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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Works Like a Charm (USWNT x Baby!Reader)

Request: reader with the team where r falls asleep any and everywhere and on everyone? just super cute friendship and stuff

Authors’s note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog cause without her this would not have happened! I hope you enjoy and totally feel free to hit me up with comments and questions or if you just wanna say Hi!

You were the baby of the team, and being the baby came with very special privileges. The team knew of your sleeping issues, and the various methods you and your therapist had implemented (including scheduling yourself to avoid all blue light sources for hours before bed and sleeping with a stuffed animal (the famed stuffed Triceratops, Roary) each night,) to help fall asleep and stay asleep at night. But it had only been a week since you had actually looked for help, so it was too early to expect results, as you told them (and yourself) repeatedly.

More often than not you found yourself sitting on a couch, Roary cuddled close to your chest, watching the rerun of whatever game had been on, desperately waiting for your brain to turn off so you could sleep. That was the exact scene Ashlyn had stumbled upon. She glanced at the clock, wincing at the bold 2:15 that blinked back at her as she rubbed her eyes.

“What are you doing awake kid? Thought you weren’t supposed to do blue light after 9?” She asked softly, plopping down beside you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You shrugged, leaning further into her side. You closed your eyes, burying your head into her warm arm.

“I literally laid awake for three hours. I tried not to focus on anything, or to focus on breathing, but I kept replaying the game in my head. So I thought I would watch it, see if rewatching the ending would help my thoughts, Idk, end too?” You moved so that your head was on her lap and you looked up at her. “Did anything I just said make sense out of my head?”

She nodded sadly down at you, her hands, stroking your hair slowly. You closed your eyes again, enjoying the feeling. You always wanted to be a cat when you were little. Your thoughts became slightly fuzzier, interrupted slightly when Ashlyn spoke.

“Don’t fall asleep here kid. Ali will kill us both if we sleep on the couch,” The blond keeper

“Just a few more minutes please?” You asked softly, cracking your eyes open.

“Alright. Just a few,” she nodded.

Coincidentally that’s exactly where Ali would find you the next morning. Cuddled into Ashlyn's stomach, snoring softly. From that moment, it became a team rule. It didn’t matter where you slept, as long as you were sleeping.

*****

You were never going to live this down. Emily took a stealthy photo of you slumped against Alex’s arm, the climax of Black Panther’s fight taking place in the background. Kelley guarded your other side like a pitbull, just daring anyone to try and mess with you.

“How did you get her to fall asleep Alex? She was so hyped up when we got here!” Emily said way too loudly, shrinking slightly when the veterans shushed her.

“I literally just wrapped my arms around her while Kelley braided with her hair,” Alex whispered, glancing down to see that you weren’t moving before she continued, “she kept moving too much for Kelley to get the braid straight, so I just held her still like I do with my niece for family pictures. Once she stopped struggling, it was instant.”

“Works like a charm every time. Who knew the world’s most feared striker could be turned into a puppy with some cuddles and pets?” Megan laughed softly.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s hilarious. Now shush and watch the movie,” Kelley said, flicking Megan playfully. More softly she added, “you’ll wake her.”

That shut the group up quickly. No one wanted to get in trouble for interrupting the little amount of sleep you got.

****

You were sitting next to Alyssa on the bench during practice, bouncing your leg you waited for your turn to run. It had been a stressful week. Everyone was preparing for the first real game of the season and even the usual pre-practice locker room chat had been tenser than usual.

Stress usually meant one thing for you. No sleep. It was like your brain had a death wish and just wanted to make itself more miserable. The dark circles didn’t go unnoticed by your teammates, hence why you had been regulated to the bench with the keeper when you weren’t running drills.

Alyssa started humming absentmindedly. You looked over at her. She was biting the edge of her lip, watching Becky run drills. She stopped and looked over, seemingly realizing that she was making noise.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“No, it’s really pretty! Please don’t stop on my account,” You said smiling and looking back towards the team as Alyssa started singing under her breath. “MmmhummmM, mmmhummM, So this is love. So this is what makes life Divine.”

You swayed to the tune, closing your eyes, once. You opened them again, more slowly. Then you felt yourself blink twice more, more slowly this time. It took slightly more effort to open them again. You stared hard at the field, not noticing Alyssa scootch closer to you on the bench. Then you blinked again.

“Alright Naeher, you’re up,” AD called jogging over to the bench from where the rest of the keepers were practicing. She stopped short at the glare Alyssa sent her way.

“Don’t think I’m going to be practicing PK’s today,” She said softly, gesturing to you with her free arm. The other arm was wrapped around you, keeping you from falling off the bench like you had almost done when you fell asleep. AD smiled, but then ran back to the group, unwilling to disturb you either.

Maybe the pitch wasn’t the best place to fall asleep, but with the soft looks the team was sending you, they all knew it wouldn’t be the last time. Your health was important and they would help however they could.

*****

It was like a rule on the bus. One didn’t fall asleep unless they wanted to get mustaches drawn on their face, or their cleats stolen. The bus ride to the practice field was long and supposed to be a time for team bonding, though it almost always ended up with Alex and Kelley sharing earbuds to listen to Hosier or Haley Kiyoko, Krashlyn watching some weird reality show, Megan Christen and Tobin discussing Re-ink stuff and the youngins causing havoc on the back, while Becky and Alyssa did their crosswords and Carli watched the road, trying not to get car sick.

You and Sam had seats across the aisle from each other but would sit next to each other on trips like these, playing hangman or Super Mario bros on switch. Today was one of those days where you slid across the aisle, pen in hand, looking for entertainment to keep the boredom away.

“That’s not fair. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is not an acceptable word to describe winning the World Cup,” Sam snorted, shaking her head as you finished the hangman.

“You’re one to talk. Last time you gave me “jazzy” as a word to describe how it would feel to meet Mia Hamm. You realize that J and Z are like, some of the least commonly used letters in the alphabet?” You exclaimed, your hands waving wildly as you tried to prove your point.

“It was a response to the fact that you picked a word that doesn’t exist,” Sam rolled her eyes.

“Wacknut is totally a word,” you huffed crossing your arms.

“You know what ducky, I think,” Sam paused, covering her mouth as a giant yawn split her face, “You’re a wacknut.” She finished, exhaling and wiping a tear from one of her eyes.

“Stop that, I didn’t sleep last night,” you said, yawning unintentionally yourself.

“Told you not to watch that last episode of Game of Thrones,” Sam said, stretching her arms slightly in front of her.

“You were right, it was a terrible ending, and a disgrace to television, but I had to know” You mumbled, your voice growing soft, and trailing off towards the end.

“I know, we were all let down by that one,” Sam said, leaning her head on top of yours, comfortingly. “I should take my own advice more often, 6 hours of sleep is just not enough.”

“Hmm, I know why they call you the tower of power, you’re soooo warm,” You nuzzled into her shoulder, her heartbeat soothing you.

“Did anyone ever tell you the story of how I got that name?” Sam asked, stifling another yawn.

“No,” you echoed her yawn.

“Good, they never tell it right. Once upon a time, there was a badass named me. The end.”

“Hmm,”

****

“So I know that we’re never supposed to wake Y/N up unless there’s an emergency, but we have practice and there aren’t any rules pertaining to Sammy,” Emily said too loudly, staring at where you were cuddled into Sam’s chest. The bus had stopped a few minutes ago and had slowly unloaded.

“Yeah, they’re kind of impossible to separate without waking both of them up,” Lindsey nodded, showing Alex a picture she had gotten from above you. Not only was Sam’s head on you, the two of you were holding hands in your sleep, and your other hand was tangled on the end of her shirt like your dreaming mind had mistaken it for a blanket and tried to pull it up.

“I have no problem carrying ducky, but I’m not tall enough to get Sam too,” Kelley said, scratching her head.

Behind them, Dawn walked back onto the bus. “What’s the holdup people? We have a practice to get to! I’m not defending you to Vlatko if you’re late again Sonnett.”

You jumped at the noise, jostling Sam awake too. You blinked at the woman, eyes wide and suddenly alert, searching for danger. “What happened!”

“Whoa, slow down killer. You fell asleep on Sam and she fell asleep on you,” Emily smirked as your cheeks turned blood red.

“We just arrived to practice. You’re not late yet,” Lindsey said, punching Sam lightly in the shoulder and turning to grab her bag. “You’re lucky Sam that you had a sleeping meep meep to protect you, otherwise you totally would have been pranked for napping on the bus.

“There’s no way in hell that meep meep fell asleep before our favorite tower of power.” Emily bantered back, shoving Lindsey off of the bus.

“We better go,” You said softly, playing with the hand that was still intertwined with Sams.

“Yeah, probably. Remind me to sleep with you again sometime. That was the best nap I had in ages,” Sam said absentmindedly stretching her neck to each side. Your eyes went wide. Then she froze, realizing what she had said. “Wait. That came out wrong.”

“It’s fine Sammie, I know what you meant, and I’d love that,” you bumped her shoulder with yours, then grabbed your bag. “Race you to the pitch!”

Sam shook her head as if to clear it as you launched yourself off the bus. Then she grabbed her bag and followed you, sprinting to try and catch up.

Yep, the team would do everything they could to make sure their little meep meep got the best sleep she could.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #literalhedgehog

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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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You’re Trying To Kill Me, Aren’t You? (Alex Morgan x Reader)

@heathtobination Request: Alex x reader where Alex is a major tease because she knows reader is into her

“Holy fuck.” You mumble, the water you were spraying into your mouth completely missing in favor of spraying on Sonnett.

“Y/N! Jesus!” She grabs your water, pulling it away from you, realizing what exactly had caused you to fall into a trance.

Alex Morgan of course, who’s making a show of wiping her face, her flat stomach and prominent muscles on display as her blue orbs watch you intently.

“She won’t be happy until you’re a lesbian puddle on the floor will she?” Sonnett asks, just as the woman who was cleaning her face with her shirt decides to completely forgo her shirt, and is now not only spray the water from her bottle on her face but on her abs as well.

“What the fuck.” You say, loudly and Sonnett barks out a laugh that draws everyone’s attention. Everyone’s except Alex’s because her blue orbs were already on you.

Sonnett, who you now realize is wiping tears off her face shakes her head.

“You are so fucked Y/N, so fucked.”

You take a deep breath, only able to nod.

“I know.”

At the same time, Alex sends you a wink and your breath hitches.

“And I don’t know if I’d have it any other way.”

***

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know you were in here.” Alex says, voice husky as she moves across the room in nothing but a towel.

You turn your back on the woman, cheeks blood red.

“I-It’s okay.”

You shiver when you hear the towel drop to the floor, the tips of your ears burning as your eyes slam shut.

You hear Alex make her way towards you, swallowing hard when you feel her hot breath on your ear.

“Sorry about that.” She purrs and you clear your throat.

“No-No pr-problem.”

“You okay? You sound nervous.” She asks and you shrug, laughing nervously.

“Me? N-No, I’m fine.”

Suddenly, Alex comes into view and you realize she’s still completely bare.

“That’s good.” She says as she slips into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You fall back onto the bed with a lengthy and extremely loud groan.

“Kill me now.”

***

You turn around, leaning your forehead against the gym’s wall as Alex does some squats in front of you, her back to you as she works the muscles in her ass, the short shorts she’s wearing making your mouth go dry.

“’Let’s go to the gym’ she says, ‘I need a spotter’ she says.” You mumble rushing to grab a number of heavy weights to lift.

“Y/N? Can you come spot me?” She asks and you clear your throat, dropping the weights and moving to stand beside Alex, Alex who is looking straight into the mirror in front of her, her blue orbs locked on you.

Slowly, she squats down, grunting from the weight on her shoulders, letting out a moan when she stands back up. She does this a number of times before she places the weight down, backing up against you, her back against your front.

“Thanks Y/N.” She whispers, rubbing against your front, your body trembling. “I can always count on you.” She swivels her hips and you abruptly step back when the gym door swings open.

Alex sends you a wink through the gym’s mirror and you shake your head, swallowing hard.

“Jesus, fuck.”

***

Alex teasing hadn’t ceased, the fleeting touches, the sultry and charming smiles she’d send your way while blatantly checking you out.

The longer it went on though, the more you began to realize that the teasing was just to get a rise out of you rather than leading up to anything else, that anything else being a relationship with Alex Morgan, you began to distance yourself from the forward.

Alex sighs sadly as she watches you talk to Christen Press and Tobin Heath across field, the two brunette’s grinning.

“You know, she wouldn’t be shying away from you if you weren’t acting like a dick.”

Alex turns, glaring at her best friend and defender Kelley O’Hara.

“I’m not acting like a dick.” She mumbles and Kelley scoffs.

“Dude, you know she cares about you, and you were just fucking with her to get a rise out of her? Seriously? You don’t think that’s a dick move?” Kelley snorts humorlessly. “Morgan, that’s an incredibly dicky move.”

Alex shakes her head.

“Shut up.” She mumbles, having no other argument, to what the woman had said.

She had toyed with you.

She had flirted with you with no real intent of moving forward in a relationship with you.

She’d treated you as eye candy, reveling in the way your body would shudder when she’d tease you.

“Do you even like her?” Kelley asks and Alex shrugs.

“I don’t know.”

Kelley sighs, patting her back.

“Well, if you do, you fucked this up Alex, big time.”

***

Alex frowns when she realizes instead of rooming with you, she’s rooming with Kelley, the former roommate of Christen Press, and by extension, Tobin Heath considering the two were stuck together like glue.

Alex looks at the defender, Kelley giving her a frown.

“She requested a switch.” Kelley says as she flops down onto the empty bed. “And I think she deserved it, at least for now.” Kelley frowns.

Alex nods, her chin resting on her hands, which are joined by her intertwined fingers.

“I know she did.”

Alex slowly nods, heart clenching in her chest when she thinks about how she must have made you feel.

Alex closes her eyes, hanging her head.

“What have I done...?”

***

“She didn’t feel anything for me, did she?” You mumble, Christen and Tobin wrapping their arms around you.

“I can’t tell you how she feels, but what she did was wrong Y/N...” Christen whispers Tobin nodding, agreeing.

“Really wrong, no one should use you like that, not when they know how you feel.” She says sadly, leaning her head against yours.

You close your eyes, releasing a trembling breath as a tear runs down your cheek.

“Is it wrong that I still...” You swallow hard, Christen’s nod telling you to continue. “Is it wrong to still have feelings for her?” You ask, voice cracking and Tobin shakes her head.

“No, no it’s not.”

***

Alex Morgan had indeed, fucked up. She’d toyed with your feelings, teasing you to the point of proverbial torture before you eventually put distance between the two of you, becoming tired of the said torture from the woman you cared for, the woman who KNEW you cared for her.

She’d tried, ultimately failing to catch your gaze, you, obviously, were avoiding her and she didn’t blame you.

The distance between you two, though short, felt like miles apart.

Needless to say, your teammates had quickly found out what was going on, and Alex Morgan was currently enemy number one.

She didn’t blame them, she didn’t blame you.

She was wrong, she’d toyed with your feelings, but deep down Alex knew, and they say, absence makes the heart go fonder, well it had, because Alex Morgan wanted more than just the teasing she had done.

She’d always felt her heart skip a beat when you smiled, or when you laughed, felt an ache in her core when you’d react to her teasing, your eyes falling shut as you shivered.

Kelley pulls the woman out of her trance, slapping her on the back.

“If you want to make things right, maybe you should talk to her?” She suggests and Alex shakes her head.

“She won’t listen to anything I have to say, why should she?” She frowns and Kelley takes a deep breath.

“Because she loves you stupid, don’t fuck it up again.”

Alex watches Kelley go with an arched brow.

“Yeah right.” She mumbles turning away, just catching you turning away from her.

The forward smiles softly.

“Maybe she’s right after all.”

***

Alex had tried, failing each and every time to get to you and when she got close a proverbial Pitbull stepped in her way, that Pitbull being Christen Press.

A hard knock on her hotel room door had her and Kelley both jumping the defender looking at the forward.

“I think we can both guess who that is, I hope you’re ready.” Kelley moves to her feet, patting Alex on the shoulder before she moves to the door, opening it to reveal not only Christen but Tobin as well.

“I’ll give you guys the room.” She slips passed them, Christen and Tobin quick to slip in after her, shutting the door behind them.

“What the hell are you playing at?” Christen snarls the second her green orbs lock with Alex’s blues.

“Let me explain-

“No!” Christen barks. “You fucked up Alex Morgan, you fucked up and broke Y/N’s heart.” She roars, Tobin placing a hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

“Why won’t you leave her alone?” Tobin asks, calmly and Alex closes her eyes.

“I know what I did was wrong...”

Christen scoffs.

“Yeah, no shit.”

“I-I care about her.” Alex frowns, hanging her head, unable to look at the two women in the room, the two women who share a glance.

“No, you don’t, or you wouldn’t have done to her what you did, lead her on.” Christen throws her hands in the air angrily.

“I know, okay? I know.” Alex covers her face with her hands. “I thought I didn’t care about her...”

Christen opens her mouth but Tobin gives her shoulder a squeeze, making the woman’s mouth snap shut.

“I didn’t think I did, but... Being without her...” Alex shakes her head, picking her head up to reveal her red rimmed blue orbs. “I was, I was using her crush on me to tease her...” She mumbles, Christen and Tobin remaining silent as they listen. “I thought I didn’t care for her, but... But I did, I do and I just want to make this right...” She hands her head, her eyes slammed shut as she waits for Christen and Tobin’s reactions.

The two forward share a glance Christen’s eyes narrowed, whereas Tobin is relatively calm, which of course, is far from surprising.

“Why should be let you anywhere NEAR her?” Tobin asks, Alex again picking up her head to reveal the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“If she doesn’t want me that’s fine, she deserves an apology at least...” She mumbles, Christen and Tobin sharing another glance, both nodding.

“Fine.” Christen growls. “If you hurt her again, I’ll personally stomp you into the ground.”

Christen flips around, stomping out of the room, leaving Tobin behind, the woman turning back to Alex.

“I won’t stomp you into the ground, but I’ll watch Christen do it.”

“I believe it... I won’t hurt her again, I’ll promise.”

***

It’s days later when Alex finally gets the opportunity to talk to you, her blue orbs locking with wary Y/E/C orbs.

“What do you want?” You whisper under your breath, Alex frowning as she takes a step towards.

“To say I’m sorry... You-You didn’t deserve what I did to you and...”

You scoff.

“There, you said you’re sorry, that’s all right?”

You go to slip passed Alex, the woman quickly turning to grab your wrist, stopping you from leaving, her hold gentle on your wrist, noting that tenderness, you turn around to face her.

You nod, silently giving her the go ahead to speak and she does.

“I’m so sorry... I knew how you felt about me, and I used that, I toyed with you and I’m so fucking sorry, I can never ever get back that trust again, and if you don’t even want to speak to me again, I get it. I do, but I just need you to know that I’m sorry and I-

Alex stops to catch her breath, letting out an unintentional sob she tries to cover up with a cough, but it doesn’t go by missed, not to you.

“I know... This isn’t the right time...” Alex shuffles nervously something you’re not used to seeing from the woman whose blue orbs will no longer meet yours.

“I thought I didn’t care about you.” She whispers and your stomach clenches tightly.

“You thought...?” You mumble under your breath, Alex nodding.

“I thought I didn’t, but I miss you...” She mumbles, a sudden tear leaking from her glassy blue eyes.

“I... I didn’t realize it then, but I realize now that when I was...”

Alex takes a deep breath.

“When I was teasing you I felt something too.”

She frowns.

“It was just a game for me, at least that’s what I thought... But now...”

Alex shakes her head.

“Now I know that I felt...” Alex shakes her head. “Feel the same way.”

Your eyes widen, tears leaking from your eyes, running down your own cheeks.

“Alex I-

A sudden throat being cleared pulls your attention away from one another, the both of you ridding your cheeks of tears before turning to face Christen and Tobin.

“We need to get ready for the game.” Christen says curtly, green eyes narrowed as they dart between the two of you.

“Thanks Chris.” You nod, the woman humming as she places a hand on your shoulder.

“Everything okay?” She asks and you nod, turning to Alex.

“Still remains to be seen...”

***

Alex Morgan, was furious, more than furious.

Watching you get fouled again and again made her blood boil, and ever still, no fouls were getting called.

It was when you let out a cry, falling and remaining on the ground that Alex snapped, marching right up to the Canadian player, Chapman that had fouled you nearly the entire second half.

“What the FUCK is your problem?” She snarls, giving the woman a rough shove.

“What does it mean to you Morgan?” She shoves her back, the forward snarling.

“You put your hands on her again and I’ll beat the shit out of you myself.” She snarls, the two now nose to nose.

“Oh, I get it, you’re into her, aren’t you?” She scoffs. “I mean at least she has someone to take care of her after the game...” She shrugs.

You watch with wide eyes as Alex lands a solid punch on the woman’s right cheek, knocking the woman off her feet.

Your teammates are quick to grab the angry forward who tries to get out of their grasp, while the Canadians check on their fallen comrade.

“Fucking BITCH.” Alex spits, still trying to get out of her teammate’s hold.

“Alex.” You wince, the woman stilling when she realizes you’re attempting to get to your feet.

“No, don’t get up.” She frowns, your teammates letting her go so she can check on you.

“It’s okay.” Alex whispers, cupping your cheek. “You’re okay.”

The ref eventually makes her way over, unsurprisingly giving Alex a red card that sends her off the field for the remainder of the game.

Reluctantly, she moves off field, slipping passed Vlatko without a single word as she moves to the locker room.

Luckily for you, Vlatko uses his last sub to sub you out, knowing you can continue the game, but also knowing not only that you need to rest your leg, but also that you have a very important conversation to have with a certain forward you both know.

***

You limp into the locker room with a grimace, your teeth clenched.

“Al?” You call out, almost immediately the forward is on you, wrapping her arms around you.

“Are you okay?” She asks, holding you tightly and you nod.

“I’m fine, but what about you?” You ask, Alex sighing as she holds up her bruised knuckles.

“Nothing ice won’t fix.” She shrugs.

The two of you take a seat on a nearby bench, both silent, though you feel a sense of loss when Alex leaves the bench, coming back seconds later with a bag of ice.

“Sit still.” She whispers, kneeling down in front of you to tenderly place the bag of ice on your injured ankle.

You watch the woman dote over you, gently removing the cleated shoe from your foot before ever so gently lifting your leg up and onto the bench, sitting down and resting it in her lap as she examines the bruising skin.

“I should’ve hit her harder.” Alex snarls when she sees the cleat mark like bruises on your leg, her fingertips gently running along them.

The touch you feel is unlike, like the fleeting touches Alex had given when teasing you, a hint of something familiar, but something entirely brand new, something that felt almost like a new beginning, a new piece of Alex Morgan’s heart exposed to you.

“We need to talk.” You whisper, Alex’s blue eyes widening as they jump up to lock with your Y/E/C orbs.

“Okay...” She swallows hard, nodding.

“But not here.” You finish, the woman closing her eyes.

“Okay, wherever you want.”

“The hotel, I’ll meet you in your...” You pause, causing Alex’s brows to furrow.

“Our room.” You finish, the forward’s lips splitting into a wide grin.

She nods.

“Okay. I... I’ll be there.” She says, blushing and you snicker.

“Well I hope so, I mean it’s our room...” You jest, Alex rolling her eyes.

“Shut up.”

***

Alex paces the room nervously, thankfully Kelley had made a quick exit when Alex told her you were coming back to your room, the defender happy that the two of you were going to FINALLY talk about the very large, rainbow colored elephant in the room.

The door slowly creaks open and she flips around, smiling when you limp through the door.

“Careful.” She whispers when you make your way into the room, forgoing sitting on the bed in favor of making your way towards her.

“Sit.” You command, Alex’s blue orbs widening before she complies, plopping right down on the end of the bed, blue orbs looking up at you.

You still, your eyes locking with her shining azure orbs.

To your own surprise, and Alex’s you advance on her, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her lips.

The woman stills blue eyes wide.

Eventually, she pulls herself out of her trance enough to kiss back, her lips pressing softly against yours before you abruptly pull back, Alex already missing the gentle caress of your lips against hers.

“We still need to talk but I just... I had to do that.” You shake your head, grinning, a grin Alex is more than happy to return.

“I can’t say I’m complaining.” She shrugs and you chuckle.

You sit beside her on the end of the bed sighing deeply before you turn to her with a small smile.

“I want this with you Al... I want you, but I’m scared...” You intertwine your fingers together, your chin resting on top of your joined hands.

Alex swallows hard, turning away, her throat tightening.

“I can’t take it if you hurt me again...” You whisper, sniffling, causing Alex to abruptly turn back to you just as the first of your tears start to fall.

“Come here.” Alex shuffles up the bed, towards the headboard, a hand held out to you.

The forward grins brightly when you take it, a tear slipping down her own cheek.

The second she’s able to, Alex’s arms slip around you, the woman burying her nose in your hair.

“I can’t promise there won’t be time where the two of us don’t have disagreements, but I’ll NEVER hurt you like that again... Never I...” Alex swallows hard, taking a deep breath.

Ever so gently, you cup Alex’s cheeks, turning her head until your eyes lock. It’s with her eye locked with yours that the woman finally finds the courage to say what she’d been denying for so long.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widen, your breath hitching.

Your Y/E/C orbs dart around her face, searching for any sign of doubt in the woman’s shining blue orbs.

You find none.

You shake your head, sniffling as tears run down your cheeks, tears she’s quick to swipe away.

“I love you too.”

Alex grins, leaning forwards, closing the distance between the two of you, your lips meeting in a gentle, passionate kiss.

The two of you part and your grin, pecking her lips once more.

“You know, when you’re not acting like a fuckboy, you’re actually pretty sweet.” You tease, Alex’s cheeks flushing.

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am Y/N...” She whispers as you gently caress her cheeks.

“I know. I know you are, just give me time...” You whisper, the forward nodding.

“You can have all the time you need, I just hope you’re okay with me being by your side...”

“I am, I want it more than anything.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine

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sage-nebula · 3 years

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Hello! I know that it is not actually a pokemon type so to speak but I'm staring down an essay deadline with less than half the word count. Would you mind talking about your favourite pokemon that is a dog or canine? Like the pokemons that are also dogs? Does that make sense? Sorry I'm very sleep deprived right now. Thank you so much for always being such a lovely presence on my dash and I hope you have a brilliant day!

Thank you for the compliments, and I would be glad to talk about some of my favorite PokéCanines! I’ll talk about all of my favorite canine pokémon, though please do note that I am leaving out the Ecruteak Trio because it is hotly debated whether they are canines or not and I do not feel like getting into that tonight. (For the record, I feel that Entei is definitely canine, Raikou is feline, and Suicune is too hard to tell, but still, I don’t want to get into it, so I will leave it at that.)

Growlithe / Arcanine — Probably my favorite of the canines for personal, sentimental reasons. When I imagined my previous dog in the Pokémon world, I imagined her as a Growlithe who would evolve into an Arcanine, because the PokéWorld doesn’t have a sheltie pokémon and I felt that the fluff and warmth of Growlithe fit her best, along with the ‘Dex descriptions of them being very loyal and willing to do anything to protect their trainer. My previous dog was exactly like that. But I also feel that Arcanine would be just such a wonderful pokémon to be companions with because they are gigantic, fire-breathing fluffy puppies, and riding them across the countryside would be AMAZING. (Not that I live in the countryside, but I do live in the midwest, so the plains are everywhere and not hard to find.) They’re just so good.

Smeargle — Okay, I will admit, Smeargle loses some points for being bipedal. HOWEVER. They gain those points back by virtue of how cool they are! While they’re not very useful in battle, sadly, due to low stats and the like, Smeargle are cool because each Smeargle has a different color paint (it’s not really paint, more a bodily fluid they use like paint, but close enough), and that as they grow up they let other Smeargle that they are close put their pawprints on their back. (So in other words, Smeargle A let’s Smeargle B use Smeargle B’s ink to put Smeargle B’s pawprints on Smeargle A’s back.) The ‘Dex always says “comrades,” but listen . . . we know what it means when two Smeargle have each other’s pawprints on their back. They are in love.

Houndour / Houndoom — ACTUAL HELLHOUNDS, THEY ARE GREAT. True, the fact that their breath smells like sulfur is kind of gross, but their design and concept are so incredibly cool, and I also just absolutely love the mental image of a Houndour puppy having gigantic paws they have yet to grow into. It’s just the absolute cutest. I also like to imagine that my current dog would be a mixed-breed Houndour and Poochyena in the PokéWorld, so there’s that, too.

Flareon & Umbreon — Listen, some of the Eeveelutions look like felines, some of them look like canines, and others (such as Jolteon) make it really hard to tell. But I’m convinced that Flareon and Umbreon are both canines, and I love them both. FIRST of all, Flareon DOES NOT deserve the hate it gets. It is small and soft and so incredibly warm, it CAN be useful in battle, and most importantly, FLAREON WAS NOT THE FALSE PROPHET AND DID NOTHING WRONG, EVERYONE WHO HATED FLAREON DURING TPP SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES. If you don’t know what I’m talking about there, you don’t need to know about it, but just know that Flareon had a lot of libel posted about it and it was completely unacceptable. As for Umbreon, Umbreon is the Eeveelution I connect with the most given that I am naturally nocturnal, and I love how its rings grow stronger depending on what phase the moon is in. Shiny Umbreon is also choice. They’re definitely the best two Eeveelutions (though Espeon is also up there, sorry Espeon, although Espeon is also one of the feline ones and so shouldn’t be discussed here anyway).

Poochyena / Mightyena — As discussed in another ask, technically hyenas are not canines (or felines), but I’m still going to include them here because the localization team at the very least thought that Poochyena looked like a puppy (“pooch”), hence its name. I LOVE these two. Although my Mightyena ended up underperforming in AlphaSapphire, I’ve always loved the scruffy look contrasted with how loving and puppylike they can be. Also, again, I like to think of my current dog as a mixed breed Houndour/Poochyena, so there’s that, too.

Absol — Absol is another contested one, but I always thought Absol looked canine to me, so I’m going to count it. Absol is wonderful because it not only has a super cool design (though could also benefit from a dual typing, I feel), but also because this is another poor baby who has had so much unfortunate slander spread about it. Absol just wants to help! Absol wants to warn people! And people decide that instead of being grateful, they want to blame the messenger!! Absol does not deserve this at all, and the world likewise does not deserve Absol. That is a fact.

Lillipup / Herdier / Stoutland — Before anyone says anything, NO, these are not shelties. Lillipup is more like a yorkshire terrier, and while Herdier and Stoutland seem like they could be herding dogs of some kind (it’s even in Herdier’s name), I can assure you they do not resemble shelties. More like they resemble oversized yorkies. REGARDLESS, I loved them. Lillipup is adorable, so is Herdier, and while Stoutland is less cute and more gruff, it is also an absolute BEAST. BW confused me because I always took Cheren down easily, but Bianca regularly fucked up my shit with her Stoutland. (And yet they tried to make Stoutland Cheren’s ace in the sequels, smh . . .) My Stoutland was also very reliable. Very good doggos, 10/10

Rockruff / Lycanroc — WOLVES!!! FINALLY WOLVES!!! oh my GOD I waited SEVEN GENERATIONS for this!! To be fair, when I was a child I mistook MIghtyena for a wolf because of the coloring and the fact that it looked like a canine, but as I got older I learned the truth and was back to being disappointed. And while the fact that this line is pure rock (which has a million weaknesses) is disappointing, and while I’m also not fond of Midnight Form being bipedal, I can forgive it because we finally have wolves AND ALSO Rockruff is adorable and perfect AND ALSO because so is Midday Form. Plus, despite rock-type having so many weaknesses, my Midday Lycanroc is pretty strong, so. It works out.

Yamper / Boltund — Okay, I will level with you: a corgi evolving into a greyhound is kind of weird. Also, I do question why they used yorkshire terriers in Unova when they should have saved them for Galar, and instead maybe had like, American bull terriers (a.k.a. pitbulls) in Unova instead (although I guess some could argue that Snubbul / Granbull are pitbulls, but I disagree, I think they look more like English bulldogs than pitbulls). Regardless though, anyone who says that Yamper is anything other than adorable does not have eyes (the puppy has a heart on its butt), and also they are the GOODEST of puppers in how they bring your pokéballs back to you. And while it took me a bit to get used to Boltund, my Boltund, Poppy, is AMAZING and love her very, very much. This line is great and I love them. ♥

Zacian & Zamazenta — FINALLY, SOME LEGENDARY WOLVES!! And not only are they legendary wolves, but one has a tuft of fur it can turn into a shield around its neck and the other CARRIES A SWORD IN ITS MOUTH, HOW BADASS IS THAT. I do get a little annoyed when people call them doggos when they are actually wolfos, but that doesn’t change how excited I was to have some legendary wolves at last, particularly ones dedicated to beating up hellspawn from space. I love them, they are beautiful, 10/10.

So those are my favorite canine pokémon!! If anyone disagrees with any of these pokémon being canines, I do not care and I do not want to fight about it, please do not send discourse my way. And as a final note, here are two lists of future canines / dog breeds I hope to see in future gens:

Dog Breeds: SHELTIES, miniature schnauzers, Italian greyhounds, German shepherds, Siberian huskies, dachshunds, shiba inu, some kind of spaniel, chihuahua (and it HAS to be fighting-type, it HAS to), and many others. You can never have too many doggos.

I also have to have one more final grievance at the fact that we didn’t get shelties in Galar either considering that sheltie is a nickname for shetland sheepdog, and this breed of dog ORIGINATED IN SCOTLAND, which at least part of Galar (particularly the Crown Tundra) was inspired by, ffs Game Freak why did you miss this opportunity.

Wild Canines: Maned wolves, African wolf, African wild dog, dingos, coyotes, and just more wolves in general, honestly. I would say more foxes too, but we already have several fox lines, and while I wouldn’t say no to them, I want to see more wolves get attention first.

Anyway, thanks for asking!! I love Pokémon and I love canines, so this was a fun ask!

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bleufrost · 5 years

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You Chose This || John Wick x reader

Summary: youve been working as a bartender at the Continental for a few years and have secretly been seeing the infamous Baba Yaga for as long as hes been back out of retirement. Yes, he's been labeled "excommunicado," but that wont stop you from doing your damn best to work on saving him.

Warnings: mentions of blood, brief violence, some slightly sexual (?) content, and weapons

A/N: this is sort of au i guess (but what fanfic isnt) and is set between chapters 2 and 3 (: kind of angsty, kind of fluffy, kind of steamy. the summary is shit btw and more of a background knowledge thing than anything else. enjoy!

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You had nearly dropped the shot glass that you held between your fingers to land in a million sharp pieces on the ground when Winston shared with you that he had been forced to make the painstakingly difficult choice to declare John Wick "excommunicado."

John. Your John who you had spent the last few years getting to know and love both at a surface level, and at a completely and utterly intimate one. Your John who had come back time and time again with new cuts and bruises for you to tend to. Your John who held you close as you cried over the many faces who had come and gone, never to be seen again in this world, that you had come to know as friends. John was to be one of them now. You may never see him alive again, and you could not accept that.

Winston had barely escaped that shot glass that hadn't slipped, but instead had been thrown, in a fit of anger toward his head. He did not however, escape the onslaught of hateful words you screamed his way immediately after.

You had trusted him, John had trusted him. And he had betrayed you both.

Of course, it wasn't that simple. Winston had been forced into a corner with no other option but to turn his back on a friend. It had been painful for him, but logic and understanding were far from your mind as you asked, no, demanded one simple thing from your boss.

"Where can i find him?"

Two hours later, you were pulling your car up the driveway of a small, inconspicuous cabin that hid in the middle of a secluded forest. You never would have found it if it weren't for Winston's very clear and detailed instructions. It was the perfect hiding spot.

Your heart was racing and your hands shook from a mix of adrenline and nerves. He would be waiting for you, gun in hand and looking for a fight. It was nothing personal and you knew it. His entire life was driven by the neverending chase that nearly always landed his prey laying dead where they stood breathing not a moment ago. He lived in darkness and solitude save for a wife you never had the pleasure to meet, a single stolen puppy, and the one loyal companion he could trust now, his pitbull. You could never fault him for what he may do now that he was finally the one being chased; it was in his nature.

Putting the car into park, you reached into the back and quickly loaded the revolver, sliding it into the holster on your thigh. A similar one housing a knife could be found within your boot and, as you felt for it to ensure its presence, you remembered a time long ago when John had unzipped that very boot and undid the clasp that held the knife and holster in place against your delicate skin. He was so soft, working so nimbly with rough fingers that would never purposefully bring you harm. You missed him and you desperately hoped he wasn't as afraid right now as you would be in his position.

Taking a final breath, you pulled on the door handle and swiftly escaped the confines of the vehicle. The leaves crunched beneath your heel as you made your way to the door; you would be quiet, but not quiet enough for him to immediately label you a threat. Finally reaching the handle, you knocked softly and called out a gentle, "John?" before making a move to open the door. Surprisingly, it opened with ease and you barely heard the soft pad of feet against the floor as John no doubt had retreated back into one of the rooms to give himself the advantage.

Walking further in, you took note of the bloodstained cloths and used up paper towel rolls that were marred with blood; John's no doubt. Normally the sheer amount of blood would lead to concern, but if he was currently facing the wrath of nearly every assasin on Winston's roster than this seemed to pale in comparison of what may come. What you hoped to help him escape from, or fight if you must.

"John? I'm not here to hurt you." You called again as you further made your way to his door. Before entering where you knew he would be you tried one last time to call him, only to be met with a small whine from what you assumed was his baby, and then silence. Finally, you decided there was nothing more you could do but open it and hope to not be met with the business end of a gun barreling a bullet at your head.

The moment you so much as cracked the door open slightly, your body was slammed back against the floor. Honestly, you were proud of him for clearly being injured and still managing to fight back virtually as well as he would have completely unharmed. You were proud, but not proud enough to distract from the throbbing headache you felt forming.

"You have one chance to leave and never come back," John jumped on top of you, instantly pointing a pistol at your head. You smiled up at him almost sadly, "Hi John. I'm not here to fullfill any contract. Not an assassin, remember?" His eyes studied you for the briefest of moments before he got up and held a hand out to assist you up. You took it, and in an instant he had your body pressed against his. You felt his hand slide down your side smoothly until his fingers found your thigh. Your eyes shut slowly at the feeling of his warm hands on you and you sighed soflty before feeling those same gentle hands roughly grasp the holster you had placed there only minutes ago. "Why are you armed if you don't plan to kill me?" John tore the holster from your thigh and pushed you back slightly.

"There's another one in my boot. You know the one. I brought them to be safe, it was just a precautionary measure John. You told me to never go unarmed, for once I'm taking your advice." You offered him another small smile at that. The two of you had spent many long nights together, early mornings wrapped in sheets and murmuring soft whispers of a life beyond the Continental. Each day before one of you left, John would lecture you on the importance of staying armed in case of emergency. He told you there were times he could not protect you in person. So one day he knelt before you, leaving small traces of kisses with his mouth against your heated skin, beginning at your knee and traveling downward to the smooth skin of your ankle. Upon reaching it he slid the sheathed knife, which had been encased within the holster he had bought for you, around your leg, allowing his fingers to trail away from your skin once he was done.

John studied you once more, looking for any trace of deceit upon your features but there was none. He let out a labored breath before allowing himself to slump slightly against you. He held you for a moment and you felt his walls come down as he finally felt safe enough to let you in. The fact that he had not bothered to completely disarm you did not go unnoticed, and that coupled with his allowed vulnerability in front of a person he knew remained armed warmed your heart in a way only a person living in this world of death could appreciate.

"You can't be here. They're coming for me and if they know you're helping me, they will kill you." John's voice was rough and desperate, almost pleading in a way. His words told you to go, but you felt as though he was really asking if you would stay. Not in a forceful way, never in a forceful way, but he needed to know you understood the situation before you truly made a choice. If you wanted to leave, you could; but you didn't want to leave, in fact if you could choose you would never leave his side again. People were so fleeting in this life that you would never dare say it aloud, but you loved him.

"John, I knew what was happening before I came here. I knew that as soon as I chose to leave the safety of the Continental I would be in fair play. I think everyone knew I would choose you no matter what, except for maybe you." John looked away from you in what you could only describe as shame before he whispered out, "I'm sorry. I never meant for you to get involved in this. I didn't want this for you." You could have sworn you felt tears wetting your hair where John's face had taken rest and your heart broke at the uncharacteristic display of pain that he was unable to disguise any longer.

You pulled back and held his face between your hands as his arms remained resting at your sides. "Listen to me John, this isn't your fault. You never asked for any of this, and it is so far from the peace you really deserve. I made the choice to come here. I chose to follow you here because I knew that by your side is where I belong. You never forced, or even asked me to risk my life...but I'm doing it anyways because I know that living in a world that you aren't in is just not living for me. I chose you, and I would do it a million times over again." He tried to pull away then, but you held him close. You wouldn't let him turn away now, if he wanted to reject you after you had put almost everything you felt for him out in the open then he would have to face you while doing it. You knew in your heart that he would never turn you away though, even if neither of you would admit it, there was something there that ran deeper and truer than the blood within your veins.

"Are you sure about this? If you want out, I will do everything in my power to get you out."

"I think I made it pretty clear what I want, John." At that moment he leaned forward and you knew that there, with his lips pressed blissfully against yours, you would happily live out the rest of your days.

Unfortunately, you knew you couldn't stay there. It was the dog's little whimpers behind you that called the two of you back to reality. John reluctantly pulled his lips back from yours and went over to check on the little pup. You watched him adoringly as he tended to him, refilling the water bowl and putting a can of dog food out for him. You decided to lay out a blanket and some pillows that you found in the adjoining room to serve as a makeshift dog bed. John smiled warmly at you when he discovered the tiny bed you had put together and moved to wrap his hand around yours, taking you to the room that he had chosen to sleep in.

Once in the room, you grabbed some bandages, gauze, and disinfectant and walked over to John. "Sit still and tell me if anything I do hurts too much, okay?" You waited for him to give you a nod before helping him take off his dress shirt. You unbuttoned it slowly, allowing your fingers to gently feel the skin beneath as you made your way to the last button. John pulled his arms from the shirt, and you admired his bare chest for a moment before refocusing your attention to his poorly dressed wounds. You knew John had never been good at cleaning himself up, at least not in that sense. You shook your head and looked up into his eyes from the kneeling position you were in, "John, we really need to teach you how to fix yourself up better." You laughed lovingly as he returned the smile and replied, "I don't need to learn if you don't mind doing it." You didn't miss the seriousness behind his humor and it once again solidified to you that John really did love you deeply and sincerely.

The next hour or so consisted of slightly pained intakes of breath and calming hands that followed after the rubbing of gauze and disinfectant that would hopefully work to heal the torn and bruised flesh. John didn't waste a second after you had cleaned up all of the used material, and you found yourself wrapped securely in his arms as you two lay in bed. He was usually fairly affectionate depsite what others may believe, but he was being undeniably moreso now. You didn't mind in the slightest, reveling in the tender way he caressed your body, as if it were the most fragile thing he had ever held. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." It was a whisper into the night that was spoken so quietly that you weren't sure if it were more an oath to you or himself. You had no idea what lay in store for the two of you and John's pup. All you knew was that you felt safer now, being hunted down by the world's most ruthless assassins that lurked in every corner and would stop at nothing to complete the contract that was now upon both of your heads, than you had ever felt before. It was in John's arms that you held no fear for what you surely should find terror in because, when all was said and done, dying was nothing in comparison to living a life without him.

You chose this. To be hunted and potentially torn apart. And you would always choose to remain hunted so long as you could spend your days running alongside John.

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A/N: wow that was long but hopefully worth the read! Im realizing pretty fast that dialogue is a bitch to write lol. I love vulnerable john because hes always such a badass but we all KNOW hes a total softy behind closed doors. anywho, I hope you guys enjoyed it and shoot me an ask or message if you have any requests!

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crossbows-and-moonshine · 5 years

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Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twelve)

(Chapter one)

(Chapter two)

(Chapter three)

(Chapter four)

(Chapter five)

(Chapter six)

(Chapter seven)

(Chapter eight)

(Chapter nine)

(Chapter ten)

(Chapter eleven)

Drowning sorrows and dealing with the aftermath.

Headcanon; The boys' accent gets thicker when they're drunk, emotional or nervous.

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The first hour of drinking was done so in silence, awkward at first like no one knew what to say. It eased into a more companionable silence after the alcohol started working its magic though and by the end of the hour, they were all well on their way to being drunk considering the amount of whiskey drank. Rocco had been the first to talk, he hated awkward situations and comedy was like his knee jerk reaction. So he opted to tell some funny stories from work and succeeded in making them laugh. Then Connor joined in, telling his own stories or commenting on Rocco’s. Lila and Murphy had stayed silent. They kept glancing at each other and locking eyes until one of them would look away. There was still the large elephant in the room but neither wanted to address it tonight, they'd much rather get drunk instead of dealing with the problem. A few more drinks in and Murphy finally warmed up enough to join in the conversation, and in their usual fashion, the twins told stories, switching it up between them as they told them.

Lila was laughing her ass off by this point at one of the twins' stories from when they were only 10 years old. The alcohol had done wonders to ease her tension as well as the boys and they weren't thinking about the events of the night. The four of them had flushed cheeks and were practically swaying as they sat as their brains were saturated in alcohol.

“-so obviously Murph was furious, he was gunnin’ for Jimmy Flanagan like a fuckin’ pitbull. Bare in mind, Jimmy is a huge fuck, five years older than us, but Macho Murph here fuckin’ went after him anyway!” Connor laughed animatedly, eyes lighting up as he told the story with his hands waving all around.

“Aye, but I wasnae gonna let him say that shit about ye deartháir (brother), only I can say that shit about ye.” Murphy snorted, making a fist with his hand to prove his point.

“Yeah well, a lot o’ good it did ye, ye went down like a sack o’ shit from the first punch!” Connor laughed loudly as the others erupted into a chorus of laughter.

“Fuck you! I was ten! He was fifteen, at least I had the balls te even go after him!” Murphy scowled offended, making his twin laugh even harder.

“Aye ye did. But t’was Ma that ended up whoopin’ his ass inte next week for hurtin’ her precious wee Murph.” Connor howled, remembering his mother's fury at the asshole that dared to hurt his brother as the others laughed.

“You can’t be serious! Your Ma kicked hi--” Lila’s sentence was cut off by a rather loud burp that left her lips and she slapped her hand over her mouth as her eyes widened. There was silence as the boys looked at her shocked before they burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. Lilas' cheeks flushed but she snorted and shook her head.

“Fuckin’ hell lass, think ye’ve been hangin’ around with us too much.” Connor laughed, looking at her incredulously.

“How the fuck did that burp come out of a tiny thing like you?” Rocco snorted, looking somewhat impressed and also amused. She glanced to Murphy and he was looking at her with a small smile, shaking his head. She felt a warmth spread through her chest and she smiled back before looking down. Even with the alcohol, she was still conflicted and she hated it. She missed how things were, she missed Murphy. Her mood was going downhill rapidly.

“Why didn’t you guys just tell me you liked me instead of being dicks?” She blurted out, the alcohol apparently making her brain filter malfunction. She glanced at Murphy and then Connor, noticing their laughter stopped abruptly. Connor shifted awkwardly where he sat. He didn't really expect the question, it caught him off guard. Murphy glared at his hands and chewed his lower lip, suddenly feeling anxious. Rocco felt like he was intruding so he got up and slipped onto the fire escape to have a smoke, not wanting to stick around whilst shit got serious.

“Do we have te do this now lass?” Connor asked regretfully as he blinked at her a little. They were all pretty drunk and he didn't think this conversation was a good idea.

“Yeah, we do. It was a shitty thing to do to me. And If I’m gonna forgive you for it, I’d like to know.” The whiskey had made her bolder, and she didn't seem angry now, she seemed curious and sad instead. Murphy wiped a hand over his face and squirmed a little. He’d hoped to avoid the topic of anything that had happened for the night.

“Lila, I think this conversation would be better for the mornin’.” Murphy said softly, glancing to her through his lashes. She looked at him and the raw hurt in her eyes made him swallow the lump forming in his throat as his heart ached. He lowered his gaze, unable to meet her eyes out of pure shame.

Connor shifted to sit to face her fully and took one of her hands in his carefully, watching for her reaction. She just looked down at their hands and blinked for a minute before turning her eyes back on him. The whiskey seemed to have quelled her anger.

“Look...we know we did wrong, and we’ll spend the rest o’ our miserable lives fuckin’ grovellin’ if we have te, but we are sorry. We just...didn't think I guess? I dunno. We just didn't think ye thought o’ us more than friends. Which makes it worse in a way, that we’d do it anyway thinkin’ that we’d never have a chance.” Connor rambled drunkenly, struggling to find the right words with his alcohol-soaked brain. Lila just stared at him, letting his words sink through the layers of alcohol.

“We were selfish, and we’re sorry. I’m sorry.” Murphy whispered as his gaze practically burnt her with its intensity, almost pleading with his blue eyes. She nibbled her lower lip for a minute before she turned back to Connor.

“I need time, to trust you both again. Out of everyone, I never thought you two would do this to me. I thought I could trust you both with my life.” She said sadly as she looked down to where Connor was still holding her hand.

“Ye can lass. I know it might not seem like it, but we’ll fuckin’ prove it te ye.” Connor said sincerely. Lila then looked back to Murphy who was still watching her carefully, painfully aware of his brother holding Lilas' hand and how he himself had no right to even look at her now, let alone touch her.

“Me and you need a serious talk tomorrow, when we’re not drunk.” She stated seriously, her eyes still showing her pain from what he had done to her. He lowered his head in shame and nodded as he swallowed thickly. He was dreading that conversation but he counted himself lucky she wanted to talk to him at all.

Rocco came back in, looking at them all to see if it was safe, and Lila shot him a weak smile letting him know it was fine. The mood in the loft had grown somber and without words, they all decided they should sleep. Rocco crashed on the couch and almost conked out right away and Lila got up, going behind the screen to change into the shirt she’d been sleeping in. She tried not to think about the fact it was Murphys. When she came back from behind the screen, the boys were in Connors bed and Murphy looked at her. Seeing her still wearing his shirt made his heart hammer hard inside of his rib cage and he closed his eyes. Lila climbed into Murphys bed and curled up facing away from them. She really wasn't looking forward to waking up and having to face everything that had happened with a clear head.

Lila woke first the next morning and she climbed out of bed. She looked around the loft with a frown. The table was in pieces and her clothes were strewn about the place from when Murphy had snatched the bag from her. She was more than shocked she didn't have a hangover but she presumed she was getting used to drinking so much because of the boys. Rocco was still passed out on the couch and she presumed he wouldn't wake until at least noon. She slipped on some sweatpants that Connor had given her previously when she was cold as she looked down at the boys. They were spooning, Connor being the big spoon of course with his arm around Murphys middle, and despite the dull ache in her chest, she smiled to herself. It was amusing and endearing all at the same time. She jumped out of her skin when she heard the door handle rattling a little, watching with wide eyes as the door opened. She relaxed when she saw the maintenance man, she hadn't even noticed one of the twins making a call to him the night before about the flushed away key. The man glanced around at the state of the place and the three sleeping men with almost amusement, presuming they just had a wild night. The man knew the boys, it wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Lila walked over and gave him a grateful smile as he handed her the spare key silently, clearly not wanting to wake the sleeping men in the loft.

She heaved a sigh when the man left as she knelt by the mattress next to Murphy. She took the moment to just look at him. He looked so peaceful and calm when he slept, he looked even younger and boyish. There were so many facets to Murphy, it made her head spin. There was angry Murphy, full of primal and menacing energy that commanded a room. It was sexy as hell unless it was directed at her, then it just made her heart hurt. Then there was sweet Murphy, the side of him that would rub her feet without asking after work when her feet hurt, the side that would ask her continuously if she was hungry or needed a drink, if she was too hot or cold, wanting to make sure she was okay and comfortable at all times. The side she had seen of him the night before was scary, and she needed to be clear to him that if he ever did that again to her, he’d never see her again. It was fine when he was mad at someone else, they always deserved it, but it was uncalled for last night. She wanted to know why he had acted that way with her, she felt like maybe if she heard him out, it could help her to understand and maybe be able to forgive him.

She chewed her lip nervously as she reached a hand out, stroking his hair softly.

“Murph, wake up.” She whispered, rubbing her fingers on his scalp soothingly. Murphy blinked his eyes open tiredly, his eyes settling on her stroking his hair. He gave her a sleepy smile but then it vanished when his brain had given him a mental recap of all that had happened. He felt his heart constrict as he looked at her, she looked so sad and it was his fault. But here she was, stroking his hair and looking down at him like an angel in the light of the loft. She moved her hand and he felt the loss instantly. He watched as she stood and gestured to the fire escape before walking off and going out the window. Murphy sighed and managed to successfully get out of his twins grasp. He chucked his robe on, grabbing his smokes and followed after her.

She was stood leaning against the rail and looking out at nothing in particular and she glanced to him when he joined her side. They were silent for a moment, neither of them looking at the other as Murphy lit a smoke and let the nicotine calm his nerves. He was fully expecting her to tell him she was leaving forever and he felt sick at the feeling, though he knew he deserved it. He wasn't sure what to say so he stayed silent and waited for her to gather her thoughts and talk.

“Why did you act that way?” Her soft voice cut through the air and he still couldn't look at her, instead he opted to focus on his smoke and stare at nothing. He worked his jaw a little as he tried to make sure the words came out right.

“The thought of ye leavin’...I just...When I don’t know how te deal with somethin’, negative shit, I get mad…I dunno why, I’ve always been that way I guess. Ma sent me te a fuckin’ head doctor once ‘cause o’ me temper. But… Wasn't really interested, didn’t listen to ‘em, didn’t care. They gave up tryin’ in the end... I was scared...when ye said ye were goin’. I knew we fucked up and...I was terrified o’ losin’ ye forever. ‘Cause I can’t imagine ye not bein’ in our lives now. And me head...It gets all mixed up when I’m upset, ‘cause I cannae deal with it, so it turned inte anger. The shrink told me once it was some kind o’ defense mechanism, ‘cause I can deal with anger, I can break shit, scream at someone or fuckin’ get in a fight, ye know? I’ve never really lost me temper with someone that don’t rightly deserve it, but last night...was a first for me...and certainly a fuckin’ last.” He admitted, rubbing his lip with his thumb thoughtfully. She nodded a little, glancing at him waiting to see if he continued. She could practically see the cogs in his head turning as he tried to gather his words.

“I know what I did was...I fuckin’...I’m sorry. Can't even tell ye how sorry I am. I let me anger get the best o’ me and I hurt ye. I’ll never forgive meself for it and I don’t expect you too either. Surprised Conn didn't put me in the fuckin’ hospital last night, ‘cause if it was him that did that te ye, I woulda fuckin’ killed him.” He sounded so bitter and angry at himself, sneering at himself almost before taking a long drag of his smoke.

Lila stood there thoughtful for a moment. She was glad he was being open and honest with her, and she already knew he had a temper, his twin had told her as much. She didn't realise it had been that bad he’d had to see someone about it though. She knew he hadn't done it intentionally, she knew deep down he wouldn't hurt her on purpose. It was something he seemed to have no control over. He was scared, scared that he was going to lose her and it had gotten out of hand.

“What happened last night, it can't happen again Murphy. I appreciate you’re sorry and I can see you are. But that kind of shit won't fly with me. If you ever do that to me again, you’ll never see me again.” She said firmly, looking at him. He was shocked, blinking a little as he looked out at nothing still, was she saying that she was sticking around? Did this mean she might eventually forgive him? He nodded and turned to look at her as he discarded his smoke. But his eyes widened, in the light of outside, he could clearly see the bruises formed on the tops on her arms where he had restrained her, he was surprised he hadn't fucking cracked her ribs with the force he used on her.

His face fell visibly and it felt like his heart exploded in his chest and left a gaping hole. Tears stung his eyes and he sucked in a shaky breath, lowering his head in shame. She watched him carefully and when she glanced at herself she noticed the marks, she hadn't even seen them before now. Her heart ached seeing him so upset, despite the fact he should have been since he had been the one to leave those marks on her. But she could see how it was eating him alive. She just wanted her happy Murphy back. She watched him, trying to figure out the next move, what she should do and she saw his chest heaving a little as he tried to calm himself down. He looked so broken and defeated.

Despite her better judgment, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his middle. His hands hung limply at his sides, he didn't deserve her hugs, he didn't deserve anything but a fucking punch from her. He looked at the sky and squeezed his eyes shut as his heart hurt more and more by the second. Tears streaming down his face. Lila felt his body start to shake with silent sobs and she squeezed him tighter, her own tears falling down her cheeks. She would never excuse his behaviour, neither would he, that much was clear. But she couldn't stand to see him hurting like this. It was a bad day and she wanted to move on from it and try to rebuild the friendship they had formed. Because as much as they had hurt her, Murphy in particular, she needed these boys. They meant more to her than she could even vocalize and losing them wasn't an option. She’d told Murphy it couldn't happen again and what would happen if it did, but something told her he would never do it again anyway, it seemed to have traumatised him enough to realise what he had done.

When he felt her squeeze harder, his arms came around her, holding her tightly as one hand went into her hair as usual. His fingers tangled in her wild mane of red hair and he buried his nose in it, the scent soothing him as he broke down. His sobs were pitiful and he sounded like a pained child. Lilas' heart broke into pieces and she fisted the back of his shirt as she cried along with him. They stayed that way until both of their sobs eased off and she moved away just a fraction. She looked up at him with her glassy eyes and tear-stained face and his bottom lip quivered. He lowered his head again unable to look at her and closed his eyes, Lila cupped his cheeks and wiped away his tears. Murphy rested his forehead on hers and reveled in her soothing touch, feeling blessed that she was even showing him this kindness. It was one of the things he loved most about her, how sweet and caring she was, always putting others first even if they didn't deserve it, like him.

“I forgive you Murph. Just make sure it doesn't happen again.” She whispered through her tears. His heart squeezed and he shook his head, he didn't deserve her forgiveness and he'd surely confess after mass on Sunday and do any penances he had to, to atone for his sins. He swallowed thickly, unable to open his eyes and look at the woman that had captured both his and his brother's hearts, a woman who deserved so much fucking better. She hated how he wouldn't look at her, how he didn't want her forgiveness.

“I want my sweet happy Murphy back. Please?” She pleaded softly, her heart aching terribly. His eyes fluttered open, looking so fucking pained and she blinked at him, her thumbs stroking his cheeks softly. He sniffed a little and nodded, the movement making her head move too since his head was on hers, and she gave him a weak smile. He tried to give her one back but it was so small it was almost nonexistent.

She moved away and took his hand to lead him back inside. She wanted to talk to Connor too now, to clear the air. It was the only way they could move past everything and she just wanted to get it over and done with, like ripping off a bandaid.

“Can you wake Connor for me please?” She asked softly, making him nod and walk over to the mattress as he wiped his eyes. She could hear Rocco still snoring away and she found herself going to walk to the table to sit down. She stopped and looked at it forlornly in pieces and she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. The reminders of the night before still hurt and she tried to calm herself, she wanted to move on, she wanted things back to how they were.

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persephonelovesbts · 6 years

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The Line of Kim Chapter 14

Warnings: smut?, partner sharing?, sexual tension

WC: 1,869

Edited: 4/12/2020

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The Club

You were cuddled into Taehyung's chest when his phone buzzed on the bedside table. He let out an exasperated sigh. He reached for the phone and groaned. “Well, jagi, you’ll have the chance to redeem yourself for earlier today. We have another meeting.”

“You’re gonna let me come with you again?” You beam.

“Yes, but this meeting will be much more fun. We’re going to one of my clubs for this meeting.” He smirks.

“You own clubs?” You cock an eyebrow at him.

“You didn’t think we got to skip lines and get in free all the time because we were hot, did you?” He flashes you a boxy smile.

“Well no of course not. The bouncers were always dudes.” You joke.

He lets out a laugh. “Go find something cute to wear.” He slides off the bed and walks into his bathroom. You move to leave but have to catch yourself on the bed when your knees give out. “Sorry!” He shouts over the sound of the shower.

“Fuck you!” You yell back with a giggle. You pull your dress back on and head to your room. You have to waddle from the weird empty feeling between your legs.

Once in your room, you pick out your outfit for the night. You decide on black short shorts that look like leather but are actually very stretchy with black fishnets tights underneath, with a Metallica t-shirt that you tie up in the front to make it a crop top and black vans. It was comfortable, casual, edgy but still sexy.

When you go to the bathroom and look in the mirror, you practically scream at the figure looking at you. Your makeup from earlier was smeared all over your face.

You hear a knock from your room, “Noona?” You hear Jungkook.

“In the bathroom!” you shout.

“You almost ready?” You hear him plop on your bed.

“I just have to fix face and hair.” You open the door to show him your ruined makeup.

He pretends to jump in fear, “Ahh! A zombie! V never said he was going to kill you!” He begins to fake cry, “My poor noona!”

“Fuck you!” You throw a towel at him. You notice he’s wearing all black, skinny jeans with tears in the knees and a leather jacket that fit him like a glove. He has black eyeliner on to make him look less innocent. He looks really hot.

He bursts out in laughter. “Fix your face, before you scare anyone else.”

You go step back in the bathroom and take off your old makeup. “Hey, Kookie. If Tae is a wolf and Jimin is a cat. What are you?”

“Don’t you already know?” He asks confused, “You know, with the whole seer thing?”

“I mean I could but like I would like to actually have a conversation with you.” You snark.

“Oh... I shift into a dog.” He says nonchalantly.

You turn to him with a big smile. “Oh my gosh! Really! What kind?” You say in a shrill voice.

He covers his ears, “The kind who will bite you for using that pitch.”

You just laugh and go back to doing your makeup.

“A pitbull,” He says shyly.

“Oh, I love pitbulls!” You say checking yourself out in the mirror. “I think they’re so adorable.”

“You’re probably the only person in Korea who thinks that.” He says sadly.

You walk out of the bathroom. He is very insecure about his animal form. Probably because people think that pitbulls are dangerous as a breed. You sit next to him on the bed and ruffle his hair, “Oh, but you’re such a good boy, Kookie.” You say like you would to a puppy.

He pushes you away, “Ah! Fuck you, noona. Don’t make me bite you.”

You giggle, “Ready to party hardy?” You do a funny dance.

He laughs, “Yeah, don’t do that at the club, please. It’s embarrassing.”

You walk out to find Jimin and Taehyung waiting in the entryway. Jimin is also in all black. His skinny jeans are not ripped and has on a burgundy tank top to show off his muscular arms. Taehyung is in black leather pants, a white V-neck, and a black varsity jacket. They are also wearing that sexy eyeliner. They just smile in acknowledgment and walk out to the car.

You take the same places in the car as earlier that day. The club is in the city, so it takes a while for you to drive there.

“Jagi, I need you to do me a favor tonight,” Taehyung says after a few minutes of silence. You look over at him. “The guy we’re meeting with is the leader of one of the gangs of Seoul. And he just so happens to like girls that look like you.”

“Are you pimping me out, Taehyung? Because if so fuck you, I’m not doing that.” You say seriously.

Everyone laughs. “No, jagi. But if you were to put on a show for him.” He cocks an eyebrow. “He won’t lay a hand on you, you have my word. I’ll rip it off if he tries.” He says evenly.

“Put on a show? You want me to be sexy? Maybe flirt with him a little?” You question.

“Yes.” He states.

“I can do that.” You nod.

“Good.” He smirks.

Once you make it to the club, its already crowded. You follow your friends to the VIP section. Taehyung pulls you into his lap. “After I introduce you to Im Jaebum, I want you to go dance and have fun. I believe your friend Jiwoo is at the bar.” You immediately look for her at the bar. “I know she’s a party girl, so go have fun with her. Feel free to tease him by looking over here while you dance. Make him think you’re dancing for him.”

You look back at Taehyung. “Can I go all out?”

He smirks, “By all means.”

Jungkook clears his throat catching both of your attention. He lifts the rope to the VIP section to let two men that were covered head to toe in tattoos.

Taehyung stands pulling you up with him then moved to hug the smaller man between them.

“V! What’s up, man?” The man has a deep voice.

“Jaebum.” Taehyung smiles. He takes your hand and pulls you beside him. “I would like you to meet my girl, YN.”

You flash him your best smile. “Hello.” You eye him and bite your lip.

Jaebum’s hair is pushed back. He stares at you for a moment looking very stern, then he breaks into a beautiful smile, “What a beautiful girl. American?”

“How did you know?” You giggle. “You must be really smart.”

“Nah, just observant. We don’t get girls that look like you here often.” He rubs his chin as he eyes you up. He likes what he sees.

“Feel free to keep observing.” You purr. You turn to Taehyung, “I see my friend at the bar, I’m gonna go dance.” You lean on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Jungkook gives you a wink as he lets you out. You find Jiwoo. After letting her know that you are okay and that you’ve been staying with the guys and that she had no need to worry, you convinced her to have fun with you tonight. You did a few shots and were feeling buzzed. You let the bartender know who you were and all of yours and Jiwoo’s drinks were free.

“Wow, how did you do that?” She asked as you walked out to the dance floor, already swaying with the music.

“Well, Tae’s family owns this place.” You lie. “Tae insisted that I never pay for drinks.” That part was true. He also insisted that you don’t drink too much because you get sloppy when you’re drunk, and he was almost always the one who had to hold your hair when you puked your guts up.

A very upbeat song blasts through the speakers and you and Jiwoo move to the beat. It feels good to let loose a little.

The next song is sexy. You look over at the VIP booth. You lock eyes with Jaebum as he talks to Taehyung and flash him a sexy smile. You start to move your body to the beat. You pull Jiwoo close and dance with her. She’s had enough to drink that she doesn’t even question your actions.

You feel a new pair of hands on your hips. You look behind you to find Jimin. “Let’s put on a show, kitten.” He says into your ear. He pulls you tighter to his body, your back flush against his front. Jiwoo finds a guy of her own to grind on.

Jimin moves his hips to the beat. He was an amazing dancer. You had never danced with him when you went to clubs before because he could be so sexy that you couldn’t help but watch. Now though, you grind your ass against him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“You’re so sexy. Look at him, show him how good you are.”

You look back at the VIP section. Jaebum is leaning forward with his elbows on his knees staring at you. You lick your lips and smile at him as you roll your hips on Jimin. You turn to face Jimin. He puts a leg between yours and continues to move to the music with you. “I think my show is affecting you too.” You roll yourself against his erection.

“I think it’s affecting everyone who is watching.” He smirks.

Your fingers find their way into his hair and you pull him close, “I really wish I could kiss you right now.” You say looking deep in his eyes.

His eyes darken with lust, “Later kitten, I promise.” You bite your lip. “We need to go back now.” He takes your hand and pulls you back to the VIP section. You’re very sweaty but Jimin seems unaffected by the heat of the club.

“Having fun?” Taehyung asks you as you sit back in his lap.

“Yeah, Jimin really knows how to move.” You smile over to Jimin. Your eyes drift over to Jaebum, “Do you know how to move your body?” You smile and shimmy your shoulders.

“You have no idea, babygirl.” He smirks.

You feel Taehyung tense underneath you, that pet name is reserved for him. “Do we have a deal then?”

“Definitely,” Jaebum replies, his eyes still on you. He stands and bows. Then offers a hand to you.

Take it. Taehyung'Ys voice is in your head when you hesitate.

You listen, and Jaebum kisses your hand. “It was a pleasure,” Jaebum says then leaves.

Once he’s gone you turn to Taehyung whose eyes are still on Jaebum, stalking his prey. I’m only your babygirl. You send your thought to him.

He relaxes as his eyes meet yours, “I know.” He says. He smiles, “Go have fun. We’ll leave in about an hour.”

“Dance with me?” You smile.

His eyes dart to Jimin, “I’m not in the mood. Jimin’s a better dancer anyway.”

You narrow your eyes, then nod in understanding. You were Jimin’s tonight.

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tehloserprince · 6 years

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30 Songs Tag

Rules: answer all questions then tag 3 people you follow and 3 people that follow you that you want to get to know better

!! I was tagged by the lovely and awesome gal @troubleshootingspacekangaroo - sorry this took me a minute lol I was traveling! I made up for it by putting in some extra effort and linking the songs. :p

1. A song you like with color in the title? “Titanium” - David Guetta feat. Sia (I mean, technically it’s a color, too ... lol)

2. A song that you like with a number in the title? “One, Two Step” - Ciara feat. Missy Elliott.

3. A song that reminds you of summer? “Summer Love” - Justin Timberlake. It’s cheesy, but I really do have some specific summer memories related to this song, ha ha.

4. A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget? Most of Adele’s songs, sadly, but “Hello” in particular. Not gonna link that one because I’m still working on not feeling panicked when I hear it. :| Tbh it’s gotten a lot better. I hope I can enjoy her music again someday, she really does have a nice voice.

5. A song that needs to be played out loud? “Where Them Girls At” - David Guetta feat. Nicki Minaj and Flo-Rida.

6. A song that makes you want to dance? “I Like It” - Enrique Iglesias feat. Pitbull.

7. A song to drive to? “Mr. E’s Beautiful Blues” - Eels.

8. A random song you first think of? “Still Fly” - Big Tymers. Always reminds me of home, lol.

9. A song that makes you happy? “Get Lucky” - Daft Punk. Fun song to listen to on long, late-night drives.

10. A song that makes you sad? “Time After Time” - Cyndi Lauper (More like “wistful”, but yeah.)

11. A sing you never get tired of? “The New Zero” - Rasputina. I’ve loved this group since high school.

12. A song from your past? “Volcano Girls” - Veruca Salt.

13. A song that’s sexy? “Sugar” - Robin Schulz feat. Francesco Yates. (lol I couldn’t think of anything really sexy, so I’m just gonna leave this here.)

14. A song you’d love to be played at your wedding? “(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life” - Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes/Dirty Dancing OST (I don’t really want a wedding - just a reception - but I would absolutely sneak this on the playlist lol.)

15. A song you’re currently obsessed with? “HandClap” - Fitz and The Tantrums. I’m not really obsessed with it by choice, I just kept hearing it on the radio when my partner and I were driving around. :V

16. A song you use to love but now hate? “Ignition (Remix)” - R. Kelly (I don’t like the artist for obvious reasons but I have so many memories attached to this particular song ... it’s like a love/hate relationship.)

17. A song you’d sing a duet with at karaoke? “You Can’t Stop The Beat” - Hairspray. Ha ha I can’t sing, but if I *could* I’d probably sing something from a musical, idk.

18. A song from the year you were born? “Hungry Like the Wolf” - Duran Duran. xD (I’m cheating a bit - technically it was released in the US in December of 1982, but it was popular during 1983, sooooo ...)

19. A song that makes you think about life? “Home I’ll Never Be” - Tom Waits. Kinda fitting that Jack Kerouac wrote the lyrics.

20. A song that has many meanings to you? “Wake Me Up” - Avicii.

21. A song that you think everyone should listen to? “Gunga Din” - The Libertines.

22. A song by a group you wish was still together? “Back Here” - BBMak. Honestly, I couldn’t think of anything else to put here and I remembered liking the song in high school, so ... :V

23. A song that makes you want to fall in love? “Como Quisiera” - Mana (Loved this one since high school. Idk I just think it’s really sweet.)

24. A song that breaks your heart? “Hurt” - Johnny Cash. In a good way, tho.

25. A song with amazing vocals? “Suerte” - Shakira. Tbh I just love Shakira.

26. A song with amazing rap? “Hood Gone Love It” - Jay Rock feat. Kendrick Lamar. (Idk I feel like this one is pretty underrated. Kendrick’s cameo is great and the whole song reminds me of home tbh.)

27. A song that makes you smile? “Crazy Train” - Ozzy Osbourne.

28. A song that makes you feel good about yourself? “Counting Stars” - OneRepublic. Reminds me of long drives and major life changes.

29. A song that you would dedicate to you and your best friend/mutual/someone close to you? “Grown Up” - 2 Skinnee J’s. NOLA has a great music scene - this was a group that randomly played in the city when I was in undergrad. A friend and I went to the show on a whim; it was a lot of fun. Memories ...

30. A song that reminds you of yourself? “The Man Who Would Be King” - The Libertines.

I tag ... uh ... anyone that wants to do this! Tag me so I can see what you pick! :) For added fun, check out stuff by Lazerhawk, FM-84, and Carpenter Brut. I've been listening to a lot of Lazerhawk, lately.

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