#mulletdaddybo

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BO SINCLAIR x READER: BELTS

Because of Bo being restrained constantly as a kid he hates the idea of belts

This doesn’t mean he won’t wear belts but it’s very rare and when he does his hands will shake as he tries to buckle it

You’d have to pay really close attention in order to see it and if you did you wouldn’t want him to know you noticed

Bo never learned to deal with his emotions properly so if you try to confront him about it he would 10/10 blow up in your face

If he was born just a generation later he’d probably wear the seatbelt style belts so that he can just click and unclick it but he would still have a hard time getting it through the belt loops

There’s a reason he wears his mechanic coveralls most of the time - no belt required

NEVER ask him if he needs your help putting a belt on! He’s having a hard time buckling by himself do you really think his deep rooted trauma would allow you to do it? This is a good way to get yourself strapped to the chair

At the end of the day you’d have better luck getting him into Lester’s critter pit than getting him to wear a belt

Bo was standing in the door way as you sat on the counter with a hot cup of coffee and a book in your hands. He hadn’t even noticed you as he struggled to get the belt through the loops of his old blue jeans. All of his coveralls were thrown in the wash the previous night which left him no choice but to wear normal pants.

You could tell he was getting ticked off as his brows furrowed and he let out agitated grunts. You’d never seen him so frustrated with anything but you’d also never seen him wear a belt in y’all’s entire relationship since he opted to wear coveralls and the occasional suit. Maybe he just wasn’t as steady handed as you once thought or maybe he was still in a pissy mood over the way things went with the tourists yesterday. Whatever it was, you could tell he was getting madder by the minute and it wouldn’t be long before he made it everyone’s problem. In these moments you knew it was best to mind your own business and to let him do his own thing.

At first, his hands had softly trembled but they began to shake violently as he reached the buckle. That was when you realized this had nothing to do with travelers or unsteady hands, this had everything to do with his childhood, what his mom put him through and how differently she treated each twin.

As you watched him finish with his buckle you sat and wondered whether he was even capable of ever loving you as much as he loved Vincent, even though he always acted as if Vinny was a burden to everyone. The only reason Ambrose is still “inhabited” is because Bo was convinced to do this with his twin, because let’s be honest, we all know Bo isn’t the evil mastermind behind all this. He’s a terrible aim and he sucks at first aid so how could it possibly be his idea. Bo is just the shiny fishing lure drawing them towards the hook, but Vincent? Oh Vincent is an artist who does things on his own time. You think Vince would ever be pressured into anything? Definitely not, but Bo would do anything if you made him think it was his idea. It upset you that Bo didn’t have any dreams of his own and it upset you worse when he said his dream was to “help Vincent finish what momma started.” Why couldn’t he do anything for himself? Was it so bad to want your own things?

You quickly flicked your eyes back down to the book as he finally noticed you on the counter. His sight was trained on you as he walked across the kitchen. You finally look up and meet his eyes which still hold traces of anger. Slowly lifting up a cup of coffee, you hold it out towards him hoping he won’t go off. “Good morning, Bo,” you say sweetly as if you hadn’t just seen him riding front seat of the struggle bus.

He looks down at you with a slight scowl as he says, “Y/N, darlin, how long have you been sitting there? You weren’t being some freak by watching me were you?”