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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 1 year

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“Oh now it’s ‘more, touya’, ‘please, touya,’” he sneers, nose pressed to your cheek as his warm breath fans over your skin. His fingers dig harder into your face, keeping you turned away and unable to kiss him. It’s humiliating as he pulls more sounds and pleas from you, knowing you want nothing more than to shut yourself up with his mouth.

“What happened to all that fuckin’ venom from a second ago? What happened to ‘I hate you, Touya’?” He snarls, hips slowing as you press your lips onto a thin line, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing you cry out for him again.

His teeth sink into your cheek hard enough that you hiss in pain, fingers gripping his hair to yank his head back, twisting in his grasp to glare at him, both of you panting, teeth bared.

“I do fucking hate you,” you hiss, and his hips snap against you hard in retaliation, his cockhead smashing into that spongey spot inside you. Your eyes roll back as he forces all the air out of your lungs, whatever hateful words you had ready dying on your tongue as your brain goes fuzzy. He’s quick to notice, angling his hips to hone in on that spot, his pace quickening.

“Hate you so fucking much,” you manage to choke out as that coil in your stomach tightens faster and faster, and your cunt tightens around him.

He knows you’re close, and for the third time since he’s shoved you up against the wall, he snatches your orgasm from your grasp, his hips stilling.

A broken sob crawls it’s way from your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut to stop the tears from spilling down your cheeks.

He taps your cheek firmly with one finger to get your attention, your face still firmly in his grasp and you level him with a glare filled with as much hate as you can muster. He’s completely unbothered, but you do notice his blue eyes softening as he leans forward, peppering kisses over your cheeks.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he sighs out, tracing an invisible path along your face with his lips. “I promise I’ll let you cum as soon as you stop lying to me,” he breathes, lips ghosting over yours. His mouth twitches in a grin when you inhale sharply, when you tilt forward a little bit, eyes fluttering shut at his soothing tone.

“Just admit you love me and I’ll make you cum on my cock.”

#in need of some toxic hate sex right now #just need to blow off some steam #mha #cowboy anon writes #t writes #thecowboyanon writes #dabi #touya smut #dabi smut #dabi x reader #touya x reader

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birf · 1 year

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barbie girl

#Barbie but make it cowboy #Dabi #bnha #mha #dabi fanart #Barty

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goose-draws-it · 9 months

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Does the T stand for Taylor or Touya? We’ll never know!

#selfship #goose x touya #mha #my art #goose.draws #🤠draws #mha fanart #goose draws 2023 #goose.draws2023 #dabi fanart #dabi #cowboy! touya #cowboy dabi #selfship art

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willowser · 11 months

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part one here :)

your father accepts takami's proposal the spring after you turn 21.

keigo has enough sympathy to push the process back, after touya's death. despite not knowing what you were sharing in letters, the plans you were making, he has enough respect to give you the time to heal. he's a good man and you do feel lucky to have him, out of all the suitors your father was speaking to, and you think you could love him, with time.

further up north, into the mountains, he has a piece of land and a cabin, a bunch of horses, and one evening he tells you he can't wait to take you there. let you see what else is out in the world, the beauty that you're missing in your small town. you think you might like that; all you see in the street, in your dreams and dark doorways, is touya's ghost.

an outlaw gang begins to pick up speed out to the east. at first you hear very little of it, don't know all the details of their crimes, but the more inland they move, the bloodier their trail becomes. keigo gets pulled into the investigation as they ride across the country and he's gone frequently, which has been another reason for his delayed proposal, and on the nights that you can't sleep, he tells you not to worry. the league, as they've been nicknamed, is only killing off men in the army. soldiers, in their sleep or late at night as they trail home from taverns.

it doesn't settle any of your nerves. if anything, it makes you sicker. you can't help but to remember the things touya told you in his letters, how angry he was at what the men around him had become. the seed he planted flourishes in the wake of bloodshed; vengefully, you think these men deserved it, after all the harm they've done, what they took from you. on nights when the melancholia hits the hardest, you're relieved, even, at the justice—and that has your stomach souring every time takami smiles at you.

the day of the wedding comes suddenly, despite all the waiting you and keigo and your families have had to do. you're to marry in a small church, white and paint-chipped; a final resting place to your lost love. you say goodbye to touya then, as you take in the image of your own reflection, the woman grief has made you. the woman you'll have to be from then on.

keigo's a good man, deserving of a good wife, and he is here and warm and alive—and you want to give him a fair chance.

the organ plays outside your small dressing room, your signal to come out. your dad should be waiting on the other side of the door to walk you down to where keigo waits for you. one last time, you close your eyes and imagine someone else at the end of the aisle—a bright-eyed young man that that you've loved as long as you can remember—

and then you let him go.

but when you open the door, expecting to see the face of your father, you are met with the looming figure of a dark man; dark cowboy hat, dark jacket, dark bandana pulled up just under his eyes. the organ plays on, unaffected, and the man—the bandit—simply puts one finger to his lips, silencing you.

"c'mon now, girl," he rasps, creeping in closer and closer, a hand raised to grab you up. "don't wanna be late for the wedding, now do we?"

you ride for days with a sack over your head, hands and ankles chained.

just by the sound of their voices, you count at least four of them, one being the woman—girl, she sounds like—that helps you out to the shade when you need to relieve yourself. the names are used infrequently enough that you can't attach them to the visions you've painted in your mind, of what they must look like.

the only one you know for certain is dabi, and that's the name of the man you ride with.

he and another snappy young fellow help to haul you up onto the horse every morning, and the son-of-a-bitch pulls you flush against his chest, arms around your waist as he takes the reins. you hear his smile, how it poisons his voice when he presses into the burlap, asking, "comfortable, girl?"

you refuse to answer, refuse to speak if you don't have to. it's a good thing they keep the sack over your head, you think, because if you could see him, you'd spit.

it feels like an eternity that you're with them, but time passes differently when you're a prisoner, when you can only feel the heat of the sun and not its shine on your skin. you've no idea what they want with you or why they've taken you; you're given your own tent—that you can tell, trapped in the dark as you are. there is no breath echoing beside yours, no warmth to be found. only the low glow of a campfire, and the muffled voices murmuring around it.

everything changes when you give in. when you decide to speak.

you've already been pushed into your tent for the night, but you can hear the sound of vibrant laughter echoing outside against the night, and you think of your only hope: the girl.

"i need to go!" you call, heart thrumming as the voices die down. "i need to go, i said!"

the tent flap opens audibly and you flinch on instinct, fear bubbling in your veins. you'd been expecting the worst after first being taken, but you haven't been touched more than necessary—more than dabi deems necessary. rough as his hands have been, they haven't violated you. yet.

you're grabbed by the arm and lead out, marched down until the cold settles in and the fire is long behind you. and then you turn on her.

"please," you gasp, clutching her hands in your own. "let me go. i've got nothing for you, no purpose, but m-my husband would pay handsomely if—"

"husband?"

a chill run downs your spine at the sound of his voice, the anger lacing his words. when you try to pull away, his grip tightens, keeping you rooted as he inhales deeply, and then your feet are skidding in the dirt as he pulls you against him.

"no, no, no," he murmurs, low and raw. "ain't been no wedding yet. made sure of that."

the acknowledgment at what he's done—the pride—lights a fire under your ass. you think of keigo, standing in the church, alone. waiting as the organ played on. how long did it take for his heart to break? for them to realize you weren't coming? surely he would have sent someone after—right?

"you sure did," you seethe, angry tears building beneath your burlap. "you whoreson dog! lemme go!"

try as you might, squirming in his hold does nothing, not even when you get one hand loose and beat it against the expanse of his chest.

"get off!"

the bag is ripped off your head so quickly that it's disorienting, black spots dotting your vision as you try to blink the world into clarity. you cry out from the shock of it all, the light of the moon in your eyes, and then you're being spun around to face the vast, empty valley ahead of you. the canyons that swallow the landscape in the distance, the mountains that bar you from the only world you've ever known.

you're out in the middle of nowhere, far from civilization.

even if keigo has sent someone in search of you—who knows how soon they'll find you. if they will at all.

you try to turn your face from the disheartening sight, chest feeling hollow and pinched, but dabi grabs your chin in his hand and forces you to look.

"no, no," he repeats, "i asked for y'first and i ain't waiting another fuckin' minute."

a shrill scream rips through the night when he turns you around, hands going from your arms to cup your cheeks, digging into the sides of your neck. this is it, you think, what you've been dreading all along, the assault you knew would come from a son-of-a-bitch like him.

"look at me, girl," he growls, shaking you when your eyes squeeze shut in stubborn defiance. "i said, look at me, damn it!"

tears blur your vision, but you blink through them anyway, their searing heat. he nearly blends into the night, dark as he is, but his eyes are wide, blue, and his face is washed pale in the moonlight and—

and you gasp, hard enough that your heart wracks, that your knees buckle, but his hands never stray from your face, thumbs brushing softly over your cheekbones.

"touya?"

#OKAY HERE IT IS. AFTER A MILLION YEARS.#...another part to come this doesn’t even include you meeting the rest of the league #the fight you cause 👀#dabi getting the kiss he deserves 👀#not proofread because i was stressed out akfbdishka #blast from the past: hiatus q #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya #✿ theme: cowboy touya

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yreapwhatyasow · 1 year

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“Bound by Wild Desire, I Fell into a Ring of Fire”

#dabi #toya todoroki #my art tt #boku no hero art #boku no hero academia #bnha dabi #cowboy #bnha #toya #ring of fire

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stitched-mouth · 8 months

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I’m in my era of writing smut with murderers

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kingdowager · 1 year

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yeehaw dabihawks

#dabihawks #bnha #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #dabi #hawks #takami keigo #todoroki touya #art #fanart #kingdraws #cowboy!dabihawks

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dingo-the-draw · 9 months

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six fanarts meme! remember those?

#art #dingoart #six fanarts #sub zero #vriska serket #foo fighters #cowboy bebop #bnha #jjba #homestuck #dabi #noodle #gorillaz

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azure-arsonist · 11 months

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I would love to hear more about your cowboy Dabi! ❤️‍🔥

He says he's got nothing for him back home, he's burned every bridge there but really I think he's running from the part of himself that misses home, he thinks if he goes far enough he'll stop missing it.

He's got a horse who's name changes when people ask but he usually just calls it Damn Horse.

Avid smoker, drinker, and bar fight finisher.

His favorite kinds of people are prostitutes and vagabonds, they're interesting to talk to.

Hates cops, Rangers, any kind of lawman really.

Really likes robbing trains, it's dangerous as fuck and he loves the thrill.

He's a very good dancer.

Good at poker, better at cheating.

#dabi #touya todoroki #bnha dabi #mha dabi #cowboy dabi

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dirty-spiced-chai · 6 months

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COWBOY DABI

BNHA/MHA

#tie me up like i’m surprised and shit #dabi fanart #mha dabi #bnha dabi #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #dabi #cowboy #cowboy au #dirty spiced chai art #mha

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dabi-the-burnt · 1 year

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FIRST COMMISSION!!

#emergency #emergency commissions #commissions open #dabihawks #steampunk #western au #cowboy dabi #cowboy hawks #hawks mha #takami keigo #touya todoroki #dabi x hawks #my hero academia #bnha au #DabiTheBurnt art

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 4 months

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Touya hadn’t meant to miss the call, hadn’t meant to make you listen to his voicemail box one, two, three times.

Hadn’t meant to make you cry to a silent line.

But when he finally has time to click that voicemail, your sobs crackling through the speaker, he doesn’t let it finish after that first broken I need you.

It doesn’t matter that you haven’t talked in 6 months, doesn’t matter that he’s celebrating a great ride, doesn’t matter that he’s had a couple beers.

What matters is that you’re not picking up, one, two, three calls later.

Doesn’t matter that he’s tearing down the dark road way faster than he should, phone on speaker on his dash and fist beating the steering wheel so hard he’s sure it’ll bruise.

What matters is the one, two, three, four voicemails he leaves telling you he’ll be there in four, three, two minutes.

What matters is the one, two minutes he spends banging on your door before remembering he never returned your key, leaving it open when he tears it wide and rushes in.

The two, three, four leaps it takes to get up your stairs hardly register to him.

All that matters is the sight of you, just you, lying on the bathroom floor, crying so hard that it shakes your whole body.

Because it doesn’t matter if it takes one, two, three, four hours… he’ll be there until it stops.

#cowboy touya #touya x reader #touya blurb #cowboy touya x reader #cowboy au #selfship?#I have big feelings tonight sorry #touya angst #touya comfort #mha touya #cowboy Dabi #bullrider! Touya #bullrider! dabi #selfship coded #thecowboyanonwrites #goose.writes #t.writes

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deadboyswalking · 9 months

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heard Cowboy Dabi was popular 'round these parts

#two clowns write a cowboy au #cowboy dabi #bnha dabi #todoroki touya

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yakny · 9 months

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SEAS OF BRIGHTEST BLUE FIRES, I AM ONE OF THE MANY CRIERS YOU'VE LEFT DRIFTING IN YOUR WATERS.

#colored explorations‚ studies‚ and experiments #MHA #dabi #todoroki touya #i had SO many thoughts/concepts for this piece ToT.#from ''dabi hates eating fish but would probably enjoy going to aquariums'' to ''aquariums probably remind him of his fire''#to ''his blue fire is a sea! an ocean! an ocean of memories he drowns in orz'' back to ''bubbles! childhood! ough!''#and rounding back to ''i wonder if in the dark and rubble‚ his fire causes everything to look like an aquarium'' all this whilst thinking:#''gotta make this very sci-fi/futuristic aesthetically and let's give him so fire cowboy boots while we're at it.''#yeah. yeaaaah.

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willowser · 2 years

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hi willow! first off, ily sm you deserve the world bc your prohero!touya saved me lol. secondly, i loved your cowboy!bakugou au AND on top of that sharlock once posted a cowboy touya. so if you ever could, i beg you, PLEASE gimme a no scars cowboy!touya 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

"you gonna miss me or somethin'?"

touya is lying back beside you in the feathergrass, arms behind his head, silver belly hat pulled low over his eyes. the sun has long since been ready to set, dimming from blue to grey, orange clouds creeping into the horizon. the breeze has picked up with the evening coming in, has you shivering a little in your dress.

you look away from him, even though he can't see you struggle with the words. you always thought you would be ready for this moment; enji was a colonel until he lost his arm and despite the dark turn he and touya's relationship has taken over the last few years, it was always going to be this way. touya was always going to follow in his father's footsteps.

his company leaves tomorrow.

what you want to say is, not one bit or gonna be glad to be rid of you or don't make me laugh but—you can't. the words won't come out of your throat, thick like mud. instead you just swallow and try to clear it away, sniff as your eyes sting.

the wheat he's got in his mouth goes still, just as his jaw does. from the corner of your eye, you can see the motion of his nose, nostrils flaring, before he sighs.

"ain't like i'm comin' back in a box."

"touya," you chide, frowning down at your hands. the very idea has your chest aching and you're wounded by the sudden image of yourself and his family at a grave, much too soon to be as deep as it is. it feels like you're going to choke.

"don't be cryin' over me, girl."

you try to disguise your tears with a laugh, but it sounds just as pitiful, so you swipe the hat off his head to place on your own. his eyes open and they're brighter than you've ever seen them, burning in the low light as he watches you.

"i ain't a girl," you mumble, and when he sits up, you can't help but to smile. his jeans dust with dirt as he scoots closer to you, grinning like he does when he's up to no good—and he never is, these days. time is coming to a close, for the both of you, and he's been a little odd lately, trying to fit too much in before the sun sets.

staying out later even though he knows it worries his mama, coming home with money that couldn't have come from nowhere good, spending too much time talking to those girls at the saloon in town.

sitting too close, on cold nights like this.

when he speaks, his voice is low, just like his eyes on your face. "you think you a woman now, that it? all 'cause you turned 18?"

you nod once and jut out your chin, hoping he can't hear the heavy beat of your heart as it shifts you closer. "that's right."

touya grins and it's—in the last few years, he's grown. not as tall as his brothers, but more than you, and the curve of his jaw has sharpened, shoulders broadening out from all that he does on his father's ranch. no longer is he the same round-faced boy you're used to, that you grew up. now he smiles and he's the kind of man you can dream about.

"you ain't a woman yet," he mutters, and even though he still looks downright devilish, something changes in his eyes—hesitancy—and his cheeks redden just slightly. "but i could make you one, if y'want me to."

you splutter, reeling back from him as your stomach turns dangerously. "touya!" the sound of your surprised squeak makes him laugh, and you tug his hat off to shove it over his face, to put some distance between the two of you.

"i'm just messin', calm down." he tries to bite at your fingers when you shove him again, chuckling to himself as you look anywhere but him. the grass, the stars rolling in, the todoroki fields of wheat and how they wave in the breeze.

touya watches you, however, and even though he's smiling and shaking his head, you can't help but to notice the heaviness under his eyes. a seriousness he masks too well. you think maybe you should ask after him, why he's making such crude jokes like that when y'all have never been anything more than friends—but his neck strains and he bites at his lips and the moments slip through your fingers like sand.

try as you might, you don't catch them before they're gone to the wind.

it takes almost a full year for you to get your first letter.

the only reason you know touya hasn't been killed is because there's been no word; in the schoolhouse where you teach, you keep a keen eye on the front doors for any heavy-laden soldiers, speak to his sister often, ask if they've heard anything from him or his troop. enji still has a great deal of hold and, though he's always intimidated you, you're grateful for it; if there were anything to notify him of at all, someone would be quick to do it.

it comes on no special day, delivered straight to your hands from a man on horseback with little ceremony, and when you read that it's from private touya todoroki, 25th infantry company, you rip it open so fast that you nearly tear the thing in half.

he tells you it's taken him a long time to get settled in any one spot, with any one company, not to mention how hard it was to track down the mail service—and then he had to afford postage. he's been adamant about earning everything he has; there was nothing from his father that he wanted, no influence or money, and he admits to not ever realizing the wealth his family has. staring from scratch, he tells you, is difficult.

there's very little about it he likes. the bugle calls every hour, standing at formation in the cold early mornings, drill, guard detail, sharing barracks and pillows filled with hay. the only thing he doesn't mind is tending to his horse, watering her, and practicing battle formation. touya seems—different, in his words. a little disappointed, having chased after something so long, only for it to end up a dim shadow of what he expected.

unless he can help it, he tells you he saves every bit of money he can and that he wants to buy land as soon as his four remaining years are done, maybe even before then. there's even a small picture on the back of what he wants: a house that's too big—both in architecture and it's size on the paper—and a wide open pasture with little dots you assume are cows.

he wants you to write him as often as you can, even if you don't hear back. if he gets stationed elsewhere, your letter will find him. that's another small thing he enjoys, how dedicated the express is to delivering their mail, knowing how badly they must need it. the last thing he writes—asks—is that he wants a photo of you.

i'll send you the money, if that's what you want. i know it ain't cheap to get your picture taken. go to the bigger town down south, by the mountains. i don't want no shitty picture, i want a good one. it's the only piece of you i can have right now.

you don't wait to take any of his money. you go south and send it right away.

it's winter, three months later, when the second one comes in.

touya's angry. it's plain as day in everything he says to you, in all the bullshit he details from his days. they've moved him to the coast, to aid the artillery regiment, and he doesn't know why. it takes him much further from you, and he makes note of that twice. the sea is nice, he thinks, but there's nothing good out there for him.

only once does he mention some kind of trouble. the men he's been stationed with: touya tells you they're rats, not an honorable bone in their bodies. despite holding higher ranks—his, you notice, has changed too—they don't treat anyone with respect, nor themselves. often missing assembly because they'd been in town the evening before, visiting ladies of the night and drinking and fighting. one of his bunkmates kills a man and holds no remorse. they often brag about forcing themselves on women, widows that have lost their husbands. they're low, he tells you, not the kind of man he could ever stand to be.

he tells you he's realized a lot of things, about you. he's grateful for the photo, sends money so that you'll send another, and the distance has made him bold; if he wasn't a coward, he writes, then he would have made you his a long time ago. you'll be twenty next year and he knows that, knows that your family is trying to marry you off because it's about time for you to start a family of your own—but he asks you to wait for him.

if i gotta write a letter to your daddy myself, i will. maybe when i can get away from this end of the world and a little closer you can come to me, even for one night. i'll pay for everything if you will. i'll even marry you right there if you'll have me. fuck what your family says, if you'll have me then i'll do anything. i'll give you anything.

you decide not to tell anyone, not even fuyumi. there's another man in town your father has been speaking to, takami, you think his name is, and he's on his way to being a sheriff up north. he's a nice man, once you've spoken to on occasion, but despite his charm and good looks, he's not who you see when you lie down at night. he's not who you dream of.

if touya comes closer, you'll go. you decide that, even if it means leaving your mama behind and your schoolhouse and everything you know, you'll go.

the last letter you get is shorter than all the rest.

there's no sweet mentions of a future, no loving words of any kind. it's all flame and fury, a hatred you can't imagine on him. the life he lives, that path he's chosen: touya tells you it's the wrong one. the army is a sham, a front that gathers the trust of the innocent and spits on it. he doesn't detail anything specific, but even his handwriting is bad, like he'd been so angry that he couldn't see straight.

it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. fear, for what the next letter will hold. disappointment, that you're not running away with him so soon. a selfish part of you wonders if he even still wants you, if maybe he's found another woman wherever he is or if he's uninterested all together. you keep having dreams of the last night you sat in his pasture together, of him offering to make you a woman, if you wanted him to.

you should have said yes. you should have made love to him right there in the dirt, should have kissed him like you really wanted to, even if you were too shy to admit it.

the soldiers come the following week.

you only know because you're with fuyumi when it happens, visiting with her in her home, contemplating coming clean about the last thing touya had said to you. she deserves to know, you think, of his frustration. maybe there's even something she can do, something she can ask of her father.

both of you already know what they'll say, as they dismount their horses and adjust their hats. both of you fall to your knees, can't even hear what they're trying to tell you.

touya isn't coming home in a box. touya isn't coming home at all.

YEAH WELL — IDK WHAT THIS WAS LOL. i tried to start something so many times and this is the direction it took in every single attempt. somewhat cowboy, little more frontier-esque. i — very nearly made this its own fic, bc i had so much i wanted to say LOL but i. cannot take on another project. i cannot. SO YEAH SORRYYYYYY

but thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 you deserve the world friend !! i am so sorry this is how i repayed you LOL

#dabi drabble #touya drabble #dabi angst #touya angst #this got — long #lmao #could have been longer but i decided to cut it here #i have no excuses for this i apologize #but 👀 if you really think i can just end on sad notes likes this 👀#👀#dabi x reader #touya x reader #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya #✿ theme: cowboy touya

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