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equallyshaw · 2 years ago

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NO MORE SACRIFICES; MATTHEW TKACHUK.

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hope you all enjoy :)

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third pov:

The lights dimmed, as she made her way to center stage. Her pointe shoes tapping on the floor of the royal ballet stage in london. Her last and final turn on this stage was going to be bittersweet. She was finally retiring as lead ballerina there, but excited to lead a life away from the stage.

Your pov:

I had spent the last 12 years of my life away from my friends and family, back home in Chicago. I had come to the Royal Ballet School when I was 13 years old, and now I was about to turn 25. I had left my friends and family in the rearview mirror, so I could chase my dreams. It was more than difficult to say the least. I especially had a hard time leaving the closest family friends ever: the Tkachuks. I had grown up with them in the summer times and when they would take trips to Chicago, and us to St.Louis. Which more often than not, included ballet competitions and intensives mixed in. At the prime age of 8, I was told by many top instructors at the Joffery Ballet Academy in Chicago that I had what it took to become a professional ballerina. If I sacrificed. Then when I was 10, I moved to NYC to go to the premier Joffery Academy, a step up from the Chicago one. Sacrificing half my year away from my parents. After that when I was 12, I had recieved an invitaiton to audtion for the Royal Ballet Academy in London, that is run by Queen ELizabeth herself. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I remember it vividly. My family and I were at our summer lake house in St Louis, that is right down the lake from the Tkachuks summer residence. I remember to this day, the moment my dad had handed my the letter. It seemed magical, the gold lettering transcribed with my full name on the front. Y/F/N, Y/M/N and Y/L/N. It was a bittersweet moment becuase then I would have to leave the U.S- fulltime. It wouldn't be like international competitions where I would go for a month and then come back. That I had routinely done, for the past few years.

It meant that I would be leaving my family, and the Tkachuks who again- were like family. I would also be leaving my best friend in the whole entire world- and simply, a pain in the ass: Matthew Tkachuk. He was so happy for me, but I saw the sad glint in his eyes of the future. I wouldn't be back for a long time, my parents were also ready to move there only daughter and there family to London full time if it meant that I could get ahead. That's what we did. So now, you see me as the Chicago transplant in the sometimes sunny but mostly gloomy, London. I even dawned a bit of a accent, if you asked my family back home.

It had been six years since I last saw Matthew and his family, when they took a trip to Scotland, where we met up with them. Matthew had just been drafted to the NHL, days beforehand and I had just turned 19. I had just made my debut solo, which also ended in a brief injury and so I was miraculously able to see them. It was like the ballet gods were giving me a moment, "you have this one time and then its back to hell." I loved ballet but it took so many oppurtunities to spend times with loved ones back home. As well as the grueling demands on a ballerina, the injuries and roadblocks it had. After I left home with my parents, I was never able to travel back to Chicago with them. The only time I had made it overseas was to NYC for a intensive that I was fortunate to run with the Royal Ballet School and had just barely scraped ten minutes to see Matthew, a year after they visited Scotland. However, we never did meet. I was thrown back onto a plane, before I could text him what was happening.

Our mom's would always joke that we were twos peas in a pod, destined for one another. One half of the coin. Yet, after I left that wasn't to be anymore. We were so close, it hurt (annoyed Brady) everybody around us to see what we were going through at the start of puberty. Yes, you can laugh. We were big babies, and it was a hard adjustment. More so him, but anywho. I stopped hearing about him after the Scotland trip which was more than okay. Our parents stayed in contact, but I continued on with Ballet and on the side, University. Thankfully, I did graduate last year with a degree in International Relations from the Univeristy College of London, after 5 years of balancing professional ballet and my studys. I always knew though, that I would want something that I could take with me wherever I go. That no matter where I ended up after I was done dancing, I could make a comfortable living. It also helped that I knew two other languages besides English, so the degree was going to be useful. After Scotland, besides us trying to see one another in NYC, I hadn't heard much after that. My parents stopped telling me about the family, which I was confused at first but again, paid no attention to it. I didn't have the time and could not afford to be bothered with it. The year after the Scotland trip, my parents made the hard decision of moving back to Chicago. It was time, and I supported them whole heartedly. It had been difficult to uproot us, but it was a choice that, so paid off. Yet, now they were surrounded by there family, friends and the Tkachuks who were in a catergory of there own and who had welcomed them back home with open arms.

It was last month when my mom and I had one of our weekly chats that she spilled the beans that the Tkachuks were coming with them to see my perform one last time. And I mean all of them. We had the pain in the ass Matthew, annoying but sweet younger brother Brady and the princess of them all- Taryn. Though, im sure now she hated the nickname, but loved it as a kid. My parents were in St.Louis when I made the call around 4 pm my time and 10 am there time. I had just gotten done with rehearsel for my last show:The Swan Lake, my first and only time I'd be performing as the Swan Princess, Odette. It was more grueling than the others I had done since I turned proffessional and that was because, it was simply The Swan Lake. No beating around the bush, on this one. I could not only let down my cast, but the public as well. I had a legacy to continue, and uphold. My parents saw how tired I was, but I brushed them off and told them that this was the last sacrifices I had to make. That I no longer would be apart from them, as well as my other family. I even joked that the first thing I would do was visit them in St.Louis, but I was not sure if I would even be accepted by our friends there. The Tkachuks and others, at this point. I had been away to long, and had change so much. I didn't even know what anybody sounded like anymore or what they did besides play hockey. I had no meaning in there lives anymore, which made me sad but I had accepted it years ago when I first began to sacrifice things in my young life. Yet, this was the final stretch. The final sacrifice I'd hope to ever make in my life, again.

Third POV:

It was a rainy evening on this August night, typical weather here in London. However despite the weather, the Tkachuks and the dancer's family were in high spirits. This would be the first time, the Tkachuks had seen the girl in over six years. They were excited to see her but nervous. Her life had changed over the years, in addition to Matt's and Brady's. Matthew in particular, was nervous that she wouldn't like him. Even as a friend. He was on pins and needles the whole day, pacing and absent mindly shaking his leg when sitting. The dancer was meant to meet up with her family and them for breakfast, but she had a last minute meeting with the Royal Ballet, so she had to have a rain check. She'd have plenty more oppurtunties, to have breakfast with them back home. Not seeing her like he was supposed to, made Matthew a little annoyed. Again, something came up but atleast this time he found out as soon as she did. There was no 15 hour stretch of waiting. No, Matthew did not wait 15 hours at the coffee shop but he waited 15 hours that included a game + a plane ride back with a annoying Jonny. Atleast this time, he knew when he'd see her again.

The two family's made there way towards the theater, taking in the lined street lining the front and back of the opera house, transporting you back to another time. Matthew saw the hussle and bussle of London and imagined her life here these past 13 years. He imagined the early morning and late night rehearsels that ran into the wee hours of the night. He imagined the late night food runs, the parties she hit up when her university and dance schedule allowed it. He even imagined her going on dates, receiving flowers and spending the night with somebody that was not him. Call it unrequited love, but he didn't care. Call him a hopeless romantic, but even as at a young age when his mom's would say they would be perfect together when they were older and they'd both fake gag and say they both had cooties- he had liked her then and had grown even more attached through late night youtube deep dives of her interviews, instagram, his mom's facebook and performance's he'd catch online at all hours. Matthew had never stopped following her life. She had though, and Matthew knew that once she went radio silet six years ago- he was afraid that they would never see one another again. Never speak again. However, as the hockey gods would have it- a trip to London to see her officially retire was granted. He thanked whoever said he could have a un beatable off season moment and ran with it.

"God, this is gorgeous." Chantal Tkachuk stated as they walked in. The dancer's mother nodded, "One of the most prestigious opera and ballet houses in the world." responded. "She's one lucky girl, to be here and do what she has done." Keith Tkachuk responded and her dad agreed. "Who would of though we'd all be here, huh? Still doesn't get old." He commented. It was gorgeous, Matthew thought. She was in heaven all these years, performing at the best place in the world for Ballet. This was where she belonged, even after all the sacrifrices she made that hurt the boy. "Our seats our this way." The dancer's father said, pointing up the starewell that led to the boxes. The dancer's family had been awarded there typical box that they got when they lived in London. The dancer would know to look up there, when the time came. She always did.

The dancer behind stage, stretched and turned and did side tilts. Loosening up her body, that had been beat down over the year. She was happy this was her final trip on the stage but was sad, that it was actually coming to a close. She had originally agreed to perform until she was 30, but after 13 years she had had enough in London. Her body had had enough. Now with a degree, she had a way out. A way out of the sacrifices she had made, to achieve her dream. Her new dream now was to leave happy and satisfied. Her parents and the Tkachuks saw the lights flashing, which meant that it was almost time for the performance to begin. Matthew looked around, taking in the grand theater that would never been built in the U.S. It was to grand, too much history and elegance filled the theater. Hell, the cobblestones should have been a sign. "Its time." The dancers mother said grabbing ahold of her husbands hand, and they shared a brief look. One of love, sadness, grief and a breath of relief. There girl was finally coming home after many years, but not without one last grand performance.

Her nerves grew as she came on to perform, Pas De Trois- her opening duet with a male partner. Her moves, turns and leaps were all graceful. She moved fluidly throughout the duet, drawing in the Tkachuks with move after move. The first duet ended, in enormous clapping and whistles. This is what they had been missing out all these years, Matthew thought. He was hooked, he could not get enough. "I cant believe thats Bun Head in the flesh." Brady mused to Matthew, using a old nickname they had for the girl. Intermission came and went, the families ready to see what was next.

The dancer waited behind the curtain for the final call, her final turn and leap with her partner. She spun out onto the stage, falling into the arms of Prince Siegfried. He spun her around, showcasing her pointed legs and feet before setting her back on the ground, to help her spin. Matthew shifted to leaning on his knees, watching the dancer perform the final duet-- a duet between the good and evil. The dancer ran into the arms of the evil and stretched her body as far as she possibly could as the dancer raised her over his arms. As soon as she was put back onto the ground, the music tempo picked up, the lights began to darken and ligthen up every few seconds. The music ended, and she was now off the stage about to begin her final solo. Her dance partner and friend Eric, gave her a big hug. Letting her know that he had enjoyed dancing with her this season, and that she was going to rock it.

She hummed as the music began before walking back out to the stage. She took the music and ran with it, she immersed herself into the final song of her career. Taking the audience on a journey, and one that ultimelty led to her character dying. She spun once more, landing her signature 12 pirorette's before gracefully falling to the floor before covering her leg and then it was over. She stayed in the position for about five seconds, before turning over onto her side and standing up. The darkness of the stage, engulfed her and allowed to trot offstage. The Tkachuks and the rest of the crowd, stood on there feet to applaud the dancer on her solo. She had gratfeful tears pool at her eyes as she was engulfed in many arms as they enclosed around her. She had did it, she had moved the last piece in the puzzle.

The crowd's applause grew louder and louder, as the dancers came out.Eric, the prince had recieved the loudest of the night so far as he came out. The ballerine took in a big breath, before trotting out herself behind the dancers and took her place in the middle of them for a brief second before moving her way up to center stage. She beamed a grateful and sad smiled, as she bowed. She looked up at her parents box, and saw the tears they were wiping away in between clapping. She saw the young princess who had a fiery side to her. She saw the younger brother who had made her and Matthew's life hell for so many years. She saw the two people she saw as an extension of her parents, providing many hugs and advice when she was younger. And then her eyes fell on the curly brunette who had always been an ass to her, but somehow she loved him even more because of it. Her crush never wavering all these years. She gave them a big smile, and returned to the crowd. The audience threw single roses on the stage, as Eric walked out with a bouquet of peonies and roses, her two favorites. Eric took her in his side and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The dancer erupted into tears as she pulled him in for a full on hug. After parting, she looked back towards the wings and saw the directors coming out. They smiled at the young dancer, before hugging her. "We would like to thank y/f/n, y/m/n and y/l/n for all her years here at the Royal Ballet. She has been with us for 13 wonderful years. Through many sacrifices, injuries and setbacks she has taken her final leap here on this stage tonight. Join us in giving her one last applause, for Miss Y/L/N." John the main director said into the microphone. The dancer looked out towards the crowd once more, and took one last deep bow. Her sacrificing was now over.

Matthew and the rest of the family waited back stage, for the dancer to finish saying goodbye to the cast and crew. Matthew hopped on his feet, nervous as ever. Brady couldn't help but laugh, and Taryn couldn't help but gush over the ever in love boy. The dance stepped out of wings and made her way to where her parents were. As soon as she saw them, she took off into a jog. They wrapped in a big hug, with some tears coming from the parents eyes. They parted, and showed her the peonies they had picked up for her and she smiled and thanked them. She then looked past them and saw keith and Chantal. She beamed at the two going in for a hug from Chantal first, "You were beautiful. Exquisite." She exclaimed and the dancer thanked her. She moved towards keith and he wrapped her in a fatherly hug that she had missed, "You were a rockstar, out there kid." he beamed and she giggled and thanked him. She moved towards Taryn and smiled widely, "I havent seen you since you were this high." The dancer joked and pointed to how short she was before. "And you, the most annoying prankestor." The dancer said moving onto Brady who rolled his eyes. "You're just jealous, that you couldn't one up me." He mused causing the group to laugh. She moved out of his arms and looked towards the curly hair boy, she had missed so much. "And the best partner in hockey would of had to have been you." She mused and he chuckled as she moved in to hug him. It was just as she remembered. But now older, stronger and more intimate. She moved out of his arms, much to quick to both there dismays. She beamed at the group, "I have one last look at my dressing room and the stage and then we can feast!" She said joyfully and they all nodded, telling her to take her time. They'd be here for as long as she needed to be.

She took a second to glance up at Matthew as the rest of the group began to chat with eachother and John the director who went to greet her parents. "Do you wanna come with me?" she asked the hockey player and he nodded before following after her. "This was my nook for so many years." she said as they walked into the room. He took in the pictures, nick nacks and flowers that dawned the room. The hard wood creaked under there feet as they moved in. He took in all the pictures that lined the wall and saw one that was familiar, "I haven't seen this one in years." He commented on one that they both were in, back when they celebrated Easter together as a family. They had chocolate smeared on there faces with her childhood room in the background. "Yeah..I could never part with that one. Or this one." She said pulling off another picture from the wall. "Oh I rememember this one! You won that day, though I may have let you won." he joked causing her to roll her eyes. It was them on the ice together in St.Louis during the Christmas holiday. They had gone on the backyard ice, Matthews dad had made, and shot pucks on one another with Brady and Keith. "This was right before I left actually, for the Spring semester." She stated and Matthew nodded as she moved into his side a little closer than he would have thought she would be. She didn't realize how close she was until she felt an arm around her lower back, pulling her in closer. She smiled softly, before looking at some other pictures on the wall in front of them. "This was my first day at the academy, where I surprisingly fit in. I thought me being American would have made people not like me. But I wasn't alone, I had two other dancers from the states to keep me company. And this one, it was my senior performance. My first solo here. I think if I wanted to, I could perform that with my eyes closed." She mused. "I'm sure you could." he responded, feeling her giggle throughout his body. He looked down at her, smiling like an idiot. She looked back up at met his eyes, and blushed like an idiot.

"I missed you a lot." He softly said and she was taken back. "Oh, uh yeah me too." She said genuninly. "It definitly got lonely over on this side of the pond." She mused and he smiled back. "You and your british lingo. Im not sure if I like it." he chuckled. "Oh, then you probably don't like my accent." she responded and he shook his head. "No, I do like it. I think it's cute." he confessed and she gave him a small smile. "Well, I think your accent is cute too. It's a change from what i've been hearing all these years." She joked causing him to now blush. "How about when you come back to Chicago, we get that coffee that we were supposed to get?" He mused as she moved away from him to collect the rest of her items. She turned around and smiled, "I'd like that very much Matthew, nothing more to sacrifice." She smiled. He moved closer to her, her nerves growing more and more. "Would it be wrong if I kissed you?" He asked and that threw her off guard before nodding yes. "I thought you'd never do it." She said before he cupped her cheeks and kissed her.

Something, they both had waited for all these years.

Finally, she no longer had to sacrifice her life for her dream. She now could (eventually) reside in sunny Miami with the curly haired boy who had stolen her heart many summers ago.

@yourusername: from my debut to swan lake, miss bunhead has taken her final bow. Thankyou @royalballet for everything these past 13 years, I am not more than ready to spread my wings and return to the motherland. Can't wait for this new journey!!!

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@bradytkachuk: great, now youll be even closer to me. i prefer an ocean between us.

@yourusername: deal with it bud !

@taryntkachuk: go away dude

@taryntkachuk: super excited to have you home!

@yourusername: i cant wait to spend all my time with you!!

@matthewtkachuk: what about me? ive missed u too bunhead :(

@yourusernamed: haha yes, ill have more than enough time for all. besides lady

@taryntkachuk: haha love that nickname

@matthewtkachuk: hahah lady brady

@bradytkachuk: hate you all

@matthewtkachuk: congratulations on your retirment you old lady! gratfeul I got to watch you one last time...definatly a change from when you were 10.

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@yourusername: aweeee matthew! you sap

@taryntkachuk: sappy matty

@bradytkachuk: i like that name

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>@yourusername

: lol

@bradytckachuk: somebody cried

@taryntkachuk: not me!

@yourusername: mattty the sap cried? that makes me love him even more lol

↳@matthewtkachuk: omg stop lol

@randomuser: i wonder if they are dating?

@randomuser2: aweeee matt sounds sweet

@randomuser3: shes a badass

@randomuser4: she seems sweet, i hope they are dating

@yourusername: lol people, we are just childhood friends! that is all

@bradytkachuk: childhood sweethearts** @taryntkachuk: ****

@randomuser5: lol even they know whats up

@yourusername: bud bud lets not

@matthewtkachuk: yeah bud lets not @bradytkachuk: just waiting for the moment you two announce it;)

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drabblemesilly · 8 years ago

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Matthew Tkachuk #5

Requested by Anon(s):

1. More matthew tkachuk I beg of youuuu. Maybe it could be about giving him concert tickets for his birthday? Your last of him was absolutely fantastic [Thank you so so much!! I hope you like this one. I’m not sure if this is the one you wanted but I hope you still enjoy!:)]

2. Could yo do a matt tkachuk one where you surprise him for his birthday? [Here it is!! Enjoy!!:)]

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The cake looked like it was a love child of a red brick and mud. Needless to say, your first foray into birthday cake making has been a bust. At least you can cook a mean spaghetti and meatballs, if it really comes down to party food. Or tacos – but those are still to be judged.

The cake, though. Ugh, it’s taking all of your self-control not to smash your face in it and wallow in self-pity. He’s going to be home in a few minutes and you have nothing to show him for his birthday because you went in over your head. Damn it, you should have just reserved a table at your favorite restaurant like he told you and not try your hand at this surprise birthday dinner thing.

The front door opened and closed and you managed a steady breath – and not shove the cake into the garbage bin – before you heard Matthew’s voice echo throughout your house.

“Babe,” he yelled from the foyer, “are you ready? Let me just change, okay?” you heard him go up the stairs and into your room.

You looked at the romantic setup you did on the patio and let out a resigned sigh. Your food can taste as bad as you think it will but at least the patio looks like it was taken out of a Pinterest board so that’s definitely a yay.

Mattew called from the room and you assumed that he just read the note you left on the bed, along with a new game day suit you had tailored for him. You can still recite the note from memory, “wear this suit like it’s a Flames versus Oilers game and come down to the patio. Your gift is waiting. ;)”

Running your hand on the invisible creases on your dress, you took the plates of salad – appetizers because your foolish self thought you can serve a four course dinner – and placed them on the table at the backyard.

Then you downed a glass of wine, just because.

Fuuuuck. Why are you even nervous? Your hands are clammy like you’re some seventh grader going to her first school dance. You’re also breathing heavily like you just got locked up in a closet with your all-time crush.

This is just dinner. With your boyfriend. Not the president of the United States of America.

You’ve smelled his farts and popped his backne. You’ll be fine.

Stop acting like this is the first time he’ll taste your cooking because if he can survive the disaster that was your all-beef burger, he can survive your cake apocalypse.

You heard footsteps descend the stairs and you just about vomited all over the carpet.

Is it too late to call your mom?

Maybe you can just get takeout? Indian food sounds amazing right now.

Finally, the broad-shouldered hockey softie rounded the corner, wearing his new suit with his hair combed to perfection.

He stopped and almost backtracked when he saw you, a smirk automatically forming on his lips, “I mean, if you’re the gift then yes,” he chuckled, walking slowly over to you, “I’ll take it,” he whispered, stopping a feet or two away. He raised his hand and cupped your cheek, “wow,” he said in a gently voice, “you look beautiful.”

You managed a small smile, casting some of the worries aside, “happy birthday, Mat-mat.”

He nodded once, “happy birthday indeed,” he said before kissing you swiftly.

When he finally pulled back, you stepped aside and waited until he noticed the open doors that led to your back porch. He stared at your backyard for a few beats before looking back at you.

Before he can even say something, you stood behind him and started pushing him forward and outside, “now I know when you told me to surprise you, you were referring to the restaurant reservations,” you said hurriedly, “but I had this crazy idea of doing a romantic dinner at home,” you sniggered awkwardly, “what I lack in cooking skills, I made up with my decorating skills, I promise,” you laughed.

You stopped just outside and stood beside him, looking out at the strung fairy lights, the wooden table and chairs, the flowers you managed to pick up this afternoon. Hell, you even did an arc thing. This is straight up an Anthropologie catalogue pictorial shit and you’re damn proud of yourself.

You looked up at Matt to gauge his reaction, “I don’t know if your lack of reaction is a good thing or a bad thing,” you chuckled.

Looking down at you, you realized that your boyfriend – the guy who’s been logging penalty minutes like they’re minutes on ice – had tears in his eyes, “you did this for me?”

You nodded, “I wouldn’t do it for anyone else,” you told him, “don’t be fooled though, the cake looks like it was made by a baby.”

“I’ll eat it,” he said with a definite tone.

“The steak may also be as hard as a rock.”

“Probably the best steak I will ever have in my entire life.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you laughed.

Mattie’s expressions softened, his gaze fixed on you, before pulling you into him, hugging you close. You felt him kiss the top of your head before leaning down to kiss your nose. Leaning even farther, kissing you on the lips tenderly, “I love you.”

You stood on your tiptoes and gave him another kiss, “say that again after the cake.”

Matt shook his head, “still probably would.”

“I love you too,” you chuckled, “you’re amazing and you deserve everything, Mattie. Happy birthday.”

He chuckled, “best birthday ever.”

“Uh, uh, uh,” you laughed, pointing to his side of the table, “it’s not even the best part yet.”

“Is the cake the best part?” he sniggered.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled him to the table and waited as he picked the passes that you tucked under the plate earlier.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” he mumbled as he read and reread the passes, “you got me tickets?” he asked, a look of awe on his face.

You shrugged, “I may or may not have called and stalked people for those,” you told him with a snort. You tapped the tickets with your finger, “VIP because you’re the VIP of my heart,” you winked, “I know you wanted to go to your favorite band’s show in Edmonton but you couldn’t get tickets so I looked for them for you.”

He grinned, “I love you.”

“I know,” you cackled, “I love you too.”

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