thesinsofaperfectlove
The sins of a perfect love
A perfect love isn't pure. A perfect love is full of dark secrets, of sweet times, of compromises. This is just an excerpt of what a perfect love is like.
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I never knew the word ‘perfection’ existed until Sehun came along. 💞💜💙💛 Starting from his physique, he’s like a living demi-God. His personality is just so pure, so friendly, generous, kind-hearted and such a passionate man. He’s got the most perfectly proportioned body, pacific wide shoulder, broad chest, milky-white skin, pinkish lips, big-B–what more can I say? I think you know it already.🙉 My appreciation and adoration for this man is just too high, beyond the galaxy and greater than the moon and back. I don’t know what to say anymore, my love for this man is just ineffable and indescribable.🌈✨
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I’m so lucky to be able to start a day with seeing your laugh
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You gotta pay attention❗️❗️❗️
You think that he’s mindlessly saying “sheep” or anything along those lines for no reason? Just because his Chinese zodiac is a sheep? Because we’ve constantly called him a lamb? That none of this has relevance??? That terms like “sheeple”, people who blindly and unthinkingly follow others, is relevant to his change in style?
YOU’RE WRONG
I may be blowing this out of proportions but like honestly, things are not always what they appear. Speaking of which, I’m sure you’ve heard the allegory “sheep’s clothing”? Meaning that appearances are not what they appear to be? Yixing could be hiding something from us in a sense, and for a reason. (Or the M/V merely is showing how he’s not a meek as a sheep may be portrayed, ready take everyone down because of their underestimation of him and his abilities)
There’s also the term “battering ram”, which has the meaning of breaking through barriers and obstacles. Do you not recall him stating that he will lead Chinese music to the world? “I’m China’s sheep” and “I’m the lead sheep in the neighborhood” couldn’t be more relevant. (Also bellewethers? Lead (male) sheep in a flock???)
Also if you’re familiar with Christianity, I think you may recall the usage of “lamb of god”? Ring any bells as to how that was used?? OH YEAH, Jesus Christ. A symbol of sacrifice, the man who died for humanity’s sins. LAY BE TAKING AWAY YOUR SINS, SACRIFICING HIS ALL FOR HIS MUSIC AND US. May you be cleansed with his music. (Sheep were also historically sacrificed to gods and goddesses as offerings, especially because white sheep are seen as a symbol of purity)
There’s also other things a sheep may represent (Aries a ram: the first zodiac sign, associated with spring which is also tied to new beginnings (out with the old in with the new)), but overall, SHEEP isn’t that bad. You either hate it or you love it, it’s your opinion.
But I do find it very brave that he has explored a new genre, a new style, and he didn’t disappoint. If anything it proved how flexible he is musically, and that he can do many different things. I’m proud of him and his music, the song is really great to me. It started to grow on me, because overall musically (the beat and instrumental, mind you) and choreo wise, it’s amazing, everything else has some getting used to. I understand that to say that this tops Lose Control depends on your personal opinion, but you can’t exactly compare the two. They’re both different styles and stand at different levels, so it’s kind of unfair to say that one is better than the other. That’s your preference speaking, it’s not law. Also like, respect how hard he’s worked on this album. He’s proud of this song for a reason, just look for it.
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I also sent this to another blog juliet simms discussions but I don't know if they will share it so I wanted to also tell you guys. Andy did an interview with BryanStars where he talks about how the guys on BVB judge women by their looks. Pretty girls are Katie, plainer girls Jane, uglier girls Margaret and ugly girls are Jerome. He then laughed. I am crying and disgusted with him. People picking on his hair now is karma. What was he thinking. This was in 2013. So after he changed for the better
I’ve seen that interview. & It pissed me off. How could you just say something so objectifying and misogynistic and just laugh about it? The fuck? How hurt would you be if you saw this interview, met BVB, and one of them jokingly called you Jerome or some shit? I’m sure most people would literally be so humiliated and depressed. Because Andy even said sometimes they’ll call girls Katie even though that isn’t their name, simply because they find them attractive so wouldn’t they do that to a girl they found unattractive? It’s just belittling and such a dick move. Now considering this was a few years ago, I’m not sure if they still use this “scale” but if they do it’s fucking disgusting. I respected the guys for loads of things but that list is slowly becoming shorter as time goes on. -N
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Funny Texts With All Exo Members PT.1
A/N: Hope you guys like this! I really enjoyed making it lool. You can request some EXO/BTS texts and snaps:)
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Handprints on my Heart
Andrew Biersack x reader
Warnings: Language, Vampirism, Murder, Smut
(Part 1, Part 2)
2004
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Handprint Killers
Warning: language, very bloody, probably gore-y, and smut
Part 2 of Handprints
Andrew Biersack x reader
1994
You giggle as you lay in Andrew’s damp embrace, both of your bodies splattered with the blood of your latest kill. You gave his lips a fond kiss, unable to help yourself, the fondness in your chest for him growing with every blood-stained second.
You two had just fed again, for the third time this week, gorging yourselves on some filthy humans that had managed to cross your path. The bed you laid in was theirs, the white sheets a wet, sopping mess of blood now as you rolled around in it.
You couldn’t help yourselves now.
You were addicted to the high.
This was the first time you’d seen Andrew since Louisiana in ‘87, and you’d just happened to bump into each other last week. Of course you’d both fed eagerly then, and then had proceeded to mate in some shitty hotel room you’d managed to find, the bloodhigh overwhelming the two of you.
For some reason, you two just couldn’t stop yourselves from feeding now, almost every night like the last — the only problems were the bodies that kept piling up in your wake.
The locals had already nicknamed your kills, calling the two of you the “Handprint Killers.”
Fitting, you supposed, since you left your bloody marks everywhere you went. Too bad they belonged to a girl who had died almost fifty years before, and a man who wasn’t in the system because he was over a hundred years old.
Foolish humans.
You kind of liked the silly name, though. You had no intention of continuing the kills just for pleasure, you knew eventually it would catch up with the two of you and you would take your break from each other again.
But it just… felt so good.
You groan as Andrews lips crawl down your body, now very familiarized with it after the last week, his tongue dipping into the pool of blood in your bellybutton. You shift your hips, your fingers clenching in the sheets as he moved to your thighs and you gasped as his fangs sank into your artery, wet fingers holding tight to your slippery skin.
fuck!
You couldn’t get enough of him!
You loved his body, had come to know it as well as your own, and the sexual pleasure was beyond your imaginings now that you understood it, now that it had become possible again.
But only if you fed heavily.
You weren’t one for killing unnecessarily, but with Andrew, it became mandatory so the two of you could get high.
You were junkies, a word you had always despised but now embraced.
Strange, how meeting a man only twice, your morals had changed so drastically.
Andrew didn’t mind the mindless killings, you think he rather enjoys it, and you know he definitely does not mind the high afterward. He had mentioned once to you that he had never mated with anyone during a high either, but he could understand suddenly the addiction of it.
You both wonder why more vampires hadn’t done this.
But, as you were starting to learn, it was probably a good thing your kind didn’t.
Too many bodies piled up.
You give a sudden cry, your fingers knotting in his thick hair as his tongue slips inside of you, your folds sensitive and ready to be abused. Your bodies were painted red at this point, and there was so much blood in your system your mind was buzzing from it.
Any control you had over yourself was long since gone.
“Fuck!” You groan, his arm clamping down on your hips and pressing them down against the sheets. You squirm, but his tongue is inciting fires again, and you are forced to let him have his way with you.
Not that you mind at all.
“Andrew!”
He groans as he hears his name, and he hefts your thighs higher over his shoulders, his fingers soon replacing his tongue as he moves upward, suckling on other sensitive areas of your body, the taste of blood in his mouth making him groan.
Andrew was as addicted to you as he was the high, which is something that confounded him. He had never been with anyone, not even as a mortal, that demanded so much of him and he was so willing to give to. There was nothing he wouldnt do for you when he was high — murder, pillage, create chaos — the list was endless.
He had never felt this way before, but he knew when the high wore off, when the two of you finally let it go completely, he would be normal again, able to distance himself from you and not see you for another decade.
But he would crave you.
He had craved you since the night he had you in his crypt, had wandered aimlessly and wondered how you fared. When he had found you again, he hadn’t taken any chances, seducing you to the suggestion of a bloodhigh quickly and pouncing.
You were the Bonnie to his Clyde, and would continue to be for centuries if he had his way.
“Fuck, Andrew!” You groan, feeling your muscles start to convulse, your thighs clenching around his head as you cum hard, almost screaming with the pleasure booming through your body.
Andrew loves it.
He loves the way you taste, your red-tinted juices flowing into his eagerly awaiting mouth, it was why he kept making sure the two of you were high, taking your killing spree to an all new high.
He runs his tongue up your skin, leaving a smeared trail all the way up your stomach and to your chest. He quickly shows your breasts the attention they deserve, his teeth sinking into the plentiful mounds, your voice hoarse as you voice your pleasure now.
He’d been at it for hours, pleasuring you, and your body was starting to quake with the exhaustion. You had tried to please him as well, but he would push you back, wordlessly shaking his head.
He was pleasuring you to exhaustion.
And he would take nothing in return, causing you to reach your peak so many times over the past night.
It irks you that you could not please him as well.
“Ungh, Andrew, I —.”
He lifts his head from your breast, and you gaze at him hungrily.
His face is smeared with blood-like war paint, and black smears of makeup circle his eyes, thick and streaking. His mouth is parted, fangs glinting white as he gazes hungrily at you.
How could he still desire you so?
“(Y/N),” he whispers, rising on his elbows to kiss you, his tongue dominating your mouth instantly as your hands rise to cup his handsome face, feeling him eagerly pressing between your bleeding thighs, your body covered in wounds from his teeth.
You had both consumed so much blood, the loss wasn’t even registering in your minds.
His tongue curls around yours, and you moan, feeling his fingers inside of you again, lighting the fire in your stomach. You couldnt take much more, however, and you hope he knows that.
You were going to crash.
Besides, you could sense that dawn was closing in on the two of you, and though this room would be safe for the day, you would need to quickly move on in the morning before someone found the bodies.
You reach between your bodies, curling your trembling fingers around his length, feeling it react instantly to your touch. His hips arch into your grasp, he inhaling sharply.
“Let me pleasure you,” you whisper against his lips, slowly running the tips of your fingers up his hard member.
He doesnt respond, just kisses you deeper, crushing your mouth against yours so hard your fangs graze each other. You feel him remove your hand from his length, instead curling it in his tight grip and forcing it above your head with your other one.
He gives no warning, but abruptly rams inside you, almost making you come off the bed in pleasure, a loud shriek forming against your lips that makes him growl.
His body forces yours back down, and your legs wrap around his hips as you mate, the feeling you had been waiting hours for tonight.
He had tortured you all night with his kisses and tongue, and yet this was the first time he had let himself be pleasured, and still it was for the both of you.
“(Y/N),” he groans against your lips, and you give a hoarse reply, your voice almost gone for the night.
You feel his fangs sink into your flesh, bruising, and it should be painful, but you’re numb to it now.
He drinks headily, his hips constantly moving against yours, the pace brutal and near-selfish.
But you dont mind at all.
In fact, it almost gets you off right then.
You flex your fingers into the tainted pillows, feeling a pool of blood slip into the curve of your palm.
It was like being on a water bed of blood.
“Harder!” You suddenly gasp, arching your hips to meet his, feeling his fangs sink deeper into your throat at the movement, causing you to moan. He releases one of your wrists to reach between you, fingering your clit hard, and your damp fingers tangle in his sticky hair.
“Shit!” You can feel the hotness starting up again, and in one part of your mind you found it amusing that you so craved that heat.
Normally your kind tried to stay as far away from fire as possible, considering it was one of the ways to kill you.
Andrews pace bruises the inside of your thighs, despite being slick with blood, and you find yourself screaming as the next wave of pleasure hits you, causing your mind to go completely black as you quake beneath him.
He tastes the pleasure in your blood, and that’s what brings his own, causing him to crash against you one last time before it is the end of him.
He pants as he collapses on top of you, hastily licking your neck to heal the gaping wound he had left there. You are near unconscious already, your eyes fluttering close.
You were done for the night.
Andrews chuckles, sated.
For the time being, at least.
He lays on top of your for a few minutes, running his burgundy fingers through your stained hair gently,
He didnt want anything to ever happen to you, his little mistress, as he likes to think of you.
He nuzzles your neck, giving your jaw a gentle kiss before rolling away onto his back, breathing hard as he looks up at the ceiling.
He glances at the carpet, seeing the two bodies sprawled across it, some happy couple who’d been unfortunate enough to catch his eye. He had thought they would work, and they had.
Plenty of blood for the two of you, and even enough for the bed.
Which had been one of his best ideas to date.
You had been so giddy, the extra blood to fuck in had been perfect.
Andrew yawns, stretching his arms above his head, and then he rolls, nuzzling closer to you as he readies himself for sleep.
“My little mistress,” he whispers.
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“What do you think of this one?” You ask, gazing around the small coffee shop the two of you had wandered in too. You were starting to feel the drag of the blood high, your body weary of it, needing a good rest after so much excitement. Andrew was still buzzing, however, the hype in his body not wearing off as quickly as it had in yours.
You didn’t understand how he kept going, where all of his energy seemed to come from.
“I dont know,” he sighs, watching the human you’d pointed out. “Not much meat on those bones, wouldn’t be much to paint with.”
“Andrew,” you chide gently, rolling your eyes at him. “That’s not the point!”
He chuckles, and to your surprise presses a soft kiss against your knuckles, a fond gesture that was becoming more common for him.
You couldn’t understand why.
Perhaps his high?
You were eager for your next hit, yes, but you weren’t feeling overly affectionate. In fact, you were quite worn out. It wouldn’t bother you at all if you didn’t feed for the next month if possible, you were overly full.
And all you really wanted to do was sleep for an eternity.
How he kept going confounds you.
“What about him?” Andrew suddenly straightens, his eyes lighting on the next victim on his list. You follow his glance tiredly, and wrinkle your nose.
“No, I dont like him.”
“Why not?” He sounds so disappointed.
“He’s going to be a sweet one.”
“Oh,” Andrew sighs. “I almost forgot you don’t like those.”
You couldn’t stand the sweet-tasting ones.
“Maybe… maybe we should take a break,” you say after a few moments, contemplating your fingers were they were clasped on the table. “I’m growing tired of this now.”
“You are?” You feel his eyes snap to your face. “So soon?”
“So soon! Andrew, it’s been two weeks now,” you huff, frowning as you look at him. “We can’t keep doing this, not for a few more years, anyhow. Too many bodies,” you say softly, shaking your head, feeling the guilt eat at the edge of your mind at the unnecessary kills. “And I grow tired. I need rest. Our bodies are wearing down from this. My neck hasn’t healed from the last time.”
It was true, the black and blue bruises encompassing your neck from his last deep bite were still lingering, as was the wound, and both of you looked like you were abusing the other.
You need a break from him now.
And he needs one from you.
He suddenly scowls, and you go stiff, staring him down.
He was much more impulsive then you had originally thought of him.
He sighs, and you feel yourself relax as he does.
“One last night,” he murmurs, reaching across the table to stroke his long fingers against yours. “And we’re done.”
“One more? You promise?”
“Yes.” he nods quickly, his eyes bright and blue as they meet yours. “One more, I promise you, my sweet.”
His sweet?
You frown at the pet name.
He was starting to concern you. Either the high was not leaving his system appropriately, or he was forming an unnatural attachment to you that you did not understand.
Vampires… they didnt form attachments.
Did they?
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“You’re so funny!” the girl giggles as she staggers around, Andrews arms the only thing keeping her standing as they walked back to her place, you trailing several feet behind them in the shadows, annoyed.
You didnt like the girls voice, it grated on your nerves.
You didn’t like the way she touched Andrew, her hands roving his ass every few minutes, giving it a squeeze and pat when it pleased her.
Only you were allowed such motions.
Not some fucking useless whore of a human.
The girl giggles again, suddenly staggering to a stop beneath a streetlamp, and she leans heavily against Andrew, his face a mask of friendliness as she presses sloppy, drunk kisses up his chest and to his neck.
You clench your hands, watching angrily.
You were growing more and more confused.
You shouldn’t be feeling this way.
This was how vampires hunted, luring their prey into thinking they were safe by their looks and attitudes, and then tearing into the prey when they were alone and ignorant.
But it pisses you off.
You feel a muscle in your jaw tick as the girl kisses Andrew, tangling her fingers in his hair much like you do.
No more!
You suddenly appear behind her, your fingers wrapping around her tiny head before you jerk it furiously to the side, the snap of her fragile neck echoing through the dark streets.
“(Y/N)! What the hell?” Andrew demands as the girl crumples to the ground, lifeless, and his pissed eyes rove to yours.
“I didnt like how she was touching you!” You hiss huffily at him, crossing your arms. “You should have stopped her!”
He just looks as you, confused.
Well, he wasn’t the only one, either!
That shouldnt have made you angry.
That shouldn’t have affected you at all.
You nerves suddenly become worse, suddenly realizing what was happening.
“We can’t do this anymore.” You say immediately, staring at Andrew, and you see his resigned expression.
“I know.”
“So we stop, then?”
“Yes.”
“Forever?”
He hesitates. “Twenty years, give or take?”
You frown.
“Andrew, this is serious. We’ve… we’re overdoing it. We shouldn’t be feeling this way, the blood high isn’t getting out of our system right, it —.”
“Is making us feel, I’m aware of what it’s doing,” he sighs, waving his hand dismissively. “And we’re not even hungry and yet we want to feed.”
Exactly.
Your brows furrow unhappily.
“So…. is this it, then?” Andrew asks you, and your eyes raise from the body laying at your feet to the vampire standing in front of you.
It had to be, right?
“It has to be.” You respond, clenching your fingers in your dress. “Because… too many bodies, right? The others will get irked with us, and…. we can only stain so many houses with our handprints before someone catches on to us.”
Andrew rolls his eyes.
“Don’t be so dramatic, (Y/N). We’re dead. No one is going to catch us.”
“But —.”
“Hush,” he orders, and you blink as he steps over the body of the girl and to you, his hand rising to cup your face. His thumb brushes your plump lower lip before leaning down to give you a surprsingly, worryingly warm kiss.
“We can do whatever we want,” he whispers, his eyes gleaming as he looks at you. “We’re invincible, (Y/N). We’re the Handprint Killers,” he chuckles, amused by the name. “Who cares about the mortals? You feel good, don’t you?”
Well, yes.
You nod.
“Do you not feel the best you have since you were turned?”
Nod again.
“Then why should we stop?” he murmurs, letting his lips trail to your jaw. “Why should we have too? We can do whatever we want, no one can stop us. If we want to massacre an entire small town and bathe in their blood, who is there to stop us?”
Well.
“The others of our kind,” your murmur, your mind wavering as you feel his hands caress your body, soft and precise in all his touches; he knew your weak spots, the places that would make you cave quicker to his desires because you were so weak-willed when it came to getting pleasure.
“Please,” he snorts in response curling his long fingers in your hair. “We’ll get rid of them. We’re stronger then them, like this. So much stronger, my sweet. They can’t stop us, no one can,” he breathes, causing a shiver to course your body as his lips find your neck.
You lean into his grasp unconsciously, and he grins in triumph as he feels you give in to his wishes.
“Now, let’s find someone new,” he whispers in your ear. “And get a good high going before we leave.
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You roll over onto your back, panting for breath, and you can hear Andrew heaving as well.
That had been intense.
“That was… different then usual,” you gasp, feeling his wet fingers slink through yours tightly as you lick your lips.
“It was,” Andrew agrees, marveling. “Why do you think…”
“Do you think she was a real witch?” you murmur, gazing up at the painted ceiling.
You’d darted into a shop that was closing for the night, finding two women manning it who had fell to your charms, though they had been a little more difficult then usual.
And had tasted differently.
And this time, your bodies still felt different, still tingled warmly where usually the icey-touch of your skin had returned.
Witches.
The two of you had fed from witches.
“This is amazing,” Andrew groans, his hands running through his black hair, and his dilated eyes rove to yours. “We need more of them!”
“We do,” you whisper, snuggling your naked body against his, enjoying the tingles of your skin, how warm and… human… you almost felt.
You let your fingers run across Andrews chest, through the light patch of hair so lightly colored you wouldn’t notice it if you didnt know it was there.
And blood-stained, of course.
You feel yourself growing drowsy, and by Andrews even breathing, you knew he was asleep already.
Good.
You wait for an hour or so before rising, heading for the bathroom and shutting the door firmly behind you. You step to the sink, sighing as you looked your body over.
You had bite marks over every sensitive area your body had, blood smeared and coating your skin and hair.
You could see a red handprint going around your throat where he’d held you, and you bite your lip, feeling that rush of unfamiliar warmth through your body.
You clasp your bloody hands around the edge of the white sink, staring blankly for a few moments.
Witches…
Blood highs….
Killers….
How long could the two of you get away with this before something bad happened?
Before your kind made the two of you stop…. permanently.
You had no intentions of dying, not for anyone, no matter how fond of Andrew you were. If it came to you or him, you would always choose yourself, no questions asked.
He was dangerous to your health.
You knew this.
So why were you sticking around still?
You bite your lip worriedly, letting your eyes rise to the mirror, staring at your reflection.
You couldn’t even recognize yourself.
You hesitate, then raise your hand, pressing it flat against the glass.
He was going to get you killed.
He said you were invincible, but no one really was.
You let your hand slowly drop, barely aware of the print you left behind.
You needed to get as far away from him as possible before his handprints were left on more then just your body.
—Kellyrages
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Handprints
Warning: Very dark, lots of blood, swearing, smut
Andrew Biersack x reader
1987
Part 2
Shit, shit, shit!
You give a nervous glance behind you as you traipse through the graveyard. He wasnt far behind, in fact, you were pretty sure he’d been a few feet away from you seconds ago.
Dammit!
You hear something snap, as if someone had stepped on a twig, and freeze. All your senses flare out, but you can’t hear anything. No wind, no rustling, no insects chirping or animals prowling — nothing.
He could see you, you just knew it.
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Rebel
Ashley Purdy x reader
Warnings: Language, Smut
What the —.
What the fuck is this?!
You stare at the box at your feet, its content spilling out onto the hardwood floor of your apartment.
This was…
This was not meant for you.
Someone…
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Lost to You
CC x reader
Warnings: Language, smut
“Boom, bitches!” you crow, throwing your arms up in the air as you win, K.O.ing CC’s character. “Who’s the boss at Mortal Kombat now!?”
CC huffs, staring at the screen for a couple seconds dismally.
He had lost.
To you.
Again.
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Cat Got Your Tongue?
Ryan Sitkowski x Reader
Warnings: Anxiety, Depression, Mucho Awkwardness, Smut
A/N: you guys are really digging Ryan lately, I’ve had a splattering of requests for him; and, for anyone who knows me, no one is surprised about the cat photo or references. Also, very long, VERY long, bring snacks.
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You’re Such a ---.
Ryan Sitkowski x reader
Warnings: Language, Smut
A/N: I actually googled what bean boozled was because I had no idea lol
Never. Will. I. Ever. Play. Also this is long (which I think is all my posts, so is this warning necessary now?)
You carefully mix the bags of M&Ms and Skittles together, humming lightly under your breath so the guys wouldn’t think suspiciously of you.
Ryan was going to freak.
He hates M&M’s.
You grin devilishly as you shake the bowl, making sure all of them are mixed well. The guys were all goofing off outside, giving you plenty of time to be diabolical.
They should know better then to leave you alone for long periods.
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Harry Potter AU-Yixing Zhang (Lay)
everyone needs more Yixing in their life and Harry Potter is life…..
Yixing would be in Hufflepuff and he wouldn’t really care what house you were in as long as you guys could see each other
Honestly I don’t think that he would do anything that would get you guys in trouble
He’d be quiet and studious
You would meet him in the library
He literally knocks you down because he was trying to find some book for his class and he was stuck in his little world
At first you’d be pissed off b/c WHO THE FUCK WOULD PUSH YOUR ROYAL ASS TO THE GROUND (#｀皿´)
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Harry Potter AU - Chen (Jongdae)
Beagle line fucking up the wizarding world fam
Chen is the definition of Gryffindor trash
He is also on the Gryffindor quidditch team(ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)ง
WHAT A SURPRISE HE IS ONE OF THE CHASERS JUST LIKE CHANYEOL
He is part of the most popular clique at Hogwarts (exo)
Him knowing that he has girls wrapped around his fingers
Him smirking and winking at everyone that seems to be staring at him<(￣︶￣)>
Too many people going to Professor Pomfrey for nosebleeds (better build a second hospital wing am i right ^^)
He would just laugh his motherfucking ass off after Professor Pomfrey tells him that he broke his record for the “Most People sent to the Hospital Wing for Being Cheeky”༼♥ل͜♥༽
You were one of Professor Sprout’s favorite students and during the winter you had to see if the whomping willow was in good condition ＼(;´□｀)/
But Chen, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun had different plans
THEY WERE HIGH OFF THAT GOOD SHIT OR SOMETHING and they decided that the whomping willow needed a Christmas makeover (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))
Chanyeol and Baekhyun were a bit level headed so they were only throwing wreaths at the tree (like wtf surprisingly they’re not doing anything stupid)
but Chen decided that he wanted to get closer to put “shiny ass motherfucking ornaments” on the tree because it deserved some love
HIS DUMB ASS WAS ABOUT TO DO IT but ur fine ass casted a spell on him so that he couldn’t move any closer to the tree
By the time you got there Chanyeol and Baekhyun had left to their dorms and you were checking to see if the tree was ok
“HEY HoW CoMe YoU’rE NoT MaKiNg SuRe I’m AlRiGhT?” (literally something from Zayn’s new album…no hate tho…he cool)
“Cuz ur dumbass is safe now…fucking idiot”
In his weird haze, he decided to do something very unfamiliar to you
He put one of the ornaments in your hair because “pretty things need something shiny on them so that I can find it easily” (shit fam that was smooth af)
You becoming a mess
Him just grinning like an idiot and asking you to help him back to the Gryffindor dorms （＾～＾）
You would help him get to his room
He would just plop on his bed and pass out
You would just sadly stare at him for a while realizing that he might forget about your little encounter because of the hazy state that he was in
Days pass before Chen remembers what happened that day
He would stop his pranks to find you
But all he would remember would be the little shiny round object in someone’s hair
He would be all frustrated and shit
He wouldn’t even laugh with Chanbaek
He would be an emo lil mess
He would look shabbier
No more winks and smirks at his fans
Not as many people visiting the Hospital Wing((´д｀))
He would just be really sad because he would be really proud of what he said to you but he couldn’t remember who you were
Even Dumbledore would start to notice that not a lot of pranks were going on
Dumbledore starts to get worried because the beagle line holds a special place in his loving heart
and so he would call Chen in to see him
Chen would start to explain how you were the one for him because he could feel it (some Disney shit going on here)
He would say how a lot of people might have taken advantage of the situation because he was rich wizard and like what can I say he is CHEN but he would start crying when he mentioned the part where you kept your distance and treated him like a human being and didn’t paw at him (̥ ̥এ́ ̼ এ̥̀)̥̥
Dumbledore would use Legilimency to get into Chen’s head so that he could see who he was crying over
And when Chen saw who she/he/they he kinda cringed/laughed/cried
You were the one who tried to start the “Ban Chen’s face b/c I’m tired of making potions to stop nosebleeds” ((sadly…you’re petition never took off))
Ever since that day when you tried to ban his face, he was extra flirty near you
Chen couldn’t believe how stupid he was and thanked Dumbledore
Before he left…he asked Dumbledore if fireworks would get him kicked out of Hogwarts
But all Dumbledore did was wink✩’꒳’✩
After a few weeks, you realized that you were having Chen withdrawals b/c you’ve been trying to avoid his annoying(cute) ass
but you felt as if Chen didn’t deserve to be stuck with a boring person such as yourself
And so you sadly make your way to your next class
While you were avoiding Chen, he had been working on a way to ask you out for weeks
It was one of those evenings where everything was peaceful and quiet
You were out in the middle of a meadow near the lake
And out of nowhere
A fucking bag is put over your damn head and two strong people are dragging you somewhere (if this happens in rl please start screaming and yelling and start punching)
You start to panic but soon the bag was taken off (by Sehun and Xiumin like damn who wouldn’t want to see their faces)
You start demanding an explanation but all they did was point to the sky
You look up
Chen appears out of nowhere and starts yelling at you
“HELLO BITCH, REMEMBER ME? WELL I DO SO~~~”
Then out of nowhere bright fireworks brightened up the dark sky and it spelled out “Y/N will you go out with me?”
You were stunned so you just stared at him
Chen mistook your expression as disgust
“Oh…I mean if you’re not interested….you can tell me…” (sad lil pupper ಥ_ಥ)
“You are so fucking stupid….”
“Oh I’m sorry…I’ll just leave”
“Who would say no to you?” (yeet fam like who dafuq wouldn’t say yes like fite me hoe)
Dumbledore starts clapping on his balcony (proud father( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )
You guys ride off into the sunset but then you guys come back b/c of curfew
Chen likes how you keep him in check
You whack him if he gets cheeky or if he doesn’t study
You guys have loads of fun (•́⌄•́๑)✧
Chen is such a cheeky lil cutie and he was requested twice ༼♥ل͜♥༽
gifs are not mine
request more fam
@chenderellastrash this is kind of dedicated to you :^)
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Harry Potter AU - Park Chanyeol
Chanyeol has slowly ruined my life……….
tall bean would be one of the chasers for Gryffindor
His hair color would constantly be changing
HIS HAIR WOULD BE FUCKING BRIGHT RED EVERY SINGLE QUIDDITCH GAME (its hot on him but RONALD MCDONALD man….but its chanyeol so…˘\_( õ ‹3 ó)_/˘)
did I mention that he is POPULAR AF B/C HE IS IN THE EXO CLIQUE
Shitloads of fangirls/fanboys/owls/dragons/etc wanting a piece of him ヾ(@゜∇゜@)ノ
But he’s still a loyal hoe to you
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Kink Exposure #2: $uho (M)
Warnings: graphic sexual content (this is pure, sinful filth; you’ve been warned)
Y’all ready to sin? If not, this is your chance to abandon ship. No one will judge you if you leave, I promise. I’ll give you 5 seconds.
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