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

🔪~Friends~🔪

Bo Sinclair x Male Reader

Gotta love some random angst from my mentally ill brain.

[Y/n]'s fingers splayed over Bo's chest, his fingers dragging gently over the dips defining the light muscle on the burly man's torso.

"Bo," [Y/n]'s chin rested between Bo's pecks, his eyes trained on Bo's face. The man grunted in acknowledgment shifting his arms which lay loosely wrapped around [Y/n]'s waist, "what are we?"

The question [Y/n] asked caught Bo off guard, making him go stiff momentarily. The brunette sighed, letting his head hit the headboard "We're- friends, always have been. Always will be." Bo could tell his answer wasn't the one [Y/n] wanted to hear by the way he squirmed, no longer content to stay cradled in his arms. [Y/n] pushed himself up to where he was straddling Bo, forcing the male to look him in the eyes.

"Friends don't do the things we do, Bo."

Bo pushed the other male off of him, letting him fall to the bed before pushing himself up and grabbing his discarded pants off the bedroom floor. "Drop it, [Y/n]."

[Y/n] stood up after the man letting his hands rest on Bo's broad shoulders "Bo," [Y/n] started, Bo turned suddenly, his arms pushing [Y/n] back and forcing him to stumble onto the mattress behind him. "No, you listen here [Y/n]. It's just sex– that's it. I ain't no faggit so get that through your thick skull." A vein stuck out from Bo's neck as he yelled, his hostility shaking [Y/n] to the core "You ain't nothing more than a hole. We're never gonna be together, if ya can' accept that, then get outta here." Bo paused his fists clenching "Ain't like I need ya, just gotta wait for the next desperate whore to stumble into Ambrose."

The tears running down [Y/n]'s cheeks stung, but nothing could compare to the sharp slice that came with the man's words. Bo realized all too late the words he said, only coming too when [Y/n] was pushing past him a hand over his mouth and sheet wrapped tight around his body. "[Y/n]-" he tried but it was too late as his bedroom door slammed shut.

With the slam of a door, Bo fell to his bed– his empty bed.