#ft. nolan

[nicoblair]

closed starter — @nolanmatthews​

The last place Nico thought he’d ever find himself was standing outside Nolan’s door. It felt a little awkward standing there, waiting for the guy to open up. He was bracing himself for the worst ; being yelled at or even hit seemed like a pretty rational expectation to have, given the circumstances. So he braced for it when the door finally opened, but he didn’t hesitate to start speaking his peace. “Before you go off on me,” He began, putting a hand up in front of Nolan’s face to silence the guy. “I know what I did. There’s no point to get into a hissy fit and give me a rundown of it all, I was there. I’m here to talk.”

[malloryrosario]

‹ @nolanblake​ / nolan b. ›

aside from lyanna, there was one person she loved being around and she had to admit, she missed him a lot. when hearing about how nolan was back, the girl rushed over to the beta house. as much as she was hesitant to go over there in the first place, but he was worth it. after coming inside, she went straight to his door before knocking multiple times. “nolan!” she said loudly and happily. “open up already or i just might cry.”

[malloryrosario]

@malftw: @nolanblake pls bring me fries. i'm super duper hungry rn

[malloryrosario]

‹ @nolanblake​ / nolan b. ›

—— with the valentine’s day ball coming up, mallory wanted to know everything. what he was going to wear, who his date was, and whether or not he was going to be auctioned. plus, she simply wanted to hang out with him too. even when they hung out recently for fries and shakes, mallory still felt like it wasn’t enough yet. a reason why she called him to meet her at a restaurant for lunch. “so, have you finally decided on what you’re going to wear yet?”

[junghaerin]

who: @nfitzpatricks where: idk some bar where they'd meet to exchange the tea

𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 he and cc became…whatever the hell they were now. cc had introduced them back when the two of them were still platonic, and it had made sense. every lawyer could use a journalist. and every journalist could use a lawyer. mutually beneficial and beautifully transactional. and she liked nolan well enough, really she did. but she had never once felt anything that could be described as giddy before meeting him. not until today. today, rin had a plan. she was just going to create the right conversational conditions for nolan to bring up cc on his own. organically, coincidentally. without rin violating the sacred vows of girl code. she’d promised cc she wouldn’t say anything, and she meant that. but if nolan said something first? well, that was a legally different situation, wasn’t it?

she returned to the table with a menu and slid it in front of him. “here. didn’t know if you wanted a cocktail or a beer, and then the bartender started yapping at me about ipas, i had to get the fuck out of there.” she could flag down a waitress. she was not going to stand there being lectured by some twenty-three-year-old with a septum piercing and lumberjack cosplay explain beer that was trendy in 2016 while he was in middle school. “what part of my sleep deprived face makes it look like i’d care?” rin dropped into the chair across from him and opened her own menu. “you been busy because of the fires? guess you’re criminal defense, so it’s different. but i’m sure there are lawsuits abound. pretty lucrative time to be a civil lawyer. they must be foaming at the mouth.”

[aconites]

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @endangeredsceneries!

𝙀𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙊𝙀𝙎𝙉’𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 last time she felt so relaxed. after a messy break up, a year on tour and filming her latest movie, a small hiatus was a long time coming. the singer-actress had arrived at the small island one of her friend’s had recommended a few days ago, just off the coast of fiji. it held a private resort with only a limited amount of staff on site and her beach house had one of the most amazing views she had ever seen. despite the protests from her agent, the blonde had made the decision to shut off her phone for the next four weeks. she didn't need the constant noise of social media and notifications, she needed silence and a space where no one knew her name. her schedule now involved the sun and the book she’s been wanting to read for months. the only person who would be at her side throughout her trip was nolan, her long time bodyguard. it didn’t bother her though, she liked having him around. he made her feel safe and she never felt like he was judging her throughout the many years he’s been working for her. lately though, she was starting to feel some of the butterflies she hadn’t felt in a long time, and they were all directed towards him. it was silly, a cliché pulled straight from a bad romance novel, and yet there it was, fluttering right under her ribs every time he would hand her a bottle of water or offer a hand to help her go down the slippery steps to the sand. she watched him now, his posture alert even as he lounged a few feet from her and she smiled in amusement. even a million miles away from home, he still couldn’t let himself have his guard down. she needed to find a way to fix that. ❝i’m going for a swim,❞ she tells him, getting up from her towel and taking off her sunglasses. elle doesn’t hesitate to slip off the thin dress that she wore over her bikini, tossing it next to her beach bag before shifting her gaze towards him again. ❝are you coming in?❞

[romymccready]

who: @nolanfitz where: casino night

𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 the blackjack tables, tuning out the boisterous voice of a man at the next table who wouldn't stop announcing his winnings to anyone within earshot. she turned to the person closest to her, her voice a slow southern drawl that barely contained her smile. "you reckon he knows all the money goes to charity?" she asked, one brow lifting slightly. only after the words left her mouth did she register the familiar profile of the person she was talking to. romy had never been shy about striking up conversations with strangers. but she realized this was no stranger. it was nolan, the lawyer. she tilted her head in recognition. "how’s luck been treatin’ you tonight?" she asked, tone gentle, conversational. "hopefully good. but if not, i’ve got a few tricks for changin’ it. they’re not scientific, but they work."

[courtneyxblake]

@cohenblake @nolanxmurray