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Boothill never usually sleeps, or is able to for that matter. But for some reason, tonight, with your presence beside him, lulled him to temporarily shut down and sleep. Unfortunately that pleasure didn’t last for very long, for Boothill’s sensors picked up on something beside him. His eyes slowly fluttered open, groggily looking over to see your sleeping form turned away from him.
“It’s just [[Name]]… Nuthin’ bad, muddle-fudging sensors…” Boothill thought internally, slowly moving closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling close to his metallic body. He decided to wave off the pick-up of his sensors and try to doze back off, but then he realized it wasn’t you, it was something attached to you that his sensors were freaking out over.
The cyborg let go of you and slowly sat up in the bed, his eyes scanning over your form to try and find any goodies that might’ve been planted on you in the night. But he didn’t find anything bad, you looked perfectly fine. He let out a small growl of frustration at not finding anything, cursing his sensors in his mind. Just to make sure, he did another look over your body, but this time he actually did find something. It was nothing bad or dangerous, clearly because Boothill’s eyes softened at the sight. Unfortunately though, Boothill would have to do his least favourite thing to you in order to let you know; he would have to wake up your peaceful form.
The man internally apologized to you before reaching over once more, placing a hand on your pretty waist and gently shaking your body. “Ey, love?”
He heard you let out a low groan at the shaking, a small but tired grin crossing his lips. So he continued to lightly shake you and speak. “Sugar, baby… Ya seem to have parted the Red Sea in between yer pretty lil’ thighs…”
Your sleepy mind didn’t seem to process what your boyfriend said for a while, but when it did, your body shot up like a rocket and immediately sat up to examine the stain on your clothes and the sheets, worry and panic very evident in your movements.
The sudden move from your sleepy body took Boothill by surprise, causing him to let out a quiet yelp of surprise. His hands instinctively took yours, calming you down a little bit. “Hey, calm down! It’s nuthin’ horrific. Just a bit of blood, it’s not like ya haven’t bled before.”
Boothill chuckled lightly, seeing your panicked expression in the dark was just adorable to him. “Why don’tcha fix yerself up with sum’ new shorts and panties, hm? I’ll change the bedsheets and you’ll put one of yer thingies in.”
You paused, looking at him with a bit of relief that he wasn’t mad or anything, which was the last thing you expected from Boothill. Also… what thingies? You tried to use every spinning hamster in your sleepy brain to try and process what he said, and when it did, you let out a small sigh at his lack of understanding.
Those ‘thingies’ he was talking about were tampons or pads. The poor guy wasn’t too educated in this field, but he tried his best to make you feel better through it at least.
“Yeah… I’ll go do that.” You responded quietly, not realizing how raspy your voice was as you slowly crawled out of the bed and grabbed fresh clothes to bring into the bathroom with you.
God, Boothill was smitten with you. Even if you were tired as hell and on your… period thing… you were still just as sexy and he loved every bit of you.
He smirked lovingly, moving to lie on his side as he watched you pick out some new clothes from the dresser drawer. He lifted his head a bit to talk and gently called out to you, speaking at a volume that’s prominent but also still quiet for your adjusting ears. “Make sure ya pick out sum’ cute ones, ‘kay sweetheart?”
You sighed softly at the teasing from the cyborg, trying to hide the small blush and smile as best as you could from him. Once you were done picking, you closed the drawer with your foot and stood up. You were going to head to the bathroom to change immediately but instead your eyes drifted to look at Boothill on the bed, who looked like an adorable puppy waiting for his treat. Of course… The man wanted to see the new underwear you picked. The little weirdo.
You let out a sigh and reluctantly lifted your arm to show him the pair you picked, in which he approved of almost immediately and started nodding with a smirk. If he had a tail, it would most definitely be wagging.
“Love those ones.” Boothill muttered under his breath as he watched you walk into the bathroom.
When you closed the door behind you, he felt almost… colder. He let out a deep hum and pulled the bedsheets further on top of him, covering his metallic chest, but no difference. The cyborg let out a small growl at the loss of warmth and stared at the door with yearning and love, counting every second until the door reopened. You were the only one to make him feel ever so much hotter… quite literally. You once made him overheat so bad he had to have it get checked up.
Boothill was so caught up in reminiscing about your pretty face that he didn’t even notice that you stepped out of the bathroom.
“Didn’t you say you were going to change the sheets?” You mumbled out tiredly, holding your bloody clothes in your hands.
Well that definitely snapped Boothill out of his trance. He blinked and looked over to you, his eyes wide as if he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Oh shirt, yer right… Sorry, baby… Yer pretty lil face was too distracting that I forgot.”
Boothill started to crawl out of the bed and pull all of the sheets off the bed, taking the stained one in his arms and starting to walk to the laundry room to put it in the wash.
“Can you take these as well? I can put new sheets on while you do that.” You spoke up softly, stopping his walk by grabbing onto his pyjama pants and gently passed him your bloody underwear and shorts.
“Yeah of course, baby girl.” Boothill murmured with a smile, pressing a kiss to your head as he took your clothes gently. He took the stained fabrics to the laundry room, where he sprayed some stain remover on the blood before soaking your clothes in a bucket of water and throwing the sheets into the washing machine. The cowboy hummed a small tune as he turned the washing machine on, and when he did, he started to move out of the room, closing the door behind him to limit the noise it emitted.
When he came back into the bedroom, he saw that new sheets were put on the bed and you were already crawling back into the sheets. Boothill smiled and crawled in beside you, pulling the sheets over top of you and spooning you from behind.
“Ay, y’know what? I’ll personally make yer tomorrow morning the best morning ye could ever have.” Boothill muttered into your ear before pressing a kiss to your neck. “I’ll make ya breakfast, we could go shoppin’, if ya want a massage I could give one… anythin’ you want, honey, I’ll get it for you.”
You hummed softly in response, a small smile on your face as you started to drift back asleep in your boyfriend’s arms.
“I’ll watch yer pretty little head for the rest of the night. Nothin’ll get to my darling…” The cyborg smiled, giving you one last kiss on your cheek before nuzzling his face into your beautiful hair and closing his eyes as well