If You Had To Choose(Bertholdt x Reader x Reiner)

Hanging Out

  After informing Bertholdt and Reiner that she'd be there, Y/N quickly left, slamming the front door shut and walking over to Bertholdt's place. When she rang the door bell, the tall brunette opened the door just in time for Reiner to shout, "BERT! WHERE'S ELSA??" 

  Bertholdt opened his mouth to speak but Y/N beat him to it, "Elsa? I thought I was hot, not cold!" she called out. 

  Soon the blonde popped out, raising a brow at Y/N and chuckling, "Yup. Thus you aren't Elsa." he exclaimed, even popping the "p" in "Yup". Bertholdt and Y/N chuckled at Reiner's thought process. At this point, Y/N had assumed that flirting was just how Reiner was. He had to have flirted with everyone, right? 

  Bertholdt began leading the S/C female towards the kitchen, "Are you hungry? We were just about to take a lunch break.." Bertholdt explained with a faint smile. 

"Oh... Uh, sure. I could eat." Y/N answered with a friendly, soft smile. 

  Bertholdt's kitchen was fairly big. The table looked like polished oak, the floors were planks. Again, looked polished but were darker, almost black in fact. The counter tops were granite. The tall boy reached the top shelf in the cabinet, Y/N's eyes drifting to his ass and quietly looking away. The brunette had gotten down a bag of chips and then french onion dip from the silvery metallic fridge. 

  He set them on the table as Reiner walked in, slapping Y/N's ass with a smirk. The girl yelped, "R-reiner!" she exclaimed. Bertholdt looked behind him at the flustered female and the grinning male. Bertholdt groaned, "R-reiner..." he whispered sternly. 

"I know." Reiner whisper-hissed back, sitting at the table. 

  Y/N sat down next to him as Bertholdt sat on the other side of him. The three eating the potato chips and french onion dip. Once they were done, Reiner turned to Y/N as Bertholdt walked away, calling out, "I'm going to take a shower!" 

  When Bertholdt had headed upstairs, Reiner pushed Y/N against the counter, the female stared up at him, her breath hitching. Shocked mostly as the male laughed and pulled away. She went bright red. 

"R-Reiner!" she squeaked out, pouting slightly. 

  He leaned down to her height with a smirk, "What? Did you want me to continue?" he cooed. Y/N lightly shoved him away. Barely moving the mountain of muscle. She turned and sat on the couch in Bertholdt's living room. Reiner sat beside her, watching as she spotted the game on pause. "Mariokart?" she questioned with a soft smile. 

"Yeah. I always win." Reiner boasted as Bertholdt walked out.

  He still drying his hair with a white towel.  Y/N looked over, spotting Bertholdt's toned body, surprised. Bertholdt looked at her. His face going bright red as he realized where she was looking. He grabbed a shirt from the closet near the living room. Grabbing a black, form fitting shirt and slipping it on. 

"S-sorry..." Bertholdt whispered. 

  Y/N chuckled nervously, her face felt almost as if it was on fire. Reiner handed her a third controller, "After this round, you should get ready to get your ass beat by me." Reiner warned jokingly. Y/N couldn't help but ponder if Reiner meant the innuendo that went along with his words. 

  Bertholdt grabbed his controller, resuming the game. The two immediately got into it. The two spent the entire last race of Rainbow Road fighting for first place until finally Reiner got a shell and shot it at Bertholdt. As he passed the finishing line he yelled out, "FUCK YEAH! CHOKE ON THAT!" 

"Volume, Reiner..." Bertholdt reminded quietly. 

"Choke. On. That." He repeated in a normal tone, a smug smirk on his face. 

"I got third place." Y/N whined, "I want to try another round." 

  Both males looked to her, Reiner chuckling while Bertholdt simply looked slightly concerned. "We can try another game." he offered, afraid Reiner would become overly competitive like he always is. "You'll lose, Y/N." 

  Y/N narrowed her eyes, "Another round then, let's see who wins. Unless you guys are... Chicken? Loser of us three has to buy the other two lunch." 

"I-i'm out..." Bertholdt mumbled, he didn't want to cost Y/N money nor did he want to make his already empty wallet feel the pain of buying food.

"Prepare to lose." Reiner growled. 

"Funny." Y/N hummed. 

"How is that funny?" the blonde questioned.

"Because... I'm going to win, Braun." Y/N smirked, getting the lead on him while he was distracted by their conversation. 

  Reiner gritted his teeth, trying to shoot a shell at her and failing, instead knocking out the person in front of her. With a smirk she cooed, "Thanks~ I wanted second place!" 

While Reiner continued with his method of following her sharply, she weaved through karts, and when he finally was in first place and racing towards the finish line, she yelled, "I WON FUCKERS!" as she hit him with a shell and the kart drifted over the finish line. 

"Nice job, Y/N." Bertholdt congratulated while Reiner just went silent. 

"Thanks!" Y/N exclaimed, "It's... Been awhile honestly and I wasn't sure if my tactic could still keep me in the lead." 

"You did good, Y/N. Guess I owe you lunch. Over the weekend?" Reiner suggested. 

"Sure." she agreed. 

  The doorbell rang, Bertholdt standing and walking over. Reiner pulled Y/N into his lap, whispering in her ear, "You looked at my ass again, Y/N/N..." She went red, looking at him, he kissed her cheek and gently pushed her off. Standing, and walking over. 

"Ice Queen! Elsa!" Y/N heard Reiner exclaim, then she heard a thud. Standing and walking over. 

  Reiner was holding his shin in pain and a shorter blonde girl looked to Y/N, red dusted over her cheeks still. The blonde walked over, "Annie..." Bertholdt choked out, "T-that's..." 

"I'm Y/N L/N." she mumbled. 

"I know..." Annie mumbled, "I'm in your dance class."