#partofthefandom

thank you for the ask, div!!!!!! i will gladly say more! so, this idea was born awhile back because of how many bucky-is-a-guardian-angel fics i've stumbled on (including a rare few i really like), and although it's very understandable why it would be bucky doing the guarding, it just made me want to explore the alternative!

it follows them through the years like a lot of my fics tend to do ;) and how things might be a little different with these added ingredients...have a snippet!

“Does she know?” Bucky whispered one day, dark head bent close to Steve’s light, both of them eyeing the nasty gash on Bucky’s ankle. “Know what?” Bucky wriggled his eyebrows. “Oh, you know.” “If you’re talkin’ about my…wings,” Steve said, dipping a clean cloth in some alcohol, “Then no. It’s like this, Buck, she’s my real ma. I’m her real kid. I just happen to also be an angel.” “Well,” Bucky said, stumped for words. “I guess in the books they always say you and your friends are from Heaven all together and go about sayin’ don’t be afraid and all that jazz.” Steve’s lips quirk up. “Sounds like a right smart book.” “I’m Jewish,” Bucky said, exasperated. “And besides. I don’t pay attention when grownups talk.”

also hope your week has been nice so far 💖

Hi beautiful Div 😍

I totally completely understand you 😁 no amount of Taylor is enough 😩 we always want more! I honestly cannot wait to see him on screen again and see him play different types of characters but I guess we will have to wait a bit for that.

Meanwhile we have The Big Fix to look forward too 😁 I personally am waiting for more of his projects to come out that he worked on in secret 😆

*throws confetti* thank you so much div!!! some snippets comin' right up for you!

beach

Growing up, lots planned today was code for a day at Coney Island, or a game at Ebbets Field. Steve’s mother would pack a hamper of lunch, smile shaky with excitement, and hold his hand on the train. They’d step out into sunlight and sand and spread their small blanket out together before running wild across the beach beneath the vast blue sky. Or Bucky would procure tickets from who knew where and talk a mile a minute while they found their seats, and around them the crowd breathed and shifted as one living beast, sweat dripping down backs and buttery smells filling noses. To Clint, lots planned today means the vegetable garden.

chocolate

Stark holds out the bag. “Fruit? There’s blueberries, banana chips, chocolate chips, and cranberries and also cherries I think. Occasionally a chunk of starfruit, that’s the expensive shit. Comes from Germany, you know. At least – I think it does.”

thank you so much, @partofthefandom!!! i DID have happenstance, hooray!

The waitress appeared again, plates balanced on her arms. In the time it took to find the right silverware and pull napkins from the dispenser, Steve’s question got lost in a request for the pepper, a this looks delicious. Around them, other people pointed out the weather, asked after the family. At this table, Becca looked at Steve and Carter and tried to guess. You and her? Her and you? Together or allies by happenstance?

thank you so muchhhh Div!! i am proud and pleased to say that i've written nine hundred words since i sat down to try to write <3 let's see what i got in my stevebucky au...

cake

Steve can count the number of weddings he’s been to on one hand, but he has to admit this one is pretty nice, outdoors at some garden a little ways outside the city, the arch at the end of the aisle covered in large white roses, the chairs wrapped in the same shade of tulle. He knows absolutely none of the guests barring Clint and Natasha, and is already dreading the inevitable so who’s friend are you? questions he’s bound to get at some point. He can say Clint’s, which is already bizarre, or Natasha’s, which is worse, or the string quartet over there that literally nobody is paying attention too, which takes the cake.

cat

He stalls as long as he can, but eventually he comes clean to his mom, and once she knows, the cat’s out of the bag and it’s never going to get stuffed back in again.