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What’s your thoughts on Texas being Spains neglected son. I have a headcanon he is because historically Spain was the first to try and settle into Texas a long time ago. But had trouble due to the land being a bit uninhabitable for people to settle there. While Natives were also making it difficult.
To me he’s like the runt of Spains giant family, first he was called New Philippines, Coahuila y Tejas, Tejas, the republic of Texas etc.
After Spain had a difficult time trying to push settlers in his land, he eventually gave up because it was just almost impossible and prolly didn’t have enough men. I think people forget that Spain owned Texas before Mexico really did. He used to be a colony but was eventually given up on. I imagine Mexico being his older sister when Spain found them both. Perhaps Mexico was carrying him because he was fragile.
What’s your headcanon I’m interested to hear yours!
Thank you for not going with the AmeMex baby trope. It’s such a tired one, people, let it rest. Also I’m going to ramble a bit but I like where your head is at for the most part! I agree that he’s sort of a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit.
So I’m still figuring out logistically when each state came into the picture, but pretty much all of them come into being when a sense of identity starts taking shape. So for some states that’s way before they became a state or territory, but for some it’s a closer time frame to when things start getting declared.
The original 13 for example would have existed before they came into contact with Alfred or ideas of the US, but a state like West Virginia would pop up more towards the time she became a state. Texas is also one of those that I do think would exist early enough to have interacted with a previous nation or colonizer before the US. For me I just don’t really think of the states as literal family to anyone besides maybe another state or states based on the preceding territory and history. It’s just not my vibe but I see why it’s appealing to other people. (I’m going to eventually do a post on why the AmeMex kids trope is tired, that and Alaska being Russia’s kid, are the only ones I can think of that I’m like “nope”). Metaphorical or found family bond is a hell ya to me for the states and each other and Alfred though lol
When it comes to Texas I do think it would be interesting (and funny) to have him interact with Spain and Mexico and other personifications like Florida before Alfred. I think he would pop into existence as tensions started rising there when Spaniards tried to move in. I do think him and Spain would be more or less estranged to the point where, although Texas may have felt neglected at one point, it stopped phasing him by the 1900s at the latest. But all in all I see him as just Texas not really “used to be under this nation,” but I don’t think you or someone else would be wrong for going about it that way. He just has this attitude to me of being his own guy that just happened to have a transition of power under different people.
When it comes to his interaction with Mexico I personally don’t see it as family, at least not biological, but again that’s just me. I see where you’re coming from with them geographically and both being under Spain though, and I don’t think it’s a necessarily bad idea. I don’t have a Mexico oc since I like seeing other people’s (shoutout to dahliamorena’s oc), but in my AU I think they’d butt heads since the beginning of Texas being under Mexico lol. Before that when they were both under Spain I’m sure Mexico might have felt protective of him, and even when he was under Mexico, because Mexico was in charge of him. I think Texas would’ve appreciated it but been like “nah I’ve got this” and Mexico probably wouldn’t have minded as long as he didn’t do anything disruptive. But once Texas was under Mexico it was like moving in with an acquaintance only to realize you hate being roommates lmao.
He would’ve felt like he was getting the short end of the stick on decisions that Mexico was making in the interest of the nation. All of this when Texas doesn’t want to be under anyone anyway. To me Texas is definitely a DIY sort of man and Mexico was immediately taking leadership there to stabilize the country. So the lack of independence Texas felt he was getting didn’t sit right with him. It pretty much went from a difference of personality and opinion, plus during a tense political situation, to “yeah I’m out” “what do you mean you’re out??” cue fighting. I don’t think it would be so bad that they could never get over it, but I’m sure it was and could still have the potential to be awkward lol. I also think Texas today would believe he’s closer to Mexico than Mexico does to him XD but not in a really serious way and I can see other interpretations.
That’s all I have to say on your question specifically (if I keep adding thoughts it’s not going to be on topic XD). I’ll definitely add onto this or make another post about Texas’s relationships with Alfred and other states or nations who were under Spain later though because he’s a state I could ramble on about
Thanks so much and definitely feel free to ask more!
TLDR: ya he definitely wasn’t that close to Spain and he has a lowkey complicated relationship with Mexico but it’s not bad or anything and the history is interesting. Basically he’s just a guy lmao
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Florida my crazy lady <3 🍊 admittedly I was lazy with her hair.. but alas this is Florida! She’s Spanish/cuban, and based off of citruses.. she struggles with mania, likely because of Spain abandoning her (she wasn’t her mom per say… she was a caretaker), and she’s a lesser developed character but this is what we got so far! She doesn’t have a canon name or relationship yet ✌️
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Florida Man (2023). The Realest Goddamned Place on Earth.
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You Can't Be Serious
Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x OC
Summary: A night out celebrating brings co-workers closer than what they thought possible. With the help of a little alcohol.
Word Count: 1346
Warnings: Probably crossing work boundaries. Alcohol. Kissing. Blurry consent.
A/N: This is for @offside-the-lines Birthday Bingo!! Happy birthday to one of my favourite Aussie girlies. I know it was a couple weeks ago but Birthday month is the best thing to celebrate!
My choice of four bingo boxes were:
Drunken Confessions
Dancing
Rivals (enemies) to Lovers
Mistaken Identity
Sorry it's so late but work became a little stressful and unpredictable. But I got it in just in time! I really hope you enjoy this as it definitely had me writing tropes I haven't before. Happy birthday Rox <3
Also shoutout to @mp0625 for being my beta. Always can count on you!
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Cora sighed happily as she finally stepped foot into her apartment, taking off her shoes and collapsing onto the couch. Even though it was a lost cause as she’d be leaving again to meet the boys at the bar, they had organized to celebrate the team clinching a playoff spot. Some country bar that the boys liked to go have a good time at when celebrating a win.
As one of the off-ice fitness trainers, she spent a lot of time with the players, creating great friendships. Cora was the only woman in the facility's fitness physio and trainers team and the youngest by far. She had done a traineeship last season, and when the head physio left, he suggested that she come onto the team as one of the other men would be taking his position. As the only woman, the boys had taken to her like family, and suddenly, she had 22 brothers.
Notice the 22 and not 23? Well one of the team decided she was annoying and just looking for attention. Even when she was just doing her job. Matthew Tkachuk, ever since she started her traineeship, had taken a liking to pissing Cora off whenever he could. If she had to spot him while he did weights, he would do the opposite. She was younger than him and telling him what to do? Yeah right.
But he had been injured for the last 4 weeks so the two had been spending more time than usual working together making the tension peak. Hopefully, with Matthew being back on the ice tonight, he will have simmered back down before he said something to make Cora strangle him. He was holding it against her that he wasn’t allowed to play yet. Like it was solely her fault for not clearing him to play.
Instead of wallowing and thinking about the dumbass that was Ratthew, Cora pulled herself off the couch and into her bathroom where she could shower and get ready. She was thankful that quite a few of the girlfriends, wives and family members were also coming so she wouldn’t be the only woman within the group.
Cora chose to wear a red lacy bodysuit and a black denim skirt with a leather jacket to finish off the look. A bold red lip and simple smokey look with curled hair made her look out of this world. Something the boys weren’t used to as they only ever saw the woman in athletic clothes and team gear. She traded in her worn pair of Nikes for a pair of trusty black heeled boots. She knew by the time she ordered her uber and got to the bar, some of the players and family would already be there so she grabbed her clutch that had her phone, portable charger and ID in it. The uber luckily wasn’t that long for a Friday night.
“Cora!” Yana Tarasenko yelled as the young woman climbed out of the SUV.
“Yana,” She laughs, being brought into a hug.
The pair intertwined their arms and made their way through the security with Vlad to where there was already a group gathering in the back corner around multiple booths and tables. Players, partners and family alike were all chatting away happily, nearly all with some kind of drink in their hand. Whether it be alcoholic or not.
“I’m going to get a drink,” Cora yells over the music to Yana who nodded and waved her off.
Yana found a seat with some of the other girls in a corner booth tucked behind the boys. Cora found herself at the bar, ordering her usual vodka cranberry along with two tequila shots. If she was to get through this social gathering, to be what she deemed as a normal, she needed a few drinks. Hence the shots. When she wasn’t paying attention, a body slid into the bar right beside her.
“Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?” A familiar voice spoke up over the Carrie Underwood song that was blaring.
Cora turned slowly, not wanting to believe what she had heard. There beside her, and apparently hitting on her, was an already tipsy Matthew Tkachuk. What the actual fuck? Those words did not just come out of his mouth.
“Tkachuk,” Cora muttered uninterested.
“So you’re a fan?”
Cora laughed, “You can’t be serious…” The curly-haired boy looked confused for a moment. Which to Cora was comical. “Matthew, we literally–”
“Cora!” Barkov shouted when he saw her at the bar. He brought her into a hug, but she didn’t miss the shocked look that crossed Matthew’s face.
“Cora?” He gasped.
Instead of wasting time, she disappeared onto the dance floor with some of her friends dancing and sipping her cocktail. A few of the girls were cheering her on when she shook out her hair that she had put into a clip for the trip to the bar. They were all having fun, enjoying themselves. When the first few notes of Kesha’s song Take It Off played, Cora let out an excited squeal. She had practiced the line dance a heap after seeing it on TikTok.
“Go Cora!” The girls yell as she races to the middle of the circle with quite a few other bar patrons.
As the chorus came up, Cora stripped off the jacket she was wearing and waved it around in the air above her head. She thrived on the attention of all the girls and their partners cheering her on. Matthew had stepped up beside them and watched the girl he had come to be so frustrated with. After the song came to an end the group pulled her into the circle, showering her with compliments on the side of her she’s never shown to the team.
“You make not liking you hard when you move your hips like that,” Matthew whispers, coming up behind the dancing girl as the attention turns elsewhere.
She could faintly smell the beer on his breath but she was probably just as drunk. “Matt…”
Cora leant back against Matthew’s body as his arms came to wrap around her waist. His fingers tickled her skin through the lace bodysuit. Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy started to play as the two swayed together in time with the beat.
“Wanna get out of here?” Matthew yelled over the music after another hour of drinking and dancing.
Cora giggled, “Let’s go.”
Without saying goodbye to any of the team or partners, the two slipped out of the bar and into the back of an Uber that Matthew had ordered. The two laughed and whispered on the journey back to his apartment. Cora was helped out of the car by Matthew and led up to the 11th floor of the apartment complex.
“You frustrate me to no end,” Matthew mumbles against Cora’s lips as he pushes her to the now-closed door.
Cora frowns at the words, “What? Why?”
“You held me off the ice even when I was all good to play.”
That made Cora step away. Even though the two were definitely tipsy, probably drunk if you look at the true definition, it hurt to hear that. “I can promise you it was for the best.”
“But I was good to play…”
“We knew we’d make the playoffs, why risk you getting injured and missing the playoffs? Why risk our best player?”
Those words coming out of Cora’s mouth made Matthew’s thoughts flip. He had only thought of himself that Matthew hadn’t considered the team and the future of the season of he had made his injury worse.
The silence was worrying to Cora. What was running through his head? “Matthew?”
The curly-haired boy pulled her close again and pressed his lips to hers. It was addicting… For both parties. The two stripped off clothes, leaving a trail to his bedroom.
“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you,” Cora slurs as they fall onto the bed together.
Matt grins, “I know I’m in love with you.”
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art dump since i’ve been inactive!
i should be posting more soon i’ve just been unmotivated and at a low point 🙏
the snake one is snake florida and human california btw
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Me, desperately googling trying to find out where the fuck to put my fictional solarpunk town and have it make sense considering the vibe I had in mind and distances between things and how long it takes to cross the state: why can't I just set things in places I've fuckin been to
#out of queue#ani rambles#ani's solarpunk zombie story#WHAT IS IT WITH ME AND PUTTING THINGS IN PLACES IVE NEVER FUCKING BEEN?#my main OC story? CALIFORNIA. my road trip story? CALIFORNIA#my webcomic concept? VAGUELY BASED ON MEDIEVAL FRANCE KINDA#Aster Town? WHO FUCKING KNOWS PROBABLY THE MIDWEST SOMEWHERE????/#“Ani why not just set something in Florida” I DON'T KNOW HOW#writing in florida feels less legit because I live in like the fuckin suburbs of a city#and everyone expects florida writing to be all beaches or swamps and I DONT HAVE THAT EXPERIENCE IVE NEVER BEEN TO A SWAMP???#like UF is called 'the swamp' but it's not THAT swampy unless you specifically GO to the swamp and ive never BEEN to the swamp#ARE THERE EVEN WILDFLOWER MEADOWS IN FUCKING WASHINGTON??? IM STUPID
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I am... quickly realizing that I shouldn't have come to Gotham for my film degree
"But Gotham has the best film program in the country! Goth U is sponsored by the Waynes! The equipment is cutting edge and they have a youth program LGBT students-"
I DIDN'T THINK I WOULD BE FACING DEATH EVERY OTHER DAY WITH NOBODY ELSE BATTING AN EYE!!!!!
I should have just found a good school in Metropolis...
#im in my mid life crisis arc and im 20#id say i wanna go home but anywhere is better than florida#even Crime: The City#gotham rp#gothamite#dc oc#only in gotham rp#dc oc rp#only in gotham#dc rp#dc rp oc
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In Relief and Reverie
continuation from this
Tags: vampire whump, creepy/intimate whumper, prettyboy vampire whumpee, starvation, worship and withdrawl ~ my usual nonsense
The vampire’s knees were starting to go numb.
He had no idea how long he’d been made to kneel there, at his owner's feet.
Aris didn’t move from where he’d been placed--the heavy rings of steel locked around his neck and his wrists weighed him down and tethered him to them.
Rowe leaned back in their seat, slowly wrapping one hand around the chain on the vampire’s collar. There was a tug on the chain, forcing a sharp exhale from Aris' throat as he was forced to lean in.
Rowe smiled.
The vampire’s eyes stayed locked to the floor, perhaps not willing to give Rowe the satisfaction. But Rowe was fine with that. They knew how to get the mutt’s attention.
Rowe reached for their pocket, grinning wider. Fingers found what they were looking for; they slid a small shining object from the dark folds of fabric and flicked it open with practiced ease.
Sure enough, those red eyes darted up the moment he heard it—that all too familiar metallic shing that seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room.
It was the scalpel.
Again.
Aris flinched back, expecting the pain, before he saw his owner bring it to their own skin and his eyes went wide.
Rowe snickered and aligned the blade, smug eyes never leaving the vampire for long; they began to carefully drag the blade through the skin on their own shoulder. It slid painfully slowly through the uppermost layers of skin, and Aris’ held his breath–it was so silent he swore he could hear his master’s skin ripping.
He knew nothing cloud prepare him for what was about to happen.
The moment the first bead of blood hit the air, his eyes shot alarmingly wide—irises glowing a bright, hungry red.
He was panting; his fangs extended to full length without him even realizing. He bit back a whine and exhaled sharply through gritted teeth—his breath was coming in hot and fast—his chest was heaving with desperation—he instantly lunged forward when—
Rowe’s foot moved just slightly, the toe of their boot pressing forward to firmly meet the vampire’s sternum.
The vampire froze instantly. His eyes snapped up to his owner—wide and terrified, yet still alight with that deep hungry red, shining like glowing tail lights.
Rowe just sat there, looking casual as ever. The sole of their boot pressed more firmly into Aris’ chest, pushing him back a bit, and allowing absolutely no room to move forward. It wasn’t a rough gesture, but the message was clear enough.
“Move one more inch without permission and this boot will be buried in your mouth.”
Rowe could feel Aris shudder at the threat– poorly hidden.
“I should whip your back to shreds for what you just did.”
The vampire cringed at the whine that escaped his own lips. He wanted to sink into the floor. He sounded utterly pathetic.
Rowe couldn't help but crack a smile, a low, pleased hum buzzing just behind their teeth.
“You’re lucky you make for such a nice view.”
Rowe sat back, getting comfortable, vowing themselves to enjoy this.
“Today I’m feeling… generous. I might give you a chance to prove you can control yourself before I decide just how badly you’ve fucked up.”
They leaned casually against the armrest of the chair with their chin resting on their hand. An amused hum slipped past their lips; their features twisted into a narrow-eyed smile as the vampire desperately tried—and failed—to compose himself over and over.
Rowe let the blood drip freely.
...
It was a losing game, really.
Aris knew it was.
He knew it had been weeks now.
Weeks since he had last been allowed to feed.
But the blood was right there—fresh, delicious, hot, red, human blood—god, his owner had the best blood he had ever tasted—and it was trickling down their collarbone right in front of him and—
He didn’t deserve it.
He had lunged.
Was this all just a trick?
Was he not going to be hurt for this?
He’d rather just get it over with, so he could stop waiting around and suffocating in whatever terrifying limbo this was.
So he could just suffer and make it better.
Aris knew.
He knew.
He had lunged. He was so sorry.
God, he’d take the beating gratefully if it meant an end to this—to the twisting poisonous feeling that squeezed around his insides.
It was torture, to not know where he stood.
Maybe if Aris took it well, he’d be allowed to beg, to plead and apologize over and over, as many times as Rowe allowed.
But it was a losing game, wasn’t it?
A game against his own hunger, his instincts, his desperation—against that smell.
And then he understood.
This was his punishment.
To be made to wait.
To be made to fail.
To be locked in an unwinnable battle against the part of his mind that was screaming at him to lunge, to bite, to gnash his teeth like a wild animal, to clamp his jaws around anything he could reach.
It was right there. It was right there— in front of his face.
Rowe held him there for what seemed like ages, watching him with a pleased smirk—pressing the sole of their boot into his chest and swirling around the trickling blood on their own shoulder until the vampire was fucking drooling and whining, ensnared by the smell wafting through the room and the screaming voices in his own head.
At last, Rowe was sure that the vampire had reached his breaking point, that he would say or do anything if it got him out of this. They relished in his pitiful expression when Aris raised his gaze—the defeat in his teary eyes—and God he was pleading—
“Please— it’s been so long since… since you fed me.”
Rowe snickered, uncrossing their legs for a better view.
Perfect.
“Beg properly, pretty thing, and maybe I won’t make your punishment worse.”
The vampire bit straight through his lip trying to stop the low pained whine that slipped out through gritted teeth when he heard them say it.
’Beg.’
“Please — you— you can’t make me do this—”
“What do you think, another three weeks? Or should we do four? You know I can starve you as long as I want to. It's not like you’ll die.”
Aris choked on his words, his throat closed up at every attempt, and nothing came out but a pitiful, terrified whimper.
Oh, he loathed it. A prouder version of himself might have held out, just to spare himself the shame. But it had been weeks. It had been weeks and god—it was the smell of them.
It was the sound of Rowe’s heart beating.
The way he could feel the blood pulsing through his owner’s veins—it was driving him beyond insane—he could barely think at all—
Fuck it.
His voice cracked and he felt the tears spill over.
That was no time for pride.
A icy pang of dread accompanied the realization that he had never been allowed to beg for forgiveness like this. Not for something this bad.
He only had one chance.
What if he got it wrong?
What if Rowe changed their mind—and—
please, I don’t know what you—
I—I don’t—
I don’t know how to please you.
He gazed desperately at the cut on Rowe’s shoulder through teary, glistening eyes.
Please—this has to work.
Slowly, he lowered himself to the floor, all the way down to Rowe’s shoes.
When that boot didn’t immediately rise up to crack across his face, he allowed himself to exhale, brushing his lips just barely against the cool leather.
The steel toe.
Kissing the thing that could slam into his face at any moment, that could shatter his entire jaw in a second, if Rowe so chose it. He was desperate.
He could only pray that this would please them.
His voice was a shaky whisper against the freshly shined leather—
”Please—please, please, please-”
Slowly but firmly, Rowe's boot hooked under his chin, forcing his head up to face them.
“Almost there, sweetheart.” A sickly sweet smile spread across their face. They could feel him shaking through the leather.
‘God, you're so gorgeous like this.’
“Please what... Come on, pet, tell me what you want.”
Rowe looped the chain that connected to his collar around in their palm once more, and Aris nearly choked when the metal tightened around his throat.
But he stayed down.
He knew better.
“Don’t be shy now, pretty. Tell me what you need.”
Every time Rowe opened their mouth, Aris felt another pang of humiliation hit his chest. He wanted to curl in on himself and cry.
But he knew better, and he pressed his lips once more against the leather of Rowe’s shoes, trailing slow kisses from the steel tip to the laces.
Though the thought of blood never faded from his mind, he started to drift into the task without realizing it.
His head felt fuzzy and so... heavy.
He heard Rowe give a pleased hum from somewhere above him, and felt his mind slowly melting into a foggy, desperate sludge—disorienting waves wrapped around his chest and his head until he was open-mouthed and tonguing at the laces and whining again.
Each breath was laced with an edge of something from deep within his chest. Something that had long since wound itself around his mind--a slow, slithering python that had now found its moment strike.
And when he felt the weight of Rowe’s other boot rest heavily on the back of his neck, he groaned.
It was bliss.
It was forgiveness.
It was a relief to be good.
To obey.
To have pleased them.
It was a relief dwarfed only by an imagined end to his hunger, but a relief he would take nonetheless.
Aris remained there, lips and tongue pressed to his owner’s shoe, worshiping in relief and in reverie, for as long as Rowe decided to keep him there.
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Update 11/23: I did a rewrite of this I think its much better now <33
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Hi gays and those who refuse to believe they are gay [/silly] I am back on my WTTT incorrect quotes BS.
Georgia: Yo dumbass, get over here!
Florida (petting an alligator): On my way!
Texas (speeding by): I'm coming!
Florida (sadly): Oh. I thought...I was dumbass...
Sorry Florida, but you're nothing on Texas with 3 large Buckee's cups of Red Bull and 72 hours of no sleep. Don't worry, you're still Georgia's feral gremlin (:
#characters are a bit OC but at this point we're all making fandom out of fandom of the canon anyway so eh#georgia is a dad#texas is very silly please accept#florida sometimes gets scared by texas too#Does anyone want me to write a hc on that-#anygays#welcome to the table#wttt#wttt florida#wttt georgia#wttt texas#wttt incorrect quotes
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I know it’s a few days late, but any chance we can get a tiny Matt and Hallie winning the cup blurb? I miss them.
This is way late, but yes. I will always accept any suggestions about writing Matthew and Hallie. They are my whole heart🤍I hope you love this.
Hallie had never been more uncomfortable in her life as she shifted her weight in the seat, easing her way back down. The pressure in her legs and feet was immense, and the “comfy” leggings she’d opted to wear weren’t comfy at all, but they sure beat sitting in jeans for 60 minutes after she’d given birth.
5:45
That was all that was left in game 7.
A wild rollercoaster this playoff series had been. With wins losses, and a brand new baby tkachuk born between games 6 and 7. Thomas and baby Lilly, who wasn’t the baby anymore were seated between Keith and Chantal, Taryn was holding the newest member of the family Joshua, who had come roaring into the world only 3 days prior, and Brady was sitting next to her. Hallie was exhausted, excited, nauseous, and she had to pee more than she’d ever had to in her life but nothing could pry her out of her seat at this moment. Watching Florida fall last summer in Vegas had been awful. The fallout from a hard fought series had been even worse, and the injury that Matthew had suffered has been a terrible start to the summer, and caused weeks of turmoil in their homes. The result at the end when the final buzzer went off would make it all worth it. She hoped.
She glanced at the clock.
1:00 left.
She felt someone bump her and she looked over the find Brady grinning. Wordlessly he reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers and gave it a squeeze.
“I’m so happy to have you here with us.” He said so that only she could hear.
If the result at the end of the game wasn’t going to bring her to tears, Brady definitely did. She felt like it was only a short bit ago that he’d wiped her tears, held her hand and promised to keep her secret about Lilly back in Calgary, every bit as loving as an uncle and brother in law could be, should be, and was. As the minutes ticked by, and the clock wound down she and Brady made their way to their feet, still holding hands.
5 4 3 2 1
Everyone in the suite started to scream including Thomas and Lilly, and Hallie felt hot tears streaming down her face as she watched sticks, helmets and gloves fly all over the ice and the benches clear.
He had done it. Her Matthew was a Stanley cup champion. Brady too was crying as they turned to eachother, fingers still entwined and each let out a strangled cry before they leaned in to hug.
“He did it!” Brady whisper yelled in her ear as he squeezed her tightly and they swayed on the spot. When he let her go he leaned down to accept Thomas’s high five “Up top buddy! Daddy won!”
“Does this mean you will win one next year?” Thomas asked with a big smile “Because if you don’t, daddy will make fun of you.”
The group around them laughed as Brady slapped the brim of Thomas’s hat, pushing it down over his eyes while he giggled and straightened himself out, turning to look up at Hallie. He reached forward and squeezed Hallie’s leg, big smile full of missing teeth. He looked so much like Matthew.
“Thomas look!” Keith called. Hallie glanced up to see them on the Jumbotron and Thomas started flapping his arms around and making a big fuss.
She accepted hugs from Keith and Chantal, the other wives and girlfriends, and finally Taryn who gave her one and handed Josh back, as he started to fuss.
Hallie pulled out a bottle and sat to feed him. Her legs and lower body were killing her and she desperately needed some sleep, but this was all worth it now. Her kids had gotten to see their dad win a Stanley cup. How cool was that? Well not Joshua because he slept through the whole thing, but when they talked about it years from now he would know he was there. She let out a breath and turned her eyes to the Jumbotron to watch the festivities down on the ice. Families weren’t allowed out there until the handshake line ended, and the cup was passed from player to player so she had time to get her thoughts together before then. Everything seemed blurry around her as she watched the cup get passed, waiting with baited breath as it got closer to Matthew. He’d done a lot of great things since she’d known him, but this accomplishment would take the cake. His achievements as a hockey player now matched his achievement of being a great father.
She felt a hand on her arm “Hey mama. They’re ready for us.” Chantal smoothed a piece of her hair and gave her shoulder a squeeze “Proud of you honey. You made this week even better by giving us another little angel.”
She smiled and closed her eyes with a nod, another tear running down her cheek. As Chantal helped her to her feet they began to gather their things and make their way out of the suite to the steps.
“Do you want me to take him back?” Taryn asked from behind her.
“No I got him but can you grab my bag please?” Taryn hitched it over he shoulder and fell instep behind her as they formed a line.
“Brady stand in front of her so she doesn’t fall. Be careful walking.” Keith commented motioning at the stairs as she made her way slowly down them, sliding against the wall to keep her balance while she couldn’t grab the railing. She could feel her phone buzzing in her jacket pocket and the texts from friends and probably Carly and Noah, who’d promised they’d be watching, but she would answer those later. Right now, she just needed to see Matthew.
People were everywhere on the ice as media, families and staff began to filter on to it. People were crying, yelling and celebrating. Kids ran to dads, girlfriends ran to boyfriends, parents congratulated their sons with proud tears in their eyes.
“Daddy!” Thomas exclaimed pointing.
Matthew turned and spotted them, smiling so wide Hallie thought his face might crack. Thomas hurried ahead of her, nearly falling as he reached him and she made her way gingerly across the ice with the rest of the family. He accepted hugs, congratulations, and pats on the back from all his family members until it was just her left after she passed Joshua to Chantal. He put a hand on either side of her face reached a thumb out to wipe a mascara streak away.
“Why are you crying?” He asked leaning down to look at her.
“I’m just so proud of you.”
“Be proud of you too. Without you, none of this would have happened. My life sucked before I met you, and look at us now.” He motioned over her shoulder and she turned “We have a beautiful house, three beautiful kids, 2 cats and a Stanley cup. And it’s all because you agreed to go out with me. We should put your name on this cup.”
She snorted out a laugh and wiped her nose “Well if you insist.” She reached forward and squeezed him as tightly as she could, eyes closing as she listened to the roar of the celebration behind them.
He ran a hand over her hair and was quiet a second before he said casually “So when do you want to have another baby?”
She whipped her head up and started laughing, wiping the wetness under her eyes “Funny guy. If I hadn’t just had one 4 days ago, I’d indulge you but tough luck.”
“Damn.”
“Maybe if you win one next season we can talk.”
He grinned and kissed the side of her head before turning to look at Brady “Your gonna be an uncle again bro.”
Brady looked Hallie up and down and frowned, confused “Wait-what? But you-what?”
“Nevermind. Come on, they wanna do pictures. Let’s get one without the cup first.”
The Tkachuk’s hustled in to crowd around Matthew as his teammates took turns taking pictures with the cup. To his right, Keith, Chantal, Thomas in front holding Matthew’s hand. To the left Brady, Taryn and Lilly. She held baby Joshua, and Matthew reached an arm around her and gave her a squeeze.
This was her family. A family she once didn’t even want to be a part of. Anyone who said good luck wasn’t real had never experienced it. She smiled softly as she turned back to the photographer.
“Alright Tkachuk’s. Smile!”
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sandspur named sansper. san for short.
#trans lesbian from florida. her favorite activity is swamp#she kills 10 thousand mosquitos every day#the palm frond shes holding will be used as a broom. shes camping and forgot to grab one. sand everywhere she needs it out.#i was thinking abt how i pronounce sandspur as sansper n thought. sansper sounds like a name. and then i started thinking of#the coolest possible glades dweller that could ever exist as her personality so#yeah. bam done#labyposting#labyart#my art#digital art#whhhat would this be considered as? furry? botanical? just plain oc? concept?#whatever#oc art#my oc
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Florida Man (2023). The Realest Goddamned Place on Earth.
@lgbtqcreators bingo - free space
#edgar ramirez#edgarramirezedit#florida man#florida man 2023#floridamanedit#netflixedit#dailynetflix#userhallie#userbess#chewieblog#userbbelcher#rey1x1#usertelevisions#userentertainments#pocfiction#dilfsource#dailymenedit#mensource#pocpopculture#[oc]#[florida man]
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christmas engagement | Matthew tkachuk - s.media blurb
part of holidays with equallyshaw
just something small!
@mariestclare: st louis and chicago - who'd a thought? best christmas gift ever 🫶🏻
tag: matthewtkachuk
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@taryntkachuk: im still crying !!
@mariestclare: same bestie same
@bradytkachuk: I guess this is ok
@mariestclare: I guess your ok
@_quinnhughes: congrats, so happy for you guys!!
@matthewtkachuk: thanks q!
@mariestclare: thankyou fav hughes!
@jackhughes: im gonna rescind my congrats
@lhughes_06: same
@mariestclare: I take it back @elblue6 is my fav
@elblue6: love you guys, congratulations!
@chantaltkachuk: cant wait to welcome you into the family - officially!
@mariestclare: love you chantal!
@ehtkachuk: im so excited to be sister in laws!!!!!
@mariestclare: SAME
@johnnygaudreau: finally
@matthewtkachuk: hush
@mariestclare: the drama
@meredithgaudreau: omg this makes my next visit so much sweeter
@mariestclare: ik!
@mariesbrother: youre marrying my fav hockey player, sweet
@mariestclare: yes we love the priorities
@bradtkachuk: bye
@mariesbrother: BYE Brady
@matthewtkachuk: lmao
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@matthewtkachuk: you saying yes, is the best christmas gift ever.
tag: mariestclare
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@mariestclare: love you too jupiter and back 🫶🏻
@matthewtkachuk: I love you infinitely
@taryntkachuk: god the last one is just killing me
@ehtkachuk: same gf same
@bradytkachuk: the first oh god
@chantaltkachuk: you guys were so cute!
@elblue6: congratulations guys, sending something special in the mail!
@mariestclare: mama hughes, you didnt have too but we'll love it! thankyou🤍
@matthewtkachuk: thankyou mama hughes!
@jackhughes: congrats bro!
@matthewtkachuk: thanks j!
@floridapanthers: our family growing just a bit more, congratulations to you both❤️
@matthewtkachuk: thankyou guys!
@mariestclare: love you guys!
@joshnorris: Matty's all grown up 🥺
@austonmatthews34: aweeee I still remember you not knowing how to ask her out .. look how far we've come @bradytkachuk
@mariestclare: thats actually so endearing but not the brady part
@bradytkachuk: bite me marie
@/ matthewtkachuk: ill never live that down
@mariestclare: no you never will
@/ austonmatthews34: no chance bud, but congrats
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#daily doodle#oc#luna moth#booba#big tiddy committee#insect#bug#bug girl#insect girl#digital art#florida bikini#フロリダビキニ#art meme#meme outfit#truant#wings#moth wings#green hair#yellow eyes
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#furry#furry art#furry oc#sfw furry#theredghost#cat#alligator#gator#green#florida#crane#claw machine#prize#cute#Orlando#crococat
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Florida-Man fart !!
spider belongs to @peterthreee
#spidersona#spider oc#dudr i was actually dying laughing last night when noah and i were talking whilr he was makinf him#Florida-Man#hes real
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