zombiesthetic

[zombiesthetic]

COMPLICATED, bo sinclair

pairing . . . bo sinclair x gn!reader

warnings . . . bo's personality, mature language, blood, gore, murder, victims being portrayed as the villain

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your relationship with bo sinclair was nothing if not complicated - that single word seemed to encapsulate the intricate dance of contradictions that defined your connection. yes, complicated was definitely the most fitting description for whatever this was between you two.

his stubborn and sharp-tongued demeanor manifested in biting words that contrasted sharply with the gentle stories told by his eyes and the tender messages conveyed through his actions. the duality of his nature was a constant source of contemplation.

during daylight hours, he would endlessly complain and criticize, his voice carrying across ambrose as he berated your work ethic and found fault in every task you completed. his exacting standards and harsh criticism seemed to know no bounds, each completed job met with a fresh wave of disapproval and caustic commentary.

yet in those precious early morning moments, when dawn was just beginning to paint the sky and the rest of the world still slumbered, he showed a completely different side. he'd stand beside you in the kitchen, expertly preparing eggs while you focused on perfectly crisping the bacon, the domestic tranquility of those moments feeling almost surreal in their peaceful simplicity.

during your late-night walks back from the gas station, his protective nature would emerge as he'd wrap his arm firmly around your shoulders, holding you close as if daring anyone or anything to try separating you from him. his grip would tighten at any unexpected sound, his body automatically shifting to shield you from potential threats.

then there were those cherished movie nights with his brothers, where he'd strategically position you between himself and the couch arm, effectively claiming you as his own. his hand would rest possessively on your thigh, fingers tracing absent-minded patterns against the fabric of your clothes in an unconsciously intimate gesture that spoke volumes about his true feelings.

the stark contrast between his public persona and private behavior was enough to make your head spin, the cognitive dissonance of trying to reconcile these two versions of bo causing your thoughts to chase themselves in endless circles.

deep down, you harbored a wish that he could soften his cruel words and harsh demeanor, but you'd long since accepted that such a fundamental change was unlikely. his prickly exterior was as much a part of him as his piercing eyes or capable hands - it was simply who bo was at his core.

"can you get off your ass and get me the damn wrench?" bo's angry voice shattered your contemplative mood, yanking you abruptly back to reality.

"oh, right," you nodded, eyes scanning the array of tool boxes spread before you. each container held a different assortment of implements, the various tools blending together in a confusing jumble of metal and rubber grips.

"which one?" you asked, trying to narrow down the search.

"five eighths," bo answered gruffly, followed almost immediately by an impatient, "can you hurry up?"

"i'm going as fast as i can," you shot back, rolling your eyes at his characteristic lack of patience. "it's not my fault you have so many god damn tools."

bo's response was an unintelligible grumble that you chose to ignore. after another moment of searching, triumph filled your voice as you announced, "found it!" grabbing the wrench from its resting place, you made your way around to where bo was working.

"here," you said, crouching down to extend your arm beneath the vehicle, offering him the requested tool.

"find it faster next time, would you?" bo's words carried their usual bite, but his touch lingered as he took the wrench from your hand, the contact lasting several heartbeats longer than strictly necessary.

"yes, sir," you muttered with exaggerated deference as you pushed yourself back to your feet and retreated to your chair, fighting back a smile at the familiar pattern of your interactions.

"excuse me?" the unexpected chime of the gas station door opening made your eyes widen with surprise, your heart rate quickening slightly at the unexpected interruption. it was already going on nine in the evening, and visitors at this hour were rare enough to be concerning. who in their right mind would be wandering around ambrose at this time of night?

"hi, how can i help you?" you quickly pushed yourself up from your comfortable sitting position, unconsciously straightening your clothes as you rose. your eyes briefly darted down to where bo was still sprawled underneath the car he had been meticulously working on all evening.

"me and my boyfriend were driving and our car broke down," the woman explained as she tentatively stepped further into the fluorescent-lit gas station, her heels clicking softly against the worn linoleum floor. "he says something about our brake line snapping?" her words lilted upward with uncertainty, transforming the statement into a question that made you suppress an amused chuckle.

"do you know what size you need?" you questioned professionally, maintaining your customer service demeanor despite the late hour.

"uh…" the woman's eyes darted nervously around the shop, taking in the rows of parts and tools lining the walls. "no."

"do you know the car model?"

the woman rattled off the name of some obscure vehicle model you had never encountered before, making your eyebrows knit together in confusion. before you could respond, bo's gravelly voice cut through the air, "you need a one fourth." your eyes immediately snapped to where he was smoothly rolling out from under the car, his movements practiced and fluid despite hours of mechanical work.

"thank you," the woman's voice took on a distinctly different tone, and you felt your jaw clench as you watched her eyes brazenly trail up and down bo's grease-stained figure with obvious appreciation.

"we don't have the part you need here," your voice came out sharp and cold as ice, your eyes darkening dangerously.

"oh," the woman's eyes widened perceptibly at your sudden change in tone, her body language shifting as she finally seemed to realize she had crossed an invisible but very real line.

"we just got a shipment in at the house," bo's presence was suddenly beside you, solid and reassuring. "why don't you take her up to the house and fetch that brake line?" he glanced down at you meaningfully, and you couldn't help but smirk at the familiar evil glint dancing in his eyes.

"of course," you nodded with exaggerated politeness. "it's only a second up the road." you fixed the girl with the most artificial smile you could muster, watching with satisfaction as she squirmed under your gaze.

"uh, okay," the girl nodded hesitantly, and you could practically taste her growing nervousness in the air between you.

"we'll be back," you directed a genuine smile up at bo as he pressed his truck keys into your palm, your fingers brushing together in a moment of silent communication. turning back to your unwanted visitor, you gestured toward the door with mock hospitality. "come on, let's get that brake line so you and your boyfriend can get back on the road."

the woman's agonized screams echoed through the room as you methodically plunged the gleaming blade into her abdomen yet again, a satisfied grin spreading across your face at the sight of her suffering. dark crimson blood began pooling beneath her writhing form, spreading across the pristine floor in an ever-widening circle. "vinny!" you called out urgently, watching as the precious liquid continued to seep from her wounds. "come get this girl before she completely ruins the hardwood!"

heavy footsteps quickly approached, and within moments vincent appeared, swooping down to capture the thrashing woman in his powerful arms. her desperate struggles against his iron grip were almost impressive to witness.

she fought with the fierce determination of someone who still believed they had a chance at survival, her movements wild and uncontrolled. you had to admire her spirit, even knowing it would soon be permanently extinguished.

"i think that bitch actually managed to scratch me," you commented irritably as you passed by vincent, who maintained his vice-like hold on the increasingly frantic woman.

"please," the woman's voice cracked as she begged, raw terror evident in every syllable.

"you must have quite the charmed life to still be fighting this hard," you observed with dark amusement, shaking your head as you made your way to the kitchen to retrieve a very specific item.

returning with the super glue in hand, you deliberately unscrewed the cap while maintaining eye contact with your victim. her gaze locked onto the small container, comprehension and fresh horror dawning in her wide eyes. "what are you doing?" she managed to choke out between sobs.

"hold her lips shut," you commanded, and vincent immediately complied, his massive hands moving to firmly grip either side of her face.

her muffled screams of protest grew increasingly desperate as you meticulously applied the adhesive to her trembling lips. "would you kindly stop with all that noise?" you sighed in exasperation, pinching her lips together until you were certain the glue had properly set.

"take her to the museum," you instructed with a dismissive wave of your hand. just then, the distinct sound of the front door being thrown open shattered the relative quiet.

the footsteps that followed were too light to belong to bo, yet too measured and slow to be lester's familiar gait.

someone else was in the house.

JILLIAN SPEAKS . . . let me know if you guys want a part two!

CREDITS . . . divider by @cafekitsune

MASTERLIST

[zombiesthetic]

IMAGINE PATCHING UP BO SINCLAIR . . .

pairing . . . bo sinclair x gn!reader

warnings . . . bo being a dickwad, blood, and a lot of cursing.

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated !

the deafening sound of the front door slamming violently made you practically leap from your comfortable place at the weathered kitchen table. the thunderous slam reverberated through the previously peaceful home, its echo bouncing off the walls before bo's furious, colorful cursing shattered what remained of the tranquil atmosphere.

"god damn, son of a bitch," bo, radiating anger from every pore and looking absolutely livid, stumbled into the kitchen while clutching desperately at his side, where an arrow was protruding at an awkward angle from between his fingers.

"what the hell happened?" your eyes grew wide with concern as you hastily jumped to your feet, the sudden movement nearly sending your wooden chair toppling backwards across the worn kitchen floor.

"lester shot me with a damn arrow," bo groaned miserably as he heavily dropped himself into the wooden chair you had just vacated, his eyes following your movements as you rushed to retrieve the well-used first aid kit from its place under the kitchen sink. "i'm gonna have that boys head, i swear to god almighty."

you rolled your eyes dramatically at bo's endless complaining before carefully placing the first aid kit on the table and methodically opening it, "lester wouldn't shoot you on purpose, and you know it."

"oh, yeah?" bo scoffed incredulously, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "and how exactly do you know that?"

"because," you stated matter-of-factly as your fingers worked nimbly to undo each button of his dirty work shirt. "he's a sweet boy, always has been, and he definitely has morals, unlike some people i could mention."

"just get this fuckin' arrow out of me already, would you?" bo grunted impatiently as you carefully peeled off his work shirt, taking extra precaution not to jostle the arrow embedded in his side.

"stop your constant bitching," you scoffed with exasperation. "i'm working as fast as humanly possible here."

"well go faster," bo glared up at you with intense frustration burning in his eyes.

bo was undeniably stubborn, quite possibly the most stubborn person to ever walk the face of the planet, one might argue with complete conviction. while you had grown accustomed to his perpetually angry and bitchy personality over time, it was moments like this when his attitude really managed to get under your skin and test your patience.

bo let out a sharp, piercing yelp as you deliberately flicked the arrow shaft, "you fuckin' bitch!" he howled out in agoney as he violently slammed his clenched fist against the solid wooden table.

"stop being such a pussy and man up already, would you?" you couldn't help but chuckle at his dramatic reaction.

"my obvious pain is somehow amusing to you?" the wounded man questioned accusingly, his intense gaze fixed on you as you methodically began wiping away the steadily flowing blood that leaked from around the arrow wound.

"you thoroughly enjoy watching me in pain," you shrugged nonchalantly as you carelessly tossed the blood-soaked cloth onto the table surface. "so why shouldn't i get to enjoy yours just a little bit?"

"hmph," bo rolled his eyes in annoyance before letting out an ear-splitting scream as white-hot pain suddenly coursed through his entire body.

"sorry about that, my love," you chuckled softly as you held up the bloody arrow that had, until moments ago, been firmly lodged in his side.

"you absolute fucking psycho!" bo jumped up from his chair with surprising agility and forcefully punched the nearest wall, making you wince at the loud impact.

"can you please not destroy our house?" you questioned with mild irritation. "and sit your ass back down, i still need to properly patch you up."

"fuck you," bo spat venomously as he angrily snatched the first aid kit from the table and began storming his way out of the house.

"where do you think you're going?" you called after his retreating form.

"i'll do it my fuckin' self," he yelled back over his shoulder, causing you to burst into genuine laughter.

"i love you!" you shouted cheerfully as you followed him out of the house and stood watching from the wooden porch as bo continued his determined march to wherever he thought he was heading.

"i love you too, darlin'" bo called back, some of the anger finally starting to fade from his voice.

he was, without a doubt, the most stubborn son of a bitch you had ever encountered in your life, but lord almighty, did you love that impossible man with every fiber of your being.

CREDITS . . . divider by @cafekitsune

MASTERLIST

[zombiesthetic]

THOMAS HEWITT WITH A PLUS SIZE S/O . . .

pairing . . . thomas hewitt x plus size!fem reader

warnings . . . hoyt ( he needs his own warning ) , no insecurities or self doubt but mentions of having "bad days" because let's be real, we all have those days.

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★ let us be real for a moment. thomas would 100% love a woman who has some meat on her bones. someone he doesn't have to treat like fine china.

★ you have curves? he's running his hands over them.

★ you have hip dips? perfect place for him to put his hands.

★ you have nice, soft, plush thighs? it's a perfect place for him to rest his head after a long day of hunting and killing.

★ you have a soft stomach? another amazing place for him to rest his head. it's like his own personal pillow and he loves it.

★ oh. and don't ever let this man see you in a dress. your curves, your soft stomach, your wide hips, your full breasts that threaten to spill out of the top and sides, oh dear lord. it takes everything in him not to stop what he's doing, throw you over his shoulder, and take you to the basement to do ungodly things that luda mae would definitely not approve of.

★ luda mae would definitely talk to him about you having nice "birthing hips". it would confuse the hell out of him. how did she know you had nice birthing hips just by looking at them? but once that idea was planted in his head . . . it's game over.

★ he loves it when you sit in his lap. the feeling of your weight being on him makes his head go fuzzy. ad you better believe that if you don't put your full weight on him, he's tugging you down til you're fully seated.

★ he just loves you. he loves every single thing about you.

★ he loves you even when you have your bad days. you know the days where you don't feel your best? he's right by your side and in his own way, he's telling you he loves everything about you. sure, there's a huge conversation barrier, but you know what he's trying to say.

★ if hoyt even dares to make a snide comment, thomas is locked and loaded, ready to take his brother/uncle down to the basement to butcher him.

★ after a close encounter with tommy's chainsaw, hoyt never said anything again. at least not when tommy could hear him.

★ but all it takes is for you to threaten to tell tommy and hoyt is shutting his mouth. that man really doesn't want to become a victim.

★ when it comes to cuddling, tommy likes to be little spoon. nothing you say can change my mind.

★ after a long day of killing and butchering, all he wants is to lay down on top of you with his head buried in your chest while you run your hand though his dark curls.

★ he's so used to be forced to "be a man" by hoyt, he likes that he doesn't have to be a big macho man when he's with you.

★ of course, he'll put on a "i run this relationship" act in front of hoyt, but when it's just you two. man, is this boy whipped. you tell him to do something, it'll be done within the hour. and of course, it's the other way around too.

★ in the beginning you had to sit him down and tell him that relationships don't have an "owner" and a "pet" like hoyt had always told him.

★ because of hoyt's constant talk of how relationships are "supposed to be", tommy didn't really want to be in a relationship. he didn't like the idea of having to "own" someone.

★ but after you had a nice sit down conversation with him, he liked the idea of being in a 50/50 relationship. you respect and love him and he respects and loves you.

★ in reality, you had to teach tommy a lot of things. but the good thing is . . . tommy is a very fast learner. in more ways than one. *wink* *wink*

★ tommy is really good with his hands. no, not in that way. get your head out of the gutter.

★ if you liked a piece of jewelry one of the victims were wearing but it didn't fit you, tommy would craft it to fit you. you mentioned a ring you liked, but it was a few sizes too small? this man is cutting the band and making it adjustable.

★ you like a necklace but it doesn't quite fit your neck how you want it too? he's stealing a chain from another victim and adding it to the necklace so it'll fit you.

★ you liked a piece of clothing but it's too small? this man is cleaning his sewing machine and creating an entire new piece of clothing with you. ( after he has luda mae get the blood stains out because that woman is scarily good at getting blood stains out of things. )

★ his love language is acts of service and gift giving, obviously.

★ he likes doing things for you and he really loves giving you things.

★ after he's done working in the barn, during his walk back to the house, if he sees a flower that sprouted in the yard, he'll grab it and give it to you.

CREDITS . . . divider by @cafekitsune

MASTERLIST

[zombiesthetic]

ZOMBIESTHETIC’S MASTERLIST . . .

PEOPLE I WRITE FOR . . . thomas hewitt , ghost face , tom hanniger , the lost boys , art the clown , micheal myers , baby firefly , otis driftwood , nubbins sawyer , captain spaulding , bo sinclair , pretty much any slasher

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE . . . any dark kinks ( cnc, kidnapping role play, etc. ) , race play , rape , sexual assault , pedophilia , huge age gaps

THINGS I WILL WRITE ONLY IF IT’S REQUESTED . . . self harm , insecurities , severe mental illnesses , stuttering , self doubt

THOMAS HEWITT

thomas hewitt with a plus size s/o ( headcanons )

GHOST FACE . . . none yet

TOM HANNIGER . . . none yet

THE LOST BOYS . . . none yet

ART THE CLOWN . . . none yet

MICHEAL MYERS . . . none yet

BABY FIREFLY . . . none yet

OTIS DRIFTWOOD . . . none yet

CAPTAIN SPAULDING . . . none yet

NUBBINS SAWYER . . . none yet

BO SINCLAIR

imagine patching bo up ( imagine )

complicated ( imagine )

REQUESTS . . . open !

CREDITS . . . divider by @cafekitsune