middle spoon

anonymous asked:

sincerely three hcs??? are you're great

Picking a movie is nearly impossible

  • Jared likes gory thrillers which Connor personally hates (Zoe loves though) 
  • Connor prefers Netflix series over movies; he actually isn’t a bit fan of film
  • Connor and Jared bicker between a movie or a series, of course a movie is a lot better for the time allowed but Connor’s house is the place they watch most of the movies sooo he’s got remote power
  • Evan sits back and whispers how he wants to watch a rom-com because its late and he rather not watch something that will terrify him and something he can’t finish and spend all night mulling over
  • Connor and Jared usually go with Evan’s choice since they have to deal with the consequences, Rom-coms are 90% of their movie history, with Evan in the middle being sandwich spooned by his boyfriends

Hunk wakes up in a cold sweat, clutching the blanket. Keith grumbles and sits up next to him. “What’s wrong?”
Hunk shudders. “They did it… I swore they would never do it but I can feel it… they finally did…”
At this, Lance wakes up too, rubbing circles into his back. “Elaborate, buddy?”
Hunk curls up on himself and lets out a tiny sob. “Cheetos Sweetos, Lance. They finally came out with Cheetos Sweetos.”

The Middle

Written for @spnpolybingo​. This fills the “Who is the middle spoon?” square.

Summary: Dean, Sam, and Cas change their sleeping arrangements after a scary experience. Takes place after 12 x 12.

Warning: 12 x 12 spoilers, Wincestiel, mentions of smut

Word Count: 545

A/N: This one is short, but I hope you like it! Only tagging @justanothersaltandburn and @purgatoan because I’m not sure who else wants to read the poly. XOXO

They fall asleep wherever they land in their gigantic bed.

Sometimes, they’re exhausted from a hunt- or worse, injured from one- and they gingerly settle into the first available space on the mattress. Whoever is best able is the one responsible for getting all three of them undressed, Sam pulling off Cas’ tie or Dean gently working Sam’s jeans down his legs, both Sam and Cas helping Dean stretch out with bruised ribs as he cusses at them. Once the injured party is taken care of, the others just fall in where there’s room, contorting their large bodies if necessary, never sleeping like ordinary people.

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poly ship things that no one thinks about:

* the bed is inevitably too small the first year of their relationship. always. *person a confides anger/frustration/hurt to person b and then person c 2 hours later kicks open the door like WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME  because every poly relationship has the emotional turmoil tattle tail
* learning each other’s weird little habits and pet peeves and how they totally end up causing hilarious arguments
* person a, b, and c all trying to shop for gifts and having to weave an intricate web of lies to try and keep the others from finding out their gifts
* figuring out positions in bed that work best for everyone ends up being a competition
* persons a and c trying to suprise person b and person b knew the whole fucking time that those two idiots were planning a party but they still act all surprised because they know how hard those idiots worked
* Persons b and c getting into an argument and person a tries to be the mediator
* persons a and b getting frustrated with how emotionall closed off person c can be and commiserating together
*but persons b and c always commiserate about how emotionally demanding person a can be at times
* then persons a and c getting together and basically agreeing that the worst thing about person b is how fucking picky they are about the hOUSE JESUS IT’S A DIRTY CUP IN THE SINK CALM DOWN
* the kitchen is always too cramped. you could literally have a chopped style kitchen and it’s still cramped.
* trying to explain that no this is not our friend or sibling this is actually our other partner
* the turmoil of being the new one to the relationship
*the anxiety of being the one who suggests the relationship first
* the shower/bath is always frustratingly too small
* fielding “mormon” jokes and “polygamy” questions
* “who gets to be the middle spoon”
* the absolute requirement of a large couch
*having two people to snuggle when you’re sad
* everything is a vote. everything. who wants pizza? do we like this piece of the living room?
* cuddle piles or cuddlepede. there is no other way.
* those moments where one feels left out and the others have to reassure them
* different kinks and figuring out how to keep everyone comfortable but still play
* if someone smokes/drinks and someone else in the ship ain’t cool with it
* coming out as a trio
*figuring out parenting
* clashing decor
*clashing music tastes

From someone in a real life poly relationship


seraphicsteve  asked:

I'm slightly tipsy and can you just bless my drunk self with samstevebucky cute thingies pls? I would love you so much. I mean I'll love you anyway but like. I'll love you more than Steve and Bucky love Sam. Which is a lot. Ignore me


-Sam is the middle spoon always
-Bucky and Steve often fight for who gets to treat Sam that day
-They are just the pettiest, saltiest trio of dudes to be in love EVER. Never a day goes by when someone isn’t an asshole to someone else (but they kiss and make up later on)
-Steve sings in the shower and Sam and Bucky record him and then embarrass him with the videos
-Sam is a terrible cook but neither Steve nor Bucky have the heart to do anything about it, so Bucky teaches himself to cook by obsessively watching the food network. He’s basically a five star chef
-Bucky has a safe space in the apartment where he goes if he’s having a bad time. Sometimes he’ll find little pre-made love notes from Steve and Sam when he gets there
-Steve leaves his sketches everywhere. They’re almost always of Bucky or Sam. Bucky started hanging the ones he likes the most on the fridge
-They have ‘themed nights’ (ex: taco Tuesday) because it’s good for their trauma to have consistency but also cuz they’re giant dorks
-They wear each other’s clothes. Bucky gets banned from Steve and Sam’s shirts since he keeps making holes in the left sleeve
-Mornings are for snuggling and sweet soft kissing
-They have all napped more than once in a giant dog pile on the floor with some blankets
-All and all they are soft and in love!!!!!

Reasons Jack has been exiled to the couch
  • cold toes
    • specifically, cold toes near Bitty’s thighs
  • Distracted Bitty with [Redacted] and caused a pie to burn
    • bitty felt bad about halfway through the night and climbed on the couch with him
  • It was his turn to clean the sheets after [redacted] but he forgot, Bitty did it but since Jack couldn’t be bothered to change the sheets why should he get to sleep on them
    • he never forgot again
  • Woke bitty up at 4am on his day off to go for a run, bitty refused, and locked the bedroom door.
    • when he woke up again at ten, Jack was pouting on the couch
  • Accidently let Chowder know that what they had gotten him for christmas
    • it was a signed sharks jersey
    • chowder cried when jack spoiled it, and when he opened it
  • Jokingly referred to Bitty as a house husband
    • Bitty laughed
    • Jack’s true mistake was saying this in front of Shitty
    • who proceeded to climb into Jack and Bitty’s bed because “I’ll appreciate you Bits, you are more than your baking to me”
    • Jack could either triple spoon his BF and BFF or sleep on the couch
    • He chose the couch when Shitty demanded he be the middle spoon 

anonymous asked:

I need soft klunk/ hance/ klance/ heith rn if you have any headcanons, scenarios, etc

hunk and keith like to watch lance playing video games! keith is the bf who’s yelling at the screen about what lance should do (he is usually wrong. lance tries to do what he thinks anyway and then saves himself at the last minute) and hunk is the bf who says things like “you’re doing great and i love you!” every time lance pushes a button.

also, for 2player games, they’ve established keith plays the loser of the first round. they can’t remember when they decided that but it’s a thing. hunk always wins.

keith and lance talking about hunk are the embodiment of the “when will your fave ever” meme
lance: “the other day, i saw hunk turn oxygen into carbon dioxide! he literally took gas, and turned it into another gas! when will your fave ever?” keith: “holy shit!!! i saw him stand, and he put one leg in front of the other, and kept doing that, and he was moving!” lance: “holy shit!!!!!!”

hunk and keith both have lordosis and it’s very painful for both of them (keith won’t let you know he’s Suffering™ though. he usually just pretends it’s not there) so lance did thorough research on ways to manage lordosis and the pain that comes with it and told them what he found out in hopes that would help a little bit. hunk knew most of it already. keith looked him dead in the eye, and said, complete deadpan. “i don’t even know what a spine is. what’s a lord the oats. is it a fruit”

hunk and lance tell keith “stop making me laugh when i try to get you to take care of yourself” on a daily basis. keith never graces them with a response

“and just like that, keith was gone…. if he was ever there at all….” “keith we know you’re under the bed.” “dammit.”

every time they cuddle with a blanket it has to be lance’s blanket. it just has to. his smells the best.

hunk is the middle spoon!! sometimes he lets the others be the middle spoon though. he likes switching it up.

they have fun dance sessions!! at first keith was kind of embarrassed to participate bc he thought it was silly, but lance and hunk taught him that that was the entire point. also they now know how to line dance. thanks keith

lance says Really Heavy Shit at like 3AM that makes the others worry about him but then he has no memory of it in the morning.

lance likes mint chocolate ice cream and keith and hunk feel betrayed

lance doesn’t like pineapple pizza and keith and hunk feel betrayed by that too

keith and hunk bite down on their ice cream and lance is terrified.

they’ll never say it out loud (on purpose), but hunk is keith and lance’s favorite boyfriend. yea they love each other but like… they love hunk more. a few times it slips and the other is just like “…same.” like?? they can’t even be mad. hunk is the best.

hunk makes/gives them… so many presents. lance shows them off to everyone like “look what my boyfriend gave me!!!!! he’s great and i love him!!!!!!” keith hides them all in a Very Secret Place so he doesn’t lose them and can keep them forever.

i hope you’re doing ok, anon

FicRequest: Sleepy Bones

FicRequest: Sleepy Bones
Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader
Word Count: 2226
For the lovely @emmkolenn

Warnings: Fluff and Morning wood, if you don’t know what that means, don’t read this.

A/N: this is a little long but it was so much fun to write! Hope you enjoy!!

Originally posted by say-do-be-nothing

Away missions always held an amount of uncertainty, even when going into situations that should be straightforward. You decided to prepare for every eventuality  when Scotty told you that you were accompany Dr. McCoy and a security detail down the planet to assist in the repairs of a crashed Federation science ship. They reported minor casualties and only one death (their doctor) of their small crew of 20, but Dr. McCoy insisted that he needed to go because no one else would be able to handle an unforeseen situation. He was always saying things like that.

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Springtime RecipesStrawberry Macarons

These adorable little heart-shaped strawberry macarons are infused with strawberry flavour in every layer (no artificial flavouring)! So good, you wouldn’t want to share!


For Macaron Shells:

• ½ cup (10gr) freeze-dried sliced strawberries (yields about 3 tablespoons of powdered strawberries)
• 1 cup (100gr) almond flour
• ¾ cup (100gr) powdered sugar
• 2 large egg whites (about 70gr)
• ¼ teaspoon cream of tartar
• ¼ cup (50gr) sugar
• ½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract
• Red gel food colouring

For Filling:

• 3 tablespoons (40gr) unsalted butter, softened
• ¾ cup (100gr) powdered sugar
• 2 teaspoons heavy (whipping) cream
• 1 tablespoon strawberry jam, plus additional 2 - 3 tablespoons for the filling
• ½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract
• 1/8 teaspoon salt


• Place the freeze-dried strawberries between two sheets of parchment paper. Using a rolling pin, crush the strawberries into a fine powder. (Alternatively, you can use pestle and mortar, or coffee grinder).

• In a medium bowl, sift together almond flour, powdered sugar, and powdered strawberries twice. Set aside.

• In a large mixing bowl with whisk attachment, beat the egg whites on medium speed until foamy. Add cream of tartar and continue to beat. Slowly add sugar one tablespoon at a time. Increase the speed to medium-high and beat until hard peaks form. Add vanilla extract and red food colouring. Beat on medium speed for one more minute.

• Sift the almond flour mixture over the whipped egg whites. Gently fold the mixture, running the spatula clockwise from the bottom, up around the sides and cut the batter in half. The batter will look very thick at first, but it will become thinner as you fold. Be careful not to over-mix it though. Every so often, test the batter to see if it has reached the correct consistency. To test the batter, drop a small amount of the batter and count to ten. If the edges of the ribbon are dissolved within about ten seconds, then the batter is ready. I repeat: do NOT mix again. If you still see edges, fold the batter a couple more times and test again. This step is so crucial, so please make sure to test often to ensure not over-mixing the batter.

• Transfer the batter into a pastry bag with a round tip.

• Place the template with hearts under the parchment paper on a baking sheet. Pipe the batter as if you’re drawing two hooks facing each other, tracing the template. You’ll get about 58 single shells on two baking sheets.

• Tap the baking sheets firmly on the counter a few times to get rid of any air bubbles. If you don’t release the air bubbles, they will expand during baking and crack the beautiful macaron shells.

• Let the macarons rest and dry for 15 - 30 minutes. On a humid day, it might take an hour or so. To see if it’s ready to be baked, lightly touch it. If the batter doesn’t stick to your finger, then it’s ready.

• Preheat the oven to 300°F (150°C).

• Bake the macarons for 18 - 20 minutes. To check the doneness, remove one macaron. If the bottom does not stick, they are done.

• Transfer to wire rack and allow to cool for 15 minutes. Then carefully remove from the baking sheets.

• While macarons are drying, prepare the strawberry buttercream. In a mixing bowl with whisk attachment, beat the butter until fluffy. Add powdered sugar, heavy cream, strawberry jam, vanilla extract and salt and beat until well combined.

• Transfer the buttercream into a pastry bag and fill the macarons, leaving a small hole in the middle. Using a small spoon, drop a small amount of strawberry jam into the hole. Cover with the other shell, and done!

• It’s best to serve the macarons the next day.

• Store the filled macarons in an airtight container inside the refrigerator for up to 5 days. You can also freeze the filled macarons in an airtight container for up to 5 months.

Dating Isabelle Lightwood and Clary Fray would include

-Being the middle spoon, Isabelle is the big spoon and Clary is the little spoon

-A constant competition on who compliments the other two more

-Always having each other’s backs

-In a fight you three face your backs to each other in a triangle taking down people who come at you

-Going out to dinner together and all holding hands

-Making sure that everyone is always happy

-Constantly switching whose making out with who

-Sleepovers where you all cuddle and talk all night

-Shutting down everyone who makes jokes about the relationship

-Honestly they all respect you guys because you’re all amazing

-And your relationship is so healthy and happy a lot of people come to you for advice

-Laughing when people try to flirt with one of you not knowing that the three of you are more than just friends

-Sweet/cute pet names for each other

-Soft pecks on each of there lips before going to bed

-Tons of flirty jokes and pick up lines that the guys role their eyes at

-Helping each other out after getting injuries in a fight

-Training together, winner gets to choose your movie for movie night

-Isabelle usually chooses action or scary movies and Clary will chose a romcom

-The loser has to refill the popcorn bucket

-Always knowing what to say to get them both to laugh

Originally posted by clariesfray

Polyamorous Relationship With Justin Foley and Alex Standall Would Include

Originally posted by thepositivefairy

  • I think Justin would be a bit hesitant about it
  • He’s know what kinds of things people will say, because he’s said those sort of thing before
  • Anyway, onto the relationship parts
  • As much as he’d like to deny it, Justin is the little (middle) spoon
  • You all have your turns, but it’s mostly Justin (not that you and Alex mind)
  • Alex gives the best hugs, it’s official, it’s law 
  • I mean, it’s like war over who gets to hug him first everyday
  • Waking one (or both) of them up at 2:00 am just to drive you to Nandos
  • Protective!Justlex, they would do anything (and fight anyone) to make sure you were happy
  • You’d do the same for them
  • Justin isn’t used to affection, so it takes you and Alex quite a while to get him used to it
  • But when he is, he is so clingy, I mean, he can’t go an hour without hugging or kissing both of you
  • You both love it though
  • You all support each other when you tell your parents
  • Yours are really supportive, they don’t care who you date (but your brother will be known to make threesome jokes every time the boys are over)
  • Alex’s dad didn’t really like it at first, but his brother managed to calm him down and talk him into it
  • Justin tried to put off telling his mom and Seth for as long as he could
  • You were both there with him when he told them, his mom didn’t care, or at least you think she didn’t, she didn’t really say anything. Seth hated it, he was launching himself at Justin and swinging at him, screaming and calling him a fag.
  • You had to rock Justin back and forth in your arms while Alex drove you all back to your place
  • After a while, you all save enough money to rent your own apartment
  • It definitely took you all a while to figure things out
  • And how to deal with Bryce
  • Most of the jocks were really supportive
  • Some actually made the effort of telling you and Alex how much happier and lighter Justin seems no that you’re together
  • This literally warms both your hearts
  • So many inside jokes
  • Keeping them both out of trouble
  • Loads of cuddles, Justin’s hands tend to wander more than Alex’s though
  • Alex, sometimes, not only buys them, but makes flower crowns for you and Justin

anonymous asked:

klance + sippy cups

“Keith, I swear to God, if your daughter throws that cup one more time I’m throwing these eggs out the window-” Lance gestured pointedly toward the high chair with his spatula.

Keith looked up with incredulously narrowed eyes, freezing in the middle of spooning pea mush into the literal spitting image of his husband incarnate in a one year old child. “My daughter?” He stooped to pick up the abandoned sippy cup. “Please tell me you realize the extreme irony of that.”

Lance raised a brow, throwing Keith a smirk. “Why- cause she got my gorgeous looks and your terrible attitude?” 

Keith scoffed. “We both know whose attitude this is-” Just as he said it, tiny hands wrapped around the handle of the cup and sent it flying back to the floor. Keith groaned and leaned down to pick it up again.

Lance took their breakfast pan off the heat, crossing the kitchen to dab mush off the corners of down-turned little lips. He snorted as he brushed dark locks from her forehead, “Just wait ‘til she learns cucumber- I’m sure she’ll say it just like you.” 

Keith crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “How do I say cucumber?” 

“You know,” Lance contorted his face, knitting his brows and pursing his lips, “Cucumber. You’re still mad about that time at the food store!”

Keith guffawed bitterly, setting the cup down on the table. “I’m not still mad about it— and that guy was already pissed before I even said anything!” 

“Sure, hon,” Lance laughed, leaning forward to give his husband an apologetic kiss. Keith’s hand reached up to cup his jaw, but they pulled apart when something clattered to the floor and a whine started to rise from the high chair. 


A Group of Three (Leonard x Reader x Mick) Imagines - Request

Leonard, Mick and you were cuddling in bed and just talking about how much you love each other…


You felt the bed cave in.

A small smile played on your lips as you knew, very well, who came to your bed and sneaked his arm around your waist, as he settled behind you. The strong, familiar scent of soot and bourbon made sure of that.

Nuzzling back, you folded yourself comfortably in the cavity of his arms and sighed.

“I was wondering when you would come to bed,” you said, feeling Mick’s light stubble graze against your neck. “You took a while.”

The pyromaniac grumbled. “Well, I’m here now, Babes…”

He planted his lips on the crook of your shoulder and sucked generously. You squealed.

“Miss me?”

“Jerk,” you flushed brightly, pulling away just enough to lower yourself where his lips couldn’t reach. “You know I’m squeamish…”

“Like hell I care,” he snorted.

With a strong, hard-muscled arm, he hoisted you up again so he could plant a generous hickey on your unmarred flesh. You had to bite your lip so as to not make any noise, to stay strong.

But the sudden, irresistible jolts and squirms practically made it impossible to hide your embarrassment.

“God, ________,” Mick hummed in a low, heated voice. “I fucking love you…”

You flushed. “I love you too.”

A sharp cough sounded. “Ahem.”

Startled, Mick and you jumped away from each other slightly and looked towards the doorway. There, leaning against the entrance’s frame, was Mick’s reputable partner, Leonard.

With a deep set scowl, the kleptomaniac crossed his arms. “Am I interrupting something?”

Clearly, it was a rhetorical question and didn’t warrant an answer; yet, you couldn’t help but do so, anyway.

“Leonard,” you whispered, propping yourself up on one arm. “Mick and I were just –”

He held up a halting hand.

Please,” he drawled, annoyed. “Don’t let me stop you. Go ahead and be affectionate. It’s not my room or anything.”

Though his tone was acidic, biting with as much sarcasm as anyone could expect from the man, you couldn’t help but smile.

Leonard had always been the jealous type, and it warmed your heart that he wanted your attention more than anyone else’s. It was sweet and charming how he tried to hide his affection for you.

It did nothing but make you love him even more.

Pulling away from Mick just so, you sat up in his bed and patted the well-cushioned area next to you.

“Come on, Leonard,” you smiled charmingly. “Mick and I weren’t going to sleep without you.”

He scoffed bitterly. “I bet you weren't…”

You pushed his jealous tantrum aside.

“There’s enough room,” you insisted. “Please don’t be mad?”

You bit your lip and gave him the most innocent look you could muster. As if to support you, Mick propped himself up from his position and nodded.

“Come on,” the pyromaniac added. “You know Babes here can’t sleep without both of us.”

He cast his partner a significant look.

“You want to sleep with her, don’t ya?”

Despite the fact that you couldn’t see it, Leonard bit his tongue. It was a force of habit for him. He wanted so much to shoot out another sarcastic remark; but, knew - very well - that he would end up upsetting you.

As such, the well-renowned thief frowned and thought for a while.

You waited knowingly.

He sighed. “…Fine.”

Leonard made his way towards the bed with a seductive gait. He positioned himself between your legs and, with his forefinger and thumb, lifted your face so you could meet his gaze.

You stared back at him intently.

“Because you and Mick are so adamant about it, I will come to bed.”

You smiled gently. “Thank you.”

Brushing your hair away from your face, Leonard planted a soft kiss on your forehead. Your insides tickled with butterflies, causing you to lean up and give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Hey,” Mick hooked his arm around your waist and tugged, wrenching you away from his partner. “Don’t forget about me.”

His large, heated palms worked themselves under your shirt and placed themselves on the gentle slope of your stomach. Your skin immediately burned upon contact and spread the warmth to your extremities.

Once more, you nestled into a comfortable position, your body fitting perfectly against Mick’s. Stretching out your arms, you reached for Leonard’s hand and tugged.

“It’s late,” you mentioned yet again. “Come to bed with us.”

Taking you up on the offer, Leonard stripped himself free of his jacket and set it on a nearby table. He turned and watched the two of you in his bed.

God, how he loved the sight of you.

And Mick…

He was practically drunk on your scent, which would explain his near-intoxicated behavior around you.

Slipping beside you, Leonard rolled just so that his back was facing your front. He folded his arms across his stomach, waiting for your touch.

Reaching out, you pulled Leonard back - close, just as Mick had with you and coddled him lovingly. Despite the fact that the partners’ large bodies emitted their own heat, you found comfort that didn’t suffocate you.

Resting his chin atop your head, Mick let out a low hum of satisfaction. “Go to sleep Babes…”

“Yeah,” Leonard pulled your hands around his waist tighter. “We’ll be here.”

“Don’t you worry a damn bit.”

In response to their command, you felt your eyes begin to grow heavy. A yawn easily bellowed from your mouth, causing Mick and Leonard to copy you.

Before you knew it, you found yourself slipping into a much-needed sleep; though, not before saying, “Goodnight” to both of your loved ones.

Requested by: @thekaitj
Prompt: …I also need a scene of the three of them just laying in bed together…I picture her in the middle, being the little spoon for Mick, and then Len being her little spoon. Does that make sense?

anonymous asked:

29 jehanparnasse

“I did not scream.”

“I did not scream.”

“Whatever you say, chaton, whatever you say.”

Montparnasse furiously yanked the blanket closer to him, grumbling nonsense to himself. It wasn’t his fault if Jehan’s apartment was always draughty and full of weird noises and noisy cracks.

“I just said it was possible that a couple of people died in the apartment, is all,” Jehan argued, sightly amused by their boyfriend’s reaction.

Please stop saying that.”

“The building’s old! It happens.”

There were many things Montparnasse loved about Jehan. He loved how cuddly they were, how secure they made him feel, how in touch they were with their emotions. Even their weird socks were endearing. But their relationship with the spooky and the supernatural weren’t part of that list. Montparnasse didn’t want to believe in ghosts, more out of fear of their existence than actual conviction. If ghosts existed, he’d get a mean case of poltergeist haunting sooner or later, and he was nowhere near ready for that.

“Even if there are ghosts here, I won’t let them hurt you,” Jehan said softly, trying to be reassuring.

“How? By asking politely?”

“You’d be surprised by how well that works.”

Montparnasse lay back down, burying his head into his pillow. He didn’t like that. He didn’t like the idea that he couldn’t defend himself against something. He was the only scary thing to be allowed to roam outside at night, okay?

Slowly, Jehan wrapped their arm around his middle and began spooning him, easing the tension in his shoulders.



“Could you sage the whole place up? Just to be sure? Please?”

“Tomorrow, I promise.”