#srxdrum

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send me “your relationship with” + a url and my muse will talk about their relationship with that particular muse.

⟨ ❝ ☠ ⟩ “MOONSIK IS A – WASTE OF my precious time. idiot who has a thrill over being threatened and humiliated, where’s the fun in all of that. so much of wanting to see somebody cry or grow angry over what i tend to say. his appearance makes up the attitude, i suppose. tall, handsome and rich; my favorite qualities of a man. what a pity that whatever he is on the inside isn’t too attractive than how he looks on the inside. ended up falling asleep besides him one night, never shoved a man away that fast in my life.”

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how my muse clicked with yours :     immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours :     ❝ i thought i was a fool for no one. oh baby, i'm a fool for you. ❞ // supermassive black hole. + she's particularly fond of moonsik that surprisingly doesn't involve her wanting his money but because he's similar to how she is. interests wise and the way he speaks. she just doesn't like how he doesn't give the reaction he hopes for when she downgrades him.a strange thought my muse has about yours :     *holds up list of receipts from kira* okay no, kidding. when it’s him, she thinks of the strangest things. she likes to think of ways to possibly unravel his thoughts, gets a thrill whenever he speaks about potentially hurting her in order to rip into more depths of who she is. shows that she’s at least more interesting than a pretty face alone. plus it’s bad enough that she’s on the verge of telling him all these ideas, these dreams and moments she had as inspiration for him as a horror writer.a thread/plot i’d like for our muses :       well to kira all she wants is to be spoiled to the core by moonsik but that won’t happen aka i won’t let it.

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❤ = kissing them .

⟨ ❝ ☠ ⟩ THERE’S AN OBVIOUS attraction in the way she likes to have him curled up within her fingers in the easiest way possible. words of worship slipping out of her mouth, filling more of his ego for her own sickening purposes but he doesn’t mind. in fact, it’s something he happens to enjoy, coming forth first whenever she manages to appear at random.

legs resting over the center of his lap, cigarette captured between her petite fingers. inhaling the taste of nicotine when her lips pinch around the tip of it, breathing out the first time while she glances over at what he was doing. focus on something else, perhaps something related to work and with the type of women she was; she wanted the attention on her whenever she comes around. 

“set this aside for two seconds, my god.” she speaks, reaching over the sheets of paper to place it aside within her grasp. a low groan in frustration when it was set aside. when inspiration hits and she’s obviously not caring. glancing over at him in the corner of her eye when she notices his pair of chocolate colored hues flickering to her visage. not feeling too apologetic for the sudden intrusion of her coming between him and his work. 

guiding over the white stick over and directly to moonsik’s lips, breathing it in when it was offered and her free fingers grasped a hold of the underside of his chin to inch him closer to her face. ashes tapping over the tray, dragging it in one straight line to wipe it clean to discard it after they were done.noses brushing against one another, lips parting when it was hovered against the pair of his own. inhaling the trail of smoke when he breathes it out for her, the corner of her’s twitching upwards in slight amusement. 

it’s the way he leans forward against her body, hand pressing into the cushion of the couch. how their lips meet, it wasn’t for a quick few seconds. so kira thought, god knows how long it lasted. she can taste temptation in the way he presses it more firmly along her own only to respond back with acceptance. 

she doesn’t hesitate to be a bit rough, when he grunts and his breath lingers against her mouth. it’s music to her ears, encouragement and when his arm hooks over the small of her back, guiding her closer with her knees pressing into the sides of moonsik’s taller frame. which would have been more suiting than him crouching down then her demanding to be picked up by him. though this position, her on his lap -- tongues gliding across one another only to have her pull a bit to sink her teeth over the flesh of his lower lip to tug on it the slightest bit.  

It’s rare for the boy to swoon over something, much less actually express it to someone who he thought hovered closely to the edges unfeeling. It was impossible, you’d think, for someone to wear frowns like it was the only emotion they had. But then again, he knew he was making an overstatement — this friend of his, though subtle as they were, clearly had feelings, and he’d been a witness to it on more occasions than one. A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lip when he recalled noticing how engrossed the elder could be when he allowed himself to play victim to the magical pull of a good book, though that was a little worrying itself when its contents seemed to preach about nothing but the wonders of gore with copious amounts of blood slathered onto it. But hey, he wasn’t going to judge, not when he was almost about in love with this horror snippet he’d chanced upon in a magazine.

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send me a ship and/or one of these and i’ll write a mini fic. 10. things you ( kira ) said that made me ( moonsik ) feel like shit.

⟨ ❝ ☠ ⟩HE’S THE UNUSUAL ONE, for once he isn’t some waste of space lingering by for share intimate moments with her. he can carry a conversation because his interests were close to her own and she doesn’t grow tired of it. then her thoughts come spiraling down when things were pierced together and yes, she doesn’t believe in getting too close to people anymore. 

that all she’s going to do is push, push him further and further away. 

the benefits of reading into people is that actions can tell a lot more about someone on a deeper aspect. when kira wants one to suffer, she’s willing to emotionally damage them. curl her fingers into the softness of their hearts, tightening her grasp until it spills out and she breaks it apart. and god, the temptation to do so out of annoyance alone lingers. 

the moment her eyes meet the pair of his own, forceful breath of air releases and her eyes were fixated somewhere else. anywhere but him. kira was always intrigued, with the way he was. the reason behind his actions. lack of love, she can assume. but never questioned it. guessed it, but who was she to make judgement without hearing him on a deeper aspect.

“failure,” is what passes her lips unexpectedly when intoxication breathes out of their lips and he thought it was perfectly fine to press into her smaller frame. her head turning elsewhere and she glances at the blank wall, smeared in white when her vision speaks out red. “a disappointment, aren’t you?” 

must have been the alcohol, too many to count. felt good for a second there but then honest comments come from drunken words. it’s all fun and games until someone crumbles underneath one wrong move. moonsik’s listening, he always does when her mouth begins to form words that actually pulls him in and the moment when she speaks about what actually pains him, it strikes a nerve in him. “don’t -” don’t you dare say it.

“do you ever think about them before you create the actions you do? perhaps, not.” 

somehow, to kira relieving stress and anger towards people results into regret. it becomes a touchy subject the moment where he doesn’t speak back to her and instead he pulls away. he almost forgot that she was like this as a whole, picking out imperfections because somewhere along the lines she places herself high above everyone else. hands reached forward for anything that were set aside, he doesn’t need to look back to see if she’s coming forth in attempt to stop him from stepping out the door. if anything, kira’s letting him. staying in place, back pressing into the surface of the bedroom wall. 

her voice is repeated inside of his mind, a broken record of repetitive words. reminding him of what brings him pain which causes him to look back just once. if anything else would have been said but nothing comes out, not even an apology for the sudden remark. 

“don’t act like you’re any better.” suppresses out of his lips and he’s stern with his own comment, discarding the idea that he responded back. needing to leave before it gets worse.

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♡: Accidentally falling asleep together.

SHE AGREED BASED OFF OF kindness. saying no to someone who she considered as a friend didn’t cross her mind but the idea of spending quality time with the opposite gender was something she was always hesitant about. kira took her time to get ready, for once in a long time; she actually thought about what to wear and how to look. even if the taller male always smothered her in all this compliments. she always heard them, just never really asked for more of it.

eyes fixating on the screen, the display of gore from limbs shown and the audible sound of bones breaking was music to hear ears. blood paints over and there’s a glint in her irises that moony couldn’t see from his position. canines sinking deep into the flesh of her thumb, feet tapping onto the surface of the polished floor and somehow it brings her to a moment of content. somehow relaxed without thinking too much about what she needed to do in order to continue on with another stressful day.

he must be suspicious if not intrigued by the way he eyes her occasionally and all she does it stay still. doesn’t flinch at the sight, hearing loud ruckus between these so-called jump scares. lips twitched, amused is shown but he doesn’t say a word. not when the smaller female is this deep into the film.

eyes drifting into the bright screen of her phone when the credits come rolling in at the end. lips smacking against one another and she hums in thought, noticing a pair of tired eyes meeting her own. time passed by, she should be at her own place by now. settled into the warmth of her sheets, eyeing the blank wall until she sleeps naturally by herself without any interruption.

“one more.” kira says, practically demanding it without his approval or declining it. reaching for the remote near the arm rest close to him whilst guiding it over to her to skim through titles.

a low groan leaves his mouth, “are you serious -?” and all she does is nod her head in response to his inquiry. could care less if he doesn’t want to. from what she knows, a guest should always be a priority. in this case, she is. whether he wants to sleep or not. 

it’s not even twenty minutes in and she feels herself at a point of wanting to sleep. home is where she wanted to be at, almost forcing herself at the heels of her feet in order to grab her things to dismiss herself. though that idea was tossed aside when a small amount of weight hovers over her smaller figure. throat cleared behind the palm of her hand, looking the other direction and she felt the pace of her heart quicken up. 

wasn’t anything serious but kira usually feels a bit timid around those who wanted to lay a hand on her. a simple touch would’ve been enough for him to be pushed away but she’s tired, extremely exhausted to where it didn’t even cross her mind. “get off.” she says, grumbling softly against the top of his head when he rests on her shoulder. 

“no.” he simply states, one eye remained shut as he felt her hand brush over his shoulder. actually trying to remove him off of her and when it was succeeded, he doesn’t bother to try a second time around. leaning into the couch with a low complaint seeping through his mouth. ignoring whatever scenario was flickering over the screen in front of them. 

it’s silent for a few minutes, hearing faint rustling from the taller individual that causes her to look to that side. noticing how he’s in a daze, watching with her despite her unknowingly muffling any yawns out of her lips. “sleep.” is all she hears and a scoff leaves her mouth. recalling that she only agreed to staying for a few hours, not the entire night. 

“if anyone needed rest it’s you. beauty sleep is considered an important thing for men who’s wanted by multiple women after all.”

though it’s considered a true comment, from observation and what he usually tells her. a sleepy tone is laced over her words and she can feel her body unintentionally giving in after he speaks. every time she blinks, her lids become heavier. deciding to give in silently by having her eyelids come to a complete close. body sliding off of the couch and upon the side of his. 

the older didn’t hear the last few words, already stumbled into a deep slumber. somehow, having company was enough for her to sleep peacefully. despite little fidgeting she does in order to get into another comfortable position. it lead to the both of them falling asleep on one another, petite little fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. and his head leans over the side of hers. the quality time together could be repeated, if she could stop being so thick headed around him. bodies were bound to ache from how they could have rested elsewhere and he’d probably hear a complaint or two by her. 

SHE WONDERED IF HE COULD HEAR the sound of the wild thing beating in cage of her chest. She wondered if he could smell the stench of fear that oozed out of her skin every time something jumped, screamed or yelled. When rose red filled the screen the girl grabbed on to his arm, all the tough talk she was giving him earlier about being able to watch any horror movie he could think of flew out the window like the man’s head.  

She could hear the rumbling of his chuckle, she knew he wasn’t going to let her live this moment down. The greatest moment when Satan herself flinched in fear, she quickly released her grip from the male. “I wasn’t scared.” she answered a question no one asked.  Her legs now hugged her chest as her eyes stared at the screen for the next part of the movie. 

Spence hated horror.