Found Family Bingo

[foundfamilybingo]

Hi everyone!

It's been quite a while since this blog has been active, but we are relaunching it!

In the interest of making a fresh start, we've decided to wipe the slate clean starting from six months back. So, if you submitted a request for a card before June of 2022 and still want to participate, we're asking you to submit a new request using our Google form. If you submitted your request during or after June of 2022, you should be getting your card within the next two weeks. Just make sure your submissions are open so you can receive it.

We've also brought in a new mod, Mod S, to help make sure we can keep up with the workload of running the bingo.

Thanks to everyone who's participated so far!

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[noisypaintersong]

Bedside vigil w/ hurt!Tim (Batfam)

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it!! :)

Thank you also to everyone else who sent in requests! I’ll let you know when I’m ready to do another one!

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“Shh, Timmy, it’s okay. I’m here.” Dick murmurs as Tim moans into his chest. “I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

Tim doesn’t answer other than to whimper and dig his fingers into Dick’s side. 

Dick tightens his hold on his little brother. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.” he says even as he closes his eyes and lays his head back against the pillow. At least the screaming has stopped. 

It’s Dick’s fault Tim is like this. Nightwing and Robin had been patrolling together tonight while Bruce was grounded due to a badly sprained ankle from the previous night. Things had been going well until Scarecrow had decided to attack a movie theatre. 

Nightwing and Robin had been able to stop the attack in the nick of time, managing to successfully evacuate the moviegoers before Scarecrow could fill the theatre with his gas. But then they’d gotten separated, and while Nightwing was busy fighting off Scarecrows goons, Robin had ended up facing Scarecrow himself, and Nightwing had been too late to save him from getting a face full of fear gas.

“Hey,” Bruce says, entering Tim’s room in the Manor. “How’s he doing?” 

“Calmer than before,” Dicks answers, keeping his voice low and gentle. “Still clinging to me for dear life, though.”

Dick had administered the antidote as soon as he’d been able to, but even with it, the effects of the fear gas always takes some time to wear off completely.

Bruce hums. “He feels safe with you.”

Dick scoffs. “Fat load of good that did him tonight.” 

Bruise arches an eyebrow at him, and Dick sighs.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have allowed us to get separated.”

Bruce hums again as he settles into the armchair beside Tim’s bed. 

Tim whimpers again, and Dick hushes him again.

“Do you blame me for every time we got separated in the field, and you ended up hurt because of it?” Bruce asks after Tim’s settled somewhat again.

“No,” Is Dick’s immediate answer, but then he sighs again. “Does knowing that make you feel any less guilty?” 

Bruce snorts. “No, I suppose it doesn’t.”

They lapse into silence for a moment, listening to Tim’s ragged breathing.

“I’m sorry,” Dick says after hushing another one of Tim’s terrified whimpers.

Bruce shakes his head. “You don’t need to apologise, Dick. These things happen, but you both made it home alive. That’s what you need to focus on.”

Dick shakes his head. “No - I mean, yeah I am trying to focus on that - but that’s not what I’m apologising for.”

Bruce frowns at him.

“I meant, I’m sorry for every time I made you feel this way every time I got hurt while I was in the field with you as Robin. I get it now, and it sucks.”

Bruce gives him a wry smile. “It does suck. But you don’t need to apologise for that either. Just like I know you don’t blame Tim for what happened to him tonight, I’ve never blamed you for getting hurt in the field.”

“Even when I got hurt because of my own stupidity?” 

Bruce gives an amused huff. “Even then.”

Tim stirs in Dick’s arms, lifting his head and blinking up at Dick with red-rimmed eyes.

“Dick?” he asks in a hoarse, broken voice.

“Hey, Timmy,” Dick says, relaxing at the awareness in the kid’s eyes. “That’s right. I’m right here.” 

“Real?” he asks.

Dick’s heart breaks at that question. He knows all too well how difficult it can be to discern reality from the nightmares. 

“Yeah, Tim. I’m here. This is real.” he answers, squeezing Tim a bit tighter to emphasise his words. 

Tension bleeds out of Tim’s body, and he lets out a shuddering breath.

“Bruce?” he asks after a moment.

“Bruce is here too.” Dick assures him.

Bruce moves from the armchair to the side of Tim’s bed and lays a hand on Tim’s back. “I’m right here, son.”

Tim cranes his head around to see Bruce and then lets out another shuddering breath as his body starts to tremble, a sure sign that the gas’s effects are reaching their end. He turns his head back into Dick’s head and mumbles something. 

Dick only catches the words “dead” and “alone.” The way Tim’s voice breaks on the word “alone” makes Dick feel like he’s being stabbed in the chest. He presses a kiss into his brother’s sweat-soaked hair.

“You’re not alone, Timmy. We’re both alive, and we’re here. You’re not alone, I promise.” Dick swears, pouring as much conviction and assurance into his voice as he can.

Bruce considers them for a moment and then slips under the covers with them, sandwiching Tim between himself and Dick. 

He throws his arms over the both of them and says: “We’re both here, Tim. You’re safe, son.”

Tim murmurs something again. Dick doesn’t catch any of what he says that time, but at least he doesn’t sound as devastated as he had before, and the trembling seems to lessen somewhat. 

Dick presses another kiss into Tim’s hair. “You can rest now, Timmy. Bruce and I have got you, and we’ll both be here when you wake up. Right, Bruce?”

“Right.” Bruce says.

Tim doesn’t respond, but his breath does even out into a sleeping pattern pretty quickly after that. 

It’s only when Tim seems to be truly asleep that Dick feels his own exhaustion wash over him. 

“Get some sleep, Dickie.” Bruce murmurs. 

Dick smiles and with his family safe and with him, it doesn’t take him very long to do just that.

[noisypaintersong]

Foundfam Bingo: Touch Starved (VLD, and either twinganes, broganes, or clone!Shiro with whoever. They all deserve it ;) )

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I kinda sort of included this prompt in my fic a little bit!

@heymynameismollyjk also requested: Touch starved with pidge and Keith?

So here you go guys, hope you enjoy! 

Thank you to everyone for sending me prompts! Keep an eye out for when I ask for one again!! :)

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Pidge notices it in Shiro first. 

In hindsight, it’s not surprising. Any touch he would have experienced in the last year would have been anything but good or comforting, so the way he flinches away from sudden touch is to be expected.

But then Pidge starts to notice little things - the slight reluctance in how he pulls out of hugs, and the way his shoulder touches and squeezes sometimes last a tad longer than normal. She keeps noticing these little moments until one day it hits her that Shiro is probably severely touch starved.

Matt once told Pidge that brains are like unshakable computers, which had prompted her to read a couple of psychology books out of curiosity (those books had told her that Matt was totally wrong and that brains can be hacked by the way) so she knows that touch starvation can lead to things like anxiety and depression. And, well. Shiro already has enough anxiety, he definitely doesn’t need anymore.

Touch starvation is largely fixable, so Pidge makes it her mission to help Shiro. It’s the least she can do after all he’d done to save her brother.

She enlists the others for help too, the more people that are involved, the better. (She’s so focused on Shiro that the look Keith gets on his face when she explains the problem doesn’t really register in her mind.)

Read the rest on AO3

[foundfamilybingo]

are you still sending out cards? if not, can I make my own card? I won't tag the event (or post on the AO3 collection), just use the prompts in a bingo format. I requested twice and no cards came, so I thought I could ask permission to use the prompts and the format. it's ok if I can't tho.

Yes! Oh gosh I’m so sorry, I know this is like... the third time I’ve fallen way behind on getting these cards out, but I’ve been working like six days a week and am in grad school so sometimes things just slip my mind! Messages like this really help keep me on track, though you shouldn’t need to poke me to get cards you’ve requested, so I apologize for that. I’ll get on them likely tomorrow afternoon, so if you don’t see your card by Friday, shoot me another message and I’ll see what’s going on!

- Mod Gav

[potterandpromises]

Gift Giving, for @foundfamilybingo

Christmas morning 2011 isn’t unlike the ones of Nate’s boyhood, it only has more whiskey. Sam would be 13. What would holidays, or life, be like with a 13 year old? No cons, no justice. Would Sam still wake up before 5, jumping into his and Maggie’s bed—

The door, which should be locked, opens. “Marry Christmas! Where is everyone?”

“Parker, we agreed no earlier then 10.”

“You didn’t think that’d actually work.” She sits on the stool next to his, and he realizes she’s wearing a pink Santa hat and the ugliest sweater he’s ever seen. Not a good sign, but it’s Christmas, time for a break.

“Happy Secret Santa.” Parker hands him a small wrapped box, he stands, walks behind the bar and drops it under the counter for later. She looks… hurt, genuinely.

Thankfully, he left the gift for her in a similar place. He holds out a stuffed polar bear wearing all black, complete with a little beanie, and doesn’t look at her face when she gasps, snatches it. He walks away. 

“Wait.” He does. “I thought Hardison was my Secret Santa. He gave me a present last night." 

"Marry Christmas. I’ll see you at 10.”

[foundfamilybingo]

if I request/start to fill a card with a URL and change it, I need to warn you?

Give us a shout if you change your URL so we can keep track of things on our end (whose cards have gone out already, who marked which answer to whether their fills can be reblogged, etc), but go right on ahead and change it! 

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[foundfamilybingo]

Alrighty that should be everybody! Cards are all sent out, unless there was an issue with the blog linked in the google form. If you didn't recieve your card feel free to reach out or submit a new request. Thanks, and enjoy your cards everybody!

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[foundfamilybingo]

Hi! I realize this blog has been dead for a few months but I sent in a request on July 19th and haven't received a card. I don't have tumblr (so I opted to receive it via email). If I (or anyone who doesn't have tumblr) need to follow up after not receiving a card, is there an email address or anything for contact that would be easier than anon tumblr asks?

You’re absolutely right that this blog has been dead for a few months - and that’s mostly on me, my co-mod has been dealing with serious health issues, I’ve just, y’know, dropped the ball amidst the rest of my pandemic juggling - but it’s on my agenda tonight to start getting caught up! So keep an eye on your inbox, you should get that in the next day or two, and if you don’t please feel free to reach back out. 

As for other folks who may be wondering the same question, you should expect the same! If it reaches August 1st and you haven’t received a card, it’s safe to assume there was an issue delivering it (your submit box wasn’t open/couldn’t be located or your initial request didn’t go through, etc), and in that case please feel free to submit a new request and I’ll get right on it. 

(Also - there is indeed an email address - [email protected].)

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[foundfamilybingo]

I saw you answered a previous ask about siblings separated as toddlers, but what about cousins? (Actually, can any relatives that didn't grow up together be considered found family?)

This is just fine!! Feel free to roll with that, we feel it fulfills the spirit of the challenge. 

- Mod Gav

[foundfamilybingo]

do we have to post the stuff we write? if we keep it private (not posting online) does the prompt still count as filled?

You’re welcome to do whatever you like with your prompts, posting-wise. We’re operating on a sort of honor system. If you’ve gotten a bingo on your card, posted or not, you’re welcome to count as having completed a bingo and request a new card if you so wish!! 

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[foundfamilybingo]

Hi! I just found this blog and I thought it was really neat!! Are you still creating cards for people?

Yes indeed we are!! Please feel free to request one through our Google Form! We’d love to have you.

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[foundfamilybingo]

Greetings everybody!! Sorry we’ve been kind of MIA lately, we fell a little behind on cards and answering questions and then everything got really intense what with covid and everything. At any rate! I plan to go through tonight and answer any questions in the inbox and get cards out to those who have requested them. If you remember requesting a card but not receiving one, please feel free to reach out, and I can either confirm that yours is on the way or that we didn’t receive the submission! Again, so sorry for the unintentional hiatus and excited to be back!

- Mod Gav

[heytheredeann]

“Platonic cuddling” fill for the Found Family Bingo, Flynn&Jiya+Rufus, it’s set in the middle of this other fic, so maybe you should check that out for context.

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He was so quick to flee, his body panicking for air that had been sucked out of the room by Lucy’s words, that he only realizes that he has gotten out when the chilly air hits him in the face and the door closes behind him.

There isn’t much to do besides following his legs’ instinct to carry him away from there, away from — away from Lucy, which is the very last thing he thought he’d ever want. Lucy was always his lighthouse, his beacon of hope even in the darkest of times, she — she is not someone he is supposed to need to escape from.

They are only words, he tries to remind himself. She only said a few words, there is no need to — hell, he did so much worse to her. She still sleeps soundly beside him every night, does she not?

But then again, she was always better and stronger than he could ever hope to be.

He hates fighting with her. He hates the way he gets when they fight, how his ugliness starts creeping out when the only thing that he can see is how much of a danger the world poses to his girls, but — but how can he ignore it? He allowed himself that luxury once already and —

Lucy’s words cut through his head once again, cold and unforgiving, reminding him of what happened to the last child unlucky enough to call him her father. He knows that what happened is on him, that he might not have pulled the trigger but Iris and Lorena died as a direct result of his actions. He has never stopped shouldering the blame for what he did.

He doesn’t know why it hurts so much to hear Lucy agree.

[More on Ao3]

[friendlyneighborhoodsecretary]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Happy Hogan & Ned Leeds Characters: Ned Leeds, Peter Parker, Happy Hogan Additional Tags: Post-Spider-Man: Homecoming, Pre-Everything Else, Coma, Angst, Happy Keeps Having to Give Pep Talks, Even If He Maintains He Isn’t Good at It, Being a Friend of Spider-Man is Hard, Ned Leeds Needs a Hug, Ned Leeds is a Good Bro Series: Part 2 of Found Family Bingo Summary:

“Look…kid…this stuff isn’t easy. It’s never going to be. But it’s a whole lot easier once you decide what—who—your priorities are.” Happy knocked back another shot of coffee as if it were something much stronger and grimaced again, though whether that was from the coffee or the conversation, Ned couldn’t say. “You focus on that, you can get through just about anything for ‘em.” ~ Being a Friend of Spider-Man comes with some heartaches when you were a Friend of Peter Parker first. Ned does some processing, and Happy grimaces through some pep talk.

The prompt “Bedside Vigils” for my @foundfamilybingo​ card!

[foundfamilybingo]

Apologies - accidentally deleted an ask asking if we were still open and doing the challenge instead of answering it (this is why we don’t answer asks on mobile!! sorry about that!), and yes! We are still open and operating we just didn’t get any fills posted for a while - or we weren’t tagged or alerted if they were - and ive been admittedly pretty behind getting cards out. Tonight I’m devoting to blog maintenance though, so I’ll be double checking we didn’t miss any fill fics, answering any missed asks, and getting all requested cards out! If tonight passes and you still haven’t recieved a card please reach out to us, it may be that we just missed it or that your submit box wasn’t available to send it to. Thanks!!

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[friendlyneighborhoodsecretary]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Characters: Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man), Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Additional Tags: Mostly May Feels, Some Slight IronDad, Lots and Lots of General IronFam, College Drop-Off Day isn’t Easy for Anyone, Found Family Bingo, Found Family, Fluff Series: Part 1 of Found Family Bingo Summary:

“Leaving the last living member of her family alone in an MIT dorm just might be the hardest thing May’s ever had to do. Fortunately, she doesn’t have to do it by herself.”

Here’s my first @foundfamilybingo​ entry for the prompt: First Day of School/College!

[lokinnie1-deactivated20200529]

Finally getting around to filling out my Found Family bingo card

@foundfamilybingo

This is a story for my OC's, Watson, Alex, and Kieran. Some context:

Kieran is the son of the god of the universe, Cyrus. Cyrus was emotionally and physically abusive so Kieran ran away and decided to go live in Earth so he could create havoc there. Watson (who is actually Cyrus' son as well, but him and Kieran are unaware that they're related so it still counts as found family) is the god of the Milky Way, so he doesn't appreciate someone creating chaos on one of his planets. However, he sees that this person is just a troubled teen that desperately needs love, so he takes him in and let's Kieran stay with him and his significant other, Alex.

TW: Panic attack and references to past parental abuse.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UBfWANrDusvLrA3wMa9tZH1gYOVe0aDRjBgCzwJJcvY/edit?usp=drivesdk

Touch starved Kieran

Two weeks. That was how long Kieran had been staying with Watson and his partner since they found him on earth. For two weeks he had been