#nolanpatrick

a/n — so this idea came from an ask i sent to someone a while ago and i wasn’t planning on expanding on it, but after thinking it over, i ended up wanting to because hello i am weak for this idea, so here it is lol

okay so, it’s nearing the end of the term/semester, which means you’ve got a million-and-one things to do for school

but today you had a short shift to work after your last class, leaving you absolutely drained by the time you get home

you had planned to spend the night studying for your upcoming history exam but after the day you had, you’re finding it extremely difficult to resist the urge to just crash on the sofa and forget about all your responsibilities

figuring one night off won’t hurt, you give in and queue up the newest episode of your favourite show

it’s about an hour and a half later that nolan comes home from practice, finding you sprawled across the living room couch

he chuckles at the sight before coming over to greet you, “hey babe”

you mumble back a small, defeated ‘hi’ as he gives you a quick peck on the lips

pulling back, he cocks an eyebrow at you, “how was your day?”

nolan already had a good feeling about how your day had gone (this boy could read you like a book) but he asked anyway, knowing you weren’t the type to complain about anything unless invited to talk about it

you just huffed, throwing your head back against the armrest, “so fucking shitty, oh my god”

he laughed at your exaggerated reaction and plopped down beside you, pulling you into his chest

“alright,” he sighed, “talk to me, yeah? what happened?”

you groaned in response, “life happened”

that earned another laugh from nolan, and you proceeded to tell him all about how much you hated working after class because of how tired it always left you (thus getting in the way of your studying)

he pouted—partly because he knew how you felt and wanted to comfort you, and partly because he knew he was going to have to force you to power-through the evening anyways

“awe baby, i’m sorry you had a long day. i wish i could make it better, but as much as i’d love to stay here and cuddle you all night, i think we both know you’re gonna regret not having studied tomorrow”

and now it was your turn to pout, “but i don’t wannaaaaa”

“awe, c’mon—what if i help you? it’ll make things go a lot faster, which means we’ll still have a little time to relax afterwards”

“ugh,” you groaned, burying your face in his neck with a heavy sigh, “fine”

so he drags you upstairs to your room and instructs you to get all your school stuff ready, before disappearing back down the hall

a couple minutes later, he re-enters the room with a bunch of snacks and a steaming cup of your favourite coffee blend (which also happens to be the strongest one you own... thank god)

with your growing fatigue, controlling your emotions was already a bit of a challenge, so obviously, when you see him so determined to make you feel better, you start to tear up a little

“babe? are you crying?”

“it’s just... this is so sweet?” you sob, “god, i literally love you so much, like you don’t even understand”

and he just starts dying of laughter because holy shit, you’re a total sap and he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

anywaysssss

nolan sets the tray of food on the floor next to where your stuff is set up and immediately throws himself into work-mode

he helps you memorize your definitions (rewarding you with a kiss for every right answer 😉) and make flashcards (you let him do the stacking and binding because leaving him in charge of glue and scissors sounded a little too risky)

“c’mon babe, you know this one”

“shit uh, i wanna say 1965? wait no, i take that back—it was 1968.”

nolan’s hands shoot up, sending cards flying in every direction, as he rolls onto his back in celebration, “and the crowd goes wild!!!! y/n y/l/n has done it again, folks!!!!! that marks seven right answers in a row—a new record!!!!!!”

you can’t help but giggle at the sight of your boyfriend laying on the ground while he mimicked the sound of a stadium crowd going crazy

“oh my god, you’re such an idiot,” you snort

“shut up,” he laughs, “stop being a meanie and come celly with me”

you roll your eyes, but find yourself clearing space next to him anyway

the two of you spend the next twenty minutes rolling around on your bedroom carpet, giggling and acting like children before cleaning up and retiring to the kitchen for a late night snack

you wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his shoulder, as he tends to the pot on the stove

“hey, nols?”

he hums in response, “hmm?”

“thanks again for helping me study tonight, i really appreciate it”

nolan puts down the spoon before turning around in your arms to face you. he pulls you in to his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “anytime, babe—you know i’m always here for you”

to which you just hug him a little tighter, pressing your small frame further into his large one

“i love you”

“yeah,” he chuckles, “i love you too”