BOOTHILL LOL (sorry if it's bad I tried it's my first Pov lolololol) You and Boothill were definitely never what you call ‘friends’. You always dreaded going on missions with him, yet this time, it was different. The setting was midnight, you were finally done with your missions for the day. You're exhausted. Making your way to your room, you see something, or weather, someone. A cyborg, standing in the hall, right in front of your room. His hat tipped down; it was too dark in the hallway for you to see his face. “Fudge, you finally show up. Beginnin’ to think you're a no-show” he chuckled “as ‘always”. You sighed, dreading conversation with him. “And why are you in front of my room? Thought that the cowboy would be out at a bar, or maybe getting an oil change?” you joked. Boothill laughed, “You really never change, do you? Well for now I don’t got no other intentions, the big boss wanted me to tell you we gotta work together. Make sure you wake up early darlin’, I’ll wait, just not for long.” You hated that nickname he gave you; it was that or sugar. Both are weird to you, one more bearable than the other. “Yea, yea. Now move fudgehead” you mocked. (Time skip lol)
You heard a knock on your door, “Darlin’, time to get up. That job not gonna wait for us now, is it?” You dragged yourself out of bed, putting on your *clothes of choice (and shoes) * and walked out the door. “Fudge..., you really changed up that style of yours, didn’t you? Well, no time to waste let's move Darlin’.” Something about that last word he said had a reaction in you, not sure what, yet you shook it off like nothing. You can’t let yourself fall now. You can’t, you won’t… Right? Teeny tiny time skip Making your way to the designed spot, a desert with a scorching hot sun, the place was oddly quiet. Wind brushed your neck, carrying the scent of gunpowder, you looked around for the source. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your head, pushing you down into the sand below. “Fudge, get down!” You heard Boothill yell. Sudden gunshots all around you, most of them missing their target. A sudden pain in your leg, making you yell out “FUCK!”. “Fudge, what is it now?’’ Boothill said still focused on shooting the enemy, soon sparring a quick glance at you. “Shhh- Shirt.” Boothill grabbed you by your waist, backing up but still shooting the enemy, finally getting the last one. When he put his gun away you now had his full attention, he pulled bandages out of his pocket with first aid spray. (Don't ask me why he had that). Dressing your wound properly, it wasn’t deep, but he didn't want to take any chances. Carrying you back to your apartment after he was done, you blacked out somewhere on the way back. “You're alright now, darlin, your back home” When you came to, Boothill was nowhere to be found. You found a note on your dresser, it read “Hey Darlin, sorry ‘bout the wound, by the way this was printed out and used voice to text I can't write all that well y’know? Anyway, come to #### bar on *today’s date” at midnight, I wanna make tis’ up you Darlin, despite how you may think I am, I promise I’m a good person or well, a cyborg. Inaudible…. Anyway, your wound shoulda heal by now so hope you can make this.'' The note was signed with a really bad drawing of himself in chibi form. The drawing made you laugh to yourself, deciding on whether to go or not. Time skip You had decided to go, your clothes were *Clothes of choice and shoes (i just don't know what to put lmao) * When you were ready you headed out the door, making your way to the bar. You saw Boothill sipping a drink with unknown contents, you walked up to him saying “Just how are you going to make this up to me hm?” “Well fudge me, you actually showed Darlin!” you could tell he was a little tipsy, but still himself. “I figured I could grab you a drink or two y’know? Saw you here one or three times when I was pass’n by.” You couldn’t deny it, he was right. “Well if you insist, I won’t stop you.” . . . “FUDGE, Darlin’ at this rate you're gonna run my credits dry?!” You were on your 9th glass, definitely past being sober. “Boooooooottttttyyhillllllllllllll *hic* you said you would *hic* buy me some...” you had said, not knowing how much you already drank. “Some? Darlin’ some was like... 5 glasses ago... Alright I’m not getting you anymore Darlin’, you gotta pay for that yerself, or you could offer me somethin’’ I might just agree to right ‘bout now Darlin’ You knew exactly what he meant. Trying to stand, you walked over to him and tumbled right into his metal chest. “Woah Dear, didn’t know you were so forward while yer drunk” He chuckled. God, you hated him, or at least, you thought you did. Your head was denying the feelings in your heart. With the confidence of the alcohol, you were definitely more forward, you pushed your faces together. Well, this was something Boothill wasn’t expecting, he didn’t even have to make the first move here! “Slow down Darlin’ you might just do somethin’ you’ll regret...” You didn’t care, not right now at least. But that's for your future, you needed him, you didn't know what started it, I guess you just have a thing for asshole cowboys. Kissing him again, he pulled away “You know what Darlin’? If yer sure you wanna do this we can’t do it in the middle of a bar, at least in an alleyway?” you guys paid your tab and left, heading to the nearest alleyway. Not the most ideal place for these activities, still, it offered more privacy than the bar. You started working your hands through his hair while he kissed your neck. You're pretty sure he left a mark, his tongue making you whimper slightly. . . He chuckled . Feelin’ good partner?
Ayo, meme pov? Alright, imma write. _____________________________ "Feeling.. good, partner?" He said, looking down at your dead body that was ran over by a car. There was no response from you, as you layed there coldly on the pool of your own blood. Boothill could only stand there and stare at you, unable to even have the courage to ask for help. This was the third time he has done this week. ... As you both were crossing the road, a car was running straight towards the both of you. Frightened, Boothill pushes you towards the car to safe himself cuz he's a pussy, resulting in your death. ... "Ya.. doin' alright?" He asked once again. And once again, no answer from you. "Meh, I'mma go get a beer." He scoffed, turning around and walking away as your dead body gets mauled by rats. _____________________________ I know I went a little too overboard with this, I kinda think it's sweet and wholesome tho :3
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BOOTHILL LOL
(sorry if it's bad I tried it's my first Pov lolololol)
You and Boothill were definitely never what you call ‘friends’. You always dreaded going on missions with him, yet this time, it was different.
The setting was midnight, you were finally done with your missions for the day. You're exhausted. Making your way to your room, you see something, or weather, someone. A cyborg, standing in the hall, right in front of your room.
His hat tipped down; it was too dark in the hallway for you to see his face. “Fudge, you finally show up. Beginnin’ to think you're a no-show” he chuckled “as ‘always”.
You sighed, dreading conversation with him. “And why are you in front of my room? Thought that the cowboy would be out at a bar, or maybe getting an oil change?” you joked. Boothill laughed, “You really never change, do you? Well for now I don’t got no other intentions, the big boss wanted me to tell you we gotta work together. Make sure you wake up early darlin’, I’ll wait, just not for long.” You hated that nickname he gave you; it was that or sugar. Both are weird to you, one more bearable than the other. “Yea, yea. Now move fudgehead” you mocked.
(Time skip lol)
You heard a knock on your door, “Darlin’, time to get up. That job not gonna wait for us now, is it?” You dragged yourself out of bed, putting on your *clothes of choice (and shoes) * and walked out the door. “Fudge..., you really changed up that style of yours, didn’t you? Well, no time to waste let's move Darlin’.” Something about that last word he said had a reaction in you, not sure what, yet you shook it off like nothing. You can’t let yourself fall now. You can’t, you won’t… Right?
Teeny tiny time skip
Making your way to the designed spot, a desert with a scorching hot sun, the place was oddly quiet. Wind brushed your neck, carrying the scent of gunpowder, you looked around for the source. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your head, pushing you down into the sand below. “Fudge, get down!” You heard Boothill yell. Sudden gunshots all around you, most of them missing their target. A sudden pain in your leg, making you yell out “FUCK!”. “Fudge, what is it now?’’ Boothill said still focused on shooting the enemy, soon sparring a quick glance at you. “Shhh- Shirt.” Boothill grabbed you by your waist, backing up but still shooting the enemy, finally getting the last one. When he put his gun away you now had his full attention, he pulled bandages out of his pocket with first aid spray. (Don't ask me why he had that). Dressing your wound properly, it wasn’t deep, but he didn't want to take any chances. Carrying you back to your apartment after he was done, you blacked out somewhere on the way back.
“You're alright now, darlin, your back home”
When you came to, Boothill was nowhere to be found. You found a note on your dresser, it read “Hey Darlin, sorry ‘bout the wound, by the way this was printed out and used voice to text I can't write all that well y’know? Anyway, come to #### bar on *today’s date” at midnight, I wanna make tis’ up you Darlin, despite how you may think I am, I promise I’m a good person or well, a cyborg. Inaudible…. Anyway, your wound shoulda heal by now so hope you can make this.'' The note was signed with a really bad drawing of himself in chibi form. The drawing made you laugh to yourself, deciding on whether to go or not.
Time skip
You had decided to go, your clothes were *Clothes of choice and shoes (i just don't know what to put lmao) * When you were ready you headed out the door, making your way to the bar. You saw Boothill sipping a drink with unknown contents, you walked up to him saying “Just how are you going to make this up to me hm?” “Well fudge me, you actually showed Darlin!” you could tell he was a little tipsy, but still himself. “I figured I could grab you a drink or two y’know? Saw you here one or three times when I was pass’n by.” You couldn’t deny it, he was right. “Well if you insist, I won’t stop you.”
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“FUDGE, Darlin’ at this rate you're gonna run my credits dry?!” You were on your 9th glass, definitely past being sober. “Boooooooottttttyyhillllllllllllll *hic* you said you would *hic* buy me some...” you had said, not knowing how much you already drank. “Some? Darlin’ some was like... 5 glasses ago... Alright I’m not getting you anymore Darlin’, you gotta pay for that yerself, or you could offer me somethin’’ I might just agree to right ‘bout now Darlin’ You knew exactly what he meant. Trying to stand, you walked over to him and tumbled right into his metal chest. “Woah Dear, didn’t know you were so forward while yer drunk” He chuckled. God, you hated him, or at least, you thought you did. Your head was denying the feelings in your heart. With the confidence of the alcohol, you were definitely more forward, you pushed your faces together. Well, this was something Boothill wasn’t expecting, he didn’t even have to make the first move here! “Slow down Darlin’ you might just do somethin’ you’ll regret...” You didn’t care, not right now at least. But that's for your future, you needed him, you didn't know what started it, I guess you just have a thing for asshole cowboys. Kissing him again, he pulled away “You know what Darlin’? If yer sure you wanna do this we can’t do it in the middle of a bar, at least in an alleyway?” you guys paid your tab and left, heading to the nearest alleyway. Not the most ideal place for these activities, still, it offered more privacy than the bar. You started working your hands through his hair while he kissed your neck. You're pretty sure he left a mark, his tongue making you whimper slightly.
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He chuckled
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Feelin’ good partner?
Yk what they say guys.. Save a horse..
(I WONT FINISH IT (YET))
RIDE A COWBOY
HOLEY MOLEY. I ALREADY SEE THIS PLAYLIST IS GOING TO BE A MASTERPIECE 🗣️🗣️
WE STAN AlZIKI‼️🗣️‼️
Ayo, meme pov? Alright, imma write.
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"Feeling.. good, partner?" He said, looking down at your dead body that was ran over by a car.
There was no response from you, as you layed there coldly on the pool of your own blood.
Boothill could only stand there and stare at you, unable to even have the courage to ask for help.
This was the third time he has done this week.
...
As you both were crossing the road, a car was running straight towards the both of you. Frightened, Boothill pushes you towards the car to safe himself cuz he's a pussy, resulting in your death.
...
"Ya.. doin' alright?" He asked once again. And once again, no answer from you.
"Meh, I'mma go get a beer." He scoffed, turning around and walking away as your dead body gets mauled by rats.
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I know I went a little too overboard with this, I kinda think it's sweet and wholesome tho :3
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