Just the promise of you was enough. A promise, that one day Iβll get to have something as precious as you to grace my despondent existence, was enough. I sit here and wait for you to happen, doing nothing, staring blankly at a wall as faded pictures play inside my head, like thatβll bring you right to me. So vague, I canβt make up anything of it, yet vivid enough to keep me yearning for more. I donβt who or what you are, I donβt know anything of you, I donβt even know why I want you, but yet again Iβll sit here and wait βpatientlyβ for you to come to me and lift that curse of misery bestowed upon me for as long as I can remember (which isnβt much either), but yeah.
i saw someone saying on twitter about a woman who said that her boyfriend was so nervous when propose her that he forgot everything and ended up just getting on his knees saying βpleaseβ.
i hope every writer who reads this makes the best of it
having a pretty boyfriend who acts all tough and cocky but as soon as weβre in bed and iβm on top of him, heβs all shy and whimpering at the slightest touch
boy who is cool and chill and unbothered until you start dating him and he slowly reveals himself to be 1) jealous 2) clingy 3) possessive the way a criminal in a thriller might unmask himself in its final act
(Suguru always adapts to the role heβs been given with exceeding diligence; you suppose you should have guessed heβd be like this once you started dating.
Still, the cold smile on his lips surprises you.)
βO-Of course you are.β Your tongue stumbles past the vowels, body caught between your classmateβ your boyfriendβ and the concrete-wall next to the vending machine. You didnβt have time to get anything before you were cornered. Since morning heβs been staring at you with enough intensity to burn your skin like wax, and now, it seems, his patience has run out. βWhatβs this about?β
A dragonfly-hum bruises under the pocket of his pulse. Silence nestles itself into the span of one, two, three long seconds. It feels like twenty.
βThatβs what I thought.β He lifts a hand to brush his fingers through your bangs, near-tender. ββ¦ but youβre letting Satoru touch up on you like youβre his.β
You blink. You stare.
If you werenβt so flabbergasted, youβd probably laugh. Heβd get the same look in his eye that he always does whenever you poke fun at him, intentionally or notβ like a cat squinting at the sun.
βSuguru,β you deadpan. βAre you seriously jealous of Gojo? Satoru Gojo? Our Satoru Gojo?β
β¦
βWell,β he clears his throat, angling his body backwards, letting you breathe. Itβs not quite a step back, but it does the job. You canβt focus well on much when heβs close enough to smell: today itβs citrus oil in his hair and oakwood at his nape. βJealous is a bit much. I just donβt want him all over you.β
(Itβs hard to tell with Suguru, but you thinkβ youβre almost sureβ that thereβs some peach-dust at his ears. Gone by the time you think to take a closer look.)
βWell, neither do I.β You scoff, half-hearted. βGojoβs just like thatβ¦ Thereβs not much I can do. Honestly, he might only be doing it because it bothers you.β
βHe is,β Suguru inhales. Exhales very quietly. Eyes curved into crescents, but a sharp slope to his lips. βBelieve me, he is.β
βThen why make it sound like Iβm to blame?β
He frowns, only slightly. Something in his brain must have gotten knocked out of order: the line that goes from A to B. Thatβs not what I meant, heβs probably thinking. Iβm only mad at him, not you. You know that. You can see the thoughts flicker in his eyes, watching film on a projector that spins only for you.
βYouβ¦ arenβt,β he says, smoothing out the crease between his brows with a light shake of his head. His bangs are sticky with sunbeams. βOkay. Youβre right. Iβll be more firm with him from now on.β
βNot sure how much more firm you can be without getting suspended.β
βThatβs a risk Iβm willing to take, unfortunately.β A full smile. He leans down to kiss your cheek, chaste and sweet. The sound his lips make reminds you of popped bubblegum. ββ¦ Thanks for bearing with me. It annoyed me that he wouldnβt take it seriously, so I guess Iβve been letting it build up.β
βYouβre good.β Itβs cute, you think. βItβs cute.β
β¦ Though you didnβt mean to say it.
Suguru blinks. For a moment, you wonder if heβs upset. Some reactionary, masculine reflex. Then his eyes soften, and his fingertips feel hot against your jaw, and his lips are on yours, and you think, oh, he likes it. Nevermind. Kissing him feels like breathing, so your thoughts trail off somewhere around there.
ββ¦ Can you say it again?β he asks, low and lulling.
βYouβre cute.β
βNot that,β he laughs. βThe other thing.β
β¦
Oh.
You wrap your arms around his neck, resting your elbows on his broad shoulders. They feel abyssal like this. His body warm through polyester. βYouβre my boyfriend, Suguru,β you murmur at his ear.
He might have shivered just now. You arenβt sure.
βMm,β a purr thrums through his chest, pleased and rumbling. His throat sounds dry. ββ¦ Yours. Thatβs right.β
Suguru always adapts to the role heβs been given with exceeding diligence; jujutsu sorcerer, class president, or boyfriend, all in equal measure. It doesnβt surprise you, not really, that it makes him act like this: being yours. Having you. It may surprise Gojo and Ieiri, but they havenβt traced his cells with their fingertipsβ not like you have.
Youβre glad. Pleased. The cat that got the cream. Because Suguru acts more like a boyfriend than you ever could have dreamed.
I donβt think Iβll ever get over the fact that Porco died knowing he was never supposed to carry this pain in the first place. That he only inherited the Jaw because Marcel tried to protect him, and he spent years bitter about it, only to still end up the one who dies for everyone else.
He always wanted to be seen as capable, strong, worthy. But he never realised he already was, not because of his Titan, but because of the way he fought for people who barely saw him.
Porco Galliard deserved softness. He deserved a future that wasnβt paved in guilt and sharp teeth. And I love him for being angry anyway, for caring anyway, for dying with fire in his chest and love in his bones.
Headcannons. - All in collaboration with the wonderful @perfectly-m1saligned , based off of her TikTok video
Contains: (In order) Reiner, Bertholdt, Jean, Marco, Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Porco, Pieck, Colt, NiccolΓ², Levi, Erwin, Hange.
All characters are over 18.
One thing about Reiner is that he adores the outdoors. Whether your date is a simple walk through the snow β the quality time is what really matters to him. Though, at your suggestion of attending the Christmas market in Marley; he could simply not deny. The day was spent wandering, weaving between people and different stalls, always stopping whenever you wanted to look at something.
Heβd hand you his gloves and buy you warm drinks and various snacks, ensuring at every chance he got that you were warm and safe. All and all, he ended up with a cold β claiming it was worth it as you were kept warm and happy with what youβd brought.
Bertholdt had made it abundantly clear from the moment youβd met him that he hated the cold, and while youβd respected his wishes in staying inside around the colder months; itβd gotten to a point where youβd taken it upon yourself to book the two of you in for an ice skating date.Β
The rink had β luckily β been relatively quiet when youβd gone, Bert slipping as soon as he made it on, causing you to laugh a tremendous amount at his expense, almost slipping yourself in the process. However, he did eventually get the hang of it (Five slips and a bruised back later.) It was safe to say he ended up cheering you on from the sidelines, leaning against the railing β skates by his side as he watched you slowly but surely lap the ice.Β
The evening ended with lots of hugs, fresh coffee and cinnamon buns in your local cafe. A sulky man with a bruised ass and a happy partner. What more could he possibly ask for?
The coming of winter meant Jeanβs love language of gift-giving was increased by tenfold, though, this year heβd gone all out. A two day trip to the most stunning Ski resort. A gorgeous cabin with a view over the mountains, skiing in the mornings and fancy restaurants for dinner where he looked at you like you were his everything.Β
The trip was filled with constant laughter and love. Though, the highlight was surely Jean sliding down on his skis and attempting β and succeeding β to drag you with him, a wide, boisterous grin on his face at the unimpressed look you gave him as you landed at the end. (All was compensated for with kisses and lots of hugs, a night spent by the fireplace.)
Marco has always loved the snow, the sound of it crunching under his feet and the freshness of the earth that came with it. And so, when it snowed in Jinae he practically jumped for joy β begging to go out for a walk. The two of you walked down to the fields by your flat and you were immediately instructed to go and gather sticks and pebbles.Β
You gathered estranged twigs and holly for hair, coming back to two lumps of snow, stacked on top of each other in a sort of tower. Marco helped you bring the snowman to life, placing holly on as you ran off β sneaking up behind him with a snowball, delivered straight to his face as he turned at just the wrong time.Β
Youβd cleaned off his face with your scarf β apologising profusely as he pouted, feigning upset at your actions.Β
Loves to stay inside, the two of you make a pillow fort with blankets and teddies to stay huddled together. Heβd created a snack platter with fruits and sweeties, creating a massive bowl of popcorn as you searched for a movie. It took some convincing β though after peppering your face in smooches, you finally agreed β a Star Wars marathon.
You only actually made it through the first two films due to the fact that after each one you spent at least Β an hour nerding out about it, speculating and theorizing every detail and easter egg youβd seen. All snacks were demolished and the two of you ended up falling asleep halfway through the third film.
Calling it a date was a bit of a stretch. More like a competitive snowball fight in which youβd been captured for the last hour. Though, much to Erenβs dismay, you were winning. When one too many snowballs finally met his body he lunged. Chasing you through the snow and tackling you, strategically twisting so he would take the brunt of the fall.
Groaned every time you brought up your win, gets fussy when you refuse a round two purely because you know youβll be pelted Β and he canβt accept losing. Warm baths together as soon as you arrive back at the house, thoroughly soothing the cold ache within your bones.Β
Dating Mikasa had taught you many things about her, and one of those was that she absolutely loved to be busy. She presented you with two tickets to an amusement park that goes Christmas themed during the winter seasons. Absolutely adores walking around with you and will Β be obsessively checking wait times for lines.Β
Agreed to wearing (Subtly) matching elf jumpers with you, both being green, though they had different ribbons used for decoration. Expresses the joy she had throughout spending the day together, though claims her favourite part was buying candied apples from a stall youβd found tucked away.Β
Adores being outside when itβs snowing, insisting you lay down in the snow with him to make snow angels. Hot coffees were brought beforehand to warm up. You both enjoyed a beautiful walk through the woods, everything glistening in the snow. Youβd managed to get a photo of him drawing a heart in the snow.
Tackles you (lovingly) to the ground when you make fun of his softness β trying to keep his manliness. Laughs as the two of you sit in the snow for a while, gossiping while trying not to freeze your asses off. Both of you ended up getting sick, but the joy of the moment had managed to override the less than fortunate outcome.
Found the most adorable Christmas themed workshop to attend together. There was a range of activities to choose from but you both settled on a pottery and wine experience. The two of you spent the afternoon cackling away while your artistic skills failed to translate onto the poor mug you had chosen.
Pieck ended up having a glass of wine too many, and the Christmas tree on her mug ended up with a peenar on top instead of star. It still looked pretty. When you took it home you placed it on the shelf next to the cringey couples photoshoot she had insisted you took a few years ago. Both smiles on your faces were reflective of the true joy within your soul.
Woke you up to the sound of him shouting βBaby, oh my God itβs snowing! Hell yeah!β then essentially getting zoomies and running around in your local field for 15 minutes straight, jumping around like itβs nobody's business. After said 15 minutes are up he waddles over, nose red and cheeks flushed as you wrap his scarf back around his neck, mumbling;
βI hate the snow. Iβm cold, please take me home.β While having the look of a neglected puppy on his face. You took him home and the two of you decided to try out the mulled wine kit youβd been gifted by Bertholdt and his Girlfriend when they came back from their recent trip. Long story short, both of you got absolutely smashed and woke up sat by the backdoor in wet clothes, leant against each other. Worth it.
Loves a foodie date. The two of you went down to the local farmers market and picked up several ingredients to make a soup. It was cold, but he ensured you were properly wrapped up before you went out.Β He tied your apron and the two of you got to work, making croutons to go on the side. The house was warm and smelled fresh, homely.
Dinner was eaten on the couch under blankets while you watched the next episode of your favourite show together, washing up and having a night of comfort.Β
Told you as soon as he saw the snow outside that he didnβt want to leave the house. Instead he helped you to bake and decorate some cute cookies. You did most of the baking, he hovered around and stopped you from making too much mess. Levi did, in fact, ask you to help clear up. You complained and so he pulled up a chair and told you to keep an eye on the cookies and so they wouldnβt burn.
Was done cleaning by the time that the cookies were done. Helped you make the frosting while they were cooling down. Didnβt mind when you almost fell over laughing after smearing frosting on your face, instead he wiped it off his cheek with his thumb and attempted to dot it onto your nose.Β
Erwin had already planned several dates at the beginning of December, scheduling around seeing family and friends. At the beginning of the month he had planned to go and see an outdoor art exhibition, looking at stunning glass garden works. One thing he hadnβt planned ahead for was the weather. So when he saw the (thinnest) layer of snow on the ground he came up to you and insisted you to wear what felt like a million layers of clothes.
You complained that you were sweating despite the low temperature, however, at the end of the day you did end up saying he was correct. Feeding right into his ego which made him light up almost as bright as your Christmas tree.
You honestly hadnβt heard from them in about a week, though, that was relatively normal for such a βmastermind.β Though, when they missed the date you had planned you showed up at their apartment, ready to wage war. Instead, you were met with an unshowered and very Β excited partner, holding up a small glass box.
They dragged you into the house, the place looking a mess, but when they placed the box into your hand all was forgiven. A tiny, gorgeous snowflake lay rest, labeled βTo my love.β etched on the front of the glass in messy cursive. It was so unique, and so unbelievably Hange.
β£ βΈΊ parking lot talks ! ( ft. porco galliard ) ππ
porco put his soda into the cup holder before giving his burger a big bite. you shifted in your seat, turning to look at him.
it was late at night and both of you had been craving some fast food, so now you enjoyed your burgers and fries in the parking lot, relaxing in his car.
you wiped your hands and took a deep breath βokay so, listen to me.β
he raised an eyebrow, stopping mid bite to look at you βyeah?β
βwhatβs something that makes you jealous, but youβre fully aware thatβs stupid?β
he frowned slightly as he thought about your question. he was aware of his own possessive tendencies, and he knew some of them could be irrational and sometimes ridiculous.
he took a bite of his burger, his expression contemplative.
βhmph, that's a tricky one,β he mumbled around his mouthful of food βi guess...when people get too damn friendly with you. like, guys who flirt and stuff?β
βthat doesnβt count, anyone would be jealous of that,β you smirked, crossing your legs on top of the seat βi mean something likeβ crazy sick.β
he grumbled softly as he took another bite of his burger, thinking harder.
he knew you wanted something more interesting, and he wracked his brain trying to think of something that didn't sound ridiculous.
finally after a minute passed, he spoke up, his voice gruff and slightly embarrassed.
βokay, fine. there is one thing...β
βyeah?β you mumbled attentively.
he sighed softly. his cheeks heated up a little, suddenly fidgeting with his napkin.
βprobably how good with people you are,β he muttered, avoiding your gaze βi know it's stupid to be jealous of something like that, but damn, i hate how good you are at talking to people and helping them, i dunno. it kinda makes me want to...monopolize you or something.β
your cheeks heated up too. it was silly, really; but you felt your heart fluttering at the thought of your boyfriend feeling like that.
you didnβt mind it, to be honestβ¦
βoww pock,β you pinched his cheek, teasing him βmy sweet boy, so jealous.β
he rolled his eyes, his face burning βokay wow! this is why i didnβt want to tell you.β you laughed, and the corner of his lips curled up βnow itβs your turn to tell me.β
βalright!β you clasped your hands together like youβve been waiting for him to ask you this question βwhen youβre working at the shop, and one of your female costumers is already sat in her car and she asks you to explain something, so you open the door and lean over her to point at the things as you explain, so your arm is practically in front of her faceβ that.β
he let out a bark of surprised laughter, both amused and slightly embarrassed at how accurate your description was. he knew exactly what you were talking about, and he couldn't help but feel a bit called out.
βthatβs a bit specific,β he chuckled βbut hey, come on, iβm just trying to be helpful.β he protested.
βnah-uh!β you waved your finger in front of his face βno need to be doing all that, sir.β
porco couldn't help but grin at yor playful accusation. he knew he could be a bit of a show-off sometimes.
he scoffed and rolled his eyes, feigning innocence βoh, c'mon. i'm just being a good mechanic, you know that.β he said, his grin widening.
βgood mechanic my ass,β you grumbled βyouβre an attention seeker.β
he smirked βguilty as charged, babe.β
you glared at him, and he yelped when you threw the wrapper of your burger at him.
this sassy manβhe was going to be the death of you.
β£ βΈΊ parking lot talks ! ( ft. porco galliard ) ππ
porco put his soda into the cup holder before giving his burger a big bite. you shifted in your seat, turning to look at him.
it was late at night and both of you had been craving some fast food, so now you enjoyed your burgers and fries in the parking lot, relaxing in his car.
you wiped your hands and took a deep breath βokay so, listen to me.β
he raised an eyebrow, stopping mid bite to look at you βyeah?β
βwhatβs something that makes you jealous, but youβre fully aware thatβs stupid?β
he frowned slightly as he thought about your question. he was aware of his own possessive tendencies, and he knew some of them could be irrational and sometimes ridiculous.
he took a bite of his burger, his expression contemplative.
βhmph, that's a tricky one,β he mumbled around his mouthful of food βi guess...when people get too damn friendly with you. like, guys who flirt and stuff?β
βthat doesnβt count, anyone would be jealous of that,β you smirked, crossing your legs on top of the seat βi mean something likeβ crazy sick.β
he grumbled softly as he took another bite of his burger, thinking harder.
he knew you wanted something more interesting, and he wracked his brain trying to think of something that didn't sound ridiculous.
finally after a minute passed, he spoke up, his voice gruff and slightly embarrassed.
βokay, fine. there is one thing...β
βyeah?β you mumbled attentively.
he sighed softly. his cheeks heated up a little, suddenly fidgeting with his napkin.
βprobably how good with people you are,β he muttered, avoiding your gaze βi know it's stupid to be jealous of something like that, but damn, i hate how good you are at talking to people and helping them, i dunno. it kinda makes me want to...monopolize you or something.β
your cheeks heated up too. it was silly, really; but you felt your heart fluttering at the thought of your boyfriend feeling like that.
you didnβt mind it, to be honestβ¦
βoww pock,β you pinched his cheek, teasing him βmy sweet boy, so jealous.β
he rolled his eyes, his face burning βokay wow! this is why i didnβt want to tell you.β you laughed, and the corner of his lips curled up βnow itβs your turn to tell me.β
βalright!β you clasped your hands together like youβve been waiting for him to ask you this question βwhen youβre working at the shop, and one of your female costumers is already sat in her car and she asks you to explain something, so you open the door and lean over her to point at the things as you explain, so your arm is practically in front of her faceβ that.β
he let out a bark of surprised laughter, both amused and slightly embarrassed at how accurate your description was. he knew exactly what you were talking about, and he couldn't help but feel a bit called out.
βthatβs a bit specific,β he chuckled βbut hey, come on, iβm just trying to be helpful.β he protested.
βnah-uh!β you waved your finger in front of his face βno need to be doing all that, sir.β
porco couldn't help but grin at yor playful accusation. he knew he could be a bit of a show-off sometimes.
he scoffed and rolled his eyes, feigning innocence βoh, c'mon. i'm just being a good mechanic, you know that.β he said, his grin widening.
βgood mechanic my ass,β you grumbled βyouβre an attention seeker.β
he smirked βguilty as charged, babe.β
you glared at him, and he yelped when you threw the wrapper of your burger at him.
this sassy manβhe was going to be the death of you.
Okay so based on your "I can horny hc him but he's not a sex god" reblog, which characters do you think fit the mold of "the work itself never refers this, but it is obvious they are good at sex"?
Most of my favorite characters are realistically probably not very good at sex and have to practice to get good, but I'd have to say I think Loid Forger is good at it. The text never explicitly states, "Loid Forger could rock your world," but based on his personality and work habits, I feel like he's probably spent time perfecting the skill in order to better complete his missions. In fact, I'd suggest he's probably too good at sex. Like, he knows what he's doing and he's great at it, but he's never in the moment because he's thinking about what he's doing the whole time. He's in the same vein as those guys who are very formulaic about sex. Like, they figure out something that works one time and then they never stop doing that exact routine. It's like a recipe in their heads. Lick this, pinch that, twiddle this, and then the result is supposed to be an orgasm but it's really just boring. I think that he would not be that bad, but it's still kind of mechanical in a way. Are you getting what I'm saying? Maybe I'm trying to say that's good but it's not personal. I don't know.
I also think that Porco would be good at sex. He just has that vibe to me. He's not super tall and his name means pig and he's got something to prove and prove it he does.
I did most of this talk to text and am not proofreading so sorry for any errors
Iβm sorry yall but the only aot guy that would have a clue when it comes to fixing cars is probably porcoβ¦
Jean doesnβt know a thing. If the mechanic asked him to pop his hood so they could take a look heβd probably have to google how do it (I canβt decide if heβs willing to admit how lost he is tho)
Connie MAYBE knows a little something. Like he can do the basics like changing a tire or a jump start and some other minor things but anything past that heβll leave to the professionals
Levi might be able to tell you whatβs wrong with it based off sights and sounds but heβs not getting his hands dirty to fix it. Heβll get on the phone with the repair shop and give them a basic gist of what they need to do but he will not be doing the work himself if he can help it
Eren might know a little more than Jean but a lot less than connie.. with him tho heβll pretend he knows what heβs talking about :/ like he brings his car into the shop and when the mechanic is telling him whatβs up heβs nodding along like βright right of course, thatβs what I was thinking tooβ but deep down heβs never heard half the words being thrown around rn
Eren when the mechanic tells him he needs a whole new engine:
eren jaeger whoβs your best friend first, lover secondβ¦ makes you laugh even on your worst days, talks shit with you over drama thatβs multiple years old, has pajama day movie marathons complete with junk food and alcoholβ¦the kisses and more are just a bonus!!
:ΰ°Β¨ β± πππππππ ππππππππ : nsfw, female-bodied reader, dom!reader, all boys are subs here, pegging, fauxjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, brat taming, spitting, a splash of mommy kink for armin and jeanβs, strap referred to as cock because thatβs hot, men in lingerie, praise, degradation.
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βΒ Heβs so grumpy about it leading up to it, grouching about how heβs gonna put you on stable cleaning duty if you do it badly. Shuts up real quick when youβre not only good at it, but it feels too good. Like it ruins him. Heβs so out of control of his voice and his body, the way he arches into your thrusts, hands scrambling across your back and thighs, trying to pull you impossibly closer.
β At first, he thinks everything feels like itβs too much and that heβs gonna break, but once heβs used to taking dick enough to not go slack-jawed every time you put it in? Expect to step up your game, cus this man knows exactly what he wants from you. Catch him on a day he needs to get out of his head and if you arenβt fucking him so hard itβs pushing him up the bed? Heβll start fucking himself on you since youβre βobviously not going to give me what I need.β
do you write for porco if yes pls can i ask for porco and scout!reader post rumbling like how they both like each other but it's a huge struggle getting over years of propaganda and the wars against each other but they work it out and super fluffy PLSSSS ill sell my soul
Porco x Scout!Reader Headcanons
This was probably one of the longest headcanons i've done, I'm sorry lol
Porco who slightlyyy warmed up to you during the rumbling. When youβd all been forced to join together. But again, it wasnβt some huge change; he stayed close to Pieck pretty much the entire time, and there hadnβt been much time to really socialize.Β
Porco who was forced to socialize with you when youβd all become βPeace Ambassadorsβ you guys were gone for weeks, sometimes months at a time; you didnβt have many other options of companionship. Still itβd been hard. Youβd all still held a few grudges, and it really wasnβt anyone's fault.
Porco who still really only talks to the βwarriorsβ sure, youβve all βmade upβ but itβs hard to get over everything. I mean you guys destroyed his home. You guys were the reason he had no place to return to after the rumbling, you guys were the reason he was worried about his family's safety.Β
Porco who ends up alone with you one night. None of you really knew where you were. None of you really cared to know, Youβd spent the last few weeks attempting to strike a deal with some old president guy. One who was so overly frustrating to deal with. Youβd all be so mentally exhausted that you decided to hit up a bar before heading back home in the morning. You guys werenβt heavy drinkers, at least those of you from the scouts. Reiner had already been dragged out by Jean, Connie and Pieck. While Annie,Mikasa and Armin had disappeared at some point. Leaving just the two of you left behind.
Porco who wasnβt drinking. Or at least not much, itβd been very out of character. Especially after these last few stressful weeks. Heβd been more reserved, quieter. And youβd noticed. Of course you did. You thought about getting up, leaving. But you couldnβt,Β you couldnβt leave him here like this. He wasnβt even drunk, but the way he was carrying himself made you worry. So you moved instead, slowly slotting yourself in beside him. Not saying a word.
Porco who sits with you in a comfortable silence. He doesnβt acknowledge your presence but you definitely know heβs aware that youβre there. Neither of you moving to speak or to leave. This was new. Usually heβd huff and glare at you, throw out some rude remark, or shove you away. Had he really been so upset that heβd allow you to stay?
Porco who speaks first. βYou know, I hated you before.β straight to the point, a very monotone voice. You can only hum in response, waiting for him to continue. βEven after it all happened. Even after you risked your lives to try and help us save our home.β Itβs strange hearing him talk to you like this, his tone doesnβt have any malice behind it, and he canβt seem to look you in the eyes either.Β
Porco whoβs never been so soft spoken with you before, not like this. βBut youβre just like us. We werenβt any better than you Island Devils.β he meets your eyes before continuing. βIβm sorry.β His apology sounds like it physically pains him to say it. Like he doesnβt entirely believe itβs genuine.Β
Porco who for some strange reason, ends up in your bed that night. You werenβt drunk, but you really werenβt sure how it happened. Your conversation hadnβt really veered much, youβd just talked about how you felt obligated to join the military at such a young age because it had been the only option you really had. Youβd both had similar experiences, despite how βdifferentβ you were. Despite what youβd been told about them, or what theyβd been taught about you Island Devils. Somehow youβd ended up back in the boat, in your private cabin, naked and under the covers. Not that you were complaining.Β
Porco who doesnβt leave when he wakes up. The two of you just lay there. In complete silence yet again, but itβs the same as last night. Itβs comfortable. Itβs different. Itβs calming, like you were meant to be here. Youβre both just lying there on your sides, watching each other intently. Only going to move when you hear the others panicking about Porco being missing.
Porco whoβs warmed up to you a lot more lately. Itβs definitely not rushed. He hadnβt just unlearned everything heβd been taught, no; thatβd take more time. But you liked this, whatever it was that you two had. Heβd find his way into your bed maybe once or twice a week. Even if the two of you didnβt have sex, the late night talking was enough. Sometimes it just left the two of you upset, but it usually resolved itself. It was just hard. Hard learning to love someone youβd been taught to hate.
Porco whoβs jealous. He cannot stand when Connie tries to flirt with you, real or not. And itβs not like he can say anything about it. Heβd be found out immediately, whatever this was, was completely out of character for him. He hates when random men start flirting with you, getting way too close and way too touchy. That was his job.
Porco who knows heβs gotta get over whatever ego he has left. Knows he needs to work his way through whatever resentment he holds towards you, and your people. He knows itβs not worth losing a good thing over. Heβd seen Niccolo, how much happier heβd been. Sure Niccolo hadnβt just forgotten everything overnight, but heβd found someone worth challenging his views for. And Porco knew heβd found that person for him too.
Porco whoβs trying his best. For you. He wonβt risk this. Not after what little freedoms Marley had taken from him. He hadnβt been allowed to have a relationship while in the military, or at least the limitations of being a titan shifter hadnβt allowed him that. But now he had this, he wasnβt living with a timer ticking over his head. Wasnβt worried about leaving anyone behind. He doesnβt have to worry about rushing into having kids. And he wonβt ever have to worry about having his kids in the military. He gets to take his time with you.
Porco whoβs gentle with you. And gentle is definitely not a word others would use to describe him. He was brash, rude and so very passive aggressive. But he wasnβt like that with you anymore. Didnβt have to be. He wasnβt protecting himself from anything or anyone, you werenβt like the rest. You were special to him. Someone he found himself confiding in, someone he bared himself naked to. Someone he allowed himself to feel more for.Β
Porco who walks around with his hand around your waist, on the small of your back. Heβd gotten more comfortable with the idea of people knowing, it was just that he couldnβt bring himself to actually say it yet, so he showed his possessiveness like this. Nobody came near you when they were way too scared of him. You were off limits the moment word started spreading.Β
Porco whoβs constantly in your cabin. The others know not to turn the ship inside out while looking for him. Because 99.99% of the time heβs in your room. He enjoys spending his time there, heβd even added his own touch among your stuff. It had become less of your room and more of your room. He moved his clothes into the dresser, his few belongings into the bedside table. Heβd bought a picture frame and commissioned a street artist to draw the two of you. It was domestic, something he never thought he could have.
Porco who basks in it all. He loves the affection he receives from you. How he never had to directly ask for it, it was like you knew. And you did. You knew he kept coming back because he enjoyed your presence, itβd have been weird if not. You knew he liked it when youβd run your fingers through his hair. Or slowly rubbing his back after sex. You knew his quirks. How he actually preferred being alone. He wasnβt a drinker, the only reason heβd done it before was for stress, but now he had you. And he definitely wasnβt planning on letting you go any time soon.
