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One Big Charade ~ Matthew Tkachuk

Summary: Brady Tkachuk had been one of you best friends for most of your life. Matthew Tkachuk had always been the older brother of your best friend who you loved to pester. But sometime throughout the years the genuine pestering began to blur with flirtatious teasing with Matt, though you seemed to be one of the only ones who didn’t realize it.

Word Count: ~6,400

Warnings: Drinking

A/N: Thank you to @tkachukz for the request and suggestions for this one. I made a couple little changes but I really hope you enjoy it!

You lived across the street from the Tkachuk family growing up, which was lucky for you because your mom often worked long hours and you were pawned off on any neighbours willing to take you in for the afternoon. Even luckier, you were the same age as Brady Tkachuk, who quickly became one of your closest friends growing up.

Your after school routine usually included the Tkachuk house, or their backyard, or the park down the road. But it almost always included Brady.

But spending that much time in the Tkachuk home meant you also spent a lot of time with -or, more accurately, around- Matthew. Matthew made his distaste for your presence known from a very young age. Not only were you the same age as his annoying younger brother, you were also a girl. At that age nothing could possibly seem worse.

But you found Matthew’s annoyance rather amusing as a kid. You found little ways to get under his skin, pestering him relentlessly. Brady seemed to find it just as fun, the two of you giggling maniacally as you found new ways to annoy Matt.

Half your pictures from your childhood included Brady and many of them Matt too, though those were clearly the result of parental intervention, ushering you all into the same frame.

You would help Brady with his homework, you went to all his hockey games. He made you laugh till your stomach hurt, he taught you how to skate. He was the one who convinced you to bike down a steep hill in the forest and he was also the one who brushed the dirt out of the scrapes on your hands when you crashed. He was the brother you never had and he made your childhood much less lonely.

As you got older you didn’t need anyone to look after you after school but that didn’t stop you from spending most of your free time with Brady at his house. Over the course of your childhood you were almost certain you had more dinners at the Tkachuk house than you had at your own house.

You remained close after graduation, through your years in university and his first few years in the NHL. You texted and called and visited whenever you could, taking advantage of holidays when you both came home and summers when you both were home for months at a time.

Brady’s engagement came as no surprise to you. You knew about it long before it happened, being the one he ran every plan past before going through with it. Over the years you had also grown close with his girlfriend, well enough that you could help Brady put the engagement together in a way you knew she would want.

The years had flown by so fast. Before you knew it was the night before you were flying out to Hawaii for the wedding. You were going to be a bridesmaid and you were overjoyed to be a part of such a special moment in the life of your closest friend.

You’re sitting with the wedding party on a patio the night before the flight to Hawaii sipping a glass of sangria. The sun was beginning to set, the cool breeze was refreshing against your skin. The flight was less than 24 hours away and you were starting to feel excited energy radiating from everyone involved.

Just as Brady says something that makes you laugh you notice another person approaching the table. Turning your head you look up, watching Matthew pull the chair beside you out from under the table, flopping down onto it. “Sorry I’m late,” he announces.

“All good,” Brady tells him, handing him the drink menu. “How was the flight?”

“Not bad, delayed, but it was fine,” he replies, eyes focused on the menu in front of him.

“Hey, Matt, nice to see you too,” you joke, watching him look up from the menu.

“Sorry, yeah, hey, how’re you doing?” he asks, leaning back in his chair, angling himself to face you.

“I’m doing pretty well,” you tell him with a playful smirk. “How’s Miami been?”

Matthew shrugs, “it’s been good.” You watch a little smirk cross Matt’s face and you narrow your eyes at him. “I see that you finally graduated.”

“Finally?” you scoff, shaking your head. “It took me one extra year, I had a job the whole time too.”

Matthew is chuckling at your defensiveness, picking up his drink menu again. “I need a drink.”

“Cause I’m so annoying to you?” you laugh, picking up your own drink and taking a sip. “The sangria is good.”

Matt turns his head, staring at you through narrowed eyes. “In what world do you think I would order…that?” he questions, gesturing to your glass.

Giggling you reach over, roughing up his hair. “Aww, I forgot, your masculinity is too fragile to hold a wine glass.”

Matt swats your hand away, shaking his head. “You’re still very annoying,” he grumbles, closing the drink menu after making a choice.

After a few more drinks the conversation circles back to the upcoming week. Everything from when you would arrive at the airport tomorrow to what time you would be back at the airport for the flight home was discussed that night. By the time the night was over you were quite a few glasses of sangria deep, pulling your phone out to get an Uber back to your house. Everyone but you and Matthew had already parted ways, heading home for the night.

“I’m staying at my parent’s house,” Matthew tells you, standing beside you on the sidewalk, looking down at your phone over your shoulder.

“Cool,” you comment, not knowing exactly what that was supposed to mean.

Matthew reaches over your shoulder, taking your phone out of your hand. “Just Uber back with me, don’t be weird.”

Rolling your eyes you snatch your phone back. “I’m not being weird, you’re being weird.”

Matthew chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re drunk.”

“Maybe a little,” you concur, leaning against him.

A second later Matt steps away, letting you stumble slightly before catching you, laughing loudly.

“You’re so mean,” you tell him, pushing his hands off your arms. Even though it was mean it also felt like home, falling back into the same patterns you had growing up. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, dummy,” Matt replies, needing to add some sort of insult to the sentiment.

The night goes by too fast for your liking as you pull yourself out of bed at 5am. Even once you’ve made it to the airport you’re still barely awake, on autopilot through security. By the time you were in Hawaii your mood flipped entirely, you were ready for everything and anything. The next couple days are filled with wedding prep, relaxing on the beach, and enjoying plenty of drinks.

You’re sitting on a plush, white wicker sofa overlooking the ocean on the patio of the lounge Brady had reserved for wedding guests. It was the night before the wedding and everyone was mingling amongst the excited energy. You feel the sofa cushions sink and you look over, seeing Matt sitting next to you.

“How’s it going?” Matt ask, lifting his arm over the back of the sofa.

“Good,” you hum, shifting sideways to face him. “How’re you feeling? Your younger brother is getting married and you’re here single,” you tease.

“You’re single too,” Matt points out.

Shrugging you take a sip of your wine, glancing out at the ocean. “You’ve got two years on me, you never know, in two years I could be getting married.”

“No chance,” Matt chuckles.

Scoffing you extend your leg, playfully kicking his shin. “Don’t be such a jerk.”

“I’m not, you’ve had so many boyfriends and they never last longer than what, four month, before you’re dumping them?”

“I just haven’t met the right one yet.”

“Why haven’t you stayed with any of them?” Matt asks, his tone suddenly serious.

Shrugging you twirl your glass around in your fingers. “I don’t know, it just didn’t feel…right. Why haven’t you ever stayed with anyone?”

“I haven’t dated a million people like you have,” Matt teases. “Haven’t had the chance to find the one yet.”

Rolling your eyes you cross one leg over the other, leaning into the corner of the sofa. “It wasn’t that many guys.”

“I know,” Matt chuckles. “I knew they weren’t right for you anyway.”

“How would you know that? You met like one of them.”

Matthew glances across the patio, to where Brady was standing, chatting with a few guests. “I have my inside sources.”

“Why would you even care anyway?”

“I really do care about you,” Matthew admits with a soft smile. “You know that, right?”

You stare over at him, a warmth filling your body. “I…yeah, I guess so,” you smile, taking a sip of your drink. “Doesn’t hurt to hear you actually say it though.”

Matt stares at you expectantly for a few seconds. “And?”

“And what?”

Matt chuckles, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t hurt to hear you say it.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “I care about you, Matt.”

“Thanks,” Matt says, placing his hand over his heart with a playful sense of drama. “I’ve been waiting for so long to hear that.”

“Shut up, you’re so stupid,” you joke, laughing quietly. As the conversation falls quiet you can’t help but notice the way Matt’s gaze was making your stomach fill with butterflies. Your cheeks begin to redden and you cut the mutual gaze short, looking away and taking a sip of your drink. Was Matt making you feel nervous? And how and why was Matt making you feel nervous?

“Want to get out of here for a minute?” Matt suddenly asks, drawing your attention back to him.

“Uh,” you hum, glancing around at the gathering. You were part of the wedding party, you probably shouldn’t take off. But Matt was as well and that didn’t seem to bother him. Not to mention the fact that you had been sitting in the corner by yourself for the last hour and nobody seemed to notice your absence then. “Yeah, sure.”

Matt stands up and you follow after him, down the stairs from the patio to the cobble stone path. Stumbling slightly you try to pace your steps perfectly so your heels weren’t falling between the stones. If only Brady had picked a resort that didn’t make you feel like you needed to be so dressed up all the time.

“Are you drunk again?” Matt teases, pausing to look back at you.

“No,” you exclaim, shaking your head. “It’s not even nine, it would be concerning to be that drunk this early.”

“Coulda fooled me,” Matt chuckles.

“You wouldn’t be doing any better in heels,” you inform him, finally catching up with Matt on the path.

“Then take them off, we’re going to the beach anyway.”

“Come here,” you say, reaching over and placing your hand on Matt’s shoulder. Reaching down you attempt to unbuckle the tiny silver buckle on the strap around your ankle. Wavering back and forth you clamp down tighter onto Matt’s arms, laughing softly.

“You got it?” Matt asks, wrapping his arm around your waist as you go for attempt number two.

“Yeah, I got it,” you mutter, managing to get one shoe off before turning your attention to your other shoe. You didn’t realize how difficult it would be to ignore Matt’s hand on your waist and the strange sensation it was causing inside of you. Finally slipping the second shoe off you straighten back out, slowly pulling out of Matt’s arms. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Matt chuckles, continuing down the path beside you to the beach. “How was your last year of school?”

“Hmm?” you hum, the sudden change in topic catching you off guard. “Oh, um, it was good. Harder than the first few years, but it was pretty good overall.”

“Sorry I couldn’t come to your, uh, you know, the-.”

“Convocation ceremony?” you ask, laughing softly as Matt nods in confirmation. “That’s alright, it wasn’t that exciting anyway.”

“Well I’m proud of you…I mean, we’re all proud of you.”

Your eyes focus on the sand in front of you as you continue to walk along beside Matt, feet sinking into the soft sand, the breeze from the ocean tousling your hair. “Thanks, Matt, I appreciate that.”

You feel your fingers brush against his hand and your heart beats a little quicker. Looking up at Matt you see that he was already looking at you and you give him a soft smile, uncertain if you should step away to make sure it didn’t happen again or just let your hand fall so naturally into his. Before you have time to do anything Matt stops, lowering himself down to sit on the warm sand.

Sitting down next to him, you pull your knees up towards your body and run your hands along your bare legs. “This is crazy,” you whisper.

Matt turns his head, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you. “What is?”

Brushing some sand off your hands you focus on the soft waves rolling onto the beach. “Brady…getting married. It feels like we were just twelve years old, fighting over who gets the last piece of pizza.”

Matt chuckles, throwing his arm over your shoulders and tugging you roughly into his side. “I’ll still fight you for the last slice of pizza if it’ll make you feel better.”

Giggling you scramble your way out from under his arm, giving him a playful shove for good measure on your way to sitting up straight. “Do you want to get married?”

“We haven’t even been on a date.”

Rolling your eyes you lean back onto your arms. “You’re an idiot.”

“I do,” Matt says, his tone serious now. “Do you?”

Nodding you push a piece of your hair out of your face, finally turning to look at Matt. “Yeah, I do. I just, I don’t know…” trailing off you shake your head, looking back to the ocean.

“What’s up? What do you mean?” Matt presses.

Shrugging you take a deep breath, pulling your arms from behind you and leaning forward, anxiously wrapping your arms around you knees. “I don’t know, I’m 23 and I haven’t ever really even been in a serious relationship. What if, like, I’m not meant for that, you know?”

“No,” Matt says, reaching over and putting his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you into his side, gently this time, running his hand along your arm. “You’re making it seem like 23 is old… and if you think there’s no hope for you then I guess I’m fucked, hey?”

Laughing you tip your head back, looking up at him. “That’s not what I meant.” Shifting closer you rest your head on his shoulder. “I think you’ll find someone.”

Matt lets out a deep breath, tugging you a little closer. “Yeah,” he mutters.

“Okay, rude,” you comment, sitting up straighter and turning to face him, looking into his eyes.

“What?” Matt laughs, shaking his head as he lets his arm that was once around your shoulders fall to his side.

“You could have said I would find someone too, even if you don’t mean it, just make me feel better.”

“Relax, I know you’ll find someone. Maybe you already have.”

Rolling your eyes you settle back beside Matt, leaning into his side. “This isn’t ‘What’s Your Number?’ I’m not going back.”

Matt wraps his arm around you and your eyes land on where his hand was resting on your body. “That’s not what I’m saying,” Matt chuckles. “I’m not telling you to go back to your ex.”

“Then who? You?” you ask, laughing softly.

Matt is quiet for a few seconds longer than you were expecting. “You’ll find someone, I promise.”

“Well, thank you,” you whisper, noticing that the orange glow from the sun had disappeared, the evening quickly rolling in. “I guess we should head back up there,” you say with a sigh. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be mingling but something about being on the beach alone with Matt felt so comfortable.

“You sound pretty sad about that,” Matt comments.

“I’m not,” you whisper, not making much of a move towards actually getting up and heading back to the party. “I just…I don’t know, this has been nice.”

“It has been nice…you not being a little pest for once.”

Scoffing you sit up away from him, turning your head to look into his eyes. “Don’t even, you have to admit I made your life more entertaining.”

Matt nods in agreement, his hand landing on your thigh. You try your hardest not to look at his hand, not to acknowledge his touch even though it was taking up every ounce of your self-control not to.

“You still do,” Matt tells you. “It’s just different now.”

“Different how?” you whisper and your eyes glance down to his lips so unconsciously you didn’t realize you had even done it till your eyes were returning to his.

Matt shrugs, his thumb running back and forth on your bare thigh. “We’re adults now, you’re smart and funny and you don’t actually annoy me anymore.”

His comment makes you laugh and you shake your head slightly, looking down at the sand for a second. When you look back up you’re caught off guard by Matt’s sudden intensity. You watch him shift closer and your breath catches in your throat as you realize what was happening. But you don’t do anything to stop it, instead you lean closer till your lips were nearly brushing against his. Bringing your hand behind his neck you lean into the kiss, his lips soft against yours. It’s slow and gentle and you can barely register the deeper meaning of what was happening, you were just wrapped up in the feeling of it.

Pulling back you let out a soft, uncertain breath, slowly pulling your body away from him. To say you were at a loss for words was an understatement. “I-,” you begin, glancing around, trying to figure out a few more words to string some sort of sentence together. “We, um, we should maybe go back up there, I guess.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Matt mutters, pulling himself to his feet before reaching down and grasping your hands, pulling you up to your feet. Before letting go of your hands Matt leans down, kissing you gently again.

You’re not sure what comes over you as he pulls back but you have your arms over his shoulders a second later, leaning up and kissing him quickly. It’s eager and passionate and you’re pushing yourself closer to him as his hands land on your waist.

“Don’t tell Brady,” is the first thing that leaves your lips when you finally pull away, watching a look of confusion cross his face. “I mean, you can tell him after, if you want. But this is his week, I don’t want something I did to take away from that.”

Matt nods, leaning down and pressing his lips to your forehead. “You’re right.” His hand slides into yours and he nods back towards the restaurant up the beach. “We should probably be back there before everyone leaves.”

“Yeah, definitely,” you breathe out, laughing softly. It was suspicious enough for you two to disappear for a little while, it would be pretty obvious what was going on if you both left altogether in the middle of the party.

Once you get back to the path you let go of Matt’s hand, struggling to get your shoes back on before heading back up to the patio.

It’s Brady who approaches you first. “Where’d you two go?”

“We-,” you begin, getting cut off by Matt trying to answer as well.

“We just went, uh…” Matt begins, glancing down at you for a second.

“We just went for a walk on the beach, sorry for leaving, I just, um, I needed to get some air.”

Brady raises his eyebrows, glancing around the completely outdoor patio. “Air?”

“Space,” Matt chimes in. “Just a lot of people here.”

You knew that wasn’t overly convincing either, you were rarely one to say no to any type of party or gathering, especially with a bunch of people you knew and loved.

“Right,” Brady comments. “Well anyway, we’re heading out now, want to get a good sleep tonight.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” you nod, too eager for the change of subject. “I’m so happy for you, Brady, it’s going to be amazing tomorrow.”

“You’re being weird,” Brady tells you bluntly. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you assure him, swallowing nervously.

“She’s drunk,” Matt chimes in.

Reaching over you swat at Matt’s arm playfully, glaring up at him. “I’m not drunk, I’m just really happy.”

“Alright, well, I’ll see you two tomorrow morning, we’re still all going for breakfast together?” Brady asks.

“Yeah, of course.” Leaning in you pull Brady into a quick hug. “See you tomorrow.”

You and Matt watch Brady weave his way out of the restaurant and back towards the hotel. “So you still suck at lying,” Matt comments.

“I do,” you whine, sighing loudly as you turn to face Matt. “I think I’ve gotten worse.”

“He’ll be too busy tomorrow to ask too many questions.” Matt reaches over, pulling you into a hug. “You heading up to bed now?”

“It’s only 9:30, I’m not tired.”

Matt pulls back, reaching down and taking your hand. He’s guiding you back into the hotel lobby a minute later not telling you where the two of you were going, but you didn’t care enough to ask, you were ready to let him take you anywhere.

It doesn’t take long for you to find out where you were going as you step into Matt’s room, immediately noticing how much nicer it was than your own. “That NHL salary must be nice.”

“It’s not bad,” Matt chuckles, walking over to the edge of the bed and sitting down, watching you walk through the room to look out onto the patio. “Do you want more wine?”

“You have wine?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

“I can get us wine,” Matt tells you, holding up the room service menu.

Walking back you sit down next to Matt, leaning into him to look at the wine list with him. “What kind of wine do you like?”

“I don’t really like any,” Matt admits. “But it’s okay enough to drink.”

“Okay enough to drink,” you repeat teasingly. “How about this one?” you suggest, pointing to a pinot gris.

“Sure.” Matt reaches for the hotel phone, calling room service and ordering the bottle of wine and the cheese platter that was the suggested accompaniment to the wine, though it was truly just a way to convince people to spend more money.

“A cheese platter, how dignified of you, Matthew,” you tease, standing up from the edge of the bed to head back towards the patio.

Before you can take a step away Matt has his hands on your hips, spinning you around to face him. “Keep laughing and I won’t share with you.”

Placing your hands on his shoulders you give him a little shrug. “I’m just here for the wine.”

“Just the wine?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, leaning down, bringing your lips close to his. “You don’t even need to be here.”

“Oh, really?” Matt teases, his lips brushing over yours. “You could get wine in your own room, you know?”

“But then I would have to pay for it,” you joke. You finally let your lips connect with his, kissing him slowly. Your fingers curl into his hair, his hands drifting around your body, touching each other in a way you never imagined would ever happen.

“Oh, I see, you’re just using me for money,” Matt chuckles when you pull back.

“Yeah, I am,” you joke. “I was playing the really, really long con. Hung around for fifteen years in hopes that one day you might buy me a bottle of wine.”

“See, I knew you were smart.” The sound of a knock on the door draws your attention and you step aside to let Matt answer the door.

While Matt collects the wine and the cheese platter you make your way onto the patio, sitting down in one of the soft chairs, looking out at the night sky over the ocean. You turn your focus to Matt when he steps onto the patio, putting everything down onto the glass coffee table, pouring two glasses of wine and handing one to you.

“Thank you,” you tell him, taking a sip of the cool white wine. “Are you ready for tomorrow? Got your speech prepared?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Matt comments, leaning back into the couch on the patio. “Are you?”

“I’m nervous,” you admit, laughing softly. “I’m worried I’m going to trip when we’re walking in.”

“I would say you’ll be fine but after watching you try to walk down to the beach today I don’t know.”

“Matt,” you whine, shaking your head. “Don’t make it worse.”

“Fine, you’ll be alright, it’s not a long walk, I have faith in you.”

“Very reassuring,” you joke, sighing softly as you lean back into your chair, the warm buzz of alcohol in your system.

“What’s your plan now?”

“Now?” you ask, sitting up straighter. Was this his way of asking you to leave?

“Yeah, you’ve graduated. Are you moving back home for good or are you going somewhere else?”

“Oh,” you hum, leaning back into the chair. “I don’t really know. I was thinking about moving somewhere new, but I don’t know where. Maybe just find a job somewhere and go from there.”

“That’s exciting.”

“Is it?” you laugh, your anxiety about it coming through loud and clear.

“Why do you sound so scared about it?”

“Because it’s scary. I don’t know if I’m ready to move somewhere all by myself.”

“I’m sure there are places you could move where you wouldn’t be by yourself,” Matt reasons.

“What? Like Miami?” you joke.

Matt shrugs, taking another drink from his glass. “Would that be the worst thing?”

“We’ve kissed, what? Three times? And you’re asking me to move across the country for you,” you giggle.

Matt chuckles, extending his arm and taking your hand.”It we make it four will you think about it?”

Following his lead you settle on the couch beside him, leaning in and kissing him gently. “No,” you whisper as you pull back from him.

“Well I’m not asking you to, but it’s an option and I’ll be there for you.”

“You’re actually kinda sweet.”

Matt lets out a breath of laughter, pulling you a little closer. “I always have been, you were just too busy pestering me to realize it.”

“You’re such a liar,” you laugh. “You were mean to me when I was a kid.”

“Mean is pretty harsh,” Matt comments. “I cared about you when we were younger, I just didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Well you did a pretty good job keeping that to yourself.”

A comfortable silence falls amongst the two. Matt was running his fingers up and down your arm gently. You had your head on his shoulder, your hand resting on his thigh. Eventually you pull yourself away from Matt, turning to look at him. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replies, the two of you gathering the empty glasses and dishes from the table before heading inside. “Do you want a t-shirt to wear?”

Glancing down at your dress you nod in response. “That would be great.”

Matt rifles through his suitcase, handing a t-shirt to you before beginning to unbutton his own dress shirt. Sitting on the edge of the bed you pull your shoes off, tossing them to the side before standing up again. “Can you help me?” you ask, turning around and pulling your hair to the side, exposing the zipper up the back of your dress.

“Yeah, of course.” His hands were gentle as he slides the zipper down slowly. “How’d you get it zipped up?”

“Not gracefully,” you laugh. “And I wasn’t about to let you see me struggle that bad.”

Matt places his hands on your waist after unzipping your dress, tugging you back against his body. “Are you sure that’s why?”

Sighing quietly you lean back against him. “I do like when you touch me,” you admit.

You can hear Matt inhale sharply and you can’t help but giggle. Pulling away from him you slide your dress off your body, feeling incredibly exposed in front of him. You had been in a bikini around him many times before, but something about this felt very different. Quickly tugging the t-shirt on over your head you make your way to the large bed, leaning against the headboard as you wait for Matt to join you.

Once a movie is decided upon you settle in beside Matt, your head on his shoulder, your arm over his chest. Despite trying to fight off the heaviness in your eyes you eventually drift to sleep before the movie was over.

The next time you open your eyes the morning sun is shining in through the patio doors and you’re curled up under the soft blankets. Rolling over you watch Matt’s eyes open, a sleepy smile forming on his lips. “Morning,” he mumbles.

“Morning,” you whisper, looking at the clock on the bedside table. Thankfully you still had plenty of time before you were supposed to be meeting everyone for breakfast. There was no way the two of you could lie your way out of both of you being late for breakfast. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Matt chuckles, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. “Yeah, how dare you,” he joked.

“Did you like, tuck me into bed?” you question, not remembering being under the blanket at any time while you were awake.

“Yes, but don’t make it weird.”

“Why would I make it weird?” you ask with a mischievous smirk. “You’re so sweet, just a gentle teddy bear, so caring and cute, letting me sleep in your super comfy bed, way better than my own, making sure I’m all tucked into bed,” you tease, knowing this was exactly what he was talking about.

“Go back to your room,” Matt groans, shaking his head.

“Fine, I will,” you tell him, climbing out of the bed and picking your dress up from the ground.

“I didn’t mean that.”

Pulling Matt’s t-shirt off you set it on the bed, laughing at how fast he was taking his comment back. “That’s good to hear, but I really do need to go shower and get ready for breakfast.”

After a quick goodbye and a rushed shower in your own room you head to breakfast. While you definitely exchanged a few knowing looks with Matt breakfast goes by without a hitch. So does the rest of the day, through last minute wedding prep, hair and makeup, and getting dressed. By the time the ceremony was about to begin you had been so busy all day that your thoughts were not wholly wrapped up in Matthew.

You survive the walk down the aisle without tripping and you manage to not shed enough tears to wreck your makeup while watching your best friends get married. The entire process slips by so fast, dinner and speeches being over before it felt like you even had a chance to catch your breath.

Before you know it the dance floor is filled with people, the lights in the reception hall are dim and you finally have the chance to sneak off to the bar on your own to get yourself a drink.

“How’re you holding up?”

Looking over you smile up at Matt, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t realize being a bridesmaid would feel like running a marathon.”

Matthew chuckles quietly, wrapping an arm around your waist as he steps closer to you at the bar. “How about we go outside? Actually get some air this time.”

After collecting your drink you follow Matt, sneaking out through a backdoor. You sit down on the stairs to the beach, Matt joining you a second later. Tipping your head to the side you rest it on Matt’s shoulder, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

“I’m tired,” you laugh, feeling Matt wrap his arm around your waist.

“You can sleep in my much comfier bed tonight,” Matt says, using your own teasing words back at you.

Giggling you lift your head to look at Matt, your eyes falling to his lips. Matt brings his lips to yours in response, kissing you gently. He places his hand under your leg, pulling it over his and turning your body towards him. Your fingers grasp at the lapels of his suit jacket, tugging him closer as the kiss becomes more and more intense. When you pull back to catch your breath you notice the figure standing near the door.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, clambering to your feet. “Brady,” you call as he turns to head back inside.

“No, don’t let me stop you,” Brady comments, turning back to you as you get closer.

“I’m sorry, we weren’t going to be out here long, I promise, it’s been like five minutes,” you assure him.

“You two came out here five minutes ago and started making out?”

“Yes,” you insist, feeling Matt place his hand on your lower back, standing next to you.

“What the fuck happened in five minutes to make this happen?” Brady asks, clearly skeptical about your timeline.

“Uh,” you begin, glancing up at Matt. “It wasn’t, I mean, this wasn’t…”

Brady raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to go on before a look of realization crosses his face. “This wasn’t the first time.”

Shaking your head your lips form a tight-lipped, nervous smile. “No,” you whisper.

“How long have you two been fucking then?” Brady exclaims.

“No, oh my god, we haven’t,” you defend, hearing Matt chuckle at your frantic need to get that fact straight. “We kissed yesterday and then, I don’t know, we spent last night together. But I promise we weren’t keeping it a secret for anything other than not wanting to distract from your wedding.”

Brady nods slowly, glancing back and forth from you to Matt and then back to you. “Fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back dramatically. “I knew this was going to happen.”

“What?” you mutter, arms folded over your chest.

“Well I thought if it was going to happen it would have happened years ago, you two had weird tension growing up and I don’t even think either of you even noticed it.”

Your attention is redirected to Matt, trying to figure out if you were the only one who hadn’t picked up on any tension. From Matt’s look of confusion you knew you weren’t. “Tension?” you press forward.

“Oh my god,” Brady groans. “Everyone but you could see it. You always said you didn’t like each other but people who don’t like each other don’t spend that much time together.”

You glance back up to Matt again, feeling like your entire childhood was being laid out in front of you in a completely different light.

“Be honest, Matt, you’ve always had feelings for her,” Brady states, staring directly at Matthew. As Matthew opens his mouth to say something Brady cuts him off. “You did, I don’t even know what you’re going to say but you did. You pretended to be so annoyed but you hung around us like a fucking fruit fly, if you were really annoyed you would have gone and done something else.”

“Are you mad?” you finally whisper, voice meek and anxious.

“No,” Brady exclaims loudly. “Oh my god, no, I’m actually kinda relieved I can stop pretending that you two always hated each other. You never did and you’ve made me go along with your weird little charade of always being annoyed with each other.”

“Brady,” you say softly, throwing your arms around him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that or this or anything to make you feel weird or anything.”

Brady wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “It’s okay, but can you both come in and enjoy the party because we’re paying a lot for it for you two to just sit out here making out.”

Laughing you pull back, nodding in agreement to come back inside. “As long as you’re okay with me dancing with Matt.”

“Gross,” Brady teases, the three of you heading back into the reception venue. “But I’m going to find my wife so you two do whatever you want, I’ve got a wife now.”

“Yes, you do so go find her,” you tell him, letting yourself fall back into Matt’s arm. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his side. “So you’ve always like me,” you tease, looking up at Matt.

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” Matt says, his cheeks red as he shake his head.

Giggling you lean up, kissing him quickly. “Okay, fruit fly, let’s go dance.”

You’re trying to walk to the dance floor when Matt wraps his hand around yours, tugging you back into his chest. “Absolutely not, you’re not calling me fruit fly,” Matt says with a breath of laughter.

With a playful smirk you wrap your arms over his shoulders, “what are you going to do, punish me for it?”

Matt lets out a quiet groan, glancing up to the roof for a second. “Fuck, let’s go dance, we can’t keep going with this conversation.”

“Why?” you laugh, feigning innocence as you bring your lips closer to his ear. “Can’t handle thinking about it? Me and you, all alone, your hands-.”

“Stop,” Matt mutters, pulling away from you. “Don’t do this to me.”

Grabbing his hand you tug him along to the dance floor. “Then dance with me, or I’ll keep going.”

“You’re holding me hostage on this dance floor,” Matthew tells you, but the unwavering smile on his face tells you all you need to know.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, Brady ruined your little act.”

“He did,” Matt laughs softly, “but I’m kinda glad he did.”

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Then Everything Changed - Matthew Tkachuk

ft. Brady (platonically)

You said goodbye and didn’t ask all the questions you wanted to ask. What does this mean? Does it mean anything? What are we? Are we going to tell anyone?

Word Count: ~4,000

Warnings: drinking

A/N: The ending is pretty bad on this one, I'll admit that. I've been struggling with writing recently so hopefully it's still an enjoyable read!

You met Brady in kindergarten. One afternoon early in the school year he tried to take a book from you and you yelled so loudly your teacher was at your side just a second later. The punishment for both of you was to share the book, which you initially despised the thought of. But it took barely twenty minutes for you and Brady to be laughing and talking as if you hadn’t been screaming at him just moments before.

You spent a lot of time on the playground together during recess and lunch. Before long you were going to his house and he was coming over to yours. In the process your families grew close as well, your parents finding new friendship with Keith and Chantal.

Through the years you spent more and more time with Brady, and not always because of your own choices. Going to the Tkachuk family home for dinners with your parents became a frequent occurrence, as was having them over to your own house for dinner.

You had never thought of Brady as anything more than a friend. In fact, you often thought of him as more of a brother. He would taunt you and tease you but he would be the first to stand up for you when anyone else did it. You trusted him with everything and anything yet you knew he would be the first person to make fun of you for your menial teenage problems. You were in the stands of almost every single one of Brady’s home games, cheering him on at every step of his hockey development.

No matter how much both you and Brady would deny feelings for each other you were subjected to near constant teasing from your families. You weren’t allowed to be behind closed doors together, despite insisting you would never want to do anything sexual with Brady. When you would go out alone, to the a movie or a restaurant, you wouldn’t hear the end of the comments about it being a date. When prom rolled around neither of you had dates so you went together, as friends, of course, but that only served to add fuel to the fire.

It wasn’t Brady that you had feelings for you. It wasn’t him, yet everyone was so close to the truth. It was Matthew who you had feelings for. You were fourteen when you realized. You were supposed to be meeting Brady at his house on your way to go bowling with a few other friends. When you got there Brady hadn’t gotten home from an afternoon practice. But Matt was there and he let you in. You sat on the couch while he played video games and you tried to understand the game, hoping that it would impress him. You weren’t sure what he said to you that day but you do remember the way it made your heart race and your cheeks flush. It was that day that you realized your families had been so, so wrong about who you had feelings for.

Your families remained close through the years. Everyone was on their own journey but that didn’t stop you from spending as much time as you could together when everyone was back in town.

You never expected anything to happen between you and Matt. By the time you graduated high school Matt was already in Calgary playing for the Flames. Every time you saw each other it seemed to be in the presence of at least one sibling or parent. Siblings and parents who insisted that it was you and Brady who you were supposed to be flirting with, not even considering the possibility of you having feelings for Matt.

Everything changed one evening in October in 2018. Matt was in St. Louis, playing a game against the Blues. He asked if you wanted to come to the game and you said yes without a moment of hesitation. It wasn’t often that you got to see him or Brady play anymore, with both of them so far from the arenas you used to spend hours in watching them play growing up. They lost the game that night, but that didn’t stop Matt from texting asking if you wanted to come out with him and a few other for drinks after.

When you showed up to the bar that night something felt different. Brady wasn’t around to be the link between you and Matt. Your parents weren’t there to see you use the fake ID your friend got for you for your nineteenth birthday. There were no comments being made about you and Brady. It was just you and Matt and a group of people who didn’t know the history.

So you had a few drinks and then a few more. You stuck by Matt’s side and didn’t say anything when he slipped his arm around your waist. You didn’t pull back when he leaned in closer than necessary to talk to you and you didn’t stop him from taking your hand at the end of the night to guide you out and into the Uber that was waiting outside for you. When you got to your apartment you didn’t bat an eye when he got out with you, letting him follow you inside. And when he finally kissed you that night in the dim light of the kitchen you kissed him back without hesitation, your hands grasping at him with five years of built up feelings.

He left early the next morning to get back to the hotel and onto the bus to continue on with the road trip. You wished it had been as easy as you made it seem. You said goodbye and didn’t ask all the questions you wanted to ask. What does this mean? Does it mean anything? What are we? Are we going to tell anyone? You kept it together till he was long gone and then you let yourself fall into a mess on the couch, mind swirling with frantic thoughts that you didn’t know how to slow.

Nothing came from that night. At least not until Christmas of that year. You were having friends over for a pre-Christmas celebration on the 23rd. Brady wasn’t in town yet but Matt was. You extended the invitation, half expecting him to say no. But he turned up at your door in his ugliest Christmas sweater with drinks in one hand and a White Elephant present in the other. He stayed the whole night, fitting in easily with your friends. When everyone was beginning to trickle out of your apartment at the end of the night Matt hung around, exchanging glances with you that you were certain were holding some sort of meaning. It didn’t take long for you to realize you were right, when the last of your friends left and Matt had you pressed against the closed front door, his lips on yours. You let it happen again, knowing the turmoil it put you in the last time you slept with him. But in that moment it didn’t matter.

Things continued on in the same fashion for years. Summers and Christmas breaks and any other chance to see each other. You would sneak away when you could, away from the prying eyes of your families and their speculations. Questions were never asked and answers were never given. You didn’t know what any of meant, didn’t know if you had a right to feel jealous when you thought of Matt being with other women when he went back home. But when he was there with you it didn’t matter so much, your mind forgetting about those thoughts during the moments with him.

August 2023

“Do you want a coffee?”

Pulling your headphones out you look up at Matt, waiting for him to repeat himself. You watch him shake his head, chuckling to himself. “Do you want a coffee?”

“Are you buying?” you joke, smiling up at him from where you were sitting in the slightly uncomfortable airport seat.

“Just get up,” Matt mutters, rolling his eyes.

“You’re not just going to get it for me?” Sighing you push your suitcase towards Brady, sitting a couple seats down from you. “Will you watch my stuff while I go get coffee with Matt? He needs a babysitter.”

“If you get me one too,” Brady tells you, barely looking up from his phone.

“Fine,” you huff, standing up you follow Matt down the corridor of the airport. You remain in silence till you’re standing in front of the coffee kiosk, not that you were surprised, it was barely 6 in the morning. After ordering your own coffee you order one for Brady, Matt swooping in to order his own and pay for all three.

“So how’s this going to work?” Matt asks suddenly as you walk to the end of the kiosk to wait for the drinks.

Furrowing your eyebrows you turn your attention to Matt, folding your arms over your chest. “How’s what going to work?”

“Us,” Matt says with a shrug.

“What us, Matt?” you whisper, glancing around nervously. “It’s not a big deal, just be normal.”

Matt nods slowly, parting his lips to say something before being interrupted by the barista calling his name. Spinning around he takes his drink from her with a quiet thanks. Taking your own drink and Brady’s you follow after Matt who was walking noticeably faster. Back at your gate you hand Brady his coffee, seeing Taryn and Chantal had gotten back from getting breakfast. At least the increase in people allowed some of the tension between you and Matt to dissipate.

It takes what feels like forever to board the plane, shuffling slowly to your seat next to Brady. You fall back asleep quickly, the caffeine in the coffee doing nothing to combat the meager 3 hours of sleep you got the night before. When you wake up again Brady is gently shaking you. Inhaling a sharp breath you pull your head off of Brady’s shoulder, sleepily glancing around the plane.

“Sorry,” you mumble tiredly, realizing the plane was already landing. It was only a four hour flight but you sure hadn’t meant to use Brady as a pillow for the entire trip.

“Don’t worry about it,” Brady chuckles. “At least you won’t be cranky all afternoon now.”

“I’m never cranky,” you defend with a giggle that says everything anyone needed to know. You did have a bit of a track record of getting cranky if you didn’t get enough sleep. “I can’t wait to get off this plane.”

“You haven’t even been awake for any of it, why are you complaining?”

“I’m not complaining,” you tell him with a yawn. “I’m just excited to get to the resort. Did we decide if we were going to the beach or the pool this afternoon?”

“I don’t think so,” Brady replies with a shrug.

Leaning across the aisle you tap Matt’s arm, getting his attention. You watch him pull his headphones off, looking over at you with a cold stare. “Did we, um, are we going to the pool or beach today?”

“Don’t know,” Matt mutters, quickly pulling his headphones back on and looking away from you again.

Your eyes don’t leave him immediately, stunned by his dismissive response. Sure you were asleep for the last four hours but what could possibly have happened in the span of a few hours to warrant that response? You try to shake it off, put it out of your mind for the time being. From the plane to the airport to the resort you focus on Brady, making conversation to distract yourself from the sinking feeling your exchange with Matt had left you with.

Your room is across from Matt and Brady’s room that they agreed to share, just down the hall from the rooms occupied by everyone else on the trip. After changing out of your less than summery airplane outfit you text Matt, asking him to come over. You needed to figure out what was going on before you drove yourself crazy trying to make up an answer. He’s at your door just a few minutes later.

“Hey,” you whisper. “Is something wrong?”

Matt walks into your room, leaning against the desk by the patio, his eyes focused on something unseen to you on the carpet in front of him. “No.”

“Okay,” you mumble, walking closer, slowly, hesitantly. “Are you sure? Because you’re kind of being a dick.”

“I am?” Matt snaps, whipping his head up to look at you.

Flinching at his sudden change in demeanour you fold your arms over your chest. “Yes?”

“Why does it even matter? I mean, it’s not a big deal, we don’t need to spend time together.”

“What are you even talking about, Matt?” you exclaim, shaking your head in helpless confusion.

“I’m talking about you being all cuddly with Brady right in front of me. Your parents even got some cute pictures…maybe you can show them at your wedding.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, laughing coldly. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious. My parents have spent the last like twenty years basically planning your wedding with my brother and you’re not going anything to stop it even though we’ve been fucking for five fucking years.”

“What do you want me to do, Matt? I’ve spent my whole life telling everyone that I don’t have feelings for him, it’s not my fault that nobody wants to listen to me.”

“Something,” Matt exclaims. “Anything, I don’t know, but it feels pretty shitty just having to sit around while they talk about you two like that.”

“I’m sorry, I really am. I don’t know what to do though, he’s my best friend, I’m not going to stop spending time with him because it makes you jealous.”

“That’s not-,” Matt begins before letting out an annoyed sigh. “That’s not what I’m asking and you know that.”

You’re silent for a few minutes, trying to wrack your brain for something to say. Before you have the chance Matt is heading for the door, leaving your room without another word. After gathering a few of your things you head across the hallway, knocking on the hotel room door across from you.

“What do you want?” Matt mutters after pulling the door open.

“Where’s Brady?”

“Of course.” Matt steps to the side, opening the door further to let you step inside.

“Stop,” you whisper, shaking your head. “You’re being an asshole.”

“Just go talk to your boyfriend,” Matt whispers, nodding towards the other side of the room where Brady was rifling through his suitcase for something.

Rolling your eyes you walk across the room, plopping down on the bed next to Brady’s suitcase. “Are we going to the pool?”

“Yeah, if that’s what you want to do,” Brady replies, pulling a white t-shirt from his suitcase. “I think one of the pools has a swim-up bar.”

“You know me so well,” you tell him, laughing quietly. You watch him pull the hoodie he was still wearing from the flight off, tossing it onto the bed. Quickly averting your gaze your eyes meet with Matt, noticing the way his jaw was clenched, glaring in your direction. Sighing you keep your eyes off of Brady, despite having seen him in much less many times in your life.

After everyone is ready you head down to the pool, tugging your clothes off to leave you in the blue bikini you had bought just days before the trip. When you turn around to face the pool you notice Matt staring, his gaze dipping much lower than your eyes. Rolling your eyes you walk in his direction, glancing over your shoulder to make sure everyone was preoccupied behind you before reaching out and resting your fingers on Matt’s bare torso. “If you’re going to look at me like that you really need to start being nicer to me.”

A shaky breath leaves Matt’s lips as he reaches down, his hand folding over your fingers and pushing them off his body. “I’m not doing this with you.” He turns around a second later, sitting down on one of the empty lounge chairs nearby, pulling his phone out and not so much as glancing in your direction again.

A few minutes later you’re getting into the pool with Brady and Taryn, trying to make the most of the trip even if Matt was making that difficult. At the swim-up bar you order a shot and a cocktail, a recipe to begin forgetting about the conflict with Matt as quickly as possible. The three of you remain in the pool through a few more drinks before finding a few empty lounge chairs, not for a moment running out of things to talk about, especially once the alcohol hits your system.

The afternoon slips by quickly, leading to dinner at one of the restaurants on the resort. You’re fighting to seem sober as you stare at the menu, reading the words printed on it though you’re not really processing them.

“You okay?” Brady asks.

Turning your head you look over at him, nodding quickly before giggling. “There’s too many choices.”

“Have another margarita, this could be a really fun dinner,” Brady teases.

“Shut up,” you whine, looking back down at the menu. “I’m getting the tacos.”

“Good choice,” Brady tells you with a chuckle.

Closing the menu you reach for your glass of water, your eyes locking with Matt where he was sitting across the table from you. “Are you having a good time, Matt?”

“Yup, a great time,” he mutters, picking up his drink and finishing the rest of it in one large gulp.

Rolling your eyes you take a sip of your water before focusing on the conversation that the rest of the table was involved in. By the time dinner is over the evening had turned to night and your parents as well as Chantal and Keith head back to their rooms. After a quick discussion the rest of you decide to head to the lounge for a few more drinks. You order another margarita, finding a table with Brady, Taryn, and Matt. You talk for awhile, Matt choosing to ignore you most of the time.

When you head to the bar for another drink Matt leaves the table as well, disappearing somewhere into the dimly lit lounge. You order a margarita, leaning against the bar while you wait for it. As you do your eyes scan down the length of the bar, stopping when you see Matt. Matt and a woman you didn’t recognize. Matt and a woman who was laughing a little too hard at whatever he was saying. Matt and a woman who suddenly had her hand on his forearm, smiling up at him with a look that you’re sure you’d given Matt a number of times yourself. Swallowing heavily you take the drink the bartender had placed in front of you, weaving your way down the bar towards Matt.

“Sorry,” you say, aiming it towards the woman beside Matt. “Can we um, can we talk?” you ask Matt.

“I’m kinda busy,” Matt mutters, his eyes falling to the drink he was holding on the bar.

“Matt,” you whisper, your voice wavering. “Please.”

Matt turns his head, his eyes softening when he looks at you. “Okay,” he tells you, sliding off the barstool he was sitting on. “It was nice to meet you,” Matt tells the woman he was talking to. “Maybe I’ll see you around,” he adds before turning and placing his hand on your lower back. He guides you around the bar and out into the quiet evening.

You stare up at him, both of you silent, uncertain. You try to think of something to say but you didn’t know what you should say. Should you apologize for pulling him away from another woman? Should you tell him that your feelings for him were far beyond casual? Should you offer to tell everyone the truth? Before you can say anything Matt is pulling you closer, leaning down and kissing you. He tastes like rum and his hands are firm on your body. Your own hands slide up over his chest, arms resting on his shoulders. “Let’s go to my room,” you mumble against his lips.

Matt agrees quickly, taking your hand and letting you pull him through the resort and back to your hotel room. You don’t exchange any words, not on the way there and not in your room. You let your actions speak for you, letting Matt pull your clothes off, stumbling through the room and onto the bed. You don’t get much further before there’s a pounding at your door. Scrambling to your feet you tug on enough clothes to answer it, opening just enough to the see Brady standing in the hallway.

“What the hell?” he exclaims. “You just left? We couldn’t find you anywhere. Do you know how worried I was?”

“I-,” you begin, stunned by the panicky look on Brady’s face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…I didn’t think it was a big deal, I just…I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Brady breathes out, shaking his head. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just, um, think I need to get some sleep.”

Brady nods, reaching over and pulling you into a hug. “Goodnight,” he whispers.

“Goodnight, Brady,” you tell him, waiting for him to head into his room before shutting your own door. Sighing quietly you head back to the bed, flopping down next to Matt, the mood very different after the interruption.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widen when you hear those words. Turning your head you focus on Matt, your breathing shaky. “What?”

“I love you,” Matt repeats, reaching over and sliding his hand into yours. You’re certain he’s drunk but his words are sincere. He’s sitting up a couple minutes later, climbing off your bed. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

You watch him leave your room, pulling your legs up to your chest, frozen in place while you let his words truly sink in. Love. He loved you. Those words play in your mind, over and over till you’re curled up in your bed, trying desperately to fall to asleep. Eventually sleep takes over and you don’t wake till your vibrating phone tugs you out of your slumber. Fumbling through the blankets on the bed you turn the screen to your eyes, pressing answer on the call from Brady.

“Good morning,” Brady says with a chuckle, knowing that he had woken you up. “We’re down at the buffet for breakfast if you want to get out of bed and join us.”

“I’ll be down soon,” you mumble tiredly. After getting ready as fast as your tired, hungover body could handle you find your way to the buffet. There’s a spot next to Matt and you hover around the entrance to the restaurant, your mind swirling with thoughts again. Slowly you approach the table, sinking down into the seat beside Matt.

“Good morning,” Matt says, his voice quiet, uncertain. It’s obvious he’s unsure about where he stood with you after his confession the night before.

Leaning closer you bring your hands to the sides of his face, pulling him in and kissing him gently. “I love you too,” you whisper, quiet enough that you’re sure he’s the only one that will be able to hear you.

When you pull back the table is silent, surprised glances being exchanged and you reach over, grasping Matt’s hand. “Hold on,” Brady mutters, shaking his head. “What is going on?”

Your cheeks flush with warmth, looking over at Matt. “I don’t know,” you admit. “What is going on, Matt?”

“Maybe if we had that conversation back at the airport I would know,” Matt teases.

“Airport?” Brady exclaims. “How long has this been going on?”

Your cheeks flush deeper, looking over at Matt. “Since, um, like Matt’s third year in Calgary.”

“Holy shit,” Taryn mutters, eyes darting back and forth from you to Matt. “All those years thinking you and Brady were going to be together.”

“Definitely time to move on from that,” you announce, hoping that everyone would get the message loud and clear. You feel Matt run his finger over the back of your hand and you squeeze his hand gently, reassuringly.

There were still many unanswered questions but at least now you were comfortable in knowing that you would get the answers you were looking for.

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