Slasher x Reader Drabbles & Imagines ||Requests Open||

🔪~"Idyat"~🔪

Bo Sinclair x Reader

I have the last one-shot req from Wattpad ready to write, just need to wait till I get home since I can't exactly write smut on my school laptop and my school has no public wifi for students to use. 

For now- take some fluff/angst that I felt like writing after listening to 'Lvr Boy'

It was warm out–

Bo was laying on the ground peacefully daydreaming as the clouds passed overhead. He had suffered through the first class of the day before ditching. A small smile graced Bo's lips as he had remembered the way the teachers had yelled running at full speed while he scaled the metal fence the staff had meant to keep Bo away from at all costs.

This wasn't the first time he had run away from the necessities of life, preferring to hide away in the nature surrounding Ambrose. Yet it seemed that this was the first time he was followed.

"Hey, idiot!"

Bo's eyes flew wide. He sat up, eyes narrowing as your figure got closer to him. "Who d'ya think ya callin' idyat?!" your face scrunched at the barely coherent sentence while Bo was readying for a fight. He had dealt with his fair share of bullies, and he would be damned if he couldn't handle one more. "I'm calling you an idiot," you started now only a few feet from Bo "If it wasn't for me Mr. Harrison woulda caught you." you finished, catching Bo off guard with a toothy grin and a small laugh.

"I tripped him for you! You should have seen his face."

That day Bo had made a friend and as time progressed so did the relationship the both of you held dearly.

The air all throughout Ambrose was frigid–

Gravel crunched underfoot as Bo treaded along the unpaved roads of Ambrose. His gun was held securely in his hands, fully loaded and ready to kill. The man was focused and on the hunt looking for a few lost tourists.

However, with a dull thud, Bo's weapon hit the ground. Crimson swirled around his feet as it pooled on the ground seeping into the path below foot. The oh-so-familiar color quickly became sickening to the man.

"Fuckin' idiot–" Bo choked out his knees hitting the ground. Jagged rocks cut into his knees but he didn't seem to notice as his arms encircled you– frigid is what you were. A lifeless body was what Bo held as warm tears streamed from his eyes, landing on your face. "Idiot," Bo repeated curling over you.

As a second set of footsteps approached, hands wrapping around Bo's gun he didn't move. Even as the barrel rested comfortably against his head, he didn't flinch.

A click– a bang– Bo never once flinched.