#nolan patrick fluff

[unluckyhoneybee]

You are so mean (Nolan Patrick)

You were mean, but he loved that. Angst+fluff

Note: Mean!Reader. the friends are oc. It's long, it wasn't on my plans but I got carried away.

Warnings: I don't know if there is any, just tell me if you find something.

Nolan opened the door and was greeted by a loud and already drunk Mark. He hugged him and patted his back repeatedly.

"Happy birthday, dude" He told his friend.

"Thank you, man. Where is my gift?"

Nolan rolled his eyes and lifted the beers he had bought. "Only for you. Homemade by some old man"

"You know me"

Nolan walked in and said hi to the others or at least the people he knew. He then walked to the kitchen to grab something to drink. That's the first time he saw you. You were talking so Elsa and Marie. He frowned because he had never seen you around. Or had he? You looked so familiar.

"YN" Georgie simply said. "She was with us in school, then left. She is back in the town now"

It clicked. "She? YN? Didn't she punch you once?"

"Twice"

Nolan laughed and George elbowed him.

"And how has she been? Like, what has she done?"

"Good luck with that"

"What do you mean?"

"To talk to her is harder than to talk to you"

Nolan rolled his eyes but turned to look at her. She was laughing. She seemed nice.

"She is hot" Nolan muttered.

"Her personality takes all the hotness. I don't even think she is interested in anyone at all" Georgie looked up at Nolan once, the twice. "What are you thinking of?"

"She is pretty." Nolan mumbled. He could say way more stuff, but it wasn't George's business. Nolan liked how your hair looked, the clothes you wore and how your hand moved when you spoke.

"50 bucks if you get her to smile"

"She is laughing, dude"

"I mean. She laughs and smile and all. But not at us. Only at them. She only likes Elisa and Marie, she hates everyone else."

Nolan looked at you. "She is not wrong"

"You are an idiot" Georgie said. "50 bucks."

"I don't want your money, George"

"Then what do you want?"

"Her" He said it so confidently that he surprised himself.

George chuckled. "Good luck"

Nolan rolled his eyes. You couldn't be that bad. He was sure he could be worse.

"Don't need it"

He started walking in your direction and Elisa caught him halfway. She lifted her arm and loudly called his name.

"This people know me, no need to shout, Eli" He chuckled.

"Come here, I haven't seen you in ages"

Elisa hugged tight and effusively. She planted a big kiss on his cheek and he groaned. "Enough, Grandma"

You were watching the scene. What was all the fuss about him? You didn't understand.

"Hey, give me some" Marie teased. "How have you been, Patty?"

"Good"

"Only good? You spent like two months away and that's all you have to say" Marie scolded him.

"It was a pleasant experience, Marie" He ironically said with a smirk on his lips.

You were carefully analizing him. You remembered him well, the weirdo with dry sense of humor too obsessed with hockey from your class. You had left quite early but he was already like that. You remember he pulled your braid once. You had watched a couple of his games and heard from him here and there, tragic story for a great younger player. Only thinking of it made you roll your eyes. He probably was so full on himself. As if his story deserved to be told on a movie.

"Anything to tell? Georgie said you were seeing someone"

Nolan rolled his eyes. "He said that, didn't he? Just a hook up. It's over"

You rolled your eyes and Nolan, that had been checking on your reaction, noticed.

"Do I know you?" He was asking on purpose.

You looked at him. "Maybe"

"Well, anything to say?"

"No, nothing. Why? Do you want me to congratulate you on having a hook up?"

Elisa and Marie shared a look. They saw this coming. Both of you would be a bomb together. Everyone on the friend group knew.

"Well, you seem thrilled"

"Oh sure, I am. Very interested on where you put your dick" You said and leaned forward with a big smile. "Tell me more about your passionate sex life. Have you ever made a girl come?"

Nolan tried to not look affected. Not like it really affected him. It was more of a surprise. He didn't imagine you being like that.

"I could teach you" He said. "Do you need lessons?"

"Oh no, don't worry. I'm very satisfied right now"

"You face doesn't tell the same"

Marie gasped. Wrong way, Patty.

"Are you saying that my mood is related to how satisfied I'm with my sex life? Hmhm? Do women moods depend only on sex? We have to be nice to men if they satisfy us? Because sweetheart, let me tell you that half of the nice and friendly women in this room would actually be lying"

Loss of words. That's how he would define himself.

"I wasn't implying anything"

"Oh you were. That's what you meant. Why would you say something like that then? Hmm? You are just like the others, Patty" You said his name on a mock tone.

"Yeah? And how could you know that if you barely know me?"

"Don't need to. I know how you guys are"

"How?"

"Big ego. Full on yourselves. Probably with a too big image of yourself too. Not much empathy and..."

Elise grabbed your hand. Nolan was barely breathing and he was giving you the eyes. He was pissed, so pissed.

"What?"

"We get it"

"Do you? Does he?"

"I get it yeah." He muttered. "You should get your ass out of your head, tho"

You chuckled.

"I'll start getting my head out of my ass"

Nolan blushed violently. He hadn't even noticed he said it wrong. He rolled his eyes.

"Cute rossy cheeks" You had obviously said that video and remember making fun of them when you were a kid.

He said nothing else. He just pinched Marie's cheek and ruffled Eloise's hair, purposely not paying more attention to you. Then, he left.

"That was..." Marie started.

You crossed your arms on your chest.

"I don't like him" You defended yourself.

"You don't know him"

"I don't need to"

"YN..."

"Elise..."

"Just be peaceful. Please."

You rolled your eyes.

"Please"

With a loud sigh, you nodded.

"He can be really nice. He is just... Nolan"

"I'm not going to buy it just because he is a hock-"

"Shit YN. He is more than that. I promise. He is a good guy."

"I don't need a guy"

"We are not asking you to marry him. Just be nice." Marie scolded you.

You looked at the girls and nodded.

Nolan had found a place with the guys and had opened a beer can. But his eyes were looking at you. You were a bitch, yeah. But he actually liked it. Was his ego hurt? A bit, yeah. He was used to the roughness in the ice, but this? You didn't even blink while talking to him. You had gotten him so nervous he even forgot how to speak. It had been arousing but not in a weird way. More like you were interesting, you had that wall around you, you were on defensive mode and had no fear of calling him out (even if some stuff you said was unfounded). He liked that. He liked that you didn't back up. Masochist? Probably.

"Pats" Georgie tapped his shoulder. "The bet is still up. 50 bucks"

Nolan looked st his friend and then at you. "Nah. I said I don't want your money" He took a big sip of his beer. If he was doing this, it wouldn't be because of money or some stupid bet.

"Only want her?"

"A bit more now"

"Now when she has just humiliated you and your rossy cheeks?"

"Don't make me throw you out of the window, Georgie"

"Oh... You liked the mean girl"

Your eyes crossed and Nolan gave you a small smirk, he was ready for more. You rolled your eyes and turned around. Another one. You thought. The one. He thought.

.

.

.

It was supposed to be a nice activity to connect with nature and have a good time, right? Gardering in the front garden, replanting some dead plants, cleaning the bird feeders... No. It was so fucking hot and the flies had decided to go all against you.

Nolan was tired. The past days had consisted on visiting people, meeting friends and having everyone around to see him. He hated to come back only for that. Why couldn't he just say hi and mind his own business? He had a bike and his fishing stuff on the back of the truck and he wanted to go and stay alone for the whole afternoon.

He was driving down the street, the windows were down and the music playing. His eyes were on the road, but he saw a figure having a quite comical fight with a tree. Then, as he got close, he recognized you and had to pull over. Maybe he could tease a bit and have fun. It would be the biggest lie if he said he hadn't thought about you one single time on the past days.

You had seen each other three or four times. Once on the supermarket where Nolan stole the bread you wanted with his tall boy privilege. Another one at Marie's on a pool afternoon. You had made fun of his sunburnt chest and he had flipped you off. But somehow a quick compliment disguised as an insult had made you nervously look around and clear your throat on a hurried search for a remark. For someone so dry, you look cute. It had left you speechless because why the hell would he think you are cute. You gave the complete opposite vibes. You weren't cute. No. Then, when you had all met for dinner and everyone had plotted so you were sitting next to each other. It seemed to be amusing how two people with those personalities did together. You had kept the composure then, but Nolan had tried so hard. He had teased you during the whole night, not a single smile directed to you but still. You didn't want to think of the rush you felt with every comment he made. You didn't want to think about how exciting it was tk have someone matching your energy, someone to challenge you.

At first you didn't hear the engine but then, when you stopped moving, you realized that there was another noise in the background fucking up with what should have been a nice afternoon. You turned around and saw the truck in there. The roll of your eyes was automatic. But so it was the quickening heartbeat. Stupid Patty and his rosy cheeks.

He had his glasses and cap as always and was looking at you with a smile. A smile. A fucking smile. He was smiling at you. It was so exhausting to fight Nolan Patrick.

"Hey" He said.

"Hey" You answered quite annoyed.

"Wow, as nice as always. A pleasure to see you again"

Nolan thought that even when you were all messy, you looked really pretty. It was real, the real YN on big worn-out clothes and dirty hands.

"What do you want? I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"Sailing a boat" You ironically said.

He snorted a laugh and scratched his chin. Would you kill him if he asked what he was thinking?

"What are you looking at?"

"You." He shrugged. "Looking good"

"Fuck you"

"Come with me"

You laughed. Loudly. You were laughing so much.

"Me? No"

"Well, I'm going to the lake. Maybe fish. Ride the bike around..."

You frowned. And he wanted you to go with him?

"Come" He said.

"No" You shook your head. "We have met for dinner with the others"

"Well, okay"

Nolan was going to test you. You were stubborn as hell but he had seen you were interested. Even if it was only a bit. So he pressed the gas and your breath hitched for a second. He truly was going to leave.

It was a stupid move, you took a step forward and he smirked. Blush crept to your face when you realized that the car hadn't moved. Prick.

"Do you have a bike?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes. "I do"

"Then go and grab it."

Nolan watched you stomping around, washing your hands and grabbing the bike, which was hilarious because you ended up with your bike on the back of his truck and sitting next to him. You pretend to be upset for a bit, but in the end, the only thing he did was help you with the bike. It has all been you choosing to get in the car with him, making him strangely happy.

"Will you be here for long?"

You turned to look at him. He had stayed quiet during the whole time.

"Do you care?"

"Maybe" He smirked and rolled the windows down. The air hit your face and messed with your hair. Nolan chuckled when you scrunched your nose. "Cute"

"Stop. I'm not"

"Okay, you are not"

You stayed silent for a bit and the music filled the car.

"I'm staying for the summer"

He turned with a little smile. He was proud of himself.

"And then?"

"I'm figuring it out. Just as you" You seriously said.

Nolan felt it sink slow. You had paid attention to those conversations. You looked at him.

"Why did you pick me?"

"Because you looked annoyed" He said. "You seemed like you needed a break."

"I'm annoyed now, can I have a break?"

"You are not annoyed. You are the most relaxed I've seen you in ages."

You rolled your eyes. But it was true. You hated it. "It doesn't mean that I lik-"

"Never said that. But here you are"

"Still" You crossed your arms. You knew it was childish. But it was the only way you knew.

You arrived to a parking lot and put the bikes down.

"We are not fishing"

He turned slowly.

"We are"

"I'll ride down to the city again. I'm not letting you kill innocent animals for fun"

"I eat them"

"No need to"

"I need food"

"You can eat other stuff"

"YN"

"Patrick"

"Why do you call me by my surname?"

"Eveyone does"

"No, they call me Patty, Pats, Nols..."

"Patty wants me to call him cute nicknames?"

"You are insufferable, do you know that?"

"Why did you pick me then? You could have left me do my thing alone." Like that, you regained the control.

"I didn't pick you, you got by yourself in my car" And just as quick you lost it.

Nolan was close, he smelled good and looked so handsome today. But that was not the topic.

"You stopped in front of my house and ask me to go"

"But didn't make you"

"But-"

"You came here because you wanted" He winked at you.

"Asshole"

"That's me, mhm" He had stopped caring about what you said about him days ago. He could already see over it.

You scoffed and moved to pull your bike down the truck.

Nolan couldn't believe he was actually biking with you. It was the first time you weren't looking at him with a frown. You were relaxed and the air made your clothes flow around you. You looked really pretty today.

"Hey"

"Won't shut up, will you?"

He found amusing how it was him now on that side. How he was now the talkative one.

"If I can't fish what are we doing?"

"Riding in silence"

Nolan smiled and watch you biking faster to get in front of him. He simply let you go on with it. You seemed happy to be there with him and that was actually pretty good.

The silent lasted for a bit. You had been thinking and enjoying the peace he was giving you. Why were you here? It was better than your garden, you didn't even want to clean the damn garden. Why were you here with Nolan? There wasn't anyone better out there. Actually because you like the thrill it gives you.

"Have you dated hockey players?"

You turned to look at him. Maybe it seemed a bit out of nowhere, but Nolan had been thinking of it.

"No, why?"

"The party. You said you knew us or whatever."

You felt your chest grow tight. You kind of regretted saying those things.

"I was talking about men. In general, you know? I've dated men. Not a hockey player. Baseball, though"

Nolan was serious but he caught up with you and was now biking next to you. You discretely looked at him. He had his eyes on the trail, the hair peaking out of the cap moved with the wind and the shade framed his face. He always wore his sunglasses, but the times you had seen his eyes you had been pretty mesmerized.

"You are staring"

"No"

"Sure" He chuckled.

You looked down at the trail and tried to stay calm. You couldn't feel like this. You couldn't let the feelings grow.

"Hook ups."

"What?"

"You got pissed at me when I mentioned hook up"

"You won't leave it alone"

"No"

"You weren't nice to me either"

"I know that"

"And?"

"What about hook ups?"

"I'm not going to hook up with you"

"I'm not asking you"

"Nolan..."

"YN. You are so mean. You can be so mean. But"

"You don't talk this much on a daily basis, what's gotten into you?"

"Why do you pretend you hate me?"

You gasped and stopped the bike. Which made him groan and stop too.

"I don't pretend I hate you"

"So it's real"

"No"

"No?" He smirked.

You clenched your hand around the handle and your knuckles turned white. He made you feel like no one else. You loved this so much.

"Yet"

Then he smiled. When somone was usually so serious, watching then smile felt like a special thing, it was a moment to treasure. It was something that made you feel proud of yourself. But still, you couldn't stop wondering why he was always like this with you. Why so much teasing? What with those looks and discreet smiles? You were putting to much effort into it, you had been avoiding stuff like this for ages.

"What do you want to know? Spit it, Patrick"

"I want to know what is so horrible about me" Because he was clearly into you and wanted to fix that problem.

"About you? You are just a man"

He wasn't just a man. He had that weird and cryptic aura around him. He was quiet but his voice was deep, he seemed dry and boring but sometimes dropped the best jokes, his sarcasm was actually impressive and made you feel seen, he had the most beautiful eyes and didn't care about being like everyone else. He was just Nolan but Nolan was actually a lot. He was complex and made you want to tear all the layers slowly until you met him whole.

He was staring blankly at you.

"Just a man"

"Mhm" You said. "And all men are the same. I don't care about that not all men shit. I don't care if not all men in the earth are the same because..." You stopped yourself abruptly. Don't open the box. But you wanted to tell him to rant on him and finally let those thoughts run free. "If I tell you, you won't tell anyone because if you do it will be the end of your days"

"My lips are sealed" He said nervously. He didn't want to admit it, but now he wasn't so sure about wanting to know. He knew you could hurt and he already liked you too much.

Then you ran your hands over your hair and took a deep breath.

"Men had played with me. All men in my life have been horrible. Every single man I've been interested in has. They have played with me, they had make me believe things." It was difficult to say those words. Even more if front of him. "I'm not letting that happen again. I'm not going to let anyone treat me like that again, like an object. I'm not being used again. I'm not a toy to play with, to cheat, to fool. No. I built walls, I created an armour to protect myself. And to do that I have to keep everyone away"

Nolan regretted asking. He should have stayed quiet. He should have left you in your garden and not bring this up. You were having a good afternoon and he felt he had fucked it up. He knew there was a reason for your attitude, but he felt like a total asshole now.

"But you..."

"Me?" He looked at you and you swore his eyes sparkled.

"For some reason you are so damn insistent"

He chuckled a bit.

"I'm just a man. But I'm good company. For real, I don't have bad intentions with you"

"Yeah, sure. Great company. You light the room when you walk in" You ironically said. You were thankful he didn't make it huge. You were so happy he didn't got angry at you. But you ignored the bad intentions part because well, how could you answer to that.

"You are so mean" He smiled.

Nolan was a big bundle of feelings and confusion. He was angry at people he didn't even know because of what they did to you. He was angry because it was all their fault. You had those big walls around you.

You rolled your eyes but unexpectedly a smile grew on your lips.

"You are smiling" He mumbled.

"No" You put the biggest fake frown in your face.

That made you two broke down in big laughs, so much that you ended up with tears in your eyes and him grabbing his belly.

Your laugh died first and you were left looking at him. He had taken his cap off and was brushing his hair back. He looked so beautiful.

"Here" You passed him your scrunchie and he looked confused for a second, but soon he had his hair on a half bun. "The turquoise brings up your eyes" You teased him, who blushed furiously. "Okay, rosy cheeks. Let's go"

He followed you quickly and even passed you.

"Asshole, I don't have hockey thighs"

"Your problem"

To say that it was a great ride wasn't enough. You hadn't gone to the place in ages but you remembered exploring those trails as a kid. It was beautiful and so peaceful, there was barely people in there which was the main reason Nolan had to go there.

"I like my alone time" He said.

"Yeah, me too."

He smiled to himself. You had to be for him. Even if you hated his guts (which he didn't believe).

"But having friends it's fine." You muttered. "I don't always want to go out for dinner but when I do I have fun"

"Sure thing" He chuckled.

"What does it mean?"

"That you look like a grumpy old man the whole time!"

Like that, you spent the next hour or so until you reached the parking again. It had been great, you had felt so good, so safe for once. You had talked nonstop and laughed like a kid. You had learnt about him, about these past couple of years and how they affected him. You had opened more about your past and told him a couple of things. It had been all trauma dumping and jokes, what you would do with a really close friend. With someone you wanted in your like for good. It allade you realize that Nolan wasn't that bad. He was a good guy with another wall around him and he wouldn't be him without his dry sense of humor and annoyed looks. Nolan Patrick wasn't that bad and he made you feel things. But it was still scary. You didn't want to get hurt.

"That's the wrong way" You said when he turned left instead of right. With the bikes on the back and tired legs, you were in the car.

"It's still early for dinner. I'm showing you something."

"What?"

"The best spot in the lake"

"You take all the girls there?" You joked, but now that he knew, Nolan could see the insecurity behind your eyes.

"Only my friends the ones who want to fish with me"

You rolled your eyes.

"Jokes apart. I like to take my people there."

Soon, he had arrived to another parking lot. It was just a few meters away from the deck. He told you he liked fishing there because it was really peaceful. But today he was just going to sit there and enjoy.

You both sat on the edge, close but not enough to touch. You could hear birds and insects, the wind making the branches crack and the water splashing softly against the wood. There was no one around.

You leaned back on your hands and moved your feet over the water, barely touching it.

"You know what?" You said after considering it for a bit. It wasn't that bad.

"What?" Nolan turned to look at you. You looked so damn pretty today. The forest air made wonders in you.

"If the end of the world started now, I wouldn't mind having you as a partner" You confessed shyly. Was it something weird to say? Probably. But after all the teasing and hurtful insults you felt the need to tell him. You didn't hate him.

Nolan chuckled but couldn't avoid blushing. Fucking rosy cheeks.

"Is that your way of saying you like me?"

You laughed throwing your head back and he had to keep himself from pulling you for a kiss. He wanted you so much.

"It's my way of saying I don't despise you." You pointed out while turning to look at him. You wouldn't tell him that yes, you liked him a lot. "Of all the annoying people I know, you are the less annoying. One of the less" You bit your lip.

"I'm not annoying."

"You kind of are. You have been following me since we met. You are always looking at me. You always sit close to me... You followed me on Instagram... "

He cleared his throat and looked away. He wouldn't tell you he liked you a lot. But you kind of had already caught him, hadn't you?

"You are interesting" He tried to play it casual.

"Is that your way of saying you are in love with me?" You teased back.

Maybe.

"It's my way of saying I tolerate you"

You fought a smile but he caught the twitch in the corner of your mouth.

"So we are on toleration terms"

You nodded and finally smiled. You looked at the lake, the sun was already going down. You were so comfortable with Nolan that you dropped the walls without even noticing. It felt so strange to let go like this. He had asked you to go with him and you had simply gone, with no second thoughts, no insecurities. You took the bike and went with him. It had been such a nice afternoon that you felt sad only thinking it would end. You didn't want to.

"What are you doing?" Nolan looked up at you with his mouth agape, barely blinking when you had started taking your clothes off. You were getting naked in front of his eyes.

"I'm hot and sweaty"

Your shorts and shirt fell next to him and a second later, you dive into the lake only wearing your panties. Nolan blinked slowly as he watched your figure swimming away under the surface. He swallowed hard and got up too. You were there only in your underwear. And fuck, he had been too stunned to even get a look.

When you came out and turned around, he was shirtless. You smiled to yourself and moved the water around you. He was really pretty. Nolan Patrick had that something.

He looked at you and smirked, then, took his trousers off. Holy hockey body.

"Don't look, perv"

You giggled and turned around. "Better?"

You heard the splash of water that came with his body sinking and only a second later, a hand pulled your foot. You sank with a loud laugh stuck in your throat and bubbles around you.

Under the water, you felt Nolan's fingers on your skin and although the lake was cold, it made you feel warm. They moved up your thigh and then your waist and finally, you both broke into on the surface. You gasped for air and pushed your hair out of your face, same as him, who was laughing. You were incredulously looking at him.

"You did not do that" You said and splashed water on his face.

"I did"

His blue eyes were full of joy and you felt something in your chest knowing it was because of you.

"You are a prick"

"Some people say that, yeah"

His now messy bun was almost falling and your scrunchie was too soft. You reached and Nolan for a second pulled back. But when your fingers threaded on his wet hair and he blushed. It felt good, really good.

"Better" You muttered when his hair fell.

He sank for a second and pushed it back when he came out again. There were drops on his face and he looked perfect under the sun.

"No headache today?" Your voice was soft now. This wasn't the sharp YN he had met. He had done it. He had torn your walls now. After what you had told him, he knew that this one was the real you.

"No. I'm good. It has been a good week."

"That's nice."

"It is"

"W-we should do this more if you feel good"

Well, that is actually a lot more than I expected.

"I thought you didn't want to come" He teased with a smirk.

You shook your head. You were floating and swimming slowly, simply moving around and following each other.

"I had a part to play" You said and your eyes fell a bit. It was the truth and he already knew it.

"No need to do it with me, you know that" He sincerely said.

You nodded. "I know. Same to you"

"I don't..."

"You do. You are a big softie." He smiled. "See? You actually smile a lot"

"I wish I could say the same" He joked. You splashed water. "What's that?!"

"Stop being so sarcastic"

"I can't!"

"See! It starts as a self-defence mechanism and suddenly it's a part of your personality"

You both laughed.

Nolan watched you move around him. "You are really pretty." He mumbled.

You stopped and looked at him. "Don't say that"

"Why? You are" He shrugged.

"I don't like compliments"

"Why?"

"You don't like them either, Nolan"

"I don't mind them. Why don't you like them?"

You looked at him with cold eyes that in the end were also a facade.

"They are never real"

Nolan looked at you for long seconds, trying to decide if it was actually a good idea or not. Yes. It was.

His big hand found your waist and you panted when he moved close. He was so close, he was big, he looked perfect and wow... You were feeling so many scary things.

"They are real now. I'm not one to waste words in bullshit" He said deadpan. "You are beautiful and I think that since I saw you for the first time"

"When we were 5?" You asked weakly trying to be sarcastic and protect yourself from the butterflies in your stomach.

"Actually no. On the party. Left me stunned."

"I treated you like shit."

"You were so mean. But it's kind of your magnetism" He got even closer.

"It's not working then. I was only trying to push you away" You whispered now that his nose was almost touching yours. He was going to kiss you and you were more than happy with it. "I have been doing it with every man I've met recently and it always worked"

He smirked. "Well, it's not working with me"

Nolan's lips captured yours in a heated kiss and your hands automatically flew to his hair. Your fingers threaded through his hair and he groaned.

Before you could notice, Nolan and you were fully wrapped around each other, his hands keeping you close and grabbing your waist, yours on his hair and tilting his head back, your legs around his hips, your chests pressed together,...

It had been ages since you had kissed someone, and by ages you meant years. Your whole armour had also consisted of keeping everyone away. Not even a simple kiss at a party. Nothing. Still, you didn't want to stop kissing him now. It was driving you insane, he was kissing you so good, so deep and passionate. It had your head spiralling down with the pleasure of being kissed. But then Nolan left your lips and travelled to your neck and reality hit. Even when you wanted him so bad and his lips nipping on your skin made you want to moan. Even when all you wanted was him to take you right then.

His eyes opened the moment he felt your hand on his face. Then, your breath hitched and you gently pushed him back. He didn't let go of your body tho, you were still wrapped around him. One of your hands was playing with the hair on the nape of his neck and the other on his jaw made him look up at you.

You said no with your head and he pressed his lips together. You are not doing this to fuck her. You are doing this because you truly like her. Gain her trust, then the rest. He told himself. It's important, Nolan. This is important for you, remember. Not a silly crush. It's big.

"I can't" You whispered.

"It's fine" He muttered in his usual low voice. His nose slowly brushed yours.

For the first time, he saw you fully bare. Your eyes filled with tears and you moved away from him. He simply let you go and watched you swim away. You could hear him sighing. You climbed out of the lake and hugged your chest. Maybe you had fucked up. It had been a nice day and you had fucked up.

If you let him in, you could get hurt again. You were so happy and comfortable around him, which meant that the fall would be even harder. And you couldn't let that happen. But suddenly you wanted it so bad. You wanted more days like this, more kisses, more biking in the forest and swimming half naked in the lake.

Nolan swam slowly and also climbed out. He eyed you quickly, half naked and hugging yourself while sitting on the edge of the deck. There were goosebumps on your skin and he heard you softly sniffing. So he walked to the car and grabbed a flannel he had on the back of it. Then he came back and surprised you by wrapping the soft and dry cloth around your shoulders.

You looked up and Nolan couldn't say if those were tears or just water. But he quietly sat next to you. You hugged the flannel and brought it close to you.

"YN"

"Mhm"

"It's fine."

You looked at him. In the end, he wasn't the big egotistical dick you thought at first.

"Is it?"

He nodded. "I don't want sex"

You frowned. "Don't you?"

"I mean. It would be fine, you know? But this is also really okay" Nolan said pointing around with his finger. He meant you, the lake, the bikes, the forest, the truck with its windows down. He meant the perfect afternoon you had spent together.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course"

You nodded and let your body go. Slowly, you leaned against his side and your head rested on his shoulder. You felt him turn his face and his chin resting on your head. It was enough. It was sweet and gentle. It was so different from the Nolan you thought you knew, the Nolan from the party firing back at you, the Nolan from the TV. Maybe this was the right time and he was the right person.

"We'll get cold" He muttered.

"I don't care"

He smiled to himself.

"Don't tell them about today" You whispered. "Please"

"I won't" He hooked his pinky with yours. "I promise"

You smiled and moved even closer and Nolan understood it as a sign of wanting to be hugged, so that's what he did. He lifted his arm and you tucked yourself under it.

"I'm so scared" You finally said.

"I know" He swallowed hard. He was scared too, he just never said it out loud. You made him a nervous mess, you had kept him awake for too long a couple of nights.

"I don't want it to hurt"

Nolan gulped. He couldn't promise that it wouldn't hurt because he couldn't predict the future. But he could try his best.

"I don't want to hurt you. It's not on my plans."

You really swore you hated when he spoke this low, you could barely understand him. But those words came soft and clear and you felt them sinking slowly. But still...

"And how do I know I can trust you?"

Nolan tried to be patient. You had already talked about this. He knew it wasn't your fault.

"I suppose you only can believe me."

Your face turned to him and he looked down at you. It was all so confusing and terrifying. But you wanted to believe him. You liked Nolan. You liked him a lot. Even if you had only realized today.

You leaned a bit and softly pecked his lips. It was a surprise for both of you. But Nolan accepted it and didn't move further.

"We will be late for that stupid dinner" You muttered.

"Do you want me to drop you home and get changed?"

You checked your watch. "I don't think we have time. Plus, if I step at home I'll stay"

Nolan smiled to himself.

You got up and Nolan watched you walk away. He had to be careful. He had to be so careful.

"Nolan"

You muttered when you were putting your t-shirt on.

"Mhm"

"I'm sorry I called you a dick." You said. "And all the other stuff"

He chuckled and turned around.

"Don't worry. You were not the first"

"And how I behaved on the party."

"YN. It's fine"

He got up and a shaky breath left your chest when his big and strong body towered over you.

"Is it?"

"It's part of your magnetism" He smirked and reached to grab the shirt.

You rolled your eyes with a smile. He reached and pinched your cheek and you slapped his arm playfully.

"Don't try me"

The trip back to the city was silent but different. You had kissed. You had hugged. You had confessed traumas and deep thoughts. So many things had changed in the hours you spent around the lake. You were scared and anxious. But at the same time there was this happiness blooming in your chest.

"Should I wait for a bit before coming in?" He asked when he stopped the car in the parking.

You looked at him. "Why?"

"I thought you wouldn't want them to ask questions and they will definitely ask them if we show up together and wet"

You shrugged. "I'll tell them to fuck off"

Nolan smirked. "You are hot"

You rolled your eyes and flipped him off before leaving the car with a smile.

At first no one payed attention to the fact that you two had arrived at the same time, with wet hair and Nolan's hair back on that bun tied with a turquoise scrunchie. But then they started sharing looks. You had sat together by choice, you were relaxed and your comments weren't so aggressive. But at some point, Nolan leaned back and dropped his arm over the back of your seat and unconsciously you leaned back. The girls exchanged looks and Mark cleared his throat. But it was George, who noticed last, the one that made the biggest deal of it. For the others, it was just their two grumpy friends they had put so much effort on getting together finally leaning on their feelings. For George it was some really fun shit to joke about.

"Oh, well well well. What do we have there?"

You tensed instantly and realized what it looked like. You had been so comfortable that you didn't realized you were tucked under his arm. Nolan, on the other hand, knew everything was going to get messy. He knew he had to stop it, but George was quicker.

"Georg-"

"Man, I bet on a smile, not on getting the whole pack"

Nolan breathed through his nose and closed his eyes for a second.

You slowly turned to look up at him. You were confused. What did that mean?

"George, shut up" Marie seemed to notice something was wrong and she knew George well enough to know he wasn't the best help.

"Man, if I knew you would get the whole pack I would have bet a bit more"

"Shut up" Nolan groaned. The whole pack? What the fuck did George think you were?

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You asked harshly.

"I bet 50 bucks on Nolan. I was like, 50 bucks if you make her smile. And he was like, no man I don't want your money, I only want her"

Your whole world seemed to be falling apart now. All the happiness that had bloomed through the day exploded over you and suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe. Your ears were ringing and your knees felt too weak. You abruptly got up.

"I need to get out of here" You whispered out of breath.

"YN" Nolan felt terrified out of nowhere. Could he have avoided this? He hadn't even thought about what George said. He had denied it, why should it be important?

You felt trapped. The fucking place had those bench seats and you could leave if Nolan didn't let you. But for your surprise, his big hands grbed your waist and he helped you stepping over his legs.

"F-fuck you... F-uck you, George" You panted. "And you..." Your teary eyes fell on Nolan and his heart broke.

"YN..."

"I knew it"

Like that, you walked away and left the dinner. But Nolan was quick to react. He got up and first, he looked at George.

"You heard her, right? Fuck you, George. Fuck you and your stupid 50 bucks." He groaned. "I hope you apologize soon"

"Nolan, man..."

But Nolan was already walking away and following you to the parking lot. Where were you even going?

"YN" He didn't need much to catch up, his longer legs were good help.

You cleaned your tears and walked faster, almost running. How had you been so stupid?

"YN, wait" He insisted.

"No"

"YN" He grabbed your arm and pulled you to stop. You crashed against his chest and gasped.

"Don't touch me, Patrick"

He let go of you but stayed stoic.

"It's not what you think"

That made you laugh through your tears. "Right" You had heard that before. "Of course you would say that. I just... I was so stupid" You said and harshly pushed your hair out of you face. "F-for a second I believed you-you were different and... Then you go and do this to me and..."

"George told me that if I'd made you smile he would give me 50 bucks and..."

"And you fooled me"

Nolan had enough of it. He wouldn't let you talk shit about him as if he had killed your pet and get away with it. This time he had done good. He would admit that he had been a jerk sometimes, but not now. This time he had done no wrong.

"Stop this fucking bullshit because you are the one doing this to yourself" He said and grabbed your arms to make sure you were looking at him. "I'm not the bad one here. You perfectly heard what he said. Just like everyone else in the table. So don't pretend I'm some kind of jerk playing with your feelings here because I'm not" Nolan didn't want to get like this with you, but shit, were you stubborn. "Stop behaving like this because I'm doing nothing wrong, you are hurting yourself" His words sounded like an eco in your head, over and over again. "I'm trying to explain you, you listened to him. If you don't want to believe me, it's on you, not on me"

Finally, he let go of your arms and you felt dizzy and lost. You couldn't speak, you couldn't move. Your breath was fast and your clothes felt too tight. You wanted to scream. No one ever had confronted you like this. No one had opened your eyes in this way.

"Look at me" Nolan cupped your face and you panted. "Look at me, YN" He repeated more gently this time. You did. "I didnt accept the money because it's bullshit. There was no bet. No agreement. Nothing. He offered it and I declined it. You heard him"

You were shaking. You needed to belive him so bad.

"You can go back there and ask him. I don't care. But don't pretend I'm a villain."

"I can't let you hurt me"

He groaned and let go of your face. "You know what? I want this. I want you and me together. But I can't if you don't trust me"

"Y-you want this?"

"YN. Have you forgotten about today?"

You shook your head.

"I really want you, Nolan" You whispered.

"It's up to you then" He said putting his hands in your pocket. "But I'm not doing it if you don't even let me speak" He muttered almost incomprehensively and turned around.

Don't let him go. Don't make this to yourself. You were happy with him, you were ready for it. Don't lose him. Don't push Nolan away.

Nolan was feeling something tight on his chest. He wanted to rip his t-shirt away from his body. It felt too much. A heartbreak? No. No way.

You watched him walk to his car. He was leaving. No. He couldn't leave. If he left, you knew it was probably over. Whatever it was. It was over.

"I'm sorry"

Nolan almost didn't hear you. "What?" He stopped walking and looked back.

You swallowed your pride. He was right. You couldn't keep doing this. Whatever you were doing, it was worse. It was hurting you. You had heard George. I bet 50 bucks on Nolan. I was like, 50 bucks if you make her smile. And he was like, no man I don't want your money, I only want her. Only want her. He wanted you. He wanted you and even when you already knew it, it felt different now.

"I'm sorry, Nolan"

He looked at you for long seconds. He hated seeing you cry. He hated George for making you cry.

"Come here" He mumbled.

You walked fast to him and he embraced you on a strong hug.

"I didn't need his money to want to make you smile"

"You are so cheesy" You sniffed and nuzzled your nose on his chest. It vibrated with a laugh and then he brought you closer with a hand in your hair.

"It's true. I knew I wanted you the second you opened your mouth"

"I treated you like shit"

He shrugged. "Need someone to keep me humble"

"Is that you way of saying you need me?"

Nolan looked down at you and pressed a kiss on your head. "Mhm" He hummed. "I'm not the best with feelings, but I want this"

You looked at him.

"Me too"

"I need you to trust me"

You nodded.

"I know" You whispered a bit ashamed. "It's hard"

Nolan caressed your hair, still a bit wet from the lake and kissed your temple. "I told you its not on my plans hurting you"

You nodded and looked at him.

"Should we start with a date?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes"

"Good for me, then"

You got in your tip toes and kissed his lips slowly. You made him so cheesy, the meanest girl he had crossed paths with was making him want to melt.

"Okay" He pulled back. "Do you belive what I said, right?"

You nodded. "Sorry"

"All good" He muttered with his hands cupping your face. "Sorry too"

"All good" You mimicked him.

He pulled you for another hug and you sighed. "Did he really offer 50 bucks? Couldn't he Google what you've earned with hockey?"

"I know, right? He is so stupid"

"Thank you for not... Accepting"

"It's nothing. I was whipped already"

You pulled back and Nolan felt so happy for that smile on your lips. "So soon?"

"Okay, shut up"

Do I like it? I'm not sure.

[hockeyboysimagines]

Hey friend! So excited for these blurbs! Could you do number 9 with my all time favourite couple, Nolan and Sawyer? ♥️🥰

Hi friend!! Thanks for this. It was so fun to write. I hope you like it!!

“This is beautiful.” Sawyer remarked as Nolan set down their bags.

She was right. It was.

The hotel room was large and spacious, wall to wall windows, cathedral ceilings, and a large four poster canopy bed in the center of the room. Nolan looked out the window across the beach which was right outside their balcony.

This was a much needed vacation after the stress of his last season in Philly, and before the start of their new life in Las Vegas. It was one of the last fun things they would have time to do before they made the trip to Vegas and got settled in.

“Yeah it’s nice. So what do you wanna do first? The beach?”

She turned and frowned “Sure. I figured you’d be tired and wanna lay down though.”

He shook his head “My head is fine Sawyer. I don’t wanna waste vacation being bedridden.”

He was tired, but there was more important things to do than take a nap.

When she had suggested a beach trip, he immediately said yes.

Nolan HATED the beach. The sun was too sunny. The sand was too sandy, and there was always people acting a fool. But the thought of getting to spend that much time seeing Sawyer in a bikini outweighed all of those things, so he would put up with sun, sand and dumbasses for the week.

“So…..” he smiled at her and nodded out the window “The beach?”

She grinned and opened her suitcase pulling out a pink bathing suit, and changed. Nolan was salivating as he watched her get dressed and made their way down to the beach.

And that’s what he did the next three days. Anytime they were hanging out in their room.

“Hey let’s go to the beach.”

“Beach?”

“Nah just leave your suit on, we can go to the beach.”

“Okay what gives?” She said on the fourth day. She was wearing a bathing suit, hands on her hips after Nolan had suggested another beach outing.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes you do. You hate the beach.” She laughed “You’ve always hated the beach and now all of a sudden you wanna spend every spare minute on it.”

“I just-since you like the beach you’d wanna spend some time on it that’s all. I wanna make sure you get the full beach experience.”

“Uh huh.” She was frowning at him with her eyebrows raised. He knew she wasn’t buying it, and he was a terrible liar especially to her “You just wanna make sure I get the full beach experience?”

“Yes.”

“Your a bad liar you know.”

He sighed and nodded looking at his legs “Yeah I know.”

“If I find out you wanted to come here just to get me in swimwear for a week, I’ll never let you forget it.”

“I wouldn’t-I mean I just-“ but she was laughing and then he did too.

“Oh Nolan.” She said with a small smile.

“I like seeing you in a bikini. Sue me.” He said throwing his hands up.

She turned and smiled, reaching a hand up and tugged at the string of her top, pulling it loose “Oh yeah? How about out of my bikini? Do you like that too?”

Nolan smiled as the top fell very slowly to the floor.

Maybe the beach wasn’t so bad after all.

[tapedsleeves]

So, I thought it would be fun to go through all of of the fics I'd read this year and rec a couple that I'd reach each month. This is it: my fic rec's in review. In addition, because I noticed that I read at least one other fandom a month, my bonus fandoms lol. Take this Journey of the past year with me, I hope you enjoy these recommendations.

part 2

January 

Bonus fandom: Life with Derek

as the lights go down by fuzzyeldritchhorror

4742 words, M, Nico Hischier/Jack Hughes/Jonas Siegenthaler

Idiots to lovers, ot3

Heart Rush by canary

22072 words, E Kent Johnson / Owen Power.

Friends to lovers, 1st time. Miscommunication

just to keep you by letangent

5310, E, Zach Werenski/Dylan Larkin

Magical Fleshlight, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, pining

got the ceiling with the stars by eversincewefellapart

5655 words, E, Connor McDavid / Leon Draisaitl

Sugar baby, somno, age difference

It’s simple and it goes like this by theaa

37057words, E, Nico Hischier / Jack Hughes

FWB to lovers

February

Bonus Fandoms: Teen Wolf & Warrior 

my little ribs around you by eversincewefellapart

15864, E, Mitch Marner/Auston Matthews

rule!63 mitch, dom/sub, spanking, breeding kink, anal sex

Notorious_Cam by nightcrew

33614, E, Nathan Mackinnon / Cale Makar

camboy Cale Makar, sex toys

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine by leafsmealone

32716, E, John Tavares / Mitch Marner

Magical Realism, sex curses

i would stay forever (if you say don't go) by overturnedgoal

5115, E, Quinn Hughes / Elias Pettersson

home for the holidays, fake/pretend relationship, FWB to lovers

In From  The Cold by makeit_takeit

70423, E, Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Online Relationship, experimentation, the oil rig fic

March

Bonus Fandoms: Haunting In Connecticut & The Passenger (2023)  / Sid in 29 Hoodie

connor mcdavid and the terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad all-star weekend  by cuprun

7442 words, E, Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid, Leon Draisaitl/Sidney Crosby, Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid/Sidney Crosby

Threesome, cuckolding, voyeurism, all-star weekend

How The Futgure Knew by canary

63728 words, E, Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

OnlyFans au, coming out

summer's in the air (heaven in your eyes) by idday

8729 words, E, Jack Eichel / Noah Hanifin

Tit fucking, selective bisexuality, vacation fucking

Fire and Flood by pretty_vacant (London9Calling)

55821 words, E, Nico Hischier/Jack Hughes

Non Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, knotting

Do Your Fucking Job by anonymous

9918 words, M, Nathan Mackinnon / Cale Makar

Therapy, Panic Attacks, Friends to Lovers

April 

Bonus Fandoms: The Magicians, SAS Rogue Heroes, & Stranger Things / Connor/Wemby

like one of your girls by idday

13966 words, E, Jack Eichel/Connor McDavid

Extreme Feminization, deep throating 

i want a bad, bad romance by lotts (sirMxaLotts)

3777 words, E, Tyson Barrie / Gabe Landeskog

Tentacles / Monsterfucking, FWB

but i'm a hockey player by themondermerlin

4383 words, E, Alexander Barkov / Matthew Tkachuk

Sexuality crisis, photos released, kissing

Syonym by caltrain

2000 words, t, Connor Bedard / Victor Wembanyama

Fluff, getting together, that one interview

click, click by moonbaths

1508 words, E, Vincent Lecavalier/Martin St Louis

Sexting

May

Bonus Fandoms: Magnus Chase and the God of Asgard 

 and it's more than a dream, i hear your voice in the street by factorize

3558 words, E, Brock Boeser / Elias Pettersson

Threesome, age regression, self-cest

Lionheart by aliquis

53862 words, E, Nico Hischier / Jonas Siegenthaler

Royalty AU, bodyguard, Friends to lovers

training season by licrickee

17012 words, E, Nico Hischier / Jack Hughes

Omegaverse, edging

Sweet by soupmonologue

15559 words, E, Patrice Bergeron / Brad Marchand

Vampires, possessive behavior

wolverine feed by sphesphe

10659 words, E, Jeremy Swayman / Linus Ullmark

Orgasm Delay, Orgasm Denial, ethical non-monogamy

the fixer by anonymous

3331 words, m, Nico HIschier / Jack Hughes

Pre-relationship, dubious morality

June

Bonus Fandoms: The Witcher, Person of Interest, & Stranger Things 

You're Going Down by Lurlur

4353 words, E, Matthew Tkachuk / Chris Krieder

Hookup, deepthroating, degredation, the homoeroticism of stealing someone’s mouthguard

 (if you call me baby) i'll be always yours by symphony7inAmajor

8173 words, E, Morgan Barron / Josh Morrissey

Werewolves & vampires, blood drinking, service top, puppy play

care and feeding by iceguy

10260 words, E, Tim Stutzle / Brady Tkachuk

Vampires, blood drinking, getting together

the road not taken (looks real good now) by midday

6341 words, T, Jack Eichel / Noah Hanifin

Home for the holidays, football player Noah, childhood friends

rebuild series by wearemany

25957 words, E, 3 fics, Paul Maurice / Matthew Tkachuk

coach/player relationship

Running From Ghosts by RemyJane

19301 words, M, Nicklas Backstrom / Alexander Ovechkin

Royalty AU, unhappy childhood

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[eusuntgratie]

Okay updates on my hockey ~descent~

I've been reading a bit of bennguin and that was pretty good, I've been looking at some vids and I swear when Tyler got into a fight after someone took a cheap shot at Jamie 😭 like why do I care so much about that?? Anyway I have also just finished reading closed fracture by lightgetsin and it was so lovely <3 so looking for some more recs for sidgeno if you have them! (also why are there (((( all over the place sometimes? I've seen a few in fics and in tweets?) I do really like the Penguins logo and jerseys so maybe I'll follow them closer when things get moving a bit more, its the off season now right? Some other ships I'm a fan of is sterek from teen wolf, Sirius/Remus from hp, Macdennis from iasip, steve/bucky - just pretty basic ones lel 😬

oooooh i'm so excited to answer this okay okay. thank you for the update i love this!

tyler seguin is everyone's favorite slutty bisexual. go bananas in his tag (just #tyler seguin or #seguin) on tumblr and you'll find some great shit. that ship doesn't get as much attention anymore bc benn isn't fandom's favorite. i don't know enough about the stars to know all the reasons, but he did a very dirty and unneccessary hit on the vegas golden knights captain in the playoffs this year and that was enough to make me not like him. i can rec some stars blogs if you want - they are a great team with a solid fandom presence and a lot of young amazing players. and they have seggy :)

um, if you love boys being overprotective on the ice, i can definitely give you some pens moments but ALSO you should look into tknp (travis konecny/nolan patrick). i think i have a #protective tk tag on here you can browse bc the boy goes batshit insane anytime someone touches his boy. one of the big reasons a lot of us fell for that ship. you don't have to be a flyers fan to love them; tk is a fandom darling bc he's so tiny and fighty and wonderful.

also, any decent player is very protective of their goalie, so if you love that dynamic, you might enjoy some defenseman/goalie pairings or there's just some fun clips and gifs out there. i'll try to reblog some stuff for you. give my poor followers a break from the rwrb posting and tzp thirst 😂

DON'T GET ME STARTED ON SIDGENO OH GOD. okay i'll reblog a few posts for them because the things they say about each other are just. alright. you're in love. we get it. okay.

King and Lionheart is the fic that made me fall for sidgeno. There is an excellent podfic available as well.

I could give you a billion sidgeno recs and writers and blogs to follow. What kind of fic do you like? Fluff? Whump? PWP? Kink? ABO? Monsterfuckery? Sidgeno is the most popular hockey rpf ship at least by numbers on ao3; we got it all, baby! I read a lot of angst and porn, so I don't want to throw a bunch of recs at you without knowing what you like :)

((( and )))))))) are russian smileys... so you're probably reading Geno texting. So instead of texting (or tweeting - you can see these in some of his old tweets): i'll be there soon :) he would text i'll be there soon )))

we ARE in the offseason but hockey comes back (relatively) soon. preseason games (exhibition games that don't count towards playoff standings) start at the end of september and the season kicks off in October. The Penguins season opener is vs the Chicago Blackhawks which should be a VERY fun game to watch, bc Chicago drafted Connor Bedard this year, one of the best hockey prospects since Sid himself. Bedard is insanely talented and we are all very eager to see how he does in the NHL. Sid was Bedard's favorite player growing up (he is so many players' favorite player growing up) and they've met and they are both very sweet boys and anyway it will be an interesting game.

Stucky was my first ship since really diving into fandom and I spent a ton of time in Teen Wolf fandom! There's a ton of teen wolf on my ao3, mostly sterek, but i mostly write hockey these days.

feel free to keep sending me questions! there's a lot to learn when you first dive into hockey but i love the sport and love this fandom!!

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V. i do write smut, along with fluff and angst. there will be warnings before and/or under the cut so please PLEASE have your age somewhere on your account if you interact with my content, if not you will be blocked!

VI. i usually write for what i’m hyper-fixating for at the moment, so if a character is ever listed that’s most likely what i would get to if requested.

VII. i DO NOT write for things such as noncon situations, ddlg, self-harm, piss/scat, murder/death (at least to a certain extent), racism/race-play, pet-play, and degradation/humiliation (if too extreme).

some characters i write for…

* stranger things: steve harrington, eddie munson, robin buckley

* outer banks: rafe cameron, barry, pope heyward, jjpope

challangers: tashi duncan, art donaldson, patrick zweig

marvel: frank castle, steve rogers, joaquin torres, ava starr, comicbook!clint barton, tasm!peter parker, marc spector, sam wilson, bruce banner, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, johnny storm, peter quill, gamora, nebula

dc: rick flag, adrian chase, bruce wayne, clark kent

invincible: mark grayson/invincible, the mark variants, rex splode/sloane, nolan grayson, atom eve/eve wilkins, allen the alien

* last of us: abby anderson, ellie williams, joel miller, tommy miller

* the walking dead: rick grimes, michonne, maggie greene, glenn rhee, rosita, daryl dixion, negan, shane walsh

thg: finnick odair, johanna mason, beetee latier (sotr), haymitch abernathy, sejanus plinth, peeta mellark, lucy gray baird

my blog tags…

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[ao3feed-hockey]

I’ll Be Summer Sun for You Forever

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/T6MdxfN

by whoreforbuckley

Nolan shows up on Travis' doorstep hours after his team won the Stanley Cup despite them not really having spoken to each other since the regular season ended, but Travis still knows exactly how to make sure Nolan is okay

except it might mean something completely different this time

Words: 3439, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Travis Konecny, Nolan Patrick

Relationships: Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

Additional Tags: 2022-2023 NHL Season, 2023 Stanley Cup Playoffs, Sad with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Getting Together, Pining, Implied Sexual Content

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/T6MdxfN

[stardusttkachuk]

take it out on me

Pairing: Nolan Patrick x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: smut, Dom!Nolan, spanking, choking, daddy kink, use of the color system, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, mentions of bruises, fluff, Summary: Nolan comes home from a rough roadie. Y/N suggests he take it out on her like he’s done before, but things are a bit too rough this time and Nolan ends up hurting her, sending him into a panic and promising to do everything and anything to make it better.

Nolan had been having a bad week to begin with, hell a bad season at that. There was talk of him being benched for a game, as he wasn’t producing at all. His last goal came in a shootout, but otherwise, it’d been goose eggs for a while. He had already been moved to the fourth line and he was a mixture of anxious and angry as he left for the most recent roadie.

Losing 0-9, then 1-6 at the end really tipped him off. He came home fuming, disappointed in himself, upset with the team and the tension that was radiating through the locker room the entire time. And tired. The flight was rough. All he wanted was something to eat and then to go to bed.

He was harsh with the apartment door, slamming it upon entering, cussing at himself for slamming it, knowing you’d be on him later for it. He hadn’t even noticed you standing in the kitchen, watching him with pitiful eyes.

Of course, you knew about the season. You knew how he felt about his own performances and the teams as a whole. You knew how stressed out he’d been lately.

“Nolan?” you asked tentatively, watching as he leaned back against the door.

“What?” His voice was harsh, but you could hear the softness laced around it, trying to be calm around you.

“You know the last time you were stressed and...and you took it out on me? We can do that again if you want to.”

“Seriously?” he breathed, almost out of relief. “Baby if you’re down for it, I could really use that.”

You nodded and stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and having to stand on your toes to meet his height. “I’m here, I want to.”

“You’ll say red if you need to, right?”

“You know I would,” you said, brushing your hand through his hair, disheveled from what you could only assume was the flight.

“Fuck,” he grunted, grabbing the backs of your thighs and lifting you up, you hooking your legs around his waist.

Nolan’s lips were on yours, blindly finding his way to the bedroom. He kicked the door closed, throwing you down onto the bed, a slight smirk crossing his features as you bounced, finding a comfortable position for yourself. He wasted no time undressing you, tossing the clothes carelessly to the floor.

“Nolan, oh fuck!” You moaned as his tongue lapped at your already soaked center.

“What was that?” He asked, hand colliding with your ass, hard. You whined at the feeling, the loss of him eating you out and now the stinging pain on your bottom.

“Nolan, please?” Your sentence died off as he spanked you again, flipping you over onto your stomach.

“What’s my name?” His question had your thighs shaking. He really must’ve had a bad week. Nolan was usually on the rough side most times, but when he got like this it meant something was really wrong.

“Daddy,” you moaned, gripping onto the pillow. He rolled you back over again, giving you a quick smile before delving back between your thighs. He was quick to lift your legs over his shoulders, gripping your thighs and mouthing at your clit.

“More,” you begged, grabbing his hair and pulling at the brown locks, eliciting a moan from him. He fucked you with his tongue, his thumb flicking your clit and sending you into your first orgasm.

“Fuck, baby. You taste so good,” Nolan hummed, using his shirt to wipe off his chin. Your cheeks reddened at the sight you’d never get used to.

“How many times do you think you can cum tonight, Y/N?” He asked, his middle finger entering you.

You hummed, holding onto his wrist as he fingered you.

“Answer my question,” he demanded, sending butterflies swarming in your stomach.

“F-Four,” you stuttered, and he smirked, adding a second finger and crooking them against your g-spot. You writhed on the bed, mouth hung open in an ‘o’ shape as he pumped his finger in and out of you, his thumb brushing your clit occasionally.

“You really think only four?” He chuckled, one hand now holding your hips down, his eyes focused on your pussy and what his hands were doing to you. “I bet I could get five.”

You moaned at his statement, trying to push your hips up, but failing as he held you down. It wasn’t long before the familiar warmth grew in your stomach, the sounds coming from your lips only urging Nolan to continue, barely even slowing when you released on his fingers. It was only when you began to squirm under his touch that he pulled his fingers out, wiping the excess on his pants.

He unbuttoned his dress shirt throwing it somewhere onto the floor to join your discarded clothing. Nolan laid down on his back, pulling you over his hips, his hard-on visible through the slacks he had on, pushing up against your core.

You raised up on your knees and undid the belt and button of his pants, sliding them, along with his boxer briefs off. Nolan kicked them off his ankles, before grabbing your hips and slamming you down on his cock, the two of you crying out together in pleasure.

“Ride me, baby girl,” he ordered and you rocked your hips against his, bouncing a few times, but it clearly wasn’t enough for Nolan. He began thrusting himself into you, his hands digging into your hips hard as he fucked you. It wouldn’t surprise you if tomorrow you’d find bruises where his fingertips had been.

Nolan’s hand trailed from your hip, up to your rib, stopping to tease your breast, thumbing over your nipple until you were whimpering, before finally coming to stop at the base of your throat. You slowed down for a second to register what was happening, but with one look from Nolan, you knew exactly what he wanted. His hand tightened around your neck and you leaned into it, letting him take control.

“Cum,” he growled, his lips turning upwards into a smile at your choked moan as you came on his cock.

He let go of your throat, checking in with you quickly. “Green,” you said. He didn’t give you long to recover, pushing you face down onto the bed, his hand gripping at your shoulders as he entered you again.

“Scream baby. Want the neighbors to hear you,” he spoke, using your shoulders for leverage as he slammed into you repeatedly.

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

“Who’s fucking you?” he asked.

“Nolan,” you moaned, your breath hitching when he thrust into you harder.

“Who?”

“Daddy!” you cried.

“Good girl,” Nolan grinned and pulled out of you. “On your back,” he grunted, roughly helping you flip over. You were starting to get tired, but nowhere near your end, still willing to be there for him. You could tell the anger was beginning to fade, but he was still in his role, not ready to give it up yet.

He slammed back into you and you arched up, screaming out his name as he pounded into you. His hand rested around your throat once more and you swallowed hard, catching his eye and nodding, a silent message that meant he could do it. His grip tightened, just slightly again at first, enough for you to feel it but not enough to hurt. You moaned, closing your eyes tightly.

Gradually, he tightened his hold around your throat. The harder he fucked you, the harder his grip became, much tighter than the first time. You watched the pleasure on his face as he chased his high but you realized he was no longer paying attention, or caring how hard he was choking you.

It was getting to be too much, your airway being cut off and the feeling of his fingers squeezing against your skin starting to cause pain. “Yellow,” you rasped, grabbing his arm to try to get him to back off. The pressure on your throat immediately faded and Nolan tore his hand away, his movements stilling as he met your eyes.

“Fuck. Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, cupping your cheek with one hand as he held himself up with the other. “Shit. I’m so sorry. You okay?” he questioned again.

You nodded, taking in a deep breath. “I’m okay,” you assured. “Keep going, please?”

Nolan kissed your forehead gently, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Are you sure? We can stop, baby, it’s okay.”

“I know. I want to. Want you to cum with me, okay?”

“Fuck. Yeah. Okay,” he nodded, his hips snapping to meet yours again. He leaned down, kissing your jaw. It was slow, no longer rough but still hard enough to bring you both to the edge and falling over it, cumming together. It was closer to making love than letting him fuck his anger out with you. Nolan spoke a few apologies in your ear, you assuring him again that you were okay as you carded your fingers through his hair and you both fell out of your roles.

You were still hurting though and Nolan could tell. He carefully lifted you from the bed, carrying you down to his bathroom and starting a hot bath. He helped you get cleaned up, trying not to stare at the redness that was present on your neck.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said once more and you frowned, leaning over the edge of the tub to kiss him.

“I’m okay, Nols. Are you?”

He nodded, taking a deep breath. “I feel better. Thank you.” He kissed your forehead, dipping his hand into the water and gently splashing it onto your back. “I love you. I needed that.”

“I know you did,” you giggled.

“You promise you’re okay?”

“Tired. But you didn’t hurt me, I promise I’m fine.”

He nodded again, finally taking your word. “Ready for bed?”

“Carry me?” you asked, lifting your arms up to him which made him chuckle. He helped you out of the bath, wrapping a towel around you as he sat you on the counter. He dried you off, being extra careful when it came to your hips and your neck, gently patting those areas dry.

You fell asleep quickly, underneath the warm sheets, and curled up against Nolan’s torso, your head on his chest with his fingers gently rubbing your back, the sound of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby in your ear.

--

Nolan’s stomach sank the next morning. He woke up before you did, his smile wide when you were still in the same position you had fallen asleep in, but his eyes drifted to your neck; the red spot that was there last night had now turned into a reddish-purple bruise and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He had done that to you. He hurt you.

He felt like he was going to throw up as panic set in, wondering how on earth he was going to make it up to you, how he was going to prove that he never meant to hurt you and that he would never hurt you. It was one thing for you to have bruises on your hips or thighs, but this was your neck, a place that everybody was going to see and those bruises were there because he got too carried away last night.

He slipped out of bed quietly, thankful that his movements hadn’t woken you up. It was still early and he knew you needed the sleep. It wasn’t worth it to wake you up, so instead, he left a note on the nightstand, dressing comfortably before leaving his apartment, skipping breakfast entirely as he drove to the nearest drugstore.

Nolan got a few stares as he stood in the makeup section, reading off labels and trying to decide which brand was the best brand when to him they all looked the same. He’d watched you do your makeup hundreds of times but none of this stuff looked like the same things you had.

Nolan settled on two different types of foundations that were two different brands, three concealers, a container of setting powder and a foundation that was in powder form and not liquid form like the other two. He also found a color correcting concealer, throwing that into his basket as well.

He chose to go through the self-checkout lane, still panicky from this morning and wanting to avoid any looks from one of the checkout ladies. They were older and he was sure they didn’t know who he was, but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself in case they did know.

He really hoped to still find you asleep when he got home, but when the smell of coffee filled his nose as he stepped into the apartment, he knew you were awake and moving. “Baby?” he called, footsteps soft on the wood floor, the plastic bag rustling as he walked.

He found you in the bathroom wearing one of his shirts, stood in front of the mirror. He frowned, a sigh escaping his lips. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you. You know I would never hurt you.”

“I know, Nolan. You didn’t hurt me.”

“But, I did. Fuck. You-You had to tell me to slow down, you’ve never had to do that before,” he worried, setting the bag on the bathroom counter.

“But you didn’t hurt me,” you reassured, resting your hands against his chest. “You backed off when I told you to. And you made sure that I was okay. If you had done something seriously wrong, you know I’d tell you.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just… I love you so much and I didn’t mean to take it that far last night. Just with everything going on and I kept it all bottled up, I-I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, love. But I’m okay. Promise.” You kissed his cheek softly, letting him pull you into a tight hug and hold you for a little while. “What’s in the bag?” you spoke up, turning your head to look at him.

Nolan chuckled, pulling out the different makeup items he had bought. “Just in case you needed something to cover it up with. I didn’t really know what to get, so I got a few different brands and different types of products, hopefully, it works.”

You laughed, kissing him quickly. “Thank you, baby.”

“I can make breakfast. Any requests?”

You hummed, “Pancakes?”

“Comin’ right up.”

“Can we have breakfast in bed?”

“Of course. You finish up what you need to do in here and I will be right up with pancakes.” Nolan pulled you into another hug, resting his cheek on your shoulder, his lips gliding along your neck and jaw, making you giggle at the soft and tickling feeling.

“Hey Nol!” you called after him as he left, peeking your head out the bathroom door and catching him before he made it to the kitchen.

Nolan turned to you with a smile. “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

His smile widened. “I love you too.”

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[laurenairay]

Got Me Thinking - N. Patrick

Summary: Your boyfriend Nolan draws you a bath after a long day.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: established relationship fluff, slightly nsfw (sharing a bath).

A/N: I got inspired this morning listening to Brett Young, In Case You Didn’t Know, and I just had to write this down. 

Tagging: @danglesnipecelly​ as its her birthday (🎉🎉🎉), @chicagoblackhawkslover96​ because she needs a big hug (💖) , and @texanstarslove​ because she got me hyped up about Nolan in the first place...😘

*

Hiding your feelings around your boyfriend was hard enough on a good day, and today had been a very hard day. Emotionally, mentally...everything. You were just done with today, even though it was only early in the evening - the one thing you were looking forward to was wrapping yourself in Nolan’s arms, in the hopes that tomorrow would be better. Hopefully.

And the moment that he saw you, Nolan knew that something was wrong.

“Hard day babe?” Nolan asked, frowning.

You huffed a laugh but nodded. “You could say that, yeah,”

Nolan frowned a little harder but pulled you into his arms, letting you sink into his chest. This. This was what you’d needed all day.

“What can I do to help?” he murmured.

“Erase this day?” you suggested.

Nolan made a humming noise deep in his chest, as if he was considering it, making you laugh softly, which was probably his intention all along.

“Anything else?” he mused.

“Just keeping holding me?” you said softly.

Because to be honest? That’s all you needed.

Nolan just nodded, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Yeah I can do that. But I have a better idea for it?”

Oh?

He just smiled as you tilted your head back to look up at him, unwrapping his arms from around you to take both hands in his.

“Give me, like, 5 minutes?” Nolan asked hopefully.

As if you could ever say no to him when he looked at you that softly. “Sure,” you shrugged, smiling.

Nolan smiled a little wider, ducking his head to kiss you quickly before he jogged upstairs, making you laugh. While you waited, you kicked off your shoes and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, taking a few sips. Whatever it was, however big or small, you knew you’d like it simply by the fact that Nolan was putting in effort to do it. Who wouldn’t?

“Hey, ready?”

You turned around to see Nolan standing at the bottom of the stairs, his cheeks a little flushed.

“Of course! Are you going to tell me what the surprise is?” you grinned.

“Nope, that would ruin the surprise of it,” Nolan smirked.

Booo. You followed him upstairs anyway, letting him gently lead you to…the bathroom? You frowned up at him, but he just bit his bottom lip hesitantly, before opening the bathroom door.

Oh wow.

Nolan had drawn you a bath?

With heaps of bubbles, your favourite lavender-vanilla bath soak, and a fair few candles flickering in the dimly-lit room.

“You did all this for me?” you asked softly, still a little stunned as you looked up at him.

Who knew he could be such a romantic?

“Anything for the girl who had my heart a long time ago,” Nolan said simply.

You felt your cheeks heat up in a blush, and you rolled your eyes fondly. “Have you been reading Ryanne’s romance novels again?”

“Not since the last time,” he shrugged, unashamed.

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, earning a soft smile back. He really was so sweet.

“You’re joining me, right?” you asked, tilting your head towards the giant bathtub.

Nolan’s smile grew and his shoulders relaxed, as if he wasn’t sure whether you’d invite him. “Of course, if that’s what you want,”

You just nodded, wasting no time in unbuttoning your blouse. Nolan’s eyes darkened a little, tongue flicking out to wet his lips, but he looked away with a blush, making you smile. So sweet. The two of you stayed silent, taking off your clothes piece by piece slowly until you both stood naked, candle flames flickering shadows across your bodies. Nolan inhaled sharply as he took in the sight of your bare form, soft cock twitching a little against his thigh, before he turned and climbed into the full bath, holding out his hand. You took it with a smile, letting him guide you into the bath until you were sitting with your back to his chest, the water lapping at your breasts with his arms wrapped around your waist.

It felt so intimate and yet so natural. This wasn’t a sexually charged moment at all – rather, something tender and sweet. Just like your Nolan.

“This is perfect, thank you,” you sighed happily, relaxing into his body.

Nolan hmm’d, nuzzling at your neck, making you smile.

“I know I don’t tell you this all the time…but I do love you,” Nolan said quietly.

You couldn’t stop the burst of butterflies in your stomach, nor the way your smile widened.

“I love you too, Nolan,”

Nolan pressed a kiss to the space behind your ear, sitting a little straighter. Oh, he wasn’t done then?

“It’s more than that. You took care of me during all of my migraines. And you still take care of me now. I know I’m not the easiest person, I know exactly how mean I can get, but you always stuck by me,”

Nolan’s murmured words were mostly muffled with his face buried in your hair, but you heard him clear as day, and you squeezed his hands tight.

“Just because you get a little grumpy every now and again, it doesn’t mean I’m going to run for the hills, Nol,” you mused.

Nolan huffed, making you giggle as his breath shot through your hair, and you could feel him smile even though you knew he was trying to be serious. Time to reassure him.

“I love you just as you are, Nolan Patrick. Looking after you when you’re sick or even just having a bad day, that all comes in the package. And I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself so negatively,” you said softly, but firmly.

Nolan huffed again, although it was more of a laugh this time. “I’m working on the negative stuff,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Good,” you said, smiling, “because as cute as Grumpy Nolan is, he’s still incredibly grumpy,”

Your boyfriend just groaned, making you laugh, until that laughter turned to a gasp as he nipped the shell of your ear.

“I’ll show you grumpy,” he grumbled, nipping your ear again.

“This is meant to be a sweet romantic bath, not a teasing rile-me-up bath,” you said, a little breathless and nowhere near as scolding as you’d intended. By the feeling of Nolan’s smirk against your skin, you knew he’d noticed.

“It’s not teasing if I plan on following through…and it’s just so much fun riling you up,” Nolan murmured.

You tilted your head back to rest on his shoulder as his wet hands slid up to cup your bare breasts, your heart racing at the intimate feeling, even more so as Nolan’s pressed gentle kisses to your neck. How this guy could make your head spin with such simple actions was beyond you. All you knew was that no-one had ever affected you like he had. And he knew that too.

“We’re going to relax in here a little longer – you need the pampering. But after that…I’m going to take you to our bedroom and worship you in every way you deserve,” Nolan said softly.

You gasped again as his fingers tweaked your nipples, but relaxed into his body completely when his hands moved to wrap around your waist again. Wow, what a plan. “That sounds perfect, Nolan,” you said happily.

“Good,” Nolan said shortly, pressing a kiss to your jaw before burying his face in your hair again, “I’m crazy about you. Don’t know what I would do without you,”

With that, your heart just about melted. So you tipped your head back to look up at him with a smile.

“I love you too, Nolan,”

He just smiled, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

~

In case you didn't know

Baby, I'm crazy bout you

And I would be lying if I said

That I could live this life without you

Even though I don't tell you all the time

You had my heart a long long time ago

In case you didn't know

[slimycentre]

New chapter - N. Patrick

Y/N shares a glimpse of her life with her boyfriend Nolan as they enter a brand new chapter of their lives

warnings: talks of infertility, pregnancy, depression, plot is set around december 2021 (idk if that’s a warning or not)

word count : 1,1k

a/n: i literally have no idea what i am doing, i’ve never posted ANYTHING that i’ve written anywhere so a feedback is appreciated. just lmk if this sucks or nah, is what i am trying to say.

I have always been the person, who tried to see the best in people. Always focused on the positive and always tried to empower.

There are a lot of things people don’t see and know about Nolan.

He will be mad that I am telling on him but believe it or not, he’s actually not this tough mean guy, he presents himself to be. He’s tough, in the most inspiring and amazing way. His endurance and patience and capability to stand up over and over again, is something that I admire about him.

He’s the most soft spoken man, I’ve ever met. Although extremely mumbly, whenever Nolan talks about the things that matter to him. The things he loves. His family, his team, his love for hockey, his love for music. His eyes get this glimmer and his lips always turn upwards.

He’s extremely big hearted. He would do anything and everything for his friends. For his parents. His sisters. For me. There’s so much love, he carries inside.

We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember. And even with past partners, we’ve always managed to go to each other. For comfort, for security, for empowerment, for love.

There’s absolutely no doubt in my mind, he can do everything he puts his mind to. He’s battled and conquered injuries upon injuries, we all know that. But it’s also those personal victories. Those that he’s battled alone or those ones that we’ve battled together.

I’ve been incredibly blessed to have such a kind, unconditionally loving, understanding and caring soul as my partner.

Words cannot describe, the way I adore him.

We got together at a fairly young age but as individuals, we’ve been through so much already. The moment we got together, I only felt the power and the love for myself grow. I often want to be that independent strong woman, but I learned that I am JUST that, with him by my side.

He’s the partner, I wish every person would have. He makes me feel like I am on the top of the world. Like I am my own person. Like I am invincible.

A friend of mine told me something that I live by. “If you cannot grow with the people around you, they’re not your people.”

Nolan has never made me feel like I can’t grow. He’s never held me back. He encouraged me, cheered on me and helped me grow as a person.

But there’s a brand new role that Nolan had to take on. A role of a dad. When I found out that I was pregnant, it came as a big shock to quite literally everyone, as in my adolescence, I’ve been told it’d be very hard for me to conceive naturally. We have not been even actively trying to get pregnant, yet something decided otherwise. The moment I told Nolan, I was pregnant, it was like falling in love all over again. I knew we loved each other, but it never occurred to me, just how much we actually love each other. I expected my pregnancy to be risky and complicated, but it was the exact opposite. I’ve never experienced anything so peaceful and natural. I remember the day we found out we’re having a boy, I was probably the happiest person on this planet. I’ve prayed for a healthy child, first and foremost but deep down, I’ve hoped for a little boy. I love all of my nieces and nephews but something in me wanted to have another Patrick boy in my life.

2nd of November 2021, at 6:37 pm, my life has inevitably changed forever. We’ve been blessed with, in my eyes, the most perfect little human being, I have ever laid my eyes on. Cole Luc Patrick. I am looking at our son as I am typing this and he still amazes me, as he did the first moment I saw him. He is his dad’s son. Just one look at Nolan and Cole, you will see a man and his carbon copy in a tiny body. Nolan is taking fatherhood unlike any other first time dad, I’ve seen. Sure, we have experience, but the real thing is always completely different. His #1 priority has always been family and that has not changed, the only thing is, we now have a family of our own.

I can say with confidence, that Cole is our whole world. I’ve been hit with a postpartum depression the first 2 weeks after having our son and I am not exaggerating when I say that there were moments where I breathed for that child. And Nolan was right there with me. Holding my hand through all of this. I am so lucky to have the support system I have and very much realize that it is in fact a privilege. I have never loved so much until Nolan became my boyfriend and just when I thought that I couldn’t love more, I had Cole. My son. The person I would drop everything for. A lot of people, when they have kids, they drift apart and the only glue, holding them together, is their child/children. For myself, I can tell that I’ve never loved Nolan more than I do right now. He is the best partner, I could’ve ever asked for.

I have no idea what the world has in store for us. I don’t know, where our lives will take us. I cannot even begin to think of the obstacles and hardships that will most likely be thrown our way. Nothing in our lives has been permanent. Apartment. House. The city or even the country we live in. It didn’t necessarily change, but we have Cole now.

We both made a promise to him. We promised we would do our best to be the best parents to him. Not what other perceive as “parenting well-done”. And honest to everything good that is on this planet, Nolan is the best father Cole could ask for. Nolan had never been best at showing love through words but with his son, it comes naturally. There’s not a day he wouldn’t tell Cole, he loves him. Not a day he wouldn’t hold him close to his chest and rock him to sleep. If I ever had a doubt about him being a bad father, it went right out of the window the moment I saw them together. I’ve never seen Nolan looking and talking to someone the way he does to Cole.

My son and my boyfriend.

Two boys I can thank life for bringing them to me.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Quiet Room (Nolan Patrick)

Just a little story about finding your place. Fluff.

Note: this is actually super self indulged.

Warnings: reader has migraines too.

You weren't so convinced of it when you went to see that doctor. Your friend had talked about a friend of a friend who had the same disorder and had gone better since he saw this doctor. You weren't convinced it would work, many doctors has already told you there wasn't a solution. So you sat in there with your head down waiting for another deception and money spent on nothing when the door opened. A tall man with a cap walked with his hands on his pockets and sat next to you. It was annoying at first because there were many chairs around. You didn't know, but that man would change everything.

He was still there when you left the office, he looked at you and smiled a bit politely, but you barely got it, to be honest.

He was also there for the next appointment and again two weeks later, when you learned that you had started the treatment at the same time and we're following the same schedule.

"Hi" He mumbled and sat next to you.

It was a bad day for you. A really bad one. There was a big foggy cloud covering the left half of your vision, the thumping paying above your eye and the stiffness in your neck. Your friend had driven you there because you could barely stand without feeling dizzy. You answered back. He was late that day.

"YN, you can come in"

You nodded and grabbed your bag, then got up. As you did, everything about you started moving and for a moment you thought you would fall. Luckily, an arm around you stopped you and probably saved you for a bad hit.

"Wow, wow" His low voice was suddenly higher pitched, he had moved fast and his heart was beating hard on his chest. "Are you okay?"

The nurse that worked with the doctor came out and saw you, then hurried to help.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

They helped you inside and then the man reluctantly help you sit on the bed. You looked up at him and for the first time met his blue eyes.

"I'm good now, thank you" You muttered. "You can let go"

It was harsh, just soft words coming out of your lips. Nolan nodded a bit and removed his hands from you, still, he didn't left your side in fear you would fall or who knows what.

He stayed there for a couple of minutes, eyes crossed and brows furrowed, inspecting the doctor's work as they checked your pupils and tension.

"It has been like this all day, I'm good, it'll get better."

"YN..."

"I told you about this symptoms" You said lowering your head. "It's not just pain, everyone focus on the pain but it's not just pain"

Nolan's heart shattered when he heard your defeated tone, maybe not only for you but also for him.

"Nolan thank you for you help, but we need..."

"Ues, yes. Um... I'll be... Yes"

He nervously stomped put but something in him didn't let him go far. He wsd there when you came out.

"Thank you" You said when the door closed behind you.

"It's fine. I get dizzy sometimes too"

You nodded and lowered your eyes to the papers in your hands. "The treatment is not working" You said. "That's why they are so hard today. I had to drop my usual meds to try this and... It's not working. I'm actually not coming back. Today was the last appointment"

Nolan's heart clenched. He had kept an eye on you. He had memorized the shape of your nose and the curvature of your lips, he knew exactly the place where you had every little mark in your place and knew how you liked to spend the time in the waiting room. He hadn't talked to you nor because he didn't want but because he wasn't the greatest talking.

"Fuck... I'm so-"

"Don't be sorry. I don't need more people being sorry" You said. You weren't even angry, it didn't sound like that, just tired of trying and trying.

"Okay" He put his hands on his pockets and decided to go for it. "Do you want to have a coffee with me? When I'm done?"

You weren't sure why, but your heart beat picked up and your face heated up.

"I'm feeling pretty bad right now" You said.

Nolan clenched his jaw. Obviously you didn't want, you almost fainted like fifteen minutes ago.

"Plus... We shouldn't be having coffee" the corner of your mouth curled a bit in a smile and Nolan's expression relaxed.

"Are you up for a glass of water when you are feeling good?"

You nodded with a little smile. "Should I give you my number?"

"I think so"

He texted you the following day, but you were still in bed, then the day after you were busy and he wasn't feeling so well, then when you were finally free he was out with a bad episode. You both should have known it would be like that. But then a week and a half passed and Nolan and you met for a coffee and it was good, great even. He had his dog Charlie with him and lovey eyes when he saw you playing with the curly haired pet.

One coffee date was followed by an ice cream, then a dinner and a film. And soon you had found a comfortable dynamic for the both of you. There wasn't a tag or a name for what you had, but the feelings were strong.

"I have been thinking..."

You giggled and turned around. Nolan was sitting in the table while you cook dinner at yours. He was still sweaty and blushed from the run he had just taken. He was feeling good and hadn't had a bad episode in a while. So he had taken the opportunity.

"Was it hard?"

He rolled his eyes and flipped you off, which made you laugh loudly. He loved the sound of your laugh.

"We should move together"

The spatula you were using fell against the counter and the noise made you two cringe.

"What?"

"For how long have we been together?"

You blinked quickly and babbled while your mind tried to work the numbers.

"It was been a year and three months since you fainted on my arms." He tapped his finger on the table, his eyes blankly starring at the wood. "It's been then around a year and two months since I kissed you"

"Y-you count it"

Nolan quickly looked at you and then back at his hands. He was blushing furiously, it was ridiculous and embarrassing. There wasn't a way of hiding his reactions around you.

"I just..."

You slowly walked to him and cupped his face. As always, his muscle memory made him open his legs for you to stand between them and his hands found the curve of your knees. Your thumb ran over his lower lip and he opened his mouth for you. You leaned and captured his lips in a sweet and slow kiss, both mouths working together as his fingers caressed the back of your thighs.

The no tags, no names, no adjectives was an unspoken rule between you two. Feelings were there, they were obvious. You both knew you were in love, even if Nolan thought those were big words and he still had a hard time coming into terms with loving you. There was no one he respected more, he wanted to protect more, to take care of, to spend as much time... His problem was that sometimes he believed it wasn't the same for you. For some reason, that high place he had you in made him believe he wasn't good enough for you. Little did he know that your feelings were just as strong.

With a soft wet sound, you pulled back, smiling brightly and squeezing his cheeks together. "You and me? Together?"

His fingers gripped tightly your thighs, which made you laugh and kiss him again. "I'm not gonna leave" You whispered against his mouth. Those words only made him grab you tighter. He moved his face a bit and pressed his forehead against yours. It was kind of your thing.

"I spend more time with you than with anyone else"

"I'm kind of your girl, aren't I?"

"Still" He mumbled. "I wasn't sure you'd want"

You swallowed and pouted, your heart breaking a bit. Nolan had a strong facade. He was the serious stern man, only showing the funnier side to a very reduced and exclusive group of people, his people. It had been difficult to start talking about deeper things with him, he needed time to open to you, even when he was super attracted to you and probably happier than a little boy on a candy shop when you went out. You didn't want him to bottle up all the emotions that involved you, you wanted him to know he could trust you.

"Nolan..." You sat on his lap. "I'd love to move with you, honey. I'd really love to. Don't ever doubt it, okay?"

He cupped your face with one hand and smile satisfied when your unconsciously leaned into his touch. His thumb brushed your cheek and then your lips.

"You are so beautiful"

"You are sweaty and smelly"

He rolled his eyes.

"When was the last time you washed your hair"

"The greasy hair is a part of the-"

"No, go and wash it" You said pinching his cheek.

He brought you for another kiss and loved the sweet taste of your mouth. He didn't even care that after all this time you couldn't take his compliments.

"Come with me"

"Mhm" You hummed on his lips before diving for another deep kiss. Consecutive episodes had pushed sex and all fun for a few days and both bodies were craving it.

It was a moment to treasure because you were both aware it could be the last in a few days, so he took his time fucking you again the cold tiles and loving every single part of your body. Same to you, obviously, but his more dominant demeanor left you as the one receiving most of the time. Nolan loved giving you pleasure but his ego was too big to admit he had almost finished untouched a couple of times because of you.

"Don't do that, you always do that"

You bit your lip to not laugh and slapped his other ass cheek.

"It's just too cute and you are always walking around naked"

"There is no point getting covered with a towel when you had this just in your-"

"I get it, I get it"

You already had your pijamas and were drying your hair. The thought of moving with him had your heart beating fast. You couldn't believe he wanted you living with him.

"You are smiling" He said putting some sweats on.

"I'm happy you asked"

He crouched in front of you. "We don't need to do it now, we can wait a bit, take it slow..."

Cupping his face, you leaned to kiss his forehead and then hugged his neck. His hair smelled so good now.

"We'll look for the right place, okay? For you and I and all the dogs we can fit in"

You felt his laugh against your neck. "All the dogs you want"

You kissed his cheek and nuzzled your nose against his cheek, again, he pressed his forehead on yours. It was the slight push he did what you loved the most. It was his secret way of saying he loved you without actually saying it.

"Let's go and eat. I'm starving" He said after a while and got up to pull another of his hoodies from your wardrobe.

"Half of your clothes are here"

"And half of yours are at mine"

"We just need a place to keep them all, don't we? "

He nodded and guided you by the hand.

The whole getting a place together started good. Scrolling on the internet was easy, making Pinterest mood boards was fun, looking for furniture on IKEA was cool. But for weeks, plans went nowhere. Every appointment you made to go and see had been cancelled.

"Um... I've talked to Marcus, he lives down street and has a couple of houses he can-"

"I'm not feeling good today" He said.

You had gotten used to this, mood changes were also a big thing for you. It wasn't easy to keep a smile when pain was so intense. But Nolan could be extra sharp. Most of the times it was even his words, it was his tone.

"Oh, sorry. Um... I was gonna..." You cleared your throat and ran your hand over you face. "Do you need me to bring you anything?"

"I need to be alone"

You covered your mouth for a second to not sob. You weren't feeling good either, you didn't have a headache yet but you knew it was coming. You could feel it and your sight was so good.

"Okay. I'm sorry to bother, Nolan."

You didn't give him time to say anything, you just hang and he groaned. The pain was drilling on his brain right above his eyes. He had vomited too much already. He was feeling truly awful. There wasn't a single piece of food on his body and even though he knew he had to drink, he wasn't feeling good enough to go and grab water.

"Maddie"

"You sound awful"

"I feel awful"

"What's wrong?"

"YN"

"YN? Is she..."

"Upset. I know she is upset."

"What have you done?"

"Upset her"

"How? For fuck sake, Nols. She is the only one that can stand you."

Nolan rolled on the bed and curled on his side.

"I asked her to move together somewhere."

Maddie squeaked but then apologized. The damn sound had crossed her brother's brain like a lightning.

"Did she say yes?"

"She did."

"But"

"But I'm not sure it's a good idea"

He heard the loud sigh coming from the other side.

"Why?"

"Because... Every time we booked an appointment we had to cancel because either her or me were feeling bad. That's how life will be. We couldn't have our first coffee until days later because of the fucking migraine. How are we going to live a life like that?"

Maddie groaned.

"Just like you are doing now, Nolan"

"It would be easier if she was fine"

The thought had just crossed his mind and Maddie almost didn't let him finish the sentence.

"You are a fucking asshole for thinking that. You, better than everyone else, should know how she feels like. Nolan, you better fix this because this is the best thing you will ever find."

"I don't know what to do"

"Nolan, she adores you, she takes care of you like no one. You need her"

"I don't-" But who was he trying to fool? He fucking need you.

"And she needs you"

Nolan closed his eyes as if it would stop the tears from falling.

"You love to take care of her"

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"I'll fix it"

"Wait until the episode it's over"

"Yes"

"Call me if-"

"I know"

It was pretty scary to receive a call from your best friend the following day. He had started to feel better and was planning how to go to see you.

"Sam"

"Nolan, do you know something about YN?"

"Um... No"

"No?"

It was strange because you two were flesh an bone. Everyone was amazed to see how sweet Nolan could be around you, how you had gotten him to seek for your touch in public, to lean to joke and laugh closer to you... When you were together, it was as if you two were the only ones in the room.

"I have been out for a couple of days"

"Oh. I thought she would be with you"

"S-she is not" Nolan cleared his throat. "But I was gonna go to hers in a bit"

He heard your friend sighing in relief. If they only knew it was a lie...

Nolan brushed is thumb over that spot on his forehead and bit his lip. Maybe something had happened to you. Maybe you were having a bad episode and had fainted. Maybe the nausea was so bad you couldn't get up. Maybe...

"Yeah, I'm gonna get going"

"Okay. Thank you, Nolan"

"It's nothing"

He shouldn't have driven when he hadn't recovered completely, but there was a knot on his stomach and fear drove him. He knew were you hid the key and let himself in. It was tidy but dark. The silence was too dense and there wasn't signs of life on your flat. But he knew where to find you.

You whined when the door cracked opened, that awful sound felt like it could make your ears bleed. You pressed your hands harder to your temples and for a second the pain calmed, but then it came back and you sobbed.

Nolan had taken his shoes off to not be too noisy, he was trying to control his breath and not trip with the stuff on your floor. It was a mess but he couldn't ask for more.

"YN"

Your sobs ceased. Who were you expecting? You didn't even know. Probably not him. You thought he was in bed. Maybe you had unlocked another level of symptoms and you were imagining things. You thought he wanted to be alone, that you were a bother.

"YN, babe"

You felt the bed dipping next to you and his warm hand over your arm.

"Nolan" You whimpered.

"Do you need something?" He asked with a knot on his throat.

Him. You only needed him.

"I-I don't know"

"Have you had your meds?"

You wouldn't tell him that you had cried yourself to sleep and that had caused the migraine. You wouldn't tell him that you felt so awful that you couldn't even get up from bed.

"N-no"

"Why?"

He only realized how harsh it had been when you squirmed away from his touch.

"S-sorry" He mumbled. "It's too late to have them now. Do you want to try with painkillers to see if they help?"

You both knew it wouldn't help. But it was the only thing you could try.

"Okay"

Nolan brushed your hair out of your face, taking into your tired features in the dim light.

"I'll be back in a second."

Nolan tried to be quick and ignore his own pain. Maybe it was the nerves, but he was feeling how he was walking steps back.

"Hey, let's sit up"

His big and gentle hands helped you sit straight and steady. Your head was turning and you couldn't see well. You drank with his help and then sniffed and leaned into his side.

"I'm with you, I've got you" He mumbled in your hairline between soft kisses. "Food?"

You shook your head.

"Okay" He kissed your temple. "A bit more water and then you lay" He helped you with everything before letting you fall back on the pillow.

He observed you for a bit. You had curled on your side, hand pressing the back on your neck looking for some relief. Soon, he was in bed pressing a cold pad on your forehead, keeping you on his arms and doing his best to help you calm down. His warmth was your favourite thing to feel when you were feeling like this, it was grounding and his heartbeat was always a good distraction from the pain. Your hand was gripping hard on his ribs and your knee hooked around his thigh.

"How bad is it?"

"8"

He kissed your hair.

"It will pass. I'll take care of you meanwhile, I'm not leaving you alone"

There wasn't anything in the world he wanted more than to be there for you. He hated the idea of you being alone like this. When he wanted to be alone during episodes, you felt more comfortable knowing someone was there for you just in case.

"Nolan" You whispered so long after. It had gone dark and the cold pad had melted and was forgotten on the nightstand. He had given you water, drank some himself, brought little snacks for you to eat and also for him to fill his empty stomach. He stayed with you and calmed you down when the pain made you broke down crying.

"Mhm"

"How are you?"

You question surprised him. He looked down at you, he could barely see your face anymore, but he had it memorized so he could made up your features in the dark.

"I'm fine"

"No, you came here in the middle of and episode"

"I'm better" He mumbled.

"Thank you"

"For?"

"Coming here"

You felt like a liability when you hung that call, you felt too much, you felt awful, you felt like you couldn't respect his limits. Him coming for your help had been a huge thing for you.

Nolan moved a bit and trapped you on a big bear hug. Your leg was around his waist, his was up and pressed against yours, your arms were around his torso and his were around your shoulders.

"I'm here for all of it"

Nolan wasn't a big cheek-kisser, his height and personality made him more of a head/forehead kisser. But in that moment he went for a hundred kisses in your cheek, making your skin warm under his lips and the first smile in the day appear in your lips.

"I'm for the good and the bad days"

You squeezed your eyes shut. "I thought you- you didn't want me around and- we are trying to move in together and..."

"The pain makes me not want anyone around, but eventhough I know that I need you" He said. "I'm sorry I was a dick"

Your nuzzled your head on the crock of his neck and he threaded his fingers through your head.

"I'm always there for you, Nols. Don't push me away, please"

His hand traveled down your waist and gripped your hip tight.

"I won't"

You cupped his face and kissed his lips, tasting the chocolate from the cereal bar. He hummed in your mouth and pushed his body into yours. "Can I?" He asked on your lips. "Are you feeling good enough?" He asked brushing your neck with his big hand.

"Please..."

Days passed and you visited the first places, no one seemed good enough. But the feeling of walking around the empty houses hand in hand with Nolan and watching the different places was the greatest thing you've felt. He showed a hidden part of himself, he was talkative and had so many ideas, almost matching you and all of yours.

"What do you think?" He asked on your ear. His arm was around your shoulder and your back was against his chest. You were playing with his fingers and already picturing the sofa of your dreams in that corner of the living room.

Elena, the seller, had given you some time.

"I think it's good." You said.

"Only good?"

You looked up at him.

"Better than the others" You giggled.

"I think it's great."

"As great as..."

"As great as I want to live here with you"

An incredible joy was over you and you jumped to hug his neck. Laughing, Nolan hugged you tight but wasn't quick enough to gram his cap, the one you had knocked out of his head. He was laughing out of pure happiness. He had never felt better with you on his arms. He brought your head back and kissed your lips hard and deep. He would make love to you in that room empty if it wasn't for the woman waiting for you to make a decision. When you pulled back, he put you down again.

"So?"

"We keep it"

Ellen helped you with the contracts. It would start as a renting house with the option of buying it after two years. Any of you wanted to buy a house now, it was a huge step and you sill weren't sure how life together was. But having that future possibility of staying here forever, in your forever home that was also your first home together gave you a sweet ticklish feeling in your belly.

"Three bedrooms it's more than what you first asked for. I know you asked for a two rooms house" Ellen explained. The two rooms was only for visits, you wanted to have a guest room just in case anyone need to stay, but three wasn't that bad. Plus, you already had ideas floating around your mind. "But the price it's worth it"

"Yeah, we are good with it" Nolan mumbled. He already wanted the keys, pack and bring everything here. He would do it in the meantime of the night if he could.

You smiled at him and patted his tattooed thigh.

You should have known how hard moving would be. The first step had been packing everything and select what you would keep and take to your shared home. It took a couple of weeks and was so frustrating. Then, an awful week for Nolan interrupted everything. You tried to use the time he was in bed to clean around the house, but pain threatened you with the same a couple of times and you had to slow down.

"We should hire someone for painting the walls" He said one night when you were having dinner. Your apartment was full packed, the sofa was wrapped in plastic and the chairs where pulled in a corner. Your mattress was already in the guest room and your clothes in boxes. You only kept the summer ones in a suitcase in a corner of Nolan's bedroom.

"But-"

"We can't use air freshener because the smell knocks you out, YN. Paint won't be different. Plus, you look exhausted" He cupped your check lovingly. "I know a guy, he is friends with my dad."

You nodded a bit. Painting with Nolan had been in your check list for the new house, but he was right.

"And we should leave the guest room and put everything together once we are there." He added.

You pouted. "Nols..."

"Don't Nols me. If we also build the guest room now it will take us at least another week being positive."

You frowned and crossed your arms on the table, making yourself small and lowering your head. The whole process wasn't as Disney-like as you hoped it would be. You were working int he house in separate ways, almost not sharing time in there together and taking the moments you were both feeling good to buy stuff and plan things.

"Hey, don't cry. Come here, love"

He pushed his chair back and patted his thighs. You didn't need to be told twice. You moved and sat on his lap, curling yourself on it and falling on his embrace.

"It's frustrating" You sniffed.

"I know. But if we do it this way we could be living there in a couple of weeks" He explained. "And you will have your own wardrobe and not a suit case, and all your things and your blankets and we won't have to move around jumping boxes"

"You are sweet. The sweetest. I wish everyone could know that"

"I only show those I love"

You bit your lip. It was the first time he referred to loving you. He had never used the word love around you, even though you knew well he did.

"Look at me"

You did.

"Things don't go like wevd love to. I've learnt it the hard way. Maybe we can build the house as we planned it, but I'm happy to share this with how, however the migraine let us do it"

You pouted again and pressed your forehead against his. "That's the sweetest and longest thing I've ever heard you say"

"Can't you just take it and not joke about it?"

"You are just so sappy" You giggled between tears. He dramatically rolled his eyes. "If I knew you weren't always all serious and deadpan I wouldn't have gone to that date"

"Can be serious and deadpan if you ask for it"

This whole talk had made him flush, with was your favorite thing of him. You kissed his cheeks and then his lips.

"I'm sorry I got like this, it's been difficult"

He caressed your hair. "I know"

You hid on his neck and closed your eyes. "I'm happy I'm doing this with you"

A week and a half later, the house was painted and the furniture was already pilled in the living room.

"Can you believe this, Charlie?" You asked the sweet dog. "You have your own corner even before mum and dad have a bed"

Nolan looked up from the box he was unpacking. Mum and Dad. A smile crept to his lips and Maddie, who was helping you, caught him. He rolled his eyes and flipped her off, which only made her laugh.

"That reminds me, did you brought the..."

"There"

"And..."

"next to the table"

"And..."

"In the car"

"You have everything, don't you?" You asked making him blush.

"Well, I want to make it quick"

Maddie laughed and walked past her bother. Seeing him so in love was actually pretty entertaining. She stayed and helped you unpacking. It was also a big help with the guest room and you could finish only in a few days.

"Hey, it looks good" Nolan said. He had caught you staring at the walls again.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I like that one" He pointed at the picture. It was from your first camping trip together. He kissed you temple and you smile turned as beautiful as the one in the picture.

You turned and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Nolan"

"Mhm"

"Thank you for not letting me fall that day at the clinic. The treatment was bullshit but at least I met you and... I still have the stupid migraines fucking my life, but... I have you to deal with it by my side and-"

He cut you with a kiss. He couldn't remember if he was a slow kisser before or had just become one with you, but he wanted them to least the longest possible.

"I will do it again" He mumbled "All of it"

You smiled and closed your eyes. He kissed your forehead.

The house was finished only a few days later and you gave yourselves a day to warm on it before having some people over. To be honest, Nolan wanted that day to fulfill the lastest dreams he had been having. Then, the following day, you had your closest friends and family over.

"Nols"

"Here"

You carefully opened the door. He was sitting on his heels in from of the wc, the big body looked so small now.

"Love..."

"I'm fine"

You put your hands on his shoulders and leaned down to help him with his hair.

"Okay, what do you need?"

"A second"

You kissed his temple and decided that yes, those ideas you had in mind made sense. You needed Maddie's help.

"Meds?"

"Please"

You got up and took the meds from the cabinets. Then filled a cup of water and passed them to him.

"I'm good. I was just feeling really dizzy"

"Lay down for a bit" With a wet towel you cleaned the sweat on his face. "It's better"

"I can hear them from our bedroom"

You kissed the side of his head and hugged him to your side tight.

"We'll stay here then"

"The party..."

"I'm good here"

So Nolan curled against you and closed his eyes, enjoying the silence the bathroom gave.

"Five minutes"

You smiled and kissed his head. "Okay"

He was out of town for a few days, needing to fix a few things. Maddie stayed with you, mostly because he asked her to stay just in case you had an episode. It was terrifying for him ti imagine you alone in the new house with a terrible episode. He didn't know that you and his sister had a busy couple of days.

Nolan felt truly homesick for the first time in that hotel room. Now he had a place to come back with his favorite person in the world. He had his own home, but not like the one he had before. He had a home to come back with a person he really seek to go back too. Before, it was all an I'll go home and rest and tomorrow I'll visit YN. Now, it was all an I want to go back and watch films at home with YN.

When Nolan opened the door, Maddie was already gone, she had her own stuff to do so you didn't want to keep her there for longer. He heard a loud squeak and many swears that left him curiously waiting by the door.

"YN?"

"Wait!"

"Where is Charlie?"

Charlie ran in to say hi to his dad, who received him with many belly rubs.

"Where is mum, bud?"

"Right here"

He looked up and his damn cheeks turned a red shade of pink. You were only wearing one of his big old t-shirts and a big smile.

"Oh, hi" He said with a smirk.

"Don't look at me like that. There is something"

"Something"

"A surprise"

His smirk grew.

"Under that old t-shirt"

"No, perv" You cupped his face and gave him a quick kiss. "Welcome. Follow me"

Halfway through the corridor, you covered his eyes and he only laughed.

"This is when you kill me to inherit all my wealth"

"Sure thing"

You were nervous but didn't show it a single bit. "Okay Patty"

You killed his shoulder.

"I hope you like this"

You uncovered his eyes and the first thing he could focus on was a sign in the door. Nolan's quiet room. It was handmade in your favorite crafting. He frowned and looked around. It was the last room. The one you hadn't found a use for yet.

"What's this?"

You bit your lip and opened the door. He walked in slowly. A bed, thick curtains and blinds in the window, a puff, Migraines emergency kit, a mini-fridge, a thick carpet, blankets, pillows...

"YN, what is this?"

You swallowed and grabbed his hands. "This is for you, a little cave. I know you need some alone time when you are not feeling good and that the house and the street can be a little too noisy so... Maddie and I built this for you these past days. You have the carpet so I can walk in and not bother, your earplugs and pads and everything on the kit, for in there, water on the mini-fridge, there are meds I'm those drawers, clothes, blankets, the curtains so this can get 100% dark, the put this weird thing in the walls to cover the noise a bit more and-"

He cut you with a kiss. Years of injuries after injuries and no one had ever done something so big for him. Soon, your back was pressed against the wall and his lips were devouring yours.

"Mmm, Nols-" You parted with big eyes and burning face and panting out of breath.

"I love you" He simply said.

Any of you realized that it was the first time he said that. It was so obvious that he never felt the need to word it. But now it was on his chest and it had slip out. Your eyes had ears and you were smiling. His hands were cupping your face and they felt so warm. You had missed him these days. The house was empty without him.

He kissed your lips but softly this time. "Can I take you out?"

"Do you have to ask your girlfriend on a date?"

"Don't remember asking you to be my girlfriend?"

You frowned and slapped his chest. "Asshole"

"Are you my girlfriend?"

"I hope so"

He chuckled and kissed you once more. "Do you wanna go out for dinner?"

"Perfect"

Because when you were both feeling good, the only thing you wanted was to make the most of it.

You weren't expecting the gears on his mind working so quick. He caught you by surprise, big hand on your eyes and his arm around your body cautiously guiding you.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Shhh"

His heart had never beaten so erratic. He was truly nervous. He was truly worried of your reaction. But then he uncovered your eyes and you gasped. That small and soft gasped he loved on you so much, all surprise in your face and your lips discretely curling in a smile.

YN and Nolan's quiet room.

Your name was way more clumsily written but he tried his best.

"Nols..."

"Go in"

Inside, the room was the same but slightly different. Your weighted blanket, you neck pillow, your blindfold, your earplugs, your meds box and all your other items.

"Nolie..."

"I know you need comfort and being taken care of. And that I get really grumpy when I'm having migraines and maybe I can push you away. It's not because I don't want you. It's just... It takes the worst out of me. Still... This is for us. For us to hide for the world, okay? I want to take care of you and let you take care of me and it meant a lot that you built this for me. So... I made it also yours."

"I love you" You blurted out. "So much. And I can't believe how vocal you are recently. But I love it and you are the best thing that ever happened to me"

He rolled his eyes and hugged you tight. "I hope we don't have to use this as much, but... Here it is and... Just for you and me"

"You and me. I like it" You circled your arms around his neck and he lifted you from the floor.

"Only like it?"

"Love it"

[hockeyboysimagines]

Happy New Year!

You all have been so amazing. You were so patient with my long hiatus, supportive of my return, and did so much to grow this blog this year. Pat yourselves on the back. Without you, I wouldn’t be writing like I am today, so for that thank you🤍 from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.

All that being said, what are some things you wanna see in 2024? Send me in some asks that include-

New additions to my Who I write for.( Please check list, and completed projects before requesting to make sure I haven’t already done it)

New projects to add to existing storylines.

New prompts for blurbs.

A 1K followers celebration? I’m at 990.

Anything else!

Please let me know! So excited for what this year holds with all of you🤍

Just a reminder, blurbs are open for today only to celebrate the new year, so make sure you send some in. I’ve already received a few. They’ll be completed throughout the week. Can’t wait to see what you all send in!

[tapedsleeves]

Part 2 of going through my AO3 history and reccing a couple from each month. Take this Journey of the past year with me, I hope you enjoy these recommendations.

part 1

July

Bonus Fandoms: Shardlake, The Mummy, & Check Please! 

 wrapped up in her satin and lace by blaahaj

3850 words, E, Connor McDavid / Leon Draisaitl

Rule63, lesbians, strapons!!!

when you find out by nymhciv

10779 words, E, Leon Draisaitl / Connor McDavid

Beer League, exhibitionism

evil bad eric series by anonymous

9166 words, 5 works, E, Jeff Skinner / Eric Staal

Rape / non-con, temporary character death & revivification, blood and dore. Dead dove do not eat. 

why can't it be like that by lurlur

24307 words, 2 works, E Vince Dunn / Adam Larsson

Breakup / makeup fic, angst, hurt / comfort

dare not speak its name by bruinss

42622 words, E, Jonathan Drouin / Nathan Mackinnon

BDSM Au, first time - tradsub Jo

Thicker Than a Velvet Ring by anonymous

3319 words, E, Jeremy Swayman / Linus Ullmark

Handfeeding, kneeling

August

Bonus Fandoms: Daredevil & The Bikeriders 

it's not a new wave, it's just you and me by sphesphe

16331 words, E, Patrice Bergeron / Brad Marchand

Non-traditional omega, dom/sub au, pining

but close aint close enough by lagerlout

6363 words, E, Leon Draisaitl / Connor McDavid

Pregnancy kink, feminization, ethical non-monogamy

Animus by toxotes

28285 words, M, Travis Konecny / Nolan Patrick

Curse AU

grind'r verse by whitchbhitch

28686 words, 2 works, E, Travis Konecny / Nolan Patrick

Loss of virginity, commitment kink, consensual somnophilia

good choices, all around series by shamrockette

15042 words, E, 2 works, Thatcher Demko / Quinn Hughes

Grindr, Getting together

from high hopes to the ground by anonymous

23291 words, T, Morgan Barron / Josh Morrissey

Supernatural, haunted house, pod-person replacements

September

Bonus Fandoms: Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency & Kingsman

the curious mating habits of the homo sapiens hockii by nasobem

7505 words, E, Tim Stutzle / Brady Tkachuk

Coming out, obvlivious

with my feelings on fire (guess i'm a bad liar) by crispierchip

27176 words, E, Tyson Barrie / Gabe Landeskog

Accidental mpreg, getting together fwb to lovers

Blooming by canary

42375 words, M, Kent Johnson / Owen Power

Accidental mpreg, getting together, alpha/beta/omega dynamics

rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints  by anonymous

32861 words, E, Jack Eichel / Connor McDavid

Jack Eichel Trade discussions

quarters halves and wholes by ladyeggplant

23040 words, E, Mathew Barzal / Anthony Beauvillier

Vacation fic, getting together

October

Bonus Fandoms: Star Trek & Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Amongst Thieves

Earn It by Hooked_from_Behind

1704 words, E, Jonathan Droun / Nathan MacKinnon

trans!Jo, masturbation, videos

next one by cuprun

3809 words, E, Connor McDavid / Evgeni Malkin

Proxy fucking

Becoming Who We Are by Anonymous

13456 words, E, Nico Hischier / Jack Hughes

Grinder Fic, sexting, idiots to lovers, mistaken identity

In Your Wildest Dreams by TheSeventhL

2705 words, T, Leon Draisaitl / Connor McDavid

Wet dreams, miscommunication

Taking care of you by tigragrece

1107 words, G, Connor Bedard / Victor Wembanyama

Fluff, comfort

Lose some, Win some by Nasobem

5669 words, E, Tim Stutzle / Brady Tkachuk

Mistaken identity, miscommunication, first time

November

Bonus Fandoms: Merlin & Ready or Not

Zenith by devils

4732 words, E, Nico HIschier / Jack Hughes

Mating cycles, angst, knotting

The MoJoe Show (On The Road) Season 2 by pushingtothedge

42822 words, E, Moritz Seider / Joe Veleno

Pining, fwb to lovers, jealousy

got my finger on her trigger by creamsicle_melt

6063 words, E, Jonathan Drouin / Nathan MacKinnon

Rule63, cunnilingus, size kink

Sentinel Caps by Ferritin4

9361 words 2 works, E, Nicklas Backstrom / Alexander Ovechkin

Sentinel AU, teasing, slow burn

I like your face by CanadianAsPuck

1567 words, G, Thomas Chabot / Josh Norris

Getting together, drunk confessions

you make me happy by CanadianAsPuck

8561 words, T, Thomas Chabot / Josh Norris

Josh Norris injury, mutual pining, getting together

bottle up by selkiefinalist(sarcangel)

924 words, T, Colby Armstrong / Sidney Crosby

Hockeybot colby

It's not really gay panic (if you're embracing it) by dharma_club

5467 words, E, Erik Johnson / Nathan MacKinnon 

Rule63, bad at flirting, idiots to lovers

December

Bonus Fandoms: Arcane

wait a year by daiisysusan

16813 words, E, Quinn Hughes / Brady Tkachuk

Miscommunication, getting married, didn’t know they were dating

What're We Doing Here? By jtmikay

35075 words, T, Connor Bedard / Kevin Korchinski

Pining, slow burn, kissing

from this day forward by greenteam

91664 words, 2 works, E, Nico HIschier / Jack Hughes, Nico Hischier / Jonas Siegenthaler, Nico Hischier/Jonas Siegenthaler/Jack Hughes, Jack Hughes/Jonas Siegenthaler

Slow burn, royal au, arranged marriage au, getting together, bodyguard 

une ivresse qui m'anéantit by puckthisshift

5746 words, E, Thomas Chabot / Josh Norris

Selective bisexuality, sexuality crisis

bro-me is where the heart is by ladyeggplant

23308 words, E, Casey Cizikas / Matt Martin 

Farmstead AU, slow burn

As Above, So Below by Lurlur

200 words, G, Zamboni / Jumbotron

Love, romance, poetry

[hockeyforthefirsttime]

Speechless- Nolan Patrick

AN: Is the ending literal trash? yes, do i care at this point? also yes, but not enough

Word count: just over 3k

TW: none that I can think of, but let me know if i need to tag something:)

i

Nolan is definitely bored at the bar. He is out and supposed to be celebrating a win, but third wheeling with Tavis and Karly, simply is not fun. Not that it ever has been, but as he watches them laugh at each other on the dance floor.. well he takes a deep sigh and an even deeper swig of his beer. Some of the team is gathered around the bar ordering another round of drinks, and as he is scanning the crowd a woman walks in front of him, making him look up at her. 

And stop dead in his thoughts. 

She is wearing jeans that cling to her curves just right, a deep magenta top that seems to wrap around her stomach, before it reveals a little more than he can handle, and he looks up at her and sees the ghost of a smile on her lips. She isn’t looking at him though. She seems to be looking into the crowded dance floor, and Nolan desperately wants to know who she is looking for. 

In any other situation like this, he would have swept her off of her feet and wouldn’t have put her down until they’d reach his bed. But her obliviousness to him has knocked him off balance it seems. 

“Hey Patty, me and Karly are gonna head home. Want a ride?” 

Travis comes up to Nolan, Karly in tow and the mysterious girl moves with a quiet sorry and a fleeting smile. Nolan can feel his eyes drift after her before he meets Travis’ eyes, which are brimming with amusement. 

“Nah, I’m good.” 

He answers, and Travis bursts out laughing. 

“What, so you can sit here and stare like some kind of creep the rest of the night?” 

Nolan sees Karly gently shoving on Travis, also having noticed Nolans lingering gaze. 

“As opposed to going home in the same car as you two rabbits? No thank you.” 

Travis and Karly bid their goodbyes as the rest of the team and their significant others appear back at the table. Nobody seems to take notice of the Nolans distantness though, pinning it down as just his Philly personality. Nobody really sees him staring at this girl dancing in vans and a pink top. 

As the song ends he watches her go up to the bar, so in normal Nolan fashion he gets up and heads in that direction. He takes a look down at his watch and in a second, a split fucking second, she is gone. 

ii

He’s so fucking tired. The game last night had been decent. They’d won in overtime and Nolan had the assist, yet he keeps going over the chances he had and the chances he missed making in his head. Driving to the rink is dreary but even more so than usual. It’s not until he stops at a red light that he wakes up. He’s supporting his head on his left arm and looking out the passenger seat window. His eyes widen when he sees who is in the beaten up truck next to him. 

The girl from the bar three weeks ago. She has her hair down her shoulders and is looking at him through her own window. When she catches his eyes, she gives him a wink. As if she recognizes him. And if this was anyone else he might have given her a half smile, or even a wink back. But no. He can feel his cheeks heating up and getting rosy. God how he wishes he could be as confident as he usually is. The girl in the other car seems to be laughing a little, a smile on her lips. Nolan swears she starts slipping away from view, and in that second he remembers. He’s at a fucking red light. Except it isn’t red anymore, made obvious by the boisterous truck behind him, basically laying on his horn. 

Quickly he presses his foot down on the gas pedal and looks for the beaten up truck, which is nowhere to be seen. 

iii

It’s still winter and Nolan for some reason unknown to him decides to take a walk in the park not far from his apartment. He blames it on his restlessness, which stems from sitting inside the entire weekend. It’s nearing Christmas time and the main section of the park is covered in fairy lights and christmas decorations. There’s even a stand that sells hot chocolate. 

He buys a cup, puts in his earbuds and starts walking. It is nice out, he decides, with all the people out enjoying the snow on the ground. There are even some kids out rolling big snowballs, which turn into snow men and women. He feels a sudden wave of content roll over him. And a smile subconsciously finds its way onto his lips.

Nolan walks a little further, and doesn’t really stop, until a ball of golden fur is at his feet, almost making him trip. The wagging tail is making the entire body of the dog move and he catches himself smiling and taking out one of the earbuds. Immediately he hears the voice of a girl shouting. 

“Akira!”

The dog at his feet, looks around eagerly as her owner sprints up to him. And Nolan can hardly believe his luck. It is the bar girl. 

“I’m so sorry, she usually doesn’t run off like that.” 

And judging by her attire she is out for a jog, which would explain how out of breath she is. Quickly she pulls a leash out of her pocket and hooks it onto Akira’s harness. 

“Oh there’s no worries.” 

Nolan manages to stutter out. He sees a little smirk on her lips and curses his reddening cheeks for being so obvious. He bends his head a little and scratches Akira behind her ears. The golden retriever leans into his touch and a soft chuckle escapes the girl standing in front of him. 

He is just about to ask the girl her name when a phone starts ringing. It’s hers. Quickly, from another pocket, she pulls out a phone and answers it. He watches with steady eyes as a frown starts to grow on her face. 

“Fuck, okay yeah, I’ll be home in a few.” 

She hangs up the phone and pockets it, before she turns to look at him again. With a wink she turns around and Akira follows. 

“See you around Shy Guy!”

And just like that she’s gone. His chocolate is no longer hot, so he tracks back to his apartment, with discouragement sitting in his chest like a rock.

iiii

The Starbucks is so full, the line goes through the door and that’s the reason why Nolan doesn’t even consider entering it. He turns and treks back a block until he sees this quaint little cafe he’s never really noticed. Which is no surprise, because it seems to be mostly inhabited by students. With the amount of computers and books up at the cafe tables and its location closer to UPenn it should come as no surprise. 

And maybe he gets a little hopeful that the bar girl will be there, so despite his logical mind, he enters through the glass doors and goes straight to the counter. The boy has to be around his own age, but a fair bit skinnier and with glasses on. It makes him look a bit too young in Nolan's eyes, but it doesn’t really matter. 

“Hey, what can I get you today?” 

The young boy asks as he wipes down the counter. 

“Ehh, just a large black coffee, please.” 

Nolan says and pulls out his wallet. He doesn’t completely register the bell over the door ringing, not until the gust of cold air washes over him. Instinctively he turns and spots a smaller frame entering the cafe. A hoodie over their head and a black jacket, lightly dusted with quickly melting snow.  And a pair of beaten up, black vans on their feet. His hopes rise, and yet again he is rewarded with the presence of the bar girl. She shakes out her hair a little as she pulls the hood off of her head. Nolan could swear his heart stopped right there. The evening sun shines through the window, making her hair appear as a halo around her. 

She hasn’t noticed him yet. So he turns and tries to calm his blush. The guy behind the counter has begun making his coffee so he doesn’t really know what to do. The bar girl comes up behind him. He can tell by the way the barista nods at her with a smile. 

“Hey Dylan, how are you today?” 

And Nolan is instantly a bit jealous of this Dylan, who gets to hear his name falling from her lips. 

“I’m good Rory, thanks, how are you?” 

Dylan answers, and it feels like his heart is in his throat. Her name is Rory? It suits her. 

“Could be better to be honest, this paper on existence due next week is really kicking my ass.” 

She answers as she comes closer, and Nolan moves further up the counter to give them room. 

“Tell me about it, you want the usual?” 

She nods and slings her backpack off one shoulder to unzip a pocket, and pulls out a card. Dylan finishes Nolan's order and places it on the corner of the counter. Nolan can feel his chance slip through his fingers and begins to panic a little. 

Until he spots a pen on the counter near his cup. Quickly he grabs it and scribbles his name and number on the cup. And he couldn’t have cued it better for AV to call him. He puts the cup down again and picks up the call. 

“Nolan, have you looked over the videos yet?”

Alain, straight to the point as usual. 

“Yeah, saw them yesterday, and I have some ideas in mind for me to improve.” 

He speaks into the phone, while he puts a hand on the back of his neck. 

“Good good, I will see you tomorrow then?” 

“Yes, sir. Bright and early.” 

And then they hang up. He sees that another cup has appeared beside his. He throws a quick glance at Rory, who is still talking to the barista,  and turns his cup the other way so the writing isn’t visible and grabs her cup. Then, he nods a goodbye to Dylan and exits the door. 

He’s almost half a block away when his phone rings. He hasn’t drunk out of the cup, but it smells a little sweet and enticing. He looks at the phone and sees an unknown number. He lets it ring twice more before answering.

“Hey, this is Nolan?” 

He tries to sound nonchalant. 

“Hey, Shy guy. This is Rory. You didn’t by any chance grab my coffee on the way out?” 

Despite the fact that he doesn’t actually know her, he swears he can hear a smile over the phone. And he is a little bit shocked by the nickname. 

“Oh, so this is who it belongs to?”

She lets out a little chuckle, before she answers. 

“Yeah, mind returning it?” 

He smiles at the laugh. 

+1

Nolan is different, not that he will admit it, but the team can tell. He seems to be more patient, more focused on practicing drills and getting them right, and also for some reason, more ready for practice to be over. At first it’s a subtle change, but after a while and two games where he plays over all very well, it seems to be more than just determination. It seems like he wants to impress someone. 

At first they shake it as him wanting to prove himself to.. well everyone. But one day when Oskar asks him who he is texting so frequently, Nolan can feel his cheeks and ears tint even more than usual. Damn her and the effect she has on him. He tries to play it cool with a casual shrug, but half the locker room seems to burst out laughing. Quickly he puts his phone in his pocket and heads for the door. 

“Have a good weekend guys!” 

He calls out behind him out of habit, as it is a weekend without games and he is taking a short trip home. Various chirps get called out behind him, but Teeks seems to be the loudest one. 

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” 

And all hell breaks loose as they all start on chirping Travis about how he can do anything then. With a fond smile, Nolan heads for his car, where he has a pre- packed bag as well as his passport and a carryon. 

He parks his car in the airport parking lot and he swears, there is something familiar about the truck beside his car. He shoves it to the back of his mind and starts crossing to the terminal. He’s late tho, and only half an hour to get on his flight, so as he anxiously stands in line for check in he pulls up his phone and sees a new text from Rory.

Hey, I’ll be gone for a couple of hours, text when I can:)

It was sent five minutes ago, and he groans a little at the fact that he has to wait faster, very bored. Finally he has checked in his bag and been cleared to enter the airport all the way to his flight. 

In a half jog, half sprint he manages to make it just shy of ten minutes before the gate closes. He pulls his cap further down on his head and puts his ticket and passport on the desk. The hostess scowls at him but lets him enter the already boarded plane. 

The smell of too many people and bad flight food smacks him in the face as he enters the plane with another nod to a different flight hostess. 

34B seems too far away, but he bites his tongue and keeps walking. He looks at the bald man in 34C and the hooded figure in 34A. He swears, there is something familiar about this too but his mind is a little fuzzy and he can’t quite place it. 

“Scuse me.” 

He mumbles to the man and he politely moves so Nolan can find his seat. The girl in the seat next to the window turns and looks at him, and finally it seems that he has steady ground under his feet. 

“Well, seems like I won’t text you in a couple of hours then.” 

Rory smiles at him. And he smiles back. 

“Nope you’re stuck with me for the next five and a half hours.” 

He teases and plops down in his seat. 

“What the fuck are you going to Winnipeg for though?” 

Nolan asks as he fastens his seatbelt and ignores the security instructions completely. 

“Oh I haven’t told you? My family lives there.” 

He feels flabbergasted, how in the living hell has he forgotten to ask? He always assumed she was from Philly.

“Why are you going there anyway?” 

Rory asks, but he sees the twinkle in her eyes, she’s just joking with him.

“I’m visiting my girlfriend.” 

He decides to reply dead serious. And the twinkle in her eyes disappears, a frown begins to form between her eyebrows and he instantly feels a little bad. 

“I’m- sorry, that was a really bad joke.” 

This time it seems, it’s her turn to get embarrassed. Neither of them get time to think it over though, because the plane starts accelerating and her hand immediately lands on his. He sees her jaw tense and feels her hand tighten around his knuckles. Nolan doesn’t want to comment on it though, and just lets her hold on. 

As they lift off the tarmac her hand slowly starts easing up and when they level out in the air, she seems to have realised that she’s holding his hand. Quickly she lets go, and Nolan already misses it. 

“Sorry about that, I get a little nervous about the take off.” 

She seems a little nervous to admit it, but he asks anyway. 

“How come?” 

“Oh, ever heard of the irresistible force paradox?” 

He shakes his head no, and that launches her into an explanation of what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. It’s obvious she loves theories like this, with the way she talks and moves her hands. 

“- which stems from both a chinese and a roman legend. The roman is about Zeus and how he fixed the Teumessian fox, who can never be caught, and the hound Laelaps who never misses what he hunts to the sky in constellations.” 

She stops, and Nolan really wishes she wouldn’t. Her voice is so calming yet enchanting at the same time, he could listen and learn every day for forever. 

“But wouldn’t that mean that the fox wins? because it never gets caught?” 

He questiones. 

“Exactly! I’ve been thinking about it for days now.” 

And the plane ride goes on like that, until Rory has heard of most of the flyers and Nolan knows the name of almost all her professors. It’s closer to night time when she starts to slur her words, because of tiredness. She ends up with her head on his shoulder and his hair a little bit in her face. But the weight of his head leaning against hers is priceless.  

Nolan wakes up a little bit before her and sees that they’re landing soon. So he shakes Rory awake with a promise of a date in the morning. Since they don’t live too far away from each other. And she agrees. 

They step off the plane together, collect their luggage together, Nolan’s arm slung around Rory’s shoulder, and hug each other so long, before departing to their own separate families. 

“Hey, see you tomorrow shy guy!” 

She winks at him, rendering him speechless in front of his family. His sister glances at him with a questioning look as she watches the other girl walk away. Usually few people render Nolan at a loss for words. 

[rosesvioletshardy]

movie nights - nolan patrick

okay so here’s a small fic/blurb thing i wrote with nolan that was originally going to be with someone else and was sitting in my drafts before i actually wrote it 

this is the link of the sentence starters and such here 

(also sorry for posting this later than i said i would, i ended up being busy with some personal stuff. hopefully y’all don’t hate me for it)

(also i don’t know if nolan like or hates horror movies so don’t come for me i wanted to write something with him being soft again)

masterlist

warnings: none? (unless you count a scene from IT being mentioned)

# of words: 520

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The kind of date nights that Nolan and Y/N both enjoyed were ones where they were alone. They enjoyed going out but sometimes they needed to be alone in the quiet of their apartment where they can just enjoy their presence. It was more personal for them and made everything more personal. The date night they had for the night was movie night and since the last time they had one Nolan chose the movie, this time Y/N chose the movie. She decided to go with IT for her choice. The only problem was she didn’t know that Nolan wasn’t the biggest fan of horror movies; especially when they involved clowns. 

Everything was going smoothly. The lights in the living room were dimmed so it wasn’t too bright, but it wasn’t dark, Charlie sleeping at the end of the couch, snacks on the coffee table, Y/N with her head on Nolan’s chest as he played with her hair, and quietness with the movie coming from the speakers. Neither one of them have spoken a word throughout the entire movie unti Nolan had started shifting his body at a scene. It wasn’t that he didn’t like horror movies, it was just that sometimes he had trouble with them because he never knew what was going to happen next. So far had managed to be calm, but his heart was saying otherwise. He wasn’t fully aware that Y/N was able to hear and feel his heart beating a mile a minute and glanced at him to see him subtly trying to hide his face but he was just playing it off saying he was tired and was busy over the week. There were parts where he just wanted to let out a loud “WHAT THE FUCK!” but couldn’t and hid his emotions through fake yawns. Taking one last look at him before the movie ended, he got caught red handed being terrified.

“Okay that’s it. Nols, are you sure you’re okay? I can hear your heart beating as if you just ran 3 miles.” she asked him with a look of concern

“Babe, I’m sure. It’s just I’m not particularly fond of horror movies, especially clowns.” he shyly mumbled, cheeks turning even more red. 

“Why didn’t you say something? I could’ve chosen something else if I had known that you didn’t like it.”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s just that this movie is really scary, but you’re so into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?” he screamed as the scene where the kids are in bill’s garage looking at the photos and Pennywise pops out from the projector comes on and the kids panic. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle a bit as nolan grabbed his chest, trying to regain his breath and calm his heart

“You sure you don’t want to change it now?”

“Yeah, can we please?” he said looking at her with a look on his face that resembled a lost puppy

“C’mon, I’ll put on tangled, rapunzel.”

“Love you babe”

“Love you too patty”

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sorry it was really short, it wasn’t my best writing 

[plasticfilth]

angsty 29 with nolan, please?🥺

an hour and a half, that’s how long you’ve been waiting alone at the dinner table. your tight dress became irritating, the constant tugging down you had to do every time someone stared. the wine you were sipping began to taste bitter, reflecting how you felt toward your partner. one nice dinner is all you asked for, and yet, he was nowhere to be seen. it was in the uber you made the abrupt decision to go to his apartment instead of back home to your own. a call of text could have worked, of course, but you weren’t upset or even disappointed. just mad. three knocks on his door and you could already hear talking and a football game on. “yeah hang on-” your boyfriend's voice speaks from the other side. he’s laughing at something, or someone, before pulling the door open and seeing you. “baby? wh-” he does a double-take, looking into the living room and back at you before stepping out into the corridor, hands naturally going to your hips. he eyes you up and down. taking in the view, he’s a little stunned. your face is flat, not even a slight curve of your lips. it’s obvious that a boys night took priority over your date. “oh shit,” he breathes out in realisation, running a hand under his beanie and through his hair. “baby i’m so sorry-” before he even finishes you’re brushing his hands off your body. “what the fuck were you thinking?” you snap, no other phrases or thoughts in your mind. he sighs, both hands behind his head as he tilts it back to look at the ceiling in remorse. your tense jaw and glare are enough to make him tense up himself because if there’s one thing you know nolan hates doing, it’s having to justify his actions. “i swear, y/n, it slipped my mind. i got my friday’s confused, you know i would never do it on purpose,” he speaks with his hands, a rare mannerism saved for when he’s panicking. “forget it, seriously, go back to your boys,” you turn on your heels, not even wanting to fight with his calm tone, it only works you up more. “fuck, babe, i’ll kick them out, just stay,” which makes you roll your eyes, “oh like it’s a hassle?” you imply with venom, making his face scrunch, “what? no? i’m saying i’ll clear the house, we can talk, o-or drink or get dinner?” he runs on. “what do you think the whole point of tonight was! gah- i, it’s whatever, nolan, i shouldn’t have stopped by anyway,” you settle, determined to actually leave, but he has no plans of letting you go. “y/n, please,” he begins, tugging you back gently, his body radiating an irresistible warmth. you’ve missed him, undoubtedly, no matter how much he hurt you tonight. you breathe out, body feeling limp as you rest your head against his chest, his arms embracing you. a kiss is planted at the top of your head, and as much as you want to give in, you’d rather let yourself rest, and let him not have to worry about compensating for the night. you pull away softly, a hand to his cheek as you lean in and kiss his lips. that action alone reassures him that there’s still love there, no matter if you’re mad or not. “i’ll see you tomorrow, nols.”

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