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I will write legal ships or x reader stories/ headcanons 

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Calling out denki kinnies

I've noticed that most if not all Denki kinnies are multi shippers and poly ( or poly ally and have poly ships). Especially for Denki.

my theory is that this is because we Denki kinnies feel he deserves love ( because we don't get enough our selfs)

This information was brought to you from a multi shipper, Denki kinnie, who the only people i don't ship Denki with are illegal's ships ( or borderline illegal) and mineta.

could i request an angsty shinkami fic? no specific thing just something angsty?

Thank you for the request!

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Trigger warning: Cursing, toxic relationships

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Most people would agree that proposing to your partner is one of the most nerve-racking things a person can do. Even Denki Kaminari, the pro hero Chargebolt of three years, who faced countless villains would agree. It was Denki and Hitoshis second anniversary, they had started dating after highschool, Hitoshi making the first move, which was shocking to Denki. Though Denki was shocked he still agreed to go on a date with the lavender-haired hero. In honesty Denki didn’t expect to fall for Hitoshi as hard as he did, he thought they would go on one or two dates, but here he was two years later fidgeting with a black box in his pants pocket.

Denki decides that he liked cheesy proposal and decides he would propose where the two had their first date, at an arcade. He knew it was weird to propose to your boyfriend at an arcade but Denki couldn’t go back in time and tell past Denki that his first date with Hitoshi cant is at an arcade. Denki arrived early to make sure everything was set up and would go as planned, he played some of his favorite games, memories of their first date arose in Denkis mind. Soon he had played every game at least twice, and Hitoshi was late. It wasn’t unusual for Hitoshi to be late but for him to be this late and on this day, the day Denki planned to propose, it made Denki rethink his whole plan. Denki had considered that two years were a small amount of time compared to others who got married, he thought about the doubts his friend had expressed at the beginning of this relationship. Before, Denki could cancel everything one of the arcade staff members approached him and informed him that Hitoshi had arrived. The staff had been told to watch the parking lot for Shinso so that Denki could be prepared before Hitoshi entered the arcade.

Denki smoothed over his tuxedo and ajasted his bowtie, he would describe himself as dashing. He patted his pocket one last time to make sure the ring box was still there, then the bells ringed indicating that Hitoshi had ented the building. Hitoshi was dressed casually, something a college student would were, this made Denkis nerves rise even higher, noticing he was in such a nice suit and Hitoshi looked like he could care less, though he still looked handsome. The original plan was to play games, eat some greasy fries or nachos and then propose, but Denki had only rented the building and staff for so long. The new plan was to propose as soon as possible, so Denki got down on his knees as he heard Hitoshis voice and footsteps approach.

“I’m sorry for being late but I think we need to talk Kamin-”

His voice cut off when he saw his blonde partner on one knee as he feared. When Denki had told Hitoshi about their next date being at the same arcade that they had their first date, he was suspicious. Hitoshi wasn’t stupid he knew what kind of dates happened at couple’s special places on special days and Shinso wasn’t ready.

“ Hitoshi shinso, I’ve decided that I’m going to be the cheesy boyfriend. So will you make me the happiest, cheesiest man on this planet and spend the rest of your life with me.”

Denki had opened the black box to reveal the gold ring with a small purple gem. Denki knew that his boyfriend was a simple man and didn’t need a fancy ring, but he also couldn’t resist the combination of the two identifying colors.

“ Kaminari, I was trying to say that … I’m not ready.”

Denkis heart dropped for a second. He tried to calm himself, think of the positive. Weddings were expensive, and stressful. Most importantly Shinso would still be there for Denki, a no to a proposal doesn’t automatically mean a breakup. And the way Shinso rejected Denki , made it seem like Hitoshi wanted to marry Denki … just not yet. Denki was still shaken up but he tried to move on from the awkward situation, he stood up and put the box back into his pocket.

“ That’s fine. I’m the one who rushed into this whole marriage thing. I mean who would be ready to marry someone after two years.”

Denki’s sentence was accompanied by awkward laughter, hoping that they could move on from what Denki just did. But Shinso’s face told Denki that they were going to move on.

“ I’m not ready to let go of my secret weapon.”

Hitoshis words and the venomis tone he used confused Denki. Before Denki could ask what Shinso ment, he answered.

“I was so close to making the top 20, which is all your old classmates. Now you’ve gone and ruined it, you couldn’t wait. I was using you,Kaminari, to become popular so I could clib the hero board. I never loved you I was just trying to get noticed and you were stupid enough to fall for it, but you were also stupid enough to think I loved you.”

Hitoshis words were harmful but the way he acted like Denki was a child, like Denki wouldn’t understand if he didn’t, that was what stabbed Denki through the heart. Then came the realization that Denki was the 20th on the hero board. Not only was Hitoshi using him, but he was soon to replace him. The shock was so much it was unbelievable.

“Your lying, why would you tell me now if it was true. It’s just a cruel joke, right Hitoshi?”

Denki hoped it was a joke, he hoped so hard that Hitoshi could hear it in Denkis voice.

“ You Idiot, it’s not a joke. Did you ever realize how I never said ‘i love you’ back, or how I only ever called you Kaminari instead of your first name or a stupid nickname, it because I don’t love you. Everything I said is true and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take your voice, your jokes, your insecurities, I’m sick and tired of it all, were done Denki”

Shinso left, leaving Denki standing in the arcade alone, and unsure of what to do. Denkis thoughts raced, he began to realized that Hitoshi was no lair. He had never said ‘i love you’ when he had, and the only time Hitoshi called him by his first name was also the last thing he said to him. The only time Hitoshi called him Denki was when confessing that he never loved him, that it was all a publicity stunt. He was’nt sure if he would have preferred if Hitoshi never said that name, maybe it would be easier to move on if he had never heard the smooth voice say the syllables that made up his first name.

Bonus

He was broken from his thoughts when the staff told him that time was up. He walked back to his car, he began to drive home, realizing that he didn't want to be in a space where the liar had to soothe him to sleep when his insecurities were too much, the same insecurities that he now knew Hitoshi hated. He decided to drive to the only other person that could offer him comfort, Eijiro Kirishima. He arrived at the apartment building, and without memories of climbing the stairs or elevator, he was knocking on the door to his best friend’s door. The fake redhead opens the door with a smile, which faltered when his blonde friend stumbled into the apartment.

“Congratula-”

Mina and Sero's voices echoed through the apartment were cut off by a slapping sound caused by Katsuki’s hand hitting each of the exited idiot's backs, followed by a quiet warning from the explosive hero.

“Shut the fuck up you idiots”

Denki took notice of his friends and decorations that filled the apartment, making him remember that the plan was to bring his new fiances to Kirishima’s apartment to celebrate with friends. Denki’s eye began to water, remembering everything Hitoshi said, along with the fact that didn’t have the promised fiance, he was meant to bring.

“Hey it’s ok, shh, we’re not disappointed”

It was as if Eijro knew what Denki was thinking, and knew how to comfort him. It took a while but with the comforting touch and words of his friends, he was ready to explain what happened. After explaining what happened and reliving what Shinso said most of Denkis friends were in shock. The Explosive blonde who most expected to run off and fight the bastard was holding Jirou, because she was the one trying to run and put the mind controlling jerk six feet under.

After everyone processed and calmed down they began to comfort Denki again. Talking about how they never trusted the purple-haired boy or talking about things they hated about him. Denki knew that most of what they were saying was lies. Hitoshi, or at least the Hitoshi he pretended to be, was nice and loved by Denki and his friend group. They were happy for the couple and thought that Shinso was perfect for Denki. Except for bakugou who had the most opinions about the lower hero, along with some insight.

“ I told you there was something sketchy about him and the timing.”

Katsuki’s words were meant for Eijiro but everyone heard and questioned what Katsuki meant.

“ Well a year after we graduated, the bastard started asking people from our class out. Starting with Deku and half and half, eventually, he asked me and at one point, he asked Eiji out. Everyone rejected him until . . . Denki”

There was a pause as the rest of the group processed what was just revealed. Katsuki then started to talk again

“ I told Eiji that I thought it was weird that he was asking out all the guys from our class out, I assumed that it was to use us to climb the board. Which I know now is true, but when I told Eiji he said that I should be more positive and not make assumptions. I agreed, because of how happy the bastard made Denki, but I regret it now, I should have said something sooner, or at least give him a nice strong kick to the groin. Sorry I didn’t warn you Denki”

The last part was softer then anything Katsuki had ever said to Denki before.

“It’s not your fault Katsuki, but thank you. And ill be fine, I have you guys.”

“ And we could just expose the bitch for what he did, it will definitely knock him down the hero board.”

Sero pitched in, revenge was his way of showing Denki that he cared

“ Sell the ring and use the money to hire a hitman on him”

Everyone nodded at Mina’s idea of revenge was a bit more illegal than Denki was comfortable with. But it made him laugh and that was good enough for her.

“ No, I don't want to do that. Even though he used me he is still a good hero. I just want to forget and move on. And I'm scared that my friend, who are also heroes are suggesting murder.”

Also I'm on the last few episodes of snow white with the red hair, and thought I know it doesn't happen I ship zen x obi x shirayuki. I am a obi simp as well

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I didn't write any of these i just enjoyed them and feel that they deserve more love. there all linked, but i also have the summary here if you don't want to open it with out knowing anything yet.

Stringless by CloversDreams

It was common knowledge that everyone was born with a thin, red string attached to their left wrist that only they and their soulmate could see. It didn’t have a physical form and if one tried to touch it, their fingers would simply pass right through it. They were a simple idea that people were found to have absolute faith in. That was how they’d become known as soul-strings. Everyone also knew that the soul-string would disappear once they met their soulmate since it would have fulfilled its purpose. There was a certain amount of romanticizing and anticipation surrounding the whole thing as everyone loved to daydream about what kind of person they hoped their soulmate was. Everyone except for Denki Kaminari. He’d never had a red string on his wrist for as far back as he could remember.

The Boy Next Door by CloversDreams

Denki looked from his mother to the unfamiliar woman that was standing next to her, who was also smiling. She had medium length black hair and her smile was very warm and welcoming. He ran over to his mother and giggled softly when she pat him on the head for coming so quickly after she called. Something moved out of the corner of his eye and he turned his head towards the stranger once more. He immediately spotted a child about his size hiding behind the new woman’s legs. He tilted his head at the single red eye that he could see peeking at him as well as the bit of black hair that matched the woman's.His mother motioned towards the dark-haired pair as she hummed, “These are the Kirishimas. They just moved into the house next door to ours and have a little boy the same age as you are. Isn’t that exciting?”

(I had no idea until just now that these were written by the same person, so here's there page in general cause they have even more great work)

CloversDreams

Impromptu Surveillance by BottledDeathcap

Every Saturday without fail, Shinsou would sneak off to god knows where and come back in a remarkably good mood. He’d have a spring in his step, soft smile on his face, and a faraway look in his eyes. As if he was thinking about someone special. Denki is determined to find out what or who his crush is doing.

Cold by LexOfTheRiver

Their relationship just didn’t feel the same. Kaminari felt...left out. For angst lovers out there, bakukirikami but denki feels like hes no longer included

Losing the distance (Orphan account)

kirikami long distance reuinion. nuff said. ( fluff ending) Alternate ending ( angst ending)

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Chapter 3 ( Ch 1&2 Here)

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Trigger warning: Cursing. threat (one, and its not serious) Implied sexual assault/rape.

I would like to make it very clear that there is no rape or sexual assault that happens (nor will there ever be) the trigger warning is there because in this chapter characters accuse each other of such act. Nothing graphic the words aren't even said, just hinted , but i would like to make it clear that nothing happens or did happen in this chapter/in-between chapter. Please be cations and don't read if you are uncomfortable with such topic or would become trigger from the hinting of such.

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Denki

I began to stir awake, not opening my eyes just yet, but my other senses are more awake. I can feel the weight of my stuffed animal in my arms, as I always do in the morning I go to squeeze and pull the comforting item towards me. Though the instant I squeeze the plush, it’s not … well plush. Whatever is in my arms it’s not my cozy companion, instead of the soft animal I expected, it felt more like a muscle-like substance, it was also warmer than what I normally slept with. It smelled better too, I wanted it to be closer to me, so I tried to pull it towards me.

“Oi, stop squeezing me.”

Bakugou. It was Bakugou. The thing replacing my stuffed animal is a person, not just a person, but the one and only Katsuki Bakugou. The guy who explodes at every minor inconvenience, especially at me, the boy who calls me rude names and yet makes my heart flutter, that boy is in my bed. Yeah, we’ve had sleepovers before but never the two of us alone, and we never cuddled. I would have never expected Bakugou to smell so good, but I’m also surprised I never noticed the sickeningly sweet smell before. I still haven’t opened my eyes but I can feel him turn, I don’t know which direction he is facing.

“Open your eyes, dumbass.”

My heartbeat becomes irregular as always, even if he took a stab at my intelligence. His morning voice didn’t help my heart in the slightest. I slowly open my eyes to see the ruby eyes of the angry boy in my bed. I watch as his eyes seem to sparkle for a split second when I open my eyes. I then see his face become pinker, he looks cute like that, well he always looks cute but it’s a nice change of pace. I expect him to say something so I keep my mouth shut in case to avoid any ridicule. I give him a minute, waiting for his mouth to open and for words to flow out, but it never happens.  All of a sudden the sweet smell becomes stronger along with my body feeling warmer, realizing Bakugou has pulled me into his chest. The sudden realization of how close we are makes me nervous laugh, the laugh most have come off wrong to Bakugou because as soon as it left my mouth, he pushed me away, and tsk as he always does, trying to pretend it doesn’t bother him. I became distracted by the sunlight on his beautiful light fluffy hair, as I normally do, I act without think. Raising my hand and brushing it through the soft-looking hair, confirming that it was not an illusion. I don’t realize the boundary I broke until I fill the head, that the hair is attached to, turn away, along with a hand on my wrist. I took that as a sign and removed my hand, as Bakugou got out of my bed, even with ]my blanket still on, the warmth followed him out and leaving me cold and alone. He began to walk towards the door, seemingly rushing to leave my room. He opened the door but before he closed it he stuck his head in and in a threatening voice said.

“Tell no one about this or last night, or you’ll be ash!” 

Which isn’t surprising. Bakugou didn’t seem like the type to be into physical contact or cuddling, let alone with me.

With Bakugou gone I think back to last night. Most of what I remember was falling asleep on Bakugou, which was a dream come true. I was then struck with the memory of my friends calling us brothers. It was a gross thought, I don’t understand these feelings, but I don’t think it would be appropriate for someone to feel them for a brother. I decide it’s time to get up. Trying to think of what outfit to wear to impress Bakugou, I think of multiple combinations in my brain wondering.

“Would Bakugou like this?”

 For each combination. I then remember that I shouldn’t dress for others and that the answer to my question is no,  no matter what combination of clothes I think of the answer will always be no. Stepping out of my brain I realize that what I was thinking was pointless because I’m in Bakugou’s room. How did I not realize sooner that this wasn’t my room sooner, it probably had to do with the comforting feeling it gives me . . . like nothing could ever bring me harm while I’m here, a feeling I’ve only ever felt in my room. I head for the door believing I waited enough time after Bakugou left, so no one will ask questions, or so I won’t run into Bakugou, cause it would cause my nerves to skyrocket along with making my blood rush to my cheeks making it obvious how I feel about the other blonde. I reach for the handle, but before I’m even able to touch it I hear Bakugou.

“Because you and me are both bastards and he is one of the closest things to an angel I have met. And he deserves so much more than people like you.”

I’m a little jealous of whoever he’s talking about, then the second voice chimes in, the deep soothing voice is easy to recognize, it’s Shinso.

“Well I like him and I thin- know that I could treat him the way he deserves. And I’m going to try hard to show him as such. And Bakugou or bakubro isn’t going to stop me from pursuing a relationship with Kaminari.”

Kaminari, but I’m a Kaminari, I don’t have any relatives that he knows. Oh god, it’s me. I mean good for me to be able to make a tall glass of water like Shinso to fall for me. But I don’t like Shinso, I don’t think but I also can’t pass up an opportunity to be loved, especially by someone as amazing as Shinso. Maybe I could make myself fall for him, it can’t be that hard. I then hear Bakugou call him a villain and then heavy footsteps, that I assume are Bakugou’s.

Suddenly there’s a knock at the door I’m currently leaning on I jump back, silently, to avoid being caught eavesdropping. Then the calming voice of the purple boy echoes through the room.

“Kaminari, want to join me for breakfast?”

I gather myself and then yell out a response.

“Yeah, give me a sec!”

I didn’t actually; need any extra time, I just didn’t want to seem too ready, or something. After waiting a few seconds I opened the door.  Shinso had a small smile on his face, I would like to assume it’s because of me, which makes me happy. I greet him with a simple, hey and we begin to walk toward the elevator. I want to comfort him and tell him that he’s not a villain but then he would know that I was listening and know that his crush is no longer a secret.

I’m taken away from my thoughts when Shinso starts telling jokes, which is a luxury few get to have. It makes me happy to think that not only am I one of the few he likes to joke with but also that he romantically likes me, which isn’t something I ever expected someone to feel towards me. My happy mood was pushed down a few pegs when Shinso tried to nudge me with his elbow as part of one of the jokes he was telling. I flinched back, and though some people may assume the worse, that’s not what it was. I’m not as comfortable with touch as people assume, well at least not all the time. Most days I feel uncomfortable being touched, 4 out of 7 would be the statistic, if I had to give one. There was also the fact that I now know that Shinso likes me, and it made me a little unsure of the type of touches he gives me, all of which are small and never broke boundaries for me, but now I know that he may feel differently about such touches. The biggest reason was I was still hanging on to the feeling of Bakugou’s touches, I wasn’t awake for most of the cuddling and I was disappointed he left so soon, and I wasn’t ready to let go of the warm feeling, no matter how small it was, and something in my ditzy blonde brain told me that if I was touched by anyone else that feeling would leave, and even worse never come back.

“Why did you flinch?”

Shinso’s tone made me feel like I did something wrong. Like I was a criminal and he was the interrogator.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about.”

I don’t want to explain anything to him, so I gave him that half-assed answer. Shinso came to a full stop and I did the same, what he was going to say seemed to be serious enough to stop in the middle of the hallway.

“Does it have something to do with Bakugou? I know he threatened you but you should know that your friends, including me, wouldn’t stand by if Bakugou or anyone did something to you, so don’t, be afraid.”

I wasn’t sure what he was implying, but it sounded more serious than what I was thinking about. At the reminder of spending the night snuggled up to Bakugou, I began to blush. After a while of not answering, I realized that it’s more suspicious if I don’t answer so I start to frantically deny Shinso’s accusing tone and questions.

“No it doesn’t have anything bad to do with Bakugou, we just cuddled, I just get uncomfortable being touched on some days, and it’s just one of those days. Sorry though.”

I didn’t want to lie and say it had nothing to do with Bakugou so I tried to just insist it wasn’t bad, but then I let the cuddles slip.

“Ok, I’ll believe you but what I said still applies.”

He looked me in the eyes, this was something very serious to him, so I nodded. He looked away and started walking again, I followed suit. His tone changed again, he sounded shyer and yet irritated.

“So you and Bakugou cuddle a lot. You must enjoy them.”

I had a hard time trying to figure out if those were questions or not.

“No, last night was the first time I cuddled, with him that is, I’ll have you know I am no cuddling virgin, I consider myself quite experienced actually, just not with Bakugou.”

I used humor to hide how embarrassed I was about cuddling with Bakugou. When I finished talking Shinso made a surprised sound.

“Why are you surprised?”

I asked, I mean I was curious about what made him make such a sound.

“Well, boom boom boy told me that you two cuddle all the time and that you love it. I should have guessed it was a lie.”

We reached the elevator and we stood waiting for it to stop at our floor. I couldn’t think of a reply, partly because I was too busy pondering why Bakugou would tell Shinso such a lie. By the time we got on the elevator and down to the first floor and the kitchen, I still hadn’t found a reason behind his lie. 

“This is amazing bakubro!”

I heard Sero use the new nickname they gave Bakugou last night. It made me cringe at why he was gifted that nickname, but it also gave me the reason for the lie he told Shinso. He was protecting me from a possible love interest because in this story he resembles the protective older brother. At that moment I decided that I would play out my role as the younger sibling and fall for one of the last people he would want me to, Hitoshi Shinso.

Bakugou

“Tell no one about this or last night, or you’ll be ash.”

I yell into my room, aimed towards Denki. I then close the door and lean against said door allowing me to finally relax. Then I realized that my zombie of a neighbor was leaning against his door, facing my direction. His presents were annoying enough but I’m hoping he’ll walk away and leave me in silence. Of fucking course he wouldn’t though.

“What the fuck did you do?”

His voice was dripping with venom. It was disgusting, both his voice and the fact that he was implying that I did something worth such a tone and question.

“None of your fucking business, but I know it’s not what you keep trying to accuse me of.”

I think the answer was enough to get him off my back, but he’s too stupid to realize it.

“That’s not enough to convince me. So I’ll rephrase my question. Did you touch Kaminari?” I knew he assumed I did something bad, and I know he thinks I’m a bad person but I didn’t think he would think I was that low of a scum.

“Of fucking course not, I know you think lowly of me but that’s just bullshit.”

“And why should I trust your word, you know I heard you threaten Kaminari to keep his mouth shut. That sounds like something a r--”

“YOU SHUT THAT FILTHY MOUTH OF YOURS!!”

I couldn’t control my anger knowing full well what he would try to call me.

“I’m not stupid Bakugou, unlike the rest of your friends I know that your feelings towards Kaminari are less innocent than acting like his brother. I know that you like him, and I also know that you don’t deserve him. You know that too, which leads me to believe that you would use your status as a friend along with your strength and quirk to control him.”

He made it sound like I wanted to use Denki for his body in some way, sure I don’t want to be just a friend, and definitely not his brother. I wanted to build a real relationship with him, not whatever this purple pervert was thinking.

“That’s rich coming from the bastard with a mind control quirk. You could have him do anything you want without a fight, but here you are trying to accuse me. I know I don’t deserve him, but I would never steep as low to become a monster. Also, you don’t deserve Denki any more than I do, so don’t fucking think about it.”

“And why is that, and why is it that you decide who is worthy enough to be with him?”

“Because you and me are both bastards and he is one of the closest things to an angel I have met. And he deserves so much more than people like you.”

“Well I like him and I thin- know that I could treat him the way he deserves. And I’m going to try hard to show him as such. And Bakugou or bakubro isn’t going to stop me from pursuing a relationship with Kaminari.”

I was done with this conversation before it even started, but hearing him call me that dumb-ass nickname, I know he’s just trying to piss me off, and it’s working. I want this conversation to end.

“And you’ll fail because you're nothing more than a villain.”

I stomp off to the elevator. I know that the villain card was a little harsh but he tried to accuse me of something so heinous I want to throw up thinking about it, so he rightfully deserves it. I can understand where the purple freak is coming from though, if he was carrying a sleeping Denki to his room, I would have knocked him out faster than Denki can produce electricity. I understand the concern. I just didn’t think he would try and call me such a word. I try to block everything the bedhead is connected to for the rest of the day, which will include Denki, but it is better this way. I’ve known for a while that I should separate myself from Denki, I don’t want to taint him, but it’s harder than I thought, and it's not my fault the boy is just so damn persistent.