#Hayes Hotel

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1884 – Founding of the Gaelic Athletic Association in the Hayes’s Hotel in Thurles, Co Tipperary.

Michael Cusack convenes the first meeting of the ‘Gaelic Athletic Association for the Preservation and Cultivation of national Pastimes’ in Hayes’ Hotel, Thurles, Co Tipperary. Cusack could never have envisioned that the GAA would develop into the largest amateur sports organisation in the world. His legacy can be viewed every August/September when more than 80,000 fans pack into Croke Park to…

[dustedmagazine]

Winged Wheel — Big Hotel (12XU)

Big Hotel pours propellant over Winged Wheel’s already tightly wound sound and launches it into orbit. The band’s debut, 2022’s No Island, was a stellar album but represented four musicians working in isolation. Now we have evidence of the magic that happens when Cory Plump, Fred Thomas, Whitney Johnson, and Matthew Rolin come together and weld their minds into a collective consciousness. If their previous effort calls to mind the slow-moving outer radius of a maelstrom, this record is the rapidly spinning current at the center of the funnel. New Winged Wheel members Lonnie Slack (Water Damage) and Steve Shelley (Sonic Youth) dollop on additional accelerant, enhancing the richness of the band’s sound and the insistence of their rhythms.

The six-person strong Winged Wheel’s roiling, frothy sound is evident immediately as “Demonstrably False” comes into focus. Swirling guitars scythe about in luscious waves, conjuring shoegaze and Michigan space rock atmospheres. Johnson’s breathy coo comes on like a cross between Mary Hansen, Georgia Hubley, and Windy Weber. Feedback, melody, and drone combine in a kosmische haze, bolstered by Thomas and Shelley’s propulsive double drum attack.

Big Hotel’s songs bleed into each other, crossfading like the scenes in an anthology film about nebulae and other cosmic phenomena. It’s a journey, the energy ebbing and flowing as a variety of shapes and colors intercept our path. As “Sleeptraining” takes over, we’re treated to a torrent of interlocked bass, guitar, and synth, with a rock-solid rhythm section striding energetically beneath it. The drums and bass provide a sturdy skeleton on top of which the front line pours heaps of melted sound and Johnson dreamily sighs.

Not every track on Big Hotel is replete with bombast. “Clean Blue Shelf” conjures an early 1980s post-punk feeling as it churns with a sinister mid-tempo throb. Doppelgangers of Klaus Dinger and Michael Rother hover over the motorik “Smudged Textile,” as Winged Wheel fire up their roadsters for a long drive that continues with the groovy, Stereolab-evoking “Aren’t They All.” The blissful “Short Acting” drifts along a pastel-hued streamer of vapor, gently coalescing into a wistful hypnagogic groove. No matter which of the band’s influences rise to the foreground, they consistently manage to deliver a rich, full-blooded sound that is full of energy but never devolves into chaos. No Island hinted at Winged Wheel’s ability to craft such a sonic space, but that record was merely an appetizer for the hefty dose of momentum that Big Hotel provides.

Bryon Hayes

[gerogerigaogaigar]

Yeah Yeah Yeah - Fever To Tell

A perfect trio. Karen O's fuck me or go fuck yourself attitude, Brian Chase's frenetic drumming, and Nick Zimmer's nasty riffs make for the exact album that the burgeoning post punk revival scene of the 00s needed to stay fresh. If only other bands had followed their lead 😑 I digress though. The willingness to delve into the territory of noise rock only to always pull it back into more palatable garage rock/post punk territory is masterful. Like musical edging they keep it tastelessly sexual for almost too long. Up until the last few tracks which allows for an emotional release that helps pull the whole album together thematically.

Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea

If it were me, hear me out now. See, if it were me, I would keep my Anne Frank sex dream to myself. I wouldn't write one of the most cryptic and beautiful albums of all time about it. I would not have combined indie folk and alt rock into a psychedelic melange of dreamlike wandering. I would have just kept that to myself. But I've made exactly zero of the greatest albums of all time so what the fuck do I know? This album is so completely sincere so please treat it gently. And ignore it's status as hipster holy grail. Listen to it on its own merits, for me, please?

Green Day - Dookie

Pop punk is maybe not the most well respected genre, and I get why. I don't think a lot of adults want to hear nasally privileged teens singing about jacking off. If Dookie, or any album like it, was a part of your childhood then you probably already know if you'll like this album. And if it wasn't then you probably already know you won't. But if you are at all curious where the 90s pop punk scene started then you have to listen to this, at least for the historical significance.

Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers

Robert Johnson, by god how am I supposed to review Robert Johnson! There were other earlier bluesmen but they didn't have the exact influence on rock music that Robert Johnson did. Not only did his blues stylings influence the original.batch of rock n rollers of the 50s but this very compilation reintroduced him to the artists of the 60s. It's not hard to see why he was so influential. Despite, or most likely due to, the stripped down performances Johnson's guitar work never overshadows his haunting vocals and vice versa. And that guitar work! Johnson may not have been the first blues musician to have supposedly sold his soul in exchange for musical talent (he isn't even the only blues musician with the last name Johnson to have that rumor attached to him) but it's easy to see why it stuck to him. He bounces around the fretboard effortlessly and lays down harmony and counterpoint all in one take while singing to boot!

Isaac Hayes - Hot Buttered Soul

In the wake of Otis Redding's untimely death Stax Records had to do something quick. They pushed for a slew of new albums to be completed quick including a follow up to an unsuccessful debut by up and coming session musician Isaac Hayes. Hayes demanded full creative control over and the Stax execs were in no place to argue. The result is a four sing album with three out of four track passing the ten minute mark. It's also really horny. Hayes has one of those voices where everything he sings just becomes sensual. I mean that was the entire joke of him being in South Park. On this masterpiece of a record though, oh man do the instrumentals know how to match his energy. Sloppy, funky bass and lush orchestral arrangements perfectly match Hayes's soulful, lonesome longing. This is such a perfect fuck album that I think it would be too on the nose to actually put on during sex.

Big Brother & The Holding Company - Cheap Thrills

Janis Joplin's voice is probably the most irreplaceable loss that the music world ever suffered. Wait nah I'll save this bit for when I review Pearl. They better put Pearl in this fucking list.

Janis Joplin was active for four years put out four studio albums had three bands and two distinct phases to her career and then dropped dead at the age of 27. She currently holds the 100% completion speedrun for being a rock star. And Cheap Thrills is definitely the most 'rock star' of all her albums.

The Temptations - Anthology

Hitsville USA: The Motown Singles Collection 1959-1971 is exactly what it says in the tin. A collection of every single released by Motown during their golden era. And looking at the track listing it's easy to see why the studio was nicknamed Hitsville USA. Five hours of runtime and nearly every song on here is an instantly recognizable classic. Even some of the deeper cuts are still just amazing. You would think that sitting through five hours of this might get tiring but I've seriously put this on and by the time it ends I'm like "wtf that wasn't five hours?" If you only have room for one comp in your collection make it this one. And if you want recs for a fucking Temptations record then listen to The Temptations Sing Smokey, Cloud Nine, or All Directions instead of another unnecessary compilation.

[cultofcreatures]

forever mood

[hotelbooking]

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[goldfades]

Hii, can we get a dad fic of his son winning the hesiman and joes reaction (He praises his father as a role model and talks about the burrow foundation) His grandparents are in the audience and reliving that night their son won and how similar their grandson is to his father.

(this is obviously when hayes is older)

The hotel room buzzed with quiet excitement as you smoothed the soft fabric of your dress, stealing a glance at Joe in the mirror. He was standing by the window, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit, though his hands lingered longer than necessary—his movements slowed by the emotions already creeping up on him.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” he murmured, his voice thick with pride as he caught your eye.

You walked over, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “Our baby boy. Well, not so much a baby anymore,” you teased gently, but your voice held the same awe.

Joe chuckled softly, but the sound was strained, like he was fighting to keep his composure. “It’s like... I blinked, and he went from learning to hold a football to this.” His hands covered yours where they rested on his stomach, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “And now he’s winning the Heisman.”

“You know he gets it from you,” you said, your voice quieter now. “The way he carries himself, how hard he works—he had the best role model growing up.”

Joe turned in your arms then, his blue eyes meeting yours, glassy but bright. “You had just as much to do with it,” he insisted, pulling you closer. “He’s got your heart, your determination... your stubborn streak.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head as you ran a hand over his chest. “I’m pretty sure he inherited that from you.”

For a moment, you both stood there in a quiet bubble of pride and disbelief, letting the weight of the night settle around you.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” Joe admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Seeing him up there, hearing him speak... I’m gonna lose it.”

“That’s okay,” you said softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “You’re allowed to be emotional. It’s a big night, and you’re so proud of him.”

Joe took a steadying breath and nodded, glancing toward the framed photo on the bedside table—a snapshot of Hayes as a wide-eyed kid in his first set of football pads, grinning up at his dad like he was his whole world.

“He always said he wanted to be just like you,” you reminded him. “And now he’s not just like you—he’s his own person, and he’s incredible. You did that, Joe. We did that.”

Joe smiled, though his throat bobbed with the effort to hold back tears. “We really did.”

As you reached for his tie to straighten it, he caught your wrist, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thank you,” he murmured.

“For what?” you asked, your brow furrowing slightly.

“For this life,” he said simply. “For him. For everything.”

You didn’t have time to reply before a knock at the door broke the moment, signaling it was time to head out. Joe exhaled deeply, shaking off his nerves as he reached for your hand.

“Let’s go watch our boy make history,” he said, his voice steadier now but no less full of pride.

And with that, you walked out together, ready to witness a moment that would live in your hearts forever.

The auditorium hummed with anticipation, the air thick with pride and joy as nominees’ names were announced, each one celebrated by the audience’s polite applause. But none of them mattered to you—not really. Not when your son, your Hayes, sat just a few rows ahead of you, the spotlight grazing his broad shoulders as he clasped his hands tightly in his lap.

Joe sat beside you, his knee bouncing with nervous energy, his hand gripping yours tightly. On his other side, Robin leaned forward in her seat, her hands clasped under her chin like she was praying, while Joe’s dad sat stoically, his jaw tight and his eyes glistening. The Burrows weren’t outwardly emotional by nature, but tonight was different.

“Hayes Burrow,” the presenter called, her voice ringing through the packed auditorium like a song, and for a moment, time stood still.

You heard the gasps, the applause, the eruption of cheers from the people around you, but all you could focus on was Hayes as he stood, the spotlight now fully illuminating his face. His mouth hung open in disbelief, his cheeks red as he turned back to look at you and Joe.

“He did it,” Joe whispered, his voice breaking as he clapped, his eyes glued to his son.

You could barely see through your tears, clapping alongside him as Hayes made his way to the stage, shaking hands and exchanging hugs with everyone who reached out to him. When he finally stood at the podium, the audience quieted, and he adjusted the microphone with slightly trembling hands.

“Wow,” Hayes started, his voice cracking just enough to make the room chuckle sympathetically. He smiled nervously, running a hand through his light hair—so much like Joe’s. “I, uh, I don’t even know where to start.”

His eyes scanned the room, finally landing on your row. His lips curved into a soft, grateful smile. “First, I want to thank God for this opportunity. None of this would be possible without Him.”

The crowd murmured in approval, and Hayes’ gaze flickered back to the microphone. “To my coaches, my teammates, my friends—you all made me better every single day. I’m standing here because of you.”

He paused, his smile faltering just slightly as he took a steadying breath. “But, um, there’s one person I have to thank above everyone else—my dad.”

Joe’s breath hitched beside you, and you saw him blink rapidly, trying to keep the tears from falling.

“Dad, you’ve been my hero since the day I was born,” Hayes said, his voice thick with emotion. “You showed me what it means to work hard, to stay humble, to never give up no matter what. I’ve always wanted to be like you—not just on the field, but off of it too.”

The room was silent now, save for the occasional sniffle as Hayes’ words reached every corner.

“You taught me that football is more than just a game—it’s about the people, the community, the impact we can make. Watching you build the this empire and seeing the lives you’ve changed... that inspired me more than I can ever put into words.”

Hayes’ voice cracked, and he quickly wiped at his eyes before continuing. “And, Mom,” he added, his gaze shifting to you. “You’re the glue that holds us together. Your quiet strength, your endless love... I wouldn’t be here without you either. Thank you for believing in me, for being there for me every single step of the way.”

By now, the tears were streaming freely down your face, and Joe’s grip on your hand tightened. Robin was openly crying beside him, clutching her husband’s arm as he nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“To my grandparents,” Hayes continued, turning slightly to acknowledge them. “You’ve always been there for me too. Your stories about Dad’s career, the sacrifices you made for him—they remind me of what family is all about. I hope I’ve made you proud tonight.”

Hayes took another deep breath, his confidence growing as he smiled at the audience. “This award isn’t just for me. It’s for everyone who’s believed in me, everyone who’s helped me along the way. I’m so grateful, and I promise to keep working hard, on and off the field, to make a difference.”

The audience erupted into applause as Hayes stepped back from the microphone, wiping his eyes and flashing a wide grin.

Joe was the first to stand, clapping loudly, his face wet with tears. You followed, your heart bursting with pride, as did Robin and Joe Sr., their hands shaking as they clapped.

“That’s my boy,” Joe said quietly, his voice trembling as he looked at you. “He did it.”

“He did,” you agreed, your voice just as unsteady.

As Hayes made his way back down the aisle, he stopped to hug you both, holding onto Joe for an extra moment.

“Thank you, Dad,” he whispered, his voice muffled against Joe’s shoulder.

Joe pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, his hand resting on the back of Hayes’ neck. “I’m so proud of you, Hayes. So, so proud.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the applause and the love of your family, everything felt perfect.

masterlist! thank you for reading <3

[senditcolton]

Storm Warning

a/n: my first fic entirely about fictional people? more likely than you think! but i'm still mad they didn't kiss / cut the kiss in the movie so here we are. the alternative title to this was "aka the Tyler Owens & Kate Carter smut we all deserved"

pairing: Tyler Owens x Kate Carter song inspo: Storm Warning by Hunter Hayes (shocked this wasn't on the soundtrack) word count: 3.6k warnings: self-doubt, brief mention of Kate's past and scar, and smut (oral - f receiving & unprotected penetration)

Usually after a chase, when the team came back to whatever roadside hotel they were calling home, the sounds that followed them were cheers and lively chatter. But instead of the common jovial noise that often defined their return, tonight it was a defeated silence.

The only sounds that accompanied them were their boots scraping against the concrete stairs, their hushed disappointment, their quietly voiced ‘goodnights’ as they slip into their respective rooms.

Kate let out another heavy sigh as she shoves the keycard into the reader, the light turning green, allowing her to push open the worn wood door. Her tired eyes meet the cookie-cutter room with its queen bed, badly patterned duvet and the generic farm landscape photo hanging over the bedframe. Tyler is close behind her, his own disappointment melding with hers as he steps over the threshold, shutting the door and sliding the chain lock into place.

Kate is in the middle of kicking off her shoes when he wanders back over to her. She feels his strong arms embrace her from behind, pulling her body upright, her back meeting his chest. They stand there for a moment, simply breathing together before Tyler presses a small kiss against her temple.

“I’m gonna wash up,” Tyler mutters.

Kate’s only response is a small hum as she feels his arms fall from her frame, followed shortly by the click of the bathroom door closing. She stands motionless, even after she hears the sink tap turn on, uncertain of what to do next. Normally, she would be opening her laptop, analyzing the data they collected, and preparing for the next chase. But after today… it all seemed so pointless.

As far as bad days and bad chases go, today wasn’t nearly as high on the catastrophe scale as it could have been. They had all seen and experienced worse. But for Kate, it was more frustrating than destructive. And that felt heavier than any other possibility.

She understood the damage that tornados could cause; physically, emotionally. She knew it better than most, having carried a physical reminder of it with her for years. But it was an aspect of her job that she had come to accept and could now approach headfirst. However, now, when she had a chance to make a difference – when she knew for a fact that she could make a difference – and yet every attempt to prove it to the scientific community was met with either failing tech, unusable data, the unpredictability of the weather they chased, or a combination of it all… it made it seem so pointless.

Especially when she turned on the news and was constantly reminded of the damage that she could have prevented but failed to do so.

She was failing. It was that simple. And that deep painful feeling of defeat had slowly been building in her chest until now, in the silence of this random hotel room, it finally bubbled over.

It takes every ounce of energy left in Kate’s body to push herself to sit on the edge of the firm mattress instead of simply collapsing onto the rough carpeted floor. Unfortunately, that meant that that energy was depleted when it came time to will back her tears. Instead, they pool on her lower lashes as her head falls into her upturned palms, the weight of everything she still couldn’t control crashing over her.

Even the sound of the bathroom door re-opening doesn’t snap her back into the closed-off demeanor that she perfected years ago. Her only consolation was that at least it was Tyler with her in the hotel room. A comfort that proves itself as soon as his green eyes land on her slumped frame.

“Kate.”

Her name falls from his lips in a rushed breath, his boots tapping across the floor as he makes his way to her. His frame stands in front of her momentarily before he is dropping to his knees in front of her, his hands landing on her legs and his face coming into view from behind the curtain of her tangled hair.

“What is it?” he asks, reaching up to cup her jaw, his thumb brushing over the skin of her cheek, still slightly damp from the rain.

“Nothing,” she replies, sniffling back her tears in an attempt to hold it together. However, it seems as if her body is determined to prove her wrong, a single teardrop falling from her eyes. Tyler doesn’t point it out, doesn’t even let his expression change, knowing she is all too aware of the contradiction between her words and her actions – something that Kate is thankful for.

“It’s just…” she tries to begin, attempting to get her feelings laid out clearly. But that task seems as impossible to control as the reasons why she was so upset. “It feels like I’m failing,” she says, the defeat in her voice clear.

Tyler doesn’t say anything immediately, just lets her words sink in. He knows that he could refute her, tell her that she isn’t, that she has succeeded before and she will again. But he also knows that she knows all those things and that those truths and hopes don’t change how shitty it feels right now.

“It just seems pointless,” Kate continues, Tyler’s silence giving her the space to try to talk through her emotions.

“It’s not,” Tyler replies, the conviction in his voice startling even Kate. “It’s gonna work out. We’re gonna prove it, eventually.”

His quiet assuredness makes Kate’s brown eyes lift to meet his green ones, her heart softening at the fire and determination she sees behind his irises.

“And it’s all gonna be because of you. It’s all gonna be for you.”

“It’s not supposed to be for me,” Kate says, the flip of her voice bright with a quip instead of sharp with disdain; although the words were still ladened with the remnants of her previous tears. “You know why we’re doing this.”

“Yeah, I do,” Tyler concedes. “But I also know that we wouldn’t be doing what we’re doing right now if it wasn’t for you. I’d still be shooting fireworks up tornados for views instead of making a real difference.

“You still made a difference by doing that,” she says, reminding both herself and him of the good that came out of his socials – the donations, the food, the help.

“Not like this,” he states, the conviction in his voice clear. “You saved lives instead of just helping them after the fact. You saved my life, and Lily’s, and so many others. We’re still here because of you and that’s why we’re gonna help you prove it.”

“So maybe I can get my face on a t-shirt?” Kate teases, the easy familiar inside joke bringing a warmth to the moment that she desperately needed. Tyler returns her shaky grin with that strong bright smile that made all the girls – including her – swoon.

“Baby, we’re gonna have to make an entire merch line with you on it. I’m talking t-shirts, hats, mugs, bumper stickers. Kate Carter: the Twister Tamer,” he says, his hands even lifting as if he’s picturing it on a billboard. “You can’t make a better slogan than that.”

The laughter, while still twinged with some of the prior heaviness, falls easily from Kate’s lips. Her eyes stay locked on Tyler’s face, his bright smile the closest equivalent she’s ever found to feeling the sunshine after a storm. Her hand instinctively reaches up to rest on his cheek, mirroring his earlier actions and caressing his own skin. Tyler’s gaze just stays locked on her face, taking in her shaky smile, a feeling of happiness soaring through his chest to see it again.

It is only a moment before Kate leans forward, capturing Tyler’s lips in her own. It was a kiss filled with thanks, with understanding, with every emotion that Kate could ascribe to it and to the solace she felt having Tyler in her life. Their connection was unexpected and wild, like the storms that they chased but it ended up being exactly what she needed. And from the way Tyler kissed her back, if was clear that he felt the same.

Their kisses deepen, the desire surging between them rising quickly. Kate’s hands move into his still tousled hair, Tyler’s body reaching up to get closer to her, his own hands falling to rest on her hips, his calloused fingers sneaking under the hem of her white tank top. She hums in approval at the sensation of his fingertips dancing across her skin, her head falling back slightly to give Tyler access, his kisses now trailing down her throat.

She allows him to linger there as her hands dance across his shoulders, briefly dipping underneath the collar of his t-shirt. Eventually, she pulls her body back, the space between them widening once more. A smile appears on Kate’s face at Tyler’s questioning expression, the wicked grin her only explanation before she crosses her arms in front of her, gripping the fabric of her top and peeling it off her body.

The action obscures her vision momentarily but when her eyes land on Tyler’s face again, his face had morphed to copy her grin as he tugs his own shirt over his head, exposing his golden skin to her. Their lips connect again, hands now free to explore the newly revealed surface of their bodies.

Kate’s palms trace over the expanse of Tyler’s back, relishing in the way his muscles move beneath her fingertips. His own hands trace a similar path down her spine before dropping lower, following the curve of her waist, and moving to the front of her body. Tyler blindly undoes the button and zipper of her jeans, and with the newly provided space, his hand sneaks underneath the waistband of both her pants and her underwear, his fingers reaching down until they slip between her thighs.

A sharp gasp falls from Kate’s lips, her own hand shooting down to grip Tyler’s forearm as his fingers flex, tracing her folds, the heel of his hand adding delicious pressure against her clit.

The noises that escape their lips are quieted as they kiss again, content to silence their moans by swallow each other’s. It is only when their vocalized need was muffled, did they hear the patter of the rain against the shingles, the drops tapping against the glass of the window.

“Did you,” Kate begins to ask, her lips tearing away from Tyler’s, her words now stilted because of the weight of Tyler’s hands, not the weight of her own emotions. “Did you or Javi or someone track the evening storms? See if conditions were good?”

“Don’t get distracted, Kate,” Tyler mutters in reply as he peppers kisses across her decolletage.

“By our job?” she quips, her gaze departing from the rain splattered window to Tyler’s face, a mischievous smirk playing at her lips.

Tyler’s eyes pin her in place, sparkling with that cockiness that she had grown to find endearing. He straightens his spine, his torso lifting and his expression deepening into one of pure conviction.

“My only job right now, is this,” he says, his fingers curling within her as a perfect punctuation to his sentence.

Kate can’t stop her eyes from fluttering close, her mouth falling open in a silent moan, her grip tightening against Tyler’s skin. Through the haze, she spies Tyler’s confident grin widening as his movements continue before his lips reattach to her skin.

He continues moving his hand against and within her, pulling more choked sounds from her throat. Suddenly, in a move that seems torturous in the moment but Kate knows will be forgiven soon, Tyler’s hand disappears from between her thighs. She still whines at the loss but Tyler simply grips the waistband of the only clothes that were still on her body, tugging gently. Kate helps him pull the denim and cotton from her lower half, Tyler keeping a hold on her ankle to toss her legs up onto the top of the mattress. She sinks down onto the somewhat scratchy duvet cover, her eyes following Tyler as he kicks off his own boots before stalking to the foot of the bed.

A quirk of her finger and a shared grin is all it takes for Tyler to lower himself onto the bed, the cheap frame creaking underneath their combined weight. His body covers hers as he hovers over her, lowering slightly to kiss her, Kate’s own hands reaching up to tangle in his hair again.

As usual, his kisses slowly begin to descend; down her neck, tracing her collarbones, along her sternum, over the ridges of her ribs, gently tickling the sensitive skin of her stomach before his arms hook underneath her thighs as he throws her legs over his shoulders.

Lightning flashes, brightening the room briefly before an echoing boom follows shortly afterwards.

“Now, don’t you go running outside into the nearest field, naked,” Tyler teases, pressing a gentle kiss against her hipbone before finishing the sentence with a teasing “again.”

The retort was poised on Kate’s lips, ready to escape, but Tyler makes sure that whatever words may have been uttered disappear as soon as his mouth attaches to her. And that was exactly what happened. There was nothing that Kate could say, no string of coherent syllables that she could form as Tyler works his tongue and lips against her. The only utterance that fell from her were pleasured moans, her body rolling in encouragement – a silent message that Tyler receives and responds to eagerly.

The thunder and the rain make for an apt and gorgeous soundtrack to the moment, Tyler’s ministrations pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Occasionally, his eyes flick up to Kate, her shaking frame just encouraging him more, her hands twisted in his blond locks holding him in place, even though departing from between her open thighs as something he was not going to do anytime soon.

He continues, reading and recognizing the subtle signs that told him she was almost there. It only when her body stiffens underneath him, her back arching, does he throw his arm across her hips, pinning her in place as her orgasm shakes through her frame. Tyler doesn’t cease his movements until he feels her muscles going lax, her fingers loosening in his hair to gently push him away from her sensitive core.

No matter how many times he finds himself in this position, he still hesitates to depart completely from her, his lips drifting from her folds to her inner thighs. His arms retreat from her frame, hands caressing her legs, his fingers gently tracing the scar lining her thigh. The sensitivity from the mark makes her shiver, the tremor pulling Tyler’s eyes to hers.

Her deep brown eyes are pools of emotion, something that drew Tyler to her in the first place. He knows her past, knows the origins of that scar, and knows the trauma holds – the invisible trauma included. But he also recognizes that that scar is the reason for all of this: the reason for their current job, the reason they were together in any capacity, the reason she came back, the reason she gave chasing another chance – the reason she gave him a chance.

Kate watches as Tyler leans down and presses one of the softest kisses against the mark, the weight of the action not going unnoticed to her.

It’s a reminder of what she’s lost, of her trauma. But it’s also a reminder of her strength, of what she’s gained; including the man currently laying between her legs.

The tenderness he shows towards her, his attentive and deliberate actions make Kate’s desire surge again, her hands scrambling on his shoulders, beckoning him up to crash her lips into his once more.

Tyler’s arms cage her head, this time his hands combing through her hair. She presses her body against his, her hands dropping to make quick work of the obnoxious belt buckle he insists on wearing before undoing his jeans, desperately pushing the denim down his legs as far as she could reach. He breaks the kiss, leaning his body to balance on one forearm to kick off the offending fabric, the position displaying the strength stored in his wired muscles.

However, no matter what level of strength Tyler had, his current position was not sustainable in the long run. But more importantly, as soon as his jeans were kicked off his ankles, his position made it easier for Kate to lift her body up and push Tyler down so his back was now the one pressed into the firm mattress.

If the movement was unexpected, no shock appeared on Tyler’s face. It made sense though – this was the man who chased the most unpredictable and unexpected weather. Kate knew that it would take something completely out of left field to surprise this man in the bedroom.

She didn’t mind it, though. Especially not when Tyler’s expression was something she never got tired of. Similarly, she never got tired of how his hands attached to her body, like a magnet to metal, the instant she rolls her hips against his.

There is no pause, no teasing – not tonight. Kate lifts herself slightly, keeping her balance steady with one hand pressed against Tyler’s chest as the other snakes between their bodies and her thighs. Her fingers wrap around his shaft, stroking once before aligning it to her center and letting herself slowly sink down.

The simultaneous moan echoes around the hotel room, never tiring of the sensation of their bodies connecting. Kate sighs, her hands coming to meet as she uses the leverage that Tyler provides to grind against him. He encourages her movements, his hands pressing and pulling her hips, matching her speed and rhythm. Tyler is more than content to rest against the pillows and watch Kate take what she needed from him, content to watch the way her body responds: her back arching, her head falling backwards, her chest rising and falling.

“Tyler.”

His name escapes her lips in a desperate sigh, her body shuddering as his cock hits that one spot inside of her.

“Let me hear you, darling,” he coos, the lighting once more illuminating the room, a crack of thunder coming shortly after. “No need to worry about our neighbors. Seems like Mother Nature is covering for us.”

“If only she could be this cooperative all the time,” Kate breathlessly teases, her movements not ceasing.

“Now don’t poke at her,” Tyler laughs, the sound slightly choking in his throat as he feels Kate tighten around him. “Just say thank you.”

Kate’s eyelids flutter open, her brown eyes locking gaze with him.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

Tyler knows that her words are not directed at the storm. Instead, they were a quiet acknowledgement to him – for being there, for encouraging her, for everything. Not just from today but from the moment they met.

“Anything for you,” he replies, his hands tightening against her hips. He pulls her body deeper into his, encouraging her to increase her speed against him and allowing her clit brush against his skin, the dual sensations bringing her closer to completion. She lets him guide her, her moans falling freely now. Tyler’s eyes trace every inch of her skin, the awe and admiration that was usually directed at tornados now directed entirely towards her.

But that was exactly what Kate was to him. A storm that blew into his life, disrupted the way he used to be living, and turned everything he thought he knew upside down. She was perfect, she was gorgeous, she was everything. And he would willingly and gladly follow her into every tempest that gathered.

It’s impulsive, instinctual, the way Tyler’s torso shoots up off the bed, his arms wrapping around Kate’s frame. A small gasp escapes from her chest, her eyes staring into his before he leans in to kiss her. The two of them rock against each other for a few minutes more until Kate is stilling in his arms, the tremors running through her body as her hands cling onto him, her mouth open against his as her breathless moans fall. The sensation of her around him causes Tyler’s orgasm to follow closely behind, the thunder to her lightning, as he muffles his own groans against the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

The shallow breaths that pant from their lips are the only noise that fills the room, the tapping of the rain growing fainter and fainter. Tyler pulls himself away from her neck, their eyes reconnecting. A small smile tugs at the corner of Kate’s mouth, one that Tyler returns before kissing her again. She happily reciprocates, pressing her body against his again until it was hard to tell where she ended and he began.

They eventually disentangle from each other, wandering to the small ensuite together. A quick shared shower later, they’re climbing back into bed, their limbs intertwining as Kate rests her head on his chest. She and Tyler lay there in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the warmth of each other until Tyler’s voice breaks through the stillness.

“We’ll get it, eventually,” he says, referencing the goal the team was chasing. Kate just angles her head so she can look up at him, finding hope in the quiet confidence in his eyes.

“I know we will,” she replies. “For all of them,” she adds, addressing all the people they could help – all the people they would help. Tyler smiles, pressing a kiss on the crown of her head.  

“And it’s all for you.”

[lvnleah]

opposite sides | lotte wubben-moy.

The goodbye was harder than you’d expected. Lotte’s arms were wrapped around your waist, her face buried in your shoulder as you stood in the doorway of your shared flat. It wasn’t unusual for you both to leave for international duty, but this time was different. This time, when you stepped onto the pitch, she wouldn’t be beside you—she’d be across from you.

“I’ll miss you,” she whispered, her voice quieter than usual, tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. Nerves, maybe. Sadness.

“I’ll miss you too,” you murmured, tightening your hold on her. You wanted to stay like this, to freeze this moment and avoid the inevitable. But the car waiting outside wasn’t going to wait forever, and the next time you’d see her, it would be at Wembley, in different kits, with thousands of fans screaming.

When she finally pulled back, “Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“No matter what happens on Friday, we’re still us.”

Her words made your chest tighten, and you nodded, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Always.”

You and Lotte had been dating for just over a year, you’d met in college at UNC and had been best friends ever since. A year ago you decided to take the plunge and see what it would be like dating after you both confessed your feelings for each other. 

Lotte had been playing for the England squad for a while now whereas you’d only just started getting call-ups recently. You’d had a few call-ups here and there but it wasn’t until Emma Hayes took charge that they started to become regular. 

This international break you and Lotte were facing each other for the first time. You’d played together for a while at Arsenal but never against each other so it all felt new for you both. 

The days leading up to the match were tense. You’d agreed not to talk while you were in camp, not because you didn’t want to, but because it felt easier that way. No distractions, no awkward conversations about what was coming. But you couldn’t help it—every time you saw her name pop up in an article or her face in an interview, your heart ached.

By the time match day rolled around, the nerves had turned into a buzzing kind of energy. Wembley was packed, the atmosphere electric, and as you lined up for the anthem, your eyes couldn’t help but drift toward Lotte on the bench. She was focused, her gaze straight ahead, but you knew her well enough to see the tension in her jaw, the way her fingers curled and uncurled at her sides.

The match itself was a battle. Both teams were relentless, and despite the chances on both ends, neither side managed to find the back of the net. You found yourself looking for Lotte more often than you’d expected, and every time your eyes met hers, there was a flicker of something unspoken—an apology, maybe, or a reminder that this was just football, not personal. But in those ninety minutes, it was impossible to think of her as anything other than your opponent.

When the final whistle blew, signalling a 0-0 draw, you felt a mixture of relief and exhaustion wash over you. You stayed on the pitch for a moment, catching your breath, before making your way toward Lotte. She was already looking for you, her expression softening as you approached.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd.

You nodded, giving her a small smile. “Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t much, but it was enough. The rest could wait.

Later that evening, after team dinners and post-match debriefs, you found yourself outside Lotte’s hotel room. You knocked quietly, glancing down the hallway to make sure no one saw you. The door opened almost immediately, and there she was, dressed in an oversized hoodie and joggers, her hair pulled into a loose bun.

She looked at you with that familiar smile, the one that always made your chest feel lighter. Before you could say a word, she reached out, pulling you into her arms.

“I’ve missed you,” she murmured against your hair, her voice thick with emotion.

You buried your face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. “I missed you too. So much.”

The hug lingered, neither of you moving, as if letting go would break the fragile peace you’d found in each other. Finally, she pulled back, her hands still resting on your waist.

“Come in,” she said softly, stepping aside to let you into the room.

The hotel room was small and cosy, dimly lit by the bedside lamp. A pizza box sat on the desk, next to two bottles of water and an open laptop paused on the Netflix homepage. You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Pizza and movies? Rolling out the red carpet for me, huh?”

Lotte shrugged, her smile teasing. “Hey, I know what you like. Plus, I figured it’s the least I could do since I didn’t get to play.”

You felt a pang in your chest at her words, remembering how you’d looked for her on the pitch, only to see her sitting on the bench, her warm-up bib still on. “I’m sorry, Lot. I know how much you wanted to be out there.”

She waved it off, flopping onto the bed and patting the spot next to her. “It’s football. Sometimes you play, sometimes you don’t. But tonight, I’d rather focus on you.”

You kicked off your shoes and climbed onto the bed beside her, letting her drape the thick blanket over both of you. She opened the pizza box and handed you a slice, her knee brushing against yours as you settled in.

“So,” she said, leaning back against the headboard, “how does it feel to go ninety minutes and not score against us?”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “I could ask the same thing about your team. But you wouldn’t know, would you? Since you didn’t play.”

Her mock gasp made you laugh, and she reached out to lightly shove your shoulder. “Rude.”

“Truthful,” you teased, taking a bite of your pizza.

For a while, the two of you just sat there, eating and watching some random rom-com she’d picked. Her hand found its way to your leg, resting there lightly, her thumb tracing absent patterns. The tension of the past week, the weight of the match, all of it faded away as you leaned into her side, your head resting against her shoulder.

“Did you think about me during the game?” she asked suddenly, her voice low and soft.

You glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. “Every second.”

Her lips curved into a small smile, and she pressed a kiss to your temple. “Me too. It was weird, watching you out there and not being with you. But I was so proud of you. You looked amazing.”

“Even when I almost tripped trying to block that cross?” you joked, trying to lighten the moment.

She laughed, the sound warm and familiar. “Especially then.”

The movie played on, but neither of you paid much attention to it anymore. You shifted slightly, turning to face her more fully. “Lot?”

“Yeah?”

“I hated not talking to you this week.”

Her expression softened, and she reached out to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing gently against your skin. “Me too. Let’s not do that again, okay? I don’t care who we’re playing or what’s at stake—I don’t want to go days without hearing your voice.”

You nodded, leaning into her touch. “Deal.”

She pulled you closer, her arms wrapping around you as you settled into her lap, the blanket draped over both of you like a shield from the rest of the world. The movie ended, but neither of you moved to turn off the screen.

For the first time in days, everything felt right again. You weren’t opponents or teammates—you were just Lotte and you, wrapped up in each other, where you were always meant to be.

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1906 – Death of Michael Cusack, Founder of the GAA.

Cusack was an Irish teacher and founder of the Gaelic Athletic Association. A romantic nationalist, who was associated with the Fenian movement. He was active in the Gaelic revival: a member of the Society for the Preservation of the Irish Language which was founded in 1876, and later the Gaelic League who in 1879 broke away from the Society. Also in 1879, Cusack met Pat Nally, who was a member…

[roeroe-world]

𝕽𝖔𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖊’𝖘 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ (ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉᵈ)

warning(s): may contain sexual content, adult situations, use of drugs and alcohol, harsh language.

ages 18 and over highly recommended.

‶ Black chocolate girl wonder, shake ground like thunder

Politic 'til your deficit step, gimme your number ″

her. starring: method man as himself, ryan destiny as juno

her noah, his wiz. starring: method man as cassius, aka roxxie as yaya

zion. starring: nas as himself, diamond white as tangie

no way in, no way out. (belly edition) starring: nas as sincere, queen pokoo as kai

teach me. starring: devante swing as himself, elindasan as shanice

the show, the after party, the hotel. starring: devante swing as himself, lori harvey as valencia

could’ve been. starring: tupac shakur as himself, eva apio as nefertari zain

the quiet girl. (a different world edition) starring: gary dourdan as shazza zulu, normani kordei as effie woods

harlem world. (paid in full edition) starring: mekhi phifer as mitch, laparriea as astrid

could it be or could it not be? (a different world edition) starring: bumper robinson as dorian haywood, keke palmer as ruby jacobs

‶ 𝔦 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔰, 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥! ″

☽｡⋆*ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆ ‶ Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right, true

Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe

Caramel complexion, breath smellin' like cinnamon ″

[lousypotatoes]

WIPS

"We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?"

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Put Your Head On Shoulder - Vox x Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

A Thousand Years - Adam x Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Cowboy Love - Striker x Reader (Helluva Boss)

Your Love Is My Drug - Blitzo x Reader (Helluva Boss)

Angel Baby Brick x Reader (Total Drama)

The Night We Met - Noah x Reader (Total Drama)

Shameless - Alejandro Burromuerto x Reader (Total Drama)

Golden Hour - Tenya Iida x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Hopelessly Devoted To You - Izuku Midoriya x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Somewhere Only We Know - Shoto Todoroki x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Still Into You - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader (My Hero Academia)

Can't Sleep Love - Ejirou Kirishima x Reader (My Hero Academia)

I Was Made For Loving You - Eddie Munson x Reader (Stranger Things)

Dark Red - Phillip Gallagher x Reader (Shameless)

Girls In Bikinis - Leon Kuwata x Reader (Danganronpa)

We Fell In Love In October - Mondo Owada x Reader (Danganronpa)

Teenage Dream - Kiyotake Ishimaru x Reader (Danganronpa)

I Don't Know How To Love - Byakuya Togami x Reader (Danganronpa)

Do You Want To Die Together? - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Reader (Danganronpa)

House Of Memories - Gundham Tanaka x Reader (Danganronpa)

She's Kinda Hot - Kazuichi Soda x Reader (Danganronpa)

Can't Remember To Forget You - Rantaro Amami x Reader (Danganronpa)

My Strange Addiction - Korekiyo Shinguji x Reader (Danganronpa)

Favorite Liar - Kokichi Ouma x Reader (Danganronpa)

Two Of A Kind - Kaito Momota x Reader (Danganronpa)

Time After Time - Wally Clark x Reader (School Spirits)

Wish You Were Sober - Zach Dempsey x Reader (Thirteen Reasons Why)

Till Forever Falls Apart - Killian Jones x Reader (Once Upon A Time)

Back To Black - Dean Winchester x Reader (Supernatural)

I Like The Way You Kiss Me - Noah Puckerman x Reader (Glee)

Lay All Your Love On Me - Joey Tribbiani x Reader (FRIENDS)

As The World Caves In - Jasper Cullen x Reader (Twilight)

Wicked Games - Peter Hayes x Reader (Divergent)

Say Yes To Heaven - Spencer Reid x Reader (Criminal Minds)

Let's Fall In Love For The Night - George Weasley x Reader (Harry Potter)

Slow Dancing In The Dark - Draco Malfoy x Reader (Harry Potter)

Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Steve Harrington x Reader (Stranger Things)

Just The Two Of Us - Harry Potter x Reader (Harry Potter)

Out Of My League - Ron Weasley x Reader (Harry Potter)

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Chandler Bing x Reader (FRIENDS)

Sunflower - Matt Taylor x Reader (Until Dawn)

Bullet With Butterfly Wings - Chris Hartley x Reader (Until Dawn)

Honeypie - Mike Munroe x Reader (Until Dawn)

I Wouldn't Mind - Nick Furcillo x Reader (The Quarry)

Diamond Eyes - Ryan Erzahler x Reader (The Quarry)

How Did You Get So Good - Dylan Lenivy x Reader (The Quarry)

Take A Chance On Me - Jacob Custos x Reader (The Quarry)

Sweet Creature - Jacob Black x Reader (Twilight)

Places We Won't Walk - Peeta Mellark x Reader (Hunger Games)

Cinnamon Girl - Finnick Odair x Reader (Hunger Games)

Heaven Can Wait - Sam Winchester x Reader (Supernatural)

Glad You Came - Sam Evans x Reader (Glee)

Weight Of The World - Cho Sang Woo x Reader (Squid Game)

Falling Like The Stars - Hwang Jun-Ho x Reader (Squid Game)

Disease - Hwang In-Ho x Reader (Squid Game)

Killshot - Seong Gi-Hun x Reader (Squid Game)

Rises The Moon - Kang Dae-ho (Squid Game)

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"I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna bash your brains in."

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yes, i know there are so many, but once i get ideas, i write them down, or in this case, type them out.

I GRADUATED GUYS OMG

never thought i would get this far tbh

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[russos-one]

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Let her believe I never loved her (Part 1)

Inspired by Cigarettes Out The Window x Dangerously Yours - TV girl/That tiktok audio that goes “let her think I never loved her”

Summary- R has been hopelessly in love with Jessie ever since she joined Chelsea but has never had the courage to tell her and then it's too late

Warnings- Magda yelling in Swedish, R, Niamh and Sam being little shits, Jessie being a cutie pie, Fluff

Word count- 1783

A/N- Pretend Pernille and Magda never left because I miss them and that Sam never did her forbidden 3 letters

A/N- All the Swedish and Danish are from Google Translate and I have no idea if it is right or not

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“Just tell her! What's the worst that could happen?” Niamh urged.

“Well, I don’t know—maybe she doesn’t like me back, and I’d lose three and a half years of friendship!” you replied.

“That wouldn’t happen; she obviously likes you back!”

“You don’t know that! Just let it go,” you said, turning back to your bag.

“You can’t avoid it forever!” you sighed, zipping it up.

“Fine, yes I ca—” Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of your shared hotel room.

“Just drop it, Niamh,” you said as you opened the door.

You were met with a smiling Jessie. “Jessie! Hi!” Niamh poked her head out from behind you. “Hey, Jessie!”

Jessie made eye contact with you and smiled. “Hello, Y/N.” Niamh sighed loudly. “Okay, just act like I'm not here, I guess,” she joked, rolling her eyes.

Jessie broke eye contact with you to look at Niamh. “Hello to you too, Niamh,” she said.

“Do you want to come in?” you asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Unfortunately, I can't. Emma sent me up here because you two are taking too long, and the coach is about to leave.”

You turned to Niamh. “Look what you did! Now Emma is mad at us, and she's going to make us run extra laps!”

Niamh gasped. “It's not my fault you were too busy arguing with me about how in love with Je—jumping jacks! How in love you are with jumping jacks!”

“Jumping jacks?” Jessie turned back to you.

“Yeah, I just love jumping jacks in a workout,” You said, looking confused.

“Okay then! We need to get going.”

“Right,” you replied, grabbing your bag and dragging Niamh by her arm out of the hotel room, with Jessie following behind you, giggling at your antics.

The three of you reached the coach, where an irritated Emma Hayes was waiting. “What were you two doing!? You know what, who cares, just get in!” she said, dragging you and Niamh inside while Jessie followed closely behind.

“Y/N!” Magda called, waving you over. “You're sitting with me, come.” She patted the seat next to her. You parted ways with Jessie and Niamh and made your way to Magda.

“I’m surprised you’re not sitting with Pernille,” you said.

“Choose her over you? Never. So, how’s the love life going?”

You sighed rather dramatically. “It's non-existent.”

Magda raised an eyebrow. “So we’re pretending your massive crush on Jessie doesn’t exist?”

You instantly turned red and glanced at Jessie, who was fast asleep, cuddled into her neck pillow. You turned back to Magda, scolding her. “What if she hears?!”

“She’s the deepest sleeper in the world! I honestly don’t know how she fell asleep so fast. The chances of her hearing that are smaller than your chances of actually telling her you have a crush on her.”

Just then, you heard two gasps from behind your seat. Millie and Sam butted their heads in between yours and Magda’s. “Are we finally addressing Y/N’s huge crush on baby Canada?”

“Shhhh! What if she hears?” you hissed.

“As if she's going to hear; she sleeps like a bear during hibernation.”

“How do you know what hibernation means?”

“I just do! Now stop changing the subject!”

You sighed. “This conversation isn’t worth continuing.” You rolled your eyes and leaned further into your seat.

“Please, for the love of God, just let me sleep! I get enough of this from Niamh, and now you three?”

Niamh turned to look at you all. “Hey! I heard my name! What are you four planning?”

You groaned. “Nothing, Niamh! Now go back to fantasizing about your body pillow.”

Niamh looked stunned, and the whole coach erupted in giggles. “Y/N’s lying! I don’t have a body pillow!” she announced dramatically.

“Sure you don’t!” Sam said sarcastically.

After some teasing, everyone finally calmed down, and you were able to relax. You turned to Jessie, taking in her features: the freckles sprinkled across her beautiful face, the way she let out soft snores as she slept, and even the tiny drool on her pillow. She looked so peaceful.

Your trance was broken by Magda's voice: “You’re staring, creep.”

“I’m not staring! I’m just appreciating beauty.”

“Mhmm, sureee.”

“Just leave me alone; I'm going to sleep.”

Sam chimed in again. “Mhmm, so you can dream about your girlfriend.”

“Ooh la la,” Millie added.

You sighed, slowly succumbing to sleep.

“Y/n? Y/n, wake up!” someone said, shaking your shoulder. You groaned and leaned further into your chair.

“Just let me sleep, please.” You heard footsteps approaching and someone say, “Here, this will work.” Giggles followed, but you didn’t bother to open your eyes; you simply kept them closed.

Out of nowhere, you felt cold water hit your face, and you jolted upright. As you opened your eyes, you saw the culprit

“Niamh! You bastard!”

She started giggling. “You weren’t waking up! It was either that or a slap to the face.”

“I’d rather have a slap to the face because you’re weak.”

Niamh gasped. “I am not weak!”

From behind Niamh, you saw an angry Emma Hayes approaching. “Ladies! What are you doing? We have a game to play in a few hours, and one of you is soaking wet while the other is yelling that she’s not weak! And then there’s Jessie…” Jessie offered an awkward smile.

After some arguing and Emma dragging Niamh and I out of the coach, with Jessie following closely behind, we finally made it inside the stadium.

“So where are we going?” you asked, turning to Niamh.

“Jessie, where are we going?” Niamh echoed, looking at her.

“Do you two ever listen?” Sam chimed in from behind us. “I truly don't know what you expect from dumb and dumber,” she said, draping her arms over Niamh's and your shoulders.

Jessie groaned. “As if you can talk.”

“Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, Jessie, do you know where we’re going? I was doing media with Emma, and I got lost,” Jessie let out a breath. “Children surround me.”

Sam gasped. “I’m actually older than you, so that makes you the child. These two, though…” She messed up Niamh’s and I's hair. “They are children!”

Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. “Sam, shut up; someone’s calling me.” I pulled my phone out and saw it was Magda calling. I answered and put her on speaker.

“Hey Magdaaa! My favorite teammate!”

“I thought I was your favorite teammate?” Jessie mumbled.

“Where are you three? And have you seen Sam?”

“Hi, Magda,” Sam said. “You four are in so much trouble!”

“Sam made us get lost!” Niamh quickly protested.

“Whoa, okay, so blame it on me? You guys were lost before I even showed up!”

“Just shut up and get here!”

“And where exactly would ‘here’ be?” I asked.

“The changing room!” Magda yelled before ending the call.

“Anyone know where the changing room is?” you said.

“Oh my God, just follow me and don’t get lost,” Jessie said as she led you, Sam, and Niamh to the changing room.

We entered to find an angry Magda, Millie barely containing her laughter, and Zecira filming us.

“Vi har ett spel att spela om mindre än en timme och vad gör ni tre? gå vilse! Dumma, dummaste och dummaste!” She pointed at me, Niamh, and Sam. "Jessie you did nothing, but these three are terrible"

We have a game to play in less than an hour and what are you three doing? getting lost! Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest!

Zecira collapsed on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. Sam leaned over and whispered, “Yo, what the heck did she just say?” I shrugged.

Pernille stepped in from behind Magda, pulling her back from us while giggling. “Min elskede, they can't understand you.”

Magda looked like a ticking time bomb. “Just go get dressed!” she snapped, pointing to our cubbies.

The four of us headed to our cubbies to change. As we got ready, Magda came up from behind Sam and lightly slapped her on the back of the neck. “Stop getting the children lost!”

Sam looked offended. “Firstly, ow! Secondly, they were lost when I found them!”

We changed into our training kits and made our way to the pitch for warm-ups. We were paired up, and I got Jessie as my partner. I draped my arm over her shoulders. “Why hello there, pretty lady.” Jessie turned red, though it was probably just the cold. “Hello, Y/n.”

We found a free space on the pitch. “Are you ready to dominate warm-ups?” I asked.

“Obviously,” Jessie replied.

“High five!” I said, putting my hand up.

“Seriously?” she responded.

“Yes, seriously.”

“Are you going to trick me?” Jessie asked skeptically.

I gasped, “Never!” She gave me a high five.

“See? I told you I wasn't gonna trick you.”

“Surprisingly. Time to warm up before you get in trouble with Magda again.” We faced each other, using one another for stability, like that TikTok of McFoord training together.

“So, how’s the love life going?” Jessie asked.

I let out a breath. “The love life is non-existent,” I replied, switching legs.

“What about Real Madrid's goalkeeper, Misa? I saw you two talking after the game last week,” she questioned.

“Ooo, getting jealous are we?” I teased.

She lightly punched my shoulder. “Ow!” I yelped.

“That wasn't even hard! And I was just asking a question.”

“Nothing is going on between me and Misa. We’ve been friends ever since Alexia introduced us before the World Cup final. Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” she replied.

“Mhmmm, sure,” I said sarcastically.

“What do you mean ‘Mhmmm sure’? And why did you say it like that?” she asked.

“No reason,” I shot back with a grin.

[txttletale]

I'm a little confused, literally in the span of two posts you compared being wary about problematic fiction to the Hayes Code, but then you reblogged that post critiquing an illegal ship by associating it with Hazbin Hotel?

ILLEGAL SHIP???