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would you be down for writing a headcanon where there’s a group of girls talking down on the reader since she doesn’t fit japanese beauty standards (due to her skin color, hair, etc), and todoroki does something about it? we love to see it 😌✌️

OOP- Todoroki said haters who??? It sucks because this is something some of us have to go through just in general, so some of the mean comments are one’s I hear most often used in the world 😔This is also really fuckin long I got carried away again....slight NSFW, just a little mention of it because shoto gotta get his point across

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🔥❄️ Todoroki Shouto

You were aware that you didn’t necessarily fit into the Japanese standards of beauty, but honestly, you didn’t really care, you were proud of who you were and what you looked like!

However, that didn’t make the words hurt any less. You just pretended you didn’t hear what some of the other women said. Specifically the group from the next door agency.

It seemed no matter what, they always had a negative comment to say about you.

“Look at her hair, it’s like a rats nest.” “Maybe we should recommend some skin creams to lighten her skin.” “No, no, I don’t think they’d be able to fix...all of that.” “She should really try out a nose slimmer, but I doubt they’d be able to fit.”

They all had to do with your features, showing how shallow they were. But it always hurt the most whenever they would make comments about you and Shoto.

“I feel bad for Todoroki, he’s so handsome and hardworking, just to have that representing his agency.”

Not only did they insult your looks, but they also didn’t even recognize it was a joint agency that you both had equal control over. It hurt, but there wasn’t anything you could really do...right? After all, you two weren’t public with your relationship, so you felt as if you couldn’t defend yourself without raising suspicions.

While you kept quiet, Shoto heard everything they had said about you. Was this really what was going on while his back was turned? He wanted to ask himself why you didn’t tell him, but he knew that this was something that unfortunately became normal to you.

However, that didn’t mean he was going to sit around and let it continue to happen, oh hell no, he was doing something about it. After all, being the number 3 hero had its perks.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you turn to see Shoto standing in front of you with a worried look on his face. “Oh, Sho, hi, sorry, didn’t mean to space out there!” You’d try to laugh off the fact you were on the brink of tears from what you heard, but it was too late, he already saw and heard.

SOUND THE ALARMS CAUSE TODOROKI BRINGS OUT THE BIG GUNS! It’s like an instant 180-degree turn in personality and lord, you aren’t ready.

“You know...you look really beautiful right now,” he compliments, bringing his hand up to your cheek. You can feel your face heating up and you are sure he notices it too, after all, it’s a sharp contrast to the cool feeling of his right hand.

“The way you practically glow in the sunlight...dare I say, you glow brighter than the sun its self. I’d love nothing more than to take you back to my office and bury my hand in those thick curls of yours and worship you like the goddess you are. I’m sure you’d like that...right, baby?”

You nearly exploded at the nickname, completely thrown off course. Where the FUCK did this Shoto come from and WHY HAVENT YOU EXPERIENCED IT BEFORE?!

While you were trying to get your bearings, he shot a glare toward the group women who were now staring at him with mixed looks of realization, shock, and fear.

“The four of you, I am familiar with where you work. Your actions are not tolerated in the hero industry, so I’d recommend you get to packing your desks at the agency as I will be contacting the head of your department. Take a break from the hero work and focus on the class you will be put in to learn about racial discrimination and why people like you don’t belong in this industry,” he states, as though scolding a child. “And don’t think this is something that will be forgotten easily. I will make sure every other hero agency is notified of your behavior. If you can’t treat a fellow hero with respect because they don’t look like you, then how can we trust you with civilians who don’t look like you, hm?”

He goes IN BABY! Shoto wouldn’t stand for anyone being racially discriminated again, no cap, but when his baby is involved??? Oh HELL NAH, he is going to go full stops to make sure 1.) you are okay and 2.) they get what their ass deserves.

HOLY FUCK MORE SIR PLEASE 🙏🏾

♥︎ ┊stay away from things that aren't yours

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(shigaraki/black f.reader)

＃ tags :: au-idols, reader is an idol, stalking, obsessive & possessive behavior, au-no quirks, breaking and entering, panty-stealing

＃ wc :: 2k

＃ a/n :: inspired by perfect blue, for some reason. this was supposed to be just a drabble.

it didn't come up in the fic, but the other idols are mina & miruko :)

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whoever works at this particular conbini must favor this particular idol group. whenever shigaraki comes in around twelve in the morning, the stupid girls are almost always singing their stupid little tunes and dancing their incredibly shitty dances on the tiny television. he doesn't really pay any attention to it anymore, like background music.

he doesn't know why that has to change now.

for the first time, shigaraki actually watches the tv. the idols are all black (weird⎯considering he lives in such a closed-off country) but sing really well. it might be because this one is in front, the center of attention, but his eyes are drawn to you. your pretty pink skirt flounces lightly as you move around on stage, striking cute poses and tilting your head this way and that. your hips swing in time to the beat, and shigaraki pretends he isn't staring. the little pink bow stands out against the stark black of your hair.

shigaraki shoves his hands into his pockets, turning away from the screen. he puts his usual shit in front of the usual cashier. except, tonight, this is the first time he's ever talked to this girl. "hey, who're they?" he points nonchalantly to the television where the number has now ended, where the idols are all posing, smiling.

the cashier blinks up in surprise. she hadn't been expecting him to speak either. but she brightens up instantly. "oh! they're U☆A!!!" he winces, cringing at the embarrassment evident so unabashedly in her tone. he doesn't say anything else, grabs his stuff, and powerwalks out of there. practically slams his change onto the counter. he feels like everyone is staring at him as he walks home⎯it makes him pull his jacket around himself more, ashamed.

later that night (and well into the morning) sees shigaraki laying down in bed, shoveling food into his mouth as he watches your music videos. he refuses to call you by your shitty stage name (which is just as cute as the rest of your...'concept') and it only takes a few google searches to find your given name. shigaraki stares at the you inside the screen and decides that it fits.

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shigaraki wonders about the things that you like. your idol life cannot possibly be all there is to you. and the videos he watches⎯they don't tell him much. stuff that he doesn't really care about. he doesn't want to know what your favorite color is (purple) or your favorite food (dango) or your favorite animal (black cats). shigaraki wants to know the deeper stuff. he wants to know the things that matter. he wants to know what things you fear⎯really fear, the things that keep you up at night.

oddly enough, he wants to know the shit that makes you happy too.

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why did you decide to become an idol?

no seriously. why. it's such an invasive job, and people are watching your every move. shigaraki's watching your every move. some of your fans aren't as generous, or supportive. sometimes they say bad things in the comments of your music video (shigaraki initiates a few arguments with a few of them⎯despite knowing next to nothing about the group), on social media. your managers post a video of you and the other two girls reading these comments aloud. tears prickle in the corner of your eyes but you all force yourselves to continue.

the comments in that video are all positive. but something still tells shigaraki that your tears are earnest.

so why do you put yourself through things like that. do you like it? in some twisted, messed up way? do you secretly get off on the attention, like how he secretly gets off to you?

whore.

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the narrator is not visible.

his voice is tinny-sounding, like a nerd, or something. he asks irrelevant questions. things that most people can find out due to the internet. if shigaraki were the interviewer, he would ask you things people would actually want to hear.

you and your other members sit in chairs, lightly snacking on cheap treats. once again, you're wearing some pink dress, complete with frills and lace, high socks, and little white mary janes. you look like a child. shigaraki wonders what sick fuck designed this. compared to the other members of U☆A, your performance outfits always reveal a bit more, skirts always bordering on too-short⎯and yet, for interviews and whatever else the band does for promotion, you're always shoved into these light-colored pastels and the hideous lolita like-style. he's seen you dress casually, you prefer cute leggings and tee-shirt combos.

you eat delicately, taking cute nibbles and moaning softly at the taste. the camera pans in on your face. the idol to your left elbows you subtly, and you drop the snack. shigaraki pauses the video.

he's hard.

with a loud, lazy groan, he debates on whether or not to rub one out quickly. he does. it feels good, really good, but it isn't enough. that scares him a little.

he goes to work, a bit earlier than normal, humming the tune to U☆A's latest single. when he finds out he's doing it, he clamps his mouth shut immediately, eyes darting around the room to see if anyone else noticed. no one has. in his free time, he googles more shit about you. he absorbs the information like a sponge, desperate for every tiny piece to the puzzle.

soon, shigaraki realizes, that the internet won't be enough anymore. he wants to judge you on a personal account, and no one is really one-hundred percent on the internet. he has to get closer.

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most people would call this stalking. breaking and entering. most people would put shigaraki behind bars if they found out what he was doing. he is aware of this, which is why he won't get caught. your lock is incredibly easy to pick, requiring almost no effort and it was no issue getting past 'security' (the things he can get away with if he actually cleans up every once and a while) at the lobby of your building.

the idol group must not be popular enough to warrant a full-blown security team but make enough money from revenue for you to live in one of the best-gated communities in roppongi. your neighbors probably don't even realize they're living next to an idol. your neighbors are also not home. it makes shigaraki's job a lot easier. he had been following you for a while (shitty security, remember? you were practically easy pickings) to and from the studio each day. and what a good little idol you are. there is a reason why you're the center. you clearly work the hardest. first to arrive, last to leave. you dance the best, helping your members when they can't get the steps just right, voice carrying over the notes longer⎯higher. shigaraki could watch you for hours, just like this.

sometimes, he wishes for a private show. wishes that you were at least a solo artist so when he sneaks into the studio (pretending to be a janitor⎯or a staff member) he could watch you, and only you alone.

he slips his shoes off in the gakuen. says "taidama" just for the hell of it and imagines your melodic voice responding "okaeri".

the layout of your small apartment looks lived in. there are clothes strewn about in the bedroom, and shigaraki finds sticky notes in the most random of places. his hands itch to find the memo pad, and a pen. to leave notes of his own. he tips his head back, imagining the sight of you finding a sticky note tucked into the very back of the medicine cabinet. you'd be surprised at first⎯wondering when and why you would have hidden a note back there. then the horror to find out that the handwriting isn't yours.

shigaraki shakes his head, stamping his foot on your hardwood floors to bring himself back to the present. he can imagine dirty scenarios about you later. he hasn't learned your schedule completely just yet (you are quite fond of taking detours and getting distracted so you are either always late or never where you're supposed to be) and the last thing he needs is for you to come home early. or maybe, maybe pushing you to the floor, clamping a hand over your mouth⎯finally getting the answers to the questions that had been driving him crazy⎯

he rifles through your hamper, doesn't find anything worth stealing. the panty drawer is next⎯mostly panties in white or black. some in beige, some pink. he has to dig to the bottom to find the good stuff; a handful of animal print (coupled with lace). he shoves the cowprint into the pocket of his coat. and then the zebra stripes for good measure.

it takes a while for him to summon the want to leave. the need to leave something of himself behind is strong, had been growing ever since he shoves your underwear into his coat pocket twenty minutes ago. after all, if he has something of you, shouldn't you have something of him too? shigaraki decides that this is only fair, and takes the underwear out of his coat pocket and puts it into the pockets of his black slacks instead.

he throws his coat over the first pile of clothes that he sees⎯it's not like you'll be able to tell that it isn't yours. at least not yet. besides, it gives him reason to visit again.

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you bump into him entirely by accident. well, it hadn't exactly been fully planned through on his end, but the literal running-into-each-other was all you. although shigaraki does fumble with his cup of coffee, spilling it everywhere. hisses through his teeth to make it seem realistic, to make it seem like some burned him through his thick hoodie and sweatpants. hook.

you are quick to apologize, running to grab napkins to clean up the mess. it takes you a few trips and shigaraki just stands there dumbly, refusing to help out. he feels like maybe he might be stuck to the floor. he can't quite get over the fact that your so close, within touching distance, and you're awake for it, not asleep. it's addicting. he could reach out and touch your face if he wanted to⎯curl his fingers into your hair. shigaraki shoves his hands into his pockets, to help him fight the temptation.

"sir! are you okay? i didn't mean to! i should be watching out where i'm going and i hope you weren't waiting for that for a long time-" your words die in your throat (very suddenly, in a way that would be very awkward if shigaraki hadn't done any of this on purpose), and you go speechless, eyes scanning over his face. it's extremely obvious that your checking him out right now. he wishes he had worn something a bit more form-fitting. line.

"it's whatever" he mutters, rolling his eyes, even though his heart rate picks up at the sight of your shy smile. so you like what you see. that just makes it easier then.

"no! no! are you free? i'd love to buy you another one. and a muffin too, if you want. personally, i recommend them" he wants to snarl and snap that he knows, unlike your wandering mind, you more or less stick to the same food orders in each of the venues you vacate.

shigaraki forces himself to frown instead. "that's not really necessary⎯"

"i insist!" there are hardly any customers in the cafe. an elderly couple in the back who frown upon the incident, but turn to talk towards each other and a few university students. no one to come run intervention, besides the three staff members in the back. god, why is everything so tauntingly easy? "i feel really bad, please let me make it up to you"

shigaraki could think of ten ways you could make it up to him. none of them involve coffee.

"fine. okay. i'm free for about forty-five minutes"

a smile blooms onto your face. you couldn't hide your emotions even if you wanted to. "great!" and then you lead him to a table, hand brushing up against his arm. it's entirely by accident, and you have no idea what you do to him.

motherfucking sinker.

bnha boys x poc!reader : Their favorite body part

A/N: Hey! I’m Em, and this is my first actual post on here. I’m still trying to figure out how this works so please stick with me lol. Also, please request! My request are open for literally anything and any character in BNHA.

Pairings: Midoriya, Bakugou, Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, Todoroki, Iida x gn!black!reader Pronouns: gender neutral WARNINGS: references some nsfw stuff, but no actual smut. Cursing.

Midoriya - thighs

Sure this boy may seem innocent, but when you're alone he's a little freaky. 

He loves your thicc thighs because they're soft and smooth and before you came along, he just never realized he was missing out on so much.

If you're insecure about your thighs, he will spend HOWEVER long it takes to show you that they are beautiful. 

If you're sitting on the couch, he'll lay his head in your lap. 

He loves to squeeze them and sometimes when you're out in public he'll put one of his hands on your thigh. 

He literally cannot keep his hands to himself when it comes to you.

Bakugou - ass

Was this really a surprise though? 

He just strikes me as an ass man, don't get me wrong he likes tiddies too, but this boy LOVES your ass. 

It doesn't matter the size, big or little, he will always find a way to touch it.

If you're wearing jeans, he'll put a hand in your back pocket. 

If you're laying on your stomach, you best believe this boy will lay on that ass. 

When you hug, he'll be a little naughty bitch and give your ass a squeeze and then act like he didn't do anything when you send him a look. 

He'll always want you to sit on his lap too. 

When you throw that ass back at the club, you already know this fucker's gonna catch it ALL. 

He literally cannot get enough.

Sero - hands

He loves your hands. 

He loves how soft they are and he always wants to hold your hand. 

He can't get enough of looking at how perfectly your smaller hand fits into his. 

He loves pressing kisses to your hands and he absolutely loves it when your hands run through his hair.

He will always find a way to hold your hand. 

He will definitely always pay for your nails because he wants his baby to look good and feel good. 

He also loves watching your hands wrap around his di- umm but that's something for a different story.

Kirishima - hips

He absolutely LOVES your hips. 

He had never seen a girl with curves like yours, he fell in love with your body and after your first conversation he fell in love with your personality. 

He loves the way you look in skirts and shorts, but his favorite is the way your curves look when you were bodycons and tight dresses.

He loves to give you hugs from behind and wrap his hands around your waist. 

He will somehow find a way to always touch your hips. 

When you hug, hands on hips. 

When you kiss, his hands are on your hips. 

When you walk side by side, he'll slowly pull you closer and his hand will somehow end up on your hips. 

He 100% will grip those hips when y'all dance at the club. 

He loves to give you hickeys everywhere but you best believe that you'll find some on your hips the morning after.

Kaminari - tiddies

This boy lovessss tiddies, which isn't really surprising because he definitely seems like the type that would. 

He doesn't care if they're small or big, if you're insecure about them he will not stop talking and showing you how much he loves them until he convinces you that they are beautiful.

This motherfucker will have you sit on his lap and hug you and then put his head on your tiddies. 

When he hugs you from behind, he'll give them a squeeze and run away knowing you'll chase him and threaten to hit him. 

He won't learn though, because he will do it again a few minutes later.

When y'all are getting spicy, he'll definitely motorboat you and then ask to tiddiefuck.

Todoroki - legs

He loves those legs. 

As Meg said, "put them legs on his head, now he love tall women". You don't have to be tall though, but he can't stop looking at your legs, especially when you wear short skirts or short shorts. 

He loves how smooth they are. 

He will always find a way to make you put your legs on him. 

When you're on the couch, he'll move you so that your legs are on his lap.

When y'all train together, your hero outfit is basically a leotard (for a better range of motion), but he will literally get distracted because you look hot as fuck in that outfit. (as he should)

He loves when you wear heels too, because you look commanding and confident as fuck. 

During those spicy encounters, he definitely will put your legs on his shoulders and spend extra time kissing up your legs when he eats that wap.

Iida - lips

He loves everything about you, but his favorite physical thing is your lips.

The way your lips look heart shaped because of your defined cupid's bow really gets him going. 

He loves it when you smile, and when you talk he definitely zones out and watched your lips. 

You thought it was funny, and he blushed and denied it instantly, but you both knew the truth.

He also loves how soft they are. 

He will find any excuse to kiss you. 

Oh you got a question right when you were studying with him? kiss. 

You trained well together? kiss. 

You brought him food? kiss. 

Literally anything. 

He loves watching you put chapstick, lip gloss, and lipstick on. 

Like he will literally sit there and watch you. 

He also loves fucking your mouth, but we'll save that for later ;)

Tags:

You Know What They Say...

Warnings: swearing, fluff Pairing: Bakugou x reader (I originally was going to do Kiri, but this doesn’t really fit him lol)

This uses gender neutral pronouns bc everyone deserves to see themselves in (y/n). 

Description: The first date with Bakugou was going awesome, well until (Y/N) and Bakugou went to see one of the worst movies they had ever seen...anyways Bakugou sat there oddly quiet until (y/n) started trashing the movie and cursing out the characters...Bakugou was pretty sure he wanted to go on a second date after that.

Anywaysss GO GET YOUR MANS....

YOU WERE WALKING down the hallway towards your locker since school had just ended, intent on grabbing your books and heading outside to walk back to the dorms. Well, that was your plan until you saw the blonde spikes that belonged to king explosion murder himself. “Hey Baku!” You called, speeding up your steps to catch up with his stride.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that, Big Hair.” He growled, shooting you a side glance. You smiled widely at him, laughing off the hostility as you slid your arm around his. He looked down at where your arms were connected but didn’t say anything about it, surprisingly enough. “I will if you go to the movies with me.”

Bakugou was quiet for a moment as you both walked outside, rolling his eyes before opening his mouth again. “Don’t make me regret it.” He said simply as you stopped, eyes widening in realization. 

“Wait so that’s a yes?!” Your smile widened despite his grimace.

“I said don’t make me regret it.” He repeated, his tone harsh, but once again you ignored it.

“Ok! The movie comes out this Friday! I was thinking about the 6:30 showing. We can meet here if you want?” You suggested as he grumbled something to himself before spinning around to look at you again. 

“I’ll be at your room at 5.” He said beginning to walk away.

“But the movie doesn’t start until 6:30...”

“We’re getting food first.” Bakugou answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Your eyes widened but you said nothing, simply nodding before you sped up your steps again, walking next to him quietly as you both headed back to the dorms. 

You got in the elevator with him, the doors closing as you both remained silent, though you would sneak glances his way every now and then. You got to your room, stopping to unlock the door, not even realizing Bakugou had walked out of the elevator behind you, stopping and leaning against the wall opposite your door.

“What color do you like?” He questioned, startling you as you dropped your key staring at him with a hand to your heart. 

“Wh-what?” You blinked.

“What color do you like Dumbass?” He repeated a little more irritated than before.

“My favorite color? Why?”

“Just answer the question Dumbass!” His voice grew louder as you chuckled at his outburst.

“My favorite color is (your favorite color).” You answered simply as he nodded once and walked away. 

TIME SKIPPPPP

It was finally Friday and you had finished with school and had done your homework. You finished touching up your outfit and putting on your makeup (if you wear it, if not just ignore that). 

You turned to glance at the clock, being interrupted when a knock sounded at your door. You grabbed your phone and bag (if you want one, if not just ignore that) and opened your door. 

There stood Katsuki Bakugou wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He stuck his hand out as a faint pink dusted his cheeks, revealing a small bundle of flowers in your favorite color. A smile grew on your face as you took the flowers from him.

“Thanks Baku.” You said softly. “I love them.” You put the flowers on your desk in a half full water bottle, reminding yourself that on the way back you had to stop to get a proper vase for them.

You closed the door behind you, sneakily sliding your brown hand into his paler one as you walked down the hall towards the elevator. He didn’t protest to having your hand in his so you left it, not noticing the faint smile that sat on his lips.

Bakugou took you to a ramen restaurant and ordered the spiciest thing on the menu for himself and the second spiciest thing for you. 

“I could’ve ordered for myself, you know?” You said as you both began to eat, the ramen arriving after a short amount of time. 

“You can order next time.” He said after a moment causing your face to heat up at the realization. Next time.

“Let me try yours.” You pleaded, holding your chopsticks out. He rolled his eyes yet obliged, as you took some of his and you held your bowl out to him, offering some of yours.

“Mine’s better.” He remarked as you rolled your eyes with a smile. You talked about random things and about the movie which was supposed to be an adaption of a show you loved and that you had been waiting a year for it to come out. (Let’s pretend it’s The Last Airbender movie).

Over dinner, you learned that Bakugou liked it too and you began arguing about which nation was the best. Of course he said Fire Nation, but you said that Water Nation was best because Katara and Sokka were the best. 

“You know, Zuko’s pretty hot.” You said before drinking some water, watching as he started rolling his eyes and growing irritated. He was jealous.

“Whatever.” He huffed.

“Not you getting jealous over a fictional character.” You said teasingly, trying to hold in your giggles as his eyes narrow slightly and he scoffs at you, but doesn’t deny it. “Don’t worry Katsu, I only like one Hothead.”

“Damn right.” He replied proudly. “Hey who are you calling Hothead?!”

“You.” You replied. “Come on let’s go to the movies before we miss the previews!” You said as you took out your wallet at the same time he did. He pushed your hand away as he got money out.

“No.” He said simply as you continued to both try and put money to pay.

“Katsuki. I’m not letting you pay for me.” You said simply. You didn’t like when people paid for you. (When the author interjects herself into the character 😙) 

“No (Y/N).” He said, shoving the money in before snatching the check from the table before you could do anything. He ended up paying and you pouted at him. “What’s wrong with you now Big Hair?”

“I wanted to go Dutch.” You said as he rolled his eyes, before taking your hand in his again. (going dutch means splitting the bill in half, so you would each pay half.)

“Next time.” he replied simply before pulling you into the theater. Damn it, he did it again! Next time...

You both got into the theater, which was at the moment fairly empty since you had gotten there early to get the best seats. You pulled Bakugou around the theater to find the best seats, doing it twice until you finally decided on the seats right in the middle of the theater. “Are you done now?” Bakugou questioned with a raised eyebrow. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he found it cute what you had just done...though he seemed to be finding everything you were doing cute simply because it was you. 

“Yes.” You said triumphantly before tossing some popcorn into your mouth. The theaters filled up a short while later and before you knew it, the movie was starting. 

The arm rest between the two seats you were both in moved up, so the explosive blonde pushed it up and pulled you closer to him as you held the popcorn in your lap. You looked at him a small smile on your face, and he was thankful it was dark so you couldn’t see him blushing. 

It had only been two minutes into the movie and you already were angry about it, frowning at the way they had already pronounced avatar and it had only been the first lines of the script. “It’s Avatar not Oh-vatar.” You grumpily stated as Bakugou raised an eyebrow not expecting you to say anything, though you had been right. 

You were trying your best not to get angry, but M. Night Shyamalan was making it very hard. You were doing fairly alright and stuck to just angrily eating popcorn until this scene came up. 

(disgraceful...a joke....can you tell I'm not salty 😒)

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! This movie is a fucking joke!” You said letting some popcorn fall out of your hand as Bakugou tried to hide his smirk by eating popcorn. 

It wasn’t like you were the only disappointed one either, the theater was full of fans and they were all disappointed. 

“It’s a steaming pile of shit!” You said angrily, looking over to see if Bakugou was agreeing with you. He simply looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“Can you stop cursing? There are children present!” A woman said standing up in the middle of the theater, a few rows below you. She wildly gestured towards her six year old son sitting there looking embarrassed by his mother. He was gently tugging her sleeve to get her to sit down, but she wasn’t budging as she stared at you.

“Shut up Karen!” You called, rolling your eyes. She looked around to see who had said that as Bakugou burst out laughing.

“You are a horribly disrespectful child! Your mother should’ve raised you better! Letting you curse like that, she should be ashamed.”

“Hey shut the fuck up, shitty woman! Don’t talk about her like that!” Bakugou said angrily, creating sparks in his hand, his red eyes narrowing at the middle aged woman. The woman began sobbing and screaming as employees shut the lights on and the woman pointed the two of you out saying that you had threatened her and her son.

Needless to say, you had been kicked out of the theater and banned and the movie had ended for the night, though most people thanked you for them out of their misery. 

“What a bitch.” You mumbled as the two of you decided to walk around the downtown area since the movie had ended earlier than you had expected.

Katsuki Bakugou didn’t say anything but the smirk on his lips said enough. “What?” You questioned curiously.

“Nothing.” He said shaking his head as you walked into a store to buy a vase for the flowers that were in your dorm. When you arrived back at your dorm, the two of you hadn’t really talked that much walking back, but you didn’t need to it wasn’t an awkward silence...it was nice. “Next Friday.” He said simply before beginning to walk to his room. 

You grabbed his wrist to stop him, confused by what he had just said. “What?” You questioned, your eyes searching his face. 

“Dinner. Next Friday.” He said simply. “I’ll message you. Goodnight, Big Hair.”

“N-Night Hothead.” You called back after a moment seeing him walk away towards the elevator. He didn’t turn around, and you couldn’t tell from where you stood but he was smiling. Next Time.

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HOT TOMALES! I just got a great idea for a request! Bakugo, Fatgum, Sero, and Hawks hcs of them with a black!fem!s/o but she has a Galaxy quirk. It gives her purple blue eyes with stars and constellation pupils that changes when she blinks, she blushes stardust and mini stars, has sparkly tears, and her quirk allows her to use black holes, comet like projectiles, and she can make mini stars and planets appear from her energy along with spreading stars and constellation like freckles all over her body. (I saw these gorgeous art designs and I couldn’t help myself. I do not own the art, they are just inspiration to me for this request 😭✨)

“She’s Out of This World” - Headcannons

Pairings: bakugou, fatgum, sero, and hawks x black!fem! reader Pronouns: she/her Warnings: none...besides a few curse words (cough...bakugou...cough)

Thanks for another great request <3

He definitely was NOT looking forward to the new foreign student joining the class when Aizawa first announced it

But then you stepped through the oversized doorway and he very obviously did a double take

Bakubitch was seeing stars...literally...you were flustered and blushing stardust

Bakugou thought that you were hot and your quirk was cool...though he would NOT admit it

He was definitely overly aggressive towards you when you met each other because bby boi didn’t know how to express his feelings

Hi crush grew when he saw you wouldn’t take his shit and you talked back...(he thought that was hot as fuck)

“Hey (y/n)-chan?” Midoriya asked from his seat, his half burnt journal out as he held a pen in his hand. His green eyes were wide as he looked you over before scribbling things down

Bakugou wasn’t saying anything and was pretending to be on his phone but he would look up every so often to see if you found Deku as annoying as he did

He was kinda bummed when he saw you didn’t

“What’s up Midoriya?” You asked back as Midoriya looked back up at you, loosing his train of thought when he saw the constellations in your eyes change and shooting stars in the purple-blue orbs when you blinked or got excited.

“C-can you make stars and planets and stuff?” He asked after a pause. This caught the explosive blonde’s attention as he watched you smile and nod.

“Yeah...do you want me to do it now?” Everyone nodded in response to your question, their eyes now focusing on you.

A mini galaxy began to appear above your hands, a small smile on your face as you looked at everyone’s excited and impressed faces.

“Woah! You’re really hot!” Mineta said, catching you off guard as your eyes widened and you cheeks became covered in stardust, a shooting star appearing above your head.

“T-thanks.” You grew even more flustered as some of the other boys agreed

Bakugou glared daggers at Mineta for breathing near you, so the fact that he talked to you was pissing him off even more

Mineta’s ass got BEAT after school and the next day Mineta wouldn’t even look at you

You caught the satisfied smirk on Bakugou’s face that he tried to hide when he saw Mineta practically piss his pants

“You know you could just talk to me...” You said from your seat behind Bakugou with a small laugh as Bakugou tried to hide his quickly reddening cheeks

He LOVES to talk about you and show you off, even if not a lot of people get to see you together because y’all are pro-heros

Will definitely talk everyone’s ears off when given the chance about how cool your galaxy quirk is and how strong and powerful you are to the point where some of his friends are convinced you aren’t real because they haven’t seen you together

No one questions him anymore after you joined him and his two interns on patrol when they spotted you after you had just finished your own patrol

“Excuse me.” You looked down when you felt a small tug at your belt, seeing a little girl with pigtails and warm brown eyes.

“Hi sweetheart.” You smiled widely at the girl as you kneeled to her level, noticing the doll of you in her arms and the small stars that were drawn on her cheeks.

“I wanna be just like you when I grow up! I already told my mommy!” The little girl told you excitedly as a woman who looks like the older version of the little girl in front of you smiles at you with a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“I think you’ll make a great hero one day.” You told her as her eyes seemed to shine in adoration. Her little hand touched the stars on your cheek as she mumbled about how pretty it was.

“Thank you.” You laughed lightly as the little girl blushed.

“I can make sunlight!” She explained after a moment, excitedly showing you her hands that formed the little ball of light.

“Watch this.” You smiled, putting your hands around hers as you made tiny planets and a mini galaxy around her little ball of light that looked like a sun.

“Woah!” The little girl excitedly jumped up and down before hugging you as her mother thanked you before the pair walked off. You stood turning when you felt eyes on you.

It was your boyfriend, Toyomitsu and his two interns who had been watching the little exchange with small smiles.

“Are these your interns!” You asked him excitedly as you pulled at his large hand, eyeing the two teenagers.

“Mmhmm.” He nodded proudly. “Isn’t she out of this world?” He asked to the boys with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes at his corny joke, but let out a small laugh. 

“Do you want to join us?”

“Of course! Toyomitsu literally doesn’t stop talking about you two! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Really? He hasn’t stopped talking about you either.” Kirishima said as your starry purple and blue eyes looked from the redhead to your boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. He just smiled at you, a soft pink covering his cheeks as he shrugged.

Flex tape is super into you from the moment he saw you, but he was too nervous to say anything to you in the beginning

He was convinced you would go for someone like him (which is stupid bc he’s so cute)...he was obviously wrong

Both you and Sero’s quirks have pretty practical applications, especially when you generated small suns and moons as light sources

The first time you generated a black hole kinda scared him tho...even if it was a small one

Once you convinced him that you had complete control over the black hole, he wasn’t so nervous about it anymore.

Definitely takes advantage of the black hole creation ability of your quirk now too

“Hey (y/n) can you come over?” Your boyfriend called you. This made you nervous because you thought something bad could’ve happened...like that one time Sero had accidentally gotten his tape stuck in a fan while it was accidentally stuck in his hair

“What happened? Did you start a fire? Was Denki involved? Is there another fan, because I can go get my scissors again!” You said quickly as you stood at his door in the dorms. 

You had rushed there so it had only taken you a moment to get there after he had hung up.

“Nope...no fire, Kaminari wasn’t involved, and there isn’t another fan incident...but I kinda broke the vacuum cleaner and there’s glitter all over my room.”

“Why is there glitter everywhere?” You looked from the mess all on the floor to your boyfriend who smiled sheepishly at you.

“Well, Kaminari thought it would be fun to do a prank...and the test kinda backfired...”

“I thought you said Kaminari wasn’t involved?”

“Uh-” He stopped when you held your hand up with a sigh.

“What am I supposed to do about this Hanta?”

“I was thinking that maybe you could use a black hole...since it’s kinda like a vacuum?”

“Fine.” You sighed after a pause in conversation, nodding once before you made a small black hole appear in your hand. Pointing it towards the floor you sucked up all of the glitter before making the black hole disappear again.

“I knew it would be faster than a vacuum!” Sero told you as he hugged and thanked you.

“Don’t be so messy next time...and maybe stay away from the glitter.” You laughed.

Keigo was kind of caught off guard when he first saw you.

He originally thought your quirk had just changed your appearance and that it was only creating stars, well until one day...

You see, the pair of you had moved in together and had also gotten a dog because why the hell not?

Anyways Keigo was supposed to be getting home any moment from patrol and since you had been off that day, you stayed home with your dog

“Did you have to ruin your toys so quickly? We just brought you this ball.” You complained to the small rambunctious animal who simple stared up at you with big brown eyes and a wag of its tail.

“Alright, let’s try this then.” You said after thinking for a moment. You created a small planet before throwing it down the hall. If your dog broke it, you could simply make a new one and it wouldn’t be a waste of money.

The dog happily chased after it before appearing a moment later with the small blue planet in its mouth. It put the sphere down at your feet, looking up at you and waiting for you to throw it again.

The door opened as you threw it down the hall again, Keigo walking into the house after just getting off. 

He set his goggles on the table by the door along with his special headphones, taking his gloves and jacket off at the door.

“I’m home, Birdie.” He called out as your dog ran towards him and dropped the strange new ball that he didn’t remember getting at his feet.

“I’m in here.”

“Weird.” The pro-hero mumbled before tossing the ball again and walking towards where your voice had come from.

“How was patrol?” You asked as your dog appeared again, the broken planet in front of him on the ground at your feet.

“It was fine...nothing major.” He answered simply, watching as you sighed giving a look to your dog before putting your hands together and making another small sphere, this time a purple color.

“Try not to break it so quickly this time.” You told the dog before tossing it.

“What was that?” He questioned as you looked at him confused. “When you put your hands together?” He clarified.

“Oh...did I forget to tell you? He broke his new ball, so I created a planet for him. I just figured it would be easier than buying him another toy that he’ll just end up destroying.” You shrugged.

“You can make planets?”

“Among other things.” You laughed softly at the surprised face he made. “I thought I told you.”

“No...but that’s cool as hell! What else can you do?” He asked, his eyes not leaving yours as he laid his head in your lap as you both sat on the couch with you explaining your quirk in depth.

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The Warrior Queen & Her Pharaoh: Part I

Part I: In the Beginning

In honor of Black History Month (that’s coming up), and because I’m a nerd for mythology of any type, I thought it would be fun to write about one of my favorite time periods, Ancient Egypt. 

We didn’t really get to spend much time on them in school, and I love learning about these powerful Egyptian gods, goddess, pharaohs, and queens. 

So N E ways...ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS...um WTF ILY <3

I TOOK SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES (all characters are 18+ in this)

Pairings: pharaoh!god! Bakugou x warrior!princess! Reader Warnings: cursing, disrespectful people, bad bitch Mitsuki Description: Before the new pharaoh can be officially crowned, he must wed. You, the queen of a large warrior tribe called, The Zodos Tribe, are in the same position...the only problem? The future pharaoh is a bit of an ass.

*Extra info: this is written in third person so even though this is a reader insert, I’ll be writing it as if you’re another character so basically no me/my*

and yes, I’m aware it is kinda short and Bakugou isn’t in it that much, but it’s to set the scene lol...I promise there will be a lot of Bakubitch content in the next part

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𓂀 PART I  𓂀 PART II 𓂀 

The arid air and blazing sun didn’t make for the most comfortable environments, and yet many people called the desert home. 

In a secluded river valley lived the Zodos Tribe, the most fearsome warriors throughout the land, known for their brutality and unmatched strength. Though to (y/n), they were her family and her people. 

Princess (y/n), the eldest of seven children, sat in the ornate palace that overlooked the main river. She had recently been crowned the queen of her people after her father chose to abdicate the throne. Her attendants sat around her while others waved large palm leaves, blowing the dry air in an attempt to make it cooler. 

“(y/n), ready your belongings! You are to depart with your father within the hour.” The 18 year old turned seeing her mother’s slim form approach her. 

Eshe was the personification of grace, similar to her only daughter, though she was taller. Her smooth dark skin glittered in the sunlight and her golden eyes searched her daughter’s face for any signs of backtalk before a content look crossed her face when (y/n) simply sighed and nodded. 

“We readied her belongings already, Queen Mother.” (y/n)’s attendant, Subira, answered as she bowed upon her entrance to the room. 

“Very well.” Eshe nodded, her snake like eyes shifting from her daughter and her servants to the landscape. “Go ready yourself. You are to meet royalty, Girl.”

“I am royalty, Mother.” (y/n)’s tone was laced with boredom as she stood from her seat. “What’s so special about these royals I am to meet, anyways?”

“That is not my place to tell.” She replied before pushing her daughter towards her room and into the large bathroom. The cool stone rubbed against her warm skin as (y/n)’s attendants unrobed her and bathed her while two others released her hair.

Some time later, the teen was redressed and her hair had been braided again, this time with decorative gold beads and thread woven into her thick dark hair. She had been dressed into a white sleeveless sheath dress, over that a sheer white and gold kalasiri tied in place with a gold and intricately beaded sash. A wide beaded collar was secured around her neck, brightly colored stones and metals woven and set into the necklace.

(y/n) slid on a new pair of reed sandals after Subira had finished her makeup, the dramatic black liner around her almond shaped eyes made the golden hue that she had inherited from her mother shine in the light. “Let us depart.” (y/n) motioned to her ladies as they nodded, following after her as the teenage queen adjusted the heavy silver and gold bracelets around her wrists.

“You look like a true queen, (y/n).” Her mother said as (y/n) walked past the room she had once been in. 

“Thank you Mother. I will be off now.” (y/n) called back, not waiting for a response before walking out of the palace and towards her royal chariot where her father stood talking to one of the servants.

“Prepare the chariots.” Her father’s deep voice commanded as the servants nodded running off to get the large chariots ready for the journey. (y/n)’s father turned to look at her, his dark brown eyes looking her over once before smiling. “You look beautiful, Daughter.”

“Thank you, Father.” (y/n) smiled back as the servants ran back over stating that the chariots were ready to go.

(y/n) didn’t ask many questions of her father, mainly because she didn’t really care where they were going, though butterflies seemed to fill her stomach when the large palace in the capital city came into view as they crossed over another dune.

“Your mother asked me to remind you of your manners and your station before we left.” (y/n)’s father told her, as the girl sighed and rolled her eyes. Her father chuckled at her reaction before the pair stepped off of their chariots and were met by royal attendants from the palace.

“King Nafi, Princess (y/n), please follow me to the throne room. The Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife, are eager to converse.” 

“I am a-” (y/n) didn’t finish her sentence, feeling her father’s strong hand come down on her shoulder before he stepped forward and followed the attendant up the stairs and inside the large palace, leaving (y/n) to catch up.

“Stupid man. I’m a queen.” (y/n) mumbled to herself as she followed the men into the throne room. 

The teen stood beside her father, her eyes gazing over the two royal figures in front of her. One was a man with dark hair and dark eyes. A woman sat beside him, her hair ash blonde and her eyes a crimson color. They were both dressed lavishly as the woman sighed, mumbling something to her husband, before offering a smile to (y/n).

“I am sorry. My son seems to be unable to be found.” She told the girl who simply nodded before giving her father a look.

“(y/n), why don’t you walk the grounds? I have business to attend to with the Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife.” (y/n)’s father brushed her off, shooting her a look before practically pushing the girl towards the door.

“He doesn’t even have any power anymore! How dare he treat me like this. Why the hell did I even come if I’m not sitting in on the business? This is so stu-” (y/n) ranted to herself, not realizing where she was walking before she bumped into something...more like someone.

“Watch where you’re going, Extra!” The boy’s gruff voice said, his tone laced with venom as his red eyes glared down at where she sat after being knocked over.

“Oh get off your high horse! You can’t talk to me that way! I’m a Queen!” Her eyes finally landed on the boy’s face, his ash blonde hair wild and spiky as his crimson eyes seemed to darken and narrow. 

He didn’t wear full linens, only enough to cover his lower half, leaving his chest exposed. His skin was tanned from spending most of his time in the sun and a thin shine of sweat covered his muscles as if he had just been doing some type of physical activity before they had bumped into each other.

“Well here you aren’t.” The boy told her before scoffing and walking off down a corridor, not even bothering to help (y/n) up.

“Sorry. It was nice to meet you though.” A spiky redhead said with a small closed-mouth smile. He had been following the rude blonde along with another blonde male, a dark haired male, a pink skinned girl, and a dark haired girl. 

The group of teens were about to say something else to the girl when the explosive blonde from earlier could be heard yelling, “Kirishima, I didn’t allow you to socialize!”

“Uh r-right. Bye!” The red haired boy said before they all disappeared down the expansive hall.

“What a jerk.” (y/n) scoffed thinking back to the ash blonde. Getting up and dusting her hands off, she continued to walk around the halls.

The black girl returned back to the throne room after some time, having gotten lost though she was too proud to ask for help from one of the many servants scurrying around.

“Ah, you’ve arrived just in time for dinner, (y/n).” The blonde woman spoke, gesturing towards a large open room that overlooked the river, a large table filled with food sat in the middle.

“I apologize.” (y/n) said simply before taking a seat where the blonde woman had gestured, unfortunately across from that annoying boy from earlier. “Where is my father? My servants?” (y/n) wondered after a moment of silence, noticing that the people in question were missing.

“They’ve left some time ago.” She answered. “This is your new home after all.”

“Excuse me?” (y/n) and the blonde boy had the same reaction, choking on their food with wide eyes.

“Yes, your father never told you of the agreement?” The brown haired man asked.

“Agreement?” She repeated.

“Yes, you are to marry our son in two days time. It’s been arranged since before you both wore garments.” The blonde woman said with a small laugh.

(Fun fact: Ancient Egyptian children didn’t wear clothes until they were six years old, so they ran around naked except for the jewelry they wore)

“Him?”

“Her?”

“Show some respect to her Katsuki! She is to be your wife!” The woman said, slapping the boy’s head quickly causing (y/n) to smirk and laugh lightly.

Katsuki didn’t like that very much, glaring at the golden eyed girl with a low growl.

“Mitsuki, Katsuki...” The man started to say softly, flashing at smile at (y/n).

“You’re right Masaru. If only our son wasn’t such a brat.” Mitsuki sighed, slapping Katsuki again before going back to her food.

“I am the Pharaoh, you can’t treat me that way!” Katsuki protested, angrily cutting his meat.

“What was that?” Mitsuki questioned, her red eyes narrowing as she shot a warning look at her son. 

“Nothing.” Katsuki mumbled, his eyes narrowing into a glare at the black girl across from him.

What a dick. What did my parents get me into? (y/n) thought to herself as she stared back at the boy across from her.

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The Warrior Queen & Her Pharaoh: Part II

Part II: I Want a Rematch

Pairings: pharaoh! god! Bakugou x warrior! queen! Reader Warnings: none Description: xxxxx

*Extra Info: I’ve taken creative liberties in this, meaning I know that some/most of it will not be historically accurate

𓂀 PART I 𓂀 PART II 𓂀 PART III 𓂀

"Katsuki?” (Y/n) broke the silence between the pair, the girl having been moved into the newly renovated quarters and from her old bedroom where she was placed when she first arrived.  

“What?” The blonde questioned, glancing at the girl from where he sat in his chair quietly reading some book that didn’t interest the girl.

“Your father and mine drafted our marriage agreement two days ago.”

“So?”

“We’ve been married for the past two days then, right?” (y/n) questioned looking at the art on the wall. Katsuki raised an eyebrow at the girl, letting out a sigh before he shrugged. 

“Why do you care?”

“It was a question. Can you relax?” The black girl momentarily glared at the blonde before rolling her golden eyes in annoyance. 

“Don’t tell me what to do if I can’t tell you what to do.” Katsuki remarked before flipping the page and continuing to read. 

“Do you plan to entertain consorts?” The girl questioned, her golden eyes boring into his crimson ones.

“I don’t know.” He stated simply, only pausing a moment later to look up at the girl with narrowed eyes. “Do you plan to entertain other men?”

“I don’t know.” She responded sarcastically, flashing him a smile as a frown appeared on his face. 

“That’s not an adequate answer (y/n). Do you plan to entertain other men?” He repeated it slower this time, the book long forgotten and set to the side, his full attention on the black girl with the dark braids. 

“Just as your answer was not adequate to me, mine isn’t to you.” (y/n) smiled. “Why do you deserve an answer when I didn’t get one. We are supposed to be equals aren’t we?”

“What? Are you jealous or something? Is that what this is? You’re jealous over the thought of me even having consorts.”

“That’s furthest from the truth.” The girl scoffed. “Are you ill, Katsuki? Should I call for the doctors?”

“Oh shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “Is everyone as dramatic as you where you come from?”

“I’m not dramatic Katsuki.” (y/n)’s eyes narrowed as she frowned. “My mother is dramatic along with trifling and two faced, and maybe a few other things but I don’t believe I’m allowed to say those things, lest I be punished in the Afterlife.”

Katsuki laughed lightly at the girl he now called his wife. “What’s so bad about her? Your father spoke highly of her.”

“My father is bordering on senile. He isn’t to be taken seriously. He’s simply a puppet in my mother’s hands, a toy to be played with to her.” (y/n) frowned thinking about her mother. “My mother schemes...just like she plotted to bring me here under the guise of a trade deal, though I suppose my life was simplified down to one for her.”

“Aren’t children supposed to love their mothers?” Bakugou asked incredulously, (y/n) flashing him a sideways glance and crooked smile.

“I suppose so, but then again, mothers aren’t supposed to plan out the death of their child, just as a wife is not to orchestrate the death of a husband...she’s done both though.” (y/n) revealed before lying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling. 

“Your mother planned to kill you?”

“Yes, I was only a child but I don’t think a failed poisoning attempt is ever to be forgotten.”

“She’ll face retribution, if not by my hand then by those in the Afterlife.” Bakugou said nonchalantly, his eyes flashing with anger.

“By your hand, Katsuki?” (y/n) perked up slightly a shit-eating grin growing on her face.

“Is that all you got from what I said?” He quirked an eyebrow at the girl, an annoyed expression on his face though the faintest blush covered his cheeks.

“You would fight for me?” (y/n) asked as Katsuki shrugged. “You know that I can fight for myself right?”

“Of course. I don’t associate with weaklings.” He scoffed.

“You called me an extra.” (y/n) deadpanned.

“Well I didn’t know who you were.” He fired back.

“So you think I’m strong?” Katsuki shrugged in response as she laughed lightly. “I bet I could best you at chariot racing.”

“You wish.” The blonde scoffed, confidence shining in his crimson orbs. 

“I don’t mean to brag but I am considered the best in my tribe.” She replied as they both stood deciding wordlessly to settle this once and for all.

“Well I’m the best in this entire kingdom.” Katsuki replied back as the two rushed to the common areas outside, seeing their friends talking quietly amongst themselves. 

“Chariot race now!” Katsuki and (y/n) said at the same time to their friends, only pausing for a moment to look at each other before looking back to their friends. 

“You better not give me the lame horses either, Katsuki!” (y/n) called back as they rushed back to their separate bathing quarters to get ready. 

“Don’t think so little of me, Woman.” He called back before disappearing into his own bathing quarters. 

The black girl appeared a short time later, her hair braided with gold and silver thread, gold plated armor placed onto her shoulders connecting to a chest plate and a metal skirt that was placed over a fitted tunic. A large green jewel set into the chest plate. A simple golden headpiece sat on her braids, matching the black and gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner she wore. 

She walked down the steps and towards the chariot that sat waiting for her. Mina and Jirou standing beside the chariot under the shade of a nearby tree, their eyes brightening when their new friend approached. 

“I hope he looses.” Mina said under her breath as she took her place on the side next to Kaminari, Kirishima, and Jirou. The four nobles stood under the shade of a tree as Bakugou and (y/n) stood in their golden chariots. 

The ash blonde ruler smirked at the girl that he now called his wife, though he still thought she was more annoying than anything else. “He’ll win...like he always does.” Kirishima mumbled back, still not over the fact that he had most recently lost against Bakugou. 

“Not this time, Kirishima!” (y/n) called as she held the reigns in her hand, ready to take off at the moment’s notice. Bakugou stood in a similar position, his crimson eyes ablaze as he stared out over the sand dunes in the distance. 

“We’ll see about that!” Bakugou called as Jirou yelled ‘Go’ and they were off. The ash blonde had taken the lead from the start, his all white horses with gold and silver harnesses thundered through the sand, their strangely black eyes focused only on the landscape in front of them.

(y/n) snapped her reigns again, her own all black horses, running quicker than they were a moment before, easily running in time with Bakugou. (y/n) glanced over to her right, a large smirk on her face as she waved at the blonde before her horses ran faster, passing his chariot altogether. 

“I win!” She announced, hopping off of the chariot when they both crossed the finish line within the same second. Bakugou rolled his eyes, scoffing as the girl danced around. “I guess I’m the best chariot racer in all of the land.”

“I want a rematch.” Bakugou stated sourly, shooting a glare at the girl, though she could tell he didn’t mean it since there was a playful glint in his eyes. 

“Another time. We have to get back to the palace. You have duties to attend to.” Kaminari chimed in sheepishly, before spinning around and glaring at the three others who stood avoiding eye contact. He always hated having to be the one to ruin the fun, this time loosing the bet to Kirishima, so being the bearer of bad news was his punishment.

“What duties?” Bakugou questioned, his eyes narrowing as he thought about having to do actual work when they were all having fun. 

“Well, you have to go visit the worksites and make sure everything is up to par, and then you have to visit the shop in the marketplace.”

“The marketplace? I’d like to come! I’ve never been before.”

“Well you won’t be going today. I’ll take you another time. You have things to do with my mother anyway.”

“What things?”

“I don’t know...girl things.” Bakugou retorted before walking off with Kirishima and Kaminari, leaving the girls behind with a simple half wave of his hand. 

“He can’t tell me what to do! I want to go! He can’t keep me locked away here.”

“We have a lot to do today anyways. You have a whole new wardrobe to be fitted for!” Mina cheered, clapping her hands together as they headed back to the palace. 

(y/n) watched from the palace entrance as the royal chariots seemed to disappear from view before she went back inside, heading to find Mitsuki and her ladies.

“What about this one?”

“No.” (y/n) denied quickly with a shake of her head, not even bothering to entertain the idea. “Why must I wear these anyway? I don’t find them appealing at all.”

“They aren’t for you to find appealing.”

“I won’t be using them around Katsuki, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“He is your husband, child. You’re expected to birth an heir eventually.” One of the older woman said, looking through the different linens to find something that you may like.

“I will not lay with a man I barely know. We’ve only just started sleeping beside each other.”

“There’s only one bed in the room, (y/n).” Mina said, blinking her eyes. 

“I’m well aware.” 

“You didn’t make him sleep on the floor did you?” Jirou giggled, as a few women looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. 

“No...he offered, but I told him so long as he not touch me, we could share...so we do.”

“But this morning, you both were wrapped in each other’s arms...Kaminari said that we should’ve gotten papyrus and sketched it for safe keeping, but we didn’t have time.” Mina sighed whistfully.

“You watched us sleep?” (y/n) questioned, staring into her friend’s eyes with a slight laugh.

“No...” Mina said, but not very convincingly. “Anyways, you should wear something this shade. I’ve noticed that he seems to like it.” She pointed out the orange fabric. “Then you both can match!”

“Whatever...it’s fine.” (y/n) finally agreed, thankful to finally be done with the wardrobe fittings, at least for now. 

The girls wandered around the large palace for some time before Bakugou and the two boys came back, Mina and Jirou telling the girl to go and change so she would be ready for when Bakugou would arrive. 

She walked into the room at the exact moment that the explosive blonde walked in, his red eyes locking in on the girl with dark skin, the orange toned fabric matching nicely with her complexion and making her golden eyes stand out. 

“Woah...you look beautiful.” Jirou smiled widely, high fiving Mina as Kirishima and Kaminari nodded in agreement. (Y/n)’s gaze quickly shifted to the strangely quiet Bakugou, confused as to why he wasn’t saying anything when all he usually did was talk.

“You look...nice Dumbass, now come on.” He stated gruffly, quickly turning from your view so he could hide his pink tinted cheeks from her. She followed him outside to where a large Sedan was waiting to take them to their destination, though (y/n) was still unsure as to where that would be.

“Where are we going Katsuki?” The girl wondered, glancing at her surroundings before focusing back on the boy. 

“You’ll see.” He answered cryptically. A short time later they arrived at the secret destination, Katsuki exiting the sedan first, then extending his hand out to the girl as she jumped down, her sandals hitting the cool sand with a soft thud.

“It’s just over here.” He stated, grabbing her hand and pulling her along when she began to walk the wrong way. He led her over to a large colorful mural, bright flora and fauna bordered the people in the middle.

“Is that..us?” She questioned, pointing at it with her free hand. Although he no longer needed to, Katsuki had yet to release the girl’s hand, but she wasn’t complaining. He nodded at her question. “It’s beautiful.”

“I thought you’d like it...” He shrugged. “I was planning on showing you earlier, but Kaminari thought you would like it more if I showed you when it was finally completed.” Katsuki noticed the way the girl’s eyes seemed to remain on the painted version of herself, the boy growing slightly worried that she wouldn’t like it...he had painted her himself. “Do you not like it?”

“N-No! It’s not that! It’s just...she looks like me...like actually looks like me...” The girl trailed off, her eyes wide in wonder and shining in the dim light of the setting sun.

“Is that a problem?”

“Usually that doesn’t happen.”

“Well I did it myself...I wanted it to be accurate and no body else is good enough anyways.” Katsuki replied, his usually cocky attitude resurfacing and ruining the gentle moment.

“You painted it yourself?” He simply nodded. “You’re really talented.”

“Why do you sound so surprised? I’m not just devastatingly handsome, you know.”

“Yeah right.” (y/n) scoffed, nudging him with a laugh as he smiled softly at her, his eyes going down to her full lips more than he would like to admit. 

“What? Is there something on my face?”

“No.” He stated, while continuing to stare, ignoring the confused expression of the girl in front of him. “Can I do something?”

“Y-yeah.” (y/n) said softly, noticing the way he stood impossibly closer, the boy standing a few inches taller than her. His large hands gripped the sides of her face softly, before he looked at her again.

“Can I kiss you?” The girl nodded before mumbling out a soft ‘yes’, Katsuki not wasting any time before bending slightly and taking her lips with his own. His lips were soft against her own, surprising her since she had expected him to be rough about everything, it just seemed like that was his nature.

Apparently not though, since the kiss, though short, was soft and sweet. Their lips moving in sync against each other’s before they finally pulled apart, only far enough to breathe, their noses still touching. 

“Your lips are soft.” (y/n) remarked out loud, causing the boy to roll his eyes. 

“Just because I’m aggressive, according to some people, doesn’t mean I’m a heathen.” He stated as the girl laughed. 

“You are aggressive.”

“Well you don’t seem to mind.”

“I never said it was an issue.”

“Well that’s not what your tone said.”

“Do you just enjoy ruining moments and starting arguments?”

“You’re the one who started the argument in the first place. This isn’t even an argument.” He stated back as they walked around with each other, their guards making a perimeter, while allowing them space.

“Whatever...I was going to let you kiss me again, but since I start arguments...”

“That’s not what I meant, (y/n).” Katsuki mumbled shortly after, causing the girl to bite her lip to hide her smile.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” (Y/n) smirked as Katsuki rolled his eyes again with a scoff.

“Get over yourself.”

“Says you.” (y/n) called back, running a few steps ahead as Katsuki chased her, the empty area the perfect place to goof off without having to maintain royal appearances.

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