may I request Boothill helping gn reader through a nightmare? thank you!
OMG, this is so cute! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+
The sudden, violent jerk of your body is what wakes him.
Boothill doesn’t sleep the way organic humans do, but he rests—hovering in a light, defensive drift right beside you. The moment your breathing fractures into sharp, terrified gasps, his cybernetic eyes click open, Whirring faintly as they adjust to the dark room.
"Hey, hey. Whoa there, darlin'," his voice comes out as a low, gravelly rumble, completely stripped of its usual loud bravado.
You are trembling, trapped in the fading aftershocks of a nightmare. Before you can spiral, a heavy, metallic hand gently cups the side of your face. His thumb, though made of cold synthetic chrome, strokes your cheek with surprising tenderness. He moves deliberately, letting the solid weight of his cybernetic body ground you.
"Look at me, sweetheart. Just look right here," he murmurs, leaning down so his eyes are all you can see. "You're out of it. You're safe in bed with me. Ain't notch-headed monsters or past ghosts gettin' anywhere near you tonight. I got the perimeter locked down tight."
He shifts closer, pulling your shaking frame against his chest. It doesn't have a heartbeat, but the steady, rhythmic hum of his internal engine provides a comforting, predictable pulse. He wraps his long arms around you, burying his face into your hair.
"Squeeze me as tight as you need to. I ain't gonna break," he chuckles softly, his metallic chest vibrating against you. "Just breathe. In and out, nice and slow. I'm right here. I ain't goin' anywhere, you hear me? Not a chance."
He stays like that, holding you close and whispering soft, ridiculous space-ranger nonsense into the quiet room until your breathing finally levels out and sleep claims you again.
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