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alaricstories · 3 years
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No sleep
Paring: Denki Kaminari x reader
Warning: None
a/n: It’s very shory, maybe bad. Hehe- I hope you like it.
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Knock, Knock, Knock Wrapping at the window woke you from your sleep when you rolled over in bed. Finding your phone placed on your bedside table, reading somewhere past midnight on the clock.
Knock, Knock, Knock You growled and rubbed your eyes with the back of your hands. You tossed the sheet of you and felt the coldness hit you. From your warm and comfy bedside to the wooden floor, you walked out of your bedroom.
Knock, Knock, Knock You stopped mid in the door when you heard it came from the window behind. You turned around and saw a shadow formed on the curtains.
You grabbed the book to your right, ready to hit it at the person if he were to attack. That's when you heard, "Hey... It's me Kaminari. Are you awake?"
You pulled the curtains away from the window to see a yellow-haired boy slightly smiling. You quickly loosened the claps at your window to let the boy inside, placing the book on your table.
"Hey..." he said awkwardly and made a cheesy grin on his face. You studied him and then placed your hands on his arms.
With hesitation in your tone, you asked, "You okay?" and studied his face, looking for a sign or something.
"Y-yeah... why wouldn't I be?" he asked with a confused look and a smile plastered on his mouth. He looked at your face. Creepy chills ran down his spine as he watched how you're concerned face turn into an angry one.
You pushed him back onto the window frame and grabbed at his shirt. "Now what, were you thinking?! You are a very sick person with a head injury knocking at their friend's window past midnight! My window is a 2-3 window fall!" His shocked face widened at your still angry but also worrying form.
"O-Okay! I'm sorry!" He said, grabbing your wrist. "I just wanted to see you. I'm sorry if I worried you."
"This is the girl's dorms Kaminari," you said and pulled away with a sarcastic tone. You crossed your arms, "you woke me up too."
"Hehe- yeah." He laughed a little embarrassed and scratched in the back of his neck. He took his finger to his mouth and winked his right eye, "Don't tell them I'm here."
Is he serious!? His comment made your face flush with heat, and you just hoped it wasn't clear in vision. You turned away from his face and cleared your throat. "Idiot."
It just made him laugh. "U-um, I know this might be sudden and all- but," he breathed in, and now he was the one turning away from you. "Can I sleep here?"
You looked shocked up at him and stiffened. "W-what?" You moved your arms around, not knowing where to put them. "What the hell Kaminari?!"
"I don't know?! I just thought that- sorry. I'll let you sleep." He signed, slowly walked to the window, and turned to you. "I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled a big smile, ready to climb out the window.
"N-no wait... I can't let you climb out at this hour again." You placed your face in your elbow and pointed to your bed. "Eh, just-  don't take the whole thing. And you'll sleep without a pillow!"
His face lit up as he threw his body on the bed. He spread his body on the mattress before he laid on one side. "I won't bother you in your sleep."
"I hope not." You said with a little playful and awkward tone. You crawled into your sheets again and turned your back to him. "Hope you can sleep now Kaminari."
You turned off your lamp and closed your eyed. Before dosing back to your tired sleep, you caught a mumble. "Thank you."
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alaricstories · 3 years
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Caught - ft. Bakugou
Pairing: Bakugou x Reader
Warning: Cursing
Summary: You have had your boyfriend over for a sleepover at your house since your parents aren’t home- but your sister detected some sounds that night.
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It was almost noon when you woke up the next day. You turned around and looked at your peaceful boyfriend. He was so beautiful.
You threw off the curly duvet and put on your sweatpants and Bakugou's black t-shirt. Then you opened the door carefully.
Silence.
You slipped down to the kitchen, where the worktops shone in the light from the large windows. Your parents had taken the weekend off, so they left with your little sister at home.
Despite everything that had happened, you were hungry, so you cut a slice and dropped it in the toaster. In an attempt to dispel the silence while waiting for Bakugou to wake up, you turned on the radio but turned it off the next moment.
You ate the fastest while browsing uninterestedly through yesterday's newspaper. Only when you were done, did you notice your boyfriend at the kitchen door?
"Hi." you smiled warmly and turned to drink some water from your glass. Bakugou walked over to you and put hands on your hips. He pulled you softly to his chest while wrapping you closely.
He hummed in response and put his forehead on your shoulder. "You look nice." you teased and stroked his shoulders. A "Shut up." came from him as you placed his cheeks in your palms.
"Good morning." you looked behind your boyfriend to see your little sister come into the kitchen. She smiled as she opened the fridge. A faint 'Hey' came from your mouth as you chewed down a piece of your slice of bread. You chuckled as Bakugou kissed you softly on the neck.
"Say, do you guys sleep in the same bed?" she asked, turning to you with yogurt in her hand. You looked at her with a confused look. You smiled and placed a palm on Bakugou's hand around your waist.
The sentence coming from your sister made you almost choke on your water? "What." coming from you, it wasn't like a question. It was more a shocked 'what the hell'. You turned to look at Bakugou, who just smirked and stared you down.
"Well, it's a boyfriend sleepover." she looked at you with a sly look after your answer. She opened the yogurt container and took a deep breath. "Sure, if you had sex, then I heard it."
"No, we were not." You said.
"Wow, really? So the loud shitty sounds, weren't you?"
"It's your fucking' fault. You scream like a fucking' pig!" You gripped Bakugou's arm and gave him a judging look. "Wha- No, we were just watching a movie." You smiled as she walked past you with a disappointed look on her face.
"Yeah yeah, I'm in my room."
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Once she was gone, you turned and stared at Bakugou in his eyes. Before you could say anything, a pair of lips smashed onto yours. Your boyfriend gripped a hand on your neck to deepen the kiss.
You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Katsuki-" you sigh as you return the kiss.
"I don't regret a damn thing!"
You huffed and pulled away from his embrace, "You're too ruff." you said with a hint of frustration in your voice. You turned and walked to your bedroom.
"Baby," he sighed and called for you to come back, "Oi, shitty woman get back here!" he yelled. After your lack of response, he said, "You know, if she has heard us once, she can survive once more."
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alaricstories · 3 years
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“A Great Hero”
Not requested - idea made by myself
Warnings: Kidnapping, cursing
Summary: You and some class 1-a boys are kidnapped by some villains. You decide to make a decision, which means you may never get to see them again. But it gives them a chance to survive.
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Kill him.
The villan sharpening it's blade before looking at us. "-and they call it "kidnap" - I doubt the these kids get's to "nap," after this." He turned and started aming the knife, towards one by one, choosing who to kill first. The others had to watch it.
Our quirks don't work in this room.
I followed the knife aming at some of my classmates. I didn't like that. The feeling of anger and wanting to break free from these chains, he is going to kill us all, he won't hesitate.
The boys in class 1a, where to start? They have taught me so much. To me, they are all heroes, my heroes.
Izuku Midoriya is a hero. You should have seen his work. He held on tight to his dreams and woke up every day like his success was already there. He just had to keep on walking to it. "I'm not gonna' give up! Ever!" that's what he would say.
Cry like Midoriya would.
Katsuki Bakugou is a hero. He was like a heroic threat himself; sweaty explosive acts of bravery. He was scary to- and a little mean. He would make you want to get off your ass and beat the shit out of him! I think he said something like, "If you have no intentions of winning, then don't stand in front of me!". I liked that.
Attack like Bakugou would.
Shouto Todoroki is a hero. When I first met him, he had a cold, aloof personality. But after a while, he notably became more social and kind, even gaining a sense of humor and occasionally smiling. He helped to save both Iida, Midoriya, and Bakugou. I look up to that.
And he trained with me. He taught me how to think the act in quick actions. I appreciated that too.
"If you wanna stop this, then stand up! Because I've just got one thing to say to you! Never forget who you want to become!"
Think as Todoroki would.
Eijiro Kirishima is a hero. He always told me how important manliness is. How he thought that some things were "manly" and other stuff was "unmanly, respectively, of course. I heard how he chased a criminal in an alleway, a real hero he was.
 "When I heard that they were after my buddy...I couldn't do anything!! I didn't do anything!! If I don't act now...forget being a hero, I'm not even a man!"
Do it as manly as possible for Kirishima.
Denki Kaminari is a hero. Tho it didn't go so well for him at the sports festival, he was a strong student. He did flirt here and there, but I didn't mind. I heard his quirk was to great use when he fought by the side of Jirou and Yaoyorozu, also when he fought with Kirishima and Bakugou.  He made me smile with his stupidness and his coment in the buss made me laugh a little.
"It's only been a brief while since our conversation has commenced and yet already we have been made apodictically cognizant of your personality, redolent as it is of a turd getting steamed in a sewer."
Act dumb as Kaminari would before attacking.
Tenya Iida is a hero. At first he looked severe, unfriendly, and even intimidating at first glance, but I learned that he's a very straightforward, earnest, intelligent, sophisticated, disciplined, and noble person. He blew my mind with his family thing tho! I never knew he could be good as a class prep too. He is good at admitting his mistakes and I learned a lot from him.
"I'm a novice. I can't measure up to their standards! Be that as it may... I have to stand up! Never again! Never again will they... or my brother... leave me behind in the dust!"
Run as Iida would.
Protect as they all would-
But we ended up here, and that is on me. This is not like, 'I blame myself for this' thing- no... this is my fault.
One second passed. Two seconds passed. Three seconds passed. Guilt was eating and pestering me. A fire burned in my mind and throat. Remorse hit me like a sledgehammer.
I could feel daggers aiming at me from within the sight. The prize was gleaming gold and was waiting for its rightful owner. One step. Two steps. Three steps. The Villan was walking towards me, a smile plastered on his face, a creepy one. 
My heartbeat seemed to echo in the room. My classmates yelling at me but I didn't look at them. Instead, I was staring into the eyes of the villan, who was staring daggers at me. Aming that one blade at my head, ready to walk up to me and slit my throat.
My choise may make me go to prison, but I don't care anymore. They have more value, the future heroes of our society. They need to survive. They need another day to make a difference in their quirks.
It was not too late. Not too late to save them. Not too late to make a sacrifice... All I had to do was to kill before him. Kill him.
"When the enemy becomes certain of their victory, that will be our chance."
Break out of the chains... get my quirk back. Save.
And that's what I did. Kill him.
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alaricstories · 3 years
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Warm embrace ft. Bakugou
Request: Hi! May I request a scenrio where the readers little brother got hurt in a school shooting, and kind of has a breakdown at the hospital? So Bakugou has to come and comfort them, with drama??? And they are together?
I loved writing this, it took a lot of time tho. It is a little long, but I would not recomend skipping parts if you want to understand the story. And it is so bad at the end... WELL- enjoy ;)
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"...the police, ambulance, and firefighter's have pulled out 105 shot and wounded children and 129 dead the last 47 minutes. More pro heroes are arriving soon to help and on the way as we hope that they will be able to arrest the people who did this cruel thing. The school shooting-"
That was enough for you to slam out of your apartment door. Tears blind you, and you turn, running as quickly as your legs can carry you, bolting down the alleyway like an Olympic champion at the start gun, quickening your pace to an all-out sprint.
The pounding noise of your tennis shoes resonating off the walls of the alley with a clanging echo that matched your heart, throbbing inside your chest with the thick grief and fear you felt as you ran.
That's how you ended up in the arms of a firefighter.
In your intense movements, you somehow screamed with your whole body. Your eyes wide with horror, mouth rigid and open, your chalky face gaunt and immobile, fists clenched with blanched knuckles and the nails digging deeply into the palms of your hand. Screaming and yelling.
And as you saw your little brother that you had just seen an hour ago being carried lifeless into the man's arms, your eyes glimmered with watery tears, and you felt as if the whole world was about to crumble.
You dropped down on your knees and screamed with all your might. You sobbed tears flooded like the waters rushing down from a waterfall, and the only time you'd stop was to fill your lungs with fresh air.
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Slam.
You slammed your head into the hospital wall and punched it with your hand. Your knuckles were red and sore from the beating, and the blood was also on the wall.
Slam.
Your forehead was red, and the dizziness became more and more unbearable to you. You wanted to stop, but the pain in your heart was more powerful. You needed to stop, to drown it in physical pain.
"Y/n!" your name rang through your ears as your body slowly stood still onto the wall. Your sight was a little blurry, and you didn't know where to put yourself; on a chair? Should you stand and wait?
A hand gently touched your shoulder, and a couple of arms wrapped around your body. It was enough to make you flinch. Your eyes widened at the sight of a redhead wrapping you in a protective hug.
Your eyes drip with tears. Your walls, the walls that hold you up, that makes you strong just, collapse. Moment by moment, they fall. Salty drops fall from your chin, drenching his shirt.
After a little while, you desperately grabbed the back of his shirt into your fists. Burring your face deep into his right chest, he could feel your nails through his shirt. Not hurting him, but hard enough so the other behind him could see what pain you were within.
"Y/n-" Jirou crunched down to your side after you had let Kirishima go a little. She took and held your hand under her face. She studied your knuckles and gently grabbed your head to her's.
"You can't do that! I'm so sorry, but causing physical pain to your body ain't the answer." You slowly realize the pain from your headache as you want to slam your fists into the wall again. You needed to drown the emotional pain with something.
You clenched your hands together and started to slam them on the floor. You made Jirou, Midoriya, and Kirishima feel a little hopeless as they screamed for you to stop, trying to hold you in place. They, of course, didn't know what to do.
When they got the grip on you, you started to feel your body slowly weaken as your eyes began to hurt. You felt like you wanted to throw up. "Y/n?"
Your muscles stopped working as you fell into the arms of Jirou. Kirishima, holding your head as tried to make you look upwards. Black.
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You laid there quietly, keeping your eyes closed, matching your breaths to the beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed, the only indications of your heartbeat, your existence.
Your legs were numb. Curiosity slowly pried open your swollen eyes to meet a dismal view of a magnolia colored hospital room, the door a navy blue.
You slid your eyes sideways; bandages wrapped around your palms, but they didn't cover your fingers. They hurt a little as you lifted one of your arms to your head. It was a bandage there too.
You slowly looked to your side to see an angry blond staring right into your soul. Before you could ask him anything, he stood up from the chair and slammed his hands on the side of the bed.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He screamed into your ear as your body filled with fear of the full-grown figure towering over you. "Look at your hands, you idiot! And your head!"
"Everything fine in here?" You both turned to a nurse who looked serious at Bakugou. You guessed she was asking if he was a problem to you, which you smiled and waved, "Yea, thank you."
She hesitated but ended up closing the door. Bakugou turned back to you with an impatient, angry impression. "Well?"
But all you could think of was the sight of your brother; how he looked so lifeless in the man's arms. Tears started to fill your eyes as you tried lifting your body. Bakugou shoved your body down again.
"(name)-" Your little brother's name fell from your mouth as pain rushed through your body at the sudden movement. You wanted to know where he is! Is he okay?!
"He's fine!" He said roughly and held your shoulders, "He's with your aunt."
Tears started to form in your eyes as you lifted your hand and grabbed the upper edge of his black t-shirt. You tightened your grip and felt the pain run through your knuckles.
He grabbed your wrist wanted to pull it way, seeing how you desperately wanted him to hold you. "D-don't-" you stopped in your sentence as tears ran down your face.
"Don't cling to me, idiot! Oi- Stop pulling me!" Bakugou lost his grip on the bed edge and fell onto you. You clenched your arm around his neck and laid your forehead on his shoulder.
"Don't let him leave me-" You whispered so low you could barely hear it yourself. So it was no surprise he would ask, "What." right afterward. It just didn't sound like a question. It was more like a 'don't repeat' thing.
"Don't let him leave me. D-Don't leave me." Your words made no sense to him. Thinking he's leaving you? Why does that even cross your mind?!
"I just don't want to feel alone again-" before you could finish the sentence, he grabbed your shirt and pulled your close to his face in anger. "Why the fuck does that even cross your fucking mind?!"
 "I-I don't know! I don't want you to disappear!" Tears ran down your face in both horrors and need. You grabbed his wrist and waited for something to happen. Anything. He tightened his grip on you, and then the words just spilled out of your mouth, "IWASSOSCAREDWHENISAW *inhale* (name)THATIJUSTTHOUGHTABOUTTHATTHATCOULDBEYOUONEDAY *inhale* AND-"
Before you could say more, you felt a force on your lips. You opened your eyes just as it was gone. You were speechless. Your eyes met his as a light blush formed on his cheeks.
He kissed you. 
The feeling that you didn't know or felt when it happened made you want to steal one from him. You also wanted to feel a kiss. The only thing you felt was a force in less than one second.
Before he could say anything with that look of his, you put your arm around his neck and pulled him down.
One. Hard and awkward.
Two. Light and small, still awkward.
Three. Long and desperate.
Four. A growing rhythm.
You were unprepared. You would think that after all the hours you'd spent with Bakugou - watching him talk, laugh, and annoyed scream- that you would know all there was to know about his lips. But you hadn't imagined how warm and hungry they would feel pressed up against your own at the fifth.
You oddly stared at each other, as if it were a silent argument. Your glances battled each other, until tears arose, and you found yourselves crying, or- maybe just you?
"Why did you do it?" He asked gripping your hand, your tears rolling down with the same quietness. He sighed, wiping your tears, before rising from the hospital bed, and stroke the bandage on your head. Kissing your bandaged knuckles.
You felt an urge to do something, to slam at something, but also yourself. You smiled awkwardly beneath the salty tears, "I just wanted to drown the emotinal pain- I just wanted to feel something-" your lips shaking.
He entertwined your fingers and slammed you down on the hospital bed. "I can do that, you idiot!" His face was angry again, desperation. You smiled lightly and pulled a little closer to your body.
"Show me."
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alaricstories · 3 years
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He read it - ft. Todoroki
Request: Hi, may I request a little storytelling where the reader and Shoto broke it off because she fell out of love?
I tried ;) I don’t know if It’s good or not, hehe- This took me half a day, and it’s around 920 words I think.
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"Y/n, are you okay?" you looked over at your friend sitting over at the other side of the little cafe table. You pushed the breakfast away. With butterflies in your stomach and your head buzzing with possibilities, there was no way on Earth you'd swallow a bite, let alone a whole plateful.
"You know if you don't want to talk about-" before she could finish the sentence, you dropped your fork on your plate and stared at her in the face, "I'm happy (friends name). He read it."
"Read what?"
The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. You feel the muscles of your chin tremble like a small child, and you look toward the window as if the light could soothe you. It was happy tears. He had visited you, he read it.
If love were a light, yours would be the brightest star. It would shine as bright as any sun and just as pure. Your friend, you know she seeks answers, a way to help you, to restore this person to something as magical as you are. But there's nothing wrong.
She thought that you were crying because of your heartache, tho she is not totally wrong, it wasn't the only reason. He had seen it.
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You had been on several dates and had lovely movie nights at your apartment. And don't get you started on the beautiful hiking trip to the Kumano Kodo Pilgrimage Routes. It was paradise.
Everything had been butterflies and smiles as you both loved each other. What went wrong? Nothing really, just something that didn't work out.
You believe that meeting him was fate, being his friend; a choice. And falling in love was bound to happen for a reason. He was the one who painted your world, he was the one who kept you shielded, defended you from the brutality, and you still do.
Easily said; It was great while it lasted, great to be loved, the warmth of his cheek next to yours. His soft hand brushing your hair from your face, his little laugh in your ear... it was great to be loved, tho it didn't last, of course.
No-one did anything wrong, you know? Just an "I fell out of love." thing. Both of you had the time of your lives, but both of you know that these things take time to build up. Sometimes it just won't work, It's natural. He may have taken it way harder than you, you don't know.
Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? Your friend always liked that line.
You never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. You get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of heartbreak has to be an inside job.
Romance cannot be found in a store. Whatever is in the mall isn't what you're looking for. Romance is fuelled by self-love but dealt a mortal blow by selfishness. Romance is when we lose ourselves in a moment with another - a moment made sacred for just the two of you.
But he didn't seem like he wanted to let you go yet. It broke you. You walked around with the thought in your head after the break-up, worry filling your body about him. Todoroki was very mysterious, and you could hardly tell when he was in pain.
So you decided to make him feel seen one last time; a letter. You never told anyone you wrote it. It was just for him, no-one else. If you didn't get a response, it was fine. You just wanted to let him know that none of this was his fault. It was natural.
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Shouto Todoroki, The past 2 years were nothing but loving, and I just wanted to let you know how of a beautiful person you are.
The word "Beautiful" from me to you is that spark in your eye, the one that says you're up for a hero role. "Beautiful" is your soul, the one that loves so deeply and cares so very much for the ones that make it into your heart. "Beautiful" is how you were born, and with your friends standing with you every step of the way... it is how you will stay for all of your days.
Tho we may have drifted apart; there are still people here who love you.
I think you are capable of caring for yourself; but right now, you just have to take extra special care that you stay in the range you can cope with. I hope you'll ask for help from the once around you to make it easier for you to deal with this.
It was time for me to walk away, and I wish you very well. Y/n.
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Knock, knock, knock. It's early in the morning. A bandaged hand knocks against the outside door to your apartment. You pour water into your cup and set it beside your breakfast plate. 11.26 AM.
Knock, knock, knock. You walk to the other side of your apartment, and wipe your hands on your t-shirt. Drying your sweat.
You open the door to the hallway and sees a face just outside, in the middle of the opening, two-colored eyes. It's Shouto.
"Hi, Y/n," he says softly, light tears in his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something more but stops to look down. He doesn't smile, and only now do you notice the letter in his hand. "Thank you."
He had read it.
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alaricstories · 3 years
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I both love and hate this song!
Love: It one of the deepest and real songs I’ve ever heard! It is so beautiful to listen to, and it just teared up my eyes the first time I heard it.
In the song, he sings: "Yeah, last time I got off the stage, I looked Chester in the face. But now he gone, and ain't no going back, uh."
Me and my best friend have been Linkin Park fans since early 2017. So when Chester passed, I just broke. It took some time to get over it, but it still makes my heart shatter when it's mentioned.
Hate: I hate it because it is so damn sad! Like why do you have to make me cry? This song cuts deep into my soul and I hate it! But I love it too!!
So I share my opinion here, cause why not? I hope you will like the song as much as I do. (and while you're on it, why not listen to some Linkin Park too-)
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alaricstories · 3 years
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I will miss you all-
Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could write a letter to Bakusquad from Y/n. Where she had taken her own life, and wrote this letter just for them, her best friends. I love letters with deep meanings. Thank you!
Is Kyoko in the squad? I don’t know. I only found her in 2 pictures so I guess not? If she is, please let me know! And I enjoyed writing this!
Warning: Mentions of dark and trapped feelings - suicide.
DO NOT READ IF THIS WILL TRIGGER YOU!!!
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Dear Katsuki, Eijirou, Denki, Hanta and Mina,
Friendship is a form of love, and I always love on a full scale. If I call you friend, I say I love you. Love means taking the good and difficult times. It means standing by the other in times of heartache, easing the pain, seeing them for the person they are.
If that's all you can offer to witness their loss and grief, then you offer and keep your own discomfort as a marker for your own good character. All true love requires the sacrifice of the self to be real. How else do we show that our friendship is more than words? Love requires action.
To love a friend means that in their stormy seas you would not only climb into their boat just to be with them, but that you would become the boat and keep your head above water. When my time came to drown, you didn’t really know, knowing that sometimes my body felt like a cage, that I was struggling to live and breathe. As such, you just tried to take away my pain, but I felt worthless.
I would have run through fire for any of you on just one request, one that asked. I loved you with all my heart, all my soul and all my being. The love that is friendship is accepting, compassionate, unconditional, without judgment and eternal. It accepts that people make mistakes and forgive, it endures. Still, there comes a time to protect the self, end the wounded. I wish you regular sailing; I wish you love and good health; I wish you real happiness for your life. You go with a kiss.
Even though I've been through hell, there was one who rode with me all the way, another who came at any time, and two who would have liked to come and stay. There are you. Five real friends. I guess I'm luckier than most, because it's true love, and I love you back with my whole heart, and I always will, but I have to go know.
This is my time.
- Your dear friend, Y/n.
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alaricstories · 3 years
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I just love Shouto!
“In the rain, Shouto's hair becomes one with his face, wetly draped over the bone structure that drives you crazy. His expression is serious. I wonder if he knows how crazy that makes you, how it makes you want to feel every inch of his skin.”
This is probably the proudest I’ve been of my writing! I tried to make it reflect how I think Shouto’s hair will be when his hair is wet. Hope you will read the rest :D
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alaricstories · 3 years
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Kisses in the night rain ft. Todoroki, Bakugou
Request from my best friend on text message (yes, I’m out of ideas for the day): You had just had a beautiful date with your boyfriend, but something was on your mind, he noticed it. As he asked you what it is, you rush out of the cafe in the night rain. You could feel the fear and pain just rushing through your body all at once. The fear of him hurting himself struck you the night before, his hero work. What if you never got to see him come home again? He runs after you. How will he comfort you?
OH MAH GAAAWWDD I LOVE THIS!!! Thank you bestie :D
TODOROKI SHOUTO
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(Nooo-)
In the rain, Shouto's hair becomes one with his face, wetly draped over the bone structure that drives you crazy. His expression is serious. 
I wonder if he knows how crazy that makes you, how it makes you want to feel every inch of his skin.
At this moment, here at the busy intersection, cars rushing past with wipers in full swing, you can. You pull his hand to lead him and move in front, toe to toe.
He locks his eyes with you in that way he does when he's so much in love that everything else doesn't matter, you kiss.
The passersby melt away, the traffic also, and the moment is yours. For the kiss, it's as if you've been transported somewhere heavenly-
-and perhaps if it weren't for the cold New York weather, You might believe you were with the sun.
You bit your lip, eyes everywhere but on Todoroki. 
Then he moves closer with those eyes that look so deeply into your own, "Hey, it's me."
Your breathing becomes softer, the pensive look melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. Your body squirms just a little as your muscles relax.
There is something about that gaze of his you'll never find in another man. As if at that moment, your souls have made a bridge.
"Don't hold back." He cups your cheeks with his hands and lays your head on his chest. "I won't leave."
Just like that, the tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. You feel the muscles of your chin tremble like a small child.
Even tho they aren't so visible in the rain, they're not invisible either.
I look up at him as he kisses your forehead. There is static in your head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress you live with.
He smiles and protectively hugs your body. "Promise."
BAKUGOU KATSUKI
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(This hurt my soul-)
The rain hammers down as if it means to beat the entire city into the sidewalk.
People pass in frenetic chaos, everyone single-minded for their destination - all except two people who have let their umbrella's fall to the wet street and be blown by the wind.
They are bound in a kiss that is so tender the world should stop on its axis and take note of their love. Then they walk and in hand, the droplets beading their hair.
Those two people aren't you and your boyfriend. Not now.
You can't kiss him right now without imagining his body on the floor, bloody, wet, deadly. No life, no hugs when he comes back home, because he never came. 
These thoughts go through your brain over and over. Until, in the end, you left your date rushing out. You can't handle the fear of losing the man you love.
You scream at him which, leads to him screaming: back at you. You don't understand how he can be so calm about being a hero at work. Without fear, or that's what you thought.
He's also scared, like right now. His date rushed out of the cafe, him right behind. What the hell?!
Your eyes drip with tears. Your walls, the walls that hold you up, make you strong, It collapses. Moment by moment, they fall.
Salty drops fall from your chin, drenching your shirt. Perhaps these tears will help wash the blood out. You press your head against the street wall.
Baby blue, so innocent. You are anything but innocent, the screaming, the big words that fall out of your mouth, the cursing; you're not innocent.
You're trembling. You can't stop. Even as you press your hand against the wall, it shakes it trembles.
It's raw, everything.
Raw tears. Raw emotions. You can't stop. You can't stop! Why can you not stop crying?
"Hey! Look at me!" He grabs your face, the fear in his eyes deepens as he looks at your trembling body. "Why? Why didn't you tell me if you have kept it inside for so long, idiot!? Stupid!" You just cry.
Grabbing on to him, clinging for your life. Yeah? Why didn't you tell him? That's what others would do, right.
You fall onto the ground in his arms. He grabs your head in protection, as to what the hell is going on?! What are you so scared of, him?! No, he understands. Just not in actions.
"I'm right here! I'm not leaving you, dumbass!"
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alaricstories · 3 years
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How some BNHA girls is your secret admirer!
Request: Hey! I know you just made the "How some BNHA boys is your secret admirer!" (and I love it!!!) So-  if you have time- I just wanted to request that with some girls? (Momo, Mina, and Jirou - Best girls!!) And have fun with it of course!
Thank you so much @ilovemha06 for this lovely request!
Of course! I loved to write those about the boys! I got to it as soon as I saw it. It took some time, but I tried to make it worth it. I hope this is what you asked for hehe- Anything else on your mind- I will try to write it!
YAOYOROZU MOMO
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(You love reading in this- Momo is one of mah girls! I love books and I can just picturing her doing this!)
You were almost at the end of your book series, "The Raven Cycle." (Beautiful series, by the way!) You drowned in the incredible writing. The storyline just sucked you up. You wanted to know the end!
As you waited to come close to the end of the book, you realized the time. 02.21 A.M! You had school tomorrow! You threw the book out of your grip and forgot to mark the place you left your eyes. How stupid of you-
The next day you couldn't stop talking about how stupid you were for leaving that spot. You slammed your hand in your head a few times before Jirou had to make you stop. It was not the first time you had forgot- but that's too embarrassing to say out loud.
Probably the whole class heard you, and you had some teasing her and there. But you didn't want to stop reading, you wanted to continue where you left- but then you had to look. That takes to much energy!
You decide to place the book on the table in your room. Just leave it there for a while. But the feeling of curiosity with a hint of guilt building up in your stomach, you couldn't shake it away.
You stared at the book on the shelf and took it out eventually. You opened the book. Starting at a random page close to the end, you began to read. 
Suddenly you hear the sound of something sliding down the papers. As you look down, you see this paper note almost leaving the book.
You quickly put a finger in between and open the page. The note said, "I think from your description, you left here?".
You scan the page as you remember you left it in the middle, yes. You began to read the feeling of curiosity becoming too overwhelming. You needed to know the end!
The satisfying sound left your breath as you told your friends about it. That went about for a long time; reading and receiving notes in the books your reading. Compliments and sweet nothings were left on the notes. You loved it!
Suddenly Momo stands in front of your door, handing out a book for you. "Lady in the Lake" by Laura Lippman. The book you had wanted to buy for a long time. You could never repay her for this! Or so you thought-
You opened the book on page one, seeing a note sticking in front of the text. No way! Same handwriting, same pen color- there's no way?! You could feel the romance in your body rice as you read the question:
"Will you meet me outside of the school? 6.30 P.M.
                                                 - Momo Yaoyorozu."
ASHIDO MINA
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(You love musicals in this one hehe-)
You had watched different musicals with your mother when you were little. You wanted to watch them over and over and hooked on them you were! You loved the way the songs fit perfectly into the storyline, and you played the songs over and over again. 
You can't decide which was better at this point; the music, the dancing, or the storyline! You loved it all!
Class 1-A didn't understand why? Some of them liked it, some not. But you couldn't stop the feeling of rushing music through your veins. You wanted to be in one musical!
You had a somewhat good voice, but you were to shy to show it to people. Your dancing was decent but could have some improvement. Your acting was awful tho! The only thing you were good at was smile and act very happy.
So you could imagine the look you made when you find a musical movie laying in front of your door. You hadn't watched this one yet, and now you got the chance- but you checked with the class that it didn't belong to anyone, you borrowed it. Secret?
More starting to pop up now and then with small hearts and love quotes on them. Either with a red marker or a note taped. Not Sero's tape tho so it couldn't be him.
You realized that the movies that were brought to you, was never asked for or you hadn't watched it. Now you did mention the few movies you hadn't watched, to some people- so you had removed some from your "Who is it?" list. 
You couldn't point out who it was so they were good at hiding it from you.
The last movie that was at your door didn't have a disk. Just a note inside that said, "Follow the movies first word on the back!".
Outside. Outside? Were you supposed to go outside now? You did end up going out tho. Looking around, you found an umbrella at the front gate. You didn't think much of it until you saw another further away. You followed.
The shock and the heat in your body hit you as you watched the scene in front of you. Four of your classmates spread up the umbrellas they had and spelled a sentence painted in white.
Mina stood there in the middle with a lot of flowers in her hands. She walked up to you wearing the outfit of Gene Kelly in your favorite musical, "Singin' in the rain."
She took your hand as you read that the umbrellas spelled:
"You" ... "Me" ... "Lunch" ... "Together?"
JIRO KIYOKA
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MUSICAAAAAA!
You had always had a passion for music. You loved it! More you liked producing it! The beat and the bass was your ground, what made you love this so much. You just wanted to blast anything away with high bass!
Many knew that, and you had taught some people the basics in making music on your own. Starting learning from using stuff at home to an app on the computer, it was easy learning away.
Soon after teaching, you had received a small plastic CD-disk with a love note on it? You meant it was that, but maybe it was a part of the song lyrics?
"Music speaks what cannot be expressed. Soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals a heart, and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul. Just like you, Y/n."
A love note. Who would make you this, sneak into your room, and then leave just to make some love to your heart? A Person who knew what they were doing.
Their music taste was flawless! Beautiful bass sounds and guitar play as it reminded you of a sunflower field. The summer flavor and the warm weather was perfect in a way you never knew was possible.
You wanted more, and you got more. More soundtracks with more quotes and small love confessions on them, you craved for it. Music to your ears, literally!
The thought never crossed your mind that this looked a lot like a secret admirer. Ashido had to get your ass to work to find out who it was. You were just a nervous wreck whenever she mentioned it.
You already had a crush, you didn't want to hurt the admirer's feelings if it turned out to not be the same person. It could be the same- IT COULD BE THE FRICKING SAME PERSON!!!
You didn't come out of your room for a few minutes as you tried to calm down the blood rushing through your existing veins. What the heck were you supposed to do?!
You freaked out, not wanting to look anyone in their eyes.
Then your door opened slowly. It was Kiyoka. She sat next to your body, looking down while laughing at your situation. She had known about your love for her for a while now. So the reason she did this was to try and return those feelings in a rocky, romantic way.
It worked tho. Cause the face you made after she said her sentence was clear, for her that the plan had worked out perfectly.
"Do you want to listen to my tracks again?"
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alaricstories · 3 years
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Smoke, Fog, and Haze ft. Kaminari Denki
Paring: Kaminari Denki X reader
Time taken: 1 1/2 hours
Words: 896
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You lived for music. If you could hear it played live you began to tingle, even for a solitary instrument. There was something about the vibrations that felt so heavenly, as if it were liquid energy seeping right through your skin.
Your mother said it was because you were blind, that your mind overcompensated, but you swore you'd be just the same way with or without sight. Perhaps that's why you learned to play so well, you felt it, craved it, expressed emotions better than any of your peers.
Blind from birth, the spring and music were all about the sounds, the tastes, and the rising air temperature for You. With an awareness of the frigidity of winter rain, you knew before your keen-sighted friends when the winter season was in transition.
You felt the breeze kiss you more warmly and let your hands explore the overhanging branches of neighborhood trees to find the swelling buds- buds that would soon crack open to release the soft papery leaves within.
You would take a new lush blade or leaf and rub it between your fingers, releasing its perfume. You loved it. 
When you couldn’t see it, you could feel. When you couldn’t see it, you could hear. This was your strength. Quirkless and blind, you flew past time and space as you desperately looked for something exciting.
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"Y/n! Dinner!" Your mom shouts out into the garden. You stop fickling with the flowers and put the scissors down. The gloves you wore made wet gliding gummi noises when you pulled them off. The heat and sweat your body had captured at you focused to feel your body through the cutting of the roses were not overwhelming at all anymore when you felt that wid coming your way.
"I'm coming." You say as you walk in the door. You take off your jacket and shoes and lay them on the ground as you walk inside. The heat from the oven reaching your body as you entered the kitchen. The good smell of baked potatoes and butter made it through your nose.
Your mother could put anything on with baked potato and make it taste fabulous, you and your father swear she could. There were the days she pulled a plain potato from the oven just to make you laugh, but most days it was an edible form of her crazy wonderful imagination. It was the thing you looked forward to the most after your day. Nothing surprises you anymore, but you're still amazed each time dinner comes around.
You smiled slightly as you sat your butt down on a comfy chair. Your little sister next to you placed a baked potato on your plate and tugged at your arm tightly. "We can eat it now."
"So, Yukio here," your mother started and you could already feel your little sister's excitement, "just found out that her favorite hero is going to be just down the street in an hour or two."
"Wow. Let me guess? You can't take her?" you said confidently as a tease since you knew you were right, but your sister didn't take it that way. She stopped jumping up and down on the floor and teary eyes looked up at her mother.
"Doesn't sis want to take me?" she asked so kindheartedly it could melt an iceberg or just small ice cream... but it is the same! Her mother stopped laughing and looked down at her little kid. "Nononono- it was meant to be a joke Yukio. I do want to go with you!" You assure her and she walks over to you. She fingers with her t-shirt for some time before admitting "I'm nervous-"
You reach your hand out for her to grab. You pull her into your lap and let her help you cut your potato. "It's okay. I'm sorry for what I said." you kissed her cheek as she laughed a little while holding your big potato in her two hands. "So," you begin patting her back as she sits back at her place. "Why don't you tell me about this hero?"
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As you walked down the sidewalk with your little sister holding your hand, you felt a nice breeze brush against your face and showed some hair in your face. You couldn't care less.
She suddenly stopped and held you back as you turned your head down to where you could feel her small figure. She mumbled a name but you didn't get the name. "Who is it Yukio?" You asked her and tugging a little in her very small hand. She turned and pulled at your hand weak, she wanted something-
"That's the lightning hero I talked about," she whispered a little high in your ear. But the sound of her voice, she was scared of something too. Wasn't she? "I want-" she said and tried to pull you closer to her body, she tried to hide her face in your big hoodie, you realized why "I want an autograph." Of course, she wanted one, he's her favorite hero. She’s afraid of going up to him alone, cute.
"Adorable." you chuckled before picking her up. She clenched to your hoodie and tried to hide her face in the crook of your neck. "No sweetie. You have to be my eyes." You whispered sweetly in her ear before she put off the weight in your shoulder.
The meeting with Chargebolt.
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alaricstories · 3 years
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Singers love
(Just some late late late late- writing!)
Two students. Two voices. Two thoughts. Not shared. Kept.
His voice was smooth and clear and quiet. Yet powerful. Soothing, in a different way. I know you're not calling this voice a beautiful thing, but I do, and he was. That was tomorrow's promise. It was beautiful, and I wish he would never quit. ~ Her voice rolled over the hills in mournful waves. Swells of power rose in her throat. I could not even tell if words were coming from her. Her voice was music and grace, and the haunting feeling of knowing that her voice was brought out in a rage- of pain. Her hand went to her heart and her head rose as she belted out the last notes. My friends could tell me I have a nice voice, but I would never believe them again. She was more than me, more than music- I just can't set my finger at it.
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WILL BE CONTINUED LATER!!!
(I do not know what to tag...)
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alaricstories · 3 years
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Have some Haikyuu Love!!!
I’m bored and I just wanted to post this. I hope you aren’t as bored as me since your reading this! ALL LUV TO U!!!
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I love this! I miss it so much- My love for it will never die out!!!
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alaricstories · 3 years
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How some BNHA boys is your secret admirer!
As my firAs my first ever post here, I asked my dearest friend what she wanted. So she asked me if I could do Todoroki, Bakugou, and Kirishima as a secret admirer! And of course, I can do that, so here we are!
To this I took something into use: Todoroki’s ability to heat things up, Bakugou’s cutting skills, and Just little, lovely, manly Kirishima.
TODOROKI SHOUTO
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I can imagine Todoroki asking his sister for help- or just googling what to do to impress you-
Anyway!
You are always the earliest in the common room, and that gives you time alone to sit down on the couch and read, being on your phone, and whatever you feel like in peace.
You can do this in your room too, but you find the common room more relaxing. You like sitting on the sofa with soft back-support more than leaning onto the wall when you are on your bed.
But one day you find a cup standing on a yellow post-it-note with your name on it.
When you arrive at the common room there is already a cup on your desk. There is no writing on the note to let you know who the buyer, but your name is there. You couldn't tell what drink it was by the looks of it, but yet one sniff tells you it's your favorite - hot chocolate. You sink into your chair and peer around. Hardly anyone is here yet (only you) so no-one can look your way or acknowledge you at all.
You turn your attention back to the cup. It's a venti, tall, frothy, and still hot. You want to resist it until you know the giver, but without conscious thought, it is in your hand and the first milky sip creeps over your taste-buds and down your throat. After only a few minutes you are bathing in the kick of the chocolate taste.
You walk around looking for the one who made it while you take a few sips at a time. No-one is near you.
Not long after the time for finding your benefactor has passed, your classmates were already starting walking into the room. So you put down what you were doing with the cup in one hand, a big smile on your face. Until it's drained it will be within an easy arms reach.
Whoever did this, you would cherish the fact that they woke up early to make it and knew when you would arrive since it was still warm. They knew your routine.
And it didn’t stop
BAKUGOU KATSUKI
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The same as the one over:
You are always the earliest in the common room, and that gives you time alone to sit down on the couch and read, being on your phone, and whatever you feel like in peace
You can do this in your room too, but you find the common room more relaxing. You like sitting on the sofa with soft back-support more than leaning onto the wall when you are on your bed.
One day you find a box with the sentence "Y/n. Eat and leave it" written with a black felt-tip pen on the lid.
You walk over to the counter, looking down at the box. You grab the lid and slowly lift it off the box where it reveals a nice chopped up fruit salad. Your favorite fruits cut into pieces and squares, the colors of the fruits mixed so well together - beautiful.
Since it was for you, you start eating and tasting the different fruits in the box. The flavors you taste are fruity, sweet, and juicy, with a little bit of acidity. You bite into one of these plump and juicy berries and you get a big burst of sweetness in your mouth.
A satisfied sound leaves your mouth as you take another bite. "Y/n? What are you doing?" You turn around to see Mina standing there with a confused and curious look on her face.
"Somebody made this for me." You answer with a smile as you swallow it down. You pull her closer to you and make her taste it too.
She agrees with you, and then the teasing begins. "Ooh~ who is it from Y/n? They must be interested in you!"
The class walks in all the girl's towers over you as well as Kaminari. The overwhelming feeling of heat strikes your body as you realize YOU MAY HAVE AN ADMIRER! or something like that-
You carefully scan all of your classmate's moves now and then with the help of Momo and Mina. When none of you found something in some days, and the fruit thing stopped. You gave up.
But not long after you gave up, it started again.
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU
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You woke up in your bed feeling the warmth of your sheets. You gathered together and felt that you would just lie there for the rest of the day.
But then there was school. So you got dressed and went over to the door. When you opened the door, a note slipped in and glided over the wooden floor of your room.
You looked outside, but no-one was there. The note must have placed in the gab of the door.
You turned and picked up the note from the ground. The note was a simple folded piece of paper with a red heart made with a marker. None of the lines were perfect but you noticed perfection in the folding. 
You open it to reveal some scribbled words. You run your eyes over the paper a few times before you can assure yourself your reading it right.
"I can't always explain my feelings the way I want you to understand them. Sometimes when we talk, there are so many beautiful and intense emotions, that flow in and out of my soul for you, yet the words as I say them never seem to allow those feelings and emotions to touch you..."
You read it over and over as you slowly realized the person who wrote this has feelings for you. The heat rises in your cheeks as you tighten your grip on the paper.
You slowly closed the door to your room, and headed for the common room. The rest of the class sat there doing different things while others discussed topics. You didn't know where to go since the school didn't start soon.
That was before Mina swang an arm around your neck, grabbing the paper from your hand. "What's that?" She pointed the girls over as she tried to read what it said.
You had to explain to them the thought that it was kind of a confession in your opinion. They burst out of happiness and all of them started to stare at the class. ALL OF THEM.
You just wanted to hide when you spotted Kirishima sweetly smiling at you. Okay- so he was good at acting and hiding in the crowd of non-suspects. But now it was very- VERY obvious.
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alaricstories · 3 years
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Rules
Helloo world, and everyone on earth reading! This is ME and welcome to the new blog of mine. But you don’t care about that so without further ado! Rules are boring, I know, but I have to write them down. Prepare yourself!
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FACTS FOR YOU WHEN YOU REQUEST:
- I only write for MHA / BNHA
- Send in requests for matchups, imagines, head canons, or just ask for something you want me to write about or inspirer me with funny stuff you send me. I’ll be grateful either way!
- If you want multiple characters, try to keep it to a max of 3 or 5 people.
- Pick whatever character you’d like; I write for all of them.
- If you’re unsure about an ask, I do not judge. I do not care who wrote it or what they wrote. If I can write it I write, following these things, I write whatever comes to your mind. Maybe I won’t come to you right away, but I will make as much of the requests as I can!
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IMPORTANT TO KNOW:
- FLufF, angst, spicey, A.U and more you can ask for, but I do NOT! And I quote! I do NOT write stuff in the middle of sex. Maybe before or after, but NOT during.
- I do not write about pedophilia. (I don’t want to romanticize any of these topics.)
- Heavy topics like suicide, muder, kidnapping, harassment, etc. I do write for these, but do keep in mind that I can and have the right to refuse any topic, request I feel ucomfortable with.
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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS!
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