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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #22 (April 7th - 20th)

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Sweet On You by rookthorne Square filled: Adopted square (April) - Artist/Muse AU Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: tooth rotting fluff, persuasive husbands Summary: Beauty was something that anyone and everyone strived to capture in their life — whether it be by photographs, artistry, the simple but elegant words of poetry. The opportunities were endless and abundant. And your boys were remiss to lose on an opportunity to utilise their skills, on any front. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

A Heart's Embrace by rookthorne Square filled: I2 - Cuddling Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Sleepy!Bucky and Sleepy!Steve, cuddle pile Summary: Your plans are foiled by a cuddle pile. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Shipwrecked by ABrighterDarkness Square filled: N3 - Free Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Shipwreck, Severe Storms Major tags: Moodboard, Pirates, Stranded, Mermaids Summary: He wasn't supposed to survive the storm, no one else had. Format: Moodboard

Undercover Cops by Rufferto Square filled: O1 - Disguises Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe, Brooklyn 9-9 AU, Detectives, Dressing up, partners. Summary: Seasoned partners Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are detectives in Brooklyn 9-9 police department. They've got to catch a baseball coach in the act and have decided to dress up as baseball players. Bucky's always trying to yank Steve's chain and Steve's always trying to prove himself. Unfortunately all the precinct had were old uniforms from when the dodgers were in Brooklyn. One day Steve's gonna say yes just to wipe that smirk off of Bucky's face. In the meantime they have to arrest the coach. Format: Art

call of the moon by aspen | blackwood4stucky Square filled: N3 - free space Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Major tags: omegaverse, werewolf au Summary: The change was by no means new to him, he was true to this barbaric lifestyle, but that meant little as his spine crackled with the shift. It was a cruel fact of life, pain. A ruin is what became of the beast's home, but beauty can still be found in the wilds. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Beauty Impossible To Reach by endlesstwanted Square filled: Adopted square (April) - AU: Artist/muse Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Established Relationship, Artist Bucky Barnes Summary: Bucky paints something special for Steve’s birthday. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

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call of the moon

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu | 🅴 | 🔞

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tags: fantastical elements, omegaverse, werewolf au, some blood and violence

The change was by no means new to him, he was true to this barbaric lifestyle, but that meant little as his spine crackled with the shift. It was a cruel fact of life, pain. - A ruin is what became of the beast's home, but beauty can still be found in the wilds.

bingo fills + event prompts

@afgomegaversebingo | scent marking

@anyfandomangstbingo | werewolf au

@anyfandomdarkbingo | revenge

@anyfandomgoesbingo | breeding

@badthingshappenbingo | wiping the other’s tears away

@buckybarnesevents: babb2023 | wet & messy [jan prompt]

creatures & cryptids: into the wilds | lycan

@eclipsingbingo | first time

@fandombingo

mcu card | omegaverse rpf card | identity reveal

@fandom-free-bingo

valentine’s edition | werewolf au world book night edition | free space

@kinky-things-happen | knotting

@marvel-smash-bingo | free space

@multifandom-flash

april | free space march | enchanted forest omegaverse | scent fetish

@stuckybingo | free space

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | laceration

@ultimatechrisbingo | free space

@yearoftheotpevent | august: au of your choice

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

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stuckybingo · 7 days

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Undercover Cops

Bingo: Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3, Square filled B3, prompt: Brooklyn Dodgers, card number SB3017 Bingo: Stucky Bingo Round 5, Square filled: O1, prompt: Disguises, card number 5002 Pairing: Steve Rogers & BuckyBarnes Title : Undercover Cops Warnings: No archive warnings apply. Rating: Teen Tags: Alternate Universe, Brooklyn 9-9 AU, Detectives, Dressing up, partners. Summary: Seasoned partners Steve Rogers and Bucky barnes are detectives in Brooklyn 9-9 police department. They've got to catch a baseball coach in the act and have decided to dress up as baseball players. Bucky's always trying to yank Steve's chain and Steve's always trying to prove himself. Unfortunately all the precinct had were old uniforms from when the dodgers were in Brooklyn. One day Steve's gonna say yes just to wipe that smirk off of Bucky's face. In the meantime they have to arrest the coach.

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stuckybingo · 8 days

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@steverogersbingo Square A5 - Pirate @stuckybingo Square N3 - Free

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 5 #participant reblog #abrighterdarkness #moodboard #rated g

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stuckybingo · 8 days

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

You should have known that things were never going to go to plan within that household — no matter how badly you wanted to start your day by treating your boys, they had other ideas, and accomplices.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༄ Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ༄ 1.0k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ༄ Fluff, Sleepy!Bucky and Sleepy!Steve, cuddle pile

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ༄ Cuddle pile? Cuddle. Pile. ༄ I've been struggling lately, so I am sending you all love in the form of my Firefighter!Bois and their cuddles.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ༄ high, high, high by Camylio

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ༄ @anyfandomfluffbingo 𝗡𝟮 — Falling Asleep — Masterlist ༄ @stuckybingo 𝗜𝟮 — Cuddling — Masterlist ༄ @buckybarnesevents Build a Bucky Bingo ჻჻჻ Waking Up Together (July) — Masterlist ჻჻჻ Domestic (April) — Masterlist

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The morning sun was bright through the living room windows and curtains while you sipped your warm, steaming drink.

You watched, eyes hooded with sleepiness, while birds chittered and chirped on the branches of the trees. It was a quiet, serene start to the day. Both Steve and Bucky were fast asleep still, cuddled up in bed with one another where you left them not even an hour or so ago.

The multiple blankets covering your lap warmed you to your cold, chilled bones, and you sighed with a soft happiness — the day would be slow and sleepy, comfortable within the walls of the place you came to call home.

With a small hum, a nameless tune you came to associate with comfort, you moved your feet to rest atop the couch cushions, and you tucked the blanket beneath your thighs. The warm, fuzzy socks that covered your feet tickled your toes while you wriggled them into the plush fabric.

Your mind wandered back to the two slumbering men down the hall — you wondered what they would want to do for the day, would it align perfectly with your idea of rest and relaxation? Who knew, though what you knew for certain was that you were a master of persuasion.

You loved the days the two of them had off and away from the station — they loved their jobs more than anyone in the world, but they still needed to rest and recharge.

Which is exactly what you had planned for them for the whole entirety of the day.

To start, you would cook them breakfast and bring it to them in bed, then it would be a binge watch of the show they had been obsessed with for the past few weeks — though you paid it no mind, you liked to watch how their brows furrowed in frustration or exasperation whenever a character did something idiotic.

Or, as Bucky liked to say: “Hey, Stevie, they’re followin’ your train of thought.”

Only he would have a pillow thrown at his face in retort, and it never missed its target.

You huffed a quiet laugh while you glanced at Cleo and Cap, who lay snoozing in their beds. Their dads truly were characters.

Quiet, shuffling footsteps came from down the hallway, and you glanced upwards to see a broad figure dazedly walking into view — it was Steve, all tousle haired and grumpy from being awake so early, and you frowned. “Stevie? What’s up, why aren’t you in bed?”

Steve started in place and blinked furiously. The blue of his eyes was an ocean to the black of his pupils — the light from the sun making it hard for him to make out your perch on the couch. “Ch’rry–?”

The rasp of his morning voice gave you shivers. “Yeah, handsome,” you cooed, shuffling backwards on the couch cushions to make room for the lumbering sleepyhead. “Why are you up so early?”

“Why’re you up s’early, doll?” Steve asked incredulously, staring at the windows with narrowed eyes. “Not even midday, come back t’a bed.”

You snorted a laugh quietly and shook your head. “Can’t, I’ve got plans for you and Buck.”

Steve turned sharply to look at you, his eyes still narrowed. “No.”

“No–?”

His feet dragged over the carpet as he made his way over to you, and he flopped down onto the couch by your feet with a grunt. “No,” he said again, his speech slurred from sleep. “Not goin’ nowhere.”

And he leaned sideways, his side resting against your shins, pinning you in place. “Steve–”

“No,” he mumbled, and he wriggled until his shoulders were against the back of the couch. Then, by some miracle, he placed himself between your legs and the cushions — his back pressed into the cushions, while his muscled chest covered only by a cotton shirt, brushed against the blanket that covered you.

You watched with absolute bewilderment while he lay his head down on your stomach, leaving his body curled around your legs.

“Are you okay there?” you laughed, the muscles of your stomach making Steve’s head shake while you chuckled. “Comfortable?”

“Mhm.”

From the hallway where Steve appeared, you heard more shuffled footsteps, then, “Where are– St’ve? Cherry, baby?” Bucky rasped. “Woke up ‘n’ you two were– Oh.” Bucky blinked slowly, then smiled dumbly, like he had found the most comfortable place to curl up and fall back to sleep.

“Oh, no, no– Wait!” You giggled and squirmed while Steve moved even closer against your side to make room for his husband. “Bucky, wait!”

It was too late.

Bucky, the impossible, incorrigible man that he was, took his place on your other side by carefully pushing you closer to the back of the couch, effectively squishing Steve in the process. “Bucky!” Steve grumbled, pouting up at his husband.

“M’ve,” Bucky mumbled, and he unceremoniously flopped down beside you with a quiet, “oof.”

“Oh my god,” you said aloud, looking between the two men, and you suddenly thanked the intuition that told you to buy a big ass couch when they asked for your input on furniture. Bucky’s head rested on your shoulder, his forehead in the crook of your neck; Steve rested his head back down onto your stomach. “Are you both comfortable now?”

“Nah,” Bucky rasped, moving his legs slightly in the pile of limbs. He lifted his head to look over towards the two puppies that lay watching, their ears perked forward. “C’mere, babies.”

The two puppies took off like bullets from their beds and launched themselves onto the couch at your feet, by Steve’s thighs.

“Are we comfortable now?” you asked quietly, smiling still. The two puppies settled and sighed contentedly, and they stared up at you with doe eyes; light glittered over the dark pupils of their eyes from the morning sun.

“Mhm,” both Bucky and Steve hummed, and they simultaneously squeezed you tightly before relaxing their grips.

A soft snore sounded from around your belly a few moments later, and an even quieter huff of breath tickled the skin of your neck.

Looks like breakfast would have to wait, you thought, watching the steady rise and fall of your family’s chests — the calming synchronicity of it all lulling you into a deep state of calm.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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stuckybingo · 8 days

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Beauty was something that anyone and everyone strived to capture in their life — whether it be by photographs, artistry, the simple but elegant words of poetry. The opportunities were endless and abundant.

And your boys were remiss to lose on an opportunity to utilise their skills, on any front.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𖠺 Tattoo Artist!CW!Bucky Barnes x Florist!F!Reader x Tattoo Artist!Nomad!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𖠺 1.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𖠺 Tooth rotting fluff, the boys know how to get what they want

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 𖠺 I have no words to excuse the softness in this fic — I needed it, so y'all gonna get it.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𖠺 @stuckybingo 𝗢𝟯 — Artist/Muse AU (April Adoptable) — Masterlist

𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Petal… What would you say to me, if I asked you, if you could maybe stand still long enough for me to draw you?”

You blinked, then looked up at Bucky, who was staring back at you with a quirked smile on his full lips. There was a flutter of movement you would have mistaken for him placing his phone out of sight. “What?”

“I said,” he replied, “I want to draw you, in a roundabout way.”

The stalks in your grasp rustled with the sudden shiver that flew up your spine — you watched both Steve and Bucky work at their craft for hours on end, and you never could truly take in how their hands could be so soft, so nimble and practised over the paper.

One thing that you adored beyond words when they began, was the sound of their pencils over the paper. The soft scratches of lead over the thickened, artist sheets, to the soft frowns of concentration that pulled their lips downwards.

But the most beautiful thing to witness while they were in their element?

It was the smile.

The blindingly bright, joyful, beaming smile that they shared with one another when they caught the other’s gaze, whether it be through the corner of their eyes, or a sneaky glance when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

They were the purest, sincerest form of love and adoration; a devotion beyond words, and here Bucky was, while Steve was running errands, asking if he could draw you.

“I, uh– Um–” You stuttered, still blinking owlishly at him while he continued to watch you — the soft smile still on his lips turned more into a sly smirk the longer you stared at him. “You– You want to draw me? While I work?”

Bucky nodded once, the loose strands of hair from the bun at the nape of his neck swaying. “Yeah, pretty girl,” he purred. “I wanna add you to my sketchbook, I want you to capture my muse…”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you, baby,” he laughed. The black shirt that hugged his chest wrinkled with the movements of his shoulders, and before you could reply, he stood before you. That damned smirk was still pulling at the corner of his lips. “No doubt Stevie will too, when he gets back—which’ll be any minute.” He leaned down onto the counter to better look into your eyes, and he rested his chin on his fist. “C’mon, sweetheart.”

You stared back into Bucky’s soft gaze, floundering internally for a response that did not involve imploding with the violently crashing emotions in your mind. The sincerity of such a request; the implications of being among the works of such renown professionals; being called their muse.

Before you could answer Bucky’s request, the doorbell chimed with the arrival of a new customer, and you looked over his shoulder to greet them. “Hello, welcome to– Oh, hey, Stevie,” you said happily.

Strong arms were held behind his back, and blue eyes searched your face, then his partner’s. “What’s goin’ on…?”

“I was just askin’ Petal if I could draw her, I wanted to capture her in an artwork to better…”

“To show our muse how beautiful she is, Buck?” Steve smiled fondly, his gaze moving from his husband back to you. “He’s not wrong, doll. Can we?”

“Oh, god,” you groaned, covering your face with your hands. The blooms you were focusing on were long left on the counter, their flowers casted over the countertop. “Guys–”

“Come on, love,” Steve said softly. “You don’t even have to stop working—it’ll be like we’re not here, just focus on you and what you do so beautifully day in and day out. It’s easy, I promise.”

Then Steve presented Bucky with a sketchbook from behind his back. Their eyes never left yours while they handled the pages and lead pencils, along with a few brushes and neutral paints. Both battered their lashes and pouted at you.

“You two are impossible,” you declared, staring between them. “Utterly impossible.”

“But you love it,” Bucky reminded you, and you conceded with a nod.

A heavy, resigned sigh raised and lowered your shoulders. “Okay, fine, you can do– Do that, just don’t ask me to pose. I have to get this stuff done.”

“Deal,” they said in unison, and they rushed over to a bench seat with bouquets on either side of the arms, placed on small, rounded tables.

You could hear the rustle of paper and the soft, subtle crunching sound of the spines being moved — a new pair of sketchbooks? You glanced upwards to where they sat as you walked behind the counter, and it was true, the two of them had brand new sketchbooks.

The black, leather covers were plain and innocuous, and you wouldn’t have guessed they were for any purpose but for sketches, until you caught a quick glimpse of something on one of Bucky’s pages: a single flower with petals blooming wide and far. Textured lines and soft shading brought the petals to life, and from your distance, you just made out a line in cursive text…

Petal’s Beauty.

“Bucky?”

The page was long passed in his haste to find the perfect sheet to draw on, and the brunette looked up from the paper with his eyebrows raised in question.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You know what I mean,” you huffed, narrowing your eyes. “What was that?”

He continued to feign innocence. “I don’t know what you mean, baby. Now stand there for us and get to work, so we can get to work.”

“Unbelievable,” you muttered, picking up the stems of Baby’s Breath you were working with before. “Unbelievable, I get asked to do the–”

“You’ll be rewarded for this, sweetheart,” Steve added quietly. You looked up from the blooms to Steve’s face, only he was staring down at the paper, his pencil held gently in his fingers while he made lines of lead on the page.

“If you say so.” And you shrugged, resigned to the knowledge that every last move you would make — for however long it would take to be drawn — you would be closely observed.

The space fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft Disney songs playing on the speakers and the soft scratches of the boy’s pencils on their paper. It was soothing and relaxing, using your hands to manipulate nature; to create something more than what mother nature dreamed of as she created flora.

It was a familial belief, one that had been passed down the women in your family for generations — every single one of them a part of Fantasy Floristry in one way or another.

Through the shop windows, between the shelves and displays of arrangements, the sun slowly rose and fell as you worked, and you found your feet aching once the early afternoon rolled around. “Boys, do you want to get some lunch, maybe? I’m thinking maybe something we all love. Like pizza.”

“Yeah,” they said in tandem. It was a monotonous reply, and you looked up from your phone where you were searching for a spot to eat.

You found both of them sitting stock still while their hands flew over the paper in their laps. “How is it going?” you asked quietly, still standing in place. “Can I move?”

“Yeah,” they said in tandem, again. The assurance wasn’t enough for you to dare move a muscle from your designated spot as their muse.

After a few moments, their pencils slowed down and you tentatively moved one foot, then the other. “Boys? Did you hear me?”

Steve blinked; Bucky shook his head. Their eyes found yours and they smiled happily. “Yeah,” Bucky said.

“You ready to see, doll?” Steve asked, tilting the paper up and out of plain sight. “We’re done.”

“Alright,” you whispered, still unsure.

What would be revealed when they showed you their creations? Would it be beyond words and leave you breathless? Would you simply fall to your knees in your own shop, unable to take in such an overwhelming sense of love?

“Show me.”

Both Bucky and Steve turned their sketchbooks around simultaneously, the once blank page now covered in neat, smooth lines and shading of graphite.

It took a moment to take in what you were seeing — the lines all converged in one place: you, standing behind your counter, bouquet in one hand while you grinned at the viewer with such fondness you could feel the comfort radiate from the lead itself.

Flowers of all kinds lined the wall behind you, and while they weren’t coloured outlandishly as they presented in that moment of time, the soft hues and tones of brown, beige, and white added a subtle woodsy-home feel that encompassed you in an unexplainable warmth.

Not only had they replicated just how welcoming you wished to be for anyone that ventured into your small, little slice of heaven, they captured just how happy you were to be there.

“Oh my–” You rushed forward, wordlessly gasping and hiccupping on suppressed sobs. Bucky collected you in his arms; Steve shuffled closer and held you both in an embrace. “They’re beautiful– Oh, god, I’m a mess–”

“Nah,” Bucky chuckled, shaking you slightly. “You’re cute. And you’re ours.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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Steve Rogers, PA | @sparkagrace steve x bucky | teen | wip

tags: winter soldier Bucky Barnes, personal assistant Steve Rogers, beefy Steve, hunkyclinks, canon div, fluff, crack taken seriously

Steve Rogers didn’t intend to work for an assassin, uh, mercenary, but it turns out he’s a pretty good personal assistant. The hours are pretty good, he gets to work on his thesis… and his boss - the Winter Soldier - isn’t too bad to look at either. But Steve might find that this job is more than he bargained for.

A fic series created for @buckybarnesevents’ Build a Bucky Bingo with some prompts from @stuckybingo.

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 5 #participant reblog #sparkagrace #fic #rated t

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We are halfway through the month! Only another 15 days to complete the monthly challenge or create and submit a work for this month's adoptables!

April, Come She Will

It is not an April Fools Joke! With a new month upon us, we’ve got a new set of Challenges and Adoptables! If you haven’t signed up to participate in Stucky Bingo Round 5, it is not too late! Fill out this form to get your own shiny card.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Monthly Challenges, here are the rules:

At the beginning of each month during the round, we will put out three (3) prompts. You can use one, two, or all three prompts along with a square from your bingo card, and you will earn a badge created for the theme!

April prompts are:

Diamond

Pranks/Practical Jokes

Trip Planning

Once you have completed the challenge, fill out the submission form as you usually would for a bingo fill, and be sure to check at the bottom to say that it's part of the monthly challenge. These prompts are to be used in conjunction with a square on your bingo card, not in place of one.

Ten (10) SFW adoptable prompts are available below. Anyone who has already signed up for a bingo card can adopt one (no need to tell us you are claiming it until you fill out the submission form) and use it as they see fit to replace another prompt on their card.

But before you go crazy, there are two rules:

1) You can only adopt one (1) prompt per month. This includes anything from the ⁠NSFW adoptables, which are only available to view on our Discord server to those who are 18+

2) The prompt must be completed and submitted before the end of the month. Any Adopted prompts submitted after the month they are issued will be ignored. If you are having issues with submitting an adopted prompt before the end of the month, please let us know by ⁠Discord or email.

April Adoptables are:

"I’m not looking for forgiveness. And I’m way past asking permission."

Nose kisses

Weather Event

Silver Fox Bucky

Infinity Stones

Bucharest

John Walker

AU: Changed into an animal

AU: Artist/muse

Image: Bucky Rescuing a passed-out Steve in "What If...?" Season 1 Episode 1, "What If... Captain Carter Were the First Avenger?"

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask us here on Tumblr, email us at [email protected], or ask us on the discord server.

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Steve is trying his best

Bingo: Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3, StuckyBingo Round five Card: Rufferto and number SB3017, StuckyBingo Rufferto 5002 Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Square Filled: D1 for Steve Rogers Bingo, B1 for Stucky Bingo Title : Steve is trying his best. Prompt: "Long Distance Relationship", "Long distance for Stucky Bingo Warnings: No archive warnings apply. Rating: Teen Tags: Steve shirtless, Facetiming, awkward poses, blushing, Notalone Summary: Bucky had to go to California for six months and Steve is stuck in New York. They make time to talk as much as possible but it's hard. Steve just wants to prove to Bucky that he's capable of being sexy on the phone just like any other boyfriend. Tony might have dared him. Bucky appreciates it, Steve just needs to learn to pick his timing better.

I will eventually fix up the lighting on his chest but I may forget.:P

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The Man On The Bridge by endlesstwanted Square filled: G5 - Looking after each other Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Reflection, Amnesia, Bucky Barnes-centric Summary: He thinks about the man who spared his life. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

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stuckybingo · 13 days

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✒Dig My Grave, Both Wide and Deep

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Steve takes his first step towards living in the 21st Century without Bucky by his side now that he hasn't got an alien invasion to distract him from grief. In which, Steve visits Bucky's grave and realises Bucky would have wanted him to live the life he couldn't have.

This fic was written for the @catws-anniversary under prompt '1940s', and for @stuckybingo under prompt '1930's', as a part 2 in my series A little something called 'History'.

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stuckybingo · 14 days

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Heaven Only Knows

Managed to write a full fic for @catws-anniversary, day 2nd prompt — Memories. Read on Ao3 here.

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags: Canon Divergence - Post-CATWS, Memories, Childhood Friends, Mutual Pining, Reunions, Bucky-centric

Summary: Dreams he has of a blonde boy, and a later realisation.

Wordcount: 736

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‘Til the end of the line | Stucky

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> WinterSoldier!Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> After another sleepless night and some stories about Steve and Bucky, they find him and Bucky can confess the feelings he has for Steve.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2012

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) violence, mention of brainwashing

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | April 4 | Theme: ‘Til the end of the line | Helicarrier, 1940’s, Reunion, “Schoolyard and battlefield”, Favourite Stucky scene | @catws-anniversary

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Bucky turns around in his bed, throwing his head from one side to the other. His breathing is heavy, and when a sudden scream leaves his lips, he immediately wakes up. Tears are burning in his eyes, slowly falling down his cheeks, his chest raising and falling fast, and his muscles tensing while he looks around. Sweat is covering his body, and he sits up, listening to the sound of his dog tags touching one another. A sound that calms him down slowly. He rarely has a night where he isn’t waking up himself, screaming, and crying because of another nightmare. Bucky’s hand slides to the side, touching the cool floor, and he sighs softly. He knows he is at home; he is at the Avengers compound. A soft knock on his door, and the door opens quietly. Bucky’s gaze snaps towards the door.

“Bucky? You’re fine?” Natasha asks, looking through the now-open door of his room.

His eyes are still red, and trails of tears cover his face, but he nods softly. Bucky inhales deeply, sliding his fingers through his hair. He tries to smile at her to ensure he is oke but Natasha walks into the room, claiming the door then and walking closer to the soldier. She smiles, encouraging him, knowing Bucky is embarrassed of himself for screaming and crying in his sleep once again. She lets herself take a seat next to him on the ground; her hand makes its way to his bare back, and she draws small circles on it.

When she did that the first time after Bucky saw Steve on the bridge a while ago and him not recognizing Bucky, she sat next to him as well, waiting until Bucky told her about the nightmares he has, and he said sorry a lot. He felt bad for waking her up because he had a nightmare. Natasha made sure that she did it because they are friends and because she knew it’s not easy to see someone he knows so well, someone he loves, who acted like he didn’t know Bucky anymore. The sweat never stopped her from touching him because she knows he needs it; he needs someone who is there and someone he can be closer to so he won’t feel alone anymore. And since then, she often spends the night with Bucky; they talk, sometimes she just helps him to calm down, and then they both sleep. They are friends, good friends, and even though they are so close, both of them have no other feelings than best friends have for each other.

“We will find Steve, and he will remember. Do you wanna have some hot chocolate too?” She asks, knowing that Bucky loves them just as much as she does.

“With whipped cream and marshmallows,” Bucky says, chucking softly. “Let me take a shower first.”

Bucky got up from the floor, reaching for Nat’s hand and pulling her up as well. He then takes some clothes, walking toward the bathroom while Natasha walks to the door, which leads into the floor. She just opens it, facing Bucky and smirking playfully.

Don’t take too long, old man. Otherwise, the chocolate will be cold.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and walks into the bathroom, hearing Natasha laughing. Then he takes off his boxers and gets into the shower. The hot water relaxes his tensing muscles; the scent of the shampoo he uses makes him sigh softly; and he enjoys the hot water running down his body. He washes the sweat off his body, letting the hot water fall down on his body a while longer before he gets out of the shower and drys himself. Bucky rubs his long brown hair dry and then wraps the towel around his waist. He always feels better when he has a nice, hot shower. After doing everything in the bathroom, including taking on his fresh clothes, he makes his way out of his room and into the kitchen, where Natasha is already waiting for him. He inhales the sweet scent of the hot chocolate and the marshmallows in the room, smiling softly.

“Smells delicious as always when you make that hot chocolate.”

When Bucky reaches his best friend, she hands him a cup of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. Then they both walk to the couch, letting themselves fall down on it and making it comfortable. Bucky hums when he tastes the chocolate, causing Natasha to laugh.

“Do you want to tell me more about you and Steve from the 40’s?” She asks softly, so he doesn’t have the feeling that she puts him under pressure.

Bucky thinks for a moment; she already knows a bit about them both, but there are some more things he hasn’t told her yet. There are some funny things he really wants to tell her. So he does exactly that, with a smirk he licks with his tongue over his lips.

“There was the event; it was supposed to show things that will be created in the future. Even though the flying cars aren’t working yet. But before we went there, Steve was in the cinema, and I think he loved to get punched. He told the boy, who was stronger and taller than Steve, to be quiet because he wanted to watch the movie. They went outside into the alley next to the cinema. You should have seen little Steve lifting his fists and jumping up and down in front of the guy who was almost two Steve’s big,” Bucky says, laughing when he remembers the small Steve jumping up and down to punch the boy in front of him. “And then the guy punched him, and Steve got up and told him he could do that all day. But the way he jumped up and down like a bouncing ball was really cute.”

Natasha laughs so hard that she almost spills her chocolate on Bucky. Bucky takes a sip of his chocolate before he has another funny story in mind, which he tells her.

“During that show, Steve went to something like a museum. There was a picture of a soldier, and when you were standing in front of it, you saw your face as that of the soldier. But Steve was too small, so he wasn’t able to see his face there. It was pretty cute. Later, we went to war, and the people always said ‘schoolyard and battlefield, and we were always there together. First with sticks, then with uniforms.’”

They both chuckle softly, and after a while and a few more stories of Steve and Bucky, Sam walks with Fury into the room.

“Steve, you know me. You know me your whole life,” Buck says, looking at his best friend.

“I don’t know you.”

The cold eyes and the coldness in his voice lets Bucky shiver. Steve still looks confused at Bucky, but at the same time, he looks like he remembers his best friend. The man he used to love in their 40’s, the man who protected him until Steve got imprisoned by Hydra after he turned into “Captain America” which turned out to be an experiment Hydra did. He wasn’t Captain America; they just told him, so they got him into the ‘Winter Soldier program’. But since Bucky said his name and he kind of remembered the other man, he is even more confused. Who is he? Where is the other man?

“Your name is Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky says.

“Shut up!” Steve shouts, overwhelmed by his emotions.

The brown-haired man looks so familiar, but as much as Steve tries, he doesn’t get the things together to get to know where he knows the other man. He told the Agents of Hydra that there was a man on the bridge, someone he knew. But the agents didn't pay attention; they brainwashed him to make sure he did his job and didn't get distracted during his missions. Steve’s eyes slide from Bucky to his shield and back at Bucky, then he punches him, and the brown-haired man staggers back but gets his balance back and looks at Steve.

“I’m not gonna fight you. You’re my friend,” Bucky explains, letting the weapon he holds in his hand fall down.

'Actually, you’re more than a friend to me,’ he thinks, but doesn’t say that just yet. His breathing is heavy, and the sweat is running down his skin. Steve is breathing just as heavily as Bucky, his jaw clenched, and he holds his shield tightly in his hand, pressed against his body. The moment the weapon falls through a hole in the helicarrier, Steve walks closer to Bucky, throwing his shield in the direction of his best friend and hitting him. Bucky walks a few steps backwards before he falls down, and Steve uses the moment to throw himself on top of him.

“You’re my mission.”

Steve’s fist meets Bucky’s face harshly, blood flowing out of his nose, but he doesn’t do anything to get his best friend off of him. He knows Steve doesn’t remember him; he knows that Steve is brainwashed.

The helicarrier around them slowly breaks into pieces. Steve is still on top of Bucky, punching his best friend over and over again.

“You. -punch- Are. -punch- My. -punch- Mission.”

Steve breathes heavily; his chest is falling and raising fast, while he looks down and into the ocean-blue eyes of his best friend.

“Then finish it, ‘cause I’m with you ‘til the end of the line,” Bucky says, waiting for Steve to punch him once again, but he doesn’t.

Steve’s eyes widen, and he remembers the man in front of you. The moment he said that sentence to Bucky when they were together in the Hydra base.

“Get out of here.”

"No, not without you- because I’m with you til the end of the line,” Steve shouts back.

The hand of Steve falls down; he is just about to get off of Bucky. Suddenly it cracks next to them, and in the next moment Bucky falls down, landing just a few moments later in the river.

“Bucky,” Steve mumbles.

Without hesitation, Steve jumps after Bucky, catching him and swimming with him in his tight grip out of the river. Bucky’s eyes are closed, and he seems unconscious. Steve lets himself fall down next to his best friend, his fingers running through his soft hair, while he admires the beauty of the brown-haired man.

“Buck,” he mumbles, lifting the head and shoulders of his friend off the ground and placing Bucky on his lap. “My Bucky.”

Slowly, the man wakes up, feeling warm but with wet legs underneath his body. He opens his eyes just a bit, seeing his best friend through his lashes.

“S-Steve?”

“Bucky, hey. Buck, it’s me. H-how are you?”

Bucky chuckles, looking at Steve and lifting his hand to caress Steve’s check.

“I’m good. I-i missed you. I never thought I’d see you again. But you’re here. Please don’t leave again, Stevie. I-I love you.”

“I won’t, Buck. I’m here, and I love you too. Do you want to be mine?” Steve mumbles, and Bucky nods euphorically.

He leans down until their lips meet; the kiss is soft, and they both move their lips carefully but with so much passion against each other. Bucky smirks softly, his hand sliding through the blond hair of Steve. And suddenly Steve’s feelings and memories are back; he knows all he ever felt for his best friend and all he still feels for him.

“But Bucky, they will look after me.”

“I will protect you, Stevie.”

“And we’re there for you too,” Natasha says behind them, smirking at Bucky, who has red cheeks and looks at his best friend.

Steve lets Bucky sit up. The brown-haired man leans closer and kisses Steve once again before they both get up.

“Let’s get some food first; I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry, birdy,” Natasha and Bucky say at the same time.

Steve chuckles, wrapping his arm around his now-boyfriend’s waist and pulling him closer.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨

𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.

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sometimes i hold you closer (just to know you're real) by moodymelanist Square filled: N3 - Free Space Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Post-Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Reunited and It Feels So Good, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Feels, POV Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky shows up on Steve’s doorstep after the helicarriers, and Steve allows himself to think, we’re going to be alright. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

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Tried to drift but don't know how

E | 10.4k | no archive warnings | tags: canon-divergence - tws; adventures in renovating the apartment you also destroyed; identity issues; top Bucky/bottom Steve; Steve feels; starting over

“If you’re gonna stand there admiring your handiwork,” Steve says to the construction paper he’s laying over the hardwood floor, “the least you could do is pitch in.” Bucky doesn’t move from the shadows of the window frame. But Steve can see in the dark, too. Can see his suppressed smile tick, then reset. There’s a soft whir as Bucky points at the kitchen island, where the granite countertop is cracked down the middle. Then a Steve-sized hole in the living room drywall. “That was all you,” he says, before picking up a drop cloth off the floor and covering Steve’s couch.

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Written for @catws-anniversary theme: To The End of The Line. Thank you Tej and Maya for organizing such an epic event! Consider this my humble contribution to the time-honored tradition of pretending canon ends in Brooklyn, where the boys experience a lot of big feelings and also kiss and nothing bad ever happens again, the end.

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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #21 (March 31st - April 6th)

If you would like a shiny Bingo Card of your own, you can fill out this form! Don’t forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page by aspen | blackwood4stucky Square filled: I4 - kink: breeding Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/non-con, Graphic depictions of violence, alpha x alpha, non con drug use, triggered mating Major tags: body horror, forced sex, non traditional omegaverse, triggered mating, secondary gender modification Summary: “A peculiar scent fills Steve’s nose as he wakes slowly. He knows that scent, it is one that still haunts him, that whispers his failures in his ears like prayers.” There were turncoats on the Lemurian Star. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

A Daddy's Himbo by Metalbvcky Square filled: N3 - Free Space Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern AU, Dom/sub, Bathroom Sex, Rimming Summary: Bucky wakes up beside his ex the morning after their reunion. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Good Luck List by sparkagrace Square filled: B5 - steve's list Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: established relationship, shrinkyclinks, superstitions, alternate povs, non-linear timeline Summary: Steve has a list of items and traditions that have always brought him luck. These have led him to multiple wins at the pub quiz nights, appearances on three quiz shows, and at last to a finalist position on Mastermind. However, the greatest thing his lucky charms have brought him is his husband… who is still on his way back from a mission. - Bucky may not have the same superstitions as Steve, but that won’t stop him racing to get to that studio on time to deliver the last and most important one. Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

Til the end of the line by Buckys-Wintersoldier Square filled: G4 - AU: Winter Soldier Steve Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Slight violence, punches Major tags: Winter Soldier Steve, best friends to lovers, nightmares, fluff Summary: After another sleepless night and some stories about Steve and Bucky, they find him and Bucky can confess the feelings he has for Steve. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Dig My Grave, Both Wide and Deep by hail-americas-ass (Tumblr username) Square filled: O5 - 1930's Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Grief/Mourning, watermelon Major tags: Grief/Mourning, Steve Rogers Character Study, Steve Rogers feels, Jewish Bucky Barnes Summary: Steve takes his first step towards living in the 21st Century without Bucky by his side now that he hasn't got an alien invasion to distract him from grief. In which, Steve visits Bucky's grave and realises Bucky would want him to live the life he couldn't have. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Heaven Only Knows by endlesstwanted Square filled: G2 - Mutual Pinning Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: Underage Major tags: Memories, Childhood Friends, Love Confessions Summary: Dreams he has of a blonde boy, and a later realisation. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Tried to drift but don’t know how by dharmashark Square filled: N3 - Free space Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Body image issues, insomnia, explicit sex Major tags: Post-CATWS, Brooklyn, Nostalgia, Starting Over Summary: “If you’re gonna stand there admiring your handiwork,” Steve says to the construction paper he’s laying over the hardwood floor, “the least you could do is pitch in.” Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

Steve is trying his best by Rufferto Square filled: B1 - Long Distance Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Steve shirtless, Facetiming, awkward poses, blushing, Notalone Summary: Bucky had to go to California for six months and Steve is stuck in New York. They make time to talk as much as possible but it's hard. Steve just wants to prove to Bucky that he's capable of being sexy on the phone just like any other boyfriend. Tony might have dared him. Bucky appreciates it, Steve just needs to learn to pick his timing better. Format: Art

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