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blueskrugs · 6 months ago

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'tis the damn season | Matthew Tkachuk

today's the unofficial official start to summer, so here's a 4th of July Matty fic I couldn't bear to hold on to for another month. once upon a time, kim @troubatrain wrote another matthew fic by the same title, but i'm fairly confident this is entirely different. as usual, @wyattjohnston was my enabler in writing this.

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It’s late when you finally peel yourself off the Adirondack chair you claimed hours ago next to the bonfire, empty seltzer can dangling from your fingertips. The bonfire has died off, barely more than some embers and the occasional spark. Even the fireworks that have been echoing around the lake for days have petered out. It’s just you, Matthew and Taryn left outside, all your other friends having wandered off to find somewhere to sleep—except you think Taryn might have also fallen asleep, wrapped up in one of Matthew’s old Calgary sweatshirts and a beach towel.

Matthew watches you with heavy eyes, watches as you stretch sleepily and the big T-shirt you’d thrown on over your swimsuit rides up over your hips.

“Don’t drive home,” Matthew says, so low you barely hear him.

“What?” you ask. You’re not heading back to the city until after the long weekend is over, and your parents’ lake house is just a couple of miles away.

“Don’t leave, there’s a lot of drunk idiots out still,” he says again, standing too. You and your friends were some of those drunk idiots earlier in the day, but you don’t point that out.

“Dude, I’m fine,” you tell Matthew. You turn to look for your flip-flops. “It’s not far, and I stopped drinking a while ago.”

Matthew grabs you by the hip. The night has cooled off, but Matthew’s hand feels hot on your skin. “I’m not worried about you being stupid, I’m worried about something happening to you,” Matthew says. “Don’t go.”

You didn’t pack enough clothes to spend the night—you’d always been planning on heading back to your parents’ at the end of the night. The house was crowded with friends of Matthew and Taryn.

“There’s nowhere left for me to sleep,” is what you end up saying.

Matthew tightens his grip. You step closer. “Sleep in my bed.”

You’d done it before, but not since before Matthew had moved to Michigan to play for the USNTDP. Not since before your crush on Matthew had shifted from something childish to something more like pining. You stare up at him, his blue eyes serious, clear even in the moonlight.

One of the logs on the dying bonfire pops and shifts, sending out a spray of sparks. You both startle, moment broken. Matthew takes a half-step back from you. You hadn’t realized how far you’d both leaned in. Taryn stirs somewhere behind you.

“Fine,” you say quietly. “I’ll stay.”

Matthew grins at you. You shake your head at him as you finally turn to walk inside.

You think you hear Taryn murmur, “Get a room,” as you pass her.

The lake house is a mess. You survey it with dismay for a moment: there’s people passed out on several different couches, empty cans and bottles scattered across most surfaces, and remnants of dinner still sitting out in the kitchen. You drop your own empty can into the recycling near the door and wander quietly through the first floor, picking up what you can. You haven’t been at it very long when Matthew steps inside as well, gently shutting the door behind him. He clicks his tongue at you when he spots you in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher.

“I thought you were going to bed,” he whispers.

“I got distracted,” you whisper back.

Matthew trails his fingertips across your side as he steps past you to open the fridge. You shiver, and not because the AC is turned down low. Matthew pulls two bottles of Gatorade out, offers one to you.

You take it, suddenly surprised at how thirsty you are.

Matthew watches in amusement for a moment as you chug a third of the bottle, before he says, “C’mon, it’s past your bedtime.”

“It’s not that late—” you try to protest, before you catch a glimpse of the time on the microwave clock. Almost 2 AM. “Oops,” you say instead.

Matthew flicks off the kitchen light and heads upstairs.

You make a pit stop in Taryn’s room on your way down the hall to Matthew’s room. The door creaks as you open it, and you wince, squinting at the bed, where three of Taryn’s field hockey teammates are sleeping. No one moves. You steal a pair of shorts to sleep in and sneak back out.

Matthew is waiting for you, again, perched on the edge of his bed. The shower in his ensuite is running, steam filtering through the ajar door. “Shower’s ready for you, if you want,” he says.

There’s a bottle of your face wash and a toothbrush with your initials Sharpied onto the handle underneath his sink, the same way they have been since you were 14. You take a fast shower and try not to think too much about it.

You run into Matthew when you walk out of the bathroom. Literally. You're bumped backwards, into the doorjamb. Matthew doesn’t step away. You’re still wearing one of his T-shirts.

“I was just—I need—” Matthew stutters.

“Matty—” you breathe, before Matthew’s lips crash into yours. He tastes like beer and sunscreen, and you wrap your hands around the back of his neck so you can pull him closer.

Matthew breaks the kiss first, but he doesn’t go far, pressing his forehead to yours. It could have been seconds, or it could have been hours.

“I was just going to brush my teeth,” Matthew whispers.

You make a face instead of kissing Matthew again. His face is still so close to yours.

“Good, you need it,” you whisper back. Matthew rolls his eyes at you, presses a kiss to your forehead before ducking into the bathroom.

You’re sprawled out in the center of Matthew’s bed when he re-emerges, watching the ceiling fan turn lazily above you. You feel drunk, like the room’s spinning, too, but you think that might just be proximity to Matthew. You should have just found a couch or a corner of floor to sleep on.

“No way,” Matthew says, standing at the foot of the bed. “Scoot over.”

You think about pushing it, just to see if Matthew would push back, but you scoot over. Matthew flops onto the bed next to you in the space you just left, then rolls on top of you, anyway, braced with his hands next to your head.

You take a second to just look at him. You’ve been sneaking glances all day, over the rim of a seltzer can, from underneath your sunglasses, across the boat. It had felt illicit then, but now Matthew is right in front of you, blue eyes meeting yours. His curls are getting long, messy from being in and out of the lake water all day. He’s always tan now—living in Florida all winter does that—but he’s sunburned across his nose and across the tops of shoulders. You lift one hand and skim a finger down his nose, across his jaw.

“I miss you,” you blurt. It’s not what you had meant to say, but now that you’ve said it, you’re not sure what else there is to say.

Matthew laughs softly. “I’m right here, babe,” he says.

He’s here now, but it won’t be long until summer’s over, and he’ll be gone again. Back to the real world. You don’t know the last time you and Matthew were able to spend time together like this, don’t know if you’ll ever get this time again. It’s always been one thing after another—injuries, or vacations, or work. You don't talk the way you used to, either. Matthew's schedule clashes with yours so often that neither of you have time for hours-long phone calls anymore.

Matthew drops to an elbow and brushes your hair out of your face. You try not to sigh. His hand is on your knee next, by his ribs with your feet flat on the bed. You don’t stop him as his hand starts to slide up your thigh, closer to the hem of his T-shirt, riding up your hips again.

Matthew drags a line of kisses down your neck. You can’t stop your sigh this time. Matthew comes up for air, tucks another strand of hair behind your ear. It’s humid outside and in Matthew’s bed; you can’t breathe, gasp for air. His hand is back on your hip, burning hot on your skin.

He asks, “Yeah?”

You can feel his breath on your cheek. He’s panting, too, and it’s nice to know that he’s as wrapped up in this as you are, at least for this moment. That he might want you almost as bad as you want him. That he’s wanted you as long as you’ve wanted him.

You don’t trust yourself to get any words out, just nod.

“Think you can stay quiet?” Matthew says, before sealing his lips on yours again.

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You wake up late the next morning, the ghost of Matthew’s fingers still on your skin. He’s in bed, too, tangled in the sheets, head turned away from you. Distantly, you hear the sounds of the rest of the house stirring, your friends laughing, coffee brewing. You don’t make any move to get up.

You’re still laying there later—15 minutes, 30 minutes, you’re not sure—when Matthew starts to stir. He rolls over quickly, almost panicked, but he relaxes and smiles when he sees you still lying next to him.

“Hi,” he says dumbly. He fumbles for his phone, but it’s not beside him. “What time is it?” His words and eyes are still heavy with sleep.

You don't know either; you must have left your phone downstairs last night;. You shrug and stretch. Matthew watches you closely, the way your body moves beneath the sheets. You feel your cheeks flush.

“Dunno,” you say. Closer to noon than early morning, if you had to guess by the way the light is slanting through the partially closed blinds. “Late,” you add.

Matthew grins at you and props himself up on one elbow. You have to resist the urge to reach up and tug on his curls, even messier now from your hands and sleep.

“Then I don’t think anyone will miss us if we stay in bed a little longer,” he says, leaning over to kiss you.

You indulge him and his morning breath for a few moments. Wrapped up in your own little bubble, twisted together in Matthew’s sheets, you can pretend just a little longer—that this is real, that it won’t disappear the second you step through that doorway and back into a world where other people and other obligations exist. But then your stomach rumbles and shatters your illusion.

You push Matthew away by the shoulders—gently, though part of you wants to be harsh with him, hurt him the way you know he’s going to break your heart. Matthew goes easily, but you see the flash of furrowed brow before he smooths his expression back into something easygoing.

“Not that I’m not enjoying this,” you say, “but I need something to eat.”

Matthew raises his eyebrows at you. “I’ve got an idea of what I want to eat,” he leers.

You knee him in the chest in retaliation.

“Oof,” Matthew complains, but he’s laughing.

He rolls off of you, rubbing his chest and pouting at you. You just roll your eyes and slide out of bed. You hunt the floor for the shorts you’d been wearing when you went to bed, trying to ignore the way you can feel Matthew staring at your ass. Your shorts ended up across the room, by the bathroom door. When you turn around again, Matthew is pulling on a shirt. There’s a hickey on his collarbone that you hazily remember leaving there. He sees you looking as his bare skin disappears and smirks at you before throwing another clean shirt of his at your face.

You grab the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, but say, “Turn around.”

Matthew gapes at you. “It’s nothing I didn’t see last night,” he tells you.

It feels different in the daylight, though. You stare Matthew down until he heaves a sigh and turns his back.

You poke Matthew in the ribs when you’ve finished changing. It didn’t go unnoticed by you that Matthew gave you a shirt with his number stamped on the left shoulder to wear. Matthew reaches to take your hand as you start down the stairs, but you pull away and run ahead of him.

This isn’t like that.

“Oh, you’re both alive,” Taryn calls when she sees you. “We were thinking about sending someone up to check on you.”

You and Matthew exchange a look. You don’t miss Taryn smirking from her spot on the couch.

“Where is everybody?” Matthew says, instead of saying anything to give Taryn any more ammunition. The house has quieted down. There’s still a few of Taryn’s teammates lounging around, but it looks like more of Matthew’s friends have cleared out.

“Weather’s shitty, people started leaving after breakfast,” she says.

Outside the windows that overlook the lake, there’s fog clinging to the water. It looks chilly out, and you shiver. You tell yourself it’s because of the cold, and not because Matthew is standing so close to you that you can feel his body heat. He nudges your elbow, and he’s holding a cup of coffee out to you, already the perfect color for you to drink it. You shoot him a grateful smile as you take it; your fingers brush, and you try not to jerk your hand away.

“Nobody even said good-bye,” Matthew gripes.

You laugh, but it’s Taryn who says: “Maybe because you’re a shit host.”

Matthew gasps in outrage and throws a discarded can koozie at her. It falls weakly to the floor halfway to the couch, and all of you burst out laughing. You and Matthew move easily around each other in the kitchen, piecing together leftovers and assembling your breakfasts. It sends a pang through your chest, the familiarity of it, even as the years and distance build a canyon between your relationship. You don’t know when Matthew went from being your best friend, to the boy you dreamed of marrying one day, to the guy you knew so well yet barely knew at all.

You feel like you can’t breathe.

“That’s disgusting,” you say, watching Matthew take a bite out of a cold bratwurst straight from the fridge.

Matthew shrugs. “What?” he says with his mouth full. “It’s a sausage, people eat sausage for breakfast all the time!”

“But not—oh, fuck you, never mind,” you say.

You escape the kitchen, slipping through the back door to the porch. The bonfire from last night has long since burned out entirely, but you drop into one of the chairs beside it anyway, where you eat your breakfast undisturbed. When your plate is cleared, you wander down to the dock.

The late morning sun has finally started to burn away the fog, but the air is still cool. You sit down on the edge of the dock and let your feet dangle in the water. It’s quiet, especially for the day after the holiday; the weather has scared people indoors. You shiver again. You only have a few minutes of peace before you hear footsteps behind you. You don’t have to turn around to know that they belong to Matthew.

He drops down onto the dock behind you, drapes his legs off the edge on either side of yours. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and you let yourself lean back into his chest. Neither of you speak.

You’d been here once before, sitting on this dock with Matthew. You were younger then. Matthew had just been drafted, and you were heading off to college. You’d both been on the verge of something big, and you thought maybe it had been your chance to do big things, together. You wonder if Matthew is thinking of that night, too, of the silence in the darkness of midnight, when you’d both slipped away.

Matthew presses his lips to your shoulder, where the collar of your shirt—his shirt—has slid down and exposes your bare skin.

“Would you wait for me?” you asked, 18 years old and so, so scared of losing everything you had ever known. Desperately trying to hold onto Matthew.

“Would you?” he asked back. “Would you still be ready for me in another few years?” You both knew you couldn’t even imagine following Matthew to Calgary until you had graduated, unwilling to sacrifice your own future for a possible one with Matthew.

You had waited. You had been waiting for Matthew for even longer than you were willing to admit. Even when you were in other relationships, you felt like you were just waiting for something else. For someone else. You wondered now what your life would look like if you had said yes to Matthew on the dark dock all those summers ago, if you’d waited for each other. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“You could stay for a few more days,” Matthew says.

“You know I can’t,” you say. You reach back so you can run your hand through his hair. One last time. “Think we could do this again sometime?” Matthew asks. “You know we can’t,” you say. Matthew sighs. You can feel the tension in his body. He’s ready for a fight, but you don’t know if you have the energy for it. You lean more of your weight against him, and he holds you up, strong and steady.

Matthew takes a moment before he responds. “We could,” he argues. “We could do this forever.” Your heart hurts. You know he doesn't mean it.

“Matthew,” you say, quietly. “Matthew, please.” “Why not?” he asks. “We’re good together, aren’t we?”

You are, and you wish you didn’t know just how good it could be between you. In your head, you see all the things you could have, all the things you should have done. It’s so, so tempting.

“I think we both know why we didn’t try ‘us’ when we were 18, Matty,” you tell him. The petty arguments, the way you were both so stubborn that hanging out ended in slamming doors just as often as it didn't. You always came back, but you don't know if you can do it much longer.

You move to leave, and Matthew slides back to allow it. You let him offer you a hand as you stand up. Matthew squeezes your hand once, quickly, just before you let go. You leave him sitting on the dock. You don’t look back as you make your way back up to the house.

Some things are best left in the past.

#cait writes things #matthew tkachuk imagine #matthew tkachuk fic #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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angelfrombeneth · 5 months ago

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EXES - T . NOTT & M . RIDDLE - PART 1

Mattheo Riddle/Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Summary: Theodore and you are exes. You didn't end on a super bad note, but things were said. After 2 years you're at a Slytherin party and get a bit carried away. But with who? ...You decide

Warnings: Alcohol consumption and cursing

Part 1 > Part 2 (Theo) : Part 2 (Mattheo)

You and Theodore had been together from 2nd year to 4th. It wasn't until the pair of you had a huge argument that you called it quits midway through 4th year. You were friends with his friends but you distanced yourself slightly after the break up. Becoming friends with different people. It wasn't that you and Theo were on bad terms, it was more you were young and immature and didn't know how to love properly.

It was now 6th year, 2 years after you both had broken up. It was way better, both of you had moved on - some more than others and could be in a room together without someone getting hurt. But you always find the time to dig at the boy.

You had become friends again with them all, feeling comfortable around them.

"Hey Y/N" Pansy smiled as she leaned against the lockers with Theo and Enzo.

"Hey, you OK?" You smiled as you reached up to unclasp the claw clip from your hair, letting it fall.

"Yeah! We are having a Slytherin party later if you're interested in coming" She smiled at you.

"You gotta be there Y/N/N! It'll be a hit" Enzo smiled.

You laughed at the pair of them. "Maybe not tonight guys, I've got to study" You looked at Theo, wondering why he wasn't looking at you.

"Whats with the face like a slapped arse, Nott?" You quirked your eyebrow up at him.

"I had a dream about you, last night you know" He looked up at you, the way he stared at you as if you two were the only people in the whole hall.

"OK? And I care because?" You laughed slightly staring at him, your arms crossed against your chest.

"It genuinely felt so real" At this point Pansy and Enzo has moved a bit away giving you two privacy, expecting this to be your argument that you have once a day.

"OK? What happened then" You scoffed, tapping on your heel impatiently.

"We got back together.." Theo reached his hand up to his neck, scratching it as he spoke.

You froze looking at him as you burst out laughing, bending over slightly. "What a fucking nightmare!" You giggled as you walked away from him.

Theodore wasn't a terrible boyfriend but he had a lack of awareness. He took the title of boyfriend but didn't do anything boyfriend worthy. No kisses, no cuddles, no anything. The two of you were together for two years and had barely held hands. Yes, you were young, of course you wouldn't of hooked up, but you wanted atleast a kiss. You believe Theo is starting to regret his younger self because these comments became frequent. Very fucking frequent. Despite his weekly turned nightly escapades with random girls - all he could think about was you.

A few days later you found yourself yet again in the same corridor but it was just Theo this time.

"Hey Y/N-" He shouted, you stopped in your tracks to turn and face him.

"What is it Nott" you groan.

"You free tonight?" He looked at you, leaning against the wall. "Slytherin party"

"I guess I can make time" You crossed your arms looking at him. "Who's asking"

"Me duh" He rolled his eyes. "You're amazing ex boyfriend"

"Only ex boyfriend I have is the spawn of satan" You snorted. His face fell and a look of shock took over. "See you at the party, Notty boy" You skipped away.

The Slytherin party was a hit. You hadn't been to one in fucking forever because you just felt weird I guess. The one time you did, you just felt so.. out of place you left early. The drinks were flowing, smoke from the machine but also cigs filled the room. A Slytherin party was the party where everything would go down.

It wasn't even 5 minutes after being there and you felt a hand on your waist. You turn around to see Mattheo and laugh. "You've clearly had too much to drink already, Matty" You chuckle, poking his chest.

"Not enough to keep me away from you" He smiled as you rolled your eyes and laughed. "Dance with me?" You nodded, walking to the centre of the room with Mattheo.

Mattheo is Theodore's bestfriend so you expected when you both broke up for him to ice you out. Surprisingly he didn't it, he says it's because your 'too smoking hot to ignore' but deep down you both have a good bond. The pair of you used to hang out alot because of Theo that you got to know him, really well.

Now hooking up with Mattheo, wasn't a bad idea but you just didn't want to get messy. It wasn't like you and Theo were going to get back on track. But then you did let the idea plague your mind a few times, besides you were looking hot tonight in a tiny black skirt, practically a belt and a bikini top, so why not.

As you danced with Mattheo, his hands were constantly on your waist, moving with your hips to the beat as he smirked down at you. He's quite hot actually. Fuck was it the alcohol?

You pressed your back to his chest as you slowly moved your body down his, grinding your ass into his pelvis as you bent over slightly. Mattheo was feeling it, his hands were all over your body grabbing up on you.

Maybe it wasn't so bad....

Choose your boy:

(Part 2 will include smut no matter which one you choose)

(A hyperlink to the chapters will be posted once they are out)

Mattheo || Theodore

#harrypotter fanfiction #slytherin boys #slytherin boys fanfiction #slytherin fanfiction #lorenzo zurzolo #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theo nott smut #theodore nott smut #benjamin wadsworth #mattheo x reader #mattheo smut #mattheo riddle x reader #angelfrombenethfics

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chriss-slut · 4 months ago

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reader and chris or matt get stuck in an elevator together?

"We're Stuck!!"

~ Matt Sturniolo X fem!reader ~

Synopsis: You and Matt get stuck in an elevator (wow rlly?)

Warnings: fluff, little panic attack, petnames

A/N: thank you for the request! it's not the best but i tried 😪

Me, Matt and his two triplet brothers had a veery long day today. Meetings all day, going to one side and to the other of the city, we even went shopping because Nick 'needed' a shirt... basically, we're exhausted!!

Chris and Nick went to talk with their manager quickly before leaving but me and Matt decided to leave the building already.

We enter the elevator and, suddenly, it stops mid-way.

"W-What happened??" Matt asks, looking around the elevator with a terrified look.

"Uh... I don't know..." I say, also looking around "I think it stops..."

Matt go over the door and starts trying to push it, already panicking.

"Matt... I don't think that's gonna help..." I say, also scared but trying to keep calm because I know Matt is extremely afraid of getting stuck in an elevator.

"I-It gotta help, it gotta help!" Matt says desperate as he keeps pushing the elevator door hardly. I go over him and grab his arm, pulling him away the door and closer to me

"Matt, please, calm down..." I say softly, trying to calm him down.

"How am I supposed to calm down, Y/N??? We're stuck!!" Matt says. I can see his hands trembling nervously.

I sigh "I know... Just- try to relax as much as you can..." I say and turn around, going over the buttons. I search for the emergency button and click it. Sirens being activated for the whole building.

"Babe, please... I-I can't go over this again..." I hear Matt say, his voice trembling duo to the tears falling off his eyes. I turn around and see him sitting on the floor, in the corner.

I step closer to Matt and crouch down in front of him "Matty, don't worry... it'll be fine, I promise!" I say quietly as I hold his hand with mine while I wipe his tears with the other.

"W-Why does this just happens to me...? W-Why am I so unlucky??" Matt says, starting to cry even more.

"Oh baby..." I say, leaning to hug him tightly. "It's a normal thing, it can happen to everyone... The guards are gonna rescue us, okay?" I say and rest my forehead against his, looking into his blue puffy eyes.

"W-What if the elevator falls...? I-I don't wanna die..." Matt speaks and cries even more, burying his face in my neck.

"It won't. We won't die, okay? Can you believe me??" I say, trying to reassure Matt, even though I'm scared shitless myself.

"I-I love you, Y/N... I love you so much, sweetheart..." Matt says, hugging me tighter than even, as if he's saying goodbye.

"I love you too, baby... but you don't need to say that, okay? We're gonna get out of here, i promise..." I kiss his cheek and, before we can say anything else, we hear a voice outside.

"Hey!? Is anyone there???" a stranger voice says.

I quickly pull away from Matt and go over the door. "Hey!!! Yes, we're here!!! Please, help!!"

"How many people are there?? We're gonna open the 4th floor door! Y'all are between the 4th and the 5th floor!" The stanger man says.

"There's just two. Okay! Thank you so much! And... hurry up! My boyfriend is having a panic attack!" I shout to the man.

"Alright! Tell your boyfriend that everything is fine! Hopefully, we don't need to move the elevator!" The man says and I look back to Matt, who is looking at me with a wet face.

Matt crawls to the door and shouts, his voice still shaky. "Please, hurry! I can't stay here anymore!" I reach my hand to rub his back reassuringly.

After a minute, we hear the elevator door, the outside one, opening. A dim light appearing in the little gap between the doors.

"Please, don't stay so close to the door!" The man says and we quickly step backwards to the back wall of the elevator. Matt is completely wrapped around me, his arms around my waist, his face onto my neck, his feet intertwined with mine.

After hearing a lot of noises, the door finally opens with a guard holding it. "C'mon! Let's get y'all out of here quickly!" The man says as he raises a hand, expecting us to hold.

I let Matt go first and he grabs the man's hand strongly. The man helps Matt goes to the floor below, going through a thin opening. Matt jumps into the floor and steps back, looking at me with reassure and fear expression. I then go after him and do the same thing.

Once i'm safe and sound, Matt quickly runs to hug me tightly, burying his face on the crook of my neck. "I-I can't believe we didn't die... I-I can't lose you..." Matt says, still shaking.

"Matt, it's alright!" I giggle softly "We weren't gonna die and we didn't!" I turn to the guard who saved us "Thank you so much, sir... as you can see, there were panic." I giggle softly as i point at Matt, who is still hugging me.

"Hey!" Matt says as he pulls away from me, crossing his arms and throwing a little tantrum. I laugh and slap his arm playfully. "Thank you, guard, you saved our lifes!" Matt says to the man, smiling.

"Don't worry! Have a good day!" He says and goes away.

Suddenly, Chris and Nick run over us. "Hey guys! What happened??" Chris says, with a coffee cup in hands.

"We got stuck in the elevator..." I say.

"What?? You're kidding! Oh my God, I'm so sorry... Matt, are you okay?" Nick says, now concerned.

"Yeah... I am now... Y/N helped me through it, I think i would die if I was alone..." Matt says and we all giggle.

"Okay, drama queen!" Nick says "C'mon! Let's go home! This day is way too stressful already!"

We all agree and go home.

I hope you liked it!! Pls tell me what you think in the comments, i'd appreciate it :) xoxo <3

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ughgoaway · 1 year ago

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playing on my mind

content warnings: swearing, referring to Matty as tall (look we all lie for plot purposes okay), dilf Matty and rushed writing... i think that's it? word count- 3.3k ish

a/n: woah this was quick but I am nothing if not impulsive!! this is just a one-shot but if y'all want a series I might do one?? idk it depends on how inspired I am lol. but yes this is just my little blurb-thing from yesterday fleshed out into an actual story!! I'm so glad people liked the idea, I hope this doesn't disappoint <333

(I didn't proofread this so I apologise if its utterly shit </3)

“And off you go! If you need your pencils sharpened or help, make sure you raise your hand! I’ll come to see you!” You say to the group of 30 little balls of energy in front of you. 60 eyes looking up at you might seem intimidating to most, but when it's a hyperactive group of 5-year-olds; the fear wears off slightly.

It was family tree week in your classroom, and you had given your little ones the usual task of drawing their family, each set up with pieces of paper and various pencils and pens to create their masterpieces. Seeing them smile and talk about their older sisters and brothers or how much they love their parents always warmed your heart.

You originally got into teaching with every intention of working with teenagers. You were sure you shouldn't be moulding such young minds - you were never sure your mind was a very good example. But one test week in a year 1 classroom changed your outlook entirely. Seeing the pure, unadulterated joy on a young child's face was something beyond comparison.

Getting to watch them grow and develop into little people brought you so much happiness that it could never compare to standing in front of a group of grumpy teenagers. Each teen boy clearly trying to get you over to their desk to “flirt” with you, well as much firting as a 15-year-old boy can do.

Seeing a child come out of their shell, make friendships, and discover their passions made your heart warm in a way nothing else did. So as soon as you qualified you jumped at the opportunity to teach these little ones, this class might be your first but you are sure it will always be your favourite.

And of course, despite what every teacher tells you, they have a favourite student. You were adamant when you began that you really wouldn't have a favourite but then little Annie Healy came bounding into your classroom with a mop of curly hair, untamable energy and the cutest slightly wonky smile you've ever seen.

She very quickly stole your heart, always wanting to tell you stories and going off on tangents rather quickly, organising tea parties but soon getting distracted leaving you at a small table surrounded by teddy bears giving a toast. Her little body seemed to be filled with enough energy to power the world 3 times over, and you couldn't love her anymore. The idea that she would be leaving your class broke your heart every time you thought about it, despite people telling you not to get attached - you did,

You had just settled at your desk after explaining for the 4th time to Zach that sticking pencils up our noses isn't a very good idea. You ended up telling him if he pushed too far, he'd touch his brain, and soon after that, the pencils stayed firmly in his hand rather than up any nose. If any student was the problem child, it was him. You couldn't hate any student, but let's just say he's given you one too many impromptu haircuts this year to be in line for your favourite.

Soon your real favourite student stuck her arm into the air and wiggled it around in an attempt to get you to see her sooner, little Annie Healy was ever impatient- a trait that is only endearing on her. You quickly nodded and started wandering over, trying not to laugh at her large toothy grin back at you.

“Hi sweetheart, do you need some help?” you say, crouching down to her eye level, flashing a sweet smile.

“Hi miss y/n!” she began, her eyes flittering around your face before landing on your hair, and soon, her hands were stroking your head.

“Wow! I like your hair! It's got sparkly clips in it! You know I asked my daddy for some like that, and he said-” you gently placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to stop the tangent before it started. You knew she'd somehow end up keeping you there for 20 minutes, giving you a detailed list of all of her Barbie dolls and their jobs if you didn't redirect her quickly enough.

“Thank you, Annie! I saw your arm wiggling in the air earlier. Did you need some help?” her eyes light up as she remembered why she called you over here.

“Oh! Yeah, I want to write what's in my daddy’s hands, but I don't know how to spell it. Will you help me?” she says, bringing her attention back to her drawing and grabbing the black pencil to continue her work. It's the first time you actually looked at her drawing, and to say you were concerned would be an understatement.

Most drawings of family consist of the same basic elements; a mum, a dad, a sun in the corner, and a house that is wildly disproportionate to everything else.

So imagine your surprise when you look down to see 4 men in what seems to be leather jackets, holding various musical instruments, and a very tall dog next to them.

You blink a few times. Just checking what you're seeing is right. The lineup starts with a tall man holding a guitar, next to a slightly shorter man also holding a guitar with a mess of black scribbles on his head. Next up is a very tall man with drumsticks in his hands and a kit behind him, and finally another very tall man with a beard and a bass. The concern briefly melts away as you consider how impressive it is she knows the difference. In the bottom left corner is a black dog with very long legs and a big pink tongue sticking out, the dog was almost as tall as the first man but you're aware kids aren’t known for their skill with proportion.

No one had prepared you for this in teaching school, there was never a lecture about what to do if one of your kids does a mildly troubling family drawing of 4 men in leather jackets and a horse dog. You try to stutter a response to Annie, but no real words are leaving your mouth. Just a jumble of sounds, each one sounding more confused and stressed than the last.

You flash a look at her only to be met with a confused head tilt and sad eyes. Oh god. She thought you hated her drawing. Shit.

Time for damage control.

You make the decision then and there not to ask her about the details of her drawing, desperately trying not to make her cry.

Maybe you could go and see her mum in the playground? Yes, that's what you'll do. You'll walk her out, have a brief discussion with Mum, and make sure Annie knows her family isn't 4 men in a band and then leave her be. That sounds like the professional thing to do.

You take a deep breath and smile at Annie, and soon her downturned lips flashed that cheesy grin you knew so well. You tighten your hand on her shoulder and grab a pen, ready to help her any way she needs.

“Do you mean the word ‘guitar’ Annie?” she gives you an excited nod as you continue speaking, “Ah yes, that's a really hard word for even grown-ups to spell. Let's work it out together, hmm?”

With your mind racing you help her sound it out and label her drawing, even stopping to sharpen her black colouring pencil for her- there's a lot of black for young girls drawing but she's committed to an aesthetic, and part of you respects that.

On the walk back to the desk, you begin practising your speech in your head, trying to figure out how to ask why she’s drawing a band as her family without unknowingly offending mum. Maybe she just really likes music?

You run through your memories trying to think of her mentioning a band before, but nothing comes to mind, Annie doesn't even stay on track long enough to talk about her family. Always seeing something shiny and discussing that instead.

You flick your eyes to her one more time just to see her animatedly talking with another little girl on her table, her hands gesticulating wildly and her curls bouncing as she tells her story.

The sight calms you slightly, seeing the little girl you know so well acting exactly as she should be. You have the fleeting thought that you might be overreacting, but eventually, you collect the drawings to see Annie had dated her work “1975”. Yup, that discussion with her parents was definitely happening.

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The bell rings, and you manage to catch Annie just before she runs off into the playground without you, “Hi Annie! I have your drawing from today. Should we show it to mummy and daddy together?” her eyes light up as her curls bounce from her excited nods.

You walk hand in hand out onto the playground, crouching down you make eye contact with Annie before asking, “Can you point out your mum or dad Annie?”

She nods and begins scanning the playground. You stifle a laugh at the look of concentration on the young girl's face. Her nose is scrunched along with her eyebrows, one hand pulling at a curl by her ear and the other holding yours. Soon, you see her face brighten, and her eyes fill with joy.

“DADDY!!” is the scream that comes from the little girl as her hand shoots from her head to point to the corner of the playground, she starts dragging you before you even look up but as you do, you feel your heart drop.

As a student teacher, you'd definitely seen some hot dads, but they were still dads. Most were slightly creepy, partially balding, and talked about nothing but golf and their “annoying” wives. You were used to that kind of dad, not exactly this kind.

Standing nonchalantly in the corner of the playground was a tall man. A pile of salt and pepper curls sat on top of his head; untamed but effortlessly and obnoxiously cool. The white t-shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide the patchwork of tattoos that snaked up his arms. The low neck of the top even teased the top of his chest tattoo. Sunglasses sat on his face, they gave him an "I'm too cool" rocker vibe that, for some unknown reason, made you dizzy.

In one hand, he had a lit cigarette, something that was not allowed on school property, but the way his cheeks hollowed as he took a drag had you forgetting that rule completely. He dropped the butt of the cigarette to crush it with his heavy boots before taking a sip of the can of coke that was in his other hand.

As he noticed you coming over, a dazzling smile broke out on his face. You felt your knees weaken as you tried to brush off how hot he was.

You then realised you actually had to speak to this man. Fuck. You're not sure you even have a voice currently. If you opened your mouth, you're sure incoherent noises would come out, followed by wild hand motions trying to explain your insane behaviour.

The closer you got, the less you stared at him, feeling too intimidated to keep looking in his direction. This did mean you almost tripped 3 times, but you would rather fall than risk making eye contact with this intimidatingly attractive man.

Annie dropped your hand as you finally reached the man, and she jumped into his arms. He grunted at the force but soon began pressing kisses all over her face, smiling at her uncontrollable giggles.

Quickly, the man noticed your presence and stuck a hand out to introduce himself, “Hi! Sorry about that, you know what it's like when kids miss you. I’m Annie’s dad, Matty.”

And this is where a normal person would introduce themselves, stick their hand out, and shake Matty’s. Maybe even say their name and start talking, but oh no. Not you. You stood there motionless and just said “Matty” breathlessly to yourself 3 times over.

Time dragged on in the 10 seconds Matty stood there with his hand out. If you weren't aware of how time worked, you would swear you stood there in stilted silence for 10 minutes.

By some grace of god, little Annie Healy saved you and introduced you, “Daddy. This is Miss y/n. She wanted to come and show you my drawing."

Matty retracted his hand and pushed the sunglasses that sat on the bridge of his nose up to his mess of curls, just as wayward as his daughters. His deep brown eyes met yours as he tilted his head questioningly at your behaviour. His smile remained wide at you, his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, and you felt your heart stutter. A litany of inappropriate thoughts swirling through your mind.

He quickly diverted his attention back to his daughter, “Oh really munchkin? Is your drawing just that amazing? Is Miss y/n going to send it to all the museums?” he said whilst tickling her sides. You smiled at the pair of them watching Annie throw her head back with erratic laughter.

Finally, you manage to right yourself and begin speaking, “Right. Sorry about that, long day,” you explain, looking apologetically at Matty, who only nodded and tried to hide his widening smile at your flustered state.

“I'm just here to talk about Annie's drawing,” you pause briefly and look at Annie in her dad's arms. Not wanting to disappoint her, you form a plan in your mind. “Hey Annie, why don't you go practise some hopscotch! I'm just going to have a quick chat with your dad, okay?”

Before you’d even finished your sentence, Annie was wiggling out of her dad's arms and running off.

“She's got endless energy that one hasn't she?” you say wistfully, staring off in the direction she ran, watching her jump around and giggle with some of her friends.

“Ah like father like daughter, I suppose” Matty says, grinning at your clear love for his little girl. He feels his heart warm at your caring eyes. “So what seems to be the issue? I'm sure you're not over here because the Louvre has asked for Annie’s drawing?”

You laugh at Matty's joke, perhaps a little too hard. Nervous laughter was one of your less attractive traits, but you try to shake it off and have an actual adult conversation with Matty.

“Ah no, no phone calls from Paris yet,” you begin laughing lightly, you pull out Annie's drawing and pass it over to Matty and start to analyse his reaction as you finish speaking, “I was just coming over to ask why Annie's family portrait is seemingly a band? I wanted to make sure she knows her family isn't 4 tall men in leather jackets and a surprisingly tall horse dog.”

As you finish your sentence, Matty bursts out in hysterical laughter, folding over as his chortling laughter takes over his whole body. Your face scrunches up at his reaction, your eyebrows are pinched, and a small frown overtakes your features.

Eventually, Matty catches his breath and looks up at you only to realise how strange his reaction appears. His hand shoots up to your arm and begins to stroke it lightly as he attempts to explain himself.

Each featherlight stroke of his fingers made your breath hitch. You felt your eyes fogging over, and your ears felt as if they were stuffed with cotton wool, the surrounding sounds suddenly becoming muted.

A shake of your head brought you back to earth as you fought to focus on the words Matty was saying.

“Oh I'm so sorry, once you know the story you’ll understand my reaction” Matty began explaining with wide apologetic eyes, “basically Annie's mum isn't in the picture, it's just me and my 3 best friends,” he said smiling.

You lightly laugh and say, “Ah I'm assuming they are the man with the guitar, the one with the bass and the other with the drumsticks?” You finish with a teasing tilt of your head.

Matty's fingers encircle your wrist as that smile you've quickly grown to love appears on his face once again at your teasing.

“Yes those are the ones. You see we’re all in a band - hence all the instruments. I always tell Annie that Uncle George, Ross, and Adam are our family. So when you asked for a family drawing...”

“She drew her family!” You finish his sentence for him, staring at his hand and holding your wrist as you do. He quickly drops it, and you curse yourself for bringing it to his attention.

You wrap your arms around your stomach protectively in an attempt to hide your mounting embarrassment.

Matty smiles and starts to speak again, only to be interrupted by you, “Wait I understand that, but why did she date it ‘1975’?”

Somehow, Matty's smile grew again, “Our band is called the 1975. Weird, I know, but it comes from me being young and pretentious with a Jack Kerouac book.”

Before you could respond, Annie came bounding over and wrapped herself around her dad's leg, “Dadddd” she complained, pulling out the last letter to announce her annoyance to the world.

“Annieeee” Matty teased back in the same tone as her, picking her up as he did.

“Can we go home now? I want to see mayhem!!” she said, excitedly clapping her hands as she finished.

You shoot Matty a questioning look, and he quickly answers your silent query, “the horse dog” he says teasingly, parroting your earlier words back at you.

“Okay darling, let's get going then,” Matty says with a grunt, putting Annie down, grabbing her hand, and taking her backpack from her.

“Say bye to miss y/n Annie,” he says, smiling sweetly at you, but you can see the mischief brewing in his eyes.

His eyes keep your attention so long you almost miss Annie's sweet goodbye, “bye miss y/n! See you tomorrow! Can we talk about your sparkly clips tomorrow?” she asks with a tilt of her head.

“Of course, little miss Annie!” You say smiling at the young girl. You focus solely on her in an attempt not to get lost in her father's eyes again.

You watch them walk away but after a few steps they pause, Matty turns over his shoulder and waves with his free hand, “Bye miss y/n” he says with a teasing lilt to his voice and a flirty wink.

Before you can even process what just happened, he's strolling away casually, and all the mums in the playground are silently lusting after him.

A heavy breath leaves your chest as you start to watch him leave.

“Isn't he gorgeous” a voice behind you whispers, causing you to jump and let out a small scream. You hold a hand to your chest and look at your colleague with wild eyes.

“Oh my god, Amanda, please do not sneak up on me like that! I'm fragile” you say, now laughing at your ridiculous reaction.

“Sorry, sorry,” she begins giggling, “but isn't he just so hot? Annie was in my class last year, and I used to count down the days until parent’s evening! I mean, who wouldn't want to sit across a desk from a man who looks like that?” Amanda says, wiggling her eyebrows flirtatiously.

She begins to teasingly poke your sides at your awkward silence, and you quickly brush her off and straighten up, “Amanda! You can't talk like that about a parent!” You say, trying and failing to have any conviction in your voice.

“I can when the parent looks like that!” she says, smiling and watching Matty stroll away.

You huff at her behaviour and walk away, desperate to sit down and process what just happened.

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Your desk chair squeaks as you sit down behind your desk. You spin the chair and pick up a pen to begin marking some spelling tests from last week, but before long, you give up.

Staring off into space with endless thoughts poisoning your mind, only one thing can come out of your mouth.

“fuck."

#matty healy #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty x reader #matty healy x reader #the teacher reader obsession was too real #once again an obnoxious number of hashtags but we move #i hope you dont all hate this #unsurprisingly i do hate it <3 #teacher au!

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pearlprincess02 · 8 months ago

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listen to: ARIES EDITION

ARIES MOON

whitney houston - moon in 1st house, cardi b - moon in 1st house, tupac - unknown, rihanna - moon in 12th house (sext. mercury), selena gomez - moon in 9th house, céline dion - moon in 10th house (conj. mars), wiz khalifa - moon in 3rd house (opp. mercury), ross lynch - moon in 9th house (squ. mercury & mars), bryson tiller - moon in 4th house (tri. mercury), grimes - moon in 4th house, will.i.am - moon in 4th house, janet jackson - moon in 10th house, rosé (blackpink) - moon in 2nd house (opp. mars), pink - moon in 4th house (squ. mars), blackbear - moon in 12th house (sext. mars), meghan trainor - moon in 2nd house, perrie edwards - moon in 2nd house,

ARIES VENUS

mina (twice) - venus in 1st house (conj. sun & sext. neptune & tri. pluto), lady gaga - venus in 11th house, shakira - venus in 12th house, johnny cash - venus in 1st house, rihanna - venus in 12th house (conj. moon & squ. neptune), mariah carey - venus in 12th house (squ. moon), cha eun-woo (astro) - venus in 10th house (conj. sun & tri. pluto), lisa (blackpink) - venus in 9th house (conj. sun & tri. pluto), matty healy (the 1975) - venus in 12th house (conj. sun & sext. mars), leona lewis - venus in 4th house (conj. sun), pharrell williams - venus in 10th house (conj. sun), janet jackson - venus in 10th house (conj. moon), chorong (apink) - venus in 12th house (opp. moon), ava max - venus in 8th house (squ. moon & mars), ashe - venus in 12th house (sext. moon), bob marley - venus in 4th house (opp. neptune), tyler, the creator - venus in 9th house (squ. neptune & sext. mars), jackson wang (got7) - venus in 3rd house (squ. neptune), billie joe armstrong (green day) - venus in 3rd house (tri. neptune), madison beer - venus in 11th house (tri. pluto), kehlani - venus in 10th house (tri. pluto), tinashe - venus in 11th house, morgan wallen - venus in 4th house (tri. mars), victoria monét - venus in 9th house (tri. mars), hillary scott (lady a) - venus 3rd house (tri. mars),

MOON IN 1ST HOUSE

madonna - moon in virgo, michael jackson - moon in pisces, katy perry - moon in scorpio, whitney houston - moon in aries, cardi b - moon in aries, jay-z - moon in libra, avril lavigne - moon in scorpio, sza - moon in pisces, nelly furtado - moon in capricorn, matty healy (the 1975) - moon in taurus, chester bennington (linkin park) - moon in sagittarius, baekhyun (exo-k) - moon in gemini, billy idol - moon in gemini

VENUS IN 1ST HOUSE

beyoncé - venus in libra, zayn malik - venus in pisces, selena gomez - venus in leo, katy perry - venus in sagittarius, avril lavigne - venus in scorpio, halsey - venus in scorpio, doja cat - venus in scorpio, selena - venus in pisces, frank ocean - venus in scorpio, olivia rodrigo - venus in capricorn, sinéad o'connor - venus in sagittarius, johnny cash - venus in aries, saweetie - venus in taurus

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marthajonesurastar · 4 months ago

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now that Lestat has irl beef and broke the 4th wall, i want the amc mkt team to treat him like a real celeb. i want him on hot ones, chicken shop date, on vogue's 73 questions being an asshole, i need his ad house tour, on a genius vid explaining his lyrics, a tik tok account, all of it, i want fans to talk about him and Louis like swifties did about Matty Healy and Taylor. he needs to have beef with bts, i want CHAOS.

#interview with the vampire #amc interview with the vampire #iwtv #lestat de lioncourt

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kutpot · 27 days ago

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Matty feeding his Foggy to celebrate Born Again being released on March 4th. No matter what happens, I'm happy. Despite everything that's happened; I've lost friends, made friends, mourned Foggy a few times and fell alone all this journey... despite it all I'm happy. Tears of joy and all.

Welcome back Matty

#daredevil #foggy nelson #matt murdock #fanart #tumblr draw #mattfoggy #born again #too personal #doodle

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claraxbarton · 4 months ago

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23-24 NHL Season Recap: Jo and Nate

I dunno who needs or wants this, but I was doing some research for my outline and, well. If anyone wants or needs a full season recap of the Jo and Nate show, here you go:

September.

9-24 preseason against wild lose 3-4 none of the big guys play.

9-25 preseason against vgk 3-2 win. Jo 1a. Nate doesn’t play. AT HOME.

9-28 preseason against the wild. Lose 2-4. None of the big guys play.

October:

10-1 preseason game HOME vs Dal. win 4-3 OT. Jo 1a. Nate 1a.

10-3 preseason game IN DAL loss 1-3. Jo does nothing.

10-5 preseason against VGK. 3-4 loss. Jo 2a. Nate 1g.

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10-11:1st game of the season is in LA against the kings. Nate scores 1st goal, Jo gets assist. Jo also gets a penalty for holding.

10:-14 IN SJ. Avs win. Jo gets ANOTHER holding penalty.

10-17 win in SEA, nothing from Jo

10-19 HOME opener, against CHI, nothing from Jo again. (Nate gets a goal).

10-21 HOME against CAR, Jo -1; Nate another goal - and cross checking Penalty. SCRAPPY game:

10-24 IN NY against Islanders, another blowout, another nothing from Jo. Another goal for Nate

10-26 IN PIT. Lose 0-4. Sid scored the 4th goal. Nate had a penalty. Jo went -1 (Nate went -3).

10-29 IN BUF. Lose 0-4 AGAIN. Nathan got a 2 and A 10???!!! BUDDY WTF. MUST research. Jo -1.

Nate -2. OH DUDE. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jK31uHvabsc So Cale gets hit,

no penalty called, Nate loses his shit and says SOMETHING and gets the penalties.

November:

11-1: HOME against STL. Jo a healthy SCRATCH. They win 4-1. Nate gets 2As (so does Cale)

11-4 IN VGK. LOSE 0-7. Jo back in. Goes -3.

11-7 HOME vs NJ, win 6-3. Nate goal and assist. Jo nothing.

11-9 HOME vs SEA, lose 3-4. 3pt night for Nate. Jo scratched.

11-11 HOME vs STL. lose 2-8. Jo gets an assist. Nate is -2 on the night.

11-13 IN SEA win 5-1. Jo gets a goal - his 1st as an Av. 3pt night for Nate, including assist on Jo.

Also another Jo penalty for hooking.

11-15 HOME vs Ducks win 8-2. Jo penalty for holding. 2as for Nate

11-18 IN DAL 6-3 win. Jo penalty for high sticking. Nate penalty for holding. Jo -1, Nate +2

11-20 IN NASH 3-4 loss. 2pts for Nate. Jo has nothing.

11-22 HOME vs VAN. 5-2 win. 1g1a for Jo. 1a for Nate.

11-24 IN MIN 3-2 win. Jo penalty for tripping. 1a for Nate.

11-25 HOME vs CAL 3-1 win. Goal for jo assisted by Nate. Nate has a goal also.

11-27 HOME vs TB (former Jo team #1): 4-1 win. 2as for nate. Jo is +1 on the night.

11-30 IN ARI 3-4 OT Loss. 1G for nate. Nothing for Jo.

December

12-2 IN LA vs Ducks 3-4 SO loss. ALEX KILLORN ON DUCKS! He tied it up to SEND IT TO OT.

Jo 1st up in SO, no goal. Killorn next up, no goal. Then Nate no goal. Leo Carlsson goal

12-3 IN LA vs Kings 1-4 loss. 1a for Nate. -1 for Jo.

12-5 HOME vs Ducks 3-2 win. 3pt night for Nate. 2pt night for Jo. He assisted on Nate’s goal and LOCs

12-7 HOME vs Jets 2-4 loss. Nate 1g1a. Jo -3 on the night.

12-9 HOME vs PHIL 2-5 loss. Nate gets 1g BUT Nate also called for interference, PHI gets PS and

scores.

12-11 HOME vs CAL 6-5 win. 1g1a Nate. -1 Jo.

12-13 HOME vs BUF 5-1 win. Nate 2a Jo 1a.

12-16 IN WIN 2-6 loss. 1g Jo. both he and Nate -1.

12-17 HOME vs SJ 6-2 win. 2as Jo. 2g2a Nate plus a slashing penalty.

12-19 IN CHI 2-3 loss. 1a Jo, 1a Nate.

12-21 HOME vs OTT 6-4 win. Jo assists on Nate’s 1st Goal. Nate gets 4g1a.

12-23 HOME vs ARI 4-1 win. Nothing for Jo. 1a and high sticking for Nate.

12-27 IN ARI 4-5 loss. Jo 1g, Nate 1g1a.

12-29 IN STL 2-1 win. 1a Jo

12-31 HOME vs SJ 3-1 win. 2a Nate. hooking penalty Jo.

January

1-2 HOME vs NYI 5-4 OT win. Jo 1g1a. Nate 1g2a.

1-4 IN DAL 5-4 OT win. 2g for Jo. 2g1a for Nate.

1-6 HOME vs FLA 4-8 loss. 1g Jo, 1a Nateside note Matty had 1g3a and 4minutes for roughing.

1-8 HOME vs BOS 4-3 SO win. 1a for Nate. Jo was on ice 28 minutes. Only Nate, Cale, Mikko and

Toews for longer than him.

1-10 HOME vs VGK 3-0 win. 1a Jo. 1aNate

1-13 AT TOR 5-3 win. Jo 1g1a. Nate 1g1a This is the game they were down 0-3 end of the first and JO is the one to start the comeback. Nate gets the GW goal.

1-15 AT MONT 3-4 loss. 1a Jo. 1a Nate. 1ST game back against last former team.

1-16 AT OTT 7-4 win. Nate 1a. Jo -1.

1-18 AT BOS 2-5 loss. 1g Nate. Jo -2.

1-20 AT PHI 7-4 win. Jo slashing penalty. Jo 1a. Nate 2g2a

1-24 HOME cs CAPS 6-2 win. Jo high sticking. Jo 1a. Nate 4g1a. ANOTHER DICK TRICK

1-26 HOME vs Kings 5-1 win. Jo 1a. Nate 1g1a.

February

All Star. Sid wearing Nate’s hoodie

2-5 AT MSG/RAGS 1-2 loss. Nate 1g.

2-6 AT NJ 3-5 loss. Jo 2s. Nate -1 on night.

2-8 AT CAR. 2-5 loss. Jo tripping. Jo interference.

2-10 AT FLA 0-4 loss.

2-13 AT CAPS 6-3 win. Nate 2as and hooking penalty.

2-15 AT TB 3-6 loss. 1a jo. 2a Nate.

2-18 HOME vs ARI 4-3 win. 1a jo. 1g1a tripping for Nate.

2-20 HOME vs VAN 3-1 win. 1a Nate.

2-22 IN DET 1-2 loss. Nate 1g. Jo tripping TWICE

2-24 HOME vs TOR 3-4 loss. 3a Nate.

2-27 HOME vs DAL 5-1 win Jo 1a. Nate 1g1a.

2-29 AT CHI. 5-0 win. Jo 1a. Nate 1g1a.

March

3-2 AT NAS 1-5 loss. 1g Nate.

3-4 HOME vs CHI 5-0 win. Jo 1g1a. Nate 2g2a

3-6 HOME vs DET 7-2 win. Jo 1g1a. CALE HAT TRICK NIGHT. Nate goal 40 and 3a.

3-8 HOME vs MIN 2-1 win. 2a Nate.

3-12 AT CAL 6-2 win. Nate 1g1a.

3-13 AT VAN 4-3 OT win. JO OUT. Nate 1g1a.

3-16 AT EDM 3-2 win. Jo takes penalty shot and misses. Jo 1a. Nate 1a.

3-19 AT STL 4-3 win. 2a jo. 1a Nate.

3-22 HOME vs COL 6-1 win. 2a Jo. 1g1a Nate.

3-24 HOME vs PIT 5-4 OT WIN. THIS GAME. 1G3A for SID. 2G1A for JO- including the OT winner.

1g2a for Nate including on both of Jo’s goals.

3-26 HOME vs MTL 1-2 loss. 1g Nate.

3-28 HOME vs RAGS 2-3 SO loss. Nate interference.

4-30 HOME vs NASH 7-4 win. 1g1a Jo. 2g2a and interference for Nate.

April

4-1 AT COLUM 1-4 loss. Talk about April Fool’s Day…

4-4 AT MIN 5-2 win. Jo hooking. Jo 2g1a. 1g2a Nate.

4-5 AT EDM 2-6 loss. PERRY scores 1st goal of game. THEN JO SCORES, assist from Nate.

4-7 HOME vs DAL 4-7 loss. 1g Jo. 2a Nate.

4-9 HOME vs MIN 5-2 win. 3a for Jo 3g for NATE 1A

4-13 HOME vs win 0-7 LOSS. Nate hooking.

4-14 AT VGK 3-4 OT loss. Nate 1a.

4-18 HOME vs EDM. PERRY. Nate 1a. 2nd period JO gets the skate cut on his thigh. IS OUT

PLAYOFFS.

4-21 AT WIN. Jo still out. 6-7 loss. 1g Nate.

4-23 AT WIN. Jo still out. 5-2 win. 1a Nate.

4-26 HOME vs WIN. Jo still out. 6-2 win. 1g 1a Nate.

4-28 HOME vs WIN. Jo still out. 5-1 win. 2a Nate. (was this the fight game???with all the blood?)

4-30 AT WIN. Jo still out. 6-3 win. 2a Nate.

May

PLAYOFFS ROUND 2

5-7 AT DAL Jo still out. 4-3 OT Win. 1g1a Nate

5-9 AT DAL. Jo still out. 3-5 loss. Nate delay of game.

5-11 HOME Jo still out. 1-4 loss. 1a Nate.

5-13 HOME JO IS BACK. 1-5 Loss. Jo assists on the 1 AVS goal.

5-15 AT DAL 5-3 win. Tripping penalty jo. 1a Jo. 1g1a Nate.

5-17 HOME vs DAL 2-1 2OT loss. Jo 1a and 29 minutes played.

23-24 season: career high goals for mac, assists and points. Played all games.

23-24 season: career high points for Drou. Career high assists. Most games in a season at 79.

June

6-27: NHL awards in Vegas. Nate gets the Hart AND the Ted Lindsey. He says to media that Jo is his favorite teammate he has ever had.

July

July 1: Jo gets re-signed for 1year at 2.5mil.

#jonathan drouin #nathan mackinnon #23-24 nhl season #colorado avalanche #natejo #avs

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