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."
You should write something about briss. Something like him taking you on a cute little beach picnic date
Picnic
"Y/N!" Brendan yells. "Yeah?" I yell back. "Get out of the pool and get ready!" He says. "What?" I ask. "I have a surprise" he smiles. "What is it?" I ask. "Just get out of the pool" he says giving me a hand. "Fine" i sigh, taking his hand. "What do i wear?" I ask. "Something comfy its getting chilly" replies. "So it's outside?" I ask. "Go get dressed" he gives my butt a tap and pushes me inside.
I put on sweat shorts and a crew neck.
I quickly dry my hair and apply a little makeup before heading downstairs.
"Are you ready?' He asks. "Yeah" i say taking his hand. He leads me out to the car.
He doesn't blind fold me until we get down to the beach.
He puts a blindfold on me and makes me sit the opposite way he is.
"Bren can i take this off now?" I ask. "Little longer" he replies. "Bren" i whine. "Give me a sec" he replies sounding out of breath.
"Okay you can take it off" he says. I take the blindfold off and see a blanket with pillows and all my favorite snacks and drinks.
"Bren" i squeal. "This is so cute!" I say getting up and kissing his cheek. "So you like it?" He asks. "I love it!" I practically yell, going to sit down.
I was just munching on the food he brought when it dawns on me.
"Wait is it our anniversary" i ask. "No" he laughs. "Oh good I thought i forgot" i sigh with relief. "Then why did you do all of this?" I ask. "Because you got a fat ass" he smiles. I hit his shoulder and laugh. "I did it cause i love you" he smiles, kissing me. "Shut up" i cringe.
While I love the panthers (Matthew and Bob), I have decided to also like whatever homoerotic thing was going on with Connor and Eichel, so now I like Jack Eichel and would be ok with them winning.
just watched a TikTok edit of NicoNolan set to Two Birds by Regina Spektor and I’m…crying…
Two birds on a wire, one says, "C'mon," and the other says, "I'm tired,"
Two birds of a feather, say that they're always gonna stay together, but one's never going to let go of that wire, he says that he will, but he's just a liar