#baby cat nols

[trashlie]

ILY FP 258

I can't believe we're actually passed episode 250 lmao I Love Yoo is truly the never ending story (affectionate). I appreciate how much of the story we really get to dig into at this pace and while I know a lot of people have long-since dropped it, I imagine the rest of us (those reading this post because why else are you here?) also appreciate it. And that's what is even more refreshing about this episode - if refreshing is even a word we can use to describe it. Getting the extra scenes from other characters, a look at their lives and from these glimpses, what we can glean in the unsaid between the lines.

Can you believe I used to prey on Kousuke's downfall? There's so many posts of me talking about him from a different view, believing that the only way he could grow and develop and make the changes necessary to make him a better person was for him to crash and burn, to fail so significantly that he would be forced to pen his eyes to reality. But here we are, me, fervently swaddling him up like a baby and shoving him into my pocket because GOD he needs to be protected.

I don't even remember when it was, that my view on him began to shift, when I went from "he's interesting but awful" to "GOD THIS IS MY SON AND I WILL FIGHT EVERYONE YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME" but.... lol there's no going back!

That's enough rambling, let's jump in.

There is something so painfully devastating about every time ILY confirms to us something we have long-since known or suspected through nuance, foreshadowing, reading between the lines, etc: That Kousuke isn't Rand's biological son, that Shinae was at the formal for Gun Kim, that Kousuke has been manipulated his whole life. Nothing in this episode regarding Kousuke is actually new to us. We have known, and talked about, for months and months long before the confirmation reveal that Yui drugs Kousuke - that he has been manipulated by her his entire life, that she orchestrated his life to manipulate him into situations she could take advantage of. It's the way she spoke about Rand's affair around Kousuke, the way she commodified Rand's love so Kousuke became convinced he'd never earned his father's love, the way she spoke of their family vs others and convinced him from such a young age that everyone was out to get them, to destroy them, and that he couldn't let them get close, couldn't let them near - and how Nol was very much a target planted in his mind.

But it's the fact that he is speaking of this and acknowledging it! Until now, Kousuke has heavily lived in denial. Again, we know this. We talk a lot about the chasm between reality and the reality he believes in. We talk a lot about how Kousuke couldn't face reality, even though on some level he knew everything he believed and was told was not quite true not quite real, but that he was so afraid of the truth, he couldn't do it. Kousuke admitting that he's been driven by fear and envy explains everything about him, and why he could not accept the only unwavering unconditional love he was offered.

A few weeks ago I saw a video on instagram of this father talking about a conversation he had with his daughter, who was feeling a little uncomfortable with her friend group. A new girl started to play with her and her best friend and she said she wasn't exactly jealous, but that maybe it was that she was afraid that there wasn't enough love to go around. Her dad had to explain to her that love is not like a pizza - it's not finite, a limited amount that could be taken and hogged by someone else. But Kousuke never learned this. His father's love was commodified and he was made to fear this other kid who he mistakenly believed knew a version of his father he'd never been privy to. He never learned that love is finite, that Rand could have enough love for the both of them, and feared that Nol would hog it all - that he WAS hogging it all because whether or not it was good or bad, Nol received more attention that Kousuke did. And that speaks VOLUMES about how Kousuke sees Rand, what he thinks of their relationship. In his mind, he is still unworthy, that he's not noteworthy enough.

This part gets to me so badly. We, as omniscient readers, know that Rand has tried his best, but that Yui runs a spectacular interference with which he can't compete, largely because of the roles their family have placed them in - Rand the busy businessman, Yui the mommy homemaker. But no matter how hard he tries, it isn't good enough. Rand tries to reach Kousuke, but the manipulation and paranoia are so far gone that the times Rand does have the chance to convey his feelings, Kousuke can't even believe it, because he thinks he's not good enough to deserve that love, that he hasn't fully qualified for it yet. And despite that, Nol, who Kousuke feels hasn't done half of what he has to deserve Rand's love, gets the attention. It doesn't matter that it's negative attention, that Rand barks at Nol, that Nol feels Rand hates and regrets him, because ultimately, it's still more than Kousuke receives. And worse, to him, every time Rand is busy reprimanding Nol, he turns away from Kousuke to do it.

I want to make it clear that this is a deep trauma point of Kousuke's. He's never learned healthy love and the only person who gave him healthy love was someone he was set to fear and fight. Something I think about a lot is the flashback to Kousuke, in the bushes, watching Nessa and Nol's display of warm affection, before Yui appears literally looming before him. In that moment, he witnesses something he's been deprived of. "We're not like other families"'. He's told from a young age he shouldn't compare himself to those healthy families, to warm and affectionate relationships that he will not cultivate in this household. From such a young age it is normalized, that they aren't like others, that they are cold and distant. From a young age, he's made to stuff down his feelings, his tender wants and desires, in order to earn them. To be a good little boy who makes his parents proud. To make his father look his way.

There's also something about the way he says "I've been a good boy" that echoes Shinae learning she's been manipulated by Yui, devastated and angry and yelling about how she's been a good girl so why do these things keep happening to her, all she wanted to do was help her dad. Two people who, from a young age, felt they had to be so obedient, so good, to not be a burden, and despite following the rules, despite doing as they were told, despite trying to be whatever version of "good" they believed in, the world still beat them up and mistreated them. The world still punished them.

As Rin in our discord server pointed out, though, to some degree, Kousuke is very much a person who can - and does - act out, when he's emotionally high-strung. He's a volatile man, and it's largely to do with the fact that he's been drugged to placate him for so long. He never learned emotional regulation, he never learned how to deal with high-stress situations or to face conflict or to own up to things. This is something that some readers who hate Kousuke and expect him to act a certain way because of his age are missing. You don't just learn these things with age. You learn them with experience and Kousuke was deprived of the opportunity TO have those experiences. He never had to learn these behaviors, and now as an adult he cannot function when overwhelmed.

Idk this whole episode is just heartbreaking. It's devastating. I remember when I was someone praying on Kousuke's downfall and now I want to take it all back ;___; I always believed he had to crash and burn to be able to see the world for what it really was and to face his fears, but this is somehow so much worse.

And even though he's drunk, I don't think he's going to forget all of this in the morning. Rather, I think what he's voicing are things that have been plaguing him since waking up in the hospital. From that moment, we saw him wary and distrustful of his mother, we saw his concern for Nol rising above everything else, but grappling with the understanding that he doesn't deserve to stand in front of Nol anymore. These aren't epiphanies coming to him just because he's drunk; it's more like he's only voicing them because he's drunk. But even when he sobers up, he will probably still be haunted by these fears, these agonies, these truths, this understanding.

How does he face his mother after this? How does he face anyone? He may not even feel like he can trust Jayce - who while very kind to him, is still employed by his family. He may not even feel like he can trust Hansuke (though I really hope that's not the case).

He's so miserable and it genuinely hurts to have him lay it all out for us - everything we've known and suspected, like how it was so painfully clear he WANTED Nol's friendship, their brotherhood, but feared it, didn't believe that there was enough love to go around, that there could only be one of them and that even if it was for good or bad reasons, Nol cast him in the shadow. And all these years, watching as Nol, as Yeonggi, grew into this person who sounded so very much like this unknown version of their father, someone funny who makes others laugh, someone goofy, someone so boyish in the ways Kousuke was never allowed to be. Watching as he gathers friends, while Kousuke, so unlikeable, is wanted only for his money, for his status, for the clout.

He doesn't even know WHO HE IS! Questioning his own traits he's believed of himself, wondering if this is even him, if these parts of him are real or does he just act it, say it, pretend it, while trying to fulfill a role he was shoved into. That makes me feel SO deeply sad, because it's something I've been anticipating for so long: Kousuke wondering WHO he really is, how much of him is real and how much of it is the result of manipulation.

And that moment that he catches himself and says no no that's offensive and rude you can't be like that. ;AAA;

For him to admit how much he envies others, how much he craves the kind of connection others have, the kind of family others have, to feel that love and warmth that he's been deprived of, forced to endure this solitude because, as he believes, he didn't get the good parts of Rand. And what will happen when he learns that Rand isn't his father? That he never stood a chance to inherit any of those traits. Kousuke has operated on this belief that, if he tries hard enough, he can earn the things he craves, but I fear learning about his parenthood will make him think that no matter how hard he tried, he would never earn that, because none of it was ever him, could have gone to him.

I think this is where Shinae, in the future, will come in. I feel so very strongly that she will be someone who helps Kousuke to see that this isn't true, that these kinds of personality traits aren't something inherited, but rather something learned. For him to one day realize it's the paralyzing fear that holds him back, not his genetics. Of course, I acknowledge this will still take a lot of therapy but...

Something else very remarkable to me is the way Kousuke recognizes Shinae in Shinhye, because their eyes "feel the same" and he opens up to her - on some level, whether or not he is consciously aware of it, Kousuke knows, or maybe just wants to, that he can trust Shinae. That she is someone who is safe. He even knows how she feels about his mother. I don't think we'll see a lot of Kousuke and Shinae's friendship until we're passed our timeskips, but it makes me feel a little hopeful about it, that she'll be able to reach him, because she feels like someone who is safe. It's the way he sees Nol in her and wants to try to have that do over, a relationship with someone who  has unconditional love for him. It's the way he knows he mistreated Nol, that it was wrong, that he took it all out on this kid he was so afraid of because he had no other outlet, and he wants to do better but knows that there's nothing to salvage anymore.

But also, it just makes me hope more and more that in the future we WILL see a reconciliation between the brothers. As I say every time, it doesn't mean they have to become brothers or friends, but I just want them to see each other fully. Kousuke knows what he did to Nol. He doesn't deny it, even if he might not say it out loud unless he's drunk. But Nol is still so in the dark. Yujing is trying to tip him off and make him aware of it, but I hope one day when Nol realizes it, when he finds out that Kousuke, too, was Yui's victim, that he wasn't the only one, that Kousuke was made to fear Nol's love, he might.... understand. I'm saying understand here loosely because I don't want people to get the idea that I mean Nol will forgive him and Kousuke will be justified, but rather that Nol would be able to understand why Kousuke felt that way, and move on. But I can't help but hope that it will lead to an understanding, a reconciliation, where maybe they can try to be in each other's lives.

I think it's also interesting that Shinhye was somewhat honest, even if she wasn't very forthcoming, with Kousuke about her own family. It sounds like her mother has been gone for a long time, that she's been on her own the whole while, and I think it reinforces the idea that she believes both that Simhan is her father and that he rejected her, that he didn't want anything to do with her. It lines up, too, with how she feels that he wouldn't react well if he saw her (although I think she credited that to looking like their mother). In the same way that Shinae has felt abandoned and cast aside by their mother, Shinhye probably thinks their father never tried reach out, to find them, to maintain a relationship with her. Or perhaps it's that her mother fed her lies about him, made her believe him a different type of man, made her believe there would never be anything of their relationship to salvage. And given that she's the one who Kousuke opened to, it makes me think that there must be some kind of parallel there; the way she mentioned her own mother feels like maybe her mother, too, was a manipulative - or at the very least, dishonest - person.

I don't speculate a lot on Shinhye because frankly I don't think I know enough about her to really try to talk about her, but I do think that it's very likely there's some kind of connection between Shinhye and the Hirahras or Gun. To be clear, I don't believe she's working with Yui at all. I think it's more like... Alyssa isn't the only girl who has been trafficked by Gun. What's the likelihood that Shinae and Shinhye's mother was? Given her history, the gambling addiction that was so egregious her reputation haunted Shinae and chased her to a new neighborhood and school, was she seeking money somewhere else, somewhere more dangerous? Is that part of why they had to change their name? There's so many questions left about them, and I look forward to learning more about her, but, much like with Alyssa, I think it will take time and be dropped in little tidbits like this - things to read into and try to glean something from.

And maybe we'll see more of this duo in the future? It would feel a little weird to give them this one single run in, but I'm not entirely sure. Quimchee likes to keep us on our toes. After all, Minhyuk and Shinhye have also had only the one run in. Still, I think it would be interesting to watch, if Shinhye ever felt.... I want to say maybe compelled? to dig in more to Kousuke, ever feel a kind of kinship. I don't think she'll open up to him at all, but rather, maybe she'd keep going back because a. he's wealthy and there's more she can nick from him (assuming he doesn't realize she stole anything while in his apartment, if he even remembers any of this) and b. wanting to gather more intel.

Like I said though, she's hard to read so I don't want to cling too hard to any ideas and, instead, sit back and enjoy the show.

#ILY Brainrot #ILY FP #ILY Spoilers #I Love Yoo #Kousuke Hirahara #Shinhye #idk what to tag her as because we know she isn't known as Shinhye anymore #and because Simhan and their mother never married AND she was from a previous relationship Yoo isn't even her family name #so I can't really use Shinhye Yoo lol #alas #anyway this episode was DEVASTATING and quimchee said it's the beginning of the sad episodes meant to happen in March #literally said 'It's all downhill from here' #which I take to mean til the timeskip #BUCKLE UP BABIES WE'RE GOING FOR A BIG CRY SESH ;______; #i gotta say tho this episode didn't even make me cry - i guess because none of this is new and I've been bracing myself for it #Kousuke is so fucking wet cat it agonizes me ;_____; #I could write a whole essay on how Yui destroyed him and Nol in one fell swoop #i think a lot about precocious little Kousuke who tried so hard to be a good little boy and rushed through school because he wanted so badl #to hurry up and catch up to his father and join him in the workplace #all the opportunities he lost #the way he tried to fit himself into a personality a person he never picked out but just believed would get him what he wanted #he lost himself in the process #or maybe he never even got to know himself #i think too a lot about Kousuke who played piano and gave it up when he came to believe it wasn't important to his dad #that it didn't garner the attention and praise he seeked #so he dropped it to better mold himself into someone he thought Rand WOULD be proud of #FUCKING DEVASTATED #I'M GOING TO JUMP OFF THE ROOF SOBS

[dogwittaablog]

Merry Christmas, peepaw nol is going through his antisocial phase again

Our little baby cat will never change his tendencies 😪😪😪 Bet you he’s resurrecting from the dead in the next week after new years… or 24 hours… we shall await.

#hahah watch the day he actually just permanently deletes all his socials rip #I love when he does this little dying act #🤭🤭🤭 #if ur confused he deleted his ig again #nolan patrick #nolpat #dec '23 subs

[broken-clover]

Remember your BB food court AU. Heres idea regarding Azrael.

He was former food critic a very popular one. So one time he when reviewing NOL food, he left particularly bad. Soooooo as revenge he was left frozen in one of NOL Freezer. Years later said building is used by sector seven.

Interesting! I know him being in the freezer and coming out unhinged was already a concept, but I think that could be a fun way of explaining how the hell he got there in the first place. Kokonoe just never bothered to check the old freezers when she set up Sector Seven Subs (that's Tager's job, much like just about everything else) so it simply isn't her business. It's been long enough that nobody can tell if his habits of fighting everyone at Kagutsuchi Mall and living in the parking lot in a tent is caused by some sort of freeze-induced brain damage (nobody knows how he's even still alive in the first place) but some are convinced he was always that batshit crazy

Also, as long as we're here, I'll throw in some more grab-bag stuff for fun!

-Taokaka is technically one of the few employees at Bloodedge Barbecue alongside Ragna. Keyword being technically. She lives entirely on her own schedule and thus can't keep the work schedules she's assigned, and kinda just shows up whenever she wants. She and Ragna have a bizarre work friendship where even though she's been fired for missing shifts several times, she still shows up apparently for fun, and she's a half-decent line cook who's trustworthy enough to not sell his recipes to the NOL, so whenever she bothers to pop in he just lets her work the grill for a few hours. She gets paid in kitchen leftovers and cat treats because the first time he tried giving her a check, she ate it. She spends most of her time at the pet store, playing with the cat toys until the owner throws her out for loitering

-Rachel is an old-money rich girl who doesn't come to the mall to buy anything or get any food (she claims she's too good for all the 'peasant trinkets and slop') she just comes to walk around and show off all her expensive elaborate gothic lolita outfits. She puts on a snobby air but keeps getting into shouting matches with Amane and gets in trouble with security since she keeps bringing her pet cat to the mall

-Celica and Minerva are a pair of cosplayer girlfriends who usually come in for boba tea and whatever cute anime accessories they can find. At least, everyone's pretty sure it's cosplay? Minerva has a pretty realistic robot suit, but nobody can tell who the character is supposed to be, maybe it's an oc? Is this like a fursuit thing? Nobody can really say. They're nice, though, always friendly, always clean up their trash, so it's hard to mind

-beastkin and werewolves and all that still exist here, just nobody really cares. Despite that everyone is convinced Taokaka and her siblings Tora and Chacha (as well as their numerous baby siblings) are just normal girls who wear cat accessories and hoodies as some sort of fashion subculture. Ragna is pretty sure they're real, but he knows nobody would believe him

#Kiri is a guy who got hit by a truck #ask #blazblue #Food Court AU #azrael #Taokaka #rachel alucard #celica a mercury

[ebsmind]

nolan walking backwards is literally the cutest fucking thing

#please gif it #nolan patrick #baby cat nols #flyers lb #philadelphia flyers

[whatever-dude]

Look at the cats sticking together

Also nolpat not smiling cause tk isn't there to tell him to

#nolan patrick #nolpat #patty #baby cat #big cat #kevin hayes #nol&tk #travis konecny #tk #teeks #he's not in the pic but #carter hart is struggling #carter hart #philadelphia flyers #flyers #nhl #hockey #lake tahoe #outdoor game #this is so pretty #hayesy #patty&tk #tk&patty

[vezinabuyck]

HAYSEY I SWEAR TO GOD😭

#BABY CAT NOLPATS #I love these two I swear #oop back in my flyers feels #eyeing up a nolpats jersey as well speak #nolpat signed #nol pat baby cat

[highfivesandgoodtimes]

not the big kitty😭

via nolans instagram story

#philadelphia flyers #kevin hayes #nolan patrick #flyers hockey #baby cat #big kitty #I hate big kitty #so sorry #i love baby cat but big kitty scares me #flyers #kevin <3 #nol pats #nolpats #nolpat

[firstdegreefangirl]

4, 7, 11, 18, 22, from the fic writer wrap up list 😊

4. Favorite story you’ve ever written

Of the ones I’ve published ((because I’m not interested in giving myself up before I even get to publishing)), I’d probably have to say that it’s 5,578 Miles (to get back to you). It was so much fun to research, putting together Tim’s trip back across America, and then to write. I hadn’t spent much time working with that much introspection and so little dialogue along the way, so it was a lot of fun to push my comfort zone like that, and I’m really proud of how it turned out.

7. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever received?

A college professor I otherwise didn’t like much always said two things: “the best writing is the writing you write,” and “Jesus wept.” The former is a reminder that anything you write at all – even if you write it badly – is inherently better than any idea that never makes it out of your head, just my virtue of being on a page. You can always tidy it up later, but the best writing is the writing you write at all. And the latter is the shortest verse in the bible, but the point of it is that you can tell just as much of a story with little bitty short sentences as you can with long, drawn-out runons ((clearly this is advice I’m still learning to take lol))

11. Story you are most proud of

Hmmmm … I’ll exclude 5,578 Miles since I used that up above, but I’m really happy with how He Kept the Hotel Key turned out. It was way out of my comfort zone, but I really wanted to write it, so I did it anyway. I learned a lot along the way, mostly about my own confidence and willingness to try new things, because sometimes it pays off in really spectacular ways.

18. Favorite character to write

Jackson. Hands down, it’s Jackson. I’ve given him a couple of traits that are always a blast to play around with, and he’s just the right blend of sarcastic and heartfelt to fit into stories in so many different ways.

22. Is there a trope you’ve ever written, but want to try?

Not that comes to mind? Like I said in 11, I’m generally pretty good at talking myself into writing things once they spark my interest. But feel free to drop tropes in my asks and we’ll see if I’ve done anything with them ((or if you might give me my next idea!))

#thanks for the ask! #katie writes #kw20 #2020 cleanout #about me #baby-cat-not-pat #baby-cat-nol-pat #katie answers

[barzzal]

Ahhhhhh! The cliffhanger in your new Barzy story is going to be my death 😫😂😂

skfkdks you know i had to babe so glad you liked!! 💕

between halls and thin walls

#bhtw #baby-cat-nol-pat #feedbacks #answered mail

[milfgritty]

Your responses to the diatribe of crazy anon messages tonight were absolute 🔥 Just wanted you to know that! I agree with you to infinity that the loss was a team lack-of-effort & anyone fighting with you about that....is confused. Also, weird little side note: we’re the same Myers-Briggs type which I thought was really cool. Okay ✌🏻

hi bb im glad you enjoyed my snarkiness i certainly enjoyed responding to them lmao. the whole game was just a nightmare and I’m still like baffled people were trying to argue with me like? what?? it’s just been a wild night and it figures the most active my blog has been post game has been bc of anon fights lmao. also!! what up myers-briggs type twin what’s gucci

#asks #baby-cat-nol-pat

[ivyglow]

Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!!! 💕💕

#🍯 mutuals #🍯 answers #baby-cat-nol-pat #<3

[troubatrain]

runaway - n. patrick

a/n: happy sunday here’s som midday filth i wrote today? i think i might make this a little series (where all the fics sort of connect) but i have decided yet so tell me if you want more! big shoutout to @hookingminor​ for letting me dump ideas in her DMs. Also tagging @texanstarslove​ for encouraging me to expand on this blurb i wrote yesterday! hope you guys like it :)

warning : smut - it’s literally just smut

part two

You were running away if you could even count making a grand escape from Boston to Philadelphia to your brother’s place. You had submitted your final paper in your dorm at Boston College, packing your bags and loading your car in what should have been the direction home. Instead, while you were packing your ex had posted a picture with his new girlfriend, and you felt like an idiot. You couldn’t believe it, gossiping to your friends that you’d slept with him a week ago and you were so sure you were getting back together. Now, you were just heartbroken and when you needed an escape - there was always Kevin.

So you drove in the direction of Philly, calling your big brother on the way down to tell him you were on your way. Kevin was in California, but told you to come regardless, worried about his little sister. You drove in silence, your mind racing for hours, finally pulling in front of Kevin’s building a little after nine. Philly was cold, but nothing compared to the cold December temperatures you were used to. You let yourself into his place, grateful for the key you kept the last time you came for a visit. The place was dark, and you stepped into the kitchen in search of any food.

“Hey Boston.”

You jump, letting out a small yelp and almost falling to the floor. You turn around to meet Nolan’s eyes, a smirk on his face while he stifles a laugh. You huff, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows at him, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I live here, what the fuck are you doing here?” Nolan scoffs, looking at you like you’d completely lose your mind. Nolan wouldn’t have told another soul, but he was happy to see you. Kevin would murder him if he ever let it slip, but Nolan wanted to do absolutely filthy things to you. So Nolan settled on teasing you, because if you thought he didn’t like you then he wouldn’t have to cross that line.

“If you really must know, I didn’t want to go home and tell my parents all about my ex boyfriend’s new girlfriend,” You mutter, holding in your tears because Nolan didn’t need to see you cry. You were almost sure he hated you, and you didn’t know why. Nolan was pretty nice to everyone, especially when your family came into town. Kevin loved him, and constantly bragged about his roommate, but Nolan gave you shit all the time.

Nolan let out a deep breath, processing your words and the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes and he wanted to fix it. He wanted to throw his arms around you, and hold you until it all felt okay but that was a slippery slope for Nolan, “Go put your stuff in the guest room, I’ll get us something to eat.”

You emerged a little while later, your hair wet from a warm shower and an oversized t-shirt hanging from your frame, covering the shorts you had on. You pad into the living room, sitting on the opposite side of the couch as Nolan, tucking your knees into your chest. You looked frail like someone had taken your already broken heart and snapped it again.

“Pizza should be here soon,” Nolan whispers, looking over at you with sad eyes. He looked warm, a hoodie covering his hair that was longer since the last time you saw him, “You-”

“Want to smoke?” You both let out the question at the same time, laughing when you realized what you did. That was the one thing you and Nolan seemed to bond about, smoking with Kevin was awful because his voice seemed to echo afterwards and it was too much for the both of you. Nolan got up, disappearing for a second and reappearing with a joint already rolled in his hand.

“All you Boston,” Nolan drops them in your hands, and you roll your eyes that his dumb nickname for you. You put the joint between your lips, sparking the end and letting the smoke slip through your lips.

“Shut up baby cat,” You tease, coughing from the smoke and smirking at Nolan. Nolan takes the joint from your hand, taking a hit and letting the smoke fall from his lips.

“You don’t get to call me that,” Nolan teases, a hazy smile on his face when he looks over at you, “Feeling any better?”

“I will be when-” You go to tell him that when the pizza was here everything would be fine, and as if you were magic the doorbell buzzed to let you know your delivery was here. You make a surprised face, looking at Nolan to see if he was nearly as excited as you were, but he was just laughing at your face.

You devoured the pizza, the both of curing your munchies and settling on whatever garbage reality show was on at the time. It was a comfortable silence inching over closer and closer to Nolan as time went on, before you knew it, you were practically curled into his side. You were busy on your phone, instagram stalking your ex’s new girlfriend to compare every part of you to her.

Nolan looked down at you, furrowing his eyebrows until he figured out what you were doing. Your head was against his shoulder while you looked at who he assumed was your ex’s new girl. He sighs, taking your phone out of your hand and tossing it on the other side of the couch.

“Nolan what the fuck was that for?” You ask, raising your voice and giving Nolan a look.

“Stop comparing yourself to that girl,” Nolan huffs, his voice deep from exhaustion while he stares at you. He thinks for a moment, carefully mulling over his next words because he had one chance not to fuck this up, “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Yeah okay,” You snort, rolling your eyes and sitting up next to Nolan, “Don’t even look at me and tell if you had a choice you wouldn’t choose her.”

Your voice was shaking, and you didn’t know what answer you were expecting, Nolan was only nice to you because you were Kevin’s sister. There wasn’t any other reason Nolan Patrick would give you the time of day. Nolan's eyes were staring into yours and he rubbed a hand over his jaw while he thought. His lips pressed against your jaw pressing feather light kisses against your skin while Nolan mumbled.

I’d choose you anyday.

You’re so beautiful baby.

Only you.

His lips were ghosting over yours, your eyes closed, just waiting for him to finally close the gap between the two of you, “Kiss me Nolan.”

Nolan’s lips on yours was pure ecstasy, like every part of your body was on fire. Nolan pulled onto his lap and you straddle his hips, grinding down on him while letting out a whimper when his hand smacked your ass lightly. Nolan’s lips were on your neck, leaving a mark you know you were going to have to cover later, “Y/N-”

Nolan’s voice was deep, and your name falling from his lips instead of that stupid nickname was enough to make you wet. Your hands found the ends of Nolan’s hair, tugging on him slightly causing him to groan underneath you. Nolan pulls away, looking up at you with swollen lips, and you’d never looked better. His hands were under your shirt, your skin soft under his calloused fingertips and legs wrapped around his waist while he grew hard underneath you. He slipped a hand into your shorts, ghosting over your core with his fingers.

“Please,” You plead, pressing a kiss against Nolan’s jaw. You needed a release, someone to make you feel special even if you never spoke of this again. Nolan was a hockey player and you’d been around enough to know how easy it would be for this to be a one and done thing, “I’ll be a good girl.”

That was all it took for Nolan to slip his finger under your panties and rub a circle over your clit. You roll your hips in his, desperate for any sort of friction, “Mmm I thought you were going to be good? You’ve got to be patient princess.”

You nod, pouting and looking at Nolan who was smirking at you. He grabs your thighs, standing up and carrying you into his bedroom. You fell back on the mattress, grabbing Nolan’s neck and pulling his lips back onto yours. He slipped your panties and shorts off one swift motion, leaving them to be forgotten about. You pulled of your shirt, and Nolan stops, his eyes wandering down your body, “Nol-”

“This is better than I imagined, god you’re perfect,” Nolan hums, his hands slowly moving down your body. He finally hooks your legs over his broad shoulders, pressing a kiss to your thigh, “You’re sure about this?”

“Nolan your head is between my thighs I think I’m sure,” You tease, kicking him in the back lightly. Nolan nods, flicking your clit with his tongue, pulling a moan from your body. It was everything he ever wanted to hear. His grip on your thighs tightened, his nails digging into your skin while he teased your entrance, “Nolan, fuck-”

Nolan’s lips wrap around your clit, slipping in a finger and curling it to hit your g-spot. Your hips lifted off the mattress, grinding against Nolan’s lips while he fingered you. You were close, curses and moans leaving your mouth because there were no other thoughts running through your head other than how good Nolan was making you feel.

“I know your close baby, c’mon,” Nolan growls against your pussy, sending you over the edge. You let you a yelp, your orgasm overcoming you while Nolan fingered you through your high. You ran your hands through his hair while you caught your breath, Nolan pressing kisses into your thighs. He didn’t give you much downtime, grabbing a condom from his bedside drawer and kicking off his sweats. You played with your clit, watching Nolan roll the condom over his cock and your pussy dripped in anticipation.

“I want to cum to all over your cock,” You whimper, Nolan finally sliding inside of you. He was big and the feeling was sensational. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, snapping his hips into you while you screamed underneath him, “Harder.”

Nolan was in euphoria, his name was leaving your lips like a prayer, begging him to absolutely ruin you. This was Nolan’s dirtiest fantasy, from the moment Kevin introduced him to his little sister with a threat for Nolan to keep his grimy little hands off of you. His hands were all over you now, gripping your hips while he fucked you, sure to leave bruises in his wake. Nolan’s hand ghosted over your neck, and you let out a deep breath at the contact, “Can I?”

“Fuck, yes,” You nod, letting Nolan’s large hand wrap around your throat. His was using you for leverage, fucking you into his mattress while you let out moans underneath him, “Fuck I’m close-”

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” Nolan spat, teeth grazing your jaw while he watched you fall apart underneath him. He let go of the grip on your throat, giving you no time to rest before his strokes got faster. He needed to chase his high, spilling into the condom while you shook from the aftershocks of your own. Nolan stayed inside you for a minute, his head in your neck while you watched the sweat that was glistening on his forehead. You ran a finger through his hair, wondering what the fallout from this was going to be.

“That was,” Nolan stops, muttering against your skin because he was speechless. The wasn’t just good, it was mind blowing, and the temptation to do it again might be a problem for him, “That was fucking incredible Boston.”

“Sure was,” You breathe out, picking Nolan’s head up and pressing your lips to his. You made out lazily for a while, basking in the post sex glow before you knew you were going to have to kick Nolan out. Kevin would be back in the morning, and if he caught you in bed with his teammate Nolan wouldn’t live to see another day.

“We should do this again sometime?” Nolan asks, watching you collect your clothes from his room. He wanted you to stay, sleeping under his arm in his bed where you should have, but he knew he was playing with fire. You look at him, a smirk on your face and a blush on your cheeks.

“You just might get lucky twice Nolan.”

And Nolan hoped he would...

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[rosesvioletshardy]

we keep each other grounded - nolan patrick

okay so this is the first time i’m writing for nolan and the first time i’m writing in a while so i’m sorry if it’s really bad 

i tried my best to remember what happened in the first two game against the capitals so if i got anything wrong i’m sorry you have the right to yell at me

masterlist

warnings: fluff, suggested nsfw ??, none

# of words: 1,514 

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home games had to be some of Nolan’s favorites because it didn’t involve that much travel but they often did mess with him knowing he’ll have to do better than usual. The past couple of mornings he’s been getting up earlier than his usual time to go out for runs and practice more before he left for practice with the guys. You started to notice how much quieter he got whenever home games happened and it was the first one that’ll have fans in Wells Fargo center which meant that he and the rest of the team would need to do a lot better than they were already doing. You knew that it wasn’t their fault with what was happening and they were trying their hardest. 

After the first game against the Capitals, Nolan had thought it was just the nerves that came from having fans in the arena again and being back in Philly that made them lose. Then the game against the Sabres boosted up their confidence a little more, especially after his shootout winning goal. They had another game against the Capitals again and he was for sure about bringing his A-game the night. Now, he was in your guys bedroom getting ready for the night and trying to calm his nerves that were getting to the best of him. He was fumbling with his tie knowing that he has trouble but tonight was bothering him even more and making it worse. You watched as he grunted in frustration and undid it before redoing it as you watched him. Nolan carefully started over again, mumbling to himself the instructions and words of encouragement, trying to calm himself down.

“You’re doing it wrong” you tell him as you walk over to him and take the tie from his hands. 

“I’m sorry, just nervous again i guess”

“You have nothing to apologize for. It’s okay to feel like this, it’s normal. You know it’s okay for you to express your feelings, even if you can’t put it in the right words sometimes, your body language says it all too.” you remind him giving him a small smile, fixing his collar as he gives a small smile

“Yeah, I know. It’s just there’s a lot of pressure that’s being put on us and we don't want another repeat of what happened.”

“You guys will do great, I promise. Now you better leave or you’ll be late. Remember, take deep breaths, talk to each other, or send signals, and good things will come.” you finished holding his hands before giving him a kiss. When you pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other and he held you in his arms before giving you one more kiss

“I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I love you, and we keep each other steady. Good luck. I’ll be cheering you on” you tell him as you look down and point to your jersey with his name and number when he can’t help but smile big as the both of you left and headed towards the front door

“Thanks, i’ll see you later tonight.”

“Hey, remember: win or lose, i still love you.” you reminded him as he exited giving a small smile and mumbled it back

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The entire game had you on the edge of your seat. As soon as you thought they were going to score, it ended up being blocked. You could tell that they were trying and wanted to win this game against the Capitals seeing that the last two times didn’t go so well. Sitting on the couch, you nervously watch the second period as JVR got them their first goal of the night. This boosted their confidence but you didn’t want to get your hopes up too quickly incase something ended up getting jinxed

“Okay, relax Y/N, relax. They still have some time left in this period and third period to catch up to them” you had to remind yourself constantly. 

At this point you were sure that you didn’t have any nails left due to the two shots the caps managed to get in such little time after they scored. It wasn’t until a couple of minutes later Nolan scored making you jump and start screaming, hoping the neighbors didn’t call the cops. Grabbing your phone, you quickly texted him a huge congrats even though he wouldn't be able to see it until after the game was over. 

The rest of the game consisted of you yelling at the tv hoping that the guys would get more goals but they ended up losing 5-4. You knew Nolan would be disappointed but he knew he had to keep a straight face throughout any interviews he had to do afterwards. When he read your text, it put a smile on his face seeing how proud you were of him and how much he deserved it.

“Oh, what is little baby cat smiling about?” hayes asked as he saw him smiling big at his phone

“It’s Y/N isn’t it? Was it about your goal?” Travis asked trying to sneak a peak over Nolan’s shoulder causing him to move and turn even more red

“Yes it was about my goal, no not like that by the way. I know what you’re thinking.” he shot back

“Wasn’t thinking about it. But seriously what did she say” travis asked 

“Just how proud she is of he” kevin answered as he looked over nolan’s shoulder

“Oh boys Patty here is whipped” they joked as everyone laughed and Nolan smiled. He didn’t mind being whipped seeing how much he loves and trusts you

“Not like you guys aren’t with your wives and girlfriends. But I don't know, we just feel safe with each other and always bring out the good in each other. I mean, I’m not saying we’re perfect either, we have fights too, but we just keep each other grounded and we’re there for each other even if we don’t want to be at the moment.” Nolan said, smiling and turning red just at the thought of talking about you. 

Yeah he didn’t like talking about his personal life, especially his dating one, but he felt comfortable enough to tell his friends how he feels about and around you. They all looked at him with big smiles as he looked at them with a concerned look but shook it off because he knew that wouldn’t be the only time they’d see him like that.

After getting dressed and finishing a couple of interviews, all he wanted to do was just go back to your apartment and hold you. The entire car ride home he kept drumming his fingers against the steering wheel waiting until the moment he can just relax with you and the dogs. You were doing the same, waiting for him to come home and just let him let out everything he’s feeling about the game and let him rant about things he would never tell anyone else, just let out all his frustration on whether it was the whole game in general or how he played.

 Hearing the door click, you jumped off the couch and went over to where he was and all he could do after dropping his stuff off at the door was hug you. You knew that even though they ended the game behind one point, you were still proud about it seeing how the other games went

“Hey” he said softly kissing you on the head

“Hey, you guys did good tonight and I'm proud of the goal you made. I think I may have scared our neighbors again with it since the game with the sabres.” you tell him, causing him to laugh, picturing the scenario of you having to explain to your neighbors that it was a misunderstanding.

“Thanks, I just think I could’ve done better-”

“Nols, stop. You did your best and I’m proud of you for it. You all tried your best and you did it. Maybe that green jersey brought you some luck and it helped.”

“Well, technically it was all because of you and your words”

“Oh please-”

“No i’m not kidding. Just you supporting me in general and helping me through everything when it comes to helping me through my migraines or in general, you’re always there for me even when I’m in another city playing. It’s because of you.” he whispered the last part causing you to blush

“I mean it. I mean you deal with everything that’s happened and help me calm down when I get into fights and get sent to the locker room. I’m glad you’re in my life and if it weren't for you I know I would’ve beaten myself up about this game” he finished. Staring into his eyes, you gave him a small smile before giving him a kiss 

“C’mon, you need to relax now and get your mind off the game. Especially after that goal you made.” you told him taking his hand and heading towards your bedroom

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[ebsmind]

I am not ashamed to say that I am very much attracted to Nolan Patrick and his green iPhone

#nolan patrick #philadelphia flyers #baby cat nol

[generallybarzy]

too pretty for this.

anon requested: based off the photos of barzy at training camp: taking care of him after he gets hurt on the ice at training camp

an: yes!! here’s a lil request for an anon about our precious boy barzy and how beat up he’s been getting, bless that pretty boy. I’m also working on Hey There Stranger, so that’ll be out soon! I'm so proud of myself, even though it's short this is the quickest I've gotten something requested, written, and posted at once in a long time!!! Hopefully I'll get back in the swing of things soon!!!

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“Oh, baby…”

“I know, I know.” 

Mat smiled sheepishly and held up his hands in surrender as he stepped in the door. He always loved how you were the first thing he saw after getting home from practice, but he knew today that as soon as he was within view of you, you were going to baby him. You pulled him into your arms in the apartment and he pushed the door closed behind him and dropped his stuff down before wrapping his long arms around you. He squeezed you tight and, just when you were about to pull back to get a good look at his face, he scurried off to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. 

“Hey, get back here, mister. Don’t think you can just walk off.” He let out a laugh at the soft tone of your voice with the stern sounding words. Before being with you, he would’ve cringed at seeing couples sweet talk each other, he would’ve found it nauseating to hear their baby talk, but now he recognized just how amazing it felt to have someone to dote on you- and to dote back on them on other days. He wouldn’t trade it for the world, the beautiful exchange of love in this relationship, the pure, earnest loving and adoration that was shared. He never thought he would find a love like this. “Maty, I gotta check up on you!” 

“I promise I’m okay.” But still, he came to sit next to you on the couch, where you were already reaching for him, eyes wide and searching his face for any more injuries. “It’s seriously nothing.”

“Beau sent me pictures of you when you were bleeding.” 

“It looked worse than it is. It’s just a little cut.” 

Still, you reached up to cup his face between your palms, tenderly, and turned his head this way and that, examining his pretty features and the ugly, bandaged cut above the corner of his lip. His lips turned up at the corners, allowing you to play doctor and make sure he was still up and running like the Mat you loved so much. You tilted his head side to side before grazing a thumb across the bandage delicately. “You gotta be careful out there. You’re too cute to keep getting beat up, bubs.” He smiled, cheeks lighting up in a grin, always loving when you held his face. He leaned in to your touch, practically snuggling into your palm.

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I’m cute, eh?”

“Adorable.” You leaned in and pressed your lips to the tip of his nose, his face scrunched up in an uncontrollable grin in the beautiful way he always did, the smiles where he could barely contain his happiness and let it swallow up his entire being. He was happy. He was always happy with you. And just knowing that you were the one causing these full-body smiles made your heart swell with pride. He chose you. “You’re just so cute, my beautiful, talented, pretty boy, you know that?” Mat’s cheeks went pink at the name, sticking his tongue out to wet his lips.

“Hmm. Call me that again?”

“What, pretty boy? You like that nickname?” 

“I do.” 

“Well,” You leaned back against the couch and pulled him down with you, slowly, letting him rest his head against your chest as you pressed your lips against the top of his head, breathing in the shampoo he’d used after his shower and playing with the dark locks. “It’s true. You’re my pretty boy.”

“Only yours.” 

He sighed against your chest and let his eyes slip shut. He was content. 

“And my pretty boy keeps getting hurt. What are we gonna do about that?” 

Mat couldn’t form an answer, too busy focusing on the way your soft fingers felt on his skin, the way they traveled up and down the back of his neck, the way they immediately found his cheek when he turned his head to the side, and the way they danced their way delicately across the bandaid with so, so much carefulness. The way your other hand slid up his body and under his hoodie, across the warm, tight muscles on his back and over the developing bruises from practice, ever so gentle wherever you touched him. He loved that about you, the way that no matter how obvious it was that he was so much bigger and sturdier than you and could handle a rougher touch, your hands always lay on him as softly as possible. The act always knocked the breath out of him, seeing how gently you touched him and how much you cared, and it almost felt more intense than if you would’ve been rough. It felt more intimate. More special. Mat’s job consisted of him getting beat up and slammed against boards, and you always gave him the gentle side of life. He would get home from games or practices, black and blue, bruised and beaten and bloodied, and you would be there to hold him, run your fingers through his locks, and adore him like he deserved. 

“Bubs?” 

“Huh?” 

“You falling asleep on me?”

“Sorry. Just feels so nice.”

“Good.” Your fingers tugged at a knot in his hair and your hand rubbed along his shoulders. “I’m serious about you having to be more careful, okay? You’re too pretty, baby. That pretty boy face of yours is gonna be all banged up by the end of the season.”

“Babe, I’m a hockey player. I’ve been through worse than a cut on my face.” 

“I know, but it doesn’t make it any easier to see you get hurt. I worry.” He looked up at those words, hearing the pout in your voice before he even saw the way your bottom lip jutted out so cutely at him. He pouted right back at you for a moment, stretching up to press a playful kiss against you before settling back where he belonged. 

“I’m sorry for worrying you.” 

“S’okay. As long as you come home in one piece.” 

“Always.” 

He lifted himself onto his knees and crawled further up your body so that he could press a kiss directly onto your mouth, his big hand cradling your cheek in his palm, before resting the entirety of his weight against you. Your favorite weighted blanket. 

“Ya know,” You started, your hands curling through his locks once again as he closed his eyes to get some rest. “The more beat up you get during practice, the more I wanna just lock you up here and not let you leave this couch. Keep you all safe with me so you can’t get hurt anymore. That’s what I wanna do. We can stay like this forever.”

He laughed against your chest, the feeling resonating through your body and sending vibrations of love and devotion deep through your soul, and looked up at you under heavy lashes one final time before settling back to sleep:

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

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[butgilinsky]

prompt list!

a/n; i wanted to make a prompt list of some of the lyrics that inspire me/give me ideas that i don't necessarily want to mold into an entire fic. send in all of your requests w your fav himbo from the players i write for! if you can think of a lyric that i haven't listed that you rly want to see in blurb form, you can req those too and i'll do my best to do it justice. i'll get to every request as fast as i can but depending on how many there are it may take a while so bear w me(:

Angst

Didn't wanna scare you, just wanted to be near you. Wanted you to hear what's in my head - Ruel (too many feelings)

What's the point in dressing up to be let down? - Alexander 23 (Cry Over Boys)

Aren't you tired of getting hurt? Aren't you sick of, of making it worse? - Alexander 23 (Cry Over Boys)

You're acting like we never changed and finally I can sleep at night, makes you wanna lose your mind - Tate McRae (r u ok)

I hope he treats you better than I ever could, 'cause you deserve the world times two and our simple sunday afternoons. - Clinton Kane (CHICKEN TENDIES)

I know it's lame but this is how I'm coping without you - Rosie Darling (Coping)

If this is the last time please come close. I love you with all my heart, you know. - LANY (If This Is the Last Time)

I would've walked through hell to find another way. - Anson Seabra (Walked Through Hell)

Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had, but I don't really care how bad it hurts when you broke me first. - Tate McRae (you broke me first)

Today I drove through the suburbs and pictured I was driving home to you. - Olivia Rodrigo (driver’s license)

But don't break your back for me. I'll put you out of your misery. - Post Malone (Stay)

You say that I won't lose you, but you can't predict the future. - Justin Bieber (Anyone)

I dont really give a damn about the way you touch me when we’re alone - Ricky Montgomery (Line Without A Hook)

Never make him love me - Frank Ocean (Bad Religion)

You never told me being rich was so lonely...hard to complain from his five star hotel - Mac Miller (Small Worlds)

Running from love, wish you were here - SZA (20 Something)

All these street lights, glowing, happen to be just like moments passing right in front of me - Daniel Caesar (Streetcar)

'Til fate brings you home I'll wait through your phases - PRETTYMUCH (Phases)

When I call in the morning without any warning I'll say all the things that I should've said - The Vamps (Waves)

I will give you all of me - Sam Smith (Leave Your Lover)

Fluff

You wear white and I'll wear out the words I love you and you're beautiful. - Train (Marry Me)

Liquor was the only love I've known but you rescued me from reaching' for the bottom - Chris Stapleton (Tennessee Whiskey)

When I find my peace of mind I'm gonna give ya some of my good time - Red Hot Chili Peppers (Soul to Squeeze)

If I could find you now things would get better We could leave this town and run forever - Yellowcard (Ocean Avenue)

At times like this I wish I could have shut the door on you - Peach Tree Rascals (Violet)

I’ve never felt like this with you before - Collin Selman (dayDREAM)

The scars all on your body don't change the way I see you - Louie Duffelbags (Fucking For a Reason)

I'ma tell you something' you need to know before you make another move - K. Roosevelt (Feelings Don’t Change)

From the moment you walked in I knew right then you'd ruin me for anyone new - New Rules (Happy Ever After You)

I'd go spinnin' 'round the Sun with you again and again and again and again - Olivia Rodrigo (I Think I Kinda, You Know)

And I'm not scared to say those words - James Arthur (Falling Like The Stars)

Runnin' to the altar like a track star, can't wait another second - Justin Bieber (Holy)

I fell in love with a beautiful boy and you still take my breath away - Alex & Sierra (I Love You)

This feels like falling in love - Ed Sheeran (Kiss Me)

You're more than everything I need - Hunter Hayes (Wanted)

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