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simpforfandom231 · 1 month

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Throwing shit PT1

Just y/n and Reneé throwing stuff at each other but it ends well in pt2, i promise

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The apartment crackled with tension, the air thick with unresolved frustration. Reneé Rapp, the renowned singer, stood facing her girlfriend, Y/N, their voices rising in a tumultuous crescendo. Y/N's accusation hung heavy in the air like a discordant note in an otherwise perfect melody.

"I can't believe you're defending him again!" Y/N's voice cut through the room, her eyes ablaze with anger.

Reneé's own frustration boiled over. "I've told you a million times, there's nothing going on between me and my guitarist!"

Y/N scoffed, disbelief etched on her face. "Oh, please! I'm not blind, Reneé. I see the way he looks at you during your performances."

Reneé shook her head, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "That's ridiculous! He's just my guitarist, nothing more."

The tension thickened, suffocating the room with its intensity. Then, in a moment of rage, Y/N grabbed a glass from the countertop and hurled it at Reneé.

The glass shattered against the wall, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot. Reneé recoiled, her eyes widening in shock as she dodged the projectile.

"You're insane!" Reneé yelled, her voice trembling with anger.

Fueled by adrenaline and fury, Reneé retaliated, grabbing a nearby plate and hurling it back at Y/N with equal force. The plate crashed against the floor, scattering ceramic shrapnel across the room.

Y/N's eyes flashed with fury as she lunged forward, her voice rising to a deafening scream. "How dare you!"

Reneé matched her intensity, her own voice a fierce counterpoint. "How dare I? How dare you!"

The apartment reverberated with their heated argument, the walls practically vibrating with their conflicting emotions. Insults flew like arrows in a battlefield of words, each one striking its mark with deadly accuracy.

In the midst of the chaos, Y/N finally reached her breaking point. "I'm done! I'm going to bed, and you can sleep on the couch for all I care!"

Reneé's jaw clenched, her fists still trembling with anger. "Fine! Maybe I will!"

With that final declaration, Y/N stormed off, leaving Reneé standing alone in the wreckage of their fight.

The next morning dawned with a heavy weight lingering in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to seep into every corner of the apartment. Reneé awoke with a sense of dread knotting in her stomach, the events of the previous night replaying in her mind like a broken record.

As she stumbled off the sofa, her muscles aching from the restless sleep on the couch, Reneé found herself confronted once again by the aftermath of their explosive argument. Broken glass glinted on the floor, a stark reminder of the violence that had erupted between them.

Y/N emerged from the bedroom, her expression still etched with resentment as she cast a cold glance in Reneé's direction. "You're still here?"

Reneé bristled at the accusation, her own anger reigniting at the sight of Y/N's dismissive demeanor. "Where else would I be?"

Y/N scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I don't know, maybe off cozying up to your precious guitarist!"

Reneé's temper flared at the implication, her fists clenching at her sides. "For the last time, there's nothing going on between me and him!"

The familiar refrain of their argument echoed through the apartment, each accusation and denial adding fuel to the fire of their conflict. Before either of them could stop it, the tension escalated once again into a full-blown shouting match.

Insults flew like arrows, each one sharper and more cutting than the last. Reneé's voice rose to a fever pitch as she hurled verbal barbs at Y/N, each word laced with venomous intent. Y/N, equally incensed, launched her own barrage of insults in return, their voices melding together in a cacophony of anger and resentment.

In a moment of blind rage, Reneé seized the nearest object—a decorative vase—and hurled it across the room with all her might. The vase shattered against the wall, sending shards of porcelain cascading to the floor in a symphony of destruction.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock at the display of aggression, her own fury reaching a boiling point. With a primal scream, she retaliated, grabbing a throw pillow from the couch and launching it back at Reneé with surprising force.

The pillow collided with Reneé's chest, momentarily knocking the wind out of her sails. But instead of backing down, Reneé's resolve only strengthened, her determination to win this battle of wills burning fiercely within her.

The apartment became a battleground, each room a theater of war as Reneé and Y/N waged their verbal warfare with unrelenting ferocity. Furniture toppled, dishes shattered, and tempers flared hotter than the flames of their passion.

And yet, beneath the surface of their tumultuous conflict, a spark of something else simmered—a flicker of longing, of desire, of the love that still bound them together despite the chaos that threatened to tear them apart.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting its warm golden glow through the windows, Reneé and Y/N found themselves locked in a silent standoff, their breaths heavy and labored, their eyes locked in a silent battle

Reneé and Y/N stood amidst the wreckage of their argument, a sudden knock echoed through the apartment, breaking the heavy silence like a discordant note in an otherwise somber melody. Both women turned towards the door, their expressions a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

Reneé hesitated, her hand hovering uncertainly over the doorknob. "Who could that be?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, her frustration palpable. "Probably just the neighbors, complaining about the noise again."

With a resigned sigh, Reneé opened the door to reveal their neighbors standing in the hallway, their faces drawn into expressions of thinly veiled annoyance.

"We couldn't help but notice the, uh, passionate discussion you two were having," one of the neighbors said, their tone dripping with sarcasm. "We were just wondering if you could keep it down a bit. We're trying to watch TV, you know."

Y/N's jaw dropped in disbelief at the audacity of their neighbors. "Are you kidding me right now?"

The neighbors merely shrugged, their indifference infuriating in its arrogance. "Just a friendly request, that's all. Thank you very much."

As the neighbors retreated back into their own apartment, Reneé and Y/N exchanged incredulous glances, both equally appalled by the encounter. But before they could dwell on it any further, the reality of their situation came crashing back down upon them.

With a heavy sigh, Reneé turned back towards the apartment, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Well, I guess we should start cleaning up this mess."

Y/N nodded in agreement, her own frustration still simmering beneath the surface. As they began to pick up the pieces of their shattered argument, the tension between them remained palpable, a silent barrier that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

"It's always the same," Reneé muttered under her breath, her voice heavy with resignation.

Y/N heard the words, her own anger flaring once again. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Reneé glanced up, her expression guarded. "It means that no matter how many times we fight, nothing ever seems to change."

Y/N's eyes narrowed, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Maybe if you understood how it felt, you'd do something about it."

Reneé bristled at the accusation, her own frustration boiling over. "Oh, and what exactly am I supposed to do?"

Before Y/N could respond, Reneé dropped a bombshell that sent shockwaves rippling through the room. "I invited Evan over to have dinner with us tonight."

Y/N's mouth fell open in shock, her anger giving way to disbelief. "You did what?"

Reneé met her gaze evenly, her resolve unwavering. "You heard me. Evan's coming over, whether you like it or not."

With that final declaration, Y/N stormed off towards the bedroom, her footsteps echoing loudly against the hardwood floors. Slamming the door shut behind her, she left Reneé standing alone in the aftermath of their latest confrontation, her heart heavy with regret and uncertainty.

The day dragged on with an oppressive weight, each passing hour stretching into eternity as Y/N remained holed up in the bedroom, her anger simmering beneath the surface like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. Meanwhile, Reneé tried in vain to carry on with her day, the tension between her and Y/N hanging heavy in the air like a thick fogge

As evening approached, Reneé knew that she couldn't avoid the inevitable any longer. With a heavy sigh, she approached the closed bedroom door, steeling herself for what lay beyond.

"Y/N," Reneé called out, her voice tentative. "We need to get ready for dinner."

There was no response, only the sound of silence echoing back at her like a mocking reminder of their strained relationship.

With a resigned shake of her head, Reneé pushed open the door to find Y/N sitting on the bed, her expression stony and unreadable.

Reneé tried to mask her disappointment as she crossed the room to the closet, her fingers trailing over the fabric of her dresses as she searched for the perfect outfit.

Y/N remained silent as Reneé changed into a cute dress, her eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the confines of the bedroom walls.

Once they were both dressed and ready, Reneé made her way to the kitchen where she had already prepared dinner, the savory aroma of her cooking filling the apartment with a tantalizing scent.

As Reneé set the table with meticulous care, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that Evan's arrival would only serve to further exacerbate the tension between her and Y/N, but she had made a commitment and she intended to see it through.

Just as Reneé finished setting the table, there came a knock at the front door, the sound echoing through the apartment like a harbinger of impending doom.

Reneé shot Y/N a warning glance as she made her way to the door, silently urging her to behave herself in front of their guest.

Y/N rolled her eyes in response, her expression a mask of indifference as she reluctantly followed Reneé to the living room.

With a deep breath, Reneé opened the door to reveal Evan standing on the threshold, his smile charming and disarming in equal measure.

"Hey, Reneé! Thanks for inviting me over," Evan said, his eyes lingering on Reneé in a way that made Y/N's blood boil.

Reneé returned his smile, though her own unease was apparent in the tightness of her expression. "Of course, Evan. Come on in."

As Evan entered the apartment, Y/N forced herself to plaster on a fake smile, her teeth gritted in a silent display of restraint.

Reneé led Evan to the dining table, where he took his seat with a flourish, his eyes never leaving Reneé's form as she bustled about the kitchen, fetching plates and serving dishes with practiced ease.

Y/N busied herself with pouring wine, her hands trembling slightly as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of Evan's unwavering gaze.

Throughout the meal, Evan's attention remained firmly fixed on Reneé, his compliments bordering on the excessive as he praised her cooking and commented on how good she looked in her dress.

Y/N seethed with silent rage, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms as she fought to keep her temper in check.

Reneé, for her part, seemed oblivious to the tension that hung thick in the air, her own anger towards Y/N overshadowed by her discomfort at Evan's overt flirtations.

As the evening wore on, Y/N found herself growing more and more agitated, her patience wearing thin as Evan continued to push the boundaries of propriety with his incessant touching and suggestive comments.

Finally, unable to contain her frustration any longer, Y/N rose abruptly from the table, her chair scraping loudly against the hardwood floor as she stormed off towards the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her with a resounding thud.

Reneé and Evan exchanged awkward glances across the table, the silence that followed deafening in its intensity.

With a heavy sigh, Reneé pushed her plate away, her appetite ruined by the palpable tension that now filled the room.

As she met Evan's gaze, a flicker of uncertainty passed between them, both keenly aware of the rift that had formed between Reneé and Y/N—and the role that Evan had unwittingly played in widening that divide.

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nohoney · 2 months

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mmkay deciding to write about this cuz i want to

Touya is gone for five days for a trip for work and you already miss him after only one night.

The first night without him, you slept just fine and on your side of the bed. But when you woke up, you felt a sadness in you upon not seeing your boyfriend on his side of the bed or not even hearing him in the bathroom. You’re alone in the apartment and he won’t be back for a few more days.

When you get up from bed, you take one of hoodies from the hamper and put it on. Touya had worn it just the night before he had left for his trip and carelessly tossed it on the floor before he went into the shower. You had shown your annoyance that he missed the hamper by just a few inches to which he apologized for his shit aim. Wearing it is about as close to a hug as you’re going to get from him while he’s away.

His coffee mug sits on the shelf with all the other cups, your eyes glancing to it for a quick second before grabbing your favorite mug. You do all the same steps that Touya has always done to make coffee, using the same roast, turning the water to a certain temperature, following everything to a T to make a morning brew. Yet when you sip from your mug after adding your creamer, it just doesn’t taste the same way.

“Yuck…”

The coffee is dumped out and tea is made instead.

On the little coffee table is a bouquet of flowers in a simple glass vase. Touya doesn’t go away very often but when he does, he usually buys a bouquet for you just right before he leaves. The first time he did it, it was an unusually sweet gesture that you didn’t expect from a guy like him. Now it was a practice that you expected whenever he’d be gone for more than two days.

A practice you could do without though is that he forgets to empty out his ash tray before he leaves for more than two days. Touya just doesn’t have it in his mind to do the task of clearing it himself when he’s already trying to prepare for a bunch of other things before he leaves. It’s one of those little things that just happens to slip through the cracks.

Instead of being upset, you sit in his favorite chair on the balcony and light up a single cigarette from his pack. For as much shit you give him sometimes when he smokes, it’s also come to be a comforting scent during the times he’s away from home. It’s a little ridiculous from your end but you look over your shoulder through the glass door as if you’re expecting Touya to catch you even though you know he’s way out of the area, and you take a few drags from the cigarette. You stub out the cigarette into the ashtray but decide to clear it out the day before he returns.

His texts and calls are answered pretty quickly but you’re not having full blown conversations with one another. It’s little updates like you noticing the neighborhood cat is starting to snuggle more with one of the neighbor’s cats or he’s telling you about whatever hotel he’s posted at and the area he’s in. Small reminders like for you to not drop your purse on the floor just because he’s not around or you telling Touya to put his own clothes out so that he’s not fussing through his luggage the minute he gets up.

And you stare too long at his departing text when he needs to tend to something else.

[15:56] missing you doll, love you

You stare at it, a little fluttery feeling in your tummy that reminds you of the times when the two of you first started being serious about one another.

That feeling stays with you as you try to about the rest of your day. You check in on your work computer, going through the systems your own management assigned you to do, sending messages back through the company assigned app. Even as you try to concentrate on your tasks, his text still sits on your mind and that fluttery feeling hasn’t gone away.

So it’s a relief to finally sign off and throw yourself onto the bed, tossing off your underwear but keeping the hoodie on. Maybe it makes you look pathetic but it’s not as if anyone is going to know, but you inhale deeply the sleeve of the hoodie. It smells mostly of the cigarettes Touya smokes, the scent fused with the fibers has you moaning softly as you reach your other hand to pet at your clit first.

Your eyes flutter and the heels of your feet dig into the mattress as you rub your clit. Touya has been gone one night and you miss him this badly. It’s tempting to send him a photo to give him evidence of your longing for him, but you and him have always had the worst luck when it comes to exchanging nudes. Four too many times both you and him have opened your messages at the wrong time with the worst company around.

So the two of you agreed to only send texts after your naughty deed is done. And the text is sent in code so that no one is suspicious if they happen to catch a glimpse of the message.

It’s soft and wet inside when you slide two fingers inside of your cunt, biting back a moan and rolling over to assume Touya’s favorite position. Head to the mattress and your ass up in the air, you press your face into the surface of the bed and finger yourself a little more desperately. Your mewls are muffled and you imagine Touya from the night before when he had put his hand on your head to keep you pinned down.

“You always like it when I hold you down like that, huh?” he commented before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward to fill you up, “I know ‘cause your pussy just fucking soaks me whenever I do that.”

Oh god, you miss him a ridiculous amount and he’s only been gone for one night! Only four more days to go. Four more days of his absence, of the flowers he bought for you to keep you company, of the coffee you want him to make—four more days!

Four more days without his cock in you is agonizing. Sure the toys you have can be a good substitution and they’ll be used, but you miss Touya!

He had pounded you stupid the night before he left, ramming the full length of his cock into you so fucking deep that you had wanted to scream. You were cumming a ridiculous amount that you had even soaked through the towel he had placed underneath you. Touya had practically sent you to heaven and back a little too well, putting a hand over your mouth first and trying to hush you so that the neighbors wouldn’t come knocking on the door later on. And when his hand didn’t do the trick, he had to put your head to the mattress and told you to scream into the bed instead.

Making a little sweater paw, you press your nose into the fabric once more to smell the cigarettes. It’s embarrassing how you actually do cum like this, from the very thing that you nag him about, and you won’t admit it out loud and Touya has enough sense to not say it too. But you like the cigarettes simply because they’re associated strictly with the man you love.

Exclusively really.

Your legs shake as you cum on your own fingers, your weight dropping onto the bed fully and you just lay there for a bit. You catch your breath and you moan quietly into the mattress, coming down from the release and at least able to pull yourself together a little.

It’s only four more days, you’ll live.

You’ve washed your hands and set the hoodie over one of the dining chairs, picking up your phone and sending the code to Touya.

[18:06] i just watered the flowers

A stupid code that you and him came up with. Almost a joke really because you’re not the best at maintaining plant and he’s reminded you of that time and time again.

Your phone dings with a notification from him ten minutes later.

[18:16] i hope the flowers are happy. i’m trying to see if i can clean my glasses the next time i’m alone.

Again, another stupid code that’s also a joke. Touya doesn’t wear glasses since he got that vision correcting surgery as soon as he was eligible to get it.

By the time Touya returns back home, the flowers that he had bought you are tossed, his ashtray is disposed of all the cigarette butts, and the hoodie you had been wearing for most of the time is washed and air drying on the balcony. His suitcase is opened in the hallway but he hasn’t immediately started washing the clothes inside the luggage. Instead he’s lounging on the couch with you, only covered up by the throw blanket for modesty and locked in a lazy kiss with you.

You pull away from him, resting your cheek against his shoulder and sighing. “You forgot to clear out the ash tray again before you left.” you remind your boyfriend.

“Hm, sorry. I’ll try to remember next time.” he repeats the same words again whenever you bring up his forgotten task. Truthfully it’s not a huge deal to you for now, but it still is something you’d like for Touya to do without having to be reminded.

The washer is rumbling with Touya’s laundry and you’re cutting up chicken thighs onto a cutting board when he comes up, doing the familiar motion of reaching for the pack of smokes and the lighter. He opens it up and stares for a few seconds before looking at you. You give him a side eye when you hear a small chuckle.

“What?” you ask as you put the prepped chicken into a separate bowl before going to the sink and washing the knife and cutting board.

“You missed me a lot.” He states.

“Yeah, you missed me too.” you counter.

“I did. I ran into the neighbor when I was taking out the trash, told them that I was gone for a work trip. And funny enough, they thought I was home the entire time because they could smell the smoke from the balcony.”

Your body freezes and your face begins to warm. When you look over at Touya, he’s holding out his pack to you. There’s only three smokes left but when he had left for his trip, he had counted that there was six.

“Yeah well,” you continue to wash up the cutting board, “I wasted a few. Just to fuck with you.”

Obviously a lie because you don’t want to admit that you like the cigarettes. That sniffing his cologne or wearing his clothes weren’t enough, but you needed that sickeningly ashy aroma to feel less lonely when he had left.

Touya has the sense to not refute anything you say. He knows better than that. He just silently pops one between his lips and walks back out the balcony. And from where you stand at the kitchen, you glance up to see him sitting in his chair and just staring out into space with the smoke billowing from the tip of his cigarette.

He’s home now.

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #dabi smut #dabi fluff

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