#build a bob nonnie

[hederasgarden]

I have returned your 🦁 nonnie.

Three way dirty dance with Hangman and Bob? Or heavy petting session in public with Nat?

🦁

Coming back with a bang my friend. 😵‍💫

I’m going to choose our girl Nat because her dirty talk skills and the thought of her touching me in public has me feeling some type of way.

This thought inspired a little drabble so thank you lion anon. You are officially my favorite person today!

Summary: Natasha teaches you an important lesson at the Hard Deck.  Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x F!Reader  Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Exhibition/voyeur themes, dom/sub undertones, and fingering. Word Count: 400 A/N: This is pure smut, with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. Please reblog or comment if you enjoyed it.

Natasha ambushes you outside the bathroom on your way back to the bar. There’s a wicked glint in her gaze as she guides you to a dark corner of the Hard Deck. When your back hits the wall she draws back to look at you and you nod in response to her unasked question. She’s been full of light, teasing touches all night and you're primed for something more. 

"Been thinking about this all night," she whispers in between kisses.

Her fingers creep higher on your thigh and your legs part automatically when her hand slips beneath your skirt. You watch her friends laughing and drinking at the bar through half-lidded eyes. They’re completely unaware of what your girlfriend plans on doing.

"Thought I told you to ditch the panties tonight," Natasha chastises when she realizes you're wearing them. "Not that they’ll stop me," she continues, pushing aside the fabric to touch you finally.

Your lashes flutter and your hips shift forward as she teases you. A low moan builds in your throat as she rubs your clit in a steady, circular motion with just the right amount of pressure.  You rock your hips into her hand, eyes closing. Her body presses into yours, pinning you between her and the wall. A weak protest falls from your lips as she drags her lips over the shell of your ear.

"We can't do this here," you pant.

In response, she drags a fingernail over your sensitive bud, making you jump. 

"You're not doing anything. I am," she emphasizes, slipping two fingers inside your wet heat. "You just need to relax," she encourages, kissing your neck. Her thumb returns to your clit. She's practiced at making you come and tonight's no different. You grip her shoulders tightly and shamelessly grind yourself against her. The coil in your belly is pulled taut, skin tingling. You’re close and she seems to realize it. Just as you're poised to ride that wave to the top she withdraws. 

"W-what?" You question, trying to find your voice.

She licks her fingers clean slowly, eyes closing as she savors your taste.  

"Only good girls get to come and baby," she starts, leaning in to kiss you soundly, "You wore panties. I can't reward bad behavior." 

With a wink, she steps away and returns to her friends, leaving you achingly unfulfilled. 

[msfbgraves]

I went down the wormhole of Cuba and Bis Teddy Bear and I can’t function normally now. This play ate my brain and regurgitated it into pulp. OMG. Just the dynamics between Teddy and Cuba as played by Ralph and Robert. WHY WASN’T THIS FILMED AND RELEASED TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC???? It could have been a historic and national American treasure by now!!! 😭

And omg. RALPH AS TEDDY. Those pictures are killing be. The fluffy, messy hair! The doe-eyes!! The pouty mouth!!! The messy clothes and that red sweatshirt!!!! THEY LET HIM GO ON STAGE LIKE THIS IN PUBLIC??? He looks so pretty and sweet and cuddly it almost hurts.

This is definitely a Top Tier Look for him in my opinion. I think it just might be my all time favorite. Not to exaggerate but he looks like an angel here. Insane how pretty he is, and how that haircut suits him.

Don't worry, Nonnie, you'll be almost back to normal in a year, tops. And cuddly, you say? May I present this:

I saw this picture on Instagram and I am not the best at sharpening the quality of these things but of course I was looking at Ralphie and it seems like the hand on his left shoulder is in fact not De Niro's. Someone else behind him seems to have wanted to get a lil squeeze in, too. He's just so... so...

Also the play itself. Yeah, I recognise the feeling. Why wasn't it released? There's a film script in existence that, according to Ralph, De Niro had written. Imagine, there could have been a special edition dvd somewhere in a different timeline....! There could have been an HBO special! But no. We don't even have an in depth interview with Ralphie himself. That's part of the weird charm, though. There's a recording in New York that has not yet been digitized in the NY public library. There's an Italian remake. There's pictures. There's a play about the experience of being in this play as De Niro's understudy. I am not making this up. There's a quote for Ralphie's book from De Niro that he was a hard worker whom he had a connection with they could build on. There's some interviews with writer Rei Povod. The writer's cousin is on Instagram. There's a retrospecitive on the production, and a few reviews. It makes it all so otherworldly! Like it only half existed. There's fanfic. There's Ralph telling Xolo and Jacob that he called them personally to welcome them to Cobra Kai because De Niro called him personally and Bob de Niro barely talks on the phone, or at all. There's the most beautiful young Ralphie has ever looked.

There's something about it that's so very special and alluring and mysterious.

[nervosims]

Hey where did you get your wild west/native cc

hi nonnie! buckle up and strap in, this might be a long one.

cas

primarily, the old west was during victorian/edwardian times. so any cc within those periods is pretty much perfect. @simbury does AMAZING stuff for this period. example, qaletaqa's outfit:

also, @oldtimeyskellington has some really good historical stuff that's sorted tag-wise. deffo give those a gander.

for sims with different body types, @letomills does some really good conversions. they added a bunch of morphs to ayizan's dress! you have no idea how thankful i was for that. for koatohee, they use the slim bodybuilder mesh. now there isn't too many historical items for that mesh yet but blueheavensims has been a lifesaver. also @theacmecatalogblog has some amazing sets for a variety of body types.

cowboy hats are here, but aren't sorted to not show up when a sim is nakey. it's a pretty easy fix in simpe, however... i just haven't gotten around to that yet.

the buckskin garments i'd gotten for alicia was from here whereas tski's was from here

for longer hairs, i perused this database. nightcrawler and leahlilith conversion have long hairs for both sexes, so they're a good shout.

build/buy

this page was really handy to get started. of course, any victorian cc I could find, i grabbed. as always, look through the plumb bob keeps. yea, even though it's primarily for medieval players. you can find some pretty good stuff for various periods.

dicreasy has great stuff for a more victorian-based game, which is the period I'm going for.

in general, i love anything from @yolartut for adding lots of detail.

to be honest, i can't think of anything else right now. but if u want a specific piece of cc, shoot me a wcif! hope this helped!!!

[captainderyn]

I m sorry this will be a shitty idea :,] [ if reqs aren't accepted in here then just ignore me ]

JUDY/FEMALE V ft Mr silverhand cause how does choas not happened without the man who blew up arasaka

V stealing a kiss from ms alvarez while she's smoking ? Win for Johnny and a win for v ft Johnny encouraging v about it lmao > glitter anon

Hi nonny!! Thank you so much for the suggestion :D I wrote a little something something for this, hopefully this fits along the idea you were thinking!

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V didn’t smoke. Never had, never wanted to. Enough second hand smoke clogged the sidewalks of Night City that she didn’t need to ever put a cigarette to her lips to know what it tasted like. 

There was something enchanting about the play of the lights around the thick haze swirling around Judy as they sat thigh-to-thigh on the rooftop edge of the building. Charter Street hummed with life below them, cars zipping back and forth in a synchronized drone of tired thumping through potholes and honking horns. Further out, the sprawl of Night City glimmered with neon, the echo of advertisements in the heart of the city reaching even here. 

Judy inhaled again, puffing out another cloud of smoke and turning her face up to the sky. According to her she hadn’t smoked until Evelyn…

Well, until all of this happened. 

  “If you don’t stop giving her lovesick puppy eyes I’m going to be sick.” 

Johnny’s voice grated through her mind, the engram himself shimmering into existence on the other side of Judy. He mimed an exaggerated, Shakespearean level look of longing, kicking his feet back and forth off the edge of the building. 

Tsch, V glared at him trying to beam the image of a middle finger in the link between their minds. From the shit eating, arrogant grin he flashed at her it worked. 

Then Judy sighed, lifting the cig to her lips again. V watched Johnny as his eyes followed the entire movement, genuine longing replacing his performance and matching the sudden craving that flashed through her. 

She had to bite her tongue from speaking aloud and to keep her mocking words inside her head, ‘Hey asshat, stop eye-fucking the cig or I’m going to be sick.’ 

Johnny, unlike V, could fip her off without being seen. And he did with both hands. 

“Hey V, where’d you go?” Judy’s bemused voice broke through her glaring contest with Johnny and she blinked to find Judy staring at her with a soft quirk of her lips. 

“Oh ya know, just thinking.” V’s eyes darted over to Johnny, who made a gagging gesture before glitching out of her vision. The neon lights of the city caught the last glimmer of his silver hand, giving her yet another middle finger with gusto. 

‘Dick.’ She thought. 

‘Bitch.’ He responded, unable to let her ever have the last word like an immature, bratty teenager. 

And perhaps she was equally immature given that she would’ve continued down this ongoing, middle-school level bicker-fest if she didn’t have the most beautiful women in Night City smiling at her like she was the sun on a rainy day. 

Man if there was one thing to come out of the shitshow of a job that Evelyn had set up for her and Jackie, it was meeting Judy. Even if tragedy was the glue that drew them together. 

Judy bobbed her hand, ashes from the waning cigarette floating down to land on her overalls, arching a brow, “Earth to V, you a little lost up there?” 

V grinned, sheepish and cheeks tinging with heat, “Sorry, lot going on up there." Understatement of the 2070s. "I’m here I promise.”

“There is absolutely not.” Johnny retorted in the recesses in her mind. The edges of her vision flickered like he was going to manifest again. “Nothing but goo and stupid synth-pop songs in here.” 

It took til a count of three to keep herself from telling him to stuff it out loud. She considered it a fantastic display of maturity. An idea blossomed in her mind and she gestured to the cigarette dangling between Judy’s fingers, “Can I?” 

She hated the idea of it, already cringing, but…

Judy held it out to her with an inquisitive look, “Thought you didn’t smoke?” 

V leaned forward, taking a long drag without taking it in her own hand. Johnny’s own rush of joy flooded through her brain, mixing her emotions and his in the uncomfortable, out-of-body way the Relic caused. 

Hopefully that would be the pacifying her overgrown brain toddler needed to fuck off for a while. 

And there it was: silence. Blissful, peaceful, if unsettling, silence. Johnny was there in the way he always was: twining around her consciousness, but his attention was elsewhere. 

“Judy, can I kiss you?” V’s voice was breathless, needy and wanting to have, to experience before she had to share brainspace again. 

Judy was already watching her with parted lips and at V's question she gave a small nod, closing the distance between them. The kiss was slow, a drinking each other in.

When they broke apart, Judy followed V as if for more before her eyes fluttered open. V's eyes flicked from hers to her lips, her heart hammering.

Johnny's thoughts bled into hers, melding together into one breathless request, "Again."

Then Judy was pulling V back close to her by the collar of her synth-leather jacket, fingers fisting into the black material of her tank top beneath, crushing their lips together in a deep kiss. V threaded her hands through Judy's multi-colored hair, losing herself entirely in Judy.

The telltale blue static filled the corner of her vision, telling her that Johnny was somewhere nearby.

"I meant the cigarette V!" Johnny complained, "Another cig!"

V paid him only enough mind to flip him off behind Judy's back, slipping her fingers from Judy's hair to wrap around her waist as Judy clambered into her lap, slipping V's jacket to her shoulders to trace the lines of tattoos along her skin.

She'd gave him a quiet mind when he'd gone on his failed movie date with Rogue. It was about time she called in the same favor from him.

[sarahsmi13s]

500 followers I’m so proud of you!!!

Can I request a gingerbread house making and Christmas mood board with Bob?!!?

hi nonny! thank you! and thanking you for celebrating with me! 🥰

|| gingerbread home ||

"home sweet gingerbread home"

Bob loves spending as much time with you durning the holidays as he can. And one thing he loves doing with you is baking. So, he takes gingerbread house building very very serious. That little sugar coated building is a masterpiece when you're done, even if it looks like a four year old made - it's art and it's beautiful because you made it together. However, he will want to take cuddle breaks with you and the pets because our cuddle bug needs the touch. But honestly, he will eat up and enjoy whatever y'all do together. Because as long as he doing it with you, that's all he needs.

thank you again for celebrating with me nonny darling! i hope you like it! love ya!

you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!

[roosterforme]

Is it going to be a smutty week in the Bradley and Bob multiverses? I need it this week.

Hmmm, hard to say. I haven't finished the Roo and BG chapter yet, but I could put something nasty in there for you, nonny. His lactation kink is blooming nicely though, I think. Bob and Anna are going to work on building back up to where they were physically, and Bradley and Gorgeous can't keep their hands to themselves. This week and next week (with the appearance of Jake from State Farm) should be fun for you!

[outrunningthedark]

did you see whos directing 6x13 an episode stacey wrote? i dont know if this is good news or bad news

I'm not gonna make assumptions about someone we haven't had direct before because we had no idea what Paula Hunziker would do with the hostage episode and she delivered. (Whether or not people agreed with the scenes she had to direct is a separate discussion.) I would also argue that Shauna Duggins did well with 5x11 (it's not her fault the BL kiss was in the script, btw.) The two things that stand out to me about this change: - The blogs who were previously "defending" the crew members people aren't fond of by saying it's not realistic to add new names when the show is trying to build on stories from previous seasons are just wrong. Shocker. We've already had two new directors for 6x03 and 6x04 and now 6x13. - We might be seeing less of someone already employed by the show (I don't have any ideas) because that's how Nicole was bumped up to head writer and Jann became a co-executive producer - we lost Bob Goodman. Your ask didn't mention this, but another nonnie has, so I'll just add my two cents about Stacey writing the episode here: The last two scripts by Stacey were Hero Complex (an Eddie-centric episode) and Animal Instincts (both halves of Buddie were featured). But those episodes, along with her first two attempts (There Goes the Neighborhood and Ghost Stories) had scenes dedicated to the other members of the firefam as well. As of today, it's anyone's guess whether 6x13, the episode after the "recovery" is still about (presumably) Buck, or maybe that will be a week that allows someone else to to have their storyline advanced. It's something we can't really dwell on until we know more about the first few weeks.

[ilygetou]

somno + eren Jaeger 😋😇

AFTER DARK. FT. EREN JEAGER.

⍣ ೋ≡;- ꒰ °synopsis: eren have been so busy with work lately, not having any time for you which left him feeling guilty but luckily you were a person who stayed silent and never complained, until eren arrived to find you asleep with hints of you trying to get yourself off ꒱.

⍣ ೋ≡;- ꒰ °c/w: very soft lazy sex, creampie, consensual somnophilia, praises you while asleep, v slight fingering, clit kisses, v soft at the end ꒱.

⍣ ೋ≡;- ꒰ °note: you are so right nonnie:>> ꒱.

coming back home so late at night after being out for almost half of the day was something eren hated, because he won’t get to see you. and he hated not being able to see you for the whole day, he hated work, he hated how it makes him so busy that he doesn’t have time for you anymore.

stepping foot into the shared apartment, expecting a warm welcome from you like usual, eren was hit with silence and darkness, all of the rooms lights were turned off, there were not hint of you anywhere.

eren let’s out a groan, you were probably asleep. he curses himself out for arriving late, later than usual. eren feels bad, you were so nice, so nice that you always forgive him for barely spending time with you. eren was so grateful that he had a partner who understands him and not one that complains about everything.

eren slowly unlocked your shared bedroom door, his bare foot hitting the cold tiles of the floor, shivering at the cold feeling.

eren found you laying on the bed, drool dripping down your chin, he smiled as he got closer to your face. he then gave your forehead a small kiss before resting his forehead against yours and letting out a low sigh.

erens eyes travelled downwards, his eyes meeting your spread legs, your hands in-between them. eren slightly squinted his eyes, a wet damp visible on your panties even in the dark. guilt started building up inside of erens chest, have you been trying to please yourself while eren was out working? you poor thing.

eren will not forgive himself until he satisfies you, even if that means fucking you while asleep. eren knows that he already has the constant for that so he doesn’t have to be hesitant to do anything, moving slowly, eren ended up in between your legs, pressing on the side of your thighs to spread them more.

eren pressed his index finger on the middle of your clothed cunt, bobbing it until slick started to drench the soft fabric of your panties. without any hesitation, eren moved your panties to the side, giving your clit a few kisses, soft wet kisses as he slowly pushes one digit inside your seeping cunt.

you slightly moved but with no hints of consciousness. eren thrusts his fingers slowly in & out of your pussy, before a rush of liquid covered his digits. You were so sensitive right now, making eren let out a low chuckle.

eren stroked his cock before gliding his length again your glistening cunt, pushing the tip of his dick, with a low groan. his cock was slowly hardening inside you, your walls clasping around his shaft with ever move of his hips.

erens thrusts were slow & gentle, trying not to wake you up from your slumber.

praises escaped erens mouth as he sloppily thrust into you, “soso pretty” “you’re taking me so well” “fuck baby, you feel so good” praising you while you were letting out small whimpers in your sleep.

eren was rocking his hips against yours, his dick massaging your inside, sliding his cock against your velvet colored walls. “oh shit baby, you feel so good might cum soon” he cooed, giving you a quick peck on the lips as he brushes your cheeks with his hands.

letting out low grunts & groans, eren felt himself getting closer to his orgasm. “oh fuck, g’nna cum...” eren whispered, his cock twitching slightly, as a rush of thick cum filled you up.

eren sloppily thrusted his hips against yours, despite his cock now turning sensitive. your walls gripping around his length before you came around his cock. white liquid painting the base of erens tip.

eren let’s out a low sigh, before he pulled out his softened cock, his cum was oozing out of your entrance. painting & ruining the sheets of the bed.

eren changes into new clothes, before he laid down beside you, nuzzling his head against your neck, letting out low mutters that were meant not to be heard.

you slowly woke up from your deep slumber to find eren laying beside you, “eren?” you whispered before the brown haired guy responds with a lazy “yes?” you squinted your eyes to get a better view of your husband before your attention goes to the uncomfortable feeling between your legs, “what’s that?” you questioned before eren shakes his head, “don’t worry about it baby, just go back to sleep, ts’ late” he whispers before cupping your cheeks and giving you a kiss on the lips.

you decided not to question any further as you were still tired, nuzzling into your husband’s chest before drifting back to sleep.

[flowercrown-bard]

I have a sentence for you...or a prompt. I don't know what I want you to do with it, but by god please do something:

"He doesn't have anxiety. He just has a god complex and no opposable thumbs!"

My darling nonny. First of all, what. Second of all, I love you and I love this prompt! I made the weirdest noise when I read it. I did not expect that second sentence XD

The thing is, I didn't know what I wanted to do with this prompt either...while being sober, so here's what my slightly tipsy brain came up with :D

word count: 2160

can be read platonic or romatic I think

content warnings: use of the name ‘Julian’ (not by Geralt), one very bad sexual innuendo (nothing sexual happens)

part 2

The spell hit Jaskier square in the chest, before Geralt had time to react and throw himself in front of him.

“Geralt?” Jaskier’s eyes went wide, though not in fear but in anticipation, as they snapped over to the witcher. “Geralt, what’s happening?”

Helplessly but not overly concerned, Geralt watched as Jaskier’s arms took on an unnatural position, bent at his sides. The bard’s head started to bob.

Geralt blinked at him and turned to the young sorcerer that looked curiously at Jaskier.

“Why aren’t you more worried?” The mage furrowed his brows. “Shouldn’t he be terrified?”

He turned to Geralt, who only shrugged.

“This happens regularly,” Geralt replied and his lips twitched up. “Last month, he’s been hit by a truth spell and the month before, he drank a potion that made him invisible to all but Roach.” His smile turned into a grin. “That was a very peaceful time.”

“Excuse me?” Jaskier squawked, his head still bobbing. “You missed me!”

“I didn’t. I could still hear you.” Geralt turned his attention back to the sorcerer who stared at them as if they were insane. “So, what exactly does this spell do?” Almost casually, Geralt’s hand wandered to the sword strapped to his back. “It better not be anything actually dangerous.”

Jaskier might have gotten cocky with how easily Geralt was able to break curses with all the experience he now had, but that didn’t mean Geralt wasn’t prepared to fight anyone who meant to cause Jaskier true harm. Even if Jaskier thought himself near invincible by now.

“No, no!” The mage held up his hands. “It’s not dangerous. I swear! It’s just supposed to…” he swallowed, his eyes darting between Jaskier and Geralt, clearly trying to figure out which one was more dangerous: The armed witcher or the bard who didn’t seem to be bothered in the least by being cursed but seemed rather giddy at the prospect of finding out what was going to happen next – after all, curses made for the most exciting songs, according to the bard. “It’s supposed to make his appearance match his character.”

Jaskier opened his mouth, probably to say something along the lines of ‘I already am as beautiful on the outside as I am on the inside’, but instead of words, a loud cock-a-doodle-doo left Jaskier’s lips. For a second, he looked terrified, before his expression morphed into one of fury and he let out a tirade of what was probably supposed to be insults.

Geralt exchanged a look with the mage, drawing up one eyebrow, when Jaskier continued to cluck.

“Ah, well, you see,” the mage turned bright red, “Marx was quite sure that he,” he glanced at Jaskier, who suddenly shrunk, his hair turning bright red and rising up and turning into a coxcomb, “was a coward and would turn into a chicken.”

Jaskier gave the mage one final indignant glare, probably cursing his rival’s name, before his mouth turned into a beak and his face was no longer that of a human, capable of expressing such emotions.

“Your employer was wrong,” Geralt deadpanned. “Jaskier is anything but a coward.” With the corners of his lips twitching and a glint in his eyes, he added, “But he definitely can be a cocky bastard.”

Jaskier, the cock, fluttered with his wings in indignation and let out another crow, looking up at Geralt. Though Jaskier could no longer speak or make facial expressions, Geralt knew exactly what the pleading look Jaskier sent him meant.

Geralt knew a hundred and one ways to break a curse. But more importantly, he knew Jaskier.

And so, Geralt knew exactly what Jaskier needed him to do.

--

It was ridiculously easy to break into Valdo Marx’ quarters at night, even while carrying a rooster that never stopped clucking and fluttering his wings excitedly in one arm. Jaskier could count himself lucky that he hadn’t turned into a peacock. It might have been more fitting, if Geralt had anything to say about it, but it would have definitely made scaling the building and squeezing through the window together, much harder.

Once inside the troubadour’s rooms, Geralt set Jaskier down gently.

“Do your worst,” he said with a grin and watched Jaskier ruffle his feathers in excitement, before he darted across the room, tearing at Valdo Marx’ notebooks with his beak, tearing at the decorative pillows on the armchair and plucking the strings of the lute standing against a wall harshly enough with his claws that they nearly snapped.

Geralt grimaced at the sound, but leaned back against a wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, watching in amusement as his best friend wreaked as much havoc in his rival’s rooms as possible.

The noise must have roused Valdo Marx from his sleep, for a muffled curse came through the closed door, presumably leading to the troubadour’s bed room. The sound of Valdo Marx jumping out of his bed and hasting towards his now destroyed living room was interrupted by Jaskier, who crowed again and fluttered his wings in an attempt to make himself taller, preparing to make an impression when Valdo finally saw him.

The door was flung open and a dishevelled troubadour appeared, staring in horror at the mess that was his living space.

“What in the name of –“

His eyes fell on Jaskier first, then he saw the witcher still leaning against the wall, pointedly casual. Realisation dawned on Valdo’s face, followed briefly by a flash of triumph, that instantly turned into regret when Jaskier began hacking at the notebooks with more glee than before, preening under the horrified attention of his new audience.

“Witcher,” Valdo said breathlessly. “Put a stop to this, this instant!”

Geralt lifted a brow. “You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Yes, yes, I proved Julian is a coward.” He waved his hands through the air, his voice turning shrill with every second that his panic grew. “I get to see him anxious and he’s reacting very poorly and I have to face the consequences. I get it. I shouldn’t have hired that mage. Is that what you want to hear?”

Geralt let out a low hum, drawing it out longer than necessary, simply because he knew how much Jaskier enjoyed witnessing Valdo’s growing despair.

“You’re right, you’re the one who has to face the consequences for cursing him.”

Relief flooded Valdo’s face. “Great. Now make him stop!”

Jaskier looked Valdo directly in the eyes as he fluttered onto the table and ruined the remaining notes the troubadour had carefully arranged in neat piles on his desk in the least dignified way a bird could ruin something. Though Jaskier’s voice was stolen from him, the mess he left on the notes couldn’t have been a more obvious statement: Valdo’s songs were shit.

The slighted troubadour’s face turned red with fury.

“How dare you!” Valdo took a step towards the destructive rooster but thought better of it almost immediately. He settled on pointing an accusatory finger at Jaskier instead of risking coming anywhere near him. “You’re a cad and a coward! I should have known how poorly you’d react to being cursed – becoming panicked and being unable to control yourself!”

Geralt tilted his head to the side. “See, that’s the thing,” he said slowly, his voice even enough that only Jaskier would be able to tell how much he enjoyed this as well, “That’s where you are wrong. Jaskier isn’t a coward. His fluttering around and destroying things right now? He’s not having anxiety. He just has a god complex and no opposable thumbs!" Geralt gave Valdo a shit-eating grin. “And he’s got a crow to pluck with you.”

“He-“ Valdo visibly had to restrain himself. “Help me, witcher. You can’t just let this monster destroy my property. He…he-!”

“You want me to get rid of a monster for you?”

Valdo nodded eagerly.

Geralt exchanged a look with Jaskier and shrugged.

“I don’t work for free.”

Valdo spluttered. “You can’t be serious.”

Geralt remained silent and Jaskier took a threatening step towards the open door to Valdo’s bedroom, obviously with the intent of destroying Valdo’s bed in any way he could think of. Panic flashed across Valdo’s face.

“I’ll pay you!” he shouted quickly. “I – I’ll write a sing about you. If you help me, I’ll sing about…” his eyes darted around the room, clearly struggling to come up with something on the spot. His gaze found Jaskier, before he grabbed Geralt’s arm, licking his lips nervously, or perhaps in an attempt to look seductive, “ – about how masterfully you handle cock.”

Jaskier froze and Geralt could see the moment when Valdo realised that he had said the wrong fucking thing.

If cocks could look murderous, Jaskier definitely did in this moment.

Geralt couldn’t tell if his rage came from the prospect of Valdo writing a song about this encounter and making a profit out of it, or if he was indignant because Jaskier had had the exact same idea for a song. Or perhaps he had a problem with Valdo’s barely concealed attempt at compromising Geralt, something Jaskier himself had taken great joy in doing with the worst possible pick-up lines, since the day they had met.

Whatever the reason for his anger, Jaskier took a deliberate pause, in which Valdo had enough time to regret every decision that had led up to this moment, before he charged at the troubadour, fluttering his wings and jumping up into Valdo’s face, clawing at his curls and tearing at his lacy night shirt.

“Witcher!” Valdo screeched, not unlike a rooster himself, and waved his arms to shoo Jaskier off – unsuccessfully. “Make him go away! Break the fucking curse! I – I’ll pay you! Twenty crowns!”

“Seventy,” Geralt deadpanned. No one in their right mind would pay that much coin, but Valdo Marx was evidently desperate and his decision was helped along by the rooster, who’s beak came dangerously close to tugging at the troubadour’s moustache.

“Fine! I’ll pay you seventy crowns.” Valdo’s voice broke in his blind panic. He would likely be unable to sing the next day, from all the shouting he did. “Just get him off of me!”

Geralt waited another heartbeat, granting Jaskier a last moment of rightful – and undoubtedly petty – vengeance, before pushing off the wall, opening his arms invitingly.

“Jaskier?”

Jaskier clucked in disappointment and pecked one last time at Valdo’s hair, before fluttering into Geralt’s arms.

The witcher left the troubadour’s rooms with his best friend, still in the form of a very smug cock in his arms, seventy crows richer and an experience he and Jaskier would laugh about many times over the next years.

--

As Geralt sat the rooster down on the bed at the room they had rented and let himself fall onto the bed next to him, Jaskier looked incredibly pleased with himself, preening and making noises, as if recounting the happenings, though Geralt had witnessed them first- hand.

When Geralt tilted his head in amusement, Jaskier seemed to realise that he still had no voice – or opposable thumbs - and let out a rather loud and obnoxious noise.

“Sorry,” Geralt said with a shit-eating grin, “I have no idea what you want from me. You’ll have to speak more clearly.”

Jaskier glared at him and fluttered closer to tug at Geralt’s hair impatiently.

Geralt chuckled and ran a hand over Jaskier’s soft feathers, making the bird-bard relax under his ministrations, though it was clear that Jaskier did so very reluctantly and would hold a grudge, if Geralt didn’t break the curse in the next five minutes.

Geralt hummed thoughtfully as he petted Jaskier.

“Just for the record, I thought taking revenge on Marx was a terrible idea,” he said, and when Jaskier clucked reproachfully, he added, “but it was quite impressive. And I had a lot of fun watching you.”

Geralt hadn’t known that cocks had the ability to look proud, but Jaskier somehow managed to do just that.

“In fact,” Geralt said slowly, already knowing that Jaskier would agree, once he heard Geralt’s full proposition, “how would you like to wait just a little longer before I break the curse?”

Jaskier pecked at Geralt’s fingers and glared at him.

“Come to Kaer Morhen with me,” Geralt said, flicking his fingers lightly against Jaskier’s beak. At his words, Jaskier perked up, cocking his head to the side curiously.

“Last winter, Lambert destroyed my room with a moon dust bomb. The damn silver shavings are still everywhere.” Geralt’s lips stretched into a wolfish grin. “I’m sure, as my ‘best friend in the whole wide world’, you wouldn’t mind returning the favour and wreaking a little havoc in my brother’s room. I couldn’t imagine anyone would be better suited for that job than you.”

Jaskier fluttered excitedly into Geralt’s lap and the sound he made in response to Geralt’s words could only be described as incredibly cocky.

[foreverindreamlandd]

Alright, Stranger Things S 4 Vol 2 spoilers

I agree with most of your points on those two eps, and I just want to add something, because it's been bothering me since I've watched it

I swear, I wouldn't mind Eddie's death if all the lead up to it wasn't just... Stupid. You have very smart people in that prep team. At least some of those people know that fire destroys the demo-creatures effectively. And you make two of them poke at a swarm of bats? They would have known that they needed something more to protect themselves.

You're telling me Steve allowed his small brother friend Dustin go out into battle without making sure him and Eddie have an upper hand if a confrontation happens?

Even if he died overwhelmed by bats, it should have been after some effective fight against them, not just... whatever that was.

Those cowards should have make his death really count. Not just because of that reason they spelled out for us at the end, but also because we would feel the powerful emotional build-up. One of those massive euphoria to massive drop moments. It lacked the *punch noise*.

YES YES TO ALL OF THIS!!!! Steve's making bottle bombs and he wouldn't think to give his son a couple???

Also so many people are making the note that he def had a bullet proof vest on, and he def could have worn that under his shirt to keep the rocker vibe going :,)

I truly think they nailed Bob's death in season 2. You knew he was going to die, but he had a purpose of doing what they couldn't to save the others and get out of there, and he still did his fucking best to escape. There was suspense, there was hope, there was a beat of everyone thinking hell yeah, we did it! and then the shock of the demodog barging through and getting him because he paused for one second. Like, I loved Bob but his death was awesome and memorable. Eddie's was just fucking sad because it missed that extra something to make it special and worthy, where it still would have hurt like hell but at least it would mean something more than just "idk we gotta kill this kid somehow."

AND ANOTHER THING (lmao sorry fam). I HATE THAT THEY HAD HIM SAY THIS WAS HIS YEAR AS HE WAS DYING!!! IT MADE NO SENSE!!! IT HELD ZERO POWER!!! It would have been his year if he had survived or been recognized as the hero he was by the entire town. If he had graduated :,)

Anyways....yes I 100% agree with you nonnie </3

[awesomefringey]

I agree with that anon that eleanor and lou are really great friends. But I think that Lou at one point had tried to really get real with eleanor. I mean it's just my opinion but H and L songs really says the same story. L in home, H in JALBOYH and Half the world away, and girl crush I mean H has always been vry jealous of el. Throwing football at her, adam bob interview when he looked pissed at being wingman there are too many examples. I think elelounor was at some point real. What do u think

I don't know how to say this nonnie, but Eleanor is a beard.

Eleanor was introduced as part of Sony's US marketing strategy plan to sell One Direction as a completely straight boy band (revealed in the 2014 Sony Leak).

Louis was made straight and unavailable with a "supermodel girlfriend", signalling female fans "I have no chance".

Think about it. At the age of 19, when Louis would travel the world and relationships wouldn't usually last when presented with all these options. Isn't it a bit reckless for a marketing department to build an image on a teenage relationship? Yes, it makes no sense.

Unless it's a package business deal that comes with Louis: straight and unavailable.

Why is that? Because nonnie, ummm, Louis is gay.

[tinytinybumblebee]

mama stede and papa ed decide to treat their little ones with a beach day, most of the crew are small and are absolutely delighted to spend the day building sand castles and playing in the waves

while the crew are small, they're old enough to be trusted around the water, and the older ones (Lucius, Pete, Olu, etc) help watch over the little ones (namely Jim, Frenchie, and Roach, who keep starting sand fights and crying when the sand gets in their eyes.

Stede and Ed stay with the little ones who want to swim. They bring only a small group at a time, both for safety and because some prefer to stay out on the land, and supervise them as they splash around in the water.

Izzy is the smallest, as usual, and clings to Stede's back in the water, arms wrapped around his neck. they go out far enough that their feet don't touch the sand anymore, and they bob around in the gentle swell of the water.

inevitably, the swell breaks and splashes up against Stede and Izzy, sending salt water right into Izzy's face. The babe whines as the salt stings his eyes, and Stede tries to comfort him.

"Shhh, my darling, let mama help you." He spins Izzy so that he's held against Stede's front and wipes down Izzy's face. "Just blink your eyes, darling."

Ed watches over from where he's playing with Roach and Frenchie, but Stede waves him away. He can handle this.

Izzy, of course, doesn't listen. He tries to wipe out his eyes with his hand, which has been underwater, and cries more when the saltwater stings his eyes more.

"Shh, darling," Stede murmurs, wrapping his arm underneath Izzy and hoisting him up on his him, "Mama's got you, it's okay."

Izzy clings tight onto Stede's neck as he swims them back to the shallows, and cries loudly into his shoulder.

It takes a while to calm him down, but thankfully none of the other small ones are upset by his wailing. Jim and Olu come over and very kindly offer their mama a ration of freshwater to wash out Izzy's eyes and mouth of the stinging salt water.

Izzy doesn't go back out as far as they had before, but clings to Stede as he sits in the rock pools and watches over Ed and the older kids out close to the ship.

Izzy falls asleep against Stede's side as they dip their feet in the water, and wakes up much later in Ed's arms as he's being carried toward's the campfire on the beach, and sits squished between his mama and papa as they talk and cook over the fire

Oh my gOODNESS?????🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 this is positively adorable nonny aaaaaaaaaAAAAA!!!!!!!

Beach day with the tiny ones ;0; builing their lil sand castles, looking for seashells all that fun the beach has to offer to them!💕

And awwww at Izzy not understanding that rubbing his eyes with his sea watered hands isn't gonna feel good 😭 so kind of Jim and Olu to try and help Mama!

Just aaaaa this is so so cute nonny this is all I'll be thinking about today 🥺💕💕💕💕

[iwaasfairy]

m.b nonnie here and ah! thank you for the lil bro kita drabble you gave me it was so soft and just what i needed hihi also yes meian but not only as your niisan but make it yandere He doesnt let u out of his side whenever u go out and whenever u two are in private his big fat cock will always be inside of you w his cum leaking in your thighs bc meian just cums too much he cant help it he just wants u to be the mother of his kids okay?but you dont mind bc u want this too.

mindbreak nonnie hello my love (°◡°♡).:｡ meian....niisan....... go nii oh god the niichan thoughts for this man. thank you

tw incest, yandere, breeding

He’s relentless. Most days it’s enough to just sit you on his fat cock, holding you in his arms while he watches over the videos of the game, or while you’re trying to do your work, like a responsible girl should. He likes teasing you then, grinning when you can’t see the words through the tears welling up in your eyes. Poking your sides or leaning your back to his chest so he can see his cock bulge out your stomach, pushing against the skin to hear you moan and whine.

But whenever he has to take you out in public places, or when you go to cheer for him at the big games and  have to meet his teammates, the assistants, the managers... he doesn’t let it end. “Ask niisan to fill you again,” he hisses, hauling your legs up so easily to your chest. The strong grip he has on your hip is definitely enough to bruise where his fingertips dig into you. “You want to be fucked full of me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you slowly bob your head, curling your back from the mattress when his fingers rub over your clit again, spreading your folds full of your mixed white apart. “Niichan, wan’ more of your cum.” In all truth, there’s so much that you know you won’t feel the difference either way. It’s gushing out of your spent cunny already, no more room in your womb for him to go. But as he rubs his hard cock into the slick and cum, pushing back in, your breathing speeds up again. “F- uck, Go nii, Go niichan!” Your little whines are enough to have him grunting, sliding his stupidly huge cock into you.

“Don’t fucking like it when,” his thick thighs are heavy on your body, pressing you deep into the plush, through he holds himself up on an elbow, “when they look at you like you’re up for grabs.” With your little legs to each side of his body and your eyes rolling back into your skull when he bottoms out, he calls your name. “You’re mine. No one else, you understand?” Your walls clench and cling to his thick, long cock when he pulls back out automatically, the feeling so overwhelming. You nod though, eyes closing and your body feeling so tight.

Then he pushes in again, much faster, fucking his last load of cum into you again. The ring of cream around his huge cock and the wet, sloppy sound of your cunny being destroyed by your big brother, it’s all so perfect. So when he mumbles something of making you his, you let him. You can’t even hear it anyway. You’re too lost on the building rhythm of his hips snapping to yours and the crushing weight of his body over you as he shifts to hold you down. “I can keep you full of my cum, so don’t worry. Niichan won’t stop until you’re swollen with his baby.”

[yeojaa]

HI IM IN LOVE WITH DEVIL IN A NEW SUIT!!!!! do u think u would add another part or drabbles?? like maybe jk’s ex crawling back back to him and asking for forgiveness or like just another drabble abojt them??? u don’t have to i just wanted to know because i’m OBSESSED W THEM!!!!!

[ read devil in a new suit ]

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  malibu barbie returns, kook is still too nice, reader gets pissed off, and smut in the forms of:  light bondage, titty sucking, use of a vibrator, heartfelt declarations of love without the L word.  wc.  1.3k.  author note.  ask and you shall receive, nonnie...  also tysm for the kind words!!!  i’m so glad you liked it!!

She shows up randomly, weeks later, sitting in the lobby of the apartment building like she belongs there.  (She doesn’t.)  You wonder, with a sour expression, what Jungkook pays his exorbitant condo fees for - how she’s managed to sneak in when there’s a dedicated concierge meant to keep the riff-raff out.

“Baby!”  The blonde is surging to her feet, smoothing down the hem of her dress.  It’s an objectively pretty thing, this reflective material that throws her curves into stark relief and looks like it was made for her.  Which it probably was, given her spending habits.  

She advances quickly - all but throws herself against your partner - and curls her French manicured nails into his fluffy hair.  He doesn’t immediately push her away.

What the—

The greeting comes before you can voice your displeasure, far too kind and familiar for your liking.  “Hi, Keek.”  Luckily - for him, for your twitching palm - he doesn’t return the hug.  Simply extracts himself from her arms and throws her that stupid cute smile of his.  

You’re five seconds from a nuclear explosion, something straight out of a Hollywood action film.

“It’s been so long,”  Malibu Barbie purrs, pouts as if the inventor of puppy dog eyes isn’t standing right before her.  “I’ve missed you.”

You’re not sure what’s going to come out of Jungkook’s mouth next.  You don’t want to hear it - already livid over the exchange that’s happened thus far.  “Sorry—”  You’re not - lying through your neat white teeth as you shoot an arm out between your wide-eyed boyfriend and his idiot ex.  “Can I help you?”   

The girl - Kiko, was it? - stares at you for the longest moment, as if she’s trying to figure out where she recognises you from.  You can practically hear the Windows shutting down noise as the seconds stretch on.

Then, without another word, she’s got her focus back on Jungkook.  Sweet darling Jungkook who simply remains silent, bottom lip caught and worried between enamel.  

“Who is that, Kookie?”

God, you want to throw up.  Fight her, maybe too.  

“This is—”  You’re glaring daggers at him, daring him to give the wrong answer.  “This is my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend?”  She laughs as if it’s a joke, flutters her obnoxiously long eyelashes. 

You’ve had enough, seizing Jungkook’s much larger hand in your own, practically yanking his arm from its socket as you stalk toward the elevator.  Irritation skips up your spine, settles like a weighted chain necklace around your throat.  You mash your knuckle against the call button.  (If you’d used your nail, you’d have surely snapped it.)

You don’t miss the expression in the mirrored wall, Barbie still standing where you’d left her.  Your smile is simpering, wholly artificial.  And then she’s gone from view and it fades, slips into something even worse.

“What was that?”  It comes in a whisper, gritted past your teeth that turn to ash.

“What was what?”  Your boyfriend has the audacity to look surprised, peering down at you as if you’ve just asked the weather or the time.  There’s not even an ounce of guilt - nothing to be found in those big round eyes of his.

It’s times like these that you resent the person Jungkook is, too soft and kind to tell people to fuck off.  

You can’t blame him, though.  This is how he’s always been, even if it’s gotten better over the months.  At his core, he’s just marshmallows and Lucky Charms, milk and cookies on Christmas morning.  (You love these things about him, even when they drive you absolutely insane.)

“Are you mad?”  He asks when you barrel out of the lift, push into his apartment with the key that sits alongside your own.  You don’t answer - know you’ll say something (deservedly) petty - and instead focus on hanging your coat, setting your stilettos into your side of his hallway closet.  “Baby?”

You make it halfway down the hall before he’s scampering after you, threading his arms around your waist and burying his face into your hair.  It’s such a sweet gesture that you almost soften, almost let him get away with murder.  

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”  The idiot - your beloved idiot - seems terribly proud of this fact, smile pressed against your neck.  

“I’m not,”  you seeth, shoving his hand off you. 

He knows you’re lying.

“Tell me, baby,”  he purrs, eyes so wide and innocent you curse him internally.  

Would do so verbally, if there weren’t a gag blocking the way, rubber slick with saliva and tears that’ve mingled into an absolute mess.  It’s snug around your head, buckled into place and kept from hurting by the goose down pillow keeping you semi-upright. 

(Even when he punishes you, takes you over his knee or cuffs you to the bed, he’s considerate.  Thoughtful beyond all comprehension.)

Jungkook rocks back on his heels, half-seated on the bed between your spread knees.  He’s picturesque, beaming brightly, devastatingly handsome in his comfy pants (a material that feels like heaven any time it brushes your heated skin).  His chest is delightfully bare, the only blemish across the supple expanse being the glint of his silver chain, hanging over you and tickling your sternum when he graces you with the occasional chaste peck.

The hand holding the unassuming black and gold device between your legs shifts, presses it just that much deeper within your walls, and he grins.  “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

It’s shameful, how wet you are, how slick pools down the crack of your ass, how your entire body trembles, heart rattling around in your ribcage.  It’s unbelievable how weak you are for him, completely at his mercy as he rains pleasure upon you.

You nod, grimacing when the bob of your head has spit transferring from your chin to the valley between your breasts.  

A hand tracks through the drool and lube (chocolate delight, because Jungkook has a sweet tooth), rubbing the mixture lewdly over your aching nipple.  It strains beneath his touch, perks and pebbles with each pass of his tattooed fingers.  

When he tweaks it - yanks so hard your back arches off the bed - he soothes the other, laving over the peak with the flat of his tongue.  Between your legs, the vibrator goes and goes, pressed lightly against your most sensitive spots.  Stimulated inside and out, it feels like every nerve ending is shot, burnt to hell by the match he strikes and pours gasoline over. 

Fireworks spark before your eyes with each passing moment, growing in intensity the longer the device runs, the more time he spends sucking your tits into his mouth. 

It’s too much - feels like heaven and hell all at once.  

But it’s not what sends you over the edge - isn’t what has you coming apart all over his hand, soaking through the delicate material of his pants.  It’s his voice, crystal clear past the haze of lust, whispering sweet nothings.

It’s your unbelievable, incredible boy telling you all the things you ache to hear. 

“Nothing to be jealous about, ____.  You’re the only one for me.”  He offers his heart just as readily as he does bliss, granting you an earth-shattering orgasm that starts at the base of your spine and threads heat to every limb.  He sucks his affection into the swell of your breasts,  fucks the silicon toy into your dripping heat, makes you come apart even as he holds you together. 

It’s nirvana with him, a place you only find in his arms, his bed, wrapped up in his warmth.  

You sink into it, sob his name as he repeats yours back to you - makes it the only sound you ever want to hear.  Finishes with a kiss to your trembling body, planted right beneath your belly button.  “All mine.” 

[samwontshare]

so. Do you think. if a magical angel or spell or whatever came down on Bucky, and he had the choice. to either survive the fall from the train, and live out his life in the 40s, or fall, become the Winter Soldier, but live to see now, what do you think he would choose?

it also comes with - would bucky have been on the valkyrie? when would his supersoldierness have come out?

Hi Nonny!

What a juicy question!! Thanks for asking!

My gut says Bucky would let history play out just the way it did. We know Bucky could have gone back in time with Steve, and he chose to stay in the present. But the circumstances here are different; in canon, Bucky is permanently changed by his experiences - he can’t go back. He isn’t the same man who fell from the freight train. In this scenario, Bucky could be that man again. He could never be the Winter Soldier. He would still be different than the man who left for war, still tortured and changed by Zola’s experiments, but not so far gone he forgot his own name.

How tempting is that for Bucky? He could have a life without such extreme pain. He could save so many lives by never becoming the Winter Soldier. What if Steve doesn't go into the ice because Bucky is there? He could be a different person. He could have something like a normal life. Maybe it would save Steve all the pain he went through. Maybe it would save everyone pain. Sam’s life would never be turned so upside down if not for the Soldier… would it be kinder for everyone?

But ultimately, there are too many what if's. Bucky is also a wet works tactician and playing with history is a gamble. There are too many variables, too many outcomes. The world could be worse. Too many lives would be unfairly changed. What right does he have to gamble with others’ futures to have his own happiness?

And also?

It would mean sacrificing who he is and the relationships he's built. And by the time we end TFATWS, Bucky is building connections with Sam, Sarah, the boys, and repairing his relationships with Ayo and Wakanda. There are people he loves here in the present. People who love him despite everything. If Bucky wants to learn to live with himself, to truly love himself again, does he not need to accept and cope with everything he’s suffered to be the man he is today? If he changed his past, he would be a different person. In healing, he honors his own resilience, strength and courage.

I think Bucky would be sorely tempted, but I don’t think he would do it. I think he would let the past play out. Bucky has never been a selfish person. He stumbled in TFATWS in that regard but our darkest moments of trauma recovery don’t define us. We may find ourselves with harms to repair but that’s part of the journey to healing.

And I think Bucky deserves healing, not a reset.

Now if Bucky had been on the Valkyrie I think two things might’ve happened: he would have dragged Steve off that damn plane and they’d bob around in the freezing water and hopefully get saved or they would go down together, hand in hand, and wake up in the future together. I think it’s probable Bucky would’ve survived the way Steve did but possibly with more damage. I would love to see that Bucky meet Sam! Mmm the SamSteveBucky potential.

[outrunningthedark]

When the cast knows that the characters aren’t just friends but the writers still won’t do anything about it so they decide to make some interesting acting choices on purpose because they are trying to give us what they can

I understand your frustration, nonnie, but let's not blame ALL the writers when the only one publicly resisting canon!Buddie (because it's way more fun than saying, 'Buddie will definitely happen. Wait for it.') is Tim. Some highlights various writers have given us: 2x01 Under Pressure (written by: Tim Minear! 😦 & Brad Falchuk) ⭐ "We might end up real close." (Nice foreshadowing, Tim!) 2x04 Stuck (written by: John J. Gray) ⭐ "And, uh, who is this?" ... "I thought you just dressed alike." ⭐ "Buck gave me a heads up." ⭐"So, does this boy crush on Eddie mean that you're, uh, finally ready to move on from Abby?" 2x06 Dosed (written by: Juan Carlos Coto) ⭐"Wait, Chimney has a kid?" "No, I-I thought you meant..." 2x10 Merry Ex-Mas (written by: Christopher Monfette) ⭐ "You two have an adorable son." 2x18 This Life We Choose (written by: TIMOTHY MINEAR!!!) ⭐"Well, [Eddie's ceremony] is more important. If I break anything else, they can just fix that, too, with the other stuff." 3x01 Kids Today (written by: Kristen Reidel) ⭐Eddie using a key to get into Buck's apartment ⭐"He's hanging out with his Buck today!" 3x03 The Searchers (written by: David Fury) ⭐ "He was looking for Buck." ⭐ "I love him enough to never stop trying. And I know you do, too." ⭐ "Buck, there's nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you." ⭐ A few choices words can sometimes be the life raft that gets you home. To be seen. To be found. Isn't that what we're all searching for? 3x05 Rage (written by: Lyndsey Beaulieu) ⭐"You know how much Christopher misses you? How could you? You're not around." 3x06 Monsters (written by: Christopher Monfette) ⭐"I just want you to talk to me. Even if it's just to say that you're still mad." ⭐ "When you decided to sue the department, to make Cap the bad guy, did you ever stop for a minute to think what that could do to us?" 3x09 Fallout (written by: Juan Carlos Coto) ⭐ "I'm sorry I wasn't there, Eddie. You and Chris needed me, and I had my head so far up my own behind with that stupid lawsuit..." ⭐ "I'd still take you." // "You think so?" // "I know. *pause* You wanna go for the title?" 3x11 Seize the Day (written by: Lyndsey Beaulieu) ⭐ "Uh, this is Eddie's house. I'm not really a guest." 3x12 Fools (written by: Andrew Meyers) ⭐ Ana's ableism versus Buck helping Eddie build an accessible skateboard 3x15 Eddie Begins (written by: Christopher Monfette) ⭐ Buck clawing at the dirt and mud when he thinks Eddie is gone ⭐ "So we can end up with two cut lines?" 3x18 What's Next? (written by: Juan Carlos Coto & Kristen Reidel) ⭐ "Buck, stop! Alright. I know you made a promise." ⭐"To Abby. His fiancée's Abby." 4x03 Future Tense (written by: Andrew Meyers) ⭐ Buckley-Diaz family time ⭐ "I can know weird stuff, too." ⭐ Christopher and Buck conspiring to freak Eddie out 4x04 9-1-1, What's Your Grievance? (written by: Nadia Abass-Madden) ⭐ "What do you have to apologize for? Did you say anything that wasn't true? ... Well, look. Maybe you could have come at it a little differently, but if that's how you feel, how they made you feel? You have every right to say so." 4x05 Buck Begins (written by: Juan Carlos Coto) ⭐ "I had to do it." // "I know you did." 4x06 Jinx (written by: Taylor Wong) ⭐ "Yup." // "I'm sorry, what was that?" // "Check." ⭐ "Still not sure what inspired the software update." 4x08 Breaking Point (written by: Bob Goodman) ⭐Eddie coming home after his date and calling Buck "a miracle worker" ⭐ Christopher taking an Uber to Buck's apartment ⭐ "You still got me. 'Cause I'm not going anywhere." 4x10 Parenthood (written by: Lyndsey Beaulieu) ⭐ ["Can't you both be good cops?"] (Simultaneously) "No!" ⭐ "I'm curious to know what your definition of 'too much discipline' is." 4x12 Treasure Hunt (written by: Bob Goodman) ⭐ Eddie asking Buck if he wants to find the treasure together, Buck initially says he already made a deal with Taylor, then caves after one look from Eddie 4x13 Suspicion (written by: Lyndsey Beaulieu & Andrew Meyers) ⭐"But just be sure that you're following your heart, not Christopher's, okay?"

⭐ Buck is the one who accompanies Eddie to Charlie's apartment, not Chimney (who was also aware what was going on!), and watches Eddie get shot in broad daylight

4x14 Survivors (written by: Kristen Reidel) ⭐ "Hey...Are you hurt?" ⭐ "We're so close. I just...I need you to hang...I need you to hang on." ⭐ Buck crying in Christopher's bedroom after getting the news that Eddie made it out of surgery ⭐ Buck taking his parental responsibilities very seriously without ever getting permission from Eddie, Abuela, or Pepa ⭐ "You were there for him when I couldn't be. That's what matters." ⭐ "It's in my will, if I die, you become Christopher's legal guardian." ⭐ "No one will fight for my son as hard as you. That is what I want for him." ⭐ "Because, Evan. You came in here the other day and you said you thought it would have been better if it had been you who was shot. You act like you're expendable. But you're wrong." The writers have BEEN setting the stage for a romance from early on (the parallels between Buck and Shannon? Hello?), but it's up to Tim to decide when to pull the trigger.