vote for your favourite islanders: bakugou and y/n!
love island!bakugou x f.reader
a 5.4k headcanon of you and bakugou’s journey on love island. like it’s literally a whole season beginning to end. i went crazy writing this. i started and couldn’t stop. (youre gonna have to know like the general gist of the show to read this and it’s based on the british one because i am bri’ish :)). (if there’s typos i’ll fix them another day lol)
fluff, angst, only one line of smut (more suggestive) pg-16 i’d say, like the actual show lol
· bakugou katsuki knows exactly what he wants in a girl. from physical attributes to personality and there’s no way he’s about to settle for anything less
· he’s in the first set of boys so he gets to choose whether to step forward for any of the girls
· he doesn’t. which isn’t surprising to the rest of the cast (pro hero dynamight is known for being picky with his girls)
· all the girls line up for him though, frowning at whatever girl he’s already temporarily partnered up with
· ends up with one girl who’s okay he thinks. knows he’s gonna end up with her and gonna friendzone her as soon as possible.
· soon enough when they’re settled in the villa she and all the other girls know he’s practically made himself off limits.
· choosing to sleep in the spare beds or the day beds instead of his assigned one. doesn’t make a morning coffee for anyone but himself and is only as friendly as bakugou can be with everyone.
· till one evening, everyone’s dressed in their best fast fashion pieces when the first pretty bombshell girl rolls in
· it’s you. and bakugou is in love. or maybe not love but he stares are you with a lust filled gaze and damn, he wants to be coupled with you.
· he makes his intentions clear to the rest of the boys. simply says, “i like her” when he notices you walk in first, getting up from his seat, extra flute of prosecco in hand as he walks over to you.
· the rest of the cast just stares at him, eyes wide at the fact this is the first time he’s shown interest in any girl the few days he’s been here. even the camera crew is focused on him, zooming in at him and everyone’s reactions to it.
· you look a little nervous, disguised by your tight little dress, makeup done perfectly and hair falling prettily in place. gazing at the cast all around the firepit, you send a little wave, “hey everybody!”
· but before you could step any closer, already a man is jogging up the steps to you. dressed in a loose silky green shirt, but his pectorals stand prominently with black dress pants. and shit. he’s so fine. you’re no longer thinking of how you’re looking because it’s your first time on tv. but instead, damn, who is this and you needa know more now.
· to your luck, he offers you the flute, a slanted smirk on his face as his eyes flick over your body. it makes you stand up straighter. “thank fuck. i’ve been waiting for you to come in.”
· you laugh nervously, accepting the drink and taking a sip to hide the fact you’re hot all over from this very attractive man’s presence.
· “for me? do we know each other?”
· “nope. but we’re about too.”
· the first night you both aren’t coupled up yet but bakugou is making it very clear he wants you, without saying it specifically. and you’re into the attention.
· he’s been low-key flirting all night, staring at you over the top of his drink and floating around you whenever you talk with the other guys. even if you didn’t want to think about bakugou, well he’s making sure you don’t forget him.
· when you’re getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth at the sink he comes to join you and holy shit you’re trying your best to keep your emotions together. no way are you about to stare at his waterboard abs and the way he’s perfectly tanned and his underwear is hanging so low and-
· no, you keep brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in the mirror.
· he leans against the wall and crosses his arms. he’s totally not staring at the way you’re braless and half your ass is hanging out in those tiny shorts.
· “where’re you sleepin’ tonight?”
· “one of the spare beds. one of the girls even asked to share in case i felt lonely.”
· “wanna keep me company in the day bed?”
· and you can’t lie, the shock written over your face. in the most attractive way you can, you spit out your toothpaste and wipe your face.
· “you’re already moving on from your couple?” you tease with a smile, because you want him so bad. you hope he can’t tell yet.
· “nah we were just put together, we both don’t want each other. friendship couple shit.”
· now you turn to him, cocking one hip and crossing your arms. it only pushes your breasts up.
· “awh, you’re so kind. offering her the bed while you sleep outside with the mosquitoes.” you flirt.
· he only rolls his eyes, “what can i say? i’m a gentleman.”
· you send him a laugh, walking past him. into the girl’s makeup room to get your slippers.
· he follows lazily behind you, arms still crossed and eyes taunting you on their own, “so what, you wanna share babe?”
· was this the right choice? already sharing a bed with a guy on your first day? fuck it.
· “yeah sure. no touching though, this is just a tester,” you wiggle your finger at him, now in your slippers to walk past him to the day bed outside, bakugou following beside you hot on your tail.
· and to your luck, there’s no touching, not even a kiss which itself was a test with the heavy sexual tension between you both. though, not that your bar for men was low but you liked how he simply respected your wishes, didn’t try anything with you at all. just some light chatter and giggles, before slipping off to sleep.
· and from then on you guys are two peas in a pod. the couple everyone thinks will last the longest, the couple all the viewers at home love and definitely the couple that will secure the most brand deals when you leave.
· the sexual tension stays between you both at all times. fluttering touches at your waist, his single finger tracing the length of your thigh when you sit next to him and the staring between you both is constant.
· both across the kitchen counter and you’re there with heart eyes and your sunglasses at the tip of your nose. when he cooks, you’re staring at the length of his toned body, the way he chops up some fruit for you or the way he makes your iced coffee. and when you’re not near him he’ll always randomly find you and hand it over to you. making you feel like a teenage girl the way he moves so nonchalantly, treating you so daintily and making it clear you’re coupled with him, even when you weren’t officially.
· bakugou was adamant that your first kiss can’t be in a challenge. he wanted it to be serious, real and not sloppy for the sake of winning some dumb prize. so one evening, everyone dressed their prettiest, the day before the first recoupling, he calls you over for a chat.
· in your head you’re begging that he’s gonna talk about what you think he’s gonna talk about.
· bakugou’s quick, mouth open before your ass has even touched the seat, “so I’m gonna come out with it just incase you don’t want it and we can go do whatever the fuck we were doin’.”
· you just nod, waiting for him to continue. your foot is tapping impatiently on the ground and you’re staring at his lips, the way they curve when he talks and his bright red eyes that are intimidating from afar but so welcoming up close.
· “tomorrow’s the recouplin’ and i just wanted to see if we’re on the same page. if you’d like to recouple with me?”
· you don’t give in to your wants to wrap your arms around this man’s neck and kiss him senseless, because yes you wanna recouple with him, you wanna do a little more too. instead, you just calmly say, “sure, i’d like to couple up with you.”
· bakugou lets out a short laugh, “sure, I’d like to couple up with you” he mimics in your voice and you hit his arm, “easy for you to sound calm when I’m the one doin’ the askin’. i know you want me just as much as i want you.”
· you’re obsessed with his bluntness, so you do it back, “yeah that’s true. do you wanna do something about it or should i?” you’re sentence falling to a whisper, and you can tell from bakugou’s dilated pupils that he’s just as excited.
· simultaneously your heads move in closer, and you feel like youre in a disney movie, noses touching and his breath tickling your lips he whispers, “you’re beautiful.”
· your heart is literally burning and you could have screamed at how cute and at the same time how high the sexual tension between you both was. you crash your lips onto his and bakugou’s quick to cup your cheek, whilst you grip his hair. you’re sitting on him at this point, legs swinging off his lap as he pulls you closer.
· the only thing that pulls you both away, wasn’t the fact you were lacking air but the screams and cheers from the rest of the islanders.
· you guys win the majority of the challenges or are always in the top 3. bakugou is competitive as fuck which excites you and makes you want to try your best just to make him happy. in the interview room when you guys are messy, either drenched with paint or some type of food and youre excitedly chatting to the camera about what happened and he’s love struck by you, staring at your lips as you talk. causes the embarrassing moment when he doesn’t realise you’ve asked him a question because he’s staring so intently.
· “katsuki (you’re on first name basis now too lol) ?! katsuki i asked you a question!”
· and he’s blinking like he’s clearing his thoughts, he looks dead in the camera with an awkward thumbs up, “i agree with what she said.”
· you only slap his arm and roll your eyes with a dopey smile because he’s so ENDEARING !!! he nudges his nose into your cheek to kiss you hehe
· JEALOUSYYYYY surprisingly it comes from you first !!!
· a new girl is about to come into the villa and texted two boys she wants to meet on a date beforehand and to your disgust she chooses your man.
· and youre repeating in your head it’s just a game, that’s the point ! but the newcomers have been watching the show, she knows you both are together !!! does she wanna break you both up on purpose??
· and when katsuki is getting dressed for his date with this random girl, you stroll in with a pout, your arms crossed grumpily in the skimpiest bikini.
· “what’s with your face, pretty?” he asks, staring at you through the mirror as he buttons up a white linen shirt.
· “what do you think? you’re going on a fucking date.” and you’re glaring off to the side because it’s not his fault but he doesn’t even look uncomfortable with it.
· “stop with that shit, you’re the only girl i’m gonna want in this place. you think i’m gonna throw everything we’ve got away? you’ve got it fucked babe.” and he leans in to give you a kiss on your lips, hand trailing down to squeeze at your bare ass. as he’s about to pull away, you pull him back in, catching his tongue while his mouth is open. you guys make out, only interrupted by someone walking through the door.
· “woah y/n, you know he’s coming back right?” kirishima laughs, all dressed up as the second pick for the date.
· you pull away from katsuki, turning around to face kirishima while bakugou adjusts his trousers if you know what i mean.
· “i know. just so he doesn’t forget me.”
· and on the date bakugou’s civil, polite, doing the bare minimum so nobody could say he was necessarily rude. bringing you up in conversation with the girl as much as he can so she gets the message.
· makes you smile wide when the girl comes to the villa later and pulls you aside to say how katsuki wouldn’t stop talking about you on the date and didn’t do anything with her. was even gonna give her a handshake to say goodbye before the producers asked him to give her a hug. and your chest warms up to the brim, your eyes even start to water and you blame it on the fact you’ve been trapped in this villa for a few weeks now and perhaps it’s the insanity that makes it feel like love. you say thank you to the girl as she hopes there’s no hard feelings between you both and you nod and say there’s not.
· right after though bakugou jogs over to you on the long swinging bench, dressed back in his shorts since he’s seen you tear up whilst talking to the girl.
· he cups your head and moving chest to chest with you. “what did she say? why’d she make you cry?” he wipes your tears with his thumbs and it makes you wanna cry more because he’s so sweet.
· “you! you made me cry!”
· “hah? she didn’t say i did something did she?”
· “yes, she said u did everything !!” and bakugou is quick to let go of your face, about to storm over to her when you rest your palm softly on his chest. it soothes him instantly. “said how you spoke about me loads and didn’t flirt with her once. even said you were a little boring.” you giggle, smiling toothily at him.
· “huh.” he pauses, blushing slightly. “well i said you’re the only girl i want, didn’t i?”
· “yeah, guess you did.” you blink at him twice before throwing yourself at him in a hug, catching him off guard as he falls back into the swinging sofa, his hands on your waist. you kiss all over his face, leaving no place untouched and he laughs under you, all rough and boyish. has the cameras zooming in because he’s rarely ever like this.
· kirishima and new girl on his arm, her names momo you later learn, strolls up the strange scene. “what’s going on here?” he laughs. bakugou’s laid flat whilst you’re on top of him, one of his legs hanging off the bench.
· “nothin’. (you’re catching onto the way he speaks now, leaving the gs off words. bkg calls u his mini me and so do the viewers) he just likes me. a lot.”
· and bakugou says nothing to that because it’s true, only runs his hand up your side and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
· first time bakugou lives up to his explosive personality is when one of the guys is chatting shit about you. one of your best friends in the villa, mina is partnered up with him and you’ve just told her you don’t think he’s gonna be loyal to her. you laid out the facts and the evidence, even some other girls agreeing.
· with you and the girls chatting together across the villa, bakugou’s staying out the drama (only ever in it when he’s gossiping privately to you lmao bakugou is a GOSSIP !). only when he’s making a drink for himself, he can hear mina’s guy chatting the most shit saying how you’re a snake, you’re fake and how you only care about the money so you’re ruining every other couple in order to win.
· now bakugou can ignore when people say stuff about him. he knows what’s right about himself so what’s the point? but your name getting dragged through the dirt? he’s not having it.
· so, he plops down in a seat beside the guy who’s been doing all the talking. not surprised at everyone’s wide eyes and the way they’ve stopped talking in his presence.
· “what? keep talkin’ then. i already heard you when i was in the kitchen.” and bakugou is taunting him with his eyes, daring him to continue.
· and the guy tries to play it off, “ha, calm down bakugou, man. i’m just playing around. your girl just likes to stir up a bit of trouble.”
· and the tensions high, bakugou’s eyes turning to slits, “nah man, i think she’s right. if you’re so mad about the situation go fix it. not chatting shit about y/n when she can’t defend herself.” then for good measure he adds, “fuckin’ prick.”
· and the guy, with nothing to say and his pride hurt stands up abruptly, only making bakugou gaze up at him unaffected. (this is about to sound really british but I AM BRITISH LMAO) “wot you say?? do you wanna go or something?? say it with your chest bro.”
· and bakugou does not care about this guy, not one bone in his body nervous. he stands up, standing an inch taller and multiple inches wider. “i said you’re a fucking prick. don’t let me catch you even mentioning y/n again.”
· at this point the rest of the guys have stood up so a fight doesn’t escalate and the love island security is on standby but they wanna keep the cameras rolling as long as possible. you and the girls have noticed the commotion, you jogging to the scene with your water bottle in hand.
· “what’s going on babe?” you panic, looking between bakugou and the guy.
· “nothin’ babe,” is all he says whilst you grab his hand to drag him to sit on the day bed. his two best friends kirishima and kaminari, who just came back in from a date roll up too, plopping beside you both.
· bakugou catches you three up on what happened, and in the next island vote that guy is out lmao.
· one of your first and only troubling incidents was of course casa amour !! when you found the postcard with lots of photos of the boys living it up in the new villa. your darling bakugou seated with a new girl on his lap and your heart literally drops to your ass. (you know the newest season when chloe finds the postcard of all the boys at casa amour???)
· your eyes are already bubbling up with tears running to the other girls and thrusting it in their faces. they all immediately look for their man who’s doing something even worse. still being so lovely they comfort you, arms around your shoulders and you comfort them too.
· words like “you know bakugou more than all of us. do you really think he’s already found a new girl after a couple days??”
· but you’re already sniffing, so obsessed with bakugou (you know the islanders get a little bonkers with no outside contact lol) and feeling utterly heartbroken. you’re not sure what to believe. with only this postcard as any memory of him and it looking like he’s moving on with another girl, you’re assuming the worst.
· so, like a few other girls you try to talk to the new boys that have come to your villa while the others are in casa amour. you chat to one of the boys that were interested in you from the start but you clearly stated already that you were off limits.
· his name is shindou and although he’s nice and sweet he’s not your katsuki. and you miss him like hell. still sleeping in the day bed with mina and momo, and gossiping about the boys in casa.
· when the day rolls around for the boys to come back, you decided not to pair up with shindou which he understood, keeping with your gut that katsuki will come back alone.
· which to nobodies’ surprise but you, he did !! and you wanted to laugh at the way he looked so nervous when he scanned for your face and then completely relieved when nobody was beside you. he gave you one massive bear hug, kissing your face all over, whispering “i missed you” between every one.
· (articles on the outside going wild at how pro hero dynamights gone soft and jokingly how he needs to come back to save lives or you’ll make him a househusband)
· you accept all his love, his grin wide as he sits at the campfire with you. “i knew you’d wait for me.”
· but you’re quick, postcard still on your mind, “wish i could say the same about you.” you whispered, but everyone picked up on it.
· “hah? what do you mean?”
· “we’ll talk about it later.” you whisper, not wanting to cause a scene because it could be nothing.
· and as soon as the campfire scene is over, the cast is back in the villa with a few new faces, bakugou finds you immediately, dragging you to the top of the terrace.
· “tell me what you meant. you didn’t think i’d come back for you?”
· “the postcard katsuki. why was another girl sitting on your lap?”
· and bakugou’s head is spinning from the accusation. and a postcard? what postcard?
· you feel anger bubbling up in your chest. “they sent us a postcard with pictures of you guys in casa. there was a picture of you with a girl on your lap.” you say it with a blank face, refusing to touch him.
· “a girl on my lap?” and bakugou is trying to remember the situation. but your blank face and the anger seeping in your eyes is making him panic, making him spit out anything that comes to mind. “i never even fuckin’ spoke to another girl when i was there?? i never even fuckin’ touched one?”
· and you’re frowning at him like he’s stupid because you had photo evidence, “bakugou i saw the picture. why are you lying?” and now youre already feeling the anger turn to tears. why is he lying to you? you think you love him and was everything between you a lie now? brain moving a million miles an hour, you run away from him, not wanting to see you cry.
· bakugou shouts after you but you don’t stop. mina sees you first running to wrap you in her arms and drag you up to the makeup room so you could be alone. momo follows along too.
· and you tell them he’s being defensive and saying he didn’t touch any girls but you all have seen the photo. they’re in disbelief that bakugou would do something as stupid as lie when there’s evidence so they do their best to comfort you, calling him dumb names to make you smile before cleaning yourself up and sleeping with you in the day bed. bakugou catches you in your pyjamas, pillow in hand to sleep outside instead of your normal couple bed with the rest of the islanders.
· “i heard you’re sleeping outside with the girls.” he states. feeling the urge to grab you and make you listen to him. for him to rearrange his words and take back what he said. but you look worn out and he knows it’s probably best to do it in the morning.
· “just wanna be away from you at the moment. we can talk about it tomorrow.” you don’t look at him. staring out the windowed door to where momo and mina are settling into your bed for tonight.
· bakugou hangs on to the idea of talking tomorrow, “yes we will. i-“ and he wants to say he loves you, casa amour made him realise he loves you. but he holds it back for another day. “goodnight y/n”
· you nod back, walking over to your friends, letting you sleep in the middle of them.
· the next morning, bakugou is doting and eager. handing you your iced coffee as you’re doing your makeup, filling up your water bottle and as soon as you come downstairs, he asks to talk.
· you only nod, letting him do all the work. you choose to sit in a secluded area, so nobody else can listen in.
· “sorry.” he starts and you only frown.
· “for what?”
· “for what i said yesterday. i panicked. you looked so angry and i thought i was goin’ to lose you and i genuinely couldn’t remember what you were talkin’ about.”
· “but the pic-“
· he interrupts you, “yeah that fuckin’ picture. i swear it was only for a split second, kiri wanted to take a group photo of us all so she came and dumped herself on my lap. i didn’t get a choice in it and she came off right when he was finished.”
· you feel your bottom lip wobble and you curse yourself for being so emotional. you weren’t this emotional before you got to the villa. you focus on the straw of your named water bottle, flicking it up and down.
· “don’t cry baby please. i can get kiri’s phone if you want and i can show you the full uncropped picture? it didn’t mean anything to me which was why i didn’t remember, i don’t even remember the girls name.”
· you pat his thigh to placate him, “it’s okay katsu, i believe you. sorry for assuming.”
· “no, my bad for not fuckin thinking like an idiot.” he notices you smile.“can i hug you?”
· you nod, letting him wrap up his arms around your figure and pulling him to your chest. you instantly melt when you’re against him, his skin on yours and you finally let out one big sigh. “fuck i missed you.” he breathed and he feels you nod again, “missed you too.”
· and the last scenario i have is when he finally asks you to be exclusive and tells you he loves you.
· to your surprise instead of getting ready for bed like everyone else, bakugou has his arms around your waist, your back to his chest and his head perched on your shoulder. he’s looking out in the distance and you assume it’s at the view.
· “what’re you thinking about?”
· and he surprises you, “do you wanna go in the pool whilst everyone’s sleeping?”
· your first question is “why? are we even allowed to?”
· he rolls his eyes and scoffs at how you first think about the rules, “yeah we can, pretty. i’ve already asked the producers.”
· now you’re already suspicious of something because why are the producers letting bakugou do this? but you shrug, excited for something new, some privacy with your favourite boy (even if that included the camera crew and the whole world).
· So, when everyone was fast asleep, you weren’t sure what time it was, bakugou dragged you out of the bed to the dead silent villa. a soft breeze and warm spanish air hitting your skin. only dressed in your pyjamas you ask, “you sure you wanna go in the pool? i’m not even in a bikini.”
· “shut up princess, we’re going in the damn pool,” he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. you fight your squeals as to not wake anyone up.
· “katsuki, what the fuck! i care! i don’t wanna be in soggy clothes-“ but before you know it you’ve been thrown in the cold pool, one massive splash and as you’re about to bob up for air, another splash crashes beside you, splashing you once again.
· you playfully whine at him, but your endeared by his slanted smile at you and the way his usual spikey hair flops onto his forehead. “i hate you, you’re so annoying.”
· bakugou only splashes you before wrapping you up in his arms so you couldn’t escape. “let go of me katsuki it’s freezing!”
· when he finally does, he lifts you up to sit at the edge of the pool, shuffling to stand between your legs. you both look at each other for a few moments. heavy breathing from your scuffling and the thrill of being out whilst everyone’s asleep. staring down at him you trace his jaw with the tip of his finger whilst his large callous hands rest on your thighs.
· “are you gonna tell me what brought on this spontaneous activity?” you ask and a flash of nervousness is seen in bakugou’s eyes.
· he straightens up a little, brushing his wet strands of hair out of his eyes, “i wanted to ask you something.”
· you smile immediately, knowing an idea of what he’s about to ask. bakugou’s quick to glance away from your grin, a smile of his own sneaking up. “don’t fuckin’ look at me like that. this shit is so predictable.”
· “no it’s not. you could be asking me if you wanna adopt an endangered lion. or asking me if i wanna have tea in the morning instead of iced coffee or you could be asking me if you could break up with me or you-“
· “i’m askin’ if you wanna be exclusive. i know we kinda already are and we spoke ages ago about how girlfriend boyfriend labels are really fast here compared to the real world. but i wanna let you know i want a proper label not just the girl i’m coupled with.”
· you’re practically jumping off your seat at this point but bakugou speaks again, “unless you do wanna be boyfriend and girlfriend. i’m up to being your boyfriend.” he rambles out and you’re so overwhelmed with this beautiful man infront of you, standing in the freezing pool in just his underwear, you in your soggy pyjamas with the view of spain infront of you. what could be better?
· so, you kiss and kiss him, till you can’t breathe. bakugou coming up for air to ask, “wait, what do you wanna be?” “let’s stick with exclusive, yeah?”
· and he nods and you kiss for a while longer, until bakugou says he can’t feel his balls because the water is so cold.
· and it reminds him of the first day he met you, asking you to share a bed with him as he follows behind you hand in hand. the realisation of how fast your relationship had been making him spurt out.
· “i love you.” you stop in your steps, letting go of his hand.
· “no fuckin’ way.” you reply staring at him owlishly.
· bakugou’s nervous again because he wasn’t expecting that response, “it’s okay if you don’t like me like that yet. i just-“
· “i love you too katsuki. i thought i’d be the one to say it first. so did the girls.”
· and it’s another celebration all over again, hands all over each other, lips on each other’s skin and being young and horny, pool chlorine everywhere, you both shower together too in the early am, getting each other off.
· and you think it’s all so intimate and beautiful. him blushing through it all and so loving… and not to sound stupid but you never thought you’d find the one on a tv show? let alone love island?
· coming first place always brings negative energy idk. when people come first place in shows they never get as far as people that came second or third. so i say you guys came second or third lmao.
· kaminari and idk jirou going first with their crazy rocky relationship which was entertaining and unexpected to watch. a whole enemies to lovers. though you and bakugou are definitely a fan favourite, remembered even when the seasons over like molly mae and tommy lmao.
· you and bakugou do the girlfriend boyfriend label three weeks after you leave the villa just to be sure and even moved in together a month after. you both didn’t live very far away anyway so you never even had to do the long distance.
· i feel like i wrote a whole season of love island here beginning to end and idk if anyone else is obsessed with love island bakugou as much as me and i should have wrote this when love island was actually on bc i only thought about bakugou whilst watching it lmao !!
· tell me what you think and any headcanon you have hehe
a/n: I had a random itch do write this cause I started going to the gym haha. plus I’m clearing out some drafts
first written: october 25th, 2025
you swear you’ve seen this guy before.
twenty minutes into your workout and you’ve got a great sheen of sweat covering your skin. only dressed in a loose tank top and leggings, your ears are surrounded by the sound of your music and your chest has a good burn running throughout. you feel good, and surely by the end of this, you will look good. but you pause your music once you feel the presence of someone on the treadmill next to you.
“can I get your autograph?”
“w-what?”
“could I get your autograph? I’m a big fan.”
it wasn’t out of the ordinary that strangers would approach you asking for your autograph or even a picture. you were a pro-hero, a famous one at that, who was soaring through the ranks. even on your dates with katsuki, you would get flashes from cameras and fans running up to the both of you asking for your signature.
but this was your moment to relax, unwind from everyone in the world. usually, you’d workout at the agency, but since the workout room there was currently under construction, you had no choice but to attend a public gym.
the guy that speaks to you has dark hair, glued to his forehead with sweat and has eyes dark as night. he wears a white tee that also has dark patches which shows he’s been here for a while.
you flash a light smile. “I appreciate your support, but I’m sorry, I can’t right now.” you motion to put your earbuds back in but he stops you once more.
“I know, awkward right?” he chuckles a bit. “a weird, crazed super-fan walks up to one of the best heroes at the gym asking for an autograph. how about a picture?”
you don’t want to be rude. your fans are one of the reasons why you’re so popular. once again, you decline. “I’m sorry. maybe another time?” you press the stop button on the treadmill to get off. your warm up was over anyway, but you didn’t want to be near this fan anymore.
moments later, you’re in the stretch room doing a couple of poses on a mat that’s laid on the floor. you hadn’t seen the guy in a while, so maybe he left. but surely you were wrong.
“hey h/n.”
you look up from your pose. you remove your headphones to see his feet right in front of you. you give a light smile. you’re in public and by being rude to someone, could mean your reputation on the line. you don’t know whose recording.
“um, hi?”
he squats down in front of you and you sit up to sit cross legged. “names kenzo. I’m also a personal trainer. your posses seem incorrect. don’t want you to injure your back. then who would save japan?”
personal trainer my ass, you think. this guy looks like he’s barely worked out a day in his life.
“I’m sorry kenzo but I’m not looking for any help. thank you though!” you stand and grab the mat from the floor. was he following you? or were you paranoid?
“I know this might seem weird. but I was maybe looking to ask you out? you’re just so pretty.”
compliments was one thing. but this guy didn’t give a romantic vibe. “I have a boyfriend,” you say plainly with force.
“a boyfriend?” he looks stunned, almost disappointed. “which one is it? red riot? shoto? no it’s that one blonde asshole —“
you scoff, grabbing your things to walk over to the bench to do some presses. he wouldn’t have any reason to be in that area since you took the last press machine and the rest of them were occupied. maybe if he tried to pull a move on you, someone would save you. but you didn’t need saving from anyone else.
“I’m sorry but I’m just trying to enjoy my workout. could you leave me alone?”
“of course.” he laughs awkwardly. “I’m sorry h/n. but you still owe me that picture!”
right. sure.
your workout was almost over but you shouldn’t shake the feeling that kenzo was still somewhere lurking around. you were ready for a quick break, but not out in the open where he could potentially try to talk to you.
you walk up to the water fountain and press your bottle up against it. you throw a glance over your left shoulder. then your right. you don’t see anything. you’re in the clear.
you swear you hear a camera snap behind you. “hey beautiful. I think fate is trying to put us together.”
damn it.
you look behind you. there he is, kenzo, smiling smugly with a phone in his hand. you roll your eyes.
“I just find you so attractive. you sure you’re serious with that dynamight dude? lemme take you out for dinner.”
“leave me alone.” you grab your bottle and head over to the women’s bathroom. it’s located in the back of the gym. if you hurry, you’ll shake him.
but instead, he follows right behind on your tail. “don’t be like that, h/n! you’re off the treadmill so how about that picture? or I could be your spotter for presses? remember I’m a personal trainer —!”
“this is the women’s restroom.”
you finally step into the bathroom entrance. he’s one foot away from walking in there with you but you halt him right in his place with your words. “oh, right. hey maybe I could get your help with the glute machine? your ass looks really good.”
you scoff. the audacity of this guy. “fuck off.”
you rush into the bathroom and sit on a bench away from the door. maybe if you stay in here for a while, he’ll finally get the hint. you reach in your jacket for your phone and immediately text your boyfriend, katsuki.
[you] hey, could you come to the gym? it’s this weird creep following me around, I just don’t feel safe.
you knew the gym was at least fifteen minutes away from your shared apartment. katsuki could be there sooner, knowing his urgency when it comes to you.
[my love ❤️] I’ll be there in 8
all you had to do was hang on for 8 minutes. hopefully the idiot would be gone by then.
after a while, you get up to check. stupid move on your part, but you look around the gym and don’t see that guy anymore. you let out a sigh of relief.
“hey, what took so long?”
that voice. it comes from behind you and you turn your head to see kenzo waiting outside the bathroom. disgusting.
you don’t speak and jet for the door. maybe if you got outside, he wouldn’t follow you. but no, he waiting outside the bathroom for you. this guy wouldn’t take the hint you wanted to be left alone.
the gym at this point was empty. the workers were non existent so no one could vouch for you once this incident is reported. if you hit the outdoors, using your quirk would be free reign. but who knows what kind of quirk this guy has? teleportation? super speed? or maybe something more sinister that removes your quirk temporarily.
“I said leave me —“
you collide into something sturdy. you turn your head to see your boyfriend in front of you, standing taller and looking angry with a scowl sketched across his face. he grabs your forearm and pulls you behind him. “get behind me.”
kenzo stops in his tracks. “dynamight! what a coincidence I would see two pro-heroes at the gym tonight. I thought you guys had super fancy workout rooms at your —“
“shut the fuck up,” katsuki sneers. he reaches for your hand and holds it tightly in his fist. he approaches the guy, puffing out his chest so he’s inches away from kenzo’s face. “leave her the fuck alone.”
“right, of course dynamight! didn’t know this was your girl.”
liar. you think in your head. the guy seemingly backs off. turning on his heel, bakugo pulls you with him out of the gym. “let’s go, y/n. I better not see your ass again or I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”
“katsuki!” you whisper to him. you prefer your boyfriend to not say he’ll kill a civilian. but knowing your boyfriend, he could care less.
once your outside, the bitter winter air nips at your cheeks. katsuki pulls you off to the side and lowers himself slightly to stare into your eyes. he grips the sides of your arms to control your slight shaking. “y/n, hey.” your attention is focused elsewhere, looking into the windows to stare inside the gym. with one finger under your chin, he pulls your attention back to him. “hey baby girl, you alright? that asshole hurt you?”
you sniffle. “n-no. he just kept following me around. told me I had a nice ass.” katsuki’s grip tightens around your arms. “I swear he was talking pictures of me. I told him to leave me alone, kat! I swear I did, I’m sorry —“
“what the fuck? hell nah y/n, you don’t have to be sorry for that asshat. I should fucking —“
that voice again. kenzo steps outside, this time his face turned in a way that wasn’t so friendly. “hey, y/n. you still never gave me that picture.”
katsuki growls, face turned angry and almost terrifying. he pulls you to his side once more, protecting you like a guard dog. “I told you to leave her the fuck alone, didn’t I?!”
in a flash, a wave of heat the a loud sound floods the area. you didn’t expect your boyfriend to blast him away, leaving his body unconscious on the ground, but it had to be done. moments later, after the police arrive katsuki pulls you to the side.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you sooner, princess.” katsuki pulls you into his chest, holding you tightly. “they’re arresting that fucker. apparently, he’s wanted for a stalking. found pics of you on his phone.” he pulls you back to see your completely distraught face. “hey, look at me. you’re safe now, alright? you did everything you could.”
you chuckle a bit. “not enough. I should’ve been more clear from the beginning.”
he flicks your temple, you jolt. “hey, stop being so fuckin’ hard on yourself. some idiots just can’t take a hint. next time, I’m comin’ with you to the gym.”
The downside of Pogue life is we’re ignored and neglected. But the upside of Pogue life? We’re ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.
Anyways thinking about Katsuki with a little girl and how he cannot say no bc his little girl is a daddies girl 😔 she wants daddy to do her hair and he will do it with no complaints whatsoever bc whatever his little girls wants, his little girl gets, however he is also a pretty good father, bc i like to think he's much closer to his dad than his mother, bc his dad is so mellow but only gets nervy when his milf of a wife is like she hulk, and Katsuki listens to his advice and understands that no dad is the same, and no dad is perfect and Katsuki has a lot of trouble accepting that he won't be the perfect dad bc he wants his little girl to see him as this great man, but he understands that she might, but with a little flaws
So when she comes to him with her first heartbreak, he immediately goes into anger mode but then remembers how he couldn't go to his parents with that issue, and immediately calls you for help because he has no idea how to help
It's a learning experience for everyone, and no doubt his little girl listens and learns too because in every photo they have together, he smiles, because he didn't with his parents and he'll be damned if he makes his little girl suffer or cry.
One time he did and tried his best to fix ot by giving her his black card,,,,,,, and it was maxed out an HOUR LATER
but if anything Katsuki is so grateful to have you by his side because he wouldve been dubbed worst dad ever if it weren't for your help, and if anything it makes his love for you grow
literallyyy yes like if katsuki ever had a daughter she’d definitely be a daddy’s girl. like he’d just spoil her rotten and have a hard time saying no so that would leave you to do the discipline. and I also feel like the older he gets the more willing he is to ask for help. like when he was younger he used to think it was almost taboo to ask someone for assistance, but now he asks you for help everydayyy when it comes to his daughter.
and I’d pray she never gets upset with him because he’d just be devastated. kinda piggy backing on your daughter heartbreak thingy, let’s say she were to get a bf and katsuki find out right. and yk he’s all in ‘protective dad mode’ bc nobody can treat his little girl right in his eyes. so he does the cliché and scares off her little bf right. so his daughter finds out and is just lividdddd, I mean smoke coming out the ears type pissed.
“no fucking way you just did that shit dad.”
“hey, watch your fuckin’ mouth.” he barks, crossing his beefy arms over his chest. he didn’t rlly understand why she was upset in the first place. the boy was just some little punk katsuki scared off, and now he’s getting lip for it?
“dad, I’m at an age where I’m going to start bringing guys home that I like.”
“not in this house sweetheart.”
“and in what other house would I being doing it in?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know, but not this one.”
and she gets all huffy like he usually does and just decides to stomp off before she says something that might get her in real trouble, “whatever.”
and he’s just all wide eyed and confused like he doesn’t know wtf he did wrong ??? doesn’t quite understand that his little sweetheart could even catch an attitude with him, but there’s a first for everything !
you were listening to the whole thing tho and you’re just standing there kinda shaking your head at his obliviousness. he stalks over to you with doe eyes and is all like, “what the fuck just happened?”
“she’s pissed at you kats.”
“yeah but I don’t fuckin’ know why? i ain’t do shit wrong.”
“well then, figure it out.” and you just leave him there all awe struck, going to find your daughter to comfort her.
eventually he gets it after overhearing yalls conversation and grows enough balls to apologize. he realizes that his little girl is going to have other people in her life, other people that make her happy. and though it’s going to take him some time to get used to, he’s as on board with it as he can be!
what if you’re ready to move on? what if katsuki doesn’t want you to?
the final part of “I’ll do anything to you” HIGHLY requested alternate (realistic) ending to this saga. thank you guys so much for the love on this series!!
check out my new series “him & I” part one available now <33
I also apologize for the long wait!! I finally get a break from school and I lowkey forgot about this app haha but I wanted to wrap this mini series up. thanks for being patient <3
“I’m done.”
the air was stale, warm in an unsatisfying way. you couldn’t bare to look at katsuki in his eyes. those familiar vermillion colored ones that you looked at for comfort. now it seemed like you were looking at a stranger.
you hug yourself. you couldn’t stare at him with watery eyes so you stand in the corner of the living room like a helpless puppy. katsuki can’t read you. he hates when you cross your arms. but your face reads so broken and hurt. he apologized though. for yelling at you, calling you a distraction, calling you a bitch. being a pro-hero meant everything to him. but so did you.
“what’dya mean you’re done?” katsuki rubs his chin. he leaps from his seat at the barstool and reaches out for you. your reaction is cold and it stings him. you don’t love him anymore.
“don’t touch me,” you spit and jolt away from him. “please.”
his hand pulls back and he goes to sit on the armrest of the living room chair. he folds his arms. if you didn’t want to be touched, fine. but he wasn’t going to let you walk out with only saying one word. “y/n.”
you let out a shaky breath, “katsuki. I love you. I really do. but I can’t— I just can’t do this anymore.”
he isn’t thinking what he thinks you’re saying. licking his lips, he cocks a brow. a confused expression glances over his pace. “nah, explain. you’re leavin’ me? what, temporarily?”
you look at your feet. then your eyes glance at the bar top. your diamond ring sits there in its place, from where you threw it at him last. you rub the bare space on your ring finger where it once was. he wasn’t getting it.
“no, bakugo. I think we need to get a divorce.”
his heart sinks. it’s as if his entire world came crashing down. first, you called him bakugo. that was your name too — his name that he passed onto you when the two of you got married. eight years. it’s only been eight years since the two of you joined in union but the two of you had been dating way longer than that, since the u.a days. what do you mean divorce? you can’t split up with him now? not after everything you’ve been through —
katsuki breaks his thoughts with a scoff. “nah, you’re fuckin’ with me.”
you stand there silent.
“a divorce? so that’s it. you’re ready to end this entire relationship, now? y/n, I said…I said —“
his throat feels tight. he’s tugging on the collar of his shirt and is gasping for air. he doesn’t want to cry, not in front of you even though you’ve seen him cry plenty of times before. katsuki runs his hand through his wheat colored locks then places his palms on his legs. “I said I was fuckin’ sorry and now you’re just ready to throw it all away?”
the audacity he had. you didn’t start this, he did when he was planning on taking that trip out of the country for three months. a mission in another country without your assistance or permission. your face turns into a scowl. you don’t want to argue with him again but your surely don’t want to leave him on empty.
“I didn’t throw anything away, katsuki,” you sneer calmly. “you did when you started taking those missions away from home. you left me alone. what did you expect? to welcome you back with open arms and pretend everything was going okay? well it’s not. it hasn’t been.”
“the hell ya talkin’ about? I haven’t left you. I’m always here for you. leavin’ and goin’ out of town is apart of the job. you know that.”
“do i? because heroes and agencies ask me to take missions away all the time but you know what i tell them? i can’t. I can’t because my husband wouldn’t like me leaving him. he wouldn’t like me out there risking my life for the country even though that’s what I’ve trained for my entire life, just like him. he thinks I’m inferior to him, I’m incompetent, I’m not as good as a hero as him, a distraction, a bitch. I mean, I could get paid hella money and rise higher above the ranks, higher than dynamight or shoto or even fucking deku, but I don’t. because I love you. I’ve always loved you since high school and I took a vow to never leave your side and here I am leaving. because my husband doesn’t see me as anything better.”
you swallow sharply. it was a lot to get off your chest and you managed to speak your mind without crying even though the tears leave that sour feeling in the back of your throat.
katsuki looks bewildered. staring at your beautiful eyes with tears threatening his own. he takes everything he said back a couple of weeks ago. it was stupid, ignorant and immature. of course he doesn’t see you as some extra below him. but through his recent actions, you don’t feel like an equal.
“what about us?” he breaks, voice cracking. he sounded like a little child who got punished for the first time. it’s quiet and you stare at him.
“I don’t know.”
he cracks. “I didn’t want this to end. I— fuck.”
you sigh. “this has been going on longer than it should. I should’ve left a long time ago.”
“and what about the life we were supposed to have, y/n? I think you’re a kick ass pro. but I fucked up. I truly did, just let me fuckin’ make it right!” he grabs your hand but you snatch it away and turn your back towards him. “baby, please.”
“I wanted that life too, katsuki!” you swing back to him. the two of you are now standing, inches apart from each other with tears flooding your eyes. “I wanted to spend time together, start a family, grow old together. have kids! I wanted a family! but all you keep thinking about is how you’re going to make it to being the number one hero! what about me? your biggest supporter, your best friend?!”
“so let’s fix it, y/n! c’mon we’ve been through shit way tougher than this.” it was true, the two of you have been through situations worse than this. but none of them hurt the same. “y/n please. I..fuckin’ love you. how do you expect me to move on when I love you?”
you don’t say anything. you’re tempted to ball the divorce papers tucked in your pocket to throw it in the garbage. but you simply look at your feet, recalling what he said to you in the car.
“you told me without you, I’d be fucking stranded. remember that? stranded! then you said I can never rank above you because I’m a fucking bitch. that’s what you said, i’m a fucking bitch.”
bakugo sticks his tongue through the skin of his cheek. it hurt. recalling everything he said to you hurt, but not as much as it hurt you.
what he said was immature and disgusting. old high school katsuki would’ve just shrugged his shoulders. but katsuki is an adult now, with a wife who he thought loved him.
“so is it true? you think I’m a bitch? or you don’t want me around anymore so you can work on your career?”
“hell no, y/n. I don’t think you’re a bitch. that was a shitty thing for me to say. I might want to be number one but I want you there with me. please.” he grabs ahold of your hand tightly and you just let him, without holding his back.
“you can’t have both katsuki.”
he snatches his hands back and holds his face. he didn’t want to pick between his career or you — both were important. “you’re seriously gonna make me pick?”
you stare at him with watery eyes.
katsuki clicks his tongue. “y/n..you know I —“ he hesitates. he doesn’t know if he next words are gonna determine his fate with you. “we’ve been working to be heroes since we were fuckin’ kids. it’s been my dream since forever. and I didn’t think I was gonna meet someone like you. you, my beautiful wife that i ended up marrying. I can’t lose you y/n…not now..not when I’m so fucking close.”
you blink. “fuck you, katsuki bakugo. like genuinely fuck you.”
you spin around to go for the door. you couldn’t believe him. actually, you could. he was your husband. at the last second, he snatches your arm and yanks you back. “let me fucking go!”
“y/n!” he yells your name. “don’t do this.”
tears are spilling down your cheeks and you slam the divorce papers at his chest. “what more do you want from me?!” you sob into his arms. “if you’re so fucking close, go! just leave! you never needed me anyway.” you push him again once more and spin in your heel to leave. he crumples the papers in his fist and throws them onto the ground.
“so that’s it?” he yells as his voice is shaky, face wet from crying. you hesitate at the door, hand hovering over the handle. were you about to walk out? walk out on the life you created with him? you sob quietly to yourself and hold your tongue. katsuki waits for an answer. at this point, you already gave it. without saying another word, you walk out and slam the door behind you.
disclaimer this could all js be niche stuff i find attractive…
bakugou
♱ wears black compression shirts and tank tops that cling to his biceps, shows uncharacteristic patience helping you with schoolwork, blushes when he catches you looking at him, grabs your hips when he walks past you, cooks shirtless with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron on, chronic manspreader, reverses the car with his hand on your seat and looking over his shoulder yk exactly what im talking about
kirishima
♱ makes you sit on his back when he does press ups - will then proceed to do one handed press ups while grinning at you in the gym mirror, poses after a work out for you, wipes stuff off your face and (if edible duh) licks it off his thumb, has the worlds deepest morning voice, hugs you from behind CONSTANTLY - if he could glue himself to your backside you better believe he would
midoriya
♱ IS RESPECTFUL TO HIS MOTHER 😫😫, will hurl himself out the car to come open your door for you, gives you the most insightful opinions of clothes, makeup, whatever, rubs his thumb over your hand when he holds your hand, holds the door open for you without a second thought, the sidewalk rule <3, saves every. single. photo. you send him
todoroki
♱ pays for everything before you can protest, sends you flowers with little notes attached randomly, brushes/styles your hair for you, will sit for hours in changing rooms w you and make you do 360s for every outfit, takes candids of you and refuses to delete any of them, constantly leans down so you can speak in his ear and you get a big whiff of his fancy cologne, speaks diff languages 🥹
kaminari
♱ leans his hands on the tops of doorways when he’s talking to you, pulls you in by your belt loops to talk to you, leans over in the middle of serious conversations to whisper a stupid joke in your ear that you have to struggle not to cackle at, wears rings and lets you play with them, calls you “m’lady” and “ma’am” when you’re annoyed at him, whenever he zips you up in a dress or buttons you up he’ll kiss the back of your neck and your shoulders, is really good with his little baby and toddler cousins 🩷🩷🩷
shinsou
♱ “yeah?” “mhmm?” WHEEWWW SIR, plays guitar for you and sends u vids of him playing songs u request, stretches and his shirts always lift up to show off his happy trail 🙂↕️, drags you down to sit in his lap for EVERY activity he does - paperwork, video games, whatever, has constant bedroom eyes???, tugs on your hair to get your attention, had to lean back and adjust himself everytime he sits down bc he wears the baggiest pants in existence
disclaimer this could all js be niche stuff i find attractive…
bakugou
♱ wears black compression shirts and tank tops that cling to his biceps, shows uncharacteristic patience helping you with schoolwork, blushes when he catches you looking at him, grabs your hips when he walks past you, cooks shirtless with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron on, chronic manspreader, reverses the car with his hand on your seat and looking over his shoulder yk exactly what im talking about
kirishima
♱ makes you sit on his back when he does press ups - will then proceed to do one handed press ups while grinning at you in the gym mirror, poses after a work out for you, wipes stuff off your face and (if edible duh) licks it off his thumb, has the worlds deepest morning voice, hugs you from behind CONSTANTLY - if he could glue himself to your backside you better believe he would
midoriya
♱ IS RESPECTFUL TO HIS MOTHER 😫😫, will hurl himself out the car to come open your door for you, gives you the most insightful opinions of clothes, makeup, whatever, rubs his thumb over your hand when he holds your hand, holds the door open for you without a second thought, the sidewalk rule <3, saves every. single. photo. you send him
todoroki
♱ pays for everything before you can protest, sends you flowers with little notes attached randomly, brushes/styles your hair for you, will sit for hours in changing rooms w you and make you do 360s for every outfit, takes candids of you and refuses to delete any of them, constantly leans down so you can speak in his ear and you get a big whiff of his fancy cologne, speaks diff languages 🥹
kaminari
♱ leans his hands on the tops of doorways when he’s talking to you, pulls you in by your belt loops to talk to you, leans over in the middle of serious conversations to whisper a stupid joke in your ear that you have to struggle not to cackle at, wears rings and lets you play with them, calls you “m’lady” and “ma’am” when you’re annoyed at him, whenever he zips you up in a dress or buttons you up he’ll kiss the back of your neck and your shoulders, is really good with his little baby and toddler cousins 🩷🩷🩷
shinsou
♱ “yeah?” “mhmm?” WHEEWWW SIR, plays guitar for you and sends u vids of him playing songs u request, stretches and his shirts always lift up to show off his happy trail 🙂↕️, drags you down to sit in his lap for EVERY activity he does - paperwork, video games, whatever, has constant bedroom eyes???, tugs on your hair to get your attention, had to lean back and adjust himself everytime he sits down bc he wears the baggiest pants in existence
after the death of your mother in high school, the perfect, sweet image of yourself faded away, and soon, you disappeared from u.a.. several years later, you’ve returned with a hidden vendetta as a villain, vowing for revenge. until your high school boyfriend, now pro-hero, tries to put an end to your rage. will katsuki succeed from letting his childhood lover getting sucked into the villain world, or will it be too late?
authors note: so I’ve had this idea in the drafts for a while but I never executed it because I hate writing series 😩😩 so if this never gets finished, please don’t be mad 🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾plus, this might not have a happy ending 😳
warnings: afab reader (uses she/her pronouns) language (because it’s katsuki), parent death, sexual language/innuendos, you’re a villain, there’s a couple of original characters I implemented in the story (a made up villain who killed your mother and a couple of other heroes I just made up for the sake of this story), your villain name is blackfire (yes like from teen titans), katsuki is kind of in a relationship with an oc? reader falls into a deep depression as a teenager. you have a energy based quirk. not spell checked
“what the fuck?”
what katsuki bakugo expected to see in the agency’s interrogation room wasn’t what he thought would happen in a million years.
moments before, his cellphone rings on the kitchen counter, midoriya’s name flashing on the screen. he’s occupied with the pasta sauce on the stove, stirring it in a clockwise motion. today was supposed to be his day off — but he knows it’s nothing else besides work when midoriya calls.
mei pops up from the couch, half asleep, but awake enough to hear the familiar ringtone. katsuki wanted mei out, but instead, his girlfriend more like fling, was crashed out on his couch. “who is that?” she questions.
“deku.” katsuki huffs, grabbing his phone and pressing the accept button. “what do you want? it’s my fucking day off —“
midoriya sounds frantic on the other line. “yeah I know, I’m sorry but, remember that explosion at that warehouse about a month ago? a couple of ours got injured? and how we never found the culprit behind it?”
katuski remembers. it was a mess, but luckily no one died. “yeah, what about it?”
“well we caught the villain. she um —“
“so book her ass,” katsuki spits. “what, are you not capable of processing a damn villain?”
“no, it’s not that..it’s just not a normal villain.”
katsuki was tired of hearing this mumbling from his friend. he sighs on the phone, trying to think of what kind of villain it would be. “what’dya mean?”
midoriya swallows a lump in his throat.
“it’s y/n.”
bakugo has never flew down to the agency so fast.
he tells mei that it was an emergency down at the agency and that she should stay in the apartment. of course, mei being mei, she gets dressed shortly after katsuki leaves in his hero costume.
once he makes it to the back of the agency, where the interrogations occur, his fists are balled into melons and midoriya is watching through the one way glass with wide eyes. kaminari and sero is watching as well, hands covering their mouth.
katsuki could hear kirishima at least trying to give an interrogation but his method was shit to compared to katsuki’s. bakugo walks through the room ready to go into the interrogation.
“wait kacchan! —“
bakugo ignores midoriya and busts through the room, the door swinging open to see a sight he hadn’t in years.
there you were, a smirk dancing across your lips and eyes lazy and outlined with eyeliner, your wrists are strapped to the table in handcuffs, except metal was surrounded your hands so you were unable to use your quirk. once you see him, the angry blonde that you use to date back in the day. your eyes grow wide slightly but you don’t falter. katsuki’s entire face freezes and his hand tightens on the doorknob.
“hey..bakugo,” kirishima’s face fades. he’s dressed in his red riot gear and cowers slightly at katsuki’s expression. “i was in the middle of the interrogation —“
“get out,” katsuki spits. he honestly doesn’t know what the say, his jaw tightens and his eyes narrow at you.
“i think i should —“
“red riot, get the fuck out.” katsuki can’t lose control, especially not in front of a villain. but you’re not a villain, you’re y/n, his girlfriend. his first girlfriend. his ex. the only relationship that mattered to katsuki.
kirishima doesn’t say anything and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. it’s silent, but katsuki knows the rest of his friends are listening.
“that scar is cute,” you tease, tilting your head slightly. “i think it brings the anger out in your eyes —“
“y/n where the fuck have you been?” katsuki is curious. he wants to be mad, but seeing you like this — aged yet still so beautiful and dressed like a villain, his mind and heart spirals. every time he stares into your eyes, he only could picture the person you used to be.
“it’s not y/n,” you threaten. “i’m blackfire.”
katsuki scoffs and pulls the chair to sit across from you. “blackfire,” he says mockingly. “yeah okay sure. what are you now, some sort of fuckin’ villain? what happened to all those years at u.a., huh? i mean, we thought you fucking died. and now you’re back and you’re called blackfire.”
“i did die,” you lean into his face. “y/n is gone.”
he swears his heart died as he sees your eyes have gone dark, showing no emotion.
katuski stands angrily, flinging the chair causing the legs to clatter on the floor. “shit, do you have any idea how much we went lookin’ for you? got me all worried n’ shit. y’know I couldn’t eat, sleep, fuck, I couldn’t even continue on without knowing where you were. after..after everything that went down —“
rolling your eyes, you look at him viciously. “you looked for me? i thought you didn’t care about anyone but yourself. great explosion murder god cares about his little girlfriend. how adorable.”
katsuki is facing the glass. he can’t see on the other side, except for blackness. but he knows midoriya and everyone else was looking through.
he digs in his pocket and pulls out a crumbled piece of paper. he flings around, causing you to jump a little and unfolds the piece of paper with rushed hands. he holds it in your face. there you were — a smiling, teenage version of you. you were so sweet back then, and katsuki carried a photo of you just like this everywhere he went since that day you went missing. in big, red block letters says ‘missing’ with a short description of you below the image. last seen ten years ago. ten years since you’ve been gone. disappeared when you were sixteen. and now that your back, you’re not the same.
“you see this, huh?!” bakugo is angry, but more sad than angry. “we made these — I made these, when you fuckin’ left. when you fuckin’ left me.” he slams the paper onto the metal table and your eyes are focused on your image, tears beginning to brim in your eyes. you can’t lose it now. keep it together y/n, that isn’t you. you think in your head. “we passed this out across the city. I thought some asshole villain got to you. maybe even killed you. and now I find out you blew up some fuckin’ warehouse in the middle of nowhere? for what? you know some heroes almost died because of you? now we’re out here cleanin’ your mess.”
you stay silent for a moment, eyes not moving from the missing flyer of yourself.
katsuki leans across the table, hands pressed against the table. he stares at you, directly into your eyes with his face formed into a scowl. “you’re gonna tell me exactly what the fuck is going on here, and maybe a judge will give you leniency.”
you lean in as well, a evil smirk on forming on your face. “your girlfriend is cute. what are you, fucking her?”
his face shakes confused. “the fuck are you talkin’ about?”
“sideswipe.” you refer to mei through her hero name. you’ve seen the two of them all over the internet. sideswipe and dynamight spotted together at the yearly heroes gala. the sight of katsuki having another girlfriend after swearing to you that your were his one and only, made you sick. but that was in the past.
“mhm, sideswipe. I guess she’s pretty, but I think you can do better.”
bakugo backs off. “you don’t know shit.”
“I know enough.”
just then, the door to the interrogation room swings open to reveal mei, or as you know her, sideswipe. her dark hair falls in curled ringlets over her shoulders and her eyes narrow once she sees you. it’s jealousy.
“y/n l/n,” mei sees you in the chair, her voice lacing with jealousy and viciousness. “katsuki’s told me so much about you.”
you laugh a bit. “oh really? I didn’t think he cared enough about me that I’d carry over to his next relationship. of course, katsuki told me I was his one and only. his first, his last. the one he was supposed to marry.”
you knew that would get under mei’s skin. mei imari was also a student at u.a., class 1-b though. you knew about her behavior. you knew about mei’s entire life and how she came from a rich family and easily worked her way through the hero academy and slowly up the ranks. but for them to be together is what surprised you.
mei’s smirk falls. “fuck you, bitch. I could end you right here, right now.”
mei’s quirk was the ability to produce weapons from her flesh. knives, maces, whatever she could think of. it’s true, she probably could take you. but how would that be fair if you were locked to a table, unable to use your quirk?
“try me once i get out of here, princess,” you tease.
princess. that was katsuki’s name for you in high school. it almost makes him nauseous.
“mei, ignore her. let’s go.” katsuki grabs mei’s forearm and leads her out of the room. her look never leaves you and you smile in a way a villain would.
katsuki shuts the door behind him, seeing everyone’s shocked expressions on their faces. that interrogation went terribly.
“well, that went to shit quick,” sero comments.
katsuki ignores him. “I want her ass expedited to the highest level security prison. if we all remember, y/n is fuckin’ smart and has a powerful quirk. we don’t know what kinda shit she picked up on the streets. I want everyone to report to me when her ass gets out of control. I want tabs on her at all times.”
everyone nods. sidekicks beside him included. as everyone disperses, with mei leaving katsuki’s side, midoriya grabs bakugo’s shoulder.
“hey, kacchan, are you alright?”
he shrugs him off. “tch, why wouldn’t I be? she’s a villain now. if she wants to play villain, we treat her like one.”
katsuki walks away with his heavy boots stomping onto the ground. as he marches down the hallway, looks from sidekicks and heroes never leave him. deep down, katsuki knew the old you was in there somewhere. and to be honest, he wasn’t okay.
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final (ish) part to “ill do anything for you” !!! katsuki bakugo x fem! reader
author’s note: thanks guys for all the support on the other parts!! I will be releasing a part 4 which will be an alternate ending to this story 😳 not sure if I’m gonna come back to this app and write but I’m just clearing out some drafts. reposts are appreciated!!!!
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warnings: fem! reader (she/her pronouns), some sexual language, reader is a pro hero, a lot of tears, angst, language yadayada
PART I PART II
last edited: 2.16.25
over the next week, the thought of katsuki’s words continued to swirl in your mind. you knew katsuki had changed over the years, slowly maturing into the person he is today. perhaps he wanted to fix the relationship, to heal what the two of you had.
even as you got ready for the evening, you couldn’t stop checking your phone. hey if you want to talk, I’m still here. you blinked at your phone. you of course argued with katuski before, but nothing to the point where the two of you had separated. maybe he was sincere and maybe you were ready.
you admired yourself in the mirror, a sleek black dress hugging your frame and shimmering gold jewelry adorning your body with your hair and makeup done. you and mina were going out with the rest of the girls from old class 1a; tsuyu, toru, ochaco, momo, and kyoka. there was a nice restaurant downtown that they all had wanted to try and the dress code was fancy, so black dress it was.
“you ready? you look so good!” mina says as she comes in from downstairs. she wore a skintight black dress with a flowing sheer material that hugged her legs.
“thanks. yeah, I am but…”
“but what?”
it was your husband. you knew bakugo was bad at speaking his mind with words, you’ve always known that since high school. but you knew he really wanted to see you, but didn’t know what he wanted to say. you sucked in a sharp breath. “you know what, i’ll just take the train separately. I have to run home first.”
“oh,” mina looks down. “ohhhh.” then her face brightens up. “it’s bakugo, right?”
“yeah,” you scratch your neck.
“it’s something he said earlier. he really wants to fix this. I want to too. I miss him.”
“well go get your man girl! catch a dick! just let me know if you’re gonna swing by the restaurant.” you’re halfway on your way out the door, giggling at mina’s statement. “alright!”
…
this had to be done.
the guilt was eating at you. you were standing firm on your feelings about the situation, the fact that you felt abandoned and that katsuki cared about his career more than you. but after some thought, you believed his feelings were also valid.
the entire time you walked up to your shared home, your heart was pounding. you weren’t scared of him, but the argument you had made you think twice about who katsuki really was. you hesitantly texted him that you were on your way, wanting to talk. he replied with a simple alright and you were en route to your home.
as you make it up to your floor, your shaky hands dig in your purse of the keys. the entire argument played in your head over and over again. I fucking love you, y/n!
you loved him too.
even thought it felt like you could breath, you persevered into your home. you push open the door to be met with cold air. the apartment is silent and the door shuts behind you with a heavy slam. you don’t call out, but hear the water shutting off in the bedroom bathroom. he was here.
katsuki comes out of the bedroom only wearing a black compression shirt and shorts. you figured he’d just gotten back from the gym and had taken a shower, since his blonde hair was now darker in color and still dripping wet. “hey,” he’s the first to speak. he scans your form up and down as you still stand by the door. he looks better at least; not as tired looking and he stopped the binge drinking. the beer bottles were cleaned up and everything looked in order. “you look nice.”
“thanks,” you whisper and begin taking your heels off. you figured you would be here a while. but if things got heated, you could rush out and still have enough time to compose yourself before meeting up the the girls. “we need to talk.”
he nods and stands put, crossing his arms over his chest. that pose intimidates you, makes you nervous. you take a seat at the bar, swiveling in the barstool. “first and foremost, let’s get one thing clear. if you ever call me a bitch again, I swear to god I’m leaving you.”
his eyes lower. “that’s fair.”
“and second,” your breath is shaking and you twiddle your thumbs. “I want to say that I’m sorry katsuki. I’m so sorry.”
he’s stunned. “y/n —“
“hold on. I need to say this.”
you proceed, clearing your throat.
“I’ve been thinking and I realize that I’ve been mad for a while, maybe for the wrong things without really realizing what I have. a husband that loves me and takes care of me but I also have husband that isn’t around as much and leaves me to run things by myself at the agency.”
your breathing is unstable and tears begin to reach the brim of your eyes. you didn’t want to ruin your makeup, but it was bound to happen.
“but I love you, katsuki. and I’m really sorry that I ever questioned your love for me. and I just really want things to be back like how they used to be. where we were a team and actually talked to each other. we both have our personal goals and we’re both pro heroes but I think we can still be a married couple with those goals, right?”
katsuki is silent. his arms fall to his sides and he comes towards you once he sees you beginning to break down. “I’m just really sorry, katsuki.”
katsuki engulfs you in a hug and you cry onto his shoulder. he’s scared to even touch you and hesitantly lays his hands on your hips. all he could imagine was how scared you looked when he yelled at you and all the rage he felt when you were screaming at him.
“hey don’t cry,” he pulls back and wipes the tears that fall down your face. “what the fuck are you sorry for? I’m the one who called you a…a bitch. that was fucked up, y/n. im the asshole.”
“no, kat..I realized that,” you sigh and sit on the barstool in front of the kitchen island. he follows you to stand in between your legs, with his large hands finding comfort on your thighs. “I realized that our jobs can keep us apart for some time..I was just angry cause, I feel like I don’t see you anymore. we rarely hang out like we used to. and when you come home, you’re exhausted or when I come home, I’m exhausted and our schedules aren’t the same. even though we’re at the same agency. I should’ve just talked to you first before…asking you if you love me. and going off the rails like that.”
katsuki furrows his brows. “y/n, stop…I was being an idiot. you were right, maybe I’m obsessed with being at the top. yeah, I really want to be fucking number one, I always have. but, I didn’t realize I was loosin’ you too. fuck, I didn’t realize I was a shitty husband, loosin’ my wife along the way. and shit…I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” he grabs you again and pulls you into his arms, smelling that sweet perfume he bought you on your anniversary. you hug him, so gently and feeling some tears of his on your back. “fuck, I’m so sorry. just please don’t leave me, I swear I’ll make this right. I take back everything I said.” his voice is cracking. he doesn’t want to cry in front of you, even though you’ve seen him cry many times before.
he pulls back to stare at you. “just promise me you won’t leave me, alright? just please, I can’t lose you. not after everything we’ve been through.” you swear you see a few tears rolling down his cheeks. he’s holding onto your hands with so much strength, you swear your fingers are going to break.
you can tell he’s getting desperate. the worry in his eyes makes his irises shiver and the tears flood from the brim of his eyes. “kat, I can’t promise anything. I mean, i love you and I don’t want to leave you. but if something happens in the future where we fight like this again…you won’t leave me with much of a choice.” you sniffle and look down in your lap.
“how about this,” he starts, wiping his wet face. “I take a couple weeks off. I’ll start communicating, taking some time away from all the missions and we can go back to how it used to be? but shit, if I’m gonna hold off on my career, then you have to meet me halfway.”
suppose katuski was right. you nod and wipe your own tears. “okay..I’ll take some time off too. and you don’t have to always check in with me about what missions you can and cannot take. I don’t want to control you or be a distraction.”
he shakes his head. “y/n, what? I know what I said before, and it was fucked up. but listen princess, you’re never a distraction to me. you’re the best fuckin’ thing that’s ever happened to me. when I go out there, kickin’ those villains asses, I think of you, alright? comin’ home to see you, hear your voice, to hold you. no job will ever get in the way of that.”
you bite your lip. many people never see this side of katsuki, but you’re lucky enough to where he’s able to do it with you.
you pull him into a hug, holding him so tight that you’re afraid that he might let you go. he holds you too, just as gentle, and buries his face into the crook of your shoulder.
“I’m really glad that i have you, katsuki.”
“shit, I’m really glad that you’re still with my ass after all these years.” silence wafts between you two and you wipe your tears. then, you look at him before punching him in his shoulder.
“ah what the fuck?” he winces and touches his arm gently.
“I’m still kind of mad at you.” you punch him again. “if you call me a bitch again, we’re done.” you say in between sniffles.
“so you’ve said. but in all seriousness, I’m so sorry, princess.”
“I guess I can be kind of bitchy anyway,” you snicker but katuski looks even more hurt, lowering his head. “so we’re good?” you then ask.
“I’m good if you’re good.”
that warms your heart. you move out from the barstool and begin taking your jewelry off. it’s way past 8 and you’re in no mood to meet up with your friends at the restaurant. you reach to grab your phone to shoot a quick message to mina, saying that you won’t be coming.
“so,” katsuki perks your interest. “are you stayin’ here?”
“well I was. but all my stuff is at mina’s. and her place is on the the other side of town. I could just stay over there another night and come back in the morning.”
katsuki shrugs. “as long as you come back to me.”
you smile. “of course.”
you impulsively rub your ring finger, still realizing that you never got it back from the other night. “hey kat, do you still have my ring?”
he looks up and digs in his pocket. “I thought you’d never ask for it back.” he rubs the sparky diamond band in between his fingers before you hold your hand out. he grabs your hand and begins to slid it on.
as he’s admiring the rock on your hand, katsuki then grins, shaking his head. “you know what that idiot kirishima said to me? in order to make up, we should have sex.”
you scoff. “oh really?”
“yeah. it’s pretty dumb.”
“well if you think you’re getting some, you’re definitely wrong.”
katsuki then moves to circle his arm over your shoulder, moving you towards your shared bedroom that has been vacant for weeks. “figured, but as long as I have you back, then I’m all good.”
and you were good too.
ngl, i probably wouldn’t have taken katuski back after that argument ☠️ but anyway,,,,,WE MADE IT!!! thank you all for all the support for my first series <333 I’m releasing a mini chapter next of an alternate ending of the finale so stay tuned <3 (btw tumblr was acting so weird with tags and wouldn’t let me tag some of you!!)
I’ll do anything for you (part II) katsuki bakugo x fem! reader
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warnings: language (bc it’s katsuki), slightly suggestive with mentions of raw sex, kirishima has an unnamed non-cannon girlfriend, binge drinking, reader got called a b!tch in part one, fem! reader (uses she/her prns) who’s a pro (hero name or quirk not specified). not spell checked. PART ONE NOW AVAILABLE!!!!!!
last edited 2.16.25
PART I
it had been at least a week since your fiery argument with katsuki. he called the next day after you left and left a string of messages, with none of them even hinting at an apology.
y/n where are you?
are you coming in today?
can we talk?
you didn’t answer his calls or his texts and even turned your location off. you were a pro as well but since you an katsuki both owned the agency, you didn’t have to answer to him and simply stopped coming in. mina luckily let you stay over at her loft apartment and let you sleep in her bed, sulking with bakugo’s hurtful words ringing through your ears.
“you can be such a little bitch sometimes.”
“I do it all for you, y/n!”
that hurt
maybe he was right. you were being selfish. but katsuki didn’t even consider your feelings. that feeling that left you scared after he screamed in your face, making you cower away like a small child. you loved him for sure, and wanted to prove that to him by trying to convince him to stay at home more, but of course, he had better ambitions. katsuki’s dream was to become the number one hero in japan ever since high school. and what makes you think his little wife would get in the way of that?
so you found refuge at mina’s house. she didn’t know much about the situation, except the fact the two of you got into an argument and weren’t talking. it gotten to the point the entire friend group made a group chat without the two of you to discuss what had transpired.
bakusquad without bakugo + y/n 😳
[mina] wtf is going on with bakugo and y/n??
[sero] shiii idk but he’s acting weird asf
[kaminari] HE’S DRINKING!!!! HE NEVER DRINKSSS
[mina] what did he say to her??? she’s CRYING!!!
[kirishima] guys im genuinely concerned. ill be at their place later but its not looking good.
but after a week, almost two, without talking to your husband. you rot in mina’s place until you figure out the next move for yourself.
“I’m home!!!” mina shouts as she walks into her loft apartment, carrying a bag of food in her hand. she removes her sunglasses and sets the bag of takeout on the kitchen counter. “y/n?” she calls.
mina slowly ventures up the stairs to find you laid out on her bed and grabs your foot to shake you. “hey, have you gotten up today? it’s noon.”
in fact you did get up to shower and brush your teeth, as well as change your clothes just to get back in the bed. you shut your phone off and twist over to be met with her smiling face. “I brought some food from that restaurant you like downtown.” she sits on the edge on the bed with her face turning sour. mina looks concerned. your face is flushed out, eyes stained red and heavy bags underneath them from crying and the lack of sleep. the skin of your lips cracked and blistered from biting them out of nervousness. you wonder how katsuki is but deep in your heart, all you say is fuck you katsuki bakugo. “y/n you look like shit. have you…said anything to —“
you shake your head. you already know what she’s going to say. “no, I haven’t. I plan on going in tomorrow anyways. I need to go home and get more stuff.” you swing your legs over the bed to stand and mina stands with you.
mina grabs your shoulders to force you to look at her. “y/n, you need to talk to him. he’s your husband for fuck’s sake. you love him, right? whatever the hell happened between the two of you needs to stop. it’s bugging me the fuck out.”
you sigh. she’s right but you don’t want to listen. you sit back on the bed, rubbing your face in your hands. “well I can’t just stop this, mina. fuck him. you know what he said to me? he said I’m below him and I can never rank above him because I’m a bitch. a bitch. that’s all I am.”
mina sits beside you. her face dropped at what she heard. “y/n —“
“I gave this relationship my all,” your eyes begin to water which burns the rim of your lashes. your cried the entire night, thinking about what you said to him and what you should’ve said. “we went to u.a together and I’m just as good a pro as he is. I mean, what the fuck? he called me a distraction, a selfish brat! I mean who does he think he is??”
mina sucks in a breath and takes your hands in hers. “he’s your husband, y/n. and yeah, he’s a fucking asshat and I’ll break his fucking legs when I see him.”
you let out a snicker and wipe your eyes from the tears that roll down your face. “but I think the two of you need to understand each other. talk this through. shit, it’s bugging me that the two of you are even at this position. I want you guys to get better, you’re my friends.”
jumping up from your seat, you grab your phone and rush down the stairs to grab your shoes. “y/n! where’re you going?” mina shouts from the top level.
“I’ll be back later,” you murmur as you grasp onto the door handle. “just put my food in the fridge.” you leave out the apartment with only silence flooding through.
….
“bro, you love her right?”
the angry blonde manspreads on the couch. it’s around 12:20 in the afternoon. you haven’t answered any of his calls or texts, he doesn’t know where you are but he thinks you’re at mina’s. he hates the taste of alcohol and rarely drinks, but today, he drowns his second beer with kirishima watching beside him.
bakugo has barely slept since your argument. he tried going to work but kept lashing out on other heroes, even civilians without noticing his anger was still pent up from the other night. eijiro suggested he take the rest of the week off, or until the two of you can fix whatever happened. he barely told kirishima what the argument consisted of except that; “I was being an ass to her.”
you don’t give a fuck about the people under you, just if you make it out on top
ouch.
eijiro slaps a hand on his chest in which katsuki jolts. “bakugo. do you love her?”
katsuki looks at him with tired red eyes. “yeah. I do. I love her a lot.”
“okay then what the hell are you waiting for? tell her that!” katuski sets his beer bottle on the coffee table and rests his elbows on his knees, sliding to the edge of the couch.
“I did! but she won’t fucking listen to me.” the blonde stands and throws both of his hands up in exasperation while running one hand through his blonde spikes. eijiro stands beside him. “okay..what did you say to her?”
it pains him to even think about all the stuff he said to you. “fuck I…I said she’s selfish cause doesn’t realize all the stuff I do for her. and I said I have to be away cause I’m a fuckin’ pro. I basically called her worthless and inferior to me. then I called her a bitch —“
eijiro deadpans with his wide eyes blinking rapidly. “you called your girl a bitch, bro?”
katsuki groans loudly. “i said she was acting like a bitch.” seeing that didn’t change kirishima’s expression, katsuki sits back down with his head in his hands. “whatever, i fucked up like I always do. I’m just a shitty person.”
kirishima sits beside him, with his hand on his shoulder. “you’re not…you’re not a shitty person. yeah, you said some shitty things but..y/n loves you. otherwise, she wouldn’t have put up with your ass all these years! do you show her you love her?”
katsuki throws his hands. “I do! I mean we got this place together, I mean, I buy her nice things. I take her out —“
“not material things, bro. I mean, have you ever looked her in the eye and told you that you love her? that you appreciate her?”
katsuki flicks through his mind. he remembers the first time he ever told you he loved you. it was hard for him to even say it. but the two of you were alone, outside the ua dorms all those years ago and staring at the sky. he tilted his head toward you as he lays on his back to watch the stars. he stares at your perfect face with his vermillion eyes, filled with love and softness.
the two of you at the point had been dating for about seven months. you were his first girlfriend, and it took all his emotions to get himself together about telling you. you thought he was playing with your feelings since you were crazy about him. but in reality, he was waiting for the perfect moment.
“hey, don’t get sappy about this shit but…I love you.”
you were cheeky, rolling yourself over to sit on his abdomen. you lean down with his head between your arms and the both of you have grins on your faces. “I know you do.” he pinches your thigh. “hey! but I love you too, katuski bakugo.” you close the gap with a passionate kiss.
the memory floods as bakugo returns to reality. “yeah, I have.” bakugo flickers his attention back up at kirishima.
“okay! your time to say it again, is overdue. and say it passionately, with love. not some half assed saying.”
the air gets silent for a moment before kirishima adjusts his position on the couch before pipping up the next question. “hey uh…when’s the last time you guys…y’know.” katuski bats harsh eyes at him. “had sex?”
bakugo leans back before scoffing. “fuck off, man.”
“I’m asking this in a serious way! not a weird perverted manner.”
“well I’m not telling you.”
“probably been a while, right? with the busy schedules?”
“fuck off.”
“and I don’t mean any of that quickie bullshit! I mean, real, passionate, raw —“
“okay, what’s yer fuckin’ point?”
“my point is…you need to show her that she’s not some..extra. she’s your wife. you can show her that you love her by having sex with her, but you also need to spend time with her. I know the two of you are kick ass pros..but when’s the last time you took her out on a date? showed her you really cared? and you didn’t talk about hero work? you know what works be me and my girl? I let her talk. I let her tell me what’s on her mind. let her relax. without insulting her. plus I actually listen to what she has to say.”
“yeah but she said some pretty fucked up shit to me too,” katuski spits, his face turning from soft and relaxed back to an angry scowl. “where’s my apology in that?”
kirishima sighs. “yeah, the two of you may have said some hurtful words. but just talk to her. apologize to her. show her that you really care.”
on cue, the door jingles signaling that someone’s try to unlock it. katsuki’s stomach drops. “oh,” kirishima speaks and the two guys stand up. you pop in the front door, shocked to see the two familiar faces standing there. you figured the two of them were out, so you could have the apartment to yourself as you pack more things. but your tone turns bitter as you see your husband.
you want to scream at him, slap him, cuss him out. but you wait, maybe even to hear what he has to say.
“hey, y/n,” the redhead speaks first and leans in for a hug which you gladly accept. you look at bakugo to see hurt in his eyes. you look away, feeling that pit of anger in your stomach. you hate to admit, but you really missed him. especially the way he smells, he holds you and kisses you.
“you know, I think I’m going to head out,” kirishima breaks the silent and begins to put on his shoes. call me later, bro.” kirishima slides out and the door shuts behind him.
“i’m just here to get some more clothes. I’ll be at work tomorrow and I’ll finish the reports about that villain from last week,” you break the silence and move past him to the bedroom. you open the drawers and begin swapping out the used clothes for new ones and adding more to your sleepover pile. you noticed katuski was standing in the doorframe with his bulky body leaning against it. he was wearing a black tank top and sweats, showing off his bulging tanned muscles and the battle scars across his skin. ugh, he was tempting you, not intentionally, but it definitely felt like it. he scratched his head and folded his arms across his chest. “you busy tonight? I was thinkin’ we go out.”
you actually were. he must’ve forgot that you told him some weeks ago you were hanging out with the girls from old class 1a. plus, the pain still lingered. the last thing you needed was arguing in some restaurant.“yeah I am, I’m hanging out with the girls.”
was this code for seeing other people? were the two of you at that stage? katsuki felt his heart pang. “oh..well, when can I see you?”
you slam the door and start folding the clothes that are laid out on the bed. “I’ll be at the agency tomorrow —“
“nah, before that?” he steps towards you, his tall frame hanging over your own height. your breath is caught in your throat. god you miss him. the way his vermillion eyes loom down at you with such adoration. he’s hurt. the two of you are. but you can’t bring yourself to talk, not right now. his hand slips onto your forearm and tries to lean down to kiss you. you can’t. you tug away and move to the bed to lay stuff in your duffle bag.
“y/n, can we —“ he reaches out again for you put you move away.
you’re first to spit. “don’t fucking touch me, just…don’t.”
katsuki sits on the bed away from you as you hold the bag in your hands. you stare at him. he looks terrible, but you still didn’t forget about what he said to you. “y/n, what do you want from me?” he speaks with an annoyed tone. “I’m-I’m trying. I’m trying to fix this, just please.”
“we can’t just put a bandaid on it, bakugo.”
“don’t call me that.”
“don’t call me a bitch.”
his tongue pokes his inner cheek. that was out of line, even for him.
“all i want is you, katsuki.” your voice begins to crack. he hates to see you cry, you hate crying in front of him. “that’s all i ever wanted since high school. but you just can’t see that.” you sling your bag over your shoulder and make your way out. he can’t let you go that easy. he follows behind you and grabs your forearm and pulls you back to him.
you jolt and open your mouth to speak, but his grip his strong enough to hold you. you made it clear that you didn’t want him touching you, but you let it slide. “y/n I….really fucking miss you. I just…”
you look a him with worry. you want to hear what he says. what is it?
“where’ve you been stayin’?” oh.
“uh, mina’s.”
“okay.” his grip on your forearm loosens. “I wanna let you know that…fuck, I really want this to work out. I don’t..” he’s bad with words and he really doesn’t want to tear up in front of you, not right now. “I don’t want us to end.” he signals a finger between the two of you. opening his palm, he holds the diamond ring you threw onto the ground a few days ago. “take this back. i want you to have it, you should—“
you give a light smile towards him and fold his palm back into a fist. “I can’t… I’ll let you know when we can meet up? okay?” he nods and you walk out without any other words exchanged.
part 3 in the drafts and possibly an alternate ending coming through. lmk if yall want it 🤭
[angst] I’D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU — in which y/n and katsuki get into their first real fight over their career.
PART I PART II PART III + ALTERNATE ENDING
[angst] HIM & I — you’re a villain who has gone down a dark path and seeks revenge on those who’ve wronged you. can bakugo stop your reign of terror before it’s too late?
“I’d do anything for you” katsuki bakugo x fem! reader
authors note: so I don’t really write anymore and haven’t in years. but I had this in my drafts and I think it’s lowkey tea so why not post it??
warnings: angstttt to the T, argument, language ofc, fem! reader, reader gets called a b!tch. reader is a pro hero (hero name or quirk is not specified), katsuki being mean asf and this isn’t spell checked either so
reblogs appreciated!!
at first the night was fun; having dinner with work friends, dressing nice and people complimenting your work in the field at the heroes gala. you enjoyed yourself — a drink in your hand and your husband, katsuki at your side. but now it seems like your mood went all sour.
you and katsuki had been together since high school and got married three years ago. now you’re both pro heroes ranking high in the ranks but it seems like your jobs drove you two apart. katsuki took jobs away for months at a time which left you to run the agency you guys shared. as soon as one ended, he picked up another one. he’d call you almost every night to update you or tell you he’d be home soon but now, your phone was silent on many nights and you were left in the house all by yourself.
“you have fun?” he breaks the silence and you look out the window to see lights buildings flashing by. your arms were resting on your lap, nails picking at the stray ends on the edge of your black dress. you shrug. “yeah I did.”
the car slows to a red light and katsuki’s foot rests on the break of his porsche. his hand slides to your thigh and your arms are now folded across your chest. his hand rests in between your legs, rubbing exposed skin. “so what’s wrong? why you all quiet n’ frownin’ n’ shit?” he knows you all too well, knowing that just by you sitting there with no expression means something is up. he expected for you to be rowdy and talkative since you had many glasses of alcohol. but it seems like you were tired and ready for bed.
“no reason,” you shake your head and the car starts up again and katsuki is pressing on the gas to go. at the party, you overheard your husband talking with one of his superiors regarding him taking another three to six month mission away from home. they could’ve asked you to go but katsuki would’ve had a fit and you’d change your mind. besides, the rest of the heroes want him. you were good and popular but everyone loved your husband. he was stronger, faster, and much more efficient. plus, he’d never say no to a mission when it would push him higher in the ranks.
katsuki removes his hand from your legs and focuses his attention on the road. “nah, somethin’s up with you. but fine, fuck it then, don’t tell me.” he shrugs and the car goes silent again.
you suck in a sharp breath and bounce your leg. “do you love me, katsuki?” you ask and he quickly snaps his head in your direction.
maybe asking that was a mistake. katsuki is silent at first but then grips onto the steering wheel to control himself. he was seconds away from lashing out, but he knows he shouldn’t yell with you. “what?” he’s stunned. “fuck you mean? of course I fuckin’ love you, i’d do anything for you.” he scoffs. he’s actually offended that you’d ask him a question you already know the answer to. katsuki takes care of you, protects you and is always by your side. and you have the audacity to ask him if he loves you. “y/n, hey.” he pokes your thigh and makes a turn which means you’re getting closer to home. “what’s your problem? why you askin’ me dumb questions?”
you suck in another breath. your eyes start to get glassy with tears and your voice begins to crack. “then why are you taking another mission, huh?” he relaxes in his seat. “if you fucking love me, then you wouldn’t be leaving me again.”
“so you heard that, huh?” he questions. the conversation was supposed to be private — but not private enough where you, of all people, could hear it. “and the hell you mean i’m leavin’ ya? i’m sittin’ here right by your side, ain’t i?” you scoff shaking your head.
“that’s not what I mean,” you snap. “y-you always do this! you leave for months then you come back and I barely get to see you, then you leave again!”
katsuki sighs, already over this whole conversation. “but you know this. it comes with the job —“
“well fuck the job!” you scream, slamming you fist on the console of the car. “what about me, suki?” tears dribble down your cheeks which stain your makeup and you lean back with your arms folded. he expects you to know the cost of having a relationship as a pro hero but it seemed like you were past that. “it seems like you care more about this damn job that me.” you pout and look out the window once more.
katsuki clicks his tongue. “here we go with that cryin’ shit.” he was now heated. he grips the steering wheel, tight and he nears closer to your shared home. “i’m starting to get real fuckin’ sick and tired of your little ‘tude. you know the shit I do pays for the house and pays to take care of you, right? without me, you’d be fuckin’ stranded.”
“stranded? so you’re saying I’d be nothing without you?” your body unfolds and snaps to his side and you point to your chest as you speak loudly. “what a big fucking ego you have. i’m a pro too, you realize that?” you laugh a bit, scoffing some more as you realize how cocky your husband is. “you don’t give a fuck about the people under you, just if you make it to the top,” you mumble, thinking he wouldn’t hear but he does.
“what’s wrong with you, huh? you know, you’re a selfish fucking brat sometimes. you always want everything your way and you act like this when you don’t get what you want. but guess fucking what princess, not everything is goddamn about you!” he was now yelling at the top of his lungs which made you even more angry. “there’s other people in the world that need my attention more you do.”
you weren’t done, even though you should’ve stopped with how much you were crying and how angry you were. “well i’m sorry for actually giving a fuck about you, katsuki! this isn’t healthy, this obsession with you trying to make it to the top. you can’t be the best a everything, bakugo!” your hands were flailing around in anger and the use of his last name really made his blood boil. the car started to roll up to your apartment which was gated and secluded.
katsuki pulls up, making angry twists and turns in the car. “you can be a little fucking bitch sometimes,” he spits. “that’s probably why you can never rank above me in the ranks. always fucking behind me.” his voice was laced with venom and he puts the car in park, his chest rising heavy with anger. you sit there, eyes watering and speechless. katsuki has never raised his voice at you this loud and has never said such harsh words. you blink a few times in disbelief and grab your purse that rests at your feet. “fuck this,” you murmur before swinging the door open and slamming it shut. katsuki is raging and doesn’t take back what he says. he jumps out the car to follow you inside, his feet stomping heavy behind you. you march up the stairs to your apartment and fiddle with the keys to get it open. katsuki stands a few stairs below you and outstretches his arms, his bow tie undone and strewn across his neck. “so that’s it? you have a tantrum and now you have nothing to fuckin’ say?” you ignore him and he follows you up the stairs. you try shutting the door but he catches it with his foot.
when you step inside, you’re greeted with cold air and tears running down your cheeks. you grab your shoes and throw them on the floor as you walk toward the bedroom the two of you share to grab a bag to pack your things. “y/n,” katsuki stands at the door, calling your name in a stern tone. “so that’s it? you just about to run away?”
you’re now taking off your jewelry and manage to unzip yourself to climb out of your dress. you let it pool at your feet and you leave it piled on the floor and find more comfortable clothes to wear. you grab a pair of leggings and a t shirt and begin putting it on. “i’m not running, i’m just getting the hell away from you until you apologize.”
the audacity you had sometimes. he scoffs. “until i apologize?! you the one that fucking started it!” you ignore him again and find clothes in your drawers to throw into your bag. “well you’re the one that called me a bitch, katsuki.” you spin around to face him. “i’m supposed to be your wife,” your voice hitches in your throat as tears fill the brim once more. “we’re supposed to be partners and goddamn equals but you run off to gain popularity. and what about me? you’re just gonna — fucking leave me to run the agency while you go off saving the world. I can’t do this by myself, i-i need you.”
katsuki just stands there. “there you go again doin’ that selfish bullshit,” he spits. “i am home when i can be. but the world doesn’t revolve around just you, y/n.” you sigh and it seems like you’re not getting anywhere with him. you grab your bag and swing it over your shoulder and make your way to the door. “where the fuck are you goin’?” he follows you out and down the stairs where you’re putting your shoes on.
“i can’t fucking do this, not anymore,” you mumble. “you chose your damn career over me! you leave when you don’t have to and I can’t take it!”
katsuki rolls his eyes. he tries for you and maybe he was a bit obsessed with his job because it was his passion. but you were just as important as his career was. “i’m not choosing my job over you, babe,” he raises his voice but doesn’t yell to startle you again. “i fucking love you!”
“well it seems like you —“
you jump at katsuki’s next move as he slams his fist on the counter and veins pop through his skin. “i fucking love you, y/n!” he yells, screaming at the top of his lungs. his skin is flushed red and his fists are balled. you jump, chest heaving and mouth agape as he steps closer to you, inches away from your face. “i’d do anything for you, y/n. yeah, i’m not around that much anymore but i’m doing it for you!” his brows are pinched together and he looks down upon you as you look you. “I can’t babysit you at the agency, I can’t come home all the time for dinner and how the fuck do you think I feel when I see you out there risking your life and gone for a long ass time while I’m stuck at home? huh?!” you blink away tears as he’s inches away from you, yelling with such force. “but if you wanna leave, fine, fuck it. i love you but if you’re gonna make me pick between my career and you, then just go. i don’t need anymore goddamn distractions.”
he almost had you back. but you let out a puff of hot air, speechless as you grab your bag and car keys and head out. before you fully exit, you pull off the diamond ring that rests in your finger, the one that he gave you three years ago, throwing it onto the ground. it slams against the floor with a clattering sound and you pull the door shut. it rings out through the apartment and you rush out, tears leaving your eyes and down your cheeks.
lmk if yall want a pt. 2 <3 if you would like a tag, comment tag in the comments ❤️
It's always "Katara doesn't bloodbend because it's a kid show" this and "Katara should bloodbend/the writers should let her bloodbend" that and never "Katara doesn't blood bend because of her morals and because that's a creepy ass and extremely invasive ability which goes completely against who Katara is and there's no context in which she could ever blood bend on her own free will and still be the same character, even if it wasn't a kid show"
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ theme : risky sex at kirishima's party w katsuki
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ warnings : smut , +18 , p!v sex , risky , caught!kink , drunk sex
kirishima’s party was in full swing - music blaring, people taking shots in the kitchen or smoking a joint on the couch while most of the partygoers were dancing in the living room. the bass was vibrating in your chest and the washing machine under your bare ass felt cold against your hot skin.
your bf!bakugo stood in between your legs, his strong hands holding your plump hips under the hem of your skirt as he pounded his flushed cock into you.
the bathroom was down the hallway near the kitchen, meaning that it wasn’t exactly the most secluded spot in the house. you didn’t even know how you ended up in this situation, your mind was too fuzzy from alcohol and your body too horny to really understand why you wanted to fuck bakugo in kirishima’s family bathroom.
you only remembered how fucking hot he had looked while driving you here – one hand on the steering wheel, the other lazily on your bare thigh. the black tank top he wore was almost seductive, that idiot knew how sexy he looked with his muscular arms visible and legs spread so casually while he drove slightly over the speedlimit.
”kats-” you whined against his neck as your nails dug into his shoulders, the feeling of his thick cock abusing your clenching pussy was making your mind dizzy. you held onto him, the washing machine quietly thumping against the wall with every one of his thrusts. luckily the music was so loud that there was only a small chance that people would hear it.
”shh, too loud” bakugo whispered through his gritted teeth, the softness of his lips lingering on your ear. you sealed your lips and attempted to muffle your soft moans and whimpers, even though you felt his hard tip slamming against your cervix.
”that’s it, that’s it, good girl, so fucking good-” he murmured hoarsely, his soft yet demanding tone made your skin shiver. bakugo’s mint gum breath fanned over your glistening neck, the hands momentarily tightening their grip on your flesh.
a loud knock suddenly echoed in the bathroom. ”yo?! what’s taking so fucking long?!” you heard a yell – it was kirishima.
”shh, don’t yell, dude! someone’s probably fucking there” another voice said, clearly coming from denki.
bakugo slowed the movement of his hips to the point where he rolled between your trembling legs in a slow, fucking torturing manner. the thickness of his cock rubbed perfectly against your wet g-spot, your eyes rolling back and a moan almost escaping your agape lips. he slammed a hand over your mouth, red eyes suddenly piercing through you. bakugo’s cheeks were slightly flushed, his swollen lips mouthing you a sentence of two words;
shut up.
you whimpered quietly against his hand, your eyes glistening from need. the moment was so lewd, so disgustingly illegal, that it made a knot of arousal swell in your abdomen. the idea of bakugo having his cock shoved deep inside of you while your juices leaked all over kirishima’s washing machine - it was like a dirty dream.
you felt your hips beginning to shake and a small quiet whine vibrated against his hand again as you tried to communicate with him that you were fucking about to cum.
”someone could be passed out in there, keep yelling” another voice suggested, a quieter one. it was shoto.
katsuki visibly clenched his jaw as he heard your soft whimpers, and he couldn’t help but snap his hips against you faster, even if it was risky. your pussy was squeezing around his shaft more aggressively, forcing a small guttural groan escape his sealed lips as well.
”hellooooooo?!” kirishima yelled again and banged the door.
however katsuki continued to bang you instead, and soon you felt the wave of hot, pure pleasure spreading throughout your insides. the sensation made your body tremble and legs twitch, forcing bakugo to grab you by the hips with both hands again so you wouldn’t fucking fall off.
however, you managed to keep your voices down by biting your lower lip hard and squeezing your eyes closed, even though you were quite literally seeing stars at that point.
”katsuki…” you whimpered as quietly as you could, which seemed to do the trick since you could feel him twitching inside of you.
he fucked you through your orgasm and with a deep, firm thrust, he emptied himself inside of your clenching walls which were sucking him dry. your soaked and exhausted pussy still squeezed around him while you were feeling dizzy from the sensation of warm ropes of cum filling your hole. a small moan fell from his parted lips as he grew sensitive.
”yo, midoriya! come here!” denki exclaimed, as another pair of steps was heard from outside.
”what?” was deku’s answer which was heard behind the door now.
”open this door with your smash, will ya? we think someone’s literally passed out in there”
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