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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― andrei svechnikov

NOTE:here is my contribution to the met gala world. the outfit inspo is from this year’s theme (gilded glamour), so that’s the year we’re using (2022’s met gala). here is y/n’s outfitandthe hair. and here’s andrei’s (imagine the tie as the same color as the dress).

PAIR:andrei svechnikov x reader

SUMMARY: andrei goes to his first met gala.

WARNINGS:none really

WORD COUNT: 1142 words

(gif not mine)

With the amount of fake hair in your head, you felt like you were gonna fall over if the wind blew too hard, “If I fall over…”

“I’ll catch you.” Andrei laughed.

“It’s not funny. Do you know how much fake hair is in my head right now?” You told him.

“I’ll be right there.” He reassured, kissing your hand in fear of messing up the accessories adorning your head.

As you pulled up in front of the Met, your started wringing your hands nervously. Andrei noticed and reached over, putting his hand on top of yours.

“You’re gonna do great.” He kissed your hand again.

The door opened and Andrei got out first so he could help you out. An assistant who was with Celine, the brand that designed your dress, helped you as you got out of the limo, making sure the dress didn’t get caught in anything.

You smiled and waved to the cameras as they snapped at a rapid pace. You slowly made your way up the stairs and into the main eye of all the cameras.

Andrei stood by your side, arm around your waist as he smiled and posed for pictures. This wasn’t his first red carpet event, but it was his first Met Gala, and you knew he was secretly freaking out inside.

“You’re doing great, just a little bit longer, then we can go.” You reassured, running a hand up his back.

He smiled, kissing your head. He made his way up the stairs and stood at the top, waiting for you, out of the camera’s way. You posed for a few more pictures, before following Andrei and walking up the stairs.

He helped you up and you were led over to where Emma Chamberlin was stationed. You gasped when you saw her hair, “Look at you.”

“Look at you.” She gasped.

“Your hair.”

“I know. 7 hours.”

“I think if I dyed my hair again, it would fall out.” She laughed.

“Speaking of hair…”

“Yes.”

“How much of it is fake?”

“More than half.” You laughed, “No, but really. I was just telling Drei in the car, if I fall over, because it’s so heavy, if I fall over, you better catch me.”

“Is it really that heavy?”

“It’s like having a checked piece of luggage on your head.”

“I could never.”

“This is definitely the first and last time.”

“This isn’t your first Met is it?”

“This is my second, and honestly, I feel so out of place.” You laughed.

“Oh, me too.” She nodded immediately.

“Like, I saw Blake Lively arrive in the hotel and a few minutes before I got here, I heard Kacey Musgraves was here.”

“Um, I’m starstruck seeing you here.”

“I’m Starstruck standing next to you.”

“Oh, stop it.” She laughed, “So, tell me, who is this?”

“This is custom Celine. I was looking up pictures on Pinterest, because I’m a Pinterest girly, and I was showing the designer, Francois LeFleur my ideas, but he cut me off very quickly and showed me a few designs he drew when he first heard I was working with them.”

“What is this inspired by?”

“Well, I’m getting married this year.” You beamed proudly, “So, it was wedding-dress inspired. And I’m a big fan of My Fair Lady, so Francois sort of took that has inspired and ran with it.”

“And now, the fiancé is here.” You stepped aside so Andrei could stand next to you, “You look quite snazzy.”

“Thank you, you look beautiful too.” Andrei complimented.

“Thank you. So, tell me a bit more about this outfit.”

“This is also custom Celine.”

“Ooh, matchy.” She joked.

“Yeah, and I didn’t want anything too flashy because I’m not the star of the show here and I didn’t want to outshine Y/N, so we took inspiration from men in the gilded age.”

“Well, you guys look amazing, as always, and I can’t wait for the wedding.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, giving her a quick hug, “I’ll definitely find you in there.”

“Oh, me too.” She nodded, waving as you were led off into the museum. She turned back to the camera and stared, wide-eyed, “I didn’t want to outshine her.” She fanned herself, “I want that.”

-

“My next guest is taking the acting world by storm as Emelia LaRue in season 2 of Bridgerton, please welcome Y/N Y/L/N.” Drew Barrymore announced.

You walked out from behind the stage, waving to the crowd. When you saw Drew, you hugged her, “Oh, it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“I know!” You squealed, sitting down in the chair across from you, “I think this is one of the first in-person interviews I’ve done since before the world crashed.”

“Really? Well, I’m honored.” You smiled, “This isn’t your first in-person fancy event though, is it?”

“No.” You shook your head.

“You went to the Met just a few weeks ago.”

“Yes.”

“And can I just say, you looked amazing?”

“Thank you, thank you.” You smiled.

“And I watched the interview you did with Vouge, My Fair Lady?”

“My parents showed it to me at a young age, and since then, Audrey Hepburn has been one of my icons, both in fashion and in acting.”

“Love.” She nodded.

“So, I just knew I had to pay homage to that somehow.”

“You looked absolutely gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

“Can I ask about the wedding?”

“Yes.” You smiled shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear nervously.

“Do you guys have a date yet?”

“Sometime during hockey off-season.”

“Right, hockey.” She nodded.

“So, sometime in June or July?”

“And has planning started yet?”

“Honestly, I’m so scrambled with hockey and I have some upcoming projects, so I hired a wedding planner, and honestly, best decision I’ve ever made.”

“And one more quick thing before we go to break, can we talk about hockey?”

“Of course.” You nodded.

“Your fiancé, Andrei, his team is currently in the playoffs, right?”

“Yeah, the Canes are in the playoffs. Whoo!” You laughed.

“Go Canes!” Drew cheered.

“And I actually have a gift from the Canes for you.”

“For me?” She gasped.

“Yes.” You laughed. A backstage runner ran out and handed you the bag with the gift inside. You handed it to her and watched her open it.

She pulled back the tissue paper and passed out on the couch. She pulled the customized Barrymore Canes jersey out of the bag and gaped.

“Look at this.”

“Now you can fully support the Canes.”

“Thank you for this.” She hugged you, “I’ll wear this every game.” She looked at the red and black jersey in her hands, “I think we need to take a break. I’m not done losing my mind.” You laughed.

“All right, when we get back, we have a surprise of our own for Y/N. So, stay tuned.”

-

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