#He’s so fucking beautiful

[chiabeanz]

bro’s gorgeous 🥹😭

[dr0wninthefear]

photos you haven’t seen of Frank because I took them 😌✨

[fiapartridge]

his eyebrows are amazing

[ladamedusoif]

These Deadline portraits just slapped me in the face and kissed me better.

Help.

Help. Me.

Source.

[ryan-waddell11]

the hip thrust to stand up was so slutty of him

[vanmccannsfridge]

[aemondsmoon]

HE’S PERFECT

[twilightakiishi]

[dankesebvettel]

MICK IS A GLOWING GOD

[frnkiebby]

fucking UGH~🎃

[fcb-mv33]

Post race Max will always hit different😮‍💨😮‍💨

[ascendingtostardust]

No like this is actually so bad what the hell

[rougepancake]

Like Real People Do

Ft. Bertholdt Hoover x F!Scout!Reader

Master list Song

Warnings: Angsty fluff. I wrote this with a lot of emotion lol.

Summary: You have asked nothing of the other but to be understood. Both of you have yet to elaborate why, but it’s clear that it’s all you’ll ever need from the other.

The beautiful night sky surrounded you, wrapping its arms around you and encasing you in its warmth. The moon was high overhead, reflecting off of the pond that rested at your feet. Overall, it was a beautiful sight, the stars twinkling and the crickets chirping as your comrades slept peacefully back at the camp.

You sat down and admired the moon, your knees pressed to your chest, chin resting upon them. You were so lost in your observation of the night that you hadn’t noticed the person beside you until they spoke.

“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” The soft voice pulled you from your thoughts, no richly startling you. He met your surprised stare with an empathetic smile.

“It is indeed.” You nodded, the moon’s reflection allowing you to see the face of your comrade, even though you knew who it was.

In the short time that you had known each other, you had grown quite close. You were always seen joking around or just talking with one another. It was comforting to have someone so similar to you, both fighting for a cause that the other didn’t know about. You wanted to tell him why you had joined the scouts, and you could tell that he wanted to tell you too, but some things are just better left unsaid. You both understood that, and took comfort in knowing that the other was sworn to secrecy for the safety of others.

“Y/n… you should be resting… we have to get up early tomorrow.” Bertholdt placed a gentle hand onto your shoulder, softly caressing it. You leaned into his touch with a slight frown, closing your eyes as you felt his warmth.

“I could say the same thing to you Bert.” You sighed. He was just too good to be true, his kindness unlike any other. “Actually…” You trailed off, your lip beginning to quiver slightly. “N-No, never mind…”

“Ah. It’s one of those nights, hm?” Bertholdt frowned slightly, his arm reaching out to pull you closer to him as you fought back tears. You nodded into the side of his chest, silent sobs escaping you along with soft apologies.

“I don’t k-know how much longer I c-can take this…” You blubbered, wrapping your arms around his torso as he listened intently. “I-I’m scared…”

His eyes widened at the sound of your confession, shaking slightly as he processed your words. They had caught him off guard entirely, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

��I’m scared.’

Scared was too simple of a word to describe how he felt. He had lived his entire life in fear, not once knowing the feeling of being at peace until he had met you. Even Reiner had said there was something different about you when you had first met them, noting that you seemed to be compensating for something too.

Everyone had a reason for joining the scouts, and yours just happened to be more personal than most.

Bertholdt held you tightly, squeezing his eyes shut as a tear fell down his cheek. He didn’t want to cry, not now, and not ever. He had so many regrets, so many feelings that he kept buried deep within him, and seeing you in such a state only added to his woes.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice cracking as you held back more tears. Your watery eyes met his, and you let out a sad chuckle at the sight. Bertholdt returned the gesture, his hand coming up to cup your cheek softly.

He was so gentle, treating you as if you were the most precious thing on Earth. No one had ever handled you in such a way, so the feeling felt was new, foreign. He leaned in slowly, bringing your chin up so his lips could meet yours.

Tears streamed down your face as you leaned into his kiss, intense feelings of both guilt and love swelling in your chest.

It was a simple gesture. A gesture that seemed to last forever, and one that you wished would.

The world should have slowed around you in that moment, it should have stopped entirely. You needed him to hold you until your heart stopped beating, his arms wrapped tightly around you until you took your last breath.

You loved him, but you didn’t quite understand what love was, so you were unable to voice your feelings. Instead, all you were able to do was kiss his cheek with hopes that he was some kind of mind reader.

Bertholdt leaned into you, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his cheek slowly. It made your heart swell, nearly bursting when he kissed you again and again and again.

He just kept on kissing you, trying to convey his own feelings without having to go through the trouble of putting them into words.

“B-Bert…” You smiled, eyes watering once again. You had no idea how to describe the overwhelming feelings of love and loneliness that swirled in your stomach, so you just sat in silence, staring into his beautiful eyes.

Everything about this moment was beautiful, the scenery, the actions, even the mood. It all seemed too good to be true, and it hurt you. What if this was all a dream? What if you awoke in the barracks with no one but your fellow female comrades surrounding you?

“I-I…” Your voice trailed off, clearly unsure of how to describe it to him.

“I love you too Y/n.”

Your eyes widened in shock, jaw dropping slightly as your face heated up. You hung your head, staring at the grass as if you were stunned into pure silence.

“So that’s what this feeling is…” You mumbled, Bertholdt’s chuckle pulling you back to reality.

“I love you.” He repeated, pulling you close to his body, long arms holding you tightly. “And I’ll never stop loving you. Ever. I’d give everything if it meant that we could be together forever.” He rubbed your back softly, head resting in the crook of your neck.

You wanted to speak, but you couldn’t, with your words failing you entirely. You wanted to say so many things to him, but you simply weren’t allowed to, and it hurt you to know that you couldn’t tell him everything.

“I…” You trailed off, biting your lip as you held him close. “Thank you…” You smile, not being able to say anything else, but still getting your point across.

You loved him, and he loved you. Even if it wasn’t ideal given your circumstances, it was love regardless, and it made you feel real. It gave you a reason to continue fighting, a reason to continue to keep getting up every morning.

Slowly, you kissed him again, holding his body close to yours underneath the moonlight. Maybe in another life, you’d be able to love him without the traumas of war and such. It was a far fetched idea, but you could still hope.

He pulled away from the kiss and rested his head on top of yours, staring into the night sky with a soft smile.

Maybe, just maybe, you’d get the chance to love each other like real people do.

[zarophod]

i can’t tell what colour Kirk’s eyes are but god i just keep getting lost in them

[ryan-waddell11]

this man went from pookie to SIR in 2 seconds.

[joshsindigostreak]

Pretty baby 🥺

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