Allura is buff as fuck and uses every available opportunity as an excuse to rip off her sleeves. She’s lucky the Castle is able to replicate clothes because otherwise she would’ve run out of dresses by like. Day 9 lmao.
Hunk has two moms who love him very, very much.
Shiro and Keith are bros, either literally or figuratively.
I love them being half or adopted brothers, but my favorite origin story is that they met at like, a Garrison-operated space camp a few years back. Shiro was a cadet volunteer.
Shiro was 17/18 and awkward as hell with the kids but already a natural when it came to piloting. Keith imprinted on him like a baby duck.
Shiro, on the phone: Matt. Matt, you gotta help me. Matt. This random middle schooler adopted me, what do I do? Yes, I’m being serious! Yes, he adopted me. No, I haven’t seen any paperwork! Matt. Matt. Oh my god, stop laughing at me and put your mom on the line already you jackass. I hate you. Hi Colleen!
Lance is Coran’s favorite human and it’s obvious to everyone, including Zarkon.
Allura introduced Alfor’s hologram to all the Paladins and his favorite was Hunk.
Shiro and Matt used to be Huge Memers back at the Garrison but then they became these space hotshots and heroes and people that kids looked up to so they had to dial it back.
Lance can never know that Shiro has an encyclopedic knowledge of shitty memes. It is his greatest, and his most treasured, secret.
Allura and the Mice gossip like all the time and Hunk/Lance are determined to get in on that.
Coran would have a crush on Bill Nye.
Pidge and Keith are Gay Best Friends who like to undermine corrupted authority figures and dismantle the establishment. They also hunt for cryptids in their spare time, even in space.
Is there such a thing as space cryptids?? Or is that just like. Aliens. Alien aliens.
Coran is Allura’s gay step-dad and he’s also kinda adopted the rest of the team. Lance is his son, everyone else is his niece/nephews.
Lance and Hunk were born outside of America and either immigrated in when they were younger or attended the Garrison on a student visa.
Keith is Texan (however this is now like 80% canon so. Say hello to your new god.)
Lance loves Beyonce.
Shiro has a serious sense of gallows humor lmao
Nobody Is Straight Or Neurotypical.
I also go back and forth a lot on gender headcanons lmfao… Pidge is definitely a trans girl to me though.
Shiro: Matt?? Matt is that you?! Oh my god!
Matt: wtf happened to your hair you look like a skunk
Shiro: It’s the stress and yOU KNOW IT
Matt: Yeah trying to get that eyeliner on point must be stressful
Shiro: *looks at the camera like he’s in the office*
alec truly runs in matt's blood lmao even back in s1 when he's having none of clary's shit in the interviews he's already spiritually in sync with alec and nowadays he's reached the level of blanketing malec under his huge hands shouting MY CHILDREN at everybody while harry looks at him dead in the eye saying Dude chILL i'm one of them TOO
STOP THIS IS TOO REAL even matt’s parents were high level politicians so deep inside matt is rly alec tbh. 👀 but also harry was trying to be a tease and build up his answer and matt just completely lost it he was ready to fight at the drop of a hat like he didn’t even let harry finish.
Harry: *trying to build up the malec journey with a metaphor* Matt: THAT BETTER BE JUST ONE HEART Harry: Yes – Matt: THEY’RE ONE HEART Harry: oh my god
Imagine in season 5 Lotor comes into the castle ship and he’s like wow such a nice place and he catches a glimpse of Matt and he’s like “Oh my god I know you! You were always my favourite prisoner!” and then Matt is just standing there all surprised(and mildly angry) and Lotor just goes up and gives Matt a hug.
Katie: Matt!! You’re alive!! I missed you so much!
Matt: Katie!! Oh my god!!
Clone Shiro: Matt! Is that you?
Matt: Shi— wait a second, who is this impasta?
Clone Shiro: Matt, I’m Shiro? Do you not recognize me?
Matt: Oh I know Shiro and you are not him, he actually laughs at my pasta jokes
“Wow.” Shawn says looking you up and down slowly,
taking in your appearance. “Do a spin for me, Y/N.”
You blush and laugh at his request, “You want me
to do a spin?” You hold the hem of your dress and spin around 3 times, which
creates a breeze that makes the dress float high around you, “There you go.”
Dizzily, you lean towards the wall and put out your hand to steady yourself and
stop from falling over.
Shawn puts his arms around your waist and nuzzles
his head into your neck. You feel his hand brush over your bare back, as the
dress has a cut out section hidden there underneath your long straightened hair.
He breathes in your scent, and you just stand there for a while treasuring this
moment; before you have to leave to go to the party. He takes your hand and
your fingers intertwine perfectly. You step in-sync down the stairs and then
Shawn opens the door for you, “After you, beautiful.” He says grinning.
“Thank you.” You tell him, and then curtsy as a
joke. Shawn’s Jeep Wrangler is parked on the drive of his family house right in
front of you and you head towards it, walking quite carefully in your extremely
Shawn runs ahead of you, “Hold up, hold up!” He
shouts, and reaches out to open the car door for you. “Okay, now get in!” He
Again, you laugh out loud and try to climb as
gracefully as you can into the front seat of Shawn’s car. He walks around the
front of the car, gives you a little baby wave and gets in the driver’s seat.
Adjusting his seat and the car mirror, you ask him, “Why are you being like
this?” You question him curiously whilst still giggling.
“I’m only treating you the way that you deserve
to be treated.” Shawn responds, putting his hand on your thigh affectionately.
He then backs out of the drive impressively quickly and gets onto the road.
Shawn always seems to know just the right thing
to say. How does he do that? The whole journey there you both make jokes back
and forth to each other and Shawn exchanges flirtatious glances with you. He
pulls up to the house where the party is, and Shawn rapidly undoes his seatbelt
and jogs around the front of car before you realise what he’s doing.
People in cars arriving nearby are looking in
your car to see who has arrived, and Shawn opens your car door like a
chauffeur. You get out of the car, and laugh at Shawn once again. “I love you,
Shawn.” You say, and you put your hands on the sides of his face, lean in and
kiss him. With these heels on, you’re now just slightly shorter than him which
feels strange, but the kiss still holds the same feelings that it’s always had.
Both of you aren’t too big on public displays of affection, so the kiss only
lasts for a short time, and then Shawn wraps his arm around your waist and
walks you in to the party.
“Hey, Y/N!” You hear someone shouting from the
doorway of the house. It’s hard to see them in the partial darkness, but you
recognise the sound of their voice. It’s Matt: your old friend from school that
you haven’t seen for about 3 years.
Shawn takes his hand off of your waist which
enables you to run forward slightly and hug Matt. “Oh my God! I can’t believe
it! How are you?” You ask him happily.
Matt hasn’t changed one bit, and simply looking
at him makes you feel nostalgic of the long days spent at school and just
hanging out together along with the rest of your big group of friends. “I’m
good, actually, better now that I’ve finally seen you again.” He replies,
looking you up and down as Shawn did earlier.
“Hey, I’m Shawn.” Shawn holds out his hand as he
comes over to where you’re standing in the doorway. Matt shakes his hand,
“Y/N’s boyfriend.” He adds, trying to be subtle.
Looking shocked for a moment, Matt thinks hard
and then it looks as though something then clicks in his mind, “Wait… I know
you, I’ve seen your face before somewhere.” He tells Shawn.
Shawn smiles wryly to himself, “Um, maybe you saw
me performing somewhere or in a magazine?” Matt looks at Shawn, and you can see
the immense confusion as clear as day all over his face. “I’m Shawn Mendes.” He
explains but still, there’s no reaction from Matt and you can see Shawn now
becoming marginally infuriated. “I sing this song called Stitches? Or maybe you
know Treat You Better? Mercy? There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back?” He crosses his
arms and waits for a response.
“I’ve probably heard them before… but I don’t
know them off the top of my head, sorry.” Matt replies, laughing softly in an
attempt to break the awkward atmosphere that Shawn successfully created.
You take Shawn’s arm and move your head to
gesture that you should move away. “It was really nice seeing you, Matt.” You
say kindly, and you can feel his eyes still on you as you walk with Shawn to go
and get a drink.
“What the hell was that? How have you changed so
much in the last few minutes?” You ask him, raising your voice just a little
bit so he knows that you’re serious.
He gazes at you and looks quite guilty as he
shrugs, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Shawn tells you, “I guess
I’m a little… jealous.” He shrugs his shoulders and you’re stunned that he
actually admitted this.
It’s cute really, but he does this a bit too
often. Shawn just assumes that any guy you know wants to get with you, and he
gets jealous when people have known you for longer than he has – even though
your months so far dating have felt like forever. You can’t remember what it
was like not being with Shawn, and you want him to understand that.
Shawn pours drinks out for you both, and you
thank him with a smile. Someone calls out Shawn’s name from what sounds like
the corner of the room, “Y/N, is it alright if I go and talk to them?”
You laugh incredulously, “You don’t need to ask
me – do whatever you want to do. It’s cool.”
The moment Shawn walks away from you, a breeze
tickles your back and lifts your hair up slightly. It’s not a breeze from an
open window or door though. Someone brushed past you, and then turned their
head back swiftly to look at you.
“I didn’t realise it was you!” Matt looks
shocked, and he looks around cautiously to see if he can spot Shawn anywhere in
sight. You guess that when he can’t see him nearby, he thinks it’s now okay for
him to actually approach you and talk to you. He takes a big drink from his
cup, “So what’s up with your boyfriend then?” He smiles, which means that he
now just has the widest grin you’ve ever seen considering he was already
smiling before he smiled again.
You take the tiniest sip of your drink, “I
honestly have no idea, but he’s okay now don’t worry.” You reply, realising
that for some unknown reason you feel slightly uncomfortable. Out of habit, you
do exactly what you normally do in awkward situations: which is look down at
the ground, keep shifting your feet and alternating the leg that you put most
of your body weight on.
He’s still smiling. It’s a very big smile. “I wanted
to say this earlier, but I don’t think it was a good time as we weren’t alone.
But I truly believe, Y/N, that you are the most beautiful girl here and you
look amazing tonight.”
Matt is very confident – he always has been. When
you were younger and you were both very close friends, he used to tell you
which girls he liked and asked if you thought that they liked him back. If you
gave him an answer that even slightly hinted at a yes, he would go for it. Go
straight up to the girl and let her know his thoughts and feelings. He didn’t
care about rejection at all. He was just so brave and you admired that. You used
to dream it would be you one day he liked, but you stayed as and never faltered
from being the girl he asked for help from. You were never the target for his
love. One day, you thought his confidence may tone down a little bit, but it
seems that it has only increased with age as most things do.
“That’s very sweet of you to say, Matt.” You tell
him, and you know instantly that he has no impact on you now. If Shawn had said
that to you, you would have blushed. Hard. He may be trying to flirt, but you’re
not willing to be swept off of your feet by anyone else but Shawn for a very,
very long time.
Matt moves in closer, which makes you stiffen marginally.
You’re extremely wary of what he might do, especially considering the fact that
he’s been at this party for a lot longer than you have so he’s fairly drunk
You feel another breeze on your back, but this
time it’s so strong it feels more like a scratch than a tickle.
“Hey, whatever-your-name-is! I think you’ve
probably been talking to my girlfriend for long enough now.” Shawn states
firmly as he slides smoothly in between both of you thankfully. “I really fancy
ordering a pizza and watching Harry Potter at home right now.”
Subtly, you give him a sweet smile that’s only
for him. It shows you’re grateful that he’s back, that you never want him to
leave again, and that you would absolutely kill for a pizza right now and
watching Harry Potter sounds 10 times better than this party. “Speak to you
again soon, Matt.” You say kindly.
“Call me yeah?” Matt winks directly at you, and
you see Shawn’s jaw clench tightly. Surely he knows that I would never call
another guy (especially one I’ve known for practically my whole life) to talk
in that way?
Shawn puts his arm around you and pulls you in
gently, but in a way you know is purposeful to show Matt who’s superior. He
makes you feel safe, and you’d go anywhere with him.
Exactly as you were expecting, Shawn heads
towards the front door that you came in through not long ago. He still has his
drink in his hand though just as you do, so before you head out you both look
at each other with a knowing glance, and simultaneously down the rest of your
“Woah.” You say whilst clenching up your face, as
you finally taste how strong the drink is.
Shawn chuckles, “Sorry I forgot you had alcohol.
I just have water.”
You put down your cup on the side and playfully punch
his chest, “Ugh I hate you, Mendes.”
With an even bigger smile than Matt’s earlier, he
replies softly, “I love you too.”