#cries for mercy/murphy

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Cillian | BBC News | February 2024

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Part 5

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You hover anxiously as Bellamy stirs, his dark lashes finally fluttering open. A relieved sigh escaped you. "Well, look who decided to rejoin the land of the living," you get out before he jolts upright, swearing under his breath.

Ignoring his body's protests, he demands hoarsely, "Where's Charlotte? Did you find her?" When you shake your head grimly, his fist slams a cargo crate so hard your ears ring. "Damn it!"

"Bellamy, you were unconscious, we had to..." His thunderous look cuts you off. With fire flashing in his eyes, he rolls his impressive shoulders and strides toward the hatch, determination in every hard line of his body. "Then what the hell are we waiting for? Let's bring her back while we still can."

“It’s not safe out there, especially at night!” you fire back, blocking his exit. “That mob was out for blood, they could still be hunting." He shoves past with an impatient growl.

"I'm going back out there at dawn, with you or without you. Before she dies out there alone." His jaw works, ladder rungs protesting under his grip.

You clench your fists, nails biting your palms. you follow him into the silent camp, the yawning night shadows beyond promising unknown threats.

…

You crash through tangled underbrush at Bellamy's heels, his voice a ragged bellow echoing Charlotte's name.

Bursting into a moonlit clearing, you skid to a stop beside him - there, crouched trembling against a mossy boulder, is the girl herself.

"No, please!" she shrieks as Bellamy lunges, scooping her flailing body up across his shoulder. Her cries shred the heavy air as he takes off running again, face carved in grim lines of purpose.

You hurtle after them, Charlotte's pleas and fists hammering Bellamy's back growing fainter as he drives on relentlessly through the woods away from Murphy.

Bursting from the trees near a rocky outcrop, Bellamy slows, swaying. In the distance you spy figures emerging from the woods - Murphy's gang.

As you brace for a confrontation, more shadows spill from the forest on your heels – Finn and Clarke emerge from the opening. Bellamy sets Charlotte down only for her to scramble in panic towards the cliff edge.

Murphy steps forward, face tortured. "Bellamy! You can’t fight all of us. Give her up.” he rasps. "We just want justice."

“Maybe not, but I guarantee I’ll take a few of you with me.”

He pulls Clarke against him, pressing a crude knife under her throat. "Back off and let us take the girl, or Clarke dies." Murphy roars. Finn rushes forward before Bellamy yanks him back.

“No, please. Please don’t hurt her.” Charlotte sobs. Charlotte's streaming eyes find yours as she teeters on the cliff edge. You inch toward her.

"Take my hand, Charlotte. I won't let them hurt you." Your steadfast gaze reflects the moonlight, shining with fervent promise.

“No! No, I have to y/n! this is not happening. I can’t let any of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what I did.”

The girl's lips shape a silent "Thank you." As she steps back into open air, instinct drives you forward, fingers straining toward her fluttering hand.

But your skin only brushes her fingertips for a heartbeat before she slips away. Unbalanced, you pitch forward, a scream tearing from your throat.

Your flailing hand catches jagged stone, jolting you to a halt while white-hot pain lances up your arm. Suspended by one agonized grip over the fatal plunge, you gasp strangled breaths.

Willing your eyes open against the dizzying vertigo, you peer past swaying feet down into roiling darkness. There below lies Charlotte's broken body, framed by glittering rapids that promise no mercy if you relinquish your blood-slicked lifeline.

The roar of the rapids below fills your ears, drowning out all other sound as they beckon with their merciless embrace. "Oh god..." Clarke's horrified whisper reaches you, seconds before Bellamy's hard face appears over the cliff edge.

The rough texture of the stone bites into your palm, sending shockwaves of pain shooting up your arm as you cling desperately to your precarious perch.

Every muscle in your body strains against the weight of your own fear and the pull of gravity, threatening to send you hurtling into the abyss below with Charlotte.

Bellmay’s strong hands clamp your wrists, his fingers digging into your flesh with a strength born of desperation.

With a grunt of effort, he begins to haul you up, his muscles straining against the weight of your body as he fights to keep you from slipping away from him.

Finally, with one last herculean effort, Bellamy hauls you over the edge of the cliff, pulling you into a tight embrace as you collapse onto solid ground. Tears stream down your face unchecked as you cling to him.

For a brief moment you find solace in Bellamy's arms, the warmth of his embrace a balm to your shattered nerves. his expression darkens with anger, his features contorted with fury as he turns his gaze toward Murphy.

"Look what you did to her," Bellamy seethes, his voice a low growl as he advances on Murphy with menacing intent. "All of this... it's because of you. Charlotte. y/n." The subtle shift in his tone betrays the depth of his protectiveness.

Finn moves quickly to intervene, pulling Bellamy off Murphy before things can escalate further. But Bellamy's rage knows no bounds as he lunges at Murphy once more, his grip like iron as he lifts the man off the ground and holds him perilously close to the cliff's edge.

"If you ever come back to the camp," Bellamy snarls, his voice dripping with venom, "I will kill you." With Murphy cowed into submission, Bellamy releases him and turns his attention back to you, extending a hand to help you to your feet. Without a word, he strides ahead of the group, leading the way back to camp.

…

Upon reaching the dropship, you found Monty and Jasper huddled over a tangle of wires and circuitry, their expressions mirroring Clarke and finns. Curiosity piqued, you approached them cautiously, watching as they worked with feverish intensity.

"What are you four up to?" you asked, your voice tinged with both amusement and concern.

Monty glanced up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "We're hacking the wristbands. If this works, we can talk to the Ark!" he explained, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You pause mid-stride, skeptical gaze darting between their eager faces. "Come again?" Monty just waggles his eyebrows while Jasper grins.

Jasper nodded eagerly. "And we're about to make the final connection," he declared, his voice tinged with excitement as nudges your arm.

"Here - you wanna do the honors? That port right there Jasper.” Monty’s enthusiasm stirs an uneasy swirl in your stomach. Messing with your one fragile link to space seems risky, yet...

With a flick of a switch, Jasper completed the circuit, sending a surge of electricity coursing through the wristbands. In an instant, the devices sparked and fizzled, emitting a high-pitched whine as they shorted out.

The electrical surge hit your wristband, a jolt of searing pain shot through your arm, causing you to cry out in agony. With a gasp, you stumbled backward, clutching your wrist as the pain radiated through your body.

"Tell me that was supposed to happen," you rasp. Monty's grin falters a fraction at whatever answer he finds on your face, eyes darting guiltily to your injury. "Crap, I swear that wasn't-"

Before he can respond, Octavia bursts in. “What the hell?” Her query dies on her lips, eyes blowing wide at the smoking remnants.

Monty swallows thickly. "I was trying to signal the Ark, but... I think I just killed our only working wristbands." His confession lands like a blow, doubt and dread swelling to choke you.

In the fraught silence, Finn spins on his heel, storming outside without a word. After a weighted beat, Clarke follows

Octavia shoots Monty an amused look and goes to check on Jasper, leaving you alone with his shrinking form. Cradling your throbbing wrist, you level a pained stare. "Got anything to say for yourself, Prometheus?"

He scrubs both hands down his face, mumbling, “I just wanted to talk to my parents.” The broken admission elicits your unwanted empathy.

With a sigh, you nudge his hunched shoulder. "It's not your fault, Monty," you managed to say through the pain. "We just need to find another way."

Monty looked up at you, his eyes brightening with a glimmer of hope. "You really think so?" he asked, his voice tentative.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I know so," you replied, your confidence bolstering his spirits. "We just have to keep trying.”

…

You sit by the crackling fire, the warmth of its flames offering some respite from the chilly night air, the murmurs of conversation from the delinquents behind you drift into your ears. Their voices are a low hum, punctuated by bursts of excitement and speculation.

A chorus of shouts breaks through the night, and you turn to see the group of delinquents pointing skyward, their faces illuminated by the flickering light.

You rise from your spot and make your way over to them, noticing Octavia among their ranks.

"Bellamy!" she exclaims. “get out here.”

Bellamy emerges from his tent, adjusting his clothing hastily. Octavia gestures eagerly toward the sky, her eyes wide with excitement. "There!"

The delinquents exchange excited glances, murmuring amongst themselves as they watch the descending vessel streak across the night sky.

Bellamy listens to their chatter with a measured expression, his jaw set with determination. "We'll wait until morning," he declares, his voice firm with authority.

At his command, you reluctantly drag your eyes down from the intriguing void. But curiosity continues burning bright and restless within.

Octavias brow furrows in concern. "But what if the Grounders get to it first?" she asks, voice laced with worry. Bellamy meets her gaze, his eyes steely with resolve.

"We'll deal with that if it happens," he replies, his tone leaving no room for argument. "But for now, we wait until sunrise. It's too risky to go out there in the dark."

With a final nod of affirmation, Bellamy retreats back towards his tent, leaving the delinquents to ponder his words in the glow of the fire.

The camp settles reluctantly back to routine, you drift toward Bellamy near his tent. "Aren't you wondering what the hell that was?" you ask before he can disappear inside.

Bellamy scrubs a weary hand over his face, glancing toward the glowing embers in the sky. "Could be just space junk. I'm not risking lives on some wild goose chase in the dark."

You bristle at his nonchalance when potential salvation might await discovery. "What if they sent something down to help us?" Before he can scoff, you play a sly card. "Or it has medicine your sister might need. Still willing to wait?"

His sharp look warns you've struck a nerve. After a taut minute, Bellamy growls out. "We wait until sunrise."

…

You slip past the boundary of camp, the thrill of potential discovery overriding any hesitation at venturing out alone after midnight. Hope for a message or aid from your mother quickens your stride through whipping branches and shifting shadows.

Chest heaving as you trudge up a steep, muddy slope, you grumble out, “Sure hope Mom packed a plasma rifle in that pod." you groan out. "Some gift shop souvenirs would be nice too - maybe a 'My ancestors got blasted here and all I got was radiation poisoning' t-shirt.”

Breathless minutes later, you emerge from snarling brush into a rocky clearing. You creep slowly forward, squinting. light glints off smooth metal edges - a compact pod lies half-buried in loose soil. Hardly the massive shipment you pictured.

Circling warily closer, you spy a small window and lean to peer inside at a girl about your age, unconscious, dark hair spilling over her tan cheek.

You exhale sharply in surprise, your breath fogging up the glass. Before you can process the pod, a stick crackles under a heavy boot at your back.

You dive for cover as Bellamy walks over. His shifting eyes solidify your suspicion - something isn't right here. He begins prying at the hatch, muscles bunched, and face stormy. 

As Bellamy straightens from his fruitless efforts at entry you step out, schooling your face neutral.

"Got something to hide in there, Bellamy?"

He startles violently before scowling. "Hell are you doing here?" One hand slides almost protectively across the pod’s opaque surface, prickling your unease. You cross your arms, matching his confrontational posture.

"I could ask you the same question. Why so jittery about this thing?" You nod at the pod, his hand still braced on it almost possessively.

Bellamy bristles, jaw tightening. "That's not your concern. Now get back to camp before you lead something nasty back here." 

You stand firm, tilting your head. "Oh I don't know...seems to me whatever has the unflappable Bellamy Blake all spooked must be pretty concerning."

His answering laugh lacks any humor, a harsh bark in the stillness. "In case you forgot, I'm a wanted man up there." He thrusts a chin skyward. "So yeah, anything falling down makes me jumpy, okay?"

You shake your head, frowning. "No, I think there's more riling you up about this pod specifically." Taking a step nearer has him tensing, so you change tack. "Look, what do you want with it anyway?"

Bellamy works his jaw, glancing aside briefly with an unreadable expression. But he regroups quickly. "I need what's inside, that's all you gotta know. Now walk away and let me handle this - it's for the good of everyone here." 

His vagueness fans your skepticism into defiance. "What's inside - the girl? Why do you want her so bad?" You watch him intently for any revealing tic. "Who is she, Bellamy?"

The muscle in his cheek feathers from clenching his teeth. "That's not..." He breaks off, exhaling harshly through his nose before fixing you with a glare.

"You think you've got me all figured out. I'm just looking to protect my sister, like I always do. That's all you need to know." 

Bellamy wrenches open the pod hatch with a grunt of effort. As he digs inside, you peer closer despite his glower warning you off. To your bewilderment, he emerges clutching only a small radio device, lips pressed thin.

"We're done here," he snaps, storming off without explanation. You watch Bellamy stomp away, radio in hand, realization sinking your stomach.

A faint groan draws your gaze back inside where the girl shifts weakly. As her eyes flutter open, she fumbles off her helmet, spilling dark hair over weary eyes. She hisses out a pained breath, gingerly probing at her blood-crusted hairline.

"Crap...that's not good," she mutters, blinking sluggishly at her crimson-smeared fingers before noticing you hovering uncertainly. "Oh hey! Who the hell are you?" Her bluntness startles a wry smile from you.

"I could ask you the same. I'm Y/N. Welcome home."

Crashing foliage announces new arrivals. You both turn sharply to see Finn bursting into the clearing, Clarke on his heels. The girl's face lights up seeing Finn but any greeting dies on her lips as he sweeps past you.

Because Finn isn't slowing his headlong rush toward her. In fact, he looks downright crazed, eyes glittering with overwhelmed joy. "Raven!" he cries raggedly, pulling her into a crushing embrace.

You glance at Clarke, taking in her expression shuttering closed. Her slight nod answers the question in your widened eyes.

…

You, Clarke and Raven trail after Finn toward camp, pressing Bellamy's mystery. Squinting ahead, Clarke spots him and barrels forward. "Bellamy!"

He turns too slowly, fake casualness oozing guilt. Clarke gets in his face, demanding, "Where's the radio that was in the pod?"

Bellamy feigns confusion poorly. "No clue what you mean..." Trailing off, he notes Raven stalking closer, brow arched.

"Cut the crap," she snaps. "We know you took comms from my pod just now." Bellamy's surprise fuels her fierceness. "Yeah, I know it was you. Recognized your name from when you shot chancellor Jaha. They're looking everywhere for you."

You grimace sharply at her words as Bellamy flinches before recovering his defiance. Before threats turn to blows, you push between Raven and Bellamy's bristling forms. "Where's the radio Bellamy?" Priorities first - prevent him destroying your sole link to the Ark.

"Jaha deserved to die. You all know that." Smugness wars with steeling himself as Raven advances unrelentingly. She halts inches away, eyes ruthless. "Well congratulations. You're a lousy shot. You didn't manage to kill him after all."

Staggered silence meets her revelation. Clarke exhales sharply while dread claws your stomach. “Bellamy, don't you see what this means? You're not a murderer. You always did what you had to do to protect your sister. And you can do it again by protecting three hundred of your people. Where's the radio?”

…

With a resigned slump of his shoulders, Bellamy capitulates, nodding sulkily toward the river. Without another word, you wade into the fast current, the icy water sending shivers down your spine as you search for the waterlogged device amidst the rocky riverbed.

Each moment feels like an eternity as you comb through the murky depths, your fingers brushing against smooth stones and tangled vegetation.

Your hand closes around the familiar shape of the device you haul it up from the water, its surface slick with river mud and debris.

You hold it up triumphantly, a weary smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you turn back toward the shore.

When you resurface, Raven is practically hopping with impatient plans, her eyes alight with excitement before it drains from her face. "Oh fuck," she says disappointedly, “it'll take half the day just to dry out the components to see what's broken."

Bellamy's voice is thick as he responds, "Like I said, it's too late."

Clarke marches up to him, her eyes blazing with anger. "Do you have any idea what you did? Do you even care?!" she demands, her voice crackling with emotion.

Bellamy meets her gaze squarely. "You asked me to help. I helped," he states. Clarkes anger worsens. "Three hundred people are gonna die today because of you!" Clarke retorts with a trembling voice.

Before the tension can escalate further, Raven interjects with a pragmatic tone. "Hold up. We don't have to talk to the Ark. We just have to let them know we're down here, right?"

Finn nods in agreement. "Yeah, but how do we do that with no radio?" he asks frustratedly.

…

Back at the pod, Raven is a whirlwind of activity, organizing the delinquents as they strip the pod for spare parts to create makeshift rocket launchers.

"We need to launch those flares ASAP if we have any hope of saving those people. Finn, get that control panel to camp. You, pull out those fire circuits in one piece or they won't work.”

Clarke watches with a furrowed brow, her mind clearly preoccupied with other concerns.

"Will they be able to see the rockets from the Ark?" Clarke asks, Raven pauses in her work, casting a glance toward the distant horizon.

"Like the good book says, it's all about burn time and cloud cover." Clarke nods at her words. “I know your mom will be watching." she replies confidently, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

“I've never seen anyone love someone the way she loves you. You know that, right?"

As the others continue their tasks, you pull Clarke aside, "Hey, what happened last night with Finn?" you inquire softly. Clarke's expression darkens, her gaze dropping to the ground as she exhales heavily.

"We... we slept together," she admits unhappily, her words heavy with regret. "And now his real girlfriend landed on Earth."

You place a comforting hand on her shoulder, offering a wordless gesture of support as you both finish working together. You send a glare to Finn's back, watching as he kissed Raven before heading her instructions to take supplies back to camp.

…

Metal braces are secured in place, rockets carefully added and checked for stability. Anticipation crackles in the air like electricity as the final preparations are made.

With a chorus of cheers and shouts, the first rockets blast off into the night sky, leaving trails of brilliant light in their wake.

The sky erupts in a dazzling display of color, the flares painting intricate patterns against the backdrop of darkness. Gasps of awe and wonder ripple through the gathered crowd as they watch the spectacle unfold.

You find yourself caught up in the excitement, celebrating with Harper and Miller as the sky ignites with bursts of vibrant hues.

"Isn't this amazing?" Harper exclaims, her eyes wide with wonder. "Maybe they'll see them and send down a rescue team!"

Miller nods thoughtfully in agreement considering her theory, a grin stretching across his face. "It's possible," he concedes, "I've never seen anything like this," he admits, his voice filled with awe.

As the last of the flares fade into the night, leaving only the twinkling stars above, you catch Bellamy's gaze lingering on you.

For a brief moment, your eyes meet, and you offer him a small smile before turning your attention back to Harper and Miller.

…

Bellamy's voice cuts through the murmurs of the crowd, drawing Clarke's attention. "You think they can see it from up there?" he asks with genuine curiosity. Clarke gazes up at the sky, her eyes scanning the heavens for any sign of the distant Ark.

"I don't know. I hope so," she replies softly, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "Can you wish on this kind of shooting star?" she adds with a self-conscious shrug, but Bellamy's odd look prompts her to dismiss the notion. "Forget it."

Bellamy's gaze drifts from Clarke to where you stand with Harper and Miller, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "I wouldn't even know what to wish for," he muses, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before returning to Clarke. "What about you?" he prompts, his curiosity evident.

He follows her gaze, finding Raven and Finn nearby. A small smile tugs at the corners of Clarkes lips as Raven returns her glance with a reassuring smile of her own. "I'm not sure," Clarke admits cryptically, her gaze lingering on Raven and Finn before drifting back to the twinkling stars above.

…

[gabessquishytum]

Friends, inspiration struck once again, I was reading a doujin the other day and it reminded me of dreamling so much, I had to write this.

HIghschool au. Morpheus is the weird artsy loner emo skinny kid of the school who gets bullied a lot for being so dark and brooding all the time, and Hob is the known sunshine friendly jock who's friends with everyone, who on the surface seems like that typical gym bro but you know, nicer. And one day, Morpheus is being harassed again, a guy named Burgess wanting his wallet or something, and luckily for Morpheus, Hob saw this and stepped in to put a stop to it. Morpheus and Hob meet eyes, and something must have clicked for them, cause from that day on, those two become friends practically overnight, nigh inseparable. And isn’t Hob so nice, being friends with a killjoy like old Murphy, who's actually capable of smiling and laughing when Hob's around, would you look at that. Oh and there they go again, going off somewhere to eat lunch together. But no one knows.

No one knows that Hob is currently at the very end of his ropes, trying to keep from cumming from the large vibrating anal plug Morpheus bullied (hehehehehe) into him that very morning, and right after Morpheus, that sadist, fucked him full of cum too. And that the reason why he had to hurry Morpheus into an empty classroom during lunch, was so he could get down on his hands and knees, shamefully present his plugged arsehole, and beg Morpheus to fuck him. Hob is mewling about how mean Morpheus is, toying with the remote all day, upping the vibrations randomly, making sure to turn it down when Hob's about to cum. He needs to cum so bad, but instead of showing mercy, Hob cries as Morpheus steps on the plug with his foot, making sure to grind it in so deep while maxxing out the vibrations. Morpheus is disappointed in him he says, the whole point of this exercise was to see if Hob could be a good boy and keep Morpheus' cum inside him all day. Hob doesn't stand a chance, the humiliation and sensations too much for him, he cums long and hard all over the floor. Tsk tsk, Morpheus admonishes him for being so slutty and sensitive, he'll need to punish his pet for cumming without permission, what would Hob do if everyone found out what a masochistic slut he is hm? Maybe a nice, long rimming session is in order to teach his Hob some self-control, or perhaps Morpheus should fuck him after all, the added load would be like an added challenge for Hob. Morpheus idly toys with the plug still deep inside Hob, pulling it and pushing it back in, making the brunette cry and shudder so prettily. So many choices and so many ways to play with his precious pet, but Morpheus isn't too pressed if he chooses one or the other, there's always tomorrow after all. :)



Bonus points for anyone who knows which doujin I'm taking insipiration from XD We're instant friends hahahaha I hope you guys like this one~~

-Love Yan Anon <3

Alsksjfja yeah <3 weirdo goth kid who is a dom x sweet sunshine jock who wants to be dommed is SUCH a classic concept. Hob’s friends are always like "why do you hang out with that guy he's so creepy ://" and Hob just blushes and mutters something about studying together...

Morpheus is creepy, but Hob likes creepy... in fact, it turns him on a lot. He likes the feeling that Morpheus is stalking him around the school, he likes being stared down in the hallways. He certainly likes being dragged into empty classrooms, having his jeans and underwear pulled down, having his hole spanked and toys pushed inside him. He never quite knows when it's going to happen, and that makes it all the sweeter.

One day Morpheus ambushes him in the locker rooms before a game (I'm always partial to rugby player Hob, but insert sport of your choice I guess). He gives Hob the most brutal fingering, barely minutes before he'll be out on the field, and Hob comes stumbling out barely able to walk. The anal beads Morpheus shoved in at the last second are absolutely agonising every time he moves, or gets tackled by other players.

And of course he has to be punished for his terrible performance during the game - Morpheus wants to know, did he do it on purpose? Did he fall about like a pathetic slut just make Morpheus look at him? Or did he want all the other students to know that he's a whore? Hob says no, but Morpheus pushes him to the floor anyway and treads on his cock until Hob cries and cums all over his cute little shorts <3

[thirsty-flygirl]

Do Better

Steve Murphy x f!Reader

About 2800 words. Not proofed or Beta-read. Good luck.

I don't know what happened here. I haven't written anything for months, this was sitting in my WIPs and I just decided to finish it.

Contrary to what this suggests, I am NOT a Steve Murphy girl. Javier Peña for life. But if Steve showed up, I probably wouldn't kick him out of bed. Not surprised, just disappointed.

OVER 18 ONLY! Warnings: oral (m and f receiving), PIV- no protection (use a condom, kids), slight degradation, Steve being a southern boy with an attitude, some language, a Reader much sexier and confident than I could ever be, my overuse of commas and italics.

“Just this once,” you panted, the pair of you stumbling through your doorway. 

“Never again,” Steve agreed, his hot breath fanning across your skin as his mouth traversed the column of your throat. You moaned in response, tilting your head so he could have better access, and let his strong hands push you back against the door until it closed. 

“Fuck, you smell good,” he muttered, letting his nose trail across your collarbone, “always smell so fuckin’ good.”

He pressed his thigh between your legs and you eagerly rolled your hips against the strong muscle, the seam of your jeans rubbing against your clit and stoking the flames of arousal in your belly. 

“I should, it’s expensive,” you moaned, dropping down over, and over, and over to feel the delicious friction against your folds.

Steve huffed out a laugh, pressing his hot mouth against the swell of your tits as his hands came up to grope you through your blouse.

“Such a fuckin’ smartass, always runnin’ your mouth,” he emphasized his words by roughly squeezing your nipples between his fingers. You cried out and rutted harder against his thigh, feeling your slick dampen your panties. Steve groaned his approval and pressed against you harder.

“That’s right, baby, rub that sweet pussy on me...get you nice and wet so I can just slide right in.”

Reached up, you grabbed a fistful of blond hair and jerked his head up, slanting your mouth over his in a bruising, sloppy kiss. He growled, urging you on, and you let your tongue tangle roughly with his for a moment before pulling back and nipping at his pouty bottom lip.

“Let me show you what else I can do with my mouth,” you purred, dropping down to your knees right there in your entryway. You made quick work of his belt, palming him through the rough denim and squeezing lightly. 

“Well, fuck, Murph,” you laughed lightly, “looks like you’re finally happy to see me for once.” 

He braced himself against the door with one hand, dropping his head to look down at you like an angel just before the fall. 

“Quit talking and just suck my dick, honey,” he rasped, reaching with his other hand to rest on the back of your head.

You grinned and pulled him from his boxers, long and thick, ruddy tip weeping. Letting your tongue dart out to swipe against the tempting swirl of precum, you moaned lowly in the back of your throat before wrapping your lips around his shaft. 

Bobbing along Steve’s length, you used one hand to stroke whatever wasn’t buried in your mouth, listening to his gasps and growls in order to guide your movements. You let your tongue laze against his frenulum, slowly running it back and forth and driving him insane.

“Not gonna last long if you keep doin’ that,” he gritted out, his fingers knotting in your hair and urging you forward. You let him guide you, hollowing out your cheeks as he pumped his cock into your hot, eager mouth, trying to take as much of him as possible on each pass.

Your own arousal roared within you, pussy fluttering at the thought of finally getting him between your legs. Your panties were completely soaked, your position at Steve’s feet with your knees tucked together making them bunch up against your clit. You writhed around, trying to find that same sweet friction that you had on his leg, but you needed more, more of the man gazing down at you, like a merciful god absolving you of all your sins.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his eyes shining appreciatively in the dim light. “Such a good girl, gettin’ down on your knees for me. Taking that cock so well…..”

His praise made you blossom, your eyes wide and acquiescent, lifting up to meet his. You whimpered around his length, moving your hand faster, bobbing enthusiastically. 

“Yeah,” he continued, nodding his head as he watched his dick disappear between your plump lips, “you like gettin’ your pretty face fucked, don’t ya?” You moaned in return, your eyelashes fluttering as his words alone made you soar.

Steve smirked crookedly down at you. “Looks like someone enjoys being on their knees for me . . . you like me using you like a whore?”

Fuck, he’d found your weakness without even trying. As assertive and confident you were in your professional life, there was something about being on your knees in front of a sexy man and letting him just control you, defile you, just absolutely fucking use you that made your cunt throb.

“Get up here, honey,” Steve ordered, pulling you up against his body, cock hard against your stomach, and taking your mouth roughly. He gripped your chin tightly as he kissed you, the sharp bite of pain making you moan wantonly.

He tore his mouth from yours, panting as he pressed his forehead against your temple. “Bedroom, now,” he demanded. You slipped past him, leading him down the short hallway and into your room. He grabbed you the moment you crossed the threshold, twirling you in his arms and walking you backward to the bed. 

“Let me see those tits,” he ordered, his deep voice hoarse with lust. You met his eyes and began unbuttoning your blouse, watching his pupils dilate as you exposed the lace of your bra. “Yeah, that’s it.” He reached out and ran his thumbs over your nipples, admiring them as they hardened under his touch. “So pretty,” he mumbled, tweaking them until they ached.

You whimpered, arching your back and  thrusting your chest further into his warm hands. “Steve, please,” you begged, letting your head loll back, “please fuck me.”

That deep, cocky chuckle rumbled through his chest as he regarded you. “Damn, honey, you do know how to make a man feel good. Let me take care of you.”

Steve slipped his hands behind your back, deftly unhooking your bra and letting it drop down to the floor, forgotten. He bent his head to lick at one perfect nipple, rolling his tongue around the bud until it tightened, then sucking it sharply into his mouth. His other hand drifted down between your thighs, rubbing unceremoniously against the thick seam of your jeans with his long fingers.

“I can feel you,” he mumbled against your breast, “soaking fuckin’ wet.”

His words thrummed through you like live wires dancing across your skin. You felt absolutely electric, overstimulated, nerve endings sizzling wherever Steve touched you. Keening, you bucked against his hand, letting a breathless whisper tumble from your lips.

“‘S’all for you, Steve, my pussy’s ready just for you.”

Your filthy words spurred him on, a low, gritty laugh escaping him as he shoved you gently back on to your bed.

“God damn, honey, keep talkin’ like that and I’ll fuckin’ blow my load all over those beautiful tits.” He crawled over you, hovering there while he slowly unfastened your jeans and slid them down your legs, leaving you nearly bare in your bra and panties. Once he had you where he wanted you, he leaned back on his heels, running a hand appreciatively down your body.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re gorgeous?” 

You arched into his touch, his long fingers tracing over your throat, your breasts, your stomach, finally to the ache between your legs, where he dipped them under the elastic of your panties to tease at your heated folds. 

“That’s right baby, you are drenched, aren’t you?” His voice was soft, intimate, but his tone was rough with need. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, meeting his icy-blue gaze and nodding as touched you. “Yeah,” he continued, a smirk sliding across his lips, “that pussy’s all mine tonight, isn’t it? You gonna let me do whatever I want to you?”

“Yes,” you moaned, arching into his touch, urging his fingers to slip inside your soaked cunt. Steve obliged, sliding them inside you and curling them just right, hitting that sweet spot that made your pussy clench.

“God, that’s nice,” Steve murmured absently, staring down at the spot where his fingers disappeared inside you, “you got such a pretty pussy, honey. I bet it tastes sweet, too.”

He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean while you watched, his tongue dancing over the digits. You felt like you would burn up at the sight, right there in your bed, the flames of your raging fucking need for your partner to just fuck you, torching you right where you lay.

“God damn, I was right,” Steve smiled at you when your essence was cleaned from his hand. “Now I’m gonna eat that pussy while you lay there for me, okay? You gonna be my good little whore and cum on my fuckin’ tongue?”

You whined in response, writhing your hips involuntarily, seeking out the friction you needed. Steve placed a large palm against you, fingers splayed against the softness of your lower belly while his palm pressed firmly on your clit. A whine left your throat at his touch.

“Fuck me, honey,” he swore, “those pretty sounds make me want to get inside you.” Looking down at his hand, he contemplated his next move while you waited breathlessly. His eyes flicked up to yours, pupils blown out in anticipation. You let your hand drift to his lap, once again roughly massaging his dick through his jeans and feeling a victorious surge of arousal when his own groan cut through the silence, long and low and deep. 

In a flash, Steve moved away from you to stand next to the bed, tearing off his pants and boxers to reveal his cock bobbing proudly against his lower abdomen. The slick spot of precum trailing from the tip had you licking your lips hungrily; as much as you wanted him buried deep inside your pussy, you’d take him down your throat again, too.

“You’re gonna have to wait,” he warned, dropping to his knees and pulling you to the edge, “I’ve been thinking about gettin’ my mouth on this pussy for months.” 

With that, he dove in, licking a long, hot stripe from your soaking folds to your clit, then again and again, urging you toward your release. His tongue pressed just right against you, earning cries and moans that spurred him on more.

“God, you taste good,” Steve mumbled against your skin, alternating long and slow licks with quick flicks of his tongues, praise and filthy declarations falling from his lips as he worked you.

“That’s right, honey, you’re such a good girl, lettin’ me taste you like this.” He wrapped his lips around your clit for effect and sucked lightly, the sensation nearly sending your body off the bed in blinding ecstasy. “Yeah, that’s right,” he whispered against your swollen bud, “you’re gonna cum for me right? Right here in my mouth? ‘Cause I’d sure like to drink you up . . .”

He returned to sucking you, applying just the right amount of pressure to get you off, and slid three fingers into your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, Steve!” you cried, arching your back off the bed. You heard his low laugh from between your legs. 

“You’re gettin’ close, aren’t you, honey?”

“Mmmhmmm.” You were beyond words now, unable to form a coherent response at the onslaught of Steve’s mouth and fingers working you. His tongue was magical, sucking and licking you just right, as if he somehow knew exactly how to get you to shatter. You felt that sweet, electric heat start to spiral right from your pussy throughout your body, your limbs growing tense at your nearing release.

“Fuck, Steve - fuck - right there, yes,” you babbled, words tumbling from your lips as your climax roared through you. You cried out, again, over and over, relishing the feeling of your lips circling the sound of his name, and he stayed with you through it all, licking and moaning as you flooded his senses with your delicious orgasm. 

Steve pressed his face against you, lapping your cum as it trickled over his fingers. It was almost enough to make him cum, right there between your legs, his mustache and chin drenched. 

“My god,” Steve uttered once you had come down from your high, trailing his tongue lazily up your slit again to capture anything he’d missed, “you taste better than I could have imagined, honey.” He pressed a kiss against your inner thigh before rising from the floor and flopping beside you on the bed. 

“C’mere,” he pulled you over to roll on top of him, watching you with hungry eyes as you settled your still-aching core over his pulsing cock. “You’re beautiful,” he said, almost reverently, reaching up to brush a thumb over your nipple. Smiling bashfully, you rolled your hips slowly against his cock, the tip nudging your entrance on each pass. 

“I want you inside me,” you whispered down at him, smiling softly at the glazed, sexed-out look in his eyes.

“Nothin’ I want more,” he smirked, guiding you up so that he could hold himself in place, a low groan escaping him as your pussy swallowed his dick inch by inch.

“Fuck, honey.”

You began to move, slowly, your pussy clenching against him on every stroke. He felt better than you thought possible, like you were made just to take him like this. 

“Steve,” you whimpered, your pace quickening already, the sensation of him sliding over your g-spot bringing you closer and closer to your climax. 

“What do you need, baby? Tell me,” he urged his big hands resting against your hips, helping you move against him. Unable to express what you needed in words, you planted your hands against his chest and rolled your hips down roughly, taking him as deep as possible so that you could feel every delicious inch of him.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last long," Steve breathed, hips rising to meet yours. "So pretty, so perfect," he mumbled, "wanna just fuckin' make you feel good."

"God, you are," you sighed, bending over to kiss Steve softly. He responded eagerly, his mouth slanting against yours, tongues tangling languidly. You felt that fire building throughout your body and moved faster, harder, his hands gripping the flesh of your ass to help slam you down on his cock.

You sat up straight again, your fingers traveling down to where you were joined and rubbing tight circles on your clit. Steve watched, open-mouthed, as you helped him bring you to the brink.

"Touch that pussy, honey," he ground out, his own thrusts becoming sloppy. His balls tightened and he pushed his fingers against yours, both of you sliding through your slick to stimulate your clit. "Fuck, I'm gonna come soon," he growled, "need to you tell me where, pretty girl."

Your cunt clenched around Steve, your orgasm sparking down your spine, lightning heat growing low in your belly. 

“FIll me up,” you managed to moan, bright white flashing behind your eyes as you came around his cock, hard, your release soaking the coarse blond curls beneath your pussy.

Steve groaned, his dick locked in your grip. He managed to thrust once more up into you before his own orgasm tore through him. Pressing you down against him in a bruising grip, Steve let your pussy milk his cock, jets of cum pulsing up into you.

He groaned through his release, a whine in the back of his throat sending you over the edge again. You whimpered, head thrown back, your fingers tangled with Steve’s where they clutched your hips. 

Reaching up, Steve cupped the back of your head and brought you down to him in a searing kiss, your breasts pressed against the sheen of sweat coating his chest. His tongue twisted with yours, devouring your mouth possessively. 

“You’re fuckin’ amazing, honey,” he whispered roughly, breaking the kiss you rest his forehead against yours. Gently, he rolled you over so that you were tucked under him, his cock still seated deep inside of you. He kissed you again, deeply, sweetly, his hand coming down to cup your cheek.

Despite being bone-tired, you responded eagerly, letting your own fingers twist in his hair. Your cunt clenched around his length, now hardening again. Rolling your hips experimentally, you broke away and grinned up at him.

“You wanna try again?”

Steve smirked above you, a roll of his blue eyes making you giggle. “You just don’t know when to fuckin’ stop, do you?” His forearms rested on either side of your head, his mouth hovering over yours.

“I thought you said ‘just this once,’” Steve teased, his lips brushing against yours. 

Your stomach gave an odd flip as you looked up at him, that cocky smile lighting up something warm inside you. Offering a little shrug, you responded with a smile.

“I just think you can do better.”

[missymurphy1985]

Dirty Little Secret (Cillian Murphy One Shot)

Warning - slight BDSM / Kinky Smut / mentions of cheating (kinda..)

Cillian Murphy needs to be dominated, and there's only one woman that can do it right...

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Settling yourself into the chair in the darkest corner of the room, you waited patiently.

The door opened and your client entered the room without a word. That was the agreement - no small talk. He looked a little awkward, but you knew within ten minutes he'd loosen up.

"Good evening Mr Murphy," you smiled. Your red lips were all he could see of you, the light from the lamp carefully placed to only reveal your lips for now. The rest of you camouflaged by the darkness.

"Strip, lie down, close your eyes." You ordered

He complied in complete silence, stripping his lean, muscular body of his clothing and lay on the black leather recliner, his hands behind his head, eye closed tight.

You took a soft silk scarf from your bag and placed it carefully over his eyes, tying a knot at the side of his head, an audible gasp leaving his lips at the contact of your fingers against his skin.

"Have you done as I asked?" You whispered in his ear, smiling at the way his body tensed as your breath fanned over his neck.

"Yes..."

"You haven't touched yourself, not even once..."

"All week, like you asked."

You glanced down at his cock, now rock hard and upright, already leaking. You believed him, especially as his breath hitched in his throat with each pulse of his cock.

"You have been a good boy..." Your fingers traced over the line of hair running from his belly button down his abdomen, stopping short of the base of his shaft. His abdomen flinched at the contact, you couldn't help the clench in your own core at the sight of him completely powerless, totally at your mercy.

"Remember the rules - you don't cum unless I say you can. If you do, there are penalties in place. Do you need reminding what they are?"

"No, I remember..." He was gripping the sides of the recliner so hard now his knuckles were white.

"What's your safe word?"

"Y-Yellow..."

You stood at the side of the recliner, and traced the tip of your finger up his inner thigh. His whole body was trembling by the time you made it to his groin. Without warning, you gripped his shaft in your hand and gently began to pump him slowly, making his hips jerk and his vocal chords hiss.

"Oh you like that? You like my hand stroking your cock, up and down?"

"I do," he groaned, gritting his teeth as your hand moved a little quicker. You leaned over him, and allowed your tongue to brush lightly over the tip of his cock.

"Let me, please.."

"Let you what?"

"Let me cum in your mouth," he gasped, his breath ragged, his legs shaking.

"No..." You grinned, before sinking your mouth over his shaft, long strokes of your lips up and down, your tongue circling the thick head of his cock.

"F-fuck... Holy shit that's it... Please..." He writhed on the bed underneath you, keeping his hands gripped to the sides of the recliner. He wasn't allowed to touch you without permission, another rule.

You decided to play him a little, just for your own amusement. You felt his shaft pulsate, knowing he was close. Just at the moment his balls tensed you lifted your mouth off him.

"The fuck?!" He cried, feeling his much needed orgasm so close before you snatched it away.

"I told you, you don't cum until I say you can," you grinned, before enveloping your mouth over him again, relaxing your throat muscles to take him all the way down. Your lips at the base of his cock as he began to thrust upwards into you. Within seconds, you felt the first spurts of his cum hit the back of your throat, a deep groan coming from his lips.

Swallowing what you could, you lifted off him, smiling to see his cock still semi hard even after loading your mouth with his seed.

"Tastes so good... But I don't remember giving you permission," You sighed, swallowing down the last drops on your lips with a grin. You picked up a long leather whip from under the recliner.

"Naughty boy, Mr Murphy. You don't need reminding of the rules do you?"

He had no words, the force of his orgasm still flowing through his veins, his chest lifting up and down, taking deep breaths as he came down from his high.

The crack of the whip against his thigh made him groan deeply, his cock twitching back to full erection quickly. The head visibly throbbing.

"Answer me." You demanded.

"N-no, I'm sorry," he bit his lip. You lowered the recliner down, his head now level with your groin. You moved to where his head lay, and lifted your dress. Lifting your leg over him to straddlle his face. He groaned at the scent of you, the blindfold blocking his view but he knew it was there.

"You understand what you must do?"

"Yes ma'am, I do."

"And why must you do this?"

"Because I came without permission," he gasped, your thighs clamping either side of his face. Lowering yourself down, you felt his lips against your folds and held back the groan you wanted so desperately to release.

"You have 5 minutes to make me cum, Mr Murphy. If I don't cum in 5 minutes or less, you don't cum again tonight. I will give no indication as to how close I may or may not be. You keep going until the 5 minutes are up. Do you understand?"

"Mhmm..."

You cracked the whip against his taut stomach muscles.

"Words!"

"Yes I understand."

"Good boy..."

"Can I touch you?"

"Just your mouth."

You lowered down onto his waiting tongue and checked the time. He had until 8:55pm. Closing your eyes, you felt the licks of his tongue over your folds, searching. He found it, but you remained completely silent, resisting the temptation to grind against his face. You bit your lip, and knew this wouldn't take long - you were soaked, you juices coating his lips and chin.

His tongue circled your clit expertly, pressing powerfully into it, knowing he didn't have much time. The tightly wound coil in your abdomen was quickly unravelling. He took your clit between his lips and sucked against it, you had to fight to stop yourself from crying out from the sheer pleasure coursing through you. Feeling your orgasm fast approaching, you no longer cared about the time. You'd occasionally stroke the end of the whip over his hair, behind you over his chest and stomach. You stayed as silent as possible - not easy with his skilled tongue sending stars into your vision.

He groaned into your clit, the vibrations sending you over the edge. Your orgasm rocked through you as he continued his assault on your throbbing clit, your walls pulsating the white hot release out of you and onto his cheeks, his tongue lapping up everything you gave him like it was his last meal.

Once your breathing had come back to normal, you glanced at the time. 8:53pm - a new record.

"You've earned the removal of your blindfold."

You untied it, and raised the recliner back up to normal level again. You moved into the light so he could see you, and you couldn't help but smile as his eyes widened. All he'd seen of you were your red lips up to now.

The rest of your face covered by a black lace masquerade mask, your eyes shining in the dim light from the lamp in the corner. Your hair was loose around your face, at his request, and the outfit he sent you in advance was a perfect fit for your curves. A sleek, black satin floor length corset dress, with a slit up one thigh, your red lace suspenders visible under the slit. Your stilettos finished the look, along with elbow length black gloves to match the dress. He wanted burlesque-meets-red-carpet glamour, and you thought he'd done a good job with the outfit choice.

He clearly thought so too.

"Holy shit..." He gasped, looking at every inch of you, committing it all to memory.

"I bet your wife has never done this before for you?" You smirked. His eyebrows raised a little.

"No."

"You've asked though?"

"Once or twice."

"She always turned you down, didn't she? Said she was too nervous, too shy..."

"Yes..."

"Lucky for you, she isn't here right now, huh?"

He tried to answer but lost his voice as you suddenly pulled him off the recliner and stood him chest to chest against you.

"Time for you to do some work now," you winked, before lifting your dress up and turning around.

You bent over the chair you were sat on, wiggling your bare backside at him.

"May I touch you now?" He asked, his voice breaking slightly at the sight in front of him.

"You can do more than touch me. Take what you need - make sure to do a good job."

He chuckled a little and lined himself up against your waiting pussy, sliding in easily you were so wet. He groaned deeply as he bottomed out, his balls bouncing against your clit as he began to thrust himself deep into you.

"Oh yes... So tight..." He gasped, feeling your walls clamp down on him. His thrusts came a little harder, his hands roaming across your back up to your hair. Pulling it, snapping his hips harder and faster into you.

"Right there, that's it, right there!" You cried, unable to maintain the silent treatment any longer. He pounded your pussy with vigour now, revelling in the fact he'd broken your barrier down.

"You feel so fucking good, harder!!" You pulled the whip from under you and cracked it against his thigh again, making his hips piston like a steam train. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside with a passion you hadn't felt in a long time.

Your second orgasm came harder than the first, flooding his cock as you gripped the arms of the chair, flinging your head back and screaming to any god you could think of.

"Please... I need to... Please..." He panted, feeling your walls clamp him.

"Fill me up, cum inside me, do it now!" You begged, desperate to feel it line your walls as your orgasm powered through you.

Rope after rope of thick, warm cum flooded into you, adding to the powerful orgasm already coursing through you as you gripped the arms of the chair harder, waves of white hot heat flowing through your veins. A primal groan leaving him as he filled you up. The cocktail of both of your orgasms leaking down your thighs.

He pulled out slowly, turning the two of you round and sitting in the chair. He pulled you onto his lap, breaking the rules, and wrapped his arms around you.

You didn't complain, even when he lifted your chin and kissed you passionately. You returned the kiss, straddling his hips.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Fucking perfect Mrs Murphy."

"I wasn't sure if you'd find my note, thought I'd be waiting here for hours!"

"What, the one pinned to the fridge with my name in big green letters? Nah, babe. No idea how I'd have missed that."

"Been a long four months without you.."

"We have a lot of making up to do. Did you book this room for the whole night?"

"Yes, why?"

"Because I noticed a set of handcuffs under that recliner that my wrists are desperate to try on..."

[forever-rogue]

Bitter

A/N: Pain? Pain? Did someone ask for some pain? No? Well, here’s some pain anyways! No happy endings in sight! Enjoy! Xx (also very loosely based on the song Bitter!)

Pairing: Javier x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: language, light smut (18+ only!)

MASTERLIST

JAVIER MASTERLIST

»»————-　♡　————-««

He's here. Of course he is.

You were mildly surprised, but honestly, you'd have been more surprised if he'd skipped out. 

You clutched your glass of wine so tightly that it seemed to be a miracle that it didn't shatter into a thousand tiny little bits. Just like your heart had done. Because of him. Because of Javier.

You hated him. But in a sick and twisted way, all through how the universe seemed to work, you couldn't ever completely hate him. When you'd been good, you were good. Great even. But as soon as things turned sour, they'd gone bitter in a heartbeat. 

For a man that claimed he didn't do relationships, Javier Peña proved to be an excellent partner - a good friend, a caring lover, and a fun time. That was until he decided that relationships absolutely weren't his thing. Because everything had been a lie.

But maybe it had been you? 

Because for a man that claimed he didn't do relationships, he sure had liked it with you - until he didn't. Apparently he was willing to wager all of that again - or needed something else from someone else.

At least that's what you gleaned from the blonde that was hanging onto his arm and giggling at seemingly everything he said. It was enough to make you want to throw up then and there. 

You’d been at this silly little holiday party for long enough, you suddenly decided. Downing the rest of your wine, the slight buzz had set in but wasn’t enough to actually help to suppress your feelings, you resolved to make a few goodbyes and leave. Going home to an empty and dark apartment was better than staying here. 

“You might as well just shoot him,” Steve Murphy’s voice reached your ears and you tensed up before realizing who it was. The tall blonde was standing next to you, a drink in his own hand and a scowl on his face, “it’d be easier than glaring daggers all night.”

“Which is precisely why I’m leaving,” you took your empty flute and shoved it in his hand. You almost felt bad for snapping at him - almost. He’d been Javier’s partner and friend first and foremost, and although you’d come to know him as your own friend, it was still hard to separate the two of them. But he was a good man, and to be fair, he’d been almost as men to Javier as you had when it all went down. However, unlike you, he was stuck working with him. You were lucky enough to work for the CIA instead of the DEA, so you had the mercy of getting to easily avoid him.

“I’ve never seen her before,” he offered as if that was going to make everything better, “he’s probably-”

“I don’t care,” you insisted sharply, bitter venom lacing your words, “I really don’t, Steve. I just - I’m leaving.”

“Do you need me to-”

“I’m good,” you insisted. 

You were anything but. 

“Kid-”

“I’m good,” you repeated firmly as you pressed past him and headed for the exit of the stuffy hall. You didn’t even bother turning around to say goodbye to say or anything. You just wanted to get out of there and go home as quickly as possible. 

Fuck Javier Peña. Fuck him for making you fall in love with him, and fuck him for breaking you in one foul swoop. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

“You know, for someone that claims he’s not into the whole romantic relationship bullshit,” you grinned at Javi as you sat on his kitchen counter, swinging your legs back and forth as he prepared dinner, “you’re pretty good at it.”

“Hmm,” he mused as he took a sip of his beer before putting his hands on your thighs and stepping between your legs, “maybe your standards are too low, Dulzura.”

“Maybe you don’t give yourself enough credit,” you teased back, only to be silenced by Javier crashing his lips onto yours. You could already feel yourself melting into his touch, as his arms wrapped around your waist and yours around his neck, “Javi.”

Before things could go any further, the two of you were interrupted by a loud crackling from the pan. A heavy sigh left his lips as he pressed one more to your forehead before he turned back to the pan, “I will admit, I never thought I’d be here making you dinner.”

“Me specifically, or a woman in general?” you carded a hand through his dark locks before smirking at him.

“Both,” he admitted, “not a woman in general because like I said, fuck this romantic bullshit, and definitely not you, because we didn’t start on the best terms when you got here.”

“That was because you were an asshole,” you stuck out your tongue as he just laughed. 

“And you were a bitch,” you nodded at his assessment. Neither of you had been particularly kind to the other upon your first several encounters. Javier was stubborn and hard-headed, you were fierce with a lot to prove in a male dominated world. Opposites on an unwavering spectrum, and yet more alike than either of you cared to admit. That's probably why you'd both been at each other's throats time and time again - you insisted he was a chauvinistic pig; he swore you were an ice queen that just hated everyone.

One thing had led to another and eventually there was a singular moment that broke the proverbial camel's back. It had been a quiet evening with both of you trying to get work done that had led you to say something to Javier to which he had responded with a simple, but calculated, uh huh honey. 

You couldn't even respond with any words, funding yourself utterly unable, before you grabbed the collar of his slightly too tight pink button up and crashing your lips fiercely onto his. He'd responded in kind - eager and more than willing.

That night, which you'd both sworn up and down would be a one time thing, quickly turned into more. More turned into Javier dropping his nighttime visits to the brothels, and focusing on you. More had turned into this.

"I don't think we've really changed," you admitted as you reached for his beer and downed the rest of it in one go with a wicked smirk, "I think we've just come to realize we're good together. In case you haven't noticed babe, I still have to put up with so much shit. Have some tits and men find it fitting to treat you like a piece of meat."

“You know if anyone ever does or says another thing to you, I’ll-”

“I know, Javier,” you promised with a noncommittal shrug of your shoulders, "I just want to be able to do things on my own and be respected. Just like you and Steve and all the other men are."

"You outshine them all easily," he set the spoon down on the edge of the pot, crossing his arms over his broad chest, "they're idiots. You're not - never forget that."

"How very sweet," you rolled your eyes playfully at his dramatic words but you knew he was truthful, "a model boyfriend. You're better at this whole thing than you give yourself credit for."

"Yeah yeah,"  he snorted as he flipped you off, "don't get used to it - or tell anyone. Just for you, Dulzura."

"Don't worry, baby," you shot him a cheeky wink, "our little secret for now."

»»————-　♡　————-««

The door to your apartment was thrown open in anger as you stumbled in, trying to contain your tears of anger. Stumbling over your own feet, you kicked off your heels and cursed them before slamming the door shut and locking it. You weren’t drunk, nowhere near drunk to be honest, but gods did you wish you were. Anything to get the persistent thought of him out of your mind. 

He was the one that fucking cheated, and yet here you were, the one that was suffering. All while he seemed to be having the time of his life. 

A heavy sigh escaped past chapped lips as you dragged yourself to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer. One look at the label caused you to audibly groan - even it had to remind you of him. It was his favorite kind, left over from one of the many times he’d brought take out and beer over for an easy dinner after a long day. 

Throwing it into the sink, the bottle shattered and the golden liquid rushed down the drain as you only cried harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You shouldn’t still care this much. But that was the root of the problem - you did care. Because you’d loved him, fully and completely and thought he loved you too. A silly, foolish thought. 

Dragging yourself to the couch, you flopped onto your back and covered your wet eyes with the back of your arm as you tried to calm yourself. But it only worked momentarily as you remembered all the times you’d been with him on this couch. 

How he’d pull you into his lap, and kiss you until you were both breathless. How he’d fuck you after a long hard day, coming in to find you ready and waiting for him. How he’d lay down and watch television with you next to him, a messy tangle of limbs and lips. 

How he’d said I love you for the first time on this very couch.

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Javi,” your moan was like the sweetest music in his ear as he leaned down to pepper kisses along your neck and jaw. Your arms wrapped around him like a vice grip as you held his body close to yours while he thrusted into you, “right there, please. Yes.”

"I've got you, baby," he whispered as he dragged his tongue along your collarbone, continuing to meet the roll of your hips with slow thrusts, "you feel so fucking perfect."

"Right there," your eyes squeezed shut as your toes started to curl and your vision became hazy. That familiar warmth of your release washed over your whole body, "Javier."

"Fuck, Dulzura," he dropped his head and rested it in the crook of your shoulder as he felt your walls tighten around him. He moaned in your ear, low and sultry, as your huffed him to your body, "I- fuck - I love you."

And just like that it felt your whole world suddenly stopped. Your eyes snapped wide open as you tried to figure out if what you thought he said was actually said or if it was made up in your mind. But as you met his dark eyes, there was a nervous, panicked look in them. Clearly he hadn't meant to say them out loud.

"Javier?" you reached up and touched his cheek before gently brushing away a stray lock of hair. He keened into your touch as it was enough to push him over the edge and he spilled inside of you. He all but collapsed on you, suddenly boneless, the magnitude of his words not lost on him, "did you mean it? I-I don't want to hear it unless you mean it."

And then it was silent for a few moments as you tried to catch your breath.

"Yes," he finally broke the tension and slowly lifted off you. Pulling out in one fluid motion, he sat back on the couch and pulled you into his lap, "I fucking mean it. I've never said it like this before to anyone, but fuck if I don't mean it."

"Javier,” you leaned and crashed your lips against, hungry and wanting, just as needy as before he fucked you senseless. It was messy and hard, both of you fighting for dominance as his large hand found the back of your neck and he held you close to him, “you’re an asshole. But I love you too.”

“Dulzura,” his hands found your bum as he gave it a firm a squeeze and caused you to grind against him, causing him to moan into your mouth, “fuck me.”

“I plan on it,” you whispered with a smirk on your face as he practically melted into your touch.

»»————-　♡　————-««

You slid off the couch in a fit of your own tears and choked back sobs. How could you fall for such a lie; you felt so stupid, so dumb, so used. You worked for the fucking CIA, you should have been able to spot a lie from a mile away.  But this one, the one right in front of your face, whispered to you during an intimate and sacred moment, had blindsided you and played you for a fool. 

Javier Peña was a fucking liar. He did it for a living half the time; why should this have been any different? Apparently they weren’t. You were just another way for Javier to have control over something and get his pent up anger and energy. 

He had moved on, so easily, so effortlessly, all while you were here, falling apart. You’d never let someone in like this before, had never opened up to someone so fully and completely. 

This was a prime example of why you didn’t.

You pulled yourself up from the floor and wiped at your teary eyes and snotty nose and dragged yourself to the bedroom. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

“What are you thinking about, Dulzura?” his voice was still thick with sleep as he draped an arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest. You made a small sound of delighted surprise, but your eyes were still firmly closed. It was early still and the dawn’s morning light was just beginning to filter in through your sheer curtains.

“‘M sleeping,” you insisted groggily, barely able to contain your giggles as he pressed kisses to your shoulder. 

“Bullshit,” he whispered as you huffed in jest. He could always read you like a book; the truth was that you’d been up for some time, eyes closed as a million thoughts ran through your mind, “you’re much too quiet to be asleep.”

“You realize what you’ve said is an oxymoron, right?”

“When applied to normal people yes, but with you - no,” he called out completely and you slowly turned around so you were facing him. He was right - you tended to make some sort of noises or sounds as you slept. The fact that it was dead silent was a giveaway, “dime, Cariño.”

“It’s nothing important, Javi,” you insisted as you rested your head next to his on the soft pillow. He sighed dramatically as he traced aimless shapes into your back, his fingers surprisingly soft and warm, “in the chaos that are our lives, it’s absolutely trivial and silly.”

“I like trivial and silly - I like you,” he insisted as his soft brown eyes studied yours, “out with it, or it’ll kill me all day, baby.”

“I was just thinking about this,” you pointed to his body and yours, “us. What are we doing? What’ll happen to us when all of this is over and we can be...normal?”

“What do you want to happen?”

“I asked you first, asshole,” you laughed as he kissed your forehead, “I like this - us - but if this is all that there’s ever going to be, I kind of want to know that too.”

“What do you want?” he asked, suddenly adopting a serious, “do you want this? If you want this...I want this too.”

“Javier,” reaching up slowly, you placed a gentle hand on his cheek as you watched him for a few moments before placing a chaste kiss to his plush lips, “I want this...I want you. I’m all in.”

“I know it probably doesn’t seem like much, but you have me,” he promised, and you could feel yourself practically melting into him, “that much you never have to question.”

“I love you,” you whispered before closing your eyes and let him pull against him as you left call you back, “I mean it, Javier. I didn’t think I ever would love anyone, especially not you, but it’s true.”

“I love you too, Dulzura.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

It was all a fucking lie. Your chest rose and fell in anger as you grabbed the few pictures you had of yourself and Javier off of your dresser and smashed them onto the floor. The bed sheets were next, including the pillows that seemed to be doomed to smell like him for all eternity. Everything went into an angry messy pillow on the floor as you trembled with anger and upset exhaustion. 

“Oh god,” you whispered in a choked sob to yourself as you buried your face in your hands. How could it hurt this fucking much? All because of one man. 

Because you loved him so fucking much it made your heart physically ache. Because you loved him with every fiber of your being, Because you had loved him fully and fallen for every single pretty little word he offered you. Because you loved him completely and he had just dumped you as soon as you were no longer shiny and new. As soon as someone else caught his eye.

How easy it had been for him. All the while you had been an oblivious fool.

»»————-　♡　————-««

“I’m going to go and start laundry,” the basket under your arm was full with a combination of your clothes. Javier had been spending more and more time at your apartment, almost like he lived there. And it was all terribly natural; a domestic bliss that effortlessly fell into place. 

“Need a hand?” Javier was busy in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you. There was finally some down time and you’d collectively decided to have a lazy, quiet weekend in.

“I got it,” you promised as you opened the door to head to the laundry, “be back in a few.”

He made a small sound of acknowledgment as you left. You hummed to yourself as you walked down the stairs and into the deserted open, grabbing the first washer you saw. Pulling out the clothes one by one, you placed them in, but confusion quickly hit you. Javier’s work shirts had a...different smell to them. Frowning, you brought the pink button up to your nose and took a good whiff. Immediately, your heart started to pound in your chest as you realized that it most definitely wasn’t your perfume or his aftershave on it. 

Quickly tossing the offending article into the washer, you grabbed another shirt and smelled it again, only to find the same thing. That’s when you realized - those were both shirts he had been wearing on the nights he’d come home extremely late, long after you’d been in bed. 

A sense of dread and doom washed over you like a tidal wave as you abandoned everything and ran up the stairs to your apartment. You burst through the door and Javier jumped at the intrusion as he looked at you with a surprised look on his face, “is everything okay?”

“I don’t know, Javier,” there was a shake to your voice as you closed the door behind you and looked him dead in the eyes, refusing to look away, “tell me - is everything okay?”

“Dulzura-”

“Your shirts,” your voice cracked as you realized you were about to hear the inevitable. You felt like you already knew the truth, but hearing it from his own mouth was what you needed, “they don’t smell like you...o-o-or me. What happened to your shirts, Javier? And you don’t lie to me. Don’t you dare fucking lie to me.”

“If you have to ask, then you already know,” how easily he steeled himself as he set his spoon on the stove and turned off the pot. No emotion crossed his face as he started back at you with a neutral mask; Agent Pena was in full force, “look, dul - what do you want me to say?”

“Something? Anything?” tears had already pearled up and cascaded down your cheeks as you started at him in awe, “tell me you didn’t fucking cheat on me and you’re being this causal about this.”

“Then I won’t say it,” he whispered as he took a step closer, “because you already know.”

“You’re not even going to try and defend your actions?” you felt like this must have been some sort of hysterical joke at your expense. Everything was crumbling down around you and he didn’t even seem to care, “Javier, I love you - I’m….I’m in love with you. Y-you told me you loved me too...that you wanted this.”

“For someone that works for the CIA you're not very observant sometimes,” he shook his head as he took a long breath in and out, “look...I’m not going to try and defend my actions or lie to you. I needed the information you could provide to me so I could get a leg up on your little department. This is a messy game, chiquita, a messy game where you can’t trust anyone and you need to watch your every move. In this game, you win or you die, there’s no other way to look at it. You gave me what I needed, so I gave you what you needed.”

“A lie,” your mind was reeling as you tried to make sense of it all and his words crashed around your ears. None of this was ever real….it was all a lie, a horrid, painful lie. At your expense, “it never meant anything to you.”

“I care about you,” he insisted as you scoffed between your sobs, “and I do want to keep you safe. I just...you had more insight than I could have imagined. It was a good thing while it lasted, right? Why look at this as more than it was?”

“Because I love you!” you shouted at him, “because this was real to me! Because I imagined a life and a future with you. How could you do this? You could have just been honest with me…”

“We both know that never would have worked,” he laughed bitterly, “but think of all the good times, they were real at the time, weren’t they? You were happy…”

“While living a lie,” you reminded him, “it was never real. You never...you never loved me. I should have known that none of this ever meant anything to you.”

“Listen-”

“When would you have told me the truth?”

“Eventually,” he shrugged as he stared at his feet, “we’re not alloted this type of life, this romantic bullshit - we’re just not. You have to accept and move on.”

“Get out,” you couldn’t believe that every good thing in your life for the past year had been a lie. Who else had known? Who else was in on it?

“I will keep you safe,” he promised but you weren’t even sure if you could trust that much. When did his lies start and stop?

“I said get out,” you threw open the door and pointed at it for him to leave, “I never want to see you or hear your voice again. If I do, it will be too soon. I loved you, Javier. I really fucking did. I can’t believe I actually pictured a future with you. I can’t believe I thought I meant a goddamn thing to you. Get out and leave and don’t ever come back.”

“I-”

“Get out!” you screamed as you rushed down the hall to your bedroom and slammed the door closed. You collapsed onto the floor into a fitful, sobbing rage. You heard him igh heavily a few times before the sounds of his retreating footsteps reached your ears and he left, closing the door gently behind him. 

You felt like a fucking fool. Used and hurt and worst of  - heartbroken.

»»————-　♡　————-««

Examining the mess on your floor, you gave it a good kick before leaving the room and your apartment all together. You quickly ran outside and down the few blocks to Javier’s apartment, clutching at the spare key in your pocket. 

You could see that his lights were off, and he likely wouldn’t be home for sometime. You jogged up the stairs and let yourself into his place, sighing at the familiarity of it all. 

It looked exactly like it had the last time you’d been there. Pictures of the two of you were strewn through and you still found your clothes hanging in his closet.

Just like you had done at your own place, you smashed each picture on the floor, making sure it was all utterly destroyed. Your clothes were ripped to shreds and joined the glass rubble. It was probably wrong, probably too childish, but in the moment you didn’t care. Your entire love, your entire future had all been a lie. 

When you were satisfied with your handiwork, you threw the key on top of the pile and walked out, not even bothering to slam the door. You walked back home slowly, soaking in the sights and sounds of the city at night. It was calming - grounding even - usually. But tonight it failed completely. All you could focus on was your ragged breathing and the blood pounding in your ears. 

It all served as a singular reminder.

You were stupid, foolish, and dumb. And now - bitter. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

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[warped-historian]

Warped Tour, 2005

Dates:

June 18: Columbus, OH

June 19: Milwaukee, WI

June 21: Maryland Heights, MO

June 22: Bonner Springs, KS

June 24: Dallas, TX

June 25: Houston, TX

June 26: Selma, TX

June 28: Las Cruces, NM

June 29: Phoenix, AZ

June 30: San Diego, CA

July 1: Long Beach, CA

July 2: San Francisco, CA

July 3: Ventura, CA

July 4: Fresno, CA

July 6: Pomona, CA

July 7: Wheatland, CA

July 8: Nampa, ID

July 9: George, WA

July 10: Saint Helens, OR

July 12: Vancouver, BC

July 14: Calgary, AB

July 15: Bozeman, MT

July 16: Salt Lake City, UT

July 17: Denver, CO

July 20: Noblesville, IN

July 21: Cleveland, OH

July 22: Cincinnati, OH

July 23: Tinley Park, IL

July 24: Minneapolis, MN

July 26: Corfu, NY

July 28: Quebec, QC

July 29: Montreal, QC

July 30: Barrie, ON

July 31: Pontiac, MI

August 1: Burgettstown, PA

August 3: Atlanta, GA

August 4: Jacksonville, FL

August 5: Tampa, FL

August 6: Pompano Beach, FL

August 7: Orlando, FL

August 8: Charlotte, NC

August 9: Virginia Beach, VA

August 10: Bristow, VA

August 11: Scranton, PA

August 12: Camden, NJ

August 13: New York City, NY

August 14: Englishtown, NJ

August 15: Northampton, MA

Lineup:

Alexisonfire (Played 7/12-7/14)

Atreyu

Billy Idol (Played 7/6-7/8, 7/10, 7/16, 7/20, 7/22, 7/23)

The Dillinger Escape Plan (Played 7/26-8/1)

Fall Out Boy

Good Charlotte (Played 7/28)

Hawthorne Heights

My Chemical Romance

Relient K (Played 7/6-8/15)

Senses Fail

Simple Plan (Played 7/15-7/17)

The Starting Line

Story Of The Year (Played 8/3-8/15)

Thrice

The All-American Rejects (Played 6/18-7/10 and 7/15-7/26)

Avenged Sevenfold

Billy Talent (Played 7/12-7/14)

Dropkick Murphys

Gogol Bordello (Played 7/3-7/8 and 7/15-7/23)

Matchbook Romance

Mest (Played 7/4-8/15)

Millencolin (Played 7/28-8/14)

MxPx

No Use For A Name (Played 6/18-7/23)

The Offspring (Played 6/18-7/12 and 7/15-8/14)

Strung Out

The Suicide Machines (Played 7/31)

Transplants

The Bled

The Explosion (Played 6/18-7/17)

Funeral For A Friend (Played 7/20-8/15)

Horrorpops (Played 7/14)

Hot Rod Circuit (Played 8/3-8/15)

The Kinison (Played 7/20-8/15)

Mae (Played 7/20-8/15)

Motion City Soundtrack (Played 7/6-7/12 and 7/15-8/15)

Over It (Played 7/28-8/15)

Rufio (Played 7/2-7/12 and 7/15-7/17)

Reggie And The Full Effect (Played 7/7-8/15)

Saosin (Played 7/21-8/15)

Silverstein (Played 6/18-7/17)

Strike Anywhere (Played 6/18-7/2 and 7/14)

Tsunami Bomb (Played 6/18-7/1)

Underoath (Played 6/18-7/17 and 7/28-8/14)

The Unseen (Played 6/18-7/17)

The Academy Is... (Played 7/26-8/7)

The Actual (Played 6/18-6/30)

Amber Pacific (Played 7/20-8/1)

Another Damn Disappointment (Played 6/18-6/29 and 7/26-8/1)

ASG (Played 7/1-7/12, 7/15-7/17 and 8/3-8/15)

Bedouin Soundclash

Bleeding Through (Played 8/3-8/15)

The Briefs (Played 8/3-8/15)

The Dead 60s (Played 8/8-8/15)

Dorothy Sanchez (Played 7/20-8/1)

The Fight (Played 7/26-8/15)

From First To Last (Played 7/6-7/12 and 7/15-7/17)

Go Betty Go (Played 7/26-8/15)

Gratitude (Played 8/1-8/15)

Gym Class Heroes (Played 7/6-7/24)

Halifax (Played 7/6-7/24)

Hidden In Plain View (Played 6/18-7/17)

Horrorpops (Played 7/6-7/12 and 7/15-7/24)

Lost City Angels (Played 7/20-8/1)

The Matches (Played 6/18-7/17)

Near Miss (Played 7/24-7/31)

Opiate for the Masses (Played 7/14)

Plain White T's (Played 6/18-7/4)

The Riverboat Gamblers (Played 6/18-7/12, 7/15-7/24 and 8/3-8/15)

Rufio (Played 7/14)

Skindred (Played 7/20-7/24 and 8/8-8/15)

Stutterfly (Played 6/18-7/4)

Street Dogs (Played 8/3-8/15)

Throw Rag (Played 7/20-7/24, 8/1)

The Twenty Twos (Played 6/18-7/2)

Valient Thorr

A Change Of Pace (Played 7/16-7/30)

A Thorn For Every Heart (Played 8/1-8/15)

A Wilhelm Scream (Played 8/15)

Acceptance (Played 8/10-8/15)

Amber Pacific (Played 7/14)

Armor For Sleep (Played 6/18-7/17)

Before Today (Played 6/30)

Between Home And Serenity (Played 6/18-6/21)

Boys Night Out

Cartel (Played 7/31-8/1)

Darkest Hour (Played 8/13-8/15)

Day Two (Played 7/1-7/12 and 7/15-7/17)

Emery

From First To Last (Played 7/14)

The Fully Down (Played 7/14)

Gatsbys American Dream (Played 6/18-7/4)

Glory Of This (Played 8/7-8/9)

Greeley Estates

Hopesfall

June (Played 7/23-7/26)

The Junior Varsity (Played 7/20-7/22)

Mewithoutyou (Played 8/1)

Roses Are Red (Played 7/4-7/10)

Scary Kids Scaring Kids (Played 6/24-6/29 and 7/28-8/9)

So They Say (Played 6/18-6/22)

The Spill Canvas (Played 7/20-7/24)

This Day And Age (Played 8/10-8/15)

This Providence (Played 7/8-7/10)

Waking Ashland (Played 6/30-7/4)

The Working Title (Played 8/3-8/6)

Yesterday's Rising

A Change of Pace (Played 6/29)

A Thorn for Every Heart (Played 6/29-7/7)

A Wilhelm Scream (Played 7/20-7/30)

Aiden (Played 7/9)

As Tall As Lions (Played 7/26 and 8/1)

Big D and the Kids Table

Bleed the Dream

Circa Survive (Played 8/8-8/15)

EchoValve (Played 8/3-8/6)

Ethos Music Camp Band (Played 6/30-7/2)

The Feds (Played 6/18-6/28)

Her Candane (Played 7/16)

Kane Hodder (Played 7/8-7/18)

The Malcontents (Played 7/20)

Monty's Fan Club (Played 7/8-8/1 and 8/10-8/15)

Mr. Brown (Played 8/3-8/7)

Much the Same (Played 7/23)

My American Heart

Nonpoint (Played 8/3-8/9)

Opiate for the Masses

Poopan (Played 6/29-7/7)

The Receiving End Of Sirens (Played 6/18-6/28 and 8/1-8/15)

Sargent (Played 8/14)

Scary Kids Scaring Kids (Played 6/18-6/22)

The Silence (Played 6/29-7/7)

Slavic Souls Party (Played 8/11-8/12 and 8/14)

Sophomore (Played 6/22)

Split Habit (Played 7/21-7/24 and 7/28-7/30)

The Swellers (Played 7/21, 7/24)

Thin Dark Line (Played 7/26)

5 Stars For Failure (Played 7/24)

15 Minutes Late (Played 6/19)

5606 (Played 7/2)

A Day in Africa (Played 6/22)

A Day to Remember (Played 8/5)

A Sense of Belonging (Played 8/12)

A Textbook Tragedy (Played 7/12)

Abacus (Played 7/28)

Abbington (Played 6/22)

Acitone (Played 7/24)

Ahimsa Sunrise (Played 8/11)

Alivia (Played 7/14)

Amber Sky CA (Played 7/6)

Amora Savant (Played 6/19)

Animal Suit Driveby (Played 8/15)

Antagen (Played 7/1)

Ashwin (Played 8/8)

avarice.to.lace (Played 7/14)

The Awkward Romance (Played 8/3)

Bad Larry (Played 8/15)

The Belmonte Academy (Played 7/10)

Bennington (Played 6/25)

Bensin (Played 7/26)

Blank Logic (Played 7/4)

TheBleedingAlarm (Played 7/12)

BlueTurnsWhite (Played 7/10)

Boldtype (Played 7/17)

Brookside (Played 8/13)

Burning Bright (Played 7/23)

Camera (Played 7/4)

Carter Beats the Devil (Played 8/6)

Casual Drama (Played 7/15)

Catherine (Played 7/7)

Ceremonial Snips (Played 7/29)

Chasing Victory (Played 8/4)

The Classic Crime (Played 7/9)

ClearviewPA (Played 8/1)

Crane (Played 7/28)

Crashing By Design (Played 7/24)

Crooked Edge (Played 8/5)

Cute is What We Aim For (Played 7/26)

Danny Wynn and the Earthlings (Played 6/28)

Dead Letter Diaries (Played 7/1)

Dear Whoever (Played 7/10)

December Lies (Played 8/12)

Deciding Tonight (Played 8/13)

DelsonDrive (Played 7/29)

Divide the Day (Played 7/1)

Divine Endings (Played 8/9)

Don't Let Go (Played 6/29)

Drama Summer (Played 7/21)

Drawback (Played 7/26)

Drive By Romance (Played 6/24)

Dystalis (Played 7/20)

Exhaustra (Played 8/4)

Fall of Transition (Played 8/9)

Falling Closer (Played 7/10)

The Famed (Played 6/22)

Farewell (Played 8/8)

Farewell To Twilight (Played 6/19)

FATE (Played 7/7)

The Felix Culpa (Played 7/23)

Femme Fatality (Played 6/21)

FIAD (Played 8/9)

Finish the Fight (Played 6/28)

Fire At Will (Played 8/7)

Five Style Fist (Played 7/17)

Flight 409 (Played 7/4)

Flip the Switch (Played 7/7)

The Flipside (Played 6/24)

Fly By Night (Played 7/3)

Forever Changed (Played 8/7)

Four Alarm Fire (Played 7/1)

The Fully Down (Played 7/29)

Gas Can Pickup (Played 7/23)

The Ghost Cried Murder (Played 7/14)

Girl in a Coma (Played 6/26)

Glass Intrepid (Played 6/25)

Glory Nights (Played 7/12)

Gone Baby Gone (Played 8/15)

Haffo (Played 6/29)

Heavy Heavy Low Low (Played 7/2)

Heist At Hand (Played 6/25)

High Flight Society (Played 8/3)

The Hint (Played 8/10)

His Red Letters (Played 7/16)

Hit the Lights (Played 6/18)

House Of Heroes (Played 6/18)

In Camera (Played 7/16)

Inept (Played 7/23)

InMemory (Played 7/3)

Isadora (Played 8/1)

Ismada (Played 8/13)

Ject (Played 8/6)

The Josephine Love Letter (Played 6/22)

Junior Revolution (Played 7/22)

Kandace Ferrel and HeartsAcrossAmerica (Played 7/6)

Karmellas Game (Played 8/10)

Kid Innocence (Played 7/2)

Kill What I Adore (Played 6/18)

Langley (Played 7/8)

Larger Than Life (Played 6/30)

Last Tuesday (Played 8/11)

Lenore (Played 7/17)

Love Equals Death (Played 7/2)

Lowercase (Played 6/21)

Lucky For Nothing (Played 7/9)

Mercury Bullet (Played 7/4)

The Mercy League (Played 8/6)

Midnight Aria (Played 8/7)

The Mile After (Played 8/8)

Mint 6 Ten (Played 7/22)

Minus My Thoughts (Played 7/15)

Monet Madrid Madagascar (Played 7/21)

Moraine (Played 8/12)

MOTH (Played 7/22)

Motionless in White (Played 8/11)

My Hostage (Played 8/4)

My Life Story (Played 7/3)

The NAOS Project (Played 6/26)

National Product (Played 6/30)

Nikki Hurst (Played 7/12)

Novella (Played 6/21)

Off Track (Played 6/30)

One Amazing Kid (Played 8/8)

One For Hope (Played 6/28)

Otenki (Played 6/25)

Out of Options (Played 7/30)

Panic Division (Played 6/26)

Pensativa (Played 7/3)

The Pinstripes (Played 7/22)

The Pirkqlaters (Played 7/8)

Point One (Played 7/9)

Post Break Tragedy (Played 8/14)

Potty Mouth Society (Played 7/9)

Queen City Knights (Played 7/26)

Race the Sun (Played 8/9)

Radio (Played 8/6)

Ready to Fall (The Hydra Melody) (Played 6/26)

Red Knife Lottery (Played 6/19)

Red Lipstick Letter (Played 8/4)

Red Wire Morning (Played 7/6)

Redfield (Played 6/29)

Rottin Youth (Played 7/8)

Royden (Played 8/13)

Rushmore Academy (Played 6/21)

The Sainte Catherines (Played 7/29)

Saravain (Played 8/10)

The Scene (Played 6/18)

Select Start (Played 8/5)

Shift D (Played 7/30)

Shining Through (Played 6/30)

Sick City (Played 7/14)

Side Dish Sydney (Played 7/30)

Sleeper Set Sail (Played 7/30)

Sloppy Meateaters (Played 8/3)

Someday Never (Played 8/14)

Steal The Air (Played 8/14)

Straight Line Stitch (Played 8/3)

The Superspecs (Played 8/14)

Synthetic Elements (Played 7/17)

Take The Fall (Played 7/16)

The Temptation of Saint Anthony (Played 7/8)

This Awkward Silence (Played 7/21)

Throw the Fight (Played 7/24)

Tooth Fuzz (Played 7/21)

TraceMyVeins (Played 7/15)

Trackfighter (Played 7/7)

Tripleshot (Played 6/24)

Truly Changed (Played 8/7)

The Two Bit Terribles (Played 7/20)

Upper Class Trash (Played 8/5)

Uptown Stomp (Played 8/10)

Urinal Mints (Played 7/20)

Useed (Played 7/28)

Valencia (Played 8/12)

Vera Lynn (Played 6/29)

The Victory Year (Played 8/1)

The Waiting Room (Played 6/24)

We Are Lions (Played 7/6)

W.E.T. (Played 7/15)

WhenManMeetsHisMaker (Played 8/11)

Wings of Azrael (Played 8/1)

Your Name in Lights (Played 6/28)

Zox (Played 8/15)

33 West (Played 8/9)

A Void (Played 7/17)

Abrasive Wheels (Played 6/18-6/22)

Action Action (Played 8/4-8/6)

Adair (Played 6/21-6/22)

Adelphi (Played 8/9-8/10)

Adrenokrome (Played 7/3-7/4)

The A.K.A.'s (Played 7/23-7/26, 7/31-8/5 and 8/15)

Alucard (Played 7/31)

Amateur Musician's Fund (Played 7/30)

A.N.I.M.A.L. (Played 6/24-6/28)

The Art of Safecracking (Played 6/30-7/2)

Backside Slappy (Played 8/9)

Baghead (Played 8/11)

Bedlight for Blue Eyes (Played 6/18-6/19)

Beerzone (Played 8/11-8/14)

Bella Morte (Played 8/9)

Blackbird (Played 6/29)

Blue Sky Goodbye (Played 7/20)

Bob's Kitchen (Played 7/21-7/22)

Boink (Played 7/31)

Bombs Over Providence (Played 7/12-7/14 and 7/28-7/29)

Brain Failure (Played 8/8-8/11)

Brat Attack (Played 7/12-7/14)

Bricks For Shoulders (Played 7/21-7/22)

Brigands (Played 6/28)

Brutally Frank (Played 6/21)

Bullets and Octane (Played 6/30-7/3)

Burning Bright (Played 7/23)

Burns Out Bright (Played 8/8)

Butane (Played 7/23)

Buttonhead (Played 7/20)

Cartel (Played 8/3-8/4)

Cofelon (Played 7/17)

The Chaos Theory (Played 7/24)

Charlize (Played 7/17)

Chasing August (Played 8/8)

Chasing Victory (Played 8/3)

Chesterwhite and His Orchestra (Played 7/21-7/22)

Cigarette (Played 7/15-7/16)

Close to Home (Played 7/15-7/17)

Co-Exist (Played 7/4 and 7/7-7/8)

Comfortable For You (Played 7/2)

The Commercials (Played 7/21-7/22 and 7/26)

Coppermine (Played 6/21-6/22)

Corey Versus Corey (Played 6/24)

Closed For Mondays (Played 6/19)

Cranked Up! (Played 8/12)

Crush Luther (Played 7/28-7/30)

The Culling Song (Played 6/18)

Custom Made Scare (Played 7/3)

Damien's Day Out (Played 8/10)

Darkbuster (Played 8/10-8/11 and 8/13)

Day of Contempt (Played 7/4-7/7)

Daze (Played 7/26)

Deadbeat Romeo (Played 7/12-7/14)

Dead Poetic (Played 6/18)

Defiance of Authority (Played 8/8)

Defining Moment (Played 8/6)

DEK (Played 7/9)

Delux (Played 6/26)

Denver Harbor (Played 7/3 and 7/6)

Destruction Made Simple (Played 7/2-7/3 and 7/6)

Dexter Danger (Played 6/26)

The Dog and Everything (Played 7/21-7/22)

Diffs (Played 7/1-7/2)

The Disease (Played 8/8)

Disorient Express (Played 6/28)

Divided They Fall (Played 6/29)

DKLIMB (Played 8/4-8/6)

Down to Earth (Played 8/8 and 8/10)

Downtown Brown (Played 7/31)

Downtown Singapore (Played 8/10)

Dr. Neptune (Played 7/16-7/17)

The Drapes (Played 7/8)

Dub Trio (Played 8/13)

Echo Screen (Played 8/14)

Echovalve (Played 8/7-8/9)

The Eight Bucks Experiment (Played 7/17)

El Centro (Played 7/6)

El Pollo Diablo (Played 7/15)

The Escaped (Played 7/10)

E.W.I. (Played 7/9)

The Fabulous Rudies (Played 6/24-6/26)

Fail to Follow (Played 7/16)

Fakeknife (Played 8/14)

Fear Nuttin' Band (Played 8/9-8/15)

The Fenwicks (Played 8/4-8/6)

Fight Paris (Played 8/3)

Fight the Locals (Played 7/31)

The Firebird Band (Played 7/20 and 7/22)

Firecracker 500 (Played 7/6)

First on Mars (Played 8/1)

Five Minutes to Freedom (Played 6/30)

Flight 409 (Played 7/9)

Forever Changed (Played 8/4)

Forgetting April (Played 6/24)

Fred Savage & the Unbeatables (Played 7/24)

From There for Tomorrow (Played 8/4)

Fu Manchu (Played 7/1)

Fully Loaded (Played 7/15-7/16)

The Gasrats (Played 6/19)

G.F.I. (Played 7/8)

Gone All Summer (Played 7/23)

Grand Buffet (Played 8/12)

Grave for the Fireflies (Played 7/10)

Grayson Manor (Played 8/3)

Griz (Played 7/23-7/24)

Guff (Played 8/3)

He Is Legend (Played 8/3)

Hellogoodbye (Played 8/5-8/7)

Hence Reverie (Played 8/12 and 8/14)

Hidden By Authority (Played 7/2-7/3)

High Deafinition (Played 7/28-7/30)

Hitchers (Played 8/12-8/14)

Honchie (Played 6/25)

Hopesick (Played 8/5)

Hot Like (A) Robot (Played 7/20-7/22)

Hurry Up Offense (Played 8/1 and 8/11)

The Huxtables (Played 7/7-7/8

I Am the Avalanche (Played 7/26 and 8/13-8/15)

I Voted for Kodos (Played 6/19 and 6/22)

Idiom (Played 7/3-7/4)

illScarlett (Played 7/28-7/30)

In Memory (Played 7/1)

Inspect Her Gadget (Played 7/2, 7/4 and 7/7)

Introspect (Played 7/16)

Irradio (Played 7/6)

Issue 10 (Played 7/8)

It Dies Today (Played 8/11-8/13)

J4 (Played 6/24-6/29)

Jenoah (Played 6/19-6/22)

Jupiter Sunrise (Played 7/15)

Kaddisfly (Played 7/3, 7/7, 7/9-7/10 and 7/15)

Kairos (Played 8/1)

The Keep Always (Played 7/24)

The Know How (Played 7/20 and 7/22)

Last Great Hope (Played 8/7)

Like Yesterday (Played 7/26 and 8/13-8/15)

The Lingua Franca (Played 7/31)

The Look (Played 7/9-7/10 and 7/15)

Lorene Drive (Played 8/3-8/7)

Los Creepers (Played 7/7)

Los Furios (Played 7/12-7/14)

Los Kung-Fu Monkeys (Played 6/28-6/30)

Loser's Luck (Played 6/21-6/22)

Losing Team (Played 7/4)

Love Equals Death (Played 7/10)

The Lucky Stiffs (Played 7/7-7/9)

Ludo (Played 6/21)

The Madd Agents (Played 8/7)

The Mansfields (Played 7/17)

Maryz Eyez (Played 7/31)

Max Cady (Played 6/25)

Mentally Ill (Played 7/15)

The Miasmics (Played 8/9)

Midnight Aria (Played 8/4)

Mike Got Spiked (Played 7/28-7/30)

Mike Watt & Peter DiStefano (Played 6/30-7/4)

Milton (Played 7/21-7/22)

The Minor League (Played 7/31)

Minority (Played 6/24-6/26)

Morning Call (Played 7/12-7/14)

Most Precious Blood (Played 6/21-6/22)

Mourning Maxwell (Played 6/25-6/29)

Murdocks (Played 6/25)

My Finest Hour (Played 6/18)

My Former Self (Played 7/6 and 7/9)

My So-Called Band (Played 8/8)

Name Taken (Played 6/29-6/30)

Narcoleptic Youth (Played 6/30 and 7/3-7/6)

National Product (Played 7/1 and 7/15)

Near Miss (Played 7/20-7/23)

Neglected Superhero (Played 8/7)

Never the Better (Played 7/20)

No Name Charlies (Played 7/21-7/22)

The New Transit Direction (Played 7/16)

No Comply (Played 7/28-7/30)

Noise Attack (Played 7/2)

Notwithstanding (Played 7/24)

Nuts and Bolts (Played 8/4)

O'Doyle Rules (Played 6/24)

Off Track (Played 7/10)

One Eyed Jacks (Played 7/12-7/14)

OneWorldSolution (Played 7/7-7/8)

Onset of Effect (Played 6/28-6/29 and 7/1)

Open Hand (Played 6/18-6/19)

Ordinary K (Played 8/13)

Oreon (Played 7/20-7/22)

Outlett (Played 7/4)

The Paperdolls (Played 7/8)

PBM (Played 7/31)

Peachcake (Played 6/29)

Playing With Matches (Played 6/21)

Pluto Gang (Played 8/11)

The Preps (Played 8/1)

Preston (Played 7/16)

Protest the Hero (Played 7/12-7/14 and 7/30)

The Randies (Played 7/4-7/6)

The Real Deal (Played 7/28-7/30)

Remedy for Ruin (Played 7/26 and 8/13)

Robby Roadsteamer (Played 8/11 and 8/13-8/14)

Roses Are Red (Played 6/18-6/19)

Roundabout (Played 7/9)

Roundeye (Played 7/23)

Royden (Played 8/14)

Sakura (Played 7/20)

Same Day Service (Played 6/22-6/26)

Saving Verona (Played 7/17)

Say They Exist (Played 8/7)

Select Start (Played 8/4)

Seventh Echo (Played 6/18)

Shoreline (Played 7/23-7/24)

Silent Army (Played 7/15)

Simple & Supreem (Played 8/1)

Single File (PLayed 7/16-7/17

Singled Out (Played 6/29)

Six Hung Sprung (Played 6/21)

Skint (Played 7/16)

The Skulls (Played 6/30)

Sledgeback (Played 7/9)

So Abused (Played 7/8)

Somerset (Played 7/24)

Sophomore (Played 7/30)

Southcott (Played 7/26)

Split Fifty (Played 8/9-8/10 and 8/12)

Still Not Sexy (Played 7/23)

Stolen Babies (Played 6/30-7/2)

Straight Outta Junior High (Played 6/22)

Strawmen (Played 8/10)

The Stranger's Six (Played 6/30)

Subseven (Played 6/22-6/24)

Summerhero (Played 7/28-7/30)

Sunday Driver (Played 8/5-8/7)

Switchblade Kittens (Played 6/28)

Tanya Janca (Played 6/28)

Ten Second Epic (Played 7/12-7/14)

Third Estate (Played 7/26)

Third to None (Played 7/26)

Thirty3 (Played 7/10)

The Thornbirds (Played 7/10)

Through You (Played 8/5)

Tied For Second (Played 6/24)

Time Again (Played 7/1 and 7/7)

The Timmys (Played 7/23-7/24)

Tommy Coma (Played 8/11)

Tomorrows Too Late (Played 6/26)

Toothless George & His One Man Band (Played 8/1 and 8/12)

The Track Record (Played 8/8-8/10)

Transit War (Played 7/3)

Ultimate Power Duo (Played 7/12-7/14)

The Uncertain 5 (Played 6/18)

The Underwater (Played 8/12)

Unit F (Played 6/30 and 7/4-7/7)

Uptown (Played 6/29)

The Valley Arena (Played 6/30-7/2)

The Valley Kids (Played 6/28)

Versus the World (Played 7/4)

Waiting for Darryl (Played 7/8 and 7/10)

Waking Ashland (Played 7/1 and 7/9-7/10)

Walls of Jericho (Played 7/31-8/3)

Waving at Strangers (Played 8/3)

The Weakend (Played 7/31)

The Western Front (Played 6/19)

Westbound Train (Played 8/8-8/10)

Westshore (Played 8/6)

Who Needs Shoes? (Played 7/28-7/30)

Whole Wheat Bread (Played 8/5-8/7)

Wicked Wisdom (Played 7/10)

Witroy (Played 7/20)

Words Now Heard (Played 8/6-8/9)

Your Best Regret (Played 8/12)

Youthinasia (Played 7/28-7/30)

Zach Lost (Played 8/14)

Zero Syndrome (Played 6/25)

2 Mex (Played 6/29-7/10)

360 Degrees (Played 7/31)

Arcane (Played 6/18-6/28, 6/30-7/9, 7/12-7/28, 7/30-8/5 and 8/8-8/15)

Astronautalis (Played 6/24-7/7, 7/15, 8/3-8/7 and 8/13-8/15)

Asylum7 (Played 7/31)

Awol One (Played 6/29-7/10)

Bad Feathers (Played 6/18-6/22)

Blestenation (Played 8/8-8/15)

Bomb Sqwad (Played 8/8-8/9)

Braille (Played 7/10)

Breathless (Played 6/18-6/26, 7/1-7/2, 7/8-7/10 and 7/15-7/17)

Chief (Played 7/31)

The Chicharones (Played 7/3-7/15 and 7/20-7/24)

The Crest (Played 6/19)

Dark Starz (Played 6/18, 7/21 and 8/4-8/7)

Ecleptic Blue (Played 7/31)

Educated Consumers (Played 8/10)

Eibol N Knobs (Played 7/26, 8/8-8/11 and 8/13-8/15)

Eternia (Played 6/18-7/1, 7/3-7/22, 7/24-8/4, 8/6-8/8, 8/11 and 8/13-8/14)

Eye2Eye (Played 7/28-7/30)

Generik (Played 6/30)

Glue (Played 6/18-6/22, 7/20-7/24 and 7/31-8/1)

Greans (Played 6/18-6/28, 7/2-7/3, 7/14-7/17, 7/26, 8/3, 8/5-8/6 and 8/11)

Green Tara (Played 7/12)

GreySkul (Played 7/9-7/10)

Hangar 18 (Played 6/18-7/12 and 7/15-8/15)

Howl (Played 7/28-7/30)

Ismalia (Played 7/15-7/17, 7/24-7/26 and 8/1-8/3)

Joe Bean (Played 8/3)

Keith Concept featuring The Ketchup Samurai (Played 7/26)

Krush Unit - Solid Ground Reggae Band (Played 8/1 and 8/12)

Longshot (Played 7/16-7/23)

Ltoka (Played 7/4-7/7 and 7/16-7/17)

Minamina Goodsong (Played 8/1-8/7)

Mr. Brady (Played 6/30)

Mr. Dibbs (Played 7/20, 7/22 and 7/29)

Natives of the New Dawn (Played 6/18-6/22, 7/20-7/26 and 7/31)

Now On (Played 7/31)

Omni (Played 6/24-6/28)

One Be Lo (Played 6/21-6/29, 7/9-7/10, 7/28-8/5 and 8/7-8/10)

Paws (Played 7/12)

Phil Harmonic (Played 8/8-8/15)

Pigeon John (Played 7/1-7/2)

P.O.S (Played 7/24)

Psalm One (Played 7/20-7/24)

Q Unique (Played 8/9-8/15)

Quese I MC (Played 6/28-7/8 and 7/12-7/14)

Rachel Flood (Played 7/12)

Radiax (Played 8/13-8/15)

Red Tide (Played 8/6-8/7)

Roosevelt Franklin (Played 8/8-8/15)

Science Non Fiction (Played 8/4-8/7)

Shankhini (Played 7/30)

Sign1 (Played 7/31)

Solila (Played 8/4-8/7)

Subliminal Orphans (Played 8/12)

Tabularasa (Played 6/24-6/29)

Tasheer (Played 7/31)

TNA - Jam One (Played 7/23)

Verbal Kent (Played 7/23)

Xtra Credit B Girls (Played 6/25 and 8/5)

Brother Reade

Fivespeed

Lordz of Brooklyn

The Nillaz

Supreeme

8 Bit (Played 7/6)

Adrien and the Sickness (Played 6/26)

All or Nothing HC (Played 7/1-7/2, 7/7-7/8 and 7/16-7/17)

Allison Model One (Played 7/26, 8/11 and 8/15)

AlterBois (Played 8/12)

Anadies (Played 7/17)

Anti-Hero (Played 7/30)

The Applicators (Played 6/25-6/26)

Arden (Played 8/9)

Audio Dischordance (Played 8/8)

Beyond the Torchlight (Played 7/17)

Binky (Played 7/2)

Bogart (Played 7/14)

The Break Up (Played 7/4)

Calentura

Candy From Strangers (Played 7/10)

Careworm (Played 7/12)

Centric (Played 6/19)

Chumley's Toy (Played 8/4 and 8/6)

Con Amore (Played 8/14)

Curse of the Highride (Played 7/7)

Daimon (Played 6/28-6/29 and 7/1)

The Dead X's (Played 7/9)

Del Cielo (Played 8/9-8/10)

The Dents (Played 7/29)

Dirty Mary (Played 7/15-7/17 and 7/21)

Dirty Pink (Played 7/16)

The Dollars (Played 7/23)

The Dollyrots (Played 8/4-8/6)

Dynamite 8 (Played 7/8)

Elsie Major (Played 8/10)

Fabulous Disaster (Played 7/2)

Fall River (Played 6/18)

Fallopian (Played 7/3)

The Ferals (Played 7/4)

The Feverfew (Played 8/14)

Five Star Affair (Played 7/14)

Flyleaf (Played 6/22)

Full Minute of Mercury (Played 8/8 and 8/10)

GDB (Played 7/16)

Gina Young

Girl in a Coma (Played 6/22-6/24)

GirlParts (Played 8/3 and 8/8)

The Green Lady Killers (Played 6/28-6/29)

Handcuffs and Heels (Played 7/31)

Hidden (Played 7/6)

Hydraulic Sandwich (Played 8/15)

Jaymie Gerard (Played 8/14)

Jen Urban and the Box (Played 8/13)

Jerra (Played 6/30, 7/3 and 7/8-7/10)

The Juliet Dagger (Played 7/26 and 8/1)

Jungii (Played 7/26)

Keen (Played 7/8)

Kievan Rus (Played 7/21 and 7/26)

Killbourne (Played 7/12-7/14)

Lady Unluck (Played 8/13 and 8/15)

Ladymilk (Played 7/30)

Last To Fall (Played 7/9)

Leaving The Scene (Played 7/10 and 7/15)

Lia Fail (Played 6/29-6/30 and 7/7)

The Lorrainas (Played 7/31-8/1)

Lourds (Played 8/13)

Mad Marge and The Stone Cutters (Played 7/3-7/4)

Midway (Played 7/6 and 7/23-7/24)

Miss Pie (Played 6/21 and 8/4-8/8)

The Misses (Played 6/21)

The Motorpsychos (Played 7/31-8/1)

Mr. Guy and a Few Good Men (Played 7/22)

Naked Aggression (Played 7/6)

New Years Day (Played 7/3)

One Way Letter (Played 8/3)

Ouija Radio (Played 7/24)

Overated (Played 6/18)

Paramore (Played 7/22-7/26, 8/3-8/7 and 8/9-8/10)

Pretty In Stereo (Played 7/1)

Princess Riot (Played 7/28)

Punk Bunny (Played 7/1)

The Rabits (Played 7/21)

Rachel Jacobs (Played 8/9)

Rachel Kann (Played 7/3)

Raging Hormones (Played 6/22)

Rags To Bitches (Played 7/29)

Ramona Quimby (Played 8/5 and 8/7)

The Red Flecks (Played 7/22)

Red Knife Lottery (Played 6/19 and 7/24)

Revenge of the Bad Apples (Played 6/24-6/25)

The Rumours (Played 7/12)

The Sadder Days (Played 7/4)

Secret Cervix (Played 8/11 and 8/14)

Shall We Dance (Played 6/21)

Sherry (Played 7/28)

Shiragirl

The Shocker (Played 7/2 and 8/9-8/14)

Side Effects (Played 8/11-8/12)

So Unloved (Played 6/26-6/28)

Sputterdoll (Played 7/2)

Sugarpuss (Played 6/30-7/1)

Sunset Grey (Played 6/24-6/25)

The Swear (Played 8/3)

TamarKali (Played 7/28)

TAT (Played 8/12-8/15)

Traeh (Played 6/30)

Tuuli (Played 7/30)

Two Bit Terribles (Played 7/20)

Unsensored (Played 7/29)

Velvet Fury (Played 7/7)

What The Kids Want (Played 7/20)

All Too Much (Played 6/29)

The Dames (Played 6/29)

John Denvers Last Flight (Played 6/29)

Johnny Blood & The Transfusions (Played 6/29)

Line of Fire (Played 6/29)

The Revenge (Played 6/29)

Sigma (Played 6/29)

Swing Ding Amigos (Played 6/29)

33 West (Played 8/8 and 8/10)

A Wilhelm SCream (Played 8/9-8/14)

AKA (Played 8/6)

Body Part Trophy Case (Played 8/11)

Break the Silence (Played 8/4-8/7)

Crash and Burn (Played 8/11-8/14)

Deagle (Played 8/4)

Driving East (Played 8/9)

The Esoteric (Played 8/4-8/14)

Fall of Transition (Played 8/7 and 8/10)

Flat Stanley (Played 8/5)

High Speed Chase (Played 8/14)

It Starts Today (Played 8/4-8/7)

Just R Luck (Played 8/8)

Last Great Hope (Played 8/5)

Longspur (Played 8/4-8/14)

Mourningstar (Played 8/4)

New Crash Position (Played 8/4-8/7)

None More Black (Played 8/12)

The Ratchets (Played 8/12-8/14)

River City High (Played 8/8-8/11)

Rude Buddha (Played 8/9)

The Spacepimps (Played 8/11)

Split Fifty (Played 8/4-8/14)

Stradlatter (Played 8/13)

Time Tells All (Played 8/10)

[hopelikethemoon]

Inspiration (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Inspiration Rating: Explicit  Length: 3400 Warnings: Smut (female masturbation, vibrator, multiple orgasms, watching someone masturbate, a hand job of sorts, teasing a cock with a vibrator, actual sex)  Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set in an unspecified period of 1995. This is pure smut, without plot. Enjoy! Summary: Reader can’t stop thinking about Javier. 

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You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip as you sank back against the pillows. You grabbed one, drawing it to your face and inhaling deeply. You could smell Javier on the pillow; his aftershave, his shampoo, that scent that was very much just him. You had started the morning face down in that pillow, trying not to scream while he slammed into you. There were still marks on your hips from how tightly he’d gripped at you. 

It should’ve been enough to satisfy you. It had been the perfect way to start the day. But instead you had sat at work thinking about him all day. You got everything done. Work didn’t suffer because you hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about Javier pounding you into the mattress. 

Despite knowing that he wouldn’t be home when you got home, you were still disappointed when you came home to an empty condo. It was Friday ⁠— Steve was off and the boys spent the afternoon drinking in the Murphy’s backyard. Javier wouldn’t be home until closer to seven. At least Olivia and Josie were having a sleepover. 

You reached beside you on the bed and grabbed the vibrator you’d bought a few months back. It wasn’t Javi, but it would do in a pinch. You just wanted to take the edge off until he got home. You just needed to fucking come and maybe then you could be a productive member of society this weekend. 

You sat the vibrator back down beside you so you could shimmy out of your underwear, tossing them over the side of the bed. You sat up, unclasping your bra and letting it land somewhere on the floor. A content sigh escaped you as you brushed your fingers over your collarbone, eyes fluttering closed as you pictured Javier. 

Who else were you going to picture? 

Fuck, you still remembered the first time Javi had popped into your head in a situation just like this one. Alone in your apartment in Colombia. You could’ve called your boyfriend, but no… it was easier to get yourself off thinking about what Javier’s mustache would feel like between your thighs. 

Focus. 

You exhaled deeply as you cupped your breasts, dragging your thumbs over the peaks of your nipples. A quiet moan escaped you, as you thought of Javier’s hands. They were larger than yours, rougher too. You always loved the way they felt against your skin, the way he’d always find a reason to touch you. 

Your right hand abandoned your breast, wandering down your stomach towards your navel. “Please.” You whispered, picturing Javier settling down between your thighs. That shit-eating grin of his as he looked up at you. 

You brushed your fingers along your inner thigh, featherlight touches over the marks he’d left on your skin that morning. You spread your legs wider, arching your back as you parted your slick folds, dragging your finger over your aching flesh. You’d spent all day wanting relief.

Your mind wandered back to the first time you thought of Javier. The way you’d focused in on a memory of him licking his thumb. You really did love his fingers. He was very good at using them. 

Another moan escaped you as you circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to make fire burn in your lower belly. Still, you wished it was Javier between your thighs. You could picture it so clearly ⁠— Javier’s breath dancing over your slick cunt, before he leaned in and put that mouth of his to good use. 

You released your breast, fumbling for the vibrator beside you. You switched it on, setting it to the second level before you replaced your finger with the toy. You inhaled sharply, lifting your hips off the mattress as you pressed the toy right against that little bundle of nerves.

You pulled it away, giving yourself a moment before you rested it against your clit again. Your lashes fluttered as you rolled your hips, heels pressing into the mattress  “Fuck.” You swore, pulling the vibrator away again just as you got yourself right to the edge. 

You reached up and palmed your breast, arching your back as you twisted the bottom of the toy, cranking the level up to five. You slid it between your folds, teasing yourself and trying to draw out the inevitable. You could feel the coil of desire twisting in your gut. You were winding yourself up, bringing yourself right to the edge. But you didn’t let yourself crest. Not yet. 

A throaty moan escaped you as you let the toy glance against your throbbing clit, a little wave of pleasure washing over you. Your back arched, your shoulders pressing back against the mattress. “Javi.” 

The sound of a low chuckle pulled you right out of your fantasy. “Shit!” 

“Hey, baby. Don’t stop on my account.” 

You blinked as you stared at Javier standing at the foot of the bed. “I didn’t even… When the hell did you get here?”

His brows rose upwards expectantly. “I said don’t stop on my account.” Javier traced his tongue over his bottom lip. His eyes raked downwards, settling between your thighs. “I’m just glad you were thinking of me, baby.” 

“I tried to get Antonio Banderas, but he was busy.” You taunted, picking the vibrator back up. “You sure you don’t want to join in?”

He shook his head, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “I'm enjoying the show. Is this what I miss out on when I’m not home?”

You laughed, grinning at him. “Not usually.”

“Special occasion?”

You sank back against the mattress, switching the setting to one. A gentle hum of vibration as you slid it between your folds, before circling it over your clit. “I think the occasion is…” You moaned softly. “You fucked me so good, all I could think about was your cock.”

The bed dipped as he sat down at the foot of the bed, his eyes still fixed between your thighs. “Yeah? That good, huh?”

“I don’t know how I got anything done today.” Your voice wavered as you pressed the tip of the vibrator against your clit. 

“Need help with that?” Javier questioned.

You smirked, stretching your leg out to nudge at his leg with your foot. “I’d love for you to help.” 

He leaned forward, adjusting the settings on the vibrator for you. You expected him to just switch it to two or three. What you didn’t expect was for him to switch it up to five and curl his fingers around your hand so you couldn’t pull it away. 

The orgasm you had been skirting around overtook you within seconds. 

You cried out, your back arching off the bed as your release pulsed through you. “Son of a bitch.” You hissed out, trying to pull the vibrator away from your clit, but he kept it securely in place. “Javi.” 

“That’s it, baby.” He drawled out, looking far too pleased with himself as his gaze flickered from between your thighs to your face. “Fuck, you look so good when you come, baby.” Javier bit down on his bottom lip as he looked back down at you.

“Oh my God.” You groaned as he twisted his wrist, moving the toy against your already oversensitive clit. “Please…” 

“Please, what?”

Your lips parted to answer him, but you definitely weren’t firing on all cylinders as you felt a second release building on the heels of the first. “Don’t… don’t stop.” You managed, rocking your hips up off the bed as you let him take control of the toy. 

Javier rolled onto his stomach, moving in between your thighs with a wicked look in his eyes. “Was this morning not enough, baby?” He questioned, pressing a kiss to the fresh bruise on your thigh he’d left mere hours ago. “Fuck, look at you.” 

“Javier.” You practically begged as he ghosted two fingers between your folds.

“Touch your tits for me, baby.” Javier urged, nipping at the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Can you do that for me?” He pressed a kiss to the spot he had just bit, watching you as you fondled your breasts for him. “That’s it, baby.” 

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he pressed those two fingers into you, just as he bared down on your clit with the vibrator. There was absolutely nothing on your mind except for the white-hot pleasure that was coursing through your veins. It was so much pleasure all at once.

Javier had mercy on you, working his fingers in and out of you slowly as he shut off the vibrator and tossed it aside on the bed. “Was that what you needed, baby?” He questioned, keeping his fingers buried within you as he moved up the bed and laid down beside you. 

You threw your arm over your face bashfully, a breathy moan escaping you as he brushed his thumb over that aching bundle of nerves. “You’re going to kill me.” You told him, curling your fingers around his wrist as you pulled his hand away. 

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” Javier questioned, peppering kisses along your shoulder as you rolled into his embrace. “Imagine my surprise when I get home early and hear moans coming from our bedroom.” 

You groaned, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“Oh, no. You were very caught up in what you were doing.” He ran his hand down your waist, settling at your hip. “That was hot.” 

“You’re hot.” You retorted, fingers already working to unbutton his shirt. “And overdressed.” 

“Well, not all of us can lay around the house naked.” 

“What? You don’t jerk off while I’m at work?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side as you wrestled with a button. 

“I’m usually too occupied keeping up with a two-year-old.” 

“Touché.” You pulled back to meet his eyes. “But said two-year-old isn’t home right now, so…” 

“You want me to jerk off?” He arched a brow, giving your hip a squeeze. 

You laughed and shook your head, “No. I just meant… we’re alone.” You curled your fingers around the side of his neck as you leaned in to kiss him. 

“I’m the fucking luckiest man in the world.” Javier said lowly, his fingers winding into your hair as he kissed you. 

“You are.” You teased, dragging your teeth over his bottom lip as you sat up, looking down at him. “But I’m also pretty lucky.” You grinned, tracing your fingertip down the middle of his newly bared chest down towards his navel, before you followed the line of dark hair downwards and cupped him through his jeans. “Did you like what you saw?”

“It was inspiring.” Javier smirked, glancing towards the hot pink vibrator that was still laying on the sheets beside you. “Should I be jealous?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off.” You made quick work of pulling his belt through the loops, tossing it to the floor, before you both worked to divest him of his jeans and his boxers. “Better.” You mused as your gaze raked over him, just as he had been sizing you up. 

“See something you like, baby?”

“I see a whole lot of something I like.” You countered with a grin, before your eyes flickered towards the discarded vibrator. “Javi, do you trust me?”

He arched a brow, cocking his head to the side. “What are you planning?”

“Something I think you might enjoy.” You said in a conspiratorial whisper as you reached for the vibrator, brandishing it as you met his eyes. “Doesn’t have to be just for me.” 

You had no idea what he might’ve gotten up to in Colombia. But the look on his face was definitely one of surprise. 

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he regarded you. “So I’ve heard.” His tongue darted out over his lips to wet them as he held your gaze. “I trust you, baby.” 

“I thought you would.” You grinned as you straddled his thigh, fingers curling around his hardened cock. You ran your thumb along the underside of his cock, meeting his gaze.

“What’d you think about?” He questioned, his voice a little lower. 

You bit down on your bottom lip, looking up at him from under your lashes. “I thought about how much I enjoy feeling your hands on me.” You glanced back down at his cock, dragging your hand along the length of him twice more before you released him.

“Don’t be shy, babe.” You told him with a smirk as you switched the vibrator on its lowest setting. “I want to hear you.” 

He kept his eyes on you as you slowly lowered the buzzing toy to his cock. The look on his face made your stomach clench. The way his lips parted, the way his lashes fluttered. You’d never seen him look quite like this. 

You glanced down at your work, sliding the toy along the underside of his cock with a little more pressure. 

Javier made a sound that you had never heard him make before. “Holy fucking shit.” He hissed out through clenched teeth as he bucked his hips up off the bed. Every muscle in his legs went stiff. 

“You like?” You questioned with a teasing lilt to your words. 

“Fuck yes.” Javier encouraged, his eyes dark with desire as you met them. 

“I thought you might.” You hummed, keeping your eyes locked on his. “I should crank this up to five, just to watch you lose your shit.” 

“Baby.” Javi actually whined. 

“But I won’t, because I have plans.” You assured him, dragging the vibrator up the length of his cock, before brushing it over the sensitive head. The look on his face made a new desire pool low in your belly. “This is a good look on you Javi.” 

He tried to say something smart ass back, but the sound got lost in a throaty groan that escaped him as his hips bucked up off the bed again. “Too much.” He warned you, fingers fisting at the sheets beneath him and you quickly pulled the toy away and shut it off. 

You rubbed your hand over his inner thigh, “Think you can handle a little more?” You questioned.

Javier pushed his fingers through his hair, letting out a shaky breath. “Yeah. I can handle it.” 

A smirk played at the corners of your lips as you pressed the vibrator against the head of his cock, circling it over the head slowly. “Do you like that, Javi?”

His response was given in the form of a low moan that rumbled from his chest. 

“I thought so.”

You switched the vibrator up another notch, running it down the length of his cock and that was the tipping point for him. 

Javier grabbed your hand, “Stop.” 

You didn’t hesitate. You shut the toy off and tossed it aside, watching his expression carefully. “You good?” 

He gave a short nod. Javier stretched his legs out, working the tension from them as he scrubbed his hands over his face. “I’ve never fucking felt like that before.”

“Fun, right?”

Javier smirked.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the spot just below his navel. He reached down and played his fingers through your hair as you kissed your way back up to his chest. 

With the vibrator long forgotten, you moved to straddle his hips. “Like I said, I have plans…” You planted your hands on either side of his head, smiling down at him. 

“Wouldn’t want to ruin those plans.” Javier drawled out as he ran his hands along your waist, settling them at your hips as you straddled him. “What’s got you so wound up tonight, baby?” He questioned, giving your hip a playful swat as you rocked against him. 

“I told you,” You whispered as you dipped down to kiss him. “You fucked me so good this morning, that it was all I could think about.” 

You bumped your nose against his before you sat back, reaching down between the two of you and lining his cock up beneath you. 

You were so slick from getting off that you sank down onto him with ease. A moan escaped you, lost against his mouth at the sensation of him filling you completely. “And that,” You whispered to him, rolling your hips downwards. “⁠—is why you should never be jealous of my vibrator.” 

Javier snorted. “Can’t beat the real thing?”

“Not even closer.” 

His tongue darted out over his bottom lip as his eyes hungrily roamed over your bare skin. Javier gathered you in his arms and rolled you onto your back without missing a beat. 

Javier drew back, his cock slipping from you briefly before he snapped his hips forward and slammed into you. “Is that what you needed?” He questioned, running his hands over your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his hips. 

“Fuck. Yes.” You told him, grabbing at his shoulders for support as you moved beneath him. Your nails digging into his skin.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.” Javier rasped out as he left a row of open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. He grasped at your breasts, roughly teasing them. You were right, it was much better to have his hands on you. 

There wasn’t much you could do to delay the release you felt rushing through you, a pleasure like white-hot heat settling into your core as you clenched around him, pulsing around his cock as he slammed into you again and again. 

And that sent him over the edge. 

It was fucking phenomenal to feel him come apart within you. It had been all you could think about all fucking day, like some lovesick puppy dog. Which was gross considering you’d had access to this for two years. 

Javier slumped against you, his breath hot against your skin as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. “Holy shit, baby.” He murmured. 

“Yeah.” You laughed, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“You’ve gotta tell me what the hell I did this morning.” His voice was muffled as he pressed kisses against your neck. 

“I wish I knew.” You snorted, trailing your fingers down the back of his neck. “But it certainly did the trick.” 

He chuckled quietly, pulling back just enough to look at you. His hair was plastered to his forehead and standing up at odd angles at the back. 

You brushed your fingers over his forehead, fluffing the hair that was stuck there. “I had a friend once who called it being dickmatized.” 

Javier made a face at that. “We’re not calling it that.” 

“Dick-ma-tized.” You emphasized each syllable. “Suck it up, buttercup. That’s what it is.” 

“We’re finding another word for it.” He groaned and rolled his eyes. 

You grinned up at him. “Whatever it was, it was really good.” 

Javier chuckled, “I don’t think good cuts it.”

You trailed your fingers over the back of his neck, returning to the hair right at his nape. “Did you enjoy that?”

He brushed his nose against yours, “I uh… I did.”

“Have you ever…?” You questioned, your brows drawn together as you looked up at him. 

“Nah.” Javier shook his head. “Never been the opportunity or reason.”

“You mean you haven’t come home to your girl having a little solo time?” You teased. “And then let her use her toy on you?”

“Can’t say that I have.” Javier rolled his eyes. “I’m thinking I need to come home earlier on Fridays.”

“I dunno, I think you enjoy hanging out with Steve.” You dragged your fingers through his hair and tugged lightly. 

He arched a brow, “If my choices are this and drinking cheap beer in Steve’s backyard, I’m here baby.” Javier rolled off of you then, sinking back onto the bed with a small grunt as he rolled his shoulders. 

You stretched out beside him, draping your arm over his stomach. “Good answer.” 

Javier curled his arm around your shoulders, turning to press a kiss to your forehead. “Wanna do delivery for dinner?”

You traced your fingertips over his chest, “Pizza?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. 

“Sounds good to me.” You reluctantly started to sit up, glancing back at him over your shoulder. “Nice and easy so we can end up back in here even sooner.”

He groaned, rubbing at his face as he sat up. “You’re going to kill me, baby.” 

“But what a way to go.” You winked at him, before you moved to get out of the bed. 

[justinalovee]

Now we live

Summary: After attempting to help a member of the skaikru clan survive, Nova is punished by being forced to come face to face with people who fell from the sky on her own. Changing her life forever.

Notes: Hello, this is my second 100 fanfic. I’m still writing my first one, but why not start another? Hope you enjoy.

Chapter:01

Lincoln’s absence was making a lot of the other grounders in their village feel uneasy. Most wondered where he had gone or if he was still alive. Grounders died all the time, but not one's like him.

He was a natural-born warrior, a leader with a kind heart. Many grounders looked to him for guidance in their darkest hours.

Nova missed him the most. She saw Lincoln as a brother and was the only person who knew that he was spying on Skaikru because he had grown to care for a girl who fell from the sky.

“Nova”, a voice called from behind her.

Pulling her eyes away from the fire in front of her, Nova turned her head to face Dane. He looked angrier than usual. As he sulked over towards her, Nova took in his appearance. Dane’s fingernails seemed to be covered in dirt and dried blood. She was also curious why he had his hunting spear on him. Their group wasn’t supposed to leave till the following morning.

“dè th 'ann?” ‘what is it?’

“A bheil beachd agad càite a bheil Lincoln?” ‘Do you have any idea where Lincoln is?’

Nova bit her lip before answering, “Chan fhaca mi e airson greis .. am bi sinn a ’dol a-mach latha tràth?” ‘I havent seen him for a while..are we going huhting a day early?’

“Chan eil, agus tha an ceannard ag ràdh nach bi thu a ’dol a shealg a-màireach” he snapped. ‘No, and the commander says you're not to go hunting tomorrow.’

Nova jumped to her feet, “carson nach eil an ifrinn?!” ‘Why the hell not?!’

Dane gave her a twisted grin that made a chill crawl over her skin. “Is dòcha gum feum i neach-slànachaidh sa mhadainn.” ‘She might need a healer in the morning’

Nova frowned as she watched him walk away. That was weird. He still never explained why he had his hunting spear? She shrugged it off and gathered her belongings for the hunting trip, just in case Dane was lying.

***

Nova groaned and rubbed at her eyes as she was rudely awoken, and once her eyes focused in the darkness, she looked down from the tree she was in to see two people entering her village. What were they up-too? Nova leaned closer, doing her best not to create any noise. She could make the two figures out to be Dane and Limos.

She watched them drag a boy into the one of the huts on the edge of the village. Oh no. Nova knew what that meant. Somebody was about to be killed.

Fuck.

After trying to sleep for a couple of hours, Nova decided enough was enough. She couldn’t stand the screaming anymore. She claimed down from the tree and creeped towards the hut she had seen Dane and Limos leave a few moments earlier.

Nova felt her jaw tremble a little when she looked inside. A boy was gagged and chained to the wall, and drenched in what she assumed was his own blood. On closer inspection Nova could see he had no fingernails, and slashes across his arms and chest.

“Feumaidh sinn am balach speur beò gus an innis e dhuinn na tha fios aige.” ‘We need the sky boy alive until he tells us what he knows.’

A shiver shot down her spine as Dane’s breath hit the back of her neck. This is why they wanted her to stay, to keep their prisoner alive, so they could torture him some more.

“Fàg a-nis. Thig air ais nuair a bhios solas an latha ann agus is dòcha gun dèan thu sgrùdadh air na lotan aige.” Dane spat. ‘Leave now. Come back when it's dawn then you may check his wounds.’

Knowing better than to argue with him, Nova nodded her head before watching him re-enter the hut. She had to do something to help the sky boy, Nova hated seeing anyone suffer..even at the hands of her own people.

______

When dawn broke Nova went straight to where the sky boy was being held and began washing him the best she could, which was rather hard only being able to see out of one eye.

Limos had caught her adding crushed up white willow bark to water that she was planning on giving the sky boy to drink, to help ease his pain. Ironically Nova had to drink the drop that was left for her headache.

She was cleaning the sky boy's bloodied jaw when he talked. “You have blood in your hair.”

Nova froze. He was right, the blood from her had gotten into strands of her dark blonde hair. It made her uncomfortable how intensely the boy was staring at her; he was studying her. Maybe taking his gag off completely was a bad idea.

“Please”, he said quietly “please just kill me.”

Nova stared at him before her eyes wandered to the knife on the table. She thought about killing him for a split second before moving back to cleaning his wounds and ignoring his cries when she brushed over the more tender parts of his flesh. A mercy kill wasn’t going to happen.

“What’s your name? Mines John Murphy.” He said before spitting blood from his mouth. “Just kill me, just fucking kill me please and get it over with.”

Murphy stopped talking, releasing he wasn’t going to get an answer.

Once she was finished Nova put the gag back on him before leaning towards his ear. “Gheibh mi thu a-mach à seo Skaikru.” ‘I will get you out of here skaikru’

_____

Limos watched amused as Nova sat around the fire, unaware of what her previous actions had set into motion. She was very predictable.

Dane store bedside him. “A bheil i air a dhèanamh fhathast?” ‘has she done it yet?’

“Dh ’fhuasgail a’ ghalla balbh e agus leig e oirre a ghlasadh. Bidh e air a shlighe air ais chun champa aige an-dràsta.” ‘The dumb bitch unchained him and pretended to lock up. He will be on his way back to his camp right now.’

“Tha an ceannard air a dhèanamh soilleir nach urrainn dhuinn ar marbhadh fhèin a-nis às aonais a cead. Dè a bhios sinn a ’dèanamh le Nova? Bha i dìreach a ’cuideachadh prìosanach le teicheadh. Chan urrainn dhuinn leigeil leatha faighinn air falbh le sin.” ‘The commander has made it clear we aren’t to kill our own anymore without her consent. What do we do with Nova? She just helped a prisoner escape. We can’t let her get away with that.’

A wicked grin spread across Limos face. “Na gabh dragh. Tha planaichean agam dhi.” ‘Don’t worry. I have plans for her.’

Next chapter

[sweetheartreader27]

Chapter Two: " story behind our names"

White Fang's POV:

"The reason everyone calls me 10k is because that's how many Z's I'm going to kill" 10k said. "cool" I said, "his father was his first..." Warren said with sympathy.

I felt bad for him ,"s-sorry for your loss..." I said while rubbing his back. "It's fine" 10k said while smiling at me.

"Now, the meaning behind your name?" Warren said. Everyone starred at me, crossing their arms. I feel my eyes loss it's sparks and I sighed.

"The reason I go by White Fang is because-" I stopped, my eyes are now full of void, no emotion, "The reason I go by White Fang is because i-it was my...Mom's nickname for me" I finished. No emotion on my tone. I notice 10K look at me with sympathy. "She didn't make it did she?" Warren asked with sympathy.

"It happens before the Apocalypse start. My mom and I running away from the guys who chase us, those guys chasing us because, My Dad... has a huge dept on them, if he didn't pay on the last deadline... they going to kill me and my Mom, that night as well, my Dad run away from his dept and leave us alone... My Mom pulled me and hide me on a tree and said "Do not come out, Do not help me, Do not make any noise, If you hear me scream Ignore it, save yourself honey. I love you my little White Fang..." and after she said that. I... I saw what they did to my Mom... they raped her endlessly, her screamed filled my ears. I want to help her but her words stuck to my mind. The next thing I know... they left. leaving my Mom's dead body with multiple stabs on her torso. I cried till I passed out... after that incident, I've never saw my DAD... It's been years since that happen" I stopped, they all soaked up the story.

"It's hard at first but if I'm gonna saw my Dad ONE. LAST. TIME I promise to myself. He's going to pay the price..." I said as I feel my kitsune eyes are going to show up, I closed my eyes to control my anger and open them again. 'no, not now'

"How old was your Mother?" Mack asked, "Forty Three" I replied. I continued my story. 10k put his hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off.

I looked at the rest of the group they were all on the brink of tears, even Murphy.  I didn't expected the big bad wolf would cry at all. "I'm sorry" I said coldly. "There's no reason to be sorry honey" Warren said embracing me in a hug. I hugged her back.

"What was her name?" Addy asked, covering her mouth. "Her name was Angel Mae Northwood" I said barely above a whisper. "What happened to the guys who chase you and your Mom?" Doc asked. "I don't know...but I hope they're dead" I replied.

-

After they heard my past we just sat there. Nobody said anything, NOBODY. We just sat, for the next hour and did nothing. Just sat...

-

"We need to move" Said Warren. I nodded and put my mask back. We all walked to the truck, I was about to go at the passenger seat but Murphy stop me and said, "Woah, Woah, Woah. No hard feelings Huntress but that's my seat, don't you mind to go at the trunk?" He said. "Murphy give her a fucking damn break" 10k growled.

Everyone looked at him and soon he realized what he said, he covered his mouth. "First time I  heard you curse kid" Doc said hopping into the back. "Murphy get your ass here!" Warren yelled. He got into the passenger seat, while the others loaded into the back seat. 10k and Doc hopped into the trunk and I followed. I hit the trucks side and we took off.

-

We drove for an hour until we stopped at a road with Z's everywhere. "Puppies and Kittens!" Warren yelled. I was a little confused but soon learned what she meant. "Let me handle it" I said. "I'll go with you" 10k offered. "No stay here, keep the group safe, please" I said. He nodded and I hopped out.

There were about seven blocking the road but I could handle it. I grabbed my Red Katana off my back and started swinging, making clean cuts. At the moment, three of the Z's circled around me and I spin with my katana, Chopping there heads off. Crimson-red substance all over the floor before I got back to my pose. "All clear" I said cleaning my katana out of the substance and putting it back in the sheath, removing my mask, putting to the side of my head.

' I'm a Monster'

10k's POV:

I looked into her eyes. They were filled with void. When she jumped back into the truck, all I wanted to do was hug her and say 'It will be okay'  but she shuts everyone's out.

White Fang looked at me and I saw her beautiful silver eyes light up with deep emotion on it. She was perfect. I like her, no, I love her  and I will keep her safe. "What happens when you reach 10,000?" She asked I chuckled and replied, "I'll change my name to Jeff, I really quite like that name" She looked confused at me. "Jeff?" "Mhm" "Really?" "Yup" I laughed out. "Okay" She said. "20,000 is still the best!" Doc shouted. She giggled.

'God I love her laugh'

She was amazing with her katana, I wonder if she can beat me on a rifle though I mean I always see her use a bow, what if she use a rifle? maybe she's more deadly on it? I started to ponder what the future will become until Warren honked. "Get out were walking" "Again! Ugh why this stupid truck is always breaking down!" Murphy yelled, God he better not around when I reach 9,999. I chuckled at this and hopped out of the truck.

White Fang's POV:

I hopped out and saw a house, Mack entered the house first followed by Warren and securing the inside, looking for Z's. "all clear" said Mack. "Okay, well people we need to share room" Charles said. "Warren and I, Mack and Addy," They both smirked, "NO.FUNNY.BUSINESS you two" Warren said. This caused me to chuckle a bit and Doc chuckled as well. "How about Murphy take the couch, 10k and Doc and at the last bedroom, White Fang, it's all yours" Charles finished. I nodded at Charles sharing method, well I mean for the others and I'm glad I got the last room all by myself. 

"Sounds fine to me" Doc muttered. "Yeah you do Doc" Addy chuckled. I think I'm gonna have a solid friendship with this girl. I go to the room. It's not that clean and not that dirty as well. I sat on the bed. I covered my eyes with my hands and breathed out.

"You okay?" 10k asked while entering my room. "yeah" I said back. He nodded as a response. 'I swear sometimes, I just wanted to hear his voice'.  'maybe I like him. no cut that out, I love him' and suddenly, 'no fang he will not gonna fall in love in a demon like you' until I feel something "I'm...hungry" I said as I heard my stomach growled 'this is bad'. I stood up. "Well there's a food downstairs" 10k said. My eyes lit up, "thanks for telling me" I said as I walked downstairs.

I walked over to the counter were the food was sitting out. No one was around so I took a Twinkie, until I heard someone, "Put it down" Warren said. I dropped the Twinkie and turned to her. "Sorry for taking a food without permission" I said bowing my head. "It's okay, were passing them all out. You and 10k get one since you both haven't eaten" Warren said. "Thank you" I said as I picked up two Twinkies and give one to 10k who just came downstairs. He take the Twinkie out of my hand.

He unwrapped it and sat on the couch, I joined him. I eat quietly, munched every piece of the Twinkie slowly. 10k chuckled. He was about to take a bite of his when Murphy asked, "are you gonna eat that?". 10k looked at the Twinkie then at him. He looked at the Twinkie one last time and shoved the whole food in his mouth. I just chuckled as Murphy grumbled, "Selfish Little Bastard" I chuckled one more and I give my half at him. He looked at me. "It's okay Murphy, you need it and to fight your stubbornness you only need to eat" I said at him. He take the Twinkie and shoved it to his mouth. After he finished eating, "thank you for the half" he said. I just smiled at him and I dart my eyes at them, they looked at me...Shocked? "what?" I asked. They turn there attention back at their food. "Damn kid you should teach us how to tame The Big Murphy" Doc said, I laughed and Murphy scoffed.

"Here" 10k said and I looked at him. I looked at his out-stretched hand which had a small pack of  crackers. "I was saving it for later but It doesn't matter." "No it's your food, you must keep it for another day" I said. "I insist." He contoured. I took it from him and unwrapped the crackers. "Thanks" I said shyly, "Anytime" I slowly eat one cracker when I heard Warren shout, "Puppies and Kittens guys!" I ran outside grabbing my bow out of my back, I nocked an arrow and went into action. I aimed and shot, aimed and shot, and whenever one got close, I stabbed it with my hidden blade.

When all the Z's were gone I said "Mercy..." I notice everyone looking at me, "what?" "Your pretty handy with a bow, we could use you back up along with 10k" Warren said, the group shook there head in agreement. "thanks, why not" I chuckled. I could tell 10k got excited because I saw his eyes light up. They go back inside, I giggled and went back inside as well.

I sat on the couch continuing eating 10k's cracker he gave to me. After a while Murphy and Doc began to play cards. I could see that Doc was like a father figure to 10k which seems nice. 10k walked in and sat next to me.

"You know if we breed White Fang and 10k together, those Z's won't stand a chance in this world" Doc said. 10k blushed, nervously chuckled and this caused me to giggle. 'Who knew humans could be so amusing'. "Fang" I said, getting Doc, Murphy and 10k's attention "you all can call me Fang in short" I said. They nodded there head.

After a while I got tired and went up to my room. I take off my top, leaving me in my dark-blue bra. I hopped into the bed and drifted off asleep.

To Be Continued.....

[kilibaggins]

Never Give Up

Just a sad fic where Murphy is super sad, cries, and learns something in the end. (I think that's an accurate summary? I'm bad at summaries lol)

Warning: Rape Mention (Ontari), Sadness, Depression Symptoms I think, loneliness, just a bunch of shit that makes Murphy cry. Poor baby.

A/N: this is set after ALIE, but there is no other big wave of Radiation. They just all go to Arkadia and it's "peaceful". Emori isn't mentioned in this, because I don't want Murphy to have anyone to get help from atm. Let's pretend they broke up and she's with Raven or something lol.

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He doesn't know exactly what he is feeling. He knows that it's partial relief, from living as long as he has. From surviving the world that had tried so hard to kill him. From surviving a woman with too much power, who chose to use it to get everything she wanted from him.

He also knows that it's regret. Regret from the things he's done, no matter how much others might tell him that he's pardoned, or that it doesn't matter anymore... He can't help but hate all that he's done.

He also knows there's the trauma. The pain of getting used by someone without a choice. He knows this... And it hurts. He hates that he had been so weak. He knows he wouldn't think this way towards anyone else who had this happen to them. He knows he'd support anyone else... But he just feels weak. Violated. It hurts.

He feels the tears start and he tries to stop them, he really does. But he knows they won't. They fall faster and he lets out a choked sob, falling to his knees and then slipping back onto his ass, against the wall of his room. He pulls his knees to his chest as the tears keep falling down his pale face. His breathing gets quicker and the tears fall faster as he lets go.

He cries loudly and buries his face in his knees. His body is shaking and jerking every few seconds as a sob rips its way through his body. This is one of those times he realizes how alone he truly is. Even when there are people in the same camp as him, and even when they seem to tolerate him, he's alone. Stuck being alone in his room as he breaks down. The loneliness is such a prominent feeling inside of him as he sobs harder.

He thinks of everything. The mistakes. The pain. The hate. And the whole time, tears drip farther down his face he can't control them or the sobs ripping their way through his body.

He sits there sobbing for a long time. Minutes? Hours? He has no clue. All he knows for his whole time sitting there, is the feeling of pain, loneliness, and sadness.

At one point the sobs stop, and it's just tears streaming down his face as he stares blankly at the ground in front of him. He hears people outside his room, outside probably getting ready for some bonfire he doesn't want to go to. His breathing is still ragged and wet as he tries to breathe normally. Soon the tears stop, but his pain doesn't. His sadness and his trauma stick with him as he started blankly at the same spot he's been staring at for hours. He needs to move. To do something. He blinks. His eyes bruning from not moving or blinking in however long. He takes a deep wet breath he looks around him and sees that the light from the small window is dimer than it once was. Hours it is. He uncurls his legs and straightens them out, not even caring about the painful cramp appearing in his thigh. He lays his head back against the wall and a few stray tears leak down his face. He licks his dry lips and scowls when his tongue is also dry. He should get up. He knows it. He knows he should move his body and do something instead of just sit here. He whimpers and shakes his head at the very thought. Hes not ready. He doesn't want to. He doesn't have a point. He's glad he locked the door when he entered, because then nobody else can come find him when he doesn't leave. He closes his eyes, and let's his mind go blank. Willing the world to turn faster, willing time to pass why quickly so he can just sit here and die. So he can give up.

"Alex Murphy."

"You know my father, he begged for Mercy from the airlock chamber when your father floated him"

"...So what does he do, with the second chance his father gave his life to bide for him? Wasted it..."

Murphy opens his eyes. Dad. His eyes tear up and he takes a shaky breath. Thats the point. Murphy thinks up as many memories as he can.

His father reading The Lord of the Rings and Shakespeare to him.

His father letting him paint his nails.

His father making him dinner.

Flashes of memories bloom. He growls softly at himself and stops leaning on the wall. He braces himself shakily on his hands and pushes up, getting his feet underneath him. He feels a few tears fall, as he does so, not wanting to move. Wanting to just stay away forever. Wanting to just die here. But he doesn't. He stands, bracing himself on the wall as he goes. He takes a step. Another step. And soon He walks toward the dresser and grabs himself his favorite bedtime shirt. He slowly takes off his current shirt, and puts on the other one, then he slips his shoes off from his tired body. He walks a few steps more, his energy slowly dripping away as the small adrenaline rush leaves him. He falls limply onto the bed, grabbing the blanket and curling it around his small form. Now all of his energy dwindles away. He made it. Some may see it as dumb, and easy. A simple trip from the floor to the dresser to the bed. But to him, to him it meant everything.

Murphy slowly falls asleep, sounds of other teenagers outside his window laughing in the moonlight as he dreams of a happier time. Another life where Alex Murphy was still with him. A life where his friends didn't have to die or be in pain. He knows he can't get his father back. But maybe, just maybe, he can make sure his friends don't die.

So no, he won't give up. He won't waste the second chance his father gave him. Ever.

[flamingo-writes]

Tame — Trafalgar Law x Reader

Summary: Plot less Law smut, fluffy ending. 

A/N: My intention of uploading every thursday totally failed, almost a if Murphy saw my post and thought: “oooh it’d be terrible if you were too busy and tired to write...” and cast a spell because I kid you not, I’ve been very busy and as soon as I get home I collapse on the bed. It took me 2 weeks to write this from stat t finish. TWO WEEKS

Word Count: 1.3 words (in tWO WEEKS!!)

Warnings: Smut. Since it’s plot less, it’s spoiler free.

Boy, oh boy. It was exquisite, enchanting, every single thing you made Law feel. His skin tingled in anticipation, his mind clouded with lust and his heart irradiated immeasurable love. 

You were one of the most fierce warriors Law had seen. When you held your spear firm in your hand, you were scary indeed. When you first met, you’d taken down everyone in the crew yourself except for Law, who’s devil fruit was the sole reason why he could defeat you. And realising, not just anyone could take down his entire crew by themselves. 

Being a feral violent fighter, people were naturally terrified of you. But after joining the Heart Pirates, to your crewmates you were a completely different person. The bloodthirsty monster turned into a fun loving individual. Always smiling, always joking. 

And yet, in the confinements of yours and Law's room, you were absolutely shy. Your ridiculously submissive shyness was perfect for his kinky dominant ego. It was hard for Law not to claim you as his every night. The fierce and violent fighter you were, completely at Law's mercy. As if he'd tamed a beast no one else had tamed before. And boy, he loved that feeling. 

He loved the taste of your skin, and the effect he had on it. His teeth biting your neck, painting yet another love bite l, as your skin got goosebumps. Your head pushed back against his shoulder and your back pressed against his inked chest. 

The whimpers and soft moans that came out of your throat as Law fingered you senselessly was making his blood boil warmer and warmer. His anticipation growing just like his erection poking the small of your back. 

You dripped down his fingers as he kept pleasuring you. Moans growing louder and Law's patience lower. Every twitch, every shake, every moan and every time you called his name breathlessly was slowly driving him wilder, as he lost his self control. 

"Fuck, the things I want to do to you, babe" he purred in your ear as he looked at you from the corner of his eye. 

The red tones he loved so much were painted in your cheeks. Flustered, and yet a lustful look reflected on your face as you felt yourself climax around Law's erratic fingers. 

Moaning his name louder than before, the blush on your cheeks got worse. At this, Law smiled proudly as he kissed your cheek sweetly. 

"I love you, Law" you gasped between pants as Law waited for your walls to stop contracting around his fingers before pulling out his digits. 

"I love you, [Name]-ya" he purred again your ear as his free hand made its way to your hair and held it tightly. "Tell me what you want, love" Another gentle purr followed by a tender kiss on our neck. 

"Ah" you gasped, as Law's tight grip on your scalp made shivers run down your spine. "I want you" 

"You're gonna have to he more specific than that, love” His lips playfully made their way up to your jaw, brushing your skin so gently it drew goosebumps on your skin  You already have me. Tell me, what is it that you want" 

His demand was so straightforward for your shy nature. You whimpered and felt your face become a hot air balloon as Law was  staring at you, fascinated as you tried your best to formulate the words. As you tried to talk dirty to him. 

"Inside me” You finally cried out “I want your cock inside me"

Law smile as he let go of your hair, and with one hand held gently your waist. With the other one, holding his  erection and bringing it to your entrance. 

"So be it"  He freaked pushing himself inside fiercely as a loud moan escaped your lips, pushing your head back against Law's shoulder. 

"Law" with another thrust, Law stole another delicious moan off your mouth, the sound of your voice giving him chills. 

His pace was wild and erratic, stretching you. His hands wandering through your body, caressing and pinching everything he could. 

You pushed back your hips, pressing them against Law, as he pushed deeper. Law growled, holding your hips tight in his grip. 

"[Name]-ya" Law whispered against your ear. "Fuck, you're dripping all over me, love" another thrust. 

"Ah, Law" you whimpered. 

"Lie on the bed, baby" he said said slipping out of you as you did as he told. 

Lying on the bed, Law crawled slowly on top of you. His lips kissing their way up. His hands squeezing your breast as he bit your skin, leaving hickies behind. His eyes gazing at you hungrily. And your legs shaking lightly. 

As Law's mouth finally made it to your jaw, he kissed tenderly your chin. Your legs wrapped around his slim waist holding him close to you. 

"Look at me, love" he purred, with one hand cupping your cheek. 

Your eyes looked into his black ones, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. That look, those dark grey eyes, as hypnotizing as ever. Like a predator devouring whole. It was hard for you to maintain eye contact, as much as you loved his eyes. 

He positioned himself. And slowly slid inside you once more, deep, very deep as you whimpered, closing your eyes shut, feeling both the pleasuring pain and feeling shy from Law’s intense stare. 

His pace grew faster and harder, as you felt yourself approach your orgasm. Your moans got higher and higher, giving away your approaching release, fueling Law to go faster and harder, even if that meant cumming faster. 

Not that Law cared to finish before you, he had the habit of not stopping until you came with him inside. It was such a good feeling, you tightening strongly around himself. 

Just like he thought he would, he came before you, still, not slowing down, fighting the pleasuring release, he pushed through it as you shortly followed him. Just like he anticipated, just like he liked. That sensation of your core squeezing,  he could only imagine the explosive burning in your gut as you clawed your nails to his back. Pushing your head back and whimpering his name in a high pitched voice, breathless, as your entire body arched. 

The view was magnificent, thought Law, so erotic and delicious. He savored it to the last second of your orgasm, as your body relaxed, collapsing on the bed, catching your breath. Sliding out and lying on the bed, he quickly pulled you close, hungry to feel your warm skin against his. You quickly snuggled next to him, breathing in the scent you loved very much. Your bare chest next to his, his legs tangling with yours, and the echo of your breaths filling the room that had so suddenly turned quiet. 

“I love you, Law” You purred against his neck, as the adrenaline ran out of your body and your heart was slowing down. 

“I love you too, [Name]-ya” He answered back, kissing the top of your head, his inked arms squeezing you against him. 

Law’s soft warmth embracing you, as you listened carefully to his breathing slowly dragged you into a drowsy state. Tired from such a long day, and such an intense night with Law, of course you’d feel sleepy after this. And you thanked the gods for having Law treat your stress with such a passionate session, you were going to sleep like a baby tonight. 

After Law noticed your sleepy state, his smiled to himself and brushed your hair gently. He closed his eyes, feeling both proud of himself and glad. Proud because he was the only person who could tame the vicious beast feared by anyone who saw your wanted poster. And also glad because of it. Because such a feral creature was so gentle and shy with him. And soon, Law fell asleep, still thinking how lucky he was not only for having you in his crew, but keeping you to himself. You were one in millions, and there was no way in hell he was going to give you up. 

[sidefangs]

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃: 𝙳𝚁. 𝙰𝙱𝙴𝙻 𝙰𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙷𝚈

the prodigal son of the patriot program, dr. abel abernathy was a doctor and pastor who provided for his family for thirty beloved years in the biomedical industry. he had been given a genius brain and, for the most part, wanted to help people - through his research and faith, he assisted in several experimental surgeries with new technology that would allow for the longevity of humankind. he wanted to prove to god that he deserved a place in heaven, for he was bettering His people. 

it wasn’t until he stood there with a vampire on his operating table that he was fascinated by what the devil had created. they were rapidly-regenerating beasts with razor-sharp teeth and powers unlike anything that humankind had ever been able to possess. he became obsessed with them, and his focus shifted from biomedical research to supernatural research. he wanted to understand everything about vampiric physiology and use these things not only to better humankind but to to eradicate vampiric nature. he was a man of god, and it was his mission to destroy that which the devil had sent to their land.

he becomes the head of the medical research team in the patriot program at forty-five and is revered for his research with his specimens. he is given a diverse cast: older specimens, younger specimens, disabled specimens, et cetera. but he has one parasite who just will not die, 1025-CAM-A, and so if he refuses to die, abel will take what he can get from his most precious resource. he sends blood samples and organs and tissue to dr. lapierre in the slayers division, for if abel cannot kill them, he knows that lapierre’s men will be able to.

dr. abernathy plays god with a young christian murphy, pushing him past his limits and ignoring his cries for death. death is a mercy, he decides somewhere along the way, and it isn’t one you’ll be getting today, hellspawn. he leaves the boy in the cell to die, for he knows he won’t die, and they repeat this cycle over and over again.  he who loves well, punishes well, mr. murphy, and god loves all this children. you brought this on yourself, but worry not - your sacrifices will make you a patriot and a hero.

dr. abel abernathy is suspended from medical service after the slayers program and the patriot program are disbanded by the united nations, and the company that owns both of these independent projects is dissolved. he has his medical license revoked, and after some time, his wife finalizes their divorce, and he is left to sit in a house by himself, spending his days watching television and going to church. he is fifty-six when someone knocks on his door, and he goes to answer it. he is thrown through the coffee table immediately after, and the door locks.

christian murphy murders abel abernathy in his own home after his sisters abandon their childhood home, and christian shows him exactly what it means to have been a monster for so many years. he makes abel look at the tattoos, see how they are covered up and permanent etchings on his skin, bites into him and feeds off of him for the years he took christian’s blood and organs and sanity, and eventually, stakes him through the heart like he had watched the slayers murder the other vampires in the program with him. sure, christian is a parasite - but he’s the parasite that killed abel abernathy, so he’s fine with that.

[0idril0]

Phoenix

Daria& Evan 13

Thanks @whumpywhumper and @captivity-whump for beta reading

I’m sorry @comfy-whumpee but this one is what all the pain was for

@whumpitywhumpwhump I don’t know where you are but we miss you 🥺

@doityourselfbombs I cannot for the life of me remember your other blogs name 😅

next fic is pure comfort, you guys deserve it for putting up with me 

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June 21, 1995—Summer Solstice

Daria hummed quietly, tucking her precious boy closer. The candle on her altar flickered, illuminating his pink cheeks, still round with baby fat. He hugged a little stuffed wolf closer, curling long, slender fingers into her shawl as he snuffled in sleep.

Her ritual was ruined, but as she pressed a kiss against his thick hair, she couldn’t find any annoyance at the interruption.

“I love you, my little Nikola.”

Stroking his slender fingers, she memorized her little boy’s face. She knew that she shouldn’t have favorites, but her little boy was the most loving toddler she’d ever encountered. He clung to her, always wanting to be held, to be snuggled and fussed over.

She grinned as the the new life in her kicked out, making its presence known. Three more months and her little boy wouldn’t be the youngest and her time would be taken up with the new baby. And her daughter, her oldest, would be ten. It would be time to start teaching her about her magic soon.

Her eyes strayed to the altar, and she felt a knot of worry grow in her chest. When Nico had wandered into her divination, it had turned violent, showing the death of a young man with dark hair and pale blue eyes. Daria shivered, remembering. The young man had looked so much like her husband, but he’d had her dark hair, her blue eyes. Nikola’s hair and eyes.

“You spoil him.”

Daria shifted so she could look at the door where her husband lurked. “Hmmm.... Dragostea mea.... do you blame me?”

Andrew smirked, tiptoeing up to them. “I guess I can’t, but that’s only because you tried to spoil Sorina, and she wouldn’t let you.” He grinned impishly, settling a square hand on their son’s head. “Did you see anything?”

Biting her lip, Daria turned to the altar. “Bits and pieces... your son interrupted before I saw anything about the near future.”

Andrew snorted, used to her trying to blame him for things. “My son when he interrupts, your son when he’s adorable, how’s that fair? Want me to take him to bed so you can finish?”

She shook her head, pulling Nico into a tighter embrace. “I’ll have to wait for the equinox, but I think we will be safe until then.”

“Okay, Love, I’ll see you in a bit.” He kissed Nico’s forehead before leaving the room on silent feet.

Daria sat there, cradling her son, until the candle sputtered out.

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Evan pushed Brian and Kristy through the doorway to his office, slamming the door closed as Clint’s feral howl sounded through the clinic. Snarls and screams echoed through the brick walls, vibrating the door on its hinges. He hoped Clint didn’t come this way, the door wouldn’t hold against a feral wolf.

“F—fuck.” Brian’s breathy curse hung in the room as Evan stood with his back braced against the door. “Fucking fuck, what the hell was that?”

“That... that would be a werewolf that just lost its mate....” Sweat ran in rivets down his face, soaking his shirt as he caught his breath. Brian’s face turned white, mouth falling open.

“But...” Brian trailed off, sinking into a catty corner chair. His wide eyes were glassy as they left Evan's, staring into empty space.

A small sob drew his attention, Kristy was on her haunches behind his desk, holding a trembling hand to her mouth. “Oh my god... oh my god...” Mascara ran down her olive cheeks, staining her hands where she’d started to wipe away tears.

The crash of metal made them all jump, bracing themselves in their respective places. Their quiet breathing was the only sound for a long moment.

Evan's hands shook as he straightened, gently cracking the door open. A howl made him freeze, the sound sucking the warmth from the room. He clenched his eyes against the agony in it, allowing his head to rest against the cool wood. “Fuck... “

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March 21, 1999—Spring Equinox

Daria sobbed, hands braced against the altar in front of her. Her little boy had turned six yesterday, and she wouldn’t live to see him turn seven. She’d done everything, altered their future in so many different ways, and she couldn’t make it change.

What was she supposed to do?

“Mama, are you okay?”

Daria sniffled, quickly rubbing away her tears. Nico peeked through a small crack in the door to her herb room, worry causing a small furrow in his brow. He held his small stuffed wolf close, inseparable from it. She knew why now, knew why he grew restless when the full moon rose, why all dogs seemed to love him. It was her job to make sure he got that ending though.

“Yes, Baby, I’m fine. Come here.” She spread her arms, warmth curling in her heart when he ran to her and jumped up, wrapping his legs around her waist. Burying her face into his hair, she felt a few more tears fall down her cheeks.

“I love you, Mama.”

“I love you too, Cola,” Daria whispered into his hair, cradling his small head.

She’d seen bits and pieces of his future, and it filled her with dread. She’d seen happiness, but she’s also seen such unimaginable horror. She had three more chances. She couldn’t waste them.

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“Stay here.”

Brian and Kristy barely moved, each too caught in their own little piece of misery to acknowledge him.

Evan pulled the door open slowly, Clint’s howl still haunting the clinic. He froze when a quiet whine came from one of the exam rooms to his left, not expecting anything other than Clint to be out in the clinic.

He instinctively wove magic around the advancing dog, relaxing when Murphy, a large fluffy mutt with hip dysplasia, waddled around the door. Murphy ignored Evan, continuing his slow walk down the hallway.

The damage to his clinic was extensive, wood splinters littering the hallway, brick powder coating the flat surfaces. Fuck. Inching his way closer, he could see more dogs laying in front of his surgery room, pulled together so tightly that they looked like one giant ball of fur. The largest two, a Tibetan mastiff named Clifford and a wolfhound name Keith, sat at the doorway, standing sentinel. Cliff whoofed at him quietly in greeting, but didn’t move, keeping his post.

“Good boy,” Evan whispered, weaving a few delicate strands of magic over the dogs. Clifford was tricky, part supernatural, but mostly just well trained. Keith was easier, easily following his suggestion to move.

Clint lay naked on the floor, broad back to the doorway. Keening sobs racked him, muscles quivering under the onslaught of grief. Blood stained his shoulder, black bruises fanning over his shoulder and ribs. There was a tiny mass barely visible in Clint’s arms, and Evan's heart hurt as he realized it was Nico, his bandaged feet poking out of the bottom of the bundle.

What had he done with Martin? Taking stock of the dogs, he saw they were all here. If the man had been injured somewhere one of them would have been there. Especially his resident comfort dog, an old golden named Sunny.

The wolf’s nest was a haphazard mess of quilts and blood stained towels; Evan rolled his shoulders, steeling himself as he grabbed a fresh quilt before entering. 

“Hey, buddy...” Whispering, he shook out the quilt. “I’m just going to cover you up, okay?”

Clint muffled a watery growl into the quilt cocooning Nico, curling tighter around his small bundle as the quilt descended to cover them.

“I know, I know, shhhh...” Evan knelt, placing a tentative hand on Clint’s shoulder. The growling stopped, giving way to more gasping sobs as his mouth worked like he was trying to talk. “I know, buddy, I know.” Evan buried a hand into Clint’s hair, gently stroking the sandy locks.

One of Nico’s hands had fallen out of the blanket to lay limp against the quilts, Clint’s sobs making the appendage shake. Evan continued to stroke Clint’s hair, rubbing small circles into the base of his skull.

Evan’s throat tightened as he sat there with the pair, and he brushed a stray tear from his face before reaching forward, gently grasping Nico’s lax hand.

“Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them.....” Evan whispered the benediction into the quiet space between Clint’s cries, rubbing circles into Nico’s bandaged wrist. “May the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, Rest In Peace.”

Evan squeezed the base of Clint’s skull as the man whimpered louder. “I’m sorry Clint. I-“

A faint blue light distracted him, reflecting against his fingers. Wha-?

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December 22, 1999—Winter Solstice

Daria swallowed thickly as she laid out the altar in front of her; it was time. Her last task. The full moon rose behind her as she lit the candles, placing the crystals delicately around the copper bowl. It needed to be perfect.

Anxiety grew in her chest as she willed the sputtering candles to stay alight. She was glad for Louisiana’s tepid winters as she laid her sleeping little boy on the altar, making sure his lax arms and legs were placed perfectly. She’d had to give him a sleeping brew, worried he would be too curious about the ritual to lie still. She needed this to work.

She lit the contents of the bowl on fire using the white candle and tugged the little plush wolf from Nico’s embrace. He was going to be so disappointed when he woke up.

The henna work on Nico’s chest and arms was dark in contrast to his pale skin. Smoothing a hand over his thin chest, she checked the work again, making sure he hadn’t smudged it playing with his little sister before falling asleep.

“I have one more story for you, my little one.” God, how she wished she could tell him stories every night, watch the way he would mouth along with a poem, puzzling at the meaning behind the words. Even as a six year old, he was so thoughtful and deep. It killed her that she wouldn’t see him grow.

Unclipping the talisman from her neck, she traced the small engraving. The piece was no larger than a quarter, a howling wolf surrounded by two Phoenixes in flight.

Holding it over the flames, she began chanting.

“When you are ashes, remember this.

They will insult you,

Hurt you,

Defeat you,

Betray you,

Injure you

Set you aflame

And watch you burn.”

The toy ignited quickly, multicolored flames consuming it in moments.

“But they will not,

Shall not,

Cannot

Destroy you.”

She released the talisman, the metal crackling as it settled into the ashes.

“Because you,

Like Rome,

Were built on ashes,

And you,

Like a Phoenix,

Know how to rise,

And resurrect.”

The flames in the bowl turned blue as the moon reached its peak, burning higher than what should have been possible before extinguishing with a whisper of air, there one moment and gone the next.

Nico mewled as the flames dissipated, and her breath caught in her throat as the lines of henna work slowly began to glow, bright blue illuminating his pale skin.

Quickly, Daria set her hand into the ashes, heedless of the heat, letting the metal talisman burn into her hand. She traced the lines of blue with the ash, dipping her fingers into the heat over and over again until he was completely coated.

“Protect him. Please.” Daria fastened the clasp around his neck, the tiny click echoing in the quiet. The talisman sat in bold contrast to his skin as the henna and ash mixed, slowly disappearing into Nico’s skin. The talisman would be hidden from view so only he would be aware of it. Picking her child up like she had a hundred times before, wrapping his legs around her waist and his arms around her neck, she abandoned the altar. She wouldn’t need it again. She’d done all she could for her family.

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Clint’s sobs grew harsher as Evan turned Nico’s limp hand. What the fuck?

“Clint.” Evan jerked his hand away from Nico’s, using it as he scrambled his way in front of the pair to get a better look at the bundled figure.

Clint’s sob cut off with a grunt when Evan kneed him in his haste, turning into a wet growl as the vet started to peel away the blankets from Nico’s face and chest. “Just leave us alone Evan, just fucking—“

Evan cut him off, peeling Clint’s arm away from Nico’s chest. “Clint. Look.”

Blue sigils wormed their way across Nico’s exposed skin as Evan watched, like they were being drawn with a practiced hand. Clint gave a strangled gasp from where he lay eyes widening as he dislodged his arm from beneath Nico’s head.

Evan recovered first, probing at the faint lines where they disappeared under the bandages on the bruised chest. What. The. Fuck?

“Have you ever—“ Evan cut himself off, a faint movement against his fingers making him freeze. “Oh my God.”

Pushing Clint away, he rolled Nico to his back, the boy’s head rolling against the quilts. He pressed trembling fingers to the bruised throat and choked. “Fuck. Fucking hell, he’s got a pulse.”

Evan whipped his head towards Clint, who was staring at Nico with glassy eyes, like he hadn’t heard him. “Clint, look at me.”

The wolf lifted his eyes slowly to meet his, gaze dazed. There wasn’t any understanding in the wolf’s yellow eyes. Shock. Exactly what he needed.

Evan growled in frustration, looking Nico over. His heartbeat was still faint against his fingers, but it was so much stronger than it had been before Martin had arrived. The boy's face had lost the sickly gray, replaced by a pink blush across his cheeks. He pressed his hand against Nico’s chest, and flinched in surprise when there was a wet cough followed by crackling as Nico gasped for air.

“N—Nico?” Clint clutched at his chest, eyes distant. “Oh my god. Oh my god Darlin’. Evan, Evan I—.” Cutting himself off, he folded in half, pressing his cheek to Nico’s. A strangled laugh erupted from him, and Evan felt a small smile tug at his mouth.

He had no idea what was happening, but Nico was alive.

[demiromantic-official]

Aromantic New Wave, Post Punk, and Goth Playlist

The third in my alternative genre aromantic playlists series. All songs are not romance-centered, as i understand and interpret them.  This list got really long (more than a fifth of my new wave & synthpop playlist!!!) but it’s my most listened to genre and doesn’t have a lot of love songs, they’re probably too busy singing about depression and vampires.  

As always, feel free to add, to make comments, or to recommend I add one of the symbols that I missed. 

Click here for: Punk; Alternative rock & grunge (90s/00s); 80s Synthpop; Britpop & alternative/indie pop

Key: * = ambiguous/could be about a friend; ** = lust or sex is a theme; (E) = explicit (in case minors see this list); (D) = drug/alcohol mention or allusion

I could Be Happy - Altered Images

Stigmata Martyr - Bauhaus

Bela Lugosi’s Dead - Bauhaus

A Spy in the Cab - Bauhaus

She’s in the Parties - Bauhaus

Terror Couple Kill Colonel - Bauhaus

the Sanity Assassin - Bauhaus

Crowds (E) - Bauhaus

Slice of Life - Bauhaus

Who Killed Mr. Moonlight - Bauhaus

Dark Entries - Bauhaus

Paris Skies - Big Electric Cat

Orchid Dreaming - Big Electric Cat

Release the Bats - the Birthday Party

Stumble and Fall - Clan of Xymox

Cry in the Wind - Clan of the Xymox

Tears Ago - Clan of Xymox

I Need to Be Alone - Clan of Xymox

Out of the Rain** - Clan of Xymox

Cherry-coloured Funk - Cocteau Twins

Heaven or Las Vegas - Cocteau Twins

Road, River, or Rail - Cocteau Twins

Whip it - DEVO

Uncontrollable Urge - DEVO

Villers Terrace - Echo and the Bunnymen

Bring on the Dancing Horses - Echo and the Bunnymen

Don’t Let it Get You Down - Echo and the Bunnymen

the Cutter - Echo and the Bunnymen

Seven Seas - Echo and Bunnymen

Rescue - Echo and the Bunnymen

People are Strange - Echo and the Bunnymen 

Atrocity Exhibition - Joy Division

Isolation - Joy Division

Passover - Joy Division

Colony - Joy Division

A Means to an End - Joy Division

Heart and Soul - Joy Division

Twenty Four Hours - Joy Division

the Eternal - Joy Division

Decades - Joy Division

Leaders of Men - Joy Division

Digital - Joy Division

Dead Souls - Joy Division

Atmosphere - Joy Division

Disorder - Joy Division

Shadowplay - Joy Division

New Dawn Fades* - Joy Division

Transmission - Joy Division

She’s Lost Control - Joy Division

Insight - Joy Division

Wilderness - Joy Division

Stella Was a Diver and She’s Always Down - Interpol

NYC - Interpol

Sanity - Killing Joke

Requiem - Killing Joke

Echo Beach - Martha and the Muffins

Everyday is Like Halloween - Ministry

Vagabonds - New Model Army

Vengeance (E) - New Model Army

Bittersweet - New Model Army

Hurt - Nine Inch Nails (self-harm mention)

Cuts You Up - Peter Murphy

Walking on Both Sides - Pink Turns Blue

Your Master is Calling - Pink Turns Blue

Witnesses - Play Dead

Company of Justice - Play Dead

This Side of Heaven - Play Dead

The Soft Machine - Red Temple Spirits

Spellbound - Siouxsie and the Banshees 

Cities in the Dust - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Hall of Mirrors - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Gun - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Trust in Me - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Sweetest Chill - Siouxsie and the Banshees

The Passenger - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Black Planet - Sisters of Mercy

Walk Away - Sisters of Mercy

No Time to Cry - Sisters of Mercy

Phantom - Sisters of Mercy

A Rock and a Hard Place - Sisters of Mercy

Amphetamine Logic (D) - Sisters of Mercy

Body and Soul - Sisters of Mercy

Lucretia my Reflection - Sisters of Mercy

Body Electric - Sisters of Mercy

This Corrosion - Sisters of Mercy

Promised Land - Skeletal Family

She Cries Alone - Sisters of Mercy

Teenage Riot (D) - Sonic Youth

Tell Tale - Specimen

Beauty of Poisin - Specimen

Hex - Specimen

Fair Tales - Stockholm Monsters

All at Once - Stockholm Monsters

Since Yesterday - Strawberry Switchblade

Burning Down the House - Talking Heads

Stay up Late - Talking Heads

Road to Nowhere - Talking Heads

Psycho Killer - Talking Heads

Sunday Morning - the Bolshoi

Second Skin - the Chameleons

Soul in Isolation - the Chameleons

Swamp Thing - the Chameleons

Disintegration - the Cure

Prayers for Rain - the Cure

One Hundred Years - the Cure

the Hanging Garden - the Cure

Same Deep Water as You - the Cure

Play for Today - the Cure

Fire in Cairo - the Cure

A Forest - the Cure

In Between Days - the Cure

Is it Dream? - the Damned

Grimly Fiendish - the Damned

Street of Dreams - the Damned

There’ll Come a Day - the Damned

We’re so Happy - the Danse Society

Somewhere - the Danse Society

Sketch for Summer - the Durutti Column 

Head On - the Jesus and Mary Chain

All Things Pass -  the Jesus and Mary Chain

Nine Million Rainy Days -  the Jesus and Mary Chain

Darklands -  the Jesus and Mary Chain

Deep One Perfect Morning -  the Jesus and Mary Chain

Psychocandy -  the Jesus and Mary Chain

Blood on the Road - the Mission

Bridges Burning - the Mission

Wasteland - the Mission

Deliverance - the Mission

Made of Stone - the Stone Roses

I Wanna be Adored - the Stone Roses

Elephant Stone - the Stone Roses

Cut the Tree - the Wolfgang Press

Youtube list may come later if people are interested, this one is very long and would have been a lot of of work

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Episode 6x06 Personal Narration

I wanted to narrate my thoughts and such on this episode because it is the first episode of the season with our knowledge of Bob and Eliza’s marriage! Spoilers below!!

John already looks frustrated with Jo! Good!

Sleepless is common? Cool fact....?

Lightning round! lmao

Yes, Clarke is fairly awesome! John don’t be a dick about it! 

Madi....you know....your kid....LOL John

Poor Madi!

They are starting to suspect......

You tell them Madi! Be your commander self!

Creepy dark commander! Don’t hurt my little girl! 

Kinda disappointed it didn’t say Eliza Morley or something. I knew, logically, it wouldn’t, but still.....would’ve been cool!

Family meeting!

Yesssss....where IS Bellamy?

Awww, poor Echo thinking she was ditched.

Raven sorta referring to Clarke? That’s kinda nice.

You so should be a little guilty about some of the things you did Raven! You are really making it hard to love you. I mean, I get it, girl. But she isn’t even Clarke right now. Save your energy.

You probably won’t find him Echo. Good luck!

Yes, John defend your man! lmao

“That seems a tad impulsive” lol

“We’re all the hero of our own story, John.” Great line!

Ohhhhh.....John playing a part to fool Bellamy. BAD MURPHY! You should be ashamed of yourself for fooling your man!

Awwww......pooor Bell! Don’t cry! Hopefully we can still get Clarke back!

Yes, Bellamy! Burn this fucker to the ground! 

Ohhhh....bringing Bloodreina back! Good segue!

Love this new partnership between Octavia and Diyoza! 

Fascinating? Fucking weirdo! lmao.

Lol Diyoza! Get those virgins! 

COMMERCIAL Break #1 Thoughts So Far? I need chocolate. I will help Bellamy burn this place to the ground. I really hate the angle Murphy is playing and he better fix his ass real quick! LOVE OCTAVIA AND DIYOZA! I need a drink. 

New engineer guy is hot. Though pairing him with Raven would be predictable. Please don’t do it....the writers are probably going to do it.

Yes....you DO force people.....will you turn when you realize that Clarke was forced?

206? Damnnnnn......

Echo. I do love you. 

Ewwww.....that poor man! Give him mercy, Echo!!!

See.....poor Echo understands mercy. 

Why stop?

He chose this path? Fucking psychopaths!

You go be your badass self Echo! 

COMMERCIAL Break #2 Thoughts? Commercial already? That was really quick! I really do look forward to Echo’s story. Do I want her with Bellamy? hell no! But not shipping a ship does not mean you can not like a character (or characters) separately from each other. So, yes, I’m excited for her backstory/flashbacks/memories and her evolution this season. Are we going to see more of Bellamy this episode? Is Murphy going to continue to be a manipulative ass? Is he hiding his true intentions from even us (the audience)? I sure hope so! 

There’s Bellamy! He looks ready for war! 

“It’s too bad we can’t ask her” Kill me Bellamy.

Yes, Bellamy. Question Murphy!

You are so GOOD Bellamy! 

You are such a liar Murphy! 

Him continuing to bring up Clarke is ship goals! BELLARKE!

Don’t you dare use Monty’s name in vain, Murphy!

This is so NOT how we do better, Murphy!

Poor Bellamy’s world is falling apart. 

“Don’t we all....” Fucking savage Diyoza! “Screw redemption!”

She’s probably going to eventually join them. Haha

Yes, Diyoza is protecting her new baby, Octavia!

Healing tree sap! SO COOL! 

COMMERCIAL BREAK #3 Thoughts? How are these coming so quick now? Weird thought--can you make that sap into syrup for like pancakes and shit? Just curious. I’m not hungry. A pregnancy commercial about preventing pregnancy because the commercial girl says she can’t even take care of a plant? IRONIC AND HILARIOUS after scene with pregnant Diyoza! lmao. Bellamy is the reveler of truths! He’ll catch on to Murphy’s real game soon. He’s pretty much caught on to all of it by now. 

More Madi badness?! I hate.

Yes, where IS Clarke? That is the real question!

Awwww....Madi’s good memory! LOVE! SO SWEET!!!

Why does that phrase work? The Flame is a chip essentially. But the chant is very witchy. 

LEAVE MADI ALONE! 

Do you guys think Madi might turn dark when she finds out about Clarke being taken over by Josephine? 

“Clarke’s not here.” More than you think......more than you think.

Those messages are so BRAINWASHY!!! EWWW!

Bat your eyes a little more Josephine. That’ll convince them you’re Clarke! 

Even her facial expressions are so un-Clarke. You people suck at realizing this shit! Abby....she’s your fucking daughter! You should know better!

You’re right Abby....IT DOESN’T SOUND LIKE CLARKE!!!

Don’t let your love for Kane blind you from the truth Abby!!!

“I wasn’t aware we needed saving.” YES ABBY! USE THIS INFORMATION! Read the fucking SIGNS!!!!

Wow.......Josephine is almost convincing as Clarke when she fake cries. Almost.

COMMERCIAL BREAK #4 Thoughts? DAMN Eliza deserves all the awards! Playing a new character trying to fake being a different character. But more so, playing a different character in a show where she is familiar with one character (Clarke) and then flawlessly switching to Josephine’s character, and the struggle Josephine is having with pretending to be Clarke. GIVE HER ALL THE AWARDS!!! Is anyone frustrated with Abby not recognizing her daughter is not her daughter? I mean, I know she is going through shit, but my mother would know if I wasn’t acting myself. She knows when I’m having a mood through a non-descriptive text some days. What is her excuse?

Prime family? Pffft

Eliza is doing fantastic showing how ditzy and psychopathic Josephine is.

Eh....now they’re erasing themselves? Is that what they are doing?

You tell him, Raven! 

“Is this your last body?” Great question, Raven! Love you for this, girl!

OHHHH. Echo is knowing shit! 

Echo your azgeda is showing! LOVE IT! 

Echo knows!!!!! Good job, my girl!!!! Love Echo for this!

Echo’s relief that Bellamy is alive is heartwarming. Still don’t like them as a couple. But love them as a family unit of sorts.

Ohhh. Josephine, don’t you go torturing my Bellamy!

OHHHH! It’s this scene! YOU STRANGLE THE HELL OUTTA HIM, Bellamy!

Russel. It’s kinda hard to hate you, but you are still a murderer so......your remorse isn’t good enough!

Wow. Josephine, you really are a manipulative bitch!

I’m really scared we aren’t getting Clarke back.....GUYS are we getting Clarke BACK??!?! SOMEONE GIVE ME HOPE!!!

Is Octavia dying? SHE BETTER NOT DIE! OHHHH.....cut it off? DAMNNNNN!

What the hell did she draw?

A message from what?!?!

Aliens? Do they have aliens? 

COMMERCIAL BREAK #5 Thoughts? So is the anomaly an alien thing? Cause it seems like an alien thing. Is anyone else losing a little hope of getting Clarke back? I want to say with the trailer showing her flashback of Mount Weather, and the return of the actor that played her father, is hopeful because maybe those are guiding points for Clarke inside her head. That she is still mentally there, but just pushed behind a screen somehow. And the only reason Russell and the other Primes don’t know is because they never tried to bring someone back.

Ohhh, Echo is back!

So when do we attack? Yes, Echo! Attack!!! 

NO DO NOT GIVE UP BELLAMY?

How are you going to tell Madi? 

Awww Madi hugging Bellamy is cute, but I want a war! GIVE ME CLARKE back! 

Aww....yes Bellamy cry for Clarke!!! But do not mourn....fight for her!

Yes, be MAD Madi! I don’t want evil Madi, but I do want Clarke back!

Ohhhh banishment? At least she didn’t kill her? I guess....?

OHHHHH! Yes.....kill THEM ALL, Madi!!

This is a very eventful last five minutes!!!

What is the pill she took for?

OHHHH Clarke?!?!?!!?!? YESSSSSS!!!!

LEXA AND BELLAMY ARE BOTH ON THE WALL!!!!! Those are the images she focused on most!

LOVE THAT NEW TRAILER!!! CLARKE IS GOING TO FIGHT FOR HER MIND! YESSSS!!!! PROOF SHE IS NOT DEAD!!!!