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Fic: Welcome to New York (9/?)
Title: Welcome to New York Relationship: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Rating: T (just recently) Work summary: When Peggy makes a letter to be sent to South America, somehow, her letter ends up on the opposite side of America. With that change of path, Peggy didn't expect the surprise it brought along.
They are at a point in their life where everything is complicated because of the choices they made before. And now, will they keep a blind eye for the sake of their happiness?
Read the latest chapter (9):
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47036617/chapters/150305224
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Steggy Fic: Teach My Feet to Fly, Chapter 5/14
Summary: Peggy Carter, a world class ice hockey player learning to figure skate as part of a Canadian reality show, has an iron-clad rule about never, ever dating a teammate. Which means that she’ll simply have to get over the ridiculous attraction she has to her new figure skating partner, Steve Rogers.
Note: This story is complete, and has 14 chapters in total. New chapters are posted weekly on Fridays.
It’s also a very long-delayed thank you gift fic for the lovely @teaandatale!
Rating: PG
Read Chapter 5
Read from the beginning
Excerpt:
Toronto, Canada Battle of the Blades, Week 4 Fourth Week of Training (Wednesday)
“Hey Peggy,” Dottie called from across the ice with a cheerful little wave. “Figure out the toe pick yet?”
“No,” said Peggy, blandly. “As you can see, I'm still in hockey skates.” She waved at the only other person in the competition she really knew, Gamora Zen Whoberi, who’d been a hockey teammate for one season in college when Gamora had been a senior and Peggy a freshman. Gamora waved back. Peggy and Gamora, who now played on the Canadian and American national teams respectively, were friendly rivals. Peggy and Dottie, now a rising star on the Russian national team, were - not that, exactly. It was complicated.
“Hey Nat,” said Steve from behind Peggy, and she turned to see Natasha gliding gracefully up to them, followed a moment later by her Battle of the Blades partner Bucky Barnes. “Hey, jerk,” Steve added as an aside to Bucky, who grinned at him.
“Hey, punk. Turns out your job's not that hard after all. Wait till you see me twizzle with your partner.”
Peggy smiled. It was obvious that Steve and Bucky were good friends, and she wondered, not for the first time, where and when they’d met. Although hockey players and figure skaters used the same ice surfaces, it wasn't particularly common for them to run in the same circles - unless they were on this show, she supposed, but Steve and Bucky had clearly been friends when she'd met them at the Olympics, too.
A sudden squeal of crackling feedback made everyone jump before she could ask.
“Sorry about that, everyone.” Pepper Potts, legendary figure skater and long-time Battle of the Blades cohost, made an apologetic face as she fiddled with her microphone, and Peggy felt a sudden, unexpected thrill rise in her chest, briefly feeling as star-struck as Kamala Khan at the prospect of meeting the legend. Although she'd been a hockey-obsessed teenager with no ties to the US at the time of the Novi Grad Olympics, even she’d watched Pepper’s iconic gold-medal ladies’ singles performance with bated breath. She might, she admitted to herself now, have had a bit of a teenaged crush.
“God, she still looks amazing,” said Natasha.
Pepper, oblivious to the admiration, cleared her throat.
Read the rest of the chapter on A03
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Boy Meets World; ch. 2 – Boy Meets Girl
For @steggyfanevents Steggy Week Day 3: AUs & Crossovers
With the help of true love Peggy, best friend Bucky, and teacher Mr. Phillips, Steve Rogers juggles school, friends, and romance. The series begins with Steve and his entourage in the sixth grade and follows them through their college years. A Boy Meets World AU starring Steve/Peggy & Bucky
Chapter 2 posted for Steggy Week:
Bucky starts showing an interest in girls and Steve feels abandoned.
#fun fact all the summaries and titles are the official ones from bmw with names changed lol#steggyweek24#steggy#marvel
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Wait I got another one: Steggy + your favorite AU
Hello Jim! I'm your Steggy Secret Santa! So I don't really have a favorite AU so I made an Excel sheet with every AU and went one by one with ideas for each one until something clicked.
I present to you a Bodyguard / Mafia AU. Ok, hear me out. This is very cliché, basic and I can't write.
The idea is that Steve is living with his mom in Brooklyn she gets sick, she needs surgery, but they can't afford it, one thing leads to the other and he becomes a Mafia Associate so he can pay for the surgery.
Peggy is the daughter of the Don, she hates the Mafia and wants nothing to do with them. Both she and Steve are like 22 ish. She is studying at a university (maybe law and maybe volunteers at the same hospital where Sarah works for story reasons) and Michael works for their father when an opposing Mafia makes a threat on both of their lives. So Don decides to have one of his associates protect Peggy who is Steve.
They instantly don't like each other. Peggy doesn't like him because he is in the Mafia and Steve doesn't like her because he thinks she is a spoiled college girl.
Their day-to-day is pretty much how much they can annoy each other. (Maybe you can add here that Sarah is complaining that she never sees her son anymore so he brings Peggy to his mom's and that's how Steve learns she volunteers there because she hasn't been there since the threat. They say to Sarah that Peggy's father hired him because a creep at uni or an ex scared her or something. After that Peggy learns why Steve joined the Mafia). They start to like each other more after that.
One day a guy tries to attack Peggy, maybe with a knife, they run away but Steve gets hurt. Peggy is really shaken by that.
She takes care of him while he recovers and well they were sharing a bed and here we are.
Link below leads to a spicy artwork.
I really hope you like it. I'm sorry it took this long ❤️
Thank you @steggyfanevents for asking me to pitch in. I clearly enjoyed this a little too much.
#steggy#**#steggysecretsanta#captainjimothycarter#steve rogers#peggy carter#i forgot how to tag things
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Academic Antagonism, Scholastic Strife
Steggy Week 2k23, day 3 Prompt: AUs and crossovers
Summary: The history department at Shield University includes a pair of professors with a particular level of collegiate conflict.
Thanks to @steggyfanevents for hosting!
It is, essentially, a matter of course every September.
Angie has been the history department administrator for long enough that she can sense the approaching storm in the air. She breaks into the apology gift card she got last semester to buy herself the biggest, fanciest coffee from her favorite campus café and sets her jaw as she arrives at her desk.
The first student is at the doors to the building the moment they open for business hours.
"I need to speak to someone." There goes the bag, plunking down on her desk (actually clean for once! She'd made an effort to get rid of her host of reminder post-its before the start of the new school year, and now look) as a hand reaches in to yank out a paper schedule as some kind of evidentiary prop. "Look, I was placed in—"
Angie looks over the boy, playing the sort of instinctive guessing game that at least offers a tiny bit of entertainment to the whole process. Unfortunately, he has a copy of Steve's latest book sticking out of the bag, which takes most of the fun out of it (although he does have a copy of The Fountainhead there too which, if it's not class reading, either Steve or Peggy would have fun with). Sighing, Angie goes through her dutiful patter nevertheless: "Both Professor Carter and Professor Rogers currently have entirely full rosters for all of their lectures and seminars. Which session would you like to be placed on the waitlist for?"
“I’ve got to get into Professor Rogers’ Tuesday/Thursday afternoon section — his take on urban history is completely—”
“I wouldn’t sleep on Professor Carter,” says a passing man. “Stick with her and she'll teach you something.”
Angie purses her lips at the back of the man's blond head as he exits the building and then resigns herself to listening to a very earnest undergraduate trying to convince her that his entire future depends on getting a seat in Steve’s Metropolitics of Race and Place course.
Even non-majors will often make their chosen class a priority to arrange their schedule around, simply based on the reputations of Professors Rogers and Carter, and, all told, more than a few people will get shuffled around, trading into the course that they want. Whether it will be before Angie goes through both her café gift card and her bottle of Advil is anyone's guess.
“—and if you don't think that the prevalence of racialized propaganda was unique and endemic to the period, and of course led into its use in the Second World War, I simply don't know what to say to you."
"I'm not saying that it wasn't a part of it, but it only seems unique if you remove the context of—"
"Oh, bloody Nora, do not start listing nineteenth century European conflicts to me again, Steven."
"Well, Peg, it's hard not to when you're trying your hardest to ignore a key piece to the entire issue. And while we’re at it, to suggest that World War I propaganda was the key pathway to reliance on cultural stereotypes that had already been spreading around Europe for centuries before and that the Nazis only—"
There aren't all that many people standing around on the first floor of the College of Arts and Sciences building on a Thursday afternoon, but those who happen to have scheduled themselves a late class or are meeting friends to start their weekends early stop and watch the bickering pair striding down the hallway.
"I had Professor Rogers last semester,” says one student to the rest, watching the two turn the corner. “Life-changing.”
��There is no way he’s better than Professor Carter,” says one of the others. “If I hadn’t already been too far along with all this double major crap, her class would have made me switch to history.”
“Yeah, but the thing is, do you think they’re…you know…doing it?” one of the crasser members of the group as they all turn to leave the building. “The way they were arguing, there were definite sparks there.”
“No way,” someone snorts. “They argue like that all the time. Everyone knows that they hate each other. Half the history majors are Jets and Sharks over them — Team Carter versus Team Rogers.”
“I know who I’d join,” says Steve’s former student immediately, and Peggy’s agrees, glaring, but most of the rest seem to be of the opinion that they couldn’t be paid to care this much about school and since they’re the ones who are, in fact, paying, there are more interesting things to talk about.
The newly minted members of Teams Rogers and Carter glance at each other, for once in agreement — the others simply have to experience it themselves to understand.
The campus pub, a cozily dark, wood-paneled little establishment that leans perhaps a little too much into academic cliché, usually hosts events a few times a week: comedy, music, trivia. The new manager, however, wants to mix it up (and perhaps take advantage of that stereotypical appearance). Few of her colleagues think that anyone will turn up for a debate between two history department professors, but they’re bolstered anyway by the usual uptick in stressed-student patronage as the semester gets closer to its end, so at least it doesn’t seem like it will hurt.
Even a half hour before it’s supposed to start, the place is nearly at capacity. As the professors take their places behind the lecterns borrowed for the occasion, people are having to be turned away at the door for fear of violating the fire code. By the time the manager declares a tie, Professor Rogers is pink-cheeked, Professor Carter is starting each of her statements with a tight, “If my esteemed colleague would recall…” and as a couple passes outside they turn to each other and wonder what sporting event could be going on inside to be inspiring so much passion.
You’d think that things would quiet down a bit around finals time but that isn’t the case. With the new courses for next year announced and selection already under way, there is a second round of haggling and complaints about unfairness and bribery attempts to get into the desired sections. Leaving for the afternoon even as she sees the students still lining up and hears them trying to make their cases directly to the professors themselves — “I understand that you’d like to continue with my spring course, Nicole, but I think that you might in fact find the perspective enlightening” — Angie feels like she still hasn’t entirely caught her breath from the first round months ago.
She demands double the gift cards, or she’s transfering to the sociology department, where the faculty hasn’t done anything noteworthy in about a hundred years and no one has ever decided to become even the least bit fanatical about any of them.
Finals are over, and snow blankets the empty campus. Vacation has taken over the minds of the students, even as they wait for their grades to come in.
“I’ll trade you for the dumplings,” Peggy says from where she is leaning against the arm of the sofa while Steve faces her from the opposite end. Their feet tangle in the middle.
“Sure, do you have the pad thai there?” They lean forward to exchange cartons, kissing briefly before they relax back to their respective sides.
Peggy swallows and says, “Since we’ve both managed to finish with our grading, I thought we might go skating tomorrow.”
“You just want to see me fall again,” Steve complains, smiling.
She makes a little humming sound, that impish curl at the edge of her mouth — bare for once, since it’s only the two of them relaxing at home. “Perhaps, but you did know about that bit of sadism when you married me.”
“Well, as long as you help me back up.”
“You know that I’ll always kiss it better, my darling.”
A couple of students, still in town due to canceled flights, spot them walking hand in hand to the rink the next afternoon, skates over their shoulders. Theories range from some kind of hostage situation to a social experiment, enforced faculty bonding to mutual amnesia. After all, what else could be believed?
#steggyweek23#Steggy#Steggy fic#Steve Rogers#Peggy Carter#I feel like someone prompted this/mentioned Steggy as part of this sort of tumblr post prompt so hopefully it finds you!
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starlightpeggy's masterlist
instead of attempting to repost all the fic i’ve written to my new blog, here is a list of it all with ao3 links instead. i've separated it by ship for ease, and i do take prompts for peggysous, cartinelli, or platonic/gen fic (usually peggy, daniel, and jack, but i'm open to other things too)!
a 💐 next to a fic means it's a personal favorite of mine.
peggy carter/daniel sousa:
Like You a Latte || coffee shop au || ~4.9k words
Home For Dinner || established relationship || humor || ~600 words
Not So Subtle || immediately post-canon || humor || ~1.2k words
Business as Usual || first meeting || ~600 words
A Three Hour Time Difference || between seasons || ~600 words
A Horrible Liar || proposal || ~700 words
Five People || major character death, afterlife || 5 chapters, ~4.8k words 💐
Half a Lie and a Bit of Whiskey || fake relationship || ~1k words
Shared Feelings, Kept Secret || jealousy || ~2.2k words
Honeymoon Blues || established relationship || humor || ~900 words
Outside Looking In || outsider perspective || 4 chapters, ~2k words
Ambush || established relationship || humor || ~1.2k words
chrysalism (n). || established relationship || ~900 words
April Fool's Day || humor || ~1k words
Moments in Time || ficlet collection
What Neither of Us Want to Admit || one bed || ~2.2k words 💐
A Sweet Surprise || established relationship || ~1.4k words
S.S.B. (Strategic Scientific Babysitters) || established relationship || humor || ~2.1k words
10:01 is Too Late || fake relationship || humor || ~1.3k words
Tokens of a Life || modern setting, not au || ~700 words
Just Across the Hall || college au || drabble collection || 1k words
Secret's Out || secret relationship || ~700 words
Three Anniversaries || established relationship || 3 chapters, ~2k words
House Sitters || established relationship || ~600 words
Jack's Rejected Wedding Toast || established relationship || humor || ~1.7k words 💐
April Fool's Revenge || established relationship || humor || ~1k words
peggy carter/angie martinelli:
Rule Number One || established relationship || ~800 words 💐
All The Stars in the Sky || sickfic || ~1.7k words
Morning Mix Ups || clothes sharing || ~1.2k words
Silent Understanding || outsider perspective || ~1.6k words
Page-Turner of a Romance || modern au || captain carter!peggy || ~1.5k words
Snapshots of a Life || ficlet collection
gen fic/background relationship:
"Hey English!" || peggy & angie || ~1.1k words
An (Almost) Christmas Disaster || peggy & jack, background peggysous || humor || ~1.3k words
Pending Transfer || peggy, daniel, & jack || ~600 words
Mission Status: Chaos || peggy & howard, background peggysous || humor || ~800 words
A Familiar Face || jack & angie, background steggy || ~1k words
The Woman in Charge || peggy, daniel, & jack || humor || ~500 words 💐
Whiskers || peggy, daniel, & jack || humor || ~1.6k words
Sorry For Your Loss (But We Have to Go) || peggy, daniel, & jack || humor || ~3.1k words
Misery, Table For Two || jack & angie, background peggysous || unrequited love || 2 chapters, ~5k words
Night of (Cheap) Champagne || peggy, daniel, & jack || humor || 2 chapters, ~1.9k words
The Plight of a Friend || peggy, daniel, & jack || post-canon || ~700 words
Midnight Disasters || peggy & jack, background peggysous || humor || comes with a historical cake recipe || ~2.9k words 💐
French Fries and Pie || peggy, daniel, & jack || ~800 words
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Steggy Secret Santa here. Today’s question: what is your MUST READ Steggy fic for the fandom? (Yours, someone else’s, one or many… )
oh man. there are SO MANY, I cant actually list them all!
I've done full rec lists before, but I'm going to pick three quick reads and three long reads that I'm absolutely obsessed with. this is nOT a comprehensive list of my favourites, to be clear, but a smattering of ones that haunt me lol
short(ish) and sweet:
Don't Stop Me Now by CloudAtlas (a modern college AU)
patron saint of shiners and showgirls by sevenfoxes (an all-female howling commandos au)
Like Fine Wine by @formerlyir (aka the silver fox!steggy/captain america and captain britain au that lives rent free in my head always)
long bois
Flames We Never Lit by @roboticonography (this fic is fucking legendary and if you've never read it please please do oh my god)
things left behind and the things that are ahead by @theawkwardterrier (the post-endgame fic that is so brilliant I now consider to be canon #sorrynotsorry)
Burning With a Deadly Heat by Fyre (yes this is a Cold War steggy au. yes it is incredible. yes even better than you're thinking)
#livia speaks#genuinely this fandom is so talented I have almost 100 bookmarked just for steggy#and even more in my fic rec tag on tumblr#these are just the ones that I've read over and over. and over. and over again.#(and not even all of them)
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Hello! Tis I - your secret santa.
Your gift is coming along!
The Muppets Christmas Movies are top tier. Theyre a yearly tradition with us, including the new Haunted Mansion one.
I can agree on the Christmas Carol. Its not my favorite and the story is not my favorite to follow.
I have another question as I have far too many ideas and keep writing all of them on and off.
Whats your most disliked AUs? I just want to avoid AUs and ideas that you dislike. I know you'll say anything I create, you'll like, but still I like to avoid.
I hope you're staying safe and warm!!
You, my secret Santa, have GREAT taste.
When it comes to AUs, my MOST hated is anything High school/college related. I watch media with adults in adult situations (not necessarily sexual, just things that happen to people over the age of 18) because that’s what I like and I relate to. Even when I was in HS I didn’t want to watch or read things about teenagers. I don’t mind the odd flashback or reference to a character being younger, but a full AU is a hard no for me.
Anything that changes what or who the characters are also is tough for me, too, because the thing I like about the character is WHO they are, and that’s inherently tied to their past and identity and it’s hard to get me to buy in that things like gender swap, vampire/werewolf, or A/B/O works with our favorite duo here. (Fun fact, though, apparently I’m totally down for A/B/O in space. Started reading an omega verse fic by accident… I know, I need to read the TAGS… and since it was set in space with options for non-human human looking species my brain went with it. Apparently I like Mandalorian ABO now. I learn new things about myself all the time around here…)
ANYWAY, the majority of AUs I’m pretty ok with. Some I’ll read more than others (for some reason, soulmates AU is a fav for Steggy) but very few are disliked or hard nos.
I hope that helped????
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let's ignore just how late this is because my brain and body decided to tank the last few days of Steggy Week. This will be counting towards Day 5 (Inspired By) & Day 6 (WIP). @steggyfanevents & @dirtydoctorwho none of this would exist without you and all your help.
Having known Angie since she was a teenager, Peggy trusted that girl with her life. Even if they'd only met once in person in their early college years, Angie was still her best friend. It turned out to be a lifesaver when she called her in hysterics because Peggy had found herself in an impossible situation.
The impossible of impossible, her life was turned upside down because of one simple mistake and her parents would not hear her out.
She was pregnant, pregnant by some mysterious one-night stand that was a self-proclaimed traveler, so there was no damn way she would have contacted him (weeks later) to tell him that she was pregnant with his child.
Worst of all, her parents had found her positive pregnancy test when they were snooping through her trash and had demanded answers from Angie. To give her credit, her friend did hold out, feigned ignorance, until they stole Peggy's phone under the guise 'you are our child and we pay for your bill and you live under our roof' manipulation tactic.
They'd found more solidifying, concrete proof that their precious, angelic daughter who could do no wrong was pregnant. Pregnant out of wedlock.
Harrison and Amanda Carter did the only sensible thing and cut off all support with their only daughter and kicked her out of their home.
Forcing her to drop out of college, mid-semester.
Peggy did the only thing she could think of in her hysteric state and ran away to America, right into Angie's protective arms.
Angie's family comes from good, old-fashioned folks. Very hard-working folks who worked hard to get where they're at today. They adopted, and welcomed Peggy with open arms, meanwhile putting a curse on her family for ever kicking out someone just because they were pregnant.
Abandoning their flock because they're afraid of being judged. Afraid of how society would see them because her father is a well-known pastor and everyone knows that pastors are free of any sort of sin.
It takes a while for her to settle down, Angie's family insists that she must keep her feet up, and stress-free, to not worry about a thing for the sake of the baby.
Peggy brushes off their concern, saying that she needs to earn her own money and there's only so much of a handout she can take before pride gets in her way. She's as stubborn as they come.
Angie knows that well, so once Peggy is settled, a doctor clears her for work (because neither Granny Loretta nor Angie would allow her to do so until she sees a doctor), she gets Peggy a job at a local diner.
Peggy recognizes this one right away, it's a diner that's been in New York since the 1800s. More importantly, it's a Martinelli-owned diner, that's been handed down from generation to generation, kept run by Martinellis and their trusted friends and family.
Plus, it's in all of the Martinellis' family photos that hung
Angie might not mention it's a family-owned business and that's how she got Peggy the job, but she knew and thanked her friend for not outting this fact to help her keep her pride from being hurt.
Just like her studies, Peggy does what she does best and throws herself into her work. The work wasn't easy (not that she expected it to be), she wanted to make Angie and her family proud, and she wanted to provide for herself, not to mention the little one that depended on her to survive.
She wanted to let Angie's family know that she wasn't taking their help for granted.
The customers are rude, they yell, they throw things, and they speak their minds and stupid opinions when they're not even asked.
Unlucky for them, Peggy is rude back. She doesn't take no for an answer and refuses to serve customers who think of themselves better or think she's just some 'silly server' so they could sexually harass her.
The last fella who did that a few dribbles of hot coffee in his lap the last time he slapped her ass. Call it right time, right place.
No one knows that incredibly handsome but shy-looking man who comes into Martinellis's every so often enough to be known as a regular but is missed when he's not there.
Steve is sat in her section during an easy, light shift. Early, before the breakfast rush, where Peggy normally shines because she doesn't have to deal with assholes and can communicate with her customers.
She's told that he's a known regular, and sees the other server eyeing her with slight jealousy (but that's [person Steve kissed], she's jealous quite easily over the littlest of things). She knows the regulars by now but hasn't seen him around.
At first impressions, he's polite. The politeness that's old fashioned, that's taught by the older folks. He's sweet and kind. Yet, he's not old fashion like the men who use it to sexually harass her. He's kind, offers her a seat when he sees her approach, and says her feet must be killing her. (They are)
He's polite but not in an 'I've never done wrong' sort of way. It's just the old politeness. He might look like an American Boy with his blonde hair and bright blue eyes but she sees the scars on his fingertips, the charcoal and lead that stains his fingerprints. The black bags under his eyes indicate he so rarely slept.
He introduces himself first, says his name is Steve and he's been a regular here for a long, long time. (His Ma used to wait tables in between shifts at the hospital, he had spent his childhood drawing at the tables.)
He asks Peggy about herself if she's enjoying America, and the cultural difference (his knowledge of London seems almost old) but she notices that he cleverly avoids asking what brought her here, instead asks about her enjoying Angie's family and says that they've helped him out a lot too in 'this day and age.'
(More under the cut, just didn't wanna bug people with how long this is)
He speaks in an old-fashioned manner, whimsical. Like he's longing for something that is so far out of reach but he can't help but to want it. A time before that she wasn't privy to knowledge but witness the pain it brought this handsome (very handsome) gentleman before her.
She tries to imagine what he's thinking when his voice gains that whimsical note, tries to imagine what's behind those glasses but doesn't lose too much time to it. It's not up to her to learn these things, until she's told.
While they talk, she watches him, like she does any of her customers. He's kind to strangers and that's a rare thing nowadays (it's sad to say, even in her very pregnant state, people won't even give her a seat on the bus.) He picks up a kid's toy countless times, and the kiddo enjoys the game. It gave the exhausted-looking mother a break, a small smile shot their way because of it.
He makes sure to greet everyone he knows but follows her conversation, makes sure to ask questions. He's engaged, but not in a manner that seems forced. He doesn't seem like he's bored and just making conversation, he generally wants to know about her.
Most of all, Peggy notices, there's a distant yearning in his tone. That he needs /something/ to create a balm for him, to ease the pain that burns inside of him.
It's obvious there's something there, they click more easily than Peggy has to say that she has with anyone before. The talk is pleasant and when he smiles at her, it's genuine.
They talk so much that it's well past her shift, the sun has risen over the city, and Peggy is sitting with Steve, nursing a cup of ginger tea. She's exhausted but she doesn't want the conversation to end
After Steve leaves, Peggy returns from the bathroom and clocks out to see Angie with an envelope. Her name is on it, in fancy script. Angie stuffs it into her bag for her and tells her to open it once she's home.
Curiosity eats at her until she's home and inside she finds a bouquet of tulips, after she'd told him that roses were so overrated and tulips were beautiful. And how she wanted to see the Tulips in Holland one day but that was put on hold.
Another portrait inside is of a fantasy castle in the clouds, with beautiful stars sprinkling above. There's the backside of a woman (she has suspicion or perhaps wants it to be) who is holding a babe above her, letting it reach for the stars.
Seems like their talk of fantasy books and the slight mention of the nursery being a fantasy setting really rubbed off on Steve. Her smile faltered as she pulled out the large bundle of cash that Steve had stuck in there, with a note. That boy and his notes -
I know what this looks like, it's not illegal. I'm not framing you from my recent robbing of a bank. This is yours. To do as what you want with. - Stevie
There had to be well over a few grand in here. How the hell did a simple-man like Steve come by this amount? Despite his note, she was not settled and worried.
She asks Angie about it when she comes by later with dinner and Angie just shrugs her shoulders. "Oh, yeah, that's just Steve. He's really loaded. No one knows how or why, but we're sure it's not some sort of illegal blood money. Like 90% sure. Gram-Gram says it's old money, that he made some sort of sacrifice and deserves every penny and more. I wouldn't normally believe her but Gram-Gram never lies."
"I just don't understand why. Why would he give me this much?"
Angie shrugs. "Because he wants to. Steve likes to give big tips, loves to help people out. He must see something in you - what did you two talk about? It looked like you two were old friends."
"I can assure you that we are not. That was the first time I've ever met him," Peggy sighs, staring at the bundle of cash like it might bite her. "Only thing I told him was I was excited to start on this little one's room soon."
"Well," Angie hums, picking up the drawings. "He clearly is just as excited."
Notes:
HC that Steve had saved a Martinelli (most likely Lortetta’s immediate family) during WWII and because of that, they believe they are forever in his debt. They unofficially adopt him and help him adapt to society when he wakes up in the future.
Loretta encourages Steve to drop the Shield, to learn what it’s like to be Steve Rogers again
Legend has it that she gave Director Fury an earful over how he was treating Steve like a puppet. Fury’s ears are still ringing to this day.
Only Loretta knows that Steve was Captain America. No one else knows. Steve had dropped the shield once he woken up in the 21st century, feeling like he could no longer do the job that he’d once loved.
He only agrees to go on missions if they’re world ending biases. So far he’s only gone on two in the time he’s woken up in the future
Each time he had, he returned feeling like he was falling apart, mentally and physically. It took weeks of Loretta tending to him, cooking him meals before he started to feel like himself again.
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Steggy Week Day 6: WIPs and updates
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Drabble idea: Steve and Peggy meet each other when they get assigned as lab partners in college.
So I uh never did something in college or HS that needed lab partners sooo this might be lacking. This might not be what you expected.
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“You like him,” Angie giggled behind her blueberry muffin. Her eyes were bright with the glee of a new topic to gossip on for that hour.
Peggy, for her sake, rolled her eyes as she stabbed at a piece of chicken with her fork and waved it threateningly in front of her roommate’s face. “We are lab partners. That’s it. Mr. Gregg, just thought it was a good idea to pair us together to be lab partners for this upcoming project. That’s it.”
“Aw, c’mon, Pegs. You don’t see what I do. You go googley-eyes on him!”
“I do not.”
“You talk about him all the time.”
“Because he’s in four of my six classes so I see him ninety percent of the week. It doesn’t mean I have some school-girl crush on him.”
“And,” Angie continued, promptly ignoring Peggy’s rebuttal. “You sit next to each other in class, even French. Face it, Pegs, you have a grade-A crush and it’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s adorable.”
Peggy had no response as she bitterly shoved the chicken into her mouth for one reason - Angie was right and she hated how right she was.
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“Whose the girl?” Sam asked Steve on his second day of classes after he’d waited for the blonde outside the room.
Steve peered up from the last-minute notes he was reviewing, watching Peggy walk by him after meeting her roommate. “Oh, uh, Peggy.”
“Peggy, huh? You sure spending lots of time lookin’ at her.” Sam was teasing, he could hear it dripping in his voice and Steve hated it. This would of course find its way back to Bucky to tease him about during his weekly phone call while out of state in the military.
“Sam, stop it. We’re just friends, ain’t nothing to it.”
“Sure, buddy, whatever you say but sooner or later it’s turnin’ into something else. I can see it happening. Just make sure I’m the best man at your wedding.”
“Please, you know that spots reserved for Bucky when I wound up marrying my easel.”
Because who’s gonna want to marry a 5’4, asthmatic, 92-pound guy that can’t even see straight without glasses? Not that Steve minded, he was happy alone and with friendships, but sometimes that loneliness did catch up to you.
And damn Sam to hell and back for being right.
A month and a half later, as Peggy walked away after promising to email him the extra credit assignment for Art History, Steve was fully aware that he had a crush on her.
And it was pathetic.
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“So,” Bucky sighed over the phone three months later. “Sam says you got a date with your lil’ crush tonight.”
He was going to kill Sam. “No, I have a lab assignment with Peggy tonight. It’s not a date. And she’s not a crush.”
“Even over a thousand miles away, Rogers, I can tell you’re lying. Sam, are his ears turning pink?”
Goddamnit, Steve regrets putting Bucky on speaker. Or even introducing Sam and Bucky.
“Yeah, man. Bright shades of pink, oh his cheeks too. And his neck - hey you’re a full-body blusher. Pegs is gonna love that!”
As the boys laughed, Steve drew the hood of his jacket over his head and grumbled, shoving his books into his bag. “You two are idiots. I’m going to Peggy’s, don’t wait up.”
Before Bucky could respond, he hung up on him and then three minutes later sent him a text about how he missed him and how Sam really seems into him.
That’ll shut him up.
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Eight o’clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late.
That’s what Peggy had told the asthmatic blonde when they met up after Astrology 101 to discuss the lab. Steve would be coming over to her place, they would go over their notes, the assignment, and then head down to the lab at their scheduled time.
It was not a date, no matter what she told Angie. This was not a date. This was just two friends, no two co-students, acquaintances getting together to complete an assignment.
So who cared if she couldn’t stop thinking about him? Or if she wondered at times if his lips looked as soft as they felt. Or worried about him when he wasn’t in class or late and looked so flushed and yet relieved when he saw her there. Or the time she skipped class because her period cramps were too much and Steve looked so relieved to see her the next day.
She thought about that look in his eyes often and hated how it gave her goosebumps, she hated how it made her stomach clench and butterflies to form. She tried to talk to Michael about it, but the man was just as hard to get ahold of and when he wasn’t, he teased her as all big brothers did.
Then proclaimed if she fell for a Yank, he was gonna revoke her English rights.
The prat.
8 o’clock and no Steve.
Peggy thought about calling him, a little worried because he wasn’t the type to be late. She decided to wait until half an hour. Half an hour and if Steve wasn’t’ here, she’d call him. Luckily, she didn’t have to because at 8:18 Steve showed up, face flushed, wheezing, and his hair sticking up in all directions.
“Oh you poor thing,” was the first thing out of her mouth, the worry and anxiety melting off of her. She should be mad that he was late or mad that she thought he stood her up, but she was just relieved. “Are you okay? What happened?”
Taking him by the arm, she leads him inside and straight on her couch, bustling off to the kitchen to get him a glass of water and a snack cake. The guy looked peckish.
“Oh, I…” He shouldn’t like the fact she was doting over him, in fact, he should hate it, but by her doting, over him, it meant she was touching him and he liked that. “I had an asthma attack.”
It sounded like it took everything in him just to admit that and Peggy tried to ignore how that kicked-puppy look tugged on her heart. Steve hated pity and she wasn’t pitying him, she was worried. There was a difference.
“I’m okay now,” he continued, sipping on the water. “I guess I just got worked up and kinda lost and…” His thin shoulders shrugged as if to brush the fact he has a medical emergency off. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
“You’re sorry?” The words came from her before she could help it. He was sorry for what? Having a medical emergency?
It didn’t do any good when Steve flinched at her accusing tone.
“Steven, by no means should you be sorry. Yes, I was worried but you’re here now and you’re okay. It’s behind us. Do you still want to go to the lab? I could just reschedule us.”
“If we reschedule now it might take us two weeks to get a spot and we’ll be crunched for time.” He looked genuinely worried, eyes wide. “I’ll be fine. We can head over now.”
There was little argument from Peggy on that end. Steve was right, if they rescheduled then it could take them a while but that’s not what sold the deal. The fact she got more time with him as of right now was better than waiting.
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“How’d you get lost?” Peggy asked, driving a stoic Steve from his thoughts as they braved the cold air after spending three and a half hours in the lab. It was now officially Saturday, meaning they could sleep in. Angie wasn’t home and wouldn’t be home until noon tomorrow, so she was looking forward to peace and quiet.
Steve drew his scarf tighter around his face, looking up at her with cocked eyebrows. It was going to snow, he could feel it in his aching bones. “Oh. Uh, when I get an asthma attack I get...disorientated. Everything looked the same, I didn’t wanna call for help cause I was fine.”
Peggy couldn’t help herself in rolling her eyes. “I think we both have a different definitions of fine, Mr. Rogers. You are certainly not fine. I can still hear you wheezing and you had a hard time concentrating on the measurements tonight.”
She frowned as she watched him pat his pockets, obviously searching for something. “You okay, Steve?”
“My inhaler! I thought I had it on me, but I think I left it in your dorm. I-I’ll be fine without it, I can get it in the morning.”
“Steven Grant Rogers, you are not waiting until morning to get a life-saving device because of...what? You don’t want to be seen in my dorm? It’s co-ed, I can assure you that it’s fine!”
“I just don’t...want...people to assume or-or get you in trouble. Or...or…” His cheeks were heating up bright pink, Peggy found she adored the color on his cheeks.
“Or…” She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, her hand snatching out to grab at a lamp post to keep from falling on a section of ice. It was already starting to snow around them, the ground cold enough to make it stick.
Steve cursed as he wrapped his arms around her chest, preventing her from falling. Both of their faces flushed, Steve’s more than Peggy’s at this point. The second they both were stable, he let go and took an unnecessary step away from her.
“Thank you,” she breathed, clearing her throat. “I think that decides that Steve, you’re staying with me tonight. Don’t worry, Angie is out tonight with her gal. I’m not risking you out in this storm.”
There was no point in arguing with Peggy, Steve knew this by now. He’s seen her debate lesser and greater minds than his in class and absolutely destroy them. Besides, part of him liked this idea, staying with her for the night. Maybe if he got enough courage he could ask her out, tell her how he felt or something.
If he was anything like Bucky, he knew what he’d do. He’d whoo her and kiss her. But he wasn’t Bucky or Sam. He had no social skills with girls but he liked Peggy.
“Home sweet home,” Peggy sighed when they were finally inside, their wet clothed stripped off and drying on the heater now. She sat Steve on the couch and bundled him in a bunch of blankets, coming back from the kitchen with two steaming cups of hot chocolate.
Sitting on the couch, she wiggled under the pile of blankets, not to much of Steve’s protest. Her thigh was touching his at this point. “Oh, you’re warm,” she breathed, sounding surprised.
“Amazingly,” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes. “I think it’s the third cup of hot chocolate you’re forcing in me.”
He yawned as he said this, his face was suddenly drawn in a show of how exhausted he was. He looked so adorable when he yawned, his nose wrinkled up. He still had a smudge of ink on his forehead from when he was rubbing his brow in frustration.
“I’ve always said hot chocolate is good for the soul. Much better than any tea you have here.” Tapping on her laptop screen, she was happy to get Netflix up and hit the next episode on Chopped.
Steve didn’t even make it to the second round of the episode, unsure of who was sent home for an overcooked risotto or missed basket ingredient. He was asleep, slumping into Peggy.
He was quite warm, Peggy noted, easing Steve down to her lap. He was warm and looked so adorable when asleep. That walk and asthma attack must’ve taken a lot of out of him, regardless of what he told her. At least he was resting now in her arms.
This isn’t where Peggy thought she’d end up tonight, but it’s a place she’d glad to be.
#Steggy#StevePeggy#Steggy Prompt#Nonny Prompt#College Steggy#What they major in is up to you#Pre Serum Steve#Skinny Steve#Modern Steggy#Minor SamBucky#They cute
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Steggy Week. Day 4: Favourite headcanon - Steve and Peggy have zero self-control which results in unplanned pregnancies (and awkward announcement/contraceptives conversations with their kids)
#steggy#steggyedit#mcuedit#marveledit#steggyweek21#**#the oldest one is just happy he's going off to college next year#the middle kid is like WTF?!#she actually says it aloud and has to pay the monthly allowance into the swear jar#the youngest is the smallest most perfect reflection of Captain America's Glare Of Dissapproval#also surprise: it's going to be twin boys this time!#fun!#LOL#steggy family#steglings#Peggy x Steve#stegglings#steggypositivityweek
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Fic: Welcome to New York (3/5)
I know it's not Saturday, but I just want to try and join the Saturday at the Stork Club for @steggyfanevents So...hope you enjoy.
Title: Welcome to New York Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Agent Carter (TV) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Pen Pals, Secret Crush
Summary:
When Peggy makes a letter to be sent to South America, somehow, her letter ends up on the opposite side of America. With that change of path, Peggy didn't expect the surprise it brought along.
#saturdaysatstorkclub#steggy#peggy carter#steve rogers#highschool au#college au#secret crush#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#steve x peggy#saturdaystorkclub
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Steve: Ooh, a costume party! What’re you guys going as?
Thor: I’m going to be a fairy king.
Clint: I’m going to be a leopard.
Tony: I’m going to be the winner, like always.
#Sofia the First#Steve Rogers#Thor Odinson#Clint Barton#Tony Stark#incorrect Steve Rogers#incorrect Thor#incorrect Hawkeye#Incorrect Tony Stark#incorrect ironfam#Irondad#Spiderson#Avengers college au#Steggy#pepperony#janethor
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i wanna get a blonde bf and force him into a steve and peggy couples costume for halloween
#the minute i go to my first college class ill be looking#my post#steve rogers#peggy carter#mcu#steggy
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The Howling House
A Steggy Modern College AU Halloween Party Meet Cute
Summary: Studying aboard in at liberal arts college in America for a semester was supposed to be the change from her rigid academic routine that Peggy needed. She hadn't counted on a dramatic roommate roommate that was hard to tell no to, or that maybe her roommate really did know what she was doing when she dragged her to a Halloween house party. Or, Peggy experiences her first real college Halloween party and makes some friends too.
READ AT AO3
#steggy#college au#spoopy in time for halloween#its really long sorry#my fic#and a mood board that i spent too long on#fanfic
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Fanfiction writer ask game: 1,12,15,29,40
(Sorry couldn’t choose 🙈. Feel free to answer all of them. Those are some fun questions.)
1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?
My first ever fic is actually still online! It was posted in 2004, when I was 12. It's extremely bad! I took a break for a couple of years after that, but I'd been writing pretty consistently ever since.
12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?
I don't know that I have a favorite character overall to write for (I write in a lot of different fandoms!) but I definitely gravitate toward certain POVs, so I guess those are my faves. I have had moments of particularly appreciate the headspace offered by Ian Murray and Nate Carter, my Steggy kid OC from things left behind - they're just very calming presences to channel.
15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?
Haha, lots of different ways! If they're just a one-off character I'll often do name generator things or invest less time in picking the names, although occasionally I'll pick a person from my life to name them after. For longer-term OCs, I'll usually start by pulling up a list of popular names from the year they were born or the culture they're from and seeing if anything sparks. Once or twice I've renamed an OC during drafting because the name stopped feeling right.
(The real answer to this, as with so much else, is mostly, "idk, vibes?" 😅)
29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?
I've mostly settled into thinking that they all reached or will reach the people they were meant to, but if I had to pick, probably But a Walking Shadow, the sequel to my Steggy fic Woman Borne, maybe because there seemed to be a drop off of investment between them.
40) Do people know you write fanfiction?
I'm absolutely free with that info with online people. With people I only know irl, it's far more limited. My family is aware but I don't talk about it with them a ton because they don't necessarily get it. I've told my therapist about it (we've talked a lot about how my mental health stuff is impacting my writing and fan life) and in the past I've told a few friends in high school, a couple of friends in college, and one friend/coworker currently - almost all of the friends/peers that I've told are people I knew or strongly suspected were fic readers or writers themselves 😁
Workin' on my fic asks!
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