#asked;

TYSM!! 🥺✨❤

you as basketball

@ninacarstairss as netball

@lucie-blackthorns as hockey

@littlegirldorothea as chess (it totally counts if I say it does)

@brekkercookie as equestrian? (horse riding, I hope that's what it's called lmao)

@finnick-annie as archery

@im-not-ruined-im-ruination just. Quidditch.

@icycoolslushie as volleyball

@gabtapia as mountain biking

@matthias-is-alive as swimming

@rinadragomir as javelin

meme: acts of affection (holy crap 3 years later)

     A year was a long time to spend apart, no matter who you were. A year apart from the man that she would probably tear apart time and space for? Unthinkable. And yet, as when the end of the world was nigh, they trusted each other to do what was right, to fight for what they believe in, and to survive.

     Thank every deity under the sun that he survived.

     Their reunion was nothing short of ecstatic, with Bucky very nearly throwing himself into Natasha’s arms, much to their friends’ amusement. To be fair, if he hadn’t, she would have done the same to him. But when the chaos subsided, they were quiet by each other’s side, gently leaning into each other to find the solid and comforting reminder that they were alive and together once more. 

     The day faded, and people slowly retreated to their rooms, their homes, their individual lives. Nat found herself pulling Bucky away to their apartment, welcoming the idea of sleeping in his embrace again. 

     It wasn’t actually clear when it had become their apartment. It had been Nat’s third flat, a sort of go-between safe-house that had been open to Bucky’s use. Over time, things had accumulated there — at first it was equipment, spare clothes, an extra set of weapons — and then notes, in careful hand and a code only the two of them knew. 

     [Bandages are missing. Hope you’re okay.]      [I’m fine. My dress from the last gala is pleated. What did you do to it?]     [I miss you, this is taking too long. I won’t ask where you are.]     [Asking you to wait for me is selfish even for me, but…]     [Please come home soon.] 

     And so memories gathered with materials, even though time there was almost never spent together, and at some point Natasha couldn’t help but think of it as theirs instead of just hers. Certainly she’d never given anyone else leave to use that particular location, though ones nearby had been open to other friends. This was private. This was home. 

     Home they went, walking side by side with their hands brushing occasionally. Outside the protections of the tower, they rarely clung to each other, ready to pull a gun or scramble to an escape route at any moment. Once they were safely barricaded inside, they could finally drop their guard. The walls were custom made, and unless a bomb fell on the building or some superpowered villain broke through the bulletproof windows, little could hurt them. 

     “We made it,” Nat murmured, and she wasn’t just talking about them arriving. They’d been through so much, made worse by not being able to support each other except at a distance, and the upwelling of emotions in her caused her to suddenly turn and grab his face. She pulled him in for a kiss, slow and deep, and then breathed a sigh of relief. 

     Home. Whole. Who would have thought? 

     Bucky seemed to have a similar reaction, melting into her. He embraced her tightly, and they stood like that for several minutes, simply soaking each other in. 

     “I love you,” he whispered, kissing her again, and she laughed.      “I know.”      “Really? Pulling a Han Solo on me?”      “Hardly,” she smirked. “He didn’t follow up with this.” 

     She surged forward, shoving him into a wall and kissing him hard. She didn’t let him go until he was breathless, eyes blown wide. It had been a loooooong time, and holy fuck was she good at this. He was tempted to ask if she’d been keeping in practice, but suppressed it. There was a time and place for that kind of sass, and this wasn’t it. 

     “I love you too.” Natasha beamed at him. “Come on, let’s get you out of those clothes.” 

     Well he couldn’t complain there. He grinned back at her, following her to the bedroom, eyes traveling from to the curl of her hair to the curve of her waist. Along the way, he stripped out of his shirt and toed off his shoes. Nat would yell at him later to put them away, but not today. Socks followed, then belt and trousers. By the time Natasha, still wearing everything except her heels, sat on the bed, he was down to his briefs and nothing else. She grinned, enjoying the view. 

     “Your turn.” He knelt at the foot of the bed in front of her feet, looking up at her reverently, before working her silky socks down her feet. With those out of the way, he could pull away her skirt, leaving it puddled on the floor next to him. He glanced up again only to barely avoid being smacked in the face by her shirt. She was laughing, and the sound of it made him feel so whole that he could barely breathe. 

     He dropped his head again, pressing kisses to the tops of her feet, then dragging his lips up to her knees. The laughter vanished in a huff, Natasha’s hand coming down to softly run through his hair. Gently, he ran his thumbs down the seam of her inner thighs, pulling them apart as he lay kisses along the way, and Nat only pulled him away to graze another kiss to his forehead. He was so utterly loved, probably more than he ever knew. She was only too grateful that it was mutual. 

     She let her legs fall to each side as he moved in again, sighing in pleasure as his warm breath ghosted across her skin. The first tentative flick of the tongue against her panties made her tighten her grasp into his hair, and it took a surprising amount of self control not to simply buck into it. It has been ages, after all, and nobody knew her body as well as Bucky did. On top of that, he’d always been such an immensely generous lover that even if she’d ever entertained the idea of dragging someone into bed for a romp, it simply wouldn’t have compared. Besides, it was hard to want anyone she didn’t love anymore. Bucky was it for her, that’s all there was to it. She wouldn’t have it any other way. 

     Gentleness soon faded, the metal arm gripping finger-bruise tight on her thigh (she didn’t mind, had told him so a thousand times until he stopped feeling guilty about it), and Natasha quaked and quivered under the assault of his mouth. Undergarments were stripped away, and eventually Nat dragged him up onto the bed so they could entwine themselves properly, rutting and anxious and full of pent-up passion. 

     It felt like being complete. 

     In the afterglow, with sweat cooling on her skin, Natasha considered getting up and taking a shower, despite how sore and wobbly she felt after so many rounds of sex. The shift in the line of tension within her body must have triggered something bone-deep in Bucky though, because he pulled her close, almost too tight. 

     “Stay,” he murmured, even though he knew full well she wouldn’t have gone far. 

     Clint has always been a sucker for touch. Not enough of it early on means that he craves every brush of hands, every hug, every gentle caress. He’s occasionally been in horrible relationships purely to sate that craving, but this... god, this is beyond his wildest imaginings. The hands in his hair make him drop his head back gracelessly, soft, half-lidded gaze directed at Steve. Still, this thing between them is new, a little unsure, and he can’t help but be curious why Steve is doing this. Heaven knows he’s the poster boy for altruism, but Clint doesn’t want the man to do anything for him if he’s not getting something out of it too.

     “Feels nice,” he murmurs. “What brought this on?”

     “Hair looked a little too neat, so...”

     Clint laughs, because that statement should definitely go the other way. His hair just naturally ends up like this, a spiky half-mess that still manages to look okay, while Steve’s perfect locks match his perfect face, and all of the sudden all the archer wants to do is kiss him senseless.

     Well, what’s stopping you, Barton? 

meme: unexpected hero starters

     He wasn’t mad. How could he be? Bucky had been by his side from the very start, and while people sometimes got on his case about having to get his ass hauled out of trouble by a girl, that part had never bothered him. What did bother him is the fact that he couldn’t pull himself out of trouble on his own. There’s no way he wasn’t a drag on her, and that rankled down to the bones. 

don’t starve  / don’t starve together prompts

She wanted to laugh at the accuracy, the way it cut to her core, but she restricted herself to a slight widening of her eyes. She could not give herself away, not now, not ever. It was such a concise way to put it, the tragedy of her life; wronged by Celene, by Orlais, by the world itself for how it treated her kind. She had been forced into the shadows, for it was the only place she had freedom; she grew to excel there, to conquer the world behind and underneath, the parts nobody wanted to acknowledge unless they needed it.

But some days, she wished she could walk in the light, with her head held high.

“It has wronged all of us, messere,” she said, perhaps softer than she meant, though not by much. “Not one alive is immune. Past wrongs cannot be changed, cannot be righted - the best we can hope for is to prevent them from happening again, to another. Our hurts must not harden us to the plight of others - would you agree?” Her eyes were searching now, curious. Many would not, would turn their face from the suffering of others, to wrap themselves in their pain like a blanket. Like a blindfold.

merpeople; favorite scent?

i looovvveeeee the smell of lavender (bc it makes me sleepy lol), but if we’re talking candles, my favorites are leaves & mahogany teakwood -- both from bath & body works.

love potion; have you ever had any magical/paranormal experiences?

i believe so. they’re kind of small things though. at my friend’s house we were hanging out on her couch & her back door opened on its own. on the couch there was some laundry and a random t-shirt that was hanging over the back (that i was leaning on) got pulled off. also occasionally i’ll hear footsteps leading to her bathroom and then the door begins to shake & she’s experienced the same. keep in mind all of this has happened when it was just the two of us. sPoOkY.

roses; what fictional universe would you like to live in?

in the universe where 1d is still together smh

spells; in what time period would you rather be living in?

tbh i just wish i had grown up in the 90′s. idk if that’s a cop out or whatever, but yeah lol.

🍂: my middle name is neave :)