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i am a collapsing star with tunnel vision but only for you

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     it’s embarassing, how badly he’s shaking when he finally pulls away. woori’s certain he looks a mess, eyes and nose puffy the way they get every time he cries. at first, he keeps his arms locked around patrick’s neck, not quite ready to leave safety yet. “ will you please take me home ? ” his voice cracks, and woori’s certain that patrick must find him pathetic. just some stupid, scared teenager who just found out the scary stories he heard growing up are true.

brows still drawn together, his lips pressed in a hard line, patrick nodded. he let both arms fall back to his side, but not before he gently brushed a bit of woori’s hair out of his face.     ‘ yeah. ’     was all he said before taking the shorter’s arms away from his neck, instead interlocking their fingers together so woori could still walk comfortably beside him. not a single part of patrick thought the boy was stupid or silly. or pathetic. kinsey would have handled this better. nate too. all patrick ever managed to do was fuck everything up. he’d have to get a warlock involved with this wouldn’t he ??  it’d be best for woori as well. to just forget that is.

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△ to yuyi who was your first love and do you still love them ? c:

10/10 : would rather curl up and die than answer this question

‘ mr tsai. ’   yuyi’s whole body felt cold, right to the bone. not a single good feeling resided inside him in that moment. the smell, the darkness, the silence, everything from that night was replaying in his mind. does he still love him ?? does he still love the man that proposed to a 17 year old ?? the man that had hurt him so bad ?? the man that died in that classroom or the man that yuyi knew at the start ??   ‘ i still love him. ’   did it really matter …

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“ i want my life back. ” from asher to yuyi !!

yuyi was tired. is, was, will be. now, more than ever though, he hadn’t slept in days and could barely put up with the sound of his own refrigerator humming let alone someone else’s voice. no matter how much the male felt for asher, how much he loved him deep down, nothing really could have prevented this outburst.   ‘ what am i supposed to do about it ?? asher, tell me. don’t just say this shit and turn away like it never happened this time. talk to me, tell me what i can do. is it me ?? am i ruining your little hallucination of a perfect life ?? i just want to sleep but every time i try all i can think of is him. ’   the dancer’s voice was hoarse, tears starting to burn his eyes.   ‘ if you want your life back, take it. you  k n o w  i’m going to support you no matter what you choose to do because i’m an absolute sucker and you’ve got me wrapped around your finger. just tell me what to do … i don’t know anymore. ’

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me: i should stop caring so much about my rules

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eojjcona‌ .

despite his fear, despite the fact that it’s patrick who almost hit him with a sword, woori immediately folds into his touch, face burying into the crook of his neck as his arms come up and practically latch onto the taller boy. he’s shaking, tears rolling down his face. but there’s something about patrick’s firm embrace that makes woori feel safe. “ s-she brought m-me dinner t-two days ago. s-she … ”

the ease with which woori clung to patrick ... it hurt. not physically, it hurt his heart. as much as he’d like to act like a hardass, the angel blood in him would never let him feel nothing for someone who was literally crying in his arms.     ‘ you shouldn’t have had to see that. she didn’t deserve to die, i know. no life is ... insignificant. ’     patrick frowned, a deep line pressed between his brows. no regrets, remember ??  except he did regret. silently, he wished he’d waited for a better moment. then again waiting could have been woori’s death.

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IMPORTANT HEADCANONS TO CONSIDER:

Chosen:  patrick oh

CAN THEY USE CHOPSTICKS -   actually no? he gets frustrated and gives up

WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY CAN’T SLEEP -    its bad but he just draws a stamina rune and keeps going until he crashes

WHAT WOULD THEY IMPULSE BUY AT THE GROCERY STORE -  energy drinks or a chocolate bar probably

WHAT ORDER DO THEY WASH THINGS IN THE SHOWER -   face, body, hair, then he probably just dries his body, pats his hair, and faces the day with a damp collar ://

WHAT’S THEIR COFFEE ORDER -   he doesnt like coffee, prefers iced tea ( some kind of citrus or plain black tea with mint )

WHAT SORT OF APPS WOULD THEY HAVE ON THEIR SMARTPHONE -   lunar tracker of some kind, fitness apps, probably a meditation aid, and tap tap fish hes very proud of his tiny digital aquarium

HOW DO THEY ACT AROUND CHILDREN -   softest he’s ever acted in his life, kids did nothing wrong, he sneaks them candy and gum and tells them they can do anything if they keep trying and believe in themselves

WHAT WOULD THEY WATCH ON TV WHEN THEY’RE BORED AND NOTHING THEY REALLY LIKE IS ON -   he doesnt watch tv but if he did he’d probably be into stuff like arrow, doctor who, brooklyn nine nine, or various medical dramas

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FAIRY      TALE      AESTHETICS      :       BROTHERS       GRIMM       VERSION.

rules       :         bold       what       applies       to       your       muse     muse       :       finley kang

SNOW      WHITE      : jade trinket boxes.  taste of iron.  fingertips on a mirror.  yellow and green with envy.  long handled hunting knives.  sewing by the window.  combs laced with pearls and poison.  an apple white one side and red the other.  white doves.  frosted glass.

THE      MAIDEN       WITHOUT     HANDS     : a blunt axe.  a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks.  sweet pears.  hands tied behind back. shallow rivers.  aching feet.  walking for days. flowing gowns.  liquid silver.  wax seals. blinding lights.

THE     THREE     LITTLE     GNOMES      IN     THE     FOREST    : lukewarm bath water.  sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes.  baskets of strawberries. fat toads. sparkling snow.  fur cloaks.  raw gemstones.  kettles made of copper.  red wine. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUE     BEARD    : a tiny key made of gold.  pools of blood.  stains that won’t rub away.  galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands.  dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars.  marble walls. shivering with fear.  screaming at the top of your lungs.

THE     SIX     SWANS    : sitting side-saddle.  daughter  of a witch.  nettles.  white feathers.  refusing to smile.  needles and threads. a castle in the forest.  sound of beating wings.  birthmarks.  climbing trees. balls of yarn.  silver crowns.

LITTLE     RED      CAP    : wildflowers.  rich-tasting cake.  wicker baskets. the path rarely trod.  sharp teeth.  curtains drawn.  a dying fireplace.  grey pelts.  red velvet. handmade quilts.  sunlight peeking through branches.  opening corks with a satisfying pop. looking someone directly in the eye.

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eojjcona‌ .

“ yeah she lives - ” woori cuts himself off with a scream, textbooks abandoned to the pavement as he brings his arms up in defense. as if his t-shirt could protect him from a sword. it’s hard to process what he sees as he stumbles backwards, eyes darting from where mrs. park had been standing to patrick. what the fuck. “ oh my god what the fuck did you just do ? ” tears immediately well up and spill over, hands shaking as he continues to stare. when he speaks again, his voice cracks. “ what the fuck ? ”

slowly, disgust melted onto the hunter’s face.     ‘ missions over. go home. ’     short, curt words into the phone and in an instant patrick had pulled woori into his chest, hushing him a little impatiently. he wasn’t the best comforter, never had been, but he was trying.     ‘ shh oh my god would you- listen, had i taken any chances you would have been worse than dead right now. ’     for his skinny, edgy appearance patrick seemed to have surprisingly strong arms wrapped around the other.     ‘ i killed a demon. it’s hard to realise but the woman you were just looking at was not mrs park. it wasn’t her from the moment that demon got inside. ’

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eojjcona‌ .

he can hear patrick’s phone vibrating, just audible over the tree crickets chirping as they pass. “ maybe you should answer your phone. might be your uh… friends . ” woori says it as a joke but he does stop, waiting for patrick to acknowledge his phone. maybe it’s the hour, or his companion’s strange attitude, but woori feels especially paranoid connected to what’s going on around him and he turns at the slightest sense that something might be behind him. to his relief, it’s just one of the old ladies from the neighborhood. “ oh, one second while you take that- mrs. park, what are you doing out so late ? ” 

a slightly vexed sigh left the nephilim, stopping in his tracks in order to fish the phone out. nothing but a simple burner phone, his only contacts on it right now being kinsey and nate. of course. fucking kinsey.     ‘ yeah, what’s up ?? any progress ?? ’     he turned away from woori momentarily to focus on his friend’s voice, the information relayed. no they hadn’t found it, no there was no fucking trace. it was only when he heard his companion speak did he turn and acknowledge the lady demon right under his fucking nose. of course the stupid fuck would try this. good thing glamours existed, the monster didn’t seem to realise it had walked straight into the very thing it was running from.     ‘ bingo. ’     patrick muttered, giving kinsey the order to hold on. the phone was tucked easily back into his pocket, fingers closing around his blade instead this time.     ‘ mrs park, is it ?? you know her ?? ’     drawing closer, raising his eyebrows in mock interest. one. two. three. the sword was drawn. the sword narrowly missed woori. the sword sliced clean through the old woman, a vertical swing. patrick looked on with an unreadable expression as black smoke engulfed her form.     ‘ too fucking easy ... ’

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“ what? no i’m not . ” woori, denying it only makes your cheeks redder. he’s not used to people pointing out how he blushes at the slightest odd compliment. between his embarrassment and his awareness of how weird this whole situation is, he doesn’t miss ricky moving closer. “ ah, right, because of course there’d be more people involved in hunting a demon than just one dude holding a sword in a suburb at three am . ”

‘ of course you aren’t. ’     the worst part might have been how patrick would never go further than this. not of his own accord at least. shallow flirting was his specialty. besides, woori probably thought he was crazy or dumb. good as far as patrick was concerned.     ‘ oh yeah, ’     he said, mock enthusiasm dripping from his tone.     ‘ i mean i could take it alone but it pays to have help y’know ?? ’     he kept playing into the idea that this was all a joke, that there wasn’t actually a threat, that kinsey wasn’t calling him right now. oh wait.

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he’s not talking about your face you idiot. woori can’t help but smile, his cheeks and ears turning red at the compliment from the other. “ it’s nice to meet you ricky . ” he’d be fine to walk in silence, just let ricky walk him home and never have to say more than necessary, but youtuber woori always beats out shy woori. “ i promise i only live like two blocks away. then you can get back to… hunting your demon or whatever . ”

‘ you’re blushing. ’     thanks captain obvious. patrick’s smile only grew, though, dark eyes flickering over woori’s features. if it was that easy to get a blush from him, the little devil on the hunter’s shoulder wondered how flustered the other could get. he walked just a little closer.     ‘ of course, of course. i’ve ... lost the track anyway. i’m mostly waiting for a call from my partner. ’     he already felt his phone buzz with a few texts but he neglected to check for now.