#sinclair sister

[loveandmurders]

I just have a question, did you ever write that adopted Sinclair sibling oneshot? If you did, I can't find it.

If you think about this, I'm going to post it as a little series at the beginning of 2025 :)

[thai-09]

I can't explain how much I loved her new outfit

honestly I need this coat

[achromatophoric]

Pre-Wenclair. Yoko sits at a table with Wednesday, casually sipping her blood pack, when a certain cheery werewolf arrives with something in hand.

Enid: Wednesday! You’ve gotta check this out!

Wednesday: What are you doing with my antique stabbing shears?

Enid: These aren’t yours, silly! I found ’em at the thrift store. Do you know what this means?

Wednesday: No. You may enlighten me.

Enid: It means we can be SCISSOR SISTERS! *squeals*

Yoko: *chokes on blood pack*

Wednesday: 🤔

Wednesday: Because we are both in possession of finely-crafted implements of the same make, which are as capable of shearing bone as they are fabric?

Enid: Totes!

Wednesday: *thoughtful hum* I accept. Scissor sisters it is.

Yoko: *coughs*

Enid: Wanna go test them out?

Wednesday: *stands* Very well, I suppose we can compare our scissoring techniques.

Yoko: *sputters*

Enid: Yoko, Wednesday and I are gonna go scissor in our room. See ya laters! *skips away*

Wednesday: *follows Enid* Before we begin, we shall have to whet them. Even, rhythmic strokes are…

Yoko: *sucks in a breath and rasps*

Yoko: C-Come back. I— *wheeze* —I have j-jokes!

Yoko: ��

[tricoufamily]

more ancient ocs i got bored and made as sims. they were doing every tired annoying romantasy trope years ahead of the curb smh i could have been making booktok bucks

[gravehags]

maralyn facey (sister imperator) can i rizz you up 😩

[frxstbyt]

two-bit headcanons? :3

two-bit headcanons

notes: bro, this guy's underrated as hell. :( time to write some hcs for them! :D

— a really good dancer

— does very good voice impressions (canon)

— very close with their little sister shannon (she's 8 in my au)

   ↑ their mom works a lot and shannon usually hangs out at her friends' house, but sometimes if they aren't available, two babysits her. he lets her paint their nails, do their hair, etc etc. he does all sorts of girly things but he don't give a shi bc they love her sm

— never really made a connection with girls until he met marcia

   ↑ from the very moment he saw her, it was just like an instant click. he couldn't stop thinking about her after they parted and feels terrible for ripping up her number. he sees her again post-canon and apologizes for never calling and to make up for it, he takes her on a date and long story short, they start dating (WHERE MY MAR-BIT SHIPPERS AT??)

— actually kinda misses their dad

   ↑ mr. mathews wasn't abusive, but he wasn't the greatest dad to have. he did actually try to support his family and be there for them, but he and his wife (her name is martha in my au) always got into arguments and it really had a bad affect on two. i mean, he and his dad did argue from time to time, but they were quite close. mr. mathews left a month before shannon was born. (two-bit was eleven at the time.) usually two-bit doesn't talk/think about their dad but when they do it's kinda hard for them 'cause they actually did have a good relationship and had a strong bond that collapsed the moment two realized his father wasn't coming back.

— straight, but super duper supportive of their friends

   ↑ he once threw hands with a soc for calling out darry (it was a miracle they weren't arrested)

— dallas is his buddy

   ↑ these two are WILD when they're together. keep away from them at all costs.

— made a bet that soda and steve were dating with dally and when stevepop came out, two marched right up to dally, held out his hand and said "they're datin', five bucks, pay up"

   ↑ dallas was PISSED

— they're one of the only ones who can get darry to act his age (dallas is the only other person)

   ↑ the two of them are childhood besties and sometimes two'll drag darry out to hang out and reminise of the good ol' days (nostalgia)

— had a pet goldfish. keyword "had"

   ↑ fishy had to go bye-bye via the toilet :(

— kleptomaniac (canon)

— math wizz. it's their favorite class at school.

— did gymnastics for like, three years and is insanely flexible

— double-jointed

— st. patrick's day is their favorite holiday aside from christmas (i hc them to be half-irish)

— allergic to peanuts (as well as like, everything else. poor guy has so many allergies.)

— messy. very messy. never cleans up after themself.

end notes: that's all for today. thanks for the ask, anon! ❤️

[livwritesstuff]

When he and Eddie adopt their oldest daughter, Moe, Steve begins to experience a phenomenon.

The phenomenon is that whenever Erica Sinclair comes up from Indiana to visit them, Moe just so happens to discover a brand new way to misbehave.

Now, Steve knows that this is mostly a coincidence. Moe is eighteen months old, the perfect age for getting herself into trouble, and she does that plenty even without an audience. There’s definitely a certain level of consistency to it when Erica was around, and that was bad enough, but the real problem (for Steve, anyway) is that Erica is an attorney. When Moe inevitably gets herself into some kind of shit, Erica doesn’t hesitate for even a second to jump in as Moe’s unofficial legal counsel purely for her own enjoyment.

Which is exactly what happens when Erica visits and they find Moe in her bedroom (Steve knew there was a reason she was being so damn quiet) scribbling on her walls with crayons.

“Moe, wha–”

“Excuse me, I’m her attorney,” Erica immediately says, crouching down by Moe’s side.

Steve tries to ignore her.

Did you do this?”

“Absolutely not,” Erica says, her eyes on Moe. Moe looks right back at her with her big brown eyes for a moment before looking up at Steve.

“No,” Moe shakes her head.

“Why are you holding a crayon, then?”

“Where,” Erica demanded. Moe holds up her orange crayon with a cheeky grin, “Oh, I–”

“Did you do it?” he repeats.

“Objection – asked and answered,” she cuts in even as Moe shakes her head again.

“Okay, Moe, you know we only draw on paper, right?”

“Objection – art is subjective.”

Steve pauses to shoot Erica a look, but even in that short amount of time, Moe decides to turn back to the wall and resume her scribblings.

Erica does a double-take.

“Are you kidding me?” she mutters through gritted teeth, “Stop.”

[middleagedmenyaoi]

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[unholyhelbig]

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[zaynmirrors]

A/N: Back again with another chapter, I have a playlist if you guys are interested! If you wanna be tagged in the next chapter let me know! Also unsure if if this will have the upside down cause I feel like it's hard with Jovie. Taglist is open!

Eddie Munson x Mom! Reader.

TW: Children

Chapter 2

When Eddie awoke, he noted the missing weight on his chest but wasn’t concerned figuring her mother had taken her from him sometime in the night, or at this point: morning.

He didn’t hear the quiet padding on the carpet as Jovie made her way back to him. Eddie had easily become her next favorite person. He was something new, she liked new.

She stared at him as Eddie lay with his eyes still closed. “Leave him be Jovie,” y/n said softly, careful to not wake Eddie who unbeknownst to her was already awake.

“Mama, make breakfast?” The tiny being asked, not at all quiet. Eddie heard y/n snort and found it to be the most adorable sound. She answered the child too quietly for Eddie’s ears to pick up but heard them or at least y/n retreat into the kitchen.

“Dude get up,” Mike said nudging Eddie’s feet. Eddie quickly flipped off the wheeler boy and opened his eyes, wincing when the light hit them. Mike was flipping Eddie off as he sat up. “Very nice Wheeler,” Eddie says rolling eyes.

Jovie gasped as she heard his voice, and padded her way over to him leaving her mother in the kitchen. “Like breakfast?” She asked him, grabbing his attention with her broken speech.

He smiled at her. Taking in her pigtails and almost too-long tee. “Oh man I love breakfast” Eddie wasn’t sure where this came from: The sudden knowledge of how to say things to the tiny being.

Jovie held out her hand, and Eddie offered his much larger one. Her small hand wrapped around just two of his fingers and pulled on him. This action only barely jerked his arm instead of pulling him up like she had planned.

Eddie stood, letting her lead the way. Y/n stood at the counter whisking what looked to be eggs with a fork in a large porcelain blue bowl. "Help yourselves" she spoke not looking up from her task of whisking.

Eddie grabbed a plate and made one for Jovie seeing as the other teens were piling food on their own plates, not bothering to leave enough for the child. Once he piled food onto her plate he then stared at the plastic baby blue highchair. "How the f-" he stopped himself short, "How does she get in this thing" he asked, terrified to break the foreign technology.

y/n came and slipped the child in as if it were nothing then just resumed making breakfast for the ravenous teen boys. "Thank you for feeding her" She offered Eddie a smile that sent a fuzzy feeling into his stomach.

"She probably wouldn't get to eat otherwise" Eddie joked, y/n laughed. He prayed to any god that she wouldn’t see the blush that spread across his face.

“You’re probably right” she smiled. Her smile quickly faltered as she concentrated, mind mulling over her next words. Her lips pursed as she spoke, “I have an extra ticket to go see this band, would you consider going?” He blinks, taken aback but she just continues before he can speak “My friend flaked and you look like you would enjoy Crusader”

“Wait, you have tickets to see Crusader?” He asks, more in awe that she even knew who Crusader was, she definitely wasn’t that type of girl, at least he thought she wasn’t.

“Yes, I just asked you to go with me” she shot back. Even her sarcasm was attractive to him, “can you hear under all that hair?” This was a tease, one that got him to smile.

“When is it?” He asked. He then learned it was Saturday at seven. He felt like this was an easy decision. Eddie had been dying to see this band. "Works for me"

They talked details, deciding y/n was going to drive. She’d also pick him up being as she would already be out dropping Jovie off with the babysitter. Eddie was very excited for this Saturday.

-

“Hey, are you ready to have some fun?” Steve asked the tiny girl who stood in front of him unamused at his overly excited tone. He glances up at y/n and says, “tough crowd”

The joke caused a snort to sound from y/n. “I don't know how fun she’ll be, she didn’t sleep well.” Steve offers a sympathetic smile and holds out hands to pick up the tiny human.

Jovie waddles her way into his arms, he squeezes her to him and lifts her into the air. Steve’s careful to sling her on his hip. Once she was settled he held his free arm out for the diaper bag. Which y/n placed on his shoulder.

“Have fun, y/n, you deserve it” he says, offering her a small smile while bouncing the child on his hip.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” she said to both Steve and her child but going to give her child a kiss on the cheek. “Bye Steve!” She called as she walked out the door and to her car.

She sat a moment in the car contemplating this excursion. Y/n did not want to be away from her baby, in fact this was the first time she’d be leaving her. It was not sitting well.

Y/n turned the key, igniting the ignition and back out of the parking spot. If only she hadn’t promised Eddie a ticket. She’d turn right back around.

The drive to pick up Eddie was short, he had waited on her at the edge of the road. Not wanting the embarrassment of her seeing where he lived, though he guessed everyone knew.

“Hey!” She beamed as he got into the passenger side of the car. “You excited?”

“Hell yeah!” He was beyond excited. This band was a local legend. He aspired to follow in their footsteps. “Let’s go” Pulling off the side of the road, they began their journey.

Chapter 3

[pan-anarcho]

out of context Ao3 tags but it's for Bioshock characters (if you get the one with Jack & Delta you're a real one)

[loveandmurders]

So I had an idea about a sister! Sinclair story.. I just really like your AU that you've brought to life. It kinda a funny and super short idea.

The idea ive had involves a TikTok (I can send it to you if you want, it was pretty funny to me) it has just the right amount of people to use for it.

I wanted to tell you the idea before I sent you the video but I was worried you wouldn't want to be sent anything with out permission first.

Well that's it! Have a nice day!

Hello love, this is very sweet of you to ask for my permission :)

Of course you can send me the TikTok and tell me your idea. I'm super glad you're enjoying my AU btw 🥰

(I'm super late with my requests, though, so I won't be able to write for yours right away!)

Have a nice day, too!!

[bestsistertournament]

[terapsina]

Who is your favorite of the ships containing that YA Romantic WLW Subtext Battle Couple Energy?

[taivans]

i didn't mean to scare ya, it's just my hysteria.

@lgbtqcreators​ creator bingo — blending

[thewolffairytaler]

The Angelic Sinclair's first word - part 2 | Sinclair brothers x little sister reader

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Summary: The seventeen month old baby had already learned to crawl and comprehend who the people in her little world were, but she hasn't uttered a single thing yet. Making her parents, Trudy and Victor, worry that there was something wrong with her. However, the baby girl proved them wrong once she started uttering a name at the dinner table.

There was always something going on in the Sinclair home, albeit in a rather chaotic way. In the midst of the twins' childhood tragedies, Bo and Vincent, and the constant din of parental worries, a quiet but alluring presence presided over the scene: young Sinclair. A small gremlin wrapped in a bundle of soft, pastel-colored clothing, she was still a mystery at seventeen months. The tiny girl remained firmly silent, communicating only with expressive eyes, playful gurgles, and the occasional piercing cry of displeasure, while other children her age would be babbled a symphony of incomprehensible syllables.

Her quietude had become a source of increasingly anxious whispers between Victor and Trudy. Victor, a man of practical, almost clinical thinking, was beginning to worry, a furrow deepening between his brows with each passing day. He spent hours going back to his mental studies, his gaze fixated on articles and forums, his unease growing with each new symptom he read. He couldn't help but notice the way the girl interacted – or didn't interact – with the world around her. Her gaze often seemed unfocused, lost in some internal world. She didn't always respond to her name, and her playful interactions were often fleeting, sometimes bordering on aloofness. The possibility of autism, a word he had initially dismissed as alarmist, now weighed heavily on his mind. He found himself watching her with a scrutinizing intensity, searching for any clue, any sign that might either confirm or allay his fears. He had brought it up several times with Trudy, who, while sharing his worries, seemed to hold onto the hope that perhaps the lass was just a slow talker. Trudy would brush back her blond hair with her fingers, a tired yet laid-back smile playing on her lips, and remind Victor that "every child develops at their own pace." She would cite her own childhood, saying that she had been a quiet baby as well, only starting to talk properly when she was around two years old.

However, despite her concerns, Trudy had noticed that there was one person who consistently could light up the baby's face. That person was the youngest brother, five-year-old Lester. Lester, with his boundless energy and earnest attempts at slapstick humour, had a peculiar gift for extracting giggles and peals of laughter from his normally reserved little sister. He would make silly faces, pull funny voices, or engage in exaggerated physical comedy, often resulting in the lass's small, round face crumpling into a smile, followed by a delighted, high-pitched giggle. These moments, though fleeting, were precious, reminding Trudy that, despite her silence, she wasn't devoid of connection, of joy, of an understanding that transcended words. She would often find herself watching their interactions with a sense of relief, a reminder that she was, in fact, a very happy little girl.

Bo and Vincent, the seven-year-old twins, were less involved in the day-to-day care of their youngest sister, their lives consumed by the usual daily activities that were either forced upon them, or that they wanted to be left alone for a while. While they found the little angel endearing in her own quiet way, they were often distracted by their own concerns. Vincent, pragmatic and analytical, would often observe his sister with a detached curiosity, wondering what went through her tiny, still developing mind. Bo, the more impulsive and emotional of the two, was content to give her a quick pat on the head before disappearing back upstairs to their room. They weren't particularly worried. They acknowledged that their youngest sister was a little 'weird,' but that was what made her unique. However, they did find themselves silently annoyed with how much attention she got from their parents, especially Trudy, which made them start to realise how they were once the centre of their parents' universe.

The family’s dynamics seemed to coalesce each evening during dinner. The family gathered around the large, cheap metal table, each member of the family settling into their usual place. Victor sat at the head, his gaze often drifting to the baby seated in her high chair beside Trudy. He would watch her, meticulously searching for some kind of improvement, any changes in behaviour. On the other hand, Trudy would do her best to try and interact with her daughter. She would present different foods to her, speaking to her gently, hoping for any kind of response. Lester, ever the enthusiastic entertainer, would sit opposite to the baby, often making funny faces or blowing raspberries, always ready to elicit a giggle. Bo would eat his meal in silence, occasionally exchanging a look with his twin on his right. Vincent would attempt to get Trudy's attention in order to tell her his growing skills in wax sculpure. The dinner conversations usually floated around them, a comforting background noise to their meals.

One particular evening, the atmosphere at the dinner table was thick with a familiar blend of unspoken worries and nervous anticipation. Victor had brought up the 'autism' discussion again, his voice low, his gaze fixed on the baby as she munched on a piece of softened carrot. Trudy, unable to meet his gaze, busied herself wiping a bit of pureed food from her chin. Bo and Vincent had tuned out the conversation – they had heard similar discussions too many times in the past few weeks. Lester, however, seemed to sense the shift in mood, his light-hearted antics abruptly ceasing. He glanced between his parents before setting his sights on his baby sister, giving her a small, endearing smile.

Then, as if the heavens themselves had opened up, the silence shattered. Her small, wide eyes fixed directly on Lester, let out a tiny, barely audible sound. The room went still. The clinking of cutlery halted. The hum of the refrigerator seemed to fade into the background. Every eye was on the baby. She took a breath, her chest rising and falling in tiny movements before uttering the words again, this time a little louder and more clear: "Les...ter." The name, though still fragmented, was unmistakable. It was her first word.

The room fell silent as a group. All members of the family were frozen, barely daring to breathe. Victor looked at her as though he had never seen her before, his countenance a mix of shock and relief. Trudy gave her daughter a lot of praise right away, telling her simply that she did a fantastic job and should keep doing so. She felt a surge of feeling, a strong blend of relief and thankfulness, as though a burden had been removed from her chest. Lester didn't think twice, his heart swelled with a mix of incredulity and ecstatic delight. He carefully unbuckled her from the baby chair, his hands gentle as he scooped her up, cradling her close to his chest. Her small body felt impossibly light in his arms, the weight of her first word, however, a treasure he would carry forever.

The twins, Vincent and Bo, looked at each other with wide eyes, a look of astonishment mixed with amazement on their features. The sibling rivalry and angst briefly subsided in favour of pure amazement. But underneath all of the relief and happiness, a faint undercurrent of something else started to stir. Despite their sincere joy for their sister, Bo and Vincent couldn't help but experience a twinge of jealousy. Lester's name had been her first word, the first indication that she was speaking to the outside world. Even if it wasn't the objective, it was evidence of the unique link they had that seemed to exclude them. They had been relegated to the role of silent observers, watching as the baby sister who they had merely treated as wallpaper in their home now had somehow managed to express herself, her first word being the name of their younger brother. It was a subtle jab to their egos, a reminder of their place in the family hierarchy, the unspoken truth that Lester, for better or worse, seemed to hold a special place in their litte angel's heart.

Victor relaxed, the worry lines around his eyes softened, finally letting himself enjoy the moment. Lester constantly fussed over her, ensuring the baby knew how happy he was, whilst also teaching her to say a sentence with his name. Bo and Vincent, on the other hand, would retire to their room earlier than usual, both trying to process what had just happened in their own way. With their complicated relationships, the Sinclair family had just gone through a period of great importance that served as a reminder that even the smallest voices may have the greatest impact, even in the middle of commotion and noise. Despite that the youngest member of the family had spoken, the sibling rivalries and hidden conflicts had nevertheless surfaced, further complicating the already tumultuous family dynamics.

Author's note: I don't know if you're enjoying this or not, but I am planning on writing good/conflicting memories with the brothers before a big event occurs. So not only will you read about their childhood, but also moments where it will make sense when I write about the current timeline of the House of Wax film/movie.