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deadhands69 · 2 days ago

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Electric Feel

Denki Kaminari x Reader pure fluff

You used to hate being shocked. Socks on carpet. Static building under blankets, snapping against your skin. It’s too much. At least, it used to be.

A lot has changed in the past few months.

The first time you were assigned to work with Denki Kaminari was a one off. Someone called in sick and you were the closest available substitution your agency had at the time. Given that it was supposed to be your day off, you weren’t thrilled to be coming in, but such is the life of a hero.

The moment you actually met Chargebolt, all feelings of resentment washed away. You’d never been around anyone quite like him before. His big smile, how you felt like you could talk to him about anything within five minutes of meeting him. It felt like you’d known each other forever.

Your patrols were packed full of incidents, but the day flew by easily with him. A sludge villain nearly engulfed you as you unsuspectingly ran around a corner. Denki jumped in, immediately subduing it. You can’t say it was the most comfortable experience being that close to his quirk. Electricity filled the air, popping against your skin and lingering in your clothes. Since you had to work in such close proximity, you caught more of it than you’d prefer.

But, you also got to be close to him. Overall, it could have been worse.

When you got home that night, you stayed up for hours – still giddy with excitement. You couldn’t stop thinking about Denki. His dumb jokes. The way he tried so hard to flirt with you. How his arm felt brushing over the skin of yours. His touch that made the tiny hairs on your arms stand straight up.

Weeks passed but you still couldn’t get him out of your mind. Fortunately, fate brought the two of you together again. Well, something like fate.

Your agencies were contracted to work together on a case, pairing heroes up in shifts. He requested to work with you.

Over the next two weeks of bringing down a human trafficking ring, the two of you became quite close. It started with a shift every few days and slowly morphed into meeting at a coffee shop before work. Grabbing dinner after, because why not? By the time you were both switched to working on the case daily, you were spending nearly every waking moment together.

It felt right, being around him is just nice. Like even the longest days were manageable as long as you had each other. Even the times when you were on the receiving end of his quirk by accident were starting to feel okay. Everything about him was like a ray of sunshine.

On the final night, the two of you apprehended the main suspect then went to the small case-closed celebration your agencies were throwing after. After weeks of goofy flirting, Denki grew quiet. You knew something was up when he missed multiple opportunities for obvious jokes. So, you confronted him the first chance you were alone.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t want this to end,” he said with more bashfulness than you thought possible of him, “not the trafficking ring. Or working 16 hour days for a week straight. This,” he gestured between the two of you.

“It doesn’t have to,” you smiled.

And it didn’t. The two of you have had dinner together almost every night since then and now call them what they are: dates. Your agencies even saw how well you work together and found more reasons to pair you up.

You used to hate being shocked, but now you kind of look forward to it.

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l00kingatthem00n · 1 day ago

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PLEASE DO A FLUFF X READER WITH 1x4 OR SHEDLETSKY OR HATRED FROM BLOCKTALES

━━ WRONG MOVE, AND YOU'RE DEAD!

WARNING: canon-typical violence - she/he/they pronouns are used to refer to 1x1x1x1.

This match has been nothing but miserable, with body after body dropping. As the sole survivor, you're left to fend off against 1x1x1x1 and their creations made from their emotions. While she seems intent on killing you, his underlings seem to want otherwise.

THE REJUVENATION OF ROTTED BODIES. What’s dead is now alive once more. Corpses regain consciousness, a sound that fills the cheap hotel with fragmented bones forcefully cracked into their place and slit skin sutured shoddily. Then, what follows is a sort of hissing sound, like that of a snake about to sink its fangs into its prey. The sharp winds from cast swords rip throughout the decrepit hallways. You grit your teeth. You squeeze your eyes shut. You unintentionally tighten the bandage wrappings around your arm’s swelling wound, anticipating the pristine blades to pierce your flesh. But, it’s not meant for you; not yet, anyway.

Still, you’re startled. With your heart erratically beating against your ribs, especially as a scream eventually resounds through the desolate hallways. There goes Shedletsky. Now, you’re all by your lonesome. A sigh of compliance leaves you; an acceptance of your fate. What supplies the medkit offered is barely enough to salvage your sorry state. Be it yours or the others, you don’t know whose blood you’re caked in. You can’t exactly make out what you’re seeing either, vision obscured and losing its colour. You’re not sure how you’ll manage to pull through, and so you’re certain that you’re just not going to make it all through this final minute. At least a certain somebody will be pleased by the end of all this.

You’re sure the 1x1x1x1 you’ve envisioned in your mind is perfectly tailored to what you’ll see when you meet him again. A smug smirk crossed their typically zipped lips, with arms crossed and chin tilted upwards in triumph. She’ll probably go on and on about how you can not beat an entity composed of pure malice, but your attempts were at the most “intriguing” and “amusing” to watch. For as much as they love you, not even you are exempt from their venomous tongue. Again, you sigh and firmly secure the bandages against your arm despite the blots spotting your sight. It would be nice to just accept your miserable death, but the Spectre loves a show, doesn’t it?

Begrudgingly, you pull yourself from the corridors. Despite how nice it is that the Spectre lets you see where 1x1x1x1 is when you’re the sole survivor, you’ve missed the chance to see them at all, seeing as you’ve finally finished tending to your wounds. Whatever. It’s fine. Considering how you’re not rushing around the map to survive, you don’t think she saw you either. You trudge through an old bedroom, footsteps muted along the carpeted floor. It’d be best to get to that ball pit. That little staircase is enough elevation to have you some leverage over them when they do all that necromantic sorcery.

You shamble through into another room. That strange junction between the grim halls, the play area, along with this bedroom. The fluorescent light hums softly throughout the room. A dark green glow cast upon your surroundings. You squint, trying to discern whatever familiar furniture you can make through the blur of your vision. Though you’re not given much time to entertain what’s in your surroundings, there are footsteps other than your approach and you’re not allowed to react accordingly– Damn your injuries.

Something cold, clammy and corpse-like grabs you by the shoulder. It’s not 1x1x1x1. But, it’s certainly one of her undead underlings. Its grip is iron-clad, keeping you where you are, and you’re too paralyzed with fear to even try moving away yourself. You swallow thickly and only expect the worst to come. Maybe you’ll have your limbs broken, a dislocated elbow or knee. Maybe you’ll be bashed into the wall, spun and slammed so hard you’ll risk another concussion. Or maybe you’ll be pushed into the ground, your body unable to sustain the weight of the living dead. However, those possibilities aren’t exactly brought to fruition. Rather, you’re met with something strange, to say the least.

The underling regards you with an indiscernible expression, which is impressive considering their lack of expression in general. Suddenly, with a softness you didn't even think it was capable of, spins you around and it just, hugs you. The gesture itself is not unpleasant. It’s just maybe a little awkward when you think this could be Shedletsky’s dead body embracing you so firmly. Regardless, you don’t dare to move. With taut muscles, you stand there as the undead holds onto you. And eventually, it rests its heavy cheek upon your shoulder. You blink; once, then twice.

What do you even do about this?

Despite the mass of corpses littered throughout the hotel that should be intent on killing you, there’s a tenderness in the way this resurrected being of malice handles you. By now, you’re admittedly expecting a behavioural change, to be met with violence once more. Though, now that you’re thinking about it, if these reanimations are extensions of 1x1x1x1, whether that be his character and consciousness. Then, it is so charmingly unfortunate that their own creations are practically spilling their affections for you. You’re finally about to reciprocate the underling's embrace. Your hands move to drape across its shoulders. Before you know it, however, her voice chimes throughout the otherwise quiet room.

“What is the meaning of all of this?”

A loud pop follows the snappy movement toward where his voice comes from. Their form lingers near the doorframe. The dark green light cascaded from the fluorescent fixtures, casting a heavy shadow against 1x1x1x1’s hunched posture. Their chained, bonded hands drag the weight of the daemon shank behind them. While their eyes, a blank white sclera in contrast with the piercing red star that takes up where the other socket would be, they practically pierce through you. This would be absolutely horrifying if you weren’t already so accustomed to it. Even with the ferocity that underlies her expression, you can discern the ever so slight crinkles of her eyes, the imperceptible smile, the fond exasperation.

“Nothing. Just some bonding, that’s all.” You teasingly drawl, finally reciprocating the affections of the underling.

With this, 1x1x1x1 seems to scowl. Not at you, not yet. But, at the minion you’re embracing, something that they’ve willed into existence. An elated smile curls across your lips. You can’t help but laugh at the evident displeasure on her expression, along with the obviousness of the creature you’ve become sweet on.

“With something as lowly as that? You know so much better.”

“Well,” You hum. “It’s a lot more receptive than you are.”

1x1x1x1 rolls his eyes; your smile only widens.

“I assure you I’m ultimately much better than that shambling thing.”

“It’s an extension of you, honey. Be as nice as you can be.”

In what you can only assume is half-hearted displeasure, they click their tongue at you. Your bottom lip juts forward in a pout, batting your eyelashes at her. You loosen your hold on the content minion. It wanders around with the sound of its footsteps muted on the carpeted floor. You take a step towards 1x1x1x1. Your hands clasped as you lean forward and close some of the distance between the two of you.

“Well, either way, you know your little minion seems fond of me? Which is funny considering they’re part of you.”

He raises a brow at you. You chuckle softly about to compromise the slightest chance of you winning this.

“I didn’t know you liked me this much, 1x.”

Their rage comes slowly. You can see the embarrassment, but mainly the displeasure that crosses her features. A frown across his zipped lips, squinted eyes, and narrowed brows. Then, all of a sudden, you feel a bursting pain piercing through your lower abdomen. Only to worsen when you feel nausea overcome you, somehow worsening your already awful sight.

“QUIET,” 1x1x1x1 exclaims, snapping their head away from you.

You glance down and you see what the issue is. To your unsurprise, 1x1x1x1 has ensured her victory this round. Of course, by thrusting the daemon shank forward and stabbing you in the gut. All that leaves you is a teasing hum. Then, your knees buckle once the blade is withdrawn. You may be feeling an overwhelming sensation upon the wound. Nevertheless, you know that once the Spectre resurrects you, you’re going to love seeing her again. Well, it’s not worth it to delay the inevitable. You close your eyes; everything goes dark, and you die.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 1x1x1x1 the thing that you are. /pos i love bro but characterizing was such a heruclean labour. and also. HAS . ANYONE EVER CONSIDERED GIVING 1X LIKE, A "NORMAL-SOUNDING" NAME.

i love bro but i feel so ridiculous writing out 1x1x1x1 😭 and like. 1X IS FINE TOO. WHATEVER I GUESS 🙄 but is there a fanon like "normal" name for her like. Micheal. Or Stacy. /j

anyway, hope you're all doing well! i've been doing better ever since some personal stuff got figured out. make sure to take care everyone :D!

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