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beloved-blaiddyd · 2 months

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I LOVEEEE DOG GALLIGAR I NEED MORE

please read the rules and regulations next time anon cuz I'll ignore asks that don't follow format. Anyways I'm a big gallagher simp so I can't ignore a humble request. here's a quick sketch of farmer!reader and (yandere utc) dog!gallagher + extra brainrots cooked up 1 AM cuz I just finished a school output

Domestic Fluff/Crack:

You rarely buy chocolate after taking Gallagher in. Not because you're worried that the canine might randomly eat some and get a "lethal" dose— but because he simply looks disgruntled whenever you take a bite. He went on quite a long tangent about how it doesn't taste that great and you would much rather not hear it a second time.

In your first week together, you might've gone overboard and bought every dog care product you could think off. Gallagher heartily laughed when he saw you bought one of every shampoo— and then his heart dropped when you pulled out a pet razor next in the shopping bag. Needless to say, his silence saved his skin. Or well, in this case, fur.

You often pondered over the ethics of having a half-human in your home. It's not that you treat him poorly or bar him from opportunities elsewhere, but you remind him from time to time that he can leave the farm if he wants to. In which, he would either a) put a hand on your shoulder and earnestly decline or b) joke about how he's going to bite you if you ask again.

Speaking of jokes, he never tells you about his past— which was a decision you respected. However, it's become an inside joke for the two of you to make up his backstory and how you met. When your traveler friend Boothill once came to visit, you both told him that Gallagher was actually an ex-police dog who decided he's tired of snitching where the drugs were when "it's always hidden in cushions anyways". When the local innkeeper Siobhan asked where did he come from, he said he was once a bartender— and you made a convincing follow-up that it was the reason behind his distaste for SoulGlad. He even shocked everyone when he had the skills to back that lie up. You swear that every time, the story and people's reactions become more and more priceless.

Yandere:

But not everyone is elusive of his true nature.

That's why he hates whenever your neighbor "Sunday" visits.

Gallagher doesn't want it to happen, but that man seems to always discern the facade he's putting on. He doesn't like it at all. He always had to hold back a sharp stare and a growl whenever he's around. But that man. That hawk...

Why does he always cling to you like a pest?

He knows- he knows you're friends with him and that Robin girl since childhood- but shouldn't those numerous interactions suffice? Why does HE keep stealing your time together? That Sunday is a hybrid himself— he should know that someone has already marked this household territory.

Still, that bird perches on your porch, greeting you with a smile that you'll reciprocate. But the cunning glimpses he sends Gallagher indicates that they equally find the other person bothersome.

"What're you doing here?" Gallagher scoffed. "Don't you have a Family to go back to?"

Sunday smiled politely, though with how his hands are always hidden from the dog's view, he can only guess that it's clenched in a tight fist.

"And you don't?"

"(Y/n) is my Family."

"Before they were yours, they were mine."

That caught Gallagher's attention.

... Isn't that technically the truth? Even without papers, isn't the bond you, Robin, and that fiend share essentially a strong familial bond? He had only heard snippets in town and from yourself, but you three had known each other almost since birth.

So... What does that make him?

A pet?

A hound?

A friend?

A partner?

Or a mere passing memory?

Despite these thoughts, he steeled his resolve and shook his head, subconsciously holding his neck. There's no collar. Nothing that physically binds him to you. And, for reasons he didn't quite placed at the time, he hated the sensation of freedom.

He hated being free.

He hated being detached from you.

"With what to prove, huh?" Gallagher snarled. "Leave. They're asleep. Don't bother them today— or ever again."

He volunteered to patrol for the next nights to hide his insomnia. Gallagher did not understand where most these emotions stemmed from. Why would he wish to be shackled when he just got himself out or a cage? You were kind enough to supply him with basic necessities and allow him to do whatever he wants after work is done— so why this emptiness?

But when he came back home at dawn after unlocking the door with the spare key you gave him— he got his answer.

He felt his feet drag him to your door. Before he could even process what was happening, Gallagher was seated at a nearby chair, tenderly caressing your face.

This was the answer he was looking for. The raison d'etre. All resolved under three words:

"You... I want you."

And for a while, that was enough.

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yong-jelly · 2 years

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ESSAY: YOON HYUNSUK | masterlist

g!n reader x hyunsuk

warnings: suggestive

wc: 972

a/n: it's 3:30 am and i'm deep in a hyunsuk brainrot someone save me

“babe.”

“baby.”

“babeee.”

you can hear the pout in hyunsuk’s voice as you type away on your computer, trying to get your essay finished before the deadline tonight. you know your professor doesn’t give extensions, but you had put off doing the work all week and here you are, reaping the consequences; a half-written essay and a very clingy hyunsuk.

“baby, i’m bored,” you hear hyunsuk whine as he rests his head on your shoulder, the words barely making it to your ears as you work on autopilot, fingers moving nonstop against your keyboard.

“i have to get this essay done, hyunsuk,” you speak, placing a quick kiss on his forehead before going back to work, your back pressed against the wall as you sit on his bed. “i’ll hang out with you when i’m done.”

you hear hyunsuk hum, but he doesn’t respond to your statement, simply wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. a few moments of silence pass as you write your essay, the only sound coming from the clicking of your laptop keys and the light huffs of breath against your neck. it’s so silent that you think maybe hyunsuk has even fallen asleep while waiting for you.

that is until you feel hyunsuk’s mischievous lips graze against the sensitive skin of your neck, your entire body shivering in surprise before he presses a light kiss under your ear, his lips trailing up the side of your jaw, nibbling lightly with every peck.

It’s definitely hard to focus now. you know exactly what game hyunsuk is trying to play and you aren't going to let him win.

you try your best to keep a blank face as he kisses up and down your neck, despite the butterflies in your stomach and your head growing foggy with each distracting kiss. you feel hyunsuk begin to rub his thumb in circles on your hip, his kisses dipping lower and lower to the collar of the hoodie you were wearing (which just so happened to be his).

he catches you off guard as he bites down a little harder, a gasp leaving your lips at the sudden sensation. you feel the vibration of hyunsuk’s laugh against your skin and you turn to glare at him. “stop trying to distract me.”

you see hyunsuk pretend to act intimidated by your very non-intimidating glare before a smile crossed his face. “i’ll stop… if you give me an actual kiss.”

you deadpan him at his reply, rolling your eyes. “i know what you’re trying to do, hyunsuk.”

you watch as hyunsuk’s eyes widen in fake shock at your accusation, placing his hand over his heart. “i’m not trying to do anything! i just want a simple kiss from my loving significant other.”

a playful grin sits on his lips and you give him one long stare before pulling him in by his collar, placing a light kiss against his lips — nothing more than a peck — and quickly pulling away. “there. now let me work.”

“i said an actual kiss! one that’s longer than 2 seconds.”

“who makes up the criteria for an “actual kiss”?”

“i do. now c’mere.”

hyunsuk opens his arms and leans back for you to climb into his lap and as much as you wanted to focus on your work, he does look really cuddly and soft with his messy hair flopped into his eyes and a small smile brightening his face. there was no way you could resist.

you sigh as you move your laptop off to the side, shuffling to plop yourself in his lap, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you flush against him. “can i kiss you now?”

you nod and he wastes no time in capturing your lips into a soft kiss, his arms wrapped around you like you are fine china - the most precious thing to him in the entire world. your hands are rested on his chest and you can feel his heartbeat through his shirt, the rhythm lulling you in like a trance as your lips dance together.

you feel his warm tongue slide across your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance that you gladly permit, sighing contently as your tongues lazily moved against each other.

you don’t know when you begin to lose track of time as he pulls you closer against his body, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. the kiss was feverish, feeling his hips subtly roll into yours as his hands squeeze your hips, moving you against him.

your body feels like it’s on fire as hyunsuk gently runs his hands up and down your sides, shifting them under the hoodie to make contact with your bare skin, his cold rings making you shiver slightly. you can’t think straight anymore, your mind clouded by hyunsuk’s hands, lips, and scent.

a quiet ding from your laptop startles you both as you pull away, quickly looking over to see that you had got a notification from your professor, warning you that your (very much unfinished) essay was due in less than 2 hours.

“oh shit!” you spring off of hyunsuk’s lap with no hesitation, grabbing your laptop, hyunsuk’s weak protests fading into the background.

“you can’t just leave me like this,” hyunsuk pouts, scooting behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i can and i will. this essay is worth 20% of my grade,” you simply speak before beginning to type again.

all hyunsuk does is sigh, press a light kiss against the shell of your ear, and whisper, “you’re all mine once that essay is done.” before leaving the room to get snacks — and the tone of his voice leaves your brain unable to focus on anything other than him for the rest of the night.

#cix #hyunsuk imagine #cix hyunsuk imagine #cix imagines #cix drabbles #cix fluff #cix smut #kpop imagines #kpop drabbles #kpop fluff #kpop smut #cix x reader #kpop x reader #hyunsuk fluff #hyunsuk smut #yong-jelly

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irishk0rn · 1 year

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more modern au brainrot but with kaellidan

[this is the story of how my parents went on their first date, but kaellidan. I cannot make this shit up. I love this story]

ship; Kael’thas/Illidan

kael is trans btw but it’s mainly to explain something Rommath says

As Kael’thas walked by his apartment complex, he paused. He heard a familiar voice exchanging words with a much louder voice; the louder voice being on the balcony of apartment 207, a floor below Kael, Rommath, Halduron and Lor’themar’s. Of course, Aethas crashed there more often than not, so he basically lived there too. They had all pitched in to buy out the entire floor and tore down the walls apart from their own respective rooms, and made it a huge studio. All they paid was utilities.

The elf looked up to see a woman on the balcony, who he knew as Vashj. She was from another university and seemed to just be visiting for the summer. She had a cup in her hand. Her hair bobbed and bounced as she turned her head to whoever she was talking to.

“Hey! Illie! That cute little elf you told me about is here.”

A pulse of shock and adrenaline ran through the blood elf and it felt like all the blood he had in his body rushed to his face, turning him beat red. He shielded over his face with his hand as he heard footsteps quickly making their way down the stairs.

Oh God, fuck — I just came from the gym, why now? He thought to himself.

He looked up from his embarrassment to see a man he had met before in passing by around the apartment complex. He was tall — very tall. Muy alto, if he actually applied the Spanish he was learning the year before. He was quite muscular and rough looking, in a tunic that exposed his arms up to his shoulders, where he had numerous tattoos and was completely decked out in scars. The shirt was low cut and collared and he appeared to be wearing a tight black tank top underneath — was that a binder? His trousers were loose fitting and ripped up at the end, and he was wearing sandals without socks. His hair was long and majestic in a loose top knot that left his bangs hanging down, and he had white bandages that were worn and a bit bloody. The faint flow of his eyes could be seen and when he smiled, he had fangs.

“It’s you,” he said, quickly, “Kael’thas, right? If I’m not mistaken,” his voice had an undoubted Suramar inflection. Kael blushed at having his name remembered and he did nothing but nod at the question for confirmation.

“I don’t think you caught my name. Stormrage, Illidan Stormrage.”

Illidan stick out his hand for Kael’thas to shake and the blood elf did, feeling how rough and worn his hands were. His job or hobbies must have included handwork. Kael put on a smile. “Hi, Illidan. Nice to officially meet you. I was just on my way back to my apartment,”

Kael quickly rushed the sentence and tried to leave but Illidan stepped in front of him. “Hey, wait! Can’t we go out and get a drink together, or something?”

Blood rose to Kael’s face again. “No, thank you. I’m good. I must be going, now — I have to get ready for work.” That was a complete lie, he was off for the week.

“Work?” The night elf smiled and tilted his head. “I work as an engineer, you know,” he said, his tone and voice clearly proud of himself. He put his hands on his hips while Kael’thas raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Pft, right,” he chuckled. “You’re the janitor.”

Obviously offended by this statement, the kal’dorei scoffed and told Kael to wait there. After a few minutes of rummaging around his apartment (and, from what the blonde heard, getting yelled at by another male voice who he assumed to be a friend or sibling), Illidan came back down, holding several items in his arms. He put them down on the ground near Kael before pulling his card out of his pocket and showing the other elf that he was indeed and engineer and one of the higher ranked ones.

Kael huffed and gave the card back. “Fine. Now what is that for?” he pointed to the pile of rubbish.

And that’s when Illidan began to stack the items up, as tall as him — which was probably about eight and a half feet — or 262cm for those who use those measurements. Illidan had stacked two ice chests, a large chair, and a picture frame that stacked as tall as he did.

“If I jump completely over this and land on my feet, you have to go out on a date with me,” he said. Kael’thas let out a long and rich laugh.

He’s going to fall and bust his ass, Kael thought, as he watched the kal’dorei prepare for his jump. “Alright,” giggled the sin’dorei, “Deal.”

The night elf counted to himself and, without missing a beat, jumped completely over the items, his heels flying just above the top of the picture frame, and smoothly landed on his feet; catlike. The blonde stared in awe and it looked as if Illidan himself was impressed with the jump. Kael sputtered, loudly.

“I’m— um— I— you— I-I’m going to… go get ready,”

Illidan smiled cutely and nodded.

Kael’thas blinked up to the door of his studio and busted into it. “LOR’THEMAR! ROMMATH! HALDURON!” Kael screamed, in absolute panic. Halduron jolted up from his napping space on the couch and Rommath ran into the room and to Kael’thas, checking and examining him.

“Sunrise! What happened? Did someone hurt you? Did you forget the morning after pi—”

Kael’thas blinked. “What? No! Um, this really, really hot kal’dorei asked me out. I need— I need help getting ready.”

—

The outfit that Lor’themar and Rommath put together as Halduron cheered them on was quite simple, but elegant. It was decked out in reds; it was red slacks and a dark red turtleneck sweater, because it was quite cold outside. Red looks nice in the winter. It was all tied together with a red coat and sunglasses, and he was ready to go out.

Rommath pulled him into a long and tight embrace and slipped something in his pocket. “Take this,” he said as he pulled away. Kael felt around in his pocket and learned what was in it was a taser.

“That… does not seem necessary.”

Rommath huffed, “Just take it. I love you, sunrise. Be safe,”

It had only taken about an hour and a half to get ready, and when the blood elf walked back outside to meet with Illidan, Illidan had changed. He was in something more formal and his ponytail was much neater, his bangs side swept out of his face. His natural musk also smelled good; irish springs. He had taken a shower.

Illidan extended a hand. “You look very, very handsome. Shall we go?”

Kael smiled gently and took his head. “Yes.”

—

And they stayed out for a long time; neither of them knew what time it was. When one restaurant closed, they went to another. Just chatting and getting to know each other. Hours passed. Coffee and tea was drank and pastries were devoured, and by the time Kael’thas actually checked his phone, it was 4:17 in the morning and he had seventeen missed calls from Rommath.

Illidan drove Kael home and walked him to his door.

“I want to see you again,” he said, leaning down and nuzzling his nose into the sin’dorei’s cheek. “I would love to. And we will. I promise,” Kael replied.

Illidan leaned forward to press his lips to Kael’thas’s. Kael pressed his forehead to Illidan’s and smiled a bit. “Soon. I will see you soon,” he nestled his nose against the kal’dorei’s and cupped his face, loosening the bandages around his eyes. It was a vulnerable state to put Illidan in; showing his eyes. But he didn’t shy away, not from the blood elf.

After a gentle few moments, Illidan put the bandages back on and went to his car, where he watched for a moment and made sure Kael made it up to his apartment before he drove off.

The lights were off in the apartment, and Kael thanked his lucky stars that Theron or Rommath wasn’t there to scold him—

The lamp clicked on, revealing a very not happy Rommath. “And just where have you been?”

Kael squeaked. “Rommath! Uh, I was still out with um, with Illidan. We went to some coffee shops and talked and…”

“Did you have sex with him?!”

The blonde blinked. “What?? No! I’m not that easy, damn!”

Rommath sighed and walked up to Kael and hugged him. “You smell like irish springs. I’m glad you’re safe, sun. I was worried about you,” Rommath pulled away, but kept his hands gentle on Kael’s shoulders. “When you didn’t answer my calls, I feared the worst. Halduron and Lor’themar had to talk me out of calling the police…”

Sunstrider smiled tenderly and kissed Rommath’s cheek. “Thank you, Rommie. I had fun. Good night, now,”

“Good night, sunbird,”

#world of warcraft #wow #illidan stormrage #kaellidan #kael'thas sunstrider #illithas #irishkorn fics #irishkorn #modern au #modern with magic

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b0rista · 3 years

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Oh my god, oh my GOD you gave me the most ridiculous brainrot with those hcs of the Titan trio in a gloomy city, I literally haven’t stopped thinking about it all day. If you’re still open for requests, could you maybe write something similar, but with the reader having a crush on bertholdt, or being his s/o in that au? Thank you so much if you do, I hope you have a lovely day! 🥰

— ❝︎ ��𝐎𝐔 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍! 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐔 𝐏𝐓. 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ; 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓. ·˚ ༘

♡︎ : PLEASE I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU LIKED ITDK I LOWKEY FELL OFF AT THE END BUT TYTY 🥺 and tbh i was THIS CLOSE 🤏 to turning it into a bert x reader post so you like read my mind PLSKD. and i hope you have a lovely day, too!! 🥺

reader x bertholdt version of this! i suggest reading those headcanons first because i absolutely refuSe to attempt to explain the atmosphere again because i'm illiterate gegsgdgh

if you'd like a music recommendation for when you're reading this, literally just play the band cigarettes after sex and you'll get the vibe i'm tryna put off 😭

also this is long and dragged out and im SORRYYFHF

because there isn't a whole lot to change (other than bertholt's feelings for annie; he's older, so in this version, he's over it entirely), everything will be the same as it was in the first part. the four of you, all living in extremely gloomy territory. you're only close with eachother, and it's the sour scent of cigarette smoke and green tea keeping the lot of you sane. that, and the rain. the sweet, senseless rain.

as before, bertholdt's in his twenties, and currently working as a philosophy professor's assistant. his workplace is at a local community college, where you and the other two occasionally visit.

the same goes for the others, as well— while annie's a policy analyst, reiner's taken up certified training. again, not much is different from the first version, if anything at all. what you do for a living is entirely up to you. as for lodging, you're still sharing an apartment with annie, and the boys still visit far too often than remotely necessary. for such a big city, the four of you don't really get out much. really, if you ever do, it's with eachother. you're a very, very tight-knit posse.

back during your college campus days, you're liking toward bertholdt was merely platonic. after all, not only were the bunch of you focused on your academia, but he was always the quieter sort. back then, you were more close to reiner, and even annie, who's worse. still, that didn't mean the two of you didn't interact quite a bit. whenever you were struggling with your studies, he was always offering to help. if we're being entirely honest, there were quite a few exams that you'd have likely failed if it weren't for his assistance.

now, the two of you have grown far more comfortable with one another. of course, college was years ago. as time went on, you'd managed to get closer to him, and vice versa. all four of you are close, despite you having turned their trio into a quartet only a mere matter of years ago. somehow, it felt as they were waiting for you to join them.

if you read the part before this one, you read the instance of which you were hassled on the subway, ultimately leading to an actual buddy system in your favor. well, your friends claim that it's in your favor, anyway. really, it feels like babysitting. they don't like whenever you board the underground train by yourself, and you've been caught trying once or twice. the first time, it was by reiner, who nearly bit your head off. the second time, it was by bert, who was mildly displeased.

instead of scolding you, though, he only boarded the same train as you, offering to see you home. unlike reiner, bertholdt isn't aggressive, especially towards you. if anything, he's protective. he doesn't like it whenever the lingering eyes of a stranger land on you, and he sure as hell isn't fond of the thought of another man taking you home. if you're the more flamboyant sort, and you're unafraid of a fling or two, he'll be quietly bitter. of course, he'll never tell you what to do with your life. he'll tell you to be careful with who you trust, and to stay safe. he's only one call away.

back to your feelings, though. currently, your quiet crush on bertholdt is rising with every given day. it's a struggle, bearing feelings for a man so closed off. nevertheless, it's uncontrollable. fortunately, your pining towards him is more subtle than it is obvious, so he's yet to actually realize. that, and he's fucking oblivious. annie and reiner, however? they're as observing as they come. they know about it, and while they don't tease you, they do root for you. reiner more than annie, because annie's horrible at that sort of thing. still, 10/10 friends.

as of right now, you have three pieces of bertholdt's clothing in your closet. a sweater, a scarf, and a t-shirt. he hasn't asked for any of them back, so they're practically yours. they were all loaned to you on seperate occasions. and although he'll never tell you, there's an actual reason for why he hasn't asked for them back— one time, while you were wearing his sweatshirt, he caught a brief glimpse of you from afar: you were bringing the collar to your nose, inhaling the bittersweet scent of his cologne, his scent. you looked so pleased, and it fucking melted him. he can't bring himself to take anything back that he gives to you.

cuddling. all of you cuddle, though it's a bit subtle. whenever the four of you gather at you and annie's apartment after a rough week, you all have this moment where for hours, you simply sit in silence, watching the rain pour atop the cityscape from the other side of the balcony. the television is lowly drumming in the background, and glasses of tea mixed with pure whiskey sit ontop of the coffee table behind you. you do this as a group, and it's weirdly cinematic. when annie's head isn't rested against your shoulder, you like to press the bottom of your chin onto the top of bertholdt's head. from behind him, your arms lazily wrap around his shoulders, and he sinks into you. this is such a weekly occurrence, neither of you even think much of it. after all, reiner and annie are falling asleep ontop of one another beside you. when they do, you and bertholdt often have a quiet conversation. it's sweet, and exactly what the two of you need.

one time, he took you to an ice sculpture festival. it was the midst of winter, and there was one showcasing in the city. of course, the other two were invited. however, they both claimed to be "busy," when really, they went out to see a movie so the two of you could actually do something together. that being said, you went as a pair.

it was actually fun, to your surprise. not because of the sculptures themselves, but because of how much bertholdt actually liked them. for being so closed off, he showed quite a bit of interest in them. y'all know he's artsy. you couldn't help yourself— as he was silently gawking over a ten foot sculpture of a roaring tiger, you called him cute.

of course, knowing him, he immediately started to flush. due to the weather, he easily pinned the redness of his cheeks to the cold. you, of course, were smarter than that.

speaking of the cold, you were freezing. while you made sure to bundle up, you didn't think to bring a scarf. the blisteringly cold wind tickled at your exposed neck, earning itself a shiver from you. you may not have thought much of it, but he certainly did.

from directly behind you, you felt a hand move to hold your hair out of the way as a large, burgundy fabric coiled itself around your neck, immediately encasing you in its warmth. glancing both behind and above you, you saw bertholdt, snugly tying his own scarf around you. from the looks of it, he thought nothing of it. you were cold, and he wanted to fix that. still, the brief collision of his palm against your bare skin was enough to make you melt.

cigarette sharing. this is just,, a thing. the entire group does it, you and bertholdt especially. there have been plenty of instances where you've snatched a dart from in between his lips, bringing it to your own. vice versa, as well— he's a bit more gentle with it, though. when he reaches for your lips, he's careful, and his knuckles ever so slightly graze against your face as he tugs the cigarette from out of your mouth. to this day, you debate surprising him with a quick kiss to his hand.

speaking of kisses, several have been placed on your forehead. despite not being an item, after a particular rough moment, bertholdt's incredibly tender whilst comforting you. by your shoulders, you'll be pulled into an embrace, where he'll bury his nose within your hair while quietly reassuring you. using your chin to raise your face, he'll place a soft, sweet kiss on the center of your forehead. it's short, but effective.

this man is your personal umbrella. if it's pouring rain—which it usually is— and you're without coverage, he is your coverage. he'll either pull off his jacket and use it to cover your head from the rain, or you'll be sheepishly pulled into his chest, where he sacrifices his back to keep you dry.

if the two of you ever exchanged your feelings toward one another, it would be through a dramatic, rainy confession.

you likely went first, blurting out what you felt through a flash of frustrated impulse; it was pouring down rain, and somehow, the two of you had gotten into a conflict in the parking lot of bertholdt's apartment complex. now, you were shouting at him, "perhaps it's because i love you, you goddamn imbecile!"

and he just,, stared. you stared in horror, he stared in utter shock. now, the two of you were drenched, and you were absolutely mortified.

after a couple of moments, you would falter. digging into the left pocket of your coat, you would pull out your pack of marlboros— despite the rain, you moved to get a smoke. "fuck this," you said, "i need a cigarette."

however, right as you flipped the top of the pack open, it would be abruptly smacked out of your grasp, rendering you speechless. and before you could even regain those words of yours back, they were quickly halted by the lips of another, shutting you up for good.

with multiple year's worth of pent up emotions, you and bertholdt kiss beneath the weeping sky.

#this was nasty #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot headcanons #bertholdt x reader

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