fluff :p gn!reader, reader has a quirk, kissing cringe, not entirely proofread, lmk if there are other warnings
the first time that bakugou katsuki was teased by the students of class 1-a, midoriya was shocked to his core. baffled. taken aback. astounded.
so imagine his shock when the bakugou katsuki chases after someone, rather than the other way around.
oh, midoriya is floored because when they were in middle school, the explosive blond would (literally) blow up any love confessions he received, ruining the beautifully decorated cards, and crumpling any boxes of chocolates that people would gift him. his reputation around school with romance was not great, but that did not seem to deter people. he had a good quirk, good looks, and good grades, a big three of requirements for a love interest, apparently.
even though bakugou did not know how to interact with anyone rather than giving them the stink eye.
it got to the point that bakugou seemed to not have an ounce of compassion or romantic urge within him, too in love with the grind to adore another.
then, you came along.
beautiful, powerful, talented you. graceful with your quirk, competent in the field, and loved by your classmates, it seemed like you had bakugou charmed too.
midoriya noticed when the small things began happening, such as bakugou addressing you by your name rather than a ridiculous nickname, complimenting you- albeit gruffly, but nevertheless complimenting you, or even catching him looking at you during class. since you were seated across the room, it did not take a genius to know that bakugou was distracted from his studies, specifically because of you.
then, towards the end of first year, you officially become (dare i say) friends.
but the purely platonic vibe is never really there. you piss bakugou off to the point that he’s chasing you around campus, giggling at his empty threats as he catches you by the waist, holding you for a little too long.
bakugou takes the initiative to be as close to you as possible; always settling for the seat beside you on the couch, tugging you by your shirt towards him when he deems you’ve strayed too far away, and letting you be the taste-tester for his meals.
you take the time to talk him through his temper tantrums, calming him with ease despite performing a task that midoriya thought was impossible. you’re patient with bakugou, mindful to give him space whilst not treating him like a child that has been banned from the candy jar. you handle him at his worse, despite all the metaphorical explosives in your face.
bakugou works you through your struggles. your quirk is not cooperating with you? he offers you solutions. struggling with classwork? just ask bakugou and he’s telling you to sit your ass down so he can explain to you what is happening. although, unlike how he treats kirishima, he bides and explains everything to you civilly until you understand, even when you’re frustrated by your own shortcomings.
bakugou’s chasing after you and he’s running, sprinting as fast as his legs might allow.
he asks his friends for advice, they all come up with nothing worthy of you, and he was not going to confess to you like those pussy ass middle schoolers.
no, because where they looked at him like he was some sort of eye-candy; a prize to be won, he looks at you as if you’re his fucking limited edition all might card that he so desperately wanted signed. as materialistic as that sounds, that (stupidly cool) card is something he treasures, carefully laminated in a memory book where the card itself takes up a whole page of its own.
he too looks at you with soft gazes, and a desire to keep you with him as long as you’ll allow.
bakugou’s chasing after you and he’s using his explosions to increase his speed, wanting to close the distance in between.
but he skids to a halt one night. when the heart palpitations cease his rate completely, all the air is drained from his lungs, and the quivering of his limbs just stop, because you have just kissed him, on the balcony of his dorm, with the sun setting in the background.
he chases after you, knowing nothing but you, beautiful, powerful, talented you, as bakugou pulls you into a breathtaking kiss.
his heart is now revived, yearning for nothing but you, the air has returned for him to share with you the magnitude of his adorations, and his limbs are frantically holding onto your face.
he realises now that this chase has never been one-sided, and that you have been running to meet him in the middle after all this time.
midoriya is a little less shocked when he receives the news that you and bakugou katsuki are now dating.
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God's Face
"Who told you?"
"God."
And God wasn't a winged Angel.
It wasn't the thing that echoed in his mind telling him to come home, join the flock, YOU'RE ONE OF US, ADAM.
Nor was it the thing in the television; the man who stole the child from his crib, cradling him in his arms, crooning, "My sweet boy…"
God was a static face. One of shock. One of terror. One of knowledge.
And It told him everything.
What he would become. What he would do. Who he would lose. Who he would gain.
His life. His purpose. His answers.
He learned it all that night. From that face, that shocked face. That sunken eyed, elongated jawed, black, white, and dread-inducing face.
God's face.
Ever the fool, he didn't listen. Too arrogant and caught up in his meaningless struggles to even understand.
He didn't understand.
But God knew this would happen.
This happened every time. No matter how hard It tried.
And so, the cycle would repeat. The Catalyst would awaken, the fate of the Jester would unfold, and God would come from that.
And God would try again.
For, God's face was his own, and his face was God's.
"Who told you?"
"God."
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i just like the thought of avery having to pimp his kid out to quinn to keep his job.
content warning. quinn being nasty, nonconned reader but its vague, incest, lots of cum talk
just, he fucks up, his temper accidentally gets the better of him and oof, its rough. but he's come so far! he has his perfect life in society, and might have gotten saddled with a kid, but its been nothing but perks so far.
But fuck.
The only thing Quinn wants is Avery's cute kid, who has been kept safe from the Town's nasty, but you're just a tasty little morsel that's been kept dangling at the end of a fishing line in shark infested waters.
Avery's hands shake on the steering wheel when he drops you off. He loves you, he doesn't want this, but for his and your future... He has to.
He watches you go in but when he drives away, he's called on the phone. Quinn wants him to come and watch. Watch you get molested. He watches Quinn slip his hands down your trousers, the way he licks at your neck and chest even as you beg for your father to make him stop but he doesn't. In fact he gets hard. And he doesn't hide it. Just watches you.
Doesn't help that you look so much like the cute orphan that dumped you on him in the first place before leaving. The one he fucked until they cried in his car and tucked the money the earned into their underwear. Like how Quinn is doing now with you, kissing your smugly on the lips as he pulled a gift out of his pocket, a pricy necklace that he drapes around your bruised neck, cum splattered all over your body.
Avery drives you back in silence, his suit jacket the only thing covering your body. But he doesn't say anything, not an apology, not about Quinn's cum staining his leather seats. But he's thinking one question.
Did you cum?
As he shifts the gear, instead of keeping his hand on it, he places it on your thigh. You sniff and he just slowly starts to slide it up, just until his finger presses against Quinn's cooling cum.
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