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Migraines - Aizawa X Reader blurb

Hello again! You all voted in the poll for this, so I deliver. Just domestic life fluff, the slightest most barely mention of sex and even then it's like nothing even if you squint, GN!reader.

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Work was rough, training was rough, the entire day has been rough. 

The dark haired man had woken up with a minor headache that had gotten progressively worse throughout the day. It didn't help that seemingly everyone in his life was loud and reckless and had a penchant for annoying him with whatever easily solvable issues they currently had! 

Well… except one person… but they were currently at work and not wrapped up in bed with him while he did his best to ignore any and all sounds.

Aizawa let out a low groan and wrapped his blanket around himself tighter, as if that would help with the banging and pulsing that was happening inside of his head. The aspirin he had taken earlier was doing nothing to help.

The man didn't know how much time had passed from him getting home to now, all he was really aware of was the blistering, thundering pain in his head. But when he vaguely heard the front door open and a light voice saying hello to the cat, he was sure it had been at least an hour.

"Sho?" Your sweet voice called out, "I'm home! I also picked up some dinner, you didn't respond to my text so I assumed we weren't going to cook anything tonight." Had you texted him? He hadn't looked at his phone, the bright screen made his head worse. 

The smell of dumplings and miso soup wafted through the air as you made your way through the apartment, his stomach curled at the smell. 

"Shota..?" You slowly opened the bedroom door, then quickly shut it when you saw your husband, "What's wrong, love? Are you okay?" Aizawa was grateful that you spoke in hushed whispers.

Instead of responding, the man just groaned and vaguely gestured to his head. His partner seemed to get the hint, though. 

Smiling, they walked over and sat the food on the bedside table before seating themselves at the edge of the bed, placing a comforting hand on the man's forehead. "Have you taken anything?"

Aizawa nodded, leaning into their cool touch, "S'not doing much." He muttered out, grabbing your arm and tugging you into bed with him. 

"Sho!" You yelped out, before quickly throwing a hand over your mouth and giving the man an apologetic look, "Shota. I have to put the food away, change out of my day clothes, clean up a bit—"

The man cut you off by placing a thumb over your lips, his hand enveloping the right side of your face, before pulling you in for a kiss. Slow, full of want. Aizawa was more than ready to give in, wanting anything to take his mind off of his migraine, craving you as the perfect medicine. 

One hand slid from your face to the back of your neck as the other traced your hip, stopping only to squeeze the plush spots. Though the motion slightly hurt his head, he rolled you two over so that his form was braced on top of yours. 

Lost in the moment, your hands trailed up his chest and then into his hair. Silky waves curled between your fingers, and when Aizawa moved from your mouth to your neck, you gasped and gave a slight tug. 

Which made the man groan in pain. 

Which made you stop and realize just how you ended up beneath him in the first place. 

"Sho, you need rest." You put your hands on the side of his face and made him look at you. 

Again, he just let out something between a groan and a sigh and all but collapsed on top of you, his muscular frame encasing yours, once again burying his face in your neck as you rubbed his back.

Before you could interrupt his attempt at falling asleep with the reminder of your dinner that was currently on the bedside table, he spoke.

"Don't worry about it. I can practically hear you thinking." You chuckled and kissed his forehead.

"Fine. Just try to sleep." 

"Way ahead of you." He pulled the blanket up around the both of you, his head already feeling better than before.

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God of War: Ragnarök - Goddess of Dreams

This is a request from my friend @stellarswagsuave! They asked me to write something small, but I really enjoyed this so I may turn it into a small series!

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You're the goddess of dreams and of the night, daughter of Freya and Odin, younger sister of Baldur (and of Thor, but he hardly acknowledges you as such, which is perfectly fine by you). Your name is Njörun Odinsdottir (pronounced "Nyo-roon").

You were young, when your mother left your father and when he put you in a near unbreakable sleep to get back at her. 

You were cast into the familiar realm of dreams, your own domain. Once, it was lovely, beautiful, and comforting. But it became your prison, and your own personal Hel, you were trapped in an endless nightmare. Everyday it was something new, something devastating, something horrible. 

You still saw dreams, but you were almost… disconnected from them. As if you were watching behind a window of sorts. 

You were found by an aged god and his son, surely because of the familiar face of Mimir that was now only a head tied around the older gods waist. When they woke you, you had thought it was still a nightmare. 

The dismembered head has that effect. Especially when the man holding said dismembered head was an unwelcoming, unfamiliar god.

It got worse when you saw snow on the ground. That could only mean one thing, Ragnarök was coming, your older brother was dead. 

You couldn't help yourself when you blindly attacked the younger one, Atreus. Your pain and confusion blinded you, and because you hadn't had access to your magic in so long, it was able to take control of you and your movements.

But because you were so out of practice, Kratos and Atreus were able to disarm you easily. Even with the rage of night stealing their vision and hitting their chests. 

Atreus had held you back as Mimir spoke.

"Lass, you're safe now… this isn't a trick." "How do I believe that… After everything, tell me. How, Mimir, you're the wisest man in all the realms, tell me how I believe you." "You get up, dust yourself off, and do your best."

That was that. 

The older god, Kratos, was quiet. He didn't say much, just occasionally grunted. You appreciated that, most gods were loud and egotistical. 

Mimir had convinced him to let you tag along, seeing as you would rather die than face your father in Asgard again, your brother was dead, and you had no idea where your mother even was. Odin had put you to sleep before you were able to locate her after she left.

Atreus wanted to know everything about you as soon as possible, he had never met another god his age. Let alone another god that didn't want to hurt them, as he said.

"Who are you? Why would Odin imprison you? How do you know Mimir?" "Atreus, let her breath lad. She just woke up from a very long nap." "It's okay, Mimir. My name is Njörun Odinsdottir. Odin imprisoned me as an act of malice and revenge against my mother, and Mimir was still in service of Odin before I went to sleep."

"You are a daughter of Odin?" "Yes, she is, but brother I can vouch when I say this young lass is not nearly as wicked as that blundering bastard." "Hm."

Those were some of the first words you'd heard Kratos say and, truthfully, they made you nervous. You'd seen his nightmares, you knew of his past, and though you didn't doubt he had definitely changed— you also knew it was never a good idea to piss off a god. 

But, after sometime, you'd like to believe you grew on them. 

And during that time you had seen more of their dreams and realized that they often dreamt of the same woman. Red hair, tall, loyal, but most of all, she was kind. She was loving. 

When you had finally gathered the nerve to ask about her, they were both quiet. You thought for sure you had crossed a line, but then Kratos spoke.

"You both dream of a woman… Who is she?" "...My wife, Faye, Atreus' mother." 

He didn't say anymore and you certainly weren't going to push your luck, but then Atreus spoke up.

"She was amazing. Father and I spread her ashes on the highest peak in all the realms about two and a half years ago." "The highest peak… You travelled to Jötunheim?" "It's what she wanted."

You decided to, again, not push your luck and leave that conversation there. It wasn't your place to question and push. 

Then, one fateful day, as the three of you were returning back to Kratos and Atreus' home from a hunt, you were attacked. 

By Freya.

Coming face to face with your mother, who looked so… different. So angry. It shook you to your core. 

Yes, she had left. Yes, she didn't take you with her and left you at Odin's hard-won mercy. But she'd never, ever been so… broken.

You knew Baldur was dead and Mimir had told you the story of how he had died. It didn't ease the pain, but it helped you deal with it. Looking at your mother, you had a feeling she fell down the emotional rabbit hole of anger and sorrow.

Freya faltered when she saw you, her sword falling into the snow as you stepped closer, Atreus and Kratos keeping their guard up behind you.

"Mother?" "...Njörun? My girl you have… you've returned to me at last." 

You embraced, knowing that you both needed it.

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whats it like being hot and funny AND talented ?

devastating. they're after me and keep following me to the countries i flee too.

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why are u such a cute patootie

because of my many ailments and diseases i think !

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MHA imagines - Love Languages

Aizawa, Shinso, Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki - Mha imagines - Their Love Languages - gn reader - sfw - straight fluff

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Aizawa: Quality Time

Shota Aizawa values his alone time away from his day job, so if you have the good fortune of becoming important to him outside of said day job, he'll value his time with you just as much. 

He'd ask you to move in with him the second you start getting serious, not wanting to "waste time with puppy love nonsense", as he put it. The man was almost 40 years old and didn't really love the idea of not being able to wake up with you every morning. 

You two would fall into an easy rhythm, going about your days as if you'd been with each other forever. Waking up and getting ready for your own separate days together would become a constant that Aizawa realizes he can't live without.

At the end of the day, when you two were unwinding and relaxing for the night, Aizawa would come to learn that he didn't really care what the two of you were doing, so long as you were with each other. 

The best example of that mindset would be your nighttime routine, which had at least twelve steps when the tired man only had one. So he'd sit in the bathroom with you while you washed your face and brushed your teeth, he'd lounge in the bed while you changed and rubbed lotion into your skin, he'd wrap an arm around your midsection and pull you close while you did a bit of reading before going to sleep. 

The two of you might feel the need to talk, but existing with each other in silence was also okay. For Aizawa, it wasn't about a constant need to fill the silence or to constantly have a hand around your waist, it was simply about being comfortable floating in one another's orbits.

Shinso: Physical Touch

Hitoshi Shinso was touch starved. Simple as that, really. He hadn't grown up in a family that so proudly displayed their love for one another the way yours did. 

He was a bit insecure and hesitant when you first started dating, his heart would start going 100 miles a minute at the simple act of holding your hand on the walk to school. But once he got comfortable, well, good luck getting away from him (not that you'd ever want too). 

Clingy. This boy is clingy. 

He's not even ashamed of it either and will always be touching you in some way when you're together, as if he'd die if he wasn't. 

If you're walking then he'll want to hold your hand and if your hands are full for whatever reason he'll drape an arm around your shoulder and if he isn't able to do that then he'll casually slip his hand into your back pocket.

When you're cuddling he'll be wrapped around you like a monkey, legs intertwined with yours, arms wrapped tightly around you, hands wherever he can get away with having them. 

You don't mind, though. It was nice being with someone who wasn't scared to show that he loved you, even if you were a bit insecure at how sweaty your palms would get when he held them for too long. 

Bakugou: Acts of Service

Katsuki Bakugou is the embodiment of the saying, "Actions speak louder than words". 

He's not the best at saying how he actually feels, he is good at showing off how much better he is than everyone else, though. 

Which is exactly the course of action he takes; instead of tripping over his words, he decides to make you see he's the best boyfriend possible.

You find out quickly that, so long as you're dating him, you'll probably never carry your own bag or open any door for yourself again. 

You also quickly realize that there's no use trying to cook your own meals or clean your own dishes, because Bakugou will quickly glare and shoo you away from whatever task you might be doing and do it for you, all whilst rambling about how you don't have to do anything but "sit your ass down and look pretty". 

It is nice, though, knowing that you'll never have to run errands or do chores alone when you're with him. 

On the contrary, you have had to sit the boy down and tell him that, yes, you are able to clean your own room or open your own car door sometimes. 

He tries not to seem upset, but the boy can't help but feel a bit grumpy when you don't let him help you with something. He wants to feel needed, dammit!

Thankfully you know that kissing his cheek and asking him to refill your water bottle will distract him from any sort of annoyed mood. 

Midoriya: Words of Affirmation

Unlike Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya has never once had a problem saying how he feels. Especially if he cares about someone.

And the boy makes sure you know that he cares an awful lot about you.

It's just constant reassurance, non-stop compliments, ideas about how you could improve (not that he doesn't already think you're perfect!), he just loves to sprinkle compliments in whenever he can.

"You look gorgeous today, by the way!" "Izuku, it's the school uniform. I wear this everyday." "I know, you still look beautiful though!" 

And God help you if you return the favor. His face will get so red it looks like he's about to pass out, he'll stutter through whatever he was or was about to say, and he wont be able to make eye contact without his heart racing. 

Will often tell you that your eyes are his favorite color

Will blush and tear up if you tell him the same thing

Overall, the most supportive boyfriend someone could ask for!

Todoroki: Giving Gifts

Shoto Todoroki is emotionally stunted with access to his fathers bank account, you do the math here. 

If you even mention thinking something is cute, he'll rush to buy it before you can argue with him. 

This boy would rather die than let you pay for anything ever. Dates? He's got it. You want to get your nails done? Take his card and let him pick the color. You need a new sweatshirt? Well he's already bought you an entirely new wardrobe. 

This boy asked you out with brand new pure silver bracelet set— that you wear every single day— and the biggest bouquet of roses you'd ever seen. 

Safe to say, he had cash to burn and he was more than willing to set it all ablaze for you. 

It helped that it was also a slight "fuck you" to Endeavor as well.

At one point you had to physically snatch the credit card out of his hand and drag him away from a jewelry store after you offhandedly mentioned that you found the (extremely) expensive emerald necklace pretty. 

He bought you said necklace for your one year anniversary a month later. 

"Shoto… this is too much… it must've cost a small fortune!" "Nothing is too much when it comes to you."

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Ava Ayala I miss you . Come home