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fruitcoops · 9 months
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What about Kasey/Alex for #7?
#7: ...to shut them up
"I just think it's really important that we talk about this," Alex said, coaxing Kasey down by the back of his neck. "It's so--mmm--pivotal to our relationship."
Kasey bit him harder. "I assure you it is not."
"Super sure it is." Alex's infuriating grin wasn't even a little ruined by Kasey's custody of his lower lip; in fact, the slight swell almost made it better. His blunt nails drew goosebumps in their wake down Kasey's back and he pressed Alex further into the couch cushions for a simple moment of peace.
His simple moment lasted two and a half seconds.
"Do you even care about my--"
"Oh my god," Kasey interrupted, leaning back to squish Alex's cheeks between his palms and kissing him firmly on the mouth. He felt a laugh, a squirm, a long leg winding around his thigh and hip as Alex burrowed closer.
His pointed nose was cold, and soothed by a faint kiss. "I'm just saying," Alex continued. "I think it's really insulting that you don't care about my hobbies."
"Wild crab migrations have never been your hobby," Kasey pointed out. Resignation was a tiny drop in the ocean of affection rolling inside him; he took Alex's face in his hands again and shook his head for him until a bright smile crinkled his eyes. "Nature documentaries don't belong in my mouth when your tongue is already there, capische?"
Alex stuck his tongue out. "Did you know they can travel up to--"
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heartthrobohara · 2 years
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6 for Alex/Kasey maybe 👉👈
Finally writing again yippee
"Sure, we can snuggle if it will make you feel better."
Characters belong to @lumosinlove
Kasey didn’t like to lose. Especially not in overtime.
Out of all the fucking teams they could have lost to, it had to be the Snakes. And fucking Snape scored the game-winning goal. He got into a kneeling position, leaning all of his weight on one leg, obnoxious goal horn blaring in his ears and the sea of green loudly cheered. He couldn’t even bother looking up at Snape’s stupid celly as the whole team skated over to him.
As he skated back to the tunnel, a few of the guys gave him light taps on the pads with their sticks and Leo patted him on the back comfortingly.
Kasey was silent in the locker room, keeping his head down as he took off his gear. Maybe he’d have a cold shower, and wallow around in his depressing thoughts for a bit until he couldn’t take it.
“Bliz, you alright?”
Pascal was stripped down to his under armor, a worried look on his face.
“I’m fine Dumo, don’t worry about it.”
Pascal didn’t seem to believe him, but he just nodded.
As soon as Kasey got in his car, he checked his phone. He scoffed at the obnoxious Snakes fans mentioning him in their gloating about the win.
Alex <3
Hey, I was watching the game. That was an insane shot, sorry you guys lost. Fuck the Snakes
Kasey typed out a message in response, finger lingering over the blue arrow for a second. He mentally said “fuck it,” then sent the text.
Fuck the snakes indeed, he added.
Alex <3 loved your message.
Kasey began the drive home, feeling a bit lighter now that he spoke to Alex.
As he swung open the door, he heard the tv. Odd, must have forgotten to turn it off.
One Alex O’hara was lounging on the couch, feet dangling over the edge as Bojack Horseman played faintly on the tv. His phone was lazily laying on his lap and… what the fuck was that one of Kasey’s sweatshirts?
“Alex, what are you doing here?”
Alex had faintly turned his head at the door opening, a tiny smile on his face. “Waiting for you.”
Kasey kicked his shoes off, throwing his keys in the bowl by the door. He walked over, and flopped down on top of Alex, making the man grunt a bit but place his hands on Kasey’s lower stomach.
“Sorry about that game. We can cuddle if it makes you feel better.”
Kasey nodded, burying his face in the crook of Alex’s neck. One of Alex’s hands came to gently play with the hair at the nape of his neck, the other gently rubbing patterns along his back.
Kasey lightly kissed his neck, feeling Alex rumble with a laugh. Yeah, he was feeling better already.
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marvelousthoughts · 5 months
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Y/n: "I'm off the deep end"
Kelley: "Watch as I dive in"
Y/n: "I'll never meet the ground"
Kelley: "Crash through the surface"
Y/n: "Where they can't hurt us"
Kelley and Y/n: "We're far from the shallow now"
Alex: "Did you let yourself rope into quoting song lyrics Kelley?"
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sara-woso · 9 months
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CUTIESSSSSSS
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saraalissa · 4 months
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Hilarious stat of the day 😂😂😂
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Some of my favorite USWNT Instagram posts and teammates commenting in response
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void-argent · 8 months
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VLATKO RESIGNS MOODBOARD
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tiernatime · 2 years
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“DC mems!” obviously means Auntie KO visits!
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whydoiwrite · 1 year
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“I’m proud of us and everyone looks super hot.”
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uswnt-can-get-it · 9 months
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World Cup is coming up……time to break open the USWNT tumblr vault
*cracks knuckles*
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misskelley · 1 year
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“So Ronaldo is the first male player to score in 5 world cups but in actuality Marta and Christine Sinclair score in 5 different world cups before him.”
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fruitcoops · 2 years
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I haven’t been able to get the cubs with a baby out of my head since that one post. Showing up to practices with a little toddler? Two of them coming home to the third asleep on the couch with the baby in his chest? UNCLE ALEX, UNCLE BLIZ, AND AUNTIE NAT
@oknutzyweek prompt #2: Warm II Cold! Characters belong to @lumosinlove, except Grace, who is my OC and can be found in a few other cubs fics here and here
TW for mild illness (child)
Finn woke to lips on his cheekbone and a hand rubbing over his back; he made a quiet, questioning noise and got a gentle hush in return. “Fever?” he mumbled.
“Just over a hundred.” Logan’s accent was heavy and tired on his tongue.
“Knutty?”
“With her now. I came to check on you.”
“M’okay.”
“I know, mon rouge.” The kiss came again and he sat up, blinking blearily in the lamplight. Logan had perched himself on the edge of the bed, looking the same as he had when Finn took the first shift, all those hours ago. He let Logan take his hand and toy with his fingers while his brow furrowed in thought. “I think we should call Dumo.”
“Not the hospital?”
Logan shot him a wry glare. “Don’t tempt me, O’Hara.”
Finn yawned, then cracked a grin. “How long did it take Peanut to peel you off the ceiling?”
“Va te faire.”
“It’s a fever.” He tugged on Logan’s hand and opened his arm for a cuddle, which Logan went into willingly. He was warm, but not burning. Not like Grace’s forehead had been when they first picked her up not halfway through the school day, and not like it had remained throughout dinner and into the wee hours. Finn sighed. “Just a fever.”
“I still want to call Dumo.”
If it were anyone else in the world, Finn might have argued. But it was Logan, and it was Dumo, who would not hesitate to answer a late-night call from his adopted son. He gave Logan’s hip a little pat before releasing him and standing—his back popped in about four different places, and he had to shake his knee out as he padded down the hallway half-blind. His glasses were…somewhere. Probably in Grace’s room, but it was entirely possible he had put them in the fridge again on accident. Leo still hadn’t let him live down the ‘keys in the freezer’ incident and that was months ago.
Finn knocked lightly on the brightly-painted doorframe. “Come in,” a drowsy voice answered just above a whisper.
The small dolphin nightlight cast the whole room in a soft blue glow. The rocking chair creaked as Leo stood with a wince and a yawn, doing his level best not to jostle the lump of blanket in his arms. One sleepy, glassy eye peeked out at Finn and his heart folded like a cheap card table. “Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured. Her bangs were sweaty when he brushed them out of her eyes; her skin was far too warm when he kissed her forehead to check. “How are you feeling?”
Grace sniffled and buried her face in Leo’s shoulder. “Not good.”
“Did you sleep?”
“We caught a couple minutes.” Leo rested his head against Finn’s with a long sigh, nuzzling his cheek. “You?”
“Couple minutes.” After laying in bed for an hour feeling like the worst father in the world. Finn felt Logan’s hand on his waist a moment later and touched Grace gently on the elbow. “We were going to call Grandpa, okay? He might come over and check on you.”
A hum from Leo made both of them look up. “Already called Kasey ‘n Nat,” he murmured, eyes hooded. “They’re on the way. Was just about to head in and let you know.”
“Thanks, love,” Finn whispered with a kiss to his jaw that made Leo smile. He slid his hands under Grace’s arms and lifted her into his own, pulling the blanket back around her shoulders. Leo stood there like he didn’t quite know what to do, only conscious enough to stay upright—Finn gave his bicep a tug and tilted his head toward the door. “Go get some rest. Lo and I can wait up for Bliz.”
Leo shook his head. “Won’t be able to sleep.”
“Try for me, okay?” He mustered a reassuring smile and was grateful Leo didn’t have much fight in him, because he knew for a fact he would crumple under that bullheaded stubbornness when he had only been awake for a few minutes. Grace made a little snuffling noise as Leo and Logan disappeared into the hall—in an instant, every ounce of Finn’s attention was attuned to her. “Gracie?”
“Head hurts.” She twisted her hand in the front of his tshirt. “Daddy, I’m cold.”
Finn’s internal organs made a valiant effort to break right through his ribs and throw themselves at the feet of whatever god smited terrible, horrible, awful fathers who let their sick kids feel cold. Logically, he knew more blankets were a bad idea when Grace was already running too hot, but logic could go fuck itself. His baby was cold. End of story.
“Let’s go into the living room,” he managed. “Nice and warm there.”
“Is Grandpa coming?”
“Not right now, but Auntie Nat and Uncle Kasey are on their way. Are you hungry?”
A whine answered him and he closed his eyes, blowing out a slow breath. God, he knew kids got sick, all the parenting books had outlined the unavoidable petri dish of preschool, but that didn’t make it any easier. If he could swap their places then and there, he would.
It seemed Logan had convinced Leo to shuffle off to bed before moving to sit on the living room couch with his phone clutched in one hand and his eyes trained on the door like it was a stray puck. Finn settled Grace down between them and she curled into Logan’s side, pillowing her head on his thigh. His heart ached at the care with which Logan tucked her blanket back into its proper place. “Five minutes.”
“Kay.”
There was nothing else they could say. Nothing else that mattered. Five minutes felt like thirty seconds, felt like thirty years before headlight shone outside and the knock on the door finally came.
“There’s my baby girl,” Natalie cooed as she entered the house and set a small tote bag by the door, beelining for the couch with a quirked brow to Finn. He nodded, and she knelt by the edge of the couch to take one of Grace’s tiny hands between her own. “I heard somebody wasn’t feeling good. Did your daddy have too many cookies again?”
A giggle drew a soft puff of air from Logan. “No,” Grace said through her laughter. “It’s me.”
“It’s you?” Kasey eased himself onto the couch; Finn didn’t miss the nudge of their shoulders, nor the gentle squeeze to his arm before Kasey reached over and tapped Grace on the nose. “What happened?”
“My tummy and my head and my body hurts.”
Natalie glanced up. “What’s her temp?”
“100.5. Leo took it ten, fifteen minutes ago.” Logan sounded even more exhausted than before, though he perked up when Leo came through the doorway.
Finn smiled at Leo’s adorable attempt to appear awake. “Thought you went to bed, sunshine.”
“Heard people,” Leo mumbled. His hair was sticking up on one side in a cowlick, like he had passed out the moment he hit the bed and not twitched a muscle since. “Wanted to say hi. Thanks for coming, ‘s late.”
“Hey, you know we’ll come any t—” Kasey paused when Grace pulled on his sleeve. “Yes?”
“Where’s Uncle Alex?”
“At home, keeping an eye on our own sickies.”
Finn frowned and felt Logan go tense. “They’re sick?”
“Sniffles,” Kasey explained, not exactly unbothered but definitely nowhere near Logan’s earlier level of ‘oh my god the Rapture is here’. “Third grade’ll do that. Kids licking handrails left and right.”
“He did send you a present, though,” Natalie added with a twinkle in her eye. Grace lit up, leaning forward, and smiled when Nat kissed her forehead. “That one’s from him…” Another kiss, to the very tip of her nose. “And that’s from me. To make you feel all better.”
Logan reached out to touch her wrist when she sat back again. “Do we need to take her to the hospital?” he asked, hardly above a whisper so Grace wouldn’t hear.
Nat blinked, then stifled a snort, though her face was full of affection. “God, I love you, Tremblay. Unless her fever keeps climbing or she starts throwing up a lot, you’ll be fine letting her sleep it off. Looks like a stomach bug to me.”
“She’s so warm.” Finn knew he sounded rather pathetic and appreciated that nobody commented on it.
“That’s good. Means she’s fighting it off.” A muffled snore came from their left and Natalie bit back a smile; Finn couldn’t help the soft ‘oh’ that escaped him at the sight of Leo passed out cold on Kasey’s shoulder and covered his mouth with his hand as Logan let out a breath of laughter. Nat patted him on the knee a moment later. “O’Haras are such worrywarts. Take a breath, have some water, then put her back to bed. She’ll be okay in a day or two.”
Finn looked down at Grace, who had already fallen asleep again, then back up. “Promise?”
“Promise.” Natalie hesitated before pulling Grace’s blanket back down to cover her toes. “It helps to sleep in the same room as her for a bit, though. Might make you feel better.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
They didn’t stay much longer after that—Finn took Leo’s dead weight while Logan gathered grace up and settled her against his chest, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads before disappearing back into the hall with soft footsteps. “Peanut?”
“Mmm.”
Finn could hear Logan rustling around in the other room and pulled himself upright. “Time for bed.”
“Stayin’ up with the baby.”
“Lo’s got her right now. Come to bed with me.”
It wouldn’t be right to call Leo’s eyes ‘half-lidded’ as they wandered to their bedroom. They were almost fully closed, and certainly sleepy enough that Finn began to question the likelihood of sleepwalking. It was a testament to both his exhaustion and his unfailing trust in Logan that Finn didn’t have to drag him past Grace’s bedroom and instead acted as a guide until they reached the bed, curling up around each other in a smooth curve. It didn’t matter that Grace was nearly five years old and had been sick before during her time with them. Finn had the feeling it wouldn’t matter if she was 15, or 19, or 35. The three of them would always worry, and he was grateful for every ounce of the love that made it possible.
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elopez55 · 2 years
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marvelousthoughts · 7 months
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Coach: "We are all complete so let's start!"
Kelley whispering to Alex: "We're missing Y/n, am I right?"
Alex: "Now that you say it"
*Y/n arriving*
Coach: "You're late y/n"
Y/n: "Better late than never"
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sara-woso · 8 months
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“me and my friends at the soccer tournament”
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yourcharateraigirly · 9 months
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Hi! I’m Samantha!
I’ve been wanting to make Character Ai bots for a while, but I don’t know where to start.
So I’ve decided to take in submissions. Granted, I don’t have a long list of characters I know very well, but promise that if I can, I will read and/or watch whatever I can about that character.
I’ll accept as many submissions as I can while also, if needing to, go over sources for those and other characters.
Also, would y’all be interested in me writing short fanfics and AUs?
And before you scroll, please remember to stay hydrated, take your medication if you do, and fix that sleeping schedule of yours. (You ain’t hiding it well.)
Good Morning/Good Afternoon/Good Night wherever you are! 😁
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