complicated at best


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1980 has been a lousy year for the entire gang, particularly Hyde and Jackie. When a beloved cultural icon dies, the two take an impulsive trip to New York, together. While there, they remember old impressions of one another, and discover new things about

Every Life has a Moment 3/5 ~Olicity Fic

So here’s 3/5 and this time a lot of heavy emotions come out to play so yes I might be warning you to have a tissue handy. 

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“Past Issues”

Last time in Chapter two….

1 Year Later…

“You’re not asking me to marry you?” she squeaked from the floor of their shared home.

Oliver fell to his knees and wept openly, “Yeah baby I am…”

She gazed at him with tear filled eyes, “You wouldn’t be if I wasn’t pregnant…”

Oliver shook his head ruefully then placed the ring box on the ground between them, “When will you believe you mean everything to me?”

She sputtered as her palm flew to her stomach, “When I believe that you only loved me…”

Twelve hours before…

She heard his knuckles lightly rapping on the bathroom door while her forehead lay resting over the edge of the toilet seat. She grumbled in misery, “I’m okay baby it’s just my stomach again…” 

She heard his forehead inching down the door panes as he sighed gently, “Honey please just cancel the lunch. It’s just mom, and the social chair for the committee that they both want you to organize…” 

Felicity’s insides churned violently as the acid from her stomach coursed through her throat, she felt the burn before the stinging acid bit along her tongue moments before it came falling past her pale lips. Her body quivered as her stomach’s contents came up forcefully through her slight form. Oliver pleaded gingerly, “Felicity please just cancel the lunch, I’ll come home and we’ll go see Dr. Franklin.” 

“No…” she winced as the bile lingered in her raw throat. “You have the board member meeting today…” 

“So you’re more important than that!” he protested sharply. 

She let her body shudder in agony before her forehead once again fell over the seats rim. “I love you for that baby I do but I’ll just have mom take me okay?” she whined weakly as her stomach once again began to burn. 

She heard his gruff, “I’d rather be with you,” through the closed, thin door. She smiled slightly and called out, “I’d rather be with you too…” 

She could hear his smile when he quickly replied, “I’ll call you around 2 for an update baby…” 

“I’ll make sure the phones not on vibrate,” she replied before she heard his footsteps along their homes grey laminate floors. 

“I love you,” he called out quickly before he knew she’d no longer be in earshot. 

She screamed back, “I love you too,” before she let herself fall backwards into the comforting embrace of the cool, bathroom tiles. Her body’s tensed muscles eased the moment her spine felt the cold air from the ceiling vents brushing over her heated skin. She placed her hands over her stomach and growled towards the offending body part, “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

Her stomach burped and gurgled but did nothing more in reply. She scoffed emptily and crossed her legs while her back remained on the floor. She heard the drip from the bathroom sink, she heard her downstairs neighbor’s blaring stereo system through the floors, and she even felt the vibration from the loud beat as she wondered aloud, “Could this be more than the flu?” 

She gave herself a mental quiz…which ended up being her wondering aloud to the bathroom walls. “Okay so when did we have unprotected sex?” she first thought as the music below her back continued to beat pleasantly along her elongated spine. Her first thought of course was the shower but that was more than six weeks ago and she’d only been feeling unwell for the past three days. She clicked her tongue along her lower teeth and drew a calendar along her stomach. Her cycle tended to be a bit irregular so she normally never really thought about when it started she just always knew that it did. 

She laughed to herself when she recalled the last time she’d felt like this…

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So like…where’s the Wee Doctor AU where adult Tsuna is Retconned into his 9 y/o self and 13 y/o timeline, and as the pressure is put onto Iemitsu to tag out of the CEDEF Tsuna starts hoarding assets and interfering regularly. Where’s the AU where he makes himself at home at Working Mother Nana’s house and befriends a bunch of middle schoolers, the AU where Fuuta can’t rank Tsuna and Byakuran feels violently uneasy at all times.

Where’s the AU where Tsuna’s hyper intuition is amped up to the point where it’s slowly driving him mad, where the mysterious X sends letters to Reborn, tempting the only man with intuition as strong as the Vongola bloodline’s, but nowhere near close enough to match the twisted omniscience Tsuna’s mind has become. Where’s the AU where Xanxus vies for the attention of this unknown alternate heir, alternating between enchanted and bloodthirsty, in competition with Reborn. (He’s called X. It’s destiny)

Where’s the AU where Tsuna and Reborn relate their struggles with their mismatched bodies and overworked minds. Where’s the AU where the strongest seven were literally erased from history. Where’s the AU where they conspire to destroy the Retcon Macguffin all while Xanxus thinks having X’s attention makes him Special. Where’s the damn AU where Tsuna breaks daemon spade’s fucking wrist with nothing more than steel grip and paternal fury

To All Long Distance Relationship Couples

I know being in a long distance relationship is not easy
and sometimes things may seem complicated,
and just gets the best out of us that we feel like giving up,
but it’s just a test of patience and endurance.
Don’t give up! Hold on! Have faith!
Remember, if others can, then you guys can also make it.


“I feel bad for this Clockmaker I met once…You see, everyone thinks he’s me? And obviously, he’s not. I think he’s probably a good person. And, well. I most certainly am not.” –Ashmore “Ash” Takashi 

“I can’t fight! I’m a Clockmaker! And not a very good one! The one clock I’m known for doesn’t even tick right! What good is a clock that doesn’t tick!”– Kenji “Taka” Takashi. 

The first of many Book on Fire Art Project illustrations! Starting off with @ofpaintedflowers breathtaking take on Ashmore (left) and Taka (Right). There’s so much of their characters into these pictures, it’s amazing! 

Ash is an (ex) assassin, who broke away after being accused of a murder he didn’t actually commit. He’s on the run, trying to find a safe place to be for him and his boyfriend, Ryn. He’s also trying to come to terms with the fact that his actions have never been justified, and that maybe, just maybe, everything he’s done so far is wrong. He, like Taka, is a fire elemental, and he uses chackra and fire as his main weapons. 

Taka is the (as far as he’s aware) only survivor of the destruction of Siazia, a once-great school so prosperous that it was almost its own country. He is the holder of a mysterious artifact called the “Chaos Watch,” which only seems to work right before disaster hits. He has no weapon proficiency and it’s rumored that his fire is unable to burn people. Despite all that he’s been through, he tries his best to see the best in people. He’s also, technically, the main character of the novel. 

They’re not twins. It’s something much worse than that. 

  • Sakuya: Good question, Mahiru.
  • Mahiru: [to Kuro] How come you don't point out when I ask good questions?
  • Kuro: ..I don't love you like he does.
  • Sakuya: Told you.
Disposable pt 10

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

“It isn’t broken, just… apart.” Yoongi muttered, looking at the floor. The two of you had slept on the broken bed the previous night, it was the frame that had come apart, the bed still functioned relatively well.

Yoongi had taken it upon himself to build a wall of pillows between the two of you, but when you woke up that morning you found his nose nuzzled into your neck and his arm draped over you. You bit back a smile and carefully removed yourself from his grasp, dressing and making your way downstairs before he even woke up. You knew it meant nothing, that it was just a quirky sleeping habit of his that had nothing to do with you, but the warmth of him sleeping next to you was so nice.

You had hoped some coffee would wake you up enough to remind you that you couldn’t afford to get any more attached to Yoongi than you already were, but it didn’t help as much as you wanted.

You should be mad at him– you had every right to be– but all you could think was how hilarious his horrified face was when he realized what he had done the previous night. It was out of character for him to act so childish, and the fact that Hoseok and Jungkook had heard what happened seemed to have reminded him of that.

Namjoon gave you a look over his coffee mug that said “I’m not going to bring it up if you don’t” when you found him in the sun room, and you were grateful that at least you were spared that conversation.

Yoongi had joined the two of you about a half hour later, muttering a quick “sorry” before telling you that the bed wasn’t actually as broken as you thought.

An embarrassed Yoongi was something you were fairly sure you had never seen, and you almost felt bad for him– but not quite.

“So can you fix it?” You asked him. He had his arm around your shoulders, and you rested your head against him. 

“I think so, with the right tools…” He answered, running his hand absently down your arm. Looking like a couple was getting easier with each passing minute; you knew you needed to distance yourself, and fast. There was a part of you that kept wondering what it would be like to actually be in love with him, and worse, how nice it would be if he was in love with you. 

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Disposable pt 4

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Part 1, 2, 3, 5

Everything was fine. Or, that’s what you kept telling yourself. Namjoon had been more than a little bit surprised to hear that the guy you were in such a “serious and loving” relationship with was none other than his star employee (his words, not yours). You told him that once you learned where Yoongi worked, you had decided to keep it to yourself so if things didn’t work out it wouldn’t be more complicated than it had to be.

Jungkook had sent the picture to Namjoon not long after, and you were glad that at least you had a chance to think about things before Namjoon was bombarding you with more questions. You had run away from all of them, telling him that you had better things to do (as it turned out, “better things” was eating ice cream and asking yourself why Yoongi of all people).

You were just about to give up and leave (maybe you could tell Namjoon that you forgot about lunch) when Yoongi walked in, looking his usual self. He was wearing a tie and blazer, looking just nice enough for the occasion, and just casual enough to appear relaxed.

What really reminded you that this was a terrible idea was the way he kissed you—and what was worse was the way you reacted. You melted into him, just as you always had. And when he pulled away, there was nothing there. No giggly breathlessness, no sorrow, no feeling. Even his words sounded empty as he said “You said to act like I’m in love.”

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does anyone ever consider the impact ozai’s death would have on zuko, and not aang? i’ve read countless metas on the ‘aang killing ozai’ debacle, but what about zuko? less than several months before sozin’s comet, he was desperate to be back in his father’s good graces; zuko truly thought that ozai could restore his honour. he wholeheartedly believed that ozai’s treatment of him was just, fair, and conjucive to creating an ‘honourable’ person.

we know that zuko’s opinion of his father takes a 180, but ozai will always be zuko’s father. why do we expect him to completely bury the inevitable bond he has with his own blood, while we sympathise with the Avatar, who refuses to carry out his duty by defeating this warmongering stranger?

zuko’s opinion on the whole ‘let’s-kill-my-dad’ debate is likely far more layered than we see, but he is selfless enough to understand that the killing of his father will restore peace and balance in the world. still, i rarely see people sympathising with zuko’s lot regarding his father’s hypoethetical death