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colossal-regret replied to your post:today’s been a really really bad day
[I’m here! ;A; Do you wanna talk? Or vent? Sleep would be best, but if you can’t then I’ll be up for a little longer!]
thank you honey but i dont know what there is to say
i've already slept a lot today and i dont want to mess up my sleep schedule because it's crummy enough
colossal-regret replied to your post:She takes a deep breath, squeezing her father's hand before crouching down and letting go of the hand to peek under the bed...
*whispers* Why do you get all the precious children? *huff*
omg i dont even know
*smooches*
The skin beneath Bertholdt's lips -- Jean's cheek -- became hot and likely took on a pink hue upon the surprise contact. Though the initial reaction was mild shock, it was almost instantly replaced with a widening smirk and the shorter teen's slender fingers quickly found their way to tangle with his boyfriend's.
"Hey babe."
[✖] the young and the reckless -- reibert high school AU
Bertholdt fidgeted visibly, now, trying his best to throw subtle hints that he needed to leave. He’d gotten pulled into another aid mission which was supposed to take only a few minutes, but was taking longer. Curse his inability to say no. He’d at least mentioned that he had somewhere to be, to which the teacher replied it would just take a second…
Seeing his anxious movements, the woman finally released him to go to his free period. Bertholdt quickly gathered his things and zipped out of the room, long legs carrying him through the halls and eventually out the door. He couldn’t make Reiner wait any longer. Bertholdt already felt bad enough for not texting him, after all, but his phone had died. Who even knew where his charger had gone.
He practically jumped out of his skin at the loud voice in the parking lot, raising a hand over his heart to feel the poor thing racing to catch up with his thoughts as he realized who it was. It seemed Reiner’s all too noticeable air was still about him. He not only stood out in crowds with his charisma alone, but the deeper tone of his voice in an empty parking lot may as well have been thunder in daylight. Out of place, but in an odd way at least it was comforting.
"Have you been out here the whole time?" Bertholdt frowned, moving closer. "You’re going to get sunburn, and then I’ll get stuck rubbing aloe vera all over—……. on your arms and face." He gave a small huff, moving to throw his things in the car. "Beer really isn’t worth watching you suffer through practice and every hit to your burns."
“Aw, relax, will you?” Reiner groaned, waving a hand toward his brunet friend dismissively. But his derisive scowl soon melted into an affection smile. Bertholdt was an anxious wreck, but he was also the blond’s dearest friend. He couldn’t give him too hard of a time, after all. But it was always entertaining to push the lanky boy to his limits.
Amber eyes narrowed mischievously. “Aloe vera, eh?” he teased in a surreptitious voice. “Are you offering me a rub-down, Bertholdt? Because I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested…” Reiner threw his head back and barked in laughter at his companion’s expression. Priceless, as always. Large hands patted the hot expanse of metal beside Reiner, offering a spot on the hood of his car. It was an old, tan Chevrolet Suburban, an oversized car that matched the driver’s sense of self-importance. It comfortably seated seven people (nine if you squeezed two into the trunk), and it was affectionately referred to by his friends as “the Tank,” mainly because Reiner would plow through traffic with maniacal zeal whenever he was behind the wheel. Sure, the cost of gas alone could feed Reiner for a month, but it was worth it. He loved that car, as well as the memories he had managed to forge within it.
“Guess we’ve got a period to kill,” he mused, squinting into the sun. It really was pretty relentless, the way it beat down upon the asphalt. For a moment, he contemplated changing out of his shirt and into his jersey – at least the fabric would breathe more effectively. But this particular garment – along with his pads and helmet – were all thrown indiscriminately somewhere in his back seat, and he deemed himself too lazy to slide off of the hood, amble around the side of the car, and go digging for the damn thing. Nah, he would just endure the heat. If Bertholdt kept his little promise, it would be worth it in the end, huh? Reiner grinned wryly.
“You wanna just hang around here and wait for the guys?” the blond suggested with languid disinterest. “Or we could drive somewhere. Get a bite to eat? Or stop by my place?”
{ ★ 3 }
★ -- "...Reports are done, maps are too. Now, what is there for me to do?" The commander sighed as he walked out of his office, handing a scout a file of documents.
"Please get Hanji to decode this for me..." Armin started walking down the hall, his footsteps echoing in the silence.
colossal-regret replied to your post:no i literally refuse to read that i can force...
[You don’t want sad? <w< I think I know what to do, now.]
i will yell at you if you give me or jean anything but affection u hear me
colossal-regret replied to your post:"You have to check under the bed for monsters," she whispers to her father, pulling the blanket up to her chin and frowning slightly.
[omg Bertl is legit impressed… Not my anon, but I wish I could just—*steals child anon*]
omg
this child anon just got adopted I believe
colossal-regret replied to your post: “I watch 12-rated movies unsupervised.”
*alarmed gasp*
"That's right! And I'm not even twelve!"
