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[ christmas in michigan ] l. hughes

day four of malia’s christmas fic marathon

paring : Luke Hughes x jack bsf!reader

summary : (Y/N) is forced to get along with Luke when Jack invites her to the Hughes lake house for Christmas

warning(s) : heavy makeout, some sexual content, some angst

author’s note : i have been wracking my brain to write something for luke and i have been waning to write something angsty for the fic marathon so this is how this came to be. enjoy :)

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The last thing (Y/N) wanted to do was spend Christmas at the lake house because she knew he was going to be there too. Then Jack said that he wanted her there and she can never say no to her best friend.

That's how she ended up sitting on a plane from Newark to Detroit after the Devils game between Jack and Luke. It isn't a very long plane ride but she doesn't like how close Luke is sitting to her. She tries to keep all her attention on Jack and tries to ignore Luke, but sometimes the youngest Hughes makes a comment or two because he can't seem to keep his mouth shut when (Y/N) is around.

It's not that she has something against Luke, but it seems like he does.

When he came to Newark after his Michigan season ended last season, he made his presence very known. Luke would interrupt her and Jack's hangouts or invite himself to things that they were doing. He always had a snarky comment when she was around.

(Y/N) has no idea what she did for Luke to act like this when she's around. She's just his brother's best friend. That's all she's been since Jack was drafted in 2019.

When Luke gets up to use the bathroom, she is relieved that she gets a few moments of peace. Jack decides to disrupt that peace though.

"Can you do me a favor for the next few days?" Jack asks. She knows what's coming but she looks over at her best friend. "Can you try to get along with Luke while we're at the house? I don't like when my best friend and brother fight. Makes me feel like I'm caught in the middle."

"Because you are," she replies. Jack raises his eyebrows with an 'are you kidding me' look on his face. "Fine. You owe me big time. Maybe get your little brother on the same page too. He's the one that has an issue with me. I have nothing against Luke but he has some vendetta against me when I did nothing wrong."

Before Jack can say anything else, Luke sits back down in his aisle seat. "What are we talking about?" he questions as he looks between his older brother and (Y/N).

"Nothing that concerns you," she retorts.

Luke smiles and asks, "Then why did I hear my name come out of your mouth? Miss me that much when I went to pee?"

"In your dreams, Baby Hughes," she replies. (Y/N) knows he hates being called 'Baby Hughes'.

He rolls his eyes and looks at something on his phone. He puts in his AirPods and she feels a sense of peace.

It doesn’t last very long because as soon as the plane lands at a little past one in the morning, Luke practically pushes (Y/N) off the plane.

She can’t wait to go back home to Newark.

Jack slowly drives them to the lake house because of the layer of snow and ice on the ground. (Y/N) fights Luke for the passenger seat and loses. She has to squeeze in the back seat with a bunch of bags and she is not happy at all.

Maybe she does have something against Luke Hughes. It isn’t just because he’s Jack’s annoying younger brother either. Who lets a guest sit in the backseat with three heavily packed bags because the trunk is filled with hockey gear?

Luke. That’s who.

The lake house is dark when Jack, Luke, and (Y/N) pull up. She knows that Jim and Ellen will be getting in later with Quinn since his game just ended a little bit ago. Tonight, it’s just the three of them in this house.

Jack better get his referee shirt out because it’s going to be a long few hours until Quinn, Ellen, and Jim get in.

As predicted, Luke just grabs his things and goes to his room. (Y/N) is stuck with Jack outside in the snow. She sighs and looks at the middle Hughes.

“What is his fucking problem?” (Y/N) mutters under her breath. “He’s ridiculous.”

She pulls her bag out of the car and Jack says, “He does this every time. He grabs his own stuff and leaves us out to dry. Quinn and I don’t like it either but we deal with it.”

With a light sigh, (Y/N) follows Jack into the house. The door closes behind them and the long few days begins.

“So, the guest bedroom is upstairs across from Luke’s room,” Jack tells her. She opens her mouth to object but Jack keeps talking before she gets the chance to. “I’m aware that sucks for you and I’m sorry. I know being here is the last thing you want to do because Luke is here with his stupid vendetta against you but I want my best friend here. If he causes such a problem for you, can you try to ignore him? I don’t want the two of you to fight.”

A frown forms on her face because she can tell how frustrated Jack is getting with the two of them. The last thing she wants is to upset Jack or make him pick sides between his younger brother and best friend.

“I’ll go talk to him when I’m settled, okay?” (Y/N) tells him. “Maybe you can go get food and drinks while I do that just in case a fight breaks out. I don’t want you to get in the middle.”

Jack nods and the frown on her lips is replaced with a smile. (Y/N) walks up the stairs and down the hallway to her temporary bedroom.

A door closes down the hall so she assumes Jack is in his room. Before she can close her door to unpack, she hears Luke’s voice coming from his room. A very curious (Y/N) presses her ear to Luke’s door.

“… what I’m going to do, Rut,” he’s saying when she begins listening in. He probably on the phone and Rutger McGroarty is most likely on the other side of the line. “What am I supposed to do? She has something against me when I want to pin her against something, dude. It's killing me that she's right across the hallway right now and I can't go over there and just fuck her into that mattress.”

Her eyes widen when she realizes that he’s talking about her. Quickly, she retreats across the hall and shuts her door as quietly as she can so she doesn’t alarm Luke to the fact that she heard what he said. She leans against the door with a sigh.

Confusion floods her body. If Luke wants to fuck her then why does he constantly act like she’s this a person when he can just … fuck her? He constantly pushes her away or says something that annoys her.

She isn’t blind. He’s atttactive and she wouldn’t be totally against it. It just never occurred to her that he would want to sleep with her considering the way he acts when she’s around. The way he’d completely cover her since he is so big and she’s so tiny. How he could probably get her to come with just-

A door shutting downstairs brings her out of her head before that thought could get away from her. She blinks a few times when she realizes what she was about to think about. She hears a car pull out of the driveway and watches the lights disappear down the street.

Frustration floods her entire body when she can't understand why Luke keeps acting like this when he feels completely different. She charges across the hallway to get answers.

(Y/N) pounds on Luke’s bedroom door. “Luke Hughes!” she shouts. “Open the door.” She doesn’t care if he’s still on the phone with Rutger.

"I'm on the phone," he calls back.

She pushes open the door and her eyes fall on Luke, who lays on his bed. "You are the most confusing and irritating person I think I have ever met," she spits at him. He looks at her with wide eyes when she bursts into the room. "I mean, why can't you just man up and tell me exactly how you feel instead of treating me like shit whenever you're around me? It's exhausting."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You're not quiet when you talk on the phone," she tells him. "I heard you on the phone with Rutger when I came upstairs to unpack." She watches his jaw drop and eyes practically pop out of his head. "Yeah. I heard what you said to him. Something about how you think I have something against you, when I don't by the way. What else did I hear you say? About how you wish you could've come across the hallway and fucked me into the mattress. Yeah. I think that's what I heard."

Luke quickly hangs up the phone and sits up. "Who said I was talking about you?" he questions.

"I'm the only one across the hallway from you, dumbass," she retorts. She runs her fingers through her hair with a deep sigh as soon begins to get out of bed. "If you want to fuck me, then tell me. Be a big boy and put on your big boy pants and-"

As she talks, Luke stomps over and cuts her off by crashing his lips to her in a rough kiss. His hand is on the back of her neck and his fingers curl into her hair so she doesn't go anywhere.

It's a wet and filthy kiss from the beginning, but it catches her off guard so she has to push herself away from him so she can wrap her head around what just happened. She doesn’t get very far because of his hand on the back of her neck.

Fear flashes in Luke's eyes for a split second, but she is so close that she was able to see it. She feels guilty that she pushed him away like that. “If you didn’t want me to do that, I’m sor-”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” she snaps. She takes a sharp breath. “Just give me a second, okay?”

He nods and loosens his grip in her hair so she can back away if she wants. She doesn’t move though.

She stares up at him and thinks about how bad of an idea this would be. Sleeping with her best friend’s younger brother is a terrible idea, especially when Luke has been nothing but rude and annoying toward her.

That just means that no one will probably know what has happened between them.

(Y/N) licks her bottom lip before she gets on her toes to bring their lips together in another hot kiss. Luke seems surprised by this kiss but he does hesitate in returning it.

Her heart races in her chest. This was the last thing she thought would ever happen between them.

The two of them have been at each other’s throats for years. Now they’re kissing like it’s what they’ve wanted to do the entire time.

Maybe it has been the entire time for Luke. She can’t say that she hasn’t had a thought here or there about getting with the youngest Hughes brother. If anything to break the obvious tension between them.

Before she realizes what she’s doing, (Y/N) grasps at the t-shirt Luke is wearing. She pulls him flush against her body and she feels something poke her upper thigh. A small smile forms on her lips.

“You got a hot dog in your pocket or something?” she asks between kisses.

“Shut up,” Luke snaps. “I don’t carry food in my pocket, you asshole.”

“Then you really must’ve wanted me.”

“You have no idea.”

Those words cause her heart to jump in her chest while Luke leans down and picks her up. He’s nearly a foot taller than her so it can’t be very comfortable for him to kiss her. She wraps her legs around his waist.

She attaches her lips to his jaw and carefully kisses the sensitive skin. “You better not leave a mark,” Luke warns her. “I don’t want to explain to my brothers that you turned into a vampire or something.”

To spite him, (Y/N) softly nips at his jaw. Luke turns and drops her on the mattress. She stares up and finds that his swollen lips and wide does just does something for her.

“Get down here, Hughes,” she tells him. “Need you.”

Almost like he was waiting for her to say that, Luke crawls into the bed and hovers over her. Their lips reattach in a filthy kiss that almost causes her to plead for more.

He pulls away and looks down at her. She finds herself chasing his lips. “You’re okay with this?” Luke asks. “I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you or anything.”

“Luke, if you don’t touch me in the next five seconds, I’m going to get out of your bed and go across the hall to do it myself,” she tells him. “Fuck me like you hate me.”

A sly smirk forms on his face and she knows she’s in for it until Jack gets back.

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Three orgasms in less than two hours had to be some kind of record. Her body still shakes as Luke cleans her up. She’s completely spent.

He definitely fucked her like he hated her. She’s worried that she might not be able to walk in the morning. The only reason there wasn’t a fourth orgasm was because she heard Jack pull into the driveway.

“If you need to stay for a few minutes, you can,” Luke tells her. “I can go distract Jack until you leave.”

She nods and Luke begins to get dressed. He throws on the clothes he wore when he got here. Her eyes stay on him for a second before she says, “We need to talk about this, Luke. I don’t want this to turn into a fight that we can’t get past.”

Luke looks over as she sits up and secures the blankets under her arms. The tension has broken between them and she doesn’t want something to form after this.

He comes over to her side of the bed that she’s occupying. It catches her very off guard when he leans down and presses a soft yet chaste kiss to her already swollen lips. She raises her eyebrows and looks up at him. She probably looks very confused.

“Hope that explains how I feel,” he tells her as he stands back up. “We’ll talk about it, but right now you need to get across the hall before Jack catches you naked in my bed. I’m not sure I’m ready to explain this to him. I’m sure you aren’t either.”

She shakes her head. “Come across the hall tonight,” she suggests. “We can talk then, yeah?”

Luke smiles and nods before he leaves her alone. There are footsteps on the stairs and voices coming from the living room. (Y/N) sighs and falls back against the pillow that’s under her head.

It would be a lie if she thought that Luke didn’t rock her entire world for the last two hours. He absolutely did, and she wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again. Maybe not as rough next time.

Very slowly, (Y/N) begins to get dressed. She’s shaky on her legs but she manages to get her clothes in without falling over.

Much to her luck, Jack and Luke are walking down the hallway when she leaves Luke’s room. Jack freezes when he sees her. She forces a smile as she looks between the two Hughes boys. “Hi.”

Jack looks up at his brother. “You hurt her and I will send Nico after you,” he tells Luke. “I swear to God, Luke.”

Her eyes widen and a smile forms on Luke’s lips. Jack definitely put two and two together because of how red Luke’s lips are and the fact that she is walking out of Luke’s room.

Walking is a stretch though. Limping is more like it.

“I’ll never hurt her,” Luke replies. “Again.” He looks at a nervous (Y/N) standing in front of Luke’s room. “I’d kick myself if I ever hurt her.”

The nervousness she was feeling melts away and she smiles.

Christmas in Michigan no longer sounds like the worst thing in the world.

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the moon & its stars | luke hughes

summary: luke “knows a spot” hughes

a/n: i’m so so so so soft for luke right, it’s not even funny. also im sorry if this is inaccurate, i don’t know the geography of new jersey and i don’t want to look it up

The car ride was bumpy and long. And you were getting frustrated.

Your night began early, since the Devils had a couple days off from their normal activities. Luke and yourself had every intention of staying cooped up in his apartment, wrapped in blankets..or the more appealing option: each other.

However, this didn’t last long as Jack bursted through the door with some of the guys claiming that he had called dibs on the apartment for the night. Luke tried his best to reason, more like argue, with Jack, but to no avail. Instead of sticking around the loud environment, Luke simply grabbed your hand and his keys and walked the both of you to his car.

“Where are we going, Lukey?” Your voice echoed through the empty parking garage.

“Don’t worry, I know a spot.”

You rolled your eyes at his response, “Luke, I’m serious. This is kidnapping.”

He turned to face you as he stood by the black car, “I can’t kidnap you if you’re not a kid, angel.”

“Then this is abduction.” You huffed.

Luke just smiled before placing a kiss on your cheek and ushering you inside the car.

❥.

Soft country music lulled in the background as Luke’s hand rested on your thigh comfortably. You watched as the buildings of Newark got smaller, your brows furrowed. Looking at the clock, you noticed you had been driving for at least an hour.

Breaking the peaceful atmosphere, you try to wear down Luke’s resolve.

“Lukey, can you please tell me where we are going. We are completely out of the city at this point.”

Luke laughed, squeezing your thigh lightly, “I promise we’re almost there, angel. Just a few more minutes.”

You groaned, going back to looking out of your window.

Another few minutes passed before Luke pulled up to an empty clearing. You looked around suspiciously.

“Oh my god, you actually fucking abducted me.”

Luke let out a breath, “Would you stop with that, woman. Get out of the car.”

You have him a dumbfounded look, “Out there?” You gestured towards the unknown territory, “I’ll die.”

“Oh for heavens sake, y/n. Come on.” Luke took it upon himself to open your door and help guide you into the outdoors. He walked over to the back of the car and popped open his trunk.

“I found this place one night with Nemo and Holtzy. We were bored and just started driving around. It was actually sort of traumatic.”

He grabbed a red and white blanket out of the car, “Holtz had google maps pulled up, but somehow got it turned around and going the wrong way. Next thing we know my tires’ blown out and we had to pull over here.”

You helped close the car door as you followed him further into the clearing, “How come you’ve never told me this story?”

He shrugged, “Don’t know, I guess I wanted to surprise you one day.”

You smiled at his confession. Even the little things he does is enough to make your insides all warm.

Luke continued a for a short while, before laying the blanket down and plopping himself right on top. He looked up at you expectingly, patting the spot next to him.

“C’mon, angel. I won’t bite.” He smirked at you.

“That,” You laid out next to him, “Is a lie. You have bit me before.”

Luke shrugged once more, brushing off your statement, “The past is the past, baby. Let’s focus on the present.”

“I genuinely dislike you.”

Luke gave you a cheeky smile in return.

He moved to lie on his back, gently pulling your body to lie on-top of him. You snuggled closer to his warmth, taking in the sound of his steady heartbeat and the smell of his cologne.

You closed your eyes for a moment, before you felt Luke’s nose nudge into your hair.

“Hmm?” You hummed out to him.

“Look up at the sky, angel.”

Peeking your eyes open, you looked up. You felt your breath disappear as millions of stars shone back at you in their blazing glory. It was very rare to see a sky full of brightness like this back in the city. You wished you could take a picture, to be able to frame this moment forever. But you knew nothing could bet do it justice.

You were speechless. Nothing you could say or do would be able to show how happy you were in the moment.

“You’re my moon, ya know?” Luke’s voice came out in a hushed whisper, “Something that brings light to the darkness. And helps guide me through the night.”

You sat up as he continued talking.

“I always feel connected to you when I look at the moon. Even when we are apart. Sometimes when I’m back in Michigan, I’ll look up at the moon when I miss you.”

Your chest clenched at his vulnerability. You don’t think you could ever love someone as much as you loved the boy in front of you.

“If i’m your moon, then you’re my stars.” You smiled at him, “Because one is never without the other.”

Luke felt his throat tighten with emotion, quickly pulling your face down to his. The both of you remained there until early into the morning, relishing in each other and the night sky.

The drive home was soft and warm, the glow of the early sun kissing your face. What the night brought had been changing for you and Luke, feeling closer to each other than you ever thought possible.

But, after-all, the moon is never without its stars.

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seat-safety-switch · 8 months

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Boats: are they cars? New evidence suggests that they do contain gas-guzzling, emissions-spewing engines, of a horsepower unnecessary to accomplish daily transportation tasks. I'm Bob Newsgiver, thank you for sharing your evening with us tonight.

Our investigation begins in Newark. Here, we see a small "boat house," which is where these degenerate ocean-going perverts prepare their ramshackle vehicles. Once considered a middle finger into the face of God, the collapse of Western civilization and morals has caused an explosion in the number of people who have considered, experimented with, or are actively involved in the alternative lifestyle known as boating.

In case you're unfamiliar with the trend, "sailors," as they call themselves, place a boat into the water and then get inside it. Through this method, they can travel on the face of the Earth and even visit other countries. This is the historical purpose of boats, laid down in oral tradition by books. Those books, I should point out, are coincidentally written by boat operators. Our studies show that ninety-nine percent of boats actually return to their parking lot – incorrectly spelled "dock" by the illiterate psychopaths who helm these death machines – at the end of the day. The remaining one percent sink in an avoidable whale collision.

Keep an eye on your children tonight, as the ocean-going conspiracy threatens to corrupt the morals you strive to teach them. Our investigation found dozens of boat-themed toys at a local toy store. The proprietor refused to talk to us on camera, but the cops had their stun guns ready when he tried to flee.

To get close to the wave-riding radicals and discover their plans for our government and land-loving way of life, our team went undercover, donning disguises. In order to blend in, our cameraman even had to obscure his camera under a pile of unpaid bills for rope. Even our hardened veteran investigative reporters were shocked by the depth and breadth of the depravity on offered inside their so-called "marinas."

Some sailors will even engage in ocean-going congress with hundreds of others, by riding an enormous boat in a hedonistic display of consumption and excess known as "a cruise." Your reporter was not able to gain access to one of these, after they spotted him trying to leave the marina parking lot with a base-model Honda Accord instead of a financed BMW that is four to five months behind on payments. The investigation will continue.

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iww-gnv · 2 months

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Thousands of rideshare app drivers are going on strike on Valentine’s Day across 10 U.S. cities to protest low wages and poor safety standards, alongside expressing their concerns about job security. Uber, Lyft, Doordash and other drivers will not be offering rides to or from the airport in Austin, Chicago, Hartford, Miami, Newark, Orlando, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, Rhode Island, and Tampa, Fla. on Feb. 14. Justice for App Workers, the union representing more than 130,000 rideshare drivers and delivery workers, said drivers will be striking all day. “Uber and Lyft pay rideshare drivers poverty wages so low they’re below the minimum wage in some states, forcing drivers to work up to 60-80 hours a week in mobile-sweatshop conditions just to be able to pay their bills,” the union said in a statement to TIME. “Drivers are striking to transform our industry, and to upend Uber and Lyft’s systems of exploitation to create instead a more just future, where our labor and humanity are treated with dignity.” Drivers at these companies are independent contractors, not employees. That designation means that drivers do not get the same legal protections other full-time employees do under federal labor law.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months

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Rainy Day

MJF X Fem Reader

Summary: Max forgets to pick you up after work, leaving you stranded in the rain

Word count: 547

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I fucked up, this time I really fucked up and I wasn’t sure if Y/n would forgive me for this one. Y/n and I have been dating for a few months now and I really do think that she might be the one, that is if we are still together after this. I’ll admit I’m not the best boyfriend, never have probably never will. I never really did relationships, for me it was a waste of time, that was until I met Y/n. She was a rey of sunshine, radiating positive energy. Everyone loved her, she was gorgeous, kind, and would do anything for anyone. Maybe that’s why I fell in love with her, I will never quite understand what she saw in me.

Currently it is a miserable rainy day in Newark, a typical November day. I was sitting at home when I got a call from a very angry Y/n, I may or may not have forgotten to pick her up from work. She called me claiming that she has been standing in the rain for the past 15 minutes and that I wasn’t there yet. So I got in the car and sprinted to go get her. When I finally got there I was greeted by a poor miserable wet and cold Y/n. Her hair was all wet and her mascara had smudged under her eyes. A part of me felt bad but to be honest it was funny.

“Your late” Y/n said angrily as she entered through the passenger seat

“I know I’m sorry” I told her, holding my hands up to surrender

“I have been waiting 30 minutes Max, if you weren't coming you should have told me. I could have taken the subway or something”

“Ew, no. The subway is filled with poors” Why would someone ever want to take the subway

“I’m really mad at you Max” Y/n told me “Do you even know how cold it is? I’m pretty sure it’s going to snow tonight. I’m going to get sick now because of you”

“I said I’m sorry alright I forgot!!!” I know I’m not the best boyfriend but I’m trying to be better. Y/n has made me a better person, though I still need to improve.

The rest of the car ride was silent, the only sound coming from the cars passing and people walking on the street.Though it was a comfortable quiet, soon enough we entered the driveway, sitting for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to exit the warm car.

Y/n was first to break the silence. “My Hair!!!” She yelled when she finally saw her reflection in the car mirror. I couldn't help but laugh. “THIS IS NOT FUNNY MAX! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT LOOK ME TO STRAIGHTEN!” Y/n yelled, referring to her natural curls that popped out. She was mad I knew that, I was nervous she would end things after all the mistakes I kept making.

“How about this, I’ll make you a nice hot bubble bath with your favourite bath salts and candles. In exchange for you not to put a pillow over my head in my sleep” Sure this peace offering would do the thing. Nothing. “I’ll open a nice bottle of champagne and we can order your favourite pizza place?!” Nothing “I’ll pay for you to get your hair re-done?” Please work

“Deal”

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ladylooch · 1 year

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hi babe!!!! could you possibly do one where the readers being really towards nico? maybe while they’re out with friends or in public or something? she’s just trying to love on him 🥹 or nicos being clingy towards her!!! 🥹💗 thank you sooo much!!! your fics are the most adorable things ever

A/N: Okay, I went back and read your request after I wrote this and was like… TBH, I read this a little different than you wrote. Mostly just the publicness of it. But I think it’s sweet and fluffy and hits the notes you were going for. Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: smut if you squint LOL. I actually think I wrote something without swearing. WHERE IS MY GOLD STAR!?

It’s late when you return to Newark from your Devils girl’s trip out to the West Coast. You were supposed to be back, in Nico’s arms, hours ago. You can’t help but feel grumpy about that while saying goodbye to the pack of WAGs. Everyone is splitting off in different directions whether catching a ride from their significant others, heading to the bathroom, or grabbing a cab together to the same neighborhood. Nico is waiting for you. He already texted you that he was by the Dunkin’ just outside of baggage claim.

When you come down the escalator, you grin at him slumped forward on a bench, arms resting on his large thighs, hat hanging low. The airport is pretty much closed for the night so he stands out. Honestly, he’s so gorgeous he would even if it was bustling. His AirPods are in and you can see his mouth moving. A quick check of your Apple Watch makes you gather he’s likely talking to his parents. No one else is awake right now if they don’t have to be.

“Ich muss gehen. Dich lieben.” He says, standing as you approach. His lips pull into an excited grin. “Baby!” He greets, leaning down to press a long, welcoming kiss against your mouth. His hands wind around your waist, lifting you off your feet and into his chest. “Mmm, I missed you.”

“Hi Neeks.” You muse, placing loving kisses on his lips, soaking up his warmth. His brown eyes glitter, only caring to focus on your face.

“You look good. Relaxed.” He notes, setting you back down.

“I feel relaxed.. minus all the travel trouble.” It all seems like minor inconveniences now that you can feel Nico’s hand slipping into yours. He takes the handle on your rolling suitcase so your only job is to walk next to him to the car.

“Yeah that sucked. I was getting frustrated for you.” He shakes his head. “I mean six extra hours at the airport? Woof.”

“Yeah I had a nice buzz going by the time we got on the plane. I even slept for a couple hours.”

“Wow! Practicing for Switzerland this off season, yeah?” You laugh, nodding. You are so looking forward to that with him.

Nico places your suitcase in his car and soon you are on your way back to your apartment. Nico’s fingers slide into yours, bringing your hand to his mouth.

“I missed you so much, babe.” He whispers against your skin.

“Missed you too.” You murmur back to him, turning to watch him while he drives. His face has a bit of stubble and his hair is hidden by a black baseball cap. He chews on his bottom lip, watching the traffic in front of you. He sneaks a few peeks of you every so often, grinning each time your eyes meet.

“Tell me everything. What is the hot goss? Is there pipping hot tea?” You know he is making fun of you. But you missed him so much, you’ll let it slide.

The rest of the ride home is spent chatting about the trip and the various activities and events we participated in. Most of them included indulgence on food and wine. The Airbnb was incredible with so many rooms and spaces to hang out. Plus, a really beautiful, secluded pool and hot tub area.

“So basically, you missed me when you were sleeping?” He jokes, placing a hand on your lower back as he unlocks the door to your apartment.

“Yes, and when I was super, wine drunk.”

His laugh electrifies your body.

“Yeah I remember that FaceTime call.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. You cringe, red filling your cheeks at the awful strip tease you gave him.

“I’m hungry. Do we have any food here?” You ask as he wheels your suitcase down to your room.

“Uh… No.” His airy laughter flows down the hall. Nico is not the grocery shopper in this relationship.

“Okay.” You take a peek in the fridge and then the pantry, finding enough ingredients to make Kraft Mac and Cheese. You put water in the pot, letting it come to a boil.

“You gonna share that with me?” He asks, gliding his hands around your body to rest against your stomach. His back warms you through your shirt as he kisses all along your covered shoulders. His hands begin to travel. First to your hips, then down your thighs and back up. His touch has electricity buzzing in your body.

“Babe, I need a little space.” You mutter after testing a noodle and finding it ready.

“No.” He sighs into your back, nuzzling his nose there.

“You’re going to get a monster if you don’t let me eat.” You warn lightly. Nico knows you’re a completely different person when you’re hungry and steps aside so you can separate the noodles and boiling water. His hands are back on you when you return to the stove top. Nico helps by putting in the butter while you measure the milk out. He cringes as you shake the cheese pack in.

“It’s a disgrace to call that cheese.”

“Probably, but it gets the job done.” You stir it all together, mouth watering at the sight and smell of the cheesy, nostalgic goodness. You dish yourself up a bowl and Nico who says he wants to at least try it before calling it trash to your face.

“Okay, this kinda slaps tho?” He says it questioningly, thick eyebrows drawing together in confusion, slowly chewing his first bite.

“It’s the best. I don’t know how it works, but it hits different as an adult.” Nico devours his bowl, then slides you across the couch to finish your bowl resting against his chest. He flicks the TV on, putting on The Kardashians. You look over your shoulder at him.

“Wow….” You trail off, pausing to take another bite of mac and cheese. You run your tongue along the front of your teeth. “It’s almost like you want something from me tonight.”

“Dying for it. Literally.”

“I’d say your chances are about 90%.”

“Okay… I like those odds. But, how do I get to 100%?”

“Hm.” You contemplate, pushing some more noodles around your bowl. “I think I need a massage.” Nico sits up, eager to please. His hands come to your shoulders, immediately rubbing the tense muscles. “And maybe let your hands wander a bit.” You shrug as you delicately chew another bite of food. “And I think I need ice cream after this.”

“So many things.” Nico groans. “You know I can bring my chances to 100% by myself, right?”

“How so?” You ask, scooping up another bite. It pauses right before your mouth when he pulls you back flush with his body and begins to bite gently all along your collar bone. You look down at the remaining golden noodles and say goodbye.

Suddenly, you have better things to put in your mouth.

#Nico hischier #nico hischier fic #nico hischier x reader #hockey writing #NHL fan fiction #my writing #writing request #New Jersey devils #nj devils

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celestial-choc0late · 8 months

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A pony I’d like to ride

#ateez #Mingi #ateez mingi #mingi smut #ateez smut

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20th-century-railroading · 3 months

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Wayback Wednesday

Conrail EMD SD45 6158 rides the Northeast Corridor near Waverly 5. 6158 was built for the Pennsylvania Railroad in January of 1967 and later inherited by Penn Central on February 1, 1968. Next stop was Conrail on April 1, 1976.

Newark, New Jersey February 1979

#cr #conrail #pc #penn central #1979 #trains #freight train #history #newark #new jersey

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Thousands of U.S. ride-hailing workers plan to park their cars and picket at major U.S. airports Wednesday in what organizers say is their largest strike yet in a drive for better pay and benefits.

That included a group of drivers protesting at Newark Airport where they were demanding more protections amid a rise in violence against rideshare drivers.

Uber and Lyft drivers also planned daylong strikes in Chicago; Philadelphia; Pittsburgh; Miami; Orlando and Tampa, Florida; Hartford, Connecticut; Austin, Texas; and Providence, Rhode Island

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I don't think you're right for him (Hey) think of what it might've been

You can read the previous parts of this series here.

Relationships weren’t your thing. They never really were. You had been married once, when you were young and dumb enough to believe the promises that people made to you. It lasted for three years before you ended it and cut him loose. Two years after that came the double whammy of a life-saving hysterectomy and the MS diagnosis. You were helping another professional when you came off the horse and the rail splintered, impaling you in the abdomen. The hysterectomy saved your life but it also opened the door for them to run more tests when they saw a shadow on your spine from one of the scans to look at the internal damage caused by the rail.

The nurses had tiptoed around you, fearing weeping and wailing over the loss of not being able to have children. But you had never wanted them to begin with. You certainly didn’t want them when you were with your ex. As a single woman trying to make it in a man’s business, you didn’t want the complication that a baby would bring. And now with the monster of MS staring down at you, a pregnancy would bring about too much of a strain on your body. Not to mention the possibility of passing it along to your child.

You tell Filip this, with the orange dawn light peeking through the lace curtains of the hotel room in Ireland and his fingertips trailing over the raised scar on your abdomen. He’s the first man that you’ve told about the surgery, about how your diagnosis came about. This, laying in his bed, with his hands still on your skin, while you tell the story of the worst day of your life, and it’s far more intimate than anything else that has happened in the bed.

You can’t just walk away from him now. This is not a one night stand where you both go back to your lives as if nothing significant has happened. There are signs, little tells that occur when reality starts bleeding back into your world that he feels the same effect. Bags need to be packed, flights need to be caught. Business as usual. Except it isn’t. He carries your bag downstairs for you, gets you both coffee while you wait for the cab to take you to the airport and yours is fixed exactly the way you like it. You sit close together in the backseat of the cab, hands entwined so naturally you didn’t even realize it until you arrived at the airport.

You’re not a touchy-feely type person. You used to be though. As a child, you felt everything, the entire range of emotions. You felt connections to people, animals, the earth itself. That’s what drew you to the horses, you felt like you spoke the same language. But then people started to demand things from you when you became a teenager. They wanted that connection you had to the horses, they wanted your riding talent. And when your body changed, they wanted that too. Alcohol and drugs dulled the feelings of being used so that you could enjoy the horses. No one could touch you when you were on the back of a horse so that’s what you lived for. But as you sit next to Filip on the flight from Belfast to Newark, you wonder what it would be like to live for something else.

Someone else.

You study his profile on the flight, your thumb absently dragging over one of the bulky rings on his hand. The sweep of his iron gray hair, tucked behind his ear. The straight line of his nose, the deeply etched scar across his cheek. You know he’s smiling when a dimple appears and you quickly avert your eyes in slight embarrassment.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you respond, continuing with your fiddling with the ring.

“Uh huh,” comes the disbelieving response. “You haven’t said hardly a word all morning. Normally, you can’t stay quiet. Something’s going on inside that head of yours.”

This is the part when you would disappear, slink away to get lost on the dance floor or go to another club and get tangled up with someone else. But you’re stuck on a plane, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, and there’s no place to hide. Maybe that’s a good thing though, not having an escape route this time. You have to face this, face him. Because out of all the one night stands and possible suitors, Filip Telford was worth taking this chance.

You’re not able to find the proper words, or any words to address his observation until you’re both sitting in an airport bar waiting for your flight to LAX. You’re on your second martini when you blurt out the truth of the matter in the most simplest terms you can manage.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

His dark eyes scan your face, looking for any clues as to what you’re talking about. The comment he had made about you being quiet had happened three hours ago so confusion over your statement isn’t unexpected. “Don’t know what you’re doing with what?”

“This. Us.” You rub a hand over your face. “Relationships.”

“Ah.”

You hear the defeat in his voice, realize there’s some untold story behind the disappointment, that you’re not the only one with baggage. You have no idea what to say because you have no idea what has happened to him to make him jump to the worst interpretation of your statement. You brush your fingertips over his knuckles. “Filip, listen…”

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“I can’t do this anymore.”

He had heard the music, some R&B shit that Althea plays whenever she’s in the trenches of self pity and doubt. The scent of weed came after he opened the door to her apartment. It was going to be one of those nights. And he’s tired. So bone weary exhausted that he doesn’t have it in him to play this game. But he has to say something. They can’t stare down each other until the other blinks. It’s best to give her the floor, let her rant and see where they end up afterwards.That’s the dance they step to, that’s what’s so tiring.“What?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking. Jesus, I’m an idiot. It’s not you, Filip.”

The side of his mouth quirks up in a disbelieving grin. The old “it’s not you, it’s me.” He would have hoped she was a bit more creative than that. Maybe she’s tired too.

“I always put myself in these situations where, that just can’t go anywhere. I just seek out shit that I know is going to crash and burn. I’m sorry, I should have never let this happen.”

No, he shouldn’t have let this happen. Certainly not for this long. The cop and the criminal. Only one of them is going to win at the end of the day. If she loses, she’ll be dead. If he loses, he’ll be incarcerated. There are no happy endings in sight for either of them and the old feelings of failing in a relationship, failing someone, start to rise in his chest. He’s twenty-two and leaving Ireland, leaving a wife and sweet faced baby girl all over again. So much for waiting over twenty years and trying it again. Failure was his destiny.

He took the joint from Althea, inhaled a couple deep breaths, and blew it out in a long stream of smoke. “Okay.”

He stood up and grabbed his kutte, pulling it back on. He heard Althea get up from her crouched position on the floor. “That’s it? ‘Okay?’”

He sighed and raised his eyes to the ceiling. “What do you want from me, Althea?”

What does anyone want from him? God, he was so fucking tired.

That tiredness settles like a familiar weight on his shoulders. He knows what’s coming next. Last night was fun but…This was just an international fling…you understand, right?

“Filip!”

Your fingers are still tapping on his hand and he slips it out of your reach, picking up his scotch glass. “Aye, I heard you.”

“I don’t think you did.”

He glances over at you, sees that smart ass slight twist of your lips. He’s struck with just how beautiful you really are. And how that doesn’t matter anymore. “Then what is it?”

“I’m trying to tell you I’m shit at being in a relationship. But,” you take a deep breath, “but I want to try. With you. If you want.”

He feels some of the weight start to lift. This isn’t a “go separate ways” speech. This isn’t a “it’s not you, it’s me” excuse. You want the opposite. You want to continue this back in Charming. And the hope that blossoms in his chest forces him to tamper down the relieved smile that wants to appear. Instead, he tones it down to a half grin and takes a sip of his scotch. “You really are shit at this.”

You huff in annoyance but there’s no real edge to it. “You’re not much better, are you now?”

Maybe this is how it’s supposed to work, this open acknowledgement of not knowing what to do and moving forward anyway. Maybe he’s not giving the two of you enough credit. He finishes the scotch before laying his hand over yours. The tattoo on your wrist is peeking out from the cuff of your cardigan and he traces it with the pad of his thumb. He asks the same question he posed to Althea that night, the night he should have continued to walk back out the door.

“What do you want from me?”

Your hand turns as you slip your fingers between his, you go back to playing with the heavy silver of his rings. “Just you, whatever you’re willing to give.”

#chibs telford x you #chibs telford x reader #filip chibs telford x reader #filip chibs telford x you #chibs telford fic #filip chibs telford fic

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NJ Transit 40th Anniversary Weekend Extravaganza!

Pay your engineers and give them a contract.

Okay, now that that's out of the way...

This weekend I got to spend some time with my dad aboard NJT's 40th Anniversary Express, a special train they put together in conjunction with the United Railroad Historical Society of New Jersey to commemorate 40 years of NJT's rail service. Normally I'd have just been content to watch, but they hooked me with a GG1 reference so naturally I had to go because I will do anything for a GG1.

The URHS of NJ loaned the Hickory Creek out for the event, along with a few other passenger cars they own. It was weird to see it at Penn Station instead of in Grand Central Terminal, but they still rolled out the red carpet for it as if it was attached to the 20th Century Limited. (This is where we get the phrase "red carpet treatment" from, by the way. It has nothing to do with Hollywood and everything to do with one crack passenger express train.)

I did not ride in the Hickory Creek itself because I do not have that sort of money, but Dad and I were in the Tavern Lounge No. 43, another New York Central car. It was a lovely ride.

The highlight of the trip was in South Amboy. Historically, electrification of the North Jersey Coast Line ended here. Today, it ends in Long Branch. Here's where the GG1s come in. There would be an engine change at South Amboy. The GG1s, electric locomotives, would be switched out for other locomotives to go further south. It was steam at first, and sadly became diesel later. Yesterday, they recreated this engine switch for us, complete with an NJT heritage unit painted to look like a GG1. This is the closest I'll likely get to seeing one running within my lifetime, so I'll cherish it.

The engine change. NJT 4636 stood in for my beloved GG1s, and two of the first locomotives built for NJ Transit, a pair of F40-PH2s (4119 and 4120), took over. You rarely see the latter in passenger service these days because they usually pull work trains, but they're the last two members of their class in NJT service.

Much to everyone's delight, we got to watch some brakeman work in action, because they manually flipped the switches. Note the heavy-duty gloves the conductor is wearing for this purpose.

It takes quite a bit of setup...

All clear!

Once the locomotives were swapped, we all boarded again and went on down to Bay Head. Since it was cold and rainy out, a few of us had some hot chocolate, which hit the spot and was incredibly wonderful.

Eventually, we made it to Bay Head. This is how I found out the president of NJ Transit was on the train with us, because the NJT engineers are ready to strike because there's no contract right now, and a group of them were protesting down at Bay Head because they knew he'd have to see them. Excellent move.

At Bay Head, we got to go around the loop in Bay Head Yard, something passengers don't normally get to do.

So we had views that most people don't get to have, and that was really cool.

At Bay Head, they fed us and gave us NJT swag. There were also some vintage buses from Public Service there, which was great because nobody stopped me from getting into the driver's seat of them.

My right hand is on the gearshift in this photo - it was huge and came out of the floor. Neither bus had power steering - that's a relatively new feature in motor vehicles.

I can and will attempt to drive anything.

Back to trains - after lunch, everyone got back aboard and the 40th Anniversary Express made its way back up north to Newark Penn Station. Whilst we were at Newark, we were allowed to get out and take some photos, so I investigated the staff car and was delighted to see that it had a conference table with a PRR K4 pictured above it.

You know me, I love my 4-6-2 Pacifics.

Eventually, the train came into Hoboken Terminal, and that was the end of day one.

Today, the entire heritage fleet was on display at Hoboken Terminal, so I made my way back for more photos.

I love GG1s and wanted to thank my new friend for giving me the opportunity to come so close to that experience yesterday.

4101 and 4109 are the surviving sisters of NJT 4100, a locomotive I'm rather attached to. It was nice to get good photos of them instead of the ones I usually have to snap through the window when I'm actually out on the rails!

Erie-Lackawanna 3372 is a labor of love for the URHS of NJ. They've done a beautiful job restoring her so far, but there's still a lot of work left to do.

The thing that really did me in was this old Pennsy diesel here, an E8A numbered 5711. She's in incredible condition for something built in 1952, and they had a cast of an old Penn Station eagle next to her, too, just to break my heart into a million pieces because I'll never be over what happened to Penn Station.

In all, I had an amazing weekend, and NJT and the URHS of NJ knocked it out of the park with this. It was just wonderful to be surrounded by other railfans for a couple of days.

Some other highlights:

Talked about trains the entire ride with the folks in our car. At one point we all got to sharing cat photos. An older couple had a cat named Lake, short for Lake Shore Limited. I cannot tell you how much that delighted me.

I love being around other railfans. It's one of the rare places I can be myself, since there's inevitably going to be a lot of other autistic people there besides me so I don't have to mask. I cannot even begin to articulate what it means to me to be in a place where I don't have to mask.

The hobby has actually changed a lot since I was a little kid - and in a good way. I wasn't the only woman there, for one. I was still greatly outnumbered gender-wise, but there are a lot more women in the hobby now, and it's also a lot more racially diverse than it was back then. Additionally, I saw a LOT of young people - it's going strong! It doesn't feel like it's being gatekept by the old white men anymore. It's really wonderful. Trains are for everyone. They always were, but now you can visibly see it.

When we were on the platform at South Amboy getting set up to take photos, someone yelled "Everybody smile!" behind me and I nearly died. Because, you know:

Whoever you are, give me your phone number.

As a final addendum, of course I brought them with me, as per usual when I go out to do railroading stuff. Here they are seated in Tavern Lounge 43!

This was just an absolute banger of a weekend and I hope more events like this happen because it's so fun to engage with history hands-on and see other people who care about it as much as you do. It's the best! Perfect!

#I like trains #NJT #NJ Transit #New Jersey Transit #also tangentially #Pokemon #Submas

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