Criminal Run - Boothill x Female Reader (Honkai Star Rail)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 7 - 𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖊

In your hotel room, you and Boothill decided to spend time together. An idea popped up into your head: making delicious chocolate chip cookies!

"Chocolate cookies, huh? You also work in the Bakery Business department or somethin'?" he folded his arms as you grabbed chocolate chips from the fridge.

"Actually, that's something I'd be interested in," you said. "Would you join the IPC if they had a Shooting Range Department?"

"Hell yeah, why would I decline the offer? It's the IPC, after all."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Nah, I'm just messin' with ya." You rolled your eyes, smiling.

Soon enough, all of the ingredients were laid across the table. You and Boothill mixed and added the contents in a bowl. Eventually it developed into a dough. All you needed was chocolate chips.

Behind your back, he snuck a handful of chocolate chips into his mouth. Hearing crunching noises, you turned around and smacked him with the spatula handle.

"Hey, save some for the dough!"

"Nah." He snatched the chip bag held it up high so you couldn't reach it. "These chocolate chips are all mine."

"No fair! You're ruining the fun!" You launched onto his back, and he almost tipped over from the sudden force.

"Can't get this, can ya?" He taunted you with a mischievous expression.

"Give it back, or I'm going to keep all the cookies to myself, and you're not getting a single bite or crumb!"

"Oh, I'm shakin' in my boots. You think you can take on the mighty cowboy?"

"Yeah, with your haughty ego that can dissolve in the snap of a finger."

He chuckled. "Then I'll hand it to ya, if you can do me one favor."

You stood with your hand on your hips. "Which is?"

"Kissin' me." His lips collided with yours, and you almost stumbled from the sudden force. He his arm caught you, so you didn't fall.
His lips felt just as soft as the dough, and who's to say you can't eat cookie dough?

"Now, hand over the bag, mister," you grinned. I really should buy more bags of chocolate chips so he can steal them, and in return I get kisses, hehe...

"Fine." He gave you the bag, and you poured the chips into the dough. Soon enough, the cookie dough was ready!

But for the next step, Boothill was in a fog.
"Why are you slidin' that into the fridge? We're not bakin' it?"

"Silly, if you don't chill the dough, it'll become one large flat cookie out of the oven. Or do you want it that way?"

"It'd still taste fine," he grinned. "So you chill the dough, pop it into the oven, and it comes out in those little shapes?"

"Yeah. It won't spread as much when refrigerated. At least one hour will do," you shut the fridge door.

While the cookie dough chilled, you and Boothill hopped on the couch and watched your favorite TV show.

You excitedly pressed play on the remote and turned to him. "Trust me, this show is so good!"

"I'll bet on it," he chuckled at your enthusiasm. Although the show was enjoyable and engaging, there was more kissing than watching.