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summonerscenarios · 4 years

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Heyo, I was the anon the requested the angst with Zabs, Ophion, and Oni and I was wondering if you have the time if you can make a continuation where MC decides to pursue them and confesses their love. I also want to say that the HCs where really well done. I think you're a really good writer. Thank You, Juno! ❤

Hoo this one has been a long time coming!! you can really tell I got carried away trying to give this as much emotion as possible. Thank you sweetie for your kind words and here’s your request~!

Original can be found here!

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Ophion

Out of the three of them, Ophion seems the least affected by the previous events and had little problems reintegrating into the extravagant life he was temporarily pulled away from. You’ve been dancing around the subject of confessing for a while, not because you didn’t want to, but it felt as though it wasn’t the right time, so you’d kept your feelings to yourself. Eventually though, as time goes on, it becomes more and more apparent that you can’t keep your feelings to yourself for much longer, and they finally come pouring out when you have a minute alone with the tycoon, away from prying eyes in a space that you’re sure the dragon reserved just for you.

Upon hearing your words of confession you can see Ophion’s posture straighten and mirth dance in his eyes; it’s clear that these are the words that he’s desired to hear from you since being reunited, and he doesn’t hesitate to make this fact known to you. Once again you’re taken into Ophion’s arms, one hand coming to smooth through your hair as another reaches behind you to press against your lower back. A pleased rumble resonates through him as he tells you just how much it means to finally hear those words uttered from your lips. You’re fully prepared for the slew of affection that’s sure to come, leaning into the hand that begins to slide up your back, moving to rest upon your shoulder....

But then you feel it. He hesitates, hand twitching just shy of touching you. Then, he pulls back.

Confused, you look up into Ophion’s face only to find the dragon looking down at you with an expression you don’t expect. Remorse, or maybe pity? You aren’t entirely sure, but you do know that this reaction is out of the ordinary for someone who prides himself so much on being above all else. His voice is softer than his usually bold declarations as he tells you that if this is truly the moment where the two of you are joined together, then now should be the moment that he lays everything bare before you beforehand. That perplexes you further - it’s easy to mistake that as perhaps some steamy remark, but something in the pit of your stomach tells you otherwise, and with a feeling of unease you agree.

He leads you to take a seat, never straying his hand from its hold on yours yet keeping his grip loose as he allows you a moment to get comfortable. There is no easy way to tell someone about the details of the kidnapping and the orb, but he is straightforward and honest in his explanation, telling you everything. It’s a lot to take in, hearing about the previous loops and how so many of them involved scenarios where the two of you were well into the throes of a relationship; just hearing about some of the things he’s able to recall has you flustered but incredibly happy knowing that you got together in previous loops. Then, with some hesitation, he begins to fill in the brutal endings to those loops, and you now know why he’d kept the events of what happened to himself. Hearing them is a lot, but you can’t even imagine what it must have been like to experience firsthand, even if they technically haven’t happened in this loop.

Your expression must have reflected the mess of emotions that were filling you, as Ophion squeezes your hand in a comforting gesture and you are now acutely aware of the fact that his hold on you is loose as though you are something fragile in his hands - you don’t want to be fragile; you aren’t going to break. He tells you this so that there are no secrets between you going forward - you have every right to know and he’s not foolish enough to think that hiding this information would benefit you in any way. But, he also tells you this to make a promise to you now - he will not make the errors that his previous selves were imprudent enough to make. It’s a promise that he made to himself that day, and a promise that he is renewing before you right now, both as this loop’s Ophion and as your partner; and he will use this moment now as a stepping stone to prove to you that he’s as good as his word and that he can be a worthy lover.

Oniwaka

Oniwaka has been going out of his way to avoid you since the kidnapping incident - he refused to talk about what had happened to him on the day, and as soon as he’d had the chance, he’d made himself scarce, disappearing for long periods of time. It worried you, especially given how before this point you guys were inseparable, practically stuck at the hip. Wherever you went, Oniwaka was sure to follow; now, the roles were reversed. Seeking him out was harder than you thought, and the fact he was purposefully staying out of sight didn’t make it easier, but you were never one to back down from a challenge - you needed to get this off of your chest before he decided to fall right out of your life.

You were obvious with your intentions from the get go, never hiding your emotions or how you were feeling so that both Oni and everyone else around you had an inkling regarding your feelings towards the oni. Wasting time was never your strong suit, so it was only a matter of time before you ended up coming right out and saying it, admitting your feelings so you could find out whether they were reciprocated or not. Surely you weren’t the only one feeling this way, after all the things you and Oniwaka had been through together, surely he saw there was something more there, a deeper relationship that you both desired to have, be it now or later on down the line.

He’s suspected that this was coming - he saw the signs - but even he didn’t think you would be so forthcoming with it. And now he’s staring you down, looking at your hopefully expression determined and desperate for an answer, regardless of whether it was a yes or no. He should say no outright, to turn you down in the hopes that it will be enough for you to go away and forget about him, to find someone else who doesn’t have your deaths on his hands. But he can’t - he still has feelings for you, but he still refuses to forgive himself for those past loops; he’s torn, so much so that the words just can’t come out - not a rejection, nor an acceptance of your feelings. What comes out instead is a slow “Don’t...don’t do this”, which makes you freeze. Don’t do what? He expects you to know - you can’t give him this choice, because you both know that he could never say no when it comes to you

You try to ask what he means but he shakes his head, cursing that he doesn’t have time for this and begins to walk away from you, which sparks a wave of anger from you in response. Seriously? He doesn't even have the guts to tell you why he’s turning you down and expects you to be okay with him walking away? Without thinking you catch up to him, the annoyance rising in your voice as you demand he slow down and just talk to you, pestering, and pestering, until finally the tension that’s in the air reaches its peak and he whirls around, bellowing out:

“I’M NOT GONNA SAY I LOVE YOU JUST TO WATCH YOU DIE AGAIN, OKAY?!”

The very air itself seems to freeze and your heart drops into your stomach. Again? You know that it isn’t a mistake, the sheer look of guilt on his face is enough to convince you it wasn’t just a slip of the tongue - something happened, and you demand to know what it is. If it involves you and him you need to know. What comes next is a flurry of information. Oniwaka knows he’s put his foot in it and that you won’t leave it alone until you get your answers, you’ve always been persistent, it’s one of the reasons he liked you, but it couldn’t be more frustrating now. In a twisted way, Oni hopes that you finding out about his hand in your past deaths will be enough to convince you to stay away, to back off and run back to the Summoners for the protection he feels like he can no longer provide. And for a moment he almost gets it; once you’re filled in you’re unusually silent, staring down at your hands with an expression torn between confused and shocked realizing the state of your own mortality. You should turn around and run away, get away so that he can put as much distance between the two of you as possible and keep an eye on you from a distance from now on. You should...but you don’t

You run into his arms with enough force to knock the air out of his lungs and Oniwaka makes a choked sound, clearly taken off guard. He tries to push you away, telling you that he shouldn’t but you don’t budge, only tightening your hold refusing to let go of him. He loses conviction quickly, the hands trying to push you away reduced to pawing uselessly at your chest to make you let go even if he really doesn’t want you to. Oniwaka cusses out your persistence but his head drops down, eyes screwed shut as the emotions he’s been keeping in come bubbling over like a boiling pot.

It takes a moment for the words to come but soon enough they’re flowing from your mouth. Whatever happened back in those past loops isn’t now - the people you were in those past loops aren't the people standing like this, right now. You will never fault him for the actions that his other selves made, even if he does - you trust him, you know this version of him would never do that to you, and above all else you love this Oniwaka, not any other, and if he thinks you’re just gonna give up what you guys have for something like that he’s got another thing coming. You don’t look up, head pressed flush against his chest as you listen to his heartbeat hammering away behind his ribs like it would burst at any moment. There’s a hitch in his breath, a shaky inhale before a quivering “idiot” and then his arms wrap around you, returning your hug with enough force to have your chuckle come out strained as he buries his face into your hair. Small droplets hit the top of your head, and you don’t need to look at him to know that he’s crying - his burly form shudders as you continue to hug him, hoping above anything that your actions will convey more than your words ever could.

Zabaniyya

You already had a suspicion that something was wrong - there’s been a level of distance between you and Zabaniyya ever since the incident with those mysterious kidnappers with the orb. You’d chalked it up to him taking time to recover from what happened, and you don’t blame him; you still have unanswered questions about what exactly he went through, but you aren’t going to push him on the issue until he’s in a better place or has moved on from the event. Zabaniyya is visited by you often, even more so than before as you’re hoping to be a shoulder for him to lean on and trust. It’s because of this that the two of you often have moments together, small moments where you can’t help but feel like there’s something more there - something that if you really pushed, could lead to a deeper bond in your relationship. But now’s not the time, you have to keep reminding yourself about that fact, you’re pretty sure Zab’s not ready for things to go any further than they have.

But time has passed, and the longer time goes on the harder it gets to keep your feelings to yourself - you’d been meaning to confess earlier, before all of this happened, but when Zabaniyya has disappeared you’d worried yourself into a frenzy searching every crevice of Tokyo to find where he’d been taken. And once you’d found him and you saw his reaction upon seeing you, you knew that your feelings would have to go onto the back burner to focus on being there for him as he moves on from the kidnapping. If he moved on...

But there’s a kindling in your chest, welling up to the surface with each passing day until you knew you just couldn’t wait any longer - that event made you realize that you could lose the people close to you just like that, and you might not ever get the chance to get this off of your chest if this ever happened again (a thought that keeps you up for more nights than you can count). Finally, your feelings come bubbling to the surface during one of your meetings with him. The last thing that Zabaniyya expected from you was a confession, watching you bear your soul out to him during a moment behind closed doors. Being left in a room alone with you, Zabaniyya feels anxious - he’d never dream of raising a violent hand against you, but he had still gone out of his way to make sure the two of you were never alone, always around someone whom he trusted to protect you if need be. So seeing you now, standing so close to him he feels uneasy, the memories he was shown of the previous loops flashing before him in an all too familiar pattern. He doesn’t deserve your confession of love, no matter how much he desires them; he doesn’t deserve to have these feelings directed at him when you are so oblivious to the egregious actions he’s committed.

You’re met with silence as your response, but his eyes speak for him. There’s confliction behind his neutral facade, pooling behind his eyes as you look upon him, gaze unwavering. You call out his name and he actually flinches, an action you’ve rarely seen from the angel before; your brows furrow and you call his name again, watching as his eyes stray from yours to look away. The third time you call his name you step forward, closing the distance and reaching out as you attempt to explain that if something’s wrong you’re here to listen, and that if he wants to he can just forget about the whole confession. You want to comfort him, but also find out what’s keeping his silence, so you cover his hands with your own.

The moment your hands come to clasp around his is what seems to break him.

Zabaniyya’s body trembles before he drops to his knees, kneeling before you. He brings your hands, still clasped around his, to press against his forehead and he bows his head as a slew of apologies flow from his lips as though begging for forgiveness. Your heart clenches at the sight, not yet understanding why he’s doing this, but seeing the angel in genuine distress hurts a part of you that has you feeling both sick and anxious.

Any attempts to coax answers out of him whilst he’s like this only gets is a declaration of how he has failed you, an incorrigible betrayal of your trust. Now that really concerns you; as far as you’re aware, Zabaniyya has done nothing of the sort to ‘betray you’, and you have absolute faith that he wouldn’t do that, but of course you don’t know what he knows, and while he’s in such a state you doubt that you will be able to get it out of him. So instead you do the only thing you can think of to comfort him.

You sink down to your knees, leaning down so that you’re face to face with Zabaniyya, and gently move your hands from out of his grip. He releases them immediately, as though suddenly catching himself in a moment of weakness, but he bristles as you cup a hand against his cheek. He raises his head and your eyes meet; seeing you looking at him, smile warm, loving and alive, tugs at something within himself and he allows his eyes to close, leaning into the palm of your hand and shoulders dropping, momentarily relieved of the weight they’ve been carrying since that fateful day.

He looks almost defeated, as though you’ve found a chink in his armor, and you want nothing more than to patch it up, to fill those breaks with everything you have until he doesn’t have to look at you with confliction behind his every breath. But you can’t build him up, at least not yet, not when he hasn’t told you everything that you need to know. For now you reach and wrap your arms around his shoulders, hands spread flat against his upper back as you hug him; there’s hesitation, but the next moment Zabaniyya is in your arms, and you can feel the flames that burn within him, pulsing beneath his skin in a slew of emotions you have yet to understand. After this you’ll finally find out the whole story about what happened with him and the orb, but for this moment Zabaniyya needs this, the silence in the room filled with his whispered pleads for forgiveness as you continue to hold him close.

#Anonymous #housamo #housamo imagine #housamo headcanon #imagines #headcanons #tokyo afterschool summoners #ophion #housamo ophion #oniwaka #housamo oniwaka #housamo zabaniyya #zabaniyya #request #ask

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a-simple-lee · 5 years

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Systematic Error

Bruce Banner, Reader

Synopsis: Getting a lee mood in the middle of conducting research is definitely not convenient, but you plan a way to make it work. It does, just not how you were expecting.

A/n: In other words I’m a massive science nerd, so here! Have this highly self indulgent fic inspired by hcs @squirmycuddles and I have made at like 2am lmao

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You’re not sure why you’ve decided to sneak up behind Bruce - well, that’s not true, actually. You’re fully aware that you’re in a massive ‘lee mood right now, and are weighing up the odds of Banner t-wording you if you pester him. Tony seems to accomplish it easily enough, anyway; on a regular basis, too… You pause in your musings, fingers drumming against the lab bench. It occurs to you that you may not be the only touch-starved scientist in the labs.

The centrifuge beeps almost angrily, loud enough to interrupt your train of thought. You remove the samples, and add drops of indicator to a couple, before placing the next rack of samples inside a water bath and setting a timer for half an hour. It only takes a few more minutes to jot down your observations, and you find yourself left to wait for the next round of samples.

You glance to your left; Banner’s hunched over his lab stool, adjusting the coarse focus on his microscope. The pair of you talked for the first few hours, then settled into comfortable silence a while ago. Now or never, you suppose. Your glass of water’s empty, anyway - a good excuse to be getting up. You realize you’re overthinking this way too much. Getting up and striding alongside the bench, you reach out and poke Bruce’s side as you pass. He flinches.

“I’m getting water. You alright? Need anything?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” Banner doesn’t look up. Darn. He does start readjusting the fine focus, though, and you feel a little guilty for jogging him.

“Okay.” A temptation to toe the line encroaches, and you succumb to it - trying not to let your heart jump into your mouth, you pinch his side gently as you turn away, and keep walking. It’s difficult not to look behind you to see if he reacted, but as you push open the glass door on your way out, you catch him looking at you with confusion in the reflection.

You proceed to take twenty minutes 'getting water' - which mostly consists of you filling a cup, pouring it out, crumbling against the kitchen counter in an attempt to compose yourself, and refilling the cup, before repeating the process. It’s only once you remember you have 10 minutes left on the water bath samples that you feel ready to head back down, all the while lamenting the fact that Tony makes irritating people look so easy.

Fortunately, Banner says nothing as you enter the lab again, now finished looking at samples and instead drawing up diagrams.

“Hey, how’s it coming along?” You put down a glass of water for him and put your hand on his shoulder, brushing his neck in the process but pretending you’re none the wiser. Your lab partner twitches and puts his pencil down.

“Good. I- the number of cells in anaphase is higher than the other samples, we might have to disregard this one in calculations.”

“Huh. Odd.” You say, pretending to listen whilst trying not to walk out for another twenty minute water break.

“Yeah. How are the other batches doing?”

“Two are finished, one’s still in the water bath for-” You pause to look at your watch. “-9 minutes.”

“Okay. I might take a break, then.”

“Me too.” You pull your stool over, and sit opposite Bruce as he moves to a clear space on the desk, pausing to check his phone.

“Are you feeling alright today?” He asks.

“Yep, yeah. Why?”

“I dunno, you seem kinda antsy.”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay.” He definitely doesn’t believe you, but lets the subject drop.

“Uh- what about you? Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah! The tests are really interesting, I’m looking forward to finishing them.”

“Same. I should check to make sure they’re not boiling over…” You nod towards the water bath, managing to throw in a quick prod to Bruce’s ribs on your way over. The samples are doing fine; they’ve changed colour slightly compared to before, but if anything look like they could do with a bit longer in the water.

“Did Tony tell you to tickle me in his absence or something?”

You almost drop the test tube rack you’re getting out.

“Sorry- what?”

“You keep tickling me. Why?” This shouldn’t be a surprise to you at all - this acknowledgment of the situation is what you’ve been waiting for, but suddenly you’re praying for the floor to open up. You stay facing the bench, refusing to look at Bruce.

“Just bored, I guess.”

“You sound like Tony right now.”

“I do?” Your equipment’s set up, so you can’t really do much else except for return to your stool opposite.

“Yeah. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were asking for attention.” Banner smiles slightly as he says it, and you instantly wish you’d stayed at the bench.

“Pfft,” You start, but find yourself scrambling for words. “I can assure you, I’m not Tony.”

“Good to know.” He grins, shifting his stool to get back to work. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

“…But if you do it again, I’m gonna have to assume that you are.”

“Meaning…?”

Bruce says nothing, but you catch his fingers wiggling as he reaches for a pencil fully in your view.

Your timer goes off, and you rush to unplug the water bath, jotting down the presence and colour of any emulsions.

“Okay, that’s done.” You mutter, gathering up your notes and carrying them over to Banner.

“Good. Thanks.”

“Nothing too out of the ordinary. Most of these are in line with the hypothesis.” As you speak, your hand reaches out to nudge his ribs.

You feel Bruce grab your wrist before you can reach him. Shit.

“Uh-”

Banner stands up, still holding your wrist. “Oh no you don’t.”

You’ve left your lab coat unbuttoned - almost definitely on purpose - and your friend quickly takes advantage of this, snaking his hands under it to wrap them around your sides, fingers latching onto your abdomen before repeatedly squeezing over and over. Laughter swiftly takes over your frame, and you don’t have a chance to move before he backs you against the lab bench. It’s exactly what you were hoping for, but also ten times more embarrassing than you’d expected.

“Bruce-wahahahait!” Your hands find his wrists, and it takes every bit of your resolve not to push them away. Suppressing your impulses to squirm becomes increasingly difficult, so you settle for sinking down a little against the bench, letting go of Bruce’s wrists momentarily to flail your arms out in an attempt to catch yourself.

“Careful, don’t knock over my equipment!” He tuts, darting one hand under your arm - you shoot your hand down to protect yourself, resulting in you slipping clumsily downwards, and his fingers becoming trapped next to your torso. Your attacker follows you down for a bit, before catching you, keeping you cornered between him and the work space as your legs grow weak from laughing too hard.

“Ahahahaha, nohohoho!” You’re sort of propped up against Banner now, trying both to override your reflexes and escape the fingers spidering over your skin - you lift your arm up in the hope that he’ll shift his focus away, but Bruce instead takes it as an invitation to tickle you more, speeding up and digging his thumb gently into the sensitive spot; your arm comes crashing back down, and another wave of hysterics hits as his other hand counts your ribs.

“Any particular reason you felt like being a pain in the ass today?” He starts conversationally, at long last moving his trapped hand to claw at your stomach.

“Nahaha- I told you alreaheheady! I was bohohored!”

“Really? That old excuse? Think of one I haven’t heard from Stark twenty times already, and get back to me.”

“Nohoho!”

“No? What, you want me to guess? Okay, I think you wanted me to tickle you. Because you wanted attention, or- I don’t know, you’re touch starved. Which is fine. But you could’ve asked instead of trying to annoy me.” Bruce starts, slowing down the tickling slightly so he’s audible over your giggling. You’ve never felt a blush run up your neck so fast before.

“Lies!” You cry, trying not to sound as if Banner hasn’t just completely called you out and considering that it should’ve occurred to you that multiple PhDs make somebody observant as well as intelligent.

“Are you sure? Because you’ve been trying not to push me away for a while now.”

“I- shuhuhut up!” It’s the most you can muster with your growing embarrassment, but it seems to act as proof of theory for him.

“So I’m right?” He steps away, leaving you to regain a small amount of your composure with a smile.

“You don’t need to be so insistent, but yeah.” You mumble, doing up your lab coat and standing next to him.

“Sorry?”

“…I said yes. You’re right. Maybe.”

“Okay.” He nods. “So I have two attention-seeking geniuses to work with. That’s fine.”

“…It is?”

“Yeah. Just ask instead of tickling me next time, okay?”

“No promises.” You grin, striding away to your work as Banner sighs. Your days in the lab have just gotten even better.

#marvel #tickle fic #reader insert #ticklish!reader #bruce banner #mcu #mine #ler!bruce #fluff #tickling #drabble #lee!reader #look i love science bros so much and the opportunity of setting a fic in a lab was too much to resist okay

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spookysnicket · 5 years

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ANON: i apologize immensely if this isn't something you're comfortable with writing, but could i maybe get some headcanons for how Bubba Sawyer and Vincent Sinclair would be with a s/o who has an eating disorder, specifically anorexia? i've been kinda having a Not Fun Time lately with some struggles and could use some fluffy boyos. if this isn't something you're comfortable with though, i 100% understand

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(Hey love, don’t you worry about a thing! I’m so sorry this took a bit to get out, I spent the past few days doing research and taking notes on EDs, hopefully to get these as accurate as possible- and then I saved this in my drafts all night thinking I posted it. I want to make a disclaimer though, that this whole post has the potential to be triggering, so big trigger warning in advance! I also have never personally dealt with anyone who’s had an eating disorder, so please let me know if any of these are harmful or inaccurate and I’ll edit them immediately. With all that aside, please be safe and take care. HCs below the cut)

Bubba Sawyer 🐓

🐓 If we’re being honest, at first the brothers just think you don’t want to eat other people- which isn’t wrong, but not correct, either. This dawns on Bubba when he puts together seeing you cook with Drayton, yet not having any of the meals yourself

🐓 His first reaction is concern. Out of the way of his brothers, Bubba will approach you with a bowl half full of chili and anxious babbling- the poor guy just doesn’t know what's wrong. He understands how difficult it can be to struggle against yourself, so if you aren’t ready to open up just then, he’ll worriedly relent until you are

🐓 Once you break it to him that you have an ED, you’re going to have to explain a little more. Bubs was only raised by the rules of family and food. He doesn’t quite grasp the concept of you not being able to eat regularly

🐓 When the light above his head finally flickers on, he’s full protective mode. Considering how crude and brutish Nubbins, Chop Top, and Drayton can be, Bubs is officially taking no chances with their remarks. “Hey, Y/N looks-” No. “Y/N, you should-” No. “Oh hey Y/N, you want-” No. He’s putting his big boy foot down, even if it’s on his family- he’s not letting anyone or anything mess with your recovery. You’re in this together!

🐓 Bubba immediately starts worrying that whatever long forgotten canned goods in the cupboards and cabinets aren’t well enough for you, so he'll sit you down and make a list of your favorite foods. The next few days Bubs spends pleading and whimpering and crying at Drayton’s feet until he finally goes grocery shopping- praise the saw

🐓 In their usual valiant attempts to be supportive, Chop Top and Nubbins add their own rather ridiculous requests to the shopping list so they too can protest with Bubba (Any reason for them to cause a ruckus is a good one)

🐓 Since you’re a part of the family now, you’re expected to uphold the “Sawyer clan values”.. That’s the phrase Drayton used in his speech to give you chores, anyway. The younger three always try to swap out their less exerting duties with you though, especially on the days which you feel excessively fatigued or worn out

🐓 Effectively, you have an entourage of caretakers! As much as Bubba would love to be physically attached to your side (he’s probably thought about it), he carries the bulk of the workload- meaning he’s stuck downstairs busy as a bee more often than not. Regardless, his brothers always manage to stay nearby and on the lookout for any signs of wooziness from you while you go about your chores

🐓 Now, with that considered, the boys know good as anyone that you don’t need to be babied. You get Drayton’s crap and Nubbins and Chop Top’s pranks just as much as everyone else- because you’re a part of them. You’re as strong as any Sawyer, and Bubba couldn’t be any more proud

Vincent Sinclair 🕯

🕯 A part of being Vincent’s S/O is being his muse- which is why he’s a tad shell shocked when you start tearing up at the sight of a drawing he’d made of you

🕯 Prior to this, Vincent had likely done plenty of stalking- at least enough for him to determine that you suffer from some sort of disorder. This was partially why he had mustered up his confidence and shown you his art in the first place- with hopes that it would help. Unfortunately, it had unplanned adverse effects. Vinny spends the next few hours feeling horribly guilty, and attempting to properly educate himself with your aid

🕯 Vincent reacts similarly to how Bubba does in regards to his brothers and their insensitivity. Lester’s quick to show understanding, but Bo .. well, is Bo, and takes longer to cut the jokes and respect your afflictions. It’s a rare occasion that Vincent makes his stance clear, so his brothers will both do their best to give you their support too

🕯 If you’re one to exercise a bit excessively, the boys will come together and make accommodations. Lester’s cleared out a small pathway around Ambrose for you to jog along, that passes by all the major buildings where they typically can be found. Bo is, without a doubt, the guy to have a workout room. You two can schedule times to spot each other and exercise there together. Vincent, in hopes to find less physically trying ways to get your fitness fix in, has dedicated a whole space just to you in the museum where you can try out yoga

🕯 Vincent’s picked up on how you silently struggle with your self image. Finding little wax trinkets on the sink counter in your bathroom is a common occurrence, as well as sticky notes plastered onto your mirror. The notes are short but sweet, written in Vinny’s trademark cursive, and usually compliment your eyes, hair, outfit, etc.

🕯 There isn’t exactly a whole bountiful list of things to keep yourself occupied with in Ambrose, and Vincent often worries about you not having any creative outlets of which you can take out your frustrations with. Knowing this, Lester came back from a roadkill run with one big word he’d heard from a passerby: aromatherapy. If you’re outdoorsy, try going into the woods and scavenging for any pleasant smelling flowers that grow nearby- Vincent will take them and, after some trial and error testing, turn them into scented candles

🕯 You getting sick is one of Vincent’s biggest concerns. He knows he’ll be too preoccupied with work to be able to properly care for you- meaning that it’s up to his brothers to nurse you for a majority of the day. It’s not quite as bad as he thinks, Bo and Lester mostly do a fine job of checking in on you, but you’d be lying if you said that they’re better than the extra cuddly and extra clingy Vincent you get once he’s home

🕯 Vinny is a huge cuddle bug on the down low. I HC that aside from all the psychological and mental struggles he faces, sleeping is difficult for him due to his injuries as well. If you have a hard time getting rest, you both will often lay in your shared bed, all wrapped up in one another long into the late hours of the night, and early on into the first morning lights

🕯 Whether it be surprising or not, Vinny has quite the wardrobe. It mostly consists of cozy earthy tones, with an excess of large musty sweaters tattered by, from what you could guess, is either wear or moths. Seeing as they’re somewhat loose on Vincent himself, his oversized sweaters drape over you heavily, and conceal your form. Once he notices you’ve taken a liking to a handful of them, Vincent will happily tailor them to better suit you- pinning up the baggiest areas that rub uncomfortably against your skin, while still leaving enough material to cover and alleviate some of your insecurities- if just for a while

🕯 In the event you get so cold that even your comfy sweaters can’t stop you from shivering, you’re more than welcome to go down to the basement and warm up with Vincent. While there’s a chilly draft all through the passageway, the combination of steam, lit candles, and open fires in his workshop make it just comfortably above room temperature

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I Thought Family Meant Something

Was gonna space this out, but feel the urge to keep going, so let’s dive into the next question. In the interview it was said that telling about Shiro’s family would have been “repetitive” which could translate into boring. All the other Paladins, including Allura, had mentions of their families, so why not Shiro?

Now to be fair, The Holts and Krolia had bigger parts to play, even Veronica gets some screen time. But they still give Hunk a family, a large one at that, and Lance is shown not only talking about his own big family, they get shown when he returns to Earth in season 7 and get actual interaction with them in season 8. Other than being driving forces to get home, the family members held no real weight (The Holts and Krolia withstanding). So why not say something about Shiro’s family?

This was a man who went into the military/space program, which I would think is a big deal and he excelled at it, but at the same time was fighting for his life in a matter of speaking while being ill. You can’t tell me his family didn’t have problems with it and maybe sided with Adam in the matter or were actually supportive of what he wanted to do. Either way, something in passing could have easily been said; a small scene of the Paladins getting to know each other early on or even in a flashback with Keith pre-Kerberos. In a previous interview, one of the EPs said that Shiro’s disease was a hint as to what happened to his family; so are we to assume his whole family succumbed to that illness too? Both his parents, grand parents, possible siblings? That’s a horrible thought to say the least.

But let’s run with it; if he his family died off that makes them coming back to Earth that much sadder. Keith knew Krolia was away with Kolivan, so he had no one waiting for him on Earth, but he didn’t expect to. Pidge was reunited with her mom at least so she knows all of her family is safe (even Bae Bae), Lance gets mobbed by his large family and though Hunk’s were held captive, they did return to him safe and sound at the end of season 7. But Shiro was all alone! No one was waiting for him and then when the scene shifts we see a 60 second (or there about) scene of him saying sorry to Adam. He was ALL ALONE and had zero time to grieve. Yes, there was a war, but everyone got to see and talk to their families and Shiro can’t get a proper scene to let out his sadness or possible regret?

So now let’s say Shiro did have family. I know we have JK’s HC that he was raised by his grand parents and most fanon (including me) runs with it, but for this let’s say he has his parents and a brother. Imagine the horror they felt when hearing about the pilot error only to find out he is alive and not only alive, but that he no longer is sick. Shiro who had the heaviest of backstories would have had a happy reunion and possibly would have had people with him when visiting Adam’s plaque, providing comfort he sorely needed after all this time. Hell there could have just been a small scene with a phone call to show he was talking to them.

But no, instead they give him more heartache to get over.

Aren’t the Paladins his family? Well of course they are, the thing I loved about the show early on was the aspect of found family. Shiro and Keith were certainly that from the pre-Kerberos days all the way through season 7. But even found family wasn’t there for him when they returned to Earth. He introduces Coran and Allura, who also know no one on Earth, but then is left alone. Though they did not know Adam, having them in the scene at the wall would have been even more emotional cause they showed they cared. And honestly, when the screen pans to show Iverson I was so disappointed. Though Iverson has probably known Shiro since he was a cadet, there really isn’t a family kind of vibe with him. Due to not having family on Earth and knowing Shiro, along with Shiro’s romantic relationship with Adam, it should have been Keith to go to him. Time and again we have seen both of these characters let their guards down for each other. This would have been one of those times that it was needed as Shiro himself had tears in his eyes as he said he was sorry. We never see anyone really comfort Shiro, but he is there for everyone else.

There are two different kinds of family that we see here and as we see with Keith’s character arc; knowing where you come from is important. For us as the audience I feel that it is important to know little things about the characters to round them out. Even if something like an immediate family that isn’t meant to be the focus, hearing that they have one is important and it is just something you learn about the character. “Oh Shiro has a brother!” or “Aw, his mom died to that same illness”. We want these reactions because it means we care about the character and are invested.

In terms of the found family, I feel that his love and comfort doesn’t go both ways, save for Keith and Allura. We see him comforting Pidge early on and he even gives her the choice to leave Voltron. Whether he could read Lance’s insecurity or not, he still gave the praise of “that’s why we bring our sharp shooter”, making him happy. Hunk, honestly had no real interactions with him and that’s a shame cause them cooking probably would have been hilarious. But going the other way? Nope. When Keith was grieving their thoughts of Shiro were rather one note. We heard Lance once before say Shiro was his hero and though Shiro might have heard that lot from people, seeing Lance actually talk to him about why he looks up to him would have been a nice pick me up for him due to everything that happened before he crashed on Earth. Or Pidge feeling sad about not being able to find Matt and Sam; having Shiro tell some stories about the mission to help ease her mind and in turn have her go off on how he was a legend at their house, again, would have been a nice pick me up, to help ease his confused and aching mind.

When Keith finds him and proclaims he’ll save him “as many times as it takes”, in a Form Podcast episode, it was said that the other Paladins did go and see him while he recovered. However, same episode cause the scenes were back to back, the line of “you’re looking better”, was originally Keith’s, but they changed it to Lance. Due to us not seeing the others talking to him or even talking with each other about Shiro, it would have fit more for Keith to say it instead. This is just one of many things that don’t quite make sense unless you go behind the scenes like that.

So how could us finding out about his blood family or having other moments with his found family been boring or repetitive, when they gave us an entire episode showing Honerva’s backstory in season 8 and most of that we had already seen from a previous season? Shiro was already a complex character, us just finding out about his family in away would have just been another tidbit about him.

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