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ros and i were talking about 1319 again.
the little things :)
Nothing will ever be more relatable than Nolan Patrick lowkey just being in love with Nico Hischier at the 2017 draft like bitch me too
the LEVEL of flirting nolan patrick did at the draft was INSANE...pulling at nico’s suit just to see who he was wearing??? telling nico straight up to his face that he looked amazing?? i’m so proud of him and his rosy cheeks that are always present around nico
nolan just left it all out on the open. all gas, no brakes. when he met nico, everything changed and he was all in. fuck cameras, fuck reporters. nolan’s never going to be ashamed or hide how much he loves nico.
nico can’t throw himself into it like that, not just yet. nolan’s cheeks flush up and nico can feel himself smiling too much in response. nico really likes this boy, and he’s still wary of the cameras, but even they can’t stop the way his heart flutters. he lets himself press his thigh into nolan’s because it’s a sunny day in chicago and they’re on a boat and it feels like a moment he’ll want to remember for the rest of his life, and he wants to remember it pressed against nolan.
i want to write niconolan purely so i can wax poetic about raclette and also chocolate
Nico realizing Nolan unfollowed him and talking to Jack about it
"Need help with hashtags for your Facebook post, Schao?"
"What?"
Nico and Rino had come over for dinner after their sauna session earlier in the day and now dinner's over and Jim and Rino are sitting in the living room together drinking beers talking about whatever hockey Dads talk about, and Luke's fucked off to his room to talk to his boys because World Juniors is starting soon, while Jack rinses the dishes and Nico puts them in the dishwasher.
But Nico isn't putting the dishes in the dishwasher. Nico has been fiddling around with his phone for a while now, not paying attention to anything.
"You've been staring at your phone all confused? Finding more baseball players to follow?"
Okay, so maybe Jack feels a type of way about Nico getting practically naked in a sauna with some random professional baseball players.
"Jack, what?"
Nico had a big day with his Dad today. Not only did he strip down to his underwear and sit in a sauna with his father and some baseball guys, he also got his haircut. He has yet to look up from his phone, and there are strands of his hair falling down the side of his face, not as long as before, but still framing his face perfectly.
Jack huffs. Puts the dish he just rinsed into the dishwasher himself and turns the faucet off. He directs Nico away from the counter and closer to the island where the stools are and sits Nico down. Nico lets all this happen while still staring down at his phone.
"Nico."
Jack flicks him on the forehead and Nico finally looks up.
Good.
"What's going on?"
Nico sighs, puts his phone face down on the counter and runs his hand through his freshly cut hair, strands falling every which way in his wake.
"Nols unfollowed me."
Nico's face is all scrunched up like it gets when he can't find the right English preposition when he's answering media questions.
"Who's Nols...?" Is this another baseball player?! How many baseball players does Nico know and why does Nico know so many of them and where are they coming from?
"Patty. Nolan Patrick."
Oh shit. That may be worse than another baseball guy. Nope, that's definitely worse.
Nico doesn't talk to Jack about Nolan Patrick. Nico doesn't talk to anyone about Nolan Patrick. Jack thinks maybe Jesper might have that honor, but even he's not one hundred percent sure about that.
Jack's emotionally intelligent. Jack can do this. Jack can wade through the Nolan Patrick swamp of history.
"Are you...okay?"
Great. Slam dunk. Touchdown. Home run. Ugh baseball again.
"Yeah, its just...weird." Nico looks at his phone like he expects it to provide an answer as to why Nolan Patrick has unfollowed him. Jack also looks at Nico's phone hoping for the same.
"I mean we haven't talked in a bit. He reached out when I wasn't playing last month to check in."
Jack doesn't think Nico's upset about it. Nico's confused.
"I don't think I did anything?"
"Of course you didn't do anything!" Okay, so Jack doesn't know if Nico didn't do anything, but Jack is going to side with Nico ninety nine percent of time, no question. Plus, its Nico. He rarely does anything wrong. He doesn't make mistakes on the ice and he doesn't really make mistakes off the ice either.
Jack takes a step closer, putting his hand on Nico's shoulder and squeezing, trying to radiate support gearing up to say something to comfort Nico...
"What's our ice cream situation?" So Luke's chat with his boys is over.
Nico, presented with a task, especially a task that involves doing something for a teammate, especially for a teammate thats a rookie, and especially for a rookie thats a Hughes, is ready for this call to action and this distraction, "I have some good variety at mine."
Nico gets off the stool, grabs his phone and pockets it, and beckons Luke to follow him, which Luke does happily.
And Jack is left alone in the kitchen with the dishes that still need rinsing and thinks about how ice cream is supposed to be the go to solution for a break up.
Nico Nolan but like a moving on fic (as Nolan unfollowed Nico on ig)
Nolan is about to soft launch his retirement or maybe its hard launch his retirement.
All he knows is that in a couple of days the hockey coaching and mentorship organization he's now working for, working with as a Skills Specialist is going to launch and the world is going to know he's a "retired pro".
He feels a little restless about it. He's putting a demonstrative end to his National Hockey League career. Closing not only that chapter, but basically shutting the book with a heavy lock and key, and tossing the book and the key into the ocean.
He needs to do something about it, but he doesn't know what. Some sort of ceremonial end. Maybe some pomp and circumstance. Something. Maybe he should grab a beer or something.
He settles for opening up Instagram for lack of anything better to do and the first thing he sees is Nico Hischier's stupid, perfect, face, standing there.
It's a fucking watch ad. Of course its a fucking watch ad.
Nolan's this close to chucking his phone away, but he stops himself, so maybe its not some big, official thing, but its symbolic as fuck.
He clicks through to Nico's profile, gives one final scroll through, stops at the picture of them at the 2017 Stanley Cup game, opens it up.
Sees himself. Sees himself when it was all about to begin. When anything could have happened. When the world was in front of him. Everything at his fingertips. And sees Nico standing next to him.
He zooms in on himself and Nico. Nico and Nolan. Nolan and Nico.
He catches himself staring, fondly, and clicks out of the picture, back to Nico's profile.
He scrolls back up to the top.
And sees this Nico. Nico Hischier, Captain of the New Jersey Devils. Nico Hischier, Frank J. Selke Trophy Finalist.
This isn't his Nico anymore. This hasn't been his Nico for a while now.
And he isn't that Nolan anymore. There's a whole new world in front of him and there's something different at his fingertips now.
He clicks "Following" and sees the "Unfollow" selection at he bottom of the screen.
He closes his eyes and sees Nico from the draft, baby faced, smiling wide at him, eyes crinkling, and this Nico of the past says "Do it, Patty."
And Nolan does it.
#nhl draft era nolan chased after nico in a similar way to how tk chases nolan
Literally shut up don't make me think about this. 😭
sorry i dropped these