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On The Tide - Chapter Four “The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.”

Winter gets in an altercation for his ‘laziness’, and his Captain comes to his defence. Prompts met; - Quiet Cry for Help' (Double) and 'Don't Look Back' (Dozen), @multifandom-flash - 'Sexual Tension', @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); - 'Shielding Someone With Their Body' and 'Stuck Together', @seasonaldelightsbingo (Winter Wonderland) ; - '29. Hey, Wake Up!", @flufftober CW: Implied risk of violence

Check it out below the KR with the boards, or on AO3 here!

“Hey, wake up!” I blinked in surprise, looking down at the rope in my hands dumbfoundedly for a moment before securing it to the belaying pin, the snaked figure-eight wrapping around and around before I glanced toward the voice. It took two days of sleeping between his sheets for my Captain to let me return to my duties – or rather, to commence them, at last. It was clear that the explanation of my sickness had fallen on disbelieving ears, judging from the amount of scowls and distasteful glanced I’d received throughout the morning. But this was the first time anyone had spoken directly to me, and a man perhaps five years my junior strode across the deck toward me with a thunderous expression. “You slack off for your first few days, then daydream when you finally show your face? Just who do you think you are, newbie?” I raised an eyebrow at my heavyset aggressor, entirely unphased by the several inches and hundred-plus pounds he had on me. “Sargeant Barnes. US Army, special ops.” My genuine response seemed only to anger him further – which I more than moderately expected – and he stepped closer, his chest brushing against mine, forcing me to tip my chin up to maintain eye contact. “You’re a cocky little shit, aren’t you?” “I like to think so, yeah.” He growled audibly, jaw rolling in irritation, shoulders squaring in a failed attempt at intimidation. “You think I’m going to let you get away with talking to me like that, runt?” His fingers curled into a fist by his side, the motion catching in the corner of my eye, and I tensed pre-emptively, prepared to dodge and put this ogre on his ass before he could- “Walker, Barnes, that’s enough!” My head turned minutely, never breaking eye contact, but he snapped to attention, back stiff with respect, and I couldn’t help but snort under my back. Kiss-ass. A hand on my chest pushed me backwards, firm and unrelenting despite my tensing in response, forcing me to move my feet a few inches. I glanced aside at last, finding dark, intimidating eyes boring into my own, and winced minutely. Shit. “What’s going on here?” Lieutenant Tyne snapped, looking between the two of us, his irritation clear in his voice. “This grunt thinks he’s better than us, lazing around like a piece of shit ground p-” “Enough,” the Captain growled, his eyes settling on his crew member, cold and intimidating. Now that is scary. This guy should take notes. “Sergeant Barnes has been unwell through no fault of his own. Unfortunately timed, but genuine nonetheless. You yourself once spent several days without contributing due to illness, if I remember correctly – so it feels somewhat hypocritical for you to be challenging anyone, Corporal Walker.” I bit back a grin at that, pushing a hand idly through my hair. Corporal. I wonder how mad he is that I outrank him… “But Sir-” “That’s enough, Walker,” Lieutenant Tyne snapped, eyes narrowing further, stepping between the two of us as the Corporal turned back toward me. “No. Back off. Don’t make me tell you again.” Walker looked at me briefly over his Captain’s shoulder, his gaze full of fury, before he turned away at last, muttering under his breath as he walked off without looking back. Greg turned his eyes to me instead, hard and impossible to read beyond his evident irritation. “With me.”

I paused nervously in the middle of his quarters, gaze darting anxiously. Fuck, I’m for it now… “Are you okay?” My head raised in surprise, jaw slackening. “I-I-” “The first altercation can always be a little… Uncomfortable.” He reached out, his fingertips brushing my arm gently, causing my breath to hitch in my chest. “I wanted to check on you – though he seemed far more inclined to a quiet cry for help than you were,” he added, grinning. I was momentarily dazzled by the broad smile, mouth working wordlessly. “I-I’m not… Easily intimidated,” I breathed, feeling my cheeks colour shyly at his closeness. “I could’ve taken him.” “I don’t doubt it,” he replied softly, leaning just a little closer, his head tipped slightly to one side in a way that made my heart stutter. “But we’re stuck together – it’s better if we don’t start throwing punches just yet, okay?” I nodded, and he smiled again, making my throat dry up nervously. I stopped breathing entirely as he moved even closer, his face an inch from mine, and his smile turned teasing, one side curled higher than the other as my lashes fluttered automatically. “I can’t open the door with you standing there.” Mortified, my face flamed, and I ducked out of the way quickly, stiffening at the sound of his soft chuckle. “You think you’re funny?” I snapped, straightening up and grasping the door myself, irritated and affronted by his amusement. “It’s very easy to make you blush,” he countered, his hand still on the doorknob as he met my gaze once more. “I’d say more entertaining than funny, though.” I scowled, jerking on the door, but his muscles simply tightened, the wood barely shifting as I strained. “Let me go.” His eyes assessed my face before he released the knob in surprise. “… Did I offend you? I’m sorry. I was only teasing you.” I nodded, and he hesitated again, hand touching my arm gently. “I’m truly sorry, Sergeant Barnes.” I nodded once more, placated by the softness in his voice, his fingers trailing over the thin sleeve covering my skin and raising a line of goosebumps in his wake. “I- Thank you, Captain Tyne.” I inclined my head shyly, ducking past him as he opened the door for me, returning to my work confused and uncertain. What’s happening here?

[heretherebewolves]

@justleaveacommentfest

If anyone ever doubts the power of an A03 comment;

We had this fan who commented on our fic a couple times...

We've been dating for almost eight months.

@unfortunate-beetle-and-friends

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

FIC WRITING REVIEW 2023

Thank you @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for coming up with this!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

(I just copied @foxywrites)

Words and Fics

608,490 words published in 2023

10 fics worked on

6 completed fics

most productive month: July with 241,381 words

monthly words average: 50,708 words

Words Written per Fandom

Supernatural - 10,725

Pirates of the Carribean - 52,753

Marvel Cinematic Universe - 545,012

Top 5 by Comments

Multitudes - 286

Magic and Madness - 146

Becoming Spider-Man - 46

With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - 36

From Street to Ship - 10

Top 5 by Kudos

Becoming Spider-Man [kudos:164]

From Street to Ship [kudos: 147]

Multitudes [kudos: 99]

Salvation [kudos: 35]

With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear [kudos: 22]

Top 5 by Hits

Multitudes [hits: 4,499]

From Street to Ship [hits: 3,137]

Becoming Spider-Man [hits: 2,722]

Magic and Madness [hits: 1,678]

Salvation [hits: 733]

Fandom Events in 2023

I discovered fandom events in July, I've never finishe- no, that's a lie!

July Break Bingo! (31/07)

Upcoming Plans

Fic's I'm hoping to finish writing/complete next year:

[MCU] On the Tide

[MCU] With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear

[MCU] Silver & Gold

[MCU] Hail Hydra

Fic's that I'd abandoned at some point, which I'm hoping to return to this year:

[SPN] Salvation

Writing Reflection

Finding JBB was a revelation, and very much accounted for our absolute mania in July. We now have a delightful collection of 700+ bingo prompts spread across too many boards to remember, and it's giving us so much motivation! We've started foraying into works written more for us, though, so we 100% expect less engagement over the next twleve months... But that's okay, because writing them has been an absolute delight.

The goal of this year is to finish the current four WIPS mentioned above! And hoooooopefully hit 500,000 words again... Though there's also a novel we should start. Oops.

Tagging some of my favourite authors: @buckys-wintersoldier, @gammacousin, @42donotpanic, @mrsbarnesblog, @un-unavoidableanxiousball

There's something important to be said, though. The most important thing, for us, that came out of this year wasn't the words. It was the very specific, 'pretty prevelant' commenter that found Multitudes a third of the way through after looking for something different. This... Amazing, beautiful person, making great statements of philosophy and shrewd insights through a computer screen at three am (leading us to wonder "Are you okay or do you need therapy-"). This person who Lia adorably demanded become our friend, and subsequently, we fell head over heels in love with. What's 153 miles (or ~207, given I'm not a crow) when you find the person - or rather, people - you've been looking for? @unfortunatebeetleandfriends Our Bug, our beloved... We can't wait to see you again. We will love you as long as we live. Lieutenant, Yoshitsune - y'all were unexpected, but just as much as a goddamn blessing, and we'll see you in 16 days and 22 hours. All of our love, forever and always, infinitely and endlessly. Thank you for deciding to backscroll.

[heretherebewolves]

PSA:

There's literally nothing better in the world when insomnia is approaching 40 hours awake, and you get snuggled in against a bare chest and a tangle of legs and an arm around the waist.

I love you both. So much.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Multi-Fandom Bingo (Dozen) Masterlist

'Don't Look Back' On The Tide - Chapter Four. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter gets in an altercation for his ‘laziness’, and his Captain comes to his defence. CW: Implied risk of violence. 'It's Okay to Cry' Hail Hydra - Chapter Eleven. Bucky gets to his new home, and is treated with surprising tenderness- until he isn't. CW: Violence, slavery, implied risk to life.

'Died in Your Arms Tonight' Silver & Gold - Chapter Eight. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Everyone's favourite couple go exploring - but not everything goes as smoothly as they'd like. CW: Exposure, hypothermia, accidental injury.

'Youthful Freckles' On The Tide - Chapter Six. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Things are tense after the accidental kiss, and Lieutenant Tyne learns more about his newest recruit. CW: Mentions of homophobia and criminalisation of homosexuality, vague references to theoretical SA.

'Touche' Silver & Gold - Chapter Seven. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between reality and darkness. CW: Sudden personality changes, verbal abuse, distress, subconscious self-harm (mild), references to past self-harm and abuse, unrealism, fat shaming. You're Cute When You're Angry Hail Hydra - Chapter Six. Bucky seeks comfort. CW: Flashbacks (including forced amputation and brief body gore), Nightmares, T-rated smuttiness.

'The Glomp' Silver & Gold - Chapter Seven. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between reality and darkness. CW: Sudden personality changes, verbal abuse, distress, subconscious self-harm (mild), references to past self-harm and abuse, unrealism, fat shaming.

'Fell Asleep Crying' Hail Hydra - Chapter Twelve. Bucky settles into his prolonged captivity until his creator is ready to return to him, and finds out exactly what it means to obey without question. CW: Restraint, forced obedience, physical punishment, sexual slavery/non-con, self-induced vomiting, disassociation following trauma. 'Don't Call Me "Sir"' On The Tide - Chapter One. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Bucky Barnes, but make it ‘Environmental Activist AU’. And also queer. Always queer. Trans!Bucky gets a job fighting for the innocents of the ocean – and seems to be of particular irritation and interest to his new Captain. 'I'm Not a Hero, I'm...' Silver & Gold - Chapter Six. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Lia gives Yoshi one hell of a birthday surprise. CW: all the smut, as always. Photography/videography. Emotions and things. The typical fluffiness. 'Ugly Cute' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter Twenty-Two. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. Clint ends up snotty and wheezy after his time face-down in the snow, so Matt takes care of him. CW: Illness (non-vomiting), reference to previous injury. 'I Want My Beloved to Be Happy' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter Twenty. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. The boys give this whole ‘Halloween’ thing a go. CW: Minor, accidental wound

@multifandom-flash

[heretherebewolves]

@unfortunate-beetle-and-friends your family is posh - do they have a cabin we can use?

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

On The Tide - Chapter Two “The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too.”

Winter's true nature is revealed, the Captain finds him a hinderance and an optimistic bastard, but the sailor’s rough exterior is stripped  away a little. Prompts met; ‘Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights’, Alternate, Flufftober, ‘Continuously Running Up Against the Other’ and “Don’t Lie – Not to Me.”, Winter Wonderland Bingo, ‘Hiding a Smile’ and ‘Cold Sea’ (board one), and ‘Reluctant Caretaker’ (board two), Fandom-Free Fluff Bingo.

CW: Vomiting (seasickness), surgery mentions, historical physical trauma mentions Boards below the KR. Check the first section out below, or the full chapter on AO3 here!

As it turns out, sleeping in a hammock on the sea is not as easy as one might expect. In my time, I’d slept in my fair share uncomfortable places – in the dirt, up a tree, held upright by cuffs around my wrists... Faced all weathers and temperatures without blinking. But never before had I had to face the endless rocking.

As soon as I settled down, muscles comfortingly strained from a day of hard work -  despite the Captain’s insistence that I enjoy the peace, it didn’t settle well in my soul to be idle while everyone else checked the ship was fit for our journey, and I’d found myself frequently seeking out Neri for further orders -  the netting under my body swayed alarmingly, making my stomach roll with the ocean. I could only breathe through my nose, jaw clenched, as my hammock stilled, hoping against hope that it was simply the rocking of my makeshift bed that was inducing my nausea. Mercifully, the sea was calm, and despite the mild sickness I felt, the motion was subtle enough that my exhaustion could win out.

But it felt no sooner than my eyes had closed that I was scrambling to my feet, bile rising, the waves having roughened enough during my stolen sleep to make me sick to my stomach. Fingers clamped over my mouth, I barrelled onto the deck, creased at the waist over the railing as I emptied my sparse rations into the water, the cold spray comforting on my cheeks. By the time I looked up again, trembling and sweating, spitting residue from my lip, I could sense his presence behind me before I even turned my head. “Can I help you?” I growled, eyes rolling insolently. He’d scoffed in my earshot several times during the day when I mentioned my enthusiasm to help, seemingly rubbed the wrong way by my optimism and eagerness, and I’d caught him watching me through narrowed eyes on more than one occasion. “At ease, soldier. Here.” I turned reluctantly, swiping a hand hurriedly over my face to remove any remnants of my sickness. He offered me a thermos, and I raised an eyebrow. “Ginger tea. Helps with the nausea,” he  advised roughly, leaning against the rail with his arms crossed. Blinking in surprise, I took the warm receptacle, inhaling deeply as I unscrewed the lid. “Smells good...” I murmured, taking a cautious sip and letting out a groan. “Tastes good, too...” He chuckled under his breath, biting back a smile. “Mhm. I get a little queasy myself the first few days.” “After all this time?” I asked in surprise, offering him his thermos back. He shrugged, gazing out over the water, the dark coffee or his eyes looking almost black in the darkness. “Every time, if we’re ashore for a while. Been a few years since I found myself bent over the side, of course. Or looking quite so green.” He shot me a grin, and I chuckled weakly, gagging again as the ship crested another low wave, one hand instinctively shifting to the old ache in my ribs. His eyes tracked the movement, brow furrowing. “You’re injured.” Panic rose in my throat with the bile, and I shook my head quickly. “No, Sir.” He simply arched an eyebrow, and I swallowed dryly. “I mean- Captain. No injury here.” “Let me see.” My heart stuttered, vision blurring at the edges. “No.” He blinked in surprise, moving a step closer, intimidating despite our similar height. “Soldier, are you disobeying a direct order? I know you army boys have poor discipline, but I thought even you were trained better than that.” He reached for me and I wheeled away as my breath hitched, shaking my head fiercely. “Fine- Fine, okay? I- It’s an old injury. Flares up sometimes. No big deal. Please,” I added softly, a low tremble settling up in my muscles. The last thing I want is to be discovered for what I am in the middle of the ocean. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and he turned away, beckoning me over his shoulder. “Come with me.” His tone garnered no disobedience, and I begrudgingly fell into step behind him, sparing one last, longing look at the stars sprinkled across the cloudless sky.

His cabin was sparse but far more comfortable than the crew’s quarters, lit softly by a couple of lanterns, and I quirked an eyebrow. “We’re swinging around on hammocks, and you have an actual bed?” Snorting, he dropped onto the double, legs crossed at the ankle. “Standard practice on a ship, Soldier. Though I am pretty reluctant about it. I’d far rather be down in the crew cabin, but… I guess this is my life now.” “I’m sure having a mattress is such a drain…” I grunted, casting my eyes about the cabin despite myself. There was a multitude of papers scattered over a desk against the wall, and a low trunk at the foot of the bed, but little else in the moderate space. He simply arched an eyebrow in response, and waved a hand toward me. “So? This ‘old injury’?” “Old,” I replied shortly, but he simply waited, eyes on mine expectantly. With a begrudging sigh, I ran a hand over my chest hesitantly. “I had surgery several years ago, but I fucked my ribs pretty badly before that. Things like throwing up just… Makes it ache a little.” “Surgery?” he pressed. “An old war wound. No big deal.” His eyes narrowed, and he stood, moving to fold his arms a foot away. “Don’t lie, Soldier. Not to me; I’m your Captain, and you’re not very good at it. You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to, but I-” “I had a mastectomy,” I blurted out, cheeks heating. He simply blinked blankly, and, with a grimace, I tugged my shirt over my head, fingertips skimming the faded scars across my chest. “I… Yeah. Surgery to remove… Parts of me that shouldn’t have been there.” His dark gaze followed the lines bisecting my chest before widening in surprise, embarrassment colouring his cheeks. “Oh. You-” “Yes.” “You’re-” “Yes, Lieutenant Tyne.” “And the injury?” “An after-effect of pre-surgical measures,” I replied bluntly, moving to shrug my shirt back on – but his hand finding my wrist gently gave me pause. “That looks like it hurts,” he murmured, his eyes following the ragged line where my flesh turned to metal – long scarred, but no less violent. “All the time,” I noted nonchalantly, fingers flexing unconsciously. “Often in mind more than in nerves.” His fingertips traced the scars gingerly, and I couldn’t help but tremble, his mahogany eyes unreadable, before stepping away and clearing his throat. “You can... You can stay in here, if you like. I’ll be on deck all night. A hammock probably isn’t beneficial for your sickness,” he added, sparing a glance back my way as I pulled my shirt over my head once more. “Thank you, Captain. I appreciate that.” Despite the reluctance in his voice, I couldn’t help but accept the invitation; the thought of returning below deck make my stomach roll in protest. With a curt nod, he turned to leave – but I felt his eyes on my back as I faced the bed, the skin on my neck prickling under his gaze.

@flufftober @fandom-free-bingo @seasonaldelightsbingo

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

On The Tide - Chapter One “We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected on the deep.”

Bucky Barnes, but make it ‘Environmental Activist AU’. And also queer. Always queer. Trans!Bucky – known here as Winter, because everything links back to Multitudes, okay? It started it all – gets a job fighting for the innocents of the ocean – and seems to be of particular irritation and interest to his new Captain. Prompts met:, ‘Their Fingers Brush Together’, ‘Watching the Clouds’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo; ‘Teasing’ – Fandom-Free Bingo, Frosty Edition; ‘Don’t Call Me “Sir”’ – Multifandom Flash Bingo (Dozen). Boards below the KR. Check the first section out below, or the full chapter on AO3 here!

Of all the hare-brained, idiotic, insensible things I’ve ever done… This takes the prize. I’d never so much as step foot on a boat. But now I stood on a crowded pier, being jostled and elbowed and shoved unceremoniously out of the way. My hand flexed in my pocket nervously, the metal hidden by my favourite hoodie, and I swallowed dryly as I stretched to peer over the clamour. “Sergeant Barnes?” My head turned automatically, finding the girl I’d run into in the middle of the city – starting the chain of events that would eventually lead me here. “Just Winter, please. Good to see you again, Neri.” She put her hand out, and I hesitated – despite the glove covering the metal, I was reluctant to let anyone interact with it, but my other hand was clasped tight around my holdall. With a minute frown, she let her arm drop, and I winced. “Sorry. It’s- That old war injury I told you about,” I finished pointedly, and she nodded. “Understood.” Once we’d gotten to talking, we’d headed to a cafe. I told her how I’d felt adrift since leaving the army, and she enthused that many of the volunteers on her ship were veterans who had felt the same way – her Captain himself a retired Navy lieutenant. She’d run me through the basic requirements, and I reluctantly revealed my silver fingertips with a grimace, explaining quietly that I’d lost everything below the shoulder in a train-related incident, shipped back to the states and medically discharged to recuperate. She’d only nodded, entirely unphased by my revelation – understandably, when she revealed that there was more than one amputee currently amongst the ship's numbers. I was sold immediately, enamoured with the idea of not being a freak amongst civilians who would never understand me – and doing something good, to boot. After the lives I’ve taken, the least I can do is save a few.

@multifandom-flash @seasonaldelightsbingo @fandom-free-bingo

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Winter Wonderland Masterlist (2)

'A Walk Together Through Snow Covered Streets' 'Silent Hugs' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter Nineteen. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. Getting pinned on a stakeout is dangerous. Luckily, Matt has a new skill that will come in handy. 'Stuck Together' On The Tide - Chapter Four. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter gets in an altercation for his ‘laziness’, and his Captain comes to his defence. CW: Implied risk of violence. 'Kissing the Other's Scars' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 23. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. Matt is caught in the shower, and Clint decides to punish him. CW: Kinky sex, sexual ‘punishment’. 'Watching the Clouds' On The Tide - Chapter One. Bucky Barnes, but make it ‘Environmental Activist AU’. And also queer. Always queer. Trans!Bucky gets a job fighting for the innocents of the ocean – and seems to be of particular irritation and interest to his new Captain. 'Got to Do What You Got to Do to Survive' Hail Hydra - Chapter Five. The torture turns violent, and Bucky struggles to cope. CW: Stab wound, shock collar, humiliation, forced nudity. 'Shielding Someone With Their Body' On The Tide - Chapter Four. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter gets in an altercation for his ‘laziness’, and his Captain comes to his defence. CW: Implied risk of violence. 'Found Family' On The Tide - Chapter Six. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Things are tense after the accidental kiss, and Lieutenant Tyne learns more about his newest recruit. CW: Mentions of homophobia and criminalisation of homosexuality, vague references to theoretical SA. "Don't Lie - Not to Me." On The Tide - Chapter Two. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter's true nature is revealed, the Captain finds him a hinderance and an optimistic bastard, but the sailor’s rough exterior is stripped  away a little. CW: Vomiting (seasickness), surgery mentions, historical physical trauma mentions. 'Dancing in the Snow' Silver & Gold - Chapter Three. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Male OC. A lazy morning and some local exploration with the CrazyGirl. CW: Smut. 'Feeling Weak From Blood Loss' Hail Hydra - Chapter 9. Things begin to reach their climax, and an announcement reaches the Soviet compound. CW: Forced to kill; death of PoWs; mentions of torture, neglect and abuse; gun violence. 'Goodnight Kisses' Silver & Gold - Chapter Four. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Silver and Gold prepare for Christmas, and get lost in the magic of the season. CW: More smut. 'Freezing Temperatures' Silver & Gold - Chapter Three. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Male OC. A lazy morning and some local exploration with the CrazyGirl. CW: Smut. 'Pressing Foreheads Together' Silver & Gold - Chapter Five. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Silver and Gold go ice-skating, and a storm blows out their power. Even obstacles can be fun when you face them together. CW: Implied Smut, Self-image issues.

'Tattooing Over a Scar' Hail Hydra - Chapter Fourteen. Bucky finds out what it is to be a part of Zola’s experiment, and is marked as Hydra’s property. CW: Death of an unknown character, corpses, non-con body modification, sexual assault. 'Feeling Guilty Because Their Partner Got Hurt' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter Twenty-One. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. The boys go for some feel-good fun... Don't let the blind guy pilot a sled. CW: Accidental injury, guilt.

'Peppering Kisses All Over Their Face' Silver & Gold - Chapter Six. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Lia gives Yoshi one hell of a birthday surprise. CW: all the smut, as always. Photography/videography. Emotions and things. The typical fluffiness. 'Continuously Running Up Against the Other' On The Tide - Chapter Two. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter's true nature is revealed, the Captain finds him a hinderance and an optimistic bastard, but the sailor’s rough exterior is stripped  away a little. CW: Vomiting (seasickness), surgery mentions, historical physical trauma mentions

'Blizzard' Hail Hydra - Chapter Eleven. Bucky gets to his new home, and is treated with surprising tenderness- until he isn't. CW: Violence, slavery, implied risk to life. 'Can't Open Their Eyes' Hail Hydra - Chapter Ten. Things begin to reach their climax, and an announcement reaches the Soviet compound. CW: Forced to kill; death of PoWs; mentions of torture, neglect and abuse; gun violence. 'Breakfast in Bed' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter Twenty-Two. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. Clint ends up snotty and wheezy after his time face-down in the snow, so Matt takes care of him. CW: Illness (non-vomiting), reference to previous injury.

'Everything Comes With a Price' Hail Hydra - Chapter Twelve. Bucky settles into his prolonged captivity until his creator is ready to return to him, and finds out exactly what it means to obey without question. CW: Restraint, forced obedience, physical punishment, sexual slavery/non-con, self-induced vomiting, disassociation following trauma. 'Not Their First Love, But Surely The Last' (Alternate) With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 24. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. It's the finale! 'Their Fingers Brush Together' (Alternate) On The Tide - Chapter One. Bucky Barnes x Male OC. Bucky Barnes, but make it ‘Environmental Activist AU’. And also queer. Always queer. Trans!Bucky gets a job fighting for the innocents of the ocean – and seems to be of particular irritation and interest to his new Captain.

'Lost in the Woods During a Storm' (Alternate) Silver & Gold - Chapter Eight. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Everyone's favourite couple go exploring - but not everything goes as smoothly as they'd like. CW: Exposure, hypothermia, accidental injury.

@seasonaldelightsbingo

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

On The Tide - Chapter Three  “We ourselves feel what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.”

The Captain is a reluctant caretaker, looking after a needy newbie who is under the weather and desperate for affection and comfort. Prompts met; '25. Nook' - @flufftober; '10. Cold as Ice/Secret Surprise' - @deaddovedec; '10. Freezing' - @whumpcember; 'The Caretaker' - @multifandom-flash (Double); 'Turned to Ice (Alternate) - Winter Wonderland Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo); 'Stop Pretending' - @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); 'Covered With [Insert]' - Fandom-Free Bingo (Frosty Edition) CW: brief discussion of traumatic, historical injury; sickness (non-vomiting).

Boards below the KR. Check the first section out below, or the full chapter on AO3 here!

I woke slowly to the sunlight shifting across my face, causing an irregular flickering that was disarmingly charming. With a soft sigh and a long stretch, I buried my face in the pillow beneath my cheek, inhaling the scent of salt and sweat, masculine and – to my mortification – more than a little arousing. I wonder how weird it would be for me to- “Good morning, soldier.” I sat up with a jerk, wincing at a pain radiating across my nose and cheeks, instantly aware of the throbbing, blocked sensation made worse from my movement. The Captain was nestled in a nook in front of the window, his eyes lowered to a book propped in one hand, the other draped casually over a bent knee. “I-I, uh… Hi. Sorry, Si- Captain. Lieutenant Tyne. Did I oversleep?” My voice was thick and muffled to my own ears, and his dark gaze rose at last, one eyebrow arching. “…Two days in, and you’ve already managed to throw up, and now come down with a cold?” he clarified incredulously, carefully marking his page and placing his book beside him. “As I always say… You Army boys are soft.” “Don’t be mean, I’m sick,” I whined, flopping back against the sheets dramatically. Distantly, I was mildly ashamed of myself, acting so fragile in the presence of a superior officer – but this wasn’t the service, and I was allowed to be more than a mindless, perfect weapon here. I was allowed to be sulky and sick – even if it wasn’t exactly ideal so early in my tenure. Sighing quietly, he moved to sit beside me, frowning when I flinched as his hand approached my forehead. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he scoffed, affronted. “I’m checking if you’re warm.” “I’m freezing,” I griped, unable to keep myself from leaning into his touch just a little as his palm met my skin. “I’m turning to ice over here!” “I don’t know what you expect me to do about it!” he snorted, drawing his hand back. “You have a fever. You need rest, and fluids, and a few days off work. Really pulling your weight so far, aren’t you?” I opened my mouth to snap a response, but his theatrical eye-roll interrupted me. “Calm down, soldier. I’m kidding with you. These things happen – you’ll be right as rain soon enough, but for now,  you’re going to take it easy, okay?” Despite the slight edge of tenderness to his words, his voice was gruff, leaving me confused and disoriented, even as he gently tugged the sheets higher up my bare, scarred chest. “Get a little more rest, Sergeant Barnes. I’ll bring you some water and see if I can’t rustle up you something warm for you to eat – keep your strength up.” Dazed, I could only nod, closing my eyes without complaint as he backed away, compliant and willing under his intense stare.

[heretherebewolves]

And maybe you'll get to marry the baker and have cake on demand.

current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.

[heretherebewolves]

Deal.

btw one of the key components of actually being in a healthy relationship is just asking for things that you want. i keep seeing posts on this website saying 'i really want to do/receive [X] but my partner has never done it'. just ask. 'nobody exchanges love letters anymore' ask. 'i want to have my partner's hair in a locket like the victorians' just ask. 'i want to be bought flowers regularly :((' literally just ask. your partner doesn't know they're being held to these expectations and that you're unhappy unless you tell them. it's so unfair to expect your partner to read your mind. 'it's less special if you have to ask :((' grow up and stop pretending you're the lead in a romcom. when people say communication is crucial they mean it !! just ask !!

[heretherebewolves]

@unfortunate-beetle-and-friends *sobbing*

The trauma of 2020 is still with him

[heretherebewolves]

The latter one definitely sounds like Greg. Give me that sweet, sweet math, professor.

sexual thrill at the mere prospect of cataloging things in a database

[heretherebewolves]

We're lucky boys.

And of course it is. She's a very, very lucky girl.

[heretherebewolves]

Always. Every fucking day, my beloveds. I can't think of anything I want more.

i need to be kissed. pin me against a wall and kiss me like i’m the love of your goddamn life and you didn’t think you’d ever find me