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the spooning meme

one: post your character and any prefs. little or big spoon?
two: tag around
three: your characters are now spooning.
four: profit???

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Noah Czerny | The Raven Cycle

[deathnglitter]

[ definitely the little spoon. A little spoon that’s been kept in the freezer for 7 years. ]

steve rogers (mcu) ota

[anthemically]

[ probably the big spoon but could be convinced otherwise ]

[not_without_you]

[How's a Bucky? Also, any timeframe preferences, if you're good with this grumpy cat?]

diana prince | dceu | ota

[monomachy]

[#bigspoonenergy]

thor (mcu) ota

[asgarded]

[ big spoon ahoy. ]

caleb widogast | critical role

[potential]

[ good luck. ]

challenge accepted--you get to choose who spoons.

[ageneroustip]

[ The idea of personal space has, for the entire two years that Molly has been functionally alive and present, never really been much of a thing. In the carnival, there was never enough space to go around for the lot of them, and life on the road meant being intimately familiar with the comings and goings of each other's limbs. Travelling with what would become the Mighty Nein, then, was a learning experience. Some people liked their space, and while Molly might not always adhere to the minimal physical contact brief that some of his new family (see: mostly Caleb) live by, he's nothing if not considerate to the needs and wants of those around him.

Things change though, as time passes. As the weather got colder, Molly watched with fascinated patience as Caleb slowly began to thaw. If Caleb were as cold as he was at the start, Molly would never have ended up sharing a tent with him, curled near each other for warmth while Fjord and Nott kept watch for the night. They would have probably never ended up getting closer together in the early winter chill. ]

illya kuryakin (man from uncle) ota

[kgbs]

[ what are spoons? no, he'd be the big spoon. ]

[modcloth]

[ Their safe houses are never as elegant as the hotels UNCLE puts them up in for missions, but that isn't the point of them. The point of them is a place to keep out of sight for a while, until the threat has passed and they can be extracted. It could be a place to entertain some privacy if they, as spies, are ever allowed that sort of luxury from their handlers. Tonight, this cabin in the middle of the woods falls squarely in between both reasons. There's a roaring fire to combat the winter night, no one is shooting at them, and Solo didn't come along for this particular assignment so they have the place to themselves.

But it's too quiet and the radio won't play music. They're too far north to pick up anything good.

So Gaby has thrown herself into the musty, creaky bed next to Illya, who has found a book to occupy his time. She wraps an arm and a leg around him (both cold, her pyjamas are too thin for this climate), her chin nestled on his shoulder, and looks between the hardcover and his face for a long moment before murmuring, ]

Is that book more interesting than me?

poe dameron | star wars

[xwings]

[ a versatile spoon. ]

el nyan au ish i suppose + unnecessary setup let me live

[insurgent]

[ normally, jyn exits after one their liaisons. poe dameron has been persistent with her — a warm presence that lightly corrects her assertions about herself (i'm not a hero, she says, when his knowing look suggest you will be), even on the threat of her right hook. he's reliable, charming, invested, not just in who she becomes but who she is now. there isn't much talking after they kiss in the red light, stumbling to his home after. she pushes hard and fast because she doesn't know any other way forward. the last time she lingered, people left her before she left them. it happens a few times after that, often on her terms, but he's not without initiative. jyn thinks that he doesn't want to scare her off.

hard to say what makes her stay tonight. the weather's miserable, a blustery and drizzling whirl outside. she asks to use his shower beforehand. that's unusual, though not new, and she leaves him lounging on the bed, seemingly at ease now (as he is in all things). when she gathers her clothes, she only pulls on her tank top and underwear, seized by the sudden impulse to stay. if you want something, you take it, jyn had told hadder. because if you don't, it'll slip through your fingers like stardust.

for a long moment, she hovers. ]

I might stay. [ said neutrally, with a look out the window to imply the rain is a factor. he'll offer her the sofa, if he doesn't want her close. ]

lara croft | tomb raider

[tombing]

[ the jetpack. ]

n. solo | tmfu

[selection]

[ a stylish spoon, perfectly polished, big or little. ]

[razh]

[ they were in the south of france, a small villa outside of nice, small enough that a good portion of their time here was spent as a single traveler, with the other working to stay out of sight and out of the eyes of the locals. it had been a quick trip across western europe, moving between towns and cities by ground, trying to catch up with gaby who had been flown a few days early to paris to work her way into what was - apparently - the last few remaining relatives of another prominent german family. there were ties that went directly back to hitler that put this job out of all the others at the top of the priority list. however, it was complicated, and left illya and napoleon to race across the countryside to match with times and connections that they needed to make to keep going.

with some handiwork from illya and some flirting of the locals from napoleon, they were a day early, and had been directed to stay in this small villa for the night. it was, as far as the owners were concerned, just napoleon who was staying here - illya needing to sneak in through the back and into the room without being seen, as a ‘giant with a russian accent’ would stand out more than a dark haired fluent french speaker.

( illya liked the way napoleon sounded when he spoke french, his american accent gone entirely as his mouth moved over the words, but that was indicative more to lily’s exhaustion that it was anything else, of course. )

but through it all they made it into the room. dinner had been picked from the own over, a bottle of wine shared between them, an argument about who would get the bed and who would be on the floor (which ended up with phrases such as ‘you got to take a hot shower, i am taking the bed’ and ‘you were more than welcome to join’), that all ended in an agreement that they would both, for whatever reason, attempt to share it. they were both exhausted, both strung out from days of hard traveling, and both immediately fell asleep.

when illya woke up, however, was when he noticed something was off. it wasn’t anything specific that he noticed, at first. he was warm, his body heavy from the sleep it so desperately needed. the bed was comfortable enough, though almost too soft, and napoleon hadn’t been - against all odds - a bad sleeping partner. however, as illya began to blink a bit more awake, there were a few more things that fell into place. like how he was turned onto his side - facing the wall - which wouldn’t normally cause alarms except that illya rarely slept on his side. the second was the embarrassing state he was in, his shirt pulled up and his loose linen pants uncomfortably tight. then, it was what was pressed against him - a wall of heat that stretched from his shoulder down to his waist, a body lined up against his, an arm slung across his waist.

he must have still been out of it, sleeping clinging desperately to his mind, because his only real response had been to reach down for napoleon’s wrist and try to pry it off of him - as if the rest of it hadn’t quite set in. ]

You take up too much room, Cowboy.

[ but do not fret - it will probably set in soon. ]

Clark Kent | DC Comics / DCEU | OTA

[apricitous]

[ #variablespoonenergy ]

markus | d:bh

[rumored]

[ big spoon but i'm v interested also in him being little spoon ]

Sanderson Hawkins | DC Comics | OTA

[granularity]

[ he would try to big spoon, but he really could use some little spooning ]

Matt Murdock || Marvel

[trustinthedevil]

((any spoon will do))

Loras Tyrell 🌹Game of Thrones/ASOIAF

[florem]

male spoons only, canon spooning also available

Peter Quill • MCU

[volumes]

[ probably little tbh. ]

connor | detroit: become human

[greeted]

( he can be whatever you want him to be 😏 he doesn't have a spoon protocol, he'll be either. m/m preferred unless previously discussed for shippy-skewed stuff, ota for gen )

kylo ren ( STAR WARS ) ota

[vaderstan]

( amuse me with making him the small spoon I sWEAr. )

Horatio Hornblower | Hornblower

[midship]

[could be either but honestly someone hold this tired boy]

[panda_baby]

[ The tiniest little Big Spoon/Jet Pack! ]

sam giddings | until dawn

[aerobics]

[ she has big spoon energy, folks. ]

lara jean covey | to all the boys i've loved before

[inspirative]

[ 80% little spoon but 20% boys need to be held too sometimes ]

north | detroit: become human

[detesting]

( north will never admit to liking one over the other. hold her She Deserves It. )

[mamabot]

[ u good w a kara who survived the recycling center giving north a hug? ]

Marlon | The Walking Dead: The Final Season

[lookedcool]

dutch | killjoys

[motivation]

[ biggest spoon despite being smol but also give her hugs pls and hold her ]

idek

[antecede]

[ hoth is the coldest planet luke's ever been to, of course. but this place would have to be a close second.

han would argue that a boy who grew up on a moisture farm on tatooine doesn't know what he's talking about when he says it's cold, but luke isn't wrong in this case. there's snow blanketing the ground, more of it falling from the sky, and some of it has frozen into treacherous ice on the footpaths. and this building was built, as the owner so cheerfully told them, when the first colonizers came to this town -- then just some abandoned earth -- and before they had any kind of thermal technology to keep warm. getting to stay here was considered a badge of honor, plainly, though luke would've much rather lodged somewhere with thermal control.

it's their covers that's to blame, crafted by dutch and her team. they're posing as a couple from qresh, honeymooning at an exotic locale.

(undercover isn't my thing, he'd protested.
don't worry,, she'd said, it is mine.)

they're really following rumors beneficial to the both of them -- rumors of strange objects, strange places, strange occurrences around here. the explanation could have to do with the green, or with old jedi (or sith) relics, and they intend to find out which.

they didn't account for the strong local liquor. they didn't account for awkward, probing questions from the local peoples. and they didn't account for the single room with a single bed and no heat at all.

still, luke says, ]

You'd better take the bed.

[ he's reasonably lucid, all things considered. there are tricks with the force to improve one's tolerance to alcohol, to process it all faster. theoretically, the force should also keep him comfortable enough no matter what the temperature is, burning or freezing. a jedi can't complain about trifling matters like that, after all.

(he's shivering despite himself, but it's fine.) ]

thomas nightingale | rivers of london

[ettersberg]

[ little spoon. m/m and assumed cr shippiness preferred. ]

stephanie brown | dc comics (new earth)

[quipper]

[ a versatile spoon. ]

huffs!!!!!

[thirdsacharm]

[ tim drake is pinned.

which, all things considered, is a feat in and of itself. he's had enough training, does enough mental gymnastics, to more often than not avoid any scenario that he would be cornered like this. he is good at getting out of those scenarios. he is adept at avoiding them. the fact he is, in this moment, wholly and entirely unable to escape is an incredible, insurmountable accomplishment.

granted - there's the fact he doesn't really want to that is, at its heart, the reason behind it all.

because currently, timothy jackson drake-wayne has one (1) stephanie brown wrapped around his middle where he sits propped up against the wall of the bed. their bed. this bed. he has his laptop propped up on his lap and he's been reading over the rough pages to a slowly building folder, which is the same position he's been in for the last couple of hours, and somehow over the course of it stephanie had taken a shower, gotten undressed, eaten dinner, gotten comfortable, and fallen asleep. tim had missed that, he thinks - vaguely aware of what her schedule has been but less aware of when it exactly happened. they've been on this mission together for nearly two weeks now, so her routine has become normal. become a part of the interior folder in tim's head of Subconscious Knowledge About Stephanie Brown.

( this is dangerous. he knows this is dangerous. he knows her, and this, and what comes after, and he knows better than this. )

and yet, here they are - stephanie's arm wrapped around his waist, the pressure behind his eyes that tells him it's time to sleep, the (now much more quiet) voice telling him he could probably last another hour or so, and then - perhaps most surprisingly - the louder, more convincing voice that says why. why stay up. why keep going. why fight it at all.

( that last question has a much bigger connotation that he is not quite prepared to unpack just yet. )

either way, whether it be from a slight tightening of steph's arm, a mid-sleep sigh, or his own exhaustion catching up with him - tim does close his laptop, setting it on the ground next to the bedside table, and sets his glasses on top of it, trying to turn a bit to grab the light and actually scoot further into the bed when steph makes a very agitated noise. ]

I'm just trying to get under the covers.... [ his voice is probably more fond than it has any right to be, but it's not like she's listening to him anyway. ]