#hitch dreyse head canons

[kai-uh-arcadian]

OMG! Hi guys! Long time no see, I’ve been at college— woohoo!!! Senior year!!! Last semester!!!!

I suddenly got really passionate about this stuff so please

please

Please

Please!

Send me Pieck x Reader or Hitch x Reader writing prompts! I wanna hear your ideas!

Also! Keep reading my old stuff!!!

Thank you (:

xoxo K

Ps I missed you

#pieck finger x reader #pieck x reader #pieck finger #hitch dreyse #hitch x reader #hitch dreyse head canons #aot pieck #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan

[leonhardt-simp]

The AOT girls + Hange’s favorite part of you.

[canon/modern]

I wanted to take a mini break from nsfw, we are back with the fluff ✨

my requests for hcs are open ! reblogs are welcomed ! also don’t be afraid to send in some hcs of your own. I got another hc list in the works too, please look forward to it !

Annie Leonhardt: She adores your eyes. Annie finds your eyes honest, she just loves how you look at her. Your eyes always give away emotion and she just loves it. I believe Annie is a person who thinks eye contact is very intimate between you both. So whenever you’re sitting across the room from her and she stares at you. If you return her glance and make a little smile at her, she finds the little butterflies she gets in her tummy the best feeling in the world. Whether you're crying or smiling, your eyes will always just be something she loves.

Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa loves your voice. She could listen to it for hours, tell her about how your day was or something you're interested in! She finds your voice like a sense of home to her, she could fall asleep to it sometimes. She enjoys it when you both cuddle and you just whisper lovely things to her, gently rubbing her back. During lectures whenever you interacted with her friends, she would just stare lovingly not even paying attention. Armin calls her the whipped daydreamer now.

Sasha Braus: This girl likes how you laugh. She often makes really stupid jokes around her friends so whenever one sticks and gets you laughing, she's in absolute awe and blushes a little. Connie makes fun of her cause sometimes if you both are laughing she will just stop and watch you. If you are ticklish then my God, expect random tickle fights from this girl.

Historia Reiss: Hisu loves your hands whether they are chubby or skinny, it doesn't matter. She just loves seeing you write, make gestures with them, and holding them. She is always holding your hand, doesn't matter where you both are. Hisu just enjoys contact with you, she has always been a very touchy lover. If you can't hold her hand then she will move her hand to rest on your lower back. You can't escape this woman's touch.

Ymir: Ymir loves your lips, whenever you kiss her or smile at her, her eyes will always soften up and pull you in for more kisses. Smiles at her leave her in awe just like Sasha, she is thankful to see them whenever you find her in a crowd or haven't seen her in a bit. She enjoys playfully pinching your cheeks as well whenever you tease her about getting flustered. Ymir loves you a lot though, so your teasing gets a pass. Her favorite kisses are at night whenever you decide to stay over, they are always slow, loving, and light. These kisses always leave her lightheaded in a good way.

Hitch Dreyse: This woman loves your hair. Whenever you both are comfortably resting against each other, she will just play with it, twirling it around her finger. She places kisses on your face and massages your scalp. Always willing to help you cut it! She just admires you whenever you need to style it. Your waist is another aspect she loves about you, she will always have her hand there whenever you both are out in public.

Pieck Finger: Pieck loves how you hold her, she sometimes has to keep you off of her otherwise she will fall asleep in your arms by accident. One time she fell asleep during your picnic with her, didn't mean to but with how you were holding her- she couldn't help herself. Problems simply wash away once she gets into your arms. Pieck whenever she wants your arms around her, will guide them to hug her.

Yelena: Yelena has always found your thighs to be her home. Whenever she wants to rest, you always offer your lap to her, and there she goes moving to use your lap as her pillow. If you pet her hair while she rests there it just makes the experience 100x better. Her hands always rest on one of your thighs whenever you both are out together. Sometimes she will fall asleep between them, her head resting on your belly and your thighs around her waist, it's her heaven.

Hange Zoë: They find your ears to be their favorite, they just enjoy randomly leaning onto you and grabbing one to lightly massage it or pull it slightly. They worry if you randomly get a piercing though, they never had their ears pierced. They never really had this habit before, so you both just kind of agreed that it was something only you both do. Levi doesn't understand, and when he witnessed it he thought Hange had some weird fetish but nope. Whenever you both cuddle, they always just play with one. You grow used to it after a while.

#yelena x reader #annie leonhardt x reader #annie x reader #historia reiss x reader #historia x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x reader #pieck finger x reader #pieck x reader #ymir x reader #hange zoe x reader #hange x reader #sasha braus x reader #sasha x reader #aot headcanons #aot x reader

[aremie]

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄 ❞ ( EREN JAEGER X FEM. READER ) CH 2: SETTLING IN THE NEW REALITY.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ;; Eren is dead, your friends are dead, Annie and Armin are probably starting a new life together, Levi and Mikasa are hiding together somewhere, and you are left alone. Left alone in misery, you try to bring Eren and your friends back to life by abusing the extent of your abilities.

𝗮 / 𝗻 ;; this is inspired by wandavision, some aot manga spoilers, ending is different, eren is crystalized, reader, eren and almost everyone twenty one here.

𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿 ;; reader has abilities like wanda maximoff, you have powers like chaos magic, manga spoilers, don't read if you don't want to be spoiled. Different ending from the manga.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. ;; this fanfic has a different ending from the manga. eren is crystalized in this one, annie and armin are living their lives before their time is up, mikasa and levi are both in hiding and you are left alone. (this is canon-divergence with a little sci-fi in this.) titans are still existent. Everyone is 21 years old. PART ONE here.

"SO WHY'D YOU join the program?" Annie Leonhart, a warrior candidate, finally spoke up after being silent for days.

"I joined due to my father forcing me to. He said that if i didn't, i would disgrace my family." You softly whispered, you didn't know anyone here and was too shy to interact with anyone.

"Oh." The blonde apathetically responded.

"What about you? Why'd you join?" You asked, being curious about the blonde's backstory.

You waited for her answer which took a few minutes for her to respond. She might have dealt with traumatic things, you thought.

"I joined for my father." She said.

"Ah." It was quiet for ten minutes but it wasn't an eerie type of silence. It was more of a comfortable silence than anything.

"My name is Annie. Annie Leonhart." She said, lifting her hand for you to shake. You smiled, immediately shaking her hand. "I'm [Y/N]. [Y/N] [L/N]."

"[L/N]? Like the House of [L/N]?" Annie asked, looking a bit shocked while you just nodded. "So that's why your father expected a lot from you." She lowly said.

"Mhm." There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you two just sat there.

At least you made a friend, right?

"Y/N? ARE YOU alright?" Your dear boyfriend, Eren asked while you were still on bed due to just waking up. "I'm alright." You responded as you slowly got up.

"Are you sure? You were crying while asleep. Do you wanna talk about it? Armin used to tell me that to feel better, you have to talk it out with the one you love." Eren asked once again, getting worried.

There. Right there. Armin's name was enough to pull your sanity back to reality. A reality where Eren was dead, Jean and Connie are mindless titans, Armin and Annie are building a new life together, Levi is probably in hiding with Mikasa and you were left alone.

You wanted to live in denial. You needed to live in denial. You wished that you were as careless when you were a child. Back when you didn't have anything to worry about. Back with Reiner, Annie and Bertholdt. Back with Porco, Pieck and the others.

You wished that you didn't join the warrior program. You wished you disgraced the family. You wished that you were never experimented on and never get this power.

But at the same time, you wished for a peaceful life with Eren. If you never joined the program, then you would have never met Eren or Annie. Or even your closest friends.

"Y/N?"

Eren's voice brought you back to reality. No, not in reality but the reality you have made. "Hmm?" You hummed as you got out of bed.

As if the earlier scene never happened, Eren grinned and hugged you which surprised you a little bit. "Eren, are you alright?" You asked as he continued hugging you. Softening up, you hugged him back but still wondered why he was hugging you.

"I love you." He softly spoke as he nuzzled his head to your neck. Smiling, you kissed his forehead and responded, "I love you too, darling. But would you mind telling me what is up?"

Eren grumbled, but still responded. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Do you wanna talk about it? Armin used to tell me that to feel better, you have to talk it out with your lover." You repeated his words, but due to you rewinding reality, it never happened.

"Its just that. . ." Eren tried to speak up but couldn't find the right words.

"Just what?" You asked him, getting worried.

"I— I don't know. I feel trapped. Like i'm enslaved and stuck. I think something's wrong, [Y/N]." He admitted.

Rewrite.

"Its just that. . ." Eren tried to speak up but couldn't find the right words.

"Just what?" You asked him, getting worried.

"I— I don't know. I'm just worried that once we build a family, i won't be able to give us the things we need." He admitted, sighing in defeat as he laid his head down onto your lap.

You smiled softly and looked at him. "We're not yet married and you're already worrying about that?" You asked sarcastically. I mean, you were right, he hasn't proposed to you yet.

"Well, i know but—" You cut Eren off by kissing him softly. He was surprised but then kissed you back lovingly.

Maybe it's not that bad to stay in denial and live in this fake reality until the final days of your life.

"Your Majesty, there's something wrong in Shiganshina, its urgent!" One of the royal guards yelled as they ran towards the queen. Historia, being oblivious to what was happening then turned around to see five royal guards tired and sweating.

"What? What's wrong?" Historia asked hastily, not knowing why the guards were panting and sweating heavily.

"Its— Its Shiganshina, we can't seem to enter the town and even if we tried, we would get thrown away by an invisible thing! Hitch Dreyse tried to do it but disappeared!" One of the guards explained.

Historia felt nervous. What was she supposed to do? An invisible barrier banishing people out? It seemed ridiculous but she knew that they wouldn't lie to her and so she decided.

"Take me there."

"SO TELL ME, where exactly are you going?" You asked him, helping him tie his hair into a bun.

"I found a job as a doctor near our house and i need money to buy a rin—" Eren stopped himself while you just looked at him curiously.

"Money to buy a what?" You asked him, crossing your arms.

"Money to buy us food, darling!" He immediately answered. "Besides, we wouldn't be able to survive if i don't work. How could we buy the food we need if i don't work?" Eren reasoned.

"Uh, Magic?" You said. Your humor was always shitty but you were somehow saying the truth.

Eren just sighed as he kissed your forehead. "I'm heading to work." He said while you squinted your eyes.

"Alright then. See you, Love you." You said, getting curious about what he was intending to do.

"Love you too! I'll make sure to bring something home!" He lovingly said as he went to his workplace.

That was weird, you thought.

Once you were about to sit down, you heard a knock on the door. You sighed. You're not gonna get a break until the end of the day. Walking to the door, you were shocked to see a certain someone.

"Heya [N/N]!" The woman in your doorstep said.

The woman was Hitch Dreyse.

"So why can't you enter this?" Historia asked as they were all near the town that was isolated.

"Nobody knows. Some say that it had some invisible barrier. Not to mention, all civilians that lives in Shiganshina are also stuck in there." One of the guards said.

"So all civilians that lived here are also stuck in this thing?" Historia asked, feeling dread and sadness. She failed as a Queen. What was she gonna do now?

"Mhm. They are either dead or stuck there. Nobody knows. The only one who entered the town was Hitch Dreyse and none of us have heard of her wellbeing for two weeks." The guard explained.

Historia nodded and told the guard to continue as she tried touching the electrical barrier. The guards noticed and tried to stop her but before they could, she disappeared suddenly.

The guards then immediately freaked out and took out their firearms. "Your highness?!"

None of them knew that their Queen Historia was stuck in a reality that her friend had created.

#attack on titan #aot #eren yeager #attack on titan x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger #snk #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x reader #angst #attack on titan x reader headcanons #snk angst

[meikuree]

the centre cannot hold

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Hitch Dreyse & Annie Leonhart Characters: Annie Leonhart, Hitch Dreyse, Armin Arlert (mentioned) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Mild Psychological Horror

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The days blend into a seamless fugue, dreamlike and out of reach.

(Or: a look at Annie's time in the crystal.)

The days blend into a seamless fugue, dreamlike and out of reach.

She can't place what time it is, inside. Time is meaningless. The interrogators who enter complain about the cold drafts puffing through the bricks; she can't feel any of it. Only the blunt sensation of the crystal’s cover, cool as iron is cool, running over her arms and torso and head, her entire body.

Hitch visits, many times. She comes to know her by the telltale skip of her boots on the floor. The way she always leaves the door ajar, as though she hadn’t intended to stay long. Her own eyes are closed now, all the time. It means her other senses become sharper. She hears mutters even through the thick slab of wood that passes for a door, and learns the smell of autumn filtering through the bars of her cell’s sole window, carried into the space in dead leaves stuck to the soles of soldiers' boots.

Those signs are what she begins to rely on to mark the passage of time. In the initial months, it’s an inexact science. Mere guesswork, in which she misestimates, on a few occasions, the correspondence between the oil-stench of polished boots and badges and the exact military festival being celebrated outside.

She listens to the chatter of the scouts who return daily to work out the mysteries surrounding her. How she breathes, what is keeping her alive. She knows the answers herself, of course. In this state she is tapped into the Paths realm; feeding on the otherworldly largesse of Ymir Fritz somehow, her lungs sustained by oxygen piped into her chest by means metaphysical and invisible. How long do you think she’ll last in there, they ask, and she wants to bark a laugh, say: I can stay here for the rest of my life. She starts a betting pool with herself about when they will meander towards or away from the answers, and also memorises some of their names—Anya, Nicolas, Louis—as a matter of personal amusement. Hange is the one who gets closest to piecing together anything about the truth, including the concept of an afterlife and/or higher realm.

Eventually they give up on her. With the Shiganshina basement breached, Hange’s purview as commander shifts to other horizons. The room hollows out as they clear the furniture, the echo that bounces off its walls widening into a sound vast enough to fill graveyards. A looming silence. Still as death. Only Hitch continues to come by, and Annie begins to yearn mentally for the stimulation of her conversations, like a plant straining towards the sun. Towards necessary sustenance.

She reminisces about her history lessons back in the Survey Corps, sometimes. It had been fascinating to see what counted for fact and narrative in a different land. She now wonders if she's become an artefact of history herself. Dead for all intents and purposes, preserved only in textbooks. Pragmatism brings her back to earth, when she remembers that nobody has ever been memorialised for lying in a coma.

Her sensory awareness only extends so far, after all that. It is deep, but not very broad. In the first year she keeps track of worldly happenings by the generosity and latitude of Hitch’s reports. Her passionate spiels, often preceded by a long indrawn breath and groans of despair that could have rivalled Eren’s, span an impressive set of topics ranging from Eren’s whereabouts, the Survey Corps’ movements, and military gossip, to more quotidian ills that ail her: a nail chipped while filing paperwork, her anguish over a sold-out bakery on the way home. The twenty letter-long saga she has going on with a romantic rival-turned-interest-turned-rival-again. Annie becomes the unwitting beneficiary of her ability to transform all ordinary occurrences into effusive theatre.

There are a few signs. The stunning perseverance with which Hitch comes. The verve and enthusiasm Hitch puts on full display before her, as though she is performing—and hoping that somewhere, she might be watching. The fond wonder and melancholy with which she speaks of their short-lived time in the Military Police. Hitch, Annie suspects, comes because she is nursing the remnants of a badly timed crush on her.

In this place, it’s a happy accident. It relieves the slight irritation she feels when Hitch confesses a touch too much detail about the minutiae of her morning routines and new interests. She’s grateful, in some deep unacknowledged part of herself, for the contact with another person from her old life, even if it’s one-sided and not very conversational on her end.

Every now and then she gets glimpses of the activities her erstwhile associates—Eren, Armin, Mikasa—are getting up to, in updates from Hitch spaced months apart. It is amusing, at first, to hear Hitch discuss them with distant respect and reverence as if at a remove, when she has firsthand knowledge of their individual quirks and neuroses, and can fill in the blanks within her iron silence much better than Hitch can. She saw long ago how they were some of the greatest breathing idiots to walk the earth; she briefly wishes she could tell it to Hitch too, puncture the aura of myth that has surrounded them like a bubble.

Eventually enough time passes that she has to recontextualise what she knows of them against the secondhand knowledge Hitch relays to her each time, adjusting her mental picture of who they are, the distance between memory and fact asserting itself. It grows apparent in those moments that they are becoming foreign to her too, changing while she remains fixed here, with outdated fragments of people, an insect trapped in scintillating amber.

Armin drops in to see her about four times in the first year. When he speaks he reaches a hand out to touch her crystal, and probably gazes at her the whole time; she can tell by the soft thud of his fingers upon her looking-glass cage. He tells her about Paradis’s defenselessness, their discoveries over the ocean. Pleads with her for a sign, any sign, that she is listening, and then sits with his knees drawn up, the stone floor vibrating imperceptibly with his motion. After his second call he begins to express his sympathy for her. The belief that he now understands why she had to betray them.

She wonders, idly, if he’s kept his nervous habit of biting at his cuticles. He has a grim edge to his voice now, a flute and gravel ruthlessness she hadn't recalled belonging to him before. Unlike Hitch, he doesn't say much. With him, she gets treated to dense silences interspersed with outbursts of conviction, or emotion. As though he speaks only when he has no choice, no other outlet.

She supposes his approach is one of delicacy, in opposition to Hitch’s: there is no evidence she is conscious, although she is alive, so talking is more or less a fanciful gamble; there’s no guarantee his words will reach a living being. She can’t fault him, on a technicality. She only laments that his idealism has given way to unimaginative realism too. Officially, he is devising a plan to establish contact with underground allies in Marley; unofficially, she wants to ask him if reaching the sea had truly made him happy, or only brought a new wave of troubles.

But her opportunities to have anything to think all these against are privileged and few. The visits are sparse, on the whole, so that she learns to conserve her responses and, most importantly, ration her thoughts—like a precious, corked wine, fit to be let through into her conscious refrain only in drips, a resource not to be exhausted too quickly. She has to remain here until there is certain guarantee she can complete her mission. In layman terms: she has to last through years of boredom.

She repeats it to herself, like an idle song or a blinkered reminder: she can endure it. She has to endure it.

After that she slows down her pace of thinking by necessity. Draws every internal argument that would have taken minutes out over the span of weeks. This dissolution makes her feel not so much like a primordial titan, moving according to vast, immense timespans, but a piece of rubber stretched to its limits, shrivelled and ready to burst.

Dreaming is the most direct analogue for her existence in this crystal shell. But it’s an incomplete description. It’s not like being asleep. She hasn’t relinquished consciousness, simply adopted a fickle and yet compulsory relationship with it. Some days, her mind is sharp and lucid like clear water. Others, she wakes up sluggish and nauseated, with the slow pressure of an anvil headache at her temples, a feverish chill bathing her bones. Like she’s slept far, far too much. Like she hasn’t woken up at all, but passed into a worse, second slumber. The effect is that of being drugged, of being sunk into an unnatural fatigue.

In these moments her choices are confined to the binary of staying awake and suffering, or returning to sleep and worsening it. Her muscles ache and scream for movement or stimulation; but she cannot move, and so has no recourse to relief. Only the sickening ache, the awareness of the uncomfortable fog, her arms trapped by her sides, always, like dumb logs.

Consciousness becomes the centrepoint her life revolves around. Sometimes, its presence is like a bullet aimed at her that she can’t catch: fleeting, painful, inescapable.

Back in the trainee bunkers she’d moved slowly. Pulled off the act of a sullen, indolent girl, better inclined towards a long nap than proper sparring. It’d shocked people that she was in fact a first-class prodigy in hand-to-hand combat. More than once she’d heard herself described by her peers as a concealed knife: inconspicuous at first, lethal once unleashed and in motion.

Those days are behind her now. A trite touch of fate, perhaps, that her languorousness now looks like it had been a rehearsal for this longer, extended sojourn in stillness. She can no longer summon movement; she has no defense against any assumptions people might concoct about her. She can only hope that people will remember the shadow her outsized figure cast as the Female Titan, even in the absence of continued proof.

As it turns out, what is most difficult is not the boredom, or time, or the trappings of her mind. Solitude suits her. She is not afraid of her thoughts. The symptoms of wakefulness frustrate her, but her mind has long been a well-controlled thing, smooth and cunning. She’d perfected the skill of disciplining it through the gruelling, unending hours of training with her father in her youth. Learning great focus, concentrating on the exercises that determined if she got to sleep, or eat, or drink. Disregarding all other excess, like the russet burn of sunset or sundown behind her in the courtyards. Your mind could not be suggestible, in this situation. Not even as an eight-year old.

No; what truly grates is the loss of sensation. Her capacity to interact with the world. Heading inside has severed her from her repertoire of fighting stances, uppercuts, movements. No longer can she understand her environment by the rhythms of her body attuned to it: the sunspots in her vision, the wind whipping her shins, the recoil of her fists against an enemy. She once knew the world by the blows and kicks it directed back at her; they were signals, an entire language of their own. She's been reduced to a lonely speck, disconnected from her single means of communication, her vernacular for parsing the world around her. The lonely, obsessive cycle of thoughts she can stand—but this? The dark, empty corridor of her body where she once had access to momentum, eruption, injury and the lightning burst of revelation in knowing her enemies by their punches, the scrapes and bruises left on them? It’s unbearable.

She resigns herself, but never quite crosses the hurdle. Many times she registers the itch of her limbs desiring to move, a furious bristle skittering upon her skin or on the edge of her brain. There is no outlet for them. Even the smallest movements are off-limits to her. She can’t flex her fingers, or tense her toes. The boundaries of her prison are absolute. These impulses, blossoming and then dead-ended, coil up and accumulate inside her like poison. Like a stricken scream with no release.

After a period of time she tentatively defines as three years, she hears Hitch entering and turning the key in the lock in her usual smooth motion. The tiny clink a struck bell in the gloom of mental oblivion. She perks up. Prepares to listen for any news.

“I know it’s been a while,” Hitch starts, “but we’ve been busy preparing for the Queen’s inauguration— like, god, how many ceremonies do these nobles need?— and I was detained by gift duty, can you believe, which meant I had to shop for the second-tier nincompoops over at the chambers—“

Annie’s blood, a gentle throbbing before, suddenly runs cold. Inauguration? But surely— Historia’s coronation, according to the silver measure of her careful timeline, had passed a long time ago. They should have moved far beyond by now.

“Anyway,” she hears Hitch saying now, a little morosely, “hard to believe it’ll be one-and-a-half years soon with you here. That you’re still in there.“

Annie chokes, a gutted sound in her head. She must have lost touch with her sense of time in the previous few weeks. It’s the one possible explanation.

If it’s only been one and a half years, she can only imagine what the next two, or three, or five, or seven years until her death will be like.

She feels the rug being pulled out beneath her feet. There’s panic now, a stab in her throat, the realisation she has to move back to the drawing board. Reassess everything she knows. She’d kept track well enough in the later half of the first year—what had changed?

Hitch leaves. She doesn’t register it.

Her sanity has so far hinged upon the single, fantastic, incredulous constant of Hitch’s visits to her. It’s a fragile coincidence—Hitch might one day get tired of her, reality outpacing her idealisation of her, and stop coming, too. She is beginning to feel the hours and days like an acrid trap, her thoughts a rapid torrent that her body—inverted in frozen stasis—will never keep up with. Suddenly every second is too slow, too long.

She wants to yell. Wants to rattle the bars of her mind-cage. But the only thing that answers her is drifting somnolence, like a hand passing sluggishly over her head, and then disappearing. The same smiling silence of her unresponsive body, indifferent to her will.

What life will this be, she thinks, what life will I be left with, and tries to plan, to consider the contingencies—but just as suddenly, nothing comes to mind, except the hollow echo of her voice referring across her insensate headscape, the strain of her thoughts thinned into pieces from disuse.

#i'm rusty with writing but! here's a thing #this is mostly about the horror of being stuck in a crystal for four years with your thoughts as your (almost) sole company #featuring very light and one-sided hitchani #i actually love the ship; annie just can't reciprocate because she's. y'know #snk #annie leonhart #hitch dreyse #hitchani #hitchannie #annie leonhardt #my fic #aot #armin arlert

[sincerelyaphroditee]

-INTRODUCTION

❛ 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰! 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 ❜

                       '*•.¸♡ 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 ♡¸.•*'

❏ i do not write about illegal ships, pedophilia, incest or cheating

❏ i do write fluff, angst, sfw & nsfw, head canons, one-shots, angst, and imagines

DNI — if you will be rude or disrespectful to me or anyone else, if you’re not patient when requesting (i will try my best to respond), if you plan on stealing my works without crediting me



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CHARACTERS & FANDOMS I WRITE FOR

Attack on Titan: (caught up on all 4 seasons + reading the manga)

Eren Yeager; Mikasa Ackerman; Armin Arlert; Jean Kirstein; Annie Leonhart; Sasha Braus; Marco Bodt; Reiner Braun; Pieck Finger; Hitch Dreyse; Connie Springer; Levi Ackerman; Hange Zoë; Erwin Smith

Demon Slayer: (caught up on anime; haven’t read manga)

Tanjiro Kamado; Zenitsu Agatsuma; Inosuke Hashibira; Giyuu Tomioka; Nezuko Kamado; Shinobu Kocho; Muichiro Tokito; Mitsuri Kanroji; Kyojuro Rengoku; Tengen Uzui; Sabito

Haikyuu!!: (caught up on anime; haven’t read the manga)

Shoyo Hinata; Tobio Kageyama; Koshi Sugawara; Yu Nishinoya; Kei Tsukishima; Daichi Sawamura; Ryūnosuke Tanaka; Kenma Kozume; Toru Oikawa; Tetsurō Kuroo; Kiyoko Shimizu; Tadashi Yamaguchi; Hitoka Yachi;Keishin Ukai; Asahi Azumane

Harry Potter: (read all books + watched all the movies)

Harry Potter; Ron Weasley; Hermione Granger; Ginny Weasley; Draco Malfoy; Fred Weasley; Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood; (The Weasley kids overall); Pansy Parkinson; Regulus Black; Sirius Black; James Potter; Remus Lupin; Lily Evans

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NOTE: when writing i feel more comfortable making fem!readers so please be patient with me as i write. i do plan on making male!reader stories and GN!reader in the future

❥thank you so much for taking your time to read my works!!

With much love, Aphrodite <3

#fanfic #imagines #oneshots #harry potter #anime #attack on titan #aesthetic #romance #fluff #haikyyu #demon slayer #blog intro #blog rules #female writers

[empireofsaigon]

Ashes to Empire

Summary: After Eren successfully brought upon the rumbling the world fell apart and they woke up in Saigon where they were able to start fresh and lead new lives. No more titans, no more wars, and 2000 years into the future; they’re finally getting the peace and freedom they always dreamed of.

This story features characters from mainly the Shingeki no Kyojin universe with special guest features from Naruto, Inuyasha, BNHA, and Angels of Death.

While Annie Leonhart is the primary character in the story, it also follows several other peoples lives as it goes on and does not focus solely on her.

This is not a happy go lucky story because I don’t know how to write those. Also, some of this story follows canon but for the majority it doesn’t.

I will give insight into the ships in the story, but I won’t tell you whether the relationship is romantic or platanonic. There’s also like an extreme rarepair in here that I can’t unveil because I would rather it be discovered at a later time.

Ships include!

Annie Leonhart/Rachel Gardner, Annie Leonhart/Kagura, Annie Leonhart/Eren Jaeger, Annie Leonhart/Mikasa Ackerman

Mikasa Ackerman/Jean Kierschtein, Mikasa Ackerman/Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackerman/Hitch Dreyse, Mikasa Ackerman/Pieck, Mikasa Ackerman/OC

Levi Ackerman/OC, Levi Ackerman/SURPRISE

Kagura/Shisui Uchiha

Sasha Braus/Connie Springer, Sasha Braus/Nicolo, Sasha Braus/SURPRISE (no it’s not Levi)

Sasuke Uchiha/Karin Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha/Sasha Braus

Eren Jaeger/Historia Reiss, Eren Jaeger/Rachel Gardner

I will end this with three excerpts from the story, names will be left out to not expose who is involved in the scene.

Excerpt One: Chapter 5, Hall of Secrets

“I have been congratulated and praised all night long by people I don’t even fucking know because you all think I’m some amazing woman some, some person of the year.” She mocked, laughing sardonically. “I’m not. I’m a failure.” She smiles. “I don’t deserve this award, I don’t want this award. If I could I would give it to one of the friends I made, or to my contact, but I can’t because they’re all dead. If this award could eat I would tell it to shit but since it can’t, you all can eat shit.” She carelessly dropped both the award and the microphone on the stage floor and made her exit leaving a dead silent room full of stunned people behind. As she’s exiting the ceremony hall she hears someone pick up the mic, it’s that woman, and she’s begging the DJ to play some fucking music to ease the tension. They play ‘Freedom’ by Pharrell Williams.’ It’s perfect.

Excerpt Two: Chapter 7, The Third Year Part 2 (if you listen to PVRIS maybe you’ll recognize some of the dialogue here)

“Yeah! Your fault! You know what, you wanted me to be angry with you well here it is. People can say whatever they want about me but you’re fucking selfish. You have absolutely no idea how to love anyone and it’s not your damn father’s fault, you’re just fucked up all your own because your heart is a fucking block of ice. I am the vampire here, but you are the one who’s ice cold to the touch and I will never be your snow-covered lover. Your idea of loving me is fucking pathetic, you throw me a bone whenever you’re feeling ‘nice’ and it’s not fair when I’ve always given you everything I had. You called me a loser, you called me weak, and spineless for falling in love with you but at least I’ve got a warm heart between my lungs. I wouldn’t even be so mad if you had even bothered to give me a heads up, but you obviously didn’t respect me enough to do that. You act like you don’t want me around sometimes, just like the old days. Apparently you don’t want my fucking son around, oh but you love having that fucking snake here! If he were just some one time thing, it would be different, but my fucking gods you have a history with this guy, he means a lot to you and he still does. You’re in love with him...just admit it.”

She licks her dry lips trying to stop them from quivering. She can’t even begin to address the snake comment, but he was so wrong. She wants him here, she does like his son and her heart isn’t cold. She’s just..she sucks at this, she’s upset and now she’s...scared? He has never said such cruel things to her before and it makes her want to fold in on herself and die. Has he felt like this from the beginning? And what shitty timing because she literally just got done praising him to the most important people in her life. She feels stupid and she feels bad that she made him feel this way. “That’s not true.” She whispered, eyes cast downwards. “I love you, it was a...mistake.” It sounded like such a cliche excuse to give him. Everyone always says it was a mistake, but is it ever really?

“It wasn’t. Because if it was you would’ve told me. The same way I told you. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I can’t always have things the way I want them, maybe I was stupid for loving you and maybe our differences don’t work. Let’s face facts, right here and right now. You feel far too little...and I feel far too much. And right now I’m feeling rejected and humiliated.” If she just phased out right now, would that make it worse? She would rather be doing anything than having to listen to anymore of this. She knows that it’s not a dream, it’s not a nightmare, it’s reality. It’s happening and she doesn’t know how to salvage it. She just isn’t equipped for this.

Excerpt Three: Chapter 11, The Motions Part 2

She can see him, looming away in the dark corners of the room, he’s brought the dead with him, but (name’s) voice and his presence is louder. Her arms slowly raise to circle around his waist and she leans into his warm embrace. His voice sounds so gentle, so soothing and she feels safe there. Normally this is where he would ruin it, this is where he would whisper into her ear and denounce everything (name) is telling her, but it doesn’t happen this time. The images dissipate and his visage gets hazy as he starts to drift away, out of sight, out of mind. He was never here, he was never with her. It was just a waking nightmare and now she has her blanket again. Wrapped secure and snugly around her. The monsters can never get under the blanket.

#modern life fanfiction #snk spoilers #saigon #eren jaeger #empireofsaigon #mha #annie leonhardt #annie leonhart #sasha braus #104th trainee corps #snk #aot #rarepair #kagura inuyasha #ashes to empires #fanfiction

[julystorms]

001: SNK, 002: Levihan, 003: Eren!

Just as a head’s up, I won’t do more of this meme than what’s already sitting in my inbox. This was from last week; I thought I’d have more time to do it but I just now am getting around to it. ;)

001 | Attack on Titan

Favorite character: This is difficult! I kind of have a “top tier” of characters for a series with a cast of this size. But to pick just one favorite, I’ll say Hitch Dreyse.

Least Favorite character: Darius Zackly. Was that really necessary?

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Hilow, Pokkopikku, Mikenana, Gelyn, and Jeankasa.

Character I find most attractive: Mike :3

Character I would marry: Let’s mix it up a little with Ian!

Character I would be best friends with: Lynne.

a random thought: I wonder how many people puke using the 3DMG for the first time.

An unpopular opinion: If I have an opinion in this fandom it’s hella unpopular by default lmfao. I think my characterization of Hitch is pretty unpopular.

My Canon OTP: YUMIKURI. IS. CANON. EAT MY ENTIRE ASS, HATERS.

My Non-canon OTP: It flip-flops between the other five ships at the top, except hilow is somewhat canon.

Most Badass Character: Pastor Nick. NOBODY is more badass than he is.

Most Epic Villain: Kenny. I mean, “epic” is a big word to use here, but...still. BANG BANG. I can’t wait for that to be animated.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Y’ALL. KNOW. ALREADY.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Marlowe. My god, he could have been such an amazing character and then...then... :’)

Favourite Friendship: Eren and Armin?? Porco and Pieck??? Jean and Eren?????? Marlowe and Jean??? I can’t decide tbh.

Character I most identify with: Right now I feel like I am becoming one with Porco, and I don’t know how I feel about that.

Character I wish I could be: RICO. She’s so cool and smart.

002 | Levihan

when or if I started shipping it: I saw some fanart on my dash before I saw the show and was therefore Predisposed to Liking It.

my thoughts: It’s a decent ship.

what makes me happy about them: I like that they seem to be really good, lifelong friends.

what makes me sad about them: They don’t get anything easily.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Characterization.

things I look for in fanfic: I don’t actively seek fanfic for this ship anymore.

my wishlist: I got nothin’ tbh. Just let ‘em be happy. 

who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Erwin. For both characters. OT3 anyone?

my happily ever after for them: They get to see success, get to be a part of it, and get to retire and have a quiet end.

003 | Eren

How I feel about this character: He was pretty meh to me at first, but in recent chapters I’ve really, really been enjoying his character. You could see development quite a ways back in the series, and I’d say he first piqued my interest in that department when he resolved, reluctantly and not angrily, to kill Reiner and Bert.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Armin, Annie (sorta), Mikasa, and lately I will admit I was eyeballin’ that Reiner/Eren dynamic, but I’m still undecided on it!

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: I really love his relationship to Levi and Hange.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t know that I actually have one? I don’t think he’s very romantically inclined. Maybe aro?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish Isayama viewed him as more than a plot device. In the beginning his character was especially...iffy, imo.

Favorite friendship for this character: Jean!!!!!

My crossover ship: You won’t catch me dead shipping a crossover ship.

#replies to friends #meme responses #snk hour with july #i think this is all i can do for now #hushpiper

[hilow]

5 Ways Hitch Dreyse Will Outlive All of You

so i have a lot of thoughts about Hitch, and honestly i have never really collected or posted them before but i’ve been thinking about her character a lot lately, and so i decided maybe i should do so. There’s always been stuff floating around about her, and i never really resonated too hard with most of the fandom views, so i think i’ll try putting into my words what i think about her (and some on marlo) as a character and where her position *may* stand right now (if she shows up again.) This wasn’t supposed to get so in depth but it did, and hopefull it can help other people see her better than how she presents herself at face value, becuase she is SO interesting.  Here you are! My first ever meta post! What happens next may shock you! More under the cut!

Hitch is a survivor. Every decision she has made, and every path that she has walked down has hinged on this trait. Her motivation has always been deeply rooted in herself and the safest route she can take, to keep her head above the proverbial water. Despite this, there are many times where this has been challenged by her emotions and attachments, (mostly through Marlowe and Annie) although throughout she never lets go of this instinctual drive to survive in a world where staying safe and comfortable isn’t the easiest option. I don’t have a lot of input on what her upbringing may be, but I suspect she more than likely came from a poorer family, with little hope for a comfortable life. She’s materialistic and driven, but a dirty liar with a charming personality. Clearly the best course of interest for her would be to join the military and work her way into the Military Police. The appeal of high reward and little effort (after the initial work to get there) is absolutely the ideal situation for a person with no easier options, and an inherent drive to stay alive.

PART 1: I Ain’t In It For Your Revolution...

We can see this survival instinct in an earlier interaction with Boris:

It is a baseless rumor. While i do like to headcanon that Hitch is more than likely a pretty sexual person (judging mostly by her tendency to flirt and comment about trolling around for boys-- mostly in Lost Girls though she’s fairly flirty in normal content), if this is what he’s implying (and it seems like he is) it’s more than likely a rumor that she’s brushed off, or rather decided not to directly confront. Her response is a challenge (or in the anime(dub):  “I don’t know what you’re implying-- why don’t you clarify?”) to get Boris to detail the rumor to her face. A rumor like this, to a person like her, wouldn’t mean too much for her in the long run.

So far this has mostly worked in her favor. She accomplished her goal. Clearly she had enough ability to get there on her own, despite the rumors. It wouldn’t do her any good to confront the rumors, as that would only put her right back in a spotlight. It wouldn’t do her any good to pursue that supposed route as a means to get into the Military Police in the first place, as there’s not many options that would lend to the outcome she wanted. The best course of action would be to use her own abilities, keep up her facade, and get into the Military Police quietly.

In that regard, Boris’ accusation seems rather silly, and pointless; it’s just a rumor. It serves her no merit, and does her no real harm without her giving any reason to believe it might be true. Her challenge is a deflection that gives the accusation as much room as it deserves. This, in general, is a common tactic for insecure men in general; to try and use sexual harassment and insinuation to ‘put a woman in her place’, and Hitch challenges this with an indifferent “Huh? What do you mean?”, to try and force him to be specific. If there was any merit in his comments, why would he know anything about it anyway?

She may be driven to survive, and although there are others who are much louder about their intentions (characters like Marlowe and Jean who loudly PROCLAIM their intent (”GONNA BE MP AND LIVE THE GOOD LIFE!” // “I’M GOING TO RISE IN THE RANKS AND FIX THIS ROTTEN GOVERNMENT!”) and other sweeping declarations), those people only serve to put themselves under the scrutiny of others. At least, if everyone sees you as lazy, if everyone thinks you have little motivation or care for what you’re doing, if you’re written off as just a flirt with no real drive, no one expects much from you and so you can fly under the radar. I believe her veil of laziness is very much intentional, to keep attention off of her and help her reach her own goals (the safety of the MP/living the good and safe life inside wall Sina).

PART 2: Spoiler Alert: I Care About Things Sometimes

I think she’s the sort of person to have many acquaintances, though careful not to have close friends. Unfortunately for Hitch, she became get attached to Annie pretty quickly (again, going into Lost Girls canon and future chapters), and then to Marlowe. Both of these attachments end up bringing her to show more of the ‘real’ Hitch under her ‘lazy’ persona. Both of these people also give her somewhat of a shield to hide behind; Annie is someone who everyone else is wary of, someone who comes off as strong, someone who the rest of the group doesn’t want to bother with. For Hitch, it’s beneficial to hang around someone like this to keep people off her back. Despite Annie’s unapproachable personality, Hitch becomes so attached that she frequently brings her up well past the Destruction of Stohess arc.

Marlowe is sort of a coin-flip. If he did achieve his goal, it would be beneficial to be friendly with him. Otherwise, being associated with someone shaking things up could put her in a position that could be dangerous to her way of life. She keeps herself distant at first, making fun of him and throwing derogatory comments (that become fond later on though no less sharp), although it ends up highlighting the affection she has for him by singling him out despite his overbearing personality. That affection only grows as they’re brought up again in later chapters (59, specifically).

Her attachment shows alongside her very apparent abilities in the same chapter, while Jean is testing them. Despite her selfish tendencies, when she has the opportunity to run from the ‘threat’ that Jean presents, she comes back for Marlowe, putting aside her own chance for safety in favor of rescuing him from the deranged renegade about to kill her friend. Additionally, she accuses Levi and the Survey Corps for the destruction of Stohess, while bound and held under armed guard; she yells at Humanity’s Strongest on behalf of the deaths she believes they are responsible for. This chapter makes it clear that Hitch is much more than the persona she puts on to keep off of the radar, that when the chips are down she is someone you can count on... but only if she cares about you.

This is when Hitch and Marlowe’s relationship begins to shine. Selfish, save-your-own-skin Hitch who was given an escape route by Mr. Lawful Good Marlowe comes back despite herself to save him, something not even he thought was in her character. It’s a turning point in his view of Hitch. In the face of an actual dire situation, she showed (arguably more) bravery, rushing into a fight against what she thought was a pistol with a STICK. Though it would have been much more like her perceived character to run to a safe place and report to her regiment, and much easier, she returned to save him. This also highlighted how much she had begun to care about Marlowe personally. It’s then that he starts to see her as something more of an equal to him, someone who may actually share his drive, rather than the selfish and careless person he thought she was.

PART 3: Concerns Regarding Idiots

All of this leads to their later disagreement as Marlowe intends to leave to join the Survey Corps. Where he respects and admires their ability to get shit done and their heroic motives, Hitch is just happy to be done with it all. She tries to talk him out of it, because in her mind because it’s certain death, but he’s stunned that she’s backtracked so far from the bravery she showed in the forest when she came back for him.

The entire conversation comes down to misunderstanding. In an effort to keep up her persona and keep him alive, Hitch berates him, insults him, trying to force Marlowe to doubt himself and how he might fit in with the Survey Corps, to dissuade him from joining. Unfortunately by being dishonest, he takes it as a personal attack and his view shifts. Suddenly Hitch isn’t the brave fellow soldier who came back for him, suddenly she’s throwing all of the ideals he was beginning to think she shared with him back in his face, and he’s understandably hurt. In response, he throws down a wall between them and tells her he misjudged her and leaves without another word. If she had been truthful, if she had told him honestly how she was feeling, and of her fears that he was running off to get himself killed (hadn’t she shown him already that she cared?!) rather than approached it in a way that she felt was still preserving herself, there is a chance that he may have listened to her and his fate may have been different.

Hitch fell back on her survival instinct. She deflects anything she finds uncomfortable. Although this served her well against Boris (in the way of a sexual harassment designed to break her down), the same technique is useless against Marlowe. She did not consider the situation or the source; Marlowe is not Boris. An earnest appeal to join the ‘good fight’ together is not the same. At the end, on the battlefield, he thinks back to her sleeping, sounding regretful, and questions why he thinks about her in the brief final moments before his death, exhibiting that despite their rough parting and his apparent change in opinion, Hitch still has managed to become someone he cares for.

On the other side, upon regrouping with everyone later, Hitch drops that teasing persona for a moment while Flocke reflects on Marlowe. He comments on Marlowe’s character, praising him for leading them on in the battle despite the horrific odds, and Hitch quietly, genuinely, agrees that he was a good man, and laments that that was the reason he wouldn’t listen to her (well intentioned, poorly executed) attempts to keep him from joining. When Flocke insinuates that Marlowe regretted the decision, she immediately flips back on her teasing, carefree mask and makes a joke before leaving, to avoid confronting the thought in front of the others.

PART 4: ...But Fuck the System

Regarding her possible current place in the story where it is now, I believe that Hitch could become someone who plays a smaller significant part moving forward. Clearly, she isn’t going to pursue any of Marlowe’s goals (Hitch is not suited to lead in any setting let alone in a military position), since she wasn’t even able to convey honestly how she felt before he left. She is still that selfish, guarded person. So the question is: would she join the Survey Corps? I say no. Doing so would go against every part of her character established to this point.  Any selflessness that she displayed came for her feelings people, rather than a loyalty to organizational concepts or ideals. She does not share the same inherent drive as Marlowe, and so the disconnect was natural. Aside from that, she has been given every opportunity to build a STRONG disdain for the Survey Corp as a whole; from the destruction of Stohess, to their behavior towards her and Marlowe during the Uprising Arc, to Marlowe’s eventual demise. The fact that Annie is still, as of right now, unaccounted for during the timeskip and supposedly still in her crystal, and Hitch’s previous attachment to her, gives me enough evidence to believe that Hitch may end up becoming involved with that situation in the future (either during the skipped years or at present). Marlowe may be gone, but with the possibility of Annie still being alive, Hitch could very well serve as one of the only true allies she has. Hitch blamed the destruction of Stohess on the Survey Corps. It was their fault for forcing her to change in the middle of the city, their fault for endangering the lives of the citizens. Annie may have lied about who she was, but it was them who initiated the battle within city limits. Supporting Annie, for Hitch, would stem more from her connection to people than to the abstract ideals of something like the Survey Corps. To her, Annie’s body count (compared to other shifters) is low, and in the end it may not matter to her anyway. She has no motivation to serve a group that failed Marlowe, a person who was morally good and pure, who just wanted to help people and clean up a rotten government because it was the right thing to do. The system stomped him into the dust, all for the sake of a questionable military victory. With that in mind, Annie becomes an obvious choice to drive Hitch, if she does resurface during or before the current arc.

Additionally, Isayama has shown several times that he is fond of Hitch and that there may be more to her than we know right now (like this comment he made on a fan’s art of her from August 2016).

PART 5: A Lawful Good and Chaotic Neutral Walk Into A Bar

Hitch has been a very interesting character from the start. She’s remained one of my favorite characters of all time, and for good reason. She and Marlowe played off of one another’s personalities in such a deep and complex way that I was hooked in almost immediately. Her contrast with Marlowe only enhanced their similarities, and broadcasted what one another was all about. Hitch’s ploy is so easy to take at face value, even as a reader. The subtext shows very clearly what sort of a driven and clever person she is, using all of the resources around her to quietly create a place of safety and security for her own sake, while at the same time showing empathy and attachment to people and the world around her to a degree. I believed initially that Marlowe was going to be a foil for Eren (more than likely for something like the serum situation, though clearly that didn’t pan out as I expected and I’m still upset about it. I can write something on that later maybe), but in the end it may turn out that Marlowe’s Well Intended End may end up being the motivation for something bigger in Hitch in the future.

In the end, I think whatever choices she makes or has made will keep her around, on screen or off. She is a survivor, after all.

#snk #hitch dreyse #snk meta #hitch #aot meta #carol talks about hitch for 3896489273 years #lmao I hope this was okay #i just want everyone to know why I love her so much!! #they're so good #they're the best #Also maybe I'll color more manga panels later because that was sort of fun #tldr; hitch is the flying titan #HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA #also thanks to everyone who helped me edit!! #and also everyone who proofread and who told me to do this in the first place #y'all are the real mvps #now what college professor is going to come grade me on this ridiculous research paper #my meta

[kai-uh-arcadian]

hi love!

can u write a hitch imagine where she and f!reader get high and go to a party and the reader and hitch separate, like the reader goes to play beer pong with connie sasha and jean while hitch goes to historia and annie to dance and reader watches her dance and pulls hitch with her to the bathroom and they fuck?

Hi my darling!!! I hope this encapsulated what you’re imagining!!

Full Disclosure: I do not know how to write smut nor have I ever attempted SOOOOO if anyone would like to expand on this with smut PLEASE GO AHEAD!!! The ending is open ended for smut but if you’re not into that it still makes perfect sense as is,

I apologize I couldn’t execute the entire ask but I hope you still enjoy! (:

DRUNK CONFESSIONS Hitch x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: Mentions of drug use (weed, alcohol), being drunk/high, minor cussing

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- “I’m here” you texted Hitch as you pulled into her driveway

- Your phone lit up and read “sorry I CANNOT come anymore, my fish is really sad rn😪😪😪”

- Two things:

- One: Hitch is already outside waiting for you with her backpack (filled with her overnight stuff)

- Two: she doesn’t even fucking have a fish?😾😾😾😾

- She gets into your car to which you greet her with “ah hi Bitch… I mean Hitch! DaMN I thought your fish was in distress?

- “Well be glad “Bitch” is here because she’s the one giving you free weed dumbass” she remarks while (sort of gently) punching your arm

- “Ooo, do I get the hot girl discount?” You smirk at her

- “Shut the fuck up!” She says sarcastically and starts to blush “just drive already” she shifts her knees toward the passenger door

- You got babygirl flustered😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

- You begin your car ride to Sasha’s house

- The Blouse’s were on a 3-day vacation to who-knows-where, all we knew is that Sasha was having a lowkey get together

- The guest list consisted of Eren, Armin, Jean, Marco, Historia, Marlo, Ymir, Annie, Mikasa, Connie, Mina, Reiner, and Bertholt

- You arrived in the Blouse driveway and Hitch begins to pull out grape swisher pack container a blunt

- “Ahhhh~ look at this pearl I rolled!!” She holds it up in awe then shortly begins to light it

- You’re lucky your cars interiors is all leather and you have until tomorrow to air it out

- (You never smoke in your car nor let anyone smoke in your car but Hitch is the only exception cause she’s cute)

- You both share the blunt that is apparently “this amazing strain called Sour Diesel she got from her dealer for free because she made out with him”

- After about what seems like 2 hours (it was actually about 15 minutes) you both are pretty fckn stoned and decide to head in

- You let the group chat know you and trouble arrive and head for the door

- “Mikasa!” You exclaim and hug her as she opens the door

- “What did you say? It’s too loud in here…” she deadpans

- 🦗🦗🦗🦗

- “Huh? There’s no music playing tho…..😅” you reply

- Mikasa sees the gears working in you and Hitch’s head as you’re trying to process the “joke” she just said

- To give you a hint, she sniffs the air

- 👃🏼👃🏼👃🏼

- “OHHHHHHHH!!!!” You and Hitch say in unison after realizing she was insinuating you REEKED of weed

- “Dumb and dumber arrived!!” Mikasa announces to the gang

- You and Hitch head to the guest bedroom upstairs to drop of your overnight bags

- You both return to the basement only for you to be pulled to one half to play pong and Hitch to the other to go take shots with Annie

- Before the game starts Connie tells “YOOO let’s see who can shotgun the fastest!!”

- Why would you ever turn that down????😩 free beer

- You, Jean, Connie, and Sasha all puncture your cans and begin to go

- Ofc you win🥸🥸🥸 You’re a natural

- “That’s not fair!! I started later, I didn’t know we were supposed to go on “1”!!??” Sasha exclaims, declaring a rematch to which you all oblige

- “3, 2, 1” Mikasa counts down for you guys

- One rematch turned into 2 more 😵‍💫😵‍💫

- Now you’re 4 beers in and the night is barely starting

- the night continues on and pong has turned into a game of “Whichever team loses has to shotgun”

- Lemme tell you, Jean is DEAD WEIGHT

- bitch got no aim???👿

- Sasha and Connie are absolutely obliterating You and Jean so at this point it’s safe to say you’re about 9, Natty Ice’s in and about 3 shots that Hitch kept handing you in

- Speaking of Hitch….

- Where the fuck is she??

- Your dizzy eyes begin to scan the basement— she can only be in so many places down here

- as you’re getting distracted, Sasha and Connie decide to leave the pong table to do God knows what and Jean runs after them

- You decide it’s best to ignore whatever the fuck kind of trouble they’re getting themselves into

- That’s when you see it

- Historia, Mikasa (?!?!?!!), Annie (?!?!?!?), and Hitch making a Tik Tok

- For reference it’s this dance

- You can Ymir practically drooling over Historia and then yelling at Reiner for doing the same

- Marlo is drooling at Hitch

- The sight of Marlo alone ignited a fire of pure rage inside of you

- everyone, including Hitch, knows that he blatantly pines over her… some people even think they’d look cute together but who knows what Hitch thinks??? Does she like him back?

- ahhh~ your head is crowded with so many thoughts right now and decide to silence them with a disgusting shot of Pink Whitney left by your side from Hitch

- is this JEALOUSY????

- your throat and the pit of your stomach burns as the shot goes down but not as hot as the left side of your chest at the sight you’re seeing right now

- You find Historia, Mikasa and Annie VERY attractive bUT you cannot take your eyes off of Hitch

- It’s rude to stare but goddamn, she’s in a white tennis skirt that when she moves JUST enough you can see part of her bare ass

- (Go touch grass later)

- 1 of the 4 girls take turns (unintentionally) messing up causing them to retake the Tik Tok

- You are NOT complaining tho👀👀👀

- They FINALLY get the dance down

- Hitch comes over and stands in between your legs that are dangling off the table you’re sitting on and wraps her arms around your waist

- Marlo shoots you a look and you were about to say something to him but Hitch guides your chin back with her finger so you were looking at her again👿👿👿

- “Soooo~ what’d you think?” She slurs getting closer to your face with a mischievous look in her eyes

- If looks could kill, Marlo would have your head right about now

- MISS GIRL I COULD GET DRUNK IF YOUR BREATH😷😷😷

- “Huh? About what” you play dumb hoping she didn’t notice you blatantly staring

- “Sweetie you would’ve caught flies if you kept your mouth open any longer” she says right in your ear causing you to get goosebumps

- So she definitely noticed you staring

- And played into it😐😐😐

- You took the bait and she won this round

- She nuzzles her head into your chest and oh my god her scent intoxicates you

- A mix of vodka, a bit of sweat (naturally,,,, bitch just got done dancing her life away), strawberry herbal essence shampoo, and a shit ton of Victoria’s Secret bombshell perfume(or Tease, I can’t decide)

- “I have to pee~~ can you come with” she says grabbing your hand without waiting for your answer

- What’s up with drunk girls and tag team bathroom breaks

- (On a real note, I’ve been to a handful of parties and my friends always ask me to help them in the bathroom like what am I gonna do? Wipe their ass for them? Cheer them on like YES GIRL GO PISS!!!🥳🥳🥳🥳)

- Anyways

- She pulls you into the bathroom, does her business as you face the wall, washes her hands and youre ABOUT to open the door when pins you against the door slamming it shut

- “You’re an idiot???” she looks up at you with tears brimming at her eyes

- You’re just as drunk/high as she is (if not more??) she CANNOT blame you for not picking up the subtle hints

- You gave her this abhorrently shocked and confused face

- “Hitch wait what why are you crying I’m so sorry what did I do” you begin to ramble in panic

- “What did I do uhh I’m so sorry how can I fix thi—“

- She cuts you off by smashing her lips against yours

- This has to be a dream or just drunk Hitch actions because she is a flirty drunk so you don’t want to get your hopes up

- “That’s how you can fix it~” she hiccups as a tear goes down her face

- “I’ve liked you for a while and I didn’t want to ruin anything so I kept it in for so long but I just can’t anymore” now SHES rambling

- “Just *hic* seeing you everyday, being so close to you and not *hic* being able to do anything about it hurts so bad but I just had to get this out so I’ll leave you alone afte—“

- Now you cut off her rambling with a slightly less aggressive and more passionate kiss

- The smile on her face is the cutest mixture of shocked and pure happiness🥺🥺🥺

- “I want the exact opposite of you leaving me alone, I’ve liked you for so long Hitch” you kiss her forehead and she just happily sobs/giggles like a child into your chest

“Don’t tell Hitch this, but she’s everything I wanted and more” you give her a small chuckle, looking away as your cheeks turn pink

“I won’t say a word idiot” she says kissing the top of your nose

Anyone, Feel free to delete any part of the ending if you’d like to add the smut part of this request!! Hope you enjoyed

- K ( :

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