#u made pebbles sound so angry i love it

[lyss-butterscotch]

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS IM NOT CRYING OR ANYTHING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Dub by @clovenwaffle thank you sobs dies i am deceased i have ascended 😭😭😭😭😭

[grrlsoft]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genius of love : eddie munson

summary : while grounded, your beloved boyfriend Eddie comes to visit you, but still can't resist from getting you into trouble.

pairing : Eddie Munson x gn!reader

author's note : obligatory soft eddie fanfic....im sorry i just love him and he deserves sweetness :( i feel like he would rlly enjoy spending soft nights with his sweetheart u know... *bites my hand off*

(also most of my fics r song inspired so this one draws inspo from genius of love by tom tom club !!)

warnings : sort of suggestive at points, but generally sfw. lots of kissing. eddie is a big softy. also typos perhaps.

this fic is spoiler free !!

the rain outside is loud, thundering against the tiled roof of your house as you lie in bed. you're snuggled up under your white bed sheets, eyes drooping with sleepiness as the warmth of your blankets beckons you into a soft and sweet dreamland. you pull them up all the way to your nose and you inhale the comforting scent of laundry detergent. 

your Tom Tom Club record spins quietly in the corner of your room, drowning out some of the rain. you listen to Tina Weymouth's lovely voice and slip into sleep, but a sudden clink against your window rips you away from your trip to a blissful slumber. 

you blink a few times and turn your head to gaze at your window, another soft clinking sound meeting its glass barrier. you groan, untangling yourself from your sheets as you step onto the carpeted floor of your bedroom. you stumble over to your window and open it, the cold night air blowing harshly against your face. you don't dare to stick your head out the window any farther, unless you'd like to get rained on. 

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, will you let down your hair?" a familiar voice calls to you. 

"my hair isn't long enough for that, you dork," you reply, making your annoyance clear. you receive a chuckle in return.

"Eddie, how many times have I told you not to throw rocks at my window?" you say as you look down onto your front yard, your boyfriend's lanky frame apparent in the darkness. 

he had made an unfortunate habit of doing this. instead of using the front door, like a normal person, he would pick apart your pebbled walkway and throw rocks at your window to get your attention. it reminded you of a fairytale, as if you were a princess locked away in a tower, Eddie being your knight in shining armor to come and rescue you (although slightly less romantic). you liked that he wanted to see you, sure, but his means of doing so we're…inconvenient. 

"they're not even that big, it won't break anything," Eddie calls up to you, his ever present grin plastered on his face. you roll your eyes. 

"you're so annoying," you huff. you don't want to show any excitement in regard to his visit.

"tell me about it when I'm not getting rained on. can I come in?" he asks you, and you reluctantly oblige. 

you watch with the slightest bit of nervousness as he skillfully climbs the tree on your lawn, jumping onto the small ledge just outside your windowsill. he carefully steps through your window and closes it behind him, finally turning around to face you with an all-too-pleased expression adorning his handsome features. 

"ta-da," he exclaims as he spreads his arms out wide, bowing. you shake your head and bite back a smile. 

"I'm getting better, huh?" he says, shaking the water off of himself like a dog after a bath, "I didn't even fall this time."

"whatever you wanna tell yourself, Munson," you sigh.

all he does is smile and you know that you can't really be angry with him. the sentiment behind his visit is too sweet. 

"let me go get you a towel," you break the momentary silence, walking out into the hallway, "you're dripping all over my carpet." 

"oh, my sincerest apologies," you hear Eddie say and something compels you to think that he's not really sorry. you wander back over to him and throw the towel into his arms. 

"what are you doing here, anyway?" you ask him as he rubs his face against the soft fabric. you know the answer but you want to ask him anyway.

"wanted to see you," he answers with no hesitation, not even bothering to look at you. your cheeks heat up slightly at how sure his words are. 

"Eddie, do you not understand how being grounded works?" you quirk a brow at him and he finally looks back up at you, "I'm not supposed to see anyone. especially you." 

"well, those are your mom's rules, right?" he puts his hands on his hips and you nod, "and guess what? you're mom's not here." 

"it doesn't magically disappear like that, Eddie," you say and he shrugs. he tosses the towel you handed him onto the floor and wanders over to you, grazing his hands along the sides of your arms. you shiver. 

"would you like me to leave?" he queries smugly.

"...no," you answer reluctantly and he smiles.

"thought so."

you do enjoy his company, that's something you're certain of. there isn't a day that goes by that you don't want to spend with him - spread out on his mattress in his trailer or watching MTV on your couch. he is comforting. he feels like somebody that you could spend the rest of your life with (you had been secretly meaning to tell him that, but it was far too embarrassing).

"you're still soaking wet," you murmur as you observe his rather damp state, "take your shirt off." 

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you and you already know what he's about to say. you brace for impact as his mouth drops wide open.

"oh, how very forward of you!" he exclaims and you flush, averting your gaze from his large, brown eyes. 

"Eddie, that's not what I-" you stammer awkwardly, your eyes flitting from him to the floor, "I just don't want you to get sick." 

"sure, sure that's what you meant," Eddie smirks impishly, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I think you're just asking me to strip." 

"I am not!" you almost yell, and Eddie laughs at how red your face has become. you want to push him away, but Eddie's gentle touch against your hip distracts you from doing such a thing. he grins at you and tugs his shirt off, leaving you to gaze at his bare chest, littered with tattoos. 

"like what you see?" he waggles his eyebrows at you and you scoff, looking away. you do, why wouldn't you, but he doesn't deserve to hear you say such a thing. not when he's acting like this. you like to leave him begging for more sometimes.

your attention is refocused when you're suddenly pushed against the side of your bed, Eddie's arms lacing around your frame. you open your mouth to say something but Eddie silences you with a kiss. his mouth is warm and his lips are rough, like usual. he presses his nose against your own and runs his hands up and down the sides of your body, tugging at the fabric of your night shirt. submitting to his wishes, you loop your arms around his damp neck and pull your lips away from his. you stare into his pretty brown eyes, feeling like you could get lost in them forever. 

"missed you," Eddie mumbles, his voice so quiet you can barely hear him. your eyes close as his thumb strokes the skin of your stomach. it grazes the band of your underwear and you stifle a gasp.

"you'll see me tomorrow. I'll be ungrounded then," you whisper, trying to ignore his attempts to take your clothes off. Eddie frowns a little and lays you back onto your mattress. 

"I know," he says, his gaze wandering over your figure, something he can't help but do, "but it's different when we're at school." 

"there's always after school, you know," you reply sympathetically. he doesn't seem satisfied with your answer.

he marvels at how pretty you look, your hair all spread out on your blankets and your large eyes, like little moons, that gaze up at him cautiously, expectantly. he takes in the beautiful whole of you and you can't help but feel as if you're being studied, like a little thing under a microscope. you clear your throat and turn your head away from his scrutinizing stare.

"you've got a nice side profile," he comments randomly, his words enough to draw your focus back to him.

"you think so?" you blink. he nods.

"yeah. sweet face, too," he replies with a flirtatious wink.

your cheeks burn crimson as you smile at him and he leans down to kiss you again, harsher this time. his hands graze your neck and tangle in your hair. 

"you're not so bad yourself," you say in-between the slow movement of his lips. Eddie chuckles at your teasing response, his teeth bumping against yours for a brief moment. he climbs on top of you, caging you between his arms and pressing you into your white duvet, but his lips don't leave you until he finally needs to breathe. he pulls away, leaving the two of you desperate for oxygen. you stare up at him, at his bare chest and many tattoos and perfect hair, heaving. his eyes are half-lidded and filled with a look you know all too well. 

"you're so damn pretty," he says, a frequent compliment of his, and his eyes don't leave you. you smile gently and spread out your arms, beckoning him into your embrace. he obliges your wordless request and leans into you. he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, sighing deeply. 

you listen to the rain and your Tom Tom Club record keeps spinning. you close your eyes as you feel Eddie's heartbeat against your chest, the moment so blissful and sweet that it's better than any dream you could've had while asleep.

"you feel nice," Eddie murmurs against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, "warm." 

you hum in response and comb your fingers through his frizzy, brown locks. he moves his face to gaze at yours, a dreamy and loving look in his eyes. he ghosts the tips of his fingers across your cheek, bringing you into a kiss once more. he mumbles soft I love you's under his breath and you make a small noise of satisfaction when he bites your bottom lip. his hands go up your shirt once again but the sound of the front door opening downstairs ruins the sensuality of the moment. 

"shit," you hiss suddenly, and Eddie pulls away with a confused look on his face. you turn your head away from him, listening to your mother's keys jingle faintly. 

"shit, my mom's home," you say frantically, attempting to sit up with Eddie still on top of you. 

"the hell is she doing getting home now?" Eddie questions, seeming to not realize the seriousness of your situation. 

"she works late nights and-" you splutter, "Eddie you have to go!" 

"what? why?" he questions, nose to nose with you. you feel overcome with the sudden urge to smack him, forgetting the sweetness of his demeanor before. 

"because my mom will kill me if she sees you here! you were the one who got me grounded in the first place!" you explain, panic apparent in your eyes.

"I could just hide in your closet-" he tries.

"Eddie, if you don't leave, I swear to God I'll be the one that kills you," you threaten. 

Eddie draws a long sigh, pulling his shirt back on and stepping backwards towards the window. he opens it and shimmies his way through, his eyes still locked on yours. you meet him between its white frame, disappointed that your visit had ended so soon. if anything, you wanted him to spend the night. 

"I love you," you say suddenly, gently. Eddie's eyes soften as he looks at you, becoming soaked with rain once again. 

"shit, sweetheart, I'm crazy about you too," he grins his familiar Eddie grin, the one you're so obsessed with, "and I would stay here and whisper sweet nothings to you forever, but I am getting drenched and I don't want you or your mom to kill me." 

all you can do is laugh but you're quickly silenced when your mother barges into your room. you flip around to face her, your heart in your throat. 

"(y/n)?" she says. you blink owlishly at her.

"hi mom," you squeak out, fumbling with your shorts. she looks at you for a long while, gaze flitting from your figure to your window.

"what are you doing with your window open?" she asks you. you open your mouth to say something, then turn around, half expecting Eddie to still be there. 

but he isn't. he had gone as soon as he had come to you.

you let out a long sigh of relief and turn to your mother with a shrug. 

"I, uhm, forgot to close it, actually." 

"well, make a habit of doing so. you're gonna bleed the house of all its warm air, otherwise," she says, then exits your room with a quick goodnight. 

you stand in front of your window for a long while and then finally get back into your bed, sighing from the night's ordeal. you already miss the feeling of Eddie, his lips against yours and his hands stroking your skin. your Tom Tom Club record continues its spin, and you close your tired eyes as Tina Weymouth says that he's the genius of love.

you sink into your covers, fully agreeing with her.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

That agatha harkness fic made me gayer ebekebkejekeks could u write a smut of her if that's cool with you? A agatha x female! Maybe reader finds out who agnes really is and what her plan with Wanda is (bonus is reader is also a witch and just wants to do good lmao and not get on Wandas bad side) and gets really angry with agatha for going to far with wandas twins and the two fight in the basement until agatha shuts her up with a kiss turning into a heated make out and they basically fuck it out?👀👀 because they do love one another just angry lmaoo (If your done with that)

Ahaha, everything about Agatha makes me super gay. I hope you like this one too. 

To say that living in Westview had been a wild ride would be an understatement. You’d arrived when the sheer amount of power had called to you, guiding you to the small town in New Jersey. You’d barely managed to get through the barrier with your mind intact. Finding a 1950s sitcom was not what you’d been expecting. Realising one of the Avengers was at the heart of the whole thing was even more unexpected.

Finding the legendary Agatha Harkness staking out her territory was the most mind blowing part in the entire situation,

You hadn’t meant to stay so long, not when you’d realised what you’d stumbled in on. You had no interest in coming between two powerful witches that far outclassed you. But still, something kept you from leaving.

You tried to tell yourself it had nothing to do with the dark witch with the ice blue eyes. There was only so long that lie could last.

You’d grown up hearing the stories about the power she held, the things she’d done, the way she should be feared. You hadn’t expected the magnetism you felt towards her, nor the way she took you under her wing. You might not have agreed with her plan but you couldn’t help wanting to be by her side. Not that you were going to tell her that.

In all the warnings you’d been given, not a single one had been about not falling in love with Agatha Harkness.

You thought you’d be able to put aside what she was doing with Wanda. If you ignored it then it didn’t have to exist. Until it did.

You caught the moment Agatha presented Sparky to Wanda’s boys. Watching their faces crumple had you clutching at the window sill until your knuckles turned white. You turned away from the window, not wanting to watch anymore. You stayed in the kitchen, staring at the boiling kettle until you heard the front door open and close. Her footsteps retreated down the basement steps. You gritted your teeth, knowing you couldn’t stand by anymore and watch her torture children, even if they weren’t real. You gave her a couple more seconds before you slipped downstairs.

She was standing, reading from one of her books, her hand almost absentmindedly moving through the air. Purple smoke curled around her fingers like a lover caressing her skin. You hovered on the fringes, watching her. You worried your lower lip between your teeth, your hands wringing together.

“Are you going to keep standing there, hon, or are you going to come in?”

You jumped when she spoke. You shouldn’t have been surprised. She always seemed to know exactly where you were. You took a step into the circle. She turned to you, a smile already on her face. It made your heart skip a beat.

“Something on your mind, darling?” she asked.

“I don’t like what you did with Sparky,” you said, “you went too far this time.”

“It’s all part of the plan. There’s nothing to be concerned about,” she said, brushing you off.

“I thought the plan was to find the source of Wanda’s power, not mess with her kids,” you said, “I didn’t sign up for hurting children.”

“Those kids are a part of her,” she said, “they don’t actually exist. No real kids were harmed in the making of this episode.”

“It doesn’t feel that way,” you said.

Her book closed with a snap and she turned on her heels. You were surprised to see her jaw clenched and her eyes harden as they took you in. You lifted your chin, not willing to back down on this. You had no interest in hurting any innocent bystanders.

“I’m not sure I liked the person I saw tonight.”

She took a step towards you. For the first time you saw the threatening aura you’d been warned about time and time again. Your fists clenched, your nails digging into the palm of your hands.

“No one has asked you to like me,” she said, “you signed up for this when you agreed to help me.”

“Well, maybe I made a mistake then,” you said.

She froze. You took a step towards her, hating the way her whole demeanour had turned cold.

“I’m not saying don’t do what you have to with Wanda. Just leave the kids out of it,” you said.

“You are not in charge here,” she snapped.

“I know I’m not,” you replied, “but if you want my help the least you could do is this one thing.”

She growled low in her throat, stepping into your personal space. You could see the power gathering in her hands. You flinched back, knowing how vulnerable you were. There was nothing you could do when encircled by her runes. She took another step, forcing you to take another back.

She advanced on you until your back hit the rough stone wall. A squeak left your lips. You looked up into her eyes, frozen by the ice you saw in them. She bared her teeth at you.

“Maybe you should leave then,” she snarled. For a moment her harsh gaze flickered, just enough to see some other unnamed emotion behind her mask. You wished you could figure out what it was. And just like that it was gone again, nothing but ice remaining.

“If that’s what you want, then fine. I’ll go,” you said.

“Why are you still here then?” she asked.

“Because you have to say it. You have to say ‘I want you to leave me and never come back’. Otherwise I won’t know it’s what you really want,” you replied.

Her mouth opened then hung there, waiting. The seconds ticked by. You waited for the words to come out of her mouth.

“Well?” You hated how harsh you sounded.

Instead of responding she surged forward, her hands slamming into the wall either side of your head. You jumped, your eyes dragging up to find hers. She snarled at you and it shouldn’t have sent a shot of desire through your body but it did.

“There’s no point staying if you don’t want to be here,” she said.

“I never said I didn’t want to be here,” you snapped, “you’re the one saying that.”

Her brow wrinkled. You pressed your hands against the rough brick wall, steadying them.

“I don’t want to leave,” you said.

You weren’t expecting her to lean forward and capture your lips with hers. You gasped into her mouth. She drew back, staring at you with wide eyes. You blinked at her, waiting for her to say something. When she didn’t you surged forward, wrapping your arms around her neck, pressing your body to hers and kissing her with as much emotion as you could.

She grabbed your hips in a vice like grip, pushing you back against the wall. You made a needy little noise in the back of your throat as you wound your fingers in her hair, kissing her like she was the air you breathed. Her tongue swiped along your bottom lip until you gave her entrance.

Her hands slid up your body, leaving fire in the wake of her trailing fingers. You shivered, trying to press closer to her. The warmth of her magic surrounded you, pinning you back against the wall, an immovable force keeping you there while her hands wandered higher and higher. You whined into her mouth. She nipped at your lower lip, almost playful. Your fingers tightened in her hair and it was as if you’d unleashed something in her.

She cupped your breasts, squeezing at the supple flesh. She tugged on your lip with her teeth before moving down the column of your neck. Your head fell back, your eyes slipping closed as her fingers found your cloth covered nipples. She was harsh as she twisted, the pain and pleasure mingling into a haze in your head. It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

She gave a sharp suck to your pulse point, her tongue soothing over it. She pushed her hands up your shirt, trailing over bare skin. You lifted your arms, letting her tear it off you, quickly followed by your bra.

She pinched at your nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger. You were a gasping mess, barely able to catch your breath. Her teeth sunk into your shoulder. You grabbed at the hem of her shirt, tugging on it, wanting to see her bare before you. It might kill you with how beautiful she was but it was a risk you were willing to take.

She let you pull the shirt from her body, dropping it to the floor beside you. Your fingers tripped along her ribs, sliding around to catch the bumps of her spine. One of her hands grasped your thigh, the other following suit. She hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around your waist. You tugged on the end of her hair. She growled into your skin, her teeth skimming over the sensitive expanse. You tugged again until she looked up at you.

You kissed her, your teeth clashing together as your tongues fought for dominance. You hummed into her mouth, tightening your legs around her until it felt like you might crush her. She dug her fingers into the flesh of your ass, leaving bruises to be found later.

You couldn’t stop yourself from nipping at her lower lip.

She pressed her lips under your jaw, trailing down. You pulled on her hair until she was looking at you, blue eyes bright. You kissed her deeply, your nails scratching down her back. She let out a frustrated growl as she palmed at your ass, her fingers catching on your belt loops.

“Take them off,” you demanded.

“What was that?” she asked.

“Take the damned things off,” you huffed.

She let you down, her hands grasping the waistband of your trousers. One of your hands slid down from her shoulders until you gently cupped one of her breasts. You ran your thumb over her nipple, feeling it pebble under your touch. Her chest arched into your hand, her breath growing rapid. You lent forward, capturing the other in your mouth.

“Fuck,” she mumbled.

You glanced up, watching her head tip back. One of her hands buried in your hair while the other ran along the skin of your lower stomach. You grasped her hips, spinning the two of you around, slamming her body against the wall. She let out a surprised breath.

You kneeled, pulling her trousers down with you. She stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. You didn’t hesitate to pull her leg over your shoulder. Your teeth sunk into the vulnerable skin of her inner thigh, marking her as yours. Her fingers tightened in your hair painfully.

“Stop fucking teasing,” she hissed.

Looking up you found her watching you, pupils blown wide, lips kiss swollen, and hair wild. She’d never looked so beautiful.

The first touch was tentative. Hearing a soft groan, you dove in. You lapped at her entrance, enjoying the way her fingers twisted in your hair, pulling you closer. The taste of her on your tongue was the only thing that mattered to you.

You wrapped your lips around her bundle of nerves, giving an experimental suck. She made a high pitched noise, trembling against you. You moaned and she pulled you closer, profanities falling from her lips. You gave a harsh suck, wanting her to fall apart.

Instead she pushed you off her, hard enough for you to fall on your ass. She fell to her knees, straddling your lap. She grabbed the waistband of your pants, tearing them off your body. She pressed one hand to the centre of your chest pushing you down. You stared up at her as she straddled your waist, leaning forward to kiss you again.

You grasped her hips, gasping into her mouth as her fingertips ran over your nipples, barely there. You arched towards her but her fingers were already moving on, caressing down your body. Her mouth began to travel downwards, nipping at you here and there.

Her fingers ran through your folds. You arched up, hold tightening on her hips. Her tongue flicked over your nipple. You slipped your hands around until you found her warmth, mirroring her actions. Her hips rutted against you.

She began to slowly circle your clit, your own hand following suit. Her lips attached to your neck again. Your legs fell open and she straddled one of your thighs. You let your finger graze over her bundle of nerves. She nipped at your pulse point as her hips ground down. Her own finger pressed down on your clit until you were crying out.

You pushed two fingers into her, watching as her head fell back. You pumped your fingers into her, setting a hard and fast pace. You loved the way your name fell from her lips like a prayer.

In retaliation she pushed her own fingers into you, curling within you. Your pace stuttered. She grinned down at you as your hips thrust up to her, looking for her touch. You ground your palm against her clit, watching the smile slip from her face with a gasp.

You could feel the coil within you tightening as she worked your body like a pro. You were holding on, refusing to let go until she did first. She must have been having the same kind of thoughts because although she was grinding down on your hand with abandon she wasn’t falling over the edge.

And then she added a third finger. There was nothing you could do. She filled you so perfectly and you couldn’t hold it back. You came, your hips bucking against her. You’d never felt something as intense as that, pleasure coursing through your veins.

She stared down at you, her own hips moving in a fast rhythm atop you. You didn’t have a chance to come back to yourself before she joined you with a scream. All you could do was watch as her face contorted with pleasure and her breathing stopped. You were so enchanted by her.

As her breathing steadied she lent forward, pressing her forehead against yours. Your eyes closed while your arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her body flush against yours. She chuckled.

“I wasn’t expecting that from you, doll,” she murmured.

“You can’t say you haven’t noticed how I feel about you,” you said, “I didn’t think I was being very subtle.”

“I meant the arguement,” she said, “the sex was an added bonus.”

You laughed, gently pushing her up. She sat up, still straddling your leg. You followed suit, keeping your arms loosely wrapped around her waist.

“I suppose this is as a good time as any to tell you I’m in love with you,” you said.

She cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. It was soft and sweet and took your breath away. You melted against her.

“I love you too,” she said.

“So you don’t want me to leave?” you asked, trying to keep the smirk from your face.

“Never,” she replied.

You kissed her again, making her a promise you were only too happy to keep.

Tags: @paulawand

[awhiskeyriver]

Hi honey!! How about K&P the morning after he Returns from Paris? ❤️ u

Hi love! Hope you enjoy :)

Unedited, all mistakes are mine. NSFW.

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    Katniss Everdeen was in my apartment. Sitting on the counter top in nothing but a few thin pieces of lace covering her otherwise naked body.

    “Bonjour amour,” she whispered, her voice echoing in my ear through the phone still pressed against my shoulder. 

    My bag fell to the floor, suddenly too heavy in my hand as I stood there, gaping at her in surprise.

    I knew that I was staring. How could I be expected not to? I swallowed hard as I drank her in, the way her silky thighs moved as she shifted weight to cross them and how her breasts moved with every inhalation.

    She was so damn beautiful.

    And suddenly I wasn’t exhausted at all.

    “So,” she asked, twirling her pearl necklace around with her forefinger and thumb. “Do you have any plans for tonight?”

    I shut the door with my foot, walking in closer to her as the phone hung up between us. 

    “I didn’t,” I replied throatily. She spread her legs, gifting me a view that made my cock throb before I came to stand between them. “But, I think the evening just got a lot more interesting.”

    “Oui, Monsieur," she giggled and her terrible french accent was simultaneously the most adorable and hottest thing I’d ever heard. 

    Six weeks without her was entirely too long.

    I leaned in to kiss her, an action she accepted readily. I felt her legs link around my waist, holding me in place against her. Her warm skin in my hands was a welcomed change to the heavy kitchen utensils I’d been juggling nonstop since my arrival in France. Softer even than the silk sheets the hotel bed was made up of. Sweeter than any pastry I’d tried.

    “Nobody’s home?” I asked against her skin, unable to fully break the kiss despite the paranoia that Gale was going to come around the corner any moment. 

    “Nope,” she breathed, nails scratching the back of my head. I shuttered, pulling her body impossibly closer to mine, so that she rested on the very end of the counter. “I’ve got you all to myself tonight.”

    “Good,” I groaned, picking her up. She squealed, linking her arms around my neck, never breaking the kiss as I brought her down the hallway. As much as the idea of taking her right there in the kitchen appealed to me--sprawled out across the counter like my wildest fantasy come to life. A secret for just the two of us every single time one of us passed it by…--I used maybe my last working brain cell to think it through logically and bring her to my room.

    Katniss bounced down onto the bed gracefully, slipping her arms out of the robe all the while never breaking eye contact with me.

    Those wide, grey eyes. They would be the death of me.

    “I missed you so much,” I whispered, standing over the top of her near the bed.

    “I’m happy you went to Paris, really,” she began, nibbling on her bottom lip a little as her words hung in the air. “But I’m so glad you’re home.”

    She reached forward, fingers playing with the elastic band of my sweats. Goosebumps pebbled my skin at the way her nails teased the sensitive skin and I inhaled sharply.

    “Peeta?”

    “Yeah?” I asked, slipping out of my shirt.  Heated eyes roved over me, stopping when they met mine, and she smiled wickedly.

    “I need you.”

    “Shit, Katniss. I need you too.”

    She worked on ridding me of my pants while I reached into my drawer, pulling out a condom. It slid on easily despite our haste, and when I pushed into her slowly, we groaned in unison.

    “Peeta...”

    My hand cupped her thinly covered breast.

    “This is so pretty,” I panted. Squeezed. My eyes slid close on their own accord. “You’re so pretty.”

    “Peeta,” she moaned, something about her voice almost begging. I looked up at her. Saw the flush on her cheeks and the darkness to her eyes. Her mouth was parted with desire and she pulled at my skin, any part of it she could reach, as if desperate.

    “What do you need?” I asked and her eyes rolled back as I buried myself particularly deep. 

    Ah, shit. This wasn’t going to last long.

    “You,” she beseeched. “Please, there’ll be time for slow later but just...just fuck me.” 

    Christ. My hips responded while my mind was still trying to catch up. Thrusting in and out of her at a quicker pace before the words could barely leave her lips. Our skin slapped together, an angry and overcoming sound as we worked closer to completion. I watched the way her body responded to the pace. How her perfectly small breasts bounced with each movement, and the way her panting breaths came out quicker.

    I bent forward, no longer able to keep myself upright, and Katniss’s nails dug into my back in abandon as she moaned sweetly into my ear.

    “Mon amour,” she whispered and my balls tightened with impending release. Her back arched up off the bed and I slid an arm underneath it, holding her closer. “My Peeta.”

    “I love you,” I said back and her head bowed forward into my shoulder as she shuddered with quiet release. My eyes shut as she squeezed around me, gripping my cock impossibly tighter inside of her, and I was powerless to hold back my own orgasm.

    We shook against one another in completion of our high before our bodies collapsed down on the bed beside one another, desperate to catch our breaths.

    “I love you, too,” she said after a few moments, brushing the hair out of my eyes. “I want to hear all about your trip but you probably need to sleep first.”

    I smiled lazily, nodding my head. Already I felt the embrace of sleep trying to take me.

    “Just one question first.”

    “Hmm?” I asked, cracking open an eye.

    “What’d you bring me?”

[pillow-anime-talk]

hey! about yours special, may I ask about number 16 with shinah from akatsuki no yona + female reader? love u!!

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; fluff; being drunk; sfw

includes: female reader ft. shin-ah {akatsuki no yona}

author’s note: dla ciebie wszystko, zuzia

16. A drunk, funny kiss in a weird place.

Drinking the alcohol that Hak brought (or stole?) that late night wasn’t the best decision for you and the rest of the friends with whom you traveled for a very long time. To be honest, you had no moderation in drinking anything, especially in the company of other people, and when you had the opportunity to drink something stronger, you drank more than anyone else next to you.

Additionally, as it also turned out the same night, Shin-Ah tasted wine for the first time in his life and got drunk faster than expected; therefore his mind and muscles felt really relaxed and his tongue was very tangled. Honestly, for the first time in life the whole group saw him so smiling and so eager to talk and joke.

“... Shin-Ah, Y/N. Enough for both of you.” Kija – the most sober of all people – decided to calm your drunk and loud asses, and in the process he also ordered the two of you to take a walk to cool down. Obviously, you agreed to it willingly and grabbed the blue-haired man’s smooth hand to pull him towards the river where you could sit down and rest a bit. Naturally, all the way you talked about the need to drink again, and as well about visit places where you could experience new flavors of high percentage alcohol.

Only when you landed on the bank of a small, but really pretty river and lay down on the hard ground covered with a hundred pebbles, looking at the dark sky full of stars, there was a pleasant, even hot silence between you both; the only noise that interrupted it was the sound of your breathing, and at one point also the sound of the body changing its position. 

Your own, little body that decided to take the risk; your hand moved forward, then grasped the white, horned mask and lifted it from the pale face of the young man you had known for several weeks. A few short seconds later you looked at the sweet, alcohol-red cheeks, short hair, and then at eyes, which pleasantly mesmerized your entire figure and mind. Their beautiful yellow-gold color pulled you closer, until you finally felt a warm softness on your own lips that made you close your eyelids and even breathe a little louder than normal.

The position you lay in wasn’t the most comfortable, you had a brown squirrel as your audience and you could feel the cold water from river over your feet, but definitely a kiss that tasted like sweet wine and fresh fruit which Yona had picked... It was totally worth it all.

Even smacking a shoe against your and Shin-Ah’s head by the ‘angry’ Kija who came to see if you were still alive didn’t spoil your stupid, drunken humor.

[feliciamint]

Promise

Okkkk this took me too long and I still kind of despise it but here is the finale *FOR NOW* of the grey eyed boy series x

Thankyou too everybody who supported me with my first fic I love u all mwah mwah and hopefully this isn’t utter crap :)

“Where are we going?” you questioned, as you were led down several different hallways, with the portraits cheering, arguing and most of them, sleeping ?. 

“ You’ll see in a minute, don’t worry” Charlie said, as he brought you outside the castle, with the shaking of leaves and the cold whistle of the winds brought autumn nostalgia to your ears. 

You kicked away the hundreds of fallen leaves that swallowed you as you walked along the outside wonderland of Hogwarts.

You glanced around you, you knew this route, you had definitely taken it before, it was all so familiar; the sounds, the small pebbles around, even the smell of salt haunted your senses. 

Then you realised where you were going… 

“Charlie seriously why are we here?” you asked, with a pleading ring to your tone, 

He turned. He turned as if a mixture of anger and despair had consumed him and took control of his entire body… but he didn’t utter a word, and neither did you. 

What felt like days of walking to this undisclosed location, you used your remaining energy to push yourself up the small hill that guarded the miles of water you had enjoyed more times than you could count. 

Then you saw a sight you wished you would never have to see…

Him

On the ground

With his hand over his moutTrapping the cries he ever so wanted to get out 

The same ones you did 

You felt as if you would be sick right there and then, with all the warmth and joy in the world disappearing . 

  You just wanted to run over and hug him, kiss him, just do something so he didn’t have to feel the pain you had to..

You turned to Charlie, with an expression of utter guilt and confusion, and he simply responded with, 

“ Go to him”

“  Charlie I can’t not how things ended last night-”

“ But it’s not last night, today is today, as I said before, go to him, please, for me…”

You saw that pleading look in his eyes, and you followed along…

Sitting down next to him, the feelings that overwhelmed you were ineffable, almost hypnotic in how they made you feel. 

Such a strange mixture of relief and stiffness, love and pain, feeling so close to someone but still feeling 5,000 miles away. 

How could you explain it ?

You just couldn’t

You hadn’t thought he had noticed your sudden arrival, but in fact you were deadly wrong…

His grey orbs of light had been shining towards you for what seemed like an eternity, but you hadn’t even glanced at the sight before you. 

Until you felt a warmth that you hadn’t felt in so long…

“Hi’

‘Hi”

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*Charlie’s POV*

God my head hurt, why did it hurt so much? 

I mean I did take about 7 shots of fire whiskey from the Weasley Twins, that probably proves why I wasn’t a Ravenclaw…

God I love the Huffelpuff common room, it’s just amazing.  

The mixture of honey and lavender,

The crackling fire, beating its heart out hours on end ,

The hundreds of plants hanging around the place, all from different countries, gardeners and backgrounds, but still manage to live in harmony amongst  each other…

Why can’t the world be like that?

What’s that noise?

Certainly not the fire, unless someone has magically started making it sound like painful cries. 

Oh Cedric’s here? I’ll ask him if he can hear it, surely since he has the ears of a prefect and the sight of a seeker, he could help me. 

Oh. 

It’s him. 

“ Hey mate… you ok?”

“ Oh yeah fine, um how uh.. how was the party?

“ Yeah it was ok… probably one to many Weasley shots tonight!

“Hmm yeah probably”

Yeah he’s definitely not ok, any other day he would have given me a whole Professor Mcgonagall speech about how they can’t be trusted, especially with alcohol. 

“ Look Cedric, I’ve known you for a long time, I can tell when you're not being yourself, it's not that hard at this point” Hopefully I didn’t come across as a knobhead, I'm too hammered and tired to string an apology together…

“  Yeah um you know how I was dancing with Cho for a while, and um a girl I have liked for a really long time saw, and she got angry and left and now I don’t know what to do… so yeah that’s me”

I’ve never seen him this, broken, I mean he is Cedric Diggory for christ sake, Triwizard Champion, model student, Prefect, Huffepuff seeker and captain, probably the best looking guy at hogwarts for decades, and he’s crying over, some girl?

I mean whoever she is, must be amazing, to have Cedric Diggory fall in love with you, and then to have him crying over you…I mean who is she?

“ I mean whoever she is, she can definitely forgive you, and if you need to cry mate, just cry”

“ Wow Charlie, that means a lot, thanks” he says with a small grin. 

I could tell he wasn’t fully ok, but at least I got a smile out of him :)

It took him a while to get to bed, 

I don’t know how much he actually slept through…

I need to find this girl

Hmm he has some photos here, oh this must be her. He has so many photos of her there are too many to count Jesus christ. 

She shouldn’t be hard to find. 

Hopefully...

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* Back to Your perspective x *

“Ced, you’ve been crying”

“ Yeah it um, it hasn’t been the easiest hours of my life”

“ Look Ced I-”

And before you knew it, you were in the same position you had been in a couple weeks ago, with Cedric’s lips on yours, and your heat entangled with his. 

You both pulled away, gasping for breath, 

“ I’m sorry”, you said, with tears peeking out of your glistening eyes, but he wiped them away, and gave you the best speech you would ever hear...

“Hey, look at me, I will always be there for you, no matter the distance, the mountains, the rivers, the sea’s, the worlds I have to cross, I will always be there for you. You never forget that ok, no distance can take us apart, nothing can keep me from you… ever”

“You promise, “

“ I promise”. 

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[whirlybirbs]

i’m begging u .. can u write a rlly fluffy blurb about bee’s human getting injured and worried!bee is all over her

UNLAWFUL ARREST ;

summary: charlie, memo and you accidentally intercept a distress call.enter barricade & frenzy. it’s fight night at the junkyard. frenzy has rabies.pairing: bumblebee x human!readerrating: t for canon-typical-violence & some swearing!a/n: this was very fun to write bc i love ‘cade and i love ‘bee and i love one bad-ass reader with one (1) good wrench. set in the 2018 bumblebee movieverse!

Shit.

Charlie had woken you up out of a dead sleep, rattling your window frame with rocks much larger than pebbles to indicate the urgency -- sure enough, her and Memo were saddled up on her bike. 

Leaning out the window, you hush them both.

“What?” you whisper-yell, “Shh, stop yelling, you idiots --”

“The junkyard!” Charlie finally gets out, eyes wild, “Something’s going on. Something bad. We need to help them.”

Sector 7? The Decepticons? 

The blood drains from your face. You don’t even respond, just begin to tear your room apart in a desperate attempt to throw on a sweater and jeans and tuck the long-distance Sonic Ranger radio into your back pocket  -- your Adidas beat down the stairs as you burst through the door, meeting Charlie and Memo half-way down the cul-de-sac. You’re running, hair wild and sleep forgotten. 

“How’d you know?” you ask, lungs burning as the three of you beat the tarmac in the direction of Old Maccadam’s Junkyard. Charlie’s electric bike has a lot on you, peddling like a bat out of hell, “Is ‘Bee okay?”

“We got a call on the radio -- sounded like a distress signal -- a lot of yelling --”

You move, tugging the walkie talkie from your jeans and clicking on the signal. There’s a lot of static, and then you press the receiver.

“’Musketeers to base, I repeat, Musketeers to base.”

Nothing. Just endless static.

“What the hell?”

“I know,” Charlie says, “Sideswipe always has the frequency on. No one’s responding.”

Suddenly, headlights flood over the three of you. 

“Charlie --”

“Shit.”

You turn, still peddling, spotting the paint-job of s Dodge Diplomat behind you. 

“Is that Prowl?” you ask, confusion flooding your voice as your eyes bounce to Charlie next to you. She blinks, turning to look. 

Memo, upon hearing the name of the Autobot Second-in-Command, brightens visibly and begins waving his arms wildly. “Prowl! Hey! It’s -- it’s us! Your friends! You know --”

Suddenly, the police cruiser surges forward and it’s lights paint the night sky red and purple.

The Decepticon insignia on the hood sneers in your face. 

“Not Prowl!” Memo screeches, “So not Prowl! Bad guy! That’s a bad guy!”

“Shit!”

You both turn fast, dipping off the road and into the rocky path towards the run-down scrap-yard turned Autobot base in attempt to shake the sudden predator who’s tailing you too close for comfort.

The sand and rocks and cacti don’t do much to dissuade Barricade, though. He’s trudged through worse to track down Autobot filth. In this center console, Frenzy vibrates -- his senseless chatter seems to grow as nimble metallic servos tune his own radio to Judas Priest.

“BREAKING THE LAW, BREAKING LAW!”

Barricade doesn’t mind this Earth music too much.

The three of you hit the Junkyard’s wall fast, breaking in opposite directions along the fence. You break hard, kicking up sand and peddling as fast as you can along the western side of the scrapyard.

“‘Bee! Optimus!” you screech, “For fuck’s sake, Sunny! Anyone!”

The growl of the engine behind you startles a scream from your throat.

You cut the handlebars fast, turning into the back-end of the scrap yard and hauling your bike over the fence as fast as you can. Slipping through the gaps in the chain-link, where it’s curled and rusted, you take off on foot and are fast to duck into the shadows of the scrapyard’s rusted and gutted cars. 

At first, Barricade rolls by.

You look around wildly, wondering where the hell they all were. 

They were twenty-foot tall alien robots. They weren’t hard to misplace. 

Suddenly, the large flood lights fixed high above the Junkyard crank on -- and Barricade spies you duck fast beneath a bottomed-out Buick. From your spot, you see Charlie and Memo climbing the cat-walk, desperate to get a sight on the Autobots normally here. 

The yard is silent. 

For a second.

And then, Barricade transforms.

You reach for the radio, shaky hands tuning the dial. You whisper desperately.

“Musketeers to Car Show, we’ve got a problem here! So, I dunno, return to base!”

He seethes, peeling away the fence and taking his time to stroll through the Junkyard. “So this is what they call home now.”

Charlie and Memo freeze, gripping one another tightly. 

Barricade seems to ignore the reaction, seems to ignore them both completely. He isn’t interested in fleshlings -- he’s interested in Optimus. And that fragging scout of his. 

“Where are they?” Barricade asks casually, “Where are the Autobots?”

Red optics sweep around, no doubt trying to get a read on the absent energon signals. Even still, the three of you are silent. 

A ped crushes the car next to you like a tin-can and you squeak. 

“Frenzy,” Barricade rumbles, “Handle the humans. Pick their bones.”

“Pick our bones --?!”

“Shit!”

The compartment in his chest bursts open, revealing the three-foot tall death mini-con hankering from a snack. 

You scream then, launching yourself over the Buick and throwing the walkie talkie as hard as you can. It nails Frenzy straight between the optics, giving you enough time to book it to the main storage space -- but, Frenzy is hot on your heels with sharp denta snapping at your knees. You trip, landing hard on the concrete as Frenzy’s servos dig into your ankles. You scream, landing a hard kick that sends the mini-bots servos offline for a second. 

You bound up the catwalk, just in time to see Bumblebee make his entrance. 

Sometimes you forget he’s a soldier -- he’s strong and fast and lands lightning punches that nearly cripple the Decepticon in a seconds time. His battle-mask is up and ready, blue optics narrowed in an angry determination. 

With Barricade on the ground, those blue optics connect with your gaze. He seems to go soft for a moment, waving slowly. You laugh -- dirt covered face cracking into a grin. 

You’re enthralled, completely and totally, but the current Decepticon threat ruins the moment. Barricade pulls the scout down by his door-wings just as Frenzy chatters out a sharp cackle and continues his hungry pursuit of you.

“Get off of me, you gear shift!” you holler, hands winding into the spaces in his plating as you toss the bot to the catwalk stairs. The whole thing rattles and Charlie, up above, shouts your name.

“Catch!”

A 12″ wrench.

Or, in this case, a blunt-force weapon. 

You swing down hard and fast, catching the minibot as it rolls away and shrieks. 

Suddenly, the junkyard is flooded with more Autobots -- Prowl is first through the gates, landing a hard hit on Barricade as Bee staggers back from a blow to the processor. Optimus is next, full of grace and power as he draws his gun and nails Barricade’s shoulder amidst the scuffle. 

Frenzy, now corned by the three of you, has set it’s sights back on your ankles -- he clings, scaling the skin there and landing a harsh bite on your thigh. 

“Son of a bitch!” 

“FRENZY! RETREAT!”

You unceremoniously throw the minicon off you, hammering home with the 12″ wrench. It’s barbaric and the move even has Ironhide wincing as the small Decepticon dashes from the premise and follows the taillights of the Dodge Diplomat into the night. 

You huff, hands dropping to your knees.

“Jesus.”

Charlie, behind you, has a hand wound in Memo’s shirt. They both look shaken, albeit safe. Silence settles in the junkyard. Along the comms, Ooptimus is barking out orders. You can tell by the way his optics move.

‘Bee is by your side in a second’s time, rolling onto his knees and eyeing you with a wide and worried look. He coos, offering a gentle prod. Blood is running down your leg, ruining your jeans and splattering on your Adidas. 

“Bad dog -- zzrt -- he’ll bite ya! Woof!”

And then you laugh.

And then Charlie does. And Memo, too. 

And Prowl looks at you three like you’ve shorted out. 

“I’m gunna need,” you say between breaths, “A tetanus shot. He bit me. That fuckin’ thing bit me. It bit me.”

‘Bee whirs again, sounding sick with worry.

Ratchet steps in then, gesturing the rest of the crew to get to work at cleaning up the mess the scuffle made. He kneels, servos gentle as he narrows his optics and blinks at the wound.

“Let me clean his up,” he says slowly, “You three are lucky we came when we did.”

“We tried calling,” you mutter, “But no one was home.”

“We were trying to locate Barricade. He’d broadcast-ed a distress signal when he landed. Though, it seems our Musketeers found him before we did.”

Ratchet transforms, opening the back doors of his alt. mode. You crawl in, accepting the ride to the main hangar. ‘Bee follows close behind, the rush in his systems starting to quiet and cool. Right now, you’re the main focus of his worries -- he’ll rip Frenzy to shreds later. 

“Pants off.”

Ratchet says it so curtly, Charlie and Memo take it as their cue to leave -- so they make their way to Optimus leaving you and ‘Bee and Ratchet in the main hangar. You grumble softly at the command, rolling your eyes slightly and tugging at your belt buckle.

“Could at least take me to dinner first.”

‘Bee chirps angrily from his spot behind Ratchet. 

“Bumblebee,” he sighs, “I need to clean the wounds. I have no intent on seducing your mate.”

Your eyes widen. You blink. ‘Bee has worked himself into a flurry at that, waving wildly and buzzing more like a wasp than anything.

“What did you just call me?!”

“Will you sit?”

You do as your told, wiggling your pants off and hissing softly at the sting. There’s a lot of blood -- the gashes are deep, too. Just seeing them makes your face run cold. Settling on the edge of the bench, Ratchet deploys his holoavatar.

Older, with white hair and a kind face. His hands are gentle. ‘Bee watches the whole way. 

You try to distract yourself. 

“See ‘Bee? Nothing more than a scratch. I’m fine.”

“These are deep wounds,” Ratchet counters. You whack the shoulder of his holoform. It fizzles out at the rough contact. He yelps. “I am just being honest!”

“Yeah, well,” you chirp, “Stop being a good doctor and tell me I’ll be fine.”

“You will be fine,” he mutters, “If I can ensure you don’t get any Cybertronian-prone bacterial infections.”

‘Bee nearly wallops Ratchet himself.

“Great,” you breath, “Nice. Here I am, no pants on in the middle of the base, bleeding, and that little Decepti-freak might have given me robo-rabies.”

‘Bee drives you home that night. By the time you make it in, the sun is starting to creep up along the horizon. You crawl out of the cab, moving to tug the garage door up. You’d borrowed a pair of shorts from Charlie -- she’d had some in the basket of her bike -- and Ratchet had done a nice job at patching you up.

The bandages are tight.

‘Bee rolls into the garage. You sigh, patting his hood. He transforms slowly.

“Long night, huh, buddy?”

An affirmative coo.

“You were a bad-ass out there, though. You handed Barricade his aft.”

“Not -- zzRt -- as cool as you!” ‘Bee’s gaze is heavy though. He whines a bit, nudging his face into your hands and nearly purring at the contact, “Glad -- srt -- you’re safe with me.”

You hum, enjoying the attention. A delicate servo has secured itself to your back, nudging you close to his chest. You can feel his spark vibrate under the plating there. Two hands splay across the glossy paint there. Bumblebee coos -- it’s happy and content, not full of worry like it had been earlier. 

For a while, you two settle in like that. You crawl into his lap, curled up around a big servo. His optics dim, going from a vibrant blue to a soft, pale glow. 

But, after a moment, you break the silence.

“‘Bee?”

His antennae twitch.

“Why did Ratchet call me your ‘mate’?”

Shit.

[asianpopscenarios]

Bae Jinyoung || Childhood Crush

Genre: Fluff

Jinyoung stepped foot outside of his house, standing on the place mat as he swung his backpack over his shoulder, straightening out his shirt before closing the front door shut.

As he stood outside on his yard, he turned his head to see Y/N walking outside of her house. He widens his eyes and takes in a deep breath before he sees her beginning to walk down the sidewalk. Jinyoung carefully walks behind her, staring at her back as he follows her.

It’s an everyday thing, actually. Jinyoung walking behind Y/N every morning on his way to school. He’s been doing this for the past 12 years that they’ve been going to school together. He always walks behind Y/N on his way to school, admiring her from the back and smiling to himself as she has her earbuds in, listening to her music, paying no mind to the cars passing by or the neighbors standing outside of their houses.

It was quiet the rest of the walk, despite Y/N’s loud music bursting through her earbuds, but Jinyoung didn’t mind it one bit. Jinyoung stuffed his hands in his pockets and kicked a pebble on the ground. But as he did, the pebble hit Y/N on the back of her leg.

Jinyoung’s eyes widen as Y/N turns around, raising an eyebrow wondering where the pebble even came from. She stared at Jinyoung, who was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly and looking around, acting like he didn’t do anything suspicious.

Y/N giggled and turned around, continuing to walk down the sidewalk. Jinyoung slapped his forehead with his hand, mentally cursing at himself for kicking that stupid pebble on the ground, and continued walking behind Y/N down the sidewalk.

As Jinyoung finally approached the tall school building, he saw Y/N part ways and talk to her friends. Of course, the realization hit him. Y/N’s one of the popular girls at school, who is always hanging out with her friends and is surrounded by a crowd of students all the time. She’ll never notice Jinyoung, who is only a nobody at this school.

Jinyoung watched Y/N as she talked to some guys, and felt his face grow hot and a tinge of jealousy, but ignored it and walked off. He made his way to his locker, quickly opening the lock and shoving his things inside of his locker before slamming it shut aggressively. As he shut his locker, he saw Jihoon standing right behind it, jumping in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, you scared me Jihoon!” Jinyoung said. Jihoon had his hand placed over his chest. “More like your locker scared me, Jinyoung. You seem angry, though. What’s wrong?” As Jihoon asked him this, Jinyoung sighed, not wanting him to know about his own jealousy when he saw those guys talking to Y/N earlier.

“U-uh nothing, it’s something stupid, don’t worry about it.” Jihoon raises an eyebrow and stares at Jinyoung, seeing the obvious lie in his eyes. “Jinyoung, we’ve been best friends since birth. Do you really think I’m gonna let your lie go?”

Jinyoung sighs and gives in to his best friend. He knows Jihoon isn’t the type to let anything go after it’s mentioned, so he opens his mouth to speak. “Fine. It’s just, Y/N-” Before Jinyoung could finish his sentence, he widens his eyes as he sees Y/N walking down the hallway, by herself. Jinyoung gulps and hides himself behind Jihoon.

“Jinyoung, what are you doi- Oh!” Jihoon notices Y/N approaching them. He smirks as Y/N walks by them and stops her. “Hey Y/N, Jinyoung has something to tell you.” Y/N turns to see Jinyoung, who was still hiding behind Jihoon. Jinyoung widens his eyes and glares at Jihoon for not protecting his cover, before turning to Y/N, giving her an awkward smile.

“U-uh Y/N, um… I-” Jinyoung plays with the hem of his shirt nervously, the atmosphere a bit uncomfortable between the two of them. Y/N nodded her head, signaling for Jinyoung to go on with what he’s trying to say. “I- uh… Do you like Messi?”

Jihoon facepalmed himself and Y/N stared at Jinyoung, confused at his question. “E-excuse me?” Jinyoung’s eyes widen and he mentally slaps himself for asking something so stupid, especially in front of his longtime crush. “I-I mean… I-I like you, I mean!-” Y/N blushes as Jinyoung says that and plays with her fingers.

Jihoon pats Jinyoung on his shoulder, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “Good luck, kid.” Jihoon tells him before walking off. Jinyoung knew for sure he would fight Jihoon after school for leaving him alone with Y/N and also blowing his cover earlier. Jinyoung turns back to Y/N and notices how pink her face is, which he honestly found really adorable. Y/N clears her throat and speaks up first. “I-I didn’t know you liked me like that, Jinyoung…”

Jinyoung blushes red and nods his head slowly. “Y-yeah, I do. Wh-why? Is it wrong to?” Y/N shakes her head no. “No, no it isn’t! I’m just so surprised knowing that you feel the same way as I do.” Jinyoung’s heart starts beating fast hearing those words come out of Y/N’s mouth. ‘Is this true? The love of my life really, truly likes me back? And not just in a friend way but in an actual relationship kind of way?’

“Y/N, I’ve actually liked you since grade school. Ever since we were both little kids, I always felt this way for you. I know this sounds weird, but everyday I will walk behind you on the way to and from school. I’ve always been so shy and nervous around you, I’m never able to get a single word out of my mouth because I like you so much.” Jinyoung’s face turns a deeper shade of red as he stares at Y/N straight into her eyes. “Will you go out with me, Y/N?”

Y/N was a blushing mess and she nods her head furiously. “Yes, Jinyoung, I’ll go out with you!” She gives Jinyoung a big hug, feeling his heart beating fast against her chest. Jinyoung blushes and sighs in relief, finally being able to be in the love of his life’s arms. They quickly break up the hug, though, since they were still in school. They noticed all of the stares that every student passing by gave them. Y/N straightens her clothes out and clears her throat as she bows at all of the students passing by. She turns to look at Jinyoung and gives him a bright smile, the smile that Jinyoung had always hoped to be meant for only him.

“To be honest, I’ve actually liked you since we were younger, too. I just never admitted it to myself. I noticed you following me on the sidewalk, and I would always get excited to see you at school everyday. Honestly, I was always so used to you walking behind me, that every time you’re absent or not there, it feels empty. Like something important isn’t right there behind me.” Y/N blushes as she says all of this and Jinyoung notices the sincerity in his eyes, making his heart swell with so much love, he just wanted to bring her into another hug and kiss her, but only if they weren’t in the middle of the school’s hallway.

“Y/N, I like you. So much. And hearing you say all of these things makes me so happy that you feel the same way that I do.” Jinyoung smiles at Y/N, adoring the shy look on her face. Before they could say anything more, the warning bell rings, signaling that class is about to start. Y/N widens her eyes and notices all of the students in the hallway rushing off to their classes.

“I have to go now. Bye, Jinyoung! I’ll see you around!” She waves to Jinyoung before running to her class. Jinyoung watches her as she makes her way down the hallway, placing his hand on his heart and feeling its beats growing faster and faster every second.

Jinyoung felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees a text message from Jihoon.

 From Jihoon: ‘Did you confess?!’

Jinyoung chuckles at his lame friend and types in his response before pressing send.

From Jinyoung: ‘Yes! Turns out she likes me, too!’

It didn’t take too long for Jihoon to reply back. In all caps especially.

From Jihoon: ‘REALLY? DUDE I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! But did WinkDeep really flop?’

Jinyoung laughs and rolls his eyes at his reply.

From Jinyoung: ‘Thanks! And I guess so :(‘

From Jihoon: ‘Yikes, the i c o n i c WinkDeep duo is over now all thanks to your girlfriend. Lmao jkjk y’all are so cute tho and I ship so hard!!’

From Jinyoung: ‘WinkDeep is still great tho! And stoppp, I’m blushing.’

From Jihoon: ‘Blushing? I never knew you could blush’

From Jinyoung: ‘Dude you’re so mean’

From Jihoon: ‘I know. But really tho… “Do you like Messi?” was that all you got?’

From Jinyoung: ‘DON’T JUDGE ME!!!’

From Jihoon: ‘Lol I’m just teasing ya. But I’m still not over the fact that Y/N likes you back! I’m literally trying not to die in math class rn.’

From Jinyoung: ‘LMAOOO well focus in class you weirdo. I have to get to my history class now.’

From Jihoon: ‘Okay! I just can’t believe my 12 year long OTP is finally real now! I feel like a proud uncle.’

Jinyoung rolls his eyes at Jihoon’s reply before the late bell rings. Jinyoung’s eyes widen and he turns off his phone and shoves it into his pocket before straightening out of his outfit and smiles to himself, thinking of Y/N. ‘I can’t believe she actually likes me back. The love of my life actually feels the same way I do.’

Jinyoung walked down the hallway of the school, the smile never leaving his face as he kept thinking of Y/N, growing more and more excited to see her soon.

[allah-higherself]

2-9-2019 to January 2019)Dewayne Byfield-Bey-Love Islam Spiritual Experience while At American Extended Stay in Annapolis M.D.

Dewayne Byfield-Bey Giving Testimony of my Day or week so Far..at American Extended stay..The First (6) Lines are Introductory.. Revelation12:11,12

Dewayne Byfield-Bey  Paid Our Rent -Copy- $952.00 Every two weeks

https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/1093275490981474304/photo/2

https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/1092070622933458949/photo/1

(1-27-2019) 12 minute video saying Good morning https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Gt1QdG1O8C0

https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/933710405511319552/photo

(3)1933 Legislative Jounal-House Resolution page 5759 NO.75 https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/918248679089299456/p

Abasse Malik Beye Testimony(My Youngest son “19Years”) Being Spiritually Attack While He visit me…..

https://allah-higherself.tumblr.com/post/181818227347/abasse-malik-beye-testimonymy-youngest-son (Special Note-Remembering Seeing people around American Extended Stay with Hospital/Medical Uniforms)

Dewayne Byfield-Bey(1-31-19)E-mailed You@ 7:10pm. This is 15minute video of Me Preparing dinne(Spinach& Veggie meat mixed with Pasta) And  Re-calling what I Experienced when I worked in the Medical/Hospital Field (link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=I369C4Ude30) m.youtube.com/watch?v=I369C4…

Dewayne Byfield-Bey (1-29-19)Video noticing Spirits of "Implied Orthdox Musli m& Connected to U.S. Military trying2 Engage mentally..Remembering some Spirits (Mostly Negro/Blacks)Speak of going to 7/11?Odd.. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fsM9_3KXQC0

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tYoTdo5i5aI

Dewayne Byfield-Bey(2-8-19-Friday)Good Work Ethics@ Burger King. Mrs.Phyllis Manager Kept saying she don't know how long she can work with me,I Don't know Why?I Am Trying2 Work harder,Swept &Mop,Kept Front Fry Station Clean,Re-Stock (link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tkuocip3kg) m.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tkuoc… (link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZBhcwdzXCQ) m.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZBhcw…

Dewayne Byfield-Bey,(2-7-19)I got off work@ 2:59pm..As I Talk video,I noticed this Black Male (Military)uniform w/Cell phone (link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=G0GiytBql-U) m.youtube.com/watch?v=G0Giyt… This is how rm118)looked.2-8-19 I awoke mentally 2 year the song Girl-Friend(Pebbles)mentally playin. A male outside to said,Listen

Byfield-Bey(2-9-19)Rev12:11 awoke hear mentally Song Erykah Badou "Next Life Time," Simultaneously a Male outside  rm N Incubus Derrange voice Yell"Why? "4 2 Weeks (link: http://approx.As) approx.As I awake a Male would go outside,start his Truck(loud motor)Say U wrong/Negro/begging-Tone

Dewayne Byfield -Bey (2-6-19)Video Imani Gray-Bey drinking his First Home-made Smoothie.(link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1s3gygcqAdo) m.youtube.com/watch?v=1s3gyg… After posting the Tweet below,a male outside room n angry Tone,Is saying "I Paid,"" U liked it, " He like Peace Ho. I felt dull pain in my back (link: https://allah-higherself.tumblr.com/post/182565702397/2-4-19impliedsoldier-usnavy-army-2016-to/amp?__twitter_impression=true) allah-higherself.tumblr.com/post/182565702…

https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/1093296627383758848/photo/4

(2-9-19)(1:41pm)As I posts what I studied and read on line/Twitter and send you Dewayne Byfield-Bey,A male outside/Around the room says, "Stop",(sound like a pale skin possibly from room 118),A kid(Small kid voice yell," Peace",I feel a Sharp Dull pain behind my ear... (2-9-19)(8:01am)A male voice  around the Room is Mumbling...I started to Feel a Sharp Dull pain behind my Shoulders...Simultaneously a Male outside the room says, "Yes,Its Easy"...In an Angry desperate voice...The words "I love you," in a Derrange voice appear. ..Imani Gray-Bey my oldest son seem to be Spirusually Attack while he is sleeping..He is making a noise..I awake him..As he is making a noise in his Slleep,A strange voice male is still mumbling...Imani Gray-bey awakes to Say a pray of "Protection.."Before he gets up to Earn money At Wendys

Dewayne Byfield-Bey(2-5-19)(12:35am)After I read your tweet and E-mail you------ (Your words) --In the movie "The Book of Eli" (2010) Eli was attacked by an older couple. He knew something was up because their hands were "shaky". It was shaking because they ate human flesh. Today that's symbolic of mental issues, not able to stay still & focus, internal turmoil, etc...https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=idJklVyn5PE https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iriuqMITdR8 Continue....A male around /outside the Room sound young may be with a slight Spanish Accent says,"He Loves Peace Hoe, "(My Genitals Attack Spiritually)another male black accent sounds  like he is mumbling..A male voice says,the number. #1...A Female voice started to Also speak as Imani Gray-Bey(My son) Lie down to Sleep and trying to sleep...

(2-2-19)(9:37pm) Dewayne Byfield-Bey,on Netflix,There is a show called the Magician...I watched a part of the first part and tried to watch the second(It is A little to dark)...For the past Ten minutes,an "Ambulance Truck," keep driving back and forth with its Sirens on..Many tumes,makes and females outside and Around the room tell the word "Kid." odd..II choose not to finish this type of movie..

(2-2-19)(8:07pm)IListening to your Pod cast...A Female voice and male voice with a desperate Succbus /Incubus Tone start to sound like it's vegging...saying "That's peace" outside and Around the room...either from room 118.not sure...(room 118 is where I saw U.S. Military officer come out of)..A Spanish Accent possibly?....Simultaneously,I start to feel a Sharp Dull pain in my right side..sound like it says "Lay down," and start running the water from room 118...?not sure..

Special note:I have heard the water running in Room 128 when my Genitals were Attacked in my dreams..just before these sharp dull pain appear on my right side and Voice sound Spanish from room 118....I kept seeing(Visual look like Negro/Black comes into Burger King odd) A Un-Clean Spirit Negro/Black male with a bald head attacking Mentally,(mumbling)..and someone with a Desperate deranged voice says down the Hall "He paid," as I type this...The visual look like A Negro/Black that comes into Burger king

Abasse Malik Beye Testimony(My Youngest son “19Years”) Being Spiritually Attack While He visit me…..

https://allah-higherself.tumblr.com/post/181818227347/abasse-malik-beye-testimonymy-youngest-son

(1-27-2019) 12 minute video saying Good morning https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Gt1QdG1O8C0

(1-27-2019)-(3:53pm)I send a Divine Prayer to my Husband Dewayne Byfield-Bey,verbally….Outside and Around the Room..A male voice says, “Y'all Got To Eat,” simultaneously as I start to feel a Sharp Dull pain in my lower Back…A female outside the room say the Words, “Your Son.”

(1-27-2019)(8:00pm),In the room next door,118,(Where I saw U.S. Military male)come out of,I started to hear mumbling…A full Sharp pain I felt Simultaneously as I was reading ,sending You (Dewayne Byfield-Bey)an E-Mail…the voice seem to get Angry,as the Sharp Dull pains continued..similar…

In watching my Son Abasse Malik Beye being Attack Spiritually(This past Summer) as a Male and Female around outside the room 116,say Brother,I love you,paid,etc…

Special Note:As I started to type this Text the pain stopped immediately…Another female outside sound like a Negro Accent,says “Warning he fu** You,” simultaneously I feel a Sharp pain n my Vagina..The thought appeared of the Time I was molested spiritually in my sleep forabout (5 sc) by an Un-Clean Spirits..

These Are Spiritual War Tactics Dewayne Byfield-Bey,The Filthy Un-Clean Spirits Of Negro/Black,etc..Spanish Speaking etc..are Used For..They Are not going to Be able To Raise their “Frequency” In Natural Laws,They are in “Self Annaliation.” (Prophesy -Freedom-Love-Allah).Al-Aziz)

1-27-2019)5:17am,(Sunday)..I awoke and my Genitals/Sacred Womb was being Attack in a Sexual Manner…Spiritually…The Un- Clean Spirits around and outside the room sound like a Male and Female,Are mumbling…It Sound like The word, “People” came from room 118,where I saw U.S. military male come out of…It Sound like The Word, “People,” is Deliberately daid, over and over again…Odd…

Subject-The pale skin Female license Plate (Navy1) and My Gentals (Sacred Womb) being Attacked in a Spiritual Sexual manner..

(1-27-2019) 12 minute video saying Good morning https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Gt1QdG1O8C0

https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/933710405511319552/photo

(2)Nutritional Facts- https://nutritionfacts.org/topics/mental-health/

(3)1933 Legislative Jounal-House Resolution page 5759 NO.75 https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/918248679089299456/p

1-27-2019)-(3:53pm)I send a Divine Prayer to my Husband Dewayne Byfield-Bey,verbally….Outside and Around the Room..A male voice says, “Y'all Got To Eat,” simultaneously as I start to feel a Sharp Dull pain in my lower Back…A female outside the room say the Words, “Your Son.”

(1-27-2019)(8:00pm),In the room next door,118,(Where I saw U.S. Military male)come out of,I started to hear mumbling…A full Sharp pain I felt Simultaneously as I was reading ,sending You (Dewayne Byfield-Bey)an E-Mail…the voice seem to get Angry,as the Sharp Dull pains continued..similar…

Special Note:As I started to type this Text the pain stopped immediately…Another female outside sound like a Negro Accent,says “Warning he fu** You,” simultaneously I feel a Sharp pain n my Vagina..The thought appeared of the Time I was molested spiritually in my sleep forabout (5 sc) by an Un-Clean Spirits..

These Are Spiritual War Tactics Dewayne Byfield-Bey,The Filthy Un-Clean Spirits Of Negro/Black,etc..Spanish Speaking etc..are Used For..They Are not going to Be able To Raise their “Frequency” In Natural Laws,They are in “Self Annaliation.” (Prophesy -Freedom-Love-Allah).Al-Aziz)

(1-27-2019)5:17am,(Sunday)..I awoke and my Genitals/Sacred Womb was being Attack in a Sexual Manner…Spiritually…The Un- Clean Spirits around and outside the room sound like a Male and Female,Are mumbling…It Sound like The word, “People” came from room 118,where I saw U.S. military male come out of…It Sound like The Word, “People,” is Deliberately daid, over and over again…Odd…

Subject-The pale skin Female license Plate (Navy1) and My Gentals (Sacred Womb) being Attacked in a Spiritual Sexual manner.. Then I heard a male voice say,the number #1…It reminded me how a pale skin Female would give a Ride to one of the Regular Customers at Burger king with the Liscesed Plate “NAvy1"on it..She would come into Burger King 2016  and Part of 2017 if I remember correctly…(Leave room for Error)sit at the Regular Table Almost Everyday…The pale skin female stop coming into Burger king,By the Black /Negro Make still come into Burger King Almost Everyday sit for Hours..

Also I Am still hearing a male voice with a Black Negro Accent outside and Around the Rm say,” Go Ahead, “Like it is in a "Church Service.” And mumbling “He Loves You or I love You.. (1-26-2019) Saturday MorningAround 11:30 am I heard mumbling outside the rm…Dewayne  Telepathically someone said,The Word,” Mason. A few times..“Then I started to feel a Sharp Dull pain in my Shoulder…All of the Sudden a Visual of a Extremely Black Or dark skin Negro Appeared and the Sharp Dull pain Stop..I

Dewayne the word "Mason” sent Telepathically seemed to Be deliberately done,For Example…The Conspiracy Theorists speak of the Horrible “Terrorists” Attacks of that happen on September 11,in New York,The Pentagon,..

(6:13am)Thinking about The pale Skin Female driving a truck with U.S. Flags and Liscence   plate (Navy 1) at Burger King (A Male outside and Around Room yell “Move,” I felt a Sharp Dull pain in my head. ))…reminded me of a Experience of a Black male with liscense Plate (MIL.    ) He looked over 50 years old…Returning his Bacon Egg Cheese croissant Twice ..His reasons were,The two croissants with (3) Sliced of Bacon Egg Cheese was Flat..The 3rd time Manager Thomas(Black male)made the Crosaint…As he was waiting for the sandwich to Be made…

The Black male with (MIL     )Liscense plate walked approximately 10 steps towards me,stood In front of me,…In a low,Deep odd voice,He asked, “Could be Get something For Free.” …I walked away and Told Thomas and James of his odd behavior at Burger king..

(1-23-19) (1st) Wednesday off work from Burger king at American Extended Stay–3:34pm,My Genitals /Sacred Womb  were attack over 20 Times approximately spiritually,(Un-clean Spirits call this eating, Someone Earlier outside and Around the room ,said, “They Let Us Do it..” ,A male outside and Around the room kept saying the Number #(1),and Edge-water..Odd…Many Times Un-clean Spirits Seak the Word “Deal,” ..They keep saying the word, “Deal or they had a Deal as they mumble ,” We or He  fu** You..

I just meditated …I am about to Go Exercise

Continue 1-23-19- I exercised on the Treadmill and did Sit ups,push ups,stretched and meditated

The Time 9:09pm Outside and Around the room 116,Simultaneously a male said You both move,I felt a sharp dull pain around my Anus,My Genitals /Sacred Womb was attacked Spiritually…As I thought about documenting,A Female simultaneously out side around the Room 116,says “Be Quiet.”

I would Like to give Testimony Revelations 12:11,12..This morning (1-20-19)I experienced a Forced Manipulated Dream…I Dreamed that A Pale Skin Female(Extremely Pale) with Dark Black hair and Blue Eyes was having sex with me..

Special Note:I felt no Physical Sensation…

Dewayne Byfield- Bey,In the dream It seemed I was encouraging her to continue as we seemed to be humping…As I opened(Awake) my eyes,I heard a Female voice down the Hall(Outside of the Rm 116,at American Extended Stay)say, “That Peace,“another Male sounds like coming from Rm 118(Next door/Where I saw the U.S. Military male come out of) say,Paid… Dewayne Byfield-Bey,Many times Spiritually and Mentally after the Negro/Black Male& Female,(Un-clean Spirits Representing A Form of Christianity or the Spanish Speaking Ex.Mexicans,Puerto Ricans,etc.Representing Catholicism and Orthodox Islam),Try to Engage Mentally,or Physical plane,As I choose to Keep my Distance,Then the Un-clean Spirit of the "Pale Skin,” un-kept,will Be used to Attack Genitals Spiritually and in the Dreams….

Dewayne sometimes they( or seen to Be Well Kept(Appearances)but are still used to Cause harm (Sending Pain to Joints)Mentally..

Too Many Times..

I Remembered some Moors Taught this is called “Hellinism.”

Too Many Times a Black/Negro Un-clean Spirit have “Implied” to know Moorish Literature or Repeat Verses Of the(Out Moorish American State Papers) Holy Koran Circle 7,what other Moors have Spoken on the Sunday Conference Calls (Verbally and Telepathically,Seem2 Be Trying to Demonstrate a “Union”)While Staring at My Genitals/Sacred Womb in a Lustful/Demonic manner…

These Filthy and Un-Clean Acts (Impersonators of the Un-Clean in Spirits)Remind me of Prophet Noble Drew All Prophesy in Caveat Emptor of Moorish Literature..Also in his Teachings of “What is Islam?”

January 9,2019

Husband -Byfield-Bey -So many Times the Fire Alarm will go off on the middle of the night At American Extended Stay…and there is no fire. 1-9-19)..10min video fire Alarm going off. .

(link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PHpStfTgawU)

m.youtube.com/watch?v=PHpStf…

Dewayne Byfield-Bey(1-14-19)(6:10am)I awoke(to get ready to earn money at Burger king).. with feeling a sharp full pain in my left ankle,Simultaneously sounds like a Spanish and it Pale Skin saying number(1),His gone,Kid…Some one hit the wall from Room 118,where I saw The Military U.S. Male come out of…The T.V. At American Extended Stay is on Live News,It seem..

Note..Seeing Guests with a Hospital /Medical/Psychiatric Uniform on..Odd

Abasse Malik Beye Testimony(My Youngest son “19Years”) Being Spiritually Attack While He visit me…..

https://allah-higherself.tumblr.com/post/181818227347/abasse-malik-beye-testimonymy-youngest-son

There is still a Male with a Black /Negro Accent mumbling,in a Desperate,Derrange,Incubus  tone..around and Outside the room..*****Special note:As I type this entry about theblavk/Negro male,A female around outside the room says , “Move”,I feel a sharp dull tone again left ankle..

1-13-2019)Yesterday,While,I studied,prayed,and Meditated many times…People would speak Outside and around the Room..

Dewayne Byfield-Bey(1-12-19)(8:37pm)I noticed most of the advertisement on Twitter site are of Black /Negro Males(Picture/visual)..selling a product (8:37pm)I just deleted one as I was sending You an E-mail saying goodnight…as I did,Simultaneously a male outside the room mumbled,and I felt another Sharp pain in my left Shoulder..

Dewayne Byfield-Bey(1-12-19)(6:25pm),I am studying this Saturday as Usual..Reading,Meditating,Stretching@ American Extended Stay…Simultaneously at (6:25pm),Sound like a male to the Right of the Room(our)116- Mumbling ..This is outside and it around..next to This room is 118.(Where I saw the U.S. Military male leave from)…

Then a Male says Are you Ready - Outside and around the Room…more towards the other side near room 114..Simultaneously,I feel a sharp pain in my left Shoulder and knee..the pain is happening now,6:37pm..It lasted for about (1 minute)..

Special note: There is a Snow storm happening..Annapolis M.D. Supposed to get up to 5 inches

(1-12-19)(7:22pm)As I was writing notes of what I Studied,I thought of Telling You Dewayne about my week a Burger king for a moment..How one of the Co-workers (A black male name Damarcus)To me behave odd…For the past few days He constantly kept Forgetting to Give Customers their cup for their Meal Ritualistically….or Too constant to count…He has worked on the Front Line at this Burger King Too many times to count,and I have never seen him constantly or Ritualistically forget to Give Customers their cups….When I brought it to  his attention,it sem soon later (Thursday,I Noticed) he seem to Be forgetting of details in Reference to Burger king’s customers..like handing out their Receipt..maybe this Week he wasn’t feeling well?

Anyway Dewayne as I thought about this,I felt a sharp dull pain in my lower back,someone outside the room(A male) said the number (1) simultaneously odd..

Dewayne Byfield-Bey(1-9-18)(1:56am)As I lay  bed…I awoke.A male with a Spanish Accent from  rm 118 (where I saw U.S military male come out of).possibly.He ,Keep saying um,hum simultaneously my SacredWomb being Attack Spiritually .I noticed this behavior from many Mecicans& Negro Black

Dewayne Byfield-Bey-(1-10-19)’m menestrating,Like many months,during this Time,I fall asleep thinking sexual of u,it picture.N a Dream,A black male,tryin2 have sex/ W/Me,I said,Never(I Am not interested in U)I was callin out ur name.I awoke.fell back2 Sleep.A male started  pump

Dewayne Byfield-Bey(1-10-19)(11pm)- Rev12:11-Started to pump my Vagina,but not enter it,in my Dream.Going on 3rd pump,I opened my Eyes,closed my legs,make sure,I had no sensation.Simultaneously a Negro walk pass my door used word"Battery”,rm118 stated running his water,Spanish

Byfield-Bey (1-10-19)Rev12:11,W/ a Spanish Accent started2 mumble.Another male sound derranged,Incubus tone, out of Breath,said, “You like it,��� Outside around Room..Many times Un-clean Spirits Black/Negro male& Female,Spanish Boast how they molested/Rape  Mu'urs Spiritually

Dewayne Byfield-Bey Picture of a similar bottle of chlorophyll Imani and I consume -(1)+

https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/933710405511319552/photo

(2)Nutritional Facts- https://nutritionfacts.org/topics/mental-health/

(3)1933 Legislative Jounal-House Resolution page 5759 NO.75 https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/918248679089299456/p

President Abraham Lincoln’s 13th Amendment with 20 Sections Ratified November 18,1865https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/887859609293254656/photo/https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/887859609293254656/photo/ https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/887859609293254656/photo/ https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/887859609293254656/photo

Dewayne Byfield-Bey Introduction to the Documentation –Imani Gray-Bey and (I)Rhonda Arrington -Bey(As Moorish Americans)do not know anyone Personally in Annapolis M.D…Nor have we Implied that we would like to know the People here Personally..We As Moorish Americans try to Demonstrate Prophet Noble  Drew Ali’s Teachings by Respecting the boundaries those Spirits we are Among and hope they are educated to Respect  Ours. https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/1063921107865079809/photo/

Note-At American Extended Stay makes and females around/Outside our room say or yell too many times- Military,Y'all about to lie down,Edge Water,Brother,We paid,That’s Peace,Mexico,That’s Us..in an Odd Desperate Manner of tone.(Black Negro/African Americans -male and female(Mostly female)keep mumbling the words “Your Son, “when I Am out.Sometimes hear Sharp Tones “Outside my Ear,when those Imply to Be connected to U.S.Military is near-Odd.. Imani Gray-Bey and (I) Rhonda Arrington-Vey Refrain from using the Word “People,” as much as possible

Pale skin when I Am out speak/Imply of form Magik,trying 2 Engage)

********We haven’t watch Live Television or You tube videos since 2012**

Published on Oct 7, 2018The Holy Bible public law of 97-280 October the 4th 1982 97th Congress Mathew 4:24,8:16,17,28,9:32,12:22,10:1,8 Mark 1:23 https://mobile.twitter.com/ArringtonBey1/status/1076837658259845124/

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Allah The Spirit of Bondage and the Spirit of Freedom can not Exist in the same Atmosphere.The Earth,Universe was,is, have ALWAYs been in the Spirit of Love-Freedom-Peace,Truth-Justice-Law-Allah-Cleansing

Husband- Dewayne Byfield-Bey Islam,When I Re-Played my voice Recordings(Triggering thoughts of Studying),I heard the same words Repeated by some of the Black Male Regulars that sit at the same table(for hours some of them )…It seems Ever time they come into Burger king…The same words that I told the Manager Victoria Fuller at American Extended Stay,

A Nation Can not “Rise” No Higher than Its Women

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