#♡ – my mother’s love is choking me (headcanon)

[marsbutterfly]

I for one am delighted to see someone opening up AOT requests! I feel like I haven't seen anyone do so for a very long time.

I'd love any kind of short one-shot about Reiner with an s/o who doesn't want kids, like maybe y/n confessing to not wanting children and him actually being cool with it?

I get a little bummed out when so many Reiner things talk about him wanting children more than anything. Like, obviously fics and headcanons about him wanting kids are fine, but I don't think I've seen anyone (with exactly one exception) talk about him being content just to love and be loved by an s/o. One person even told me point blank that Reiner wouldn't be happy in a relationship with me if I don't want kids. Sheesh.

Yeah, We've All Heard That Before

Summary: One simple question from your future mother-in-law first thing in the morning is enough to derail your entire plans for breakfast.

a/n: hey zeki! it's been a while! thank you for sending in your request and for answering my questions. I hope I did it justice in some way ♡

warnings: just fluff, fem!reader, kissing, mentions of pregnancy, slight jeanpiku if you squint, reader doesn't want kids, mentions of anxiety, not beta read (we die like men ♡)

wc: 2.7k | wattpad! | ao3!

“Apparently, Pieck is pregnant,” Reiner says as he flips the pages of his newspaper. The rain pouring outside sets the perfect atmosphere for a cozy morning: no meetings, no angry phone calls, and especially no being apart from him. His voice is a bit raspy, telling you that he is struggling to stay awake but his efforts don’t go unnoticed.

“I will bet you $50 right now that it’s Kirstein’s,” you respond in the same tone of voice, a small hint of playfulness hiding behind the seriousness of your features. Even though you are facing the counter, focusing as you prepare your morning coffee, you can still hear Reiner choking slightly on his tea, a laughter muffled by the sounds of his coughing and you can’t help but smile to yourself.

“Alright, I’ll take that bet,” he says after taking a couple of minutes to compose himself, enough time for you to start making some pancakes for breakfast. As soon as you hear his voice, you turn around to face him, your hand firmly gripping the handle of the pan, “I think it belongs to the boy who works down at the docks. He is always bringing her flowers when we come back from our trips and I’ve seen her sneak a couple of glances in his direction.”

You can’t help but laugh, “I don’t think she even remembers his name, but you got yourself a deal. Easiest $50 I have ever made.”

It’s Reiner’s turn to laugh, a delightful sound you grew more and more used to hearing now that the two of you were living together. Life after the rumbling wasn’t easy. While he found himself being an ambassador and dealing with business regarding the isle, you were quite happy making a life for the two of you back in what used to be Liberio. Though you had been spending most of your time alone, the moments you had the chance to be with Reiner truly were magical.

A comforting silence fills the kitchen, the only sounds you can hear are casual sippings coming from the table and the hissing of the pancake mix against the pan. For years, all you have ever wanted was to spend peaceful days such as these with the man you love. It has taken a while and the near destruction of all life on Earth, but you can finally relax and make him some breakfast.

You flip the pancakes a couple more times to make sure that they are perfectly golden on both sides before placing them on top of the stack, a bottle of syrup next to the plate. You readjust the stack slightly before turning around and taking a couple of steps forward, placing the plate in front of Reiner and for a second you could have sworn that you heard his stomach growling.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, a massive and gentle smile stamped on his face and you nod, making your way back to the stove to prepare some sort of breakfast meat. Though you fully expect him to start digging in, you can hear the chair moving backward and his heavy footsteps making their way toward you. 

A quiet giggle escapes from your chest once his hands find their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. His breath on the back of your neck causes a few goosebumps to rise and you lean your head backward against him, “that tickles.”

The two of you stay in silence like that for what feels like forever and like not nearly enough time. His breathing is steady against your skin as he takes in the comforting scent of your favorite body wash. You can tell there is something on his mind that he is struggling to find the words to express, so you just wait patiently until he is ready.

Finally, he takes a deep breath and says what he’s been meaning to.

“My mother asked me the other day if we ever plan on having kids of our own,” he says quietly but, in that moment, you feel like he screamed the words at the top of his lungs. Your body goes stiff against his touch before a few trembles erupt, some of them nearly strong enough to cause you to drop the pan in your hand. Of course, this sudden shift doesn’t go unnoticed by him and he immediately tightens his grip around you, “Are you ok? Do you feel sick? Here, maybe you should sit down for a while.”

"What did you say?" You try to pretend the comment hasn't impacted you as much as it did, but the faltering in your voice is clear evidence that something is wrong. Your vision clouds slightly and you can barely make out his figure standing not too far from you.

The truth is that, even before you and Reiner got together, before you even met him, you had decided that you had no interest in having kids. Sure, the thought did cross your mind once the two of you started dating, but ultimately you decided that this life was not for you. The topic never quite came up so you didn’t have a reason to tell Reiner about it.

So now that the moment has come, now that it is time to have this conversation, you can’t help but panic. You have had this discussion in your mind a thousand times, overanalyzed every possible scenario, every little reaction he might have, and even planned out spots where the two of you could talk. But the kitchen first thing in the morning was not on your list.

His grip on your waist is firm as he guides you towards the dining table at the edge of the kitchen, your legs trembling slightly as you take several unsure steps. At this point, you aren’t even sure anymore if your body is the one doing the walking or if Reiner is just carrying you toward the seat.

There is a panic in his eyes that you haven’t seen in years and it makes your heart ache, “let me at least get you some water.” As he pulls away, your desperate hands grab hold of the edge of his shirt, your eyes fixated on the floor as he stands in place, unsure whether to turn around to face you or to continue moving towards the fridge.

“Stay,” you whisper and he nods. Silence once again fills the room, like the world might end if you even open your mouth to say a single word. Your heart beats a thousand miles per hour, 

He takes a seat next to you at the table, one hand touching your thigh while the other holds your own, his thumb brushing above your knuckles in a feather-like touch. His sheer presence is enough to soothe most of your worries, your anxiety melting away. Until he begins speaking again, that is.

“Please, tell me what is wrong,” he begs. The desperation in his eyes is genuine and you can see that he means well. The sound of his voice is so gentle, you could nearly mistake it for a lullaby. When your eyes remain on the ground and no words leave your mouth, he continues to plead, “I want… I… You can trust me. I love you so dearly. Have… Have I done something wrong?”

You widen your eyes and you desperately shake your head. The thought that he is blaming himself for how you are reacting to the situation nearly breaks your heart, the lump in your throat grows by the second as the words keep dying before they even have the chance to come out. 

“Y-You don’t understand,” you stutter, your body is still trembling and your voice is faltering, but you can’t let him feel guilty for something he didn’t do, “It’s not you! I-It has never been you!” “Then, please…” He flashes you with those hazel eyes, a wave of guilt and overwhelming love rushing over your body with every single beat of your aching heart, “Talk to me.”

“I’m… I.. R-Reiner, I…” You stutter, unable to fully express your emotions to him for the first time in who knows how long. But when he notices the slight tremble in your hands, he moves closer, his fingers lacing with yours before he places your palm above his heart, the careful beating slowly soothing your nerves, “I’m not sure… No, I AM sure that I don’t want children.”

In response, he lets go of your hand and stands up, taking a step back. You can feel your heart about to shatter, the tears threatening to fall down your face and your knees about to give out, but he lets out a laugh, a heartfelt laughter that comes from deep within his throat.

He finds himself bending over the table, his stomach hurting from laughing as he smacks his fist against the surface. You go through several emotions at once and so many questions go through your mind:

Confusion: “Why is he laughing? And why is he laughing so hard? Is the thought that you wouldn’t want kids so funny to him that he has to laugh to keep himself sane? You knew Reiner had always wanted children, but you hadn’t realized he wanted them bad enough that it would diminish his love for you?”

Anger: “Who the hell does he think he is to be behaving this way when you just shared such personal information and something you had kept to yourself for as long as you can remember? Does he think you are worth less just because you don’t want to be a mother? Or is he acting like this because you, God forbid, remind him of his own mother?”

Sadness: “Are you not good enough for him? Is he under the impression that your love for him can only be measured by how much you would like to have his children? Is he suddenly like your family, who always assumed you would change your mind whenever you fell in love with the “right man?”

Confusion again: “Why the FUCK is he laughing?”

You clench your jaw, fists tighten as your nails nearly dig into your palms, you can feel your face heating up while tears of frustration burn in your eyes. You want to yell at him, to give him a piece of his mind and storm right out of this kitchen, maybe even throw the pancakes at his face, but before you have the chance to do anything, he speaks.

“That’s it?” He asks, his certain footsteps in your direction closing the distance between your bodies before his meaty arms come crashing against your waist, “Oh, I thought you were going to tell me that you don’t love me anymore or that you had an affair. No, I don’t care about having kids.”

His words catch you off guard, the whiplash being so intense that you find yourself stumbling backward towards the chair once again before taking a seat. Your voice dies in your throat repeatedly before you finally gather up enough courage to speak, “B-but… I’ve seen the way you act around children, the way all the women around us are constantly telling you what a great father you would be.”

Moving at a gentle pace, almost as if you were an injured and scared animal, Reiner takes your hand in his, his thumb gently brushing above your knuckles as his warm smile never falters. You can tell he is doing the best he can to bring you any sort of comfort in this moment and you can’t help but allow your heart to be filled with gratitude.

“It would be nice to have a kid of my own, especially after basically raising Gabi and Falco but,” he brings your hand up to his lips and plants a gentle kiss on your skin, “I would only ever want a child with the woman I love and, well, that happens to be you.”

You can’t help but allow a small sob to leave your lips, a sudden wave of guilt about to rush over you, a fear that you are holding him back from having something he had always desired. But before your spiral can get too far down, he brings one of his hands towards your cheek, his fingers brushing a couple tears out of the way as he continues to speak.

“A child between us is theoretical,” he whispers, “but the love I have for you is the most real thing I have ever known in my entire life. And if having a life with you means no kids, then that’s fine by me. The only thing I have ever needed has been and it will always be your love.”

His hand gently touches your cheek, the warmth of his body calling your name as you take a step closer. Your arms gain a mind of their own and immediately wrap themselves around his neck, earning a delighted and approving hum from him. His palms move from your face as they find their way towards your waist, holding onto the bones of your hips tightly.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, desperate for your consent, a hint of fear behind his deep voice. You nod, a smile taking over your features as you place your forehead against his. He tightens his grip around you, enough that it might leave marks, terrified that you will disappear the second you are out of his reach. 

The minute your lips touch, the whole world seems to stop. Your kiss fits together like two pieces of a perfect puzzle, meant to be together side by side as they form a clear picture of happiness. His beard prickles your face and usually, you would consider the feeling a nightmare, but for some reason, it feels ever so comforting at this moment.

The tip of his tongue brushes against yours, teasingly asking for entrance. Not an ounce of sexual tension between the two of you at this moment, just two souls who were meant to be together, two hearts that beat at the same pace.

Reiner’s lips are soft, a direct contrast with the roughness of his hands. His blonde hair gently rests against his forehead, though it does touch your own the deeper the kiss gets, tickling your skin in a comforting manner. His breath tastes like toothpaste still and that is the only thing that serves as a reminder of the freshly made breakfast that awaits the two of you.

So you pull away reluctantly, still peppering his lips in kisses before you take a seat at the table. You can see a pout forming on his face but, when you point at the food, it immediately turns into a warm and excited smile.

“Is there a reason why you don’t want kids?” He asks, taking a seat at the table and taking a sip out of his drink. You lift your eyes to meet his, his hand scratching his chin and you can hear the scratchy sound of the small patches of beard that are beginning to form around his face. There is no judgment whatsoever in his voice.

“Not really,” you respond, bringing the coffee mug towards your lips while handing him the syrup, “I just never found the idea appealing. Do you think your mom will have a problem with that?”

He thinks for a moment before shaking his head, “I think she understands the feeling of ‘not wanting to be a mother’ better than anyone I know.” There’s an underlying hint of sadness in his tone, the air filling with the sounds of the fork and knife colliding against the plate as he takes a bite of his food, so you rub your foot against his shin. Once he swallows and flashes you a smile, he continues, “Besides, it’s not like it would be her baby, anyway. She’ll learn how to deal.”

You can’t help but chuckle, a warm sensation forming in your chest as you realize just how much he loves you. Reiner loves you just for who you are: every flaw, every talent, every random knowledge you tell him at three in the morning, every little detail. To him, you are and will always be more than enough.

[opossumloverr]

Hey it me again could you a headcanon rise turtles with a hyena yokai

✪TURTLE BROS X HYENA YOKAI READER ✪

Summary:

The turtle bros with a hyena yokai reader ♡

Warning(s):

None! Fluff

A/N:

Yall are bombarding me with these yokai readers, I love it, TYSM FOR REQUESTING!! Currently writing this in a car(Gender-neutral reader)

《RAPH》

Woah

You are so eye-catching, in a good way of course!

He loves your coat

Like loves loves LOVES it

Hyenas are very vocal, so he will lie down with you, hear you rant about your day, and enjoy it!

Petting your head as you yap about something you saw on the streets

He loves to hear you speak your mind

"- Can you believe that? Why would she say that, and in front of her mother too!" You continued talking to Raph about something you saw in the store today,

"Mhmm ..." Raph says dreamily, like he was hypnotized by your voice, which isn't that far from the truth

This lil goober got me on a choke hold

《LEO》

When he first met you he was scared of you

Not because you were mean or anything, it's because he was scared of the hyenas from The Lion King 💀 (I don't blame him they're scary as shit)

But he slowly got used to your presence, and now he won't leave you alone

Constantly trying to make you laugh

Cause you know, hyenas are most known for their laughter

So when that moment comes

Lord, he's never gonna let that go...

"Hey, I see that smile..." Leo says teasingly, you shook your head rapidly

"NOPE! Leo, whatever you're trying to do, it's NOT working -" You were about to finish your sentence before the joke he pulled played in your head, "PFFT-" you busted out into fits of laughter,

"Awwe see was that so bad?" He smiled cheerfully

He's obsessed with your laugh

《DONNIE》

I feel like Donnie likes Hyenas

So when he met you he was immersed

Wants to be near you 24/7

Hyenas are very social animals so when you guys go out in public you're the one to do most of the talking

Which he appreciates, so much

Hyenas are also intelligent, so sometimes you'll help with his projects, giving feedback, and compliments

But you mostly just laze around in his lab as he works, sometimes engaging in conversation, listening to the other rant about their day or something engaging

But it's mostly Donnie who does all the talking when yall are alone,

"And that is the uniqueness of this project that I am currently working on my dear [NAME]"

"Yeah, it's really cool DEE! love the shade of purple you added on it" you replied,

"Ahah... well you know me!"

《MIKEY》

Mikey definitely sees hyenas as cute little puppies

So he's gonna treat you like one

Petting you, scratching underneath your chin, patting the top of your head, y'know, all that jazz

Did you guys know that Hyenas are great mothers in the wild and very protective of their children?

So even though Mikey doesn't really like this act, he'll accept it from time to time, it makes him feel protected ♡

"Ugh! [NAME] I'll get them by myself!"

"Nonsense! Let me help you" you huffed, reaching for the spices from the high cabinet

"Hmpf! I was totally capable of doing it myself!" Mikey spoke profusely, not liking how you're currently treating him,

"I know I'm sorry, just got this random instinct to help ya, I can't help it!"

Appreciates it though

This is definitely not my best work, sorry! Writers Block is trying to beat my ass right now sooo, also I'm currently running on 2 red bull cans and about to crash, BUT OTHER than that TY FOR REQUESTING ♡

Me:

[yourstrulyaiko]

o𓆩♡𓆪; MY HAPPY ENDING PT.5 | HEADCANON 𓆩♡𓆪  

╰┈➤ featuring; boku no hero academia! drummer! bakugou katsuki! x lead singer! fem! reader  

જ about; Heartbreaks. Aches. Dreams shattered. You feel like there was no bridging between you and your goal as an artist. Especially since the bridge that connected you that was your ex-boyfriend, Shindo, who you met at club. Now, that you’re separated. You thought, that was it. No more. Well, you thought wrong.

જ contents and warning; profanity cause bakugou is on it, asshole bakugou, cigarettes, smoking, angst, drummer bakugou, band au, fluff, romance, drama, paparazzi, cheating, break ups, toxic relationships, getting physical (the bad kind) and many more that I have definitely missed.

જ author's note; I actually have a lots and lots of chapter about band au which needs to be revised and re-written. unedited.

First therapy sessions are nerve-wracking.

You were really fucking anxious ironic ngl ahaha.

And you have to go there regularly at this therapy office cause you know

mental health. mental health is free unfortunately.

Apparently tho you have to go to the same damn therapist office as Bakugou.

Imagine your shock when you see him there. Bakugou at the therapist office.

“Oi!” He barks, “The fuck do you think are you doing here?”

The audacity of this man.

“Well, what the fuck do you think I’m here for? A tea party?” You scoff.

You don't want to entertain this man so you just ignore his angered 'HUH?!' Frankly, you're already stressed and you don't want to pile onto it.

Bakugou grumbled and stamps his way to the seat opposite yours.

Thank fuck.

You don't him sitting next to you.

As the time clicks away. Both you and Bakugou are both beginning to feel anxious.

You're drumming your fingers on the plastic chairs you're sitting on and his leg bouncing up and down.

The shaking is making a jiggling noise of his keys from his pocket.

It's making you feel even more nervous.

"Stop that." You hiss.

"You fucking cut it off. That shit is annoying." Bakugou barks back.

"Like you're not the loud one, dip shit."

You're defo making it worse. You could just stay quiet but your mother has said you were born without a zip on your mouth.

Thankfully, your therapist comes out.

"Well, you two are getting along well." Nemura laughs, "Sorry, to cut the sexual tension short, Bakugou. I'm going to need (Last name) with me now."

Angry. You get up and take your ass into her office and sit yourself on the a chair.

Not gonna lie, it feels so uncomfortable the thought of sharing your problems with a stranger for them to pick apart.

You didn't even hear ask how you are. You just stared at your hands on your lap,

Then, Nemura ask again.

"(Last name)." She finally gets your attention, "How are you?"

"Wel... I mean... I'm here so, I'm not okay."

Nemura laughs.

"Darling. People don't just come to therapy just cause they have a problem. They come here for a good mental health in general."

You stay quiet for a while. You're appreciative that she's patient with your answer.

You tell her, you're not because you can't get over your boyfriend.

There's still nights that you would still sob yourself to sleep. It's been reoccurring.

You left out the part where he's choked you out before.

She doesn't have to know that, right?

After all, Shindo didn't mean it. He just wants the best for both you.

He's always pushing you to the best of your abilities.

Nemura drops a question that makes you uncomfortable

"Do you still call him?"

You clench your jaw.

Don't lie. Your brain screams

"No."

She can sense that you're lying. But she doesn't press things on,

You'll open up eventually.

"Why do you think you still cling onto him?"

You reach your neck and scratching it.

A sign of a soothing behaviour

"I don't know... Maybe cause he loves me and I love him."

Now, she turns the table back to you, "How so?"

Nemura wants you to clarify. Especially when she caught the word 'maybe'

A sign of uncertainty.

It makes you stop on your tracks.

How so?

How does Shindo show he loves you?

You're sure he loves but how does he show it?

"He... He says sorry after he..."

What?

Hurts you.

Nemura looks you encouraging to say it. Admit it.

But, you're so ashamed.

So humiliated.

"After we argue."

"After an argument, you and your romantic partner are supposed to sit down, communicate and comprimise. That is what a partner is supposed to do."

Supposed to.

You're speechless. You can't form words together.

What are you supposed to say?

This is what you thought love was? This is the impression you have.

You chew the inside of your cheek trying to dissociate yourself from the conversation.

Wiping your hands from the fabric of your sweatpants.

You swallow the ball forming in your throat trying to hold back your tears.

"Not all forms of love is great. Not all is healthy. Some will tell you this is the right way. It happens. Sometimes walking away is the best form of love." Nemura says.

"What if you give it your all? You're happy. Everything is great. They have everything they want at home. Why do people still walk away?"

You're crying at this point.

You don't understand anything at all.

"Because temptation is everywhere and selfishness is still human. But, that is up to the person to fall for it and stray from the path or keep going the path home."

It hurts your chest. It's hard to breath.

It feels like someone is keeping your head underwater and won't let you up

You still don't understand. More like you refuse to understand.

Selfishness is not human.

How can it be?

You slowly emerge out the door and shutting it behind you.

You forgot that Bakugou was sat there.

You're a whole ass mess. You have tears still streaming down your face.

You're staring off blankly before making your way out of the place.

You don't acknowledge the blonde at all.

He's looking at you. He doesn't say anything.

You leave.

Slowly, more tears began to drip.

You use the sleeves of your hoodie to wipe away the tears but more began to flow.

Then you began to break down and rack in hysterical sobs.

It's painful.

Nemura's words echoed in your head, "Sometimes, we're taught to receive the love we think we deserve."

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