"Every Step You Take Shakes The Earth Around You In A 10 Mile Radius." I Actually Gasped

"Every step you take shakes the earth around you in a 10 mile radius." I actually gasped

8:25 Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader

Tag(s): BLURB, cursing, established relationship, ooc(?) Word Count: 462

"I think I could win against prime All might."

Bakugo turned to look at you like you had three heads. Normally when people say these outrageous statements, he can't help but yell and swing, but you were the one who said it, and you don't even laugh like you were kidding. The both of you were now sat in your dorm's common area. You on the couch, him on the floor using the coffee table for his homework. You're scrolling on your phone like what you said was completely normal and non provoking to a super all might like himself (he could deny that fact, but you know about the card residing in his pocket).

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

You raised your eyebrow, sparing half a glance at the boy in front of you before turning your attention back to your phone. "Like c'mon, a quiet sneak attack, with a quick stab in the neck from behind? He's cooked."

Yeah, Bakugo has now lost whatever interest in his homework. He was not getting provoked! "And how would your dumbass sneak on him? Every step you take shakes the earth around you in a 10 mile radius."

Now it was your attention getting grabbed. You turned off your phone, leaning it against your chest and you looking back up to the blonde. "First of all, I'm lighter than you."

Extra emphasis on you. "And secondly, I can sneak around better than you. You literally yell every where you go, literally anyone can be sneakier than you."

"Yeah but you whistle when you breathe like some fucking asthmatic dork. You should stop that first."

"Stop what?" You narrowed your eyes. "Stop breathing?"

"Yes." He didn't even hesitate, not even a change in his facial expression. "Stop breathing."

"Stop ruining my plan? I can't assassinate All Might if I die from not breathing??"

You're waving your hands around as you talk while Bakugo just shrugged and rudely chuckled in your face and turned back to his homework. "You can't even kill a fly, but go ahead."

You stared daggers as the back of Bakugo's head, how dare he not play into your joke? He was not acting like boyfriend material right now. You just rolled your eyes and sat up. You grabbed your phone, throwing the device at his head.

Shooting your arms in the air, you just yelled, "bullseye!"

You chuckled and watched the slowness at which Bakugo turned his head. Oh you were soo in trouble. This was 100 percent your cue to run out the room at top speed. Nicely enough, Bakugo was gracious enough to give you a small head start, because he definitely wasn't going to play into your delusions, keeping you humble was just much better.

PRESENTING pro hero───

─飯田天哉. Īda Ten'ya

also known as Turbo Hero: Ingenium

“Because giving help that's not asked for… is what makes a true hero.”

Earnest. Disciplined. Noble.

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this is so sweet omg

✮ tags ; gn! reader, established relationship, fluff, alcohol.

"Shouto,"

"Hm?"

"You're drunk,"

Your boyfriend leans his head on your shoulder and makes a noise in the back of his throat. "A bit."

More than a bit, you think. In actuality, you don't think you've ever seen him this drunk before. He's okay with alcohol, usually - but tends to stay away from drinking too much. You think the last time you saw him get actually drunk at all, you were both twenty and he was barely tipsy then.

He doesn't like getting drunk, he's told you before. A few times. The lack of control and hazy memories make him just slightly anxious, so he's careful around liquor.

You've been dating for years now, and unless he's living some double-life (a different one than being a hero) - you've never seen him get this wasted. Ever. To everyone else in your surroundings, it probably doesn't look that way.

But you've spent enough time to know him, and he's not like this usually. Nowhere near as absent minded he is now, at least. He hasn't been able to sit still since he downed that last bottle of shochu. He went to go play with Bakugou's cat, Momo and you couldn't find him afterwards. You lost sight of him for about half-an-hour until you finally found him in the living room while everyone else was outside, feeding Momo some treat that squeezes from a tube.

(You still don't know where or how he found where Bakugou kept the treats, but you decide it's better you don't ask. Plausible deniability, or something.)

You're both grown-ups, and you're not one to worry about his liquor intake. Still, though - you're worried. Even if it seems like he's not different to everyone else, you can tell. And it's bothering you.

"Shouto," You call out to him, your hands reaching to pet the back of his neck. He's a head taller than you, and a little heavy. Palms smooth against the prickly ends of his hair - tapered and neat. He presses his cheek to your shoulder. "Shouto, love."

"Oh," He says, suddenly remember where he is. He stands up but doesn't back away far enough to give you space. You're in a far off empty corner. Most people are in the backyard but Shouto wanted some air - so you're crowded against a wooden fence and wall with your boyfriend locking you in out by the entrance. He smells nice, you think - clean with a soft touch of aftershave. You look up at him. "Hi,"

"You're drunk," You repeat, watching him blink rapidly - bleary eyes and the faintest line of a smile whenever he glances at you. He's bent over, staring at you hard. "Is something wrong?"

His expression is the same as always. Unchangingly neutral with a strong and uncharacteristic rosiness to it. Your boyfriend is handsome, alarmingly so. You're aware of it constantly, but this new face knocks the air out of your lungs.

He's... pouting you think. But not fully. His lips aren't drawn together, it's subtle like most expressions on him.

But it's...there. You're not imagining it - the soft furrow of his brow, the press of his lips. His expression grows warmer and it only makes you more confused. He shakes it off, all of a sudden, a micro-expression that fades just as quickly as it appears.

"I'm okay."

"Are you?""

He blinks slowly at that. Concern aside, you can't help but think he's cute like this. His ears are pink enough to stick out against his skin, cold air making them flush even darker.

"I'm okay," He says, then looks at you. He sobers up if only for that moment. "Had something on my mind."

"Something you can't tell me?"

"It's supposed to be a secret," He mumbles. He's really drunk. You realize this late. "So I don't know if I can."

"Mm," You reply. You feel like doting on him suddenly, so you do, petting the back of his neck before hugging him a little. "That's okay."

He follows up with a light groan. You've never heard him complain like that, so you laugh. "But I want to tell you."

"I promise I'll keep your secret at least."

He smiles at you more fully that time.

He pauses for a minute, thinking it over. You don't do or say anything in return. A beat passes of you two standing and swaying with silence where Shout to grabs your hands from in front of you. You think he's being affectionate again, wanting to hold them.

He draws your hands to his pocket though. The angle is awkward, makes you bend your wrist on the inside of coat pocket until you feel something hard and square touch your fingers. It's velvet from the material. A box of some kind.

...A box?

Shouto guides your hand again, this time out. When you pull it out, his palm is over yours. It's a jewellery box. You blink a few times, confused. Shouto hasn't let go of your hand.

"I keep missing the timing," He says, hiccuping. The lack of sobriety more clear than ever from the slight slur in his words. "It's been in my pockets for a while."

Your eyes go wide open. You can feel your own confusion and excitement twist and tangle inside of you, frantic to get a better read on the situation. He smiles down at you, disarmingly and then closes his eyes. His forehead is warm as it touches yours.

"...I thought you didn't want to married. Not really, at least." You whisper.

"Me too," He says, a wetness to his laugh that tugs at your heart . "It was on a whim. I wanted to talk to you about it. But." He frowns a little "It's tough."

You chuckle, a sudden wetness to your voice too. "I bet it was,"

He smiles at you, big and stupid. "I love you," He closes is eyes and presses his forehead to yours more. "Thank you for everything."

"Shouto," You repeat, unsure of what else to say. "What brought this up?"

"Mm," He shrugs, getting sleepier by the minute. "I thought giving you my last name would make you suffer." He admits, soft and unsure. "But taking yours. That felt...okay. Felt nice."

"You're silly."

"Yes," He says, not denying it. "And I love you."

"And you love me." You repeat, a grin splitting your face. Big tears at the corner of your eyes, making your vision sting and your cheeks ache. You look up at him again. "Enough to marry me?"

He seems almost sheepish that time. "If you'll have me."

"Are you sober enough to even remember this?"

His embarrassment makes him blush and laugh again. "My heart is beating so loud I'm a little afraid of it. So yes. I'm sure I'll remember." He admits.

"Let's get married, then." You repeat to him, so achingly happy you think you could die. You wonder when to tell your friends. Bakugou will be pissed you did at his place. "If you'll have me."

He smiles. "I'd like too."

You lean up to press a kiss to his mouth, and Shouto holds you there to kiss you longer than you expect. When you're done kissing, he's smiling.

"Anymore secrets?"

He thinks on it, then hums.

"We should get a cat."

PRESENTING ─────pro hero

Stun Gun Hero: Chargebolt

スタンガンヒーロー・チャージズマ

個性 Kosei ─Electrification ϟ his quirk allows him to store electricity and discharge it.

a mess but he's trying his best <3

kaminari denki, everyone

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bakugou pauses mid-sentence, then leans in, pressing his face right into your neck.

you squirm, trying to push him away. his nose brushes against your skin, and a reluctant laugh escapes you. you put your hands on his chest and push.

“stop! you know i’m ticklish there,” you tell him.

he grips your waist, holding you in place. his eyes narrow.

“what the fuck is that?” he says.

“what?” you furrow your brow, leaning back to look into his face. “what’s what?”

bakugou scowls. “you smell like shitty cologne.”

“what?” you turn your head, attempting to smell yourself. you do catch a wisp of scent on you. “oh! it got cold out, and i forgot my jacket so todoroki lent me his. his cologne must’ve rubbed off on me.”

“why the hell would you take it?” bakugou says, scowl deepening.

“it was cold!”

“so stay cold.”

“katsuki!”

bakugou reaches up and pinches your nose. “you call me if you’re cold, i’ll bring you something.”

“you were on patrol!” you say, voice nasally. you bat at his hand, and he lets go.

“i don’t give a fuck. now go shower. don’t fucking pull this shit again.”

“you’re so annoying sometimes,” you say. “he was just being nice.”

bakugou drops his head to bite your shoulder.

“are you a dog,” you say, deadpan. your hand reaches up to thread through his hair. you tug at the strands a little.

he growls into you in response, and you break into a smile, laughing.

bakugou in his early 20s who’s never been sexually intimate with anyone. who spends his teenage years working hard to relearn his body, his quirk, how to be a hero. who looks up one day and admits to himself he does want to know what all the fuss is about.

when bakugou asks you to sleep with him, you can only stare at him, wide-eyed, for several long moments.

“fucking forget it,” he snaps, turning away quickly and stomping off to the living room.

his movements snap you out of it, and you shake your head, hurrying after him.

“bakugou, wait, chill!”

you grab his arm, and he shrugs you off. you make an impatient sound.

“dude, you can’t just say something like that and expect people to immediately roll with it. i was just surprised,” you say.

you frown at him, ducking your head to try to meet his eyes, but he refuses to look at you. you know better than to ask if he’s joking. the way he’s reacting says he isn’t.

“whatever,” he says, crossing his arms and throwing himself down onto the couch.

you decide to probe further, see if you can get to the bottom of things. you sit next to him; he doesn’t move away. a good sign.

“what brought this on?” you ask.

he’s silent, stony.

“have you slept with anyone?” bakugou asks, and it’s so low and muttered you barely catch it.

you feel little prickles of self-consciousness, heat warming your face, but push past it.

“yeah,” you say. you hope he doesn’t ask for details.

he sits up, whipping his head to face you.

“what the hell? with who?”

you groan. “bakugou, you don’t need to know that shit. just tell me what this is all about.”

“i will if you tell me who.”

“fuuuuuuck.” you know he won’t let this go. drawing things out will only make things worse. reluctantly, you say, “...shinsou.”

“that sleepy-eyed fuck?” bakugou bares his teeth in a snarl, and you punch his arm.

“don’t be an asshole,” you say, scowling at him. “now tell me what your issue is.”

“let me think about it,” you tell him. “you think about it too. don’t just pick me because i’m the convenient option. i can introduce you to someone, our friends can introduce you to someone…”

“i’m not sleeping with some random fuck,” bakugou says sullenly. “i already thought about it. s’you.”