#I have a lot of thoughts kskskskks

[zappedbyzabka]

I’ve seen a lot of werewolf Johnny, which is quite cute, but what about werewolf Daniel?

[early20sfailingplenty]

This is inspired by a conversation @imbleedin-out and I had about hugging the brothers out of the blue and I’ve been feeling quite badly this evening so I wanted to write it out kskskskk I hope you all like this!!!! There’s plenty more fics in my drafts which I’m excited to write out and share with you. I only started writing for the Sinclairs two weeks ago and it’s just amazing how many of you have been reaching out with questions, requests and the like. Thank you for your patience while I work out the formatting issues; fics will only be posted once now!!!🌸✨💖

GN!reader, no coded language, “you” & Y/N used.

Walking up to the Sinclairs and hugging them out of the blue (comfort, fluff).

Word count for all three sets: 1, 170.

Sweetheart Lester🥺😭💖 // 318 words.

You had known that you weren’t feeling good this day, but you hadn’t expected for the very sight of Lester to cause you to want burst into tears. You were even more tender than you had first thought, your mind in a spin and your thoughts a hurricane which was threatening to destroy you from the inside. A lump built up in your throat. If your thoughts were a poison, then Lester was the antidote and, oh, how you needed him. 

Your heart ached at the sight of him. The mismatched colours of his outfit - which only he could pull off. No other in the world could wear what Lester did and look even half as good as he did. He was leaned up against his truck, his arms crossed as one of his boots scuffed at the dirt. Restless.

“Hey, Y/N!” Lester’s face threatened to split in half with how widely he smiled, and you felt your bottom lip wobble as you attempted to smile back at him. The softness in his brown eyes, the way the sun caught his hat and cast a darker shadow across his face, the way Lester was just there when you needed him to be... it was too much for you and you broke.

You threw yourself at Lester, trusting him to catch you. He did. He always did. His arms wrapped around you tightly, just as you began to cry, and Lester chuckled awkwardly. “Hey, now, shush,” Lester rubbed your back, his hand travelling up and down in solid, fluid motions, confident could he be when it came to taking care of you; his one and only. “Y’re all righ’, darlin’.” Lester shifted his weight, leant up against his truck was he, and he resolved to stay there until you pulled away from him or felt better. Whichever came first.

Nothing was more important to him than you were.

Bo and Vinny under the cut!!!

Pretty Bo😍💖 // 428 words.

Of all the Sinclairs, Bo was arguably the hardest one to create and then maintain a relationship with. It was one step forward, two steps back and a whole lot of patience. Every time you had thought in the past that you knew him, he had said or done something which went against the construct in your mind; a contradictory man could he be. Bo was not an easy man to get to know, to be involved with, to love. But nothing worth doing was easy, and you had always loved a challenge. 

It had taken a long time for the both of you to become comfortable in the carefully cultivated, delicately crafted relationship in which you found yourselves, and even after months of being together was it difficult sometimes for you to know how to interact with Bo. His mood could change in a second, a soft hug could turn into a tight grip with just a whisper, his wants could move from one end of the spectrum to the next with a single touch. You never knew from one moment to the next, unpredictable was he, but your current low mood was such that you were willing to risk it all just for a hug.

You made your way down to the garage slowly, your every step heavy. Weighed down were you by your own existence this day and completely craving a kind touch from Bo. What you would be met with, you knew not, but you were past the point of being able to care. You just wanted Bo and you wouldn’t stop or give up until you got him.

“Bo.” Your tone of voice caught his attention immediately and Bo looked up so fast that you thought you heard something crack. His eyes meeting yours made you lunge forward as you threw yourself at him. Bo caught you swiftly, grunting with the exertion but refusing to let go.

“What is the matter wit’ you?” Bo muttered, half curious, half worried. He held you tight and you shook your head as you wrapped your legs around his waist, curling into him all the way. “All right,” Bo chuckled, “S’pose I can take a break.” The humour in his tone matched not his tight grip, the slight tremble in his hands, the way he walked with you clinging to him further into the garage, shielding you from the outside world and from yourself.

You stayed there in his hold for as long as you wanted to; nothing and no one could harm you. You were safe.

Ethereal Vincent (Vinnyyyyyyyyy ~ 🥰🥺🌸💖) // 424 words.

Ambrose was a beautiful town, it was true. The illusion of it being a quiet but busy town was one easily maintained, and only someone who dared to look beneath the surface would very easily begin to see the decay which wracked the town. You had always loved exploring the town on your own terms, though sometimes one of the twins accompanied you; both to ensure that you didn’t try to run away, but also because they could spend some proper time with you and experience the town through your eyes. Vicarious experiences in Ambrose, a well loved and worn town, were very rare and the Sinclairs jumped on them. 

You loved the town, but Vincent’s basement was your number one favourite location. You could, would, and did spend hours there every single day, simply basking in your love’s presence. The scraping of his tools, the hissing of melting wax, his hands rubbing down appendages and the altogether tender sounds of Vincent lovingly crafting a sculpture was one of your most beloved sound combinations. The quiet rustling of his clothes as he moved, the roaring of the fire underneath the vat of wax, the soft snores Jonesy emitted from her place on the twin bed... it was absolute heaven and you could never get enough of being down there.

Vincent was a solitary man but he loved you being down there with him and he only turned you away when he felt that it was necessary. You spent time together separately, but on this day even being right beside Vincent wasn’t enough. You needed more. More of him, of his space, of his touch, his scent, his quiet rasps and gentle gestures. He treated you like glass, loathe was he to be rough with you even when you asked for it. You were amongst Vincent’s treasures, and he treated you as such.

Did you dare to interrupt him, working such as he was? No, you didn’t; he shared a temper with his brother, though its expression was quieter. It was just as deadly, however. Even so, with baited breath did you climb into his lap. Your arms looped around his neck and Vincent huffed in amusement; he knew you too well. His arms closed the distance and he pulled you tightly against him. His muse wanted his attention? He’d give you all of it and more... and so on, until you didn’t know what to do with yourself in the face of all of his love for you.

Vincent never did anything by halves.