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not a request but, your writing is really good! you're a very talented writer<3

Thank you so much! I'm glad to hear that people like what I write :D

Imagine saeyoungs big arms giving you a big hug from the night talk pillow Omg the muscles

If you wanna gush about Saeyoung's sensual collarbones, you take that to my wife, @rfaromance. I hope you know that Saeyoung is well aware that you like to gawk at his body. Wipe the drool from your face because he's about to torment you by making sure that the only thing you can look at in your cozy bed is him.

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒: I haven't written in so long, and I haven't written for Dabi/Touya before, so he might be completely OOC. Sorry!! This also took me 2 and a half hours, starting at 2 in the morning, so apologies for any typos!

𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: That's So True by Gracie Abrams. And thanks to @rueclfer for letting me bounce the idea off them!

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Touya Todoroki, ex reader.

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You really aren’t a nosy person. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true, but you usually aren’t so nosy as to keep watch over the guests in each apartment, making excuses for a reason to leave your own apartment every thirty seconds, just to see when, or if, they leave.

You can’t help yourself when it comes to their apartment, though. The one you’ve spent countless hours in, even considering it a home away from home, despite the fact that your actual home was only about five feet away.

But it hasn’t been your second home for a while now. You know the tenants haven’t changed. The decor is the same. But you can’t bring yourself to stay longer than ten minutes. Not when he’s home.

Touya Todoroki, your ex-boyfriend. You dated for three years and know nearly everything about each other, but even though you both swore you’d make it through thick and thin together, it didn’t work out the way you’d hoped. Life never seemed to.

You knew you’d never be able to replace him, but you also knew you were tying each other down. It was for the better this way… It’d sting, but you could manage alone for a while.

Apparently, you were the only one who felt that way, though.

You hadn’t meant to be nosy; you just happened to be taking out your garbage at the same time the woman entered Touya’s apartment. Sure, he shared the place with Keigo, but you hadn’t seen the winged man all day, and no sensible person would invite someone over when they weren’t even home. Which must mean one thing.

Touya’s moved on. Found a new girl to replace you, just like that. You can’t deny she’s pretty, but the fact that he could move on after being with you for three years stung a little. More than a little. It hurt like hell.

But it wasn’t your place to care anymore. It wasn’t like he was cheating. He’s a ‘free bird’ as Keigo liked to joke. You didn’t find it funny.

You didn’t recognize the girl. She wasn’t anyone you’d seen with the League, and she certainly wasn’t Touya’s sister. You’d met Fuyumi before, and as far as you knew, she was the only Todoroki daughter. Besides, they don’t even look alike.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had no more excuses to roam the halls, and anyway, it wasn’t like you couldn’t talk to your neighbors about guests, right?

As you marched across the hall, you almost felt bad for the earful Touya was in for. Almost. He deserved it for this little stunt.

Just as you raise your fist to bang on the door and demand he come out and talk to you like a man, the door swings open. The fiery drive from mere seconds before is extinguished with the sound of the creaking hinges, leaving you feeling off-kilter. Unfortunately for you, there’s no task to suddenly rush off to complete or explain your sudden presence right outside his door.

He leans against the doorframe lazily, as he always does when people leave the apartment, as if he wants to make sure they know their stay is over, and not to try and reenter.

As the girl makes her way down the hall, you decide now’s actually the best time to return to your own apartment, no lecture necessary. She’s gone now, there’s no problem if he wants to have friends…

“Y’need something?” He asks, staying put against the doorframe, despite the visitor being long gone by this point.

You can’t just ignore him. He’s only being polite, after all. And besides, it’s not like you’re angry at him.

Actually. Yeah, you are still a little angry with him.

You spin around to face him again, taking in his lazy posture, the raised eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest. The way he still somehow towers over you, even when he’s slouching—

Focus.

“Uh,” You say, plastering a friendly smile on your lips. What are you even doing?

“Uh?” He echoes teasingly, clearly finding amusement in your position, caught red-handed standing outside his door like that.

“You had a guest.”

You can’t think of anything better to say, and you mentally kick yourself for pointing out the obvious. Why are you so awkward anyway? It’s just Touya.

He snorts at that, nodding slowly.

“Clearly.” His tone is sarcastic, but not exactly rude. Still, he’s not taking you seriously.

“And? Is she any good?” You suddenly feel less squirmy. He needs to understand. Needs to take this seriously.

His eyebrows fly up, and for a moment, he’s got nothing to say.

“I mean, how long have you known her? You’re obviously comfortable enough to invite her over. And she’s okay with the fact that you sometimes cry after sex? Or did that suddenly change since we broke up?”

You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, just that you need to get it all out. Your mouth is working faster than your brain, and you don’t even consider the fact that you actually have no idea what kind of relationship they may or may not have.

“I mean, she’s pretty, yeah, but that can’t be all there is, right? Is she, like, super emotionally deep? Or maybe she doesn’t take anything seriously; maybe that’s how she’s better-”

By this point, Touya’s overcome his shock, simply looking at you with an amused smirk, head tilted slightly as if looking down at a puppy making noises for something it can’t communicate, try as it might.

“You done?” He asks simply, giving you a moment to collect yourself and calm the thoughts whirling around your brain at one million miles per second.

Considering his question, you realize that you’ve already talked at him long enough and haven’t even given him a chance to answer a single one of your accusations. Your shoulders slump slightly as you give a nod.

“As flattering as it is that you think I could find someone that quick, she wasn’t here for me. She was here for the bird.” He offers his reassurance with a chuckle and a smirk you know isn’t meant to charm, but it somehow does anyway.

“I thought Keigo wasn’t home,” You defend, losing all of your previous steam.

“He wasn’t, earlier. He’s conked out on the couch right now, but I assure you he’s very much here.” Touya straightens up, taking a step to the side, no longer blocking your view into the apartment. Just as Touya had said, Keigo is sprawled out across their couch in the living room.

You suddenly feel so stupid. All of these baseless accusations thrown around, and the only thing it proved was that you clearly still weren’t over him. And now you’d made it clear as day to him, too. Getting jealous over an assumption. What an idiot.

“You know I don’t invite people into my home, Sweets,” Touya interrupts your internal berating, and you’re so hung up on the familiar, almost bittersweet nickname dripping off his tongue like the sweetest honey that you almost miss the next words out of his mouth.

“No one but you.”

Words to describe facial expressions

Absent: preoccupied 

Agonized: as if in pain or tormented

Alluring: attractive, in the sense of arousing desire

Appealing: attractive, in the sense of encouraging goodwill and/or interest

Beatific: blissful

Black: angry or sad, or hostile

Bleak: hopeless

Blinking: surprise, or lack of concern

Blithe: carefree, lighthearted, or heedlessly indifferent

Brooding: anxious and gloomy

Bug eyed: frightened or surprised

Chagrined: humiliated or disappointed

Cheeky: cocky, insolent

Cheerless: sad

Choleric: hot-tempered, irate

Darkly: with depressed or malevolent feelings

Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humor

Despondent: depressed or discouraged

Doleful: sad or afflicted

Dour: stern or obstinate

Dreamy: distracted by daydreaming or fantasizing

Ecstatic: delighted or entranced

Faint: cowardly, weak, or barely perceptible

Fixed: concentrated or immobile

Gazing: staring intently

Glancing: staring briefly as if curious but evasive

Glazed: expressionless due to fatigue or confusion

Grim: fatalistic or pessimistic

Grave: serious, expressing emotion due to loss or sadness

Haunted: frightened, worried, or guilty

Hopeless: depressed by a lack of encouragement or optimism

Hostile: aggressively angry, intimidating, or resistant

Hunted: tense as if worried about pursuit

Jeering: insulting or mocking

Languid: lazy or weak

Leering: sexually suggestive

Mild: easygoing

Mischievous: annoyingly or maliciously playful

Pained: affected with discomfort or pain

Peering: with curiosity or suspicion

Peeved: annoyed

Pleading: seeking apology or assistance

Quizzical: questioning or confused

Radiant: bright, happy

Sanguine: bloodthirsty, confident

Sardonic: mocking

Sour: unpleasant

Sullen: resentful

Vacant: blank or stupid looking

Wan: pale, sickly

Wary: cautious or cunning

Wide eyed: frightened or surprised

Withering: devastating

Wrathful: indignant or vengeful

Wry: twisted or crooked to express cleverness or a dark or ironic feeling

Omg everyone who suggested knew what they were doing. Your art never ceases to amaze me 💝

saeyoung in white cherry, please?????? he'd SLAY

Omw to the club actin like a slut 💅

Hi! This may sound like an odd request, but I just thought of a Non-Despair AU where Kokcihi and Nagito are like, frenemeies. Like,, they hate eachother's guts (Or, more accurately, Kokichi loves to make fun of him and Nagito takes it like a champ).

While I would like to request a friendfic where Reader acts as a mediator, I'm totally happy just hearing headcanons or your thoughts on this!

Sorry for the long message, I just got hyper lol

Ooh that sounds so fun! I could do that for you! It might take a little bit since it'll probably be a longer fic but I'll get on it asap :D

Oh I just love when I’m typing a story and my computer shuts down and loses like ALL of the progress from the past hour :,)