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A plate of warmth and sweetness - oneshot | Drunk Bo x female reader

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Summary: Bo has had a long exhausting day, that he just wanted to feel comfortable, and take a break for at least a couple of hours. Having taken a couple of beer bottles beforehand, he wasn't satisfied with it and needed to get back home to his woman that he had kidnapped a few months prior. Not caring what he exactly wanted from her, but just wanted to rest against her. Feel her presence, one might say.

The oldest Sinclair was exhausted and perspiring. He had spent the whole day hunting a group of tourists, which was supposed to go on smoothly if one of the girls hadn't been a junior journalist that was too curious, not to mention snopping around for too long. What a damn annoying shrew. The evening air clung heavily to him as he trudged up the steps of his home. His mechanic overalls, damp with perspiration, felt like a second skin, sticking to his back and amplifying the ache in his muscles. A headache throbbed at his temples, the culmination of both the day’s labour and the few too many beers he'd downed to wash away the grit of his work. He’d barely managed to slam the door of his truck shut before he felt the pull of exhaustion weigh him down like a leaden anchor.

Kicking off his worn brown shoes at the threshold, he tossed his cap aside, the fabric still drenched from the sweltering afternoon sun. The familiar scent of home greeted him, and a blend of a wax candle brought the comforting feeling. He turned his gaze towards the kitchen and spotted a woman he knew well, her back to him as she busied herself with dinner. A weary sigh escaped his lips, the kind that spoke volumes of both relief and resignation. Here was a safe haven from the day’s hectic hunt, yet the weight of fatigue still pressed on his shoulders, urging him to find solace in her presence, even as the tension in his body begged for rest.

She could hear the familiar footsteps coming towards her as she was putting a few food items on the worktop, but she didn’t do anything yet, knowing that Bo would most likely want to do whatever he wanted before hearing opinions. Bo was walking up behind (Y/n) and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his sweaty yet surprisingly muscular body. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath and smelling her hair. No matter what situation she was in, she always seemed to have this constant smell of blueberries and a sweet treat. She wasn't even using any products for it either. It was a natural scent of hers.

Bo loved that scent of hers. It was the perfect mix of sweet and tangy. It was almost addicting, like the taste of a pound cake. He buried his face deeper into her neck, nuzzling against the skin and taking another deep breath, his hands squeezing her hips slightly. She halted her movements after a while when she realised he was actually in a good mood for once, strangely though, he seemed to be a bit clingy. She wasn't used to that. She turned her head a bit to look at him against her shoulder.

"Rough day, huh?" Bo chuckled against her skin, his breath hot and warm against (Y/n)'s neck. He slowly began to pepper kisses along her shoulder and up to her neck, his hands roaming over your body. "You have no idea." He spoke under his breath against the skin, his voice deep and rough from the day's work.

After being stuck in this new life, she still hasn't gotten used to his kisses, his rare affection. Which makes her ticklish at times, but because she knows it isn’t wise to deny Bo of his needs. She stayed silent at his advances. That smirk of his could be felt against her skin, noticing her body's reaction to his kisses. He continued to kiss and nibble on her neck, his hands slowly moving up (Y/n)'s sides and underneath her shirt, his fingers tracing along the bare skin.

"You're still so damn quiet." He teased, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke. She shuddered at certain moments but tried to push it through as she spoke out her thoughts carefully.

"I thought you liked it when I didn’t argue..."

He chuckled again, his hands now tracing up her stomach and towards her chest, his fingers tracing along your ribs.

"I do. But you're being too quiet today." He replied, his lips moving to the other side of (Y/n)'s neck, nibbling on her skin.

"You're usually so talkative..." She could comprehend his curiosity, and since she had nothing to hide, she simply told him that she dosen’t have much to say. Bo hummed against the skin, his hands still exploring her body, his fingers tracing along her sides and stomach, feeling (Y/n)'s soft skin.

"No more sassy remarks? No smartass comments?" His voice still heald that teasing tone as he continued to nibble and kiss along her neck and shoulder.

"No... I don't think you could ever get rid of those aspects of me." She stated softly with bluntness. Bo's lips were moving up to her ear, his breath hot against it as he spoke.

"You're right about that. I love that smartass mouth of yours." His hands moving to your hips and pulling her even closer to him, pressing (Y/n)'s back against his chest. Her lips formed a small, non noticeable smile at that, as she unhurriedly began to continue on with her cooking. Making sure that the curry isn't going to be missing any ingredients.

The mechanic watched her as she continued on with the cooking, his hands slowly moving to your waist, his fingers tracing along her skin. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his body pressed against her in a not so much of a pressuring manner.

"You're a lot more compliant today." He commented, his voice a low rumble in her ear. She simply hummed to that in acknowledgement, not knowing what to say to that, but then eventually figured out a proper response.

"I don’t mind certain things you do. It's either that, or I just don’t care as much." His hands moved to her hips as he squeezed the right side gently, his thumbs rubbing against her skin. He moved his head so that his lips were against your ear again, his hot breath against it.

"Is that so?" She hummed once more in confirmation, as she felt a part of her shuddering at his warm breath. Bo let out a warm smicker at her reaction, his lips curling into a smirk. He continued to rub (Y/n)'s stomach, his hands moving lower and lower.

"You're very sensitive today, aren't you?" His voice was so deep and gravelly. She was indeed a lot more sensitive lately, and she couldn't understand why. As she quickly looked down at her stomach, she couldn't help but have an odd feeling about it. Bo noticed her quick glance, and he continued to rub her stomach, his hands tracing along the sensitive skin there.

"What's wrong? Got something on your mind?" A with a hint of curiosity was in it. "No, it's nothing really..." She glanced at a certain beer bottle that he had left one the sink, as she decided to change the question, realising now why he was so kind to her all of the sudden.

"Bo, are you drunk?" The oldest Sinclair noticed her quick change of topic, and he hummed as he moved his hands to her hips again, gently squeezing them as he spoke. It was as if he used it as a way with fiddling since he didn't have a pen or his beer bottle near him to do that.

"A little bit. Why do you ask?" His voice was slightly slurred.

"Well, you usually get headaches after a while, and I'm just wondering if you feel fine or not." He hummed once more, thinking about her words. He gently rubbed (Y/n)'s hips with his thumbs before letting out a small sigh.

"Yeah, I feel fine. Just a little tired and a bit of a headache. Nothing to worry about." He reassured her, his voice still slurred, but his words still sounded truthful.

"Want some cold water?" She knew she couldn't do much to make him sober up since time could only do that, enough time for the alcohol to dissappear from his body. But what she could do is make him feel a bit better. Bo thought about it for a moment before nodding his head. He let out a grumble like noise slightly before letting her move away from him and going over to the sink. She opened the faucet and began to fill the glass with water.

"Thanks." He muttered out, his voice still slurred a bit, yet his words were a bit clearer than before. She carefully placed it in his hands and made sure to check that he had a tight grip on the drink before fully letting go of it.

"No problem, Bo." Her tone was one of a shy speech as she continued on to prepare cooking the rice. He finished drinking the water and set the glass down on the counter. He then walked up behind (Y/n) again, having his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest.

"You're so good to me." He mumbled against her ear, his breath hot against it as he spoke. His hands began to slowly move up and down your sides, his touch gentle and soothing.

She turned her gaze a bit to look at him for a second before having her focus back on the food.

"... You think so?" Bo hummed in response, his arms still wrapped around her waist, his chest pressed against (Y/n)'s back. He rested his chin on her shoulder again, watching her cook.

"Yeah. I do. You're always so kind to me." His voice was a low, affectionate rumble.

"Aren't you used to that, Bo?" She knows she shouldn't ask, but because she dosen’t know much about him, she usually tries to figure him out every now and then when she can, also, making sure to avoid touchy subjects. She was peeling a carrot whilst listening to him, as she then cut them into chunks. Bo was silent for a moment, thinking about her question. He hummed to that, his arms in her waist tightening a bit and trying his best to pull her closer against him. Even though she was already so close to him.

"No. Not really." His voice a bit softer than before as he muttered. It was rare to see him being this vulnerable and open with his emotions, especially when it came to talking about his past. He never really opened up about his past before. She sighed at that in a meloncony way as she put the carrots aside, to then began to slice an onion into 1/2 inch wide bites. He watched as she sliced the onion. He was silent for a moment, his chin still resting on her shoulder, his warm breath against the skin. He gently rubbed (Y/n)'s stomach with his thumbs again before speaking up anathor time.

"You know... I'm not used to being loved and cared for." She thought about those words for a moment as she minced a clove of garlic. She moved on with a bowl of cubed stew beef she had prepared beforehand. Making sure to pat it dry, as to then sprinkle some salt on it.

"...Would you want to talk more about it?" She wasn't going to push him. If he didn't want to talk more, then that was alright with her. Knowing that he was being really vulnerable with her now. Bo was silent for a short period again, his arms tightening around her waist once more. He buried his face into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again.

"It's not easy to talk about." His mumbled voice was a bit shaky. He was struggling to talk about this, but he knew that she deserved to know. He didn't want to keep things from her.

She momentarily looked down to her stomach to see those old wrist scars of his as she swiftly had her sight back on the ingredients. Wanting to put more flavour into the curry, she had picked out an apple to peel and grate the whole thing. It was going in with the one tablespoon of honey.

"I can wait until then. You don't have to tell me everything." His quietness arrived one more time, watching her peel the apple. He gently pulled her back against him. Every time she went to get something, he pulled her back, his arms wrapped around her waist in a protective, possessive manner. He knew that he could trust (Y/n) with this information, but it was still hard for him to talk about.

"You sure you don't want to know? It might change how you see me." He muttered against her ear, his voice still shaky and soft.

It's kind of odd hearing him talk like this as she was preheating the pot with oil over medium heat because this wasn't like Bo at all. As far as she knew him, but at least she was aware that he was under the influence of alcohol.

"It isn’t my place to know unless you're comfortable with it. It's your life and story. All I can do is accept your boundaries." A comfy sigh escaped Bo's lips. He stayed quiet for a moment to think about her words. He knew that she was right. It wasn't her place to know everything about his past. But at the same time, he wanted to tell her. He wanted to get it off his chest and get it out in the open.

"It's just... I've never told anyone about this before." He was struggling to keep his emotions in check.

Once the pot was perfectly heated, she put the beef in and lightly seared it for two minutes. Just to get it brown, not fully cooked yet.

"So I'm the first to know outside of your family?" Bo nodded his head slightly, his chin still resting on her shoulder, making (Y/n) feel those pressing movements.

"Yeah... you're the first one to know. Everyone else just... doesn't know about it." He was slowly beginning to open up to (Y/n), and it was a bit overwhelming for him. She eventually picked the beef out of the pot, as she instead put two slices of butter in there to melt for a few seconds to follow with the onions. Saute them until caramelised for about eight minutes.

"I uh... I assumed you'd have a friend or somebody you trusted in your youth to talk about it."

Bo was silent for a short period, his mind racing with memories from his past. He was thinking about the people he trusted in his youth and how he eventually lost them.

"I had a few friends when I was younger. But they all betrayed me." She could hear how his voice was soft yet bitter. Once the onions became translutive and a bit brown, she put in the garlic to saute them as well for about thirty seconds.

"How come?" The stillness was suffocating at first, making (Y/n) think she had messed up, but was relieved when he spoke up with an unsure tone.

"They... they wanted to use me. They wanted to exploit me for their own personal gain. They were all just... wicked." Bo's tone was bitter and full of anger, along with resentment.

She actually quickly understood what he meant by that, Bo had spent time with people who are just as bad as him, or probably even less, but since those kinds of people are mostly selfish at the end of the day. The people in that sort of friend group end up with so much loss.

"Weren't there many people who you could tolerate?" She put the carrots and potatoes in the pot as she gave it a stir for around forty to sixty seconds. Bo was thinking a lot about her question. He thought about all the people he had trusted in his life and how he eventually lost them. He thought about the people who used him and the people who betrayed him. He thought about the people who left him and the people who hurt him.

"There were... a few. But they're all gone now. I'm alone now." His bitter tone had a hint of defeatedness in it. She put the beef chunks back in the pot, as she then moved to but in the five cups of water as stock, making it barely cover all of the ingredients.

"That's not true, you have Vincent and Lester, don't you?"

Bo stayed quiet as he thought about what she had said. He didn't want to admit it, but she was right. He did have Vincent and Lester, but they weren't there all the time. They couldn’t understand him at times. They were the ones who came around because they were his brothers, but when he had a fuse, they rather left him alone. Knowing it was best to let his anger dim out by itself.

"Yeah... I do have them." The grip he had on her waist was loosening slightly, but still remaining tight enough so that she couldn't go anywhere. She added the grated apple, a tablespoon of ketchup, worchesterhire sauce, and honey to the pot. Gave it a stir, and let it simmer a moment with the lid covered for about twenty minutes in medium heat. She then moved her clean hand to gently caress his hair curls as she felt him burying his face in her shoulder still. Bo let out a mushy sigh as he continued to bury his face in her shoulder. His grip on her was still tight. He felt safe in (Y/n)'s embrace, like he could finally let his guard down and be vulnerable with hrr. He was starting to relax a bit, his body becoming more relaxed as she continued to caress his hair curls.

They stood like that in silence for a while, and when the curry was in boil, she had skim off any scum or foamy residue from the top layer. And then took a wooden stick to pierce through one of the potatoes to see if it goes through. When she knew it was soft enough, she turned off the heat and carefully added in a block of the curry root. Bo stayed quiet the entire time, letting (Y/n) do whatever she needed to do. He continued to hold her in his arms, his grip still tight, but not as tight as it was before. His body was fully relaxed against hers. He watched as she took care of the curry, his eyes never leaving her figure. She noticed the sauce darken and thicken up fairly quickly once the curry root has been disolved and mixed. She turned the pot back on medium low heat so that it could simmer for about fifteen minutes, wanting it to thicken. She stirred frequently so that it became this thick velvety like consistency. Bo was mesmerised by the way her hands moved and how skilled she was in the kitchen. He was also a bit distracted by the way her hips moved as she stirred the curry. He couldn't help but gently squeeze (Y/n)'s hips every now and then, just to feel her body against his. She turned everything off eventually, and made sure to let the air from the rice go out as well, since the brothers dosen’t own a rice cooker, she had to make the rice in a different pot, but that was alright, since she was used to make them in that method anyways.

"It is done." Bo let out a hum in response. He was a bit disappointed that the curry was done, but he knew that the rice would be good too.

"Sounds good." His voice sounded more huskier than before.

"You sure you aren't tired, Bo? I can save some for you later." She knew he had "worked" all day and was not only tired from that, but potentially from the alcohol too. So she wouldn't be disappointed if he just wanted to eat later. He hummed softly and gently nuzzled his face into her neck.

"I'm fine, darling. I'm not that tired." Knowing not to push it, her response was straightforward. There's no need to ask him twice because she knew he didn't like to repeat himself. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his body as she lay her head on his chest.

"If you say so..." Bo gently wrapped his arms around her body in return. Burying his face into her hair, inhaling her scent deeply. Both of them stayed silent, just holding each other in their arms. His eyes slowly fluttered shut, and he began to gently rub her back with one hand.

Vincent eventually came back up from the basement after he had smelled the food, thinking that dinner was done and that he should get his plate down to the basement as usual. Only to be surprised to see Bo act so soft with the same girl his twin occasionally said was nothing more than a quick laid. He was so thankful that he was so quiet overall because if he wasn't, he would have gotten caught trying to leave the situation. Wanting to work a bit more on the newly victim before eating his technically second meal of the day, having eaten a couple of grapes in the morning at most.

Vincent was actually relieved to see Bo act the opposite of his words for once because not only had he gotten so much slack of his twin's constant insults. But the meals they have consumed lately have been nothing but perfect savoury meals, every single one of them so flavorful and made him feel so full. He doesn't mind having her stick around, as long as she doesn't cause problems for his mama's dream, that is.

Author's note: It wasn't supposed to be this long, but because I wanted to finish this idea I had in mind, I just kept on writing how I imagined it. Forgive me if some words are repeated, I tried my best to use synonymous in order for it to sound different every time, but there's only so many times I could do so. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this oneshot.

#slashers fanfiction #slasher fic #slasher fandom #house of wax bo #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #i love this so much!!!

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indieloversworld · 29 days ago

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God Help The Fool

Pairing: Bo Sinclair / Reader

Summary: Even as a long time residence of Ambrose, you could have barely prepared yourself for what would happen tonight. Your curiosity pulling you closer and closer to the front door, to your doom.

Words: 827

Tags/Warnings: Blood, attempted murder, light descriptions of gore, descriptions of stabbing, Bo's anger

A/N: Um hello... It's been quite a while since I've written any sort of fan fiction in like two years probably, so I apologize if this isn't very good LOL

I have recently been hit with inspiration to write again. I've realized I really miss it.

In the future some of my fics may be a little more centered around Creep and Josef, but I did rewatch House of Wax for the first time in a while last night and it just makes me AGH

I'm not entirely sure how active I will be, but I'm hoping to revitalize this blog and make it into a home for me and anyone who has similar interests once again.

Your ears ring, fingers tightening around the handle as you dig the knife deeper into the flesh of your sudden victim. Your eyes burn, tears threatening to drip down your bruised cheek. A cloudy puff of air comes from your parted lips, the cold winter wind biting into your skin.

Dark green eyes were staring into your own with both rage and fear, his hands closing harder around your neck as he continued to try and strangle you. The air was being snuffed from your lungs, a fire building up in your chest as you struggled under his strength.

It felt as if your neck would snap, the way the heel of his hand dug into your windpipe.

You twisted the knife further into his torso, making him groan in pain. Whatever strength you had left you used, attempting to wiggle the knife around like a joystick on a jammed arcade machine.

In this moment you felt like you could accept death. Whatever sins you have committed in your life have finally caught up in one foul game of cat and mouse. No matter how hard you tried to fight him off he stayed glued in his place, bloody spit coming to his lips before dripping onto your nose, down to your cheek.

You heard a warped voice yell above you, it sounded so close yet so far away.

There was a sudden release of pressure around your throat, a harsh breath of cold air filling your burning lungs. You let out a wheezing cough, clutching your chest with a bloody hand as you attempt to suck in more air.

The ringing in your ears never stopped, your head was spinning, you felt like you would throw up any second.

Bright white dots blurred your vision, making it impossible to know which way you crawled.

In some way you believed you would be safe from the chaos that occasionally reigned through the quiet, empty town of Ambrose. No matter how much you have seen or heard during your time living here.

It was tonight that your naivety finally caught up to you. A simple look out the front door ending in you almost dying.

You should have listened to Bo when you told you to stay upstairs, you should have listened to Vincent when he told you not to move from the closet minutes later, and most of all you should have listened to Lester when he told you to not let curiosity get the best of you.

There was a tingling sensation on the side of your face, numbness prickling your skin.

Slowly, your eyes open to see Bo’s fiery ones, his forehead creasing in worry as he lightly caresses the skin around your throat.

You knew he was angry with you, you could feel it radiating off of him as he stared down at you, chest heaving.

He grabbed your tired arms and hauled you to your feet, making you stumble forward into his chest, where you clutched onto his black button-up weakly.

“I-” You attempted to choke out an apology, but your throat felt like sandpaper, forcing a cough from you once again.

“Not now.” Was all he managed to say, his rage bubbling as he glanced over towards the now mangled corpse of the man.

Bo could barely contain his blood lust in normal circumstances, but when he saw you on the ground like that? It was like something else entirely took him over.

He wasn’t sure if it was the dominance inside him, watching as some stranger hurt what belonged to him, or if deep down it was the fear of losing something he loves.

Either way, the younger man did not stand a chance against a seasoned killer such as Bo Sinclair. The wrench the older man wielded now lodged into the broken skull of your attacker, a now unusable body for Vincent’s evergrowing gallery of wax figures.

Bo could not find it in him to care though, he knew a replacement would be lured in eventually.

He slammed open the front door of the house, making his way to the kitchen towards his twin who had probably just come out from his studio.

“Vincent! Take her, there’s still another out there somewhere.” Bo practically shoved you into his twin’s arms, “And do not let her out of your fucking sight.” His darkened eyes glared at you, something vulnerable swirling deep inside.

You didn’t take his harsh tone to heart, having been with Bo for as long as you have, you have dealt with his outbursts before.

This felt different, though, while his anger was evident, the thing that stuck out to you more was the wetness in his eyes.

His eyes did not linger on you for very long, his heavy boots stomping back towards the front door. The harsh closure of the door made the walls rattle, some small things falling from the shelves hung up on the walls.

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