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if boothill is in the saber and archer event quest iâll come back to writing
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if boothill is in the saber and archer event quest iâll come back to writing
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$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 weâre breaking up
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âkawa wbere have u beenâ bending anaxa over in 10 different positions in my head stay out of my business
#i was gonna come back#to phainon and anaxa post#but then the Tragedy happened . . .#maybe ill come back#mooties i miss u guys ;(#HAUNTING
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#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 weâre breaking up
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amphoreus will return me to this app
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#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 weâre breaking up
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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 weâre breaking up
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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 â¤ď¸
Touch ft. Boothill

Sensitive ft. Boothill

Idk if I manage to captured the scene accurate but I hope you love itâ¤ď¸
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.
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im so glad my vision was seen
â TOUCH. ft BOOTHILL.
â â yearning for sensations long forgotten behind cool steel and blue blood.
â OR
â â you two can get along every once in a while.
â ď¸ mechanic!reader, rev comfort, boothill is a bit of a yearner, can you guys just fucking kiss already. gn reader wc 1.5k.
âyouâre less obnoxious than usual,â
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.
âyou sick or something?â
the cyborg keeps his gaze down, watching the careful and precise movements of your hands, actions long practiced and refined.Â
it's a little surprising when a flirt or some quick quip doesn't follow your commentâ only a small huff of air through his nose as boothill leans further back onto his palms.
ânah. i'm fit as a fiddle.â
you spare a glance up, right eyebrow raising just a tad. you donât believe him, and boothillâs too clocked out to notice your distrust.
though you donât commentâ not until the cavity in his stomach is closed up and all his pieces are back in place.
âthat should be better,â you wipe the oil off your hands with an old rag hung from one of your belt loops. âhow's that scratch healing up?â
boothill again is pulled from his thoughts by your voice, cybernetic hand subconsciously moving to the mostly scabbed and healed over cut on his jawâ the one you patched and gave him an earful for getting in the first place.
ââs fine,â he runs his fingers over it as if he could feel the roughened skin. they linger over it just a little too long. âbarely there anymore. we all done here?â
it's another comment that leaves you with a weird feeling in your gutâ 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 donât know exactly what heâs 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 couldnât even feel was driving him? did you know that heâd had his teeth grit since stepping one boot into your shopâ the shop that he was only able to enter after giving himself a firm slap to his own forehead?
âwhat's with you?â
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 doesnât seem too keen on lifting.Â
âwhatâs that sâposed tâmean?'' boothill doesnât bother looking up, as expected.
âyou look like a kicked dog.âÂ
boothill scoffs. âainât no sugar coatinâ it with you, is there?âÂ
âcmon,â you sigh, unfolding your arms to place them down on your table, caging either side of the cyborgâs hips. you give a slight lean forward as you put your weight down on them, and once more boothillâs caught between pushing you away or grabbing your shirt and pulling you closer.Â
âtalk to me, itâs weird seeing you all quiet.â
âainât you the one always tellinâ me to shut up?â
âboothill.â
he tilted his head back with a quiet groan, steel thumb rubbing at one of his temples. it's embarrassing, really, what heâs so hung up about.Â
his thoughts drift to your hands on either side of him, that although calloused and stained with oil youâll never be able to quite fully get out from under your fingernails, are still soft. human. not exactly delicate but notâŚclunky. or heavy.
heâs never really been one for vulnerability. where would he even begin? heâd hardened his interior to match the abrupt loss of his fleshy exterior. he didnât feel he had a choice to do otherwise. now heâs left with the hyper awareness of just how bulky and inelegant he isâ itâs not who he was before, not what he had. it never will be.Â
ââŚjust missinâ the way i used to be, i sâpose. i dunno.â
his eyes still dodge yours, pulling the brim of his hat down to block out your face from his peripherals.Â
âjustâŚforgettinâ things. how things feel against my fingers ân whatnot.â 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 youâre about to laugh in his face for the little bit of himself heâd just bared to you.
ânot that iâm moppinâ about it or nothinâ,â he quickly tries to save with a clear of his throat. âi mean, this olâ hunkâa metal come in handy now and again, donât it?â boothill straightens up a little bit, voice evening out.Â
heâs still waiting for you to say something. literally anythingâ 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.Â
âŚhuh?
he feels frozen. your hand is so warm, itâs making his head feel fuzzy. itâs 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 youâre touching begin to warm as well. his eyes are locked with yours now, slightly wide and filled with uncertainty. he silently prays his cheeks arenât blue.
âyou can still feel here, right?â your question is soâŚinnocent. itâs as if itâs the most simple thing in the world. your thumb slowly smoothing over his cheekbone is enough to make him feel utterly weak.
ââŚyeah. yeah, i can.â
heâs daring enough to put his hand overtop yours, keeping it in place. you smile slightly at thatâ not a teasing grin like usual, but a genuine one.
âyou know,â your other hand brushes his bangs out of his eyes. boothillâs never been touched like this before, like heâs fragile.
âyou donât have to hide stuff from me.â right now, your voice is the most comforting thing heâs ever heard. he's blankingâ youâre 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 soâŚgrounding. itâs almost foreign, a sensation long forgotten behind layers of metal and code.
âi ainât hiding things from ya, sugar plum.â
âquit it with that, okay?âÂ
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.
âi know you. probably more than you think.â you tilt the brim of his hat up gently, keeping it out of the way. itâs true, no oneâs ever seen him in the ways that you have. comfortable, a little smitten, on and off malfunctioning.
âi donât like seeing you upset,â boothillâs circuits stutter once your forehead rested against his. âso just talk to me next time.â
itâs not a request, but itâs not a demand either. perhaps âinvitationâ is a more fitting term.
âcan weâŚâ boothill clears his throat softly again, fingers lightly tightening around your hand. âdo you reckon we can stay like this for a lilâ while then?âÂ
you nod.
âokay.â
you pull him a little closer, enough to place your cheek against his and give it a gentle nuzzle.
youâre warm. youâre soft. you smell good, feel good. he doesnât want to let go.
one of boothill's arms snakes carefully around your waist, and slowly your chest is pulled flush against his while youâre 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.
âyou feel nice,â boothill says quietly, voice a bit rough. the rasp is endearing as always. âreal nice, sugar.â
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 soothingâ 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.
âthank ya.â boothill's voice is nothing above a whisper. âbeen a while sinceâŚyâknow.âÂ
you nod slowly, fingers idly twirling a piece of hair that hangs over his ear.
âyouâre sweet when you wanna be.â you canât help but tease him just a little.
âcmon now, iâm always sweet for you, ainât i?â and he canât help but throw a flirt back.
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im actually sick to my stomach nobody speak to me ever again
#LOOKH H HAT. HSI FFFAACCCEEEEEEE#UURHRHFNH H GGFHHHHBGGRRAAAGGHH#sunday#sunday.#SUNDAY..#i dont even fw him#who cares#HAUNTING
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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 đââď¸ 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 fullâŚ. godâŚâŚ.. 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 iâll be happily reading whateva you write on this page because youâre so very talented!! peace and love đ¤
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 iâm hoping to write some more soon iâve just been so non star rail brain between homicipher and arcane TT
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well gosh darn heâs 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
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guys please i need to be autistic please
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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