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🔪~Everyone Cries~🔪

Bo Sinclair x Reader

1/3 for boneeating--bastard on Tumblr

The other two are the same comfort prompt with Vincent and Michael.

Y'all ADHD is not fun. I have been trying so hard to just focus on the smut req I was working on and at this point, I am just mad at myself. I have everything written up and planned out and I am at the last segment of it. I just can't get my brain to let my fingers type the words I'm thinking. It's infuriating.

Everything was calm and right with the world.

You and Bo were enjoying your day off and with no tourists coming into town Bo could finally relax while your mind wandered to the multitude of bottled-up emotions welling inside. Without the distraction of work, you weren't sure what you could do to take your mind off of the tightening in your chest. In a last-ditch effort to occupy yourself, you set off to the kitchen. There had to be plenty to do in there.

You knew the boys both weren't too keen on washing their dishes after meals and maybe Bo or one of the other brothers could do with a small snack.

While you desperately tried to busy yourself, teetering on the edge of a breakdown, Bo was lounging on the sofa sipping on a beer. He enjoyed lazy days almost as much as he enjoyed days spent under the hood of a car or chasing down unexpected visitors. The only problem at that moment was that you weren't curled up by his side. Instead, you were cleaning, or at least that was what Bo assumed from the sounds of rushing water and clattering dishes.

He chuckled to himself shaking his head fondly. You were always so stoic and hardworking. The man wondered if you ever took a break to breathe.

The calm atmosphere was shattered as a plate slipped from your sudd-covered fingers, breaking into pieces on the floor. In that moment, your calm put-together facade cracked. Tears that had been locked away for years flowed out angrily over your cheeks before dripping off your chin. "What the fuck was that!" It was Bo yelling at you from the next room. "[Y/n]?" His voice was filled with concern as he looked back at the doorway to the kitchen, his beer forgotten.

"It's fine, Bo." you lied through your teeth.

Bo stood jumping over the back of the couch before rushing into the brightly lit room. He saw one of your hands planted on the counter behind you bracing yourself as your other hand was lifted to your face hovering over your mouth. Bo was stunned, freezing as he watched tears fall from your eyes. He's never seen you cry before.

"Fucking idiot, crying over a broken plate." you choked out through tears, scolding yourself the words filled with venom as they left your mouth quietly.

The words left a bitter taste in Bo's mouth and in seconds he was pushing forward only stopping his movements when he was inches from you. Slowly he reached out taking the wrist covering your mouth in his hand before pulling it to him "Now who said ya were an idiot?" he asked his voice shockingly quiet.

Your eyes flicked up meeting his gaze before going back to the ground. A look Bo knew all too well flickered through your eyes.

It was a look of shame. It was an expression Bo had seen in his own eyes when he would catch himself crying in the bathroom. While his eyes dug into his reflection in the mirrored.

"Honeydew," he said pulling you closer to him "What's tha' matter?" his fingers rested against your cheek "Talk ta me here." you knew Bo wasn't asking about the dish on the floor.

"Ya can tell me what's wrong." at that you broke. Tears openly fell from your eyes as your shoulders shaking. Sobs quietly push up from your chest, escaping out from your throat. You let yourself be pulled forward Bo's arms as they wrap around your shoulders. "I'm sorry Bo, it's just getting really hard to keep everything inside." you choked out through tears further confusing Bo.

"Now who said ya need ta keep everything bottled up?" Bo asked, his tone harsh, but you knew it wasn't directed at you. When you didn't respond verbally to his question he only sighed eyes looking anywhere but your face. "It's okay to let it out every now and then [Y/n]." he let his hands fiddle with the ends of your hair "Everyone does from time ta time, even I sometimes need to have a good cryin'." his voice got soft and quiet near the end of his speech your eyes on him making his cheeks flare.

"So it's fine. Alright." He pulled you into his chest smashing your face up against this body "Don't go around bein' ashamed of it, and I'm always here if ya need me, Honeydew."