“(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.”
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.”
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
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.
Summary: In order to get the information you need for case, you start to date the owner of an auction house’s daughter. Dean isn’t keen on the idea of you dating anyone else. Words: 8.5k (plus 2.8k smutty coda- smut can be avoided or read alone) Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess, brief Sarah x Reader Warnings: pseudo-infidelity, bi!reader Coda warnings: smutty smutty goodness
Beta: @blacksiren A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here
for @deals-with-demons Sarah’s
200 Followers Celebration. I got the prompt ‘Yeah I get it you have feelings for me, I don’t give a damn’. I went with past Sam x Reader. And present Dean x Reader.
, Sam, Dean
Pairing: Past Sam x Y/n, Dean x Y/n
Warnings: Angst, dickish Sam, mentions of cheating (not proper cheating, but it’s kinda there), arguing, language, like 1 sentence of smut. More angst and heartbroken Sam.
Word Count: 1798
Summary: Sam finds the person he messed everything up with, intent on fixing everything. But will his apology be accepted?
A/N: Ok, so some angst cos…this quote kinda screamed it. Guess there’s a sort of dickish reader? Not in my opinion, but maybe u’ll think that. I think he deserves it. Either way, hope u like it!!
Pairing: The Men of The Avengers x Steve Rogers Daughter Sarah Rogers
Warning: This is ridiculous and well I think I’m funny sorry if you don’t. Haha
When Sarah wants a tea party, she manages to get her way with Uncle Tony’s help. She doesn’t hear the word no when it comes to her uncles, not a single one is willing to tell her no, even if that means being forced into Dress Up attire and using their manners. As long as it stays between the nine of them only.
“Are you sure about this?” You sigh leaning against the wall
as you watch your daughter run from her uncle Clint who was chasing her down
for of course stealing one of his French fries, her little legs going as quick
as they could.