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Seven Days to Christmas Countdown: Day 2

Pairing: Peggy Carter x Angie Martinelli

Prompt: Cartinelli - Peggy surprises Angie with her first proper Christmas in the modern world

Word Count - 1.2k

Peggy knows it hasn’t been easy for Angie since she came to the modern world. When the anomaly Howard and Whitney somehow created brought her and Angie to New York, albeit a century later, she was terrified too. Somehow, Steve’s alive here. She’s glad to have her friend back, but she wouldn’t date him, not now. Anyways, he and Sargent Barnes are finally together like they should have been if they’d been able

The first year they were here, Angie broke down crying when they were first shown a video of New York Pride and she’d finally told Peggy what she’d already suspected — she was lesbian. In the same breath, Peggy had confessed as well to liking more than one gender. Later, Steve had taught her the term bisexual — his identity, and now it seemed also hers

A few months after that, Angie had gotten tipsy with Wanda and come home to the little apartment near the Avengers Tower they’d gotten with the help of Howard’s son and confessed to being in love with Peggy. And Peggy? She adored Angie, and loved her. It hadn’t taken too long after that for two bedrooms to become one and the twin beds to be pushed together, then those beds to become one larger bed.

Peggy had retaken her job as SHIELD director, quickly fitting in. Angie had considered trying to act again but decided to take a break for the first time, keeping house for the two of them, as she called it, and finding friends amongst the Avengers — particularly Wanda, a young witch with a kind heart and soft accent who had been taken under the women’s wing.

Now, it was December, and neither woman had said anything about making plans to celebrate the holidays. Their apartment had a wreath on the door courtesy of Jenna Simmons, a sweet younger shield agent who Peggy had been surprised to discover somewhat idolized her. But besides that, it looked the same as always. Pointsettias on the mantle instead of the usual bouquet Peggy got for Angie maybe counted, but really they were barely counted, at least in her opinion.

So, while Angie was out shopping she did the only logical thing — she called the boys and asked them to pick up a tree while she got some decorations for it, quickly wrapping the lights in before her girlfriend arrived home. She set out the ornaments on the table along, moving to the kitchen to start some baking along with dinner

-

When she heard the door open, Peggy slipped out to the living room, smiling brightly with an apron tied over her clothes as she watched Angie slip in. It took the other woman a moment to notice as she kicked off her shoes and set the groceries on the side table.

“Darling,” Peggy greeted with a smile, stepping closer

Angie instantly lit up as always, hugging her tightly. “English! You’ve been cooking?”

“I have,” Peggy nodded with a warm smile. “Decided to make a surprise for my lovely girl”

It seemed that that was what helped Angie register her surroundings — the tree in the living room, the carols on the radio, the cookie sheets cycling through the oven to cool on the counter, and the decorations waiting to be put up. “Oh doll! You didn’t-”

“Oh, I did New York,” Peggy chuckled, pulling her further into the room. “I figured since we didn’t really have any plans, it would be nice”

Angie’s eyes were sparkling as she looked at the decorations, lifting them up for examination before she went towards the kitchen, surveying the dinner keeping warm and the cookies cooling. “You made cookies?”

“Of course I did darling, what would Christmas be without biscuits?”

“Biscuits? You and your British English,” Angie giggled, wrapping her arms around the taller woman’s neck.

“Well, I am a Brit,” she pointed out as she swept her girlfriend up

“Yeah yeah… now shut up and kiss me”

Peggy chuckled at that, setting Angie on a very small square of empty counter and kissing her soundly. “As my lady wishes”

Angie gasps softly and Peggy smirks proudly, kissing her nose before going back to cooking. “Pegs-”

“That is my name,”

“You can’t just kiss me like that and then stop,” she pouts, tapping her lips

“So… you’re asking me to ruin you?”

“N-no- I mean yes- but not right now? Just- more kisses please-?”

Peggy grins and returns happily, setting hands on her hips and kissing down Angie’s neck, nibbling at the sweet spots. “Absolutely, angel…”

-

In the morning, Peggy wakes up to find Angie sprawled over her, their bodies tangled together closely, as well her lover in clothes that clearly don’t belong to the smaller woman, the blankets cocooned around them.

It’s been too long since they’ve had a lazy morning, and Peggy is finding herself inclined to embrace it, reaching for her phone to order food while Angie sleeps.

Half an hour later, Angie blinks awake, warm eyes looking up with sleepy adoration.

“Pegs?” She yawns softly, cuddling in closer like a sleepy kitten

“Yes, darling?” Peggy’s hand cards through her hair, soothing and protective.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?”

That hurts Peggy’s heart, the fact that Angie’s assuming she cares more about work than her wi-girlfriend -just girlfriend!- and in hindsight… she’s been too busy

“No, love.” She kisses Angie’s hair, holding her close. “I’m taking off until after New Years.”

She hasn’t, not at all. She has the same leave as everyone around the holiday — three days around Christmas or half days for Hanukkah, various accommodations for whatever holidays are relevant. But oh well — she’s director. Well, co-director with Nicholas Fury and just above Maria Hill, but that just makes a better point. The world can wait

And based on how Angie lights up at the words, it’s the right choice

“Really? You’d do that for me?!”

“Of course I would New York. You’re my wife.” The word slips out before Peggy can catch it, too natural for her to notice at first

“You rea- wife?”

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

She shouldn’t have said that. Right-?

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to say-”

“-Margaret. Peggy, listen to me-” Angie’s eyes are bright with tears and now Peggy’s freaking out more until the next words come. “I want to marry you, too.”

Peggy freezes, holding her closer.

“You… you do?”

“Yes! Of course I do, you complete idiot!” she’s laughing now, holding Peggy’s face to kiss her

“Wait- does that mean-”

“Yes, if you want it to, English.”

Peggy blushes. “I have to admit… I wasn’t expecting or planning on this to propose…”

“So… you’ve thought about it?” Angie teases, deepening the blush

“Possibly..”

“What did you plan?”

She’s caught off guard by the question, but recovers quickly enough.

“Well… I would have taken you to a nice date first… maybe that bakery you like down by the tower. I’d have taken you on a drive then, rented some place away from it all.. proposed to you in a special place.” Without noticing, Peggy’s let her hand trail patterns over Angie’s back. “I’d find a place for us to be just us for a while”

Angie looks up with soft eyes, holding her lover’s face. “We can do that still… call it a pre-honeymoon.”

“So.. we’re engaged now?” Peggy’s eyes sparkle as she kisses Angie’s forehead.

“Yes, we are”

[writing-by-night]

*struggles while writing* i suck and writing is hard

*remembers some ppl use ai* i am a creative force. i am uncorrupted by theft and indolence. i am on a journey to excellence. it is my duty to keep taking joy in creating.

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Seven Days to Christmas Countdown: Day 2

Pairing: Peggy Carter x Angie Martinelli

Prompt: Cartinelli - Peggy surprises Angie with her first proper Christmas in the modern world

Word Count - 1.2k

Peggy knows it hasn’t been easy for Angie since she came to the modern world. When the anomaly Howard and Whitney somehow created brought her and Angie to New York, albeit a century later, she was terrified too. Somehow, Steve’s alive here. She’s glad to have her friend back, but she wouldn’t date him, not now. Anyways, he and Sargent Barnes are finally together like they should have been if they’d been able

The first year they were here, Angie broke down crying when they were first shown a video of New York Pride and she’d finally told Peggy what she’d already suspected — she was lesbian. In the same breath, Peggy had confessed as well to liking more than one gender. Later, Steve had taught her the term bisexual — his identity, and now it seemed also hers

A few months after that, Angie had gotten tipsy with Wanda and come home to the little apartment near the Avengers Tower they’d gotten with the help of Howard’s son and confessed to being in love with Peggy. And Peggy? She adored Angie, and loved her. It hadn’t taken too long after that for two bedrooms to become one and the twin beds to be pushed together, then those beds to become one larger bed.

Peggy had retaken her job as SHIELD director, quickly fitting in. Angie had considered trying to act again but decided to take a break for the first time, keeping house for the two of them, as she called it, and finding friends amongst the Avengers — particularly Wanda, a young witch with a kind heart and soft accent who had been taken under the women’s wing.

Now, it was December, and neither woman had said anything about making plans to celebrate the holidays. Their apartment had a wreath on the door courtesy of Jenna Simmons, a sweet younger shield agent who Peggy had been surprised to discover somewhat idolized her. But besides that, it looked the same as always. Pointsettias on the mantle instead of the usual bouquet Peggy got for Angie maybe counted, but really they were barely counted, at least in her opinion.

So, while Angie was out shopping she did the only logical thing — she called the boys and asked them to pick up a tree while she got some decorations for it, quickly wrapping the lights in before her girlfriend arrived home. She set out the ornaments on the table along, moving to the kitchen to start some baking along with dinner

-

When she heard the door open, Peggy slipped out to the living room, smiling brightly with an apron tied over her clothes as she watched Angie slip in. It took the other woman a moment to notice as she kicked off her shoes and set the groceries on the side table.

“Darling,” Peggy greeted with a smile, stepping closer

Angie instantly lit up as always, hugging her tightly. “English! You’ve been cooking?”

“I have,” Peggy nodded with a warm smile. “Decided to make a surprise for my lovely girl”

It seemed that that was what helped Angie register her surroundings — the tree in the living room, the carols on the radio, the cookie sheets cycling through the oven to cool on the counter, and the decorations waiting to be put up. “Oh doll! You didn’t-”

“Oh, I did New York,” Peggy chuckled, pulling her further into the room. “I figured since we didn’t really have any plans, it would be nice”

Angie’s eyes were sparkling as she looked at the decorations, lifting them up for examination before she went towards the kitchen, surveying the dinner keeping warm and the cookies cooling. “You made cookies?”

“Of course I did darling, what would Christmas be without biscuits?”

“Biscuits? You and your British English,” Angie giggled, wrapping her arms around the taller woman’s neck.

“Well, I am a Brit,” she pointed out as she swept her girlfriend up

“Yeah yeah… now shut up and kiss me”

Peggy chuckled at that, setting Angie on a very small square of empty counter and kissing her soundly. “As my lady wishes”

Angie gasps softly and Peggy smirks proudly, kissing her nose before going back to cooking. “Pegs-”

“That is my name,”

“You can’t just kiss me like that and then stop,” she pouts, tapping her lips

“So… you’re asking me to ruin you?”

“N-no- I mean yes- but not right now? Just- more kisses please-?”

Peggy grins and returns happily, setting hands on her hips and kissing down Angie’s neck, nibbling at the sweet spots. “Absolutely, angel…”

-

In the morning, Peggy wakes up to find Angie sprawled over her, their bodies tangled together closely, as well her lover in clothes that clearly don’t belong to the smaller woman, the blankets cocooned around them.

It’s been too long since they’ve had a lazy morning, and Peggy is finding herself inclined to embrace it, reaching for her phone to order food while Angie sleeps.

Half an hour later, Angie blinks awake, warm eyes looking up with sleepy adoration.

“Pegs?” She yawns softly, cuddling in closer like a sleepy kitten

“Yes, darling?” Peggy’s hand cards through her hair, soothing and protective.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?”

That hurts Peggy’s heart, the fact that Angie’s assuming she cares more about work than her wi-girlfriend -just girlfriend!- and in hindsight… she’s been too busy

“No, love.” She kisses Angie’s hair, holding her close. “I’m taking off until after New Years.”

She hasn’t, not at all. She has the same leave as everyone around the holiday — three days around Christmas or half days for Hanukkah, various accommodations for whatever holidays are relevant. But oh well — she’s director. Well, co-director with Nicholas Fury and just above Maria Hill, but that just makes a better point. The world can wait

And based on how Angie lights up at the words, it’s the right choice

“Really? You’d do that for me?!”

“Of course I would New York. You’re my wife.” The word slips out before Peggy can catch it, too natural for her to notice at first

“You rea- wife?”

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

She shouldn’t have said that. Right-?

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to say-”

“-Margaret. Peggy, listen to me-” Angie’s eyes are bright with tears and now Peggy’s freaking out more until the next words come. “I want to marry you, too.”

Peggy freezes, holding her closer.

“You… you do?”

“Yes! Of course I do, you complete idiot!” she’s laughing now, holding Peggy’s face to kiss her

“Wait- does that mean-”

“Yes, if you want it to, English.”

Peggy blushes. “I have to admit… I wasn’t expecting or planning on this to propose…”

“So… you’ve thought about it?” Angie teases, deepening the blush

“Possibly..”

“What did you plan?”

She’s caught off guard by the question, but recovers quickly enough.

“Well… I would have taken you to a nice date first… maybe that bakery you like down by the tower. I’d have taken you on a drive then, rented some place away from it all.. proposed to you in a special place.” Without noticing, Peggy’s let her hand trail patterns over Angie’s back. “I’d find a place for us to be just us for a while”

Angie looks up with soft eyes, holding her lover’s face. “We can do that still… call it a pre-honeymoon.”

“So.. we’re engaged now?” Peggy’s eyes sparkle as she kisses Angie’s forehead.

“Yes, we are”

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Masterlist

🩷 - fluff | 💔 - angst | ❤️‍🩹 - hurt/comfort | 💙 - platonic centric | ❤️‍🔥 - smut | 🎄 - holiday | 🌈 - queer ship

Marvel

Christmas Countdown Day 1 - 🩷❤️‍🔥🎄🌈

Stucky - Steve and Bucky get ready for the holidays in their new apartment

Christmas Countdown Day 2 - 🩷🎄🌈

Cartinelli - Peggy surprises Angie with her first proper Christmas in the modern world

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Seven Days to Christmas Countdown: Day 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Prompt: Stucky - Steve and Bucky get ready for the holidays in their new apartment

Word Count - 1.2k

Contains smut — Minors do not interact

It’s snowing when Bucky arrives home from the tower. It’s been a long time coming, a proper home with Steve. Finally they’ve fought their battles and earned rest, now tucked away in a cozy Brooklyn apartment paid for easily by their more than generous pensions

He can’t remember the first time they had a proper Christmas. After they came to the Avengers and Steve was adjusted and his mind was his own again, they were working too much.

Then Steve had confessed feelings Bucky had spent decades terrified weren’t reciprocated, and they’d started dating

Then Steve had returned the stones and Bucky had found them a little apartment near where they grew up

—

Now, when Bucky steps through the door, he can hear big band Christmas carols from the old record player Steve got up and running and smell something sweet in the oven

“Honey! I’m home!” The words are teasing but sweet as he kicks his boots off and leaves them neatly by the door, scooping up Alpine as she comes running to him, then carries her to the kitchen where he’s used as a step stool so she can climb on top of the fridge, watching over her domain

Steve, there he is. He’s standing over the stove in a soft sweatshirt and jeans, humming and cooking. Bucky can’t help himself from wrapping his arms around him from behind, kissing his boyfriend’s jaw. “Missed you,” he mumbles, breathing in the comforting scent

“Missed you too, Buck,” Steve smiles quietly, turning and hugging Bucky tightly. Just a bit taller these days — that’s taking some getting used to.

“What’cha making?” He leans over the stove, sniffing the pot.

“Ma’s stew, and Christmas cookies,” comes the answer

“Mmmm, I’m gonna eat all of them.”

Steve chuckles fondly, kissing Bucky’s hair. “I made plenty love”

“You always do,” Bucky hums back, leaning in close. “By the way… what would you say about decorating for Christmas?”

Steve lights up subtly, smiling and cupping Bucky’s cheek in the way that always speeds up his heart. “I’d love to. We can go get a tree tomorrow?”

“Sounds good… I think Nat left some extra stuff from the tower here, too”

“She did?” Steve looks up in surprise

“Yeah, when she helped us move. She’s sneaky like that”

“Yeah, she is.”

—

The next morning, Bucky wakes up to Steve’s arms wrapped firmly around him and snow falling idyllically outside the window. When he rolls over, his face ends up tucked into his boyfriend’s neck, pleasantly able to wait for Steve to wake up while he enjoys being held.

It doesn’t take too long for Steve to wake up, he’s always risen early when he’s healthy.

“Morning love,” Steve mumbles sleepily as he blinks awake, pulling Bucky a little closer.

“Morning Stevie,” comes the reply with a happy hum. “Tree?”

“Yeah…” he yawns, cuddling closer. “Why don’t we grab food on the way and beat the rush?”

“Sounds good.”

That part isn’t too hard — a few hours later they’ve got the tree up, and Bucky’s put the lights on while Steve drags out the ornaments they’ve picked up on various trips and missions. Despite the fact they’ve never decorated for the holidays in this century, they’ve got a solid collection, along with some simpler ornaments Bucky picked up at the store.

—

By nightfall, they’re curled on the couch and watching their tree sparkle.

“I love it,” Bucky murmurs softly, gazing up at the tree before his eyes shift to his boyfriend. “It looks so nice… it’s like old times.”

Steve hums in agreement, kissing his cheek. “But better,” he answers simply. “Because now we can love each other.”

“True,” he hums, memories floating up of late nights and hidden feelings they’d spent decades with before now. People might not always support them, but now they could even get married someday… “Hey Stevie?”

“Yes?”

Bucky paused quietly, playing with Steve’s hand. “What would you say… about getting married someday?”

Steve paused, sucking in his breath. Squeezing Bucky a little closer. “I’d love that, doll.”

“You… you would?”

“Yes, of course I would… nothing would make me happier.”

Bucky slipped his hand up into Steve’s hair and pulling his partner down for a kiss, trying to get his feelings across.

It seemed to work, and Steve shifted to cuddle him close, then leaving kisses down his neck.

“S-Stevie…”

Steve looked up with those gorgeous, concerned eyes. “Yes, love?

“Keep kissing me”

That makes him chuckle a little before returning, shifting the collar of Bucky’s tshirt — well, Steve’s shirt that Bucky “borrowed” — to leave kisses a little lower, mixed with marks that will fade all too quickly as Bucky whines.

“More… need more.”

“You want all of it?”

“I want all of you,” Bucky answers, head falling back as he fumbles with the hem of Steve’s shirt. “I need it”

Within seconds, Bucky’s shirt has been pulled over his head, and Steve is leaving hungry but somehow still tender kisses down his abs, lips lingering as he practically worships every inch of his partner. A belt comes undone and boxers and pants fall away, discarded somewhere with his shirt as Steve moans at the sigh.

“Fuck…”

“Too much?” Bucky winks, gasping the words with a teasing tone as Steve’s hand wraps around him.

“No. Never.” Steve’s mouth is on him then, and Bucky is groaning in pleasure and knotting a hand in Steve’s hair as he sinks down, until he has every bit of him in his mouth and he’s bobbing his head while Bucky makes desperate, needy sounds, back arching off the couch. Steve is mumbling something affectionate as best he can, and the sound, the sight… it’s driving Bucky mad.

“Fuck- fuck Stevie I’m not gonna last, fuck-” curses fall from his lips faster than he can track them. “A-ah!”

He’s coming in Steve’s mouth suddenly with Steve’s hands gripping his hips, gasping for air as he watches Steve pull off, swallowing every bit. Damn punk, he’s putting on a show and he knows it.

Steve’s kissing him and he’s kissing back, pulling him closer as he tastes himself on his boyfriend’s tongue, moaning again at it.

“Do you want- should I?” He’s reaching for Steve’s belt when his boyfriend shakes his head, blushing red.

“I, um…”

Bucky realizes, laughing softly, “you totally didn’t even touch yourself.

“Hey!” Steve blushes even redder somehow, which probably shouldn’t be possible, but hey. It’s cute.

“Okay, definitely didn’t.” He loves that they can still laugh and joke like this. He loves how they fit together, how they’re making their own home.

“Maybe I didn’t…” Steve mumbles against his neck, pulling a blanket up over Bucky and taking off his shirt.

Bucky hums happily at the skin to skin contact. He’s always been clingy, and since he got his mind back the close contact has always been comforting. He almost likes the afterglow more than the sex itself these days, the way he feels close to Steve as they lay together and cuddle.

“Maybe you didn’t,” he agrees softly as he cradles Steve close. “Maybe you didn’t”

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Holy shit it’s working!

I’ve decided to brute force getting through writer’s block via a Christmas countdown. I made up seven days of prompts for myself and two for Christmas Day, I’m gonna do my best to post a one shot a day

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I’ve decided to brute force getting through writer’s block via a Christmas countdown. I made up seven days of prompts for myself and two for Christmas Day, I’m gonna do my best to post a one shot a day

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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~ OBLIVIOUS PINING ~ PROMPTS about denial of feelings

requested by: anonymous request: how can i resolve very heavy denial of feelings? it doesn’t feel organic to just have a “oh crap, i like them” moment for this specific character

Feel free to use and reblog!

changing their behaviour towards the other person before they realise their own feelings

doing something nice for the other impulsively

growing softer in their attitude towards the other

finding themselves daydreaming about the other

being annoyed by how much the other occupies their thoughts/their daily life

realising certain single traits of the other they like/adore

being in the other's debt, so they can't hate them so much anymore, they 'have to' like them at least a little

getting flustered when the other is nice to them

realising they're feeling much better when they know that the other is happy

enjoying making the other smile

^ and being worried afterwards about these new strange sensations towards the other's happiness

*eye-rolling* "Well, I guess I can do that for you."

feeling bad when they're treating the other shitty

feeling bad when they're ignoring the other

telling themselves that they can be nice without that having to mean they like the other (that's totally normal, right? to give someone a gift and it doesn't mean anything)

A talking to C about B: "Yes, we're getting along better now. But I mean, it's normal, right? To do nice things, even though you weren't on good terms just a week ago. People change. Relationships change. But that doesn't mean we like each other, alright?"

spending hours wondering who the other actually is and what they mean to them

"Nothing has changed." *when in fact, everything has changed*

"It has always been like this." *when in fact, they're losing their mind about not seeing sooner how it has actually been*

"Come on, it can't come as a big surprise to you." *when in fact, it's the biggest surprise to themselves*

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Intro Post

Requests: Open | Masterlist

Hi, I’m Ani. I’m a writer, sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s bad but it’s generally at least funny

Fandoms & Characters I write for:

MCU/Marvel

Particularly:

Natasha Romanov/Black Widow

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Peter Parker/Spider-man

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier/White Wolf

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Agatha Harkness

Rio Vidal

Lilia Calderu

Billy Kaplan-Maximoff/Teen

Peggy Carter/Agent Carter/Captain Carter

Six of Crows

Specifically:

Kaz Brekker

Inej Ghafa

Wylan Hendricks(Van Eck)

Jesper Fahey

Nina Zenik

Matthias Helvar

Hanna Brum

Colm Fahey

Request Guidelines

!!X Reader welcome!!

Ships I’ll Write(if not listed, feel free to ask) - Kanej, Helnik, Wesper, Hanna Brum x Nina Zenik, Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal, WinterWidow, Romanrogers, Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett, Stucky, Valcarol, Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov, Carol Danvers x Maria Rambeau, Cartinelli

Some of my favorite non-romantic things to write(still request! This is just a lot of my favs) - Irondad, Spidermom, Carol Danvers & Natasha Romanov, Billy Kaplan-Maximoff & Agatha Harkness, Lilia Calderu & Billy Maximoff, Carol Danvers & Steve Rogers

DNES + RULES

- no homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, antisemitism, xenophobia, etc

- KINK IS WELCOME HERE

- stand with Palestine & Ukraine

- DNI Starker, shipping adults & Minors, noncon, etc etc