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A Little Help from their Friends update

Yeah, it's been almost a year. Sorry. Life. I have one, and sometimes it gets crazy. Yay, responsibilities and drama! Meanwhile, here's a spicy update for you!

A Little Help from their Friend - Chapter 4 - EmerySaks7 - Agent Carter (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 4

Peggy, always resourceful, made her way into the pantry, guided by the faint glow of a flashlight. She returned to the study, arms laden with candles, and set about building a fire in the fireplace. As the flames flickered higher, they bathed the room in an orange hue and chased away the chilly temperatures.

As warmth suffused the small space, Peggy settled into a comfortable chair, a book in her hands, while Angie curled up on the couch across from her with a script. They read their respective tomes silently until Peggy laid down her book and peered at Angie.

"Perhaps you'd like to run some lines together?"

Angie looked up from her script, her eyes meeting Peggy's. "You really want to run lines with me, English?" she asked delightfully.

Peggy nodded and tried to ignore the sudden warmth that flowed through her at Angie's smile. "Of course."

They spent the next half hour going back and forth: Angie clutching her chest and calling for a hero to save her. At the same time, Peggy tried her best to portray an overbearing American gangster convincingly. Unfortunately, the harder she tried, the more ridiculous she sounded until Angie finally burst out laughing.

"What?" Peggy asked, her face contorting in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Peg," Angie said, between snickers, "It's just funny hearing you try to do an American accent.

Peggy frowned. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean," she said, her accent slipping back into her native British now, "I've never had any complaints."

Angie looked at her curiously. "I've never heard you use it before." She gave Peggy a knowing look. "Let me guess - an undercover operation?"

"Something like that," Peggy admitted. "But give me a few more lessons, and I could be just as menacing as any of your gangsters."

Angie laughed again, and Peggy couldn't help but join in. Angie sighed and looked longingly at the fire when they finally quieted down.

"I really don't want to go to bed upstairs tonight. It feels like a freezer."

"It is rather cold," Peggy agreed. She glanced around the study and made a decision. "We should probably sleep here tonight. The fire will keep this room relatively warm."

Angie raised a questioning eyebrow at Peggy, looked at the sole couch in the room, and then back at Peggy.

Peggy blushed before gesturing magnanimously. "You take the couch. I'll make up a pallet on the floor."

Angie stared at her, appalled. "What kind of friend would I be if I let you sleep on the floor while I'm on a comfortable couch?"

"A smart one," Peggy retorted. "Honestly, Angie, I'm used to sleeping on floors and the ground. When I was embedded with the US Army-"

"I know, I know," Angie retorted. "You jumped out of airplanes and had to share a sleeping bag with Mussolini."

Peggy sniffed. "Airplanes, yes. Mussolini, no."

Angie rolled her eyes.

"However," Peggy continued, "This isn't up for discussion. Kindly retrieve sheets and pillows from the downstairs guest room. I'll get the blankets from the laundry room."

When Peggy returned with an armful of blankets, she found several sheets and four pillows carefully arranged into a makeshift bed on the floor before the fireplace.

"Angie, what is this?" She motioned at the floor.

Angie looked at her. "What's it look like, English? It's a bed."

"I told you to sleep on the couch," Peggy said.

"No. If you're on the floor, then I'm on the floor, too. There's no way I'm making my best friend sleep on the floor while I'm on a comfortable couch."

"Angie."

"Not up for debate, English. This is the bed," Angie said huffily and pointed at the mess of sheets. "Now, give me the blankets."

Peggy sighed and cursed herself for lack of foresight. Sleeping in their pajamas and robes in front of a seductive fire? It sounded like a scene from one of those trashy novels Sarah used to pawn off on her at the Griffith. Could this be any more cliche?

"C'mon," Angie encouraged with a smile. She arranged the last blanket and gave it a pat. As she did so, one corner of her robe slipped off a shoulder, and Peggy resisted the urge to groan.

Apparently, it could.

Peggy hesitated for a moment. She had faced down Hydra. Surely, she could sleep in front of a fireplace with her best friend. Taking a deep breath, she carefully made her way over to the makeshift bed. She could feel Angie's eyes on her as she laid herself down next to her. She purposely kept as much space between them as possible and turned towards the wall. Perhaps if she didn't look at Angie, she could somehow ignore the situation thrust upon them. As Peggy lay beside Angie, she was aware of every movement Angie made and could feel her body next to hers.

Angie broke the silence when she turned and gently tapped Peggy on the shoulder. "Pegs?"

"Yes?"

"This will probably sound dumb, but I'm not used to…"

"Sleeping with another person?" Peggy said knowingly as she turned to face her.

"What? No! I've slept with loads of people," Angie said.

Peggy tried to school her features into a neutral expression but knew she must've failed when a dull blush spread across Angie's cheeks.

"Not like that!" she exclaimed as she tried, and failed, to smack Peggy across the arm. "I've slept in the same room with my sister, brothers, and cousins. Holidays were packed at the Martinelli house if you know what I mean."

"Oh!"

"What I was trying to say is that I'm not used to sleepin' in my robe," she clarified. "It's kinda uncomfortable."

Peggy nodded, relieved.

"I'm gonna' take it off." She looks at Peggy. "Is that okay?"

Peggy rolled her eyes. "Angie, I was in the Army. It won't bother me."

Angie stood up and began to remove her robe, but she stopped when Peggy remained on the floor.

"Are you keepin' your robe on?" she asked. She looked at her own robe self-consciously. "'Cause if you're keepin' your robe on, then I'm keepin' on mine."

"Oh honestly, Angie," Peggy huffed.

"What?"

"Fine," Peggy snipped. She stood up and quickly shed her robe, revealing her crimson and black negligee. "Happy now?"

Peggy hadn't expected Angie to see her in something so visually stimulating, but here she was. The fire blazed in the small room, and the logs crackled loudly as she stood there. Peggy cursed herself for her lack of judgment and quickly darted back under the blankets, her back to Angie. The atmosphere between them was heavy, and Peggy tried to stay as still as possible. The fire smelled delicious; it was warm, and as the heat seeped in, it made Peggy drowsy and relaxed.

Eventually, Angie rolled over and reached a tentative hand to Peggy's shoulder. The gesture startled and comforted her, and Peggy suddenly wanted to turn around and embrace Angie. Instead, she stayed still, trying to contain the emotions within her. The silence deepened, and the fire crackled in the background. Eventually, she heard Angie whisper, "Peggy?"

Peggy had to swallow twice before she found her voice. "Yes?

"I really enjoyed spending the day with you. We haven't done this in a while, and I missed it. So, thank you for spending the day with me."

Peggy finally turned and gazed at Angie. "I enjoyed it, too. It's been too long since we've done this, and I apologize. Work has kept me rather busy."

"I can hardly judge you, given all those extra shifts at the diner I've been taking."

"Perhaps we should both agree to work less," Peggy suggested.

Angie snorted. "I'll start when you do."

"Touche," Peggy laughed. "Before we devolved into silliness, I meant to tell you were brilliant with your lines."

Angie ducked her head into Peggy's shoulder and smiled. "Really?"

"Absolutely," Peggy confirmed. "I've said it before, but you belong on the stage. It's just a matter of time before the right director realizes it."

"You're too sweet to me, English."

"It's the truth."

"Thanks, Peg," Angie smiled at her and tentatively scooted closer until her head rested in the crook of Peggy's shoulder. "That means a lot to me, coming from you."

Peggy inhaled sharply, her heart hammering against her chest as she felt Angie's warmth against her own. She shifted her arm until she could wrap it around Angie's shoulder and pulled her in closer until they were lying side by side. Peggy closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. She could feel Angie's breath against the skin of her neck, sending tingles through her body with every exhale. After a few quiet moments, Peggy felt Angie's finger lightly caressing her arm.

"Peggy?"

"Yes?"

"Is this okay?" Angie asked hesitantly.

Peggy was quiet for a second before finally whispering, "Yes."

Seemingly encouraged by Peggy's answer, Angie turned in the embrace and tentatively slid her arm across Peggy's waist to hold her.

"What about this? Is this okay?" Angie asked quietly.

Peggy felt her heart pick up speed as Angie's finger gently traced circles through the fabric of her nightgown. Unbidden, a soft moan escaped her lips, and she dug her fingers into Angie's arm, holding it against her waist even as Angie tried to pull away.

"I-I'm sorry," Angie stuttered nervously. "I didn't mean to… I just wanted… I didn't think…" She buried her face against Peggy's neck. "I didn't think we were gonna be in our nightclothes under blankets together in front of a seductive fire during a snowstorm." She pulled back to peer earnestly at Peggy. "I don't want to ruin our friendship, Pegs. But I can't help how I feel."

Peggy interrupted her words by pressing a finger to her lips. "It's okay," she said softly before releasing Angie's arm and entwining their fingers together. Angie looked down at their hands and then back up at Peggy with surprise in her eyes. However, her shock quickly turned to determination, and she leaned forward until their noses were almost touching.

"Are you sure?" Angie asked quietly, searching Peggy's face for an answer. Peggy nodded slowly before leaning forward the last few inches to press their lips together in a tender kiss. They stayed like that for ages before finally pulling away. This time, it was Peggy who spoke.

"Is this okay?" she asked breathlessly, barely able to contain her joy.

Angie smiled and beamed at her. "Yes," she said firmly.

"Thank God," Peggy sighed before tugging Angie closer and placing another kiss against her smiling lips.

#cartinelli #agent carter #peggy carter #angie martinelli #snow days are fun #snow days = sexy days #friends to lovers #fanfic #marvel #nervous peggy makes me laugh #i will never get over these two #my OTP

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wardingshout · 9 months

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Zelda goes mushroom girl

#tloz #a link to the past #zelda #link #my art #I was happy with that first one but for some reason decided it still needed a companion piece so I spent way too long on that second one...#I don't think there was any time during the progress where I was happy with it but hfduhdfu at least I got to Attempt drawing moss hell yea #I also at some point sat in Pyu's art stream and said I enjoy drawing legs As I was being murdered by the infamously impossibe (imo) squat.#it's ok I had fun !! but I need to learn how to let doodles be doodles or I'll never finish stuff at this rate dfsuhfd #if everything in my tloz tag looks like it was drawn by different people uuuh 2023 was art crisis year ngl......#I'm falling back into my old ways rn though #anyway I think about these two a lot I think they're both stone faced and awkward ppl in different ways but they try rly hard to be friends #like I like to think it starts out so incredibly awkward and a bit sad bc they keep stepping over each other's toes accidentally the harder #they try but idk they find comfy middle ground idk in my brain they have a very interesting friendship I wanna get around to drawing it #in a proper way that might make sense....#if I don't write 200 tags I will die maybe it's bc I grew up on dA or smth #and yes I know how to find 1 (one) type of mushroom /I/ am not mushroom girl unfortunately smh

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month

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Lan Wangji goes to Lotus Pier (No relation to the AU of the same name)

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#poorly drawn mdzs #better drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian #Another split type comic because I decided to be ambitious.#This flashback is currently beating my ass. There are so many timeskips within the flashback! My flow and pacing are wheezing!#I loved how this scene starts with the crowd's point of view. The observations and gossip add a lot.#And it helps reposition us to what the external perspective is on these two. Namely that 'they don't get along.'#Tensions are known! Even here in Nouveau Lotus Pier.#Ah...Lan Wangji never got a chance to see the Lotus Pier of Wei Wuxian's childhood and adolescence...did he?#It's not the same. He's not the same. Call them by the same name and people will know what you mean...#...but the first version - the one with the fond memories - is gone for good.#It's sort of interesting isn't it? How names can hold so much power and still be hollow?#We often get stuck over past versions of things. Be it ourselves or other people or places.#Change is scary but the truth is nothing ever stays the same. It's always moving. You're always moving.#It's okay to mourn the past. Maybe it's people you lost or the person you hoped to be. Let yourself feel the grief.#And then? Then you grow around that pain and keep on going. If you feel like you can't - remember you don't have to do it alone.#A side note: Listening to the tossing flowers extra is so essential for this scene. It's cute and gives us more of [redacted]#What's [redacted]? You'll see in the next comic!

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bungobble-my-balls · 18 days

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OK correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like the main 'yin/yang' parallel with Atsushi and Akutagawa is not something like 'this one is bad but secretly has a good side and this one is good but secretly has a bad side'.

I feel like it's more about 'who they are at their core vs who they choose to be'.

At his core Akutagawa is kind and at his core Atsushi is not. But despite this Atsushi tries every day to make the kinder choices and I love him so much for it. He has to work so hard to be good.

He wants to be a bitch SO bad I know he does but he tries his best to help people and be nice (sometimes he fails but that's OK <3)

Atsushi doesn't always WANT to help people, a lot of the time he's selfish and scared, but he does help people anyway. He keeps helping people over and over again. There's still some selfish motivation to it, and his initial motivation for helping people was because the headmaster told him that's all he was worth, but overall he does care about the people he helps and it weighs on him if he fails to save them. And of course, as the series goes on he starts helping people more because he can rather than because he feels like he needs to.

In Akutagawa's case, he's still capable of being kind but his environment led him into being someone who chooses to hurt people. But he's always been a protector at heart. In the start he was bad compared to Atsushi because he was choosing to hurt people and keep the cycle of abuse going. Just like how Atsushi developed in why he saved people, Akutagawa starts to get redeemed when he chooses to not just act on his rage. Not only does he start to spare people, but he speaks more kindly to them (apologising to Higuchi and telling Kyouka he's proud of her). It all culminates into the moment he chooses to help Atsushi and sacrifice himself for him, going back to his core value of being a protector. Even when he's finally revived, he keeps this role in his new position as Aya's Knight.

I kind of see the streaks of white in Akutagawa and the streaks of black in Atsushi not as their 'hidden sides' but as their fundamental selfs. That's who they are at their core, and their main colours (black for Akutagawa and white for Atsushi) are how they're presented to everyone else and how they try to have people see them as.

#I'm just spitballing half of this but these are also my genuine thoughts on these two and their yin/yang parallels #I'll never get over Akutagawa being a protector at heart and getting that side of him buried with rage from growing up in the PM and-#-Dazai's old teachings #also Atsushi being selfish at his core is very important to me. He's not a typical 'kind hearted' shonen protagonist. He's kind not because #-that's how he’s always been but because that's how he chooses to be #I think that kind of character is even more admirable to me #it also fits well with Dazai being his mentor. Since Dazai also doesn't have that initial desire to save people just out of kindness.#He saves people as a promise to his dead friend that wanted him to live a good life #in fact that actually fits with Jouno too #now that I think about it quite a few bsd characters fit into that 'not kind because they were born that way but because they chose to be'-#-archetype #hell yeah. That's kinda cool I like that #bsd analysis #Akutagawa #atsushi #akutagawa ryuunosuke #atsushi nakajima #sskk #shin soukoku #<- Not a ship post but adding this tag since I consider that their duo name too #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungobble my post

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cozylittleartblog · 9 months

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worst way to start my new year, thanks. i have a lot of things to say about these companies but i'm tired and just keeping it focused to the pin side of things for this one. do not ever buy pins from these companies, literally ALL of them are stolen from small artists like me. if you want to buy enamel pins, check out etsy, and artist's personal websites and shops! (though even Etsy has some bootleg pins that ship straight from china, so tread carefully…)

Every pin I've designed is, thus far, EXCLUSIVE to my etsy. if you find it anywhere else, it's been ripped off! and once these stupid bootlegs pop up, it's basically a never ending game of whack-a-mole trying to get them all taken down...

#psa #art theft #pin theft #aliexpress #shein #wish #temu #deltarune #the bootleg pin is just over an inch tall. do you know how BAD this design looks at that size?? i'd know. i tested it.#they didn't even use the black nickel of the pin for the black parts of the design. and the listing says copper for some reason. what.#some people never even get their designs taken down. its really sad #so i might just have to deal with bootleg queens out there forever :( i hope nobody confuses the ripoffs for the real thing....#my pin is so much nicer! its almost two inches big and it has two posts on the back so it doesn't spin #because spinning pins are the bane of my existence #im out here working my ass off out of my bedroom in my parents place trying to make a living and here come these pricks #i watermarked all my listing photos exactly so they Couldn't steal my fucking pictures so at least there's that #my new years is just full of bad luck so far i hope this isn't a bad omen #if my registration isn't accepted by the aliexpress copyright department I'm SOL and this will just. stay up i guess #i'm sad #bootleggers kys

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justaz · 4 months

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lol arthur realizes with the other knights after watching merlin flirt and being hit with a wave of deja vu: holy shit you asked me out

merlin and the rest of the knights around a campfire after leaving a village bc lancelot and leon somehow started a brawl in the tavern: ???

arthur points at merlin: after valiant! you asked me to buy you a drink! you were asking me out!

merlin is busy cooking dinner and confused out of his fucking mind: what???…..valiant….oh the knight with the snakes.

gwaine who was slightly tipsy now stone cold sober and sitting up straight against a tree: wait. explain. what do you mean merlin asked you out??

arthur snaps his fingers as he recalls the memory: i apologized for sacking you and you said that if i bought you a drink we’d be even.

merlin now remembering how he had stumbled into camelot, picked a fight with a pigheaded bully which quickly turned homoerotic and flirtatious, and continued their teasing-flirting for days before merlin shot his shot and asked the prince out only to be rejected: oh yeah, i forgot i did that…..wait, you mean you didnt realize what i was asking?

arthur: no?? we argued everyday, how was i supposed to realize you were asking me out??

merlin now abandoning the dinner and staring across the camp at arthur while the rest of the knights watch their back and forth like a game of tennis: to you we were arguing, to me that was very much flirting. i thought you were flirting back so i decided to ask you. then you rejected me

arthur, mentally beating his past self up for fucking up their chance: i didn’t reject you!!! i just didn’t realize what you were asking me. how was i meant to? we fought every chance we got

leon, nudging elyan, glee and excitement riling through him: its happening!!! its finally happening!!! seven long, grueling years is finally paying off!!!

merlin, realizing the misunderstanding and acknowledging the fact that he wasn’t rejected, his flirtations just weren’t noticed - realizing he still has a chance: oh…oh i see. arthur, my dear, our fights were extremely flirtatious. need i remind you of what you said? “do you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to teach you?” or “i could take you apart with one blow”

arthur, mental capabilities at an all time low: m…my dear….?????????

merlin grinning devilishly as he realizes that his flirtatious persona he had hidden away after falling head over heels for arthur can make a come back: that is what i called you. should i call you something else? say…mine?

percival gags in elyan’s ear: cheesy

elyan hides a laugh: at least they’re finally getting somewhere. better than the hopeless pining

arthur, flushed from head to toe: ah uh no um im uh

merlin thoroughly enjoying himself: oh come now, your majesty. use your words.