#n.patrick

[dogwittaablog]

https://x.com/skylarapeters/status/1737569186707062784?s=61

umm WHAATT?!

Babe this is crazy… cause I was about to post this rn on the feed myself before the submission…

(Screenshot of the link)

So it’s claimed that Nolan is actually not retired to top it the coaching program he is part of with his friend (that were the ones that stated he was) now edited the post and took out the “retired”… interesting.

#what is going on #I think it’s just gained so much attention this dudes like uhhHhhh #I know nolans ass saw what his friend posted on that account #right when it went out #so idk why it wasn’t edited and addressed asap lmaooo #this is so sus #I think also tho ppl took that as his “announcement” #but for me that was just confirmation #okay we just know this hoe is retired from pro hockey #but is still able to play the sport #just not at some crazy high contact level bye #nolan patrick #travis konecny #nolpat #n.patrick #Philly #philidelphia flyers #nhl #ask #this is tea #dec '23 subs #retirement

[hockeygossip]

anything about nolan patrick

I haven’t heard anything recently but I’ve also been gone for a few months. Does anyone know anything?

#n.patrick

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

Senior Failure|| N.Patrick

Summary: it's your last game at University. How does Nolan comfort his Goalie!gf after failed shutout in OT? (With help from an old friend of course)

Warnings: fighting, loss of important game, angst but turns into fluff.

Taglist: @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @cartahhart79 @hockeyboysarehot @ethancale @quietblues

OT. You had just come onto the ice after another switched shift with your alternate. Her gives tapped yours and you knew that now was time to give the game everything you had. Just as you take the ice and skate to your crease–you glance into the stands. Nolan’s smiling face greets you. At this moment, everything is perfect. You've got your team, you've got your boyfriend, and you've got the game you have loved since you were a little girl. It seems like the first few minutes in overtime go by in an instant. You’re playing smart, never leaving your crease unless to grab a far-out dumped puck.

The last thing that anyone wanted was for this to go wrong. It feels daunting that no matter what someone has to lose. You’re not gonna be the ones to...right. your hand rubs the goal post beside you, and your knees fell to the stance that they’ve held thousands of times before. The game is mostly being played offensively for your team. Meaning that you get essentially no action. Just enough time to glance over at your family, friends, and coach. “Keep your head in the game.” You mumbled to yourself.

Until, the breakaway. You had trained for this a plethora of times. The petite forward skated towards you with speed and grace. need your defenseman skated just behind her. You knew you were on your own. That didn’t stop you from reading her shot like a book. Left fake then high glove. But you were right there. Nothing got in. You could finally exhale. Family and friends cheered your name behind you. And if you tuned in you could hear Nolan’s chants of “that’s my girl.”

This game was going your way. Then it wasn't. The players had crossed the center line and skated into your defensive zone. You were ready. Your eyes never left the puck. But your defenseman's eyes did. The next thing you knew, you had blocked 5 shots. A penalty was called on your team’s center for hooking. Shit. That means a power play. You stood strong for as long as possible. Easily taking 16 or more shots but somewhere along the line a defenseman came and tipped the puck right behind the back of your pad.

That was a goal.

Just like that, the game is over. And you had lost. It felt like your world had ended. Your triumph had quickly turned into a mortifying loss. This was the last game you’d ever play with these girls, and it's your fault that the game went so wrong. Quickly, you skated off the ice. The tunnel was silent until you made it to a steel support bar for the stands. Angrily you smashed your stick into the bar. It felt good to let out the rage and sadness by smashing your stick to pieces. This was the last time you could achieve a win.

Quickly, your teammates hurried to hug you. Tears were shed, screams were released, and bonds were strengthened. Most importantly, your team assured you that it wasn’t your fault. But still, every goalie blames themselves. You walk out, freshly showered, and still awfully sad. Nolan smiles at you. He was never really great at reading the room.

“Hey.” You said to him. He grabs you and pulls you into his chest.

“I’m sorry you let in that puck.”Said like a true center.

Your eyebrows pulled together. Partly in confusion, and partly in anger. Deep down, you knew Nolan was trying to be comforting, but his words didn’t help. You didn’t just nonchalantly “let in” the puck. It was forced in. Plus you had no defense there for you.

“I didn’t let that puck in on purpose, Nolan.” You grumbled.

“Well, it didn’t go in magically!” Nolan tried to joke with you.

You just huffed and walked faster to the car. Your friends and family waved goodbye. To which you replied with a “we can get together later, right now I’m exhausted” and a few hugs goodbye. If they understood,

why didn’t Nolan? The drive home was mostly silent. You knew that Nolan knows you are upset because he tried to play your guy’s favorite songs, but he got little response from you. His hand grazed your knee but you just shrugged him off. The two of you pulled up into your driveway. You quickly hopped out and grabbed your things. When Nolan entered the house, you were locked away in your bedroom.

Nolan (for once in his life) knew how to fix this. Buzz…buzz…buzz…

“Hello?” A familiar Albertan accent filled his ears.

“Hi hartsy, I think I just fucked up with my girlfriend.” Nolan shyly admits.

The pause on the other end of the line was amusing yet terrifying to Nolan. He found himself clutching the phone like a little kid.

“Okay? How can I help, dude?” The goaltender asked confused.

Now, Nolan had to explain everything. Words weren’t his strong suit on the best of days. “Okay, so my girlfriend is a goalie-“

“Oooh makes sense!”

“-as I was saying. She’s a good one too, but it was the last game of her senior year. And she let in a puck. So I said sorry to her that she let in that puck but then she got all mad at me.”The Flyer waited on the other end of the phone. Carter’s tongue clicked as he thought.

“Did you say it exactly like that?”

Shit. Nolan must have said that stupidly.

“Uhh yes?”

“Congrats bro, you just goalie-shamed your girlfriend.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

The boy on the other end of the line laughed. It was a dry laugh but he also found it endearing that his old buddy needed his help. Hart would never admit it but he missed Nolan very often.

“It means that you just blamed the person that has the hardest job on the team. It was probably an impossible save. And she probably feels like she let everyone down. It’s a hard feeling. I bet she just needs some love and reassurance.”

“Stop being smart. But yea, you might be right.” Nolan answered. “

“I know”

“Anyways I gotta go make it up to her.”

“Let me know how it goes, talk soon.”

And with that Nolan ended the call.

He carefully got up off of the couch where he sat and walked towards your shared room. Gently, he knocked.

“Come in.” Came your muffled voice.

His eyes landed on your bundled-up frame. You looked so tiny. Even tinier than normal.

“Hey, I’m sorry honey.” Nolan began.

“For what?” You grumbled.

He hummed as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes started to water. Nolan quickly laid down and pulled you into his chest. It felt good to be in Nolan’s arms. It also felt good knowing that the world wasn’t completely against you. His fingertips danced along your back. They traced gentle patterns.

“I wasn’t trying to blame you, I forgot how hard your position is to play-“

“it’s fine”

“-let me finish, love. I was talking like an idiot. You played so well today, and you left your heart on the ice. I’m so proud of you. And I promise to never goalie-shame you again.” “Awww, Nols. You just made my day so much better. Who the fuck taught you the term goalie-shame?”

“Hartsy…”

“of, course”

Nolan snuggled into you, but this time you didn’t push him away. You knew he was being stupid before. Everything hurt from your workout and the loss. The boy softly gripped the top of your scalp as he rubbed smooth circles into your hair. It was subtle but it was the start of an apology. The rest of the night was filled with compliments and Nolan doing his best to make you feel better.

Even Hartsy sent you a text telling you not to be hard on yourself and to not overly blame the stupid center that is your boyfriend.

#send in requests #send anything #ally loves hockey #ally is bored #nolan patrick x reader #my amazing moots <3

[josthours]

#Nolan Patrick #N.Patrick #Philadelphia Flyers #NHL

[nolansnose]

😌✊🏻✊🏻

#nolan patrick #npatrick #n.patrick #nolpat #pattyboo #mymansmylovemonbebe

[art-and-the-hockeys]

wallpapers • nolan patrick (third jerseys) + collages (various iphone dimensions)

Credits of the wallpapers’ elements and style go to their respective owners. I only assembled them to make the wallpapers.

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Below are the iPhone dimensions list…

-Top wallpapers is best fit for:

iPhone 12

iPhone 12 mini

iPhone 12 Pro

iPhone 12 Pro Max

iPhone 11

iPhone 11 Pro

iPhone 11 Pro Max

iPhone X

iPhone XS

iPhone XR

iPhone XS Max

-Bottom wallpapers is best fit for:

iPhone 8+

iPhone 8

iPhone 7

iPhone 7+

iPhone 6s

iPhone 6s+

#nolan patrick #philadelphia flyers #nhl #wallpaper #wallpapers #edit #edits #collage #collages #phi #phiwp #phicollage #patrickwp #npatrick #np19 #n.patrick #n. patrick #alternative jersey #alternate jersey #third jersey

[kittyjoestar]

philly pls win the cup for oskar and nolan pls

#philadephia flyers #nolan patrick #n.patrick #o.lindblom #oskar lindblom

[emmyx3x]

This really is Nolan Patrick huh

#nolan patrick #patty #HES CLEARED FOR CONTACT NOW #HOLY #bean is coming back #n.patrick #nolpat #hockey meme

[patsisfly]

Imagine- Nolan Patrick

Request: “please be my best friend right now not the guy I confessed my love to”

“Y/N,” a soft voice says from the now cracked open bathroom door. I don’t move even a little bit from my spot on the edge of the tub- head on my knees. I can’t see a thing, but I don’t need to see to know that it’s Travis. Of course he would have followed me in here. He probably heard the whole thing, probably feels sorry for me.

He enters the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. It clicks with a bang. When he sits down on the tub edge next to me, I slide over to make more room. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, voice soft and sympathetic. I hate this. I hate being the object of sympathy.

I should never have said what I did. I should have never told Nolan that I love him, that I want to be more than friends with him. He’s been one of my closest friends for the better part of two years, and I just ruined it.

I blame this party, the alcohol, and him for looking so damn good tonight. I blame him for putting his arm around my waist but I blame myself for thinking it meant more than it did. “Hey,” I said into his ear while he laughed at the guy who just took a dart to the head. He had turned to me with a red solo cup to his lips, eyebrows raised in anticipation. “I have to get off my chest that I think I’m in love with you.”

His face had gone ghost white, his eyes widened, and he started coughing up the drink that he’d just sipped. I realized my mistake at that moment, and then practically ran away. I weaved through the rambunctious party goers and into the nearest door, which turned out to be the bathroom.

And here I’ve been crying for maybe five minutes. Mourning the loss of a great friendship, and my dignity. How embarrassing. And now I have to listen to his best friend tell me that I shouldn’t worry about it and it’s no big deal.

“I’m an idiot,” I mumble to Travis, flinching only a little when he places his arm around my back and slides me closer to him. “No you’re not, you were just being honest.”

I sniffle. Being honest didn’t help me at all. All it did was make me feel like a fool. “He’s gonna think I’m obsessed with him or something. We probably won’t even be friends anymore all because I just had to tell him I love him. God, why did I have to catch feelings for him?”

Travis chuckles lightly and I pick my head up fast enough to catch a glimpse of the smirk on his face before he quickly covers it. I glare at him, not finding anything amusing about this. “That’s obvious. It’s because you two are made for each other,” he says simply, with a small shrug as if it really is obvious.

Before I can make him explain what he means by that, there’s a knock on the bathroom door. I sniffle and wipe my face, assuming it’s someone trying to use the restroom. “Y/N? You in there?”

I freeze, hearing Nolan’s voice was the last thing I expected to happen. “Don’t look so worried, kid. Patty’s nothing to be scared of,” Travis says to me in a soothing tone and squeezes my shoulder comfortingly.

He stands then, going for the door, but I grab his hand. “Don’t leave,” I whisper. “I don’t know what to say to him.”

Travis pats my hand and then shakes his head. “You’ll be fine. It’s just Patty.”

The door opens and the two boys switch places, Nolan shutting it softly while he sits next to me on the edge of the tub. I resist looking at him, too embarrassed to face him.

After all the times he’s seen me cry over stuff like work, school, boys, friends... but this time I can’t look at him. Because I’m crying over him.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Please don’t cry-“ he says softly. Both him and Travis have been talking to me like I’m so fragile, and maybe I am, but it’s starting to get annoying to me. I know I’m pathetic.

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to,” I interrupt, eyes still downcast towards the floor and my words all mumbled. He’s silent, so I look up at him. His face is a little red and his eyes are bloodshot just a bit. He’s drunk and trying to hide it.

I can’t take the tension anymore, and the sobs aren’t stopping anytime soon. So I slide closer to him and put my head against his solid shoulder. His arm comes around my body and he squeezes me comfortingly just like he always does when I’m upset.

“Some party, huh?” He says, hand moving to my back and making slow circles. I chuckle and start to wipe my eyes. “Did you see Oskar fall on his ass?” I laugh at the memory of the tall skinny blonde slipping on a beer spill in the kitchen and going backwards.

“What, no! Someone better have that on video,” he exclaims. We sit like that, on the edge of the tub, for a few minutes. We can hear the music still blaring and the sound of talking and singing radiating through to this room. It’s peaceful, and even though things seem normal right now, who knows what tomorrow will be like.

I mean, I just told him I love him....

I sigh and stand up to look in the mirror. I look a wreck, but luckily my eye makeup stayed pretty well in place. I jump when Nolan’s reflection joins my own- I wasn’t expecting that.

He smiles at me in the mirror and I see myself returning the gesture. “You look beautiful,” he says, all mumbly like usual.

I turn around to face him. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better. I’m fine, really.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m not. I’m only telling the truth.”

And then he leans in and kisses me.

No warning, no time for me to prepare.

I’m froze with shock.

His hands on my hips and lips moving with my own... I can’t even comprehend what’s happening. When we separate a bit, I can’t say anything still, I can only look at his face- his small little smile and the redness of his cheeks.

“Don’t worry about what you said earlier. Because I’m in love with you too.”

#nolan patrick #flyers #philadelphia flyers #nhl imagines #nhl #nolan freaking patrick #npatrick #n.patrick #patty

[hockeygossip]

What is Nolan Patrick’s Insta? It won’t pop up for me?

npatrick19

#n.patrick

[bunny-anastasia]

Hey! Wanted to see if you had any tips on reaching Nolan or anything new about him? Thank You!

nothing important or big since quarantine started honestly, he's still liking girls pictures on ig i think if that means anything to you. could try getting his attention like that hah

#n.patrick

[josthours]

we all talk about certain players wearing a chain but imagine nolan wearing a chain?? that would literally end me.

#Nolan Patrick #N.Patrick #I’m in my Nolan feels today leave me alone #jk I always am #Philadelphia Flyers #NolPats

[captain-mcdavid]

Omg for the blurbs, could you do #1 for Nolan Patrick please??? Okay thanks ily ❤️❤️

if no one sent this one in with nolan i was gonna write it anyway honestly so thank you 😂

“that flavour of lipbalm tastes really good,”

“Hi,” You sing lightly, making an effort to acknowledge Nolan, even though you’re still engrossed in work on your laptop.

You think you hear him reply but you’re too busy typing to pay attention fully. The noise he’s making blending into the background easily.

When the room is completely silent again that’s when you finally have the mind to notice that Nolan is nowhere to be found. You’re about to turn when you feel large hands place themselves on your hips.

Nolan lets out a breathy laugh when you startle, jumping in your seat. “Can I have a proper hello?” He asks, turning the swivel chair so you’re facing him.

“Sorry,” You mumble, reaching up to wrap your arms around neck. “Work,” You murmur, connecting your lips.

You’re about to pull away and get back to it, distancing yourself about a centimetre before Nolan’s hand is cupping your cheek, bringing your lips right back together. You humour him for a few more seconds, knowing that pulling yourself away from the essay for a minute or two won’t hurt, but then Nolan’s tongue swipes out and you think he’s about to try and take it further, but he just licks your lip.

You’re furrowing your brows into the kiss, and then you’re squeaking in surprise when he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth quite hard. Pulling away you stare quizzically at Nolan while he tries again to kiss you. “Ouch Nol,”

You put a hand on his chest to keep him from getting any closer, and he swipes it away, pulling at your waist until you’re on the edge of your chair, leaning backwards to avoid his mouth.

“Give me a kiss,” He whines, still trying. This was a very different side to him, he wasn’t really one to beg for attention.

“Who are you right now?” Placing a hand on his cheek you turn his head, laughing when he groans.

“Stop,” He mumbles, going in again. “I just want a kiss, jeez,”

“Well jeez, no. Cause you’re gonna try and suck me up again.” You protest and he smirks, rolling his eyes.

“I promise I won’t,”

You look him over sceptically, narrowing your eyes at him as a warning before tilting your chin up for him to kiss you again.

It starts off normal but then you feel Nolan smile into the kiss and this time he sucks your top lip into his mouth and you jolt away, slapping his arm while he laughs.

“What the hell are you doing?” You scowl, wiping your mouth.

Nolan is still laughing, his tongue darts out to lick his lips and you look on, confused. He places a sweet kiss on your forehead before heading down the hall, yelling behind him, “That flavour of lip balm tastes really good,”

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[art-and-the-hockeys]

wallpapers • nolan patrick + dark forest

Credits of the wallpapers’ elements and style go to their respective owners. I only assembled them to make the wallpapers.

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