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🔪~Slashers x S/O Who Struggles To Stay Awake~🔪

Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Hannibal Lecter x Reader

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Bo Sinclair

At first, Bo thinks you're just being lazy.

He will not be so nice when confronting you about your constant sleeping, Bo would blow up telling you "Don't bother with ya chores since ya will just end up sleepin' anyways!" as he leaves the house for the day going to work at the garage. Not noticing the tears brimming in your eyes.

To Bo's surprise, he come home that night to find you passed out in the kitchen, laying with your face pressed against the table. An unfinished chore in front of you.

He feels bad for his earlier explosion once noticing your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Won't apologize verbally, but Bo will lift you up carrying you to bed a heavy feeling in his chest.

If you stir and try to apologize, he'll simply shush you.

After the initial explosion that comes with Bo, he'll ask you about your sleeping issue most likely over breakfast.

Once he learns about how much your constant drowsiness has been bothering you and how you were trying he'll end up feeling like more of an asshole.

Bo will find some two-way radios and will randomly check up on you throughout the day making sure you're awake and staying on task.

Bo will try to be considerate and give you more laborious or mobile tasks in hopes that constantly moving will help keep you awake.

If you are one to fall asleep in random places he will constantly worry for you. All it would take is one missing tourist to stumble upon you when you're conked out for everything to go to hell.

Despite his constant fear that you would end up asleep at the wrong time, he is more than happy to curl up with you for mid-day naps or let you rest on his lap while he watches a show and drinks. Spoiler, Bo just ends up watching your peacefully sleeping face.

The front door creaked open, heavy boots falling against the wooden floor of the Sinclair home. Every light was on despite how late it was. Bo furrowed his brows– usually, you would have shut everything off by now, before turning in for the night yourself.

He still remembered the angry fit he had left the house in that morning. The slamming of the front door and the hopeless look in your eyes.

Bo made his way to the kitchen passing the dining table before pulling open the fridge door. The old thing shaking on its hinges.

Wait– Bo turned. You were hunched over the table in an uncomfortable position snoring away. Bo cringed at the awkward way your back was hunched, the side of your face pressing into the wood.

"Fuckin' Honeydew," Bo sighed the cold beer waiting in the fridge for him forgotten, his hands much more occupied with lifting you. "Huh," you were dazed and drowsy as Bo carried you, bridal style, in his arms "It's alright," Bo muttered as you curled further into him.

Lester Sinclair

Lester wouldn't realize anything off with you constantly sleeping when the both of you first get together, but over time he would find it strange how often he had come home and you were passed out.