#c:la

[monstaxwh]

(PREVIEW) 170722 MONSTA X @ Los Angeles International Airport (Wonho)

[hullabamoo]

Serena Zhang confirmed to be the baddest bitch. 

[adventuresofdisasterbisexual]

[peachblossomstudy]

thank you for the tag ellis <3 i’ve got to disagree with you about the thursday murder club though, i thought it was great! definitely agree on gideon the ninth the whole thing was *chef’s kiss*

Last Book I...

Thanks for tagging me @gatheryepens, don't mind how late this is, you know how A-Levels are 😅

Bought: Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Borrowed: The House of Gucci by Sarah Gay Forden

Was gifted: The Raven King and The King's Men by Nora Sakavic (Dad got me them both a few weeks ago as a reward for a good school report which was kind of him)

Gave to someone else: Nick and Charlie by Alice Oseman (gave this to my bestie last summer and she hated me for it 😆 fair though she hates angst)

Started: Translations by Brian Friel (it's a play but shhhhhh)

Finished: Billy Elliot by Melvin Burgess

Gave 5 stars: Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Gave 2 stars: The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman

Didn't finish: Struggle For Shared Schools in Northern Ireland by Jonathan Bardon (interesting topic but I just wasn't in the mood for dense historical nonfiction at the time, I intend to finish it at some point though)

I tag: @sammiestudiesstuff @peachblossomstudy @bulletnotestudies (+ rest of knife gang) and whoever else wants to do it :D

[littlestmedic]

Imperfection

Hello friends! Frankie here. Another Diego oneshot, this time for @seducemeotome-trash as a request. I was super busy last week, so I only managed it to finish it tonight, a week after your request. Sorry friend!

They requested something with MC being unhappy with her image, and I, being someone who also suffers from that particular dislike of oneself, was more than happy to oblige.

Words: 1171 Rating: T (mild sexual themes) Pairing: MC/Diego Escalona

Where [MC] denotes My Character. Or your character! :D

[MC] looked at the mirror, and sighed dejectedly. There was nothing good about what she saw, nothing that made her the littlest bit proud of how she looked. She pressed her tits together and tried to make them look a bit more interesting, before pursing her lips and scowling.

So much for that.

What was it that Diego loved about the way she looked, she wondered? When she gazed upon her half-naked form in the long, floor-to-ceiling mirror, what she saw was distinctly average. Average size breasts, on a body that didn’t so much have curves as it had suggestions of curves. Her ribs, too wide for her to have any sort of a figure, and her hair, lank and boring and brown. She’d tried to pull it back, curl it, style it, do something with it, but it was all just the same.

Same, boring, and drab.

[MC] scowled again, eyeing the stretch marks on her thighs. She wasn’t overweight, but she certainly wasn’t stick thin, and her junk food diet did no wonders when it came to sticking to that constant New Years Resolution of lose at least THREE (3) pounds. She poked out and wobbled in all the wrong places, and it was difficult to love yourself when the world hated people for looking like you did.

That thought hurt. Tears stung her eyes and she pressed them away impatiently. What a stupid thing to do—stare at yourself in the mirror, parading around in your underwear and then start crying because of it. God, she was pathetic.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

How had she not seen him sneak up on her?! It can’t have been the mirror thing, that was a myth…

Diego wrapped his arms around [MC], kissing her on her pale shoulder and looking at her in the mirror. Her face was red and blotchy from her hands, desperately trying to rub away the evidence of her tears.

“It’s… It’s fine. It’s nothing. Just… Stupid thoughts.” She realised she wouldn’t be convincing anyone with that, let alone Diego. He raised an eyebrow at her, pressing another chaste, feathering kiss on her neck.

“Stupid thoughts that are enough to make you cry. Is there anything I can do to help?”

That was something she loved about him. He knew when she needed to sort something out herself, and knew that not every problem was something he could solve. No doubt, he wanted to solve everything—but she was capable, she’d proven that to herself, and him, enough times as it was. Still, he wanted to know, and she didn’t want his arms around her to leave. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

“I look gross.”

Voicing it made the tears prick her eyes again. She sniffled, slightly pathetically.

Diego was silent, the only hint that he’d heard what she’d said being the slight tightening of his arms around her waist and the slightly longer kiss he planted to her shoulder.

[MC] continued, before he had an opportunity to argue. She pulled at her lank hair, frowning in disgust. “Look at it. It’s so—so boring. Uninspired. Yours, your hair looks gorgeous even when you’ve just woken up. I can do everything, and still look like I fell into a bush.”

He kissed at her hand where she held her hair, nuzzling softly. “You can’t see it like I can,” Diego mused quietly in her ear, “It is as soft as silk and shines radiantly in the sun. I see a thousand different colours when you run through the sunlight, and when you sleep, it forms a halo not even angels could challenge.”

“Okay, but what about… What about this….”

[MC] pointed in exasperation to her blotchy, blemished skin, and he hummed in contemplation, ghosting his hands over her ribs and stomach.

“And yet it is smooth, and even…” He turned her to the side, moving around to face her as he got on his knees before her, “And a delight to kiss.”

[MC] flushed at the sight of him before her, looking determinedly away from him as he looked at her. The love and passion in that gaze made something in her navel twist, the familiar hook that never failed to appear when the soft and gentle voice he used to reassure her made an appearance.

“My… Stretch marks, too, on my thighs…”

“I liken them to tiger stripes.” She felt his lips touch the marks on the outer part of her thighs, kissing along the red-purple streaks. The skin there, too, was blotchy and pale and red-spotted and yet when he kissed it, it felt like she was a goddess, and he was worshipping her. Her cheeks flared, and she looked down at him. His eyes met hers. There was fire in them, that all-consuming heat that never failed to make her swoon. His wet his lips, continuing as he spoke, his lips tracing each of her marks. “You think a tigress would be as beautiful without her stripes?” He asked rhetorically, for she had momentarily lost her voice, too lost in the feel of his lips threading slowly inwards.

She stroked his hair, and shook her head. “No. I guess not.”

[MC] felt Diego smile against her skin, and the soft press of his lips disappeared. She opened her eyes, not even realising she’d actually closed them, and found him looking down at her, his hands on her waist.

“As with you, my love. What you see as imperfections, I see as a masterpiece, one part of a glorious whole.” He bent down, and kissed her tenderly, lips brushing hers in an action far too chaste for someone who had, moments before, been nearly entirely between her legs.

[MC] chewed at her lip at that thought, and leaned up to kiss him in a way that was thoroughly not chaste, her fingers threading through his hair. He smelled as he always did, warm, and safe, with her favourite cologne on. “Diego…” she breathed. He kissed at her neck, at the spot he had once drunk from, at her collar bone, and she mumbled softly into his hair; “I don’t deserve you.”

He paused. There was a small moment of silence, and he stepped back, holding her at arm’s length, looking more serious than she’d ever seen him before. “[MC]. You deserve me, so much more. You deserve to be pampered, to be worshipped, and if I am to be the one lucky enough to do so, well,” He trailed off, wrapping her in a hug. She clung to him, safe and content in his arms, with all thoughts and criticisms of her body banished from her mind.

There was a momentary pause as he crossed to the bed, pulling her onto his lap to cradle her in his arms. He finished his train of thought, his thumb brushing one of the stretch marks she had, for a moment, been so concerned about.

“Well then I am truly the happiest man on this Earth.”

I write other Lovestruck fic as well! Please see my #lovestruck tag

I can confidently write fic requests for L&L; All characters bar maybe Iseul, ‘cause I havent finished his route yet. HifL; Diego; Razi; JD; Mac less so, havent finished her route yet. SP; Antares. sry other space babes im working on u ST; All of them damn you all of them. VN; Duke. Andi tbc. C:LA!; Clyde; Logan; TK; Serena

Don’t ask me about Sweet Enchantments I haven’t played any of it.

[asromaworld]

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[dommefranniefabray-blog]

@hulllabalou:Well, uh. I kinda disappeared. I wasn’t doing anything illegal! Or weird. Promise. It was just the mood I was in… I was around? I just. Didn’t do the thing. Or a thing. Like a reclusive person, I guess would be the word or hikikomori - which is the Japanese word. Uh. Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that.

Frannie: That can't be healthy for you. It is nice to see you up and about however.

[thestarchildgilbert-blog]

Lou: That’s sounds fantastic, Sir. I think that’d be a lot of fun. I’m at lunch with Blaine, but afterwards, I’m all yours if you’d like to do something? I can text you?

Elliott: Of course you can. I'll PM you my number. You can feel free to come by my apartment if you feel comfortable with that otherwise just text me as you said.

[monstaxwh]

(PREVIEW) 170722 MONSTA X @ San Francisco International Airport (Wonho)

[littlestmedic]

I saw your stories about MC and Reiner having a baby and tha you like wirting angst so... what if MC died giving birth? But the baby survives. Could you please write that?

Sure thing my dude. Angst ahoy!

Words: 1391Rating: TPairing: Reiner Wolfson/MCTags: Major character death, blood.

His son is only a few minutes old. He almost wasn’t allowed those minutes.

“We are sorry, Lord Wolfson,” the midwife says. The othersbehind her look pale, their robes covered in blood and some of their facesstreaked with tears and sweat. “So, so sorry. We tried as hard as we could.”

He holds his son carefully. The newborn is not crying, andhis breathing is soft and shallow. Slowly, one of the midwives approaches.

“Lord Wolfson… Your son…”

He lets her take his son from him, and hand the baby to thewet nurse. The room is uncomfortably silent.

“Can I see her?”Reiner is both surprised and not by how broken his voice is. Surprised, for hisface is dry and devoid of tears, and not, for the love of his life is lying beyondthe half-cracked door to their chamber, dead. He doesn’t know what to expect,especially when the chief midwife tries to stop him, especially when Solaire tries to hold him back, hervoice urgent.

“No, Lord Wolfson, no, Reiner, you do not want to see—”

But he enters.

She is a shell, and that is when the tears come. When hesees her deathly pale face, the brown hair greasy and stuck to her head, andthe blood, gods, the blood…

“Oh, my love…” His voice is choked. He takes one shuddering step towards the bed, and another,and then his knees give out and he collapses onto his knees at her side,oblivious to the pain of his knees meeting the flagstones. He fumbles for herhand, clutches at it. His magic reaches out, searching, looking for anything itcan grasp onto and heal, even if it means he will perish in her stead.

Nothing. The spark of her soul is gone, and in its place is a void. He sobs, burying his head intothe blood soaked sheets and howling out his grief. Somewhere off in thedistance, a few rooms over, he hears the broken wails of the retainers. Theyare family, after all. And beneath it all, the weak peal of a baby, which grows stronger after a time,until no other sound registers with Reiner but that of his own cries and thoseof his son.

He sits with her body for longer than he can count, pleadingwith the gods to return her.

But they won’t. They didn’t return his father, or hismother, or his brother. For all intents and purposes, they didn’t care for thegrief of mortals. The retainers come through, as do Ryland and Solaire, andthey plead for him to let her go. Hisson needs him. The baby doesn’t even have a name yet.

It is when Ishara enters, at her sons behest, does helisten.

“Reiner.” Her voice is soft but stern. “Do you truly thinkshe would enjoy seeing you like this?”She rests one hand on his shoulder, and then moves it to stroke at his hair,softly, comfortingly.“You have a child now. Be strong for him, if not for yourself.”

Be strong for him, she says. Reiner lifts his head. His faceis drawn, aged years in but a day. They must prepare her for burial, shereminds him gently. They cannot whilst he is there. To linger any longer wouldbe to risk tarnishing his memories of her further.

So he gets up, and walks, with heavy heart and heavy footsteps,to the door, and away from the love of his life. When he closes the heavy woodof their chamber, he knows he is closing the door to the best times of hislife.

Alfric Wolfson is a remarkably healthy baby for one whosebirth came accompanied with such trauma and heartbreak. He is six months old,and he is the apple of the eye of all those who pass through Lord Reiners castle.Blue eyed and brown haired, he looks little like his father. He does, however, looklike his mother.

Reiner’s heart hurts whenever he sees her smile in his sonsface.

The late Lady Wolfson has a grave outside the castle. It is markedwith a statue of her, head bowed and face peaceful. Every last day of the month,Reiner takes his son to see her. He talks to her, filling her in on their sonsprogress.

“Alfric smiled for the first time today, my love. He lookslike you.”

“Ishara was the first to make our son laugh. Iseul hopes theskill runs in the family.”

“Alfric recognises my voice. And Solaire’s too. Ryland hopeshe is next to be recognised.”

Other times, Reiner stands there, alone. He stares at herface, and he remembers, and grieves, and hopes that wherever she is, she ishappy.

“And this will help him?”

“Of course, Lord Wolfson,” the healer replies, “All babiesmust cut their teeth eventually, and it is perfectly normal they are distressed.It is an uncomfortable process, after all.”

Reiner doesn’t care what’s normal—he just wants to help his child. His son is in pain, andwailing, and no amount of soft singing or rocking helps. And he is scared, ofcourse, scared that his boy will take a turn for the worst, that the midwiveswarnings of sickly babes would come true.

“Thank you,” Reiner tells her, not relieved quite just yet. Hewill not be relieved until his son is no longer wailing, and once againsleeping soundly.

“Papa!”

Alfric’s first word is papa, and it is the only word he seems to say, until hebegins to pepper his vocabulary with “Gust!”, the closest he can get to August.This is much to the others chagrin, but August takes it in his stride.Reiner imagines that as someone with so many siblings, August has seen his fairshare of infants, and knows all the tricks to getting them to say his name beforeall others.

One day, Reiner walks into the nursery with Alfric’s lunch(mashed up peas seemed to have become Solaire’s newest speciality, as the infantseemed to love them), and sees Iseul, bent over the crib.

“Isssssseul. Go on, Alfric. Isssss-eul. You can do it.”

“Papaaaaa. Peas!”

Iseul turns, a good-natured scowl on his face.“Clearly, I know when I’m outmatched.” He shrugs, moving so Reiner can pick uphis son. The elf watches, something unreadable on his face before he blurts out,“She would be proud, you know. So unbelievably proud.”

Reiner turns, looking at him furtively, before nodding. Hisface is a sad smile, the pain still raw and the ache still there.“I know,” he says, facing back to Alfric in his dinner chair, “I know.”

Reiner is sitting in his study, brow creased withconcentration, when the door bursts open. It is Ryland and Altea, out of breathand beaming. At first, Reiner is alarmed—an emergency? Why else would theyburst in without knocking?And then Altea bursts into rapid, excited speech.

“Reiner, my lord, dearest friend, come quick! Quick quickquick! Solaire—and Alfric!! Steps! Walking!”She falls back into simple one word sentences, gesticulating wildly, Rylandnodding at her side—and Reiner waits not a second more, rushing past them withall the urgency in the world.

When he reaches the nursery, and reaches Solaire, he seestwo things all at once—one, Solaire is near weeping with joy, and two, Alfricis standing, and walking, one shakylittle foot in front of the other, pushing away from the toybox he had used topull himself up.

One tiny part of Reiner wishes he had seen his sons first steps, and not the ones afterAltea and Ryland had excitedly hurried to tell him the good news—but he let itwish unheeded. Every other part of him burst at the seams with pride.

It has been exactly twelve months since she passed. A year.The pain is still there— and it always will be—but he has his son.

And his son, the little boy who has his mothers smile, willalways have him.

I write other Lovestruck fic as well! Please see my #lovestruck tag

I can confidently write fic requests forL&L; All characters bar maybe Iseul, ‘cause I havent finished his route yet.HifL; Diego; Razi; JD; Mac less so, havent finished her route yet.SP; Antares. sry other space babes im working on uST; All of them damn you all of them.VN; Duke. Andi tbc.C:LA!; Clyde; Logan; TK; Serena

[asromaworld]

Roma vs Milan 31.08.18

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[monstaxwh]

(PREVIEW) 170722 MONSTA X @ Los Angeles International Airport (Wonho)

[monstaxwh]

(PREVIEW) 170722 MONSTA X @ Los Angeles International Airport (Wonho)

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(PREVIEW) 170722 MONSTA X @ Los Angeles International Airport (Wonho)

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(PREVIEW) 170722 MONSTA X @ San Francisco International Airport (Wonho)