Jade
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i’ve never seen the beginning of this gif before!! did i need to stare at every single frame of it? absolutely WHAT A SCOOP
seeing nolan after a long time away?? like you can’t get to canada cause of work or current issues (cough dumbass us government not handling covid properly or at all couch) and you’re FINALLY able to see him?? make this go any way you want it to go
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No one expected the world to be this way. No one saw it coming. The shortages, the panic, the closures. Nothing. So here you are, stuck in your shitty Philadelphia apartment without your most important comfort tool. Nolan.
Of course he has to be stuck 1000 miles away in Winnipeg. Of course he has to be, it’s all apart of God’s cruel plan apparently. You’re left here, sleeping alone in a bed made for two. Eating alone with a meal made for two, watching shows over facetime millions of miles apart it seems.
It’s unbelieveably difficult. You went from spending every day with Nolan to not seeing him for almost 6 months. It feels too close to what life used to be before you met nolan and you definitely don’t want to go bakc there. He’s nothing short of a miracle in your life. H has been an ever standing constant in your life, something that you desperately needed in that time and place.
He was just... right there when you needed him the most. And you need him. A lot. Right now.
The second you hear that international travel is somewha safe, Nolan is calling your phone. He wants to come back to Philly. Closer to the guys, the gym, the rink. And you’re there, the most important thing of all. It’s been eating away at him for months. He should’ve just stayed in Philly to weather the storm with you. He thought that it would be okay, that he would be able to get on a last minute flight to Philadelphia before the shutdown. But he was wrong.
He knows the toll that it’s taken on both of you. Nolan isn’t much of a talker, he doesn’t ‘emotion’ very well one might say. He likes physically being there, being the calm in the eye of your hurricane of a life. He likes holding you and doing things with you. And it feels so weird to not have you within 20 feet of him at all times.
Sure the road trips and nights away are difficult, but this is another level. And he couldn’t be more excited to pull out his suit case and pack it full of his shit. He couldn’t be happier to dig his passport out of his bedside table drawer. And he couldn’t be more excited to get on a 9 hour red eye to get to Philadelphia to see you.
You check your watch again, and it still, somehow, says 9:18. You bounce your leg and look around at all the empty baggage conveyor belts. You feel like you’ve been standing there forever. You feel nervous for some reason. Nauseous. Maybe not nervous. More anxious, excited, relieved most of all to have him back in you arms on ten minutes time..
The minutes drop off the clock like peanut butter. It antagonizes you. Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock.
People start entering your feild of view. People from flight 736. Nolans flight. You stand up and rock back and forth on your heels. Everyone is obviously wearing their masks, and you’re wondering if you’re going to be able to recognize him with his mask on. What? Of course you are. It’s Nolan, your Nolan. The same Nolan that calls you every day after his morning workout, right when he knows you’re on break. The same Nolan that stayed with you in the hospital when you cut your hand open with a knife when you were trying to cut a potato. The same Nolan who sleeps with socks on. You’d never forget him. His eyes...
And then they’re looking at you, from the top of the escalator. He’s looking for you, finds you, and doesn’t look away. He politely pushes people out of his way, backpack slung over his shoulders as he makes his way down through the crowd.
Despite his mask, he covers his mouth with his hand as he makes his way closer. And closer and closer and closer until you can see the tears in his gorgeous blue eyes that you’ve missed oh so much. He sprints the rest of the way to you, tosses his bag off of his shoulder and pulls you to him.
You two stumble and fumble around, almost crashing to the ground.
“Yn...” he breaths out, “oh my god Yn.”
You let it all break free then, all the sobs you’ve been holding back all day. Every muscle that was tense with anticipation now washed away as the scent of his green apple shampoo fills your nose. Good to know some things don’t change with time. He is a creature of habit after all and it warms your heart more than you could ever explain.
Neither of you say another word, just crushing each other in your arms so hard you can barely breathe. He pulls away, debates pulling down his mask to kiss you, but decides it’s not right for this setting. Instead, pulling away and resting his forehead on yours and just being.
It doesn’t take long to get his suit case and get to the car. Once everything is situated in the trunk, he shuts it and rips off his mask, crushing his lips to yours in a bod melting kiss. God it feels like forever; his soft, plump, pink lips molding perfectly with yours. Kissing Nolan, being with Nola, has always felt right. You clicked from the start. Everything with his is just so easy that it was impossible not to fall in love woth him incredibly quickly.
He hold you close, hands cupping you’re cheeks as your rest at his hips.
“God I missed you, I missed you so fucking much. I’m sorry I stayed at home, I should’ve come h9me sooner and it’s my fault that we’ve spent all this time apart when we could’ve been toget-“
You cut him off with a press of your finger to his lips. You shake your head, tears spilling over.
“Don’t do that to yourself, Nolan,” you whisper, “this is not your fault. Trust me, it’s no ones. None of us could control it. Did it fucking suck, yeah of course it is. You’re my best friend and my boyfriend. But I don’t blame you for staying him. Have you been thinking this is your fault for the last 5 months?”
He looks to the ground, another tear scratching down his rosey cheeks. God you never knew ho much you would miss his cheeks. He nods his head shamelessly.
“Nolan...”
“I know I know,” he starts, sniffling, “but I couldn’t help it.”
You sigh in frustration, that he would let himself hold himself accountable for this.
“You know what, forget it. I don’t care. You’re here now and that’s all I care about. I just wanna get him and take a nap with you, I haven’t slept well since you left.”
He smiles and nods, kissing you one last time before getting in the passenger side and driving down the streets of Philadelphia. At least he’ll have you to spend his two quarantine weeks with. Wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.
would you do my favorite grump nolan patrick? 🥺
Anytime, Anywhere!! Have a preddy boy!🥰
(song: Boss Bitch by Doja Cat)
