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❝ 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧'. ❞ | boothill.

boothill x fem!reader.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and boothill meet in a bar, and have a very nice chat (aka, you flirt like mad).

𝐜𝐰: SFW!! no use of y/n, alcohol consumption (it's a bar come on now), bar banter/flirting. (pathetic attempts at) funny haha humour, and ermm well inspired by old 1950s western films (my dad adores john wayne i cannot escape them HELP), but like in the hsr universe yk. this one was meant to be funny because i had a BALL playing around with boothill's CANONICAL censor oh my god i love him. imagine calling him a fucktard and the only thing he can clap back w is "you son of a biscuit-eating bulldog" (what the french toast?) or something idk. can he say that? or can he only say nice things—anyways enough rambling 😔

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: (continuation from above basically) this man i tell you. i can't sleep. can't eat. he plagues me. day in and day out. i do not have the funds to pull for him. how dare he look at me with that sexy smirk? ain't got no money pal sorry. anyways here's a lil thing i wrote in honour of this man making my chronic fatigue worse <3 NOT PROOF READ. it is currently 12:44am as im posting this so there will be MANY typos haha im going to sleep now.

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"You look like you should be in a saloon."

The gun-slinging Galaxy Ranger glanced up at the woman who just took a seat beside him from beneath the brim of his hat, drawn from his thoughts. She had taken a seat that was a respectable distance from him, two bar stools down, the message clear that she wasn't here to chat him up and lead him off to somewhere secluded and have some 'fun', but was only here for small talk and a drink. Good thing she wasn't coming onto him, too. Saved him having to turn down yet another woman looking for a fleeting one night stand.

He went back to absentmindedly swirling the malt juice around in his glass. Car oil, basically. He let out a small chuckle. "Ain't the first time I heard that one."

"Yeah? Makes sense. Fit's cool, though." She nodded to his cropped jacket, his spurred boots, his pants with their sides unzipped. She didn't seem to be bothered by the sight of his belt lined with ammo and a holstered gun. "What's that your drinking? Looks like engine oil."

"Malt juice," Boothill humoured her. "Can't drink nothin' else. Perks o' bein' a machine."

"Machine?" The woman lifted a brow, taking a sip of her beer. "Ah, gotcha. You're a robot?"

"Cyborg, yeah." It didn't matter if he divulged in her what he usually wouldn't. It was just tedious small talk, a nice weight off his mind, and he wouldn't ever see her again, anyway. "Got its pros and cons."

"I see." He was starting to become rather surprised at how...nonchalant she was about this. She lifted her beer jug to her lips once more. "So, what do you do for a living? Go around cosplaying as a cowboy?"

"Heh. If ya like, sure." Boothill was getting curious. It was once in a blue moon he came across someone as relaxed as this woman. "Let's say, it's my...signature look. Across the galaxies. Helps people remember me."

"You're starting to sound like a criminal on the run," she laughed lightly, only out of politeness, really. "Considering the people I've come across around here, I wouldn't mind getting you've got a bounty on that pretty head of yours."

"Uh-huh." He swigged the last of his malt juice. "Perceptive of you, sweets. You a local? Frequent?"

"Pretty much." She shot him a glance. "And it seems I was right. Eh, don't worry. I don't care enough about ya to turn you in. How much you wanted for, anyway?"

"A lot." Boothill grinned impishly. "Those IPC cuties keep bumpin' the ‘prize money’ up, if ya like." He made air quotation marks. "Yer'd be set fo' life if ya got yer hands on that money."

"I'm sure I would be." She really didn't seem to care. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

"Boothill," he answered, inclining his head towards you. "What about you, darlin'?"

You gave him your name, downing the last of your beer, before hailing the bartender over for a refill. "Nice to meet you, Mr Boothill."

"D'aw, shucks, haven't been called 'mister' in a long time!" Boothill flashed a toothy grin, showing off his shark-like teeth. He noticed how you didn't recoil, barely even blinked, at the sight of them. "Makes me wanna buy you a drink, sugar."

"By all means." You're never one to pass such a offer up. "And you like to flirt, too, huh?"

He watched you rummage around in your purse for something. You finally pulled out a compact mirror and checked your appearance in its tiny mirror. He leaned forward, took your free hand, and placed a kiss to the top of it, winking at you from under his cowboy hat's brim. "With such a lovely lady as yourself? How could I not?"

You laughed in a rather unladylike way—you, more or less, gaffawed—before retracting your hand and tipping his hat right down over his eyes, disorienting him. Your cheeks burned. "You're a funny one, Mr Boothill. You sure know how to woo a lady."

He adjusted his hat, huffing, leaning back in his seat. "I wasn't bein' funny. I like ya. I don't just kiss any old woman's hand."

"Got a little crush now, have you?" You raised your beer jug up in his direction as a friendly salute of sorts, grinning. "Cute of you. I like you, too, but I'm not letting you take me home."

"Ain't got one to take ya to." Boothill shrugged, not noticing how your smile suddenly vanished and you were looking at him. "Sons of biscuits made sure I couldn't have one no more, 'cause I wasn't about to let 'em get away with shady things they keep nicely under wraps."

"'Sons of biscuits'...?" You echoed, puzzled. You were also suddenly feeling quite sorry for the man. He was a roamer—a nomad of sorts, never stuck in one place for very long. That, you were instantly able to tell once you first laid eyes on his broad back.

"Someone had a little play around with my Synesthesia Beacon, so now I can't say nothin' mean—I'll try to say honey, honey, ugh. I'm tryna say honey." He tsked in frustration. "See? Can't say it."

"You can't swear?"

"Yep. Very aggravatin' at times. Whenever I wanna yell the s-word in combat, I just say somethin' ridiculous like 'terrific!' or 'groovy!' I sound like a right looney tune."

You chuckled. "I can tell that if you didn't have that censor on, you'd have the mouth of a sewer."

"Heck yeah. I'm goin' to town with all 'em bad words right now in my head," Boothill scoffed. "Love 'em, love 'em, love 'em—see what I mean? Hopeless. Wanna drop the f-bomb real bad."

"Perks of being a cyborg, indeed," you laughed, patting his shoulder. "It's rather funny to see such a tough-looking guy like you run around without anything else to yell but 'unicorns! Cotton candy!' when someone jumps you."

He snorted. "That's about right. Had one cutie pie try to mug me once and I was gonna swear his ear off, but all that came out was "look at this angel!" instead of 'punk', but it's a way more colourful word than that."

"Gotcha." You leaned your elbows against the wooden top of the bar. You opened your mouth to continued, but a sudden commotion at the other side of the bar cut you off. Glancing over also, you and Boothill watched as one drunk mountainous guy versus a scrawny little weasel of a man went tooth and nail at each other.

"How's the skinny one still alive?" Boothill amusedly remarked, leaning his cheek on his fist. "Looks like a cartoon."

"Happens all the time." You watched on rather boredly, almost wincing when the small guy very narrowly missed getting his face flattened by his opponent's massive fist. "Those two baffoons are too drunk to think of anything other than settle this scrap with punches. Makes for a good show, though."

Boothill hummed, before turning back to face you. "Can you fight?"

"Me? Well, I know basic self defence, and when to tell someone's spiked my drink." You pushed the beer jug around on the bar top absentmindedly. "This environment's dangerous for a woman. Gotta look out for myself around here. I should stay away, but I like my alcohol."

He chuckled, gazing at you. "Glad to hear that. You ain't some damsel in distress. You're really somethin', you know that, sugar?"

You blushed at his stare and words. "Oh, get off it. It's something every woman's got to know in life. We shouldn't have to, but we do. It's sad."

"Sure is." He pursed his lips, suddenly grave. He may have been a vagabond in a way, but that didn't mean he didn’t have morals. And then he playfully nudged you. "Ya know, seeing an independent, badass lady like you is real attractive."

You grinned. "Boy, if you were anyone else, I would've slapped you for that. That is an instant red flag for any woman in a bar."

"Well, I'll tell ya right now, I'd never harm a woman unless I had no other choice." Boothill stared at you. "Especially not for my own gain. Hurtin' people ain't fun, even though it's my lifestyle."

You shrugged, trying to ignore his intense gaze and the way your heart rate picked up. "A sad reality, but it's nice to come across a man with manners." You finished off your beer and stood, slinging your handbag strap over your shoulder, giving him a kind smile. "Well, thanks for the talk, Mr Boothill. You're a gem."

He stood after you, the spurs on his boots jingling with the movement, before he took your hand and pressed another smooth kiss to the top of it. Then he winked once more, just as a finishing touch, and your cheeks flared. "Any day, darlin'. Say, how about I give ya my phone number? Have another drink sometime."

"You sure? Your vigilante habits wouldn't get in the way of it?"

He laughed goodnaturedly. "Oho, that's funny, sugar. Nah, I'd always make time for you. Here, hand me ya phone."

So you did, and he swiftly typed in his number, before returning your phone to you. "There ya go. Send me a message so I'll know yours." Then Boothill stooped down to eye level with you, staring at you from beneath his lashes and hat, lifting a hand to ruffle your hair affectionately. "Till we meet again, sweetheart."

With that, and a lingering stare as he strode by, the cyborg cowboy left you stunned, heart pumping, phone limp in your hold. He was gone in a blink, giving you no room to wish him farewell also, so you did it by text.

you forgot to pay the bill for your drink

so I covered it for you.

you owe me one, cowboy

His reply didn't take long, and it made your face burn hotter.

Oopsies 🤭

How about I pay you back by taking you to dinner huh?

His emoji usage made you laugh. And so you accepted his offer.

Alright then

I want steak

Can you even eat?

You liked how he always replied fast.

Nah

But that's fine

Your company's better

Suffice to say, you liked the man's suave manner and flirty compliments. It made you feel exhilarated.

Maybe it was because of his classic cowboy moves. Tipping his hat to you in respectful greeting or goodbye, a gaze much too human for a cyborg, and his smooth gestures that made you hot all over.

Yeah. Maybe it was. But, either way, you couldn't wait to see him again.

#i saw somewhere that apparently boothill was mostly illiterate?? oh well if he this then that last part was ooc ig #anyways this was so fun to write OMG #boothill honkai star rail #hsr boothill #boothill x reader #boothill x you #boothill #boothill x y/n #boothill hsr #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #boothill x female reader

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mettywiththenotes · 2 years

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Okay, I’m going to attempt to go through this so... bear with me

The PLF leader says this

From memory, I think Quirk Education includes things like teaching kids about the nature of quirks and how everyone is different, and Quirk Counseling is the act of teaching kids how to control their quirks for adult life (these are generally taught in middle school)

Now, about how these things tie in with mutants

Quirk Counseling. Let’s take Mirio for example

Mirio’s quirk, uncontrolled, is very scary and dangerous. Had Mirio not been supervised and taught how to control it, it could have meant he’d be slipping through the ground unintentionally with no idea how to get back up. It would mean Mirio hurting others and himself because of his quirk, which would mean he wasn’t taught properly, and it would mean a person being failed by the system, therefore unable to integrate with the rest of society

Thankfully, this was not the case. Mirio went through counseling and has been training since then to control his quirk, to not let himself slip and get stuck. He has become an expert in using his power for Hero work

Now, applying this to mutants, what would that look like? Do they get the support they need when learning how to control their quirks?

I mean, mutants are technically classed as a quirk-type. And their powers can often correspond with what type of mutant they are, like how Spinner has the appearance of a lizard and can stick to walls (hence his quirk name Gecko)

So how would you be able to control something like that? Quirks are a part of anyone who has them, sure, but I think this is especially true for mutants. If your quirk corresponds with the type of mutant you are, this being something anyone could take note of due to how you look, then there’s no clear effective way to completely control it

The point of quirk counselling is not only to help you to control your quirk, but to integrate you into a society that expects you to be equal, to behave like you’re normal because of that expectation. Everyone else has to control it, so you have to as well. Be like everyone else and try to lead a normal life

But there’s no way a mutant can lead a normal life looking different to everyone else. That is not being “equal” to everyone else. They expect you to not show your difference, but you can’t help it. You were born like this. You want to be treated equally but your definition of equal is different to everyone else's, and this will mean different needs too

You can probably control the quirk itself, but you can’t control what you look like

So you will not be treated equally. You will not be able to integrate into society. You will be pushed out - become an outcast in your own village or town or city

And this would mean they lack the proper training they should have, that should be surveyed. Even if a mutant were to practice controlling their quirk on their own, outside of quirk counseling, would this be in a safe environment? Would this be done in a healthy way, depending on the quirk and their mental state?

Not going through quirk counseling, something to help control your quirk but also ends up suppressing who you are, may be a good thing, but what does it mean for those who need to keep their quirk controlled? Who need some kind of outlet but have no idea where they could have that and/or don’t even have a support system in place to help them through it?

That kind of lack of support can lead to a dangerous life, which I will talk about next

When I think about Quirk Education, I am reminded of this

From an early age, most children are taught to not judge people by their quirks (which includes mutants)

In the next panel, Rikiya mentions he was raised that way too, but “there’s a clear link between personality and meta-ability”

I should imagine this means, over the years of criminals and villains being arrested and taken away, there has been research conducted about the link between a person and their quirk. Like how to avoid a bad egg. This implication basically meaning that, in fact, maybe you should be wary of people’s quirks, because that might mean they’re a danger to society (a danger to the precious status quo)

That’s my assumption based on what Rikiya said generally

But looking into it, quirks are a part of you. If mutant-type quirks are being rejected, then mutants themselves are being rejected. Who they are is being cast aside because of what they look like. Therefore, they are less likely to be able to integrate into society if they cannot be properly taught due to this discrimination

Which means they are unable to integrate. If opportunities are denied based on how they look, they could end up at rock bottom; breaking the law, becoming criminals or Villains in order to survive or have an outlet for their hatred to society

So, supposing research is conducted on the link between people and their quirks, the researchers will take those who disobey the law into account

And the more people who read this research as fact (if there are more mutants being charged for crimes than humans, surely this isn’t a coincidence? - they might think this), the more mutants who are discriminated against, the more who are rejected for what they look like, who they are, their “tainted blood”, the more become outcasts and fall into a life of crime just to survive ... the more people will start to believe mutants are naturally bad

And it’s just a cycle that feeds itself

Now, something to take into account is area. While not much is specifically known about that, I can take a wild guess and say that between cities, towns and villages, villages will have the worst education surrounding mutants. This is based on what the PLF leader said, that “Yes, some claim that people educated in diverse environments won’t discriminate, but try stepping out of these big cities for a change! All you’ll find are people who say “They are gross”.”

So I think we can all agree that, regarding quirk counseling and education, villages have the worst. Which means mutants in those places, like Shouji and Spinner were, are surrounded by people who hate them just for being born

Spinner says, when recounting his experience, that “He thought it was only natural.” This speaks to how much Spinner has been through, but I think it also speaks for the education in villages. The fact that Spinner went through discrimination and his response was basically “well, of course it’s like this. this is how it’s supposed to be” shows that, maybe, quirk acceptance (also supposed to be including mutant acceptance) was not touched upon. And if it was, maybe it was only talked about briefly before reality became clearer

We don’t know about the specific state of towns and city mutant education and counseling, but I can probably take a guess and say towns are an inbetween depending on what kind of town, while cities will have more acceptance to mutants but that’s not to say there aren’t people who still oppress them (and get away with it). Cities are diverse, true, but that just means more people, which means all walks of life will be there; mutants, humans, people who accept mutants, and, inevitably, sadly, people who don’t (and probably hide it too, in order to get opportunities in the area that they couldn’t get outside of the cities)

But that last paragraph is more speculation on my part

So. yeah. Quirk education and counselling, in theory, could be good. But for the amount of damage they actually do to those with “bad” quirks and quirk-types, based on looks and misconceptions of what “bad” and “good” look like, there is no wonder that these contribute to the discrimination of mutants

#i... have no idea if this makes sense #these are just thoughts #some of it speculation #some of it from Thinkin Real Hard #busted a few braincells and gotta go to the braincell store hehe #gotta go to the braincell repair shop #i won't get my cells back for another 2 months!#anyway #i can't wait for the next chapters #im so curious to see what shouji does and what becomes of the mob #i am once again excited for some more world building #bnha #bnha 370 #bnha manga spoilers #mettys posts #metty posts #rambling rambling always rambling #thinking thinking always thinking #how many times can i say integrate in one post haha count and we'll see

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