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robinofinashiro · 3 years

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“Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you / I need you here to stay / I broke all my bones that day I found you / crying at the lake.”

request status: OPEN

pairing: bertholdt hoover x fem! reader

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you sat with Annie, throwing her small pieces of napkins as she annoyingly shook her head at you. you had been sitting down, doing absolutely nothing for the last thirty minutes as she tried to study.

“where is everyone? you’re boring me out and I’m like ready to do something!” you exclaimed. she gave you a dead stare before going back to studying, “you’re no fun! i’m getting food. want anything?” you asked her.

she replied with water as you stood up, smacking the back of her head playfully before running away. you made your way to the line with a basket full of your snacks and Annie’s water as your boyfriend finally making his way down the stairs with Reiner.

“long time, no see,” you heard a voice say behind you. you turned around to see someone you felt like you hadn’t saw in centuries, “JAEGER?” you yelled a bit too loudly as you engulfed him into a bone crushing hug, “Eren! i haven’t seen you in forever!” you exclaimed.

he laughed, scratching the back of his head shamefully, “my god, you grew your hair out, you look great!” you complimented, “damn, how is everything with Mikasa? are the two of you still together?” you asked.

Eren nodded, “yeah, we’re going onto our two year anniversary soon. how are you and Bertholdt’s tall ass?” he joked. you playfully pushed him, “we’re great, we’re celebrating four years soon,” you saw Eren’s face change to confusion, “what?” you asked.

Eren found it odd that in the four years both of you were dating, Bertholdt had yet to ask for your hand in marriage.

he shook his head, “nothing, forget it. we need to hang out soon. i bet Mikasa and Armin would be excited to see you again!” you nodded excitedly, giving him your number on a napkin before giving him another hug, “of course, I’ll text you later to see when’s the next time you and the others free!” you said before grabbing your things and leaving.

as you walked away, Bertholdt stared at Eren, feeling as though Eren was basically eye fucking you the entire time you were talking with him. he knew you were friends with the teal eyed boy but he had never saw you so friendly with anyone before.

“something wrong Bert?” Reiner asked. he shook his head, remaining silent, “hey, did you losers finally get out of class?” he asked. Reiner stared at you, before giving you the middle finger, “what was Jaeger doing here?” he asked.

Bertholdt saw your eyes light up instantly, “honestly, no clue but it was nice seeing him!” you said, digging into your muffin, “there’s a part happening tonight, y’all should go,” Reiner asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

you shook your head no, “Bert and I have a date tonight. we’re having our annual movie night tonight,” you said, squeezing Bert’s hand tightly, “but I know Eren’s been interested in hanging out soon so I’ll text him later tonight to see when they’re all free,” you added on.

Bert tightened his grip on your hand at the mention of Eren. you found it a bit odd but thought nothing of it. the rest of the time that all of you were sitting together, Bert didn’t say much. given that he hardly said anything to begin with, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off you. it was like you mesmerized him all over again.

Bertholdt couldn’t help but think of the first time he saw you. that very day was the day he knew he wanted to make you his.

it was the first day of college. you had been moving all of your things into your dorm along you siblings and mother. you were excited to begin this new chapter in your life and although your mom hated the idea that you were sleeping in a co-ed dorm, she was happy that you were finally getting real world experience.

you were sharing a dorm with a girl named Annie. you had only messaged her a few times, getting all her info and social media tags. she was bit on the shyer side, not really saying much when the two of you talked but you knew that she wouldn’t be a bad roommate.

“text us when you’re done getting your dorm together,” your sister reminded you as she placed the box on the floor. you went the front desk, saying the rest of your goodbyes when you felt someone accidentally hit you.

your siblings immediately asked if you were okay, “I-I’m so sorry,” you heard a timid voice say behind you. you turned around to face the tallest person you had ever met, “you’re okay, don’t worry about it!” you said with a smile plastered on your face.

his blond friend next to him laughed, “i think you’re our friends roommate! Annie is the girl right?” he asked. you nodded yes, “do you know her?” you asked them. you saw as the tall boy tried to stutter out an answer but didn’t, “yeah, we all went to high school together and managed to get into same college as well. I’m Reiner and this is my friend Bertholdt,” he introduced.

you introduced yourself as your siblings told you they were heading out, them not failing to make you embarrassed as they warned you about not getting any crazy ideas while you were away.

“we’ll walk you to your dorm if you don’t mind,” Reiner said. you gave them a smile as they pressed the elevator door, “not talkative, are you Bert?” you jokingly asked him. Reiner laughed at his reaction, “not really. we’re lucky if we get any words out of him and we’ve known him for years,” Reiner replied.

you laughed, poking Bert’s side, “well, I guess I’ll just make it my mission to make you talk,” you told him. by the time you reached your dorm and opened it, you heard Annie groan from seeing them.

“don’t tell me you’ve already made friends with them?” she asked you. you nodded yes, “great, now that’s going to give them a reason to be here even more,” she complained, “but now that you’re here, be useful with something and help me get something out of my car,” Annie stated, grabbing the blond by the arm.

Bertholdt felt himself getting nervous, realizing that he was going to left alone with you. once the door slammed shut, Bertholdt ran his sweaty palms against his pants, not really knowing what to do or say.

“so Bertholdt, you usually this awkward?” you joked again. he stared at you for a moment before feeling a blush cross his face, “uh, y-yeah, making friends isn’t as easy for me as it is for Reiner,” he explained. you gave him a look, with a small smirk playing at your lips.

he felt his heart stop suddenly. yeah, he had felt nervous before but this was a feeling he had never felt before. even the tiniest of smiles made his heart race and even being at close proximity with you made him sweaty.

wait. was this the feeling Reiner kept telling him about?

was this the feeling of actually liking someone? Bertholdt had really never liked someone before. given that many people thought that him and Annie would make a great couple, Annie had never saw Bert in that way and vice versa.

finally pulling back into reality, he stared down at you before giving you the tiniest of smiles, “what has you happy all of a sudden?” you asked. he shook his head, “n-nothing,” he replied.

later on that night, you were prepping the things the both of you needed for your movie night. you usually tended to Bert in your bed, basically attached to him like a koala as he held you close to his chest.

whenever the two of you cuddled, you were usually cuddled into him shirtless. he knew you liked his physique, he was tall, very built, and lean so whenever the chance presented itself, you would make him take his shirt off so the two of you cuddle ‘correctly’ as you liked to say.

you heard a knock on your door, realizing that it was Bertholdt and ran to it. you gave him a smile, placing a kiss on his lips before letting him in. Bert on the other hand had other plans and bent down for another kiss, quickly making it steamier than usual.

“where did that come from?” you asked a bit flustered, “just wanted to kiss ya,” he replied, making a beeline to your room. you followed as he had basically dragged you in there, crawling into bed as quickly as possible.

you grabbed the remote for your tv as the two of you got to scrolling through the movie lists. it didn’t take long until the two of you finally found a movie, settling with watching ‘Singing’ in the Rain’, one of your favorite movies.

for about an hour, you were engrossed with watching the movie, making side comments about how cute the couple was.

“what has you so affection tonight, Hoover?” you asked, your fingers dancing along his chest. he nervously touched the suede maroon box in his shorts as you remained silent, “I wanna ask you something,” he mentioned a bit quieter than usual.

you gave him a concern look, “you’re not breaking up with me, are you? you’ve been acting really weird since I spoke with Eren earlier today and if you got any implication-,” Bert cut you off with a kiss, surprising you completely, “it’s nothing like that, relax,” he said.

reaching into his pocket, he gripped the box almost feeling like his knuckles would turn white. you had covered yourself with the blanket, feeling the cold hit you. finally, Bert gripped your chin as a million thoughts ran in his head. he knew this was the next step in your relationship and oddly enough, he didn’t feel nervous at all.

“marry me,” Bert whispered as he opened the box and showed the ring. you felt your heart stop in its tracks as you gazed at the ring for a moment before looking to Bertholdt again, “really?” you asked, feeling tears spring into your eyes, “yes, of course Bertholdt,” you exclaimed as you tackled him into a kiss.

‘You Were Meant For Me’ was playing in the background as Bertholdt pulled away and took the ring out of its box to place on your shaky hand. you couldn’t stop gazing at the ring as Bert wiped a tear from your face.

“Reiner is the only one who knew I was going to do this tonight and although he wanted me to give this big elaborate speech, you know that really isn’t my style.”

you didn’t say anything back, jumping onto Bert again and kissing him, this time a lot steamier than usual. he was caught off guard but didn’t mind where you were going with this and let you continue what you were doing.

“we can call everyone tomorrow. i want to spend the rest of the night with you,” Bert whispered into your ear, as he started to remove your tank top, “I couldn’t agree more Mr.Hoover,” you said smiling.

Bert for the first in what felt like a long time smiled harder than he ever had before, “I appreciate it, Mrs.Hoover. Mrs.( your name ) Hoover,” he said back. you felt your smile get even brighter before nervously giggling at hearing those words coming from him.

you knew that everyone from Annie and up to your siblings would freak out about the news, but later that night after everything was said and done, both you and Bert sent a photo too Reiner. your hand was being held by Bertholdt as he showed the ring off to him with both your smiles plastered on your face.

#attack on titan #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin imagine #shingeki no kyojin x reader #snk #bertholdt hoover #bertholdt imagine #bertholdt x reader #bertholdt hoover imagine #anime #anime imagines #anime imagine

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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what if papa kyo’s kid didn’t make it through the 1st selection ?

Ooooh, bby. Hope you like it. 💜✨

To make things more painful, why not take a look at Chapter 69, page 16 when y’all are done with this. 😂

Also, I have a lot of thirsty anon asks in my inbox, but I’ll get to them tomorrow— bc I am stumped from everything that happened today. All good things, tho. Sorry, bbys! 🥺

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Final Selection (SFW Scenario):

Warnings: Angst, Character Death, So Many Feels

“Remember all of the breathing techniques I taught you. Keep your total concentration breathing going and-” Kyōjurō couldn’t even finish his sentence, as his eldest son nodded along to humor him— before cutting him off.

“Remember to always keep my heart ablaze.”

The former Flame Hashira chuckled at Renjurō’s cheeky answer, then proceeded to pull him in for a hug; one that had the young boy squirming away from his father, in an attempt to save face in front of his younger siblings.

Meanwhile, the gaggle of toddlers all patiently waiting their turn to hug their brother hung around by the father-son duo’s feet. They had to be on their best behavior, lest their mother punish them for being rowdy on such an important day.

“Kyō, if you don’t let go of Renjurō he’ll be late for the final selection,” (Y/n)’s gentle voice cut through the silence, which had all six pairs of eerily similar eyes turning to her.

Damn her husband and his Rengoku genes; all their kids we basically carbon copies of him; down to their trademark eyebrows— except Ran.

The little girl, thankfully, got her mother’s eyebrows; as opposed to her father’s robust and forked eyebrows. She would have still been pretty, but (Y/n) preferred to see her only daughter with a set of normal features on her face.

Because, as it was, her husband’s face screamed ‘look at me’. He was undeniably handsome, but some people also tended to let their stares linger too much.

Then, as soon as the Rengoku patriarch unfolded his arms from around his eldest child, all his other kids moved in to tackle their brother into a group hug.

The kids were quiet for once, no one daring to break the solemnity of their goodbye. But their silence had more to do with the fact that all of them were trying to keep their tears from falling.

“Look after otou-san and okaa-san while I’m gone, okay?” Renjurō tried to keep his voice even, but failed when his gaze landed on his youngest sibling— and his only sister, Ran.

Ran clung on to his hakama tightly, as if she never wanted to let go; and it broke not only her brother’s heart, but her parents’ too.

Slowly, Kyōjurō pulled his daughter away from his eldest son, before picking her up and rubbing her back in a soothing manner. And, as if on pure instinct, the little girl hugged her father’s neck and began to wail so pitifully.

“I’ll be back soon, Ran-chan!”

(Y/n) had tried to merely look on, so as not to keep her child from being late on his journey— but the sight of the unshed tears in his eyes, as well as the worried furrow in his brows had her crossing the short distance between them, just so she could engulf him in a hug.

It was the first time that he was going to leave their home, and it was safe to say that she was worried as hell— both she and Kyōjurō were, even though the latter had already reassured her that their son would be fine.

Because Renjurō had the makings of a future Hashira, just like his father and grandfather had been.

However, instead of fighting his mother’s hug, the young boy seemed to relish in it, before pulling her mother down into a crouch— so he could press a kiss against her forehead.

Just as he’d seen his father always do before he left on missions.

“I’ll see all of you soon, okaa-san.”

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It was highly unfair of him to do so, but Kyōjurō had sent his crow to look after his son. Day by day, he would wait for the crow impatiently out on the engawa; even though he knew that there would be no news until the seventh day.

“Otou-san.” The tiny chorus of voices made the former Hashira look up from where he was reading his book, and when he saw his kids, he immediately made a mental note of what page he was on— before setting the book down beside him.

“When’s Ren-aniki coming home?” Eijurō, one of the twins and the second oldest out of his brood, asked softly.

At that question, all four of his children began spouting their own sentiments— ranging from blatant excitement, down to abject worry. And when the kids only got louder, he raised his hands up to silence them.

Immediately, the kids all went quiet; which he took as his cue to stretch his arms out on either side of him and beckon them into a makeshift hug.

“Your aniki will be home soon, okay? He’s going to slay all those demons— cut their heads off without batting an eye!” He narrated as enthusiastically as he could, even though he felt his stomach drop after he’d mentioned Renjurō being home soon.

Still, he kept the smile plastered on to his face, so as not to make his children anymore worried than they already were.

“He’ll be home soon. Just be patient, okay?” The words left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, which had his happy façade faltering. It was just a good thing that the kids had been too absorbed with snuggling against him that they failed to notice the worried look in their father’s eyes.

Later that night, the ill feeling in the former Hashira’s stomach still didn’t cease. No matter how hard he tried to will himself to sleep, he simply couldn’t do so.

And that left him tossing and turning around, all night long.

It wasn’t as if (Y/n) wasn’t used to having her husband practically try to kick her out of the futon throughout the night, but his restlessness set a different tone in the air; one that clued the young woman in to the fact that something wasn’t right.

She’d thought that it was just her being a worrywart, but it seemed to be something else entirely— if even her husband was feeling it.

“What’s wrong, Kyō?” She asked softly, as she sat upright to check up on the blond next to her.

“Something is just-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence, as the flapping of wings cut through the eerie silence that night; it was as if the world was at a complete standstill, because not even the crickets made any noise.

Immediately, the couple scrambled over to the window to see what Kyōjurō’s crow could want at that time of the night.

Only, when (Y/n)’s eyes landed on the torn and bloody piece of cloth in the bird’s talons, a quiet yet hefty sob left her lips. Her entire body felt cold and, if it weren’t for her hold on the window sill, she would have crashed down on the floor.

Still, her knees had grown too weak to support her, that she found herself crouching down— as she clung to the lip of the window with all her might.

“No. No, no, no, no,” She repeated over and over in a whisper, closing her eyes and willing everything to be a bad dream.

And when the crow eventually landed on the window, Kyōjurō could only stare numbly at the torn piece of his son’s kimono. He didn’t even have to check if it was Renjurō’s, because he would know his wife’s embroidery anywhere.

She had painstakingly decorated their son’s final selection kimono with the trademark Rengoku flames, as he’d wanted to look ‘just like otou-san’ with them.

Slowly, with a shaky hand, the former Hashira took the tattered cloth in his hand— unmindful of the blood that stained his skin. His throat felt so tight, and his heart felt like it was breaking in his chest— steadily getting pulverized into nothing more than dust with the pain he felt; yet he could do nothing but get down on his knees and cradle his wife against his chest.

Because he had no one to blame but himself. He had tried to get his son to follow in his footsteps, and he had led him to his demise.

“Renjurō,” Kyōjurō uttered with a sob, only to be followed by more and more pitiful tears— because it was all he could do then.

He could only cry in misery, because he was never getting his son back.

For all eternity.

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preciousmetals0 · 4 years

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The Great Senate Make-or-Break; Elon Hyperventilates

The Great Senate Make-or-Break; Elon Hyperventilates:

Friday Four Play: The “Corona Conundrum” Edition

Last week, I was looking forward to getting out of the house, having my family home, hanging out with friends … you know, typical weekend stuff.

My, how things change in a week.

But the lifestyle of your fearless Great Stuff leader isn’t the only thing that underwent a drastic change this week. Have you seen the latest coronavirus relief bill working its way through the Senate?

Now, I don’t usually get political — if you could see my inbox, you’d know why — but this latest bill is groundbreaking and provocative in many ways … a watershed moment of terror or joy, depending on your side of the aisle.

It includes much of what you’d expect: $50 billion for the airline industry, $150 billion for other ailing industries … you know, typical relief bill stuff.

But then, it takes a hard, unexpected turn. For instance, the bill proposes a cap on CEO compensation for two years for all companies receiving bailout money … and another two-year limit on raises for all employees making $425,000 or more.

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg…

The bill hints at potential government ownership in those companies. It may prohibit bailed-out companies from stock buybacks — indefinitely. It also proposes paying $1,200 to every American.

What’s even more shocking? The plan appears to have initial support from President Trump and Senate Republicans.

I have a sneaking suspicion that the Senate’s unexpected twist at least partly comes from the airline industry spending billions on stock buybacks … and then requesting a bailout.

I’m keenly interested in what you think about all this … email us at [email protected] to let us know!

Finally, before we get to today’s hottest stories, a few words of caution on any U.S. government relief checks:

The government won’t ask you to pay anything upfront to get this money. No fees. No charges. No nothing.

The government won’t call to ask for your Social Security number, bank account or credit card number. Anyone who does this is a scammer.

These checks haven’t been approved yet. Anyone who tells you they can get you the money now is a scammer.

And now for something completely different … here’s your Friday Four Play:

No. 1: Strike Hard, Strike Fast…

No mercy! No, dear readers, we’re not joining Cobra Kai. We’re talking about cybersecurity firm CrowdStrike Holdings Inc. (Nasdaq: CRWD).

This morning, the company announced a narrower-than-expected quarterly loss and greater-than-expected quarterly revenue. So many expectations … so many expectations!

It gets better…

CrowdStrike also put earnings and revenue above Wall Street’s targets for the current quarter and the 2021 fiscal year. It seems that, with everyone working from home now, cybersecurity has become an even bigger imperative for all.

“The CEO noted that the competitive landscape has never looked better, due in part to disruption at Symantec (SYMC), but also based on CrowdStrike’s cloud-based model vs. legacy security vendors,” said RBC Capital analyst Matthew Hedberg.

Hedberg used to like CrowdStrike … he still does, but he used to, too.

We’ve been bullish on the company since January 8, when CRWD became a Great Stuff Pick. The stock is down a bit since our recommendation, but this coronavirus lockdown should allow CRWD and its cloud-based security strategy to truly shine.

No. 2: Exasperated With Elon

Always a firebrand, Tesla Inc.’s (Nasdaq: TSLA) CEO Elon Musk is on the verge of yet another PR debacle.

Earlier this week, Musk tweeted out: “We will make ventilators if there is a shortage.” The outcry for ventilators after this tweet was nothing short of epic. Even New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio joined in to plead for Tesla to start churning out ventilators:

New York City is buying!

Our country is facing a drastic shortage and we need ventilators ASAP — we will need thousands in this city over the next few weeks. We’re getting them as fast as we can but we could use your help!

We’re reaching out to you directly.

Honestly, this isn’t something to screw around with, Elon. If you can help … help! Let’s hope this doesn’t turn into another “funding secured” moment.

In other news, Tesla finally relented on keeping its California production plants open. Starting Monday, Tesla will suspend production at its Fremont, California, factory. While this may seem altruistic, the move only comes after Alameda County declared that Tesla was “not an essential business.”

Once again, Tesla bats a thousand in the PR department.

No. 3: Oh Bother … Boeing

More woes arrived today for beleaguered Boeing Co. (NYSE: BA).

With business tanking due to the coronavirus and the still-unresolved 747 Max 8 issues, Boeing is reportedly considering worker layoffs, cutting its dividend and suspending production of some wide-body aircraft to conserve capital.

Boeing also requested $60 billion in bailout cash. As you might’ve guessed from today’s opener, U.S. lawmakers aren’t happy about this at all … and neither are some of Boeing’s board members.

Former U.N. Ambassador Nikki Haley resigned from the company’s board yesterday over the bailout request.

“I cannot support a move to lean on the federal government for a stimulus or bailout that prioritizes our company over others and relies on taxpayers to guarantee our financial position,” Haley said in her resignation letter.

Surprisingly, BA stock rallied more than 5% despite this flood of negative news. I would’ve thought that the mere suggestion of slashing its dividend would send Boeing crashing back to earth.

We’re trading in strange times indeed.

No. 4: Hey GameStop, Just Stop

While virtually every other retail location is closing up shop to help stop the spread of COVID-19, GameStop Corp. (NYSE: GME) is staying open.

In a memo obtained by video game news site Kotaku, GameStop argued that it’s “essential retail,” putting it in league with pharmacies and grocery stores.

Due to the products we carry that enable and enhance our customers’ experience in working from home, we believe GameStop is classified as essential retail and therefore is able to remain open during this time.

As a lifelong gamer myself, let me just say that this is inexcusable. It puts GameStop employees in danger and does nothing to limit the spread of COVID-19.

If this is what GameStop has to do to survive just a little bit longer as a company … maybe it shouldn’t?

A little bit longer is all that GameStop has. The company is on its way out. Digital downloads and online shopping will eventually completely take over the video game market. The next generation of video game consoles will speed this up considerably — mark my words.

GameStop isn’t prepared for this. In fact, it’s in denial, as evidenced by the “essential retail” remarks. If it were so “essential,” GameStop wouldn’t keep missing revenue targets, closing stores and searching for ways to remain relevant.

Sure, there will be opportunities for investors to skim some cash off GME until the company finally collapses. But I give GameStop another five years — at most — before it goes the way of Blockbuster.

Great Stuff: Quarantine Essentials

If GameStop now counts as “quarantine essential” … y’all can’t make fun of my “preemptive” stockpile in the bourbon bunker.

Hey, we all have our ways to get through this — the newest Animal Crossing and Doom games for some, and that delectable Kentuckian ambrosia for me. (Remember: If it ain’t from Kentucky … it ain’t bourbon. I don’t care what anyone else says.)

Yet, as we head into this weekend, one thing we can all agree on is this: We have to keep the positivity alive.

Yes, things will get rough … but don’t let uncertainty drive you away from investing in your future. You’re a Great Stuff reader — you have the best experts on pandemic investing right here at Banyan Hill.

We won’t let you go fearful into that good night.

We will help you rage against the dying of the light!

If there’s one thing you can always count on — viral markets be damned! — it’s that experts like Paul Mampilly are always thinking ahead to find the best opportunities possible.

For times like these, Paul’s “Strong Hands” approach is crucial. Huge, world-changing mega trends (such as 5G, precision medicine and the Internet of Things) won’t die to the viral panic.

Just be sure to stay healthy and wash those Strong Hands first…

Click here to learn more about Paul Mampilly’s vision for a new, rebuilt America 2.0.

Now let’s head into the weekend, chins — and bourbon glasses — held high!

And, if you’re looking for some meme-y market entertainment while stuck in your house, Great Stuff has you covered. Just follow us on Facebook and Twitter!

Until next time, good trading!

Regards,

Joseph Hargett

Editor, Great Stuff

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goldira01 · 4 years

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