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miceysfandomcreations · 7 months

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Dumping Astarion into Castlevania

I've recently finished Castlevania: Nocturne, and I have vampires on the brain. I'm surprised there aren't any more crossovers between BG3 and Castlevania. They both involve RPG vibes/mechanics, vaguely historical settings, and of course, vampires. I think if Astarion got dropped into Castlevania, particularly Nocturne, I think he'd have some fun interactions.

Anyway, here are my brainworms:

Let's place this story post-BG3. Astarion's level 12 and a vampire spawn on some level of the good to neutral spectrum. This is to keep him on some sort of equal level with the main characters (power-scaling between these works is so confusing). It would be interesting if he were a phantom rogue (I guess he skimmed The Necromancy of Thay). It's this ghostly rogue subclass that fits the gothic setting well.

Anyhoo, the story starts with Astarion (and Tav or Durge maybe) searching for a vampirism cure. This leads to him entering a temple about vampires. Rocks fall, he rolls a nat 1 on his dex save, and he enters a post-season 1 Nocturne world.

Astarion enters into a world of culture shock. Here, the vampires have won. There's no sun, he can walk outside 24/7. He is considered and respected as a full vampire. There are flavors and varieties of blood to drink. The eclipse has brought about vampire party time!

But his new brethren are wanton and cruel; they use humans as their pets and trample over the autonomy of those considered weaker. They worship some self-styled god that powers herself on sacrifices, and toys with her prey. Sound familiar?

Astarion tries some internal sabotage. He drives away or claims and frees the youngest victims. He shanks the nastiest (but not most powerful) vampires after luring them to isolated spaces. He swallows down his flashbacks, his disgust at himself when he does this.

His fellow vampires become suspicious of him. Astarion's forced to run. He runs and runs to the remotest areas, he subsists on the blood of animals once again.

One day, when Astarion has wrapped his mouth on the neck of a rabbit in a forest in France, he gets spotted.

"What the fuck." states Juste Belmont, who's being sick and tired of all these damn vampires around his damn hut.

Astarion manages to both explain himself and insult this murder-happy woods hermit at the same time. Juste points him toward the Nocturne gang, who's doing some plan to bring the sun back or something. Astarion remembers the feeling of the sun on his skin and decides to join.

"No point in depriving everyone else of something so sweet. Mark my words, old man, I will walk in the sun again."

Astarion somehow joins the gang that somehow doesn't go murderhobo on him at the first meeting.

I can see him becoming their spy on the inside, an intell gatherer who can freely rub elbows with vampires. No more disastrous human-only spy missions! Maybe he runs into Olrox at a fancy vampire mixer. Maybe Astarion gets reminded of his own vampire-nonvampire romance if he's with Tav. People reference historical events and Astarion has to pretend he knows what went on.

Astarion secretly thinks Alucard's the coolest guy ever (he's just like Drizzt for real), but acts all aloof around him. Having both done this save-the-world thing before, Astarion and Alucard gradually take parental/oldest sibling roles within the group.

Alucard: "I'm aware of sun veils, parasols, all sorts of innovations that allow vampires to walk in the daytime, albeit covered. How exactly did you manage that feat with no coverings at all? Magic?"

Astarion: "That's a long and complicated story. To put it succinctly, a giant squid-shaped ship abducted me one day and shoved a tadpole into my eye."

Things happen. Erzsebet gets defeated, Astarion reassures Maria and Tera that one can still have a fulfilling relationship with a loved one even after vampirism, and he leaves for his own world. There could be a scene where some powerful vampires offer him ultimate power, and tempt him to conquer Faerun under the Castlevania vampires' name. Astarion, having already gone through this ascendent nonsense once already, turns that down stat. He waves goodbye to his new friends. He walks back into Faerun's sunlight, the sunlight he must dodge again once more.

I don't think I'll make this into a full-fledged fic. Anyone is free to add on to this or make stuff based on it.

#my writing #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #castlevania #castlevania nocturne spoilers #castlevania nocturne #bg3 spoilers #alucard #alucard castlevania #adrian fahrenheit tepes #crossover

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kens-double-sunglasses · 2 years

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Another Shroud also, Diasomnia

You're the youngest

You were/are Ortho's twin

And while you think Idia needs serious therapy for making a robotic A.I. to replace your brother

You love having Ortho around to any degree

Idia is a shut in, Ortho is a social entity, and you, you just wanna have a good time

Ortho wants to go out? You're there

Idia wants to play video games? You're there

Kalim is hosting a party? You're there

I don't know why, but I've decided you're the God of Just Dance

To this day, nobody has beaten you

And they never will

Malleus

You're from the same clutch of eggs

So twins...?

Forgive me for not being well versed in the genetics and reproduction of draconic fae

But, while Lilia raised you two roughly the same, you two look similar, and act similar. You are even on par with eachother power wise

The only real difference in either of you is that he's the crown prince

If you're a girl, Malleus is considered scary while you're considered mysterious and a catch

If you're a guy, you two are basically interchangeable in the eyes of strangers. This has been tested and proven

Sebek is also all about serving you and keeping you safe, but you have better odds of escaping him

Silver is technically your Bodyguard while Sebek is technically Malleus'

The team gets kinda smooshed together because you and Mal Mal are inseparable

Thus, you're a free reign dragon because your Bodyguard has narcolepsy

Lilia

Wow. You two are old

Neither of you really super remember who's older and who's younger

So it's based on convenience

"I'm your older brother listen to me!"

"You know, you should be nicer to your little brother"

"Lilia, do you wanna be the coolest most awesome big brother ever?"

"Let me offer you some advice, as your older brother/sister/sibling"

Anyone who doesn't know better assumes you're twins and just messing with people

The only thing you do know about your ages is that you probably aren't twins

You two are fairly sure you'd remember that

Probably

You're Silver, Malleus, and kinda Sebek's cool Aunt/Uncle/Nobi

You two are pillars of history in the Briar Valley

Lilia is a Military icon and you run the socioeconomic scene

You're the reason he can't cook

You do any and all cooking that either of you would have to do and you always have

And with the way he cooks? You always will

Silver - older

Older than him, but "adopted" after him

That made childhood kinda weird

Because you were doing the protective older sibling routine while he was showing you the ropes of the family and fae society

You go to NRC with Mal mal and the old man, and when Silver arrives it's a whole reunion

There's tears and everything

Sebek likes you better because you can stay awake for extended periods of time

You carry him around whenever he falls asleep

You're probably going to pop Sebek if he keeps being a dick about the whole sleeping thing

Sebek - Older

You're the oldest

Looks up to you

Partially because you're the spitting image of your mom (you got all those "superior fae genetics")

Like, you've fallen on your face and he acts like it's the coolest most graceful thing he's ever witnessed

It's a problem

Like, you've tried to sit down and talk to him about it

But, he praised you for your concern and fucked off to do Sebek shit

#disney twst #twst x reader

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animeomegas · 3 years

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Omega!Bakugou headcanons

Anon: Pssssss imma need some more omega Bakugou like now no it make him jealous too because why not

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Anon: hi! could you do some omega!bakugou x male alpha!reader? nsfw and sfw pls <3

nesting too pls!! idk why but I love the idea of nesting sjdjsnd, pregnant bakugou fluff would be lovely too <3

AND

Anon: Hi I was wonder if you could do omega Bakugou sfw and nsfw please 🥺

(Hey, everyone!! Bakugou is very popular in my inbox! Okay, let’s write some omega!Bakugou headcanons <3 I have another request for pregnant!Bakugou, so I’ll add that part of the middle request to another post 😊 Also, I only write for a gender neutral reader. I hope you all enjoy~)

Warnings: N-sfw under a cut, suggestive behaviour multiple times not under the cut.

Nesting:

Bakugou is not an omega who is big on nesting. He does nest and he’s very proud of his nest, but he doesn’t feel the urge to nest super often.

He doesn’t keep a permanent, all year-round nest, he’s kind of a clean freak so having to constantly clean all the blankets in his nest would drive his nuts.

He does nest during his heat and late term pregnancy, and also after periods of extreme stress, but not often outside of these times.

But if he knows his alpha likes his nests, he might build them for his alpha when they’re stressed, although he’ll claim he just felt like making it and it shouldn’t go to waste.

It’s not a very convincing lie.

His nest is not in a very popular style, mainly because Bakugou overheats so easily.

It’s a simple double mattress on a very low frame, with a couple of pillows and sheet like blankets that he normally uses as a base rather than a covering.

He has a black and red colour scheme that he thinks is the coolest thing ever, and he definitely has an All Might pillow hidden somewhere at the back that he threatens his alpha to keep a secret, it’s very cute.

He likes his nest to be in an easily defendable position, whether that be inside a large cupboard or wardrobe, or a small room with one door and a small window.

Bakugou also keeps a mini fridge by his nest, as a lot of omegas do, to store water and food, but what he has that a lot of omegas don’t, is a mini freezer too.

He keeps ice packs and ice lollies in there to help when he’s in heat because his temperature tends to get way too high.

Bakugou doesn’t like being vulnerable, so his nest is a sensitive topic for him.

It takes him quite a while to let his alpha into his nest, but he’s quicker to let them chill outside of it, holding his hand and keeping him company. He would probably let them outside his nest after courting for a year and knowing them for at least two years. When he lets them inside depends on a lot of factors, including how well they deal with him from the outside of his nest. It could be anywhere from three months to another year.

Pups:

Bakugou has always wanted some pups, but in a removed and distant kind of way. After all, becoming the No. 1 hero was far more important than any of that ‘family’ nonsense.

He only really considers pups when he’s in a very committed relationship and at a comfortable place in his career. He’s not prepared to take time off at a vulnerable career moment, after all.

Bakugou wants two children, because, while he would never admit it, he always wished he had a sibling when he was a kid, so he wants to give that to his children.

But he’s very conflicted about it.

Firstly, two pregnancy leaves would be a huge blow to his career. Prime hero years and prime ‘having children years’ are the same years, so in a way, he has to decide how to balance these two priorities. He isn’t sure he wants to risk his career with that much leave so close together (heroes can’t be in the field while pregnant at all, so it would be a huge sacrifice.)

Secondly, he’s nervous about how useless he would likely feel while pregnant. He’s a workaholic and being confined to his house and losing control over his quirk would drive him nuts.

So, he doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t share any of his concerns with his alpha, but he does take their wishes into account too. If his alpha really wants two children, Bakugou does keep that in mind. But he’s not a push over. If he decides that two maternity leaves are too many, then it’s too many. It’s his body and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise.

So, with all this in mind, Bakugou is fucking thrilled when he finds out he’s having twins.

Two pups for the price of one pregnancy leave?? Sign him the hell up!

Bakugou has twin boys, both alphas, and Bakugou just cannot believe his luck that all his problems just fixed themselves.

“But I don’t want to go!” came a defiant voice from the back seat of the car. Both you and Bakugou sighed, not keen on restarting the disagreement that had plagued the household for the entire morning. It had taken twice as long as normal this morning to get the twins dressed and in the car because of this very argument.

You could see Bakugou about to open his mouth to tell him that they had to, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?” you cooed at your oldest son.

“I don’t want you and daddy to leave…” whimpered your youngest son, answering in his brother’s stead.

Bakugou winced and reached a hand into the back and squeezed each of his son’s hands in turn.

“I know.” He said simply. You could feel his guilt, even though you both knew it was the best for all of you that the twins get used to nursery so that both you and Bakugou could go back to focusing on your careers. They would be fine, you tried to convince yourself. Millions of kids do this every year and it works out fine.

The nursery came into view, and you refocused your attention onto finding a parking space in the little car park on the side of the building. You could hear your sons shifting anxiously in the back and it pulled at your heart strings. You pulled into an empty space and turned off the engine. You and Bakugou shared a single look before moving to get your children out of the car with practiced ease.

“No,” your eldest son shouted. “I’m not going to go. I’m staying here!”

You had tried to take him out of the car seat, but he had refused to cooperate. You didn’t want to pull him out in case you hurt him. Bakugou came to stand behind you, your youngest son clutching his neck desperately.

“Let me talk to him,” he spoke softly, handing the younger twin over into your arms.

“Hey,” Bakugou said softly, leaning down to peer inside the car where his eldest son stubbornly sat with his arms crossed. “It’s okay to be scared to go to nursery, you know.”

Your oldest son visibly flinched and avoided looking at Bakugou in the eyes.

“I’m not scared, daddy. I just don’t want to.”

“Uh huh,” Bakugou said, eyebrow raised.

“I’m not!” Your son exploded. When he realised that he’d just shouted at his father, the colour drained from his face and his bottom lip started to quiver. Bakugou wordlessly held out his arms and his eldest son accepted the embrace just in time to burst into heavy tears on Bakugou’s shoulder.

“It’s alright,” Bakugou hushed. “I’m not angry at you.”

In your arms, your youngest son was watching his brother cry and letting out little whimpers into your neck. You rubbed his back soothingly and whispered that everything was going to okay.

Out of the corner of your eye, you realised another parent was staring judgementally at your family. Bakugou clearly also noticed because he bared his teeth as a warning and the parent quickly moved on. You scoffed at the idiot who thought it was a good idea to antagonise an omega who was looking after a distraught pup, let alone when said omega was a top ten hero.

“W-What if they don’t l-like me?” your eldest whimpered out.

“Here,” Bakugou wiped some of the tears away with his thumb. “How about this, you tell me if anyone is mean to you and I’ll sort it out, how does that sound?”

“But…” your son hesitated. “But what will you do?”

Bakugou grinned.

“I’ll make their parents regret doing such a shitty job at parenting.”

You gasped, halfway between scandalised and amused.

“Katsuki!” you reprimanded and smacked his lightly on the shoulder.

It did seem to cheer up your sons, though, who were now giggling at your antics.

“Daddy said a bad word,” your youngest twin giggled to you.

“He did,” you pressed your lips together. “And it was very naughty of him.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and instead placed the pup in his arms on the floor, taking him by the hand. You did the same and slowly, you both made your way toward the school gate. The mood dropped, but neither of your children tried to resist.

You could see a teacher standing at the gate to escort the new students and you made your way over.

“Remember,” Bakugou said before you reached the gate, stopping you all for a moment. “We’ll be back in this many hours,” he held up three fingers. “Can you guys tell me how many this is?”

“One… two… three…” they both said together.

“That’s right! See? You guys are going to be the smartest ones in there,” Bakugou boasted, ruffling their hair.

“Careful,” you teased. “They’ll turn into you.”

“Are you saying I’m always the smartest person in the room?” Bakugou grinned back.

“No, I’m saying you always think you’re the smartest person in the room.”

“Oi!” he growled, knocking his shoulder with yours. The pups giggled again, seeming to be in higher spirits. You escorted them to the gate at the front of the playground and let the teacher introduce herself.

And with one final goodbye, your pups were off into the nursery and out of sight.

You and Bakugou walked to the car in silence, digesting what had happened and processing that your little ones were now old enough for nursery. You both slipped back into the car and began the drive home.

It was weird to think that your children were neither with you, nor at home waiting for you, but that kind of existential deep dive could wait until later.

Bakugou’s hand settled just a little bit too high on your thigh. For the moment, it was time to appreciate the novelty of an empty house.

Jealously:

I don’t think anyone would be very surprised to find out that Bakugou can get quite jealous on occasion.

In the early days of your relationship, he’s very nervous that his alpha is going to find a ‘better’ omega, an omega who is more traditional, and leave him for them. It takes a lot of bravery for him to leave himself vulnerable to being abandoned, and occasionally the insecurities seep through.

He hates the whiny, simpering omegas that plaster themselves onto the nearest alpha, and it makes him furious to see anyone doing that to you.

He has no subtlety, no brooding angst, he just threatens the other omega(s) away to their face, and then drags you somewhere private to cover you in his scent.

Later in the relationship, things change. He’s extremely confident that his alpha is his. Why would they ever leave him? He’s the best fucking omega ever!

Instead, he gets jealous if he isn’t getting enough attention because you’re spending too much time with someone else.

He doesn’t do this in a possessive way, it’s just that he doesn’t get a whole lot of free time and when his alpha spends that free time with someone else? Another omega? He’s pissed.

He gets surly and passive aggressive about it, and it’s extremely obvious.

The best way to fix it is to just give him lots of attention, he won’t behave like this is you have to leave for something important (he understands duty like the best of them), so it’s very easy to address.

Bakugou idly stirred a pot of miso soup as the radio in the kitchen blasted out whatever awful top 40 song it had picked this morning. He had only put it on to fill the silence really, which was the only thing this awful excuse for music was good for in his opinion.

He was making breakfast for the two of you as a kind of mini celebration. He had two days off in a row, the first time in a couple of months because of his crazy work schedule and he wanted to make sure he spent every moment that he could with his alpha. And so, here he was, getting up early to prepare breakfast for your both.

There was a lull in noise as the radio switched between songs, and in the few moments of silence, Bakugou could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom. He grinned. Perfect timing.

He put down the last plate and waited for you to come out, you should be here any second now.

Fiddling with your shirt one last time you swung open your bedroom door, bag on your shoulder, finally ready to leave. You were interrupted momentarily by a delicious scent in the air. Bakugou must be cooking, so you followed the smell to the kitchen and walked in to say goodbye to him, vaguely sad that you were going to be missing his food, but he was probably only making himself something to bring to work, anyway.

And then you saw the elaborate breakfast spread your heart stopped. Had you forgotten an anniversary? Bakugou looked just as shocked to see you dressed up and ready to leave. However, his shock soon melts into frustration.

“Why are you all dressed up?” he growled, the excitement that had been on his face when you walked in now gone. “You said you weren’t working today.”

“I’m not,” you said quietly, confused as to why he was so upset. “Izuku messaged me while I was getting dressed and invited me for brunch, I was just going to meet him.”

Bakugou’s face screwed up at your words. He went to open his mouth but then stopped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was doing the breathing exercises that his therapist taught him for when he was angry. What had you done to make him this upset?

The relaxing exercises clearly weren’t working for him because he stood up from the table and stalked out of the room suddenly, shutting himself in your bedroom. You winced as the door slammed shut behind him.

Oh dear… you had made your mate so upset that he had shut himself away in your bedroom. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot. It was time for some damage control (and a quick check of the calendar to makes sure you hadn’t actually forgotten an anniversary or something.)

You shot a quick text to Midoriya, apologising for cancelling and letting him know that something had come up. He sent back a ‘don’t worry!’ message and about six smiling emojis. Well, at least he wasn’t also mad at you.

Fishing out a tray from the cupboard above the sink, you stacked it up with as much food from the table as you could, thankful that it appeared to still be warm, and carried it to your bedroom door.

“Katsuki?” you called out, knocking on the door with your foot. “I’m coming in, is that okay?”

There was silence. Well, silence was better than swearing, so you carefully slid open the door and moved towards the brooding lump on the bed.

“The fuck do you want?” he growled. “I thought you were going out to eat with Deku?”

You froze at his vicious tone. Was he jealous? Well, that was a lot easier to solve than forgetting an anniversary, at least. With a smile, you slid the tray onto the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind you mate, letting out a reassuring scent. You wrapped your arms around him, ignoring how he tensed in your embrace, and whispered into his ear.

“Why would I spend time with Midoriya when I could be spending time with you, hmm?” you whispered, purposefully blowing hot air onto his neck. You revelled in his full body shiver. “The only reason I accepted plans with Midoriya was because I thought you were going to work.” You pressed as close to him as you could and placed a single kiss right behind his ear. Bakugou melted at the affection.

“Come on now,” you continued, a coy smile on your face. “Let’s not let this delicious breakfast go to waste.”

You reached over and scooped a little bit of rice onto your fingers before holding it up to his lips. Bakugou opened his mouth with only a small grumble in complaint, and you made sure to push your fingers a little deeper inside than perhaps absolutely necessary.

“I promise I’ll make this morning’s misunderstanding up to you.”

Miscellaneous:

Bakugou’s scent is fairly sweet but still quite smoky.

When he’s upset/stressed, his scent is like burnt sugar, and when he’s very happy/excited, he smells like almost like a marshmallow roasting on a bonfire.

It’s a very pleasant scent but it does tend to divide people. Some love it, and others hate it. Bakugou doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about his scent (except his alpha, but shh, that’s a secret!)

In his family, his father is an omega and his mother is an alpha and while they are happy together, Bakugou always promised himself that he would never end up in a relationship like that. He didn’t want some alpha bossing him around like his mother bossed around his father.

Bakugou finds meek alphas (and people) annoying, but he doesn’t like super aggressive alphas either. He’s attracted to people who exist in the middle of those extremes.

Bakugou knew he was an omega from birth, and it was something he was very insecure about for a long time. It was a big part of why he turned out the way he did as a child, he was making up for something that he viewed as a weakness by being as aggressive as possible.

His mother wasn’t great at making him feel secure in his secondary gender, assuming he would like certain things and pushing him in certain directions simply because he was an omega.

His father said that he was there if Bakugou had any questions, but he let Bakugou reach out to him instead of reaching out to Bakugou, and Bakugou was too proud to make the first move.

Bakugou ends up deciding that being an omega wasn’t going to stop him becoming the No. 1 hero. He decided that he could overcome being an omega.

It wasn’t until he was an adult that he actually started to accept being an omega was a part of him that he didn’t need to overcome, but that he could instead embrace and that it didn’t make him weak to do so.

When he does become a mainstream hero, he makes sure to always tell the omega children that he meets that they can do whatever they want and still be an omega.

N-sfw under the cut

Bakugou is a switch, mostly.

Oftentimes he switches multiple times in the same session, so his alpha needs to be quite the brat tamer to keep him from getting frustrated and trying to get on top so that he can control the pace.

He has a very high sex drive, and he likes to have a partner who can match him because he way prefers sex to masturbating.

It would be hard to find someone whose chest and nipples are as sensitive as Bakugou’s, and when he’s in heat, he can definitely orgasm just from his chest being stimulated.

Bakugou is also definitely a squirter, something which he was very shocked and embarrassed to find out.

Bakugou generally prefers slightly rougher sex. He gets bored when the pace is too slow and definitely scratches and bites (and is happy to receive the same in return).

When he’s in heat, Bakugou is a bit different.

He’s not a pillow prince by any means, but he is definitely a lot more passive than he is normally.

He’s not super loud, but he definitely swears a lot, even between waves of heat when he gets grumpy that he’s too hot and sticky. That swearing is a lot less sexy though.

Bakugou’s sexual side doesn’t really come out outside of his own home. He doesn’t like flaunting anything in public and can even get uncomfortable talking about sex with his friends, especially when they tease him with personal questions. He’s definitely a private person when it comes to sex.

Although that is not to say he isn’t confident in the expression of his own sexuality, much to opposite is true. He is definitely the kind of person to order some new toy or outfit on the internet every month to surprise his alpha.

He’s sexy and he knows it, so why not?

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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Down The Chimney Like Ol’ Saint Nick

Summary: A heated debate between the Everett siblings break out about Santa causing them to take their arguments to the next level...

Word Count: 3228

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“Santa is totally real!” Renata slammed her hands on the table, causing the Christmas cookies on the tippy top of the plate to fall over.

“Please,” Prisha picked up the fallen treats and placed them back on the plate. “You still believe he exists at your age?”

“Yeah,” Renata huffed and sat back down in her chair. “And Clem does too! Right?” Renata looked over at her younger sister who was nibbling on a cookie. Clementine glanced up from her snack and gave a short nod.

“Yeah, Santa exists.” Her answer made the eldest sister groan in annoyance. Prisha pressed a hand to her temple.

“You two are nearing highschool and you still believe that an old beard man sneaks down our chimney and gives those gifts to us?”

“Not all the gifts.” Renata shook her head. “Just the ones that say they’re from good ol’ Saint Nick.”

“Yeah,” Clementine grabbed another cookie, taking a sip of milk before taking a large bite out of the sweet. “The ones labeled from us were obviously bought by us.”

Prisha let her head fall onto the table. Renata and Clementine shared a look then glanced back at their oldest sibling.

“Mom believes,”

Renata’s statement made Prisha’s head shoot up. “No way. Mother is far smarter than that.”

Clementine’s eyes narrowed. “Are you calling us dumb then?”

The realization made Prisha hold up her hands defensively. “Now wait-”

“She did!” Renata shook her head. “ I can’t believe our own sister thinks we’re just a bunch of dumbasses.”

“Who’s a bunch of dumbasses?” Marlon strolled forward, a happy smile on his face as he sat down beside Renata.

“Prisha said we’re stupid.” Clementine answered her stepbrother's question, making him pause for a second while he was grabbing a cookie.

She did?” Mitch’s voice drew the siblings’ attention to the doorway where Aasim and Mitch were making their way into the kitchen. “Sounds like Prisha.” The brunette smirked and took a spot beside the sister he had just insulted.

“I did no such thing!” Prisha looked annoyed by her sibling’s words.

“But you implied it,” Renata pointed at Prisha with a cookie.

“Why would you imply that they’re stupid?” Aasim took a spot by Clementine and moved to pour himself a glass of milk.

“Because they believe in Santa,” Prisha replied before downing the rest of her milk.

“You believe in Santa too!” Marlon asked, cookie crumbs flying out of his mouth that hung slightly ajar. The blond’s eyes shone with excitement at the news.

“Yep! We are believers!” Renata smiled proudly at her brother. “Unlike that one over there. I think her name was Pushy or something.”

“It’s Prisha,” The eldest sister snapped. “Stop trying to provoke me.”

Mitch gave a snort. “You believe in him too?”

“Yeah,” Renata leaned back. “What, you don’t believe in jolly old Saint Nick?”

“No! That would be stupid,” Mitch paused when he noticed that Clementine looked slightly hurt by that. “Wait, Clem, do you believe in him too?” Clementine gave a nod. “Growing up in the foster system I didn’t really get anything except once a year when I would get a gift from Santa. Even after I got adopted, I’d get a gift in the same wrapping paper and written in Santa’s handwriting.”

Prisha and Mitch were quiet, neither wanting to point out that most likely it was that Carley had continued on that Christmas tradition for Clementine, most likely in hopes that her daughter could hold onto a piece of Christmas magic when so many other parts of childhood innocence were taken from her.

“Well, logic seems to lean towards disproving his existence,” Aasim placed a hand on his chin. “How could a man with that body type fit into every single chimney? Chimney designs change over the years and there are many different sizes.” The brother snatched a cookie, breaking off a corner and tossing it in his mouth.

“With magic, duh.” Renata took two cookies and shoved them in her mouth.

“Yeah, there’s a ton of things that science can’t explain that still happen in the world,” Marlon added, making Renata smile over at her brother.

“Regardless, one thing that can’t possibly be achievable is how he can go across the world in one evening stopping at each house and giving personalized gifts.” Prisha leaned on her elbows and looked at her sister. “Care to explain that one?”

Renata opened her mouth but before she could speak Prisha added one more thing. “And don’t say magic.”

“It’s the miracle of Christmas,” Clementine crossed her arms. “Miracles happen every year.” Marlon and Renata nodded in agreement of their youngest sibling’s statement.

Mitch rolled his eyes. “There’s no fucking way.”

“Oh yeah?” Marlon looked over at his brother. “Dad believes and he’s the smartest guy we know.”

“That’s not true,” Aasim tutted and shook his head. This argument continued for some time. Each side of the argument brought new information into the mix while the six siblings continued to eat the cookies. After a while the cookies were demolished and the milk jug empty but both sides were still heated as ever about the conversation, neither willing to back down from their stance on the subject.

“Fine, I guess there’s only one way to prove it!” Marlon stood up from his spot at the table. “I’m gonna go down the chimney in Dad’s Santa suit!”

“The mere fact that Dad has a fat Santa suit proves he doesn’t exist!” Aasim pressed his hands on the table.

“He just wants to cosplay as Santa.” Renata shot back. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to dress up as the coolest dude in the world!”

“Why would an old as balls man be the coolest dude in the world?” Mitch quirked an eyebrow, a smirk plain on his face.

“Because he gives gifts to all the little boys and girls of the world!” Clementine leaned back in her chair. “He even gives us gifts too.”

“Fine, put on the suit and climb down the chimney.” Prisha let out a tired sigh. “It will prove nothing.”

“You’re just scared because when we prove we’re right you won’t have a leg to stand on,” Marlon’s words seem to light a fire in the three siblings who were opposed to the belief in Santa.

“That won’t prove shit!” Mitch jumped up from his spot. “It’s easy to go down a chimney. The hard part is climbing back up! I’m gonna prove Santa couldn’t do it.”

The six siblings all silently stared at each other. A weird tension danced in the air around them when suddenly Renata made the first move. Throwing a used napkin at Mitch as a distraction, she began sprinting and laughing as she disappeared from the kitchen and sprinted down a hall. The five siblings looked confused by the action until their lovable, bubbly sister returned.

“Marlon,’ Renata whispered “Where’s the Santa suit.”

Her question made Marlon and Mitch’s eyes grow large. The pair of brothers shared a look then started fighting to get out of the kitchen first. There was only one Santa fat suit but two challengers. Whoever got to the suit first would have the advantage.

“Dad’s study!” Marlon called out as he held Mitch in a headlock which he easily got out of. Mitch tried to pants Marlon in revenge. Clementine, Prisha and Aasim watched in curious silence as their brothers fought each other while Renata hopped this way and that to find the suit.

After a few minutes she returned, barely able to hold the massive costume in her arms, with a bright smile on her face. “Ready to become Santa, Marlon?”

“Hell yeah!” Marlon ran over and Renata and Clementine helped their brother get in the suit.

“This isn’t fair,” Mitch complained as he frowned at Marlon who had donned the Santa fat suit and white beard.

“Why don’t you just make your own if it's that important?” Aasim got up to stretch his arms.

“Yeah, it’s not like this will prove anything,” Prisha rose up from her spot as well.

“Did you guys hear that?’ Renata had a smug expression on her face. “It sounds like the ghost of Christmas Bore.”

Prisha’s lips tightened when she heard the insult. She had had enough of her sister’s remarks. “Fine, we’ll play your stupid little game!” She glared at Renata who looked rather pleased with herself. “Mitch, there are some pillows we can use to imitate the fat suit.”

“I can grab Dad’s red bathrobe too!” Aasim offered and soon the trio was off to create their own Santa suit. When they returned they began to work on stuffing pillows into the bathrobe as Mitch smiled confidently at Marlon who returned the smile in kind.

“Alright,” Clementine moved forward. “We have our two Santas. Mitch will try to climb up the chimney and Marlon will try to go down the chimney.”

“Two Santas enter the ring, only one leaves!” Renata declared grandly. Within seconds the siblings were off to the chimney to prove that their side was right.

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Carley could feel a slight chill run down her spine as a gentle winter wind blew past her. She made a little sound in reaction to the cold, causing her husband to pause.

“You alright, Car?” Lee looked over with a concerned expression.

“I’m fine, Lee. Just a little cold,” Carley replied with a smile.

“Well, let’s finish up this walk and get back home for some nice hot cocoa by the fireplace.” Lee’s offer made Carley’s smile grow.

“I’d like that,” She gave Lee’s hand a small squeeze and the two continued to walk back to their house hand in hand. “Think the kids behaved?”

“Well, considering that we haven’t heard news of a fire or an explosion going off, I’d say we’re in the clear.” Lee smiled playfully over at his wife.

“If that did happen, it would be because of your sons.”

“ My sons?” Lee stopped for a second. “What happened to saying they were our sons?” “They’re only your sons when they get in trouble,” Carley answered with a teasing expression.

“Oh yeah? Well let’s hope the house is in one piece when we get back. I’m sure the kids had their fair share of mischief.” Carley gave a good-natured chuckle. “With our kids there’s never a boring day.”

“That’s the truth,” Lee stopped in his tracks; they were only a few houses away from their own. A nervousness overtook his face, giving Carley pause.

“Is everything alright, Lee?”

“Hmmm,” Lee looked up. “Oh yeah. It’s just...” He used his free hand to rummage around in his winter coat. After a few seconds he pulled out a sprig of mistletoe and held it above their heads. “I thought it wouldn’t be Christmas without mistletoe and you know how wild the house can get.”

Carley smiled lovingly at her husband then leaned forward, capturing his lips in a warm, soft kiss. Lee’s eyes closed and he deepened the kiss, his gloved hands gently cupping Carley’s face. The two pulled apart and stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Both of them had huge grins on their faces when suddenly they heard a voice call out to them.

“Mom! Dad!” Renata scampered forward and fell into a pile of snow a few feet away from her parents. Lee and Carley immediately ran over to their daughter.

“Renata, what happened?’ Carley asked with concern. She and Lee began to slowly help guide her back onto her feet.

Renata shook off the snow from her face and winter coat. “Marlon got his ass stuck in the chimney! Oh, and Mitch got stuck too! But not his ass, he got his face, or more like his upper body, stuck in the chimney too!”

Renata’s words made Lee and Carley share a worried look before following their daughter who continued to skid and slip as she led the way. When they got in view of the house they saw Marlon in a Santa suit on the top of the chimney. His face was red and his butt was firmly planted in the hole of the chimney, causing his legs to be stuck in an awkward upward position. Aasim and Prisha were pulling desperately on their brother’s arms but it seemed to do little to help.

“Renata, where’s Mitch?” Lee looked towards his daughter who pulled her attention away from the rather funny sight.

“I’ll show you,” Renata grabbed her dad’s hand and guided him towards the front door.

“I’ll help Marlon,” Carley called out to her husband then strode towards the ladder that had been set up by her kids. When she reached the ladder she could hear the conversation being shared between Prisha and Aasim. She began to climb until they were in view.

“I argue that the best course of action would be for one of us to pull while the other tries to unwedge him.” Aasim offered.

Prisha shook her head. “I disagree. I figure that if we pull at a certain angle that will give Marlon enough of an opening to get himself out of the chimney.”

“G-G-Guys,” Marlon’s teeth chattered. “Can we try one now then if that doesn’t work do the other?” He gave a few sneezes, each one making his head fly forward with the force of it.

“I agree with Marlon,” The sudden appearance of their mother’s voice made the three kids’ eyes widen in alarm. “I want to hear the whole story afterwards,” Carley began to make her way onto the roof. “But first let’s get your brother out of there.” Prisha and Aasim both moved forward to help their mother. Aasim steaded the ladder as she stepped off while Prisha gave her mom a hand up.

“Thank you,” Carley smiled at her kids before looking at where Marlon was stuck, a small frown pulling on the corner of her lips. This was going to be quite the challenge.

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“Clem! I got Dad!” Renata exclaimed, making the youngest of the siblings glance up from her task of trying to pull Mitch out of the chimney. Her hands were wrapped around his waist.

“Looks like you got yourself in quite the pickle, son.” Lee couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. His son was stuck in the chimney in a red bathrobe that was filled to the brim with pillows, his butt prominently sticking out

“It’s not funny, Dad.” Mitch grumbled. “It’s really tight in here!”

“Alright,” Lee strolled forward and observed the situation for a minute. There was a solution that could potentially work if all the pieces fit. “Clementine, could you fit in that spot of the chimney?” Lee pointed at the small gap in the opening between Mitch and the chimney. Clementine looked confused for a second but then started to get the idea.

“Yeah, I think I can, Lee,” Clementine squatted and shimmied her way into the spot.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to undo the bathrobe belt and start getting the pillows out.”

“Okay,” Clementine’s voice was slightly muffled but she got started. Renata scampered forward and began to help from the outside, taking the pillows from her little sister and tossing them back until enough were gone and Mitch was free. He fell backwards, landing hard on his butt. Mitch blinked wildly, his face covered in a fine layer of soot. Renata, Clem and Lee all shared a look before starting to laugh which made Mitch’s face turn down into a deep frown.

“Whatever, I-” Mitch paused, his nose scrunching up before he let out a plethora of sneezes. Clouds of soot danced in the air from the force of the sneezes.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Lee helped up his son and walked him over to the bathroom to get all the soot off his face and hair.

It took a couple of minutes but by the time they were done Carley had successfully gotten Marlon out and she and the other kids were back in the house. Once the whole family was gathered around Carley spoke up.

“Now who’s going to tell me what happened here?”

“We were trying to prove Santa was real,” Renata answered. “Even though some who shall remain nameless don't believe,” Renata shot a stink eye over to Aasim and Prisha who looked done with their sister.

“How does going into the chimney prove Santa is real?” Lee looked around at his kids.

“Because Santa does it,” Clementine stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But both Marlon and me got stuck so that proves that Santa isn’t real.” Mitch smiled proudly over his siblings.

“No!” Renata shook her head wildly. “That doesn’t prove anything!”

The six siblings got into another heated debate when Carley spoke up.

“Alright, enough. No more arguing about this and never do something like this again. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.” Their mother’s words caused all the siblings to stop in their bickering.

“Your mother is right,” Lee took a step forward. “It was stupid thing to do. You could’ve fallen, or inhaled ashes or could’ve frozen out there. I-” Lee stopped when he noticed his son’s condition. Marlon stood there, his nose scrunched before he began to sneeze again and again until he nearly fell over from the force of one. His body began to shiver violently, causing his parents’ faces to grow worried.

“We need to get you warmed up right away. Prisha, Aasim, why don’t you help your father make some tea.”

The two siblings nodded in understanding and disappeared into the kitchen with Lee.

“Clem, Renata could you grab all the blankets you can find? We need to get everyone warmed up.”

“You got it!’ Renata grabbed Clementine’s hand and sprinted off in search of blankets. Carley helped Marlon over to the couch and double checked that Mitch was okay. Renata and Clem soon returned with blankets.

“Brother!” Renata jumped and outstretched her arms with the blanket, wrapping Marlon in a warm hug. “Clem, join us!”

Clementine nodded and started tossing blankets all over the couch then scooted close to Marlon who gave a small, appreciative smile. Lee returned next with Prisha and Aasim in tow with a ton of tea. Once that was settled Prisha and Aasim with insistence from their parents got under the blankets as well. Renata draped herself over Prisha’s lap and had her legs on Marlon’s lap to make sure her body heat was distributed equally. Lee sat beside Aasim and shared a blanket with him while Carley went to the other side and sat between a few of her kids to warm them up.

“How does ordering pizza sound for dinner?’ Lee asked and was met with excited applause. He reached in his pocket and got out his phone, placing the order which was quite hectic as each kid tried to butt in with their own perfect pizza plan. But soon that was done and the family continued to snuggle under the blankets and drink their tea. Carley and Lee shared a look. To think their kids got in this much mischief over a simple question. Still, it all turned out okay. But it seemed like the mystery of whether Santa was real or not would have to just remain just that. - a mystery.

#twdg #twdg carley #twdg lee #twdg carlee #twdg clementine #twdg renata #twdg marlon #twdg mitch #twdg aasim #twdg prisha #fanfic #twdg christmas #everett bunch au #ericsonclanchristmaschallenge

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sunnyxxmartin · 4 years

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“I’m truly blessed to have both of my parents and my two older siblings. Alive and well. I know that not everyone here is as lucky as me so I always try to remind myself that whenever I get in an argument with them. While we don’t always see eye to eye, they’re still my family and I love them very much.”

Learn about them:

Meet Ervin Martin (Cress Williams / 49) and Lana Martin (Christine Adams / 45), this iconic duo that have been married for twenty-two years now. The two grew up in the same small town in Alabama, they were childhood friends who were always together. Until graduation came around and Lana got an acceptance letter for Gallagher. It was bye bye Alabama and bye bye to Ervin. Which was big sad because the two had just started dating during high school. Not wanting to keep each other tied down, just in case if the relationship didn’t work out, they broke up and went their separate ways.

Lana went to Gallagher for cover operations and research & development. Ervin went to school to become a high school teacher.

They weren’t expecting to see each other until Lana came back home briefly and saw Ervin again. He had became their old high school’s English teacher. After some talking, spending time together whenever they were able to, the duo found themselves back together.

Lana was terrified because of her line of work and how it may endanger Ervin. Also, how if they continued being together, that she had to tell him everything? She didn’t know what to do. When she did tell him, she expected him to leave her because life might be dangerous. But he didn’t, he stayed with her the entire time and even asked her to marry him. It was that night when she said yes that they Did the Do and boom, here comes their first borns.

Introducing Imani (Nafessa Williams / 22) and Isaiah Martin (Kofi Siriboe / 22), the oldest members of the household who are complete opposites. Imani who was always serious and hardworking. She was at the top of her classes and made sure to stay out of trouble. Then there was Isaiah who was laid back, went with the flow, and usually got into trouble because he talked back a lot. Despite wanting to rip each other’s heads off, the siblings loved each other deeply and were always each other’s best friend.

Then, enters the baby of the family, Sunshine “Sunny” Martin (China Anne McClain / 19). She was different from her two older siblings. She radiated positivity, the crybaby of the group, and the one who rarely stood up for herself. Because of this, Imani and Isaiah were always on guard and overly protective of the youngest member. If you made Sunny cry then you would have to deal with her older siblings who would try to fight you.

Speaking of fighting, Lana wanted her kids to always be prepared and able to protect themselves. She put them all through self defense classes from the very beginning, not wanting a single person to mishandle her children. Imani and Isaiah took up the classes without a problem, it was Sunny who need more coexing to do so. The young girl didn’t want to hurt anyone because she felt bad.

It was then that Lana revealed to her children about the world of spies. How they were put on this Earth to protect everyone. That it was important to learn how to fight so then you would be able to protect yourself and others. The two oldest didn’t think much of it because of how childish Lana made it sound, but it got Sunny’s attention.

Ever since that day, the young girl has been working hard on entering this world for spies. By working on her own fighting skills an computer skills (which she learned was a passion of hers when she was eleven). It was a combination of this fantasy world that her mama created and wanting to be just like Lana.

Which results in Sunny doing whatever the older woman tells her to do, she doesn’t really have a mind of her own rip.

Okay but let’s not forget about Ervin!! He’s a combination of Imani and Isaiah. A usually quiet guy until you get to know him and then boom, he’s telling you about his wild stories.

“Damn pops, when did this happen to you? When you were twenty?” / “No, it was just last week.”

When his kids were in high school with him, he would sneak in outside food every Friday during lunch for them. He was deemed the best high school teacher and because of that, his kids were seen as “cool” because of their dad. And while it was annoying at times, the trio could understand. Because their dad was cool, the coolest.

Sunny is the only one of the trio to follow Lana’s career path (though, Lana didn’t want her to). Imani went to school for her PhD in Psychology and Isaiah to get a degree in teaching (he’s trying to become like his dad).

They’re all over the place for school. Isaiah is at UCLA, Imani at Columbia, and Sunny at Gallagher. They’re big sad but have already planned on living together after college. They have a groupchat called “Goof’s Fanclub”, Goof is their dog that they love very much.

And finally, they used to do family runs every Sunday morning and it’s so weird that they’re not together to run but it’s fine.

#muse ☼ i don’t care much just action #ft. the martin family #this one was LONG #does any of this make sense??? probs not bc it's almost 3 am #please enjoy the cutest family known as the martin family

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kiiruna-aa · 7 years

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INTRODUCING ; the starchaser .

name : jonah smalls ( aliases include : hugger, nineteen ) . gender : cis male . age : twenty-four . occupation : american hockey league player , math tutor . orientation : all types of bi , closeted to everyone but his closest friends . hockey information : goalie , catches with left , 195cm , 84 kg , contract 17/18 with the texas stars . favorite things : when fields reach all the way to the horizon , the sunrise , the treasure planet movie , going to the gym , roadtrips , doing crafts / different dyi projects , cooking , bad horror movies , a cold corona , concerts , hugs .

childhood / teens .

jonah was raised in a hectic home, the youngest of four sons in a farm in rural iowa. his parents were landowners & worked for the agriculture business, like the total stereotype for the people of the hawkeye state. he was ten years younger than his oldest brother, & his parents already had all plans laid out for the oldest siblings ; their skills, their heritage, their place in the business & in the ranch. jonah fell behind. when he was a child it was okay ; his brothers would always teach him the coolest things, they’d play with him & they lived in their on little paradise far away from the city. it was all about playing hide & seek in corn fields, playing soccer & catching bugs. he didn’t have a care in the world. it was when he started school he suddenly didn’t fit in. he had always lived isolated in his own tiny speck of the world, with people just like him ; but other kids don’t had the same easy time accepting him. it all went worse when he wanted to hold onto his youngest older brother’s arm as he went to school because he was nervous. he was considered a lot of things. a redneck, a whimp, a weirdo. the hostile envoirment caused his education to suffer. you could trave it all the way up to junior high. it was something that also affected him at home, because knowing that his older brothers were taking after his parents’ business, he needed to find something else to make a life for himself ; to do something to stand out & for once get his parents’ full attention. he could not go to university if he continued to mess up the way he did ; the only subject he was actually good at was math ( since he didn’t have to work in groups, or make presentations in front of the class ). his brothers helped him find sports as a means of fitting in. it wasn’t as much as they thought he’d get friends there ; but that doing sports would make people think he was more tough & accept him. he was often under the influence of very toxic masculinity the older he got & the more pushed he felt to make it to the standards that the other kids laid out before him. he jumped through several sport’s teams before he found something that would actually fit him ; something he was told he was rather good at ( for a kid ). it was not a popular or even common sport, but it would be something that’d change his life forever--- & it was hockey, & he was the best goalie they had. he was lucky he hit his growth spurt before everyone else, & just kept growing. there was no one who wanted to take the place from him. jonah became very keen on fitting in. his whole lifestyle surrounded being liked by his peers. this was the thing that made him hate where he was from ; his paradise that he had always loved, he started to rebel against & blame for the things that had happened to him. he moved away when he started high school, to another state, a place where no one knew him, & a place where there was high school hockey tournaments. he was a great goalie, but it was also a lot as if he never really took his mask off. he was reserved & rather cold ; he observed the other guys & their toxic behavior, & would often say crude things even though they tasted sour on his tongue. he was fake, but he was mostly quiet anyway so no one put any effort into noticing it. his second year in high school almost came to end on a very bitter note. his need to fit in ended up risking his own health ; he got an issue with alcohol. the constant pressure on himself to be someone he was not was slowly tearing him down mentally, along with missing his parents & the place he was from. his poor mental health lead to stupid decisions, & he made sure he was cheered on by drinking more than anyone else. it went on for almost his whole senior year, & he didn’t wake up until it was the day before a very important match, & he had to get his stomach pumped. his parents were called & came to him. he got a record for underage drinking. he wanted to get to the nhl. he knew his dream was close to be shattered ; something had to change, or rather... go back to what it used to be.

adult years .

jonah had a lot to prove to his coach when he got alcohol poisoning. he made the promise to be sober for his whole senior year ; because if he did, the coach would speak well of him when scouts from the bigger leagues came to check on prospects. at first jonah didn’t really notice much of a difference, but it didn’t take long until he realized he wasn’t invited to parties anymore, & then it was game nights, & then it was post-game celebrations. he was rather alienated, but he joined a local association for sober youth, with focus on hosting activities for teens & young adults which didn’t involve drinking. that was one of the most scary & most rewarding things he had ever done. for the first time in his life, he felt like he had a place where he could take his mask off ; he could blossom & find himself. people thought he was kind, & that he was funny. several of them attended his matches to cheer him on---- it was like finding his own home, so far away from where he grew up. he’d been through so much, & he was only eighteen. it changed him, finally, for the better. jonah was not quite good enough to get a high draft with the nhl, but he did get a chance as a secondary goalie with the ahl, due to the strong recommendations from his coach, as well as having the best saving percent in the whole tournament as he finally graduated. he did not go to college, for he knew it wasn’t for him, but instead chased his dream. at nineteen he started playing for the texas stars, & for a long time he was mostly benched. he sat in the net the days where the regular goalie was hurt, sick, or had done bad for enough matches in a row that the board got annoyed. he always did really good, but he was also nervous. a big part of him felt like he was never rewarded, & he’d sit as back-up until someone more promising came along. it was some long, nerve-wrecking seasons. in his sparetime jonah started working at a local youth center. he started something new ; homework help for those who couldn’t get help from their parents at home. he might have had a rough time with a lot of it, but math was his forte, & they all helped each other. it was something that really helped him stay positive. he started more things ; it was classes in crafts, pond hockey tournaments, soccer, fishing, hosting all kinds of different activities like those that he had been a part of in his senior year, hoping that he could also save some troubled kids. he was very well liked, & he blossomed into his ultimate self ; outgoing, kind, patient, funny, & compassionate. people from his past wouldn’t recognize him if they spotted him. the season 17/18 is when jonah’s passion & dedication for his club finally paid off. it’s his first season as a primary goalie. a large part of him is scared, but he has also got a new way of life--- to never stop smiling.

#( ️️⭐️ )–––┆headcanons.#( as i wrote this i need to tweak his official about a lil but WELCME MY NEW HOCKEY SON )#( THIS ISNT AT ALL IN AFFILIATION W AVEN...... NOT AT ALL )#( pls take care of him yall & don't bully me for not being able to write dialects at all )

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