Hi! Hope Ur Requests Are Open, If Not Feel Free To Ignore.

Hi! Hope ur requests are open, if not feel free to ignore.

either way, hope this finds you well. Could i request Sinclair brothers hc (separately) with an S/O whose touch-starved and wants their attention often?

Tyy <3

if the sinclair brothers have no fans it is because i am dead..... i missed writing them so so much, i hope you like this! :D

SINCLAIR BROTHERS w/ GN S/O WHO IS TOUCH STARVED

BO SINCLAIR

He thinks you're just needy at first, spending so much time with him, hanging off his every word...

It does WONDERS for his ego

So when you start dating, he enjoys the neediness all the more now that it's all HIS

Initially, he finds it a little annoying because he enjoys having his personal space

But you grow on him - he invites you to the auto shop more often and lets you pick the music, he'll hold your waist when talking to town visitors, and he makes a point of holding your hand more often when out walking

He tries to teach you about cars too so you can help out around the shop but you're too busy just flourishing in his attention

(Its okay, he'll teach you some other time)

He likes kissing your cheek or the back of your hand like some Casanova, like a husband from one of those old black and white tv shows where the husband leaves for work

When Bo comes home, you'll cuddle on the couch and watch movies - he doesn't care if his brothers see

Read em and weep, Vince, he's got the most gorgeous person as his significant other!

VINCENT SINCLAIR

At first, he's so shy he doesn't want to come near you

Being touched is not a familiar feeling for him, especially since he finds you so, so pretty

When the two of you start dating (no one was more surprised than Vincent) you double down on wanting to spend time with him and just touch him

Be slow with him, start with brushing fingers and holding hands and build up to more - he'll be so receptive to that

Once he's used to being touched, he can't get enough of it from you

He's not too big on kissing since the mask makes it a bit tricky but the times you do really kiss are always the softest, most gentle things

Vince loves when you offer to braid his hair or show interest in his work, especially if you want to help him make the wax figures

He prefers to stay in his workshop so you're not really seen with him around the visitors - not unless they're on his worktable - but he'll always hold your hand under the table at family dinners

Slow dancing becomes a habit for you two. He'll play soft classical music from his stereo and the two of you will dance together during downtime between visitors

If you want, he'll paint on your back. You can lay on the bed and let him paint murals on you, take photos with a polaroid camera for you to see... You're the most beautiful canvas he's ever had

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester's just surprised you want to touch him

After all, he smells like roadkill half the time and he doesn't exactly consider himself easy on the eyes

So when you want to be around him so much, accompany him on the road, he's shocked

When you ask him out, he becomes a little more confident in himself

He holds hands with you across the center console and slides his hand in your back pocket when he talks with visitors

Lester is sweet though and is also very touch starved, so you two have that in common

The good thing about having a flexible work schedule means you two can spend quite a lot of time together

You two go walking Jonesy together and just talk about your days together, brushing fingers and shoulders like you're both still blushy schoolkids with crushes

He loves to brush the back of your hand with his thumb, your fingers interlocked, and he thinks about marrying you right then and there

Does anyone else fantasize about their favorite slasher killing them, or am I especially deranged

I've said this before, but I wish I could make a folder on tumblr where I would stash fics like this one when I need comfort.

It would certwinly fix at least one of my problems.

As Long As It Takes

Masterlist

AO3 link

Rating: Mature 

Tags: Silco x gn!reader, soft Silco, depression, grief, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort

Word count: 705

Beta Readers: none. we die like my will to do anything

Silco notices that you've been off. He comes to quietly reassure you as you rest.

A/N: Sorry for the absence. Let's just say the reader in this one-shot is semi-autobiographical. This one's short enough that I'm just going to post the whole thing here.

You've been sleeping a lot more.

You tell yourself it's just from overworking. That it's natural for you to sleep more when you're this drained. You're working longer, harder hours.

But you know that isn't it.

You nap more frequently, for longer periods of time.

You go to bed sooner.

Wake up later.

It's becoming a pattern.

And despite your best efforts to hide it, Silco—your partner—has noticed.

You're in his room, on his bed. The bed you've shared together since you started seeing each other. You still have your own apartment, but you stay at The Last Drop more often than not. 

This is where he finds you, laying on your side, your back to the door.

You hear the soft creak of the door’s hinges before a gentle, booted footstep. Then, another step before the door closes.

Silco says your name, voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake you if you're still asleep.

Your fingers cling to the pillow as you close your eyes, pretending to sleep. 

There's more footsteps as your partner makes his way around the bed, followed by the mattress groaning as he sits. You feel his weight sinking the bed next to you and keep your eyes closed.

Gently, he places his palm on your hip before letting out a deep exhale. 

“I won't pretend to know exactly what's going on,” he starts, “Nor that I have all the answers.”

You keep your eyes closed, focusing on his voice.

“But I know something is wrong,” he continues. “Don't think I haven't noticed—the way you retreat here immediately after your shift. The way you've stopped going out.”

He lets out another sigh. When he speaks, his voice seems a little further away, like he's turned his face away from you to look at the wall.

“I could lie to you: tell you it'll get better. But the truth is… sometimes it doesn't.”

Your lips pinch into a line as you feel a familiar sting growing behind your eyes. 

“It never really goes away. Grief. Depression. We don't… conquer it, so much as learn to live with it.”

You hear him shift and feel his gaze on your face without seeing it. 

“But just know—you don't have to go through this alone. I'll be here to listen when you're ready.”

The both of you stay like this for a moment. You, laying on your side, eyes resolutely shut. Silco, with his hand resting on your hip, mismatched eyes tracking across your face.

After a beat, the mattress squeaks as his weight leaves it. You feel his hand start to leave you and, in an instant, give yourself away as you grab his wrist.

He gives a small startled sound and you turn to look up at him.

“Please don't go,” you whisper, a tear forcing its way past your defenses. “Please stay.”

He looks at you with gentle eyes and gives you a small nod before sitting back down. As he does, both your hands move, fingers lacing together.

Your throat bobs and your eyes turn down, looking at the sheets to avoid his gaze.

“I'm not ready.”

When you dare look up at him, he answers by simply shaking his head.

“It's okay.” 

He leans down and brings his scarred lips to your temple. You melt a little into the touch, eyes fluttering closed at the warm contact. When he pulls away, it's a mere inch, his breath still in your hair as he whispers.

“I'll wait as long as it takes.”

You pinch your lips together, eyes still closed tight as you nod. 

At that, Silco shifts to move behind you. He maneuvers his way under the sheets, his arm wrapping around your waist. You feel him slot himself behind you, his chest pressed into your back as his legs perfectly fit behind yours. You cling to his arm, pulling him closer. 

He buries his face in your neck, taking in a deep breath before kissing you gently there.

And as you both drift off to sleep, you feel just a little bit more hopeful.

Maybe tomorrow will be a little bit better.

How bad could it really be?

When you have Silco?

Taglist: @averagecrastinator @mazikomo @writingmysanity @insult-2-injury @ariaud @jennrosefx @ins0mniac-whack @steponmesilco  @sherwood-forests @leave-me-alone-silco @givemebeansnow @aeryntheofficial @dreamyonahill @lostbunn @whatisafandom @violet-19999 @juicboxd @sageandberries-png @sirenofzaun @blissfulip @mutedwordz @fly-like-egyptian-musk @jennithejester @mrsdelirium @witheringblooddemon

Join my taglist!

I am Samira from Gaza🇵🇸🥺. I am displaced from northern 🚕Gaza to the south🚕8 times I suffer from asthma 😷and shortness of breath. . I am also pregnant 🫄🧑‍🍼and a mother of three children👶👶👶 who suffer from skin diseases💔😭. My house was completely bombed🏡🧱🥹❌. Please. Help me save my children👶🧑. Donate to me via the link💸 😭💔

https://gofund.me/18a035a1

Please, if you have any spare money, donate, it will help tremendously. But even if not, reblog, to get this to as many people as possible, because that way there is chance this will cross someone, who can truly help.

You can make a difference <3

Me when I see a totally rotten character, but he’s hot 🤌🏻