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Brother Headcanon

Simeon had only relationship in high school with a boy. He fell in love so easily, surrounded by confusing emotions and empty words, he blinded himself from the deceit he should have seen in the boy. It was toxic and almost ended violently for Simeon until his brother Sam stepped in. Sam did handle it very violently though, and was arrested and held for a night in the county jail before being released. It’s still on his record to this day. 

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High school Headcanon

Samuel was always seen as dangerous due to his unwieldy temper. People preferred his brother, Simeon, much more due to his quiet charm despite the face that Sam was more socially “fun” in the way that high school students tended to gravitate towards.  

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Headcanon

Simeon works as a graphic designer and loves to keep his laptop on him. For being only 24, he has an office decked with at least five screens and ultimate protection that he's customized himself.

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February 9th

Simeon sighed as he set the keys in the bowl and shrugged off his coat. Setting it on the rack and finally toeing off his shoes, he moved to the next step, sliding off his shoulder bag holding all of his tech and moving forward to place it on the couch. Or he thought he would at least.

He gasped , but quickly reeled himself in, clutching a hand to his chest and catching the bag before it landed on fur. “God damn it Sam, what the hell?” he exclaimed, choosing to set it behind the couch in stead. There sat a full grown tiger stretched out and staring at the television watching some stupid reality TV show. The large head of the feline turned to look up at Simeon, disinterest apparent in his features. Sam gave him a look and turned back to his program without comment. Simeon didn't expect any comment, but he wanted one.

“What if I had brought a friend home?” The Bengal chuffed, not even turning again. “Okay, so I don't do that very often, but I could have. What were you going to do, try to blend into the couch?” Without warning the tiger shifted, his fur swiftly transforming into a snowy white color disrupted by faded black stripes. “Oh yeah, very funny.”

Simeon loved living with his brother, but then he went and did things like this. “Can you just shift so I can actually talk to you.” There was a pause, but the tiger stayed the same, ignoring Simeon. “I know you like to be bigger when you're upset. I'm not stupid.”

Samuel finally huffed, and then his body slowly started rearranging before picking up speed. The fur retracted into skin and eyes changed back to a smooth blue. He turned onto his back and looked up at Simeon, trying for a smile but it was obviously fake.

He wasn't wearing anything but gray sweats and socks, his bare chest showing hints of forming muscles. His eyes were clouded though, not physically, but Sim could tell that there was something bothering his brother. And if he didn't go by appearances, he could feel the emotions swimming around Sam's head and heart. He moved around to the front of the couch and kneeled in front it, looking down at Sam with expecting eyes. Simeon knew the routine by now, he would have to be gentle rather than firm if he was going to get his brother to talk. He wasn't expecting a quick confession, he was mainly just waiting for Sam to say he wanted something.

Sim would, of course, go fetch it whether it be his favorite blueberry tea or some warm soup. Anything that would make him feel comfortable really. So he sat there, waiting for the words to come out of his mouth.

“Can you lay down?” Simeon squinted his eyes in confusion. He rested a hand beside Sam's face, looking at him intently.

“What do you mean? Do you want me to lay down with you?” Sam nodded his head. Simeon knew that they wouldn't speak of this moment later when Sam was feeling better. He just felt so vulnerable in these moments, and Simeon had told him over and over to just let him take care of him. “Okay, whatever you want.”

Simeon smiled as he gently pulled his torso up, just enough so he could slide behind his brother's back. His right leg hung off of the couch and the other ran along Sam's torso ending at his thigh. Once Simeon was comfortable, he let Sam move back into the V of his legs, Sam's back laying over Simeon's chest.

It was a familiar position. Sam wouldn't act like this often, but when he did he either wanted to lay his head on Sim's chest to listen to his heart or feel it beating even and slow in between his shoulder blades.

They laid there for a while in silence, the television muted by Simeon almost as soon as they got settled. Simeon was patient as he felt each of Sam's emotions change positions out of the fore-front. It went from scared, to worried, to a gentle calm that told Simeon that he felt safe.

“I remembered.” That's all he said for a moment. “It's February 9th, and I remembered.” Simeon sighed. He had been walking around all day hoping that Sam wouldn't recognize the significance of this date.

“I hurt her, I irreparably damaged her vocal chords and left her with a scar that will never go away. I remember my paw,” he stopped his voice short after it cracked, a sob leaving his mouth.

“Hey, hey, no, shh.” Simeon wrapped his arms around his torso, resting his chin on Sam's shoulder and comforting him. “You don't have to tell me, I know, it's okay. Okay? She is living and she is healthy. Remember how you immediately shifted and cried? That means you have remorse and that you were sorry. You could not control it, so don't you ever blame yourself. Okay?” Simeon spoke slowly but fiercely. He couldn't stand to feel the other's body shake and the rapid fire gasps he took to try to make up for the air he was losing to the sobs. Sam nodded his head against Simeon but the tears kept flowing, his mind stuck in the memory he couldn't escape. There were many of them, each hitting him so hard with regret and self-loathing Simeon would have to slowly lull him into sleep some days.

Today, the crying did his job for him. Sam quickly turned over so that he could rest his head against Simeon's chest, ear perfectly perched against his heart. He raised his right hand that was closest to the back of the couch, and rested it on Simeon's bicep. Each beat was tapped onto his arm until Sam's slowly stopped moving and then relaxed as the other boy lost consciousness. Simeon followed suit soon after, exhausted from the day and feeling the onslaught of his brother's emotions.

They slept on the couch all day until the sun finally set and all the other stars had come to take it's place. Simeon would eventually wake up, always before Sam, and bring them both to Sam's bedroom. In the morning, there would be no questions asked, and no sappy confessions. Maybe some blueberry tea, and coffee for Simeon, and they would resume normal life.  

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ψ for a brother headcanon ⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do [for Sam]

ψ Brother Headcanon

Samuel is really close to his brother, of course. Everyone who knows them knows that. Simeon is easily caught ill, so whenever he has the slightest sign of a cold, Sam puts him to bed rest. If Simeon gets worse, Sam will slip into the covers to cuddle with him and they’ll sleep like this until he gets better. You’ll never get him to admit it though.

⌆ Nervous Tic

When Sam gets nervous, he likes to laugh. Whether its a barely-there chuckle or full on hysterics, he will try to laugh his way out of any awkward situation. 

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Headcanon

Simeon cries really easily. He's just especially sensitive and will cry for others readily. He's always been the opposite of his brother in that his emotions are always given away on his face, so it's hard to hold his tears back.