Attack On Titan Oneshots [mostly au] {requests closed!}

Stop - Suicidal!Bertolt x Reader

WARNING! SUICIDAL THEMES DONT LIKE DONT READ!

I think a little piece of me has died just by the title oh my god I'm sorry I'm doing this.

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THIRD PERSON

"Stop." Countless of times had the girl told him. No, this wasn't the first. The first of the week maybe, but the first was years ago.

"Stop." Why won't he ever listen? He is surrounded by friends, yet he can't even see straight through his own problems to see this.

"Stop. We care. Why don't you understand this?" (Y/n) was heartbroken at the thought that if she wasn't there, the next day he wouldn't be. This is something they both would fear, but Bertolt would fear he wasn't enough, and they would leave.

"Stop. Do you not want us around?" He wanted to scream out 'I do', but his mouth was numb. He felt so ashamed that he kept trying to do this, but it's hard to break habits.

"Stop. Please." The girl was cold, but that couldn't matter any less. Bertolt was on top of a fence, hanging over a cliff. It was raining and she had to run to get here in time, only in a (f/c) sports bra and shorts. At least she made it here, her attire didn't matter.

"Stop..." What was there to warn about anymore? (Y/n) wanted to give up, but if she did that, one of the most important people in her life would be gone forever. She had to stop thinking like that.

"Stop..." Bertolt wanted to cry, knowing he couldn't stop. Nothing felt like it was ever going to get better. Everything around him was dying, except his friends that he kept pushing away. He didn't want them to have the same fate as the others.

"STOP!" The dark brown haired male's eyes widened at the familiar voice again. Tears stung at his eyes as he dropped the small bottle of bleach. Even though it looks like water, (y/n) could smell it. Why was it so hard for him to get that his friends wanted to help?

"This is the 3rd time this week. I don't know how much of a help I'm really being. You seem to get better, then you go and try to kill yourself again. What the hell is so damn hard to understand? You. Have. Friends. We. Want. To. Help. Let us. " The (e/c) eyes girl spoke through her teeth clenching and un-clenching her fists. She was pissed to say the least.

"I-"

"And you know what else? You're so goddamn oblivious." Bertolt had to think. What was it he could've have possibly missed about one of his closest friends? That's ironic, considering he seems to forget he has them.

"I have probably given it away over a dozen times. Everyone knows but you of course. I. Fucking. Love. You. Not only does it hurt you, but it hurts me to see all the damn scars and burns all over your body because you keep trying to leave us. What have we done or not done that has made you like this?" By now, (y/n) was crying harder than the other was.

"I understand life has been shit to you, and I'm not trying to out do you, but do you realize how much pain it causes me to know the person you love is in so much fucking despair that you're beyond the point of helping them? I try and I fail. Please just tell me how I'm going to help you." (Y/n) fell to her knees, her head hanging low. Bertolt was unconsciously reaching out to her, his old and new cuts stinging against the cotton clothing. Both of them were crying messes, but they could care less.

"I feel like such an idiot," he mumbled out as he kneeled beside her. He didn't register the actions as fast as it happened. The (e/c) eyes girl threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed him as hard as she could, like he would evaporate right before her. He didn't care, knowing someone was this desperate to just feel his skin made him feel worth more than anything. She pulled away and hid her sparkling eyes behind her (h/c) bangs and smiled, her head tilted back a bit. She lightly pressed her fist against his chest, almost like she had punched him, and he just stared at her covered face.

"The good and the bad equalize. The bad brings the good and the good brings bad. I found the good in the bad and the bad in good, and I lost myself. But as long as I can feel the beating of your heart, I'll follow you through your darkness and we'll find the exit." He pushed her hair to the side and her eyes were fixated on him. Her (s/c) cheeks were dusted lightly with pink and her eyes were still glossy, but they couldn't be more beautiful.

TIMESKIP

"Can you believe that led us here?" (Y/n) smiled happily, despite her being sweaty and in pain. Bertolt returned the smile, wiping strands of (h/c) hair from her forehead as he shook his head. Laying in the now 24 year old girl's hands, was a small baby girl. Their 2nd child. The other lay in the brown haired male's hands. A baby boy. Twins. They couldn't be happier though, knowing their life would be filled with endless adventures.

A lot has happened in the past few years. Bertolt slowly got rid of his habits and their friendship got stronger. Months after that, they began to date and being the happy people they were, no problems regularly occurred. After they both graduated from high school and college, Bertolt proposed and of course, (y/n) said yes. Now, a year after that, their wedding is in a few weeks and they have twins. This had been a hectic ride for both of them, but they loved it.

(Y/n) yawned and Bertolt chuckled.

"You can go to sleep. You need it." She nodded her head and slowly closed her eyes as the child in her hands and his fell asleep with her.

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I was writing this during school and I almost cried. After this: Tokyo ghoul crossover pt.2