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[k9wa]

if boothill is in the saber and archer event quest i’ll come back to writing

[k9wa]

if boothill is in the saber and archer event quest i’ll come back to writing

[k9wa]

$150 for e0 s1 btw it all went quite wrong

let it be known that big bitch boothill is dead to me 2 banners e3 s1 hard pity every time and not ONEEEE FIFTY FIFTY WON im ripping his wires out and throwing him in the pond we’re breaking up

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“kawa wbere have u been” bending anaxa over in 10 different positions in my head stay out of my business

[k9wa]

#nevermindipulledtribbie #illjustwhale #whatcouldgowrong

let it be known that big bitch boothill is dead to me 2 banners e3 s1 hard pity every time and not ONEEEE FIFTY FIFTY WON im ripping his wires out and throwing him in the pond we’re breaking up

[k9wa]

amphoreus will return me to this app

[k9wa]

#itsokayifullyprefarmedmydeitoday #guaranteed

let it be known that big bitch boothill is dead to me 2 banners e3 s1 hard pity every time and not ONEEEE FIFTY FIFTY WON im ripping his wires out and throwing him in the pond we’re breaking up

[k9wa]

let it be known that big bitch boothill is dead to me 2 banners e3 s1 hard pity every time and not ONEEEE FIFTY FIFTY WON im ripping his wires out and throwing him in the pond we’re breaking up

[k9wa]

Hey I really love your mechanic! Reader x Boothill, you have no idea how I was giggling and kicking my feet while reading all of it. Jdkskxkx

I drew some scene from the fic using my oc, I hope you'll love it ❤️

Touch ft. Boothill

Sensitive ft. Boothill

Idk if I manage to captured the scene accurate but I hope you love it❤️

And this is just a random sketch of mechanical reader/oc with Boothill inspired by your fic

I T WEAKIGNG OUYUTT WTWFWTWFWYFJGHAFA

THEYVALL LOOK SO GOOD IM OBSEEEEEEEESSED YEEES GAAAWDDD

im actually so happy w the first two bc i remember writing and trying to describe that position and being like nobody is gonna know what i mean this is terrible stupid stupid stupid but THERE IT IS !!!! ^_^

i will cherish these so much thank u for sharing u are familia to me.

[k9wa]

im so glad my vision was seen

⟁ TOUCH. ft BOOTHILL.

⠀ — yearning for sensations long forgotten behind cool steel and blue blood.

⠀ OR

⠀ — you two can get along every once in a while.

⚠︎ mechanic!reader, rev comfort, boothill is a bit of a yearner, can you guys just fucking kiss already. gn reader wc 1.5k.

“you’re less obnoxious than usual,”

your voice snaps boothill out of his daze, eyes blinking quickly as he re-registers your hands in his torso messing with a few wires.

“you sick or something?”

the cyborg keeps his gaze down, watching the careful and precise movements of your hands, actions long practiced and refined. 

it's a little surprising when a flirt or some quick quip doesn't follow your comment— only a small huff of air through his nose as boothill leans further back onto his palms.

“nah. i'm fit as a fiddle.”

you spare a glance up, right eyebrow raising just a tad. you don’t believe him, and boothill’s too clocked out to notice your distrust.

though you don’t comment– not until the cavity in his stomach is closed up and all his pieces are back in place.

“that should be better,” you wipe the oil off your hands with an old rag hung from one of your belt loops. “how's that scratch healing up?”

boothill again is pulled from his thoughts by your voice, cybernetic hand subconsciously moving to the mostly scabbed and healed over cut on his jaw— the one you patched and gave him an earful for getting in the first place.

“‘s fine,” he runs his fingers over it as if he could feel the roughened skin. they linger over it just a little too long. “barely there anymore. we all done here?”

it's another comment that leaves you with a weird feeling in your gut— he always hung around, dragged out his repairs longer than they needed to take just to spend more time with you. to mess with you, ruffle your feathers while you pretend you don’t know exactly what he’s doing. it's almost disappointing when he expresses his eagerness to leave. not to mention the lack of his usual vibrato or high energy is a tad unsettling.

he tries to sit up from your work bench, but your palm against his chest pushes him carefully back down and keeps him seated. unbeknownst to you, boothill actively chokes down the simultaneous urges to swat your hand away and clutch onto it. did you know how insane your touch that he couldn’t even feel was driving him? did you know that he’d had his teeth grit since stepping one boot into your shop— the shop that he was only able to enter after giving himself a firm slap to his own forehead?

“what's with you?”

you folded your arms over your chest, eyes focussed calculatingly on the cowboy sitting in front of you. though the brim of his hat covers a good portion of his face, and his head doesn’t seem too keen on lifting. 

“what’s that s’posed t’mean?'' boothill doesn’t bother looking up, as expected.

“you look like a kicked dog.” 

boothill scoffs. “ain’t no sugar coatin’ it with you, is there?” 

“cmon,” you sigh, unfolding your arms to place them down on your table, caging either side of the cyborg’s hips. you give a slight lean forward as you put your weight down on them, and once more boothill’s caught between pushing you away or grabbing your shirt and pulling you closer. 

“talk to me, it’s weird seeing you all quiet.”

“ain’t you the one always tellin’ me to shut up?”

“boothill.”

he tilted his head back with a quiet groan, steel thumb rubbing at one of his temples. it's embarrassing, really, what he’s so hung up about. 

his thoughts drift to your hands on either side of him, that although calloused and stained with oil you’ll never be able to quite fully get out from under your fingernails, are still soft. human. not exactly delicate but not…clunky. or heavy.

he’s never really been one for vulnerability. where would he even begin? he’d hardened his interior to match the abrupt loss of his fleshy exterior. he didn’t feel he had a choice to do otherwise. now he’s left with the hyper awareness of just how bulky and inelegant he is— it’s not who he was before, not what he had. it never will be. 

“…just missin’ the way i used to be, i s’pose. i dunno.”

his eyes still dodge yours, pulling the brim of his hat down to block out your face from his peripherals. 

“just…forgettin’ things. how things feel against my fingers ‘n whatnot.” his words are half murmured, hesitant behind his lips.

if boothill had a stomach, it would have tightened and churned at your lack of a response. now he just feels silly, like you’re about to laugh in his face for the little bit of himself he’d just bared to you.

“not that i’m moppin’ about it or nothin’,” he quickly tries to save with a clear of his throat. “i mean, this ol’ hunk’a metal come in handy now and again, don’t it?” boothill straightens up a little bit, voice evening out. 

he’s still waiting for you to say something. literally anything— to give a half assed acknowledgement and let him go or call him an idiot. he eagerly awaits for you to just get either over with.

but rather than option a, or b, or even c to z, what he receives is your hand on his cheek, guiding his head to look back forward at you. 

…huh?

he feels frozen. your hand is so warm, it’s making his head feel fuzzy. it’s different than the occasional touch to his face from you, one to tilt his head up so you can see his neck or a lift of his eyelid to check on his eye.

it stays in place, long enough to make the area of his face you’re touching begin to warm as well. his eyes are locked with yours now, slightly wide and filled with uncertainty. he silently prays his cheeks aren’t blue.

“you can still feel here, right?” your question is so…innocent. it’s as if it’s the most simple thing in the world. your thumb slowly smoothing over his cheekbone is enough to make him feel utterly weak.

“…yeah. yeah, i can.”

he’s daring enough to put his hand overtop yours, keeping it in place. you smile slightly at that— not a teasing grin like usual, but a genuine one.

“you know,” your other hand brushes his bangs out of his eyes. boothill’s never been touched like this before, like he’s fragile.

“you don’t have to hide stuff from me.” right now, your voice is the most comforting thing he’s ever heard. he's blanking– you’re the only thing filling his senses. the smell of oil mixed with your body wash, the way you look at him as you speak, every part of it is so…grounding. it’s almost foreign, a sensation long forgotten behind layers of metal and code.

“i ain’t hiding things from ya, sugar plum.”

“quit it with that, okay?” 

your brows furrow lightly as you lean dangerously close. boothill can feel your slow, calm breaths fanning his upper lip. he resists the urge to gulp.

“i know you. probably more than you think.” you tilt the brim of his hat up gently, keeping it out of the way. it’s true, no one’s ever seen him in the ways that you have. comfortable, a little smitten, on and off malfunctioning.

“i don’t like seeing you upset,” boothill’s circuits stutter once your forehead rested against his. “so just talk to me next time.”

it’s not a request, but it’s not a demand either. perhaps “invitation” is a more fitting term.

“can we…” boothill clears his throat softly again, fingers lightly tightening around your hand. “do you reckon we can stay like this for a lil’ while then?” 

you nod.

“okay.”

you pull him a little closer, enough to place your cheek against his and give it a gentle nuzzle.

you’re warm. you’re soft. you smell good, feel good. he doesn’t want to let go.

one of boothill's arms snakes carefully around your waist, and slowly your chest is pulled flush against his while you’re stood between his legs. his face finds itself comfortably hidden in the crook of your neck, all while your thumb gently tracing the shell of his ear is enough to have him purring like a cat.

“you feel nice,” boothill says quietly, voice a bit rough. the rasp is endearing as always. “real nice, sugar.”

neither of you are sure how long you stay there, nor does boothill know when his hand began clutching your shirt as if he was afraid you would pull away. but the gentle whirl and hum of his internals are oddly soothing– like a built in white noise machine that puts your mind at ease.

boothill could have sat there forever, really. nudging his nose against the smooth skin of your neck and gripping tightly at what little physical feeling he had left.

you silently ponder kissing his temple, boothill silently ponders kissing your cheek. neither of you act.

“thank ya.” boothill's voice is nothing above a whisper. “been a while since…y’know.” 

you nod slowly, fingers idly twirling a piece of hair that hangs over his ear.

“you’re sweet when you wanna be.” you can’t help but tease him just a little.

“cmon now, i’m always sweet for you, ain’t i?” and he can’t help but throw a flirt back.

⠀ MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

[k9wa]

im actually sick to my stomach nobody speak to me ever again

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do i wanna write angst because i like angst or do i just like men crying

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hey kawaaa 🙂‍↕️ just wanted to drop in and say ur boothill and mechanic!reader works genuinely have me giggling kicking my feet reading them you just. write him so well im. a little bit insane <3 i just need em to kiss already so bad.. brain is so full…. god…….. begging for the tension to be cut.. i guess this could be taken as a request if u wanted to write it but if not just know that i’ll be happily reading whateva you write on this page because you’re so very talented!! peace and love 🤞

on gosh i answered this in my head HI MOOTIEE

they will maybe kiss eventually but i do enjoy edging my consumers a little bit ^_^ patience is a virtue.

i am so glad u like them tho :3 i’m hoping to write some more soon i’ve just been so non star rail brain between homicipher and arcane TT

[k9wa]

well gosh darn he’s got me convinced!

what terrible propaganda is he spreading with that microphone

he is imploring us to give him our first born children via blood sacrifice in the name of ena

[k9wa]

guys please i need to be autistic please

do i have homicipher oomfs

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do i have homicipher oomfs

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terrible start to my day thank you kei

I love you, Boothill

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