#loml fr!!

[ja3yun]

"Hi, baby. You miss me?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as he snakes towards you with deliberate steps.

that's fucking it. im SO weak for heeseung in this series be it the prince of hell or an angel, lee heeseung you'll always be a menace and i love you for it/

“Do you remember? You were grinding yourself on my foot like a pathetic little bitch.”

STOP?!?!?!

"My offer is still on the table, baby," he murmurs, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and determination. "Come find me."

HEESEUNG GET LOST😭😭😭

‘Fuck, Jaeyun, you look so pretty sucked into my pussy like that’.

oh? oh.

"Sorry, force of habit," he confesses, his tone filled with remorse. Yet, it's a habit he shouldn't have slipped back into so effortlessly, yet it felt like breathing; as if touching you was his birthright.

sunghoon :(( why is he so soft here i love him

Yet, he is still posing the offer to get rid of her for you to stay. No person in love would give their partner up so easily.

EXACTLY???? so many questions

“I’m…here,” he breathes out, dejection laced within his tone.

😭😭😭😭

OKAY the whole confession scene???? why must you make me suffer this way aj what do you want from me "I think you brought my humanity back," stoppppppppppppppp im crying “But you’ll never be mine. Jaeyun is your soulmate, how the fuck am I supposed to compete with that?” oh my goshshshs the heaviness in this sentence is hitting me so bad

"We could."

YAWSSSSSSSS HERE IT GOESSKJDFKS

“That I should kiss you.”

THIS IS WHERE I L O S E IT I LOVE SCENES LIKE THIS LIKE THE INTIMACY???? THE HONESTY???? THE DESIRE????

“Let’s make her feel everything she deserves. Don't be selfish, understand?”

PARK SUNGHOON IM ON MY FUCKING KNEES.

“I want you to ride his face, baby girl, you can do that for me, can’t you?”

fuck offfff no WAYYY ohhh this is going to be sooo hot

Their synchronised actions take you by surprise as both boys wear smug smiles, their eyes alight with mischief as they slide down the bed, positioning themselves between your thighs with confident ease.

IM LOSING IT HELPPP

As their lips meet in a tender kiss, the room seems to hold its breath, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

that's it i love this. so damn much.

Jaeyun looks up with his big eyes and smiles, then kisses a heart pattern on your chest, a ritual he has performed countless times since becoming yours. It’s his unique way of saying good morning and expressing his affection.

HE'S.SO.CUTE.

“My pretty girl. Have you come to take me up on the offer finally?”

get this man off this series please i cannot do this im too weak for this yn take the offer up please

“My soul. Take it.”

YN YOU STUPID BIT- im sorry she's so fucking brave what the fuck??? oh damn to be able to love like that

Jaeyun, not wanting to be left out, pouted and tossed his controller aside. He scrambled over, a wide smile on his face, and wrapped his arms around both of you. "My two favourite people!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with joy as he squeezed you both tightly.

good lord may the world never hurt this man

AJ😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

tdh is something that i will never forget for the rest of my life. im not even lying, thought this fanfiction era of us might be shortlived? the way you write, the emotions these characters have felt? i've felt them too you're such an amazing writer i actually have no words. this is incredible im so glad i got to read this.

tdh is so so close to my heart😭😭😭

also please never write tdh heeseung again or i will shoot myself im kidding im not strong enough for him

also the smut 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 starstruck as we speak, it was crazy good aj i love you so much okay bye

KAYZ I HAD A FEELING YOU WOULD LOVE IT SKSKDJDJDJ thank you so much for supporting me bc i seriously appreciate it more than i can ever express!

i'm super duper glad you loved the epilogue! i'll cherish this series so much and even as you've broken it down like this i realise how much i love and will miss them 😭

[enden-k]

theyre so silly

[sadgirlbutnotagirlvampire]

Dr Carmilla… you have to stop. Your swag too strong, your medical too malpractice. They’ll throw you out an airlock

[rubywingsracing]

Actually obsessed with alll of the content of our boy Osc from the week leading up to the Monaco GP like just look at that face urggggh

[strayklds]

han 🤝 stays when lee know does anything

[lllivia]

My gfs

[ahamasmiyodhah]

चाम्पेयगौरार्धशरीरकायै करपुरगौरार्धशरीरकायै।

धम्मिल्लकायै च जटाधरायै नमः शिवायै च नमः शिवाय।।

One half shines with golden yellow color like Chaampeya flower and other half shines in bright white of Karpuram. One side of the head is adorned with a beautiful braided decoration and other sports an unkempt Jataamukutam. I bow to Shivaa (Parvati) and Shiva in the form of Ardhanaarishvara.

𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐀; She dances in delight with captivating beauty at face of creation which springs forth from them. His dance of destruction is in fury and the cosmos subsides back in them. SHE is the mother of this world and He is the Father.

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Since @mahi-wayy triggered me to make this and I can always rant about them to @harinishivaa

@harinishivaa @yehsahihai @houseofbreadpakoda @myvarya @zeherili-ankhein @warnermeadowsgirl @krsnaradhika @desigurlie @ramayantika @mrityuloknative @xxdritaxx @thegleamingmoon @sumiyxx @chaliyaaa @stxrrynxghts @sambaridli @sanskari-kanya @ulaganayagi @voidsteffy @krishna-sangini @nidhi-writes @janaknandini-singh999 @ramcharantitties @kaal-naagin @thecrazyinktrovert @sada-siva-sanyaasi @chaanv

[toads-treasures]

We don’t talk about Wyll’s cute little, “aaaaaand here I go!” after a short rest. Why don’t we talk about that. He’s so cute and so silly.

[cosmicdreamgrl]

𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴: (31/?)

[jinstronaut]

a jin a day while he is away ♥

day 465 (cr)

[delmzzz]

casey pls pick me choose me love me 🙏🧎‍♀️

[luthor-s]

Ahsoka 1.01 'Part One: Master and Apprentice' - Natasha Liu Bordizzo as Sabine Wren

[berryzxx]

A little something from my next fic

Azriel x reader, (Hiding their relationship from the IC until their ready to tell them, secret relationship)

Azriel cleared his throat slightly before continuing "Did you want something lov- y/n?"

I paused and clenched my jaw at the slip up. The chatter at the table was luckily loud enough for no one to quiet hear what he was saying. This was the first time I had been happy for Cassian's loud voice. I shook my head "I'll get it myself, thank you" I reached over and picked up the dish, adding a few potatoes to my plate, trying not to gather attention towards us two. Really. Azriel wasn't very good at following instructions. If someone had heard that I don't know what I would have done.

Probably jumped out a window or something.

[beanxiv]

new set ; nagi seishiro ✩࿐

summary: nagi loves when you get a new set of nails. especially if you get them longer than your natural nails. why? 'cause head scratches after getting a new set of nails are the best.

wc: .6k

warning: reader gets acrylic nails, gn reader, fluff, petnames

note: i recently got my nails done so this is very self indulgent

"baby, i'm going out."

nagi lifts his head from his phone screen just barely so that he can glance at you and avoid having his character die. "where?"

"i have an appointment with my nail tech, i shouldn't be out that long." you move things around in your bag a bit, looking for your keys.

nagi shuffles off the couch, "i wanna come."

you find your keys and look up, "are you sure? you won't really have anything to do. i'm just getting my nails done and coming back."

"wanna be with you anyway," your boyfriend slinks behind you, dropping his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arm around your waist.

you giggle when his breath tickles your neck, "alright, fine. but don't complain about how bored you are when you're sitting there for like an hour."

"'m not, just wanna watch and be with you."

and that's exactly what nagi does. from the moment you step in and greet your usual tech to the moment she starts filing away at your nails. he insisted on sitting next to you rather than sitting and waiting by the door.

"doesn't that hurt?" nagi mumbles, watching your nail tech file away at your nails at what looks like a painful speed.

when you assure him it doesn't he shrugs and pulls his phone out to keep himself busy. when he tires of that he listens to you and your nail tech exchange idle gossip here and there.

"–and this is sei," at the sound of his name nagi perks up a bit, paying more attention to the conversation.

your nail tech hums in interest, "oh? you mean the infamous nagi seishiro? the boyfriend you never keep quiet about?"

you giggle and glance at said boyfriend, "mhm, he wanted to come with me this time."

"looks like he's as clingy as you said he was," your nail tech jokes, starting to apply gel to your nails.

nagi pouts and you place your free hand on his thigh, "just jokes, sei."

he huffs and pulls his phone back out, counting down the minutes until he can get you back home and in his arms.

nagi counted 47 minutes before he could have you in bed, lying on your back with him on your chest. (47 minutes too long if you ask him.)

"do you like them?" you show nagi your new set and he nods against your shoulder, telling you the colors suit you.

absentmindedly, your hand finds its way into nagi's hair, you run your fingers through it and scratch his scalp.

"hmm," you stop when you hear nagi sigh with all the breath in his lungs.

automatically he lifts his head from your chest, "why'd you stop?" you look perplexed so nagi takes your hand and places it back on his head, "feels good, so don't stop okay?"

a soft smile pulls at your lips, "sei, you're not mad that i talked about you to the nail tech, right?"

nagi hums, "i won't be mad if you keep cuddling me and scratching my head."

your smile widens, "okay."

"and better you talk about me than another guy." nagi mumbles, eyes struggling to stay open.

you notice his battle against slumber and amusement falls on your features, "you like getting your head scratched that much, baby?"

"mhmm, keep the nails forever."

you giggle, "it doesn't work like that, sei. they only last a few weeks."

"then when these come off, i'll pay for new ones." nagi promises before his breath evens out and you see his eyes finally close.

© beanxiv — all rights reserved. copying, reposting, translating, and modifying in any platform or by any means is not allowed.

[rubywingsracing]

Forgot to post this over here lol, he’s such a gd cutie it makes me sick. Also can we talk abt how HOT he looked in the Senna tribute suit?!?!?!

[mediumgayitalian]

part one

———

Nico’s memory is…screwy.

The Lethe warped things, but the body stores memory in strange ways. The only image he has of his mother is the gentle swish of her skirts as Zeus incinerated her, the echo of her fond scoff and curled r’s. Even that memory was shown to him. Most of his childhood memories are from the Lotus Casino, really, running after Bianca through the flashing games and then running away from her, laughing, when she forbid him from driving on the racetrack. His sister is the centre of his memories. He keeps them under lock and key, buried in the same place he keeps Mythomagic stats and his constant string of fear.

(The key is rusted and the lock is loose. He sees her in every mirror, now, in every mirror. She was pretty. Beautiful. He always thought so. She hid herself in too-large sweaters and shapeless skirts, crooked stockings and her floppy green hat. Kept her hand curled around his, turned away from the boys who smiled at her, touched her shoulders. She was his entire world, and he is beginning to realize that he was her world, too, only she had no one to care for her. It makes Nico ache to think about, the tears he sometimes saw welling up in her dark eyes, the creases in her angular, beautiful face. Her pain is as familiar in his reflection as the shape of her nose, identical to his.)

(Gorgeous, Will called him.)

Warped as his memories are, Nico isn’t completely stranded — he has dreams.

His dreams, although rare, are clear. He is a spectator of himself, and voyeur of his own life. He does not remember Venice, does not remember his bedroom, the country side, the kitchen table. But he remembers every dream he has.

Including, embarrassingly, a lecture that had both him and Bianca red-cheeked and scowling.

“You-a smart, bambina,” Maria had said to Bianca, squeezing her chin with flour-covered hands. “Una belladonna giovane, si, Niccolò?”

Nico had snickered into his hands, legs kicking, looking at his sister cross-eyed with his tongue sticking out.

“Bianca è una picchia,” Nico had teased, repeating his mother’s words from the last time she’d been scolded. “Una piantagrane!”

Bianca’s eyes had flashed. “Nico, I’m gonna sell your stupido toys —”

“Sonno worries forra my Bianca,” Maria had interrupted, eyebrows raised. “Ragazzi comma running. But you, Niccolò.” She dragged him back by the cuff of his shirt, cutting off his escape attempts. ““È importante, capisci? Lookame. Niccolò. Lookame.”

He spent a lot of time fidgeting, he remembers. Bouncing off the walls.

His mother was patient.

“You gonna be uno marito, un giorno. Gonna marry a nice-a girl. You gotta sai come fate.”

He wakes up from the dream embarrassed.

He knows why it was brought from the depths of his subconscious. He’s not dense. But he wishes, as he rips the sheets off his sweaty body, that it had stayed in those stupid trenches.

His mother’s raspy, cigarette-smoker voice twists with Will’s smooth rumble: You gonna be uno marito, one day. I’ve had a crush on you for forever.

He buries his burning face in his knees. What is Will’s problem. Who says that?

Nico has had crushes before. Telling Percy made him nauseous for three days. And Will just — said it. Said it!

He rolls onto the floor, refusing to think about it any longer. He has things to do today. Children to humble. He cannot afford — distractions.

Of course, he is distracted anyway.

He hears the kids in his sword fighting class whisper to themselves. They usually do, but there’s an audible difference to it; they sound more like the giggling naiads than nervous kids. Nico spends all three of his classes tense as a rod, stiffer than he usually is a suffering for it.

He dismisses each one of his classes early.

By lunchtime, he’s exhausted. He’s tempted to skip all together, but yesterday he ran out of snacks, and if he skips two days in a row Will’ll come marching, which is the last thing he needs. He lingers in the amphitheatre, biting the inside of his thumb, weighing his options. Eat with a crowd of people, go hungry.

In the end, the choice is made for him.

He startled when his name is called by a group of people, each with similar levels of enthusiasm. Leo, Piper, Jason, and Annabeth — Percy is with his mom this week, Nico recalls — approach him, waving.

“We are flagrantly breaking the rules and eating at Jason’s table,” Piper says, smiling. “Sit with us.”

She says it like an offer, but Nico has a feeling it’s more of a command. He nods, hesitantly falling in step with Annabeth.

(His friendship with her startled him. So many years seething with jealousy, simmering with misplaced hate and pain; only to find out she’s stubborn, like he is, and kinda cagey. She knows what it’s like growing up glancing over your shoulder. They stand the same, shoulders loose but knees locked; and eat the same, like they’ll never see food again. She knows when to let him have his silence. He knows when to let her have her space.)

She nods at him, smiling slightly. Her grey hairs are dyed with pink, today. It clashes horribly with her camp shirt. It suits her.

“Kids do alright today?”

“Yeah.”

“Harley blow anything up?”

“Yeah.”

“Impressive, that one.”

Nico smiles. “Yeah.”

They’re the last ones to the dining pavilion. Most tables are already full, conversations rising and lulling, food disappearing from plates. Several people duck close to their friends as they walk by, whispering. Nico pretends not to notice, pretends not to see Annabeth’s frown.

“Nico! Hey! I was just about to come find ya!”

Tripping in his haste to get up from his table — or maybe over his snickering sister’s extended foot — Will bounds up to meet him, hair flopping into his eyes, grin wide and blinding.

Nico’s palms begin to sweat.

“Will,” he acknowledges, after a beat too long.

Will doesn’t seem to notice.

(Everyone else does.)

“Just wanted to let you know that I was up last night digging through the records, and I found a hymn that’ll fix up your face faster. Not that it needs fixing.” He winks, or maybe tries to. What he really does is blink both eyes, beam so bright it forces smile lines. Nico goes bright red. “So just drop by whenever! I’m not on duty today, but it’s cool, just come find me. Better sooner than later, right?”

He doesn’t wait for Nico’s response, already half turned away by the end of his sentence. “See ya!” he shouts, too loud for the limited size of the dining pavilion, already stumbling back to his table, halfway through a new conversation with Austin. He watches him, amused, indulging.

“So,” says a teasing voice, dragging out the vowel, gleeful. Nico turns to find four identical smirks. “He sounded eager.”

“Nope,” Nico says immediately, turning back the way he came. His face continues to grow exponentially more red, which at this point must be some kind of hazard. “Food is overrated. I’m gonna —”

“Oh, no you don’t,” and then there’s a hand clenched in the back of his jacket, pulling, and four echoing cackles, and he’s dragged over to Jason’s table kicking and hissing. “Time for you to spill.”

———

part three