#nolan.

[stickylikea]

                        open      to:      f.

                              ❝      do      you      do      this      on      purpose?      like      ⸻      genuinely      asking.      you      broke      up      with      me,      so      let      me      move      on.      ❞

[morningpages]

ﾟ✧         closed,         @goodsgraces   .

             pretending  not  to  notice  was  a  certain  skill.  it's  one  that  nolan  had  never  mastered,  and  rarely  ever  practiced.  but  after  three  pints  and  two  hours  of  watching  her  from  his  peripheral,  nolan  was  well  past  faux-naif.   “  hi  nat  ,  ”  he  slumps  in  front  of  her,  dramatically  leaning  against  the  nearest  surface.  “  i  figured  i  would  come  say  hi  ,  since  you  won't  .  what  is  this  about  ?  subverting  gender  roles  ?  because  you're  really  just  hurting  my  feelings  .  ”  tucks  his  palm  beneath  his  chin,  “  also  kinda  fucked  up  you  brought  your  ugly  boyfriend  to  my  birthday  .  ”  it's  an  obvious  probe,  and  she  was  likely  too  smart  to  fall  for  it,  but  he  couldn't  help  himself.  “  if  i'm  being  honest  ,  i  already  told  half  the  party  that  he  gave  my  friend  a  UTI  ,  and  the  other  half  you're  kissing  cousins  .  if  you  have  anything  you  want  to  add  ,  i  could  make  an  announcement  .  "

[oliviabrooks]

“Now surely, you were the absolute king of Seven Minutes in Heaven growing up.”

@nolan-wilder​

[savoies]

ok so i don't know if you guys would be interested but a neighbors with crushes new years blurb....

[harringtcnx]

5 favorite people from school?

“valentin, lavender, ches, nolan, and maia.”

@carvajcl @lav-jones @littlestcheshire @nolanharrington04 @maiacroft

[morningpages]

ﾟ✧         closed,         @bluestsdays   .

               “  you  can't  lay  down  .  you  might  fall  asleep  .  ”  nolan's  exertion  was  obvious  as  he  eased  marley  down  on  the  rickety  patio  furniture,  drained  after  pulling  her  through  the  throng  of  people.  the  party  inside  raged  on  regardless  of  her  fall,  the  discordant  sounds  of  vibrating  bass  and  chatter  growing  louder  and  softer  with  every  open  and  shut  of  the  back  door.  “  talk  to  me  ,  ”  nolan  says  casually  as  possible,  barely  masking  the  edge  of  concern  in  his  voice.  he  leans  forward,  pulling  at  her  eye  to  check  her  pupil,  as  if  he  knew  what  to  look  for.  “  did  you  hit  your  head  so  hard  that  you're  going  to  be  really  fun  to  be  around  from  now  on  ?  ”

[ofwrxth]

+ TEDDY / THE WARDS

Nolan walks through the market, nodding politely at vendors, some of whom nod back, others of whom sniff and look away. Even here, in The Wards, scorn for their own runs deep. At least, if your last name is Thorne. It's hard to blend in, hard to not be known as the Thorne boy. The one who's parents were floated for betraying the cause meant to help everyone. Some forgive, others never find it in their hearts to forget the losses they suffered. Nolan has learned to deal with both the scorn and the acceptance. It's like balancing on a knife's edge, wondering which way he'll fall. If he'll get cut or if he'll move on, unscathed by harsh words or looks. He's used to it by now, has been for some time, but there's always a small voice that says he'll never truly be welcome here. That his name stains his past, present and future. He supposes it doesn't really matter. It's his constant reality.

Some days, like today, there is kindness still shown his way. Genuine warmth. A lack of scorn when he pays a vendor with RATS. An elderly woman who pats his hand and gives him a toothless grin as she hands over the food. Nolan wonders if she's too old to remember or if she's simply learned to forget. But his thoughts are disrupted by an odd feeling at the back of his neck, followed low rumble and then – BANG. Loud enough to startle every vicinity. Nolan swears, head swiveling in the direction of the noise, eyes catching on smoke. On the people running. "Shit." It's the first thing he says before looking around, seeing how vendors begin to pack up their stalls before some abandon them altogether. "Here," he drops his purchase, already helping the elderly woman pack up her goods. There's another explosion and it feels closer. Nolan works faster. He's got a bag of food in hand and reaches for the vendor's hand with his other. But before he can grab her, before he can tug her along, there's a whizzing sound in the air. He knows what it is and he lunges for the woman. But he's a second too late.

White spots fill his eyes as his head rings with the impact of skull meeting ground and it's like all the sound has been sucked out of the market. The dull ringing growing louder as he blinks up at the artificial sky. He blinks and coughs, tasting copper in his mouth as he rolls to his side. His vision is a blur but he can still make out the small, demure figure of the vendor. Unmoving. His heart sinks as he tries to crawl to her, coughing through the dust and debris and upset dirt. "No, no – c'mon," he shakes her with a cut up hand, shakes her and coughs and his head rings as sound returns. It's not the sound of a busy market or the chatter of The Wards. Screams fill his ears, high pitched and desperate as people run.

Nolan swears loudly, or so he thinks – he still can't hear, and grips the edge of the stall, hauling himself upright as rubble falls from his person. He's looking around, disoriented as he tries to right himself. Each cough feels like someone's taken a razor to his throat, cutting as he heaves a breath. "Fuck." He swears, casting one last gaze at the unmoving vendor before ambling forward, feeling unsteady at first before he's moving. Get out. Get out. Get out. It's the only thought in his head as he thinks of escaping the market. Of getting out of danger. People run past him, distress palpable in the stale air. But Nolan continues on, regaining his balance and bearings as he begins to move faster. Get out. It's the only thought in his head until he sees her. A figure covered in dust and debris, trying to move debris. Someone is stuck. Help her. His thoughts change direction faster than a shuttle. Help her. Help her. Help her. Nolan pushes through the swarms of people screaming and crying and running for their lives until he gets to her side. "Teddy!" Can she hear him? He grips her shoulder, trying to haul her to her feet "Teddy!" Protect her. "We have to go!" @rviner