I HOPE I'M NOT TOO LATE FOR THIS!! But all three brothers reacting to fem!reader just needing a silent hug. Her arms slide around their neck and she buries her face in their shoulder and just sighs. Just needs to stay there and not talk for a little bit. Pretty, pretty please you write them so well! - hellpmeimobsessed
You know, I sure needed this the last couple days so it's a pleasure to spin it up for all of us. 💚
Bo smiles at you as you approach him, but the smile fades as he catches the expression on your face. "What's the matter, darlin'?" You shake your head, wrap your arms around him, bury your face in his chest. His arms rest loosely around you as he cranes his head to try and get a look at you. "Y'alright? Can I--" You mumble his name and squeeze him to shut him up. "Okay, alright." He hugs you to him, rocks gently back and forth. "Do you--" You make a discouraging sound. "Okay. I gotcha." He kisses the top of your head. "'S alright, baby, I gotcha."
Vincent looks up from his work when you walk in and say his name softly, a bit sadly. He watches as you approach, scanning your body language, the look in your eyes. He sets his tools down immediately and when you reach for him, he is already reaching for you. He pulls you to him, tucking you securely in his arms, his cheek nestled against yours. Like always, you know you don't need to speak; he understands you.
Lester waltzes in, a ball of energy belying his age. His face falls when he sees you, or more accurately, sees the sorrow on your face. "Aw, sweet pea, what's wrong?" You shake your head. "Alright, c'mere. C'mere." He slips an arm around your waist, guides your face into his neck. "It'll be okay, bug." Gently he squeezes the back of your neck, runs his hand up and down your spine, nuzzles your head. "It'll be okay. Promise."
