matt take notes

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could you do 52 "i don't think he loves me anymore" with some angst? + andreil

Dan gets home late from her coaching gig on Tuesday night, and they eat thai takeaway over styrofoam containers and cheap wine.

The TV’s the only light in the room, and it’s almost like the flicker of a fireplace, if they don’t look at it directly. Dan’s laughing and smooching stray noodle off of Matt’s cheek when there’s a knock on the door.

They make faces at each other. “It’s 10 pm,” Dan says. “This had better be life or death.”

Matt groans. “Don’t tempt fate.” He struggles out of the couch and passes his ginger beef off to Dan. “5 bucks says it’s Allison back from Guadala-whatever. Timezones mean nothing to her.”

“Bet denied. You know gambling isn’t the same when we have a joint bank account,” Dan complains and Matt laughs, dodging their side table and heading for the front door. He busily cracks open all of their locks and rattles the door until it unsticks.

“Hey!” he says, surprised. Neil’s scuffing their doormat with the toe of his shoe, dressed in old PSU colours. “A house call from Neil Josten, what an honour,” he jokes. Half-jokes. A visit from Neil is a confession that he missed you enough to actually do something about it.

Neil looks up at him blankly, and something is so obviously wrong that it shakes Matt. He takes silent note of the bag slung over his shoulder, the mottled redness of his eyes and face.

“Allison?” Dan calls, and Matt shakes his head without thinking.

“Neil,” he replies softly.

“Get out of town,” Dan says, voice getting louder as she floats towards them. She appears at Matt’s shoulder and grins. “Well if it isn’t our favourite competition.”

Neil usually says something obnoxious about Matt’s team not even counting as competition, but this time his mouth stays thin and snapped shut. Matt and Dan exchange a loaded glance.

“I need to ask you a favour,” Neil says finally.

“Anything,” Matt says.

“I need to stay somewhere,” Neil says, and Matt watches him gather himself like he’s finding his balance on a slick of ice.

“Where’s Andrew,” Dan says slowly. Neil looks at her, and then at Matt. He hasn’t seemed quite this small since he first showed up at the foxhole court with all his lies clenched between his teeth.

“I can find somewhere else,” Neil says, already turning to go. Matt catches him by the strap of his duffel.

“Oh no you don’t. We’ve got a couch with your name on it.”

“If Matt hasn’t destroyed it with peanut sauce,” Dan chirps. Neil looks back and forth between them again, his face in knots. Matt bodily pulls him over the threshold.

“You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to. We get how it is.” He looks over at Dan and she’s already nodding.

“Thanks,” Neil says, and he drops his bag heavily just inside the door. He eyes the TV. “What were you watching?”

“Not exy,” Dan replies. “You might have heard of it.” She flops back onto her side of the couch and tucks her feet under herself. Matt settles down opposite and watches Neil perch on the armchair like it’s made of something sharp.

“We can change it?”

Neil shakes his head, and his eyes drop. Matt feels metaphorical eggshells crunching under his heels. It’s never been this uneasy with Neil, even when they first met.

Neil picks at his armbands until he seems to realize what he’s doing, and he reaches under the sleeves of his hoodie to peel them off altogether. Dan shoots Matt a frantic look.

“Not to pry,” Dan starts, “but do you need us to call anyone?”

He looks up. “Like who?”

“Like…” she looks at Matt. “Your coach? Nicky, maybe? Kevin?”

“How would they help me?” Neil says flatly.

“Man, your Andrew impression is killer,” Matt grits, nerves pricking with frustration. Neil’s expression goes tight, distorted like canvas stretched to fit an oversized frame.

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Stop it I’m blushing

2P Canada x Reader Fluff

It took some convincing, but somehow you got your grumpy Canadian boyfriend to take you out on the town. You were dressed in your favorite casual outfit and waited in your living room for Matt to finish his shower and get dressed. 

Soon enough, he walked out wearing his favorite flannel red shirt, unripped jeans (which was something special because most of the jeans he owned was ripped due to his hiking hobby), and boots. His hair was tied into a ponytail with shorter locks of hair framing his face. But to your surprise, it looked like he put in the extra effort to dry and brush his hair. Wow, he really wanted to go all out for this date. 

You couldn’t help but smile, walk to him, and give him a peck on the cheek. He blushed in response and offered his arm for you. His face didn’t look bored or upset, but had a slightly embarrassed and shy expression, which was also different for him. You smiled at him, took his arm, and you walked with him out the door.

You didn’t live too far away from the nearest town, maybe a 10 minute walk, so you took this opportunity to ask Matt if he had anywhere he wanted to go. He didn’t have anything in mind per-say, but when you mentioned a particular organic grocery store, he perked up slightly. You knew he liked to go there because the organic maple syrup that was sold only there was his favorite. You giggled at his response and said you two would stop there on the way back. 

You finally arrived at the shopping square in your area. The first place you wanted to go was a book store. You looked through pile after pile of books, on the search for a good story.  One book about a lady knight caught your attention and after skimming the pages, you liked what you saw. You decided that you were going to buy it, then checked your phone for the time. It has been about 45 minutes since you and Matt entered the store. You figured he would be near the seating area dozing off, but no, he was nowhere to be found. So you looked down every aisle until you spotted your large lumberjack of a boyfriend in one of the aisles, reading a book. To the look of it, the book was a fictional novel. You smiled and started to approach Matt, taking note that the book had a large white bear on the front cover. Of course that book caught his attention, the bear looked a lot like Kuma, Matt’s pet bear.

You were a foot away from him and continued to smile as he still didn’t notice her. When you snuck right behind him, you stood on your tip-toes and kissed his cheek. He jumped in surprise and looked back to see you, he half-grumbled, half-chuckled. When you told him you were ready to go, he nodded and walked with you to the cashier counter. After a few minutes, the both of you walked out with a new book in hand.

The rest of the day was pleasant to say the least. He let you drag him to every store you wanted to check out with no complaints. You bought a few things that you liked and a few things caught his eye too. 

The sun was starting to set when you and him were getting tired. The both of you decided to get an inexpensive dinner, so you guys stopped at a relatively nice grab and go restaurant, left with a paper bag in both of your arms, and settled down at the base of a large tree, in the cozy curves of the roots and dirt. Being in a relationship with an outside man like Matt made you get used to getting down and dirty. 

When you were about halfway done with your dinner, he spoke up to get your attention.

“Hey…” He said and putting down his food container.

“Hmm?” You replied as you looked up at him, wiping your couth with a napkin as you do so.

“I….bought you..or well us…something.” He reached in his jeans pocket and gestured for you to hold up your arm. When you did, he slipped a beautiful bracelet with ribbon and beans of your favorite color. In the center had a silver long bead with his and your name engraved on it. He then pulled back his flannel’s sleeve to show he had a similar bracelet on his wrist, but it was red.

“I ordered it a while ago, and picked it up today when you weren’t looking.” There was a blush deepening on his cheeks as he continued.

“I wanted to give you something nice,…I don’t know if you like it, so you don’t have to ke-” You interrupted him with a sweet kiss, full of passion. You felt so special and loved from what he did for you. You felt your own tears run down your face, but you didn’t care in the slightest. 

He kissed you back after a moment of being slightly surprised. Matt pulled you on his lap and held you as close as he could to his body. You pulled back a bit to look at him straight in the face. 

“Thank you! I love it so much!” You smiled with complete sincerity as you cuddled your face in his chest.

He ran his fingers through your hair as he wiped away your tears. “I will protect and love you forever.”

You smiled and replied, “I know you will, and I will do the same.” 

Like the bear man he was, you knew he would do what he promised.


I drew the thing!! Y’all remember the thing right!!

Gil is staring at Matt instead of taking notes. Matt is daydreaming about lots of things. And Matt’s mighty steed is just sittin’ there bein’ gorgeous. Or it would if I was any good at drawing motorcycles

anonymous asked:

Please share your andreil relationship drama hc's thanks

Anything for youu <3

  • Neil and Andrew don’t fight. Much. 
  • They’re pretty good at talking about things that are bothering them, and communication is extremely important to my sons 
  • So, that doesn’t leave much room for full on fights
  • Not that they don’t fight, but much less than other couples 
  • Neil suggests that Aaron should take notes. 
  • Matt does take notes. 
  • I digress 
  • It does, however, leave a lot of room for arguments, and with both their firey personalities, dominant egos, and inability to stand down, leads to many regrettable words
  • Words that they both want to take back as soon as they’re out, but with their pride in the way 
  • (and the twisted, sick, minuscule amount of pleasure they both get by hitting where it hurts) (they’re working on it
  • They don’t take them back
  • And that leaves scars 
  • Not the ones that either can see 
  • But they’re there
  • They’re there in the following days, where one flinches when the other’s name is mentioned, reminding them of their words
  • They’re there when one decides to spend the night on the couch and/or with Matt or Renee 
  • They’re there when one wakes from a nightmare detailing the exact words that the other had mentioned 
  • Which leads to…issues, breaks, tension
  • But always
  • Always. 
  • Ends up resolved, bc the words that were inflicted were words that had to be said
  • Word that one had been hiding from 
  • Words that they had to deal with  
  • And so one apologizes and the other thanks them for bringing up what they did 
  • and they move on 
  • and they move on 
  • bc that’s just how Neil and Andrew do 

“I wasn’t prepared to have a social dialogue with 16 year old girls every day. For a 24 year old boy that’s WEIRD; regardless of if you’re in a band or not”


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