Addicted (Yandere! Bertholdt x Reader)

6: Not Again

Don't know if you've noticed, but there is now a new (and not as blurry) cover to this story. Yay! Also, I've added an image to each chapter. Oh yeah, and I've made a feel small edits (mostly just some grammatical errors, but I've also added some details to some sections that were lacking) to the previous chapters, so hopefully it's a bit better now.

And I know the image on this chapter doesn't really fit the theme of this story, but I think it's funny, so I decided to add it anyway. ;)

(Your POV)

The next day was a struggle. I was still in shock over what had happened.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Thomas's lifeless body and smashed in skull. What had even happened? How did his head get bashed so badly that it literally broke his skull?

I thought that maybe a heavy tree branch had fallen and hit him, but there was no branch around where we found him to be heavy enough to cause that much damage. It didn't make any sense. It was like something had hit him, then disappeared from the scene.

I couldn't find the motivation to try to figure it out, though, and I decided to push any and all questions from my mind. Thomas was dead, and it didn't matter how it happened. It didn't change the fact that he was gone forever.

"A-Are you okay, (Y/n)?" A familiar voice pulled me - monetarily - from my state of misery. I glanced up to see Bertholdt looking down at me, concern crossing his features. "You haven't touched your lunch. You need to keep your strength up. I don't want (Y/n) to get sick."

I forced myself to smile, though I knew it looked more like a grimace. "I'm not really hungry today."

It was true. I had completely lost my appetite.

"Hey, can I have your bread, then?" Sasha asked around a mouthful of her own lunch. Her brown eyes were filled with hope, but before I could give her what she wanted, Bertholdt cut in.

"No, she's going to eat it," he said quickly, and turned to look at me with his soft green eyes. "Please (Y/n), just have a little bit."

Then he was gone.

I tentatively took a bite of bread, and - even though it tasted like sand in my mouth - I ate it anyway. Bertholdt was right, I needed to keep my strength up.

Once I finished eating, I swallowed down a glass of water and left to take a walk to clear my head a bit. I just needed time to be alone.

I passed Bertholdt on my way out, and he gave me a small smile when he saw me.

"Did you eat your bread?" He asked me, and I nodded. His smile turned into a full-blown grin. "Good girl," he praised, and I couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"I'm not a dog," I said, and nudged his arm playfully.

His face went beat red. "S-Sorry," he stammered, backing away from me. "I didn't mean to insult you, (Y/n). E-Excuse me!"

He hurried away, and I frowned.

Why does he always act so weird around me? He is seriously one of the most awkward people I know, but that's one of the reasons I find him so interesting.

What is it about him that seems to different than everyone else?

I couldn't place my finger on it, but it was always there, nagging at me.

I shrugged it off for the moment, and left the dinning hall, so I was alone with nothing but the soft whistle of the midday breeze keeping me company.

My legs seemed to move on their own, and I went whenever they led me. I didn't have a specific place in mind, I just needed to be alone. Soon, I was on the edge of campus, and everything was silent. I found a place to sit, and I sat, letting myself rest.

All the emotions that were inside of me came spilling out unexpectedly, and next thing I knew I was crying. This time, there was no Jean to comfort me. I was alone, tears flooding down my face, with no one to dry them when I was done.

I felt so alone. Why did everyone I cared for die? Out of all the cadets here, why did my only friend die? I wished - deep down inside, where no one would ever know - that someone else had died. Anyone else. Anyone but Thomas.

That was one of the darkest thoughts I had ever had, and though I was disgusted with myself for thinking it, I knew it was true.

I have Jean now, right? At least there's still someone that cares for me, at least a little. No, Thomas won't be replaced, but Jean makes me feel safe.

I stood up, drying my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt, staining it. I needed to find Jean.

I ran back to dorms, which took a while, since I was so far away. By the time I reached them I was out of breath, and it was close to dinner time.

I should've been in trouble for skipping my training session, but Shadis said I could have the day off. Jean did too, thankfully, so I could talk to him. I knocked on his door, but he didn't answer. I knocked again, but just like before, he didn't respond.

I opened the door, and my blood went cold when I stepped through the doorway.

"No...." I gasped, my heart leaping into my throat. "Not again."

~ earlier that day ~

(Bertholdt's POV)

I watched (Y/n) from the window, my lips in a smile. She was so beautiful, so perfect. Of course, when she had touched me, I freaked out. She probably thought I was weird now.

Well, that wasn't my biggest concern right now. He was.

They were getting too close for their own good. No, he wouldn't take her from me. No one would. I'd make sure of that, one way or another.

I walked to the dorms, which were mostly empty. Those that were there didn't pay any attention to me, and I was grateful for that.

It would make this easier.

In my pocket, there was a small knife. It couldn't cut deep enough to pierce his heart, but that's not what I needed it for. He touched my (Y/n). He needed to be punished.

The door was unlocked, and I walked in. He didn't look up when I walked in, until I locked the door behind me. Then he glanced up, but went back to fiddling with his gear when he saw that it was me.

I smirked, and fingered the knife in my pocket.

Time to have some fun.

Bit of a cliffhanger, but I assume you know who it is. I kind of made it obvious. Just a warning, the next chapter might have some some semi-disturbing content. You know...blood, mild gore, a bit of torture, etc. Don't worry, I won't make it super graphic. (Mostly cause what I'm planning to write makes me a bit squeamish.)

Question: Who is your favorite OTP? Not all of them, just your number one favorite.

I honestly don't have a ton of ships in AOT, since romance isn't really important when you're trying to safe humanity (maybe that's just my opinion) but of course I have a few. My favorite is Springles (Connie x Sasha) since it's one of the cutest ships in the show!

What do you guys think? Let me know! And feel free to request rivals, btw.