sarah reader

friends & feelings — tom h.

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

author’s note: first head cannon bc i couldn’t stop thinking about this. also if you read this thank you so much !! i love you wowow

  • okay but you and tom would definitely start out as best friends
  • like you two would probably meet through harrison and the second you do there’s just this instant connection
    • “i’ve never met one of harrison’s friends before”
    • “maybe because you think you’re his only friend”
  • and he’d just stand there and be like did she just diss me??? i think she just dissed me??? already??
  • but he’d laugh anyway bc that’s not how girls usually talk to him and that’d make you laugh and wow what a beautiful start
  • and as the days went on you two would get closer and closer
  • you guys for sure got closer more emotionally than physically at first 
  • for instance tom would have a bad day and he’d just come to you
  • literally lay in your bed and just talk to you about anything and everything
    • “sometimes this lifestyle just gets too much and i don’t think i’m made for it”
    • “if anyone is made for it, it’s you tom”
    • “and besides if you every turn into an insensitive cocky fuck, harrison and i will hand you your ass”
  • THIS was one of the things he’d love most about you
  • like you’d be there for him and give him great advice when he needs it but at the same time you were you and you just had to make him laugh and diss him in some way to get that pretty smile on his face again
  • he adored it
    • “did you see all those girls out there Y/N- wow they really love me”
    • “lol who are you”
  • in his head he’s always be like “why is she like this” 
  • BUT when you two started getting physically closer wow just wow he adored it just as much if not more than the emotional connection you two had together
  • always hugging you
  • sometimes for no reason at all
    • “tom i’m trying to get a glass of water”
    • “shh shh i’m trying to hug you”
  • that’s when you started to think “why is he like this”
  • so TOUCHY
  • he’d always find excuses to hold your hand
    • “and then she told me- tom what-why are you holding my hand”
    • “there’s a bug on it”
    • “i think i would’ve felt-”
    • “THERE’S A BUG IM TRYING TO SQUISH IT Y/N LEAVE ME BE”

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Imagine Being A Student To The Winter Soldier Before The Fall Of Hydra

For @dtescohmi

“(Y/N) loosen your arm when you swing,” he snaps as he catches your punch easily.

“Yes sir,” you say and throw another punch. He lets the punch hit his hand and nods approvingly.

“You’re getting better. Again.” You swig again, and again, and again, until your knuckles bleed.

The Winter Soldier is a strict teacher but he has a soft spot for you. You can’t say why he’s gentler with you but you imagine it’s because you both experience the same mind control.

The other students are loyal to Hydra but you and the Soldier are forced. Hydra took you for your abilities and created the Soldier.

“That’s enough, dismissed,” the Winter Soldier orders in a clipped tone. The rest of the students disperse but you hang back. The Winter Soldier approaches you and the two of you quickly pretend to be practicing.

“When can we speak without ears?” you whisper to him.

“Midnight at my room, there’ll be no guards,” he murmurs. You throw a punch and it hits him in the shoulder.

“I’m getting better,” you say and walk briskly away.

~~~

The Winter Soldier and you have been meeting in secret for a year, since the day he saw a Hydra officer beat you for disobeying. You are kindred spirits, the two of you.

Every second with him is a second away from hell and for that you are grateful beyond belief.

~~~

“My soldier calls,” you murmur as you nudge open his door. You’ve both memorized the guard rotation and turning of the cameras so you can slip in and out at just the right times.

“And my student answers,” he returns and takes your hand pulling you in and shutting the door softly behind you. His lips are on yours in a second and your fingers tangle in his long hair.

“Say my name, my real name,” he requests. During brief moments of memory he tells you everything so you can whisper it to him on nights like these.

“James Buchanan Barnes,” you breathe. “You were a sergeant in the 107th US regiment during the war.”

“And you’re (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). You were visiting Russia with your father the ambassador, he enlisted you in Hydra to make use of your unique abilities,” he returns and you smile. His flesh hand is cupping your cheek while his metal one holds to your waist. You hold his face in your hands and make sure to maintain a steady gaze.

“You had a scrawny best friend named Steve, you called him punk,” you utter and give him a chaste kiss. “His mothers name was Sarah and he wore newspapers in his shoes.”

“Thank you, I love you.” He pulls you in for a impassioned kiss that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. Only with James do you ever feel emotions besides fear and despair.

“I love you too.”

For a long moment you just hold each other close, sharing a heartbeat and even breathing.

“You have a knack for knowing what others feel and making them feel whatever you could wish,” he adds after a quiet moment. “But you don’t use it unless you’re told because you hate having that much power over another.”

“And you have amazing strength, accuracy, and heightened senses that put you above the rest but you only use them if you’re told because you hate feeling superior.”

“You love me,” he states.

“You love me,” you return.

“And we’ll both never love another,” you both promise at the same time.

Your lips meet once again in fiery sparks and raw emotion.

In the time of Hydra James Buchanan Barnes is your only solace.

~~~

A week later James disappears from your base and the last you hear from him is ‘I hope I remember you.’

A week after that Captain America reveals Hydra and destroys most of it but the Winter Soldier vanishes.

You managed to escape during the chaos and vanish yourself.

With your newfound freedom you search for him.

~~~

“Allow me to pay,” you interject and hand currency to the vendor. The vendor hands over the goods and the man you’re paying for looks up, staring at you with wide eyes.

It’s James, he’s buying plums of all things. You mod your head and lead him to an alleyway out f sight. He follows wordlessly.

“I am (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) we knew each other in the compound. I told you facts about your life whenever they’d make you forget, and we loved each other.”

“You’re (Y/N), you helped me stay calm during episodes,” he utters. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Starshine

Pairings: 40s!Steve x Reader

Summary: The stars feature in some important moments throughout your life.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (not a good idea irl), major character death, loss of virginity

Notes: My entry for @nataliarxmanxva season’s change writing challenge. My prompt was: Stargazing.

Idk guys, I tried out a different writing style with this one, not sure if it worked.

Starts off cute, but ultimately, it’s angst without a happy ending (fair warning yo). I had this planned to go one way, but then this story decided to march itself in the other direction and took me along for the ride. Hope you like it nonetheless.

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

“Steve,” you hiss.

Steve grumbles in his sleep, then turns his back to you as he rolls over. You huff indignantly. Unfazed, you poke his side insistently until he stirs awake, blinking the sleep out of his bleary eyes.

“Y/N?” Steve yawns, “What’re you doin’?”

“C’mon, ya big lug,” you whisper, grabbing his thin wrist and pulling him off the bed, “It’s a clear night,”. You pick up the small canvas bag you’d dropped on the floor, pulling it open to show him the contents. “See? I snuck some apples from home and packed some papers and a graphite for ya,”.

Steve shakes his head, trying his best to look more disgruntled than he really is. “You go on up,” he says, flapping his hand at you in a shooing motion, “I’ll join you in a bit,”.

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Imperfect pages

Bodleian reader Sarah Gilbert happened upon some interesting, imperfect pages when examining a manuscript at the Bodleian Libraries. We asked her to write about the experience.

In the medieval period in Western Europe, books were copied by hand onto specially prepared animal skins. The animals used for this purpose in the British Isles were sheep and cows, and in order to turn their pelts into pages these animals would be killed, their blood would be drained, they would be skinned, and then these skins would be soaked and stretched, scraped and dried, and polished and trimmed to make them into usable pages.

Jesus College MS 37, a copy of Iohannus Diaconus’ Vita Sancti Gregorii, is a manuscript with some very unusual pages. A few of its folios preserve faint traces of their animal past in the form of stained blood vessels.

Such stained vessels are very rare - transparent vein structures can sometimes be seen on a manuscript page like contour lines on a map, but to see the vessels still outlined in blood is much more unusual, and is possibly the result of the animals being bled too slowly after they had been killed.

Making parchment was a skilled job and sometimes imperfect pages were used in medieval books simply because the skins, however flawed, were too precious to waste.

As I was reading Jesus College 37 I was very excited to see such an unusual manuscript phenomenon “in the flesh.”

- Sarah Gilbert, Bodleian reader.

Imagine: Dean Watching You Read

Originally posted by poor-sammy-lost-his-shoe

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: HAPPY ALMOST NEW YEAR - have some fluffy Dean!! If you couldn’t tell, I’ve been reading A LOT for the past couple days

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This Can’t be happening

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Readers three year old daughter x Team

Warning: This broke my heart. So I mean good look people. Good luck.

A/N: Heart Break Weekend

@chrisevansthedoritobastard   @holahellohialoha  @almightyunnie @imamotherfuckingstar-lord  @iwillbeinmynest  @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @goodnightwife @irepeldirt  @yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci  @buckyb-avengers  @winterboobaer  @mrhowardstark  @rileyloves5

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

She grips tightly to her doll as Uncle Clint helps her out of the car seat. He’s fidgeting and his face has that look as if he’s struggling to keep it together. Sarah hold his hand as they walk quickly across the parking lot walking through the big doors Clint’s hand squeezes around her little hand as they reach the desk, they mutter between the two of them the woman behind the counter and Clint, both looking down at Sarah who grips harder on her doll. Clint turns walking faster than Sarah who was struggling to keep up.

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my current read. I actually originally read this when it first came out, but never picked up acomaf and now I’ve forgotten everything that happened in the first book.
I only gave this book 3/5 stars when I first read it, but I’ve come to the realization that I like books by Sarah J. Maas the second time around way more than the first. We’ll see how this goes.

Don’t Hide From Me.

Josh Dun x Reader

AN: Soulmate AU which coincides with a request by anon. Surprised myself by finishing it in one sitting. It’s a little long, but any shorter and I don’t think I would have done it justice. 

Warnings: Some cursing, light drinking, little bit of angst but nothing major.

(Not my image)

“That’s um…”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“I know.”

I groaned and plopped myself next to Jenna, holding my right arm and looking at all the colors on it. 

“What am I going to do Jenna? This soulmark is ridiculous. Have you ever heard of anyone having a whole sleeve as a soulmark?” 

Jenna tilted her head, a blonde strand falling from her bun. “I mean, mine could be considered a sleeve too.” She shrugged. 

“Right, yes, but, those are just black bands. Mine is a giant fucking tree and some space stuff and a sunset or something. My entire arm is covered. What was my soulmate thinking when they chose this?” I yanked my sleeve down, covering the soulmark, before burying my face in my hands. Jenna patted my back comfortingly. 

“He was probably thinking that it was beautiful, and that it would help him find you easier.” Her voice was soft and soothing. “I shouldn’t say he. Could be a girl for all I know. Or a they.”

I chuckled, placing my head on her shoulder. “Well, whoever they are, they’re much more flamboyant than me. When was the last time you saw me wear color?”

This time Jenna laughed, like bells ringing around my room. “Black is a color.”

I snorted. “I don’t know Jenna, this just makes me insecure. I feel like it’s going to draw in a bunch of attention from the kids at school, and I don’t want that.” I glanced at my arm again, staring at the fabric of my black hoodie. “Maybe I should keep it covered.” 

Jenna’s face scrunched up in concern. “Are you sure? Wouldn’t that hurt your soulmate’s feelings? They chose that specifically Y/N.”

I sighed, shaking my head. “I know, but it’s just not me. Maybe their choice showed up on the wrong person? Can that happen?” 

“I’ve never heard of that before. Look, they’re your soulmate, even if they’re different from you, there’s still a reason that the universe is trying to bring you together. My soulmark isn’t really my thing either, but if it brings me closer to them, that’s all I care about.” 

“You’re right.”

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When The Boys Are Away, Girls Get To Play

Request:  If it doesn’t bother you too much, I would love to have a smut with Sarah Urie! She’s my beautiful queen and I’m so gay for her. I’m not really sure what I want, maybe like a cute date or something and it’s your first time together? Or a threesome with Brendon? Idk man I just need Sarah smut and you’re amazing at gay smut

A/n: First of all, thank you for the compliment! Secondly, I love Sarah and I had no problem writing this

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I’m thinking,” he said, … “that I look at you and I feel like I’m dying.
—  Rhysand to Feyre, A Court Of Mist And Fury