what do you think cuddling with Avery would be like? head canons would be good! thank you ☺️
this is my first avery x reader headcanon request, and my first isle of armor x reader request in general! i hope i did it justice! ;;
he would absolutely demand to be the little spoon at all times
in day to day life, he has a lot on his shoulders - his family lineage and the expectations that come with that, his gym leader training and taking care of his pokémon, working on his psychic powers... he’s a busy, stressed, self conscious guy
(well, aren’t we all, really)
so, when he’s with you and you alone in the space he knows is most private - your bedroom - he really comes out of his shell
the first time you slept over, he was... uncomfortably formal about the way you’d sleep, actually
‘if it’s preferable to you, i’d like to present the idea that our sleeping arrangements should be decided upon by myself and my own judgement. though i’m certain you have your own nightly habits that i’ll allow you to carry out without issue, i would find it most appropriate if i were to-‘
‘um, avery,’ you interrupt, keeping your tone mild. ‘can you cut to the chase, please?’
avery falters a little, but gathers himself together again a moment later, pushing his silky hair behind his ears and his glasses up his nose
‘well then,’ he starts, looking unsure. ‘i’ve only heard this referenced by others, so forgive me if my phrasing is incorrect, but i would much prefer to be — is it called a ‘little spoon’?’
you stare at him for a moment as your brain tries to catch up to what has just left his mouth
‘oh,’ you eventually reply, still a little baffled. ‘yeah, that’s what it’s called.’ he looks at you expectantly. ‘oh! yes, avery, that, um — that’s fine with me.’
wrapping yourself around a lanky ass guy who’s at least a few inches taller than yourself, trying to warm yourself back up from your quick trip to fill up your glass of water
he grumbles into his pillow, his pretty hair falling over his face and muffling the noise further
‘your feet are cold,’ he complains, but he doesn’t recoil; rather, he shuffles back into you — only minutely, but you still feel it. ‘move them away, please.’
‘can’t,’ you reply, pressing your nose between his shoulder blades. ‘i’m freezing. need to share heat. we’re like two little eiscues.’
‘i am not a penguin, and i am certainly not created to share heat,’ avery grumbles further, but you can both feel your hands warming up where they’re pressed against his skinny waist
‘hmm,’ you hum in response, snuggling closer
with this, avery finally gives in and begins to shuffle in your arms, arranging the pillows and the duvet until he’s just comfy enough
there’s a pause where he doesn’t let all the tension ebb from his body, though — just as you’re about to ask, he huffs a quiet sigh and leans back
with that, he finds your hand in seconds — those psychic powers are going to good use, you guess — and interlocks your fingers, pulling your arm across his waist to nestle it close to his chest
it rests there for a moment, but not long — after a second, he pulls your hand up to his mouth and gently, carefully kisses the back of your hand
you can’t help but giggle, and you know he heard it when you hear him huff a dramatic little sigh
‘i’m sorry! you’re just so cute.’
he huffs again. ‘i’m not cute. i’m romantic.’
when you peer over his shoulder, you can see the faintest smile playing at the corner of his mouth, and you can’t resist leaning in to kiss it away