If The Sun Refused To Shine Because In The End We All Grow Up And Sometimes The Ones We Love Leave Us.

"three things I don't play about" ┈─

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im sorry but im doing this for fun and just don't do things that im uncomfortable with (yes this means my ask box is open lol

my rules aren't super strict, i just don't do nsfw and stick to fem readers or gender neutral just because that's what's easiest for me.

i don't like being mean to people, even if they're doing something i personally find cringy or something i wouldn't do that doesn't leave room for mocking them.

A little disclaimer!! I've written a lot in the past and have been in fandoms since I was a little child. But I feel like I've lost my touch, a lot of my talents aren't as practiced as I'd like them to be. This account is for me to just heal a part of me that I'd always hurt or been made fun of for. Right now as you can tell my by blog Katsuki is a very big comfort character of mine. I could go on and on, but the gist of it is, please be nice I'm not trying to be perfect, I'm trying to have fun with everyone.

today, finally

summary: you guys almost lost hope on starting a family, but you didn't need hope anymore. this is supposed to be a kind of continuation of this.

same warnings apply, mentions of infertility and one reference to intercourse, nothing actually NSFW happens in this. I don't personally think it's anything too inappropriate, but in case you're uncomfortable with these things, I'd rather set up a warning.

idek what this is, but it's just a little drabble about how you guys found out you were pregnant. it was supposed to be a part of my part two story, but i felt like it was better as a stand alone so here u go :)

Ever since you’d found out you were pregnant Katsuki couldn't even hide how head over heels for you he was. Taking time off work, since you were starting to have a few complications. He’d run his agency from home and make sure to help you out with everything, resting a pillow under your swollen feet whenever you’d complain about them aching. 

Not saying a word as he helped quietly, a small smile on his face as he saw you, unable to be straight faced when he’d gotten exactly what he’d wanted. Yes you wanted to have a baby first, he’d known you loved kids since you’d met, but you had a good way of changing people’s minds about things. 

When you’d get excited about something all you’d do was talk about it, explaining how amazing it’d be. At this point, he thinks you’re right, even though you admitted you barely knew how to hold a baby. 

He knew he’d probably have to do most of the care of the baby for the first few months, but he couldn’t get himself to care. Just wanting to make you happy for as long as he could. The day you’d found out you were pregnant was one you’d never forget. The night was one like any other, with the both of you laying on the couch, you nearly falling asleep against him as you both watched the TV. His arms were around you to keep you from falling off the couch, sighing tiredly as he looked down at you for a second. Not paying attention to the movie playing until a loud sudden noise came from the speakers. 

With you jumping awake and nearly falling off the couch, whining in complaint, before blinking at him tiredly. Realizing it'd been a week since the last time you guys checked, the both of you having gotten desperate as the months passed. “Should we try the test again?”

 The question made his stomach turn, sighing a bit before pulling you closer until he could bury his nose into your hair, shaking his head as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Maybe not tonight.” The muttered out response had your shoulders slump, nodding as you hid your face in his collar.

 Things had been less than eventful with your attempts to have a baby, it’d become so draining for you both. Going to the doctor to see what you could do, completely changing your diet like they’d suggested. Taking whatever stupidly expensive supplements they told you about, even trying the weird home remedies your family pushed. 

But nothing, you’re still without the thing you’d wanted this whole time. It started to feel hopeless, and now all you could do was sulk with the guilt of wrapping Katsuki into it all, you’d gotten him to be just as excited as you and now there was no outcome. Plus, following a schedule to just do simple intimate acts wasn’t enjoyable at all… Maybe it was time to give up. Finally after closing your eyes for a bit, you open them up and pull back from him, looking him in the eyes with a frown. “Do you want to give up?” The words rang in his ears, having him freeze up a bit in shock at the idea. 

Shaking his head right away, sighing tiredly. “No, we’re not doing that.” The shift in your mood made him more determined, moving you both to sit up, looking you in the eyes as he brought his hands to your shoulders.

 “Take a test, you were supposed to have your period last Monday, right?” Watching you nod at his words gave him that little trickle of hope. With him now slumped against the wall, sitting on the floor outside of the bathroom as you took the test. 

Fiddling with his shirt as he looked up at you when you opened the bathroom door, letting go and opening his arms up for you. “Come here.” It’d become routine at this point, the two of you sitting on the floor in each other’s arms, hoping for the best. 

This time you guys just couldn’t hope anymore, resting your head to his shoulder as you close your eyes. “Maybe I’m just not meant to be a mom.” There it was, the vulnerability that you both didn’t want to be caught in, Katsuki just sighed, hugging you closer as he shook his head. 

“Don’t say that, you know that’s not true. You can’t just take bad things that happen to you as you failing. Sometimes things just happen, we’ll get through this.” The timer you’d set went off right after that, with the both of you getting up to check, expecting the same result as always. 

But it wasn’t this time, this time you saw the two lines on the stick, your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull. Jumping up to him and tackling him down on the floor. “It could be false, it could be, but it could be accurate! Katsuki, it could be accurate! I don’t even know how to hold a baby… Oh my God, I don’t know how to hold a baby!” 

Katsuki was completely speechless, staring up at the ceiling as you ranted, his heart racing as he processed it. Finally looking back to you when you’d settled down and called out his name, looking you in the eyes as his mist over. “Take another.” He simply said, the shaking in his voice telling you everything you needed to know.  Grinning as you started tearing up, you nodded at his words before getting up and rushing to the kitchen to guzzle down water until it hurt your stomach. Nothing could take you off your high in this moment, nothing. Not waiting to need to go, not having to set the timer again. Nothing.

And when you both finally heard your timer go off again, you rushed to see your result...

Looks like it was time to schedule an appointment with the doctor.

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game, start!

Being with Katsuki was never a challenge, you'd tell him something and he'd do it. Whether you liked the fact that he did that or not... That was the challenge...

It all started with you just scrolling through Pinterest and seeing an old DS. Offhandedly mentioning it to him before showing him on your phone. Not expecting him to scroll on his phone for maybe five minutes before showing you the same one on sale online, not even giving you the chance to object before he pressed pay.

 Shooting him a half hearted glare before he just rolled his eyes at you. “You wanted it, didn’t you?” He watched you nod, looking a little less angry and a little more embarrassed at how he talked to you. 

Missing the slight twitch in his eye when he noticed you acting like he was scolding you… Okay, maybe he was a little. “I have one already, you can use my games or order some you’d wanna play together… Okay?” The way he muttered out his words made you grin a bit, leaning closer to his side and hugging him close with a hum. 

“Okay.” In the moment you thought it was sweet and it really was, but now you were stuck playing games with him more often than not. Sighing when he tugs your hand to get you to play with him again, rolling your eyes playfully before picking up your DS and starting it up again. “Did you wanna play party mode again?” He rolled his eyes a bit, huffing as he leaned his cheek to your shoulder as you both connected to each other on your DS’s.

 Smiling just a bit when you peck his hair, not even saying anything snarky as you blow a raspberry into it to piss him off. Seeing him be able to share the things he liked with you reminded you just how needy he actually was. 

Needing to be with you whenever you’d do anything, trying whatever you enjoyed just to have an excuse to be with you. Because you knew that, you went along with his antics, listening to him when he’d just press your DS to your side, nearly pouting as he looked at you silently. 

It’s funny to think that the man who could lift you up with one arm with no hesitation still could look so sweet when he got shy even if he wouldn’t admit it. You screamed dramatically when he won after you started button smashing, laughing loudly before hugging his side tight. He just grinned down at his DS, resting his cheek at the top of your head quietly before pressing his lips to it.

 Sighing before he got up and stretched a little, turning his head to you. “What do you want for dinner?” Oh yeah, you needed to eat, you probably would’ve forgotten if he didn’t feed you all the time. Katsuki was and will always regrettably so, be a big old sweetheart and he was yours.

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notes in your handwriting is prettier than any card

Summary: You write a letter to the man you love, because you hope he loves you too.

Late at night I stare off to my desk, I don’t think, I don’t shake, I’m just feeling. Longing is all my heart has done since I was small, born yearning for something I didn't even know yet. It doesn’t make sense, I don’t think it ever will. You won’t be my first love, I don’t think anyone could have been, because I’ve already had so much love in my heart since I was a little soul. The grass and the soil it grows in, the trees and the sky with the clouds in it. You remind me of  my first love, longing for you like I long for the the sun shining on my face as I lay on the ground. Keeping me warm, but not hot, soothing the bite of the cold of the snow I’ve buried myself in. I’m scared, sitting in your breakroom and listening to you speak about your day as my hands tremble. Unable to believe how you reach for me, unable to see how someone as loved as you, could ever love me. But I love you, with all my heart I do and to be able to do anything with you is more than anything I could ask for. It’s not a competition, being with someone you care about, I’d always been scared of being with someone like that. And yet here you are, smiling brightly when given the chance for competition, rushing to do better than you’ve already done. I feel your hurt though and that’s all I’ve wanted, to be your safety net and for you to want to be mine. You’re electric, I can feel the passion pulsating from your heart through the touch of your fingertips. Can I be enough to balance you out? Enough that you never leave out of losing that spark? The words in your note were scribbled out on a random scrap of paper, having been doing your best to write a note for him in his birthday card. Having handmade it with old withered printer paper, writing out the best cursive you could do, the ink of your lips sealed on the front with a simple kiss. Leaving the card blank out of embarrassment of the idea of being cheesy, the anxiety having built up over the worry of his laughter being a rejection. So you wrote out a ‘happy birthday’ and an ‘I love you’. Completely left in the dark to how the little note you’d written was taped inside, kept away in his pocket next to the dangling card clipped to his wristlet. Not saying a word about it as he ate with you in silence, cleaning dishes with you in a practiced routine. The only true way for you to know how different you were to him from everyone else was the softness of his eyes, looking at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky. Never realizing how badly you needed to hear his words until you’d cry and beg for reassurance. Only to be met with his hand gripping yours back as you clasped it in between both of yours. He wouldn’t go a second allowing you to feel that way, even if he didn’t know how to say it. Actions spoke louder than words and he lived by that. Love wasn’t loud, oftentimes it was silent and pure, for Katsuki his love was so silent that it came out in puffs rather than whispers. The shaky breaths leaving his lips, before they touch yours, so quiet you almost don’t hear him say it. Note: Happy late birthday to my lovely cornball <3

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MHA! Katsuki Bakugo <333 if the sun refused to shine

something you'd never expect

── .✦ today, finally

To be posted:

something you'd never know (pt. 2) sour patch strawberries crybaby <3 Like the Three Musketeers

don't lie to me

cake batter kisses ˎˊ˗

synopsis: you got in over your head and now you're shoulder to shoulder with the brash, attitude-driven man you've been in love with for far too long... only to realize he's actually kinda sweet?

authors note: soft katsuki truther here! he's so baby :( masterlist link here. word count 1k.

The air smelled like vanilla and something sweeter—hope. It swirled around you, light and dizzying, as you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with none other than Katsuki Bakugo. The two of you sat side by side at the kitchen counter, arms brushing occasionally as you prepared the ingredients for a cake.

Just a cake. It wasn’t for anyone. No birthday. No celebration. Just an indulgent act of free will. Maybe also a little bit of pride—after all, you’d told Katsuki you were a better baker than him. A bold claim, especially considering you had never actually baked anything before. But how hard could it really be?

What you hadn’t anticipated was how much being this close to him—how feeling his warmth radiate off him—would rattle your heart. How it would shake in your ribs like a lockbox, refusing to stay shut.

Maybe challenging him to a bake-off was never about the cake at all.

Maybe it was just an excuse to be near him.

He’s pouring the flour with precise precision, brow furrowed, bottom lip jutted out slightly—focused in that way he always is. Like even this dumb cake matters.

And that’s when you know.

This isn’t just a crush.

You’re in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

“Hey, idiot,” he growls, voice low and gruff, not even glancing away from the bowl. “What’s got you all zoned out over there?”

You blink, shaken from your thoughts. “It’s nothing. Just in my head.”

He hums—nonchalant, lazy—and knocks your ankle with his. “I got time. This shitty cake’s gonna take a while. Nothin’ better to do.”

You look down, fiddling with the edge of the counter. “Seriously. It’s nothing.”

He huffs. “Alright,” he says, then suddenly swipes his hand across your face, smearing flour on your nose.

“Hey! Why’d you do that?” you squeal, mock anger in your voice, laughter already bubbling out of your chest.

He just shrugs, still not looking at you. “Got you to laugh. That’s why.”

The air stills again, cinnamon-sugar haze floating between you two like something sacred. It hits you low in the belly—like a sugar rush, like nausea, like knowing something too soon. You’re in love with him. And the realization settles on your tongue like buttercream frosting—thick, sweet, impossible to ignore.

You both go back to prepping ingredients. It’s quiet now. Warm. Comfortable in a way that makes your skin hum. You have no clue what you’re doing, but Katsuki? Katsuki’s already mixed everything. Eyes narrowed in concentration, like he does with everything. Even something as small as this.

He pads over to the fridge, and you watch him—honestly, shamelessly—in awe. His back muscles flex beneath that black tank top, arms scarred and strong. And kind. That’s what people miss about him. He’s kind, in the loudest, brashest, most infuriating way.

He returns with a container of strawberries—red, plump, glistening with dew droplets.

“Why’d you get strawberries?” you ask, voice soft, heart loud in your chest.

He grunts. “They’re your favorite, aren’t they?”

Your face flushes. “I mean… yeah. Yeah, they are. How’d you know that?”

You swear his ears turn pink—just a little. Or maybe it’s the lighting. Maybe it’s your lovesick brain playing tricks on you.

He mumbles, quieter this time, “You’re always at that dumb bakery. Always holdin’ those strawberry cakes.”

Then he laughs, turning to look at you. “You always got frosting on the corners of your mouth.”

And he’s beautiful when he laughs—bathed in sunlight, blonde hair glowing, eyes crinkled just right. Sharp and warm at once. He smells too sweet, like a toothache. Like maybe he tastes sweeter than he ever lets on.

And somehow, you just know he’s a toothache waiting to happen.

He turns back around and drops the chopped strawberries into the batter. “We’re making strawberry cake. Figured I can do better than those damn extras at that bakery.”

Your heart stutters. You open your mouth to say something—anything—but Katsuki beats you to it, swiping a floured palm across your face again.

“Suki, why?” you whine, half-laughing.

“You’re too quiet,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re never this quiet.”

You don’t respond. Instead, you dip a spatula into the batter and fling a glob onto his shirt.

“Oh, you fuckin’ brat—!” he growls, lunging toward you.

You duck and dart away, the cramped kitchen barely big enough for the two of you. You both fling batter, laughter echoing off the cabinets, slipping around each other in a haze—two grinning, lovesick idiots flinging batter, and running away from feelings.

Until Katsuki catches you by the waist.

He hoists you up, but you twist in his grip, smearing more batter onto his cheek. The two of you tumble to the floor in a heap—hair sticky, faces floured, breath coming in short, laughing bursts.

Katsuki’s hand rests on your knee. Everything stills.

“I suck at baking,” you breathe.

He arches a brow, then lets his expression fall flat. “Yeah. I know.”

You look down, trace little circles across his hand where it holds you.

“Just wanted an excuse to spend time with you,” you admit, voice quiet. “Stupid, ain’t it?”

He snorts. “Yeah. Stupid.”

“Hey—” you go to swat him again, but he’s faster. He grabs your wrist gently, fingers flexing.

“Stay still,” he says—more of a request than a command. And then he’s leaning in. Slow, like he’s giving you time to run. But you don’t. You stay.

This is the moment.

The one you’ve dreamed about—

And then the bag of flour tips.

The whole thing spills down on him from the counter.

He looks pissed—face screwed up and white with powder—but you just laugh, reaching up to brush it from his lashes. He blinks red eyes through it all, and you kiss him.

Soft. Unsure.

Until he kisses you back.

And then you know.

You know for certain that you are in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

Flour-covered and all.

He grips your hair, angles your face, kisses you like he means it. Like he’s trying to memorize you. He tastes like vanilla and spice. Like something sweet, something secret.

Something only you get to know.

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I just wanted to pop into ur ask box bc idk y commenting on the actual posts gives me anxiety. But ahhh, I loved your last post :) I just finished reading this fic I misread the tags of and was crying so this rlly helped cheer me up. (I hate sad endings sm :( but it's my fault for skimming through the tags lmaooo) I really hope you have the most wonderful day and know ur writing can be so comforting <3

i literally adore u, you're so sweet thank u ☹️ im so glad my writing can be comfort to others like i love when i read something and it cheers me up so im SO happy that my writing provides that for others <3 i hope you have a wonderful amazing day kisses for u 😓

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