Chapter 42🌺

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~Wassup bad bitches, real niggas, and non-binary baddies that are thicker than MF snickers?!🥳

~May I present to you...mafia Bakugou (credit: @ms.masked13 on Instagram) whewwww I'd let him slam me up against the shower wall and...nvm

~So I hustled $20 out of an unwanted 🍆 pic, but I'll explain either on my message board or after this chapter is over

~Why do all the fine ones have to be fictional and/or older than me? WAIT ANOTHER THING:

~Why do all the fine ones have to be fictional and/or older than me? WAIT ANOTHER THING:

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SINCE WHEN WAS JIMMY FALLON FINE WAIT A MF MINUTE

~Chile, anyways, vote, comment, share and ENJOY THE MF STORY ❤️
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A Few Weeks Later

You were gonna be late for dinner.

Again.

The part that made it even worse, is that you had promised Katsuki you'd be on time, but there were more villains and you had to help out somehow.

Things were going a little rocky in you and Katsuki's marriage, starting to argue over you being late, or his jealousy issues, or just the little things.

A few days ago

"You could've told the guy to piss off," Katsuki muttered as you rolled your eyes, already over his bs.

"Katsuki, he was a fan, he wanted my autograph and a picture. I don't know if you've noticed, but that's the shit you have to deal with as a pro hero." You went to the fridge to get ingredients for dinner.

"So, the fucker touched way too close to your ass, and you didn't even say anything! You probably like that shit, other guys lookin' at you and touchin' you and shit," he grumbled as you threw up your hands.

"We are not starting this bullshit again. Look, being a tiny bit jealous is one thing, but you've got a fuckin' problem. The hell would I want some other guy touching on me for when I'm married?" You asked as he shrugged.

"Probably why you're always late too." He muttered as your brows furrowed, wondering if you heard what he said right.

"What did you just say to me?" You asked as he just seemed to explode.

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