└ “Seriously, what do you see in that guy?”
“He makes me laugh.”
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└ “Seriously, what do you see in that guy?”
“He makes me laugh.”

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"gritty jr's dirtbag boyfriend" is an absolute hall of fame tag. I need it tattooed on my body or at least as a tshirt
honestly as i’ve learned more about them it’s become more obvious that tk is gritty jr and nolan is his dirtbag boyfriend, but it’s too late to change it now
i’m extremely distressed about nolan getting hit in the back of the head with the puck and also extremely distressed in a completely different way about tk tenderly helping him skate off the ice
i’m gonna choose to believe that when nolan passed to tk instead of taking a shot on their rush in the first period he just really wanted to get him a birthday goal

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The lake was stunning as dawn spilled over the jagged edge of the mountains. There were supposed to be rainbow trout nipping, but Travis was really just happy to be out on the still, blue-glass water. If the fish ate the bait right off his hook, so be it—they had plenty of sandwiches in the cooler.
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You weren’t the only one who thought of us that way
sing into my mouth: tk/nolan; 26k; rated t
tags: alternate universe, bartenders, musicians, The Indie Music SceneTM, partial epistolary
On any given weekend, there are dozens of concerts happening all over Philly, in venues in empty warehouses and basements below cheesesteak shops and renovated mausoleums. Even if the band isn’t the greatest, it’s a pretty decent way to spend a Saturday night. Travis has seen a lot of concerts, working as a bartender at one of those venues. Usually, he doesn’t really care about the bands – he shows up for his shift and serves drinks, dances along if the music’s good, and whatever else happens, happens. But one night, Travis looks up from behind the bar and sees a tall guy alone on the stage, sees the blush on this guy’s cheeks and the way his hair hangs in his face, watches as he pushes a few strands behind his ear, guitar pick between his fingers, and leans in close to the microphone.
“Hey, I’m Nolan,” he says in a low mumble, and Travis falls a little bit in love right then and there.
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