#nolan patrick oneshot

[hockeyboysimagines]

I think I remember in one of your Nolan and Sawyer pieces(I don’t remember which one) that Nolan said something about how his feeling started to change when he came home that first summer after he got drafted, and I think there was a scene about him watching Sawyer at the beach or the lake or something. Would you ever consider writing like a little one shot about that? I’ve always been interested in that part.

That part was in deleted scenes, and I would absolutely write that if people wanted it. For whatever reason, I’m not sure if it’s a tumblr glitch or what’s happening but my tumblr has been pretty dead lately, so if people want it you guys gotta let me know so I can write it,

[thebiggestfan1]

fit in - Nolan Patrick

I've always wanted to write an enemies to lovers imagine and I hope you like it as much as I do :) Nolan is my baby, pls give my boy more appreciation, I just want him to be healthy and happy <3

word count: 3,1 k

TW: language, enemies to lovers, men being idiots

Before you met Nolan, you were pretty sure you couldn't hate anyone with such a passion.

You were a friend of one of his former teammates - Travis Konecny. You two spent all your free time together until, well, Nolan ruined everything.

Since he got drafted and became Travis' teammate, they got inseperatable. Their handshakes, their smiles, their laughing at things you didn't understand made your blood boil.

It was bad to be jealous at someone who just wanted to belong but the pretty face of his didn't help either.

When you first met Nolan, you thought that he was the man of your dreams. And sometimes, even five years later, he was - but only when you were sleeping and your mind created some dirty fantasy that kept you awake all night.

"So, this is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Nolan." The sight of his perfect hair and bright eyes made your knees go weak. You took the hand he offered you and his grip was soft and hard at the same time, his skin cold against yours. It was right after his first game in Philly and he looked so well in his suit, even with his hair all wet.

"It's nice to meet you, Travis has been talking about you a lot."

"I hope only about what an amazing friend I am," you laughed and Travis friendly punched you in your shoulder.

"What else would you think?"

You felt good with the two guys at your side - but it all went south in just a few days.

There was an after party in some bar to celebrate another win and Travis invited you to go with him. And so you did. The evening looked promising and you somehow liked how reserved Nolan was and the comfortable silence surrounding you two. You spent an hour just with him, sitting on the bar stools with empty shot glasses before you and talking about how glad he was he finally fit in.

Then Travis sat down next to you two and in a matter of minutes, you felt like if you were left alone. They laughed at their own inside jokes, talked about things you didn't understand and you just sat there, finally giving up trying to be a part of the conversation, and ordered more and more shots until your head felt empty and your heart filled sadness and rage.

Rage at Travis. Rage at yourself. But mostly, rage at Nolan, the guy who took your place in your friend's life.

"You going home so early?" Trav asked as you stood up, one hand clasping the edge of the bar so you wouldn't fall down as your head spinned from all the alcohol.

"Yeah, I have work tomorrow." you lied and mustered all the strenght in you to let go of the bar and walk to the exit. You'd have to call an uber because Travis was the one who got you there.

"I'll drive you home." Nolan said out of nowhere and stood up to meet you. His hand gripped your elbow to support you and you gritted your teeth with annoyance but had no strength or balance to fight him off.

"You don't have to-"

"Nonsense. I wanted to leave an hour ago but you two made me stay. You're clearly drunk and it's safer this way."

You nearly rolled your eyes but didn't say anything at all.

The drive in his car felt endless. You might have enjoyed it if it was two hours ago - when you blushed at Nolan's words and touched his arm slightly once in a time.

"Did I do something wrong?" he suddenly asked. You were quiet for some time before saying:

"I... I don't think so."

You were confused - all of this was confusing. In that moment, you could only recall why you got so angry at him. As if when you and Nolan were alone, things got back to normal; except for the fact that since that moment, nothing between you two was normal.

"Then why are you acting like this?" You watched him closely, the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Was he angry at you? You felt like he had no right to do that - you were the one with all the reasons.

"Like what?"

"Like you hate me."

"Maybe I should." But it drove you crazy that you couldn't hate him as much as you'd wanted to.

There was a heavy silence it the car, the radio turned off and the only sounds were the ones from outside. So you spoke again, this time more quiet:

"Because the more you fit in, the less do I."

And then Nolan looked at you, his eyes searching your face for that light he'd seen a few hours before, when it all looked promising and when he thought he'd ask you out on a date.

There was non of it, only cold demeanor and colder eyes.

...

Things didn't look that bad the first few days afterwards: you visited Travis once in a while but only when you were hundred percent sure that Nolan wouldn't be anywhere near. The rest of your afternoons you spent in work and your evenings on the couch with a bottle of wine and a book in your hands.

It was all to forget how Nolan drove you crazy.

"Tonight, my apartment, bring some snacks. We gonna have a movie night."

This sentence played over and over in your head and you were so happy that Travis found some time to spend it with you. He called about an hour before, not saying anything else, and hung up on you.

At exactly eight p.m., you walked inside his apartment without even bothering to knock and put the bag of sweets and other stuff on the kitchen table. There were voices to be heard in the living room and at first, you thought it were the actors on TV when you suddenly froze on the spot, realizing one important thing:

Nolan was there.

You thought of everything you would have to endure that night, listening to Nolan and Travis talking and leaving you out of the conversation, feeling more desperate and angry with every second.

As you tried to walk out of the apartment as quickly as possible, the two voices drew near and you sighed softly before putting a smile on your face as the two hockey players walked into the room.

"Hey, Y/N! We've been waiting for ya, c'mon, let's get started," Travis looked so happy and you were ready to punch him square in the face. Nolan was leaning against the doorframe with s slight smile on his face and suddenly, you wanted to punch both of them.

"I thought we'd be alone," you said desperately, trying to get yourself out of there.

"You know I have a girlfriend, right?"

"You know what I wanted to say, TK. Why is he here?" you didn't mean it to sound as poisonous as it did and Nolan shifted his gaze to the floor.

"Because he's my friend."

It hit you then. You knew they were teammates and that Trav was trying to make Nolan feel like at home. But friends - it meant that they'd spend a lot of time together; on the ice and off the ice.

It also meant that Travis would spend more time with him than with you.

Nolan won a game he wasn't even aware of playing.

"But I'm your friend, too." It sounded way more vulnerable than you'd like to.

"Exactly. So get your ass on the couch and shut up."

...

You became second so easily that you didn't even realize it for some time.

Travis stopped calling in the middle of the night to tell you of "what a fucking weird dream he had". There were no drunken nights at your apartment where you two would talk about some deep shit while staring at the ceiling as if it was a starry sky. Texting on a daily basis became something rare and your hate for Nolan only grew.

"I'm moving to Vegas."

You were standing in Travis' doorway, raindrops dripping on the carpet from your umbrella. It was grim outside and now it got even grimmer inside.

"What?"

Trav was looking at you as if you had told him some kind of a joke.

"They offered me a job there. I'll be still working for the same company, but in a different place and for way better money." And to be honest, you were sick of this city.

"You can't just-"

"That's not fair. You've been ghosting me for months and now I can't leave? What's keeping me here if not you?"

It was that kind of silence that made you feel guilty even if you've done nothing wrong.

"You're right," he sighed, one of his hands tugging at his hair in frustration. "I can't tell you what you can and cannot do. And I'm sorry that you felt left out but to be honest, I can't understand why."

Fuck men and their blindness.

"It all went sideways when Nolan got here." you answered coldly.

"What's the matter with you and Nolan? He's never done anything to ya-"

"I hate Nolan! I hate that you replaced me by him so easily and I hate you for not even realizing that I can't go on like that anymore! I'm not able to say that I'm happy for him for finding his place in Philly when that place used to be mine!"

You both were stunned by your words. But you felt so... free after saying it all out loud.

"Y/N-"

"Don't bother calling me. I already know that you'll do okay without me."

And you slammed the door after you walked out of the apartment, not even noticing that the whole time, Nolan was listening to it all from the kitchen.

...

Sometimes you missed Philadelphia. It's been three years since you moved to Vegas and you adored that place but sometimes the longing for your hometown and your former friends made you feel homesick.

There was no TK in Las Vegas. But for a few days now, there's been a certain Nolan Patrick in Sin City.

It's been years since you last saw him and you expected that the one-sided rivalry was long gone. But when he knocked on the door of your apartment and you saw his face again, the memories came immediately back.

"What do you want, Nolan?" your voice was cold.

It was weird to see a face of someone you thought you'd never see again. He looked... well, he looked amazing. His hair was way longer that you remembered and he looked more masculine after those years.

"Hey." he said shyly, avoiding your question.

"How do you know where I live?"

"TK gave me your address."

"And how does he know my address?"

"I rather didn't ask."

Nolan stood there, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking like an abandoned puppy.

Maybe this was a chance to make your past at least a bit right.

And so you left the door to your apartment open and walked inside, leading your former nemesis into your home.

...

"How's living in Vegas?" Nolan asked as he took a bite of the pie you offered him.

"Fine. Actually, more than fine. What about you?"

He put the plate down onto his lap and shifted his gaze to the big windows overlooking the big city, shining brightly in the dark.

"It's been... something."

Oh. So this was why he came here, knocking on your door at eleven in the afternoon. Desperate. Lonely.

"So what? Do you want me to call my friends so you can befriend them and replace me in their lives?" You immediately bit your tongue so you wouldn't say anything more stupid.

Nolan looked hurt by your words.

"You know, I was there when you told TK you were leaving for Vegas."

"You what?" you asked, completely horrified. It was the moment when you shouted how much you hated both Trav and Nolan. Till this day, you are still ashamed of your own words. It was childish and selfish.

"Travis told me you loved baking and especially apple pies so I thought I'd bake one to make you like me more. Then I heard you screaming that you hate me."

Your jaw was hanging and you couldn't muster any words that would make this right. He literally made an apple pie for you and you declared your hatred for him in the same exact moment. Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

"At first, I couldn't understand what I've done wrong. I liked you a lot from the beginning and both you and TK were great and I finally felt like I belonged in Philly. I wanted to ask you on a date, you know, the night I drove you home from that bar. And instead, you told me that maybe, you should hate me. I thought you were just too drunk and that I'd ask you out some other day. But when that occurred, you acted so... cold towards me. And I finally understood when you said that you can't say that you're happy for me for finding my place in Philly when that place used to be yours."

"Nolan, I'm so sorry for ever saying something like that about you when I didn't even try to imagine being in your place-"

"I stole your best friend, Y/N. I think that I'm the one that should be apologizing."

You let out a startled laugh. Never have you thought that this conversation would be happening.

"It's been years, Nolan. You shouldn't apologize for something that wasn't even your fault."

He wanted to argue with you, you saw it in his eyes. So you started talking again to stop him from objecting.

"Anyways, why are you really here, Nolan? I know it's not because of your conscience. Are you having some trouble fitting in?"

His features turned sad in a moment and his shoulders slouched a bit.

"Yeah, I guess you could say it like that."

You were surprised by yourself as your hand gripped his knee in a soothing way. The muscles under your fingers tensed but Nolan didn't move away from your touch.

"Then let's do this together. You'll fit in just fine."

...

And he did. You introduced him to the city and to its people, carefully checking that he was never falling behind. He started smiling more and once in a while you even heard him laugh.

Your apartment was no longer empty - whenever Nolan had the time, he would sit on your couch, telling you about the people he met. It made you happy.

With your hatred long gone a new and foreign feeling slowly replaced it - something that made you blush at his words and melt at his touch. At first you thought that the little innocent touches were only the outcome of feeling really comfortable in your friendship. But all the secrets you shared in the middle of the night, the feeling of being sure that when you wake up, he will be lying at your side or on your couch, it all made you so used to him. He became the one person you though of when waking up and the last on your mind when falling asleep. Your heart sped up whenever you got a text or a call from him and-

You knew you fucked up when you realized you fell in love with him.

"Hey," Nolan said while closing the door behind him, taking off his shoes before stepping onto the carpet of your living room. You laid on the couch, watching some random sitcom that was currently on. It was a problem to even look him in the eyes without blurting out that you liked him more than in a friendly manner.

"I bought some popcorn and groceries." he put the bag on the floor. You still didn't look at him as he crawled onto the couch next to you, lifting the blanket that was covering your body and tucked the both of you in before leaning against your side.

You felt his body next to you, all that powerful muscle and hot skin. Every inch of you that touched him was burning with desire and restrain.

"Is something wrong?" Nolan asked and took your hand in his, drawing circles on it with his thumb.

"Nothing," you breathed out but couldn't stand his closeness any longer. You jumped off the couch, your legs trembling a bit and you walkled to the big window and looked down at all of the shining lights that made this city feel alive even in the middle of the night.

"Y/N," You tried, god you really did, to ignore how good your name sounded on his lips. Nolan was right behind you, his breath caressing the back of your neck and making you shiver.

"Do you remember the time when you said that you wanted to ask me out?" you whispered, some part of you hoping that he wouldn't be able to hear you.

"What about it?" His body got closer and you felt his hands wrap around your waist. For a moment, the butterflies in your stomach felt so magical that you thought this all was just a dream. Your heart skipped a beat.

"I think you should ask me again. And this time, the answer will be different."

"Different in a good or a bad way?" Nolan murmured against your neck, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

"You should ask me and see by yourself." It was like walking on a minefield or the edge of a knife. You've been dancing around each other for months now and there were no longer any games to be played. You were far from hating him and there was no way back from this moment.

"Will you go on a date with me, Y/N Y/L/N? I promise you will love every second of it."

He was mockingly kneeling on one knee, smiling up at you and the spark in his eyes that you've never seen made you realize that he finally felt as if he belonged.

Not in Philadelphia. Not in Las Vegas. He belonged to you and you belonged to him and you two fit each other just perfectly.

"I thought you'd never ask." you laughed and took Nolan's hand, helping him to stand up and kissing him fiercly on the lips. It felt like your bodies were made for each other.

"You know," Nolan breathed out, his heart leaping in his chest. He leaned his forehead against yours. "It was easy to fall in love with this city with you by my side.

But it was even easier to fall in love with you."

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[islesnucks]

PLEASE SAY SOMETHING - NOLAN PATRICK X READER

So I came up with this while watching today’s game, don't know why exactly but whatever. I didn’t proofread it so it probably has many many mistakes. Also this is my first time writing for patty!

Feedback is always appreciated and so are likes and reblogs! Hope you like it!

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

Summary: confessing your feelings to your friend doesn’t go as planned, a bit of angst but fluff at the end

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Nolan wasn’t an expressive person, not very vocal about his feelings. He was always good at hiding his emotions, not that he did it on purpose, he just was like that. He kept most things to himself and you didn’t mind. You got used to having to pay a little extra attention to the small things to tell how he felt, or sometimes just directly asking him what was going through his head.

However as you sat next to him, once again clueless as to what he was thinking, the silence and the impassive look on his face were killing you.

Earlier that day Travis had somehow convinced you that you should tell Nolan how you really felt, that it wouldn’t ruin the years of friendships, that it was clear to see there was more going on and he felt the same. But now as you stare at a very surprised Nolan completely speechless, you wished you hadn’t listened to him.

“Y-you know what? Just forget everything I said.” you started to backpedal, hoping the whole moment could be forgotten.

“I shouldn’t have taken any advice from TK. I mean come on is TK.” A nervous chuckle left your lips as you attempted to joke about it, trying to take off some tension from the moment, but it had no effect on the man by your side.

“I’m gonna go now.” you said and stood up, ready to turn around and leave his apartment, when you felt his hand wrap quickly wrap around your arm on a silent plea to stay.

You looked down at him, but still nothing, not a single emotion could be read on his face.

Maybe it was because after everything you had already said there was nothing left to lose or maybe because you were tired of pretending and bottling up your emotions. Something inside of you snapped and the nerves turned into anger.

He must have known this wasn’t an easy thing to do, it took you a lot of courage and his reaction made you mad. At least he could try and be nice. Let you down easy, soften the blow and pretend things could go back to normal eventually and you could keep on being friends.

But no, here he was selfishly hiding whatever he was feeling. Not letting you go but at the same time not telling you anything, instead forcing you to stay in the terrible silence he was creating.

“Say something Nolan. Please!” You freed yourself from his grip and started pacing restlessly around the room as you talked, not daring to look at him.

“Come on man, get mad at me for ruining years of friendship or even laugh in my face if you want but do something!” You were almost shouting by now. It was not like you to cause a scene, to let your emotions take over like that, but every second of silence only made you madder. You needed a reaction, not even looking for a good one by now, just any type of reaction that could at least tell you how things were going to be from now on.

Nolan on the other hand was still in shock, trying to process everything that had happened the past 5 minutes. He finally got up and started making his way to you, unsure of what his next move was going to be.

“I just confessed my feelings to you and-” you kept on rambling but the words died in your mouth when suddenly Nolan was standing in front of you. He was so close you could feel his fast heartbeat and you were sure he could feel yours, yet you didn’t know what was about to happen.

“Please say something.” you said, trying to sound as confident as you sounded seconds ago, but his piercing blue eyes were so intimidating it ended up sounding like a begging whisper.

He raised his hand and gently placed it in your cheek. Your eyes found his and you held his gaze. For the first time you noticed something in those ocean blue eyes, but before you were able to process it he expressed it with words.

“I love you.”

Now you were the unreadable one and Nolan started to panic. Maybe he had taken it too far, you had only confessed you felt something for him not that you love him. Maybe love was too strong and he was scaring you off. As he looked for a clue of what was going on inside your head he understood why you had lashed out before, it was fucking exasperating.

Nevertheless any doubt he could have disappeared the second he saw your lips curl up into a sweet smile and felt your hand rest on his.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.” you teasingly said making his cheeks turn a bit red and earning yourself an eye roll from him.

“Shut up.” he replied with the brightest beam as he leaned down to connect his lips with yours.

Nolan’s lips were soft against yours and the way his thumb tenderly caressed your cheek felt natural, like it was meant to be.

It wasn’t the perfect first kiss, both of you were too happy it was happening to actually stop smiling and properly kiss, but that didn't make it any less passionate.

With this kiss you were sharing all the emotions you had been hiding for so long. All the feelings you thought you had to push away because the other could never feel the same, because you were just friends, right?

Eventually his hands slid down to hold you by the waist, pulling you impossibly closer. While yours sneaked to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.

After a couple minutes, or it could have been more maybe, you lost track of time; you pushed away from Nolan abruptly stopping the kiss and making him follow your lips with his eyes still closed. Nolan opened his eyes to shoot you a confused look accompanied by an arched brow. 

“I just realized this means Travis was right all along and we’re gonna have to tell him...” you started to explain.

“And he won’t shut up about it.” he finished your sentence, followed by a loud groan at the thought of how much his friend was going to tease them.

You found Nolan’s dramatism funny, leaning your head back in laughter. His hands in your waist kept your bodies together and he looked down at you as you laughed, still unable to believe you were finally his. You looked up and the man beaming above you and returned the smile.

“It’s worth it tho.”

“So worth it.” he repeated, his lips practically touching yours, before finally reconnecting them.

[sonofapitch]

The Truth - Nolan Patrick

(not my GIF!)

A/N: hi so I started this last Wednesday in biology class and finally just finished it but I was planning on making it longer but I really loved the ending so I just kept it, but anyway my writing isn't the best but I really like this :)

Summary! Just stuff about Nolan’s soulmate 

Word Count: 333

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As night became day, he started to understand the truth. The truth that his mother has always told him. The truth his grandmother told him every Sunday when she called. The truth his father liked to bug him about every summer when he went home to Winnipeg. The truth that his teammates have always liked to chirp him for. Nolan has always denied the truth, but last Wednesday at morning skate when Claude told the team his wife was pregnant again and Oskar spoke about proposing to Alma, the truth finally caught up to him. The truth that he would never find his soulmate. He’s been on countless dates the past few years, but he hadn’t even been relatively interested in a woman since he moved to Philadelphia. He claimed they “weren’t his type”, and while those girls claimed otherwise, everyone knew what type of woman Nolan wanted and needed in his life. He wanted a girl sweeter than coffee on a rainy, Sunday morning. He wanted a girl who would rather sit in her flat on a Friday night, painting the beautiful Philly sky as it fades into slumber than a girl who’s out getting wasted at a frat party down the road. He wanted a girl who would get excited over her new favorite Ruth Ware novel and share every detail about the two men in the book who were hopelessly in love but too afraid to tell the world. He wanted a girl who would play Hozier on the guitar and sing with him to Bon Iver on the balcony of his flat until the neighbors came knocking on their door telling them to quiet down. He thought this girl didn’t exist and he wouldn’t be able to find his soulmate like every other person in a thousand mile radius, but little did he know, his soulmate was only three blocks away sitting under a cherry blossom tree, listening to a Spotify playlist that was made by him, for her.

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

Perfect

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​

Requested: Yes – Anonymous

Tagging: @going-full-shmoo​

Fandom: NHL  

Relationship: Established; Nolan Patrick x Reader

Song: Perfect by One Direction

Summary: You were at peace with him, like you had known him since you were young. With you, Nolan wasn’t a second overall pick or holding the future of the Philadelphia Flyers in his hands. He was home.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Alcohol

Ever since he was drafted second overall, Nolan felt the pressure. Everyone had expectations for him. He had to be good, had to prove everyone right, had to carry the weight of being drafted so high, even if he was still just a kid.

He was in the NHL at 18, playing against people who had been in the NHL longer than he had been alive. He was the face of the future for the entire franchise, a franchise with a rich history and a reputation.

That sort of pressure can do things to a person.

So, it really shouldn’t be a surprise that Nolan was more or less absent on social media, that he was quiet, always in the corner. When you’re carrying the weight of an entire city on your shoulders, all you really want to do is disappear. Be no one for a day or two, go back to when you were able to be you again.

And there was no one who made Nolan feel more like himself than you.

He distinctly remembers TK telling him that a party was not the place to meet a girl for anything longer than a night. The party scene was for fun and being able to enjoy the fame and pride of Philly. It was for drinking and celebrating, not for “lovely dovey horseshit,” as TK had said with a laugh and a shake of his head.

But that was how he met you.

They beat the Penguins. In regulation too. Everyone was so excited, so pumped up on adrenaline. Those were the kind of nights when they ended up on the town, bars or clubs, or a teammate somehow ended up being able to throw a legit party within ten minutes of the game being over. How someone could ever do that was beyond Nolan, but he just tried not to think about it. Somethings were better left unanswered.

Nolan let TK wrap his arm around his shoulder and tug him into the car. TK was driving, where to Nolan didn’t know. It was discussed in the locker room but he wasn’t paying attention, his mind was elsewhere, playing the game over and over in his head, going over his every shift. He didn’t even know they had arrived at their destination until TK gave his thigh a pat.

“You okay, Pat?” TK asked softly. Nolan was his best friend, and he was young. He wanted to make sure Nols was okay and not getting stuck in his head like he was known to do.

“Fine.” Nolan answered and got out the car.

Everything after that was a blur. It was a club. There were drinks in his hand. Shots. Beer. Something that was green. The music was pounding, he knew his teammates were dancing or drinking. There was a faint chug! Chug! Chug! in the background, but all he could think of was the fact that he had zero points on the night, and he was a whooping -3.

Everyone here was celebrating and he didn’t think there was anything to celebrate.

“Hey,” someone said, sliding into the booth across from him. He looked up, surprised to see someone he didn’t recognize: you.

“Hi?” He answered hesitantly. He really was not in the mood to deal with fans. He honestly didn’t think that he could deal with a fan right now, he just didn’t have the mental or emotional capability for it.

“Everyone here is having fun. Then there’s you.” You said to him with a twitch of your lips. If he was being honestly, that was probably the moment you had him. He was always able to play things off for his teammates, but somehow he was an open book to a complete stranger.

“Who said I wasn’t having fun?” He asked with a slight laugh.

“You’re sitting alone in a booth in the corner of the bar and every time one of your friends ask you to dance or whatever, you shrug them off.” You replied, giving him an honest smile.

“Are you stalking me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head with a laugh. “No, I’m just a woman in a bar feeling like how you look.”

The smile Nolan gave you was the first genuine smile he had given anyone all day. “Well, if you’re just a woman in a bar, then I guess I’m just a man in a bar.”

“I guess so,” you smiled.

You and Nolan spent the rest of the night talking, and by the end of it, you had exchanged numbers. You were “Girl from the bar” in his phone and he was “Guy from the bar” in yours.

You guys texted a lot. Like a lot. Every day for hours to be accurate. But, neither of you exchanged names, and you had no idea that the guy you spent the better part of your day talking to was a famous hockey player. All you knew was that he was fun to talk to, someone who got you, and someone who seemed to harbor a couple skeletons in his closet.

Eventually both of you shared your names and you realized who you were talking to. His profession or status didn’t mean anything to you and it didn’t change the way you talked to or treated Nolan, and that was like a weight lifted off his shoulders. After that, you guys met up in person a lot, but it was only ever to his place or yours.

You would just spend the evening on Nolan’s couch just laughing at what he was saying or whatever story he was telling. You were at peace with him, like you had known him since you were young. And Nolan felt the same way. With you, he wasn’t a second overall pick or holding the future of the Philadelphia Flyers in his hands. He was home.

He felt like Nolan.

The relationship between the two of you grew with time and it just felt right to take the step from friends to more. He had your heart from the first night in the bar. He took your breath away in a way you didn’t know possible, and you kept him steady and sure in a way he didn’t think a person could.

You were perfect for each other.

Yet, you were a secret. His teammates didn’t know about you, let alone the world. Your dates were take in, your rendezvous happened under the cover of night. You were his and his alone. It wasn’t that Nolan was ashamed of you or anything like that, it was that you were his island of silence in a sea of sound. You were his home, his place of comfort and peace. He couldn’t just throw you to the wolves the way he had been.

Between the way he felt about the way he was treated and how he saw the other WAGs were treated, he couldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t. So, all your time, love and troubles happened under the cover of night and behind the closed doors of his apartment.

And that was where you were now, behind the closed doors of his apartment. It was late, Nolan had a couple days off so you were spending them with him. It was March and the night was clear so you couldn’t help but open the windows to let the cool night breeze in.

You smiled to yourself as your skin broke out in goosebumps.

“Aren’t you cold?” Nolan asked softly when he came back into the living room and saw you by the window.

“No,” you answered honestly and closed your eyes to take in the noise of downtown Philadelphia. You couldn’t explain it, but the sound of the traffic and muffled conversations in the backgrounds were peaceful. And the breeze was welcoming after your day inside. “It’s a nice night.”

Nolan leaned on the wall and stayed quiet for a couple moments before he suggested something that caught you by surprise. “Do you want to go for a drive?”

“Hmm?” You asked, unsure if you had heard him. Nolan wasn’t one to go out if he didn’t have to, and he definitely wasn’t one to go out with you.

“Do you want to go for a drive? It is a nice night.” He said again, a smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah, yeah I think that would be nice.” You answered.

“Perfect.” He said and grabbed his keys, his arm going around your shoulders as the two of you left his apartment and headed to the garage.

There was no destination for your drive. It was Friday night and Nolan wasn’t playing Saturday and the weekend meant you didn’t have classes. So, you just got to spend time with Nolan as he drove through the streets of Philadelphia, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh.

The lights from building signs, bars, and street and traffic lights were a bright, welcome contrast to the darkness of the night and paired well with the soft hum of music coming from the radio. You couldn’t help but roll down the window. You and Nolan were both wearing hoodies, it wasn’t like it was too cold.

“What are you doing?” Nolan laughed, the florescent lights matching the happiness reflecting in his eyes. You smiled at him and stuck your hand out the window, feeling the cool air between your fingers as you drove. Your other hand moved to the stereo, turning the volume up.

“I’m being happy.” You replied before you started to sing along with the song on the radio.

Nolan turned to you for a second and in that moment he had everything he wanted. Everything he needed. He wasn’t Nolan Patrick, a rising star in the NHL, he wasn’t even hockey player, he was Nolan. Just Nolan.

And he was perfect.

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WHEN YOU’RE READY PT. 3

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 (𝘹)

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥: yes and no

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴): umm i don’t think much, probs just some swearing :)

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 5,664

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: oof this took a long time to finish up. sorry about that. but anywho, if you haven’t read parts 1 and two, read them here and here!  tbh i was planning on making this a 4-part imagine, but i really like the way that this part ended–– so this is the end lmao. ummm ya, so anyway, sorry it took so long, i hope you enjoy and don’t forget to request! :) ok bye!

The first thing you noticed when you woke up the next morning was the ache in your head and body. Carter was lucky he was cute and that this was by far your weakest hangover, or else he'd have another thing coming. The second thing you noticed...was that you woke up in an empty bed. A lot of alcohol was consumed last night, but you were positive that you hadn't drunk enough for you to have imagined falling asleep next to Nolan. Or that you kissed him and he kissed you back before well...turning you down in the nicest way possible.

The third thing? You were lying in the middle of the bed...full-on spread eagle. 

"Oh shit, he was right," You groaned, rolling over onto your back and staring a the ceiling and grabbing the pillow next to you. "Oh God, I kissed Nolan." You pressed the pillow against your face, hoping that the lack of air would wake you up from this nightmare. But when your lungs started to burn, you tossed the pillow aside and sat up.

You weren't dreaming at all. You had kissed Nolan, your best friend since practically the womb. You tossed the blankets off of you and got out of his bed, racking your brain for any details of last night as you made your way into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you reached inside and grabbed a snack-size pack of watermelon and a bottle of water, closing the fridge and walking towards the counter. Waking up in his bed and with him gone felt, to you, like a miserably failed and backward one-night stand. In normal ways, you were supposed to be the one leaving him in the early morning hours and going on with your day. But no, you lived here... with him and now you're just hoping that things wouldn't be awkward between the two of you. Though, there was always the couch.

You chewed on a small piece of watermelon as your phone lit up to see a text from Ryanne. You finished off the piece of watermelon when your eyes caught notice of what your phone was lying on top of. It was a note from Nolan.

Y/N,

At morning skate, be back soon (prob 11:30/12.) Let's grab lunch and talk a bit before tonight.

– Nol

Your eyes drifted lower to see Travis, a little neater than Nolan's, handwriting at the bottom of the page

P.S.

Don't touch my watermelon, you already stole my last parfait (ya dick.)

– Teeks

You looked down at the watermelon in front of you, swearing in your mind up and down that you had bought two of them. Taking another piece of watermelon, you picked up your phone and opened Ryanne's text

From Ryanne:

If you're not too hungover, would you want to get some lunch and maybe come shopping with me? Need some girl time, C is driving me nuts and I need to relax before the game tonight.

Ugh yes, as per usual Ryanne is there to save the day.

To Ryanne:

I'm so down! I need to get out of the apartment before the two terrors come back. How soon can you get here?

From Ryanne:

I can be there in 10 and you better spill the deets.

To Ryanne:

Of course xx

You locked your phone to see that it was almost 11 and Ryanne's arrival would be cutting it close for you to be able to avoid Nolan and Travis and the conversations you'd probably be having with the both of them. Not taking what little time you had for granted, you rushed to Nolan's bathroom and started to rush through your routine. You grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste and took them into the shower with you, knocking two steps out in one. Though you knew you'd probably be regretting not leaving the conditioner in your hair for longer than you had, you practically ran out of the bathroom and down the hall back into Nolan's room...your towel no doubt nearly falling off of you.

You ruffled through the three drawers Nolan had let you take over and grabbed a quick and easy outfit– some jeans, a long sleeve t-shirt and a crumpled up sweatshirt off of the bed. You took your brush off of the dresser and ran in through your hair, trying not to struggle too much with the tangled bits. When you put it down, your phone started to ring. Rushing over, you picked it up and exhaled, glad to see that it was Ryanne. Sliding your thumb across the screen, you answered it. "Hey, you here?"

"Just downstairs. I think I might have passed Travis and Nolan getting ready to pull out of the arena parking lot on my way here. Did you want to wait and invi–"

"NO!" You yelled, balancing the phone between your cheek and neck as you grabbed your purse off of the floor and rushed out of the bedroom. "Sorry, I just...I'll be right down."

You hung up the phone, making sure you had your copy of the apartment key before locking it behind you and walking down the hallway. Not wanting to waste any time, you opt for taking the stairs instead of the elevator and if running down those steps didn't knock the breath out of you, the harsh cold air hitting you in the face the moment you stepped outside...sure did. You looked in the parking lot for Ryanne's car and spotted it just as she honked her horn three times.

Jogging over, you opened the passenger side door and got in, closing it behind you. "Drive, please."

"Jesus what crime did you commit?" She joked, putting the car into drive as she pulled out of their apartment complex. "Oh look, it's Nolan and Travis."

You sunk into your seat slightly, still obviously in view and tapped her thigh. "Drive, drive, drive, I beg you."

She looked at you with raised eyebrows before smiling. "Something happened between you and Nolan last night, didn't it?"

"Ryanne..."

"OOh, Claude so owes me $10." She smiled, turning on her blinker and turning out of the complex. "And you better believe you're going to tell me every single detail."                                             

                                                                 –-

"Wait...that's it? You guys just kissed?" She asked, bringing the hot chocolate up to her frowned lips. "No hot and heavy make-out session? Not even a little heavy petting?"

You picked at the number given to you by the cashier at the counter and rolled your eyes. "No, Ryanne. No heavy petting."

"Well I can't say that I'm not disappointed, but it is a good thing." She nodded down at her hidden bump and shot you a mischievous smile. "That's how this little one happened."

"Oh God, please don't go into detail. I'd like to be able to look Claude in the eyes again."

Ryanne just rolled her eyes as she took another sip of her drink. "Oh please, it's not like you've got virgin ears. Now explain to me why you were going all spy-like when we saw Travis and Nolan."

"I just told you–"

"No, you told me that you had a little heart to heart about whats-his-face and then you planted one on our favorite rosy-cheek boy. Nowhere in there did I hear a denial of his feelings."

You sighed and picked at your blueberry muffin wrapper. She had a point. There was no reason for you to run from Nolan like that, not a logical one anyway. "I just...don't want to be embarrassed, I guess?"

"Explain."

"I woke up and found a note on the counter from Nolan saying he wanted to talk when they got home from morning skate." You leaned back into your seat, taking a piece of your muffin with you. "And normally, 'we need to talk' isn't a positive thing. So I just freaked out, I guess."

Ryanne nodded her head as if she understood what you were saying. And maybe she did. Her and Claude had been dating long before you met the two of them. Dating or even being involved with an NHL player was brand new territory to you, one that she'd know how to navigate. But could it be the same thing as dating your best friend too?

"Please stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

You sighed and chewed on your muffin as you shook your head. Following the muffin down with some hot chocolate you rested your elbows on the table. "Like I'm some scared girl who's running from something possibly good for her because she doesn't want to get hurt again after being burned in a previous relationship."

Bringing her cup up to her lips, she smirked and nodded her head to the slight. "You said it, not me." After taking a sip, she leaned her elbows onto the table and looked at you. "But in all seriousness, are you just going to avoid him and pretend like nothing ever happened?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, considering her suggestion. "I mean, it'd be kind of hard to do that since I live with him and sleep in his bed."

She raised an eyebrow, "and?"

You groaned and rested your head in your hands. "And I really liked the kiss and wouldn't mind doing it again. Which is so weird because he's Nolan, my best friend."

"He's also the guy who managed to rock your world with a single kiss. Now imagine what he could do if there was some heavy petting and–"

Your ringtone cut her off and while you were silently praying to whatever universal magic there was, you were also panicking about who it could be that was calling you. Grabbing the phone out of your purse, you turned it over to see the same number from the clinic that had called you last night. "Hold on, a sec." You pressed the accept button and took a deep breath before bringing the phone to your ear. "Hello?"

"Hello, may I speak to Y/N L/N?" A voice that definitely wasn't Dr. Pippen, asked.

Your heart began to race. What if this was a different Doctor who was in charge of treatment for whatever venereal disease Preston had given you. "This is her."

"Hi Y/N, I'm Dr. Scott, I work here with Dr. Pippen, who called you yesterday with some test results."

 "Yes sir, he did call me yesterday. I'm supposed to receive the results for some more tests today."

Some shuffling of paper in the background only made you more nervous as Ryanne placed her hand on top of yours for comfort. "Well he's not in the office today, so I'm calling to give you your results." More shuffling of the paper only intensified the suspense before he cleared his throat. "Your HIV, Syphilis and Hepatitis B results all came back negative."

You sink down into your seat in relief as the weight on your shoulders lifted. "Oh Thank God."

"Is there anything else you need, Miss L/N?"

"No, no sir nothing else."

"Alright, well you have a good afternoon, and if you need any information on contraceptives and STD testing, we have pamphlets available at the clinic."

You felt your cheeks burn as his suggestion burned the image of Nolan sitting in the living room reading all of the pamphlets. Pamphlets he didn't have to grab but wanted to because he wanted to be able to help you and be by your side in case your results went the other direction. "Yes, thank you, Doctor."

You hang up the phone and looked at Ryanne whose eyes were wide. "So does this call for a little celebratory shopping?" She smiled, patting your hand.

You look back down at your phone to see text messages that must have come through during your call.

From Nol:

hey where are you? want to grab some lunch before pregame nap?

From Nol:

also has the doc called yet? what are the results? you're supposed to get them today, right?

From Teeks

you ate my fucking watermelon. didn't you get my note?

From Teeks:

i'm eating your leftover mac and cheese. consider us even.

You locked your phone again and shoved it into your purse, looking back up at Ryanne. "Any chance this shopping will last us till the guys have to be at the arena?"

She sighed and shook her head. "You're going to need to confront him at some point Y/N," standing up and downing the rest of the hot chocolate Ryanne tipped her cup to you with a smile, "but of course it can."

                                                 –––––––

The retail therapy with Ryanne was more than what you needed. 30 minutes into your second store, Target of all places, you felt happy. Ryanne went on and on about how the two of you needed to come shopping more often, especially since you had picked the cutest outfits for their soon to be, bundle of joy. Of course, you agreed to. Besides the few co-workers you had that were around your age, Nolan, and Travis...Ryanne was your closest friend.

When you got back to the apartment, it was empty and that alone was a relief. Your note from this morning was still sitting on top of the kitchen counter, only this time there was an additional one on top of it.

Y/N,

Check the bed for a surprise from 'the girls'. See you at the game tonight.

- Nol

p.s. you owe me watermelon. 

- Teeks

You couldn't help the way that your cheeks reddened and your heart rate sped up when you read that sentence in Nolan's handwriting. At first, you thought that maybe he had bought you something. Until you realized that, 'the girls' was no way Nolan would refer to himself as. Unless he enlisted the help of some of the fellow WAGs to get you something. You rolled your eyes at Travis's side note and made your way back into Nolan's bedroom. On the bed was a dark gray jean jacket with flyers patches on the upper parts of each sleeve. It looked pretty straight forward, no excessive designs on it– not the usual playoffs jacket you'd normally seen.

The moment you flipped it over, your heart dropped into your stomach. On the upper back was a patch that said 'Patrick' and right in the middle were big, bold numbers '19.' Flipping it back over, it was then you noticed the small '19' on the right breastplate.

This was a WAG jacket...for Nolan....for you.

You dropped it onto the bed and quickly got out your phone, calling Ryanne. "Hello?"

"Why am I staring at a jacket with Nolan's last name on it, right now?"

"Yay! They must have came in at practice today. Crystal said she'd bring them and give each of them to the guys to take home. Put it on, does it fit?"

"Ryanne. Why–"

"Oh shoot, I guess that means we're wearing them tonight, which totally screws up that outfit." A short pause took over before she gasped. "Unless you don't wear that tank under the sweater! Ooh, which I bet will accentuate your boobs even more for Nolan to–"

"WHY?" You didn't realize just how loud you had yelled into the phone until Ryanne's side of the call was completely silent. "Sorry Ryanne, I just...I'm really confused."

"Be ready in 15. I'm coming to get you. And Y/N, you better wear that outfit and that jacket."

With a quick click of the phone, Ryanne had ended your call. You sighed and put your phone back into your purse before looking at the jacket and then dumping your shopping bag contents onto the bed next to it.

Of course, you couldn't have let the shopping trip without Ryanne insisting that you buy a new outfit for the 'new and improved, y/n' as she put it. An outfit she solely picked out herself and claimed that her inspiration and end goal was, of course, something that would snatch Nolan's attention.

You tugged at the bottom of the one size too small sweater, wishing that it could stay tucked into your jeans as you planned it too. It wasn't until you realized just how much it accentuated your chest that you realized just how Ryanne planned for you to grab Nolan's attention. Deep breathing did the trick of keeping your calm. It is, of course, very bad to upset or be upset at a pregnant woman.

"Can someone please explain to me why we're wearing the jackets? It's not even playoffs yet." You groaned, adjusting your sweater beneath the decorated jean jacket given out amongst the wives. "And why I even have one? I'm not dating Nolan."

"Oh sweetie, maybe not officially. But we all know that the two of you might as well be dating." Crystal, Simmonds wife smiled, wiggling her eyebrows.

You sunk further down into your seat and bringing your beer up to your lips. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do," Ryanne sang, smiling and looping her arm through your free one. "I think we're already planning your first date. I mean, if there's anyone who can push Nolan into finally asking you out it'll be Claude and Wayne. Those two are you biggest supporters, I swear."

You took a sip of your beer as you tried to hide your blushing face away from them. "There's nothing to support. We're just friends."

"Friends who had a PG-13 make-out session."

Crystal gasped and leaned over, holding onto my knee. "You and Nolan kissed? Uhm, when?"

"Last night. The party was still going on and they both wanted to go to bed, so Y/N offered Nolan a spot to share and one," Ryanne held up her index finger, "he agreed without a second of hesitation. two," another finger, " they had a huge heart to heart and three," she went to hold up a third finger when you brought her hand down.

"I kissed him, he kissed me back and then pushed me away and said, 'yeah I'd like to do this, but not now. sorry for rejecting you."

Ryanne shoved your hand off of hers and glared. "That's not what he said," she looked back at Crystal with hopeful eyes. "He said, that he wanted to kiss her and you know. But not in the middle of a party and he's been wanting to talk to her all day, but she's been avoiding him."

Crystal looked at you with proud eyes and squeezed your knee. "I feel like a proud parent right now! I've been waiting for you two to get together since you arrived in Philly. Now how was it, the kiss?"

You blushed again, taking another sip of your beer...only this one was a lot longer. "It was pretty great."

"What was that?" Ryanne smiled, cupping her ear. "Did I just hear the Y/N L/N admit that kissing her best friend was, in fact, great?"

"Oh shut up," you laughed, swatting at her. "You're lucky that you're pregnant or I'd dive-bomb you."

"Speak of the devil, here comes your man," Crystal smiled, nodding her head as the boys were coming back onto the ice for the third and final period.

The game had been a tough and brutal one. Yet again, they were playing the Pens and it was a pretty heated rivalry. Nolan had been checked into the boards more times than you could count...or want to see. It was weird, before this whole thing about your feelings with Nolan, you never had any problem seeing Nolan getting checked. You knew he was a tough guy and would probably get his redemption later on in the game. However, this game he'd spent most of his time chirping with anyone who would even dare to look in his direction, particularly number 59– Guentzel, his jersey read. And every time he got checked, you could feel yourself wince and then hope that he was okay.

"Come on, come on stand up! We have to cheer with everyone else!" Ryanne smiled as she and Crystal both tugged on your arms to get you standing with the crowd. Normally, the WAGs all sat up in a box, especially with a game as big as this one. But for some, strange and odd reason, the families and WAGs were sitting in a lower section, 5 to 6 rows up from the ice.

"Wooo! Go Flyers!" You cheered, clapping your hands together as the starters for the period stood on the ice. You watched as Nolan skated his last lap, looking at you with a smile before going off the ice to wait until his shift.

"Did you see that?" Crystal asked, looking at Ryanne. "I think he was checking Y/N out."

"Maybe he was checking out her chest. I didn't pick this sweater a size too small for nothing."

"I hate both of you." You grumbled, pulling the jacket tight over your chest and sitting down as the third period started.

You kept the jacket tight over your chest as you watched the game, keeping an eye out for your two roommates. When the play stopped and you saw Nolan come out for his shift, you sat up a little more on the edge of your seat, earning knowing smiles from Crystal and Ryanne.

"He's so feisty tonight. He hasn't stopped chirping 59 since their first shift." Ryanne said, perching up a little to see. "Like look at him, he looks pissed."

Just then, 59 skated closer to Nolan on the line and said something that pissed him off because the moment the ref dropped the puck, Nolan shoved the player. 59 dropped his gloves and skated at Nolan who followed suit. 

"Uh...I'd say he's a little more than just pissed." Crystal said, standing up as the crowd around us roared.

You couldn't get yourself to look away from the sight of the two boys fighting. Nolan had a fistfull of 59's jersey and was throwing punches at him every chance he got. 59 got a few licks in, that was evident the moment Nolan lost his grip on the jersey. 59 went to grab the back of Nolan's jersey and tried to pull it over his head and lock him in. Nolan, the sneaky player he is, snaked an arm out of the sleeve and continued to throw wild and blinded punches, still getting a few licks in until the two of them fell to the ice.

The crowd around us roared into cheers and screams as the people sitting on the glass beat against it with fervor. You stared with tunnel vision, laser-focused on Nolan as you watched him tear off half of his jersey and not bother to pick up the equipment he lost on the ice before stumbling back towards the locker room with a trainer fast behind him. You could feel the adrenaline from watching his fight mix with the worry your heart was beginning to feel, making a combination that left you feeling all sorts of lost.

Never in all of the years of watching Nolan play hockey, did you ever feel the need to know if he was okay after taking a hit or getting into a fight. Normally, you'd think nothing of it and wait until the end of the game for him to walk out with some makeshift bag of ice taped to a limb all while giving him a few chirps of your own. But now, you wanted nothing more than to run out of your seat and find your way through the corridor and into the training room, needing to know what happened.

"Y/N?" Ryanne waved a hand in front of your face and you shook your head, looking at her. "You zoned out, are you okay?"

"I just..." you looked back out towards the ice as the ice girls worked on scraping the blood off of the ice. "Whose blood is that?"

Crystal looked up from her phone and at you. "Nolan asked for you."

"What?"

She held up her phone to see a text from Wayne. "Wayne's in the training room getting P.T. and said Nolan mentioned you. Do you want to go down?"

"Nolan wants me down there?" 

"Sounds like it girl." Ryanne smiled, nudging you.

You stood up from your seat slowly and nodded your head. "Okay, okay yeah uh, I'll be right back."

You left your beer in your cupholder and made your way up the section steps. On your entire walk down to the corridor and trainers room, you couldn't help but replay the fight in your head. Did Nolan do as well as you thought he did? How many hits did 59 get in? Were they quality ones? With each thought, you tugged your jacket against you tighter and tighter. And just as you came to a stop in front of the training room door, you realized that you weren't pulling it against you because you felt exposed, but because it made you feel safe.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what you were about to see. A few deep breaths later, you opened your eyes and pushed open the training room door. When you walked in, Nolan was hunched over on one of the tables, his jersey off and his head hanging down as he held a towel to his face. He looked up to see who was at the door and when he made eye contact with you, his eyebrows furrowed and then his mouth opened, only to close again as if he couldn't find the words to say.

You ran over to him and held onto his shoulders, looking over him to make sure his injuries weren't too severe. Your hands then wrapped around his back and you hugged him tightly, not caring if you got any blood on you. When you pulled away, you sighed, looking at the damage done to his face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just some stitches on my head and then something for my nose. Cliff says I should be able to go back out once he gets the blood out of my jersey."

You let out a sigh of relief and then the images of him fighting 59 took over. In a quick moment, you smacked his padded shoulder and glared at him. "What the hell, Nolan?"

“Um, OW? That actually kind of hurt, Y/N."

"What the hell do you think you're doing fighting that guy? Since when did you become a fighter?"

"Why do you care? You've been avoiding me all day. You never even told me the results for your doctors' appointment." He put more pressure on the towel as he looked away from you, only to look back at you with a gleam in his eyes. "Wait a second...are you worried about me?"

His truthful accusation set you back. Of course, you were worried about him, he's your best friend! "One, you don't know that I've been avoiding you all day, and two, you're my best friend. So excuse me if I don't want to see you get your face smashed in by some dude you’ve been exchanging petty middle school glares at all game."

A cocky smirk took over his face as she brought the towel off of his face, revealing the damage done. A nasty head laceration just by his left eye and a bloody nose. "You've never been worried before. You haven't even snuck in one of your infamous chirps yet."

You could feel yourself getting frustrated because he was right. But now didn't feel like the best time to admit your feelings for him. Or maybe it was. "I hate you, you know."

"For?"

"Being right," you sighed and walked closer, standing directly in front of him. "I have been avoiding you all day. because...well, it felt like you kind of rejected me after our...kiss last night."

You shrugged your shoulders and looked away from him. "And I guess I'm just really embarrassed about it and didn't want to face you this morning. But now I'm wearing a WAG jacket with your name on it, Ryanne and Crystal are in my mind saying how much they like us together, and we're not even dating! Not to mention, for the first time since I've ever watched you playing hockey, I found myself worried sick about you."

"You were?" He whispered, almost in shock himself as if he hadn't known my feelings since last night.

"Yeah," tugging the jacket against you tightly again, you looked at him. "Every check into the boards made my stomach twist into knots. And then when you started fighting with 59 I just...I don't know."

The silence between you two was overbearing and you couldn't help but wish that Cliff would come back with Nolan's blood-free jersey any second now.

"He said something," You looked up to see Nolan removing the towel from his face. "Guentzel. He said something...about you. We'd been chirping all night, stupid shit here and there. But then that last second right before the shift, he must've noticed the jacket or something...because he'd love to have his way with you and I just snapped."

He fought to protect you. It wasn't from the pure frustration of the game and rivalry, but the chirping had turned to you being the subject and Nolan wasn't having any of it. "Nolan?" He looked back up from his towel, the swelling starting to settle in. "Do you like me?"

He laughed and shook his head, bringing the towel back up as he looked at you. "Isn't it obvious, Y/N?"

"Obviously not, since your teammates and their wives all want us together and yet I've never known about your feelings for me. So please Nolan, tell me. Don't give me a subtle hint or a stupid, crooked smile...just, say the words."

"Y/N," he dropped the towel next to him and reached out, grabbing both of your hands. "I love you. I've loved you since we were like 10-years-old and I'm an idiot for taking so long to finally act on my feelings and do something about it, but I just–"

You leaned forward, carefully cradling his face in your hands before pressing your lips to his. A simple kiss that sent electric shocks to the tips of your toes. You pulled your lips from him, keeping your eyes closed and your vicinity close as you tried to catch the breath that the small kiss had knocked out of your lungs. Opening your eyes to see Nolan looking at you, you smiled and brushed your thumb along his right temple. "I love you too."

He smiled and cupped the right side of your face and on instinct, you leaned into his touch as if you'd known it all of your life and were finally letting your heart accept what you'd been missing out on for so long. Nolan wrapped an arm around your waist and held you tight before pressing another kiss to your mouth, this one more feverish and hungry than the one the night before.

"Alright Nolan, let's just stitch you up and– Oh!"

Embarrassed, you stepped away from Nolan and turned to see Cliff standing there with Nolan's jersey in his hand. "Sorry, Cliff." 

He just smiled and shook his head, placing Nolan's jersey down on another table. "I'm gonna go get the stitch kit, I'll be right back."

Nolan kept his grip tight around you as Cliff left the room again and he pulled you back, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "So, does this mean if I ask...you'll go on a date with me?"

You brushed your fingers along his jawline, smiling down at him. "Hm, if I say yes, what do I get?"

"A night away from Travis, your favorite dessert and lots of kissing," he mumbled, pressing a kiss alongside your jaw.

"No surprise visits to any clinics?"

He raised his eyebrows and took in your smile. "Negative?"

"All three."

He pulled you into him and hugged you tight as he pressed another kiss to your temple. "Change of plans. If you say yes, we're kicking Travis out of the apartment and onto Hartsy's couch, ordering in your favorite food and then christening every surface we can find."

"So, that also includes a new roommate and endless amounts of cuddles?"

"Sure thing, spread eagle." He laughed, kissing you again before pulling back moments later. "Wait, new roommate?"

"You, dummy." You smiled down at him and then a thought dawned on you. "So uh, who's going to tell our parents the news?"

"More like who won the bet."

"There was a bet?"

"Oh Y/N, there's been a bet ever since the joint sex talk featuring my mom's fresh produce," he cringed, pulling you into him again. "At least we'll never have to sit through one of those again."

"Until they start asking us about grandkids."

You both burst into a fit of laughter as Cliff came back into the room, a stitch kit in his hand. You pressed a kiss to Nolan's temple as he squeezed your hand. "Are you heading back out there, Y/N?" Cliff asked, sitting down on a stool.

"Yeah, someone's got to make sure Ryanne doesn't go all crazy pregnant lady on some fans," You laughed, nodding at him. "You take care of our boy, Cliff."

"Always do, no matter what the punk says."

You laughed and walked towards the training room door, opening it and getting ready to walk out. "Has anyone told you how hot you look in that jacket?"

You turned to see Nolan, not even wincing as Cliff did the first stitch on this cut. "Eh, only this one guy. Long hair, pretty eyes, can't seem to grow a beard. Does he sound familiar?"

Nolan rolled his eyes and then a serious look fell over his smiling expression. "Will I see you out there?"

You winked at him and smiled. "Always, Nol. Always."

[slapshotsandoneshots]

Player: Nolan Patrick – To Be Determined. (Prospect)

Prompt:

Mentions: None.

Warnings: Fighting & Angst. Curse Words too.

Preview: You tried so hard but you got nothing in return. You tried to ignore it, it was his first NHL season. You knew he had a lot of pressure being picked in the first round. He was trying all he could do to not get sent down.

Characters:. 698 words.

You had somehow survived Nolan’s first NHL season. You weren’t the one playing but you were exhausted. You did everything for him, and he just seemed to be getting more and more distant. You weren’t sure what else you had to do.

 You tried so hard but you got nothing in return. You tried to ignore it, it was his first NHL season. You knew he had a lot of pressure being picked in the first round. He was trying all he could do to not get sent down.

So you allowed it, but now the season was over and you hoped you would get your Nolan back. You planned a whole romantic dinner for the two of you. You spent a week trying to find the perfect outfit. You got ready and he texted you to tell you he would meet you at the restaurant after locker clean-out.

You reached the restaurant and got your table. You almost sold your soul for the reservation. The hostess led you to the private table. You sat there sipping at your wine waiting for Nolan. What you thought would be a few moments, turned into hours. After a string of unanswered text messages and ignored calls, you gave up. You paid the tab for your three glasses of wine.

You headed home and crawled into bed without even changing. You curled into your side of the bed wiping the tears that ran down your cheeks. You didn’t even flinch when you heard the door open.

“Y/N?”

When you ignored him, he came into the room.

“Babe. I am sorry. I just got…”

“Caught up? I know. It’s the same excuse you used last week and the week before.”

“It’s just I have to spend time with the guys. We have to…” 

“Bond. Again I know. You tell me this every time you choose them over me.”

“Y/N, you’re being ridiculous!” he shouted.

Silence fell upon you both. Nolan just stared at the wall behind you, refusing to look into your tear stricken eyes.

“Nolan, I just don’t know how we got here.” You choked out.

He seemed to just keep staring at the wall behind your head but you found the strength to continue.

“Our entire relationship, I have done nothing but go above and beyond, for you, for us. I just don’t know, I have cooked, I cleaned, I picked your shit up off the floor, I have laid your suits out for you like you were a fucking child. I support you. I supported your job, the endless nights, you never being home. Whenever things needed to get done, I took care of it. And I just don’t feel like you appreciate any of it. But really, I don’t think you appreciate me.” You found a tissue from the bedside table and wipe your running nose.

“All I want is for you to show me something to let me know that you care.” you looked down at your feet.

Nolan suddenly looked at you. “Why didn’t you just tell me this?”

You could now see the tears brimming in his eyes. “Nolan, I have tried. I’ve tried” is all you could respond.

“But never like that” he pleaded.

“You might say things to imply how you were feeling, but I’m not a mind-reader Y/N.”

You finally looked up and met his gaze fully.

“But would it matter? You are who you are. You can’t change that.”

You watched as his lips moved trying to find the words but he stayed silent.

“Just leave me alone okay? Just leave, right now.”

“Babe, Listen…” he tried taking the steps towards your bed.

“Please, I just don’t want to be near you right now. Please...” you begged finally allowing the tears to be freed.”

He tried to find more words as you curled into your bed releasing the sobs you had been denying all evening. You listened as you heard his heavy footsteps and your door open and close. The moment you heard your front door close you sobbed harder.

[nolanscheeks]

Bad News Isn’t Always Bad

Hi, so this is the first fic I have ever posted! Have a read and let me know if you have any comments, questions, concerns!!

Loosely based on real events but completely fiction:)

Warning: sexual content;)

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“So, I have news” Nolan, your boyfriend, sighs heavily, walking over to you and plunking down onto a kitchen chair. It’s Tuesday afternoon in Philadelphia and you had just finished making lunch for Nolan and yourself when his phone rang and he went to the bedroom to take the call. You plated the food and sat down to eat a little nervously. It was weird for Nolan to leave the room to take a phone call. Normally, he would just pick up and talk to whoever it was right in front of you. 

“What is it?” you ask apprehensively. 

He raises his eyebrows and picks up his fork, “do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

“Bad news” you answer, growing anxious.

“Couple of the guys tested positive,” he begins, “practices and games are postponed till at least Monday.”

“Oh.” That wasn’t exactly a surprise, you had kind of been expecting this was bound to happen. With the cases so high and players only able to avoid others so much, someone was going to contract it. “Are you positive, too?”

“No. Well, I don’t think so” Nolan takes a bite of food and shrugs, seeming pretty relaxed about it. You grimace a little bit as the possibility of him getting sick crosses your mind, but you push that thought away. No need in worrying about something that might not happen. 

“What’s the good news then?” you inquire. 

“We get to sleep and play Fortnite” he smiles, “and maybe we could bake some cookies.”

“‘We’?” you tease, “you mean me.” Nolan flashes you another smile, sheepish this time. You will admit, you do make some pretty great chocolate chip cookies, but lately you’ve been busy with work, watching games, and helping Nolan get back into the groove of the demanding NHL schedule. Plus, cookies aren’t exactly in Nolan’s diet plan and he’s been pretty diligent about sticking to it, only breaking once when TK got a hattrick and the two of them had enjoyed a beer. Or two.

“I’ll cheer you on, baby. You look so hot rolling that dough.”

“Okay” you oblige, “but you’re doing the dishes from lunch.” He raises an eyebrow and glances at the kitchen where only a few dirty objects are sitting next to the sink.

“Deal” he reaches his hand out and you guys shake on it. After you both finish eating you get up and disappear into the bedroom while Nolan cleans. If he’s going to be cheering you on, you may as well give him a show you decide. You walk into the closet and reach into the very back of your sock drawer, pulling out your red Victoria’s Secret bodysuit. After stripping off your clothes, putting the bodysuit on, and grabbing one of his t-shirts, to hide your surprise, you make your way back to the kitchen. 

“You know what’s hot?” you ask when you approach Nolan. His back is to you as he dries the, now clean, plates. He grunts at you, which after months of knowing him, you know is code for ‘what?’. “You doing dishes” you smack his bum lightly. He sort of yelps out in response and turns around.

“What’s under there” he questions, grabbing his shirt, that’s covering your body, with his fingers and pulling you into him. You glance down at yourself, the red lace sort of peeping through the thin white cotton.

“Nothing” you push passed. He takes a seat at the island as you begin the motions of baking. You preheat the oven and grab your recipe book, flipping to the one for your famous chocolate chip cookies that Nolan loves so much. You start measuring out the sugar and butter, putting it in the mixer to whip. You go to the pantry and come back with the flour to find Nolan has turned off the mixer to stick his finger in the bowl to taste the mixture.

“Babe, that’s literally just butter and sugar” you giggle.

“I know, but it tastes so good” he hums, sticking his finger in again. 

You swat at him, “It’s so sweet, it’ll make you feel gross.” Nolan sticks his tongue out at you and sits back down at the island. He watches you measure the rest of the ingredients, throwing in the odd comment about how hot you look. Finally, you put the baking sheet in the oven and set the timer. You turn back towards him and reach down to pull off the shirt you’re wearing, revealing the lingerie underneath.

“I can’t even tell you how hot that was” he remarks, getting up and wrapping his arms around you. He pulls away a little and kisses your lips, then travels across your jawline and to your neck, causing you to breath in sharply. “I like it when you wear this stuff” he whispers. You reply by reaching for the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off him. You discard it to the side and hook your finger into the waistband of his pants.

“Come” you order, tugging at him. He follows you over to the couch where you place your hand on his bare chest and push him down onto it. You climb onto his lap so you’re straddling him and begin kissing his lips, jaw, and neck. When you feel him start to get hard against your thigh, you push against him until he’s laying down. It doesn’t take long for his pants to come off as well and for you to take him in your mouth. 

“Oh my god” he gasps as you take him completely. The saliva starts rushing to your mouth as you push his tip to the back of your throat. Your eyes lock with his as you slowly move your mouth up and down on his dick, more and more saliva gathering in your mouth. It’s wet and messy and he seems to love it. As he gets more and more into it you go faster and faster. You can feel your face burning and your eyes stinging with tears when he warns you.

“Baby, I’m gonna come.” You push his tip to the back of your mouth as you feel the pulse of his cock against your tongue. You swallow as he finishes and then sit back and wipe your hand across your mouth; looking down at him on the couch. He’s flushed and breathing hard as he basks in the feeling of the orgasm. He peeks up at you and reaches his arms out. You oblige, laying down on top of him. 

“Good?” you inquire, lifting your chin to look up at him.

“So fucking good” he breaths, eyes closed now. You smile to yourself, secretly loving the way your blow jobs seem to do something for him that nothing else can. The two of you lay there for a minute, Nolan completely blissed out and you enjoying the satisfaction of your performance. 

The oven beeps, interrupting the moment. You get off Nolan, and take the cookies out. They do look absolutely perfect and smell amazing, like always. You transfer a few onto a plate and return to the couch. Nolan’s still on his back, completely relaxed. 

“Open your mouth” you say, breaking off a bit of cookie. He does as you ask and you slip the morsel of cookie between his lips. He opens his eyes and cracks one of those million dollar grins. 

“We should quarantine more often,” he says. 

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Thank you so much for reading!

[tessisawriter]

Weathering the Storm (Nolan Patrick)

Request: 2 and 20 from that prompt list might be a good story to tell? . . . Much love ❤❤❤

A/N: I only used one of the prompts b/c the other one didn’t fit. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s “Peace” (link here).

Warnings: One curse word, angst, panic attack, break-in/sexual misconduct

Word Count: 1.9k

Elise was in the best mood she had been in months as she walked into the lobby and headed for the elevator to get to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend of three years, Nolan Patrick.

Alone time for the two was increasingly rare these days. Elise was busy recording a few more songs and finalizing the track list for her highly anticipated second album while adjusting to the increasing fame. Nolan didn’t have it much easier: the pressure was mounting on the Philadelphia Flyers because the playoffs were only a few weeks away.

Today, though, was a miracle. Elise had the day off and Nolan didn’t have to get up early for practice, so they spent a lazy morning together. Said lazy morning got even better when Nolan realized he only had to go to practice for two hours. Elise killed the time by going out for lunch with one of her closest college friends, and based on the time her watch displayed, Nolan would be back in 15-25 minutes.

Elise got out of the elevator and strode down the hallway, so distracted by her daydream of spending even more time with the love of her life this afternoon and evening that she didn’t immediately notice the absence of her security guard, Ernie. It was only after she arrived at the front door that she realized something was amiss: it was wide open.

Elise’s heart started to pound, and she cursed herself for forgetting to take the mace with her today. She adjusted her grip on the keys so that they could be used as a weapon as she quietly pushed the door open.

The scene that unfolded in the apartment was not an ongoing robbery like she feared. Instead, there were cops all over the living room, rifling through the drawers in the armoire and inspecting her bookshelf. The alarm only abated slightly when Elise saw her agent, Rhonda, and Ernie sitting at the dining room table.

“Elise, where have you been?” Rhonda shot up out of the chair and ran over to hug her.

“I just went out to lunch with Katie. What the hell is going on here?” she asked.

“Why don’t you sit down and we’ll tell you about it?” Ernie appeared behind Rhonda and beckoned Elise to follow him to the dining room table.

Elise sat in stunned silence as Ernie told her that a disturbed fan managed to gain entry into the apartment building because a friend lived there and broke into the apartment. Her stomach churned when Ernie described how he found him laying in the bed holding her bra and a pair of underwear.

“He’s gone now; I called the police and they arrested him and took him away about 15 minutes ago,” Ernie tried to assure her.

“I…I feel so violated.” Elise shuddered. A random man she didn’t know had been lying in the bed she and Nolan shared while caressing her underwear with one hand and…she couldn’t think about what he was doing with his other hand.

“Listen, Elise, I know you and Nolan were planning on taking it easy today, but we’ve got to figure out a game plan,” Rhonda said.

“I’m all ears.”

“Well, you need at least two permanent bodyguards added to your security detail, and Nolan should probably have one of his own.”

“Done.”

“And you’ve got to move out of here. The sooner, the better,” Ernie added, a note of warning in his voice.

“Agreed. I don’t want to be here anymore, either. I’ve been looking at a few other condos that I think could be suitable—”

“I think you’re misunderstanding me, Elise,” Ernie cut her off. “I don’t mean moving into another condo where we’re going to have the same problem. Apartment buildings are too hard to secure. You’ve got to move into a house in the suburbs.”

Elise sighed. “I was afraid you’d say that. It’s going to be really hard on Nolan to move in the middle of the season as it is, but the Flyers’ precarious position in the standings makes it even worse. I have to talk to him about it before I can agree to it.”

“Well, you’d better do it fast, because I’ve set up three house tours for you both this afternoon,” Rhonda said.

Elise shot an irritated look at her agent. “There’s no way in hell I’m doing that if he doesn’t agree. There are two of us to consider here, after all. And there have to be other options.”

“Elise—”

Instead of answering Rhonda, Elise put her head in her hands. She needed a minute alone to think, but that wasn’t going to happen, so blocking her eyes from seeing the nightmare unfolding in the apartment was the next best thing. The quiet lasted for about ten seconds before it was broken.

“Babe?” Nolan’s deep voice boomed through the apartment. “Babe, where are you? Why are there cops in our living room?”

Elise heard his voice get closer until it was loud enough to be right behind her chair, and sure enough, his presence was confirmed when she felt his hand rub her back. If only she could keep her head in her hands indefinitely.

No such luck, though. Elise raised her head and turned around to find Nolan with a split lip and cut on his cheekbone. “I thought today was supposed to be a light practice?” she said, hoping to change the subject.

“My face is the least of our problems. What the fuck is going on here?” He turned his steely gaze on Rhonda and Ernie. Nolan was intimidating when he wanted to be.

“I’ll give you two a few minutes to talk. The officers look like they’re about to leave, so let’s go talk to them in the hall, Ernie.” Rhonda got up out of her chair and high-tailed it to the living room, Ernie on her heels. To Elise’s relief, the cops were indeed heading for the door.

Nolan sat in the chair Rhonda had been occupying and rubbed Elise’s cheek with his thumb, concern and love written all over his face. “What happened, angel? You can talk to me.”

Elise had no idea why, but seeing Nolan so worried made her spiral down the rabbit hole that was her mind. Nolan was one of the best people she had ever met; he loved deeply and had upstanding moral integrity. Why would a great guy like him date someone like her, when all she would do is cause problems in his life? The break-in made it clear that she lost her privacy, and things would only get worse when she released her new album. Elise was going to have to weather these storms as long as she had a career in music, and as long as Nolan stayed with her, he would have to deal with them, too.

“Babe, look at me. I’m right here.” Elise resurfaced from her thoughts and saw Nolan on his knees in front of her, both of his hands caressing her face. “I’m going to take a few deep breaths in and out, and you’re going to copy me, okay?”

She nodded her head, and he led her through her breathing exercises. It had been a while since Elise had a panic attack, but Nolan still remembered what to do.

When she finally calmed down, she grabbed one of his hands and said, “I don’t deserve you.”

“Are you kidding? It’s the other way around, if anything.”

“No, seriously. As long as you’re with me, you’re never going to have any peace.”

Nolan’s eyes scanned his girlfriend’s face. “What happened today? I can’t help you if I don’t know.”

Elise took a deep breath. “While I was out at lunch, a disturbed fan managed to get into the building undetected and broke into our apartment. Ernie found him…he found him in our bed with one of my bras and a pair of my underwear.” Nolan’s face paled, but she continued. “I came back about 15 minutes ago to find the cops all over the apartment, looking to see if he stole anything. They arrested him and he’s in jail.”

“Well, I would hope so! God, Elise, I’m so sorry. That must’ve been traumatizing.”

“Yeah, well, it only gets worse. Ernie said that we should move to the suburbs, and Rhonda set up some house tours for us this afternoon. I said I had to talk to you about it first, because with the playoffs coming up, it’s going to be so distracting for you—”

“You’re worried about me?” Nolan sounded incredulous. “Elise, hockey comes out a roaring second compared to you, and clearly, this apartment isn’t safe for you anymore. I will do whatever is necessary to ensure that you’re happy and safe.”

“But that’s the problem: nowhere is going to be safe for me anymore!” she shouted. “People have been following me around the city lately and I’ve even seen the occasional paparazzo. As long as I remain in the music business, people invading my privacy will be a fact of life. You shouldn’t have to deal with that.”

Nolan looked stunned, but he opened his mouth and said, “You act as if I didn’t already know this. From the moment I heard you sing for the first time, I knew you were going to be a star. And I know what happens when you’re in the public eye. I deal with the media all the time, and I see the press hounding the guys in Montreal and Toronto; they have it way worse than me. My point is, if any of that bothered me, I would’ve left a long time ago, but it doesn’t. You’re the one for me, Elise, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

A tear escaped from her left eye and rolled down her face. “Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do. Your passion inspires me every day, and my family loves you, too. You make me a better person.” He cleared his throat. “Where’s Rhonda? We should tell her that we’re going to tour the houses today.”

He tried to get up off his knees, but Elise pulled his face to hers and kissed him. “Thank you, babe.”

“No thanks needed; it’s the truth.”

Nolan stood up, but Elise grabbed his wrist to prevent him from leaving again. “Wait; we can’t move into any of the houses tonight. What are we going to do?”

“I’m going to call Claude and Ryanne and ask them if we can stay in their house until the playoffs are over. I know they’ll say yes; Ryanne adores you.”

“How do you always have a solution to everything?” Wonder and admiration were in her voice.

“That’s how we work: you keep me on my toes, and I keep you grounded.”

Elise got up out of her chair and wrapped her arms around Nolan, resting her head on his chest. “I love you,” she murmured.

“I love you, too, and don’t ever doubt it. Come on, let’s go get this thing resolved.”

Nolan kept one arm around her as the two of them walked to the front door to find Rhonda and Ernie in the hallway. For the first time since Elise walked into the apartment earlier, she felt safe and, incredibly, a little peace.

[fernandoswarcrimes]

Masterlist:

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𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶

Charles Leclerc bumps into a girl at the Monaco Grand Prix only to find out that it was in fact the princess of Monaco herself, Gracelinde Grimaldi both enchanted to meet eachother but will their love get burned out before it can even start?

Charles Leclerc x Princess of Monaco OC

Status: ongoing

Last updated: 5/4/2023

The Era’s Tour

A collection of all of our favorite albums and songs wrapped into one.

Various Hockey, Foortball, & F1 drivers

The Tortured Poets Department

Coming soon....

Ghost of You

What happens when Travis loses sight of things and loses the one person who meant most to him? Especially to the likes of Matthew Tkachuk

Travis Konency x Reader x Matthew Tkachuk

Status: finished

Ego Season

Cole gets a billet sister who becomes the new star of the all boys team, Trevor doesn’t take kindly to being upshown and drama ensues.

Trevor Zegras x OC

Status: ongoing

Oneshots:

Hockey:

End up here - Nolan Patrick

Good Girls - Matthew Tkachuk

Unsaid Emily - Carter Hart

Wherever You Are - Cole Caufield

Long Way Home - Spencer Knight

Lie to Me Ft Julia Michaels - Trevor Zegras

Not in the Same Way - Jack Hughes

Heartbreak Girl - Alex Turcotte

Close as Strangers - Carter Hart

Blurbs:

Coming soon

[thebiggestfan1]

t-shirt & shampoo - Nolan Patrick

word count: 839

TW: language

"Nolan, the shower isn't working again!" you yelled, trying to be louder than the TV playing in Nolan's living room.

"You can use mine!" he yelled back. You sighed but made your way to his room, taking your towel with you.

"Thanks, Nol!"

As you opened the door to his room, you couldn't stand to look at the mess all over the floor and his bed. You two had a huge argument about him leaving his things wherever he liked to and it ended quickly when he said it was his apartment. You only "moved" here four weeks ago, secretly judging Nolan's mess the whole time. Living here was only temporary - you only waited for the call that would secureyou the spot of the job you applied for. Then you'd move to some new apartment, finally getting away from Nolan's messy one. Still, you were so grateful that he offered you to stay at his place while being in Las Vegas even if it meant you had to stand his mess.

While showering and singing the song you were listening to that morning, you started thinking about what moving out of there meant; no more breakfast that you and Nolan always prepared together while dancing in the kitchen, no more sleepless nights spent on the sofa watching a movie, no more cuddling when you couldn't fall asleep. You were such an idiot for falling in love with him.

There were some things that stood in your way but you couldn't stay away from him - you always found a reason to touch him and he didn't seem to mind at all.

You turned off the shower, trying to clear your mind while wrapping a towel around your body. No more thoughts of Nolan. No more thoughts of his perfect smile, cute laugh, amazing personality-

Shit. Just... shit.

Walking out of the bathroom, you picked out one of Nolan's baggy t-shirts from his closet. There was no way you'd walk out of that room with only a towel covering your body.

"I thought we could just watch Netflix today-" said Nolan as soon as you entered the room. When he turned his head your way, the words stopped spilling out of his mouth.

"Is that my t-shirt?" he asked, eyes darting to your bare legs. You couldn't hide the blush creeping into your cheeks and it took you a long time before speaking.

"Sorry, I'll give it back as soon as I change into something of mine. I just forgot to bring some clothing with me," you laughed nervously.

Nolan stood up from the sofa, taking two steps to you way before stopping in his tracks.

"Is that- is that my shampoo?" he asked softly, taking the final steps to you before bending his head to your hair and inhaling deeply. Shit, shit, shit. You were in so much trouble.

"I didn't think you'd have a problem with me using it but sorry if I offended you somehow-" you started but soon were silenced by Nolan's lips on yours.

This was the kiss you waited so long for. This was the kiss you longed for on the lonely nights when Nolan was out playing. But as soon as you kissed, you pushed him away, taking a few steps back, more than confused.

"Why- what-" you couldn't get the sentence out. A small smile appeared on Nolan's lips before he pulled you against his toned body.

"How could you not notice, Y/N? I thought you'd guess I liked you from the moment we met. I tried to hide it, push my feeling as far as I could, but this-" he motioned to the t-shirt you were wearing and to your hair. "This is too much. I can't handle my feelings - I can't do this anymore, Y/N."

A smile found its way onto your lips and you couldn't help but laugh from happiness.

"I can't do this anymore, too, Nolan," you smiled broadly before kissing him again.

It felt right to kiss him without any boundaries and with all the love you kept for him.

"You know," Nolan murmured into the skin on your neck after you both pulled away for air. His breath on your skin gave you goosebumps. "You can wear my clothes and use my shampoo anytime you want and I would never complain."

"That's good news," you breathed out, your body set on fire just with his touch. "Because I love your clothes and the way you smell."

Nolan laughed and it was one of the purest things you'd ever heard.

"Will you stay with me? I mean, when you get that job. You don't have to move away. I don't want you to move away. I will start cleaning my mess if it means you'll stay."

"You can't even imagine how happy I am to hear you say that."

"Are you happy about the part where I talked about you staying in my house or the part where I said I'd clean it?" Nolan's words made you laugh again and you leaned your head against his chest, trying to calm down your racing heartbeat.

"I'll let you guess, baby."

[carters-hart79]

😂😂😂

the penalty box in hockey is such a funny concept to me. big fighty men go in the naughty cube. imprisoned for sports crimes

[rangers2076]

Fic Recs

Here are just a few of my favorite pieces of writing on this website. This list is long overdue and I just wanted to thank all of these writers and every other writer for sharing these creations with everyone

Tyler Seguin

Series:

Won’t Go Slowly by @psychospeak-blog

Little Do You Know by @raysofcrosby

Weight of Her World by @dempuckboys

Sex Education by @bandgirlsclub​

Oneshots:

Whiskey by @raysofcrosby​

Kevin Hayes

All My Own in a Big Red Bow by @hattywatch​

Plus Size Fic by @hockeyandtaylorswift​

Summer Friends to Lovers Blurb by @babrielandeskog​

Loves the Way You Love Me Part 1 Part 2 by @hartsytrash

Friends to Lovers by @hockeywocs​

Chris Kreider

Take Me As You Please HC Part 1 Part 2 by @rawmeanderson​

5 Times You Posted About Him, and One Time He Posted About You by @that-fandom-stuck-in-your-head​

Nolan Patrick

Ten Ways to Say It by @mathewbaezal 

Brady Skjei

I Can Help by @jveseysarchive​

Teaching His Daughter How to Walk by @penaltbox​

Andre Burakovsky

Back To Me by @backstrombabe65​

Champion by @rawmeanderson​

Broken Ribs by @carey-pricemas​

Since the Beginning by @hockey-hoe-24-7​

If the World Was Ending by @puckinghell​

Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off Part 1 Part 2 by @psychospeak-blog​

Mitch Marner

Give the Stars Something to Watch by @antoineroussel​

Shower Sex by @angelgummy​

Jimmy Vesey

Manhattan by @hockeywocs​

I Can’t Sleep by @captain-mcdavid​

Love Songs & Companion Piece by @hattywatch​

The Importance of Teamwork by @hattywatch​

Tyson Jost

Wedding Crashers series by @bandgirlsclub​

Collide series by @burkymakar​

Vince Dunn

Series:

Angel by @bandgirlsclub​

Call It What You Want by @bandgirlsclub​

You Ain’t Gotta Love Me by @bandgirlsclub​

Stuck With You by @bandgirlsclub​

Oneshots:

Casual by @hookingminor​

Are You Mine? by @patty-wagon-nols​

Doing It Wrong All Along by @tkachukme​

Back to You by @mbarzals​

Want You Now by @plasticfilth​

Brett Howden

Series:

It’s What You Deserve by @pucksnsticksnhockeyboys​

Oneshots:

Seasons With You by @pucksnsticksnhockeyboys​

Mat Barzal

Series:

Woke Up In Nashville by @bandgirlsclub​

Oneshots:

5 Times Everyone Knew Mat Loved You & The One Time Mat Realized Himself by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​

Holy ground by @bandgirlsclub​

Goodnight and Go by @bandgirlsclub​ 

Everything I’ve Been Missing by @bandgirlsclub​

Baby Kiss It Better by @tkachukme​

Every Side of You by @generallybarzy

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

By This Time Tomorrow

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous

Tagging: @aw-hawkeye @caswinchester2000

Fandom: NHL  

Relationship: Established; Nolan Patrick x Reader

Summary: It’s the night before your wedding with Nolan and he shows up at your hotel to talk to you since he can’t sleep.

Word Count: 780

Warnings: None.

It was around 11pm and you had just set a timer for a face mask when you heard a soft knock at the door of your hotel. You furrowed your brows and walked towards the door and looked through the peephole to see your fiancé on the other side of the door.

You and Nolan were getting married tomorrow, which was why you were staying at the hotel to begin with. It was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding and it was tradition for the bride to stay somewhere else, and blah blah blah.

If you were being honest, you hated being away from Nolan. You never slept was well when he was gone, especially since you weren’t even at your home, in yours and Nolan’s bed. You were in an unfamiliar environment and you didn’t like it, but tradition was tradition.

But, there Nolan was, on the other side of the door.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him through the door.

Nolan laughed and looked up at the peephole, knowing you were looking at him. “I couldn’t sleep.”

You smiled and had to restrain yourself from unlocking the door. “You know I’m not going to let you in, right?”

Nolan nodded. “Yeah, I figured that, but I just wanted to hear your voice and,” he shook his head. “I guess I could have called, but I wanted to be with you.”

You smiled and leaned forwards against the door, lining your hand up with where you thought Nolan’s hand was on the other side of the door. “That’s really romantic, actually.” You laughed.

Nolan blushed a little. He never did think of himself as the romantic type. “You think so?”

You nodded. “Yeah, Nol. The night before the wedding the groom missed the bride so much that he drove all the way to her hotel just to talk to her? Come on, that could be a scene in a movie.”

“Really?”

“I think it’s sweet.” You told him, knowing he was feeling a bit self conscious about the situation.

He chuckled. “Okay, thank god. I was worried I was making a fool of myself here.”

“No, never.” You said with a smile. “You could never make a fool of yourself.”

He laughed and sat down, resting his back up against the door and you followed his actions, resting your back against the door from the inside. “Did you forget our prom night? Because I distinctly remember tripping on your dress and spilling punch all over myself.”

You laughed and nodded your head. “Yeah, okay, that’s true. You did make a fool of yourself then… But I still loved you, even when you were covered in punch.”

Nolan laughed. “I’m going to try my best not to spill anything on myself tomorrow.”

“You better not! I don’t need my wedding photos ruined!” You said through your laughs. “You’re only drinking white wine.”

“Okay, I can promise that. Only white wine tomorrow.”

You smiled as you pictured Nolan in his suit tomorrow, knowing you were just hours away from being married to your best friend. You couldn’t be more excited.

“I can’t believe we’re really getting married tomorrow.” Nolan whispered, just loud enough for you to hear it through the door.

“I can’t wait.” You replied.

“Neither can I. I mean, I’ve love you since we were kids and I always pictured us getting married, I just can’t believe it’s really happening. That in a few hours you’re going to be my wife, not my fiancé, not my girlfriend, my wife.” He said, smiling as he closed his eyes and pictured dancing with you tomorrow.

You smiled brightly. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

Before Nolan could say anything, the time on your phone telling you to wash off your face mask went off. You pushed yourself off the floor quickly and ran over to grab your phone, turning the timer off before coming back to the door.

“What was that?” Nolan asked.

You sighed. “It was a timer. I have to wash my face mask off.”

“Oh.” Nolan said softly. “Okay, I’ll uh, I’ll let you go.”

You rested your hand against the door, wanting so badly to open it and let Nolan in. “If you still can’t sleep, you can always call me, babe.”

Nolan nodded, though he knew you couldn’t see him. “Yeah… I’ll see you in a few hours. Don’t get cold feet.”

You laughed. “My feet are very toasty, I promise.”

“Okay.” Nolan smiled and pushed himself up to stand. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, future Mrs. Nolan Patrick.”

You laughed. “I’ll see you soon, future husband.”

[raysofcrosby]

WHEN YOU’RE READY

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 (𝘹)

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥: yes | no

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴): angry nolan, bad words and mentions of std’s

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 4,901

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: so i’m not a huge health expert, so there’s a good 90% chance that the way the appointment in this goes, isn’t factual. so please don’t attack me lmao. tbh this idea came to me while i was cleaning out our garage??? like i think this is gonna be a multi-part imagine??? safe sex is important everybody!!!! even if you’re on bc, condoms are important so please be safe!!!! ok enough rambling, bye!

“Chlamydia! The stupid asshole has Chlamydia!” You screamed, pacing back and forth as you waved the piece of paper in front of your best friend, Nolan's face. “He has Chlamydia and he wasn’t even going to tell me!”

“Well, do uh...have you er—“ Nolan asked, the tips of his ears turning red as he scratched at his neck.

You stopped and stood directly in front of him, the piece of paper feeling like it was on fire as you held it in your hand. “What?”

“Have you...” His eyes shifted from the paper to you and then back to the paper. “You know...”

Now it was your turn to turn red from embarrassment as his eyes stayed glued to the piece of paper. You and Nolan have been best friends since you were kids, sharing all the awkward moments that growing up with an opposite-sex best friend had to offer. He was (unfortunately) there for your first period, your parents gave you joint sex talks after they walked in on the two of you sharing a quick, experimental kiss when you were 10 (which also marked the end of your joint sleepovers) you knew each other’s, body counts— there was nothing in this world that could make you feel embarrassed in front of him...or so you thought. Because him asking you whether or not you have an STD was brand new territory and you didn’t like it.

“No,” You stared back down at the piece of paper, looking for the date. “But the results say he came in Tuesday last week and we haven’t had sex—“

“Nope, stop right there.” He held up his hand and got up off of the couch, walking towards the kitchen and grabbing his keys off the counter. “I guess our parents duel birds and bees talk didn’t scare you as much as it did me, because if it did— you’d be more aware of STD’s and getting tested.”

“Oh trust me, I was scared the moment your mom brought out the fresh produce.” You replied, cringing at the memory of your parents teaching you about condoms. “But we haven’t had sex in—“

“Doesn’t matter Y/N! Who’s to say he hasn’t had....” He paused as the elevator doors closed behind you. He couldn’t even bring himself to say the word— and you were thankful for it. “What I’m trying to say is, guys are idiots. He could have had all the signs and ignored them and not realized something was wrong until too late and that’s why he got tested.”

When the elevator doors opened again, he walked ahead of you and you followed behind like a puppy. “What you need to be focused about, besides getting tested, is why the hell he’s had these results for almost two weeks and hasn’t told you.”

“Oh trust me, I’m giving him an ear full the next time I see his sneaky ass.” You mumble, getting into Nolan’s car and putting on your seatbelt.

He didn’t say another word as he left the parking garage to his apartment building and began driving down the road. You were equally as calm as you were embarrassed right now, and you had Nolan to thank for it. He’s been your rock since you were kids, even taking you under his wing the moment that you decided to move to Philly last year, for a job opportunity that you couldn’t refuse and one that your parents didn’t understand. He and his teammate, Travis let you stay with them rent free until you could save up some money and find a place. But instead of finding a place, you found Preston.

Nolan was supportive of course, but his unease about just how soon you and Preston moved in together was not something he ever shied away from. The two of you even got into a huge argument about it the night before you moved in with Preston. The worst argument you’ve ever had, one that had you thinking that you’d probably never talk to one another again. But the next morning, Nolan had an edible arrangement sent to your desk with an apology and everything’s been well ever since. He’s always been supportive of you, no matter what you’ve done— and now is no different.

“Um Nol, this isn’t the way to my doctor's office.”

“That’s because we’re not going to a doctors office. You need results quicker than what a doctor’s office an offer. Not three days, not next week, now.” He pulled off the road and into the parking lot of a small clinic. “So, you’re doing a walk-in and getting your results the same day.”

“Do I even want to know how you know where a walk-in clinic is?” You asked, your eyebrows raised. It was hard to imagine that he’d ever had to come here for testing— oh God, what if he’s come here for another reason?

Nolan laughed, shaking his head as he opened his car door. “Never for me. Travis has made a visit or two after some...interesting encounters.”

You let out the breath you hadn’t even known you’d been holding and got out of the car. “I was about to say, I’m way too young to be a Godmother, Nolan.”

He mumbled something before getting out of the car. It was low, but it sounded like he said “you don’t have to worry about that,” but then again, this mumbling was a lot lower than his normal incoherent mumbling. So you probably misheard him. You shook it off and got out of the car, following Nolan into the small clinic. You didn't know what you were expecting. Any time you've ever gotten blood work or any kind of medical test done– it was at your own doctor's office.

There were four other people sitting in the waiting room, and you couldn't help but wonder what they were here for. Or if just by simply looking at you, they knew that your scumbag of a boyfriend had possibly given you chlamydia. "Here."

You shook yourself out of your thoughts to find Nolan shoving a clipboard into your chest. "What is this?"

"You were off in Y/N-land, so I got your paperwork. Just fill it out and then hand it off. She said a doctor should be with you shortly." He walked towards two chairs in the corner and sat down, patting the one next to him.

Your legs felt like jello as you followed suit and sat down. Picking up the pen that was connected to the clipboard, your eyes skimmed the paper. It was asking for basic facts like your name, age, insurance provider, and what you were there for– nothing too intimate. Though you knew the nurse or doctor you'd be cared by, would ask them as soon as you walked through that door. You slowly filled out the information before walking back up to the women, giving her a smile as she took the clipboard from you. "Just have a seat and we'll have someone with you in just a moment."

You nodded, turning back and immediately bumping into a little boy, no older than four. "Sorry." He giggled, running past you and over to a woman sitting by the small play area. No sooner than he bumped into her legs, she looked up and gave you a smile before returning back to filling out her paper.

A chill went down your spine as you walked back to Nolan and you could feel your palms begin to sweat. What if Preston had given you Chlamydia? What's the treatment? What if you had something worse? What were you going to tell your parents? Would you tell your parents? Surely Nolan wouldn't rat you out. Oh God, Nolan. He's as recognizable as a mall Santa. There's no way word won't get out that the Nolan Patrick, a Center for the Philadelphia Flyers, was sitting in a walk-in clinic with a nervous looking girl.

You could see the headlines now. 'Has Nolan Patrick knocked up a girl?' 'Tis the season for hockey– and a baby?!' You couldn't even begin to think about the mean tweets and comments on Instagram without feeling the least bit nauseous.

"Hey, you okay?" Nolan whispered, leaning over to you.

Whether it was his voice or the sudden realization of your situation, you got chills down your back and up your arms. "You should leave. I don't want you to get ostracized or something for being seen at a clinic with me."

In true Nolan fashion, he rolled his eyes. "I'm not letting you do this alone."

The door separating the waiting room from the rest of the clinic opened and a middle-aged woman in scrubs stood there with a clipboard in her hand. "Y/N L/N?" It freaked you out the moment her eyes landed directly on you without looking anywhere else in the room.

"Come on, let's go," Nolan said, wrapping his hand around yours and standing up, almost dragging you with him to the back room.

He hadn't let go of your hand the entire walk down the hallway and into a private room, only letting go when the Nurse told you to sit up on the exam table. And even then, he scooted the free chair closer to it in case of any emergent hand holding. "So Miss L/N, you wrote down that you're here for a Chlamydia test, is that correct?"

"Y-Yes ma'am." You replied, playing with your hands as your eyes darted around the room taking in all of the informational posters.

Like a well-oiled machine, she took your blood pressure and temperature, marking them down onto a piece of paper before looking at you again. "Are you having any symptoms?"

You opened your mouth to speak and your throat felt a little dry. You took a small breath and exhaled. "My boyfriend got tested last week and he uh....he has it. So I thought that I'd get tested..."

Her eyes immediately looked at Nolan with raised eyebrows. "Did you just do a Chlamydia test or a full STD screening?"

After her question went unanswered, Nolan looked away from a poster on the wall to see her staring at him. His cheeks immediately went red as his eyes widened. "Oh no. No, no I'm not–" he cleared his throat, giving you an embarrassed look. "I'm not her boyfriend."

"He's my emotional support best friend," You smiled, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. "He actually drove me here."

The nurse gave you a smile before turning back to Nolan. "Will you be getting any testing done today, young man? Or just her?"

"Just her."

She nodded and turned back to you with the clipboard in her hands. "Do you want him in the room when I ask these questions? They get a little personal."

"That's okay, I'll just go ahead and excuse my–"

"No!" You held onto his hand tighter, giving him a pleading look. "He stays. Otherwise, I think I might faint."

Nolan squeezed your hand back and leaned into his chair as the Nurse nodded her head. "Okay, so these are just some basic questions. There's no need to be nervous or scared, I'm here to help you figure everything out, okay?"

You gulped and nodded, feeling the nerves surge through your body. "O-Okay."

"Have you or your boyfriend ever had an STD before?"

"I haven't, no," You shook your head, burrowing your eyebrows as you thought about Preston and his sexual history...which you realized you hadn't really known much about. "I don't know about him, though."

"That's okay, no worries." She smiled, scribbling down. "How many people have you had sex with?"

"4, including my boyfriend and he's the only person I've been having sex with for the last 9 months."

"The kind of sex you've had?"

You felt your body begin to heat up at her question. She really wasn't kidding about how personal they got. You were starting to question whether or not you should have had Nolan leave the room. You glanced over at him to see that he was looking at everything except for you, probably trying to make himself seem invisible...but the flush of his cheeks shows that he too was feeling a little embarrassed.

"Um...everything?" You squeaked, feeling your heart hammer at the fact that your best friend now knew that you were no longer untouched in the backdoor apartment. Something that you two never really dwelled on the topic at all, but he still knew that you weren't the biggest fan. Your eyes went back to Nolan and his head was now ducked and staring at the floor.

"So, Vaginal, Oral, Anal–"

"Yes, yes, next question please." 

God, if you're listening...please swallow me up right now.

"How often do you use protection? And is there anything else you do that could increase your chances of getting an STD?" How she was able to keep a stone cold face as she asked these questions, you had no clue. Because between both you and Nolan, you'd think that the two of you were tomatoes.

"Um...maybe like, 50% of the time, I guess? I've got the implant in my arm, but he switches on and off with condoms. And no, nothing that comes to mind."

She scribbled down the information onto the paper and gave you a reassuring smile before placing the clipboard down onto the counter and opening some cabinets. "Now, I know you came here just for the Chlamydia test, but is there any other testing you'd like to get done? Pregnancy? A full STD screening?"

"Um, sure? I guess."

She wrote some more stuff down on the clipboard before walking over towards the door. "Give me a minute and I'll be right back with the doctor, okay?"

She walked out of the room and it was as if she took all of the air with her. The tension between you and Nolan was so heavy, it was suffocating. "So, babies..."

"WHAT?"

He stood up and walked across the room, pointing to an anatomical poster of a baby in the womb. "There's a lot of babies in this room."

You could tell that he was trying his best to relieve the tension, but he was ultimately failing.  "Sorry, you had to sit through that. If I would have known the kind of questions..."

He shrugged his shoulders and stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets. "S'okay. It was uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck and you could tell he was trying to fight his body from letting his cheeks redden even more. "Educational?"

You burst into laughter as the tears you'd been holding back released themselves. Out of all of the things, Nolan calling the fact that he learned you'd done anal...educational. "I love you," you sniffled, wiping your cheeks as he came and sat down next to you again. "What am I going to do? What if I have it? What if I'm pregnant? What if–"

He covered your mouth and while he had a smile on his face, the calmness in his eyes spoke to you the most. "What you're not going to do is give yourself a panic attack, okay?"

You nodded and he dropped his hand, reaching down and holding yours. "Then what am I supposed to do?"

He looked around the room, his eyes settling on a stack of pamphlets on the counter. He got back up and looked through them, coming back with what looked to be like one from every pile. "We read up on it. So if your results do come back positive, you have the right information and treatment so you won't send yourself into a panic attack."

He sat down and placed the pamphlets down next to him, taking both of your hands in his as you sniffled again. "I'm right here Y/N and I'm not leaving, okay? Whatever happens, you'll have me right here by your side."

He reached up and wiped your cheek, giving you a smile as you nodded. The door opened and the nurse from earlier came back in with the doctor by her side. "Hi Y/N, I'm Dr. Pippen," He smiled, extending his hand to you before turning to Nolan. "And this must be the emotional support best friend."

"Nolan, sir," Nolan replied, shaking his hand.

"Nice game Friday and an even better win," He replied, turning back to look at the paper the Nurse had written on. "So, what we're going to do is a basic STD screening and then a pregnancy test. Have you ever had any of those before?"

"No sir, never."

"Alright, so Chlamydia and Gonorrhea tests can be done through urine samples, so we'll have you pee in a cup and that's how we'll do your pregnancy test as well. Those results you'll be able to receive tomorrow." He flipped the paper over as the nurse prepared the sterile cup and pulled out packaged needles and labeled tubes. "Now, for the rest, we'll be taking small blood samples and those can take another day or two depending on how backed up the lab is."

"What are the rest you're screening for, sir?" Nolan asked, interacting during your appointment for the first time.

"HIV, Syphilis, and Hepatitis B." He looked up from the clipboard and gave you a reassuring smile. "Based on your answers, it's a slim chance that you could have any of those, but it's never a bad thing to be safe, okay?"

You just nodded and looked at Nolan as you heard the Nurse start to prepare to take some blood samples. "Hey, how are we ever supposed to get matching tattoos if you're freaking out over some tiny needles," Nolan whispered, the glint in his eye telling you not to worry.

"Go ahead and clench your fist for me, honey," the nurse said as you felt her tie the rubber band on your arm. "Perfect, now you'll just feel a pinch."

"Do I still get artistic control of our said, matching tattoos?"

"As long as you don't make it frilly and girly, of course." He said, but you knew he was lying based on the fact that he had three flowers on the inside of his bicep– one of his mom and the other two for his sisters.

"I'm going to pick the frilliest and girliest tattoo ever then."

"Okay, now we just need your urine sample and then you're done." The nurse said, turning back and placing the two tubes of blood into a plastic bag. She turned back to you and handed you another plastic bag with your information on it and a plastic, clear cup. "The bathroom is just right across the hall."

You took the materials out of her hand and were amazed at how solid your legs felt for the first time since finding (bf) paper results. Opening the door, you turned back one last time and looked at Nolan who gave you a small smile and a thumbs up. You turned back and left the room, letting the heavy door close behind you before walking into the bathroom.

You've peed in a cup before, sure. To get your job you had to take a drug test and that wasn't nerve wracking. But this, this was a test that would show whether or not you had two sexual diseases or if you were going to be a mother in 9 months time. Undressing from the waist down, you hovered over the toilet and closed your eyes, trying to relax your hand holding the cup from shaking. Unless you wanted to chug a few bottles of water, this was your only chance to get the test done and leave the clinic.

When you were done, you closed the cup and put it in the bag sealing it. As you washed your hands, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were puffy from your short stint at crying, your hair a little bit of a wreck– but otherwise, you looked the same. You didn't look how you had been feeling the last few hours– different, changed... as nothing would ever be the same after finding out that your boyfriend could have potentially given you an STD.

Walking out of the bathroom and back into the private room, you put the cup in a small tub on the counter and the nurse smiled at you. "I'll go ahead and print you off a copy of your test order and then you're free to go, I'll take you back out front."

You followed her down the hall and through the door, back into the waiting room again, Nolan still by your side. We stood at the front, waiting for her to hand you the printout. When she did, You gave her a thankful smile. "We'll call you with the results, have a nice night."

Walking out of the clinic, you'd expected for the sun to be completely set and the nightlife of Philly to be alive. Yet the sun was only beginning to set and traffic was at ease. It was strange because being in that clinic...it felt like you were in there for hours. Where when you looked at the time, it had really only been 45 minutes. You and Nolan had kept quiet as you got into his car and began to pull out of the parking lot. Coming to a stop, he placed his hand on top of yours and looked at you. "What do you want to do?"

What you wanted to do was drive out to an abandoned lot, get out of the car and just scream– to let out your frustrations. And even though you knew Nolan would support it full heartedly, maybe going to an abandoned lot at this time of day wasn't the best idea. So instead, you took a deep breath, squeezed his hand and said, "take me home."

                                                           ––

Nolan was against dropping you off at your apartment and leaving you there to talk to Preston alone but after insisting and then threatening to cut his hair while he slept...he finally left. You didn't want Nolan to be there when you had the talk with him because you were already embarrassed enough at the fact that he had to take you to the clinic to get tested. Having him hear you argue with your boyfriend about how the hell he got Chlamydia and if he was going to tell you, wasn't something you wanted him there for.

The front door to your apartment opened and Preston strolled in, closing it behind him and hanging his keys up on the hook. "Hey babe," He said, sounding relaxed and happy as he made his way over to you in the living room. "Is everything o–"

That's when he must have seen it, his unfolded test results sitting directly in front of you, face up and in full view. You had your hands tucked beneath your chin as you stared at the paper. "Sit down."

"Where did you get–"

"SIT Preston!" You yelled, keeping your eyes on the paper because you knew the moment that you looked him in the eyes, your facade would fall and the tears would spill.

You reached out and slid the paper over towards him. "Y/N, I can explain."

You let out a gutted laugh, finally looking at him. "Please do! Please explain to me why I found a positive test result for Chlamydia from almost two weeks ago, sitting on the counter!" His eyes stayed looking down at the paper as if he was reading it over. But you knew better, he was just too chicken to look you in the eye. "How?"

You already knew the answer, you just wanted him to say it. To see if he was capable of being an adult and facing his problems head-on. The way his eyebrows furrowed and straightened out again as he chewed on his lip, was showing you that he was contemplating his explanation. The truth or a lie? "Maybe you–"

"Don't you even go there, Preston."

He sighed and rubbed his hands down the front of his face as he fell back into the couch. "It was only two times."

In an instant, it was like those five words sucker punched you so hard in the gut, that you could feel the pain in your back. "O-Only two times? ONE TIME IS BAD ENOUGH PRESTON! BUT TWO?!"

"Y/N, please it was a–"

You held up your hand to silence him, feeling your bottom lip tremble as you collected your thoughts. "I had to get tested today, Preston. Nolan had to drive me to the fucking walk-in clinic to get tested for Chlamydia and every other fucking STD in the book because you can't keep your minuscule dick in your pants?"

You stood up and held your hands out to calm yourself, looking at him. "And you have the fucking guts, to say it was only two times...and that it was a mistake," you laughed and shook your head. "Fucking unbelievable."

You heard the couch shift back as he stood up fast, clenching the paper in his hands. "Why were you even going through my stuff?"

"You left it on the kitchen counter, genius!" You said, turning your back to him and crossing your arms. "Get out."

"What?" He asked, scoffing at your demand. "This is my apartment! I'm not getting out of my apartment."

"Fine," You turned back to him, glaring at him. "Then I'm leaving. I'll come back for all of my stuff."

"Come on, Y/N, let's talk this out like adults and–"

"ADULTS?" You laughed, shaking your head. "WE'RE YOU EVEN GOING TO TELL ME?"

He stood there, his eyes switching constantly between the floor, his test results and you. "Eventually."

"Eventually," you threw your hands up and let them fall against your legs. "Eventually, doesn't work for me, Preston. You're putting my health at risk because you're too much of a coward to tell me that you cheated on me and the skank you did it with gave you an STD."

He lunged forward and grabbed your elbow as you went to walk away from him. "Y/N–"

"Let go of me, Preston!"

No sooner than the words left your lips, your front door burst open and Nolan came storming over towards you. In an instant, Preston's grip was ripped from you as Nolan pushed him against the wall, his forearm pressing against Preston's chest. He turned to you and nodded his head down the hall. "Y/N, go pack a bag," he turned back to Preston and glared at him. "You're leaving."

"Y/N, please don't! We can–" His voice choked off as Nolan slid his forearm up higher towards Preston's windpipe.

"You don't talk to her, you don't look at her," He looked back at you, "Y/N, now."

You turned away from the scene and rushed into the bedroom you shared with Preston. Reaching under the bed, you grabbed your duffel bag and raced around the room, grabbing as much as you could from your assigned drawers, your side of the closet and any of the electronics and other small stuff you'd need. You zipped it up and tossed it over your shoulder, walking out of the room to see Preston still pinned against the wall. He looked in your direction and nodded to his right, signaling for you to go towards the front door.

You walked by Preston, not even bothering to give him a second look as you stood by the door, shuffling side to side as Nolan glared at Preston once more. "You better pray that her test results come back negative or so help me God, I'll come back here and personally kick your ass." He pushed him further against the wall before letting him go, pushing a finger into his chest. "Let's get one thing straight. Whatever her insurance doesn't cover from this testing, you'll pay. We'll be back tomorrow to grab the rest of her stuff around noon. You can either be here, hide away in a fucking corner and not speak or you can choose not to be here when we are. Either way, if I find out that you're trying to contact her, I'll come back and kick your ass."

Preston just nodded his head frantically and Nolan sent him another death glare before walking over to you. He wrapped his arm around your waist and lead you out of the door and into the hallway. He kept you close to his side, even taking the bag away from you and carrying it himself as he led you to the elevator of the building. As soon as the doors closed behind you, Nolan leaned back against the elevator wall, his arms crossed. "You never left...did you?"

He looked away from the control panel and over at you. He stood up straight and walked over to you, wrapping you in his arms and hugging you tight. "I told you I wasn't leaving you Y/N." He pulled back and made you looked at him, his face stoic. "I'm not leaving your side ever. Whatever you want to do, I'll support you. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."

You stared up at him, noticing the way that his eyes took you in and hugged him tighter, pressing your face into his chest. "Take me home, Nol."

[lowkeyhockey]

MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS

1. your name on my lips (tongue-tied) - with freddie andersen

Description:  You’ve had childhood fantasies about this exact moment: Freddie’s hands on your waist, his lips pressed against the side of your head, a sea of white fabric spilling between the two of you. But the ring on your finger has nothing to do with him, and his own happily-ever-after had crashed and burned over a year ago, and you’re just - sorely in need of a stiff drink.

ONESHOT STORY [x]

2. stronger than my demons - with nolan patrick.

Description: Nolan makes a bad day better. He always does. 

ONESHOT STORY [x]

3. as long as skies are blue - with mitch marner.

Description: Sometimes it’s okay to start over. Sometimes you need to move on. 

ONESHOT STORY [x]

VERSE: CAN I GO (WHERE YOU GO)

Description: A ‘verse featuring [Y/N], a (not very) single mother, Lila, your (very) opinionated daughter, and Freddie Andersen, a man who’s just happy to have been invited along for the ride. But in the beginning, there had been Sidney Crosby. 

Stories in this verse:

1. accidents (how we went from friends to this) - with sidney crosby

Description:  Unexpected friendship, expected stardom, unexpected baby. You'd moan about karmic retribution, but Sid (who's at least three times as superstitious as you've ever managed to be) threatened to throw his jockstrap at you the last time you went into a rant about the perils of ditching health class. Ends five years before the start of kiss me once (you know i've had a long night)

PART i [x]: featuring books, shitty hockey parents, and taylor crosby

PART ii [x]: featuring prom, and taking time to appreciate the things that stay

parts iii and iv are works in progress

2. cat and mouse (for a month or two or three) - with freddie andersen

Description: Someone can't wait to get on the ice, someone wants to meet up off the ice, and someone has unexpectedly intense reactions to coffee. Set about two years before kiss me once (you know i’ve had a long night)

ONESHOT STORY [x]

3. kiss me once (you know i’ve had a long night) - with freddie andersen

Description: Someone went to bed a little angry, someone’s utterly exhausted, and someone (probably) needs a cold shower. But hey, we all have our problems 8D

ONESHOT STORY [x]