#i am crazy and i am dragging all of ya'll in with me

[nattyontherun]

working on something secret to be released... relatively soon, hopefully!!!

[davidshawswife]

Love me or leave me

the first fic has arrived I was really feeling this one ngl. once again I am deeply sorry. If you want to be tagged in future posts let me know. this is inspired by my very twisted brain but also by the song "love me or leave me." some of the lyrics have been included but not all of them are in order. this is not cannon!!! I also hope it never becomes cannon. do ya'll want a part 2????

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@gavinsdeviant

@daveysangelsposts

anyway. hope you enjoy❤

David slammed the door behind him, growling into the silence, the smell of something burning filling his nose as he approached the kitchen.

"hey Davey! I'm in the kitchen."

he mumbled. "hey." grabbing another beer.

they hesitated. "are you okay? you seem off?" David had been angry and exhausted lately and kept taking his frustrations out on his mate, he started drinking to. A lot.

He hesitated. "I'm fine, just..... leave me alone."

"do you hate me?" Angel asked. They had started blaming themselves for David's behaviour, their relationship with the shifter had started becoming unhealthy and it needed to stop. As much as Angel didn't want to have this conversation it had to happen.

"what?"

"do you hate me? Answer the question David."

"no" he hesitated clearly confused "no I don't hate you. Why?"

"because-" they threw their arms in the air exasperated. "what happened to us? To you? What happened did I do something?"

"Just..... shut up I'm not in the mood for this." he groaned. Walking away toward the living room.

"what's wrong Davey? Talk to me." they pleaded, desperate to end the cycle they have been in for weeks.

"Nothing is wrong- just leave me alone." David warned, growing angrier by the second. Getting up to leave.

"you used to tell me that you loved me! what happened?" they shouted following him around the house. "where is all of this coming from?" he growled in response. "you say I'm crazy and there's nothing wrong! you're lying and you know! I know!" tears had started brimming their eyes, the weight of the past few weeks becoming to heavy.

"baby, what have we become?" they sobbed, hitting their breaking point.

"shut up! God are you deaf? Leave. me. the. hell. alone." the shifter was beyond angry, the alcohol getting to his mind. "go away. I don't even know why I'm still with you... you're just a burden." he mumbled. Angel's heart shattering, never. Not once has David ever called her something so hurtful.

"we used to never go to bed angry." they sniffed, " but its all we ever do lately and you turn me away like you hate me. do you hate me?" they cried.

"YES! now. fuck. off." he mumbled "I should have left you a long time ago."

They could only nod, not being able to form words. They headed toward their and David's shared bedroom. Deciding to pack their things and leave.

After packing angel walked out of the bedroom. To find David drinking on the couch, beer bottles surrounded him. He didn't acknowledge them as they walked by toward the door. They stopped just in front of the door, looking back at the one thing they love most in this world.

"I told you that night. that you can take my heart. heal it or break it all apart. and you said that you loved me and would never do anything to hurt me." they chocked. Wanting nothing more then to be in his arms once again.

"people lie."

"this isn't fair.'' they hesitated not knowing if they should just leave.

"I asked you the very first night you came home drunk if this was going to become a regular thing, I said 'love me or leave me. but don't drag me down this road with you.' and you said." they let out a bitter chuckle. " 'okay. I'll stop, I will get it together. I promise.'.'' they looked at the floor letting their tears free fall.

"do you remember when you loved me once?"

"No."

this was breaking their heart, shattering what little was left of them.

"you would hold me just because.'' the memory of David just holding them for no reason other than to just hold them, used to make them smile, now it just hurts more than any person should ever have to experience. "you would kiss my face, every inch of it, you told me you loved me. and I every time you would do this I would joke about wanting my mate back, the tuff alpha male who hates lovely dovey shit." they swallowed "but David. I don't think it's a joke anymore."

"I want it to go back to the way it was. you called me angel." a sob broke lose from their chest

"leave." he growled

"good-bye David.''

It was too hard, staying was too hard. But so was leaving, if they left would they be giving up the best thing to ever happen to them. but they would also be saving themselves from a future full of heart ache and broken promises and sleepless nights crying themselves to sleep on the bathroom floor promising themselves they would leave. a life filled with pain instead of pleasure. a life filled with lies instead of love. a life with hurt and suffering and loss instead of happy days even when it rains, Sundays with cuddles and kisses, a life with smiles and loving each other through everything. they would keep telling themselves to leave but never building up the courage to actually walk out the door. Telling themselves they deserve better but never truly believing it. Only believing the lies they would be told. Never believing the truth. that they deserve the life they always wanted with David. But that life is gone. And so is the David they thought they knew.

[seokjinsonlyone]

YOUR NAMJOON THOUGHTS DEAR DIETY

I hear something purring...

I am speechless, truly. He makes me soooo mmmm no I can't, I really can't

Whenever I think of him, it's always something relating to casual skin-ship that always sets your heart ablaze. AND WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT HIM LEANING DOWN TO HEAR YOU BETTER...oh no my heart...i'm getting two heartbeats ya'll I can't

IT'S BEFORE YA'LL EVEN START MESSING AROUND THAT'S THE TWISTED BIT

He's all dimpled smiles, and hands around your waist from behind when you guys are taking a group picture and he makes sure to give you a quick squeeze on your hips and a "you look so pretty, baby" before he goes off to mingle.

Leaves you at a loss so often, it's crazy

Plays with your hands! PLAYS WITH YOUR HANDS

You're sitting together at a table with your friends and you can have your hand laying ANYWHERE and his will find it somehow.

Plays with your rings, interlaces his fingers with yours, and drags his digits across your palm reeeaall slow when he laughs at a joke right in your ear so his warm breath and tone make you shiver. HAND MASSAGES that leave you crossing your legs and trembling, ESPECIALLY when he leans in close and says "You're so tense, baby. You know if you want to talk about anything you can tell me right? Your boy is always here for you and all your needs, yeah?" And he makes SURE to put a little stress on the "all" because he's not trying to be subtle anymore.

Feeds you because he's a full-out whore sometimes. Whenever he brings food around, yeah, you're getting the first bite. Always hits you with the "you eat today?" and you roll your eyes because you know where this is going. To which he responds "Drop the attitude and come over here. You know damn well I know how to handle you. " AND THEN YOU HAVE TO PRETEND THAT YOUR MIND DOESN'T WANDER LIKE EXCUSE YOU? WE'RE IN PUBLIC?

But fr even if you've already eaten and you're trying to make the point that he should eat first because he works so hard and deserves a good meal, all he'll do is nod along, make soft noises of agreement in this deep, placating tone that is, mind you, ONLY FOR YOU and you're so distracted by his voice you dont even realize how close he's gotten and then suddenly he's in your space with a container of food between you and barely any room to breathe. You say 'hi' with a little shake in your voice and a little breathlessly because who wouldn't in your position to which he responds with a low, loowww chuckle and that damn smile of his and

"Hi, pretty baby. You make some really good points there, thank you for sharing them with me, my smart girl. But it's only fair that the food I get for my hard work is shared with my number one motivator, right? C'mon open up, just for me. Just a little, okay? Let me give you a little taste, that's all. Just to see if you like what I have to offer."

And you can't do anything but nod and feel your heart speed up because even Stevie Wonder could see that innuendo good god, and then he's telling you to tilt your chin up and he slips a bite of his food right on your tongue and because he's a menace!!!? He tells you to close your mouth before his fingers are out and says thank you and calls you his precious girl with the same damn SMILE and when he does pull them free there is a very very clear saliva trail which his proceeds to end by putting his fingers in his mouth, sucking them, and groaning at the taste of you ALL WHILE MAINTAINING EYE CONTACT.

When he pulls them free, he giggles, LAUGHS ALL BREATHLESS?? and you hate him because he sounds wrecked, positively at the end of his rope, when he says "Good, right? You see how good I can be for you if you let me? Why don't you let me treat you how you're supposed to be more often?"

And then, a little bit more rough..."Want me to beg now? I'll do it, don't tempt me".

I

I'm DONE WITH THE MAN I PPRRROOMMIISEEE YOOUUU I CAN NO LONGER TOLERATE THIS ~🌻

FIRST OF ALL ⚰️

SECOND!!! the part where you talking bout joon saying “drop the attitude you know i can handle you” LIKE IM SORRY BUT THAT HAS MAJOR YOONGI VIBES!!!!!

like min yoongi i’m telling you that’s my twin flame right there like this whole hair nonsense he got going on rn i swear he doing it just bc he knows how hot and bothered we are by it like why else would he put it in a bun like he’s being soooo insidious and that just makes me think that in the apex of his slut era he’s being slutty just bc he can like i know he has no interest in being a powerful person but at the same time he gets off on the power he does have like he seems like he would get you to submit to him bc he can

like one thing about me i’m a handful and a half and i can just see myself as one of yoongi’s side pieces bc he has a few like slut!yoongi is there for a good time not a long time make no mistakes about the nature of your relationship you’re there bc he is a man who has needs like he gon take care of you if you take care of him but be fr u just one out of a lineup but anyway i can fully imagine myself being yoongi’s particular flavor he got the taste for and like i said i’m a handful and a half i’m a bit much i like to be controversial just bc i like to give people trouble it brings me joy and then him just being like shut up and sit down and then me giving more attitude and then he just chuckles and takes his glasses off then his shirt off and pulls his hair up into a ponytail and then he’d come back to me pull me in by my waist and say exactly what you wrote “drop the attitude you know i can handle you” and i’ll use my last bit of fight to scoff at him and that’s when he would kiss up my neck and across my jawline before reaching my ear and being like “i don’t like to repeat myself now sit down and shut up” and you know what they say… what yoongi wants yoongi gets

[bylightofdawn]

Oh my gawd I am so exhausted ya'll. It ain't even funny. And my back is full-on rioting despite my having gone to my chiropractor this past Friday. I am calling my GP tomorrow and demanding they switch me to a different med I cannot live like this.

And we haven't even done anything super crazy physical, either. My brother really wants to go tubing because they don't really have that in CA and he's got two small kids so he rarely has that opportunity y so I want to make sure he can but holy fuck balls I can barely walk more than two minutes without being in crippling pain. I'm gonna bring a muscle relaxer with me (and maybe a tramadol if I can find them) I will prolly end up passed out in a tube but not from alcohol consumption. :P

I am joking...mostly and will not take both because I'm not a fucking moron. But depending on what my pain level is, ya girl needs some options.

After he leaves this afternoon, I might push my luck a little more and catch a showing of the new Spiderman movie which I've been wistfully thinking about for days but simply have not had a chance or time to watch it.

No one on my TL has been talking about it or posting gif sets etc. which...where are my Marvel nerds at? We all collectively have agreed the MCU has kinda gone down hill but Into the Spiderverse is near-universally beloved and I've heard the newest one is just as good.

Ughhhh okay gonna drag my ass out of bed and get my butt in gear. I wish I could just sleep through the entirety of tomorrow to rest but I have work. bleh

[ricaffeine]

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐎𝐧𝐞

an: i'm sad because of hyunji drought and this is helping me cope :( but fr if tvn decides to make hotel blue moon then yeaji needs to be in it!!

also very annoying, i can't reply to comments bc this is a side blog (bruh wtf tumblr, i'm so sad should i make a new one?) reblog if you feel like it and my asks are open if you wanna chat 🖤✨

CHAPTER TWO

Weekdays at Seoul's National art gallery were usually the same. Buzzing curators dealing with hot-tempered clients. One thing or another was typically going not right and art directors cried about their wrong coffee order.

Although today was not the usual as to the crowds of bubbly news reporters and dazzled art critiques swarming up the wide place. As to Munyeong on the other hand, she was not pleased to the slightest.

"Just smile at the cameras, don't forget about the paycheck you're getting today." Sangin repeated himself for the fifth time. "Don't cause a scene, just think about the money."

Ah right. The paycheck.

As to The Nightmare Garden was bid off for over ten-million dollars, all of today's fanciness was dedicated to her, nation's celebrated female illustrator. However in all honesty, Munyeong barely liked her so-called masterpiece, but considering the amount of cash it will make her, she could be appreciative for the sake of it.

Behind her oversized sunglasses, Munyeong glared at her pesky manager– if looks could kill, he'd already be eleven feet under his grave. Sangin shut his mouth.

"Let's just get this over with," she simply responded, hooking off her eyewear then strutted into the hall with her long legs. Eyes whipped at her and cameras started to flash intensely, almost blinding her and Munyeong wondered how much those little pests could afford her if they got her blind.

And so the event played on. More pictures were taken– as if they hadn't blind her enough cheerful compliments flowed along with the spring breeze. The insincere joker smile she mastered whilst she met her million-dollar client– according to Sangin a hotel owner, though the woman did not have the looks for it– and the glass of filthy wine she almost had a chance to taste if Sangin's sixth sense was not so creepily fast.

Another dreadful two hours later as the dusk had set, hitting the edges with its golden flare, everyone had left. They got their articles and Munyeong will certainly be getting her pools of cash.

To her displease Sangin had informed her to wait as he had to take care of some paperworks she doubted he went to bribe the press into censoring her quoted inappropriate words. 

Nevertheless it was not her bother. She gave his plead a second before storming off to the complimentary section of the building.

Luck on her side, for nobody was there and she was able to grab one of the wine bottles with her– as for a fact it definitely was not stealing.

"Don't be shy, I know you want it."

Munyeong stopped within her steps as soon as an obnoxiously familiar voice echoed from the gallery she previously was in. Curiosity taking the lead, she peaked through the corner and had to muffle her own snort. Stood there, nation's art historian with the sharpest tongue– Choi Seojin.

She finds it hard to believe that his articles are highly known around, or even relevant, when his mouth is full of complete shit. However not disregarding the nastiest tea yet– a frightened girl seized under him. Her hands were locked, frightened eyes grew larger as the man spewed out nasty things.

Instantly, she took out her phone to film the disgraceful scene. Munyeong grinned to herself, reminiscing the rage she felt last time when he mentioned about her mother, and how her irritating manager had interrupted her before she could've sent him down the stairs to Satan.

The man reared into the poor girl's cheek when she attempted to fight him off, and Munyeong's smile dropped.

That piece of shit.

Munyeong entered the room, arms crossed, head high. Her wedge heels clicked against the hardwood as she let out an unamused wow.

Mad dog– what she personally thinks he should be called– 's head whipped at her with wide eyes. Like a child getting caught of lying.

"Oh my. Your hobbies are quite interesting Mr. Choi. Talking shit and sexual harassment?" Munyeong spat. "The girl looks like she'd rather kill herself, why are you even trying?"

As if he thought he could get away with what he just did, mad dog released his foul grip on the girl. Munyeong clicked her tongue and tauntingly held out her phone.

"Oh no, don't bother pretending. Judging by the looks, that won't even favor you at this point." She spared a glance at the quivering girl. "Why are you waiting? Go."

Shakingly and with thankful eyes she nodded and left, her footsteps filling void of silence before it coated the air again.

Mad dog snickered, as if there was something to laugh about. "Don't mess with me Ms. Ko. You know me, I won't die alone."

"Certainly I'll drag you and Mr. Lee down with me. Why do you think they call me the suicide bomb?"

Munyeong walked towards him and spreaded a smile, though even dogs could tell you shouldn't push her further. "You mean the bastard you can't fall down without dragging everyone else with him? Why?"

"I can destroy your career with the tip of my pen, I'm sure you know." He gave her a look, panning out his hand. "Now if you hand me your phone, I think we can compromise something."

Munyeong unraveled her arms, eyes hardening at his next sentence. "You think so?"

"Nation's beloved artist turned out to have antisocial personality disorder. What do you think will happen when people find out?" Mad dog sneered. "Her mother who mysteriously commited suicide–"

"Shut up." She warned. His words lit up the flame from their last encounter, adding fuel to her burning fire. Her head pounded, hard. For a moment she had hoped that if he proceeded as she said, then things would not have to get ugly.

"And her father? Spending his last days in the psychiatric hospital."

But men never listen, do they?

Munyeong tightened the hand around her bottle and striked it at him with full force. The bottom part crashed the wall behind him– just above the hung painting- glass shattered as rich burgundy stained its way down, smearing all over. Its taste fused with the air and Munyeong glowered at the creature who dodged her flawless aim.

"You crazy bitch!" He yelled, scrambled on the floor. But Mad dog was quick to lunge at her, they both hit the ground, stumbling as her open purse had been knocked away– and Munyeong's eyes landed on something very specific.

She was quicker, getting on her feet and spared the bastard a strong kick in the groin, leaving him groaning as she reached for her pen.

Her favorite calligraphy pen– its lining was stunning, coated in shiny teal with hints of gold, but most importantly, the dangerously sharp tip. The way it writes like reaping out blood from your hand– hence why it is a favorite.

She hawled back over and he screamed at her, though she didn't hear him. Her head was light as she felt blood rushed through her veins. Munyeong raised her arm and struck it back down.

Die.

Both of them froze. No, not her and mad dog, but him.

Deafening silence had lied between the walls and there they stood, eyes pierced into another's souls. Hers burned like fire, but his were dignified like the deep ocean.

Droplets of blood trickled down his forearm and splattered the floor, staining the rolled up sleeves of his crisp white shirt. What a waste.

"Let go. You can't kill him." The man– still with a bloody pen graved in his palm said.

Munyeong couldn't help but scoff, especially after that fucking bastard had just strangled her. "Don't be dramatic. I was just going to give him a few scratches."

Well maybe that's not entirely true.

Rough scrambling erupted underneath them, but when Munyeong turned to look, the mad dog had just ran off, like a lost puppy. Angrily she bit her lip, close to drawing blood until she felt the man draw his own hand back.

She watched as he did. The way he carefully slid her pen into his jacket and brought out a black silk handkerchief. Very rarely, she'd be astonished by something, and now it's him. Though she found it quite difficult to understand him– since when do you interrupt another's stabbing session by screwing up your own hand instead, and also the audacity to tell her she could not stab somebody?

So lost in her thoughts it took her a few seconds to realize her pulse was not pounding anymore.

"Did anyone not tell you that it is basic etiquette to not pry into someone else's business?" Munyeong said– seized the napkin from him, and began to tie a knot. She shot him a glance.

No reply. The man simply stared at her.

"Hmm?" She raised a brow, amused at his slight flinch when she tugged a little harder.

"Don't stress it too much, my manager will take care of our little incident." Munyeong chuckled as he proceeded to ignore her. "Do you know what? There are a lot of people in this world who deserve to die. And some very thoughtful freaks secretly take care of that, so clueless humans can sleep peacefully at night, completely unaware. Which one do you think I am?"

She dropped his hand, anticipating for his answer. Flares of light shined through the blinds, sharpening at his strong features and she noted his small– yet devilish smile.

"A clueless freak."

He finally responded, leaning towards her. His eyes traced her face, gazing down at her lips for a second too long, before their eyes were locked once again. "And of course you will have to pay, but at what price?"

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[nattyontherun]

TO COLLISION/HEARTHFIRE-VERSE MASTER POST

I realized it's kind of insane that I don't already have a master post done up for this verse since it's become... basically my main AO3 project and the only thing I talk about here on Tumblr so!! For the very few folks who bother to tune in when I post for KKSS - here we are!!

To Oblivion OG PLOTBUNNY

To Oblivion Sketch 1

To Oblivion Sketch 2

To Oblivion CH1 Link

To Oblivion CH2 Link

To Oblivion Post CH1-2 META

To Oblivion Asks - Scene I'm Dreading to Write

HF KKSS Shenanigans

HF CH2: Bathroom Scene ART

OG HF Series Fun Facts

HF Sketch 1

HF Sketch 2

The Two-Body Problem Link

Like Stars Shine Through the Pyre Link

Like Stars Shine Through the Pyre Sketch 1

Two-Body Problem Sketch 1

HF Kakashi's Pettines

Sasuke's Hatake Necklace

HF CH3 Extra Sketch 1

HF Covers

HF CH1-CODA Link