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What’s Between Us

Summary: Requested by @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics:  For your fluff week, could you please write a Steve x reader fic where the reader breaks her arm or something during a mission so she has to stay in the tower to heal. After a while she gets really bored and glum so Steve takes her out to cheer her up? Maybe by taking her duck feeding or to the zoo or something.

Word Count: 3,254

Warnings: None.

A/N: One of my favorites ever. I hope you all enjoy <3 

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Stepping into the common room, Steve couldn’t help the affectionate smile that bloomed on his lips. You were sprawled on the couch, looking every part the most miserable person, groaning at the roof, head pulled back on the armrest. Your broken arm was in a cast, resting on your chest, the TV’s remote thrown on the floor right next to the arm you had hanging off the sofa. The television was still on, but you weren’t paying attention to it, and Steve suspected it was because you were bored.

He walked forward and cleared his throat, letting you know he was there. That sound made you sit up and you spun your head around until your eyes met. Steve grinned.

“Are you doing okay?”

You glowered. “No. I’m bored as all hell and there’s nothing to do in this stupid place that doesn’t require both of my hands.”

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Even - Sana - Balloon Squad

So… Sana apparently already knew Even from the time he went to Bakka bc he was friends with the balloon squad and he actually frequented her house and got along with her mother so all these guys were really good friends.
And you can see that Sana loves Even and Even loves Sana so neither of the two parts of the supposed conflict did something bad intentionally for Even to still ask about the boys and Elias and her mother with his usual gentle way and Sana being happy for seeing her friend Isak in a relationship with Even.
Also most of the balloon squad (probably the ones closer to Even) looked sad thinking about him in their youtube video, especially Mikael and Yousef.
And Sana told her mom she likes Yousef, even though she actually knows what went on with all these guys, which only supports the idea that none of them did something spiteful.

It was an accident I think.

That “battle” between Yousef and Even that’s in the facebook wall is the biggest clue we have until now.
I think Even may have started one of his episodes since he smoked weed at the time (which can act as a trigger) and Yousef dared him to do something during such battle and it may have hurt Mikael (as an accident) in the process!!!

That’s why Mikael stepped out of the video bc probably feels guilty about Even feeling horrible about it, Yousef looked really sad in that video because he also feels responsible for being the one that dared Even to do it and Even feels the same because he hurt them!!!

I personally feel sad about Isak, poor guy. He’s the one who’s gonna flip when he finds out not only his bf is keeping him in the dark (bc Even is afraid to loose him), but also Sana for never telling him that she knew Even for a long time and witholding info about Mikael.


All I know is when I watch that subbed episode (thank you translator teams 🙏🏻) some epic shit is going down. Those Pepsi Max posse, also very weird. Something fishy this way comes.

olicity || ao3 || mature || angst || 734 || more fics

summary: Connected since their respective births, Oliver and Felicity were soulmates. What started off as a person that they dreamed of at night, a person they had never before met, turned into the greatest thing they could have imagined. (summary written by @daniellepanabakery)
chapter word count: 734
chapters: prologue
a/n: okay so i decided to combine two ideas i had, two birds with one stone kind of thing…. i hope it makes sense. Also thank u @yellowflicker09011996 for the help ♥ 

inspired by x x

Felicity’s feet pounded against the metal of a fire escape as she ran. She panted, rounding a corner and pulling herself up higher onto the building. A pain in her side made her pause.

“Shit,” she placed her hand against the spot.

It was the muted feeling of hot steel was being dragged across her flesh. There was no wound under her dark purple leather. It wasn’t real. Or it wasn’t her pain; it was Oliver’s.

For a moment she was thrown off. He had been blocking her out, trying to keep her from feeling what he was going through, but that wasn’t helping anyone. If she couldn’t reach him then how did he expect her to find him. It was more than a little frustrating. All she wanted to do was bring him home and yet he was making it difficult.

“I’m coming for you, my love,” she breathed out the words, “I will never stop looking.”

She kept moving. There was no time to waste. Oliver had only been missing for over twenty three hours, but that was one day too many.  He had been taken by a sick psychopath hell bent on revenge. Every second away from him made it hard to breathe. He was her everything. Just like she was to him.

She had to find her husband and soon; she didn’t care if she had to tear the entire city apart to do so.

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So… do the new spoilers prove that Matt never actually needed his glasses? Because there is no way he would have had access to contacts in the labor camp and he seems suspiciously comfortable fighting for someone that can’t see properly.

Company (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! First off, I just want to say I’m sorry that this is kinda short haha, secondly, I’m sorry for posting it late, anon!! I really wanted to post it on time but I had some other projects to complete first😅 and lastly, I realise that I apologise too much haha…anywaysss, enjoy!!

Request: Hi, today is the 5 year anniversary of my cousin/best friend’s death and I’m just kinda sad and I was just wondering if I maybe could request an imagine where Bucky walks in on reader crying and comforts her and lots of fluff? Thanks in advance!😇

Bucky let out a breath as he held the towel around his neck, having just came out of the shower. He had used the shared bathroom as there wasn’t hot water in his, weirdly.

He slowed in his footsteps as he heard a quiet and muffled sob. Bucky came to a stop as he frowned, wondering where the sound was coming from. It was pretty late at night so he wondered who could still be up and why was that person crying.

Walking forward again, he stopped in front of a door, leaning closer as he heard the source coming from here. Tilting his head to the side questioningly, he realized that it was your room. He knocked the door, feeling worried. “Y/N?”

You didn’t reply, but he could still hear you sniffling. Bucky knocked again. “I’m coming in alright?”

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Study a language in the lazy way #4

If you can’t memorize a certain word regardless of how much you try, write it! But use your your left hand (if you are right-handed) or your right hand (if you are left-handed). When you try to write with the other hand (with the one that you aren’t used to) you focus more than usual.

Yes, the writing will probably look horrible, but better 3 horrible words than a beautiful page.

For the ones who are ambidextrous or can’t remember the words even after writing them with their other hand. Write the word backwards.

Ex: ambidextrous => sourtxedibma

Sight Beyond Sight: Chapter 1

Summary:  When Kimberly lost her eye sight, she gained something back in return and entered a world that she never thought existed. 

AN: I had this idea for a while where I wanted to combine two of my favorite things in one fic. The power rangers movie and my current obsession with Daredevil on netflix. This is also my first attempt at writing in a blind person’s perspective. So for you experienced writers out there, if you want to hook someone up with some tips (any kind will do. I’m a bit rusty) that would be appreciated. Also this hasn’t been beta’ed yet so I do apologize for any mistakes that I made. 

And since this does deal with blindness I do have to throw in a trigger warning. With that enjoy the first chapter !

“First thing you gotta understand is nobody feels sorry for you for being blind girly. And nobody ever will. Cause when it comes to being born lucky… you won the friggin’ lottery.” - Stick

Kimberly Gasped as she shot up from her bed. The first thing that she noticed was that everything was loud. Loud and more refined than anything she’s ever heard. It was almost as if she was in a dark room with no lights on and someone turned up the volume of a very large and sound capturing speakers. 

And everything else in the room felt so bright and intense yet she still shrouded in darkness. She frantically reached her hands out despite her current blinded state wanting to touch something. Anything that she could get her hands on just to regain some level of normalcy as the sounds continued to get louder. 

She could hear the continuous drip from what she assumed was her IV line next to her bed along with the heart monitor beeping in an steadily increasing pace.

“What?..whats going on?” Kim called out bringing her fingers to where her eyes should be only to feel the scratchy fibers of the hospital issued bandages over her eyes. Each touch of fiber on her fingers felt like she stuck her hand in a ball of coarse yarn. 

“Where am I? Mom? Dad?” She’d call out only to bring her hands back up to her ears blocking out the noise that would be bouncing off the walls within her hospital room. 

Fact is she didn’t even remember how she ended up in the hospital with her eyes bandaged. The last thing Kimberly remember was confront Amanda and Harper at school in the science room about bullying Trini. She remembered her fellow ranger in tears once again pouring her heart out to her. The anguish in Trini’s voice as she told Kim about the rumors that Amanda and Harper spread about her fellow ranger begging to sleep with them and once again defacing Trini’s locker with derogatory terms. 

She also remembered the shouting match she had with Amanda and her underling as they slung harsh insults back and forth where Amanda would berate kim for the mistake she made in which Kim would retaliate that what she did didn’t give Amanda the right to attack her friends or deface other people’s lockers. 

The last thing came into Kim’s mind was how the fight escalated into a physical one where both Amanda and Harper violently shoved Kimberly into the lab table causing the chemicals on display to splash onto Kim’s face and into her eyes causing the searing and acidic pain to course it’s way into the pink ranger’s face. 

Even as Kimberly fell to the ground blindingly writhing in agony with the feeling of her face being on fire, she could still hear the two cheerleaders blaming each other. 

“Shit Amanda why did you do that?!” 

“What are you talking about you’re the one that pushed her!” 

“You did too amanda! Oh man. We’re in trouble now…”

“Harper listen! We’ll leave through the back ok? Nobody will see us.”

“But…we gotta help here she’s…she…”

“If we help her we’ll get expelled! Lets just get out the back before anyone sees us!…”

Before Kimberly would succumb to the lightheaded darkness and drift off into unconciousness the last thing she would hear before she woke up in the Angel Grove hospital would be the two footsteps of the people she used to call her friends leaving the school lab.

“stop…make it stop…” Kim whippered bringing her hands to her ears trying to block out the orderlies outside of her room. Random voices in a cacophony of muddled sounds just streaming into her ear drums. it felt like the insides of her ears were about to rupture. But even through the discord of the chaotic noises outside she was able to focus on one voice. 

Her voice. Even in her state and through the walls of her hospital room she managed to seek out the voice of her fellow power rangers. 

“Its my fault Jace. It’s all my fault.” Kim could easily pinpoint Trini’s muddled tear ridden voice. Her heart shattered at the sound of Trini’s broken voice. 

“Trini stop. You didn’t do anything. Wrong. This isn’t on you.”

“Jason, she fought with amanda because of me! Because I told her what Amanda said about me and what she did to my Locker. She’s blind because I…” The yellow ranger stopped mid sentence letting out a loud sob. 

Jason wrapped his strong arms around Trini’s tiny quivering fame and embraced the girl in a strong hug. Rocking her back and forth as the small ranger would sob into his chest. 

“Trini listen. This isn’t your fault.” Jason whispered into Trini’s ear.

“You know how stubborn and determined Kim is when it comes to protecting you. This isn’t your fault or anyone else but the person who did this to her ok?” 


Blind? Did she hear Jason right? She was blind? The thought along scared the hell out of her. Knowing that she’d never see her parents, her friends or even Trini’s beautiful face again weighed heavily on her as she stumbled back onto her bed.

As the door opened Kimberly moved her head up towards the two people that entered the room. She easily recognized them as Jason and Trini since Jason’s foot steps were always heavier. And she always knew what Trini’s movements sounded like even before she was blind. 

“Hey Kim…” Jason was the first to speak. Sadness laced in his voice. Trini feeling guilt ridden as she is stayed quiet as she slunk back behind their team leader. Being unable to look her fellow pink ranger in the eyes was killing her. 

“You uh….you look good.” Jason’s voice quivered a little as he spoke. Kim knew he was lying. She could already hear his heartbeat change the second he spoke those words. 

“Come on Jace. You don’t have to lie. I probably look horrible. But the pain killers that they’re keeping me on feel nice at least.” 

Jason chuckled lightly at Kim’s joke. As stubborn as she was she always manages to lighten the mood in the group. Even after suffering a traumatic experience. 

“We were with your parents when they spoke to the doctor.” The taller boy just rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. His other free hand grasped Trini’s lightly while the yellow ranger just held on to Jason’s arm. 

“They’re still with them right now. But-”

“I Know Jace. I’m Blind.” Kim’s voice was somber. Jason just looked up at her, puzzled at her words. 

“What? But How did you.-” 

“I heard you guys outside. I can also hear my parents in the doctor’s office right now.” 

Jason just looked back down at Trini who began to silently cry. A small sniffle escaped from the shorter girl as she wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve.

“Trini…” The pink ranger whispered. She hated the position that she put her friends in. She never intended to make things this messy. This was going to change things between them. Even worse the possibility of losing a ranger just added to her guilt. 

The Latina girl just ran up to her now blind friend and wrapped her arms tightly around Kim, sobbing into the hospital gown that the pink ranger was wearing. Whispering multiple apologies into her Chest. 

All Kimberly could do was stroke Trini’s back as the shorter girl poured her heart out. 

“Shhh. Don’t do this to yourself Trini. It’s not your fault.” Kim whispered trying her best to sooth the heart broken Yellow ranger. They were soon joined by Jason who just wrapped his two strong arms around his female team mates, enveloping them into a strong and protective hug. 

“Jace…” Kimberly could feel her own voice crack. The tears already starting to form behind the back of her throat. 

“We’ll get through this Kim. You’re not alone in this.” Jason whispered into Kim’s ears. Tears were already forming in the red ranger’s eyes. 

“I Know Jace. I Know.” 

But Kimberly wasn’t so sure.

Just a little PSA:

Everyone has the right to say “No.” when asked to RP, just like they have the right to refuse certain relationships and to roleplay with certain characters. It can be for a variety of reasons, from simply being too overwhelmed to not being interested to something worse like the plot/ship in question triggers them or hits too close to home. Whatever the reason, they have the right to say no.

Let me repeat that again:


You know what right someone doesn’t have? The right to constantly message them about it after receiving a “No, thank you.” Trying to be passive aggressive, trying to guilt trip them, trying to convince them otherwise is NOT cool. It’s rude and considered by some (myself included) to be harassment. It’s also considered by many to be a dick move. Simply put: Just walk away if someone refuses to RP with you. There’s TONS of other fishes in the RP sea. Yeah, it stings to be ignored or to get a refusal, but being passive aggressive or constantly messaging the person in question isn’t going to help your case. In fact, it makes you look horrible. gives you a bad reputation, and you’ll probably get blocked over it.

Even if the refusal is rude, just walk away. There is literally no need to get your panties in a bunch or constantly pester someone. There’s loads of other people out there who will roleplay with you, just not that particular one.

Be chill, people, and remember: no one HAS to roleplay with you. Everyone has the right to refuse and IT’S OKAY.


I was tagged by the gorgeous @fyhjjxxn and by @chlexcer (lindaaaa 😍) to do the bias selfie tag. Thank you so much!! Choosing a bias is always a torture for me. Last time I chose my boy Min Yoongi, and now I’ll go for Luna because I love her <3

I tag: @suugas @ohhunhan-fan @g-y0ng @dyeob @2rap @lgbtseungkwan @princess-infinity @kool-beanzz @realchoconoona @justwhatevermark @changkyun-babybunny @top-is-bae @seventeen-24 and @twotinyhyungs of course you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Love you all ✌


aos meme: [3/8] quotes:

Could someone tell me what we just saw?

                                                  The girl’s a fighter.

Don’t Go || Newt


REQUEST:  y/n attempting suicide in the glade and newt gets a attack (?) y/n didn’t knew that newt had tried to kill himself

A/N: Changed the ages up a bit.

IMPORTANT: In my last imagine, I was NOT fishing for compliments, I was simply asking you to tell me what you like and don’t like when I write things. :)

Not that anyone assumed or told me I was fishing, it’s just my own judgment, huehue.

Here’s day 4/12. :)

Two months into your official relationship, things got busy.

With Thomas’ arrival, you almost never had a minute with Newt alone. By the time you woke up, he’d be gone. When you went back to sleep, he’d be talking to Alby, Minho, or Thomas.

He always just smiled at you when events brought you in the same room. Dark circles under his eyes grew every day. He was always cranky and irritated but tried to control himself when you were around.

It was too much for a nineteen-year-old boy to handle.

You took it well. One night, Newt came in the room while you were still awake for the first time after a month.

“Hey,” his mood seemed to have lightened at the mere sight of you. “you’re still awake.”

“Well, you’re early.” you smiled, but it disappeared immediately. His did, too. “I miss you, Newt. You never show up anymore.”

“I’m sorry, love.” he frowned. “You sleepy?”

“Yeah,” you sat on the bed. “I’m really tired… I just want out sometimes.”

“You’re one to talk,” he glared at you, surprising you both.

“I know you’re tired, too, but-”

Newt laughed ironically, making you stop talking. “I’m beyond tired, Y/N. I have Alby making me do anything he doesn’t want to do - I definitely don’t need someone whining about my absence while I work.”

This was definitely the first time he raised his voice at you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I can’t pretend to be sane for any longer!” his voice gradually got higher. “I love you - God, I do - but I don’t know if I can be who you want me to be right now!”

“Just be Newt,” you whispered, slightly terrified, “that’s who I want you to be.”

“I’m not Newt,” he muttered, turning away from you. “I don’t know who the bloody hell I am.” his voice cracked as he slammed the door behind him, leaving the room.

Waiting for Newt to get to wherever he wants to go before leaving the room yourself, you sobbed silently.

Then, you headed for the Med-Jack Hut, turning to the medicine cupboard.


Well, you weren’t really sure if Newt’s absence - both physically and emotionally - could be cured by anything but him.

You took a handful, and after a deep breath, swallowed them all in one go.

Already feeling the side effects, you let your hands roam around Clint’s desk for a sheet paper and a pen.

With dizzy scrawls, you wrote - I’m sorry, Newt

That being done, you lied on the nearest bed and closed your eyes.

Not long after, a long series of shouts had you feeling nauseated. You rolled over to your side - lacking the energy to sit up - in case you were going to throw up.

“She’s awake,” the voice sounded like Alby’s. “Minho, call Newt.”


Yeah, Y/N. Minho went to get him,” Alby said, making you realize you said his name out loud. “Newt, he… he walked out after arguing with us,”

“Is he okay?” you asked, forcing yourself to sit up, but Clint gently pushed you back down.

“Let your energy come back to you first,” he whispered. You nodded.

“He’s… broken. You know how long you’ve been gone?”

You shook your head.

“Almost two weeks,” he said seriously. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Painkillers,” you murmured, but both Alby and Clint heard.

“Bloody hell, Y/N…” Your favorite head of tousled blonde hair rushed in the room. He took his time to look at you. You probably looked horrible, because then his voice cracked as he muttered an “oh, my God” and raised his hand to his mouth.

“You’ve lost a lot of weight becau-” Clint began.

“I know the effects,” you interrupted. “I am a Med-Jack.”

Weight loss, dark circles under the eyes, pale lips…

Newt then held Minho’s shoulder for support, his hand going to his chest as he began breathing rapidly. “I can’t breathe…” he mouthed breathlessly.

“Panic attack,” Clint muttered, placing his hands on either side of Newt’s shoulders. “follow my breathing, Newt. Focus on me.”

As Clint began demonstrating slow and steady breaths, Minho strode to you, massaging your arm soothingly as tears filled your eyes.

“Is he okay?” you whispered brokenly.

“He’s gonna be,” Minho responded, covering your eyes with his hand. “Don’t look.”

After a few torturing moments, Minho withdrew his hand. Newt was now seated in the corner, looking at the floor.

“Newt,” you whispered.

The others took it as a cue to leave.

‘I did this to you.” he said moments after the Hut has been emptied, except for you two.

“Please don’t say that,” you felt yourself starting to sob, but you swallowed them.

“Then what should I say, Y/N? Huh? You want me to act like I’m not responsible for this bloody mess?”

You waited for Newt to calm down before responding. “I want you to hold me.”

Newt stared at you incredulously. “You’re unbelievable.” he laughed bitterly.

“You still love me, don’t you?”

“More than anything in the world,” he answered immediately, bitter smile fading.

“Then hold me.” you began to sob silently. “Please.”

“I’m not good for you, Y/N,” he shook his head. “I’m unstable. I can’t protect you from anything but myself. No - not even that.”

When he stood close enough for you to reach, you weakly pulled his hand towards you, making him fall painfully to a kneel before your bed.

“Sorry,” you muttered, staring at his emotionally hurt face. You reached for his locks and began to kiss his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Shhh.” you sighed, kissing a trail on his face to his lips. “People break… it’s okay. I’m sorry too.”

“Don’t do this to me again,” he muttered to your neck.