#⁽ cries a waterfall about this already ngl ⁾

[maadorii]

I Don’t Wanna Be Up No More— t. goshiki x gn! reader

max.note’s: one weird about me is that i like to come up with the idea first and then match it to a character that fits, so, goshiki it is. plus he needs more love. ngl, i’m kinda mad that his debut on my blog is angst cause he DESERVES the world!!! also, i’d like to apologize in advance... you’ll see why ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

synopsis: Where Goshiki is mad at himself (and the world) that he keeps staying up at night thinking about what could’ve been

warnings/tags: angst, post break-up, descriptions of suffocation, goshiki needs a hug desperately

w. count— 630

goshiki couldn’t breathe. 

it felt as if someone was plunging his head further and further and further down a barrel of water; their hand gripping the inky strands of his hair like a vice, making it harder for him to push or pull away. 

the choked sob that left his throat echoed in the paper-thin silence of his dormitory. the way his breath stuttered as he tried to bring in as much air as possible, but the feeling of water inside his lungs made him cough and hacked, his body hunched over the side of his bed. 

he couldn’t see anything either, the waterfall of tears that never seemed slow down blurring the world around him into a kaleidoscope of mesh grays and black. and when he finally calmed down enough to take in one full breath and exhaling it without much trouble did it dawn upon him. the anger entering his bloodstream.

it’s already been two–– almost three weeks since then, he should’ve been over it by now. he has better things to do and worry about than let his thoughts linger on... you. 

your smile that always brightens up his world when he said something dumb or funny. the way your hand would gently caress his when you studied together on saturday nights, the relaxing beats of lo-fi playing in the background. the warmth surrounding you that melted away the bitter cold that surrounded him––

and there he goes... again. 

he let his mind wander off into things it shouldn’t be thinking, but the dull warmth that made his heart pitter-patter brought him a sense of empty, hollowed happiness. it felt good now, but later, he’ll regret it.

“fuck!” goshiki bellowed into the woeful emptiness, slamming his fist into the wall next to him. the frustration, the sadness, the rage–– the raw, unfiltered rage that was at a low simmer was now bubbling over. 

and it was hot. too hot.

he couldn’t stop himself when he leaped across the room; he couldn’t stop himself when his arm slashed down across his desk, knocking every paper, pen, pencil, and book onto the floor; he couldn’t stop himself from the deafening shout that escaped his mouth, tearing his throat in two. 

and when he came too, the entirety of his dorm was trashed, as if a tornado just blew by. his breaths short and ragged as his body shook from the last of strung-high adrenaline dissipating from his tense body. 

the door opened revealing a shock tendou, semi, and surprisingly ushijima, all wide-eyed and mouth gape. they said nothing as they slowly entered the room, taking in the sight of torn books and turned over furniture. they were greeted by a slumped shoulder goshiki who was on the verge of tears–– on the verge of breaking. to a point where there’s no possible return. 

in his hands, a simple, black picture frame, but tendou knew exactly what was in that frame. 

a picture of them, a picture of you.

“goshiki-kun... what happened––” tendou started, but was interrupted. 

“it won’t stop! it just keeps playing over, over and over again in my head, i can’t eat or sleep! i just want it to end tendou-senpai, why won’t it end?!” goshiki cried, blobs of salty tears dribbling down his round cheeks to meet at the dip of chin before splashing to the ground below, his petal-like lips quivering. 

the redhead didn’t say anything but extend his arms out to his kouhai, who all but fell into them, hanging limply onto his shoulders as his own shivering body convulsed with uncontrollable sobs. 

the sheer pain in his cries, even made someone like ushijima turn his head away, to at least spare the younger with some dignity. 

...just... how bad did you hurt him?

copyright © 2020 maadorii. all rights reserved.

[fanficobsess3d]

period headcanons

wow I can’t believe I haven’t put out an anime fic yet, damn I really AM behind

this is my first headcanon for ~the boys~ so bear with me, but I just know that these are all fucking canon and yall can @ me 

Also, I’m a little bitch on my period - I’m on it now and lemme just say BOY - so I’m basing this off of my experiences. I have heavy, painful, and emotional periods so….. if you cannot relate just enjoy what could be from the boys of class 1-A

Bakugo

He’s one of the only boys that will know what the fuck is going on with you

His mom is hella loud so it’s obvious that she’d educate her son on it

He may be a prideful asshole, but he was taught to be respectful and educated

He’s also not the type of guy to whine

So be prepared to hear a lot of insults when you whine

“oH mY FuKinh GOODDDDD!!!!” 

“You are so annoying! I don’t sound like that!” 

“Well, I’m so fucking sorry princess, I hate to break it to you, but you do fucking sound like that with your constant bitching!” 

Yeah he highkey roasts you every single time you wanna start whining

But don’t be mistaken, the second you really start to feel the pain he’s genuinely worried

There have been a few times you’ve gotten really bad

You typically start feeling nauseous all day and don’t eat

So you collapse

Curled into a ball on the floor, groaning and moaning

The girls had been with you and hissed with sympathy, but you could already hear Bakugo yelling from the hall

“WhAT THE FUCKKK!”

He instantly scoops you up to hide in a classroom away from everybody 

Setting you on the desk, you can see the worry in his eyes

He knew how you got when you were hit with the monthly hellfire rain waterfall 

So he was prepared for this

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get mad about it

“Jesus fucking CHRIST Y/N!” 

“‘M sorry, Katsuki….” 

You were playing with your thumbs as he lightly knocked against your head with his knuckles with a scoff

“You need to take better care of yourself, dumbass. I feel like my hair’s gonna go gray every damn time you fucking collapse like that.”

“I tried! I felt like I was gonna get sick this morning! And the pain pills don’t work anymore!”

“Then we’ll fucking skip. Next time, don’t wait to tell me that it’s gotten that bad as you fall like a fucking idiot on the goddamn floor. Dumbass.”

You let a small smile slip onto your face

You knew that he had his own way of showing affection, so you couldn’t help it every time he went even the tiniest bit soft on you 

You guys normally skip class after that

You sneak into your dorm to cuddle in your bed with your fuzzy blankets

And yeah you don’t forget the heating pad -- you have Bakugo: the human heater

He keeps a close eye on you the rest of the night, making sure you eat and pumping you full of pain meds to try and keep the pain at bay 

But god FORBID you start crying

He is not the most emotional person so the second you start crying he’s like um

He just curls his hand around the back of your head and pushes your head into his chest

Letting his head fall into the crook of your shoulder as your sobs die down

“God, you’re so fucking dramatic, babe.”

“Shut up! The cat was fucking cute okay?!” 

But he’s still there whenever you need something

Ask him to get stuff from the store for you and yeah he’ll do it

Prepare for the whining and groaning about it though

He’ll literally be on the phone with you the entire time just so he can be petty and grumble about it

But he’ll never admit that seeing you so distressed every month is more scary and stress inducing than literally everything else in his life

Because you’ve become his life 

Not that he’ll tell you that 

As for the sex part, I feel like he’ll only do something if you really ask for it or if you’re pissing him off

He’s a complete control freak, so if you think for a second that he’s gonna let you off after your attitude earlier….

Boyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy you’re IN FOR IT

But he knows how much pain you might be in so he’s only gonna do it if the mood’s right 

Otherwise he’s not gonna put any of him near any part of you because he accidentally read the situation wrong once and you freaked and then cried because you told him no 

Yeah, that was a fun conversation

Bakugo was pissed when he found out the background about that answer

But if you are up to it, yeah y’all are going like seven rounds I SWEAR

That boy has the stamina of a fucking rabbit 

Todoroki

This is also the only other guy who’s gonna know about uterus period stuff because of his sister

Yeah, he doesn’t know the specifics as much as Bakugo

But he’s aware of what’s happening 

Honestly I feel like he’s one of the best ones to be around on your period tbh

Yeah, he’s quiet, but that makes your life much much easier when all you want to do is cry and scream at people all day

The second you get mad at something, he gives you that look 

Everything will be fine, calm down 

And it’s like everything is fine 

You also know that he’ll be a little petty bitch if you decide to get mad at him about something

But then you’ll start crying because you didn’t mean to get mad at him and he’ll just smile at you because he knows that you genuinely do feel bad

As for the cramps, he’s already prepared

The second your period hits he just…. Knows 

He knows you so well that he can instantly feel when your personality starts to change

So not even a period later he’s shoving chocolate and a teddy bear with a cute picture of you two, in your face

He does get really worried when the cramps get really bad though

Pain meds don’t really work on you, so the only thing that he can do is massage you with his left side

He knows that the heat helps so anytime your face contorts and your mouth lets out a grunt of pain he’s instantly massaging your stomach or back 

My fatass cANNOT relate but N E WAYS

He’s not as dramatic as Bakugo but yeah, he does get really worried

He gets quieter than usual, if that’s even possible, and he never leaves your side

But that’s more for him than you since he knows that you get so caught up that you forget to take care of yourself sometimes

And he worries about you all of the time

Be prepared for a look if you start whining, though

He’s not really used to that

so if you start taking the immature route

whether because you feel bad or because you want to piss him off

Get ready for intimidating Todo 

He kind of looks at you like you need to remember who you’re talking to.

But he does understand that there are some days when every little thing gets to you

So he’s always prepared to listen

“Why is it that I’m the only person on this planet who suffers!???? I swear to gooddddd my uterus is about to fuckING EXPLODE!!! AND THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT ITTTT! AAAAAA!” 

“Baby-”

“Oh my god!!! You called me baby!” suddenly you’re bawling again 

He picks you up and sets you in his lap, letting you latch onto his shoulders and neck 

I highkey feel like he’s one of the guys who’d try and help by sex ngl

Like if you’re in his lap for longer than a second

Oop you’re getting it

It’s inevitable 

You really don’t mind tho cause BOY is an orgasm on your period fucking hEAVEN

Shoto’s also a switch so like

Since you’re such a goddamn sub baby on your period, what he says goes

the second you throw a fit, BOOM you’re gettin fucked

he’d prefer if you cry over an orgasm than a shitty dog commercial and that’s the tea on that

Izuku

Little baby over here has no fucking idea what a period is 

he was never really around girls much, so he never really learned

not to mention that schools barely cover it as it is 

He knows it involves blood

He knows it involves your parts????

…. and yeah, that’s pretty much it 

So the second you start complaining about it he gets all blushy and confused

You didn’t have time to explain, so the rest of the day was an adventure for him to try and figure it out

He gets instantly focused

He starts murmuring weird theories and writing down weird stuff as the day goes on

Noticing your weird habits and how you seemed to act like Kacchan

You became impulsive and you cried like four times before the first class ended

Not to mention how many arguments you got into

he was convinced for a wholeass solid period that a demon had literally possessed you

He was very, very, confused

But he wanted to find out why you were like that 

Later on, you sat him down and explained everything 

Granted, he blushed like a little school boy and it was an awkward conversation on his part

But you were irritated because it was so annoying to have to explain it to every boy ever 

but you were just glad that he was respectful about it

He felt bad that you had to sit down and explain something so normal and commonplace to him

then you felt bad because you didn’t mean to be mean to him 

or make him feel bad

Yeah, you started crying again

But now he understands everything and he feels, like, really bad

He doesn’t get why it’s the girls that have to suffer through everything

he also doesn’t understand why nobody pushed for more education about it 

he now understand more of the stigma around women and he feels really bad about that because he genuinely had no idea

And wow you gave him a pat on the back after that came out of his mouth

That got him so lovely bonus points

But he has that glint in his eye that you know very well, and you instantly sweat drop as he begins to mutter ideas to himself 

The next morning you show up to class and he instantly greets you with a hug and chocolate and very cooey gooey words that made Bakugo gag at his desk 

Later on that night, he makes you guys the comfiest blanket fort and sets up a bunch of movies to watch

Every time you cry he borderline cries himself, hugging you to his chest and wrapping you guys with the blankets

Every time you are in serious pain he feels really bad and hovers over you like a mother hen 

One time you collapsed and he instantly picked you up and ran to Recovery Girl in the health center

He genuinely thought you had died or something

But no, the cramps made you nauseous and you didn’t eat so your iron levels dropped really low and you passed out

He instantly freaked and kept shoving food in your mouth for the rest of the week

Now for the sex part 

You were in pain more often than not, so it was a bad idea for anything sexual to happen 

But yeah, you got horny on your period like, half of the time

Somehow the topic of period sex was brought up between you and Izuku and he had no idea that that was a thing 

The look on his face when he realized it was probably the funniest fucking thing ever 

His eyes bulged out of his head like those weird animal pens 

But he actually thought about it and literally a look at you would have you pouncing on him 

It was 50/50 on whether you’d be in the mood, though

Sometimes you just wanted to fuck

Sometimes you wanted to suck his dick until he cried

Other times you just wanted to cuddle his chest 

and, yeah, sometimes you wanted to throw a plate at a wall

honestly i felt that 

After the first time you’d had a successful sexual encounter on your period

You wished him luck on trying to figure out when to do each 

He just looked at you with wide eyes

“Yeah, I’ll just warn you now, because of how wacky my emotions are, if you tried anything like what we just did and I was not in the mood, my uterus would’ve had a royal fit.”

“What do you mean?” he looked at you cautiously

You turned to him, your eyes a dark glint, “I mean, if I’m not in the mood for sex, I’m either going suck you, cry, or punch you. Good luck figuring out when I wanna do each one.” 

He looked at how close you were in proximity and promptly scooted back a few inches, almost falling off of the bed

But you grabbed his arm and yanked him back until he was pushed into your neck 

“Yeah, also you can’t stop cuddling me until I say so, either.”

“... so as long as I do what you ask you won’t kill me, right?”

you had to giggle at that, he was just so naive at times

you hadn’t meant to come off so intimidating, because you were really happen that he was nice enough to take care of you like t

a lot of boyfriends you’d had in the past had been real assholes about it

“H-hey this is serious! How can I take care of you if i’m dead?!?!” 

you turned to look at him 

“That’s your only concern?” there was weird glint in your eye

“... am I supposed to be worried about something else?”

yeah, you jumped him again

[theclaravoyant]

AN ~ @memorizingthedigitsofpi graphic for a platonic DaisyKara fic reminded me that I hadn’t actually ended up posting this romantic DaisyKara yet! The original prompter was Anon so if you’re out there, I hope you find and enjoy this. Also tagging @buckysbears bc... idk, traumatised sapphics going hiking feels like your aesthetic. KINDA wish I’d given them a husky to take with them ngl. and that I’d had wayyyy more time to write. but ANYWAY

Read on AO3.

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Daisy shut the boot of the car with a satisfying slam, and drew a deep breath of the fresh forest air. Somehow, she’d come to believe that pine trees didn’t really have a smell; that it had been invented to sell cleaning products and air freshener, and those little things that dangled off people’s steering wheels. Now as she took her first breath of truly fresh air in – days, months, perhaps even years? – she knew why people had spent so long trying to capture its essence.

“Are you sure about this?”

Kara was frowning up at the mountains, her backpack slumped in the gravel at her feet. Daisy frowned back.

“What’s there not to be sure about?”

“Well, have you ever hiked? What if we get eaten by a bear? What if one of us falls down a ravine? I’m just being practical, that’s all.”

“This is a popular National Park, babe, not the Amazon. We have a phone and a satellite phone and a first aid kit, I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

Daisy rolled her eyes as good-naturedly as she could in the face of Kara’s fretting. While it was frustrating, especially after such a long trip, Daisy had to remind herself that Kara had good reason to worry. The same reason that woke Kara in the middle of the night or set her screaming when she trapped herself in the shower. Daisy had to remind herself that she knew some of the darkness behind Kara’s hesitation and that she sometimes let it run wild with her. In times like those, she needed Kara to hold her back. In times like these, she hoped, it was Kara who needed her to nudge her forward. Baby steps.

“Look,” Daisy offered. “We don’t have to go on the trails if you really don’t want to. There’s a picnic area and a little café just down the entrance path here. Let’s just have lunch. K?”

Kara nodded, and swung the bag onto her back. Her fingers dug into the straps at first as if holding it in place would somehow make her feel steadier, but what really worked was when Daisy held out her hand and the new place didn’t feel so foreign anymore. Holding tightly, she followed Daisy down the path and every now and then, looked back to the car until her heart slowed down and she acclimatised. She remembered how it had felt to sing into the sunshine with Daisy on the winding paths that led up here. She’d come this far. She breathed in deep and started to notice the smell of the air and the calls of the birds, and why Daisy had brought her out here.

“It feels…” she whispered, not sure quite what she was feeling, or how to put it into words.

“I know,” Daisy agreed, smiling back as if the freedom of the forest was a secret only they knew.

She dropped Kara’s hand as a Ranger approached, smiling warmly.

“Can I help you ladies?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Daisy insisted, brushing him off instinctively. “We’re just looking for the café?”

“Not yet!” Kara interrupted. “The walk first. I want to do it. Let’s go.”

The Ranger glanced between them. “Well, the café’s just on your twelve there, and the trails start over by that courtyard. If you’re not experienced hikers I’d recommend a squirrel. Stay away from the bear grade.”

He gestured to a sign nearby, detailing squirrel, moose and bear as the levels of difficulty of the trails on this particular walk. Daisy felt the thrill of a challenge between her toes.

“Sure thing,” she promised.

Fortunately, Daisy was well trained in the art of not grinning as deviously as she felt she should in moments like those. Besides, she was not foolish enough to throw away the advice of an expert, especially not when Kara was at risk too, and already out of her comfort zone. Her wild - reckless? – heart pleaded with her to race straight up the bear trail. What would she find? More animals up there, since it was less used? Rock-climbing? Waterfalls?

But she was not here today to skin her knees, so she gestured for Kara to lead the way down the more trodden squirrel path. It was warm, and a little muggier than she’d been expecting as they headed deeper into the tree cover. The occasional bug darted past her face.

“Oh, hey, look!” Kara cried, and pointed after one of them: a dragonfly, that landed for a moment on a nearby tree. Daisy screwed up her nose a little; curious, and a little disgusted. Still, Kara stared at the dragonfly in awe and Daisy couldn’t bring herself to make a joke and break the moment.

Of course, the dragonfly soon darted off again and both of them jumped, but Kara soon recovered a small smile. Daisy smiled back.

“See?” she prodded. “It’s not so bad out here.”

“Not bad at all,” Kara agreed.

They continued on their trek with a lighter step now; looking around, eyes and hearts back to taking in the forest and the wildlife around them. They posed for photos against tree-trunks, found a hedgehog, jumped a stream, and the outside world slipped away and the past slipped away and the chains and the nightmares slipped away until they were two women and freedom.

Laughing, Kara pulled Daisy to a stop on a rocky shore and drew her in for a kiss. A long one, as sparkling and warm as the sun on the river. The water babbled around them and a cormorant jumped a few feet away to continue its fishing in peace but they paid it no mind. Kara was breathless, and Daisy was as struck by the smile on her face and the ease in her fingers as she was by the sun on her luminous copper-brown skin.

“Damn, we must look so good right now,” Daisy murmured, imagining a sweeping camera shot around them, or at the very least a killer Instagram filter; such was the warmth, the richness, the movie-magic perfection of this moment. Kara laughed, Daisy’s humour warming her heart. Always so patient, that one, although she didn’t think she was.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Kara said, linking her fingers with Daisy’s as they walked on. They strolled along the riverbank hand in hand.

“Any time,” Daisy promised. “Any time.”