#calgary flames imagine
WINNER, WINNER, CHICKEN DINNER ― matthew tkachuk
note: the win. i think i’m still on a high and they aren’t even a team i’m actively rooting for. also, this fic is part of the “matthew the family man” series, so check out this masterlist for more.
pair:matthew tkachuk x reader
summary: pre win and post win.
warnings: alcohol consumption, mild cursing
word count: 741 words
matthew was getting ready in the bathroom when jamie walked in, wearing his own little suit, “what’re you getting dressed up for?”
“going with you, daddy.” jamie answered.
matthew smiled, picking up max and setting him on the counter, and helping him tie his tie. you walked into the bathroom, wearing your special red playoff jean jacket.
“what happened to your speical jersey?” you asked.
“didn’t want to.” jamie shrugged, “wanted to match with daddy,” he smiled.
“oh.” you nodded, brushing his hair.
“i need help.” olivia announced, joining you in the bathroom.
“me too.” max, ever the mama’s boy, ran in after olivia and ran right into your legs.
“oof.” you grunted, “what do you need help with?”
“i can’t tie my shoes,” he admitted shyly.
“come on, let’s get shoes on you.” you smiled, picking him up and carrying him back out to his room.
“what do you need help with?” matthew asked, bending down to olivia’s height.
“mommy said she would help me with my hair.” olivia smiled.
“sadly, i can’t help you with that.”
the entire tkachuk family had flown in to see matthew play, whether that was at home or in dallas. it made life easier knowing that at any given point, all three tkachuk kids were either with their aunt, uncle or grandparents.
olivia was standing up close to the glass, trying to spot matthew. jamie was sitting in between chantel and keith while max was with you and taryn. brady was off somewhere being a menace.
“daddy!” olivia cheered, slapping her hands on the glass. that caught both max and jamie’s attention and they both shot up, eyes immediately glued on the ice.
matthew skated over, a few pucks in hand and he tossed three over the glass for your three kids, then tossed a few more to a few kids around you.
he turned his attention back to the three kids in front of him and waved. he blew them all kisses and told him he loved them. he blew you a kiss and sent you a wink, then skated back, blowing kisses to the rest of his family.
the stars were up by one but you were hopeful because it was only the second period. the puck went down into flames’ zone, then jacob hit it over to johnny who skated towards the net then passed it over to matthew who took his shot and made it.
the horn sounded and the crowd went wild. you were sure, out of everyone in the entire arena, that the tkachuk family was cheering the loudest.
by the end of the game, max was asleep. olivia and jamie were wide awake though, due to the giant soda uncle brady had given them halfway into the second period.
you waited for matthew to finish up media in the tunnel, “can we go find daddy?” olivia asked.
“daddy’s doing interviews,” you told her.
“where’s that?” jamie asked.
“over there.” you pointed. they looked over, then looked back over at you, silently asking to go in.
you thought about it, “i’ll take them.” chantel volunteered.
“don’t cause too much trouble,” you told them, and they instantly smiled, linking hands with their grandma and making their way into the media room.
matthew was mid-question when he heard them walk in. he instantly brightened up and motioned for them to come over. they looked over at chantel, who nodded, and they ran over, hugging their dad.
“hey, what’re you guys doing here?” he laughed, kissing their heads and letting them climb into his lap.
“are you almost done?” olivia asked, causing everyone else in the room to laugh.
“yeah liv. almost done.” he pressed another kiss to her head and got back to the interview.
“and one last question for olivia and jamie, are you guys excited that your dad made it to round one?”
“yeah.” they both nodded.
“thanks, guys.” matthew nodded, and let the kids hop off his lap and made his way out to the tunnel. he spotted the tkachuk clan almost as soon as he stepped out of the media room and made a beeline over to you, each hand linked with a child.
“there’s my superstar.” you grinned, leaning over the sleeping child and kissing him.
“you did great, dude.” brady patted him on the back.
“can we get ice cream?” jamie asked.
“maybe tomorrow. you’re a little past your bedtime.” olivia and jamie pouted.
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So this was lingering in my drafts from the last time I was here (maybe a year ago so whoopsies here ye go
“Oh you really got the mom car,” Noah teased rolling his bags up to your Cr-V.
“She’s a beauty huh?” you replied opening the back hatch.
“Are you gonna drive back?”
“Nope,” you giggled passing Noah the keys.
“What do you mean? You’re the one who lives here,” he sassed back taking the keys from you as he shut the back hatch.
“You’re the one who left me here,” you retorted sliding into the passenger seat.
Noah let out a small sigh through a smile as he opened the driver door. The trade to Calgary was strenuous on the two of you to say the least. You were still studying at NCSU and you couldn’t really uproot yourself and move up there with him like you wanted to. Although it was hard for you, you weren’t left completely alone as you still had the team to keep you busy. Noah took it harder than you. You were the one who kept him on track and forced him to have fun during the season and not stress as much. Every loss after the move you’d get a phone call just so he could hear your voice and the pep talk you always give him. You also kept the house intact for the most part and made sure his suits and stuff were ready for game day. By now, however, it was something you both jokingly threw out there to get what you wanted.
“Why is your seat so close?” he whispered adjusting it so he could slide in himself.
“I’m little you tree,” you laughed watching him wait for the seat to slide back.
“Like oompa loompa little.”
“So mean,” you smiled.
“I love you,” he smiled tilting his head for a kiss to which you obliged. His lips were soft as usual but this kiss was a little different than previous. Maybe because it’s one of the few you be had in a long time but there seemed to be more passion behind it.
“I love you too.”
“I love you three.”
“I love you four.”
“I love you more,” he finished smiling at you before placing another kiss on your lips.
“That was so cringey I love it,” you cackled.
“You know what else is cringey? These car decorations,” he taunted.
“They are not!” you yelled at him.
“Babe, the scrunchies, the sunglasses, the key chain, whatever this is,” he said picking up the random things you had sprawled around.
“You’re just a party pooper,” you whispered.
“But I’m your party pooper,” Noah winked as he pulled on the main road.
The ride home was something you both really needed. You spent a majority of the time catching up and enjoying the presence of each other. Noah was telling stories of his new group of teammates and can’t wait until off-season so you can grow closer with them just as he has. You had met them in some quick trips to see them play the Canes but never got to spend enough time to really learn each person. You told of the college life after he left and how the team has kept you company. School remained nearly the same but the Canes really adopted you in more to the family than you already were. Despite not having a significant other on the team, you were still invited to team functions and would sub in as Sebastian’s plus one.
Once Noah pulled up the driveway, for one, you’re hectic life fell back into place. It felt as though you had just snatched him from the airport after an abnormally long roadie and you were about to settle back at home awaiting the next game.
“Well, house still looks the same but,” Noah paused waiting for the counterbalance.
“The inside look amazing,” you reassured him but he wasn’t convinced.
“C'mon after the car I find that hard to believe,” he joked retrieving his bags and making his way to the front door.
Before you could make it all the way to the door, you heard the lock being opened and then the door swung open.
“Hi guys,” Aho beamed through the screen door. “Welcome home.”
“Why is he in the house?” Noah laughed opening the screen and engulfing his old teammate in a hug.
“He has the key for emergencies,” you sighed stressing the emergency part.
“I had to redecorate for Noah,” Sebs said innocently before greeting you with a hug as well.
“What did you change?” Noah said examining the house. “Looks the same as when I left.”
“You little jerk,” you laughed at Sebastian. He started to snicker himself leaving Noah lost.
“Cute huh?” he chuckled before sitting himself on the couch.
“What’s going on?” Noah questioned peeking around doors and walls to gain any clues.
“I had a bunch of your Calgary stuff up and he replaced it with the old Carolina stuff. Like that frame on the fireplace, that has last year’s picture had your Calgary one but,” you paused, took the frame popped off the backing, and took the picture closest to you out, “here it is.”
“Gotta put the best team up and around,” Sebastian nudged Noah and winked.
“Gotta ruin the Calgary pieces just because I’m coming eh?” Noah teased watching you place his current picture first.
“Nope,” you chimed in.
“Yeah, not really,” Aho agreed leaving Noah confused once again.
“I was doing some closet cleaning and I called him over to keep me company and take the bags of clothes out to the garage. Someone he got roped into sorting my clothes and I ended up taking the bags out,” you explained.
“Oh no,” your boyfriend muttered while Sebastian snickered to himself.
“So you know how I sort my stuff by types, so like all the Carolina stuff, pack gear, Flames, etcetera right? While I was taking bags down, he put my Calgary stuff in the spare bedroom closet and managed to sneak in more Canes gear in.”
“Whatta man,” Noah laughed shaking his head while you shook yours at Sebastian.
“So knowing that how does it feel to be back?” Sebs questioned smirking.
“Never felt better.”
