~AOT One Shots~ (DISCONTINUED)

Mine (Yandere!Bertolt x Reader *modern AU*)

So, I know I said I was working on an Armin one shot, but it's been very difficult to write (not sure why, but I can't come up with a good plot for it), and I decided to work on one of my many Bertolt one shot ideas.

Let me know what you think!

-Bertolt's POV-

Ever since the first day of high school, I had fallen for her. Now, four years later, I was still desperately in love with her. My (Y/n).

She was simply perfect.

With her kind personality and adorable laugh, I couldn't help but call head-over-heels for her. She was the reason I joined the art club, actually, and the reason I was here now, at the library. I always wanted to be near her. Her presence made the world seem brighter.

I watched her from between two shelves as she skimmed over the rows of books. I knew she could spend hours here, just browsing.

Her (e/c) eyes landed on a certain book, and they lit up, like they were filled with stars. She grabbed the book and started flipping through the pages, a smile growing on her lips. She then tucked the book under her arm and continued to search for another book.

How she managed to read multiple books at the same time was beyond me.

Once she had finished and checked out her books, she began to walk back home. Her house was a couple of blocks away, so she had no need to drive.

I was her next door neighbor, so it wasn't considered creepy to be following her home.

As I began to walk, staying a few yards behind her, she glanced over her shoulder, her beautiful eyes meeting mine. She flashed me a quick smile, causing me to nearly trip.

She giggled. "Hey Bertolt," she said, before turning away.

I felt my face grow warm. She knew my name? My stomach was filled with butterflies. She had never spoken to me before now, and I wasn't sure what to do. I opened my mouth to say hello back, but no words came out. Only mumbles. It was as if I had forgotten how to speak properly.

We both walked down the street to our houses, and I got an idea.

It wasn't the best idea I had ever had, but it sure was appealing. Since I couldn't work up the courage to ask her out, maybe I could write her a letter. Was that super cheesy? I bit my lip. I guess I could. I wouldn't put my signature, so she wouldn't no it was me.

I could leave it in her locker.

It wouldn't hurt to try.

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-Your POV-

I opened my locker to hang up my jacket, and a piece of paper feel out, landing at my feet. I glanced around, but I didn't see anyone that could've left it. I knelt down and picked it up.

It read,

Dear Miss (L/n),

I've liked you ever since I first laid eyes on you.
You're more beautiful than any girl I've ever seen.
Will you please be my girlfriend?
Leave me a note by the school entrance.

Lot's of love, my darling.
Anonymous

I sighed. That was kind of corny. Sweet, but still corny. I slid the letter into my pocket, and began to walk to my first class. Who could've sent that?

Well, it didn't matter, since I already had my eyes on someone else.

He wouldn't leave me a letter, though. He was far too shy to do anything like that. I'd probably need to ask him out myself at this rate.

I could tell he liked me, and I knew he'd say yes. I just needed to find the right time to do it....

Speaking of said boy, I was currently passing him in the hallway. Our eyes met for the briefest of seconds before he looked away, his face bright red.

I smiled to myself as I watched him hurry off to class.

He was the cutest thing ever.

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-Back to Bertolt's POV-

I saw the letter right away. She had stuck it in the door frame. I quickly opened it, and my smiled faded when I read what she had written in her neat, small handwriting.

Sorry, but I like someone already.
I don't mean to be rude.

(Y/n)

I scowled. Fine then, I had to resort to plan B.

The next day, on the way home from school, I walked a bit closer to her than normal. When we reached my house, I did it.

Making sure to be gentle, I grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth with my hand. She struggled, but I held her still until her trashes turned into feeble whining. Soon, she had passed out. I picked her up and carried her to my house.

Now she can never leave.

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To be continued.

I've been planning this story for a while, actually. Yandere-Bertolt is just so perfect. I'll write/post the next part to this within the next couple of days. Maybe I'll even post it tonight, if you're lucky ;)
(Edit: looks like I was feeling inspired today, since I wrote it within an hour of posting this one)

Please vote on the poll I set up. The sooner the votes come in, the sooner I'll write a new story. (I bet you it will be Levi.)

If you want me to write a one shot for a certain character, leave me a request!

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