#bo twins

[florizzia]

Qing Jing Sunflowers: Os Discípulos Mais Jovens [The Youngest Disciples].

Isso foi só um teste de pintura e convivência de cores. Já fazia um tempinho que eu queria desenhar os discípulos de Qing Jing da minha série com até então só uma fanfic postada. 😔

De qualquer forma, eu decidi começa pelos mais novos. São 12 discípulos no total, mas não tenho certeza se vou fazer os outros.

[This was just a test of painting and color coexistence. I've been wanting to draw Qing Jing's disciples from my series for a while now, with only one fanfic posted so far. 😔

Anyway, I decided to start with the youngest. There are 12 disciples in total, but I'm not sure if I'll make the others.]

Discípulos do Meio [Middle Disciples].

Discípulos Mais Velhos [Older Disciples].

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Old writing especially on Bo's and then Vincent's part. I realised that I was writing as if their s/o showcased their strength during later on into their relationship in the first three slashers, apologies.

A/n: I am no longer writing for Hannibal or any hannibal characters as I myself have forgotten my own perspective of them.

Slashers x reader who's stronger than them but doesn't look like it!

Warnings: blood and death on the ghostface duos part, very slight mentions of nsfw. But mostly fluff.

Slashers in this: Bo sinclair, Vincent sinclair and Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher (poly)

Relationship: romantic!!

Bo

It clawed at his ego, he's a pretty mean bastard and you know it 🫵.

He first thought of you as the most fragile and weakest person ever (and cutest), I mean, could you even lift a pot half filled with water?

Undoubtedly he used this assumption to 'help you' or more so at times tease you. He loves seeing your reactions and most definitely not because you're so small and kind to him, pfff of course not.

He just absolutely loves lifting you up and over his shoulder and he's definitely an ass guy. He loves ogling and smacking your ass but he won't get to that level until many many months later on. But he's still going to stare.

“Oh Bo, I think there's a rabbit under the truck!” You exclaimed to Bo as you noticed something white and moving below.

"An animal? *sighs* hold on, I'll get rid of that p-" He suddenly loses his ability to formulate words as he witnesses you lift the goddamn fuckin truck with one arm, and indeed there was a rabbit underneath.

“*gasp* it's so cute!” Bo cannot believe what he just saw. Damn, he gotta stop smoking so much it's messing with his brain. He's just staring at you as you pet the timid rabbit with your 'scrawny' arm.

He must admit he does fantasize about you lifting him up and shit, or topping him in bed. Whatever he's feeling that day, and he would rather swallow sand than ever admit that last part.... But y'know if you're up for it-

His cocky and prideful attitude seemingly making an apparent change, he would hold a cup or item you need above your head with a shit eating grin watching you get frustrated with him. Or when he would make jabs about you being too weak to lift three chairs at a time and would offer to help you. (So he could walk beside you.) But now... He still fucking makes jabs at you being weak, just to fuck with you even though he knows it's far from the truth. He loves making you seem like the little helpless princess and him being the asshole shining knight in armor.

You wouldn't mind tho would you? It's a win-win, you get to spend more time with your boyfriend and he gets to spend time with his girlfriend.

Vincent

So gentle and caring with you. He's gentle and caring with whoever he is with but your size just makes him think one wrong move and he's accidentally breaking your arm. And cause of this he can't help but be a worry wart at times and way too protective. Not budging even if you reassure him you're perfectly capable of doing something that requires strength.

During one of the dark evenings you walk with your lover in the forest, the side of the forest where there isn't roadkill so that you can breathe without torturing your nostrils. And finding some fire wood to spend the next dark hours star gazing and ranting to him while the sound of the fire crinkling and burning the wood serves as a nice background music.

Every step you take you hear the crunch of the dead leaves get crushed under your foot, both of you holding your flashlights. You have the warm and slightly calloused hand of your Vincent holding yours affectionately as his thumb brushes against the back of your hand and knuckles, gently tracing over and feeling the ridges and bumps.

You notice some fallen bark and shine your flashlight on it. "Vinny, look there's some firewood over there!" You exclaimed and shined your flashlight elsewhere, looking around more until you had shined it directly on a tree right in front of you that was occupied by a scary looking arachnid, its front limbs moving in a sluggish and relaxed fashion.

You let out a startled yelp and out of instinct your fist went to swing at the spider who somehow successfully managed to not get hit in the nick of time. This also startled your boyfriend who looked worriedly at you, his eyes scanned over to see that you were.. Fine! But the tree you punched wasn't. It has a big dent in it while the flesh of wood was cracked and damaged severely around the impact along with many splinters.

"I'm so sorry Vincent! There was a spider and I got scared!"

He almost let out a breath of relief knowing it wasn't anything serious but he can't get his eyes and mind off the injured tree. Did you... seriously do that? He gently took your hand and examined it, it seemed perfectly fine except for redness, light bleeding and a couple splinters on your knuckles.

He slowly raised one of his hands, pointing towards the punched tree. 'Did you do that?' Is what's probably going through his head. You chuckled sheepishly and nodded in confirmation. He sighed. For now, he'll worry about your fist.

Does this interaction change how he treats you?... Kind of. He isn't too pushy as he was since he now knows how capable you are of handling yourself but there's still that feeling in him, something that gnaws at his inner core for him to help you. He wants to feel useful and to serve you in any way he can, so...please let him dote over you still..? (Of course you will, you can't say no to him.)

If you want to pick him up he'll entertain you, though he'll be extremely flustered and giddy about it. He likes this way more than he should (in his opinion). How comical is it? He's a large 6'1 grown man being carried princess style by his tiny s/o. Despite all this, he still hopes you need him as much as he needs you.

Thomas

Trust me when I saw it really took Thomas by surprise. He's a really big guy and you say this little thing is stronger than him? Oh please, humor him after dinner.

He's a busy man with a lot on his plate, and you seemingly looking like the most harmless person in the world doesn't help, he constantly feels like he has to tend to you and supervise you from a certain officer.

Will usually not allow you to help him when he's working, it depends. He feels guilty letting yourself get caught up with all this but if you insist he'll gladly accept the extra hand with honest gratitude. But generally- 'Back away honey, you might get dirty.' Is what he wishes he could say.

In his eyes you're a saint, an angel. Made perfectly to fit in the space between his thighs he's sitting down and there's no flaw in the way his large hands cups your cheeks with those pretty eyes of yours staring into his – no room for mistake or complain. You're adorable.

The first time he allowed you to help him you admire your handsome behemoth of a lover chopping wood. Appreciating the rolled up sleeved that gave you a good view of his arms, his muscles flexing as he brought the axe down ��� after he was done with the first small batch of logs you hurried to grab the others.

Tommy watched with amusement and adoration before shifting his weight to help you but stopped as you started walking towards him five logs resting effortlessly in your arms. It didn't even seem to faze you as if it was just you were only a bunch of baby ducks.

Tommy watched in silence as you laid them out on the table, still kind of processing it before nodding his head in gratitude and resuming to chopping them up. He'll bring this up later, maybe. For now he'll focus on getting his work done and spending more with you, and your soft words.

He doesn't really care if you're stronger than him or not, as long as you love him and don't try to run away it's all good. If you want he'll stop trying to do everything for you even though he knows you don't need any assistance – he's so used to working around the house he feels restless not doing anything at all.

If you want to carry him, do it. He's all yours but please do it in private he won't be able to handle the embarrassment if his family sees it. And although he prefers to be the dom he doesn't mind it if you wanna take charge every once in a while and throw him around.

Plus, it creates something pleasantly warm in his stomach.

Michael.

He thinks he's going insane. (He already has.)

He's Michael Myers, the most ruthless killer Illinois has ever seen for the past decades. And you're saying this small creature that he's inhabited has greater strength than him... Yeah, no.

And then he sees you picking up three bodies out of the house with your bare hands while cleaning up the evidence of his the murder he left, quietly observing you. He won't admit it but it kind of irks him. He's supposed to be the one with power in this relationship and quite frankly he doesn't know the true extent to your power.

He warms up to it eventually – although it's more of he doesn't give a fuck anymore. You're not completely weak and helpless? Great, he doesn't have to worry about you as much. Key word: as much. He still does worry a lot when you're out for long hours – he's not worried you're injured or in danger (not anymore) but more as in you're not leaving him, right? Or ratting him out to the police?

Do not ever attempt to pick him up or anything even remotely close to that unless you want a glare from those void, soul-less eye sockets of his mask Or if you want a love tap on the head and cheek. If you give him enough guilty smiles and let go of him he'll let you off the hook. if not, bear the consequences. (They don't even do anything anyways, lmao)

He feels so incredibly annoyed when you start treating him like a child, telling him to go sit down or lie down in bed after he pulled a few all nighters and the fact you successfully manage to pull him back into bed: God dammit, why the hell are you even so strong and you're so small!? Grumpily he does stay put but only if you're with him too.

A man feared by hundreds, if not thousands because of the sheer power and mercilessness he leaves in trails of every step he takes in public... And then there's you, you're half his size and you have more control over him than he'd like. He'd never kill you though, not intentionally, but that will also most likely not happen.

Speaking of killing, don't think he won't murder someone if they attempt to hurt you and gets their ass kicked by you anyways. You attack, he lands the finishing blow. Don't protest, he won't listen.

Billy n' Stu

They're both pretty lean so you can believe it, if not for your given figure. They both adore it, so who cares? Billy and Stu will, eventually.

It was in the heat of the moment, you tell yourself but you remember in vivid detail the day where you saw the bloody escaping victim running towards you – adrenaline pumping in your veins, your mind immediately went into fight mode and swung a fist at their skull. You remember the sickening crunch as blood slowly pooled from their fractured cranium when they lifelessly fell down to the floor.

They first helped you with the lingering guilt first before Stu started annoying you.

''Can you punch me like that next but with a bit less-''

"No!"

Alright, no worries but now he's asking you to lift him up to reach things that he does not need help on. Maybe even just carry him and run around the house. (Don't be fooled, he just wants to be carried around like a child again.) Fluttering his eyelids at you and holding up a jar of pickles. 'Y/n, I can't get this to open!' Yes he can.

Billy, although tries to act neutral but can't help but let his thoughts wander. 'Wow... Strong girl... Can choke me...' He thinks to himself as he watches you and Stu. Not as if he'd ever admit that. He pretends he's disinterested in getting in your arms - no, he just doesn't wanna embarrass himself. But if you persist he'll begrudgingly agree. He indeed liked it.

Stu obviously takes a positive reaction, he loves getting dominated. You can take that however you like. Billy on the other hand feels conflicted, if he's not stronger than you then how will he stop you if you try to leave them or plan to rat them out? Assuming this is during the beginning of your relationship. But overtime the more he takes a good look at your face those thoughts will slowly drown away, there's no way you would, right?

The slashers will probably swoon if you agree to help them place the bodies where they want them to, like hanging them in the trees or something.

Billy keeps it more lowkey. Preferring to keep you in his lap and rest his chin on top of your head. Stu takes your strength to his advantage. When he gets drunk he'll whine and ask you to carry him to bed, and take his socks off. Annoying fuck but you love him either way. And Billy too.

[capybar00stash]

transmasc vincent sinclair (!!)

i love him sm, i will be drawing more transmasc!vinnie when i have the means to c:

[rivaldreamer]

One set of conjoined twins meet another!

So I watched House of Wax recently and the thought came to me of the Sinclair Twins interacting with Gabriel May and Maddie. Honestly, I feel like Vincent would be shocked but then becoming morbidly curious (and probably be more grateful about his and Bo's circustances). Bo? F*#ker would probably scream "WTF is that?!"

I kinda wanna write something about this...

[thewolffairytaler]

The Wolf Fairytaler: Now, where have I seen this before, I swear, I have seen something similar like this...

The Wolf Fairytaler: Oh yeah, it's with these two psychos. And now that I think about it, they have a lot of things in common.

[scrapnick]

Brothers in harms! 🔪🩸🕯️

Full body full colour commission for @visceravalentines of the Sinclair twins 👯‍♂️

[deathnguts]

The black brothers variants

[sketchy-beck]

(Bo and Vincent Sinclair WIP) Nothing says "brotherly love" like a family murder plot.

[livindeadgirlgrav]

Do you think Vincent can talk out of curiosity ? I like to think if he can he whispers mine in readers ear

Oooooooh I love this!

Do I think Vincent Sinclair can talk?

Honestly yes, I do think Vincent can speak. But I think he chooses not to. I mean we get to see how severe the physical damage left by his extraction from his twin brother, Bo was at the end of the movie. So I wouldn't doubt that Vinny doesn't have some type of speech problems like a speech impediment.

I like to think Vincent's mother wouldn't bully him for his speech but I'm not sure; But I wouldn't put it pass Bo to torment him enough to a point he just stops talking all together. I mean we see how Bo treats him; He's very narcissistic and manipulative. Just look at how Bo is able to abuse his brother enough to make him fall under his command and practically force/manipulate him to kill the towns people and anyone who wonders in. But regardless of all of the abuse his brother puts him through I truly think the siblings love each other just in their own ways.

Back to the topic, I do think Vincent can talk. But I don't see him shouting or yelling anytime soon. I like to think Vincent talks in a whisper/mumble forcing you to pay close attention to him. Also I think that would be the tell tell sign that he trust and loves you. If he does speak to you even in a whisper he's proving how comfortable he really is with you and that's a big accomplishment. I also love imaging what he would sound like, I think he would have a smooth deep voice with a thick accent like his brother. I also like to think he would possibly have a southern drawl kinda like Trace Adkins..(man I love a fine country men😩)

If I continue with my theories, it’s possible Vincent stopped talking to Bo and his father when he was little due to the abuse and it’s also possible Vincent went mute once his parents/mother died. Vincent was a good child and we hear in the movie that his mother thought he was talented(or was going to be talented). What I’m trying to say is that both boys loved their abusive mother, they are very much mama boys so I could definitely see them both suffering from losing her..I mean if we go back to the first time we meet Bo he’s in the church kneeling beside his dead mother (I believe it’s her due to the fact Bo apologizes when he’s in the church searching for Carly.)

But I could go on and on for days discussing my theories about the Sinclair brothers! Regardless I do think Vincent can speak he just doesn’t do it around new people or his mean abusive brother due to being scared of being made fun of. I love Vinny but just give him time to warm up to you and perhaps he’ll have a very small conversation with you. 🖤

Thank you tons for the request!! I love when you guys ask me questions like this! I love seeing others opinions and sharing my own! 🖤🖤

[comically-blu]

♪ Think I just met my dad in 1983 1985 ♪

- basically, what if mystery twins meets their dad’s young teen self in Time Traveler’s Pig

(7 panel, 3 out of 7 + 3 extra) ⬇️

My daddd, 1983 (my dad)

My father, 1983 (papa!) My dad, 1983

Eddie Pines, 1983 (Eddie!)

Extra to the aftermath:

(Edit: I caused a bit of a time paradox into the timeline so I fixed a panel LOL

[fallingforspring]

Soso, when will your cousin go home?

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Sinclair surprise

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Sinclair twins x reader

Warnings: SMUT, THREESOME, there is no twincest (thats gross)

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An: my first house of wax fic!

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I was lying on the bed when I heard the sound of a key sliding into the lock. Time loses all meaning when there's nothing to do but wait for one of the Sinclair boys to come and untie me and today I was being treated to something special: a visit from both of the twins. A thrill ran through me. The door opened, and Bo walked in. "Baby doll, we have a surprise for you," he said. Vincent followed him in, closing and locking the door behind him. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed seeing them together until now. "Look at her, Vinny she already looks desperate and we just walked through the door." said Bo, and I could hear the amusement in his voice."Fuck you," I spat. My pussy was already so wet and I was so turned on. Bo raised an eyebrow. "You want to play?" he asked me. I looked up at the two of them.

Both of them came over to the bed, and Vincent untied my wrists from the bed while Bo untied my ankles. When I was free, they let me sit up and both of them sat down next to me.

Vincent and Bo looked at each other their eyes both sparkling with mischief. Bo leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Are you ready for us to use you together to have your pussy stuffed with two cocks?" he asked. I bit my lip, imagining them both sliding inside me.

"Will you both fuck me at the same time?" I asked. Vincent nodded, "But first we're going to play a little game with you." I was already soaked just from imagining what they were going to do to me. Both of them leaned in close and ran their hands over me, and I moaned softly at the feeling of their fingers gliding over my skin. "Look at you," Bo said, "I've never seen anyone this wet before," he added. He reached out and rubbed my pussy for a second, and then took his hand away. "You're so eager to be our little whore." "Fuck you," I said, arching my body up in an effort to try to find some relief. Vincent reached down and touched me, his fingers exploring the wetness between my legs. "Does that feel good, Y/N?" he asked. I nodded, unable to speak. He pushed two fingers inside me and I moaned as he slid in and out, then stopped again. "Did you like that?" he asked. "Yes," I said. I was desperate for more. I had never felt this way before with anyone but these two.

Bo leaned in and ran a finger along my lips. "Do you want to suck my cock while Vinny fucks your pussy?" he asked. I opened my mouth, letting him push his finger inside. He moved it in and out slowly, teasing me. "So you do want to suck my cock then? And you want Vinny to fuck your pussy?" I nodded. They both got up and stood on either side of the bed. Vincent undressed while Bo sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come here, Y/N," he said. I crawled over to him, and he pulled me into his lap, positioning me so that my back was against his chest and his cock was hard and pressed against my ass. I moved up onto my knees so that my ass was up in the air. Vincent got behind me on the bed and began rubbing his cock against me. I pressed back against him and he groaned as he sank into me."You're going to feel so fucking good," Bo told me. I wrapped my hand around his cock, rubbing the head of it against my lips, then letting it slide inside my mouth. He pushed my head down further, groaning. "That's right. Make sure you get me nice and wet for your tight little ass." He pushed deeper into my throat, making me gag. I could feel Vincent's fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me hard. He pulled out of me and pushed my ass up higher. "Vinny, look at her ass," he told his brother. "It's perfect for fucking." I couldn't help myself I moaned at his words. "You want me to fuck your ass, don't you Y/N?" Bo asked. He traced his fingers around my asshole. "Yes," I said, the word coming out choked. I moaned as Bo slid out of my mouth and positioned his cock at my asshole.

"Relax," Bo said as Vincent moved, so that he was lying under me. I moved down onto him, taking his cock back inside me and moaning as Bo pressed inside my ass. It hurt a little but it also felt incredible, both of them fucking me at the same time. Vincent and Bo began to move together. I moaned, overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks inside me at once. "Fuck," Bo muttered. "She feels so good"

They both thrust into me harder, faster. I was overwhelmed by them but in a good way. My pussy and ass were both stretched tight around them as they fucked me hard. I couldn't last long. I let go of my control and came hard. Vincent groaned and his breathing become heavier. Both of them picked up their pace, fucking me harder. "You're going to make us come," Bo said. I squeezed around them both, desperate to feel them coming inside me. Their cocks felt so good inside me that I couldn't help but keep squeezing.

Groaning as their bodies tightened. They came inside me, filling my ass and pussy with their cum. They both collapsed against the bed, pulling me down with them. "Fuck Y/N," Bo said. "You really are something else." I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep.

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[horrorhussy]

Kinda feeling like if Carly wanted to try and calm Vincent down, maybe telling him his twin brother was a freak after she just murdered him with a baseball bat wasn’t the right move.

[capybar00stash]

bo and vincent (yellowed out)

hello everyone i'm ill and i have artblock how are you all

[ratdadsnest]

I want them to interact SO BAD

[thewolffairytaler]

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.