So one day I was like, you know what I like? Fathers and domestic AUs, I should try my hand at kid fic. That went down in a giant ball of flames as I started writing a story about Bucky losing his arm, and then in the middle of that I went to write a short little fix it that is now 10,000+ words, not even done, and like a wrecking ball to the feels.
Yesterday, however, in a valiant attempt to be a good friend and to make people happy, there was fic. And it was good.
Title:
All That GlittersSummary: In which Coulson family problems are solved with glitter, much to Phil's chagrin.
Rating: G
Notes: part two of my Katie 'verse, apparently
Apparently the key to me writing happy things is to be in the middle of drowning myself in a bucket of my own tears. There are worse self-preservation techniques.