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🔪~Bo x Depressed S/o Headcanons~🔪

Bo Sinclair x GN Reader

I demanded more Bo headcanons. So now you must deal with me flooding this book with my favorite hyper-fixation. Aka Bo aka That Asshole with a Fat Ass. 

Plus maybe the fact that I'm manic, in gremlin mode, at 5:57 AM after not sleeping all night has something to do with it. All I'm saying is when I come back to my senses I am going to be very confused. 

Bo x Depressed S/o

He won't catch on to what's happening at first. Too busy taking care of Ambrose and any victims to immediately notice your shift in mood.

Bo will most likely come home confused as all the lights inside are off like he left them and dinner isn't ready like it normally is. He'll be mad grabbing a beer and kicking it on the couch drinking drink after drink waiting for you to come down those stairs desperate for his attention.

However, Bo ends up passing out drunk, and when he wakes up to see the only thing around the home that has changed being the sudden mysterious uptick in beer cans lying around him he'll be livid. Mostly from confusion, Bo does not like things he can't understand easily.

His anger will quickly diminish however when he opens your shared bedroom door to see you with tear-stained cheeks, greasy hair, and in the same clothes, he left you with yesterday.

It'll take him a minute but he'll recognize what you going through. Bo will wake you up if it's a decent time and force you to get up. If you won't go take a shower on your own. He will do it for you. Simple as that.

Once Bo makes sure your cleaned and fed don't expect to be heading off to bed. Nope, you're coming with him. He will drag you everywhere.

A part of him is scared to leave you alone. The last thing he needs is you offing yourself like his dad did or wasting away like his mom.

He will give you lots of kisses everywhere. He'll kiss your cheeks, head, and lips every chance he gets making sure he burns the words "I love you." into your brain. He will make you help him out around town praising you more than usual.

You may even get to see this man clean something around the home. I know, shocking.

Bo frowned. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as he sat beside the tub you were sitting in. Knees pulled to your chest as tears silently rolled from your eyes. He was quick to reach up whipping them away with his thumb, his palm resting on your cheek.

You whimpered pushing your face into his hand. Bo's lips curled upward for a second. Bo leaned up placing a kiss just under your eyes where the tear once sat before letting himself rest by the tub again. He grabbed a cloth hanging on the edge of the tub before beginning to scrub you down gently.

You let him. Feeling bad the whole time just wishing you could have stood earlier when he demanded it and bathed yourself. No matter how hard you had tried though you couldn't find it in you to take care of yourself. Couldn't find the motivation to sit up and push onward through the day like normal.

"Stop that," Bo scolded setting the rag aside now that you were completely covered in suds "don't beat yourself up. Ya hear me now." He scolded grabbing an old cup reserved for baths before scooping up some of the warm water surrounding you and pouring it over you washing away the suds clinging to your skin "We all have hard days and takin' care of ya ain't all that bad." he said somehow reading your mind as he always did.

Smiling at Bo you nodded. Your smile seemed to light up his whole face forcing his own soft love-filled smile onto his lips.