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dangerpronebuddie · 6 months

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Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night 15/?

31. Kitchen counter make-outs

(combined with the Asking your best friend to kiss you prompt: "Fuck it. Get over here. Let's do it.")

Summary:

Eddie opened his mouth to ask exactly what Buck meant. What came out instead was "we could have the physical part."

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"I mean, don't you miss it?" Buck asked, his shoulders slumping.

Buck had started in about wanting to download dating apps again between the first and second beer. Now on their third, Buck had gone from lamenting about missing the companionship to missing- you guessed it- the sex.

Eddie shrugged and sipped his beer, looking at Buck from his perch on the kitchen counter. "Not as much as I thought I would, but yeah. Sometimes."

"And I don't want to date again so soon," Buck sighed. "I know Nat and I were only a thing for a couple months but..."

Eddie took a swig of his beer, swallowing the bitter couple months too long that wanted to escape his mouth. "There's no timeline you really have to follow there, bud," Eddie said instead.

"I know. I just don't feel the need," Buck shrugged as Eddie lifted his drink to his lips. "I have most of the components of a relationship with you already."

Eddie sputtered and wiped his mouth with his wrist. "What?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Oblivious to Eddie's crisis, Buck merely shrugged and turned to lean his hip against the counter. "We hang out all the time, we stay at each other's places, we know each other better than we know ourselves- not to brag- and we have Chris. All that's missing is the physical part."

Eddie nodded slowly, trying to get his brain to stop short circuiting. Too many neurons were firing and none of them knew what they were doing. Buck just implied they were practically married. Platonically? He meant it platonically. Right?

Eddie opened his mouth to ask exactly what Buck meant. What came out instead was "we could have the physical part."

It was Buck's turn to choke on his beer. He coughed and thumped his fist against his chest. "What?"

"You said that's all that was missing," Eddie shrugged. He dug the hole. No one was coming to take away the shovel.

"Yeah," Buck said slowly. "Are you saying you want that?"

"Are you?" Eddie asked. He might've started it, but he wouldn't dare tip his hand unless Buck explicitly asked him to.

A pretty blush appeared high on his cheeks. "I uh... We could try it," he shrugged. "Like a friends with benefits kinda thing."

Eddie's heart ached. It would break him in two. It would be everything he ever wanted. And be absolutely hollow.

Buck set his beer on the counter and stood up straight, tilting his head in a manner similar to that night in the same kitchen years ago. He was challenging Eddie. Only this time, nothing but Eddie's slowly cracking heart could stop him from throwing down his own gauntlet.

But Eddie never claimed to be a smart man, let alone a strong one, and Buck was offering the closest thing Eddie would ever get to being with him.

"Fuck it," Eddie shrugged. For once in his life, he decided to stop overthinking and enjoy the moment. "Get over here. Let's do it."

Buck's eyes widened, like he couldn't believe Eddie actually agreed. "Ar- are you sure?"

"Yeah," Eddie nodded. "Unless..."

"No, I want to," Buck assured him.

"Well then," Eddie said with a smirk of his own, setting down his beer, "you wanna go for the title?"

Buck grinned and stepped between Eddie's legs. He settled his hands on Eddie's thighs. Even the simple touch made Eddie's breath catch in his throat.

"You sure?" Buck whispered.

Eddie nodded. "If you are."

Buck nodded. He reached up and cupped Eddie's cheek, pulling him into a soft kiss. A brush of lips.

Eddie should've known. Everything with Buck was electric, but safe, easy. Even a chaste kiss had his heart pounding against his sternum.

Buck slotted their lips together and Eddie wrapped his arms around his neck. Buck's hands trailed up Eddie's thighs to his waist. Eddie tangled his fingers in Buck's curls, eliciting a beautiful gasp from him.

Eddie took the opportunity to lick into his mouth. Buck groaned and pulled Eddie to the edge of the counter.

Eddie wrapped his legs around him as Buck took control of the kiss.

He had just started on the buttons of Buck's shirt when the man pulled away with a ragged gasp. "Wait, wait," he panted.

Eddie froze. He'd taken too much too fast. He disentangled himself from Buck and looked into his eyes.

"Too much?" he asked.

Buck shook his head. "Not enough."

Eddie frowned.

"It won't be enough," Buck continued. "The- the friends with benefits thing, it- it won't be enough. And I know that's selfish, and unfair, and you don't want that-"

Eddie pulled Buck into a searing kiss, effectively cutting off his ramblings before they could get into self conscious mode. Buck whimpered and rested his hands back on Eddie's thighs.

Eddie pulled away and cupped Buck's face in his hands. "I'm in love with you," he confessed. "The friends with benefits thing wouldn't be enough for me either."

"Thank God," Buck said with an adorable relieved laugh. "I'm in love with you, too. Have been for years, Eds."

"Yeah?" Eddie grinned, brushing their noses together. "How long?"

"Oh, you do not want to know," Buck laughed.

"I absolutely do," Eddie persisted.

"I am so not ready to admit to that," Buck declared.

"Okay," Eddie nodded. "In the meantime..." He smirked, his gaze falling to Buck's lips.

Buck grinned and captured Eddie's lips in a bruising kiss.

Later, cuddled together in Buck's bed, he did tell Eddie when he first fell in love with him. To think they could've been together since their silly argument in the gym.

#911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #fanfic #my writing #Kiss Me Once

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whimsicalworldofme · 2 years

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Saving Grace: Chapter Eleven

Grace tries to go out and live a little more. And then the three month mandatory distance she required from Steve comes to an end.

Grace made good on her promise to get out of the house more in the following weeks, signing up for dance classes at a local studio, going to galleries, and even going so far as to go on a few dates with guys from dating apps.

You told Steve to go out with other people, you need to take your own advice, she chastised herself when she felt guilty putting on a curve hugging dress for her first date.

Trying to date, as Iron Man’s daughter though proved to be a challenge. One date insisted on picking her up and Tony greeted him with a gauntlet on his hand and “accidently” blasted a potted plant by the door, right next to the guy, to smithereens.

“You’ll have my daughter back by nine, right?” He asked as her date visibly trembled.

Grace could only cradle her head in her hands, shaking it at his antics. Tony loved her, loved being a dad, being her dad, and his desire to make up for the twenty-three years he’d missed from her life often led him to be overzealous.

Despite all her new social activities, her favorite thing to do with her free time still was tinkering in the workshop with her dad. They spent most of their time on the weekends there, him building new Iron Man tech, which she often helped with, but he gave her free rein to build whatever assistive tech prototypes she wanted.

Sometimes Tony’s best friend James Rhodes came by. Since he had an Iron Man suit of his own, he spent time in the workshop with them from time to time, getting ideas and offering input.

“It is still wild to me that you have a daughter, a grown daughter,” Rhodey said as he, Tony, and Grace stood on an impromptu firing range they’d set up in the workshop, each of them wearing a different model of gauntlet for the Iron Man suit on their dominant hand. They were testing out some modifications to the weapons systems.

“I don’t think it’s that wild,” Tony commented as he lifted his hand and shot one of the glass bottles they’d set up on a work bench across the room. It shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces. “Eighteen-year-old me was wild, so it follows I’d have a grown daughter.”

“That’s true,” Rhodey nodded.

“Remarkably, I wound up a daughter whose definition of wild is eating raw cookie dough,” Tony grinned at Grace and she laughed, firing her gauntlet, taking out another bottle.

“That’s good,” Rhodey huffed, and cast a glance at his friend, “the world can only handle one of you. I can’t imagine if you had a little mini-me.”

“Oh, I am his mini,” Grace chimed in, making Rhodey flinch and break his focus momentarily. “I invent, I build, I sass, I’m just a little more restrained.”

“Thank god for that,” he quipped.

“Grace?” Pepper came down the stairs, examining a small package wrapped in brown paper. “A courier just brought this for you. He didn’t say who it was from.” As she stepped in the door, Tony fired off another shot at the bottles across the room. “I thought you just updated the weapons systems a month ago?”

“Just some tweaks,” Tony shrugged.

Grace got her gauntlet off and took the package from Pepper, looking it over. The thing was the size of a paperback fantasy novel, and weighed about the same too. It was definitely addressed to her but it had no name on the return address, which was in Washington D.C.

Who do I know in D.C.? She couldn’t think of anyone. Maybe it’s from someone who does work with the VA?

She carefully ripped open one corner of the brown paper wrapper and when she peeled it away, she felt her heart flutter.

“What did you get, kid?” Tony came over to see, but Grace clutched it to her chest, a childish smile overtaking her.

“It’s a book,” she said. “One I didn’t think I’d get to look at. I’m going to go upstairs.”

“Ok,” Tony raised a brow and looked to Pepper who shrugged.

Giving her dad a quick peck on the cheek, Grace bolted upstairs, out of the workshop, into the living room and up another flight of stairs to get to her bedroom. She shut and locked the door, feeling like a little kid with a precious secret. Sitting cross-legged on her bed, she ripped the paper away to reveal Steve’s sketchbook, the one she had bought him when he said he wanted one separate from the one he sketched in for therapy. The one she often asked to see but he never showed her.

When she cracked open the cover, a folded-up letter fell out. Plucking it up, she unfolded it to reveal Steve’s perfect cursive handwriting.

Dear Grace,

You said no contact for three months, but you didn’t say I couldn’t write letters and wait to send them. There are three months of letters and sketches in the back. All I’ve wanted all this time is to talk to you, share my new experiences with you, come home to you. It’s all in there. So is a plane ticket to D.C. for Friday. S.H.I.E.L.D. moved me here after you left and I’ve been running missions with Nat, but I told Fury not to contact me for the whole week you’ll be here. My new apartment isn’t as nice as ours, but it’s within walking distance of the National Mall. We’ll sightsee, take in the museums, whatever you like. Just get here.

Missing you,

Steve

Breathless, Grace set the letter aside and took up the sketchbook again. The first page was a sketch that was clearly of her, standing at the stove in their apartment, her back to him, hair in a messy bun, dressed in an oversized tee shirt and shorts she’d rolled at the waist. He’d written a little caption underneath.

You’re making me grilled cheese at one in the morning because I woke up with nightmares again.

“I remember that,” Grace smiled.

He’d sketched little moments of their lives from day to day, assisted by his photographic memory, but they were all of her and sometimes the two of them together, like the time they’d found out their local bodega had a cat. He’d drawn himself holding the cat and Grace scratching behind its ears.

Today I learned the serum eliminated my cat allergy. I wonder if my dog allergy is gone too. Maybe we should get a pet.

There was a sketch of what his view of her must’ve been like when she would rest her head on his shoulder as they sat on the couch together watching movies.

Last movie night you fell asleep, so I moved you to your bed. You told me I should just leave you on the couch next time, but I’ll keep putting you in your own bed because 1. You weigh next to nothing to me and 2. If you don’t sleep well, you get cranky and you never sleep well on the couch.

She noted the one of her sipping coffee, dated the morning that Fury had come to get him to run missions again.

You aren’t good at hiding your worry. You get a little line in your forehead, even if nothing else gives it away.

The one sketch that took Grace’s breath away was them lying in bed together, with her arms wrapped protectively around him.

I feel safer when you’re here.

Grace blinked back tears and sniffed. She hadn’t been able to talk to anyone about how much she missed those moments. Going through the last three months, she worried that maybe he hadn’t, or that he had simply moved on, but as she flipped through to the pages from the last three months there was letter after letter to the contrary.

In his skillful style, Steve sketched out all the new things in his life, details about his new apartment, the neighborhood, things he saw in museums. And along with every sketch was a letter, telling her what it was, restating how much he missed her, how he wanted her there.

I went on a date today. Was the note under a sketch of himself sitting at a table with a floral centerpiece and an empty chair on the other side. In the self-portrait, he was sketching in his book. She kept comparing me to her grandfather when she found out when I was born. This is exhausting and pointless. You’re the only one I want to take out on a Friday night, so I don’t know why I’m wasting my time.

She read through his letters detailing nights of quiet and how uncomfortable it felt to sit alone with his thoughts, to not have her there to talk to. There were days when he finished running missions and questioned if he’d ever have a normal life.

When I think about what that might look like, I think of you, sipping coffee in your pajamas, sitting on the couch and working on your latest project on your laptop. I think of cooking new recipes together. More than anything, I think of waking up and seeing your face right next to me.

When she got to the last page, a little paper sleeve with round trip tickets between Los Angeles and D.C. On the page, he’d drawn a picture on the last page with colored pencil, a view outside his bedroom window, buildings across the street veiled by the leafy branches of a tree.

I knew you’d give me an earful if I didn’t give the whole dating thing another try, so I went out with a different girl tonight. I met her at an art gallery. She’s a Congressional staff person. It went better than the last one. She’s sharp and witty, but she’s not you. There’s two days until the three months is up. Tomorrow I’m buying you a plane ticket and sending it and this sketchbook to you in California. I know there are reasons we probably shouldn’t be together and I know we wouldn’t be able to be public about it, but I still want you, if you’ll have me. Don’t call, don’t write, just get on the plane. Whether you show up or not, I’ll know the answer.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Grace checked the tickets again. It was sudden, but Pepper had been pestering her to take more time off lately. Her project with Stark Industries had come to a standstill waiting on a few government approvals, so it wasn’t like she could do much anyway.

“What do I tell Dad?” She wondered, tapping a finger on her lips. The idea of lying to him didn’t sit right with her, but she knew he would not cope well if she told him the full truth. “Truth enough that he doesn’t question it, but enough details omitted for him to not suit up and fly to D.C. to beat down Steve’s door.”

The plan formulated as she tucked the sketchbook away somewhere safe, somewhere no one would spot it and made her way back downstairs. Her dad, Rhodey, and Pepper were all in the living room, sipping on wine and chitchatting.

“Everything all right, Grace?” Pepper asked, catching sight of her first. “Who was the package from?’

“Captain Rogers,” she told the truth and watched her father’s face screw up slightly. “It’s a book I wanted to get a look at, he sent it for me. He’s living in D.C. now.”

“Oh yeah, S.H.I.E.L.D. shifted all their operations there,” Rhodey nodded. “After New York.”

“I’m going to take a trip there on Friday,” she announced. “Check on Captain Rogers. The move was a big adjustment, so I want to make sure everything is going well. And I want to check in with Fury, see if S.H.I.E.L.D. has any work for me, since my current project is stalled.”

“I think that sounds like a good idea,” Pepper nodded with a smile, turning to Tony and flashing him a look, wordlessly nudging him to agree and give his blessing. Tony frowned slightly and shook his head, which made Pepper glare harder. “I can have Happy drive you to the airport,” she added, flashing Grace another smile.

“I’ll do it,” Tony jumped in, conceding. “I’ll take you to the airport. We can use that time to discuss the dangers of older men.”

“Thanks Dad,” Grace nodded, snorting back a laugh.

Chapter Ten

Masterlist

Chapter Twelve

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evasivaardilosa · 11 months

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I am still not back at full force but I am playing mk11 again, as you can tell from my posts this last week, and I am currently testing my knowledge of mk lore by infodumping everything I can remember to myself. If I go back to playing mkm I’ll know there is no turning back

The funny part is that I have no way of playing mk1 when it comes out and it’s pretty impossible I manage to buy a required console until september (if only it was on the ps4 too… the release date is four days after my birthday!!) so

I still haven’t even watched Snow Blind yet, because it isn’t on hbo here in my country for some fucking reason. Mk movies are why I even subscribed to that shitty app in the first place (stayed for the cartoons, that they fucked up, and my family finds stuff to watch there too. But I? My profile is mk and The Conjuring series)

Should I challenge myself to hit a mark in my saga to unlock all kosmetics until September just for fun? Not sure what would be realistic, specially since I am depending so much on luck. Maybe to get the first stage of all character towers, that is, get the ending for them all? And if I manage that, maybe try to finish all stages, which will unlock a bunch of kosmetics. And at the same time I could try finishing the gauntlet, I found some tips I have saved and it’s looking possible. I’d love to make the goal be to finish all via lucky towers but that seems hard, even if I only play the stage with free entrance. It will take a lot of keys….

#ea talks

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tesshlyons · 1 year

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Tess Lyons First Social Media Class Blog Post

I would describe social media as a tool that was first started as a way to connect with your friends and stay up to date with people electronically. The idea you could wish your fifth grade best friend who you haven’t spoken to in two decades a happy birthday seemed pretty intriguing. With one like, one click, you were considered buddies with strangers or folks who used to occupy your life. Now however, I’d say that social media is a marketing tool more than anything else. One can’t scroll on TikTok, or Instagram or Facebook or Twitter or any other social media site without seeing an ad; majority of the time an ad that’s targeted at them. Social media is perfectly diabolical in that way. You like a video about smoothies, boom an ad alerting you that the Ninja 3000 is 2% off today and today only!! Every marketable thing from Tv shows to clothing lines to the Ninja 3000 have social media pages, and that’s because it’s the most useful place to get that information out there. People don’t watch the news anymore, they get a ding from Twitter notifying them that Joe Biden is in some serious hot water surrounding documents. It’s wild how impactful this alternate form of media is but also incredibly impressive seeing, as previously mentioned, we all signed up for the idea just so we could stalk our work crush and pretend them liking our tweet means them liking us personally. So in short, social media to me is a new wave media, marketing, and surprise surprise social life saving (or killing) tool.

I’m the social media manager for a boating app and a local magazine so my time on social media is spent attempting to boost the two as much as I can. Being 21 I also have my own social media profiles. Why I’m so adamant about the idea that social media is a marketing tool is because I have first hand experience frequently marketing my magazine and the boating app, but also marketing myself. Maybe that sounded alarming. Not marketing myself but marketing my photography, which I do so I suppose marketing myself works though I will admit it felt strange typing that. I started my photography account when I was 15 and have accumulated a decent following. I’ve gotten jobs through it and everything. I look at social media not as a fun-interactive-scroll-mindlessly device, I look at it as a way for me and the pages I manage to garner a larger audience.

My strength with social media is that I was essentially born into a world with it. My formative years were when Facebook had already been around for quite a bit, and Instagram was the hottest thing around. Essentially if you didn’t have Instagram and Snapchat your opportunities to make friends were lowered. Exchanging numbers was a thing of the past when I was around 12. People didn’t want to text never mind call, people wanted to send each other goofy selfies using the gauntlet of snapchat filters. People wanted to admit crushes in the comment section of their overly filtered posts, ignoring each other in the classroom the next day. It was survival of the fittest. Either you conformed and downloaded the app, or you were left in the dark not knowing who went to showcase cinemas to see the fault in our stars and not knowing if you had been snubbed an invite to that cry fest showing. Social media is an appendage to me that I’ve been using for over a decade. That’s my strength. I didn’t grow up and then have to learn how to use it, I grew up using it.

Being a social media manager I want to get better at statistics or learning the more technical side of utilizing social media. I don’t just want to know something works I want to know why something works. I’m excited to learn more from this class, despite my rather obvious dislike for social media. Hate it or love it its a useful tool that’s with us to stay, mine as well learn as much as you can.

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capsulecomputers · 2 years

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party-size-evolved-mod---p6 · 2 years

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Party Size Evolved - Skymods

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥 Forums New posts. What's new New posts New profile posts Latest activity. Members Current visitors New profile posts. Log in Register. What's new. New posts. Log in. Install the app. Welcome to rpgcodex. We're less strict than other forums, but please refer to the rules. Until your account has "passed" your posts will only be visible to yourself and moderators until they are approved. Once you have passed the moderation period think of it as a test , you will be able to post normally, just like all the other retards. JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding. You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly. You should upgrade or use an alternative browser. You may prefer it's changes, specially in relation to the armor system and the workings of status effects. From what little I played up until Alexander's battle to get out of Fort Joy , the main issue with the game were some ridicoulous decisions in the mechanics. But unlike Skyrim or Oblivion, these flaws aren't so fundamental as to the only way to "fixing" them would be to completely remake the whole game. Let There Be Tooltips! Click to expand The remaning mods in whatever order you want to Last edited: Sep 28, The mod author of the Divine War Overhaul has apparentely released a new improved overhaul in the end of last year: Divinity Unleashed Like the previous mod it touches all mechanics and values of the game, but this time not only are the changes more extensive but due to the help of the Norbyte Extender some systems function in ways that weren't possible before. I think the reworks of the mod will be to the liking of most codexers: Mod Features said:. Armour Overhaul: No longer acting as two separate HP bars, the armour you build now behaves as static damage reduction. Hybrid parties are better than ever before. Status Simplicity: No status, even from mods, is resisted by armour or any other kind of mechanic. Instead, statuses from both the base game and other mods have been rebalanced for immediate application. New mechanics: Cooldown reduction, status extension and more add a fresh coat of paint to the gameplay you love. Lightweight and Immersive: Divinity Unleashed's features are unintrusive and let you pile on as many mods as you want, letting you play the game your way. And yes, that means no more random bosses Turns Galore: Turn-skipping status effects have been made scarce, allowing for faster-paced combat. Even modded statuses have been predictively altered to fit this style. Build Freedom: Offering more build freedom than ever before, Divinity Unleashed puts hybrid parties, healers and tanks on even footing with a comprehensive overhaul of character progression. Not in the mood for cheese? Telekinetic instant kills, infinite resurrection chains and sniping enemies miles away outside of combat have been scripted into oblivion. Get ready for a challenge! Superior Balance: Thanks to an in-depth reworking of core game skills and mechanics, the Damage Meta is a thing of the past. With an even playing field, any sufficiently planned build is viable. Might and Magic: Enemy resistances are squashed down to size and bosses no longer generate immunities on higher difficulties, gaining other buffs instead. Witches and wizards alike are more viable than ever. Permanent Summons: Summons now have infinite duration, but while active, the skill used to summon them remains permanently on cooldown during combat. Summons are encouraged to cast before combat and keep alive. Go ahead and slap it on an existing save file. This mod won't bite! These mods are all in the Steam Workshop, so for those of you that don't possess the Steam version, here's a site that let's you download those mods. Found this custom Adventure today. It's a recreation of the a 4th edition DnD campaign called Pyramid of Shadows. Also here's a fun gauntlet of challenges - Arena Challenges. Pretty much multiple high level fights against various custom Bosses. Since these are "Adventure" mods user made campgains for DOS2 , all the mods in first 2 posts work with no problems. Last edited: Oct 28, Joined Aug 23, Messages 3, Modders, saving game since s. Joined Aug 28, Messages 8, Location Nirvana for mice. You forgot to add the reduced bloat mod. The game is unplayable without it. With the DND-like scaling the max HP at level 20 will be around instead of I already have the link to "No Bloat Tactian" on the original post. Besides Divinty Unleashed much like Divine War has a different Vitallity progression from the main game. I tested on some high level encounters level 30 and enemies with a well developed Constitution had around of HP - plus take into consideration even the weakest attacks do around dmg. Finally since the armor system in Divinity Unleashed acts as it always should damage reduction Vitallity isn't that important in the long term anymore. Overall I think this new mod realizes the potential of Divinity's combat. Joined Jan 14, Messages 43, I'd have to do a mod-free run to test it out and I'm too lazy to do it. Onionguy Educated. Joined Dec 23, Messages But what's the point of all this What's the fucking reason behind putting so much effort into making this distasteful shit somewhat palatable. Desiderius Found your egg, Robinett, you sneaky bastard. Joined Jul 22, Messages 10, Played to level five with this setup, initially with just four, then went six-man since Tactician Unleashed surfaces are so punishing. Six-man is such a relief as you're not constantly switching between companions. Unleashed is solid, the initiative mod is a clusterfuck unfortunately as initiative is the main flaw in the base game. Cool list. Would like to try out the "Summon Rework" and "Additional Summons" mods, but I afraid I would have to restart the game. Although there are some odd choices like a enemy scalling mod and another that makes companions AI controlled. Desiderius said:. It's a bit wonky but it does work and that's enough for me, simply because I couldn't stand how it functions in the base game. Last edited: Apr 1, Several battles where one toon got multiple turns before others got any. Haplo Prophet. Joined Sep 14, Messages 5, Wonder if this game can be salvaged. The retarded initiative was for me the nail to the coffin alongside the armor system If the other things are improved, I guess it will still have the sad, number bloated itemization with equipment changes every 2nd level. Anyway, I look forward to your findings Desiderius! Haplo said:. That is neat. An important start. But does it make the itemization interesting? Joined Mar 28, Messages I'd like to respec but I'm still at Fort Joy island. I read that there is no way to do it until you get out of the island. I found a mod on steam that adds a respec item inside Fort Joy but it says: " This mod is deprecated and unsupported with the addition of Larian's new Respec Mirror ". If it does indeed exists, can it be added on an ongoing campaign? The "official" respect mirror on Fort Joy is a Gift Bag mods that Larian has made a an official free add-on. You have to open the Gift Bag menu on-game to activate them. SoupNazi rial billionaire. The "no bloat" mod just makes the game extremely easy. Like, ridiculously so. And the game is already too easy on tactician if you've played through it once. I like Divine War, the Initiative fix, and all of Odinblade's class mods. Some of the QoL mods like leveling up equipment etc. I would steer away from the "enemies are not psychic" mod, again, makes it laughably easy especially if you're playing an undead. The major problem of this game is that it forces you down a narrow path through the gargantuan level differences, in most acts you have to take a certain route in order to survive. But that's not solved by the bloat reduction, that just makes the doable fights ridiculously easy and the hard to impossible fights just easy to normal. It has a good story that should be experienced, and after that, the replayability is in the fights which should be kept difficult and to the level you should be at. SoupNazi said:. I like the Epic encounters or whatever it is called mod better than those in your list combined. AI should never use a knockdown arrow if they see I'm at full physical armor, they should be using netherswap and teleport correctly to abuse mass corpse explosion, all the necro combos, apothesis, skin graft etc. It's not fun to get obliterated by an AI character so powerful that a comparable spell of yours just does less damage, but on those very rare occasions where the AI does something genuinely clever, it almost feels like a real chess match. If you compare the way fights happen in the arena mode so between equally leveled characters controlled by players and in the game, there's always gonna be a stark difference. And while I don't expect AI to be as creative as a human, the truth is that over the years the game meta has been combed through times over and we now know what is the most effective, but the AI doesn't make use of it at all. That to me is the only serious stain on the game, but I am a fan. It's by no means perfect, but the fact that the AI hasn't been updated to the knowledge unearthed by players is what I find disappointing. Then again, that disappointment stems from the fact that the devs update the game even now, years after release - they just don't update it to my liking. If they haven't touched it since, my disappointment would probably be lesser. You must log in or register to reply here. As an Amazon Associate, rpgcodex. Top Bottom.

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rubenesque-as-fuck · 1 year

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#dating nonsense #faye poll #dating app poll #dating app gauntlet #also yeah I know OKCupid is another app option but the idea of logging back in and seeing my old messages with D is 😭

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messersmoony · 3 years

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Death Star the second A Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Tony has a thing for spoiling children and your kid is no exception to this rule.

Characters:Peter Parker x pregnant reader romantic. Tony stark x reader platonic.

After thanos was defeated when iron man flew the gauntlet up to captain marvel and she snapped all seemed to be great.

Peter turned 18 and you even celebrated his birthday with him. You made him a cake and everything. You decorated it as Spider-Man’s face with the words happy birthday. He blew out the candles and he was a year older than before.

:readmore:

A few months after this however In a moment of weakness from you both. The two of you slept together. It wasn’t anything big you didn’t mention it in the morning. Well, you didn’t really give an option to since you left early in the morning. You didn’t feel there was anything really to talk about. He wanted to stay friends so you weren’t going to make this awkward despite how much you really truly loved him.

You were living at home and didn’t have the most sustainable job. You worked as a cook and sometimes waiter at a resteraunt in town. You were trying to figure out what you wanted to go to school for. You didn’t even have a degree. You spent a lot of time at the avengers tower hanging out with them as well.

You ran to the bathroom throwing up for what seemed to be the 18th time this week and you got up. You grabbed the mouthwash that was no longer hidden under the sink. At this point what was the point you would just get it out the next morning, or hour.

You texted your friend MJ and asked her if she could come over. You told her you didn’t feel good and wanted company. You kept in contat wjth MJ even after school because she was your only friend and she was a good one at that.

She was over at your place pretty quick.

“You want to watch anything.” She asked picking you the tv remote.

“Sure.” You covered yourself with a blanket from the back of the couch you laid on.

“What are you feeling like?”

“Anything I just need company and a distraction.”

“What do you even have.” She asked putting in a random netflix movie.

“To be honest with you I don’t even know. I just keep throwing up every morning and afternoon.”

“You know if it’s only morning and after noon you know what they say.” She raised and eyebrow at yiu.

“And what do they say Michelle.” You used her first name sarcastically.

“That it’s pregnancy. But that can’t be possible you haven’t slept with anyone.”

You groaned and rolled over. God no no no this wasn’t happening.

“Have you slept with anyone?” She leaned closer in curiosity.

You were not about to tel MJ that her former didnt work out live interest slept with you. And possibly got you pregnant for that matter.

“Some random one night stand from a weird dating app. I don’t even remember his name it was like 2 months ago.”

MJ got up from the couch and you didn’t even have to ask where she was going. You knew she was out getting tests.

She returned back quickly setting the bag down in front of you.

“3 different kinds so we know for sure sure.” She said and you groaned taking the bag to the bathroom.

You set them face down and slid down the bathroom wall allowing yourself to fully think. What would the is mean I’d there was a plus sign. The word pregnancy. 2 lines. You weren’t in a stable relationship or job situation.

MJ knocked on the door.

“Hey it’s been like 5 minutes since you finished have you checked yet?” You dabbed away the tear marks as yo not leave puffy red eyes and took the tests leaving the bathroom.

“I can’t do it look for me please.”

You said as you pressed the tests into her hand.

She gasped and you didn’t even have to ask.

“Congrats?!”

“Not congrats more like sorry.”

“Are you going to try and find random date app guy and tell him.”

“No im not.” It wasn’t a lie at all.

You weren’t going to tell Peter. You weren’t going to tell him at all.

“We should tell Peter and Ned they will be ecstatic.”

“MJ I know you might think I’m crazy but please listen to me. I just think that I don’t want to tel anyone at all. I just want to shut everyone out except for you and maybe a few other people. I want to seat and feel sorry for myself knowing no one knows and will ever know if I’m lucky.”

“So telling no one not even a soul?”

“Exactly please.”

“I’m not saying I agree but I will comply.”

“Thank you.”

———

You did just that. You were 5 months pregnant and sitting on your couch rubbing your belly. You felt bad that this poor kid would never know their dad but you weighed the pros and cons in you mind and made the decision. The baby would go through less trouble no dad then a dad who was weirdly not in a relationship with his mom and probably didn’t even want a baby.

You and Peter were only 18 years old. You didn’t try to get pregnant sometimes things just happen.

A knock on your door made you rise to your feet and you semi walked semi waddled over to it.

Tony was standing their and immeadietly entering your home.

“Somethings up and don’t even tell me nothing is up because I know something is. You think the avengers tower is like the coolest place in the world don’t even argue but you haven’t visited for like 3 months so I know somethings up.” He said all the very quickly “also you haven’t talked to Peter which I would say was weird but he hasn’t said anything about it.”

Well that was good to know you baby daddy didn’t even care you haven’t talked to him for 3 months. So much for best friends.

“I’m sorry Tony it’s just-“

“What is that?” Tony cut you off pointing at your belly.

“A baby.”

“A baby with who.”

“A baby with someone who doesn’t know it’s their baby.”

“Who is it my lips are sealed I won’t say anything but I don’t see you for 3 months and you like 5 months pregnant.”

“Promise”

“Promise.”

“Peter. It was a one time thing I haven’t even told him he’ll never know as long as I live.” You sighed and tiny stared at you bug eyes.

———

Tony did keep up his promise even though he may not have thought it was a good promise.

You baby boy was born and you thought he was the best thing in the world.

You named him Ben after peters late uncle. You thought he would have liked it. It honored the man peter had been so destrought over losing. You gave him the last name Parker but never dared tell anyone.

———

“Which one do you want to read now. Harry Potter or Star Wars book edition.” You asked the 5 year old.

“Star Wars!” Ben exclaimed and jumped into bed before you started reading to him. He was a nerd but he was your nerd just like Peter had once been your nerd.

———

“Tony did you give him 200 dollars for his birthday?!” You exclaimed at the man as the 5 year old Ben ran excitedly behind you.

“What let him buy some lego sets. I do this for Morgan all the time.”

“Tony-“

“Shh get the kid the lego sets.”

And so you did. You took him to the store and he picked out some lego sets but he couldn’t stop looking at one big one.

“The Death Star Huh?” You asked coming up behind him.

“It’s so cool I could take such great care of it.”

“I know you could baby but we don’t have the money for that. I only make so much at the resteraunt.”

“It’s ok mommy I just wanted to share what I thought. I’m happy with the ones I’m getting today look at all the characters.”

You smiled at him but you felt bad.

———

“Jeez y/n you eyes are blue are you alright.” Tony said one time while he was visiting.

“I’m alright I’ve just been working extra.”

“Why is everyrhing alright you know if your tight in bills I can help.”

“No no it’s not that it’s just something Ben wanted I felt bad and it was expensive. I just feel bad and I want to fill that void I feel like having no dad makes. It’s my fault he doesn’t have one.”

“How much is it how much have you saved up?”

“It was 300 dollars can you imagine that. How can they sleep at night. I’ve made 150 so far in pretty good.”

“Here.” He said handing you a wad of cash and you looked at him.

“Tony no it’s almost Christmas.”

“I’m a billionaire take the money and get it for him.”

You looked at him and silently thanked him.

You ordered the set that night and it came fairly fast. You surprised him with it and he was so happy. He asked you if you wanted to build it with him and it made you remember when Ned asked Tony and you to help build his Death Star. This time you said yes s and helped your son build the set.

He looked at it with so much adoration in his face.

———

“Mommy mommy come here look what uncle Tony left.”

You rushed into the living room after your son and looked at the Christmas tree where their laid so much home stuff. Stuff like towel holders and crap that you had in your list for so long but weren’t nessesities. You looked over at Ben who was staring adoringly at a full set if star wars and Harry Potter action figures.

“Tony you just gave me 150 dollars I told you not to get us anything.” You said over the phone.

“Y/n I’m a billionaire for the 1 millionth time. I’m pretty sure Morgan even has a pony. Think of it like I’m spoiling my grandkid or something. As much as I don’t like the thought of being old your like my kid as well. Let me spoil the boy.”

“Ok but no more Tony.”

———

Tony invited you over a couple days later to an after Christmas party and you almost didn’t go. The thought of Peter being there scared you but there was no way he would know.

Ben brought a small lego set his friend got him for Christmas so he could build it to avoid communication. He would rather sit in the corner building Star Wars legos than talk to people. Like his dad.

You got there and Tony immeadierkh pushed a drink into your hand and led Ben to a counter he could build on.

“You know I spoil that kid so much but he’s just so greatful.” Tony told Peter and Peter nodded. Some thing was familiar about that kid.

“You know he plays with everything he owns. He has y/n set timers. He plays with his Legos for an hour and then plays with his action figures for an hour.”

Peter eventually made his way to the back of the room where Ben sat building his set.

“You want to help?” Ben asked.

“I don’t need to but if you want me too I’ll gladly help.”

“I don’t need help but you don’t seem very happy. My mom could use a break she always try’s her best but since dads not here she does extra. She doesn’t know that I don’t care as long as I have her.” Ben said tripping over some of the words on the way but he got it out.

You looked over at Ben and saw him and Peter building the set and you almost broke down right then and there. What did you do?

———

You out bens jacket on him and handed him his lego set carefully as not to break it.

“Y/n?” Peter asked.

“Ben go with uncle Tony he’ll help you into the car while I talk to Peter.” Ben nodded and left.

“Long time no talk it’s been like 6 years.” He sighed.

“Wel I’ve been busy.” You said looking back at where Ben used to stand.

“He says his dads not around.”

“He’s not.”

“Why is that?”

“One night thing I didn’t tell him.” You said and began to walk away.

“I loved you.” He blurted jut and you turned back around.

“What?”

“I loved you and I just thought I should tell you now because I didn’t say it six years ago before you left my room and never came back.”

“You love me? Or Loved me?”

“I love you I’m sorry.”

“You didnt think to tell me this Peter. You didn’t think to tell me this at all?! Before I slept with you and got knocked up. Before I decided you weren’t going to be a part of his life. Before I felt like there was always going to be a void in his life where his own dad wasn’t there.”

“What.”

You sighed your whole plan was ruined.

“It’s not that hard to tell. What 5 year old is that much of a nerd and can build legos at age 5. His fingers are like toothpicks.”

“He’s mine?”

“Yea.. I’m sorry. If it helps I named him after-“

“Uncle Ben.” He smiled sadly.

“Ben Parker. That’s his name.” You smiled a watery smile.

“Do you-“

“Love you still. Yes I always will.”

“Please let me be in his life. I didn’t have my own parents most of my life let me be better.”

You nodded and you walked into his arms feeling them close tightly around you.

“I told Ben he could have a sleepover.” Tony said from the doorway his head hung low and you laughed.

You told Ben about Peter the best you could and he just smiled and looked at Peter.

“Have you seen Star Wars?”

“A million times.”

Ben got up and ran into peters arms and you cursed you’re self for not telling him years earlier.

#pregnancy #marvel #the avengers #peter parker #tony stark #spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker x pregnant!reader #ben parker #aunt may

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foxymoxynoona · 2 years

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Round 6 — KIM TAEHYUNG

1. All I Want For Christmas is You by @ladyartemesia

“When Park Jimin is unable to escort his precious sister through the gauntlet of corporate holiday galas, he blackmails his best friend Taehyung into being her chaperone. After all, who better to safeguard his headstrong sibling than a man who would never want her for himself? (She and Tae have spent the better part of a decade mutually disliking each other, and that’s putting it mildly.) Yet, even the best laid plans may go awry at Christmas and Kim Taehyung is about to discover that the girl he never wanted has become a temptation he cannot resist…”

The DIALOGUE???? Enough said. Go. Go read it NOW.

2. Kittenfishing by @bonvoyagenoona

“You’ve kept detailed notes. Kim Taehyung moved next door about six months ago. He picks up the mail at night. He likely works in the north part of town because he walks to the blue line station in the morning. He takes his trash out on Mondays and Thursdays. His receipts show that he’s stopped buying bananas from the nearest grocery store because the ones a block farther up the street are 40 cents cheaper. And because he’s just popped up on your dating app, you’ve also learned that he’s a Capricorn, has a pet dog named Tannie, and he loves visiting his family’s farm. Also, he is very hot, and very single, though you knew that first part already just by bumping into him in the hall. You are not regimented about your schedule, or mindful about money, or into families, or hot. But you’re smart. And, like you’ve said, you’ve kept detailed notes. With some luck, and your best friend and tech extraordinaire Yoongi’s help, you will become Kim Taehyung’s perfect girl. And you will catch him.”

… Yeah. She sounds a LOT, doesn’t she? And it’s about to get worse. But one thing about me: I love redemption arcs done right. And who knows better than you about those, right, Miss Foxy? 😉 Also, this fic made me question a lot of things about the online dating culture these days… because who DOESN’T kittenfish nowadays? And now you’re curious as to what ‘kittenfish’ means. Do not fear; for you will definitely find the answer once you read this fic!

3. Destructive Interference by @vyduan

“You do not remember a time before Taehyung Kim — only the after. The afters, if you are being precise. If only the afters were not so akin to little deaths; perhaps you would not have minded so much. Alas, such knowledge is a posteriori. What is the use of regret on hardwon facts such as these? It is too late. There is no time before Taehyung Kim for you; he just is. A priori. Is there a time before your parents or your brother? They are and thus have always. There is not enough time. There is never enough time.”

Angst with a happy ending. Anotha one!!! Seriously I remember skipping dinner just to finish this fic because I couldn’t be bothered to unglue my eyes from this fic lmaaooo

4. Strands by @xjoonchildx

“Taehyung can’t figure out how he got separated from his men, or how he ended up stranded in these woods – hurt. The only thing he knows is that he has no choice but to rely on the beautiful, secretive stranger who’s found him.”

In the mood to be SPOOKED? Here you go! And you’re welcome!

Round 6 — KIM TAEHYUNG

Did you all think anon was done? They're not! Here are more!! Taehyung's turn!

#fic recs #asks #anonymous

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readyplayerhobi · 4 years

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Flower | 39

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 4.6k

; Warnings: Drinking, mentions of pain

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: Much faster this time, huh? For only the second time in the story...enjoy Hoseok’s POV! I hope you enjoy it and please reblog if you do so others can read <3 let me know your thoughts in a comment or ask! :D

; Flower Masterpost

“Everyone, take a shot,” Jimin says loudly, thrusting the tray holding a dozen or so filled shot glasses around the table. “Good, good. Now, let’s drink to Hoseok defying all our expectations and getting married!”

The younger man is already half-drunk, never being one to go slow or take it easy when there’s plenty of alcohol around. Hoseok isn’t particularly surprised, not when the group had already visited three bars by this point. It was his bachelor party tonight, only two weeks before his wedding and his friends were determined to give him a good time.

He’d been adamant that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with any strippers or anything that could be accidentally misconstrued. The last thing he needed was you thinking he’d cheated only weeks before the big day. Plus, he just wasn’t into that anymore.

Instead, he’d asked Jungkook to try and plan something that would avoid stuff like that. Hoseok just wanted to have a good time with his friends, not potentially cause a scandal. Thankfully, his best man had agreed happily and had instead planned the night to be a series of bar hops around the city. The day had involved everyone driving an hour to a place that let them drive quad bikes, do archery, have some paintball matches and loads more.

He was hurting from the paintballs, particularly the awful gauntlet they’d made him run at the end in which everyone had formed a tunnel for him to run through while shooting the shit out of his ass, but he’d enjoyed every minute of it. Now, he was just comfortably buzzed while some of his friends were well on their way to drunk.

Namjoon, who was currently suffering from his toddler’s inability to let him sleep past 5 am lately, looked half asleep across the table from him. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, jaw slightly dropped as he tried to focus on the glass in front of him. Jungkook had placed it there about ten minutes ago, full of water.

All of the guys were here today, having made sure to block out the time to celebrate with him and he felt a little shy at all the attention surprisingly. You didn’t have any other male friends, which meant his friends were all he had in his groom’s party. Six groomsmen for him and five bridesmaids for you.

You’d had to diplomatically pick between Chungha and Soyeon for your maid-of-honour, ending up with Chungha being chosen. Hoseok was forever amazed at how strong the friendship was between you all. Decades of media had taught Hoseok was women saw each other as rivals in everything and he’d been beyond worried about the fact you had to pick between your two best friends.

Reality had been a good slap in the face though, and he’d learnt over the four years of being with you that he should firmly ignore everything the media said. Your best friends had been gracious with each other, both trying to encourage the other to take on the role before Soyeon had given Chungha her full support. It amazed him but also made him happy that you had such a good friendship with them both.

The final space in your bridesmaid lineup wasn’t filled, and Yoongi was going to be walking alone at the end. You’d kept the space free to symbolise his sister, letting her be a part of the ceremony even if she couldn’t be there physically.

That had gotten him a little choked up when you’d told him your plans, but it had made his parents cry when he’d, in turn, told them. Any lingering concern that his parents might not actually like you had vanished then. Your sweet insistence of making sure she was a part of the day and not forgotten cementing your place in his family.

He’s brought back into the moment by Jungkook slapping his back hard, causing him to wince and almost spill the entire shot out of the glass. Glaring at him, Hoseok pushes him back before swallowing what was left of the shot. It makes him cringe, the taste of the straight vodka, not his favourite.

“Man,” Jimin sighs, flopping back into his seat before running his fingers through his hair. “Can you believe it? Jung Hoseok. Getting married. If you’d have said that in college, I would’ve laughed hysterically at the thought. The only thing I thought you’d marry was your dick into any available pussy.”

His words make Hoseok’s nose wrinkle, even if he couldn’t deny what he’d said. It was still amazing even to him that he’d finally found someone that he genuinely loved and who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. For his friends, it was probably even more fascinating. Yet here he was.

Loving every moment of it.

“You know, I’d have thought after four years that you all would have come to terms with this. It’s not exactly a surprise anymore.” Hoseok was pleased that he hadn’t drunk enough to have his words be slurred. The last time he’d been truly wasted had been when he’d decided to introduce you to the lovely male concept of a dickcopter. Not his best moment.

Perhaps one of his funniest though.

“We have come to terms with it. Still a surprise though.” This comes from Namjoon, causing Hoseok to give him a betrayed expression. Of all his friends, he’d have thought that Namjoon would’ve been the one who understood how his life had changed upon meeting you. While Jimin had married Eden since Hoseok had met you, everyone had known that Jimin was one of those guys who wanted to have a loving, monogamous relationship.

He was the one in their group that had fantasised about marriage even in college. Meeting Eden had been the icing on his cake, even if neither of them was too sure whether they wanted kids or not.

But Namjoon had been much like Hoseok during the first years of college. Something which had certainly surprised you when you’d found out. Despite how diligent he’d been at his studies, Namjoon had discovered that he was attractive to women. Combined with the help of his friends to make sure he presented himself to highlight all his best points, such as his tall and broad physique which only looked better with a few workouts or how glasses seemed to make the girls swoon, he’d been in his element.

And then he’d met Amelia in his final year, falling hard and defying everyone’s expectations. There had been many heartbroken women, and men, around campus upon finding out that Kim Namjoon had finally succumbed to love.

They’d consoled themselves in Hoseok’s bed instead, for years afterwards as well.

Images of all the girls he’d entertained throughout his life ran through his mind like lightning. Girls of all skin colours, heights and backgrounds had graced his bed, or him theirs. All of them beautiful and worthy of a fun night, or at least ten minutes of his time.

He’d used to be one of those guys who was proud of his sexual prowess, safe in the knowledge that he could probably get any woman he wanted with some effort. It made him cringe now. Hoseok had never been one of those asshole guys who’d bragged and boasted about his body count, but he’d not exactly been subtle either.

Throughout those years, he’d been adamant that he didn’t want a proper relationship. Hoseok had been more than fine with one-night-stands and short-term relationships that were probably better as being categorised as friends-with-benefits. He hadn’t thought he could monogamy. The thought of reducing himself to one woman and denying all the delights that life had to give him was dissatisfying.

The Hoseok from back then was a fucking idiot, he thought now. A self-centred, dick-centric idiot. The very idea of what he’d been was embarrassing to him now, making him more than thankful that you’d never met him back then. You’d deserved way better than whatever he’d had to offer.

Hoseok knew that he couldn’t go back in time to change things. But he also knew that if he was given the chance, he probably wouldn’t either. Because as humiliating as his old self had been, he knew that it had formed the person he was today. And if he’d been open to a serious relationship for all those years, then he probably wouldn’t have met you.

So, yeah, he wasn’t proud of his past. But he wouldn’t change it. Not when he knew that he’d finally grown up in time to find you. You’d shown him that relationships weren’t something to roll his eyes at or be afraid of, that love was something he was deserving of and was also capable of giving.

And here he was now, frowning at the glass in front of him on the table and being a sappy idiot. The way he kept drifting away from conversations made him wonder if he was a little more than buzzed, but he found that he didn’t care. He was enjoying himself, even if he kept having these more serious thoughts.

It was a good job none of the guys could hear his thoughts now. They already gave him enough grief for going googly-eyed over you, as they called it.

Shifting back into the conversation, he realises that everyone is now talking about who they think will be next to get engaged. Hoseok is a little surprised at how quickly the topic had moved on, but given his friends, he’s also wondering how long it’ll take until it changes once more to how many farts a human can hold or something dumb.

Still, it’s his bachelor party and he feels the need to get involved. So he throws an arm over Jungkook and gives him a smirk, raising his brows in expectation.

“I bet our little Jungkookie here is going to be next. Got any plans on popping the question to Soyeon?” He grins broadly, taking in Jungkook’s expression with pure amusement. The younger man looks remarkably like a deer caught in headlights with his expressive eyes wide and sparkling with their usual youthful exuberance alongside more than a little alcohol.

“I-er,” He stutters, his cheeks turning a rosy pink even in the lowlight of the bar that makes everyone snort with laughter. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Bullshit!” Jimin’s small fist slams down on the table hard, causing the multitude of glasses to shudder and some of them to clink together. It also causes most of the guys around to almost clawing the ceiling with how hard they all jump. Eyes squinting at Jungkook, Jimin points one finger at him in an accusatory manner that seems a little out of proportion for the question.

“You’ve been together...a while now,” Hoseok’s shoulders jerk as he tries to hold in the snort at Jimin’s lack of numeracy skills suddenly. “There’s no way you haven’t thought of it. Women think we don’t think about that kinda shit but we do! And you’re the biggest fucking romantic on the table, Jeon Jungkook!”

His words are more than a little forceful and Hoseok has to bite his lip to stop from laughing, particularly when he glances at Jungkook’s shellshocked face. Alongside those impossibly large and wide eyes, his jaw has now dropped open and he’s staring at his friend in disbelief. Taehyung has an equally surprised look but Yoongi is nodding along in agreement, nursing his glass of whiskey that he’s had for at least half-an-hour now.

“He’s right, you are. I mean...you cried at Hercules when Meg died, remember?” Everyone goes quiet as they try to recall the incident from long ago. Even Hoseok is trying to remember it, his head tilted before giving up. There have been so many incidents of Jungkook crying at films that the Hercules one doesn’t even leave a mark.

“Sorry I have emotions, unlike you lot.” Jungkook is pouting now, crossing his arms over his chest. On another man, it’d probably look a little intimidating given the way his biceps bulged in the black dress shirt he’d put on or the way the buttons strained a little from his shoulders and chest. But Jungkook’s face negates that with his lower lip pushed out almost comically and his cheeks full.

Hoseok can’t help but reach over and cup them, squishing them until everyone laughs at the sight and making cooing noises to him. It’s with resignation that Jungkook lets him, his deep sigh brushing past Hoseok’s fingers while his shoulders slump.

Almost immediately, Hoseok is reminded of how you call Jungkook the baby of his friendship group. It’s with a grin that he realises it’s true. He’s their baby, despite the fact he’s bigger than most of them all and can probably kill them just by squeezing their head between his arms.

“Girls dig that. Soyeon likes it, right?” Taehyung comments, brow rising from where he was sitting. His arm was resting on the back of the seat, body looking long and lean with his legs spread. He hadn’t been lucky enough to be in the booth itself and had had to grab a chair from another table.

There’d been more than a few hungry looks given to him from other patrons in the bar but Taehyung had remained oblivious, his long black hair ruffled from the day's activities and tiredness on his face. Although part of his obliviousness may also be because he was both asexual and aromantic, so it may be more than he’s purposefully not paying attention to it.

“Let’s not generalise women,” Seokjin interrupted, reaching out to gesture wildly with his bottle of Asahi beer. “It’s rude and they get angry when people do that.”

Everyone pauses to look at him with eyebrows raised, wondering where that came from. But no one questioned it, instead shrugging or nodding in acknowledgement to avoid him going on a rant. Not that there was anyone who didn’t agree, but the last thing Hoseok wanted was to listen to a bunch of drunk guys debate that.

“Anyway, I think she finds it more amusing. Like...sweet but...mostly funny. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Soyeon cry at a film yet. Maybe I just haven’t found the right film or genre yet.” Jungkook has a thoughtful look on his face, his gaze distant and Hoseok realises that he’s probably too tipsy for this kind of conversation.

From personal experience with Jungkook, Hoseok did not doubt that he would spend far too long having internal conversations, arguments and debates without even realising other people were talking to him. If anyone thought Jungkook was introverted normally then they hadn’t seen anything until he was drunk.

“Keep looking,” Hoseok says cheerfully, taking another shot and trying to clean his tongue with his teeth to remove the flavour. “You’ll find it eventually. I discovered that Meeps doesn’t cry at most things but she will cry at videos of cats that have been nursed back after being hurt.”

“Well...duh.” That comes from Taehyung, who’s giving Hoseok a serious ‘wtf’ look right now. It makes him feel a little self-conscious and so he grabs one of the random beers on the tables before taking a swig.

“Yeah, who wouldn’t cry at that? What the hell.” Placing a hand on the table, Yoongi looks at them all with a serious expression that could almost sober a person. It causes him to start ranting on about animal rights for the next five minutes, no one feeling brave enough to interrupt him. When Yoongi got going, everyone had long since realised that it was better to just let him get on with it.

By the time he finally stops, sitting back with a triumphant expression on his face before swallowing the last of his whiskey, everyone else has already finished another bottle of beer. Almost like they were trying to get themselves drunk as fast as possible to cope with Yoongi’s insistence that people who hurt animals should receive the same injuries back to them.

While Hoseok agreed, he didn’t quite like hearing about some of the incidents that Yoongi was talking passionately about. It made him think of Kasumi and Ciri, which made his chest hurt.

He was a bit of a baby when it came to his furbabies.

Suddenly though, he’s overwhelmed with the intense desire to go home. To see his dog and stroke his cat and cuddle with you. Blinking slowly, he stares at the bottle before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. The bright light as he unlocks it causes him to squint, trying to avoid being blinded before he realises with a shock that it’s after one in the morning.

His day had started at 10 am when he’d met up with all the guys at Jungkook’s place. They’d then made their way to the place for the day’s activities, having spent until 4 pm there before heading back to Jungkook’s to change into some clean clothes for their drinking time. Soyeon had been amused as she’d watched them all emerge almost like a new man, clean from the quick showers they’d taken and ready to get wasted.

But now he was tired. And holy fuck, he hurt. Hoseok had avoided trying to get up whenever possible. Which meant he fucking needed to piss right now, but moving hurt. His joints ached like fuck from all the activities while his body hurt so bad from the paintballing.

Licking his lips, he finished the last of his beer before sighing deeply. It caught the attention of the others, despite the music and noise. Upon seeing everyone’s gaze on him, he smiles at them.

“Okay guys, this has been a pretty great day. Thank you Jungkook for organising it and thank you to everyone for coming. It means a lot to me. Now, before I get too sappy...I’m going to head home.” He’s already organising for an Uber on his phone, ignoring the outraged noises that start from everyone.

It’s Jimin that’s loudest though, his voice rising in pitch and yet simultaneously getting deeper as his accent gets a little stronger.

“What? It’s not even late! We’ve still got plenty of drinking to do.” Now he’s the one pouting and Hoseok notes in amusement that Seokjin and Namjoon are nodding in agreement. Taehyung doesn’t seem to give two fucks, either way, giving him a lazy shrug before taking a drink of what Hoseok realises is a glass of water while Jungkook remains quiet.

“Guys, it’s one in the morning. I know that I’m flaking out early, but you guys can keep drinking. I’m okay with it, honestly. I just...I’m really tired. A little drunk too, probably not as much as you’d all like but enough for me. Also, I have a bruise on my ass that’s probably the size of Ireland from all the fucking paintballs you fired at me. I hurt.” He whines out the word, wanting to wiggle almost like a child but the pain that shoots up from his asscheek causes him to inhale quickly and still.

“Shit, does it hurt?” The question comes from Jungkook, who’s scanning Hoseok up and down as best he can. It’s not a good attempt given he’s had a little too many drinks and he doesn’t seem to be able to lift his head properly once it’s gone down too far, causing Hoseok to snort.

It doesn’t stop him from giving the younger man a droll stare, which he can only see when Hoseok forcefully lifts his chin back up. “Yes, it fucking does. Why do you think I’ve barely moved all evening?”

“Sorry.” Jungkook’s face is scrunched up and Hoseok knows why he looks so awkward. He’s pretty sure he may as well have Jungkook’s name imprinted on his back in bruises from how many times he’d been hit by him. The guy was far too fucking good at paintball, something Hoseok had regretted agreeing to within five minutes of being in the arena.

“It’s okay. But I’m done for the night. I’m going to go home and sleep so fucking hard. Meeps might think I’ve died in the morning or something.”

“Morbid.” Yoongi chuckles, tipping his new glass of whiskey towards him before grinning.

“Yep. Really glad that I asked for this to be done two weeks before the wedding. I’d have been like an old man if I’d agreed to do it the day before.” The very thought of having to hobble up the aisle made him cringe.

A notification on his phone distracted him though, the Uber app telling him that his ride is here. He feels a surprising amount of relief at being able to go home, the thought of his bed almost like a siren call that was too tantalising to resist.

“And with that, my Uber is here. Thank you for today, really,” Hoseok lets out a yelp of pain as he stands, gingerly holding his ass and causing everyone to simultaneously laugh and look concerned. “I appreciate it. It was fun and I enjoyed it all.”

It takes him another few minutes to finally get out of the bar; hugs being given out repeatedly to the guys while he accepts all their praise and well wishes. The Uber was idling by the side of the road and he wished that he could slump inside but instead, he had to gingerly get in and position himself with the least amount of pain.

To make it even worse, he had to explain to the very sober driver that he wasn’t shitfaced but was actually in pain from the earlier paintballing. That had led to a whole conversation that Hoseok hadn’t anticipated, lasting the whole trip as he’d discussed where they’d gone and the activities they’d done. The guy seemed to be very interested in it and had given him many congratulations when he’d found out that Hoseok was at his bachelor’s party.

It never failed to amuse Hoseok how easily people wish congratulations upon finding out as if they felt obliged. What he didn’t quite appreciate was the guy's remarks about marriage, which were more than a little derogatory. Hoseok didn’t know why anyone would think it was a good idea to disparage marriage to someone who was only weeks away from marriage.

As he was leaving the car, he put on a polite smile and thanked the driver for the trip. Once he was out though, he resolved to not leave a good review. Maybe he sounded a little harsh, but having to listen to how he should ringfence all his finances to avoid them being leeched by his soon-to-be wife for whenever she inevitably cheated or left him had been more than he could handle.

If Hoseok hadn’t been tired before, he sure was now.

Opening the front door, he kicks off his shoes with a heavy sigh before heading into the living room in darkness. Ciri is in her cage, fast asleep until Hoseok unlatches the door and calls her out. She’s slow to react, her little body tired until he opens up the backdoor and lets her out. He figures that you can both have a nice lie in if he lets Ciri out now.

Closing the door once she’s out, he heads into the bathroom and brushes his teeth while peeing before washing his wash. He gets to see how badly bruised he is in the mirror for the first time and winces at the sight of the already black and blue flesh, knowing he’s going to be in even more pain tomorrow.

Sighing, he towel dries his face before heading out and letting Ciri back in. He’d love to have a little cuddle with her but he’s too tired, so he just puts a treat into her cage to coax her back in before giving her an attentive stroke and locking it. She’s too busy eating her chew eagerly to notice him.

Heading to the bedroom, he pulls off his clothes in the dark before fumbling around to find his pyjamas. He’d go to bed in just his boxers but he wants to try and give a little bit of coverage to his poor body for tonight. Which is why he doesn’t even know if he’s put them on the right way around or not. Hoseok doesn’t even care, he already feels asleep.

There’s a little light when he gets over to the bed from your clock, the numbers glowing brightly in the night and highlighting your face as you sleep. Kasumi is curled up against your stomach on top of the covers, her eyes blinking slowly at Hoseok as he leans over to give her a stroke as well. She gives a quiet chirp of appreciation and he smiles softly at how her body vibrates as she purrs, her paws flexing and closing as she pads at your covered thigh.

And through it all, you don’t even stir. Your breathing is slow and steady while your body is completely relaxed, unaware he’s even arrived home. Hoseok doesn’t even realise he’s smiling until he lets out a soft laugh, knowing that you probably won’t wake up at all. Once you’ve fallen asleep then you’re truly out like a light until the early hours of the morning so he has no fear of waking you up.

Carefully, he climbs into bed and throws the cover over himself with a quiet groan as his limbs feel so heavy. He can’t even remember the last time he hurt this badly. It takes way more effort than he’d like to admit to not wake you up and have you coddle him. Mainly because you’re grumpy when you’ve been woken up.

What he does do though, is shift onto his side that doesn’t have the most bruises before carefully shuffling closer to you. A soft mewl of pain leaves him as he does so but he doubts he could get in any position without some level of discomfort right now. So he’ll be damned if he denies himself some comfort in cuddling your sleeping form.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he moulds himself to your back as gently as he can before letting out the deepest sigh he’s done in a while. His whole body relaxes, causing him to almost whimper as the pain he hadn’t realised he had is exacerbated by his now lax muscles. Fuck, that’s the last time he paintballs with Jungkook.

Pressing his nose to your back, he inhales deeply. You haven’t even moved, despite all the jostling he’s done behind you and there’s no change to your breathing. Taking in the comforting scent of you, he recalls his earlier thought process about his past. Feeling you solid and warm in his arms provides him with a sense of peace that he’s never found with anyone else, causing him to feel content despite his discomfort.

Yeah, he wouldn’t change a thing if it meant he ended up with you. And he doesn’t care how cheesy it sounds. In only two weeks, he’d be marrying you. He was allowed to be as sappy as he wanted, whether it was internally or externally.

You deserved to be praised and shouted about and goddammit, Jung Hoseok was going to worship you.

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mystacoceti · 2 years

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no offense to people who have success but using dating apps feels like running the gauntlet

#although I did find a heritage japanese speaker with language teaching experience offering japanese lessons so like #can't take that one victory away I guess

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shes-an-oddbird · 4 years

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Time or Quake

Daniel tries to determine what are normal behaviors of this time versus what are Daisy's own unique odd habits.

Dousy Week - Day 6 Prompts - Time & Quake

Daniel Sousa was in fact fazed by everything but to be fair he thought he was handling the transition to the 21st century as well as could be expected. Better even to some extent. It helps greatly that Daisy is more than happy to teach him all about it, especially if it involved laughing at him along the way. At some point, after he begins to recognize habits and behaviors that are considered normal for the time, he starts to notice odd things about Daisy herself. He doesn’t worry over most of them but sometimes he finds himself unable to not ask if it’s a time-thing or a Daisy-thing.

He has to have a cell phone and he has to know how to use it. This Daisy insists upon. In case of an emergency she wants to be able to reach him and wants him to be able to reach her or another member of the team. It will also help him blend in. Teaching him to use it actually hadn’t been that difficult. He likes to think that he picked up on the tech quickly enough. It was the smaller irrelevant things that confused him.

“Apps?”

“They’re mostly time wasters.”

Not his favorite. He didn’t care much for wasting his own time.

Books though? A library’s worth in his phone? Fantastic. He’ll admit he still likes the feel of old paperback books best, but the convenience was unbeatable.

On that same note, he also still preferred talking to people on the phone versus the short exchanges of text messages. The endless abbreviations, the lack of replies, the incessant beeping from group messages. He didn’t mind so much the ones from Daisy. They usually consisted of checking up on him when they were apart, links to articles she thought he might like and reminders. Specifically, those reminders were for him to remind her to show him some movie or book or tv show. Those were his favorite.

But it was at the end of many of her messages that he first noticed something odd and unique to her texts and one day he finally asks her about it.

“Daisy?”

“Hmm?”

“Why is this at the end of so many of your messages?”

“Why is what?” She leans over his shoulder and he points to the odd little colon and parentheses at the end of her most recent message. He hears her try to stifle a laugh and looks up at her. She’s grinning down at him, her shoulders shaking gently.

“What?”

“Okay, here,” she takes the phone and turns it in his hand so that it sideways. He thinks maybe the screen will rotate like it does when she shows him pictures, but it doesn’t. “Do you see it now?”

He does not.

“What am I supposed to be seeing?”

She doesn’t answer just continues to smile at him. He looks back at the screen and then back at her until it hits him. “It looks like a smile.”

“There you go.”

“But why?”

“Because I was smiling when I wrote the message and honestly you’re not ready for emojis.”

“Emojis?”

She taps a button on the screen and up pops hundreds of yellow circles with faces on them. Most of them are smiling but some he supposes looks angry or sad or even confused. “You’re right, I’m not ready.”

He mentally marks the symbol down as a time related oddity, even if its already a dated one.

He notices one day while holding her hand that she has her shirt sleeve tugged down over her palm. He writes it off as her hands being cold and doesn’t think much of it until it until it happens again on a warmer day. Out of curiosity he tugs her hand up to look at it and notices her shirt is actually made with a little hole to slide her thumb through.

“What’s up?” Daisy asks. He does this often, stopping dead in his tracks to inspect something that is new or unusual.

“Why, is this like a fashionable thing?” It must be if they make the shirts that way.

“I wouldn’t say that necessarily, I think it’s just comfortable for some people.”

“People with perpetually cold hands?”

“Maybe, among other reasons,” she looks down at the hand he doesn’t have grasped in his own, “I like how familiar it feels, it reminds me of my gauntlets.”

Well that made a lot of sense. Her gauntlets protected her arms so there was a level of safety and comfort in having her palms covered.

So not just a Daisy thing but with a very Daisy specific reason.

Daniel hears a frustrated shout from the other room and its not the first one. For at least the last half hour it sounded like Daisy was arguing with someone but as best he can tell its only a one-sided conversation. When he hears a loud thump he decides he better check on her. He pokes his head into their room just as she mutters another irritated sentence. “Why are you so useless?”

He knocks on the door frame.

“Hmm?” She answers without moving her eyes off the screen.

“Were you just talking to the computer?”

“Yes.”

“Are you on one of those video calls?”

“What?” Daisy finally looks up at him. “Oh no, I was, it was just being uncooperative.”

It? The computer? “So you yelled at it?”

“Yes.”

“It’s an inanimate object.”

“So?” She asks.

He almost doesn’t ask. “Does it understand you?”

The next thing he knows is a pillow is being hurled in his direction. “Don’t tease me, the damn thing is pissing me off, I’m supposed to have this done for Mack by the end of the day.”

He holds his hands up in defense. “I promise that was a genuine question.”

She sighs heavily and falls back against the remaining pillows on the bed. “No, it does not understand me, god help me if it does, I’ve called it some pretty awful things.”

“I heard.”

She sits up and looks at him as though something has just occurred to her. “Wait, have you never yelled at an inanimate object before?”

“Yelled at? Yes, but I’ve never had a whole conversation with one.”

He marks this one down as a normal behavior of the time and dodges another pillow that comes his way.

He thinks her most unusual habit may be the odd places she sits.

She sits on the floor a lot. Which he doesn’t think is all that odd, it’s just not something he’d voluntarily do himself. But sometimes he returns to their tiny, shared apartment and finds her comfortably situated anywhere but in a chair. She sits on the back of the couch, on the counter in the kitchen, on the stepstool she used to reach things.

When they’re on base she sits on desks or on crates and on the rare occasion he finds her in a chair its almost always sideways or backwards or with her legs and feet pulled up underneath her.

“Do you have something against chairs?” He asks when he finds her sitting on a crate instead of doing inventory on the zephyr.

She looks at him funny. “No, why?”

“You just never seem to use them?” He gestures to the boxes beneath her.

“I didn’t even realize.” She replied honestly. “Maybe its a subconscious rebellion, the nuns tried to instill us with good posture or maybe just habit, I didn’t exactly have proper seating in my van.” She pauses. “Is it weird? Now that you bring it up, I feel kind of like a child.”

“I don’t know if it’s weird,” he laughs and steps up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she drapes hers over his shoulders, “you’re the one who’s supposed to be teaching me what’s normal.”

She considers this. “Unclear.” She tells him.

Unclear.

There is one thing that he knows is distinctly Daisy even from the very first time it happens.

She’s been gone for nearly two weeks. Sent with Elena’s team on a mission involving a whole family of inhumans who were being threatened. Definitely their area of expertise. He spent a much quieter week at the academy, assisting Coulson as he prepared to take on a semester of SHIELD history classes. The pair had joined May for lunch when the text messages started coming in.

We’ve landed!!!!

Are you still at the academy?? I’ll meet you there

Where are you both the classrooms are empty

He considers calling her but she’s taken to answering the phone in mocking tones when he does that instead of just writing back to her. Stopped for lunch, we’re on our way back to May’s classroom

:) :) :)

He rolls his eyes and stuffs the phone back in his pocket. They’re only just around the corner from the classroom. May has a lecture in a few minutes and the halls are filled with cadets moving around in a rush to get to where they need to be.

“Finally!” Daisy jumps up from her spot of the floor and starts to sprint towards them, dodging the students who didn’t get out of the way fast enough. She slams into him and they stumble backwards a couple of steps.

“Hey I missed y – “

She cuts him off, dragging his lips down to meet hers. He knows she’s had a long couple of weeks so he tries to pour as much love and comfort into the kiss as possible, pulling her as close to him as he can.

A shudder runs through them and they break apart. Daisy looks up at him wide eyed and cheeks reddening. People have stopped and are staring at them startled and he realizes that it wasn’t a shudder than separated them but a quake.

“I’m sorry, I just really missed you too.”

A Daisy thing. Definitely a Daisy thing.

#dousy #aos fic #dousyweek #so much fluff #so much unedited fluff #i'm so sorry

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