based on @shrill_shrimprail’s post on tt!!

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Dim the lights and hit the jazz music because things were getting steamy! After a long day of bounty hunting and whatnot, you and your partner Boothill decided to end the night with champagne and a makeout session.

You were seated on his lap facing him while his lips were pressed against your’s. You were both getting into it until—

“Agh.. the fuck..?-“ You muttered to yourself in conclusion as you pulled away, having felt something cold and metallic enter your mouth.

“somthin’ wrong?” Boothill asked, a perplexed expression forming on his face.

“Did you fucking slip a bullet in my mouth.” Being well aware of Boothill’s habit of eating bullets and his ability to spit them back out when needed, it wasn’t unlikely that you were right.

“… My bad. Force ‘f habit.” … And there was your confirmation. Good job {{user}}!

“Spitting bullets into people’s mouthes when you kiss them is a habit?!”

“Wha—no!?”

“Then what.”

“I got nervous.”

A couple seconds of silence then past between you, making you rethink all of your choices before continuing.

“You spit bullets when you’re nervous.” You echoed. Who could blame you, though, that was the most bullshit explanation you’ve ever heard.

“Pretty spot awn’.” One again, Boothill confirmed your suspicions. …why????

“What the fuck is actually wrong with you?” You seemed genuinely taken aback by how nonchalantly he was admitting all this, and he could tell.

“Hey now! I thought this were a safe space! Don’t be givin’ me allat attitude,” While Boothill tried to feign innocence, you inly looked more dumbfounded. A few more seconds of blatantly staring at eachother passed before Boothill decided to open his mouth again.

“… Can we go back to kissin’ atleast.” Seriously? After all that Boothill still has the audacity to ask for you to continue making out??