Aot X Reader: Bedtime Routine

Aot x reader: Bedtime routine

Characters: Onyankopon, Floch, Zeke, Jean, Connie, Annie, Porco, Yelena, Mike

Rating: PG (and very cozy), warnings: none

Gn!reader

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Onyankopon

He always prays before sleep. He likes to sit on the bed, hugging his legs or just crossing them, depending on how he's feeling. He likes when you join the bed and you come close to him, listening to him or even praying with him. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your face a lot after the prayers, and then tucks you under the covers, snuggles you and talks with you until you both fall asleep. He holds your hand while sleeping.

Floch

He's too serious, even before bed. He sits at his office and sometimes he falls asleep there. You have to poke him and make him come to bed. And you always have to remind him to brush his teeth. Sometimes he's too tense and might come off as angry, but at the end he gently wraps an arm around you and shares his warmth with you. You pet his thick hair until you can hear snoring. He likes it even if he doesn't vocally express it.

Zeke

He always reads before bed. Or maybe for the whole night. If you happen to also sleep late you have noticed that. Sometimes you also read with him, leaning on him, or you lay down and let him run his cool hands through your hair. Sometimes you make him hold your hand too. The times he has fallen asleep with his glasses on are countless, and you take them off, help him lie down, cover him well and kiss his forehead.

Jean

Jean just wants to cuddle you. It's the moment he waits for all day, especially when he had a tiring day training or attending diplomatic meetings. All he wants is to feel your body against him, his hands to feel your face and torso, to whine about everything annoying that happened, to kiss your neck and lips, and just enjoy the simple things without complicated night routines. If you comfort him and pamper him a lot he's in heaven.

Connie

He'd try to solve riddles or read funny stories so that he'd make himself sleepy, but he made the mistake to have a lot of caffeine before. He lays on his back and stares at the ceiling, having too many philosophical questions coming to the surface of his head. Sometimes he mutters them out loud, and you put a hand on his chest, telling him to be quiet. Sometimes you give him a massage in the scalp to make him fall asleep finally or Jean will make fun of his sleepiness the next day.

Annie

She doesn't talk much, so there were days you asked her how her day was and she just said *good*. She also isn't too heated about physical contact but she does want it actually. She likes to tangle your legs with hers, it makes her feel rested after tough training. She also likes hands on her nape or sides. She may smile with relief if you rub her sore muscles. Sometimes she nuzzles your neck and hugs you closer.

Porco

He usually returns to the bedroom from the kitchen with a snack. Don't smirk at him because he blushes. Of course he shares with you if you ask. He also likes to listen to radio stories while snacking. You lean on his shoulder and steal a bit of his snack while he's too absorbed with the crime series he's listening to. Eventually, he falls asleep to relaxing jazz the late night program has and you have to take the empty snack containers or plate away from him.

Yelena

She likes herbal tea before bed. Ideally something very hot and relaxing. You also get to see her in her cute underwear with linen details, contrasting her usual black suit. She also likes listening to late night radio programs, especially if it contains interesting people's interviews. She smiles, listening about weird celebrities or deviants. She's the one to wrap a long arm around you and bring you to her chest, sighing with euphoria about the moment.

Mike

He literally lies down and falls asleep like a wood. Not because he's cold to you and doesn't want to spend time with you, but because he's very tired. He appreciates when you rub circles on his back or chest, or nuzzle his hair while he's sleeping. If he's not sleeping that deeply, he wraps a tired arm around you and locks you in his embrace, sniffing your neck a bit to catch the smell vibes. He also made sure to smell nice himself, having showered right before, because he knows better than anyone that smell speaks by itself.

fyi for those in Phoenix Arizona: stay away from Target because the Phoenix Police still won't arrest this dude despite it being illegal to declare intention of violence like this 🙃

Rune Haako, painted by moi

Floch x reader: watching shows with him on a rainy evening.

Rating: PG | Gn!reader | warnings: none | modern au

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You return home from a tiring day at work, or you were staying in and were bored, the weather is not so good to go out and have a drink or dinner, so you decided to curl in your couch with a blanket and watch cheaply made soap operas and realities.

Floch reluctantly comes out of his hole as well, noticing what you're doing and really wanting to join, but it still looks stupid to him. He doesn't want to show that he'd like to watch so insignificant little shows, and yet he also craves to get under the warmth you have created inside the blanket, and wrap his arms around you. He wouldn't admit that he likes entertainment of poor quality, and especially he wouldn't want to reveal that he can get pretty touchy and gently around you.

Whenever he looks at you all comfortable and curled up, he almost can't help himself, he wants to rub your cheeks together and let his hands wander on the shapes your body creates.

You hear his feet on the floor as he approaches the sofa, and then he clears his throat. "What are you doing?..."

You reply to him with a smile while still looking at the screen, and you ask him if you want him to join. He shrugs and grimaces, and sits on the sofa next to you with crossed legs.

At first he's very stiff. Sometimes he shows scenes on the screen and comments on things that catch his attention. He ends up doing it even more as time passes, and he sometimes chuckles sarcastically at stupid love scenes or drama and calls it *baroque*.

You need to make the first move if you want to get him to snuggle you. At first, you maybe reach for his hand and tickle it with your index. Or maybe try to wrap the blanket around him. He wouldn't reciprocate but he wouldn't pull away either. He likes it in fact.

As time passes, he softly but slightly stiffly starts cuddling you, letting your legs tangle and making you rest on his chest. You can feel his heartbeat like this. Rubbing his chest will send goosebumps in his stomach, and you'll feel the trembling. His own hands rest on your back, occasionally rubbing it and your hair.

He actually gets fixated with your hair. He strokes them and plays with locks in his fingers. His lips gently brush on your head and he nuzzles it.

He wants to touch you intimately a lot. He cups your cheeks and your nape, runs his palms on your torso and reaches your legs as he gets even more comfortable with showing vulnerability and affection.

He doesn't want the peaceful evening to end. The shows are addicting as they keep him fixated on something and extinguish his boredom, buy most importantly, he can't get enough of your closeness and wishes he could get more times in the day to relax like this.

Not just your Valentine (Finral x gn!reader)

Just a cute little one shot for a valentine's event for our BC server event! It's PG and fluffy, so no warnings!

"Ah, so you're already here, uuuh... I hope you weren't waiting for me too much..." The brown haired young man scratched his head as he saw you sitting on that one lonely bench with the exceptional view of the forest and the mountains.

He awkwardly sat next to you and slid closer, looking down. "How, How are you doing in this special day?!..." He shyly said and looked around him, with an awkward smile.

"What are you hiding?" You curiously peeked behind his back, and he jerked to the side.

"N- nothing, special..." He revealed a pretty box of slightly expensive chocolate and a colourful bouquet of roses and wild flowers. "These are for you..."

You took the gifts with a big smile, smelled the flowers and thanked him with a tender embrace. He was shaking, as he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled your neck.

"Thank you so much, Finral! You didn't have to!" You opened the chocolates and ate one.

You looked at his embarrassed smile becoming relieved. You raised an eyebrow at his behaviour, but continued the date as planned, looking at the sun shining through the mountains and listening to the wind inside the leaves. Your hand slowly reached his and brushed his fingers.

He winced to the touch and you noticed a blush forming on his face. You held his hand and leaned on his shoulder. "You... You could relax, you know..."

What do you mean, I'm fine..." He sweetly said and rolled his eyes.

"Well, I see it..." You squinted with a bit of irony.

"Ah, fine..." He casually sighed with a grin. "Sometimes I just... You know... I sss-" He clenched his fist tightly and bowed his head as he was struggling to mouth something. "I suck at romance!"

He let out a muffled sob. "B- but! You're important to me... I have tried to date so many people before, I have gone to various mixers, bars, flirted on the streets, but I never was successful at this! I never cared this much other than the fact that my self esteem felt crushed, but now... Now I can't risk it! I just want to earn your heart, you know!..."

"... And you have!"

"I know, I'm so incapable of- Wait, really?!"

"Yes! You really try so hard, and that's so sweet of you, but you already have earned my heart long ago! You're a very sweet and caring guy. I appreciate trying to earn me but it won't necessarily happen if you are perfect by the dating standards." You put a gentle hand on his back and brushed some hair strands away from his face to look at his moved expression. "Just be yourself, Finral!"

Your hand reached one of the chocolates and put it in his mouth. He accepted it, but stayed silent for couple of minutes. Your expression turned worried and you called his name with a frown.

But it turned out that he was just trying not to cry with his mouth full, but couldn't keep it together.

"Oh, what am I going to do with you..." He leaned into your embrace as you extended your hands towards him. He clung to you and wiped his eyes.

Two words escaped his lips. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being my Valentine..."

"Not just your Valentine, partner..."

Academically speaking, I still find the whole “anti-shipper” movement to be fascinating from a sociological perspective.

You have what amounts to a extremist purity cult whose beliefs align nearly precisely with those of Conservative American Christianity in terms of sexual purity politics (admittedly with some additional flourishes that I’ve watched develop in real time), but is mostly composed of minority members whose sexual-and-gender identities are opposed and oppressed by Conservative American Christianity.  Additionally, their tactics also mirror religious pro-censorship groups (such as Warriors For Innocence), but their rhetoric is entirely secularized and derived from leftist theory.

Did they arrive at this structure via convergent evolution?  Via socially dominant concepts in the greater socio-cultural space that they occupy?  I doubt it was by direct emulation but the possibility does exist on some levels.