Kisses Bingo

Well, I guess Kisses Bingo is finished. I kinda wish we had known the end date cus I would have pushed a little harder to get my current WIP done in time. It wouldn’t have made a difference in getting a bingo, but it would have added another heart.

My results is no bingo (that counts from calls) My approach to filling it out was to fill them as I got inspiration rather than wait until it’s called and then trying to write something for it.

My @bingokisses Fill Masterpost:

Title: Charcoal and Pastels Author Name: TiBun Fill & Square: First Kiss  Rating: Teen and up Warnings: N/A Pairing: Stony (Steve/Tony)  Word Count: 4,267 Summary: After a night of drinking with Rhodey and Pepper, Tony finds himself signed up for an art class. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/25413550

Title: If Found Author Name: TiBun Fill & Square: Bridal Carry Rating: Teen and up Warnings: N/A Pairing: Winterhawk (Bucky/Clint)  Word Count: 5,461 Summary: Clint expected a normal day at the dog park, he didn’t expect to get caught up in the fluffy bug things the Avengers were fighting. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25482955  

Title: Bake to the Heart Author Name: TiBun Fill & Square: Nose Kiss  Rating: General Warnings: N/A Pairing: Winterhawk (Bucky/Clint) Word Count: 2,071 Summary: No one but Nat know just how good Clint is at baking, so everyone gets a surprise when Clint decides he wants to celebrate a special day that may have gone on forgotten. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25520950

Title: I Want to Hold Your Hand Author Name: TiBun Fill & Square: Wrist kiss Rating:  Teen Warnings:  None Pairing: Winterhawk (Bucky/Clint) Word Count:  4,097 Summary: It’s Bucky’s best friend’s wedding but his eye keeps drifting towards the photographer with the cutest dimples he’s ever seen. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/25943407

Title: Emotional Complications Author Name: TiBun Fill & Square: Adjusting a Clothing Item (chapter 1), Laying Head on Shoulder (chapter 4), KB Just Missed Skin to Skin Touch (chapter 5), Absentminded Kisses/Cuddling (chapter 6), Wiping Away Tears (chapter 7) Rating: E Warnings: Major Character Death Pairing: Ameriwinterhawk (Steve/Bucky/Clint) Word Count: 42951   Summary: Clint was hurting. He’d lost the love of his life, and suddenly life wasn’t something he wanted to participate in as he kept himself locked away from the outside world. Steve hated seeing Clint like that and reached out, hoping to be enough to help the archer experience some of the good in life once more. Neither of them ever expected to see Bucky again. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26842744/chapters/65490652

Title: It’s Warmer with You Around Author Name: TiBun Fill & Square: Tracing fingers between other fingers Rating: T Warnings: N/A Pairing: Winterhawk (Bucky/Clint) Word Count: 2,253 Summary: Clint and Bucky hadn’t told anyone they were together yet, so when Clint ends up being kept in medical again, Bucky spends the days away, getting updates from JARVIS, and sneaking to sit by Clint’s bed at night. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27002671

Title: The Gold in Our Skin Author Name: TiBun Fill & Square: Kiss in the Rain Rating: T Warnings: N/A Pairing: Winterhawk (Bucky/Clint) Word Count: 3,390 Summary: Bucky’s lonely, Clint’s down on his luck, and there’s an offer for a pity coffee to take up. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27259792

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Marvel, American Horror Story: Hotel Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Cannibalism, kind of, They’re vampires, but ahs Hotel vampires, so basically just diseased humans, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Sex, Minor Character Death, Death, Blood Drinking, Non-Consensual Blood Drinking, Sex, Crossover, Foursome - F/M/M/M, winterhawk - Freeform, Established Relationship, One Night Stands, the last night stand if you will, geddit because they die, biting in a sexual context, Biting, Hair-pulling, Praise Kink, Subspace, Crying During Sex, Begging, Mild D/s, tubsharing, kink discussions happen offscreen, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Necrophilia, it’s brief but it’s there Summary:

Bucky and Clint, resident vampires of the Hotel Cortez in LA, have a little fun during, and after, their hunt for the night.

Chapter One: MCU Kink Bingo: Cannibalism ( @mcukinkbingo​ ) Kisses Bingo: Palm Kisses ( @bingokisses​ )

Chapter Two: MCU Kink Bingo: Free Square Kisses Bingo: The Look Across The Room

<bingo cards below the cut>

He’d maybe been half-dozing in the baking sun, lying on his back and feeling the heat work its way into every pore of him. Delicious. If he got a little too hot, he could flop his arm out onto the blanket, where it would land in the shade of the beach umbrella, and thermoregulate that way. The shade was moving closer as the afternoon stretched out. The angel sitting in it was also moving closer, though, so Crowley wouldn’t complain.

When he felt a gentle sort of tickling across his skin, he didn’t think anything of it at first. Bit of something kicked up by the wind. Except it went on, sweeping slowly back and forth on his chest, as delicate as —

He let his eyes slip open. Yeah. As delicate as round fingers, dancing over his skin. Over his scars.

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Ineffable Husbands, INNWverse, a bit over a decade after the end of If Not Now, When.  Y’know how a lot of this AU verse ended up being about healing?  Here’s a beach holiday from after a lot of healing has happened, featuring Crowley getting some of the infinite adoration which he deserved all along.  (Aziraphale gets some love too, of course.  I am still me.)

Can I order some SamBucky goodness? 👀

to hold dear

pairing: sam/bucky

@bingokisses​ fill: first kiss/ pinching cheeks

warning/content: bucky feels, angst, fluff, domesticity, pining, sambucky in fall but in paris now!! ft. lots of tropes

summary: Bucky Barnes was learning, the differences between wanting and having, learning to let himself love another again.

a/n: i took a whole month and two weeks in writing this, and its 14.5k words! it was a labor of love and i feel p good about it so i hope you like it, anon 🥺

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Bucky Barnes didn’t want a lot of things. He’s got a really low bar of standards now, even just waking up without a threat on his life counts as a win. He doesn’t even mind if there wasn’t any more soap in the bathroom; he’s just glad he’s got a shower in the first place. Breakfast? God, he’s just glad that he could walk around a house with his guard let down.

So, Bucky Barnes didn’t want a lot of things, but that’s because he didn’t have the same definition as you and me. He thinks he’s allowed to yearn; for some nice toast, a warm bed, and hot water, but he doesn’t let himself want to have that. It’s okay, he thinks as he pours himself some coffee. He checks the cabinets and finds the cereal, but the milk was only enough for a cup. It’s okay to want things but not have it. It happens.

“Did Steve get his shit together and go to the grocery store? We’re all out of stuff.” Sam Wilson says as he jogs into the kitchen, a good amount of sweat on him from his morning run. He’s doing his usual cooldown routine by the living room couch as he spots the milk carton in Bucky’s hands. “You making cereal?”

Bucky shakes his head and puts back the cereal carton. “Nah. Gonna cook some eggs and make toast, and Steve just left lookin' for you,” he turned back to Sam with a shy face. "You want some hot chocolate? There’s some milk left.”

Sam smiled and nodded as he stretched, and that’s all that Bucky wanted.

It’s good to think about it.

“Blast,” Aziraphale muttered as a book fell out of his hand. He would never shift the rest fast enough to—

Crowley caught it easily. “Let me help you.”

“Ah.” Aziraphale kept his eyes on the shelf in front of him, the faded covers of the tilted books, the motes of dust dancing in the bookshop air. “It…it goes right there.”

“Where?” Crowley stepped up behind him, not quite touching, but so very near. His presence pressed along Aziraphale’s back, as if the air between them had turned solid.

“Just here.” He managed to get the stack of books in need of reshelving balanced on his right hand, while his left hooked one of the heavy tomes on the shelf, pushing the whole line of them straight. “In that gap.”

“Course.”

Slowly, carefully, Crowley’s arm stretched over Aziraphale’s shoulder. His hand – his thumb passed so near Aziraphale could almost feel the brush of it against his cheek.

The book tapped against the shelf, and Crowley leaned forward as he slid it into place, his face coming close alongside Aziraphale’s, his breath tickling across the angel’s ear.

With a quiet shhhh, the book was where it belonged, two fingers of Crowley’s hand resting on the spine. Aziraphale’s hand released the other books, letting them settle into place, leaning against the deep red leather of the newest addition.

He could settle, too, just the tiniest hair of a movement. Rock back a little on his heels, tip his head to the side. Settle against the desert-warm heat that raced up his neck, across his back, down to his core.

Aziraphale’s fingers landed on the red leather just as Crowley’s pulled away, curling as they moved, retracting over his shoulder, past his jaw.

“Anything else?”

Swallowing, Aziraphale turned around, leaning back against the shelf, trying to put some space between them, grateful that there was nowhere to go. “Ah. Well. The rest of these…” He tried to heft the stack of books he held one-handed, nearly spilling them all.

Crowley’s hands snapped into place, resting on either side of Aziraphale’s, taking the weight of the books. He stood unmoving until Aziraphale released them, hand dropping away without ever touching Crowley’s.

It was a dance, of a sort. An intricate, millennia-long dance, learning each other’s movements until they could navigate even the narrowest of spaces without ever quite touching. Crowley’s head tipped forward, just a little, as he pressed the books to his chest, his nose sliding past Aziraphale’s his lips stopping just short—

Crowley stepped back. “Lead the way, Angel.”

A deep breath. Straighten the waistcoat, the jacket, the tie. Back to work. No time for…foolishness.

“Right. This way.”

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“Blast,” Aziraphale muttered as a book fell out of his hand. He’d never turn around fast enough to—

Crowley caught it easily. “You’re too clumsy,” he commented, dropping it back on top of the stack, absentmindedly kissing Aziraphale’s cheek while they were close. “Let me take those.”

Crowley’s arms squeezed around Aziraphale in the narrow cottage stairway, quickly lifting the stack of books. He staggered a little under their weight, and Aziraphale slipped a hand around his waist for balance, fingers resting on his spine. “Are you sure?”

Crowley settled against him with a smile. “Course. I got this. Lead the way, Angel.”

Not clearly established, but this fic is just-barely-pre Arrangement.

“If that’s the way you feel,” Aziraphale said, hand on the door to his one-room hut, “then I suggest you leave, and find some other angel to bother with your nonsense.

“Good! Maybe I can find one who isn’t a self-righteous prick.”

“I’m terribly sorry,” the apology dripped with sarcasm, “that I choose not to blindly trust a devious…manipulative…snake.”

The words hit like a physical blow. Crowley sucked in a breath, tasting a hint of frost in the late-autumn air. “Fine,” he growled, turning away. He’d have to walk through the night to get back to London, but at just that moment he felt angry enough to march all the way to China and back. “Good riddance,” he snapped from the gate around the little garden, but Aziraphale had already shut the door.

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