Garrett was not usually a man to experience jealousy. He rarely wanted for much beyond staying clear of the Templars, and yet here he was, with jealousy bubbling thick and hot in the pit of his stomach.
He sat near the back of the Herald’s Rest, tankard untouched in front of him as he watched them.
How Fenris had come to befriend Dorian, Garrett wasn’t sure. A Tevinter mage on the cusp of being a magister, the one thing Fenris despised above all else, and yet there they were, chatting over the bar like old friends whilst waiting on their drinks.
Really Garrett knew he had no reason to be jealous. Dorian had shown great respect for both Garrett and Fenris, and knew his bounds - any casual flirting was merely friendly banter, as evidenced by his interactions with the Inquisitor and other members of the Inner Circle. And yet…
“If you’re not careful, your face might get stuck like that.”
Garrett looked up to see that Bull had taken up the seat opposite him with his own tankard. The one eyed qunari gave him a grin and Garrett tried to return it. He must have failed miserably if the smirk on Bull’s face was anything to go by.
“Never thought you’d be the jealous type,” Bull went on, still grinning. “The way Varric writes, anyone would think you were a complete pushover most of the time.”
Garrett snorted, and said dryly, “I’ll need to thank him for that.”
“Don’t worry so much. Dorian flirts with everyone. He does that.” Bull leant back in his seat. “Everyone has their defence mechanisms.”
Garrett cocked an eyebrow at that, but said nothing and simply took a swig of his drink as Fenris and Dorian made their way over with their drinks.
“Well someone’s looking a little less than cheery,” Dorian commented, glancing over Garrett. “Fenris, you’re not starving him of attention, are you?”
Fenris smirked, and with a completely straight face, deadpanned, “only when it gets the best noises out of him and has him begging.”
Bull nearly gagged on his drink, a good amount spraying out of his nose. Garrett near choked, feeling his whole face heating up, and Dorian was cackling in delight. Fenris merely smirked, seating himself next to Garrett.
“You’re enjoying this,” Garrett grumbled, lowering his tankard.
“You seem to be doing enough scowling for both of us,” Fenris replied smoothly. “I might as well give myself reason not to add to it.”
He slipped his hand over Garrett’s thigh, leaning in a bit closer when Dorian and Bull weren’t looking.
“I am yours, you stupid man,” he said lowly.
Finally Garrett let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Summary: reader twisted her ankle and Bucky helps her take care of the injury. One thing leads to another and… well just check the warnings.
A/N: Okay…. So something weird happened last night. I was just doing what I normally do which is look through my drafts and see if I can come up with something for my imagines and stuff which didn’t happen, sadly. Then I just opened a new draft for some reason and just began writing while my mind drifted off to some… things. Basically what I’m trying to tell you here is that I wrote smut. Yes, I wrote smut and posting it will be my first time posting smut on this blog. I’m feeling kind of anxious about posting this because I don’t know if it’s any good. Either it’s so bad it’s hilarious, cringy or it’s actually something people can enjoy in a non humorous way. I mean I got a little erotically charged (college talk for horny (i love you if you get that reference)) while writing it but I don’t know if other people will. If you want to read it, go ahead and if you feel uncomfortable, don’t. Feedback is appreciated, especially now since this is my first smut that I’ve posted. You don’t have to go into detail just tell me if it was well written or not, that’s if you want to, of course. I don’t want to force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do. FOR THE PEOPLE I TAGGED!! I have no idea if you guys wanted to be tagged in smut posts too but hey, you don’t have to read it! I don’t expect every person to read every single imagine I post. Just skip this one if you feel like it.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warning(s): SMUT, oral sex (both male and female receiving), cursing, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it before you tap it! Sex is cleaner with a packaged wiener. Don’t be a fool, cover your tool. Wrap your bate before you mate and all that stuff)
Campaign to stop associating jack as obsessed with hockey since birth and making it seem like his parents trained him to be a hockey player? Give me childhood jack whose parents let him explore his interests and jack with a happy childhood whose hyper fixation on hockey came with anxiety in his teen years
“According to another variation, the wolf-like beast will hunt down and kill Catholics who do not follow the rules of Lent. This coincides with the French Catholic loup-garou stories, according to which the method for turning into a werewolf is to break Lent seven years in a row. [x]”
my feelings about actual Catholicism are weird and tangled up in family history and unpleasant school experiences, but catholic-adjacent mythology is fucking hysterical, every time.
So my year so far is a success. I don’t care what else happens for the rest of it, the beginning was super successful.
After Yuri On Ice ended, I realised I had friends who shared their names with the main characters, and as a result decided I needed to convince said friends to watch it despite the fact that neither of them have ever had any interest in anime in general. Uri is now almost at the end of the series but has said almost nothing, Viktor has watched two episodes and won’t shut up. So I decided to share some of what Viktor said because I for one find it hilarious (in order of when I remembered the exchanges)
“So Yuuri’s reaction to being told a naked, attractive foreigner who might be his idol, I think, was in the family steam bath naked, was to run to the steam bath to watch him be naked?”
Upon first seeing Yuri Plisetsky: “Oh my god, did you see him slink around that corner? That was so graceful! Like a cat! OR AN ASSASSIN!”
“Are we in Russia? We’re in Russia.” Later: “Is it the norm in…what the hell country are we in?”
“Everyone’s just yelling at Yuuri in public places.”
“They don’t need much to hide Viktor’s doodle, do they?”
“The ballerina teacher scares me. She’s too happy.”
About Yurio: “Ball of anger. Skating ball of anger. He’s a Skating Ball of Anger. On ice.”
Viktor: “So Yuri’s whole plan was to go to Japan and scream Viktor’s name? He knew he was at the Hatetsu Ninja House. Why didn’t he just go to the Hatetsu ninja house and go from there like ‘Where the fuck is Viktor?” Henry (Viktor’s friend): “Maybe he didn’t know where the Hatetsu ninja house is.” Viktor: “Then he should grab some random Japanese person and go from there like “Where the fuck is Hatetsu Ice Ninja House?!”
To the tune of the Carmen Sandiego theme: “Where in the world is Viktor Nikiforov?” And “Where in the world is Yuri Plisetsky’s parents?”
“This 15-year-old goes to Japan without telling anyone and the only one who cares is his skating coach.”
“Old man skating coach is going to have an aneurysm dealing with these…RUSSIAN PUNKS!” *Inane giggling*
“Hahaha, Russian punk…what a dumb nickname.”
“Viktor gave Yuuri the sexy music because he wants to bone him. And the 15-year-old got the other music because 15-year-olds doing sexy dancing? Ew, no.”
Viktor: “Why is Viktor naked?” Henry: “Because he’s in an onsen. You wouldn’t go to a public bath fully clothed.” Viktor: “…I might…”
Viktor: “Yuri is definitely the hangry type.” Me: “I dunno, I think he’s just angry.” Viktor: “Or maybe he was really hungry when he kicked that bathroom door.”
“Honestly, doesn’t he know how rude it is to interrupt someone when they’re having a bathroom cry?”
“Drop-kicking someone in the face is a national greeting in Russia.”
Viktor, about the triplets: “Oh god, what the fuck are those?” Me (being a hypocrite because I keep calling them gremlins): “Children.” Viktor: “…Ew, children. Children, ew.”
“Ew, people. Ew, press conference. Ew, Viktor Nikiforov.”
In a Batman voice (While physically shaking Henry): “WHERE IS VIKTOR NIKIFOROV? WHERE IS HE?!”
About Christophe, during the credits: “I have found best character.”
“Why is he eating victory food when he hasn’t victoried?”
About Georgi: “Who’s this guy standing like he’s the hottest man alive?” *Silence* “He’s probably the hottest man alive.”