#e’s 500 celly!

[dmercer91]

jack's best friend always treating luke like a younger brother but he's just so obviously in love with her

my personal theory is that luke falls and pines hard

he can get a little 🤏 delusional

also- quinn would think luke pining is hilarious

movie day, lh43

a quiet knock on your door knocked you out of your book, head turning in the direction of your bedroom door at the hughes’ lake house and casing your hoodie to droop out of its spot and into your eyes

you took it off your head, telling whoever it was to come in and closing your book in your lap. you smiled when you saw luke, looking like a deer in headlights

“hi, lukey. what’s up?” his face went rosy and you adjusted in your bed, fixing the blanket on your lap.

“um. supper’s ready. quinn made grilled cheese. he’s calling it gourmet,” he scratched the back of his neck and you giggled, biting your lip slightly

“would you mind bringing it up for me? im pretending to be mad at your brother so im having ‘movie day’ without him. i’ve just been reading,” you added movie day in air quotes, and luke finally cracked a smile, nodding at you and quietly turning to go back downstairs and grab your food

when he came back, he had his plate as well, and he gave you a sheepish look.

“i thought maybe we could have actual movie day, so i brought mine. can i…?” he trailed off, shifting his weight onto one leg

you nodded happily, moving over in your bed and patting the spot next to you.

luke grinned to himself, making his way over and sitting down, stiffening slightly when you leaned against him and took your plate from his hand

“you can pick the movie, lukey,” you handed him the remote, taking a bite of your sandwich and grinning when you determined that quinn’s gourmet grilled cheese was made with kraft singles.

he flicked through the movies on some of the apps you were already logged in on, eventually landing on xmen first class and looking down at you to confirm that what he’d chosen was okay

you nodded slightly, adjusting further into his shoulder and taking the remote from him to turn up the volume.

his face went hot when your hand had brushed his, and he quickly took a bite of his food to try and mask how flustered he’d gotten from just a small touch

“i told jack we were watching top gun, just to egg him on,” he whispered, eyes lighting up when you smiled and laughed.

his eyes stayed mostly on you throughout the movie, especially after you’d both finished eating and you started playing with his hair. you’d moved up so his head was on your chest, eyes zoned on the movie while he looked up at you, enamoured.

eventually, he nestled closer, grabbing your attention.

luke wasn’t a world renowned cuddler, so it raised suspicion. “you okay, lukey?” you brushed his hair out of his face and he nodded sleepily, pretending to be focused on the movie

you giggled “sleepy?” he hummed in response, bringing his eyes back up to yours.

“you’re not usually a snuggler, just wanted to make sure. you can talk to me, lu,” you squeezed his face a little, earning a smile

he knew that your words were meant to be coming off as jacks best friend, who’d been around for years, just wanting to help someone you’d known forever

but deep down he really, really wished that your words were meant to be subtle flirting, or letting him know how you felt

“if you fall asleep you can just stay, lukey,” you ruffled his hair, turning your head back to the movie

he nodded into you, tucking his head up into your neck

“thank you, baby,” he stiffened at his own words, the pet name coming out by accident

you only kissed his temple, not paying any mind to it.

he sighed in relief and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep

#e’s 500 celly! #e’s blurbs! #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #new jersey devils #umich wolverines

[beachbabey]

HAPPY 500 FOLLOWERS ENOCH!!! ASSIGN UR MUTUALS AS SONGS OFF YOUR PLAYLIST!!!!

i simply cannot pick one song for each person so they're getting three

I physically cannot elaborate why these particular songs, brain is too full of love to try and explain anything <3

Teddy @thesluttyarchivist

clay pigeons by michael cera

the ultracheese by arctic monkeys

11:30 in london by finn

Robyn @hangmanapologist

hearing damage by thom yorke

highway tune by greta van fleet

spinning by charli xcx

Shelby @rhettabbotts

sleeping on the blacktop by colter wall

would that i by hozier

place in me by luke hemmings

Seb @sebsxphia

peace by taylor swift

these girls by sticky fingers

berlin by ry x

Abby @mothdruid

artificial flowers by beach goons

gloom by djo

crop circles by odie leigh

Ana @lilacfairy-13

colapso by kevin kaarl

happiness by the 1975

raspberry beret by prince

Sarah @floyd-luvr

outrun the bear by matt maltese

sanctuary by joji

barcelona by george ezra

Bella @nobody7102

lorelai by fleet foxes

girls on film by duran duran

strange by celeste

#E's 500 celly

[babydollmarauders]

IF ONLY TO SAY YOU’RE MINE — LUKE HUGHES

luke hughes x fem! edwards! reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?" & “i think I'm in love with you." with Luke.

notes: i listened to Sofia by Clairo on repeat while writing this ngl

“alright, there are rules.” Ethan tells me.

finally getting the chance to visit my older brother and see him play hockey with his school team is the most exciting part of my year. with Ethan being only a year older than me, we’ve always been close, so being so far away from each other for most of the year sucks.

“rules?” i question, turning my head to look at him rather than out the car window. we’re currently on our way to sophomore house after he picked me up from the airport.

“rules.” he confirms. “number one: you’re not stealing one of my jerseys to wear to the game, so i hope you brought your own.”

“i did.” i give him a single harsh nod.

“good. number two: you are in a house of hockey players, meaning there’s bound to be a game playing on the tv every night. you must watch with us. it’s bonding time so no hiding in my room.” he says. his eyes flicker between me and the road as he speaks and i give him another nod.

“i think i can handle that.” i affirm.

“lastly, rule number three, arguably the most important rule-”

“get on with it, E.” i cut him off and he sends a quick glare towards me before speaking again.

“do. not. crush. on. my. friends.” he emphasizes each word but with this rule, i stay silent. i’ve already stalked his friends instagram accounts, and though they’re all cute, there’s one in particular who’s caught my eye.

“y/n, no.” Ethan whines as he pulls the car into his driveway.

“i can’t control who i find attractive, Ethan!” i argue.

“no! who? who is it?” he interrogates.

“Luke Hughes.” i mumble, unbuckling my seatbelt as he puts the car in park. my brother groans, throwing his head back.

“i guess he’s not the worst one you could’ve chosen.” he admits. sighing, he turns off the engine, unbuckling his seat and proceeding to exit the car. i swing my car door open and hop out, rounding the back of the car where Ethan is grabbing my duffel bag from the trunk. he hands me the bag, starting towards the front door, and i follow in his footsteps, trailing behind him.

as soon as Ethan opens the door, i’m met with loud shouts. Ethan walks towards the noise and i stay a few steps behind him until we reach the living room. four boys are sat on the couch, two playing video games as the other two shout out unhelpful tips, and i recognize them from my insta stalking as Mackie, Mark, Dylan, and Luke.

“guys, this is my sister, y/n.” Ethan voice cuts through the yelling and the room goes quiet, all four boys turning their heads to look at me.

“what’s up? i’m Mackie.” he sticks his hand out for me to shake and i politely do so, feeling awkward already in a house full of guys.

“hey, i’m Dylan.” i shake his hand as well and he gives me a kind smile, easing my nerves slightly.

“hi. i’m Mark.” he gives me a full grin and i smile back, shaking his hand. i look over to Luke, assuming he would introduce himself too, but he just looks back at me with parted lips and slightly wide eyes.

oh. do i look bad? the flight was long, maybe i look rough. this is embarrassing.

“i- uh- Luke.” he tells me, slipping his hand in mine to shake. his cheeks twinge pink and i blush in return.

“nice to meet you guys.” i say.

“yo, Luke.” Mark badly whispers. “is there a reason you're blushing like that?”

the three boys laugh but Luke only flushes darker, and my brother stares at him with an unamused expression.

“keep it in your pants, Hughes.” Ethan’s words are gruff, and he takes ahold of my elbow. “let’s go. i’ll show you to my room.”

*

it’s been two days since i arrived and in those days i’ve gotten inaugurated into the boys group. i’ve joked around with Mackie, Dylan, and Mark, i tagged along to hockey practice, and i joined the guys in watching the Tampa Bay Lightning game, where i learned Dylan was drafted.

though through all of that, Luke and i have still been pretty awkward around each other. we’ve talked of course, and sure, we’ve joked around a little, but it’s been in a different way than the rest of the guys.

i’m currently sat on the couch between Luke and Ethan, watching a Devils game. i started watching the Devils as soon as my brother was drafted by them, so i have no qualms about watching this game.

we all sit at the edge of our seats, watching as Luke’s brother, Jack, has the puck. but it’s three on one and because of that, he’s unable to make the shot on net. the guys groan and i huff.

“where the hell was the defense?! they practically just stood there and watched as he had to try and breakaway from three men! they need to get their shit together and start playing like an actual team.” i rant. i glance away from the tv to see the guys, besides Ethan, all staring at me in shock. “what?”

“i think i’m in love with you.” Luke exhales and i can immediately feel the heat rising in my face as Ethan reaches behind me, smacking Luke on the back of the head.

“w-what?”

“sorry, i- not like, in love, in love.” he clarifies. “you’re just like, my dream girl. you’re kind, you’re hot, you’re funny, you’re into hockey. you’re perfect.”

“ugh, this is disgusting. just kiss already and get it over with. i’ll cover my eyes.”

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#faithlynn’s 500 celly! #luke hughes #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #umich blurbs #umich hockey #umich boys #umich imagine #ethan edwards #faithlynn’s writings <3

[barbaraincucina]

“Ho sempre nutrito diffidenza verso ogni pretesa di codificazione, normalizzazione, uniformazione: la ‘vera’ ricetta del ragù, le ‘vere’ dimensioni della tagliatella, il “vero” ripieno dei tortellini… C’è troppa ambiguità in questo terribile aggettivo (vero) che vorrebbe bollare come falsa ogni variante, ogni invenzione, ogni scostamento dalla regola. […] La cucina è fatta soprattutto di libertà, di differenze, di varianti” (Montanari, 2010).

RAGÙ CLASSICO BOLOGNESE: LA RICETTA DEPOSITATA

http://barbaraincucina.tumblr.com/post/181195095422/giornata-nazionale-del-rag%C3%B9-alla-bolognese-il-rag%C3%B9

Il ragù di casa mia

Tritare finemente la cipolla, il sedano e la carota e far soffriggere in una casseruola con il burro e l’olio evo. Quindi unire il macinato di carne mista (manzo e maiale) e la salsiccia. Sgranare bene la carne e mescolarla sul fuoco vivace: deve tostare e non lessare, proseguire quindi fino a quando non si sarà asciugata tutta l’acqua “buttata fuori”. Quando inizia a sfrigolare sfumare com l'aceto balsamico. Aggiungere un po' di sale e qualche bacca di pimento pestata nel mortaio. Amalgamare quindi la passata di pomodoro e brodo caldo (o acqua calda; ad esempio una lattina di pomodoro e una lattina di acqua). Cuocere a fuoco basso e senza coperchio per almeno tre ore (fino a quando non sarà evaporato tutto il brodo). La carne dovrà avere un aspetto “sgranato”. Aggiustare di sale e pepe e aggiungere una punta di bicarbonato per togliere l'eventuale acidità del pomodoro.

Ottimo con aggiunta di peperone verde.

Al ragù ed cartlam

http://barbaraincucina.tumblr.com/post/133345440527/il-rag%C3%B9-che-faceva-la-nonna-quello-di-diaframma

Ricette di ragù alternative con diversi tipi di carne:

Ragù bianco

100 gr di sedano 100 gr di carote 100 gr di cipolla 200 gr di macinato di bovino 200 gr di macinato di vitello 200 gr di macinato di maiale 400 gr di latte vino bianco olio evo, burro, sale, pepe

Tritare finemente le verdure e farle appassire in olio evo e una noce di burro. Aggiungere le carni e farle rosolare. Sfumare con il vino bianco e una volta evaporato aggiungere il latte e un pizzico di sale. Cuocere per almeno due ore a fiamma dolce con il coperchio. Se il fondo tende ad asciugarsi unire un poco di brodo. Infine aggiustare di sale e pepe.

Ottimo con aggiunta di piselli.

Ragù di costine di maiale

800 gr di costine di suino 100 gr di sedano 100 gr di carote 60 gr di cipolla vino bianco olio evo, burro, sale, pepe salvia, rosmarino, alloro

Fare arrostire le costine con poco olio. A parte, rosolare le verdure tritate con olio e burro, aggiungere le costine, sfumare col vino bianco, coprire con acqua calda, aggiungere le erbe aromatiche e cuocere in pentola a pressione per 40 minuti circa. Fare leggermente raffreddare, aprire la pentola, disossare le costine e tritarne la polpa grossolanamente. Aggiustare di sale e pepe.

Ragù di salsiccia

500 grammi di salsiccia 300 gr di passata di pomodoro 100 gr di sedano 100 gr di carote 60 gr di cipolla vino bianco olio evo, pepe

In una casseruola unire tre cucchiai d’olio, il sedano, la carota e la cipolla tritati e far appassire dolcemente. Poi unire la salsiccia sgranata e far rosolare a fiamma vivace, mescolandola in continuazione in modo che si sgrani bene. Sfumare con il vino, versandolo sui bordi della casseruola in modo da non bloccare la cottura, e mescolare fino a quando non sarà completamente evaporato. Aggiungere quindi la passata, pepare ma non salare, coprire e far sobbollire lentamente per circa un’ora aggiungendo, nel caso il ragù si asciugasse troppo un poco di brodo. A cottura quasi ultimata correggere se serve di sapore.

Ottimo con aggiunta di fagioli.

Ragù con funghi porcini

500 gr di macinato misto funghi porcini secchi 300 gr di passata di pomodoro 100 gr di sedano 100 gr di carote 60 gr di cipolla vino bianco olio evo, burro, sale, pepe timo fresco

Tritare finemente le verdure e farle appassire in olio evo e una noce di burro. Aggiungere la carne e farla rosolare. Sfumare con il vino bianco e una volta evaporato aggiungere il timo, la passata di pomodoro, una manciata di funghi porcini secchi ammollati in acqua e poi strizzati. Cuocere per almeno due ore a fiamma dolce con il coperchio. Se il fondo tende ad asciugarsi unire un poco di brodo. Infine aggiustare di sale e pepe.

Ragù bianco di coniglio

500 gr di polpa di coniglio tritata a coltello 100 gr di pancetta affumicata tritata 100 gr di sedano 100 gr di carote 60 gr di cipolla vino bianco olio evo, burro, sale, pepe alloro

Tritare finemente le verdure e farle appassire in olio evo e una noce di burro. Aggiungere la pancetta e farla rosolare. Poi aggiungere anche la polpa di coniglio. Una volta rosolata, sfumare con il vino bianco e poi aggiungere una foglia di alloro e un pizzico di sale. Cuocere per almeno due ore a fiamma dolce con il coperchio. Se il fondo tende ad asciugarsi unire un poco di brodo. Infine aggiustare di sale e pepe.

Ottimo con aggiunta di carciofi. O di prugne secche. O olive taggiasche denocciolate e pinoli.

Ragù di agnello con melanzana e melagrana

400 gr di polpa di coscia di agnello tritata 2 carote 2 gambi di sedano 1 cipolla rossa 1 melanzana e 1 melagrana 200 gr di passata di pomodoro vino bianco olio evo, burro, sale, pepe aglio, timo  

Tritare finemente le verdure e farle appassire in olio evo e una noce di burro. Aggiungere la carne e farla rosolare. Sfumare con il vino bianco e una volta evaporato aggiungere il timo, la passata di pomodoro e un pizzico di sale. Cuocere per almeno due ore a fiamma dolce con il coperchio. Se il fondo tende ad asciugarsi unire un poco di brodo. Nel frattempo tagliare a cubetti la melanzana e rosolarla in un’altra padella con un olio evo e aglio in camicia. un quarto d’ora prima della fine della cottura del ragù aggiungere la melanzana e mescolare. Infine unire anche i chicchi di melograno e aggiustare di sale e pepe.

Ragù di faraona

500 gr di polpa di faraona tritata a coltello 300 gr di passata di pomodoro 100 gr di sedano 100 gr di carote 60 gr di cipolla vino bianco olio evo, burro, sale, pepe salvia, rosmarino, alloro

Tritare finemente le verdure e farle appassire in olio evo e una noce di burro. Aggiungere la carne e farla rosolare. Sfumare con il vino bianco e una volta evaporato aggiungere il mazzetto di erbe aromatiche, la passata di pomodoro e un pizzico di sale. Cuocere per almeno due ore a fiamma dolce con il coperchio. Se il fondo tende ad asciugarsi unire un poco di brodo. Infine aggiustare di sale e pepe.

Ottimo con aggiunta alla fine di cubettini di limone candito.

Ragù di lepre

500 gr di polpa di lepre 100 gr di sedano 100 gr di carote 60 gr di cipolla vino bianco olio evo, burro, sale, pepe salvia, rosmarino, alloro, chiodi di garofano, aglio  

Tagliare la polpa a piccoli pezzi col coltello. Tritare finemente ma a mano la cipolla, il sedano e la carota e far soffriggere in una casseruola con il burro, l’olio e l’aglio vestito. Unire le spezie e gli aromi e quindi la carne che deve tostare e non lessare, cuocere quindi a fuoco vivace mescolando fino a quando non si sarà asciugata tutta l’acqua che ha buttato fuori. Quando sta per “attaccarsi” sfumare col vino avendo l’accortezza di farlo evaporare tutto (ovvero fin che il grasso sul fondo non frigge). A questo punto coprire con brodo caldo vegetale e cuocere a fuoco basso e senza coperchio per circa due ore ovvero fino a quando non sarà evaporato tutto il brodo.

Ragù di anatra

1 mezza anatra 1 costa di sedano 1 carota ½ cipolla vino bianco olio evo, burro, sale, pepe salvia, rosmarino, alloro, bacche di ginepro, aglio  

Disossare l’anatra e tagliare il petto a piccoli pezzi col coltello. Lasciare alcune parti di pelle, togliere quella più grassa e spessa. Tritare finemente ma a mano la cipolla, il sedano e la carota e far soffriggere in una casseruola con il burro, l’olio evo e l’aglio vestito. Unire la carne e anche le ossa, le alette ecc. La carne deve tostare e non lessare, cuocere quindi a fuoco vivace mescolando fino a quando non si sarà asciugata tutta l’acqua che ha buttato fuori. Quando sta per “attaccarsi” sfumare col vino avendo l’accortezza di farlo evaporare tutto (ovvero fin che il grasso sul fondo non frigge). A questo punto coprire con brodo caldo vegetale e cuocere a fuoco basso e senza coperchio per circa due ore ovvero fino a quando non sarà evaporato tutto il brodo. Togliere le parti di scarto.

Ottimo con aggiunta di radicchio rosso.

E tante altre versioni in archivio:

Ragù rustico di anatra, scorza di arancia e semi di papavero

http://barbaraincucina.tumblr.com/post/173255160417/tagliatelle-con-rag%C3%B9-rustico-di-anatra-scorza-di

Ragù di zucca e salsiccia

http://barbaraincucina.tumblr.com/post/154166333007/pasta-con-rag%C3%B9-di-zucca-e-salsiccia-cuocere-la

Ragù di cinghiale

http://barbaraincucina.tumblr.com/post/164403295722/oggi-pranzo-felice-alle-fattorie-di-celli

Ragù di agnello e carciofi

http://barbaraincucina.tumblr.com/post/141299539617/ecco-il-men%C3%B9-completo-per-il-mio-pranzo-di-pasqua

Foto di Stefano Pilli

http://www.stefanopilli.it Phone: [phone] [email protected] Papillon Studio via Gonzaga,51/A 42011 Bagnolo in Piano (RE) ITALY

[tmnotizie]

BORGO PACE – Ha visto la partecipazione di numerosi sindaci e rappresentanti di associazioni (tra cui Camera di Commercio regionale, Ordine dei commercialisti provinciale, Cisl del territorio di Urbino, Confederazione italiana agricoltori di Pesaro) l’incontro che il presidente della Provincia Giuseppe Paolini ha tenuto a Borgo Pace, nella sala polifunzionale “Spazio Metauro”, per illustrare a cittadini ed amministratori gli interventi fatti dall’amministrazione provinciale su strade e scuole (in questo caso quelle nell’area sud ovest del territorio provinciale) ed ascoltare le esigenze della popolazione.

Insieme a lui, il direttore generale della Provincia Marco Domenicucci, il dirigente del Servizio Viabilità Mario Primavera ed il dirigente del Servizio Edilizia scolastica Maurizio Bartoli. L’appuntamento, che rientra in una serie di incontri e confronti previsti dal presidente Paolini in particolare nelle aree interne, è stato aperto dal sindaco di Borgo Pace Romina Pierantoni.

“Ringrazio il presidente Paolini – ha detto – perché appuntamenti come questo sui territori sono molto importanti, è il momento di unirci, partendo non solo dai problemi ma anche dalle potenzialità. L’unione fa la forza e mi auguro che la Provincia riesca a creare quella sinergia costa–entroterra, grande–piccolo, che porti ad una progettazione condivisa. Bisogna essere tutti uniti soprattutto per rivendicare con forza nei confronti dello Stato infrastrutture stradali, come la Fano – Grosseto, perché solo con quelle si può rendere qualsiasi progetto di sviluppo futuribile”.

UNA DIFFERENTE FISCALITA’ PER LE AREE INTERNE

“Essendo sindaco di un comune dell’entroterra – ha detto Giuseppe Paolini – vivo come voi le problematiche, le divisioni ancora consistenti tra costa ed aree interne, che invece dovrebbero andare avanti in simbiosi. Le aree interne sono penalizzate in molti ambiti, bisognerebbe che lo Stato prevedesse fiscalità diverse per i piccoli Comuni e per chi insedia o tiene vive attività, evitando lo spopolamento. Penso alle botteghe dei piccoli paesi, che svolgono di fatto un servizio sociale per quegli anziani che non riescono ad andare a fare la spesa in centro.

Penso anche al trasporto scolastico, che vede costi notevoli per le famiglie delle aree interne. Quella per una differente pressione fiscale è una battaglia che intendo portare avanti insieme ai sindaci, così come la battaglia per far sì che lo Stato lasci alle Province i fondi che provengono da Rc Auto e Ipt per poter fare maggiori interventi sulle scuole e sulle strade, visto che da anni siamo sottoposti a prelievi forzosi”.

PRELIEVI FORZOSI E INVESTIMENTI

Sui prelievi forzosi subiti dalla Provincia si è soffermato il direttore generale della Marco Domenicucci. “Dal 2014 lo Stato – ha detto – oltre a non fare più trasferimenti alle Province, preleva risorse, in contrasto con l’autonomia finanziaria sancita dalla Costituzione. E tutto questo mantenendo in capo alle Province competenze importanti come la gestione e manutenzione delle scuole superiori e delle strade provinciali.

In tempi più recenti, a livello nazionale ci si è resi conto che molti problemi riscontrati su strade e scuole derivavano proprio da questa situazione e sono state ritrasferite alle Province alcune risorse, che non sono però sufficienti. Nel 2018, dopo prelievi forzosi dalle casse del nostro ente per 17 milioni di euro, lo Stato ci ha restituito 5,2 milioni di euro. Nonostante le difficoltà, la Provincia dal 2015 al 2018 ha fatto investimenti sulle strade per 13,8 milioni di euro e sulle scuole superiori per 9,3 milioni di euro”.

GLI INTERVENTI SU STRADE E PONTI

Come evidenziato dal dirigente del Servizio Viabilità Mario Primavera, i trasferimenti del Ministero Infrastrutture e Trasporti alla Provincia per la manutenzione straordinaria della viabilità provinciale ammontano a 2,5 milioni di euro l’anno, di cui 800mila euro per la manutenzione dei ponti.

“Una cifra insufficiente, che rapportata ai 1200 km di strade provinciali fa capire come la Provincia abbia a disposizione solo 1800 euro a km contro gli 8000 euro a disposizione dell’Anas”. Facendo il punto sui recenti interventi e su quelli programmati, sulla strada provinciale 61 “Borgo Pace” si sono conclusi i lavori per la messa in sicurezza del piano viabile e pertinenze (13mila euro finanziati dal Mit-Ministero Infrastrutture e Trasporti programma 2019) ed è stato fatto dalla Provincia lo studio di fattibilità tecnico economica per la sistemazione del tratto franato al km 1+800 e per altri tratti di strada, per un importo di 60mila euro.

“Sempre sulla Sp 61 – ha aggiunto Primavera – è prevista nel 2020 la manutenzione del ponte per un importo di 36mila euro (fondi Mit 2020), così come sono previsti interventi sul ponte sulla SP 7 a Piandimeleto (80mila euro Mit 2020) e sul ponte sulla SP 81 a Sant’Angelo in Vado (80mila euro Mit 2020)”. Tra gli interventi effettuati, a Mercatello sul Metauro nel luglio 2018 è stata acquisita e risistemata la strada comunale, ora strada provinciale 157 “Fienaie”, che serve da collegamento con la provincia di Perugia in alternativa alla strada statale “Bocca Trabaria”, che per un periodo è rimasta chiusa per una grossa frana.

“Anche se la funzionalità di quest’ultima è stata ripristinata – ha aggiunto il dirigente – la strada provinciale ‘Fienaie’ costituisce un valido collegamento alternativo”. Ad Apecchio è stata invece ripristinata in estate la strada provinciale 101 “Caselle” ad Acquapartita dopo la frana del maggio scorso (spesi 100mila euro). Nell’ambito di un finanziamento del Ministero Infrastrutture e Trasporti di 200mila euro (Mit 2019) sono stati fatti interventi per la messa in sicurezza del piano viabile e relative pertinenze delle strade provinciali 2 “Conca”, 70 “Piandicastello”, 99 “San Sisto”, 135 “Castellina” – Ca Antonio. Numerosi altri interventi hanno riguardato strade provinciali nei territori di Lunano, Peglio, Belforte all’Isauro, Piandimeleto.

SCUOLE: “CELLI” DI PIOBBICO E “DELLA ROVERE” DI URBANIA

Per quanto riguarda le scuole, come sottolineato dal dirigente del Servizio Edilizia scolastica Maurizio Bartoli “la Provincia sta investendo molto nelle scuole delle aree interne, è una strategia in corso da anni”. Tra gli interventi più consistenti nell’area, l’ampliamento del Polo scolastico IPSSAR “Celli” di Piobbico, con la costruzione del nuovo comparto cucine ed il completamento degli edifici esterni per un importo di 460mila euro (a cui si aggiungono 25mila di contributo per l’acquisto di nuove attrezzature per laboratori cucine), con conclusione lavori prevista a febbraio 2020.

La scuola, che nel 2016 ha visto l’adeguamento di aule al secondo piano dell’edificio esistente (spesi 90mila euro), sarà al centro di un consistente intervento di adeguamento sismico e alle normative di sicurezza, con riorganizzazione degli spazi, finanziato dal Miur per 4,1 milioni di euro. Importanti interventi anche per l’istituto omnicomprensivo statale “Della Rovere” di Urbania.

“Su Palazzo Rasi – ha aggiunto Bartoli – stiamo continuando gli interventi per il recupero e la messa in sicurezza, per un importo di 400mila euro. In corso anche interventi nella sede di via Garibaldi sulla porzione della Chiesa di Santa Chiara sovrastante alcuni locali della scuola (38mila e 500 euro). E’ inoltre in corso anche la progettazione per il miglioramento sismico dell’istituto grazie ad un finanziamento di 4 milioni di euro giunto alla Provincia”.

#Marche #TMNotizie

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Il successo di Boris Johnson? Nasce nel 2003, con la fatidica intervista a Silvio Berlusconi. Ora vi dico come è andata. Ovvero: elogio ubriaco di Nicholas Farrell, la ‘spalla’ del biondochiomato Boris

Nel settembre del 2003 pensavo che precipitare in un sonetto di Rilke fosse il gesto ‘politico’ più importante che potessi esercitare e che un distico di Emily Dickinson fosse sufficiente per illuminare la ‘situazione’ mondiale. La penso ancora così.

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Nel settembre del 2003 due inglesi, uno alto, alticcio, allampanato, l’altro basso, energico, inelegante, si presentano nella dimora di Porto Rotondo, a casa di Silvio Berlusconi, ribaltano l’arte dell’intervista, mettono a soqquadro il quadro politico di allora. “Sembravamo una coppia di comici, Stanlio e Ollio. Boris è piccolo e robusto, io alto e dinoccolato, lui è biondo, io moro, lui ha fatto rugby, io cricket, lui è un deputato, io un vagabondo. Boris si è presentato con il piccolo autobus che aveva affittato per la moglie e i quattro figli”. Così ha raccontato uno dei due – quello alto – a Claudio Sabelli Fioretti, un mese dopo. Per mesi non s’è parlato d’altro. Berlusconi, nella divisa estiva dell’epoca – informale, piacione, “indossava una specie di pigiama bianco, trasparente”, ricorda uno dei due; all’altro resta impresso il dettaglio dei capezzoli che sporgono dalla camicia – sfoggia quello che dopo sarebbe stato il repertorio di massima – sono tutti comunisti e tutti contro di me, che faccio il bene del prossimo –, dialogando come un imperatore. Esempi sparsi di quella fatidica intervista: “Credo che l’80 per cento dei giornalisti siano di Sinistra, e abbiano rapporti molto stretti con l’informazione estera, e hanno tutti un club a Roma”; “Dovete capire che ho avuto più di 500 visite dalla Guardia di Finanza al mio gruppo, che ho avuto più di 90 indagini. Dovete chiedere, qual è il rimedio se un’intera procura, a Milano e a Palermo, non fa altro che inventare teoremi su di me?… Soltanto l’8 per cento degli italiani ha fiducia in questa magistratura”; “Vi dico la verità, se vivessi in un paese dove non ci fossero le elezioni, diventerei un rivoluzionario, se non un terrorista. E questo è perché io amo troppo la libertà, e senza libertà un uomo non è un uomo. Non ha dignità”.

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Dal giugno 2001 Berlusconi era Presidente del Consiglio dei ministri, incarico che avrebbe mantenuto fino al 2006. Nel luglio 2003 è Presidente di turno del Consiglio dell’Unione europea. Non rilascia interviste. I due intervistatori inglesi si chiamano Boris Johnson e Nicholas Farrell. Il primo è diventato primo ministro inglese. La fatidica intervista fu pubblicata sullo Spectator – di cui BJ era direttore – con il titolo roboante “Forza Berlusconi!”. In Italia, la stessa intervista fu pubblicata da La Voce di Romagna, su cui scriveva Farrell, che da giornale ‘locale’ ottenne lauta gloria nazionale. Lo Spectator lo leggo ancora oggi, per La Voce di Romagna lavorai, con alterna gloria e grave d’imprese, per un tot di anni.

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La copertina dell’articolo di Tom McTague sul ‘The Atlantic’ che ribadisce: l’intervista del 2003 a Silvio Berlusconi, pubblicata sullo ‘Spectator’ e su ‘La Voce di Romagna’, è stata il primo passo della formidabile carriera di Boris Johnson. E ne esplicita i valori

L’intervista è memorabile fin dall’incipit (“Tramonto in Sardegna. Il sole svanisce dietro le falesie. Le cicale si zittiscono, per un attimo. Le guardie armate di mitraglie sbucano dal cespuglio di mirto, tra gli ulivi, e l’uomo più ricco d’Europa mi piglia il braccio. La voce è eccitata. ‘Guarda’, dice, puntando la torcia. ‘Guarda la potenza di quell’albero’. Lo spettacolo è davvero suggestivo”). Alla concisione narrativa segue il dialogo, fitto, netto, senza filtri. Tipico giornalismo britannico: colto senza esagerare, divertito, colpi di frasi-coltello ai fianchi. Di Boris Johnson continuo a vedere, in video, la chioma allucinata, da Joker della politica. Nicholas Farrell è stato, per un flirt di tempo, un collega.

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Che quella fatidica intervista a Berlusconi sia il primo miglio della carriera politica di Boris Johnson non lo dico io. Quando, nel 2005, sono capitato la prima volta alla Voce di Romagna l’allora direttore, Franco Fregni, e l’editore, Gianni Celli, mi parlavano con un certo vigore di quella intervista. Di fatto, aveva cambiato la storia del giornale su cui, improvvisamente, tutti volevano scrivere. Farrell dirigeva un inserto della Voce – nome che rimanda al duo Prezzolini+Papini –, “Le Ragioni dell’Occidente”, con piglio speciale. Voleva articoli molto personali, graffianti, pieni di brio e con una – una! – idea centrale, indiscutibile, meglio se polemica. Era un istrione avvezzo al deprimersi. Ci eravamo simpatici. Su di lui aleggiavano granitiche leggende – beveva fino a mezzanotte, poi scriveva l’editoriale da mandare in stampa. Ogni tanto gli ritiravano la patente per eccesso alcolico. Ogni tanto mi telefonava, con gergo very english, “Brullo, come ca**o fai a vivere di giornalismo, che ca**o significa un poeta che fa giornalismo?”. Era atterrato in Italia nel 1998. Scrisse un libro – vasto, informato, arguto, smaliziato – su Mussolini, che sarebbe stato pubblicato da Le Lettere nel 2006. Aveva casa in Romagna, con reale stuolo di figli (quattro, cinque, sei…). L’ho letto, di recente, sullo Spectator. “It may seem incredibile, but I’d trust an Italian over a Franchman any day”. Un articolo graffiante, come al solito, pieno di vizi, di personalismi, di docili smargiassate. “Ricordo che una volta mia hanno fermato due poliziotti italiani, ero decisamente oltre il limite, era notte. Invece di farmi il controllo, abbiamo iniziato a parlare della biografia di Mussolini che avevo scritto. ‘Mussolini è stato piuttosto frainteso’, ho assicurato al poliziotto. ‘Hitler gli ha fatto un pessimo servizio’. Molto bravo Farrell, mi fa il maresciallo lasciandomi andare, ‘Mi raccomando scriva semplicemente la verità sul Duce, Ok?’”.

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Ma in effetti, chissenefrega di una intervista pubblicata sedici anni fa e dei miei ricordi annebbiati dall’afa. L’interesse, in realtà, è uno e doppio. Il primo. In quella intervista, per la prima volta, un politico di primo piano si espone con un linguaggio immediato, ‘da spaccone’, sorpassando uffici stampa, notiziari, canoni ufficiali, facendo della ‘dichiarazione’ un proclama. Oggi fanno tutti così, aiutati dalla melma social.

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Piuttosto. Sulla prestigiosa rivista di Washington D.C., The Atlantic – fondata nel 1857 da Ralph Waldo Emerson, e scusate se è poco – Tom McTague si lancia in una densa riflessione sul neo primo ministro inglese, “Boris Johnson Meets His Destiny”. Beh, il commentatore ritiene che proprio quella intervista a Berlusconi sia capitale per capire la statura politica di BJ e la sua azione. “La sua intervista fu una specie di prova e di approvazione: l’uomo d’affari diventato politico era la persona migliore per guidare l’Italia… Johnson pare affascinato da Berlusconi, dal suo carisma, dal suo palazzo, da questo Crasso del XXI secolo e dalla sua opulenta assurdità. Johnson non è colpito dalla politica di quell’uomo, quanto dalla sua energia grezza, dalla ‘torrenziale loquacità’, dalla ‘vulcanica propulsione americana’, sinonimo di ‘ottimismo e fiducia’”.

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Nell’articolessa si fa cenno a Nicholas Farrell. A Sabelli Fioretti il caro, allucinato ‘Nic’ confessò che da Berlusconi, nel 2003, si presentò così, “vestito celeste e cravatta rossa a pois bianchi. E il mio panama bianco”. Mi sembra una scena tratta da un romanzo di Anthony Burgess. Boris Johnson è diventato primo ministro inglese. Al “vagabondo” Nicholas Farrell, almeno, diano la direzione della BBC. (d.b.)

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20 ott 2018 12:21 PIERO CELLI NO LIMITS: ''ROMANO PRODI È UN RANCOROSO CHE SI CIRCONDA DI PERSONE SERVILI. DE BENEDETTI? ARROGANTE, È UN PADRONE. MI FECE LICENZIARE 10 MILA PERSONE E MI CHIESE DI METTERNE 500 IN CASSA INTEGRAZIONE LA VIGILIA DI NATALE. MI VENDICAI QUANDO SU QUELLA CHE ERA LA SUA AUTO TROVO UNA DONNA CHE DOVEVA ANDARE IN SVIZZERA CON LUI'' 2. LAMBERTO DINI CHE PRETENDEVA LA PROMOZIONE DI ANNA LA ROSA, L'ERRORE SU DANIELE LUTTAZZI, IL FIGLIO CHE LAVORÒ IN FERRARI ''CON AGENZIA INTERINALE'' E SU LERNER AL TG1... 

IL SENSO DI CARLO DE BENEDETTI PER IL NATALE

Gustavo Bialetti per “la Verità”

Siccome a quasi 84 anni sta sempre lì a dire che devono fare Repubblica e il centrosinistra tutto, come fossimo ancora ai tempi di Ciriaco De Mita e Romano Prodi, ogni tanto capita che qualcuno si occupi di Carlo De Benedetti e si diverta a raccontare che tipo di padrone è stato.

Ieri è toccato a Pier Luigi Celli, mitico tagliatore di teste in Olivetti, Omnitel, Eni e (senza troppe fortune) in Rai, che si è fatto intervistare dal Fatto Quotidiano e sul suo ex datore di lavoro a Ivrea è andato giù piatto. Non senza aver regolato l'ex amico Prodi con un giudizio definitivo («Romano è un tipo rancoroso che si circonda di persone servili»), il bolognese Celli ammette: «Alla Olivetti di Carlo De Benedetti non sono il capo del personale, ma dell'ex personale. Licenzio 10.000 dipendenti in 10 mesi».

Roba da mandarli entrambi, lui è la futura sedicente «tessera numero uno del Pd», alla Norimberga della gestione delle risorse umane, se solo esistesse. Dopo di che prende la mira: «De Benedetti è arrogante, è un padrone. Se gli dici sempre di sì ti passa addosso», come testimoniano le tristi parabole professionali di decine di suoi giornalisti.

A questo punto l'intervistatore, Carlo Tecce, giustamente gli chiede quando ha detto di no all'Ingegnere ed ecco la piccola rivelazione: «Un giorno mi chiede di firmare 500 lettere di cassa integrazione per il 24 dicembre. La vigilia di Natale, che diamine. Lui insiste, io non lo faccio».

In effetti pensate che bello, ricevere la simpatica letterina con taglio di stipendio incorporato proprio mentre siete a casa con la famiglia per le feste di fine anno.

Avete presente il vecchio detto secondo cui «A Natale sono tutti più buoni?» Ecco, per De Benedetti non vale. Per lui il Natale dev'essere quella ricorrenza che gli ricorda che dopo sei giorni finisce l'esercizio finanziario.

Estratto dall'articolo di Carlo Tecce per il Fatto Quotidiano

Romano [Prodi] è un tipo rancoroso, che si circonda di persone servili, come dimostra lo scarso successo dei suoi governi. […] Non mi manda D' Alema in Rai, o meglio: non direttamente. Un giorno mi chiama un tale Claudio Velardi e mi sussurra: 'Vuoi fare il dg Rai?'. Io declino. Vado in Enel dal mio capo, Franco Tatò, e gli supplico di riportare il mio diniego a D' Alema. Mi risponde gelido: 'Io non posso'. Mi arrendo.

[…] Chiamo Amato per comunicargli l'indicazione di Gad Lerner al Tg1. Non reagisce. Farfuglia: 'Spero sia una scelta ponderata'. È ponderata, poi si rivela azzardata. Lerner manda in onda un servizio sui pedofili con immagini assurde di bambini, i dalemiani ne chiedono la testa alla Camera. Io resisto, lui resiste. Finché, per fare il martire, mostra al Tg1 un bigliettino di raccomandazioni di Mario Landolfi di Alleanza nazionale.

[…] Telefonate di B.? Non molte. La prima nel '93, c'è il Cda dei professori di Claudio Dematté. Berlusconi è quasi in politica, ma sempre il padrone di Mediaset. Io sono il capo del personale di Viale Mazzini, mi chiama per un favore. Mi dice: 'Senta, gli artisti giocano al rialzo sui compensi saltando tra noi e voi, ci mettiamo d' accordo e li freghiamo?'.

[…]

Un litigio. Con Lamberto Dini: desidera la promozione di Anna La Rosa a vicedirettore di un canale. Io respingo e lui urla: 'Sono il ministro degli Esteri!'. Daniele Luttazzi. Un errore. Critico il programma - e anche l' intervista a Marco Travaglio sugli affari di Berlusconi - per dare un movente alle mie dimissioni. Ora chiedo scusa, Luttazzi è un talento della tv.

Vita in Rai. Terribile, non la consiglio neanche ai nemici. […]

Alla Olivetti di Carlo De Benedetti non sono il capo del personale, ma dell' ex personale. Licenzio 10 mila dipendenti in 10 mesi. De Benedetti è arrogante, è un padrone. Se gli dici sempre di sì, ti passa addosso.

Quando ha detto di no.

Mi chiede di firmare 500 lettere di cassa integrazione per il 24 dicembre. La vigilia di Natale, che diamine. Lui insiste, non lo faccio. E mi vendico. Una volta mi informa che ha cambiato macchina aziendale. Ha comprato un' Audi gigantesca per dismettere la Bmw, così dice. Ma qualche settimana dopo, ritrovo una donna a bordo della Bmw: 'Cosa fa qui, signora?' 'Vado in Svizzera con l' Ingegnere'. Corro su e scateno un putiferio.

[…]

Il direttore dell' Università Luiss - durante la recessione del 2009 - suggerisce ai ragazzi di emigrare. Una provocazione. Di mattina tutti mi ringraziano, di pomeriggio - i docenti, i più ipocriti - prendono le distanze.

Il figlio di Celli, però, resta in Italia alla Ferrari.

Succede dopo, ci va con l' Adecco e resta solo otto mesi.

Agiografia non credibile: Celli immune ai politici.

Sono furbo, e con la fama di cattivo. Con la vecchiaia, però, sono diventato buono e un po' rincoglionito.

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since mr.john marino went to harvard

all i can think of is him being with another harvard graduate, who put her degree into some complications field

and he brings her around the rink to meet the guys and they’re like

“hot and smart😮”

developing this into mr john marino claiming that he’s bringing a friend around because she doesn’t want people to pry into her life and she is very very private and so cue every non taken devil frothing at the mouth

and suddenly your close friend johnny is grabbing your ass kissing you right where everyone is watching

and never in your entire life had you been at a loss for words but now you’re just like.. oh my

sounds complicated, jm6

john had never needed to worry about other guys- he knew that. you’d never indulge and you were usually too much of a homebody to be subjected to flirting regardless

so he didn’t really see a problem with you asking to be introduced to the team as his close friend. you didn’t like for people to know about personal things immediately upon meeting.

you didn’t like the opportunity it gave for meddling, and not to say you didn’t trust johnnys friends- but hockey boys were never really the greatest at minding themselves or avoiding conflict

you’d worn sweatpants and a tank top- putting little to no effort into your looks knowing that you and john were meant to be getting bunch after practice

your hair wasn’t straightened, you were wearing your glasses rather than your contacts, and in your personal opinion, you looked a mess

you usually looked pretty professional- being a law student and nearing the beginning of your career meaning you needed to look proper. your current look was not that.

you walked into the arena with a glum look, trailing behind john who was occasionally stopped to greet some staff.

you made it to the dressing room where most of the guys had just been taping new sticks, some missing and some sharpening their skates in a different room you could see from where you were standing.

“s’ this your friend you were talking about, johnny?” a boy with fluffy hair came over from behind, smiling down at you and showing off his missing tooth

“yeah. ba- y/n, this is dawson. he’s.. usually normal,” you gave your boyfriend a look at his close call, turning to dawson and waving, a small smile on your lips

he returned the favour and then furrowed his eyebrows at whatever was behind you, so both you and john turned

“by usually he means never. dawson is never normal,” three guys emerged from the dressing room, the shortest of them the one who’d spoken out

john nodded sideways as a confirmation of his statement, then looked down at you.

“this is jack, his little brother luke, and that’s nico,” he pointed at each player as he stated their names, and nico smiled softly, eyeing you once

jack took the liberty of openly eye fucking you- and luke was clearly trying to be subtle, or at least more subtle than his captain and his brother, but his cheeks were flushed and he only put his hand up shyly as a greeting

“johnny said you were in law?” nico asked, his accent taking you by surprise a little

“yeah, we actually met at harvard. took an elective together and he was unsalvageable in the subject, so he asked me for help,” you shrugged

it wasn’t technically a lie- you’d only let out the minor detail that he’d initially went up to you to ask you out and you told him you’d only agree if he got a b or higher on the next paper

and then the part where he asked for help writing the paper and got to see you strip another piece of clothing after each body paragraph he’d written

“is law really difficult?” dawson asked, sounding genuinely intrigued with his head tilted in curiosity and his eyes happy

he clearly hadn’t noticed that the rest of the group was not actually intending to talk about law- but you were glad for it.

before you could answer, jack beat you to it.

“it sounds complicated. maybe you could use a little distraction, sometime?” he smirked and you raised an eyebrow. he was a lot bolder than you’d been anticipating.

you looked at johnny who’s tongue was poking his cheek, his eyes laser focused on the ground. you assumed he was trying not to implode, and you were kinda stuck on what to do

“your friends are bold, johnny,” you stated, turning to look at dawson who’s eyes were a little wide

“you’re telling me,” john grumbled, nodding towards the stands “take a seat, if you want. gotta start getting dressed,” you nodded and wandered off, waving to the five of them and trying to make your exit as quickly is possible.

after the practice was over, you’d made your way back over to the dressing room and waited for johnny to walk out.

nico had made his way out first, eyeing you before making his way over.

“you’re dating, aren’t you?” you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to feign innocence

“what do you mean? johnny?” nico grinned, the speed at which you were talking calling you out on your lie

“sorry about jack, he’s.. well, he’s definitely jack,” you giggled, nodding in agreement and looking over at the door as john came out

his eyes went back and forth between you and his captain, and he eventually came towards you and stood as close as humanly possible

“hi, baby,” you murmured, keeping quiet so only nico would hear and leaning your head onto johns shoulder

he gave you and alarmed look and you shook your head. “your captain is very perceptive,” you stated, and john smiled a little.

“cant say the same for his alt,” he mumbled under his breath and you glared at him playfully. he couldn’t really hold it against jack when nobody had known you were his

jack came off strong, but he had no ill intentions.

and, speak of the devil- he’d come out and beelined right for the little trio you’d been standing in.

before he could get over- john looked down at you.

“y/n. do you love me?” you furrowed your eyebrows, nodding

“yeah? wha-“ you were cut off by his lips on yours, one hand grabbing your waist and the other gripping your ass, your body pressed close to his

you let him- his kisses getting deeper and deeper until he tried to poke his tongue into your mouth and you pulled away, his hands staying put

“mh. jesus, johnny,” you blushed, wiping your lips that were red and starting to get swollen

you didn’t really know what else to say- flustered and a little too affected by his possessiveness for your liking

“uh. sorry, man. and sorry, y/n, for-” jack gestured vaguely, chuckling breathily, eyes a little wide at the display he’d just witnessed

“it’s fine. you didn’t know,” you reassured.

“what she said. don’t let it happen again,” johnny warned, grip falling from your ass but sprawling across your lower back, keeping you close to him

#e’s 500 celly! #e’s blurbs! #john marino #john marino x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #new jersey devils

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i love opposites attract au so much 🥹 what would happen if someone (maybe a new teammate or someone who does really know black cat) said something rude about her like maybe about her personality or her shyness? i feel like luca would be ready to sock someone in the nose LOL

he is always so ready to punch someone when they talk shit about her for no reason and after he walks away from the situation he just feels so sad

he wishes people saw her the way he did and that they’d at least try and give her the benefit of the doubt

through my eyes | opposites attract au, lf63

luca had been paired up with seamus and another guy from their class for an assignment, and they’d been sitting in the guys living room talking away for the last hour, assignment be damned

“you guys must get like a fuck ton of girls at parties, right? i mean like, hot girls, too,” the guy had commented, tilting his head so his words served as a question

“eh. sometimes, sure. lucas got a girl though, he’s head up his ass in love with her,” seamus smiled, looking over at luca who gave a small smile, the reminder of you making his heart flutter

“yeah? you got a picture?” the guy chuckled, watching as luca turned his phone screen and showed him the picture of you two he had as his lock screen

you were laughing together, you pretending to open up to bite his shoulder and him just beaming at the camera. it was one of his favourites of the both of you.

“oh. yeah, i think i’ve seen her around. shes pretty weird,” the guy shrugged, going back to seamus and staring to ask about some of his hookups.

seamus shook his head “dude. what the fuck,” he raised an eyebrow, coming to your defence while luca soaked in the comment, already angry.

“what? i’m just saying, man, you can do better,” the guy scrunched his face, confused as to lucas and seamus’ reactions

“she’s beautiful. and she’s quiet, yeah. but she’s not weird. she probably just didn’t fucking like you,” luca but in, eyes cold and pissed towards the guy.

“no, fantilli. she’s weird. she doesn’t talk to anyone and she’s about to fucking bite you in that. weirdo shit,” he vaguely gestured to lucas phone, rolling his eyes.

“you don’t know a thing about her, man. don’t fucking talk about her like that,” luca replied, fist gripping his phone roughly

“whatever. keep fucking your weirdo girlfriend. the rest of the team can have the hot, normal ones,” the guy smirked, clearly just trying to rile up luca and see how far he could take it

“jesus christ- let’s go, luca. grow a fucking sack, asshole,” shea eyed the guy, shoving his and lucas things in their bags and pushing him out the door, trying to get the both of them out of the situation as fast as possible

luca was quiet for a good while, a somber look plastered on his face while they walked back to his and your apartment.

“she’s such a sweet girl. nobody tries to see through her when she’s quiet,” he mumbled, looking over at seamus who was visibly uncomfortable because of everything that was said at their partners place

“don’t pay any mind to him, fants. the team loves her, shy or not,” luca looked down, a small smile forming on his lips

you were still pretty brash with a lot of the team, but they all included you in the group and loved lucas love for you regardless.

the people he actually cared about were all that mattered, no matter how bad he wanted everyone to see you how he did.

#opposites attract au ! #e’s 500 celly! #e’s blurbs! #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #umich hockey

[dmercer91]

ik you just put out be alright with luca- and this idea is kinda similar

but a hughes sister who’s going to be a freshman this year, and she’s feeling lost because all her brothers are scattered. like luke had her at home, but she doesn’t have anybody

my brother wouldn’t admit it until the grave but if i left he’d be sad

i feel like jack, luke and quinn probably kept how much they missed each other pent up and figured reader would do the same and were not expecting how hard it hit her

cause she’s even more alone than they were, and it’s not like it’s her job like it was for j,

home, 4386

“hey, y/n/n! how was your first week? know it’s been busy for me but i miss-“

“lukey,” you sobbed into the phone, hyperventilating and hardly being able to see anything

luke’s eyebrows furrowed on the other side of the phone, stomach dropping with worry.

“y/n? where’s mark, or dyl. anyone home?” you’d grown particularly attached to mark during his and luke’s freshman year, so during the summer it was decided that you’d get mackies old room in the house so that he could watch over you

quinn had lectured him, jack followed his behaviour all summer, corrected things he didn’t like, and luke dug into him for two straight years about how he’d entrusted him with you whenever one of he or one of his brothers weren’t around

“i don’t understand how you all did it,” you blurted, ignoring his question and taking a deep breath, jaw hurting from how hard you’d been clenching it

“are you at home, are you safe?” it was jack, sounding alarmed

“yeah, rowdy,” you whispered, being able to have both of them bringing you a little comfort. you tried to take a few more deep breaths, but it was like your throat was closing

“where are the guys?” luke cut in, restating his earlier question

“i took- i took a bus, to the lake house. i’m sorry, i-. m’ sorry, i needed home, but it’s not.. not home, you’re home,” jack and luke shared a look, concerned for their youngest sister

“miss you so much. how did you- how?? i feel like i’m a chore to the guys, i don’t have anyone, i need you,” they could hardly understand you, your low tone and cries muffling your words nearly beyond comprehension

the boys couldn’t truly answer the question. jack had never been at school. his rookie year was tough, but he wasn’t balancing class, and you and luke were always visiting

on top of that, he’d been anticipating it since he was young

luke had you. you were in michigan with him for the majority of the time, at a nearby high school.

you had hockey, on top of class, and none of them were nearby. visits would probably be limited, cause the all star break was hardly a break for them.

it wasn’t like last season, when you could fly up with luke every once in a while to spend the night and soak up time with jack.

quinn had been calling you every day, notably your most protective brother. you didn’t want to make him feel like his efforts were for nothing, so you didn’t tell him how you were feeling.

“i can barely skate, i’m not producing, i got a d on an assignment from history of mich sports. i’m falling apart without you,” you rushed out, sniffling harshly to try and clear your airways

“i’m so lost,” you finished, your head thudding against the wall you’d been leaning on.

“it’s gonna be okay, y/n/n. i’m gonna call mark, yeah? he’s like a fourth older brother, he’s got you. he’ll come pick you up and j and i are gonna call you every night. quinny can join too, we’ll facetime. he’ll see you next week when he’s in detroit, and the devs will be over there in no time, i promise,” luke soothed, jack silently agreeing

“ok?” you wiped your face, breathing still uneven

“ok,” you whispered,

“i love you, y/n/n.”

“i love you too, moose. n’ i love you, j,”

“love you, mini, get some rest on the way home for me, and call mamma, alright?” you smiled at the nickname, one he’d given you when you guys grew into your playing styles and he deemed you a copycat

you mumbled a promise into the phone and let them hang up, hugging your knees to your chest.

#e’s 500 celly! #e’s blurbs! #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #new jersey devils #vancouver canucks #umich hockey

[dmercer91]

OH MY GOD

adam always talking about blakc cat reader in columbus, and how much he loves his brothers girlfriend

but when he shows their texts or soemthing, (i’m using blakenburg as an example)

nick is like “are you sure she doesn’t hate you?”

and then when they (black cat and luca) actually come down to visit adam, black cat, and luca all cling to eachother in their own special way

he does not shut up about her when he’s in columbus

i picture adam showing nick and kj pictures from his draft day and then he’s like oh!! and look!! she misses me :)

and this is the convo he shows

from, ads ☺︎; you’re coming to ohio w luca, right?

to, ads ☺︎; yes

from, ads ☺︎; im excited to see you

from, ads ☺︎; been too long since i’ve messed with your bangs before a game :)

to, ads ☺︎; lol

from, ads ☺︎; gotta go, miss you

you loved ‘gotta go, miss you’

they’re both like…. she typed a total of 6 letters.

and adams like ok and for you she’d type zero leave me alone abt it

and then you actually get to columbus

unexpected first impressions | opposites attract au, lf63 + platonic!af11

your arms were wrapped around lucas bicep as you walk into the blue jackets practice arena, most of the guys already making their way out of the dressing room

you recognized kent and nick from campus and parties during your freshman year, as well as in the background whenever you’d call adam, and clearly they’d recognized you, because they shared a look of confusion at the way you were wrapped around luca

and then, adam came from the dressing room and you practically teleported into his arms with how quickly you’d walked over.

he smiled, squeezing his arms around you while your head rested on his chest.

“hi, y/n/n,” he murmured, giving an extra squeeze to your waist.

“hi, ads,” you replied, gripping onto his hoodie so he couldn’t pull away from you.

luca came over to the two of you after greeting nick and kent, smiling ear to ear at his two favourite people hugging close.

“can i say hi to my brother, pretty?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair as you hummed in response, inching to the side and leaving room for luca to join the hug.

when you’d turned so that your hug with adam was a side hug, his arm around your shoulders and your head knocked against his, you were met with looks of confusion from the old wolverines

“what’s up with those two?” you mumbled to adam, earning a smile and a laugh from him, but no explanation

nick tilted his head, pointing at you “this is the same girl that replied ‘lol’ to you telling her you missed her and couldn’t wait to see her? not a fucking chance,” your confused look softened into a smile as you realized why they were so put off

“i don’t like texting,” you stated, shrugging your shoulders and turning back into adam, shoving your face into his chest

“ok. she doesn’t like texting. sure, yeah,” kent shook his head to himself, the brothers smiling to themselves.

#e’s 500 celly! #e’s blurbs! #opposites attract au ! #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #adam fantilli #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #umich hockey

[dmercer91]

hey e!!!!!!

i was wondering if you could write something angsty about matthew knies? maybe reader is having a rough time while he’s in toronto and she’s still in Minnesota? or maybe they get into a little argument before a roadie? or whatever angst you’d want to write!

feel free to write it whenever ! love u❤️‍🩹!

mother aryne accidentally fixes everything because she just emanates those vibes

also matty is a complete dickhead in this blurb pls dump your boyfriends if they treat you like this thank you

also, hi!! i love u too 🫶

unbearable emotions, mk23

“i miss you, matty,” you murmured into the phone, a deep sigh coming in through the other end.

“did you even listen to a thing i said,” he sounded angry, and you furrowed your eyebrows, you hadn’t known you’d done something wrong.

“sorry, matt,” your tone was sincere, and you frowned to yourself when he stayed silent. we’re you not allowed to miss him?

“usually when you need to vent about hockey you just want me to listen, i didn’t realize-“ you were cut off by a groan, your heart beating quicker. did he not want the distance anymore? was he finding his out?

“i’m just fucking sick of hearing you complain about it. i’ve got enough going on, y/n, i don’t need to be reminded of how i’m burdening you by having a job,” your lips parted in shock at his words, your original comment coming from sentiment and not disdain.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to come off like that. i was just-“ his voice lapped over yours, so you stopped talking, not wanting to anger him further

“whatever. i’ve gotta go, bye,”

“i love you, matty,” you whispered, the line doing dead without a response from your boyfriend.

tears streamed down your face as soon as you turned your phone off, confusion and shock prominent and your stomach churning from heartache

he never texted the next day, never called, so neither did you. it went on for about a week and a half, and then aryne reached out to you and asked if you wanted tickets to the game at the wild.

you agreed, still wanting to support him despite his recent mood with you.

you sat with aryne and the tavares kids throughout the game, and she’d invited you to come back with her to wait after the game was over

she’d mentioned that matt didn’t know you were there, and that she thought it’d be a nice surprise for him to see you

despite his recent coldness towards you- she claimed that he always spoke about how much he missed you.

he came out of the room with a glum look on his face, even though the team had won.

he turned, saw you, and his face fell even further.

you frowned, but walked over, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your head into his neck.

he stiffened and then quickly returned the favour, hand going to your head and scrunching your hair in the process.

he kept you held close, nose smooshed against your hairline.

“i’m sorry, baby. i’m so sorry,” he whispered, rocking the two of you back and forth and closing his eyes.

“i didn’t deserve that.” you mumbled, looking up at him and tilting his head down, his eyes opening.

“i was having a rough day, and i wanted you to be there, and it sucked being reminded that you weren’t. i was a prick, and m’ sorry,” he confessed, giving you a begging look

“please, can we talk,” he whispered, your heart aching in your chest.

you simply nodded, putting your head back on his chest. you were mad, but for now you just needed to soak in the time you were given with him.

“i love you, y/n/n,” he gave you a squeeze, his cheek pressing to your forehead.

#e’s 500 celly! #e’s blurbs! #matthew knies #matthew knies x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #toronto maple leafs

[dmercer91]

the one idea that won’t leave my head is black cat!reader having a horrible day, and not caring who’s around, she’s laser focused on finding luca, and she just clings to him

and maybe there’s tears involved, maybe there’s not, but either way, she (accidentally) let’s a few of the boys see her for her

the team loves!!!! landen

so much

and they all want to comfort her so bad (the only one that tries is mark. no thoughts, head empty)

after the whole ordeal she and luca are at home and she’s like 😟 they saw me emote

i also realized after reading this that i’ve never given any context as to who the fuck lola is so! lola is landen’s ex girlfriend. they’d initially got the apartment that lan is living in with luca this year together and then landen found out that lola was cheating on her and had never really been wlw to begin with.

lola was bicurious and her friend group had told her to use landen as a test. she’d realized after the first night that she wasn’t actually bi, but continued to drag lan on because landen loves really hard and she would’ve done anything for lola

after the breakup- landen shut down and locked lola out of the apartment with bags of most of her stuff at the front door. the bags were taken and lola never got her stuff back.

lan felt really guilty about it but luca and adam have both told her a million times that it wasn’t her fault, she was upset and if anything the bags being taken was karma

when landen started having luca over at the apartment, they ordered food and lola ended up being their delivery driver. she figured this was her chance to get her things back and when luca opened the door lola got extremely jealous and pretty much refused to believe that landen could be with him

landen took that really personally, cause she honestly has a little bit of an insecurity that she’s not the typical hockey gf and that she’s in over her head

she took the food and slammed the door in lola’s face and she absolutely refuses to speak to her.

she often comes up to lan at parties and on campus to try and tell her off and threaten to sue- which only started after she found out about luca

landens offered to pay her off and luca has even told lola and her boyfriend several times that everything was a complete accident, but they think the worst of landen and refuse to believe it

feeling too hard | opposites attract au, lf63

landen walked into yost with her head down, looking at the shoes she walked by until she saw a pair she knew belonged to someone she’d be comfortable looking at, or talking to

when she saw seamus’, she paused, eventually deciding that if it wasn’t gonna be luca himself, or at least rutger- she was gonna take someone she knew would help.

she looked up, seamus immediately stopping in his tracks at the tears that were welted in her eyes.

“luca. i’m getting luca, one sec, lan,” he rushed, spinning in the direction of the dressing room and going right to lucas cubby

by the time the boys had reached her again, she was sat with her legs crossed on the floor and her head hung. luca kneeled in front of her, her body immediately shifting forward so her head was on his shoulder.

he adjusted, taking her arms and wrapping them around his neck as he sat down, pulling her into his lap and kissing her temple

“what’s wrong, pretty? what happened?” he murmured softly, seamus having left the two of them to talk with some semblance of privacy

“i’m so tired, lu. i didn’t sleep last night cause of my presentation, which went horrible, cause she prof kept cutting me off to tell me to talk louder,” she started, slouched against him in complete exhaustion

“n’ then i worked from 10-6 and everyone was so mean today, it was really busy. someone pushed cudo and then knocked over all his food. a lot of people just kept arguing and i was alone today,” luca frowned to himself, knowing that she’d probably not be so upset had she been the only one affected

she could take a lot on herself- but the minute someone she loves is facing the same feelings she shuts down. everything falls and the stuff she’d already gone through only piled onto her frustrations

cudo was one of her favourite things in the world

“lola came to the store at the end of my shift.” she said, and luca froze. his hand stopped gliding up and down her back and his lips parted in shock.

“i just wanted to be left alone and so i just stood there and let her talk and then i walked away mid conversation and went on auto pilot to get here. i just needed to see you and everything is happening all at once and i don’t-“ she took a deep breath, trying to collect herself before the tears trapped on her waterline started to fall

“i haven’t been this overwhelmed in a long time and i’m feeling too many feelings and i want it all to stop,” she breathed out, sniffling into his shoulder and closing her eyes tight.

luca squeezed her closer, heart aching as he felt her finally start to cry, her body shaking in his arms.

“shh, angel. i’ve got you,” he whispered, holding the back of her head and keeping his lips pressed to her nose, kissing in between his sweet nothings.

he pulled the hat off his head, brushing her bangs back out of her face and putting his hat on her, backwards so that the hair would stay out of her face. he tightened it, fixing his hair slightly

“there, pretty. got your hair out of your face. i can get you something to eat? or i can have shea bring you my sweater,” she just nodded, looking up at him from his shoulder with shiny eyes and a sad look.

“alright, come on,” he helped her up, pressing a kiss to her lips before guiding her over to where they kept all the food, some of the guys that had been eating eyeing them a little.

she grabbed a bottle of water, a fruit cup and a granola bar, looking up at luca to confirm that she was ready to go back out to the hallway.

“i gotta get my gear on, pretty. but i’ll bring you my sweater and you can go sit on the bench. know you get hot, and the sound of our skates might drown out that head of yours’ hm?” she nodded, pulling him down to kiss her lips again

once she’d gotten his sweater, she made her way to the ice and sat cross legged on the bench, opening up her granola bar.

mark was the first one to get out onto the ice, taking a lap and then stopping at the bench.

“do i have to fight anyone? i’ll fight someone.” he joked, giving her a dumb grin as she chewed on her snack and eyed him, unsure.

“god?” his smile widened, and he nodded

“and i’d win,” he winked, taking off for another lap as she looked at her lap, fighting a smile.

#e’s 500 celly! #opposites attract au ! #e’s blurbs! #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #umich hockey #excuse the LONG ASS explanation before the actual blurb LMAO idk how to stfu

[dmercer91]

could u write something ab reader making a surprise party for luke plz :)

luke is both the most and least boyfriend guy i’ve ever seen. like he’s so boyfriend!! but also he’s just really not

surprise! lh43

“your mom and dad will be in town with quinn next weekend, hm? tonight, we can have dinner just us two,” you combed your hand through luke’s curls, arms loosely wrapped around his neck

he hummed, pulling his chin away from its spot on top of your head and tilting your head upward, giving you a soft kiss.

you smiled into it, his hands sliding down to grip your hips and pull you close.

“dinner with my girl sounds perfect,” he smiled against you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“i made reservations, at your favourite. gotta let me get ready,” you kissed his cheek, pulling away from him and immediately getting drawn back in.

“do i get desert?” you bit your lip, looking up at him.

“if you’re lucky,” you stated, pecking him on the lips this time around and finally being able to make your way to the bedroom to get ready.

you texted your confirmation to ellen, who told you she’d confirm with her eldest sons and jim.

when you left, luke was clearly still a little down that he wouldn’t be able to see his family on his birthday- especially the one right before his rookie season.

he held your hand, the other occupied on the steering wheel as you pulled into his favourite restaurant in jersey, one that you’d discovered together during lasts years playoffs.

you came inside with luke trailing behind you, hands still interlocked.

you murmured ‘hughes’ to the host and she smiled, nodding and bringing you over to the room that held the table with ellen, jim, jack and luke.

you turned to face him, a small smile on your face as you watched him take it in.

“surprise!” you giggled, jack and quinn smiling at you and jim and ellen focusing on lukes face, that had softened as he looked at you, a little smirk forming

he stuttered for a moment, until it registered that you’d set it up for his family to be free on his birthday for the dinner, and that you’d wanted to surprise him.

he tugged you into his chest by the hand that was holding yours, squeezing you tight and peppering your temple with kisses.

“i love you,” he whispered into your hairline, rubbing your back quickly before hugging his mom, while you greeted quinn, the trip having been most inconvenient for him- but he did it for luke anyways.

you moved onto jack who had already been in jersey, but who had claimed to be super busy all day doing unspecified super important things. he was usually a horrid liar, and you appreciated that he tried for your little surprise.

then, jim, who was always a serious guy, but who’d made sure to thank you for taking good care of his son.

then ellen- who’d squeezed you tight and cupped your face with another thank you on top of the ones she’s given over text. you’d reached out over a month ago to make sure that she and jim would be able to come up.

you parted form ellen just as luke had been done greeting quinn, the last of his rounds.

you drifted back towards each other while the rest sat back down, hugging once again.

“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, baby,” he murmured, eyes fluttered shut. you only smiled, leaned your head on his chest.

“happy birthday, lukey,”

#e’s 500 celly! #e’s blurbs! #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #new jersey devils

[dmercer91]

the first one of his teammates you really warm up to other than adam is rutger, and he rubs it in everyone’s face

…i made myself sad

black cat reader lingering around rutger because she misses adam

like if she’s not cuddled up to luca, she’s probably lingering in the vicinity of rutger

and she can’t really explain until luca realizes she misses adam (yet again)

i’m so unreasonably excited to talk about rutger in this au because i had a friendship like this that just turned into my favourite person in the world and black cat! reader so needs that

but the reason it does happen to begin with is cause she’s preparing herself for adam to be gone

and she spends much more time with rutger now that he’s gone cause she knew she needed to make herself comfortable around someone and she decided that rutger had the best vibes (she likes that he’s a little dumb (affectionate))

no questions asked | opposites attract, lf63 + platonic! rm2

rutger was taken out of his daydream when you’d poked him in the arm, sitting beside him with your legs crossed, your body facing his shoulder

you’d poked him one time, and he smiled at you, eyes lighting up in a confused but excited way. he pulled his earbuds out of his ears and focused his attention on you, as if he was asking what was up

“hi,” you stated, your hand now back in its spot on your lap, fiddling with the sleeves of your shirt

“hi,” chuckled, turning his whole body so you were facing. you just gave a close lipped smile, not really knowing what to say

he poked you as you did to him when you’d initially come up to him, and that was what confirmed for you that rutger was exactly as you’d read him- a soft character who wasn’t always situationally aware

“you hungry?” he asked, tilting his head. you shrugged and he stood up, holding out his hand for you to take. you gripped his wrist, getting back up onto your feet and following close behind him as he walked out of yost and towards a diner that was on the outskirts of campus

the two of you ate in silence, you giving him a look of disapproval when he took one of the carrot sticks that had come with your chicken fingers and him replying with a silly smile.

once you’d finished up, you stared at him while occasionally sipping on your drink, curiosity finally getting the best of you

“you don’t ask many questions,” you stated, and he looked up from his phone, shrugging.

“will i understand the answers to the questions i have?” you furrowed your eyebrows, fighting a smile as you shook your head at him

he gave a joking wink, turning his phone off and making eye contact.

“adam does that too. just goes with things he knows he’ll never get,” you mumbled, stacking his plate on top of your and organizing the cutlery

“did you like your food?” he switched the subject, brain going in a million different directions now that he wasn’t preoccupied eating

you simply nodded, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked to the door and saw luca and adam- immediately looking over at the two of you

“he texted the team chat asking if anyone had seen you. i think he was about to call the police,” rutger blew his eyes wide and smiled, and you giggled, looking over at luca and sliding over in your booth so he could sit next do you

“ok. so let’s tell me before you go on field trips next time. you were standing right next to me and i look over?? you’re gone” you smile sheepishly, leaning on lucas shoulder

“we were hungry,” you mumbled.

-

almost a year later, you were sat in the same booth with rutger at the diner. adam was in columbus and luca was studying for a final you deemed yourself too much of a distraction

you slapped his hand as he reached over for a carrot stick, and he smiled.

“so protective of your carrots, y/n/n,” he teased, giving you a joking glare and wiping his hands on his pants.

you finished off your carrot and stacked your plates together, then drank the last of your drink.

“i should get back to luca, he wanted movie night,” you explained, moving out of the booth with rutger not far behind you.

you knocked your head into his shoulder as a goodbye and he smiled and waved, following you out but leaving in the other direction.

when you’d gotten home, luca was already on the couch flicking through movies to watch.

“got food with rut?” he asked, opening his arms and kissing your cheek once you’d adjusted in his lap.

you hummed in confirmation and luca smiled, looking up at you.

“what is it about him? some of the guys wanna know why you’ve coined him your lunch buddy,” he ran his fingers through your hair and you shrugged.

“i don’t really know. he feels familiar. i like to stick by him when you’re busy, it just makes me feel less overwhelmed” you murmured, nestling further into luca.

he paused, then nodded

“like you used to do with adam?” you opened your mouth to talk but were short on words

“oh.” you whispered, blinking and hiding your face into him. “i’m sorry,” you continued, not wanting him to feel like you’d replaced his brother

“don’t be, pretty. you can have multiple safe people. it’s not a crime,” he chuckled, kissing your temple and rubbing your back a little to comfort you

“plus- you’ve given rutger bragging rights to the rest of team 101 for the rest of ever, so he’s thrilled,” luca joked, poking your hip

you giggled, looking up at him.

“they all love you, pretty. take your time and you’ll warm up. don’t rush it,” you nodded, head falling back down to his shoulder and hand grasping his

“thank you,”

#opposites attract au ! #e’s 500 celly! #e’s blurbs! #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #rutger mcgroarty #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #umich hockey

[dmercer91]

for opposites attract, black cat!reader is absolutely planning to go down to columbus for adam’s birthday. but she doesn’t mention it to luca, until he brings up planning for it and she mumbles to him“got the tickets a month ago” and he’s so smiley because yeah she doesn’t show a lot all the time, but god does he love her, and how much she cares

oh to have someone accept and understand my cryptic ass love language like luca does for his pretty

they’re so gjdhfksfbsjdg

silent affections | opposites attract au, lf63

you were standing in front of him, back glued to his bare chest while he poked around scrambled eggs in a pan, his free arm locked around your waist.

he peppered a few kisses on your temple as you scrolled through socials, effectively grabbing your attention.

“i was wondering.. i’m going to columbus to see adam for his birthday next month, n’ i know travelings not your favourite, but i think it’d mean a lot to him if you were there,” he kissed your shoulder once he was done talking, and you smiled to yourself

“and i want you to be there, too.. you know? want you everywhere i am, always,” he murmured, tightening his grip around your waist.

you turned in his arms, sliding your phone into your back pocket and looking up at him.

he gave you a hopeful look, and you leaned up, giving him a soft kiss and cupping his jaw. he came back for a few more, nearly burning the eggs due to his distraction

“how’s the tenth at 8:00?” luca furrowed his eyebrows, turning off the burner on your stove.

you giggled, nestling into his neck “got ‘em a few weeks ago,” you mumbled, tracing shapes on his chest and smiling slightly when he moved his head back, staring at you

you looked up at him through your lashes, shy smile prominent on your lips.

“you didn’t have to do that, pretty,” he cooed, running his fingers through you hair, avoiding messing with your bangs.

“you brought me on our trip this summer, s’ my turn. wanted to bring you to see ads,” you explained, messing with the chain around his neck that held his sun ring.

he kissed you once more, savouring it and pulling you impossibly closer to him. he leant his forehead against yours, holding your head

“i love you, my girl. so much,” he mumbled, your cheeks heating up against his.

“i love you too, lu,” you whispered, pecking his lips and then resting your head on his chest, wrapping both arms around his waist loosely

his smile was permanently engraved on his face as he squeezed you back, heart warmed unexplainably

he felt secure with you- like even though you had a tendency to be quiet about your feelings, even though your affection was sometimes sparse and unconventional, he knew you cared for him

he knew you cared for his family as well, especially adam. he knew you cared for his friends and teammates despite them annoying the living hell out of you

he knew that you loved hard, but quietly and he couldn’t, wouldn’t ask for anything different

you were subtle, but you were perfect.

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