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harlowhockeystick · 2 months

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just got this idea, and it fits perfectly with nolan and princess.

"i don't like him." nolan pouts, sitting on the edge of the bathtub watching princess get ready for bed. he watches her roll her eyes as she spreads night cream on her cheeks.

"you just met him!" she counters back, brushing through her hair before turning around to face him. "give the boy a chance. you gotta stop scaring off every boy our girls bring home."

now it's nolan's turn to roll his eyes, walking into the bedroom where he tosses the bedspread and sheets up in frustration. he got a bad vibe as soon as he shook the boys hand, it was weak and his palms were sweaty. he didn't think anyone would be good enough for his girls.

tension is radiating off of nolan as princess tries to read her book, but she can't because she can feel his frustration. "wanna talk about it?" she puts her book down on her nightstand and shifting her body slightly to face him in bed.

his stare is burning holes into the wall across from him, his arms closed across his chest. he was tense and at this point not even one of his wife's muscle relaxing massage's could fix it.

"i just- this kid comes into our house, eats food that we cook him, and has the fucking nerve to disrespect us like that? disrespect you?"

"nolie he didn't even-"

"no! no i don't wanna hear it because so what the steak wasn't cooked just the way he liked it?" nolan rambled on and on about how he felt the boy that gemma brought home for dinner was apparently the worst abomination to humanity.

nolan had the worst habit of doing this. tormenting and getting pissed off at the dates they bring home. the first time this happened he had to apologize to gemma or he was going to have the couch for the night.

"are you done now?" princess asked when he stopped to take a breath. he looked over at her soft face, calm expression and at ease posture in her baby pink silk pajama set.

he took a breath before leaning his head back against the pillows. "you have to stop this," he turns his head to make eye contact. deep deep down, he knows she is right. "cause if you keep going, none of them are going to bring boys home because they'll be too embarrassed. not scared, embarrassed. then we won't get to meet the boys they date at all."

nolan sighs and the guilt catches up to him. he always knew from the time he held gemma, hazel, and blair in his arms when they were born that he would do anything to protect them. he would do whatever it took to protect them from any sort of harm because he wanted the best for them.

princess could read nolan like a book, she always could. she knew that he, deep down, was scared of losing them. he was scared of the day when they would go off to college and move out. he was scared of the day when they would stop depending on him.

"you're a great dad nolan, but you gotta let them figure out things on their own too. even if the boys are dumb. boys are always dumb."

nolan nods his head with a chuckle. "i'm not dumb though, am i?"

princess giggles and turns to switch off her lamp, pulling the bedsheet over her shoulder. "no, you're a man." nolan presses a soft kiss against her lips and smiles, closing his eyes now that he's calmed down.

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laurenairay · 7 months

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slamming down my girlfriend nolpats for first kiss thank YOU (congratulations btw i love u sm)

First Kiss – Nolan Patrick

Words: 1.5k

Thank you for kicking us off with nolpats, Cam! (ily too!) – I really hope you like this one!

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

You looked up from your book to see a very welcome body filling the doorway to your backyard.

“Nolan!” you squealed happily.

You quickly shoved a bookmark in to make your page before leaping to your feet, throwing your arms around your friend. Your two families had always lived on the same street, and while you were a year younger than Nolan, the two of you had grown up together as close as any of your other friends. Sure, his hockey had taken him away from the familiar neighbourhood, as had your college years, but the two of you always made time for each other in the summers.

“Nice to see you too,” Nolan mused, kissing the top of your head as you finally dropped your arms.

You just grinned, sitting back down on the bench your father had built for the back porch, inviting Nolan to join you with a sweep of your hand, which he happily did.

“When did you get home?”

“Yesterday afternoon, actually,” he admitted.

“Oh?” you said, surprised.

He huffed out a laugh. “I was going to text you straight away, but I ran into Josh and he invited me to his party last night, and I kinda thought you’d be there?”

“Since when have I ever gone to hang out with Josh or any of your friends without you?”

He tilted his head in acceptance, before he seemed to hesitate.

“Actually, about last night…”

He trailed off, looking a little awkward, making you frown.

“What? What happened?” you asked.

He winced a little before smiling, although it was more like a grimace, only confusing you more.

“It was just something that the guys said. They were chatting shit, you know what they’re like, most of them bragging about girls and stuff. And then they mentioned you.”

What?

You sure as hell had never fooled around with any of them. You hadn’t even…

“Have you really never been kissed?”

Oh those assholes. Really? That was one of the things discussed at the party last night? Brilliant. It was only the fact that his voice was full of concern, rather than taunting, that you steeled yourself to reply.

“Have you seen the greaseballs that live around here?” you said dryly.

“Hey, I’m a greaseball that lives around here,” he shot back, although the grin on his face let you know he wasn’t mad.

“True, true, but you’re a greaseball that only lives here in the summer – totally different,” you teased.

Nolan shrugged as if to say ‘fair enough’, making you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder. Nolan nudged you back, before turning to face you properly, bending his knee up between the two of you as he shifted. You waited patiently as you saw him visibly think over his words, knowing him well enough that he wouldn’t speak until he was ready.

“Does it bother you?” he finally asked.

Okay, not what you were expecting.

“Bother me?”

“That you haven’t kissed anyone,” he added, his cheeks flushing a little with his words, “That people know you haven’t.”

You huffed out a laugh, shifting to face him properly too.

“It used to? When I was at college it did for sure – on the rare occasion that I would go to a party, and I saw all these beautiful girls making out with guys at the end of the night, I used to think there was something wrong with me, that I just wasn’t pretty enough to be wanted.”

“That’s bullshit,” Nolan said sharply.

An ugly knot squeezed in your chest. “What?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re beautiful, and if those stupid college boys couldn’t see that, then that’s their loss.”

Oh.

Your lips parted in shock, cheeks heating softly while Nolan blushed fiercely, but he didn’t take back his words. He really was that sweet, sweet boy still, wasn’t he?

“That’s sweet of you to say, Nolan. I got over it eventually? Only a handful of friends there knew and they never brought it up, so no-one ever made a big deal of it? By the time senior year came around I was too busy with classes and assignments anyway, and the novelty of it all wore off. When I graduated two years ago, I came straight back home for work and you already know my opinion of the boys round here.”

You rolled your eyes with your last words, making Nolan laugh, which only settled you even further.

“I guess…I guess I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t know what I’m missing out on, so it’s not really something I think about?” you shrugged.

“I still can’t believe that no guy has swept you off your feet,” Nolan said, frowning, “beauty, brains, and you’re actually a nice person? I don’t get it.”

“Believe it,” you mused, “But I accept your compliments all the same.”

Nolan chewed his bottom lip for a moment, seeming to think heavily again, before he caught your eyes with an expression you couldn’t read.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your heartbeat racing. What?

“I don’t want a pity kiss,” you managed to choke out.

He’d never been cruel before, not like this.

Nolan’s face froze for a moment, before he rapidly shook his head.

“Holy shit, no, that’s not why…you really think I’d kiss you out of pity?” he spluttered.

“What other conclusion was I meant to reach after this ridiculous conversation?” you shot back, heart still racing.

But his frown persisted, even as he reached forward to take one of your hands.

“I think you’re beautiful, I’ve already told you that. I think every guy who hasn’t kissed you is a fucking idiot. Obviously if you don’t want to kiss me then I won’t push it because I’m not that kind of asshole. But the offer is open if you want to,” Nolan explained, “You’re my friend, and there are literally no stakes here, no pressure, and you deserve to have a first kiss with someone that isn’t going to be a dick about it.”

That was quite possibly the most you’d ever heard him speak in one go, and every single one of his words sent your head swirling. Could it really be that easy? Kissing Nolan just to say you’d kissed someone?

“I do mean it, no pressure. If you want me to leave, I will. If you don’t want to kiss me, then just let me know and it changes nothing about our friendship. If you…”

“You can kiss me,” you said suddenly, interrupting him before you could even process the words leaving your mouth, “I trust you. I know you won’t make fun of me for not knowing what I’m doing.”

“I would never,” he said seriously.

He cheeks were a little pink again though. That was a good thing, right?

“Do you want to, um, how should we…?”

You trailed off, your own cheeks flooding with heat as Nolan huffed out a laugh.

“Just like this,” he said softly.

You caught a flash of his rare soft smile as he cupped your face with his hand, barely remembering to take a breath before his lips were pressed to yours. You knew enough to close your eyes, leaning forward enough to rest your hand on his thigh for balance, but every other thought was consumed with the feeling of Nolan’s lips on yours. You’d expected him to pull away immediately, but Nolan didn’t – instead, he moved his lips slowly against your own and it was all you could do to mimic his motions, your blood surging through your veins like liquid fire as your heart raced.

You really had been missing out all these years.

Or maybe it was just Nolan.

At that thought, you broke the kiss, closing your eyes as you rested your forehead against his, not having the functioning thought processes to move any further.

“Wow.”

Nolan’s murmur cut through the cloud in your mind, and it was all you could do to laugh as you finally sat upright, opening your eyes to look at his flushed face.

“Was that okay?” you found yourself asking, wincing as the words left your mouth.

“Okay? Babe you’re a fucking natural,” Nolan laughed.

Really?

You didn’t know what your face looked like – you could only hope it wasn’t ridiculous – but Nolan’s face softened, and he took your hand in his again. “I mean it, okay? You’re an amazing kisser.”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding even as you felt stupid for needing that reassurance. At least you knew Nolan wouldn’t lie to you.

“We can always practice some more if you want to be sure yourself though.”

His smooth offer was almost successful, if it wasn’t for the red on his cheeks giving him away. He…liked kissing you?

“I’m sure more practice couldn’t hurt. Only if it’s not going to be a burden on your time, of course,” you said, smiling innocently.

Nolan just grinned. “Oh I think we can work something out.”

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comphy-and-cozy · 1 year

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yay finally caught you when your requests are open!! I still have so much to backread (🙈) but how about cheek kisses with nolan patrick? 🖤

anything for you sweet pea xo

I changed up the format for this a little bit, with a series of snippets instead of a full blurb! hope you enjoy 🤍

Prompt: Cheek kisses

Pairing: Nolan Patrick x Reader (f)

Word Count: 833

Warnings: Just absolutely disgusting fluff.

On a first date

The pink tinge of his cheeks as he drives through the snow is sweet, and you aren’t sure how much of it is from the cold or from nerves.

You were surprised when Nolan asked you out on a date, never thinking that the soft-spoken curmudgeon could ever have that kind of softness in his heart. What surprised you even more was the thoughtfulness he showed, planning a date that was surely out of his comfort zone — an arcade and mini-golf.

He wasn’t perfect, but truthfully, you found his quiet demeanor incredibly charming, and the more time that passed, the more he loosened up, cracking dry jokes and even poking fun at you when you sent your ball flying into the pond.

“I’ll walk you in,” he mumbles, and you have to hide your smile as you hop out of his car, the warmth from his body shielding you from the breeze.

The tell-tale anticipation sets in as you approach your front door, digging for your keys in your purse. This is it.

“I had a really nice time, Nolan,” you say, looking up at him through your lashes. The flush in his cheeks darkens as he shifts nervously on his feet.

“Me too,” is his quiet reply. Then, as if he’s mustering his courage, he leans forward to press a kiss against your cheek. It’s warm, though you can’t tell if it’s more from his lips or the heat in your own cheeks.

When you finally get inside, your cheek is still tingling from his kiss, and you can’t stop smiling. Maybe, you think, it’s just Nolan.

Holding the door open

“You look incredible,” he murmurs, heat radiating from his eyes as they scan over your body. It’s been two months since your first date, and though you’ve been on several since then, he seems to be just as captivated by you now as he was then.

“Thanks, Nol,” you smile. “You do too. As always.”

With a blush, Nolan helps you shrug your coat on before leading you out the door. Once you approach his car, he shuffles forward to open the door for you, and you smile at him, offering a kiss to his cheek as thanks.

Your heart floods with butterflies when you see the dopey smile on his face as he jogs around to the driver’s side, wings beating even more rapidly when his hand reaches over the center console to grab yours. For a quiet grumpy gills, he sure does love affection, always wanting to have some part of you touching some part of him.

When he presses his lips against the back of your hand, you think to yourself that you don’t mind it one bit.

Before bed

The warmth of your blanket is comforting, your boyfriend’s arm slipped over your shoulders even more so as he gently strokes circles onto your arm. The volume on the TV is turned down low, the play-by-play announcers talking softly as the camera pans over the players on the bench.

“Babe, go to bed,” Nolan says with a chuckle. “You’ve yawned like, three times in the last five minutes.”

“But I wanna see the end of the game,” you say sleepily. It’s not often he is home at night for you to fall asleep in his arms on the couch, so you don’t want to take the moment for granted, even if it’s something as simple as watching a hockey game.

“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow,” he promises. “Now, go.”

It’s with another nudge that you finally heave yourself up out of the warmth of his arms, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight, Nols.”

“Night, baby.”

Playing video games

You’re on the couch, snuggled up in your blanket with Charlie in your lap when your phone buzzes on the table beside you. Sacrificing the warmth of your cocoon, you stick your arm out to grab it, surprised to see a text from Nolan.

[Nolan 💖:] can u refill my water bottle please

[Nolan 💖:] im in the middle of a game and I can’t leave or I’ll die

Rolling your eyes, you chuckle to yourself as you gently slip out from underneath Charlie’s head, doing your best to avoid disturbing him, though he looks up at you with curious eyes.

“Sorry, buddy, your dad is too busy gaming to get his own water,” you say apologetically.

Padding into the office where Nolan’s game system is set up, you sneak behind him to grab his Hydroflask off of his desk. He doesn’t even notice you, eyes focused on shooting his target, his headphones blocking out all sound.

When you return a few moments later with fresh water and fresh ice, you press a kiss to his cheek to let him know his water is waiting for him once he’s done. With the split second he has, he turns his head to peck your lips, murmuring a “Thank you.”

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sundriedmilano · 1 year

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imagine just waking up next to nolan everyday and you're always touching in someway. like his arm is lazily slung over you or your head is on his chest and legs intertwined. and when he wakes up his voice would be so raspy, his eyes would be a little bit darker than normal and his curly hair would look so good. "mornin' pretty girl"

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nolanscheeks · 2 years

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teaching nolan to speak portuguese ?

Your first language is Portuguese/you learned it in school and Nolan loved listening to you speak it. He would often ask you to say things in Portuguese. One day, you decided you had been doing enough translating so it was time for him to learn it. So you got him a subscription to DuoLingo and sat him down with your computer and told him to study. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, pulled you onto his lap and started the lesson.

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toasttt11 · 13 days

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okay

January 21, 2024

Jamie was sitting in his room on FaceTime with Trevor, listening to Trevor yap about something from practice.

Jamie heard a knock on his door and knew who it was, “Yeah?” Jamie soflty called out and Trevor quieted down looking interested.

Phoenix poked his head looking at Jamie he didn’t notice his little brother on Jamie’s screen, “Hey sorry,” Phoenix apologized quickly seeing he was on call, “Did you want to get lunch before we need to head out?” Phoenix soflty asked knowing Jamie hasn’t eaten lunch yet and they need to head to the stadium in a few hours for their game.

“Yeah give me like fifteen minutes?” Jamie softly nodded and asked him with a soft smile that made Trevor look at him suspiciously.

“No rush.” Phoenix smiled and turned around to walk out.

“Wow! Don’t even say hi to your own brother!” Trevor yelled through the screen making Phoenix turn around and Jamie turned his phone to Phoenix.

Phoenix and Jamie share a fond look of Trevor’s dramatics.

“Hi Trev.” Phoenix softly greeted his baby brother.

“Hi!” Trevor beamed happily back as he got his attention.

“I’ll talk to you later.” Phoenix gave Trevor a look and walked out of the room not wanting to take away from the time Jamie has to talk to his best friend.

Jamie watched Phoenix go with a sappy look o his face and snapped his head back at the phone at the sound of Trevor’s mischievous snicker.

“What?” Jamie asked alreadly dreading what Trevor is going to say.

“You like my brother!” Trevor singsonged with a giant grin on his face.

Jamie blanched and looked extremely pale while also his cheeks flushing bright red, “N-No!” Jamie stuttered out quickly looking extremely panicked.

“Relax Jimmy.” Trevor smiled seeing that Jamie most definitely has a crush on his big brother and his didn’t mind.

“I don’t.” Jamie tried to be stern but his voice wavered, “But uh hypothetically if i did, would that be okay?” Jamie hesitantly asked not looking at the screen.

Trevor felt his face soften and shook his head with a fond smile, “Jamie there is no one else i would want to be with my brother.” Trevor knew how much the two would be good together and while he was sad about the trade he was glad that Jamie got traded to Philly.

“Thanks.” Jamie cleared his throat sheepishly rubbing his neck.

“Now go get food with Nix.” Trevor smiled softly at his best friend once more.

“Bye Z.” Jamie smiled softly back and nodded.

Trevor waved with a grin before he hung up.

Jamie blew out a long breath, Trevor was okay with him liking Phoenix, maybe it was okay to accept what he felt for Phoenix.

Jamie has always felt nervous around Phoenix but not the anxious nervous that he is used to but more of a nervous he really likes, Jamie has always felt himself with Phoenix and Phoenix just always seems to know how to read him in a way Trevor can’t even do.

Jamie nodded slowly and knew he couldn’t pretend he didn’t feel anything for Phoenix anymore, he’s been crushing on him since Trevor introduced them in 2021.

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hockeyboysimagines · 5 months

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A very Merry NHL Christmas

Warnings: Mild cursing, some sexual humor, talks of Christmas, Jesus and the holidays.

This was originally planned for last Christmas but ya girl had writers block. So enjoy this now. Let me know what you think!

Note: this is a small group of blurbs about all the couples currently in process on my Masterlist. This won’t include anyone who’s not currently being written about. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and happy holidays to the rest🤍

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, the kids were asleep, and Matthew and Brady were trying to get Keith into a Santa costume without laughing too loud.

Chantal had one hand over her mouth as she watched them struggle with the zipper before finally closing the suit, and adjusting Keith’s beard. Brady was red faced, and coughing to cover his laughter as Keith whipped around and glared at him, while Matthew had one hand braced on his knee, the other holding his side laughing openly.

“I’m never doing this again.” He grumbled as he stepped into the boots and straightened up looking for the sack of presents. The kids had set up a hidden camera earlier in hopes of catching a picture of Santa putting presents under the tree. Taryn was outside picking up the reindeer food they had left in the front yard and making hoof marks on the front walkway, the milk and cookies had been disposed of and Emma, who would be spending her first Christmas with them since they got married, was sprinkling sand by the front door because south Florida Santa had no snow to work with. Noticeably pregnant Hallie rubbed her hands together and smiled excitedly. Keith placed the presents under the tree, keeping his back to the camera.

“They’re going to love this.” Chantal said giving her hand a squeeze.

Matthew was smiling at her from the doorway as he watched his dad carefully set out gifts and made his way over. He glanced down at her baby bump and rested a hand on it.

“Merry Christmas in there.” He said softly rubbing it “Can’t wait to celebrate with you next year. And by that time someone else will be taking up your space.”

“Uh I don’t think so.” Hallie said shaking her head “This mama is done….for a little while.”

“How many fucking-freaking kids are you guys gonna have Jesus.” Brady said around a mouth full of Christmas cookie. They were all looking at them mildly interested and Hallie wasn’t really sure how to answer.

Matthew shrugged “I guess until I don’t get it done on the first try.”

Her face burned in embarrassment, and she couldn’t believe she had let him answer, but the others were laughing. He threw an arm around her shoulders “But who am I kidding, that won’t happen. I’m 3 for 3. A triple champ.”

“Yeah kind of like an ugly, skinny, Conor McGregor.” Brady said elbowing him.

That started a scuffle and Hallie crossed her arms shaking her head, eyes moving over their house. Over the pictures on the walls they’d amassed over their years together. The ones that started with just them, and then their family, and then their children. Over the decorations, and lights, and ornaments the kids made for them at school that hung on the tree. Her life was so full, so wonderful.

Taryn bumped her shoulder and smiled, eyes moving around before coming back to meet hers “So? Is it everything you hoped for?” She looped an arm around her waist.

She nodded, reaching an arm around her “It’s more than I hoped for.” And then she laughed when Matthew and Brady’s scuffle dissolved and he came over and grinned at her.

“If you don’t stop fighting with Brady you’ll end up on the naughty list, and you won’t get any presents.” She said, reaching forward to wrap her arms around him, as much as possible, with the baby bump in between them.

“The naughty list is more fun anyways. It’s how I became 3 for 3.”

*************

Music played softly in the background of Pierre’s apartment as snow fell outside. It was warm and cozy, the house smelled of cinnamon, and Mila and Pierre were snuggled on the sofa watching the snow fall.

“It’s so pretty.” Mila said off handedly, eyes following the flakes as they blanketed the ground below them, creating a fluffy white blanket on the ground.

“Not as pretty as you.”

She rolled her eyes and tilted her head up to look at him “Your so cheesy.”

“It’s all part of my appeal babe…which speaking of. I have something for you.” He nudged her so he could stand and disappeared around the corner and came back with a box.

“Here.” Pierre said handing it to her. It was long and rectangular shaped and she took it before looking at him.

“Didn’t I tell-“

“Oh shutup.” He said waving her off “Stop trying to police my spending habits on Christmas.”

She giggled and rolled her eyes “Okay Jesus.”

He held a hand up to his chest “Did you just take the lords name in vain…on his birthday?”

“Okay now you shutup.”

“Open it.” He said nudging his chin impatiently at her.

She pulled off the paper, which was no easy feet as it was wrapped like a car ran over it, and pulled out a long blue velvet box. Inside of it was a shining, glittery diamond bracelet.

“Pierre!” She said mouth falling open “This is-“

“Nope!” He held up a hand “It’s not too much. You are worth every single dollar I spent on that, which is none of your business before you ask.”

Mila bit her lip. It was gorgeous, platinum with what looked like a hundred tiny diamonds, held together by a small clasp with her initials on it.

“Well?” He was smiling widely “Do you like it?”

“Of course I like it.” she held it out to him so he could put it on. She turned her wrist so the light caught the diamonds and smiled a little before looking at him.

“Merry Christmas Mila.”

*************

“Wake up! It’s Christmas Eve!”

Vince felt a weight bounce across his bed, rip the covers off of him, and a body wriggle under the blankets, kicking him out of his warm spot.

Josie had come barreling in the room, smiling so wide it could light up a city’s worth of Christmas lights.

“Noooooo.” He groaned eyes closing again. He reached down and pulled the blankets up over his head, and then pulled her closer, leaning down to kiss her deeply but she pushed away from him and tapped him on the lips.

“Uh uh. Santa says no funny business on Christmas Eve until we do something fun!”

“Well Santa can-“

“Ah! None of that or you won’t get any presents!”

She jumped out of bed and pulled the covers off of him, pointing at a neatly folded pile of clothing, “Get dressed. We’re going somewhere.”

He sighed and rolled over with a groan, but when he saw the look on her face he sat up. She looked so excited, hands clasped under her chin as she stood in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Okay, okay I’m awake.”

She squeaked excitedly and bounced from the room, leaving him to get dressed and brush his teeth. She was bundled by the front door as he came around the corner.

“So where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

10 minutes later, he was chuckling as they stood in front of an outdoor ice rink, and he knelt down to tie her skates. He finally got them tied, even though her legs were shaking in excitement and looked up at her.

“Do you even know how to skate?” He asked as he adjusted her leg warmer over the top of her skate and then did the same on the other one.

“Nope!” She said brightly, tapping him on the nose and standing, hands resting on her hips “That’s why you’re going to teach me.”

He helped her out on to the ice and stood facing her, gripping both of her hands in his. He skated backwards pulling her along. It was slow going and he was laughing as she went split legged a few times.

“Hang on. I have a better idea.” He skated around her and pressed himself against her back, arms coming to rest around her waist.

“Hang on.” He said lowly in her ear.

Josie smiled with excitement as he started moving, allowing her to just let her skates sit on the ice without having to do anything else. She closed her eyes and breathed in, the winter air stinging her skin.

“Having a good time?” he asked from behind her.

“Always when I’m with you. Are you having a good time?”

“Of course.” He slowed down a little and walked over her shoulder to kiss her cold cheek “Even though I’m doing all the work. Santa had better reward me with a great gift.”

Josie giggled to herself thankful for Christmas with Vince.

And thankful that he didn’t know, she really did know how to ice skate.

************

“Smile!”

Mat snapped the picture of Leighton and Lucy in front of the tree and smiled.

“Beautiful.”

His first Christmas with his girls had been perfect. The entire month of December had been like something from a dream. Lucy had been to every possible Christmas event they could find on Long Island, often accompanied by her godparents, who were across town celebrating their first Christmas together. Snow angels, Christmas decorating, and even the first time she’d been in an ice rink had all happened in the part month and Mat’s heart felt so full it might burst.

“Let me see.” She squinted at the picture and smiled down at Lucy, who was looking more and more like her as she got older.

“Who’s that beautiful girl?”

He smiled down at them and stood up, setting his phone on the couch and picked up a box and went to hand it to Leighton.

“From Santa. I guess I’m not the only one who thinks you’re beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes and blushed, but pulled out a box and handed it to him. “Here open this first. I think you’re gonna love it.”

He sat on the sofa and pulled at the paper. It was small, enough to fit in his hand. The box was flat, with a cardboard lid and when he pulled it off he saw a blank sheet of paper that said “Pick me up.”

He glanced at her, to find her smiling brightly and she nodded “Go ahead.”

He gripped the paper and pulled, and from it another long sheet of paper fell like an accordion. He pulled it up to look at it and saw that it was t a sheet of paper.

It was a sonogram.

He whipped up his head to find that Leighton was now crying, cheeks red.

“Are you-Oh my god.” He reached forward to hug her, chin resting on her head.

“Are you happy?”

“More happy than I’ve ever been.”

She closed her eyes and breathed him in as he spoke again “This is the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten, and I love you.”

************

“Is this dress to short?” Ginny asked turning in front of the mirror. Beau leaned out of the bathroom and grinned in a way that was not appropriate on any level, but especially not on Christmas.

“Yes. You should definitely wear it. Can’t wait to take it off later.” He leaned back in the bathroom.

She smiled and looked at her closet for shoes. The Islanders Christmas party was in a half and hour and they were running a little behind.

She’d been on time until he came into the bathroom and cracked a joke about opening a present, which turned out to be his jeans and the rest of it was a Christmas story for another time. But not the kind you read before bed.

He walked out of the bathroom looking better than he needed to in a pair of grey pants and a black button up. Ginny paused while she slipped a shoe on, eyes moving from his face to his feet and then back up. He winked and smiled at her.

“Not bad huh? But you’ve got me beat. WOW.” He said as he took in her red dress, and heels. It had been a little over six months and she continued to surprise him by outdoing herself. This was the first big holiday they were spending together and tomorrow she’d be meeting his parents.

He stood staring at her “You look beautiful.”

She smiled and blushed a little. Though she was used to a slew of compliments from him, and she knew he was always being genuine when he said them. But it still made her blush.

“Thank you.” She said softly, slipping into her shoes and turning back to the mirror.

“Are Mat and Leighton coming?”

She nodded and sat at her vanity to find earrings “Yes. She said she has something for me.”

“Like a gift?”

Ginny shrugged “I’m not sure. She just said it was something I would love.” She smiled a little as she poked an earring in her ear.

“You know what I love? That dress. Gosh.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her hair over her shoulder to put in her other earring “Why are you being so nice to me? Keep being too good and I won’t let you unwrap my present later on.”

His mouth fell open “I think it’s supposed to be the other way around. Only people on the nice list get to unwrap presents.”

Ginny smiled at him over her shoulder “I much prefer my present openers to be on the naughty side.”

Beau leaned on the doorway, smile as wide as it could possibly get “Best Christmas ever.”

***********

“Stop laughing.”

“I’m not!” Nash giggled from the ground.

Travis was up on a ladder hanging lights from the archway inside the living room of their new house. She’d insisted for weeks that she didn’t want any there, until she announced she was throwing a Christmas party, and then decided the house wasn’t festive enough, which meant she’d shoved a bunch of lights into his hands and told him to hang them.

“Oh come on!” He yelled as he turned the bulb on one of the strings and the rest went out. He’d been fighting with them for 10 minutes “One goes out, they all stay on. One goes on they all go out!”

“Well at least we know that if hockey doesn’t work out, you won’t have a career as an electrician.” She said from the bottom of the ladder with a shrug.

He glanced over his shoulder “Ha Ha. I’m glad you’re having fun down there.”

“Of course I am. The view is fantastic.” She said with a wink.

Travis chuckled and went back to hanging lights, finally getting them all lit “Finally.” He turned to find her smiling at the bottom of the ladder, hands on her waist “How does that look?”

She nodded and pursed her lips “Perfect. Thank you.”

He shrugged “Don’t thank me. It’s the least I could do. And it makes you happy so it’s a win in my book.”

He made his way down the ladder and pulled her into his arms “Besides. A good deed on Christmas always gets rewarded and I-“

But he was cut short when there was an electrical pop and every light in the house went dark.

“It’s not funny.”

“I’m not laughing. You can’t even see me.”

He grinned “I don’t need to.”

She sighed and he felt her arms slide around his waist “We could just stay here…in the dark I guess.”

“But then how would Santa find our house?” As he said that the lights all lit up at once just in time for him to see her smiled widely at him.

“Who cares? Nothing he could bring me would ever be a better gift that the one I have right here.”

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“Merry Christmas!” Sawyer yelled as she pulled open the door to find Nolan’s parents on the other side. She pulled them inside and out of the cold Winnipeg winter and into their cozy house that was full of friends and family.

Nolan was parked on a barstool at the counter watching Sawyer. She was having the absolute time of her life and just looking at her made him want to smile.

It had been a hard year. A hard few years actually but this one in particular had been rough. They’d had so much hope for Vegas and it had only been more of the same, and no one was sure that he’d ever be able to play hockey again. It was sad and scary and she held his hand every minute, but he’d come to terms with it now.

But he didn’t have time to think about it because Sawyer herself came bounding over, hanging mistletoe over his head and kissing him on the cheek with a loud “smack”

“Come on you Grinch! At least smile a little.”

He smiled and she made a face “I mean a real one. Santa is watching.” She pointed upwards.

“I thought that was Jesus who lived up there.”

“Yeah well then he’s watching too. So you won’t get any presents and you might get struck by lightning and that will ruin the whole holiday.” She grinned “And I’ll have to take all these decorations down by myself.”

He chuckled and reached forward, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” She said against his chest, quietly enough that only he could hear.

“For?”

“This.” She pulled back and gestured around “I know this isn’t your thing, but it means a lot to me that you let me throw this party.”

“It’s not that bad. I’d do anything to make you happy, you know that. My Christmas gift to you.”

She looked up at him and smiled the most beautiful smile “Your the gift that keeps on giving Nolan Patrick, and no gift could ever be better than spending my life with you.”

Nolan rested his chin on her head “Merry Christmas Sawyer.”

“Merry Christmas Nols.”

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“Cash will you sit still!” Tyler grumbled as he tried for the third time to stick reindeer antlers on his head. Marshall, Molly and even Gerry were all sitting obediently, but Cash had shaken them off twice. Even though he was as uncooperative as possible, Ava was having so much fun. There was a magic in the air that only lasted one month out of the year that you couldn’t find any other time. The feeling of Christmas was unlike any other and it was the first one she was spending with Tyler, and the first one she could remember being excited for.

She was knelt down, phone in one hand, tennis ball in the other which had the attention of the other three dogs, waiting for Tyler to quit wrestling with their most unruly child.

“Freakin dog.” He said with a huff as he finally got them fastened and made him sit.

“Just like his dad.” She said smiling at him “Okay ready, hey guys!” She waved the ball so they all looked and quickly snapped several pictures before they all started moving with excitement.

“Got it!” she said tossing the ball.

All four took off running after it, skidding through the house and falling over each other like Bambi on ice, and Ava and Tyler both yelled “No!” as Gerry went flying right into the tree.

It swayed for a second before it fell in slow motion as Tyler raced forward to catch it, which he did, but not before it rained ornaments that hit the floor and rolled in all directions.

Ava covered her mouth the keep from laughing and hurried forward as Tyler tipped the tree back up on to its stand, and made a loud noise of annoyance.

“What’s so funny?” He asked when he saw her laughing.

“What’s funny is now you have to help me redecorate it. Since you conveniently seemed to be missing last time.”

“I was at practice.” He said eyeing her with a small smile.

“Sure. That’s why Jamie called looking for you.”

“That douche. Busted I guess. Okay I wasn’t at practice I was out-“ he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box “Buying this.”

She smiled and glanced up as she took it “That’s funny cuz I wasn’t here waiting for you, I was out picking up this.” She pulled a bigger rectangular box from under the sofa.

As they opened their respective gifts she heard Tyler make a noise like a gasp and an exclamation and she smiled. She’d had blown up and framed the first picture they’d ever taken together, them and all four of the dogs. It had been the first time Ava had let anyone take a photo of her in years, and Tyler was so proud of her for it. But she’d kept it hidden, telling him it didn’t take for months. This was the first time he’d seen it, and his eyes softened as he looked at it and then at her.

“I love this. Thank you it’s amazing. We gotta hang this.” He glanced around and picked a spot right by the front door “There. So people see it right when they get here.”

He turned as she pulled her own gift out, a silver locket with a tiny photo of the dogs on one side, and them on the other, and a date a time inscribed on the back.

“This is beautiful, but what’s this?” She asked pointing at the date and time that was engraved at the bottom.

“The day and time I saw you for the first time.”

“Oh my gosh.” She was blushing but he continued “That day and time changed my life. The only thing that could would have made it better was if you wanted to join the mile high club or something.”

She laughed and swatted his arm “Tyler!” She turned holding up her hair so he could put it on and then smiled “Thank you for this and for making every other day better than the one before.” She placed a hand on his heart.

“Thank you.” He said placing his hand over hers “For letting me.”

He squeezed her hand and then pulled her into a hug. He was warm, and she could feel his heart beating through his chest. Tyler smiled and squeezed her tighter. “Best Christmas ever. Don’t you think?” He asked glancing down. She nodded with a small smile.

“Better than all your others?”

“Everything with you in my life is better, Christmas included.” She closed her eyes and squeezed him tightly.

There really was something magical about Christmas.

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“Ho Ho Ho!” Joel rumbled as he made his way inside of the Connolly’s house. He and Libby had gone home for Christmas and though they wouldn’t be able to stay long, there was no way they were missing her parent’s Christmas party.

“AH!” Heather screamed rushing forward to pull them both into a hug, as she had also voyaged home just for the holidays “Happy kissaversary lovebirds.”

Th house was packed with guests and family and friends, and Libby couldn’t stop smiling. It felt so good to be here in her parents house, on Christmas Eve, with Joel where their story had started. She’d kissed him for the first time right upstairs in her room, and at that moment their lives together began.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked from beside her, arm around her shoulders.

“Oh just about that Christmas Eve when I kissed you upstairs.”

“Uhm no.” He scoffed “It was me who kissed you actually.”

“Im thinking about-“ they turned to find Heather, standing with her sweater half open to conceal a bottle of wine under it. Discreetly they all made their way up to Libby’s room and out on to the roof, bundled in jackets as they each took sips from the bottle.

“Last time we did this we were teenagers.” Joel said from his spot next to Libby.

“The last time your mom had a party was when I was in Florida and you guys were in there making out, thinking we all had no idea.”

“Well you might, but my parents didn’t.”

Heather rolled her eyes “Yes they did Libby. They just didn’t think Joel had it in him so they didn’t care.”

Joel gave her a dirty look and an eye roll, and stared off into space for a second before he asked them “Do you guys ever think about what things would be like if you hadn’t moved here in 8th grade?”

“I don’t like to.” Heather said rubbing her arms “You moving here was the best thing that could have happened to us.” She said smiling at Libby “Because I gained a best friend and Joel finally found someone who would go out with him.”

Libby started laughing, breath turning into fog and Joel’s mouth fell open “On Christmas? Really Heather? Aren’t you already pretty low on the naughty list?”

“I live on the naughty list. Alright I’m not 15 anymore. It’s too cold for this, you guys coming?” She said as she climbed back in.

“In a minute.” She disappeared out Libby’s bedroom door leaving her with Joel on the roof. She reached forward grabbing his hand to hold it in her mittened one.

“If I hadn’t moved here in 8th grade, we still would have found each other some way.”

“You think?”

She nodded and looked out across town, at the black sky, white snow and twinkling stars above their heads “I do. Just would have needed some magic. Some Christmas magic.” She pointed at a star that streaked across the sky and disappeared before she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Can you think of a better way to spend Christmas Eve?” He asked.

She shook her head “No. I want to spend every Christmas Eve here, and every other day of the year with you until we’re old and grey. Promise me that?” She looked up at him, eyes wide under her glasses.

“Promise. Merry Christmas Libby.”

“Merry Christmas Joel.”

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year

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Hii, could you write one where you are Nolan's secret Santa when you play with your group of friends and you gift him something handmade. And he goes like all soft with rosy cheeks and shy smile because he loves the gift. But you don't tell him it has been you and he kind of figures it out. A sweet ending pleaseee

You watched in silence, hidden behind your cup, as Nolan opened the present. He frowned a bit and pulled it out of the paper lifting it in front of his eyes. It was a cardigan made by you. He didn't know that, though. But he liked it. It was soft in his hands and the wool looked warm. He didn't have a cardigan, he barely saw himself wearing one. But he liked it. There was a little tag that said Handmade and that was making him feel in some kind of way because he didn't remember having a handmade present before.

His cheeks had turned rosy and there was a smile fighting his lips.

"Um. I like it a lot. Thank you to my secret Santa. Nice gift."

You blushed hard, but no one noticed.

"Try it!" Some friend said.

"Nah..." He was a bit embarrassed because he didn't know who had made this. But he was liking it too much and he knew that if he tried it on his body would react badly and he didn't want to be all flustered in front of everyone.

"C'mon..."

Somehow, your friends convinced him. So there he was, in the middle, with the carding on and yes, red as a tomato. Which you found amusing. You weren't expecting this. You thought he would be more like, meh.

"I really like it" He said to the group, hoping the person would give him a sign and end his misery. But you didn't move a muscle.

He didn't took the cardigan off and that threw you over the edge. You found him playing with the sleeves a couple of times, buttoning and unbuttoning, looking at it and following the pattern with his finger as he listened to the conversations around him.

You thought he was listening. But he wasn't. He was observing and doing the maths. He had already paired at least four of the gifts with the gifter. And he was suspicious. But he was also doubting. You were wearing a sweater that matched your skin perfectly. You looked pretty with it. But that wasn't the case the pattern was similar to his cardigan's. But he didn't know if you could have done it. He had never heard you were a knitter or whatever technique it was. Maybe his secret Santa had given one to you on your birthday or something.

It wasn't until then, when he had been looking at you for a while, when you realized that he was probably discovering it. His gaze was intense and you were starting to get hot on the face and neck. You were so in love with him. He had that something that had driven you insane for the longest time. And his eyes were making you nervous.

So you escaped to the kitchen. But obviously he followed you. Nolan took a deep breath and encouraged himself. You were by the window watching the dark outside.

"YN"

You turned and looked at him slightly panicked.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm no harm" He said with half a smile.

You laughed nervously.

"Um... How is everything?" You asked. You didn't want him to see how nervous he made you.

"Good." He walked closer and you could see how good the cardigan fit him. You were proud of your work. And he saw how your eyes were shiny. It was the confirmation he needed. "It's really good"

You looked up at him.

"W-what?"

"Th cardigan. The gift. I'm completely honest when I say I like it a lot."

Your legs turned into jelly and you tongue wetted your lips.

"It's the first handmade gift I get"

"Is it?"

Nolan nodded.

"How do you know its me?"

"It looks like your sweater, and you have been checking on me the whole night."

"Oh".

Nolan stepped closer and his figure towered over you. What was he doing? He didn't even know.

"I have been observing"

You nodded slowly.

"I'm happy you liked it"

"Why would you make such an effort in a gift? Mark gifted Ellie a box of condoms"

You swallowed. Well...

"I thought you would like it"

"I do"

He took another step and suddenly you were pressed against the window.

"I also like you"

You literally panted. Air had been sucked out of your lungs and Nolan was proud of it.

"It would be nice if you'd let me kiss you now"

You nodded quickly, your heart beating 100km/h. Your hands cupped his face and you brought him down. Both of your relaxed into the kiss as soon as your lips touched. Nolan wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck. If you knew it would end up like this, you would have written your name on the package.

When you pulled back, you ran your fingers over the cardigan. "It fits you so well"

"It does. Have you been studying me?"

"Oh shut up"

#Nolan patrick #Np #Blurb #NHL #Fluff

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this-is-ally-and-im-confused · 2 years

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Can I come in? || Warlock!N.Patrick

Summary:what happens when you get lost in a storm?

Warnings: not a lot besides anxiety and getting lost in a forest.

Tagging: @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @quietblues @cartahhart79 @angryhockeychick @mista-svech @huggybug @cuttergauth

You shouldn’t have gotten lost from camp. Hell, you shouldn’t have even camped in this weather. The danger of driving in the quickly approaching storm pushed you deeper into the woods. Trees swayed and creaked as wind cut through them. Your hiking jacket did little to protect from the elements. It was a late summer trip–and you thought you’d be safe from the prospect of freak storms.

Nope.

Now you were stumbling down a path as thin as a meandering creek. It was slick and mossy, so much that you could barely see the path behind you.

Out of nowhere, the crash of an oak tree deafened your ears. Mere feet ahead of you the mature tree the size of a car blocked you in. You had no choice but to abandon the trail in hopes of finding some shelter.

You trekked for 30 mins downhill searching for anything but darkness and rain. Then suddenly a hut essentially appeared a few feet in front of you. It was old, mossy, and eerie. Every thought inside your head was telling you to run. Something wasn’t right. There were ritualistic carvings and marks along the trunks that held thin-seeming walls together. They definitely weren’t any language you had seen.

“Are you going to come in? Or are you choosing to die by hypothermia?” A gruff voice came from the doorway. All you could see were a steely set of eyes near the top of the crack in the door.

“Uh yes please, can I come in?”

The door swung open. You took it as a sign to come in. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light of the hut you realized that it seemed at-least 6x bigger on the inside than it had seemed by its exterior. The set of eyes that had let you in belonged to a shockingly handsome person. Or they looked human.

“Thank you for letting me in.”

“Don’t thank me. I had to. The voices wouldn’t let me leave you to die. Something about a ‘waste of good bones.’ Why are you lost in the woods during storm season? Are you stupid?”

“Uh–no?”

“No? Are you unsure of your intelligence?”

“I mean–sometimes. THAT'S NOT THE POINT!”

“Dont yell at the person that just saved your life.”

The man looked at you with a confused expression, almost like he was mentally picking you apart. Was he always holding that warm cup of tea? His eyes were definitely not red a minute ago, right?

“Person...so you are human!”

“Mostly.”

Suddenly, the tired feeling you had been carrying increased. As if the man could read your mind he offered a seat on his couch to you. It was a small, Victorian, Forrest green loveseat. When you plopped down–it was impossibly comfortable.

Wait, when did you take off your shoes? And how are your clothes so dry? You've only been inside a matter of minutes.

“Didn't want my couch wet.” the strange man responded to your lack of verbal communication.

Soon, sleep was taking over your body, and your eyelids drooped. Part of you was fighting to stay awake as you didn't understand what the stranger would do once you had slipped from consciousness.

“Sleep, you need it. I won't hurt you”

“But I don't even know your name!”

Your words rushed out before you could even think about the personal intrusions right after intruding into his home.

“It's....Nolan.”

“Nolan, well I'm y/n”

“Nice to meet you, get to bed.”

In an instant, you slipped off into some well-deserved rest.

Part 2....?

#send in requests #send anything #ally loves hockey #nolan patrick imagine #nolan patrick x reader #allyween!#my amazing moots <3 #ally loves her moots #nhl imagine #hockey blurb

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princessphilly · 2 years

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Pls gimme sth with nolan patrick - i'll take anything, that man spends way to much time on my mind

The curl of a lower lip.

The exhale after taking a hit off of a bong.

Long legs, spread out lasciviously, daring you to look at what was between.

You resisted, for a bit, that good girl conditioning earring with a strong need to see what could be.

As you surrendered, curling in his lap, your hands tugging hair as he whispered filthy words in your ears, you felt ever ounce of control slip from your grasp. When words turned into actions, you wondered, how could you have resisted for so long?

#microblurbs #microblurb #micro blurb #drabbles #blurbs #hockey blurbs #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction #nolan patrick #implied smut #weed smoking

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harlowhockeystick · 1 year

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just a lil thought that i need to write out so you can come talk to me about it <3 18+

nolan loves his kids. all four of them, he loves to death. gemma, hazel, blair, and teddy. he can talk about his kids all day, and that's saying a lot because he is a man of few words.

but. they get in the way, a lot. more often than not they get in mom's way, when she is trying to get some work done, finish sketches of the new clothing line she is coming out with soon. they get in the way of her morning or night routines, when she's making meals. really when she is trying to do anything. nolan laughs most of the time, because to him it is genuinely funny. watching her do her makeup or wash her face with two kids asking her a million questions. but, she handles it with grace.

nolan? not so much. they only seem to get in nolans way when he is trying to do what he desires most- make love to his wife. any time of the day, morning, afternoon, night, that's when he hears their little feet come running down the hallway and banging on the door, begging for his attention.

it's when he's balls deep, his brows are furrowed, hands digging into her smooth skin so harsh that they're gonna leave bruises, that they come asking for him. it's when he's got his tongue down her throat, one hand wrapped around her neck and the other hand is massaging her cunt that they need his help. or when he's got her pussy on his face, her soft thighs wrapped around his head and she's pulling on his hair when they need nolan to open a jar of pickles.

he's asked if he could put a lock on their bedroom door several times, but princess has sternly said no multiple times saying it could be a safety hazard one day. he's asked if they could get a sitter for one night or two and they rent a hotel room, but she said that it was trashy. nolan has tried to come up for every which solution, but she says no to almost every one.

but this one, oh this one....she has to say yes to. his parents have been begging for the last few years, ever since teddy got old enough to tie his shoes, that all four kids come to stay with them for a few weeks during the summer. both nolan and princess had been hesitant, only letting one or two go at a time. but never all four. they haven’t had the house to themselves in God knows how long…she has to say yes to it…

#princess reader #nolan x princess #nhl smut #hockey smut #nolan patrick blurb #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #this really applies to any guy i have an au for #but this au hits different obv #so yeah #18+

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laurenairay · 1 year

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16 with Nolan Patrick Please!!! Thank you, absolutely adore your writing 💖

You are so sweet Kayla! I love writing Patty, so thank you for requesting him to finish out the birthday prompt list!

“What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away”

Words: 534

Waking up alone wasn’t an unusual thing, not really. But what was unusual was the fact that your boyfriend Nolan had the day off today, so you knew he should still be curled up by your side. The two of you had plans to spend the day together, reconnecting after days apart, and him not being next to you made you frown.

Even his side of the bed was cold.

And now that you were waking up properly, with the combination of the air con and the early morning, you felt a chill slowly creeping over your bare body. That wouldn’t do. What the hell Nolan?

But it didn’t take you long to realise where he’d disappeared to. As you got out of bed and pulled on your discarded pyjama shorts and t-shirt, you heard some clattering down the hallway as well as quiet grunted curse. The kitchen? Yes, definitely the kitchen. With a yawn and a quick run of your fingers through your hair, you left the bedroom to find your boyfriend. Just as you’d thought, he was standing in the kitchen, his back to you, wearing a pair of old sweatpants and an ancient sleeveless t-shirt, clearly picked up from the floor just you’d dressed yourself too.

“Good morning handsome,” you called out, walking slowly into the room.

Nolan turned to face you, lips parted in surprise before he smiled, ducking his head to peck your lips sweetly in greeting as you reached him.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My personal heater went away,” you said simply.

Nolan laughed softly as you snuggled into his side, your hands slipping under this threadbare shirt to rest on his bare skin. Hm, much better. This guy was better than a hot water bottle in front of roaring fire, that was for damn sure.

“Any chance you can go back to bed so I can finish making you breakfast?” he mused.

“You were making me breakfast in bed?” you asked, a little taken aback.

“It was meant to be a surprise,” he shrugged, huffing out a laugh.

Oh that sweet boy.

“I can absolutely go back to bed,” you grinned.

“Don’t make this into a big thing,” he groaned.

“Too late!” you shot back, grinning even wider, “You are a romantic, Nolan Patrick, and I’m not going to let you pretend otherwise.”

Nolan shook his head in amusement, leaning down to press his lips softly to yours before you could walk away. You froze in place, melting a little into his gentle kiss, needing a moment to get your breath back when he pulled away.

“Romantic. Down to your bones. Damn,” you murmured.

He just laughed, cheeks flushing pink as he smiled to him, clearly pleased with rendering you useless.

“10 minutes, I promise,” he mused, “Then I’m all yours for the day.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you said, smiling up at him.

You leant up to peck another kiss to his lips, before turning and leaving the kitchen once more.

“Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave!” he called out after you.

The sound of your laughter filled the apartment. That was more like it.

#my writing #birthday prompt list #nolan patrick blurb #nolan patrick imagine #nolan patrick fanfic

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years

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hi congrats on 500!! 💗 if you’re up for it maybe prompt 65 or 120 with nolan patrick? :) thank youuu

thank you so much sweetness! always love a little soft nols 🤍

celebrate 500 with me!

Prompts: #65 “There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.” / #120 “Take my jacket, it’s cold”

Pairing: Nolan Patrick x reader (written for f but could be gender neutral)

Word Count: 760

Warnings: just some sweet lil mutual pining Nolan. Brief alcohol use/mention.

You’re friends with Nolan. Not friends friends — more like a step between whatever is in between friends and acquaintances. You’ve shared the same circle of friends, spending endless Manitoba summers together since you were teenagers, though you’ve never really spent too much time alone with him.

Then he got drafted to the NHL and kind of became a huge fucking deal in Winnipeg, which you knew he absolutely hated. People meant well, congratulating him and offering kind words — or unsolicited advice — about the upcoming season, but ultimately he just really hated the attention.

Which is why he was always trying to be out at the lake, away from the crowds and the fans and somewhere private that he could just be… himself.

Somehow, you manage to receive an invite, every year, whenever he has a boat day or bonfire or any other sort of laketime activity. You go, after ensuring that your other friends who are a bit closer with him are going before you accept. And every time, you leave smiling and happy, and maybe a little fried from the sun.

But this summer, it’s been different.

You’ve found yourself looking at him more, laughing a little harder at his dry jokes, thinking about him long after you’ve left his place. You get a little flutter of butterflies in your chest when you see a text or a Snap from him, and you almost choked on your beer when his thigh brushed yours on the boat the other day.

Today in particular, you woke up with a feeling in your gut, like something was different. Like something was going to happen. It puts a strange sense of confident in your chest, fueling you for another day on the lake with Nolan and company.

Like usual, the day is spent largely on the water, only a few clouds in the Manitoba sky. You boat, swim, drink, soaking up as much of the summer freedom that you can. Once the sun hangs a little lower in the sky, your posse heads back to the cabin for a few pizzas and a bonfire before retiring for the night, sunkissed and maybe a little drunk.

You’re sitting in the porch swing, rocking slowly as you watch a few of your friends play a rousing game of spike ball. The door creaks as Nolan steps out, fresh beer held loosely in hand, snorting when he sees your friend, James, do a dramatic spin as he hits the ball.

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person,” he comments, chuckling. You can feel the shift of the cushion as he drops down beside you, arm moving to rest on the back of the chair.

You hum an agreement, shaking your head with a laugh. “Pretty sure Joey should be in the Olympics for a spin like that.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Nolan agrees. “Team Canada gold medalist, for sure.”

A cool summer breeze blows then, a little too chilly against your bare arm, and you shiver.

“Here, take my jacket. It’s cold,” he mumbles, shrugging his flannel off and thrusting it in your direction.

You accept the jacket, still warm from his body heat as you slip it over your shoulders. It’s too large for you, of course, but you kind of like it that way. “Thanks, Nol.”

He hums in reply, a wordless you’re welcome as you settle back in. When the breeze blows again, he scoots closer to tuck his arm over your shoulder and tug you into his body.

“M’glad you came today,” he murmurs after a beat of peaceful silence, and for a moment you aren’t sure you even heard him correctly.

You can feel your heartbeat quicken against the cotton of your t-shirt as you process what he said. Wanting to play it cool, match his casual indifference, you say, “Oh yeah?”

Nolan hums again. “Yeah.”

That same confidence from earlier washes through you, and before you can stop yourself, you’re twisting in your seat to kiss him, planting your lips solidly against his. He’s caught a bit off guard but recovers quickly, his hand caressing the side of your face as he kisses back. His tongue is subtle when it darts out to taste your lips, heating up the kiss ever so slightly before he pulls away, the usual rouge on his cheeks flushed a little bit deeper.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years,” is his low mumble, and you smile in response.

“Well, what do you say we make up for some lost time?”

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