#pls my dear giants let me invite my friends over...

[thetinylittlespider]

Ok so, little stupid here.

You find a wild tiny, thet cant communicate to you, but you manage to build some trust in them, you let them in your home, show them you are a good person, they are safe...

They see your home as a paradise, food, security, supplies, limitless, and of course...your friendship...Over the days you both spend nice afternoons, they move into your walls, perhaps even free to roam the kitchen...

And one day, when you are giving the signal for them to come and get some food...they decided it was cool to tell their clan about you and this place.

And you get to see some shit like this:

[tokoyamisstuff]

Scandal Ch. 5 - Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki returns to claim what is his - willing to kill everyone in his way.

Warnings: Angst.

Words: ~1800

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A/N: Sweet little Feedback Anon, I took your suggestion. You know which one I mean if you see it. (:

Btw guys I have like 60+ Drafts I need to finish so pls be patient with me.

Word sure spreads fast among the folk of Asgard, about Odin’s shame and your innocence.

Since his lies had weakened the favor among his subjects, the Allfather was desperate to clean his name and reputation, ultimatively inviting you to come back.

But you declined, stating that this wasn’t your homeland anymore ever since they betrayed you to fullfill their selfish ambitions.

However, Asgard’s hypocrisy wasn’t the only reason you chose to stay on Midgard - you just knew that it would break your heart every day you’d spend on a place with so many memories connected to your deceased husband.

Earthlings, the people of S.H.I.E.L.D and especially Thor’s friends Jane and Erik Selvic had basically become like family to you. Even though they could never fill the void Loki had left in your heart, things being like this was more than you could wish for.

“Lady Y/N!” a familiar voice greeted you, yet his worried tone startled you. Thor was already standing in your room, practically kicking in your door as he was visibly upset.

Immediately, you put Liam into his crib and rushed to his side. “What’s the matter?!”

A strange mix of horror and excitement was stretched across his face, making your heart sink to your stomach.

Actually, you didn’t want to involve yourself with the Asgardians any further. All you ever wanted was for your child to be healthy and happy, no matter where this was possible.

But Thor was still your cherished brother-in-law, as well as a wonderful uncle, never ceasing to provide for you and Liam, even when everyone else had forsaken you.

Yet what he was about to tell you let your blood run cold: 

“Loki is back.”

Immediately, all the walls you had built up over those past months were crumbling as you collapsed to the floor, crying out of anger and relief.

“H-How? How is this even possible?! He’s dead! Loki died!”

“Pull yourself together, Lady Y/N!” Thor has always been a rather touchy-feely kind of person, in opposite to his raw and bulky appearance.

But right now, he wouldn’t dare to hug or console you, like he’d usually do. Instead, he was offering you a hand to help you get back up - which you wouldn’t be able to take just yet. “There’s no use in overthinking this! We need to hurry!”

“What do you even want me to do?” you wondered, because if your husband was really alive, you’d doubt him wanting to see you. “He’s changed...killed a lot of people before he disappeared. And still, I don’t wanna fight him. How can I be of any help at all?!?”

“We know he’s probably after you and the child” the God of Thunder stated coldly. “So you need to be transferred to a safe location.”

What can be more safe than a base of S.H.I.E.L.D? If only you knew he had already demolished a whole, giant outpost of them with ease...

“I’ll explain everything to you on the way.” “Let me quickly get the baby.”

“What, did you forget the name of your nephew already?” you chuckled awkwardly, but seeming to have struck a nerve.

Thor was only slowly approaching the crib in which your lovely baby was resting, staring at it with awe while his trembling hand caressed Liam’s cheek.

“Incredible...” he whispered mainly to himself,  as if this wasn’t the thousandth time he would lay eyes upon him. “He’s just like I remember him.”

Something was off.

Of course Thor had a spare key to your flat, but you had never heared him unlock it - he had just kind of appeared in the middle of the room. Could as well be that you had been to invested with something, or buried in thought to notice him, and yet...

“Wait” you stated, making him flinch away from the child and turn around. “My knees are still weak. Help me up first.”

With heavy steps, Thor would force himself away from the crib and towards you again, lending you another hand and easily pulling you up - just for you to point a sharp dagger to his throat.

“Lady Y/N, when did you summo-”

“Shut up!” you hissed, and the god held his hands into the air to assure his goodwill. "Drop the disguse. Now!”

The man let out an amused huff, a taint of green covering his body to revert it back to normal - revealing your husband.

His hair had become longer, and dark rings showed how devastating those past months went by for him. Yet still, he was unmistakingly your husband.

Yet a faint, mad spark in his eyes was what worried you the most.

Now he was holding a knife as well, both circling around the crib with a knife at each other’s throat, as if to dance with each other.

“So it’s really you, Loki?”

“The one and only” he declared, chest swelling with pride at his performance and completely ignoring your hostile undertone. “I missed you painfully, my sweetling.”

He looked to the side where your son was still sleeping soundly, regret clearly visible on his face. “Wha- what name did you give our child?”

“Liam it is.”

The smallest of smiles tugged on his lips, swallowing harshly to surpress the sobs wanting to break free. “Beautiful name. Very well chosen.”

Pain was stretching across your features, desperately trying for the dam of emotions to not break. The dagger in your hand vanished, rather choosing to reluctantly caress his cheek - to make sure this was really him, and not one of his illusions.

And it was really him, leaning into your touch with a content purr. “Yes, my love, just like tha-”

A loud noise drang to his ear, effectively cutting him off. He needed a second to understand that it was in fact you slapping him what caused the interruption.

“Dear, wait, I-” Another hit, this time it was your knee digging into his groin, making him gasp in pain.

With his current power, it would be a piece of cake to block you - yet he knew that after everything that had happened to you, and everything he had done...

...it was what he deserved. So he would allow you to let off some steam.

Yet much to his surprise, you were done already - now grabbing desperately on his cloak and pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

He immediately reciprocated, dropping his weapon as well to embrace you fully, lips mingling with each other over and over again.

Oh, how long had both of you craved for each other?

“Sorry” you panted as your lips finally parted, “Just needed to get that off my chest.”

“Do not apologize, my love” Loki declared, chin resting atop of your head, still no intention to let go off of you. “I deserve far worse than that.”

You looked up to him, the kiss having made something surface in his eyes: So solemn, and incredibly fragile, it made your heart ache.

“Wha- what happened to you? Where have you been all this time?”

Loki’s face contorted at the question, as if the thoughts in his mind were physically painful. But his mind was clouded, unable to make his proper memory resurfacing. “Places far beyond your imagination, dear. And I have learned many things.”

“I-I thought I had lost you...” you ultimatively began to sob, face dug into his chest.

“No” the god whispered softly, his gaze still unwavering. “You always have me. I promise.”

“What now?” you sniveled as he gently pet your head, just as back in good old times. “Where do we go?”

“What do you mean?” Loki’s features creased into a slight frown, “We stay here. There’s no need to leave or flee.”

“Bu-” you hesistantly took a few steps back, to take in his full reaction. “But you’re a wanted criminal, Loki! On Asgard as well as Midgard!”

His manner became more defensive again, glee radiating off of him. “Oh, my sweet, innocent Y/N...still the idealist, I see.”

“And you are still insufferable” you scoffed back, crossing your arms. “What do you mean?”

Actually, you dreaded the answer.

The man seemed to be thinking about many things at once, eyes narrowing before he finally took a hold of your hand, squeezing it ever so slightly when he saw that you were still wearing his ring - even after everything that had happened.

“Y/N, my love, those deaths were a necessary evil.” He tried to peck a quick kiss on your hand, but you pulled away at those words. “The only crime I feel guilty for is having left the love of my life. But don’t you worry, I’ll make up for it.”

He summoned a staff, glowing in the same blue as the tesseract - and much to your terror, his eyes started to adapt to them as well.

“I will create my own kingdom, Y/N! Here on Midgard, with you as my queen! This is what you deserve, my love! You and our child will have everything you desire and more!”

“This is madness, Loki!” It wasn’t the first time he had heared that.

People always treated him wrongly, afterwards wondering why he was trying to create felicity on his own. “Is it?” he croaked, “Is it madness for a person born to rule two kingdoms to create a home he never had?”

His plan did not merit awe or any such feelings he hoped you to have - the only person in the world he thought would understand him.

“Loki, what your parents have done to you is inexcusable, yet-”

“They’re not my parents!” he screamed enraged, eyes then widened in shock that he had raised his voice at you. “My apologies, I...”

“They have kept the truth from you so that you’d never feel different. You know you’re their son, and the Asgardians are your family. You must know that!”

“You speak like mother” he spat, and still Frigga’s words he could not shake off as easily as Odin’s. “There is no going back to that place, and Jotunheim I never had a connection with. You most likely heared that I tried to kill Laufey, yes?”

Nodding in silence, you nervously bit your lip. “Please...” Wrapping your arms around him and placing one ear at his sternum, you could clearly hear how his heart was fighting a war, struggling to decide.

“You can still stop whatever you were gonna do. We can start anew somewhere, lead a peaceful life with Liam. I don’t need wealth or power, and you clearly know any of this wouldn’t give you the satisfaction you’re searching for!”

“As always, you’re right” he grumbled deeply, already regretting what he was about to do. “But it’s not that easy, my naive little dove.”

“No~” With his hand on the back of your neck, he infused a powerful magic inside your body, slowly shutting down your nervous system completely. As careful as possible, he cradled you in his arms and slowly led you to the floor, then proceeding to take his heir.

“The only thing I need for myself is our little family - and I will avenge you by murdering anyone that did you wrong, or tries to separate us again.”

[woozibby]

In Love | Joshua

requested: Hello, I hope you’re doing good 💙 Could I maybe request a cute fluff with Joshua? Maybe something were he realizes he’s in love with the reader and tells them, if that’s okay with you~

wc: 2190

a.n. I hope you like this anon!! Please let me know if you have any more requests! <3 This is unedited, so i’m sorry for any mistakes!

SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

You, my dear reader, are in your afternoon music lesson. You tried your best to keep focus, however, it wasn’t going very well. 

So when your phone started buzzing in your pocket, that was when you completely lost focus.

Your phone screen lights up with many notifications, however, the ones that stood out were the ones from the ironically titled group chat: Oh God Why.

Mingyu: how does everyone feel about pizza?

Vernon: I could go for pizza

y/n: omg yes pls

Joshua: aren’t you meant to be in class y/n? 

y/n: don’t need to call me out like that, but yeah, I’m here 

Mingyu: So pizza after y/n’s class yes or no? 

Vernon, y/n: yes

Joshua: fine yes. y/nie, I’ll come pick you up after class

y/n: awe, thank you josh<3

Mingyu: simp

Joshua: STFU MINGYU

So you giggle to yourself as you read the exchange and you put your phone away in attempts to refocus. The idea of food and hanging out with your best friends at the forefront of your mind. 

Finally, your lesson came to an end and like he said he would be. Joshua was there, outside waiting for you to meet him. 

“So, how was class?” Joshua asks as you link your arm with his and you both make your way to his car. 

“It was something,” you laugh. 

It didn’t take you guys long to get to the small dinner that Mingyu demanded to go to. He mentioned how it sold authentic American style pizza. That no other pizza place could now compare. 

None of you bothered to fight him on it as it was just easier to go along with the giant puppies’ demands. Plus you all knew you wouldn’t be able to say no to him either. 

Once you got inside and were sat down, Mingyu and Vernon instantly went for the menu and began looking over it. However, you were fine just sitting there in the presence of everyone else. 

Looking over, you see Joshua already looking at you with a small smile on his face.

“What?” you asked, returning his smile.

“Nothing,” he responded, turning his attention away from you. “Guys, stop hogging the menus, let us have a look.” 

Ten minutes later, you’ve all ordered and are now sipping away at your drinks as you guys talk about your day. You laughed at the jokes Vernon said and how every time the door would open from the kitchen Mingyu’s head would be straight up and looking around like a meercat. 

However, what you didn’t notice was the fact how when you weren’t looking, Joshua would take the time to glance at you, smile and look away before you could notice. You were so engrossed in the conversation that you failed to notice the smile that never left his lips. 

So anyways, your pizza arrives and you guys slowly eat your food- well you slowly eat your food, the guys slowly and eating are never in the same sentence. 

So once you’ve finished up, you all split the bill and make your way out of the dinner. 

“Didn’t I tell you that place was great?” Mingyu gushes as he walks ahead of you with Vernon. 

“It wasn’t that bad,” Vernon laughs. 

You continue to smile as you watch the two boys before turning your attention towards your other best friend. 

“You okay?” you ask. “You’ve been kinda quiet tonight.” 

Joshua hums and shrugs his shoulders. He takes a moment to think before nodding his head.

“I’m good,” The smile never falls. 

OKAY so, flash forward. 

So it’s a Saturday, you don’t have lessons AND since you were good, you made sure to catch up on all of your work so you could have the weekend to chill and do nothing.

Absolutely nothing. 

You didn’t want to think, you didn’t want to move an inch out of your apartment. The only thing that would get you out of your apartment was if the building was on fire and even then, you’d have to think about it. 

So you queued up a drama on your tv and started on making a snack or two to keep you going and once that was all done, you made your way back to the living room and plopped yourself down on the couch with a blanket thrown over your lap. 

You were twenty minutes into the first episode when your phone buzzed. You ignored it, thinking that if it was important they’d call back later. So you forgot about it for another ten or so minutes until it buzzed again. 

Letting out a sigh, you pause the episode and lean over to grab your phone. 

Your screen was full of notifications. 

Some were random things from Twitter, others were from some random app you forgot you had on your phone, but the most recent ones were a string of text messages from Josh. 

Joshua: You busy? 

Joshua: You doing anything rn?

Joshua: you’re free right?

You whipped your hands on your blanket before you unlocked your phone and typed back a response. 

y/n: define free?

Joshua: As in you’re not out and doing something??

y/n: then yeah, I’m free

Joshua: YES okay, do you want to do something? I thought maybe we could go to the aquarium? 

You began to type out a message, before pressing backspace and deleting it all. You wanted to spend the day inside, but what was the worst that could happen? Plus, how could you ever say no to him?

y/n: yeah sure, meet me here in twenty?

Joshua: cool, for sure! 

Locking your phone once more, you turn off your tv and take your snacks back to the kitchen before you headed to your room to get changed. 

You put on a comfortable outfit and made sure to wear a jacket over the top as you knew it could sometimes get cold in the aquarium. So, by the time you were ready, a knock on your door didn’t come as much of a surprise. 

Opening it up, you smile at Josh and invite him in. 

“I’ll be one second, just gotta put my shoes on.” 

He nods and sits himself down on the couch as he waits for you to finish and when you come back out with a small bag, you pick up your keys, purse and phone before shoving them in. 

“You ready?” he asks causing you to nod in response. 

So he drives and you guys get to the aquarium in no time. 

Once you get inside and your tickets are brought, you start to make your way through. 

Josh laughs to himself every time you saw a new animal and ran over to them in awe. He tried his best to keep beside you, however, once something caught your eye, you were off again in a flash. 

He didn’t mind though, the look on your face and the pure joy that emanated from you was enough for him. Every little thing you did made him smile, every little thing you did made his heart jump around. 

It wasn’t until you guys got to the underwater tunnel and the sight of you looking all around you with the largest smile he thought he had ever seen you smile, did it dawn to him. 

He loves you. 

No matter how much his heart and brain fought, no matter how much he wanted to deny it- he couldn’t. Not now, not whilst looking at you like this. Not when the water was reflecting on you in a way that enhanced your already beautiful self. 

Mingyu and Vernon always joked that he was a simp for you and they were right. Not that Josh would ever tell them that, they didn’t need the ego boost. 

So as Josh followed you around the aquarium, he smiled. He laughed to himself and the more time you guys spent the more it cemented in his mind.

He was in love and there was nothing he could do about it. 

So flash forward an hour or two. 

He’s dropped you home and you’ve gone on and on about how fun the day was. How much fun it was going there with him and it makes his heart expand like five sizes. 

So after he drops you off, he heads back to his own apartment which he shares with Vernon and Mingyu. When he walks through the door, both boys are sat on the couch, playing the same game they were playing when Josh left. 

“How was your date?” Mingyu sniggers, he, however, doesn’t turn his attention away from the tv as Josh walks over and lets himself fall into the love sweet. 

“It wasn’t a date,” Josh responds before covering his face up with his hands.

“Is that why you looked so bummed?” Vernon asks. 

Josh uncovers his face and sends a look to the younger boy. Vernon, who just shrugs says nothing more. 

“I realised something today and I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing.” 

“Let me guess,” Mingyu pauses the game which causes Vernon to gasp. “You’ve finally realised your love for y/n and now you’re in a state of shock” 

Josh’s eyebrows furrow together as he slowly nods.

“How did you know?” 

Both of the younger boys sigh in defeat. 

“Because it’s obvious!” Vernon laughs. “You’ve been in love with them since what? The moment you guys saw each other?” 

“That’s not true,” Josh fakes a laugh as he looks down at his hands. 

“Yes, it is and don’t even try to deny it.” Mingyu states. 

“And so what you like y/n, what’s so bad about that?” Vernon asks causing Josh to shrug once again. 

“I don’t know, maybe I’m scared it’ll ruin our friendship.” 

“There is nothing in this world that could end your friendship, you know why?” Mingyu asks, but he doesn’t wait for Josh to respond. “Because your guys’ friendship transcends any other thing. You guys are practically soulmates, don’t hide your feelings because of the anxieties.” 

“He’s right,” Vernon speaks. “Let’s say you did confess and they didn’t feel the same way, that’s a whole lot better than sitting here wondering what could have been.” 

Josh lets out a breath of air and nods his head slowly. 

What the boys were saying was true. 

What was the worst that could happen? You could say no and that Vernon was right. At least you can move on from a no, how can you move on from the thoughts of a what if? 

Because what if he didn’t tell her and there was a day where he began to regret that decision? How could he live with himself if he never told you how much he truly loved you? 

Josh shot up from his chair and sent a look to the two younger boys. 

“I need to tell them,” 

Vernon and Mingyu look at each other before looking at Josh with wide eyes.

“Like right now?” Mingyu asks.

Josh nods.

“Of course, when else am I going to tell them?” 

Vernon laughs and claps his hands. 

“Go on, go do it! Tell them, dude.” 

“I’m doing it,” Josh said before walking out the door. 

He came back in a moment later and picked up his car keys. 

“I’m doing it now!” He said leaving once more. 

Mingyu and Vernon looked at each other once more before speaking. 

“He’s seriously going to do it,” 

They looked back at the tv.

“Another game?”

“Sure.” 

SO back to you!! 

Since you’ve gotten back, you’ve put back on your drama, you’ve got your snacks back out and reclaimed your position on the couch. You’ve finally finished the first episode and you’re only into the second one by a minute or two when the sound of knocking on your door causes you to jump in fright. 

“What is it now?” You mumble to yourself as you place the snacks on your coffee table and throw your blanket to the side. 

Going to the door and opening it up, you make a face to yourself in shock at the sight of Josh standing behind it. 

“Oh Josh hey, what’s up? It hasn’t even been an hour and a half, miss me that much?” You laughed at your own joke, but your smile dropped at how serious Josh was. “Are you ok-...” 

He cuts you off, and your mouth drops. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you giggle. “What’s up with you?” 

“No, I mean, I love you, I’m in love with you. I look at you and my heart swells and I wouldn’t want anything more than to call you mine.” 

You blink for a moment as your brain tries to catch up with the words Josh is saying. 

“I-I…” You try to speak, but nothing came out. 

Josh begins to frown and looks down. Maybe I shouldn’t have listened to them, he thought to himself. 

“I’m sorry, I shou-...” 

However, this time you were the one to cut him off.

“I love you too.”

[lis-likes-fics]

Hey! Could you pls do fem reader x Lucille Sharpe, where y/n is a guest in her house and slowly their friendship grows to love? And maybe one day Lucille has a fight with Thomas and she kills him, y/n sees everything (also realizes that they used to sleep together) afterwards Lucille attacks her and they have a fight (just like with Edith), but they don't kill each other in the end. Happy end where they stay together

Lucille had taken you in quickly, she'd taken a liking to you and accepted you as her friend. Thomas was hesitant at first, he didn't know what to think of you, but he slowly grew fond of you as well.

Your father was very sick when you met them. A few months after, he died of his illnesses. You had nowhere to go. Your mother died when you were a child and you were left an orphan when your father bit the dust.

So Lucille took you in, inviting you into her home with Thomas as their guest. You were so grateful and life couldn’t have been better. Even if there were very strange...appearances in that house.

But life was good.

For a few months.

Then you found out about Thomas and Lucille.

You didn’t have feeling for him or her, but seeing them together gave you a weird feeling... Mostly when you thought of Lucille.

You weren’t into her. You would know if you were, right? So why did it hurt more that she was the one?

But you shouldn’t intrude. It was their life right? No matter how...disturbing.

You knew you shouldn’t intrude or spy or eavesdrop. Especially on your friends, that wasn’t right. You’d just stick to your own business, not bring up theirs. That’s right. You would worry about you, not them.

Or at least, you would have worried about you and not them.

But you couldn’t help yourself. You’d throw it in the bins of accidents along with finding out the siblings were in an intimate relationship that you would rather not think about.

They were just in the kitchen, they were just talking. You were first on your way for a cup of tea, but you stopped short outside of the kitchen when you heard them talking.

“Lucille, this is not wise,” Thomas tried.

“What isn’t wise?” She asked, tilting her head as she talked to him.

Thomas sighed, “If we let this continue, what would become of her, of you...of us?”

Lucille turned away, hesitant as she answered, “I’m not sure what you are talking about, Thomas.”

“Lucille, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” Thomas tried again.

What were they talking about?

Lucille turned around to face him, “Enlighten me.”

“Her,” he simply said, looking at her sternly, “You feel something for her. I can tell, I can see it. You aren’t like you used to be...”

Lucille had stopped completely, like she was debating something in her head, or trying to push the idea out of her head completely. You continued to watch silently, unsure of what was going on or how to react to it. You couldn’t pry yourself away.

Lucille shook her head, “I’m...I’m not sure who you are referring to.”

Thomas sighed again, “I think you are.”

She turned to him, looking up as she spoke, her a tone a little more lethal than before, “And what else do you think, Thomas?”

His mouth opened very slightly as he realized his mistake, taking a small step back as he mumbled, “Lucille...”

“No, Thomas. I want to hear it. What is it you think is going on with me? You think I’m distracted? I’ve completely changed course? You think I’ve lost track of what’s important? Or that I’ve gone mad?”

Thomas shook his head, continuing to step back as she advanced. He didn’t mean to start an actual argument, “No, Lucille, that’s not what I meant.”

She spoke, “Really? Because it really seems like that’s exactly what you meant.”

“No, you’re twisting my words,” Thomas tried, holding his hands out to calm her. She unconsciously grabbed for something, anything to have in her hands. Unfortunately, she had been cooking before the argument and was now armed with a knife.

“So you think I have gone mad? Over Y/N? Are you serious? After all these years, you think one girl is going to change us, Thomas?” Lucille said, continuing to advance on Thomas.

You covered your mouth, your breath speeding as you tried to stay silent. Thomas was backed into the wall now, his only shot was to try and calm her, “Lucille, please, calm yourself.”

She was right in front of him now, only an inch away. She tapped his cheek lightly with the knife, “Are you sure I’m the one who’s gone mad?”

Thomas didn’t answer, it didn’t matter what he said to her. Lucille’s hand shook slightly, her breath coming in strained pants as her own emotions shot through her in a speed she couldn’t comprehend.

She didn’t mean to. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, as if she was not herself. She was thinking over the argument, the truth in his words too much too soon for her to bear as she began to consider it. Maybe he was right.

She didn’t like being wrong. She didn’t want to be wrong.

But she didn’t mean for it to happen...mostly...

With one quick slice, she slit Thomas’s throat, the blood spilling from the deep cut and some of the blood spattering on her face and clothes. She inhaled sharply at the same time as you.

You covered your mouth, pressing your back against the wall before sliding down. A tear ran down your cheek at the horrors you’d just witnessed. You took in a silent, shaky breath as you tried to compose yourself.

You slowly looked over, trying to see the other side into the kitchen. Lucille was standing there behind the wall, looking down at her on the floor. Out of sheer panic, running on the adrenaline that had pumped into her veins when she saw Thomas die, she stood and ran in the other direction.

Lucille began walking after, following like a predator would her prey. “Y/N. Y/N, dear, please come back.”

You kept running, wiping at your tears. You had to find a hiding spot, a spot safe from Lucille. But where was that? Lucille knew the entire house like the back of her hand and she was still holding the bloodied up knife.

So you ran as far as your legs would carry you. “Y/N, please come back here!” Lucille called. You crouched down and hid behind somewhere, your hands searching for anything you could use as a weapon.

You pried some of the loose wood from the floor, the board splintering and becoming a messy stake. You clenched the makeshift weapon in your hold, holding it tightly to your chest.

You breathed heavily, looking over to see if Lucille had caught up to you. When you saw her coming up, your eyes widened. She struck at you with her knife, it stabbed into the wood just above your head and stuck there for a moment.

You used that opportunity to run again. “Y/N!”

You busted through the front doors, stopping momentarily at the sight before you. Winter had just arrived and it was the first snow of the season. You truly knew why it was called ‘Crimson Peak’. The red clay seeped from the ground and stained the snow red, creating the scene of a bloody field in front of you.

You looked behind you and ran outside, hiding behind the giant machinery from Thomas’s work. Lucille came bolting outside.

It was ridiculous to say, especially at a time like this, but she was strangely endearing in the way she looked. There was a strange, unsettling beauty about her. The unsettling part came from the fact that she was still blood stained and out for more.

“Lucille, please. You don’t have to do this,” you tried. You didn’t want to have to do the worst if she tried to kill you. You didn’t want to have to kill her. She made you feel so strange over the course of your few months here. She was your friend, and such a close one.

But why did friend feel strange to say?

She followed the sound of your voice, no matter how disarming it was. “I don’t want to,” she began, “But I have to.”

“Why?” You asked her, confused and conflicted.

“It’s my job, it’s the game. I took an exception on you...and look where it got me. Thomas is now dead, I only have you now. I should have no one after that,” she confessed, turning the corner to find you.

She struck you with the knife, but you blocked with your stake, running the other way to avoid having to fight. She chased you, but she didn’t exactly know why anymore.

You told her, “It doesn’t have to be that way! You don’t have to kill me! Please, Lucille.”

She stopped when you did, looking at her with sorrowful eyes. She shook her head, tears filling her eyes as she said with a slight growl, “I have to. This is your fault!”

She raised the knife above her head and you moved out of the way, booking it to hide again. Safely in a hiding place, you called, “What do you mean?”

She spoke, “You’re the reason I killed Thomas... He was right. I was distracted, I’m not in my right mind, and it’s your fault. I’ve gone completely mad, and I have no idea why.”

You stopped as you asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you have taken over my mind. I can’t do anything with you constantly popping into my head like some kind of plague meant to ruin me! What have you done to me? And why do I have to be the one you choose to toy with?” She asked. She’d fallen to her knees, weeping on the floor as her pump of energy had given out.

You slowly came from your hiding spot, watching her from afar as you said, “I didn’t do anything, or I didn’t mean to. I tried to keep my distance, especially after I learned of you and Thomas. I tried to stay out of your way, I tried not to interfere. I didn’t want to meddle in things I don’t understand. But it’s so hard to stay away from you, Lucille.”

She looked up at you, her breath coming in heavy pants as she watched you slowly come from your distance, moving cautiously closer. “You...you plague my mind just as I plague yours. And...I don’t know what that means.”

Lucille didn’t speak, she just watched as you moved closer. You eventually got close enough to hug her, so that’s what you did. “I’m sorry, Lucille. About everything. You don’t have to be alone. Please...”

She breathed irregularly, trying to think, to clear her head. You hugged her tightly, hoping for her to hug you back.

But you didn’t expect for her to thrust her knife through your back. You inhaled sharply and she yanked the knife out. You fell to the ground, looking up at her with a pain expression. “Lucille?”

She watched, trying to keep a blank expression, but she couldn’t. Any moment now and you would be dead. She sat and she tried to keep sitting, but she couldn’t lose you.

“Y/N. Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, her sorrow and regret sneaking up on her as she looked over you. “I’m sorry. You’ll be okay.”

You looked up at her, your hand pressing against her cheek. You gave a weak smile, coming to terms that you were a goner. “I’m sorry, Lucille,” you told her.

She shook her head. Your eyes felt heavy as you closed them, your body going limp. She shook her head again, “No, Y/N!”

She shook you and you didn’t respond. She took in a breath and picked you up, carrying you into the house. “I can’t lose you, too. Please, Y/N.”

~

You felt weird, your eyes opening slowly, fluttering open. You looked around the room, confused. Your eyes landed on a resting Lucille and you panicked for a moment. That’s when you saw the bandage wrapped around your stomach and back.

You looked at her again and blinked, trying to remember what exactly happened, why you were still alive. Lucille killed you, didn’t she?

She stirred when she heard you rustling under the blankets laid over you. She saw you and turned quickly, “Y/N, are you alright?” She sounded relieved, so happy that you weren’t dead.

You were scared at first, but hearing her voice and seeing her face seemed to be rid of all of that. This woman almost killed you, she tried to. But you somehow couldn’t muster up the sense to be at least scared of or mad and her.

All you could do was hug her.

Or at least, you tried to. You were interrupted mid-action by the immense pain in your back from your stab wound. “Careful!” Lucille warned you, looking at the blood spot on your back.

You held your arms out, embarrassed now. She hugged you back, desperately in need of one. You smiled weakly and sighed into the hug. Lucille broke down in tears and you followed after, both of you muttering multiple ‘I’m sorry’s to one another.

“I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m so sorry. This is my fault, I should never have touched you,” Lucille told you.

You shook your head, “You saved me, didn’t you? I’m not dead, so your officially forgiven.”

She pulled away slowly, staring at you as she gazed into your eyes. She missed looking in them. Her eyes darted to your lips and your followed. You couldn’t help yourself, and apparently she couldn’t either as her lips pressed against yours.

She held you carefully to her, pulling you tighter. You sighed, your hands tangling in her hair. After a moment, she pulled back, “I-”

“Don’t apologize. I loved it,” you told her quietly.

You did it again, kissing her softly. It was so perfect the first time, in a strange way, but it was even better the second. When you pulled away, you whispered, “I think I love you, Lucille.”

She sighed, hugging you closer, “I think I love you, too.”

~

Author’s Note: I really meant to get this done sooner...but procrastination’s a bitch, man. Thanks for reading!

[demonboidies]

𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 - 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂

pt.2

word count: 1,660

<this is a yandere story, therefore this is a trigger warning for emotional abuse, manipulation, toxic relationships and overall unhealthy obsession towards the reader/mc/yn>

Namjoon waited impatiently before you told him your response. it was either a yes or a no. and god forbid it be a no. if it were going to be a no, then their whole plan would fall apart. they planned this scheme for as long as they laid eyes on you, and if it were to fall apart now, there would be no way of going back.

"yes!" you said excitedly, seeking a happy response or a smile from the taller male in front of you. and you were granted with it.

"that's great! please, come in and you can meet the rest of us."

thank god he didn't have to take you against your will. he would hate to do that to you. but now he knew for sure you were staying, and by your own will so that made him gushy. you willingly wanted to stay with them. with him.

you stepped into the household, walking to the familiar living room to see 5 males chatting together. they were in a heated conversation, speaking only in whispers to each other. but when they heard Namjoon clear his throat, they all stopped what they were doing and...stared.

"uhm, this is the rest of us." Namjoon said a bit awkwardly, trying to frantically get the guys to stop staring at you. they had been staring longer than 20 seconds, no one saying anything, just staring. and Namjoon could only imagine how uncomfortable you probably were right now.

"ahem! guys, you wanna introduce yourselves to our new...friend." you smiled softly at the word friend, holding your hand out for one of them to shake. there was a bit of delayed reaction, but one of them decided to rush up and shake your hand pretty violently.

"hi! it's a pleasure to meet you! i'm Taehyung, i hope we can become really close! i haven't had a new friend in a while, and besides these guys get boring really quickly. like i've known them my whole life so it's nice to see a new face." as he spoke, his shaking of your limb didn't falter. in fact, his hand only became tighter on your smaller one.

"ah, a pleasure to meet you taehyung. i as well hope we become closer." you said, somehow, pulling your hand away. when you were no longer touching him and stepping forward to greet the others, a pout settled on his lips. he was saddened you had pulled your hand away.

"hello, what is your name?" you said, looking down at a cute man. his face was slim and he looked fairly young. and by the sight of you in front of him, his cheeks were dusted with a heavy pink shade as he shyly outstretched his hand to yours.

"y-yoongi. min yoongi, please to fina-i mean, meet you. pleasure to meet you." you chuckled at his stumbling of words, finding his attitude and behavior adorable. "you can call me yoongi-oppa, or yoongs though...i don't mind."

"oh, okay," you said pulling your hand away after a light shake. "how do you know you're my oppa?"

his eyes met every place that wasn't yours. "lucky guess...i'm older than almost everyone here so i assumed i would be older than you. you do look young, i'm sorry i'm rambling and sound like a creep right now." he fiddled with his right ear, scratching at it, and you internally yelled at how cute his antics were. "i'm 25..."

"i see, i'm 24."

'we know,' the boys thought in unison, although didn't voice their thoughts.

"ah, you're the same age as Hoseok and I. Hoseok is the one with a light tinge of red in his hair." Namjoon pointed at the respected male, who shyly brought his hand out to you. "he's a bit bashful, but really when you get comfortable with him he's much louder."

a chorus of chuckles left everyone's lips, nodding in agreement.

"h-hey y/n, pleasure finally meeting you."

'finally? did Namjoon speak highly of me the other day?' you masked your inner curiosity with a kind smile, shaking his hand firmly.

"he is a bit shy, but so is Jungkook. he's our youngest." a tall, lean male walked up to you. his wide doe eyes looked at you with an emotion you couldn't name, his hand stretching out to you. and you noticed he was shaking a bit

"pleasure meeting you, jungkook."

"pl-pleasure is all m-mine." his cute stutter had you smiling brightly, and his knees buckled a bit at the sight of your smile. he could barely believe he was touching your hand, let alone getting to get such a beautiful expression out of you.

"so you've met, hoseok, jungkook, yoongi, taehyung, and me...leaves jin and jimin." a blonde, chubby cheeked man shot up to his feet, awkwardly waving at you.

"jimin. i'm jimin, nice to meet you." unlike the past two, he wasn't bashful at all. his smile was precious, his eyes turning to little crescents when you shook his hand.

"hello jimin, nice to meet you too," your response made his smile even wider and you could feel the happiness radiating from him. he sure was giddy and friendly, from what you could tell.

"now where is jin-hyung? don't tell me none of you helped him this morning...." silence ensued as you turned to Namjoon with a raised brow. "are you guys serious? and here i thought you were responsible."

"really at this point, you should know that they most definitely aren't."

a honey voice broke out, making you turn around to where the voice came from. there was a young, undeniably handsome man who was grinning at you. "Kim Seokjin, the last and oldest of the 7. pleasure to finally meet you."

with the slight push of a stick attached to his wheeled chair, he was moved over to you and you smiled at his polite and professional tone. "nice to meet you, seokjin."

"ah, jin is fine. no one here calls me seokjin, too formal for my liking," the man said with a hearty laugh. one that comically resembled a windshield wiper, and you couldn't help to laugh yourself.

there was a silence that was among you all until jin opened his mouth to speak, "it's is around lunch time so why don't we eat. first meal with us as official friends, that way we get to know each other more." he shifted to look at you with a charming smile. "unless you prefer to do something else, don't want to pressure you or anything."

"no, a lunch seems fine now. i, unfortunately, had to skip breakfast this morning," you said petting your stomach for effect. some laughed while others stared at you in worry. why would you be skipping meals? thankfully, you hadn't noticed as jin whisked you away into the familiar dining room.

"we will fetch the food, the younger ones can certainly keep you company," Namjoon said, guiding you to your seat.

you took your seat, fixing your outfit with a smile on your face. they were so friendly and nice, it was a relief that they weren't old, bossy, rich men. if they were you wouldn't have been smiling as widely as you were right now.

you took note of how there were 2 brightly smiling males in front of you, as the one who similarized with a bunny was biting his lip and looking to his left.

"so, do you guys attend college or go to school? you three seem to be closest in age and the youngest," you asked to break the ice, all the while presenting a friendly smile. jungkook's head shot up, he still wasn't used to hearing your voice address him. it was like a dream. meanwhile, taehyung and jimin were eager to answer the question.

"i take arts as a major, i juggle between acting and dancing. i like to think i'm good at both." jimin jokingly patted himself on his back, laughing at his own actions making you chuckle softly.

"well, i also take arts, photography to be specfic. i also travel sometimes, for the photos of course. i could show you them sometime? i must say they are quite beautiful" taehyung said with a kind smile, although his eyes lingered with yours at the word 'beautiful.' it made you blush at the thought of him possibly referring to you.

"i mean, if you're interested, i could also show you some clips of my dances and recitals. actually! there was one recently where i got 1st place in the competition." jimin retorted, this time his voice was more boisterous. taehyung and jungkook both saved a hard stare for him. he was obviously showing off, just for you and they weren't gonna let that slide.

fortunately, you hadn't noticed the sudden tension in the room. instead, you were distracted by the sudden opening of the kitchen door. namjoon walked in with refreshments, hoseok with the utensils and napkins, and yoongi and jin both walked in - well jin rolled on in with his chair - with a giant platter of different cooked meats and vegetables.

"that smells delicious! let me!" you said, going in automatic assist mode.

while you helped hoseok hand out the utensils, the youngest 3 were glaring at each other. staring so hard it was like they were holding a conversation in their heads with each other.

"shut up," they mouthed in unison before jin's clearing of his throat was brought to your attention. by this time, everyone was sat down with a plate, water, and needed utensils for future eating.

"y/n, tell us about yourself dear." jin invited with a friendly and welcoming grin. you smiled back, glancing at each male in the room, saving each a thankful grin.

'even if we know everything, keep talking to us. focus on us. your attention all on us.'

[tyson-berry-blog]

Zach Werenski #3 - Height Differences

Anon asked: Hi! Not sure if requests are open but if they are could you write a zach werenski imagine pls? Sorry if I requested this already but could you write where he makes fun of your height and like compares your hand sizes? Just really cute and fluffy!! Thank you :)

Yes anon here you go! I must confess though that I am a certified tall person (I am 6′0″) but I have a friend a foot shorter who confirmed that high counters and high shelves are a struggle. I hope you enjoy this super cute, cookie induced sweetness overload!

It was not your fault you were barely 5’3” you had to remind your boyfriend for what seemed like the thousandth time. You had been visiting his apartment and decided you wanted to put his barely used oven to good use. Simple chocolate chip cookies seemed like a safe bet but unfortunately for you the chocolate chips were on the top shelf and your boyfriend was currently out picking up dinner. Even if he had been here it would have only resulted in teasing. The rest of the dough had been mixed and you wanted to get them into the oven so they’d be done by dinner but you were currently at a metaphorical road block. Zach who was 6’2” had no need for a step stool so you opted to climb the narrow counters. Your clumsy nature mixed with the socks you were wearing on the granite could only end in a disaster.  

Just as your fingers brushed the chocolate bag the front door opened and Zach called out for you. The sudden noise startled you and you accidentally kicked the dough bowl onto the ground. Zach came into the kitchen to inspect the noise and instead found you clutching the cabinet door tightly in an attempt to regain your balance. He dropped the takeout bags onto the floor and clutched his stomach as he doubled over in laughter.

“Zach,” you heard yourself nearly whine, ���don’t be rude.”

The laughter brought tears to his eyes which he wiped away with shaking hands. Next thing you knew he was taking a photo of you clutching on the cabinet for dear life and the spilled dessert.

“Babe what should I caption this for Instagram?”

“Zach help me down you jerk.”

He thought for a moment, “no, not catchy enough.”

He typed something out quickly and pocketed his phone before coming over to you.

He looked up at you, “well this is new.”

“What?” you asked impatiently.

“I’m looking up at you for once. How’s the view up there?”

You crossed your arms and gave him a disapproving look.

“Is that what it’s always like for you? Is this how you see me?” he continued.

“That’s it, I’m getting down myself.”

As you tried to lower yourself into a seated position your left foot slipped out from under you and you accidentally kicked Zach in the stomach.

He groaned in pain and you couldn’t help but remark, “karma’s a bitch huh?”

“I’ll give you that one,” he wheezed out.

Once you were safely on the ground you went to clean up the ruined dough. When the floor had been cleaned you turned to start mixing up another batch. You felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and your lug of a boyfriend draped himself over you.

He pressed his face into your hair, “I’m sorry I laughed at you.”

You said nothing but you weren’t mad. A lot of your relationship consisted of well-meaning teasing and this really was no different. When Zach was like this though he was much more willing to do whatever you wanted so you would use this eventually to your advantage.

“Go pick up your mess,” you gestured to the takeout bags he had dropped on the ground while laughing at you.

He went easily and set about distributing the food onto two plates and set them on his small dining room table that you made him purchase. Before you Zach spent most meals on the floor using the coffee table as a normal one. He didn’t see the reason in buying another separate table when he had a perfectly good one already. You realized after you finished mixing the second batch that the chocolate chips were still on the high shelf. With a sigh you moved to hoist yourself back onto the counter but Zach beat you to it, easily grabbing the bag.

“Maybe you are good for something,” you muttered.

He raised an eyebrow challengingly, “what was that?”

You took the bag and batted his hand away from the dough, “nothing, nothing. Let me put these in the oven then we can eat.”

The smell of baking cookies soon filled the apartment and made it feel much more homey. While you ate, Zach grabbed your hand not holding a fork and began absentmindedly playing with your fingers.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh?” he looked up at you and then down at your hands. He didn’t seem to know what he had been doing and quickly retracted his hand.

“No it’s fine,” you assured him and turned your palm face up to further explain your point.

He took the invitation and grabbed your hand in his. It was almost comical the size difference between your hands as yours were roughly half the size of his.

You stifled a laugh which caused him to smile and ask, “what’s so funny.”

“It’s nothing really, just your giant baseball mitt hands.”

“Yeah well if mine are baseball mitts yours are practically doll hands,” he retorted with no malice.

You tightened your grip, “it’s alright. I like your half giant breed hands. It means you can carry more groceries.”

“Oh I see how it is. You’re just using me for my body.”

You laughed, “oh no you’ve discovered my secret. I’m only in this relationship because you can carry heavy things. I might as well pack up my things and leave now.”

“You can’t carry them without my help is what I’m hearing. You won’t get far.”

You fake groaned, “well it looks like I’m stuck here.”

Your phone began ringing from the counter but you let it go to voicemail. You were in the middle of dinner and it would be rude to answer. When it rang again two more times you apologized to Zach and pushed away from the table. All three calls were from your best friend and in the middle of trying to call her back, she called a fourth time.

“What’s up?” you answered

“Have you checked Zach’s Instagram?” she responded. There was something in her tone that you couldn’t quite place.

“No and I’m kind of in the middle of dinner with him. I thought this was an emergency which how many times you called.”

“Trust me, you’ll want to check. You’re blowing up.”

She hung up and based on the expression Zach was making you assumed he had heard every word of the conversation. You switched to Instagram and clicked on the “tagged in a photo” notification.

At the top of Zach’s profile was a photo of you standing on the counter giving him an impatient look. He had angled the photo well enough that you could see the overturned bowl of dough on the floor. He had captioned it, “why is my girlfriend on the counter? She likes to be tall.” It was a reference to “That ‘70s Show” a series you two had binged once. The photo had blown up, gaining 12,000 likes and counting.

You turned to your boyfriend, “what did you do?”

He smiled innocently, “I just wanted to share a special moment between me and my girlfriend with the world so they know how lucky I am.”

“Whatever, you smooth talker.”

“You’re not mad right? It’s okay that I posted it?”

“No of course I’m not mad but if Buzzfeed contacts you for an article you have to explain that it was your fault I was up there?”

“My fault? How is it my fault?”

“You don’t own a stepstool,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He stood and walked over to you, “because I don’t need a step stool.”

You put your hands on your hips, “well I do.”

“No,” he pulled you into a hug that lifted you off the ground, “you have me.”

“Or you could move everything within my reach,” you offered.

“But where is the fun in that?”

[be21zh]

Aug 3, 2017

dreamt in army or in army training camp. in break my schoolmates asked me to write them a song for talent show but I really in brewing. a quick shooter schoolmate already wrote a song which exaggerate those propagated emotions. when schoolmates trusted my comments, I went straight and dislike promoting normal feelings to sanity. but without show to entertainment those who admire you, can be really embarrassing. this week drizzled a lot. my quilt turns wet indoor. I continued to make well usage of my new raspberry pi. but buggy rtandroid made a hell experience with lagging and frequent exit and halts. I spent half day to realize its cheap toy and shouldn't put more load onto it. isn't its independent running os satisfying? isn't it hardware essentially for handy computing a real alternative? I found the fact in huge relief and started to enjoy our dear kodi in the night. then I can't help innovative re-config via command lines rather than GUI to spare nvram on my router for better performance. when all done and went to bed, I doubt how much it worthies while a dearer product will have much ample nvram not to considerate again and again. is my job cheap or funny? or I just educated? this morning when I launched to spare nvram on my router via escaping GUI saving settings, I even mistaken network down. I had to visit dorm lan administrator for help. the woman in charge of surveillance cold shoulders to me and I finally found my fault in setting. near 11 pm my target archived and I called it a day with bliss. while I busy with my todo, some of my environment turned hostile to me. the dorm canteen woman tentatively shown her despise. women in dusk jog also reserved for my appreciation. I'm getting old and they shame of my humble and empty promise. many secret plots against me among hooligans around. God dad, I didn't see my farewell show and nobody deserves to probe. dad God, I was contented with my life here with hopes and distresses. bring me sooner my Royal China with my prosperous offspring. bring Asoh Yukiko, my Crown Queen from Japan, for our better life and enjoyable harmony in daily arrangement. without Japan, without China in future world of economic and sustainable while gracious.

Jul 29, 2017

dreamt invited my son, woz and his mom to go cinema. his mom in anger and after movie abrupt brought my son with her horse left. I had to endure aftermath the reckless woman's rage, find my horse and in dusk search for boarding. in my aunt, passed years ago without notified me, in her husband village I find a mid-aged villager in his yard offering help. he accompanied us find my aunt's house, which is usual half empty and sedative. we talked about my family, esp my passed eldest sister who committed suicide in her prime and helped me a lot, her 2 children, her son and her daughter and my obligation and concerns. then I decided to visit possible home my son and his mom might might settled. on way my niece passed by us and offered some sweet famous local feature snack to us. I likely with my son with whom I felt so warm in heart. I recall and chat my son how I liked the feature food and each time never enough in my childhood. its warm pastime of the dream. its a late sleep till near noon for my relax after the week. I'm now penniless while hours late I will visit my son and bring him dining out. last Wednesday I again worked overnight, to settle 2 raspberry pi 3 before my additional case ordered on taobao arrives, and backup os images before put into usage. the week spent in understanding raspberry pi os availability before making our choice to adopt ubuntu, libreelec, and android. in the process I learned more and sharpened my linux skill, esp after 2 failures accidentally deleted home folder with hidden mounted external disks and ruined plugged usb devices most. I had to rebuild ubuntu and multi-bootable disks in the devastation. rebuilding rewards: new os ran smoothly installing gapps on my raspberry pi android, against disk space shortage previously frequent me and failed my many saving efforts. after almost thoroughly perceived the situation of the raspberry pi world and community, I closed my solution and brought it to see my son on Friday afternoon, after felt boring and sleepy in enjoying online stream our lovable kodi brings. woz arranged practicing e-piano at home and glad seeing his dad. in the vengeful small woman, son's mom's bully and scorn I arranged my son familiar with his new toy, including new os on it, and my own setup lunar calendar on his 2 android phones for informative lunar weather for the soon lapsing summer 2017. my son immersed in new experience of kodi os, linux terminal mode. in the exciting meeting, my sleepiness evapored and energy fills me with meaningful fullness. I settled like a bean. as to my raspberry pi's android, I likely left some remnant bugs to fix, but I will cop it with conquering reign and leisure. God dad, this morning dream really strange and surreal. bring me sooner my new family when I enliven with it. bring my crown Queen from Japan, Asoh Yukiko, for our vested territory on eastern Asia, for our people and homeland. dad God, grant us affordable cinema experience this month and next around woz's new school term, which his start year in Junior middle school. grant us to visit Walmart local market with adequate purse capacity. we enjoyed the sale giant trustworthy so much!

Jul 21, 2017

dreamt in my hometown in a camp. first our village under huge refurnish for tourism. my dearest passed dad, mom, both appeared in dream. there was a town hall just under my dad's old house and in a row of houses there was performance and performers from nearby villagers. there were herd of visitors. then found I was in a travel delegation, in which quite some photographers members, inc girls. we managed to lift ourselves via a lever to higher level. in our team there was a girl film fan closely collaborated with me and we almost led to friend. my sinful elder cousin of my uncle's family, who worked for government long time, again in his separation and kept aside from our villager's ongoing emerging new business. its a sleepy morning. I felt sad why I recently so sleepy in the morning, which so irresistible, arbitrarily and concludes without delay. that reminds me my 2nd elder brother's habit in which he can sleep anytime and any occasions in minutes when spared. I long time wondering why he behaves so, and now the same symptom likely happens on me. and I more and more saw boring's power overwhelmingly stops a working mind. Just now a cop called in for my PSBC credit debt. he urged me to call him back but I wouldn't. God dad, they don't wait another 2 month when I will clear bankcomm's debt and starts to return ccb and psbc's. as to recent works, its quite fruitful. my ordering woz a raspberry pi 3 leads me to research other oses like ubuntu, libreelec, rt-android, etc. the linux based home media center, libreelec at once attracted me, as I was in process equipping my son a better living experience including TV and other entertainment. sooner after found it working to provide reliable source of online stream, I deployed it onto my desktop wintel, chromebox, and raspberry pi. with knowledge of online community and powerful google, I soon turned my chromebox into dual booting chromeos and libreelec, cheap but viable. my nephew, ie elder son of my youngest elder sister, loaned me ￥230 to buy raspberry pi for my son, but refused me another order 2 days later to update air drier powders against wet dorm near toilet I laid on taobao.com. so I turned appeal to my niece, ie first child of my eldest brother, his daughter, for loan to buy myself another raspberry pi. it succeeded with some trifle exchange of view over credibility of PRC's software mostly shamelessly preying its user base. and this month salary barely satisfying, near ￥3300. I mistakenly paid back ccb instead of bankcomm to whom there is a debt under ￥2500 and can be cleared at max 2 months within. last dusk jog I review my lingering naps and saw my wondering dream of a new family, a real family of my own in which I authorized, catered to my relatives. God, dad, bring me sooner my Royal China to support my new family. bring my girls into new reality shapes new eastern Asia. grant me free of debt and joy of living.

Jul 12, 2017

summer 2017 turns much milder after many small rains. and my room window again gathers lots of bugs. yesterday I delivered our first raspberry pi 3 to my son, woz for his study. we managed install it. after 2 failures due to file system format misconfig, we boot it up with noobs 4 on tf card formatted by my chromebook. in the harsh process debug, we amateur damaged a 16GB tfcard and had to use his 32GB tfcard for his portable boombox instead. such a elation after saw raspberry pi interface! after let it downloading Rispbian I left it to my son and arranged he sit in front of TV and returned to my dorm. a thunderstorm just left and air outside freshly crisp. last week boosted by improved salary, we ordered several inspiring goods online, inc 2 seat cover made of cooler materials for summer, a backup vpn router, and raspberry pi 3. my own have an order for replacing used air drier powder made in Japan in my QRRS dorm, 3rd time replacement order with the same vendor on taobao.com. my credit debt near clearance to bankcomm.com after this month, and my total credit debt to other 2 banks mounts below ￥40000, a great relief for me. in this regard, I more and more thinking my long term ownership over zhone 21 domains I cherished so much and indispensable. I also saw decades hereafter my life and investment and intelligent property registered. God dad, put me anxious free upon stealthy CCP and robbing vicious human population competition pressure. promise me my vested Royal garden and shadow of trees and plants, song of birds and bees. this dawn dreamt a lot about prominent global topics, which now in evaporation. last night I in deep content after watched episode on amazon, for faith and pride. God dad, I'm in no one's enemy when I in holy bliss. target me in your future mission all world gathering bravery. if cheap souls can't discipline themselves, the chosen does. let America acts and makes adjustment at will, like Trump did for US, graciously and arbitrarily as whole family as vocation. dad God, people nation and shrine of Holy lending its way. grant me the breakthrough toward new land and territory that renew our old oath and blood bond in eastern Asia. God, bring me sooner my Royal China and Asoh Yukiko, my crown Queen from Japan. lives me another child and a family here.