"Eren..." she begged, "please help me man." she put her hands together and followed him to wherever he was going.

"Damn it (y/n)..." he sighed and stopped walking. "what do you want me to do?" he turned to face her.

"I don't know, it's so difficult to approach him, since he's quiet and all." she pouted. "I don't want to shock him. What would you do if you were in a position like this?" she put a hand to her head.

"If I liked Bertholdt?" he pointed to himself.

"No, Eren." she sighed in annoyance, "What would you do if you liked someone who was quiet and hard to approach?" she basically gave up on him.

"Well I would probably take them somewhere private and share my feelings with that person," now she was getting somewhere. "Since they're quiet and all, maybe they would like it quiet or something." he scratched his head. Eren was a smart kid, but when it comes to relationships, he was quite dense and it was very much pronouced.

"Can you help me with that?" she put her hands together again. "Please?"

"Okay," he said. "but we're going to need Armin's help for this."

Both went to ask for Armin's aid in his room that afternoon.

"What? You like-" she covered his mouth before he could say it. His name muffled under her palm.

"Yeah, can you help me plan, please Armin?" she said, putting a finger to her mouth, gesturing for him to quiet down.

"Have you talked to him?" he asked, quieter this time.

"Well.. small talk. Like, 'hey Bert! How's it going?' or 'lovely weather we're having,' or 'this bread is stale, isn't it?' you know, like the usual stuff." she bit her bottom lip, supressing her embarrassment from the lack of game she had.

Armin looked at Eren who shrugged and began thinking, "Alright, lets, get started." he clasped his hands together and walked across the room to where he could get pen and paper. He sat down on the floor and the two sat along with him, forming a circle. Mikasa knocked on the door, and went in and helped along with the planning.

"So, (y/n), we're going to tell Bertholdt that we're going to have a small get together in the forest by the cliff that overlooks the river to hang out." Armin started, showing his capability of thinking quickly and effectively. She listened attentively to his plot, "Do you remember, Eren? That river that he and Reiner showed us?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I remember. It's the perfect spot," he grinned.

"Then we aren't actually going to be there, so when he does come, act surprised that it's just the two of you, and act mad that you might have been pranked." he stroked his chin, thinking of every possible way this plan could go wrong.

"So we absolutely cannot see anything that will happen?" Mikasa broke in.

"No, unfortunately we wont be able to see this whole thing unfold." he replied.

"When are you doing this?" Eren asked.

"She'll be doing it tomorrow." Armin said, looking at (y/n).

Her face turned mortified, "What?! Armin, no. I can't do this tomorrow. I'm not ready!" she waved her hands.

"Well, you did want to do it," Mikasa added, "so better get it over with sooner than later."

Her face turned red, there was no way she could do it tomorrow.

"Okay, meeting disbanded." Armin clasped his hands together and got up from the floor. "Remember, stick to the plan, (y/n)."

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She was hardly able to sleep that night, thinking about how telling him she liked him would turn out. She became paranoid, thinking that if it didn't turn out correctly, the cliff was the perfect place to jump off of. Or that she could just "not go" and hide in the bushes to admire him from far away.

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"Ahhhh...." she paced to herself by the cliff, practicing the words she was about to say 15 minutes before they were supposed to meet. It was night time, and no one could see into or out of the forest surrounding the cliff. The river was down below, mimicking the glimmer of the moon.

"Hey, Bertholdt. How's it going.." she shook her head and hit herself in the head. "No, you idiot, that's not it... Damn I wish Armin planned out my confession too." she kept pacing nervously, her legs shaking with each step.

"Hey, Bertholdt, lovely weather we're having."

"Hey Bertholdt, does this bread seem stale to you?"

"Hey, Bertholdt, how do you feel about our crippling government?"

"God, no, no, no, no, what the hell am I thinking? I need to take this seriously, I'm seriously not getting anywhere." she frantically scratched her head, nearly messing her hair up.

She paused to start all over again, "Okay." she exhaled and started pacing once again, but slower.

"Hey Bertholdt... I kinda got people to invite you to come here for some small 'get together' or something.. Well, I kinda lied about that as you can see that it's just the two of us, and not much of a get together." she sighed.

"I'm sorry for lying, but there's just something that I've been dying to confess to you... blah blah... and the reason that I haven't done so sooner is because I feel like you're a really quiet person and to be quite honest, I'm scared of approaching you." she started pumping her hands infront of her.

"okay, this is good, this is good so far.." she continued, "I think you're really cute, so pleaaaaaase beeeeee myyy boyfrieeeenddd" she sang the last part, gaining confidence to actually do it.

"Okay, I just need to be confident and pull it off well when the time comes." she started swaying and inhaling and exhaling quickly, keeping her adrenaline controllable.

"I kinda like the last one," a voice from the forest startled her. She turned around, to see Bertholdt leaning by a tree.

"Shit!" she squeaked to herself, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god, you weren't supposed to hear that." she swatted her hands as he came near her.

"It... It kinda sounded like it was meant for me, (y/n). I heard my name, sorry, I shouldn't have been sneaking around like that." he lightly chuckled, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"H-how long have you been standing there?" her eyebrows forrowed with worry.

"Quite a while," he lightly smiled, still looking away, "I- I thought it was really nice of you to say that about me- the last part. My favourite was the part you sang." he apprehensively smiled.

She blushed, "I..." her jaw remained open, like an unhinged mailbox.

"I think you're really cute too, (y/n)" he continued.

"S-so, this means-" she nervously replied.

"It would be great.. to be your boyfriend, (y/n)," he looked down at his hands. "S- sorry, it's just... I'm not really good with girls or anything like that..."

She cupped his cheeks and made him look right into her eyes even though he was too shy to.

"It's okay, Bertholdt. But now that we're dating, you have to get used to looking into my eyes when we talk." she pursed her lips and he nodded.

She leaned in, pulling him down by the back of his neck, still tip toeing. He wrapped his hands around her waist.

She could tell he was nervous from the fact that she could feel him trembling in his hands.

"Are you nervous?" she leaned back.

"Heh, yeah. Sorry." he tried to grin. She pulled away and held his hand.

"Don't worry," she reassured him, "take your time." she sat down on the grass and patted the grass beside her.

He sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, sharing his warmth with her.

"So, no one really was supposed to come today?" he asked.

She nodded at him and pursed her lips, "Yeah... I kinda got Armin to tell you about tonight and not to actually go."

He lightly chuckled, "It's fine, I don't mind this at all. Infact, I'm enjoying my time."

She nodded and looked down onto her shirt, playing with the buttons. He took a lot deep breaths, swaying along with his shoulder. She looked up at him and cupped his cheeks once again.

"Here, I'll leave you one now until you're actually ready," she said, pulling him closer and giving him a small peck on the forehead.

"What part did you hear from my practicing?" she asked him.

"Everything. I heard everything." he replied.

(A/N) hey reader! here is my BertlxReader thing
sorry its not perfect and such, I suck butts at these
anyway, thank you for reading!