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fandom-imagines · 7 months

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Bad idea, right?

Fandom: House of Wax

Pairing: Ex!Bo Sinclair x Reader

Warnings: Exes-to-Lovers, implied nsfw, mainly dialogue, reader doesn't know about Ambrose, not proofread.

Inspired by bad idea right by Olivia Rodrigo!

Seeing the name ‘Bo Sinclair’ pop up in her phone a couple of months after they had officially ended things was not something that Y/N expected during her night-in with her friends.

As the four of them were seated around her best friend’s coffee table, the loud text-tone of Y/N’s phone broke the conversation that they were having and at first, she seriously debated ignoring it.

“It can’t be anybody important,” she said to the group. “It’s probably just my boss asking me to work a shift tomorrow!”

The three girlfriends giggled, each raising their eyebrow in a questioning manner.

“Just answer it!” One said, tossing the woman’s phone to her, one which she caught with expert accuracy.

“Fine.” She huffed, a sound which was cut short when she read the texters name.

Thankfully, nobody noticed the way her eyes widened in both shock and confusion, the emotions intensifying the moment her phone began ringing.

Bo Sinclair is calling.

Answer. Decline.

It was at that moment Y/N realised that she had never changed his contact image. It was still a photo she took of him whilst they were drunk in Ambrose.

“Sorry,” she muttered to the group, leaving the room to answer the call.

It was as though her body was on autopilot as she answered the phone, his name falling from her lips just as easily as it had when they were a couple.

“Bo? I haven’t heard from you in a couple of months, is everything okay?” Y/N asked, assuming it must be bad for him to call her. After all, he was the one who broke up with her after they had an argument about him keeping secrets from her.

The line was silent for a moment, and she wondered if he had changed his mind, realised his mistake, and hung up. That was, until he spoke.

It wasn’t anything huge, just her name, but it was enough to have her heart racing, past feelings resurfacing at the sound.

“That’s me,” came her response, a forced chuckle shortly following.

“You should come over.” He said.

“What…?”

“You heard me.”

The door to the room she was previously in opened, startling Y/N. She knew then that she had been caught, cheeks flushed and hands shaking; she simply prayed they wouldn’t judge her too much.

“Y/N?” Her best friend asked, smirking as she took in the appearance of the woman on the phone.

“Think about it, Darling. I’ve texted you my new address.” Were Bo’s final words as he hung up the phone, the device suddenly feeling one-hundred times heavier than before.

“Is everything okay?” Rachel, her best and closest friend, asked with concern. “Who was that?”

With a harsh swallow, Y/N spoke. “That was Bo.”

“Bo? As in your ex? What did he want?”

“He wants me to go over, just moved or something.”

“At this time? You can’t seriously be considering it, Y/N! He’s your ex-boyfriend, for crying out loud!” Rachel exclaimed in shock, remembering how heartbroken her friend was when Bo broke up with her.

“Yes, I know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect?” Y/N asked. “I only see him as a friend!” The biggest lie I ever said, being her immediate thought after she finished speaking.

“You can’t be serious?” Rachel was clearly unimpressed with Y/N’s choices but knew she was in no spot to say anything; everyone makes bad choices. “It’s a bad idea, right, but I can’t stop you.”

With a smile, Y/N spoke. “Fuck it, it’s fine.”

With a smile on her own face, Rachel repeated her words. “Fuck it, it’s fine.”

As she reached Bo’s new house in Ambrose, she hadn’t expected him to be stood at the door with a small smirk, giving her reason to believe to he had been waiting for her to pull up.

“What did you tell your friends?” He asked, widening the door for her to enter the house.

“That I was going home to sleep,”

“Well, you never said where or that you were in my sheets. I guess you could say you just tripped and fell into it.” He joked, still smirking.

“Seeing you tonight, it’s a bad idea, right?” Y/N spoke aloud, watching the way Bo’s smirk widened at her internal debate. “I should probably not.”

“Fuck it, it’s fine.” He said, as though he had heard the previous conversation with Rachel.

Watching Y/N stood in front of him once again had Bo’s chest feeling a way that he wasn’t used to feeling. He didn’t miss her, no, no way! He only saw her as a friend, somebody to hook up with! The biggest lie he ever said.

Y/N watched as he stared at her, seemingly too deep in thought to even notice her moving towards him. Judging by the way he flinched as her hands landed on his shoulders, she knew he hadn’t been paying attention at all.

Bo, who was now well-aware of her touch, leant in to connect their lips, his arm wrapping around her waist in an instant. The feeling of her lips against his after months apart had both parties reacting in ways that they didn’t know were humanly possible.

One of Y/N’s hands moved from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, fingers interlocking with his hair, tugging sharply as Bo bit on her lower, drawing a moan from her. Bo’s free hand reached to toy with the fabric of her shirt, tugging it over her head.

“Should we go upstairs?”

Neither of them knew how to react.

Bo, who wasn’t exactly the best at expressing his emotions, watched as the woman he still loved prepared to leave. He didn’t want her to but didn’t know how to express that without seeming ‘weak’.

“You don’t need to go,” Bo muttered, almost too quiet for Y/N to hear.

“What do you mean?”

With a sigh, Bo knew he had to tell her the truth, no matter how much he didn’t want to. “I don’t want you to leave. Not again.” He admitted, cheeks warming at the confession.

“You… don’t?” She asked him, genuine curiosity and confusion in her orbs. “Why?”

“Because… Fuck are you really going to make me say it?”

“Say what, Bo?”

“Because I still love you, okay!?” He yelled, and he was grateful that Vincent was visiting Lester that night. “I mean, fuck, I’m- I’m sorry, all right? I shouldn’t have lied to you, but I was scared what you would say if you knew the truth.”

“The truth about what?”

“Everything! The town, Vincent, Lester, me…. If you knew the truth, you’d never look at me the same.”

As Y/N stared at him, concern evident, Bo winced slightly. He wasn’t exactly used to expressing his emotions, especially not these types of emotions, but as she moved to sit beside him, he couldn’t stop the words leaving his lips.

“Please don’t leave again, Y/N…”

“I won’t, Bo, but only if you tell me the truth.”

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i-heart-slashers · 2 years

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"Damn, you're strong for a little thing." + "Don't threaten me with a good time."

Pairings: Bo Sinclair x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): death, violence, non-con touching, implied sexual assault.

'Help me meet up with a guy I met online,' your friend said; she was too worried that he'd be some sort of catfish or, worse, a serial killer. Addy had talked you and some of your friends into going on a road trip with her to meet the 'guy of her dreams.'

It had actually been fun until the tires on the van punctured out of nowhere in the middle of god knows where. Your friend driving had pulled the car over near the edge of town none of you knew existed.

It was all well and good until we figured out there was no phone signal, and so the guys all did the macho thing by leaving the 'weak, defenseless' girls with the car while they left to find help.

You and Addy stayed in the car for what seemed like hours. Your friend complained every minute until you opened the van door and began walking into the town.

It was so strange how quiet the small place was. You almost would have thought it was deserted, not for the few signs of life.

Passing by some stores, you continued to look for your other friends until you saw a guy, a very cute guy walking out of the church. He gave you a charismatic smile as you explained your problem to him.

"Your friends have gone to the garage?" Bo said, raising his eyebrow and motioning to the darkened street behind the two of you. The cold had begun to set in, and the town twinkled with frost, so you and Addy were shivering together.

You nodded quickly, crossing your arms as Bo's eyes roamed over your shaking form. "Well, I'm the town's only mechanic" Addy tapped your arm excitedly as she gave Bo a squeal. The man's eye twitched briefly before his charming smile was back.

"Why don't you ladies come up to the house with me? I can get ya a blanket and some coffee, and we'll pick up my truck" The hair on the back of your neck pricked up, but Addy was already following the man towards the other end of the town.

Bo had talked the whole way to his home about the town, his life, and how he lived in the house with his brothers. That made you feel more secure knowing there would be others, not just the two of you and Bo.

Not that you were purposely trying to judge the man who seemed to want to help the two of you, but his eyes seemed to darken every time they laid on Addy.

It wasn't that unusual, many people were initially turned off by her bubbly, happy-go-lucky attitude, but she was somehow able to worm her way into their hearts.

That's how the two of you had initially become friends.

Addy had begun in detail telling the southern man all about your friends still down in the town and where you had all been going. You thought it was weird until you soon remember Bo questioning her while you were lost in your thinking.

That was a little suspicious, but maybe you were being too harsh. It seemed like Bo had grown up in this small town where everyone knew each other and all their businesses.

Gossip must be hot in a town like this.

Entering Bo's home, you felt uneasy again, but apparently, your friend was content enough to ask for the bathroom. The fireplace had been lit before you even entered the house; maybe his brother was here?

Bo showed her the way before coming back with a blanket and coffee cup. "Thanks" You gave him a small half smile taking the items from him and sipping from the cup.

"You don't talk much, huh?" Bo joked as a small laugh slipped from you as you sat on the edge of the couch, placing the cup on the worn table in front of you.

"Addy does a lot of the talking for me" You admitted small talk wasn't something you particularly enjoyed, but for Addy, she loved to be social whenever someone would be willing to listen.

The man smirked at your amusement as he dropped into an armchair parallel to you. "Yeah, I noticed. She said you were helping her meet some guy. Pretty dangerous thing to do. One of them boys down there, your man?".

The question was so blunt it took you a moment to understand what he was asking. "Oh, uh, no. We're all just friends." His eyes seemed to brighten for a second at my admission, but that could have been the light from the fire.

A sound caught your attention, and your head whipped around to find the source of the bang. Addy has been in that bathroom for a while. Did she need help?

"Ahh, it's probably just the dog. The damn thing is stupid" The tone of Bo's voice made you frown. All charm had been replaced with annoyance until you turned back to face him.

Seeing your confused expression, he gives a wide smirk until Addy screaming your name, sounded out in the creepily silent house. "Help me!".

Bo's face dropped into seething anger as you quickly threw the hot coffee in his face and smashed the cup against his head.

You knew you had a weird feeling about him.

Jumping up, you quickly run towards the hall Addy had walked down earlier, meeting her halfway when she manages to run from the room screaming and covered in blood.

A tall man followed her with a large knife in hand; half of his face looked disfigured. The sound of a truck pulling up outside distracted you for a moment before a fist struck your cheek.

Landing against the hallway wall, you were held there by a recovered Bo as the other man plunged the knife through your best friend's back and out of her chest.

You watched as her mouth and eyes both went wide, blood seeping from her lips as her gaze turned glassy, and she gasped. The man catches her falling body dragging her back through the house.

"Shh, shh," Bo whispered with his lips against your forehead as you sobbed seeing Addy murdered so brutally. He pushed himself against your body as another man flung the door open.

Through the open door, you saw something horrifying; the truck's bed contained your other friends' broken bodies. Bo followed your gaze before giving you a smirk as he watched your expression. It was like he was trying to gauge how you would react.

The other man winked as he smiled at you, full of blackened teeth, before he walked back out to the truck after Bo instructed him to take the bodies out back and that 'Vincent' would help him.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you realized that everyone you had come with was now dead, and you were the only one left. "Who knew when we put those tire spikes out on the road, it would bring me a pretty thing like you."

Did they do this on purpose?

Hearing his words only lit a fire inside of you, this obviously wasn't their first time, but you would try to make it the last. You needed to get out of here and find the police or something.

You vaguely remember passing a sheriff's office down in the town.

While Bo was busy taunting you and holding your arms against the wall tightly, you managed to get your knee up between the two of you and kick him straight in the stomach.

Watching him get knocked away, you screamed as you threw all your body weight at him like you had seen your friends do while playing football.

"Damn, you're strong for a little thing." He groans as you pick up the lamp from the corner table and hit him with it before shakily getting up and running for the door.

There was no time to look back; the ones who turned to look behind them were always the ones who died in the movies.

Getting to the town, you immediately began to scream for help, knowing Bo probably wasn't too far behind. Smacking your hands on windows and doors, you caused a hell of a scene.

But nothing happened.

Time seemed to stand still once you realized that something wasn't quite right with the town, the same woman had pulled back her curtains twice now, and yet her face hadn't changed.

"What the fuck" You whispered before hearing footsteps thudding and knowing your time was nearly up.

Seeing a small sheriff's office, you quickly ran towards it. "Help me, please. My friends have been killed!" You pleaded, grabbing onto the uniformed man in the room.

At the strength of your grasp, the man toppled to the ground shattering as a scream was pulled from you. Turning, you glanced around the room and noticed that neither of the other people was moving.

Wax, they were all made from wax.

"Beautiful, ain't it" You gasped as Bo's voice rang out at the door. Jumping over the wax sheriff, you tried to run out the back of the building, but a heavy force sent you to the ground.

You were quickly flipped onto your back as Bo loomed over you. Reaching up to one of the wax statues, he pulled the cuffs off its belt and forced you into them.

Holding your cuffed hands above your head Bo started roaming his hands over your body before biting your neck harshly. Freezing, it suddenly occurred to you that Bo might want you for something else.

"Get your hands off me," You yelled, trying to fight against the hands that moved over your body, tearing the buttons from your shirt as the man, with an unusual gentleness to take stock of your body.

"The police will come looking for us. People will realize that we're missing, and then you'll be the one in the handcuffs." The words from your lips tasted untrue to your ears, but you had to resist.

If nothing else, you had to keep your fighting spirit.

Bo gave a seemed to be a genuine laugh instead of the smirk you had seen. He brushed his hand against your sore cheek as you tried to turn to bite it. "Aw, baby. Don't threaten me with a good time."

Pulling your body up over his shoulder with ease, all you could do was scream as he unlocked the door to the garage and began his descent down the stairs to the basement.

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