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[oakandgumtrees]

She was probably cold out here, Leonard realized. Ship's temperature for a majority-human vessel was cooler than Vulcans preferred, and he knew Spock kept his quarters warm. "Hang on a moment, T'Pana, I just want to grab something," he said. Quickly, he ducked out of his office and retrieved a blanket from the nurse's station, then came back and draped it around T'Pana's shoulders. "There, so you don't get cold.”

T'Pana blinked, surprised at the blanket settling over her, and curled one of her hands in the edge of the blanket to warm the back of her fingers that hadn't gotten the benefit of being pressed against the hot mug. "That was kind," she said softly, and pulled her legs up onto the chair, folded under her. "Is Spock often cold on the ship? He appears to be fully acclimated to a human-centric environment."

Portrait of T'Pana, from sagesiren's and my fic, The Family You Choose

Calligraphy is all from http://korsaya.org/vulcan-calligraphy/, dodgily copy-and-pasted by me.

I am very new to digital art (this was actually done in powerpoint), so I'm pretty pleased with how it came out!

[sagesiren]

Chapters: 17/? Fandom: Agent Carter (TV), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers

A belated entry for @steggyfanevents‘ Steggy Week 2023 WIP day!

Chapter Preview:

“Trying to bankrupt me through my electric bill?” Steve asked.

“I'm getting desperate for new ways to take you down,” she said mildly.

[themculibrary]

dark steggy recs

here are some fics i found although you didn't specify what kind of dark fics you were looking for so i hope these are okay:

All Day, Every Day (ao3) - roboticonography M, 21k

Summary: Steve is on his mission to return the Infinity Stones when his quantum suit glitches, and he finds himself sliding sideways through alternate realities, encountering different versions of himself. None of whom are particularly happy to see him.

Can he do this all day? Time will tell!

Dark Appetites (ao3) - beautifulwhensarcastic E, 11k

Summary: Peggy avoided asking anyone for help, but this time there’s no other choice. However, entering vampire’s stronghold forces her to face darkness and feelings she’s perhaps not equipped to deal with.

Dark Ways (ao3) - indiefic E, 10k

Summary: Erskine was wrong. The serum twisted Steve as much as it twisted Schmidt.

Modern day setting. There will be 3 sections, which will jump around a little in time.

Respire (ao3) - MelliaBee T, 17k

Summary: The year is 1944, and Hydra is targeting Captain America with a weapon designed specifically to kill him. As Steve Rogers fights for his life, Peggy, Bucky, and Howard race the clock to find a solution. Darker than some of my other work, this features semi-graphic blood and injuries.

Rest for the Wicked (ao3) - sagesiren E, 62k (WIP)

Summary: She could see why he'd been described as 'charming' by the last agent who tried to get close to him. It had been written in the report the Agency had received days before that agent was found washed up on the banks of the East River.

(Steve is a mobster in Brooklyn, Peggy is undercover to infiltrate his organization, and they both are in over their heads)

- Tori

[ao3feed-spirk]

Recovery

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52370503 by sagesiren, seekeronthepath The away team materialised on the transporter pad in a shimmer of light, returning triumphant from their diplomatic mission from Betazed. It had been high stakes, but low risk - mostly dinners, meetings, and socialising. But as the group stepped off the pad, Spock swayed and nearly fell. After a mission on Betazed, Spock needs to recover from telepathic overload, Jim needs to recover from the stress of Spock suddenly collapsing, and Leonard needs to convince these two to speak up when something’s wrong. Words: 5140, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Series: Part 4 of sagesiren and seeker Star Trek collabs Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock, queerplatonic Jim Kirk & Leonard McCoy Additional Tags: Sickfic, (sort of), Mild Hurt/Comfort, Vulcan Telepathy, Jim Kirk has an unspecified eating disorder, Bones is tired of these idiots not asking for help, queerplatonic Jim Kirk & Leonard McCoy - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52370503

[beautifulwhensarcastic]

Latest line tag game

Rules: in a new post, show off the last line you wrote and try to tag as many people as there are words.

I was tagged by the wonderful @doctorhelena

I’m tagging  @lunetta-suzie-jewel, @teaandatale, @cafecitowriter, @founderofshield, @lavellenchanted, @theawkwardterrier, @littlereyofsunlight, @sagesiren, @thesokovianaccords, @captainjimothycarter, @notlucy, @avenger-nerd-mom, @rachlovesligers, and whoever wants to do it because my head is out of people, lol

Here’s the last line (or rather last paragraph) from a certain steggy fic:

“No more decisions for you tonight.” Steve tilts her chin up with the pads of his fingers. “But I’ll let you choose one thing. Do you want to stay in the main area, or take it to a private room?”

[markcampbells]

I posted 373 times in 2022

26 posts created (7%)

347 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@excavatinglizard

@tiberiusmulder

@nadja-antipaxos

@mrsmunsons

@starcitysirens

I tagged 372 of my posts in 2022

#about me - 50 posts

#<3 - 42 posts

#series: star trek - 33 posts

#the magnus archives - 26 posts

#leonard mccoy - 24 posts

#queer art - 21 posts

#series: star wars - 21 posts

#jim kirk - 20 posts

#mckirk - 19 posts

#legends of tomorrow - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#(also i'm always weirdly happy when people associate me with my flag? it's that late in life queer moment i guess lmfao)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

WHAT KIND OF LOSER ALMOST MISSES HER OWN MCKIRKAVERSARY (this one I am that loser)

It has been one entire year since I posted absolution, my first official McKirk fic. I dreamed this baby up on a weekend morning and started writing, after years of admiring the folks in the fandom from afar. I am so, so grateful I did.

to @afterthenovels and @malionnes -- Anna gave me the prompt that became the fic, and Cait asked me the OTP meme questions that sparked me thinking about my own vision. Thank you both for getting me started.

To the USS McKirk folks: thank you for taking me into the fold. You are all so special to me. To mention just a handful of you:

@aishahiwatari and @demerite; best mods ever!

@aroacebones, for being the best partner in angst and never minding a 5 AM DM or fifty.

@lokilenchen and @excavatinglizard, both of whom surprised me with art for my later fic, both of whose talents amaze me every single day.

@better-late-than-nevah for understanding my desperate love for comments 😂

@spockats, my partner in word games, provider of medical knowledge!

@trek-tracks for the humor that keeps me going, and the sweetest words of praise a girl could want.

@sagesiren for loving Jewish Jim as much as I do!

@jenjiy for having the other half of the brain cell 😂

And to @fireinmywoods, thank you so much for giving us SIEL, a light in a dark year and the best communal experience I could have asked for so soon after officially joining the fandom!

I've said it before and I'll say it again: McKirk people best people. I'm so glad I fell in with you all. Let's keep it going a bunch more years. 💛💙

13 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

#4

"I'm Jim. … Which friend is this a favor for? I've been coming here for months."

“Christine. These shifts interfere with her nightlife, you see, and as she saw fit to remind me, I have none, so better I be the one to molder away in an underground transfusion center.”

“I liked Christine. But if she sees fit to abandon me to the whims of a grouchy Southerner, I might displace her in my estimation.”

A vampire and a necromancer have a chat at a blood transfusion center.

(Trektober 2022, Day Two: Vampire AU)

content warnings: Jim was turned into a vampire against his will by an intimate partner; there is a brief description.

14 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#3

"I saw a girl this morning who looked like my mother. It's strange--I haven't thought about my mother in decades, but after I wrote about her, she appeared before me. Part of me wanted to speak to her, this girl who seemed like my mother, but I didn't know what I would say. That I turned out to be so much more than she expected of me? And so much less? That I'm sorry I spent the better part of sixty years barely acknowledging her existence? That I don't remember exactly when she died? "Of course, it doesn't matter at all what I would say to my mother if I saw her again, because I didn't. It was just a girl with the same copper hair."

You Feel It Just Below the Ribs, Jeffrey Cranor and Janina Matthewson.

16 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#2

How little we know of ourselves at any moment; how distinctly human that is. There is such little grace given to the perfect messiness of desire. Even queers feel pressure to homogenize the experience into catchy slogans. The 'born this way' narrative, while politically expedient, has done untold damage to narratives of the queer experience, implying any number of horrible ideas: that you cannot move toward desire without some genetic component urging you to do so, that experimentation is inherently problematic, that you have to know your truest and deepest self to act on something. There were times in my adolescence where people asked me if I was gay and I said no, not out of a sense of self-preservation but because I truly believed it to be so. You can be a stranger to yourself; you almost certainly will be, at some point or another. It is inevitable, as inevitable as the moment of rupture that sends you hurtling toward the self you were always going to be.

from "Both Ways" by Carmen Maria Machado, her essay on Jennifer's Body in It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror (ed. Joe Vallese).

25 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

desire to learn how to draw, if not well: losing

years of memories of art teachers telling me how bad at art i was: winning

30 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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[behindthelabels]

Ho Ho Ho! Steggy Secret Santa here! My elves and I have been hard at work on your present and today we want to play a fun little game that will give US some more information on what you like and will be a fun way to share some Steggy Love! Spend a few minutes and Rec your favorite Steggy fics! They can be by you or by someone else! Here’s some categories to think about but you can rec anything and as few or as many as you like: What’s your favorite canon fill in? Favorite Fix it? Favorite AU? Favorite Peggy comes to the futures? Favorite Steve goes to the past? Favorite Holiday story? Favorite Series? Favorite One Shot? Favorite WIP? Favorite Hurt/Comfort? Favorite baby or family fic? Favorite Captain Carter fic? Favorite Crack fic? Favorite SPICY fic? I hope you are doing well the crazy time of the year! Have FUN with this!

Hi sorry for the delay I had been living at work but I'm free now 🥳

Some of my favourite fics are: Robot's Love Me Harder Indiefic's Through Dangers Untold and Hardships Unnumbered Sagesiren's Rest for the Wicked FormerlyIR's Soulmark series DoctorHelena's Comfort and Joy TriplePiroutte's The Pain Scale series Followingyourbliss' Diplomatic Incidents

Those are all longer fics, when I think favourite fics I always think longer stuff because I love an emotional journey but in terms of oneshots (and I'm sure I'm missing some): Let Me Take of You by rachlovesligers Dark Appetites by beautifulwhensarcastic My 6 Foot Romance by includewomeninthesequel The Honeymoon Phase by Roboticonography Five Times Steve Did Not Realize Someone Was Trying To Pick Him Up (And One Time He Did) by BuckyWithTheGoodHair86 Never the Normal Way by DoctorHelena And basically every post-Endgame one shot ever written

For the categories some are above but of those that aren't Favorite Peggy comes to the future? The Flames We Never Lit Favorite Holiday story? A Slight Miscalculation Favorite Captain Carter fic? Through a Glass Darkly Favorite SPICY fic? The Tender Trap

[sofiaottoman]

Thanksvember 2023 Masterlist!

Well, we've made it to the end - thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged any of the posts.

The full list of my picks for this year are below the cut, I've sorted them by fandom and then by day.

All For The Game

Thanksvember Day 05: go count the cost by kathrinej | Andrew/Neil | Complete | Rated: Mature

Thanksvember Day 16: Paw and Order by exy_shmexy | Andrew/Neil | Complete | Rated: Explicit | [Archive Locked]

Thanksvember Day 27: Trying My Best by Lostintheuniverseslies | Neil/Andrew | Complete | Rated: Explicit

Batman

Thanksvember Day 01: even if it doesn't make sense by EdmundPevensiesQueen | Tim/Jason | WIP | Rated: Mature

Thanksvember Day 09: Detainment by DragonflyxParodies | Gen | Complete | Rated: Teen

Thanksvember Day 13: Insta-Worthy by Kalinjdra | Tim/Jason | Complete | Rated: General

Thanksvember Day 14: just like a tattoo by yasmindifference | Tim/Jason | Complete | Rated: Teen

Thanksvember Day 17: Deep Breaths by moltenmaw | Jason/Slade | Complete | Rated: Explicit

Thanksvember Day 28: Reading Him by chipmunkery | Bart Allen/Jason Todd | Complete | Rated: Teen

Crossover

Thanksvember Day 03: Dragonlord by Dragonspectre | Game of Thrones & Harry Potter | WIP | Rated: Mature

Thanksvember Day 24: Living Dangerously by Inell | Teen Wolf & MCU | Bucky/Stiles | Complete | Rated: Teen

Thanksvember Day 26: The Blood On My Hands... It Scares Me To Death by RosemaryRabbit | Harry Potter & MCU | Gen | Complete | Rated: Teen

Thanksvember Day 30: Finders Keepers by dr_girlfriend | MCU & Batman | Bucky/Clint/Jason | Complete | Rated: Teen

Harry Potter

Thanksvember Day 18: No More by doshu | Harry/Voldemort | Complete | Rated: Teen

Thanksvember Day 20: Same Old, Same New by Arkodian | Gen | Complete | Rated: General | [Archive Locked]

Thanksvember Day 22: A Midsummer Night's Ritual by Saeva | Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Complete | Rated: Explicit

Thanksvember Day 29: Just a Few Changes (will Keep you Safe) by Blueseabird2 | Gen | Complete | Rated: Teen

House of the Dragon

Thanksvember Day 02: Fairy Tales Should End Well by white_winter_fox | Aemond/Lucerys | Complete | Rated: Mature

Thanksvember Day 10: Ripped from the Headlines by spn1dneedit | Aemond/Lucerys | Complete | Rated: Explicit

Thanksvember Day 25: the bones of you by marmiel | Aemond/Lucerys | Complete | Rated: Explicit

MCU

Thanksvember Day 15: What Happens in Wakanda Stays in Wakanda by Marvel_Kitten | Bucky/M'Baku | Complete | Rated: Mature

Thanksvember Day 21: my spirit swims right to the hook by napricot | Bucky/M'Baku | Complete | Rated: Explicit

The Sandman

Thanksvember Day 04: When I Waked, I Cried to Dream Again by 27dragons | Dream/Hob | Complete | Rated: Teen

Thanksvember Day 19: Can I Sleep in Your Brain Tonight, Stranger? by equus8 | Dream/Hob | Complete | Rated: Teen

Thanksvember Day 23: In the Arms of Morpheus by Kavute | Dream/Hob | Complete | Rated: Mature

Star Trek

Thanksvember Day 12: The Family You Choose by sagesiren and seekeronthepath | Alternate Original Series | Bones/Spock, Kirk/Bones/Spock | Complete | Rated: Explicit

Teen Wolf

Thanksvember Day 06: You Should KnowWhere I’m Coming From by thegirlwhoknits | Peter/Stiles | Complete | Explicit

Vampire Chronicles

Thanksvember Day 07: An Ever-Fixed Mark by little-smartass (Linxcat) | Lestat/Louis | Complete | Rated: Teen

Thanksvember Day 08: Objects of Devotion by Emileesaurus | Lestat/Louis | Complete | Rated: Teen

Thanksvember Day 11: The Saint by dirtygoldensoul | Lestat/Louis | Complete | Rated: Mature

Congrats for making it to the end of this long list. If you’re looking for more fics you can find my picks for Thanksvember 2022 here, my picks for Thanksvember 2021 here, and my picks from Thanksvember 2020 here.

[theawkwardterrier]

Fake It, Make It

A tropey Steggy Secret Santa gift for the excellent @sagesiren​/@theeleganteuropeanwoman! Wishing you as good an end to 2020 as you can get, and an amazing 2021!!  ✨✨✨

Summary: When Steve tells his mother that he is now dating a woman named Peggy Carter, his mother immediately wants to meet her. Which Steve would, of course, be perfectly happy to arrange, except that he is not in fact dating Peggy Carter (as much as he might want to be).

Read on AO3

Steve’s mother has been a nurse for thirty-three years. She’s familiar with the medical system and its limitations, and she’s a straight shooter even when it comes to her own mortality.

So when her doctor sends her for more tests after her annual physical, she mentions it to Steve during their weekly phone call.

“Dr. Nakhwa is worried,” she admits. “It’s bloodwork and scans now, but it might become something very quickly.”

“What can I do?” Steve asks, immediate and stricken. He had been trying to work on dinner as they talked, and his pot of water roils and hisses without answer.

“I’ll let you know if there’s anything,” she assures him practically, then sighs, quick and heartfelt and without drama. “But if it is something, I’ll just be so sorry for all the things in your life I’ll miss out on. Your first gallery show—”

“Ma,” Steve protests. No one knows his art better than she does - she signed him up for all the free afterschool art classes and every summer camp they could afford, and there are still paintings of his stored in her apartment a decade after he moved out - but he got his practicality from her, started training in carpentry on the recommendation of George Barnes back when he was a teenager and knew that there wouldn’t be money for college. He’s been able to do more custom woodworking lately and word has been getting around about his skill, but he’s accepted that he won’t be making his living off of the fine arts.

Undeterred, his mother says, “Oh, hush, even hobbyists can have dreams. But if you don’t like that, I’d be happy to see you in a relationship instead. It would ease my heart to know that you’ve found someone who can be beside you.”

And because easing his mother’s heart has always been at the top of his priority list, Steve finds himself blurting, “I’ve actually been dating someone. Now. I’m dating someone now.”

“Oh?” she says keenly. “Well, I hope to meet them someday soon.”

Steve coughs. “I’m sure you will.” He hopes that he’s somehow magically become a better liar in the past thirty seconds than he was for the first thirty years of his life.

Seemingly forgetting her earlier seriousness entirely, his mother adds, “What can you tell me about them? Can I have a name at least?”

“Peggy Carter,” Steve says without pause.

Later, he will ask himself why he didn’t just lie. It’s too soon, I don’t want to jinx anything. We made a bet and I’m not allowed to say her name out loud for a week. She’s a spy and I can only tell you her alias. He will berate himself for not just diving for some sort of distracting conversational offramp: the still-boiling pot, the cat yowling down in the alley, “that’s not important now, what else did your doctor say?” But he will never wonder why this was the name which came out of his mouth. He never has to search for it. She’s always on his mind these days.

“Peggy Carter,” his mother repeats. “Well, I’ll be happy to meet her. I’m off two Saturdays from now, if the two of you would like to drop by for a visit.”

His mother is the only blood family he has, that he’s ever even known. He’ll do anything for her. Even, apparently, say yes to this.

His mother’s follow-up scans come back clear. She tells him that in one breath, and tells him in the next that she’s so looking forward to meeting Peggy this upcoming Saturday.

“I don’t want to put this off until the next time I have a health scare,” she says. “And I could tell she’s important to you just by the way you said her name.”

So in his relief at her news, and to his later horror, instead of saying that he and Peggy have broken up, instead of saying that she has an emergency, instead of saying that she’s gone back to England indefinitely and they’ll just have to do it some other time, he says, “We’re looking forward to it to.”

When Steve confesses his predicament, Bucky laughs so hard that he slips off of his stool at Finnegan’s and almost knocks himself out on the bar.

“Could you at least help while you’re doing that?” Steve asks, torn between impatience and desperation, but his best friend just collapses into laughter again.

His mother already knows most of his friends. He supposes he could hire someone, but that seems like it might be taking it a step too far. And anyway, he’s overwhelmingly thankful that his mother is still healthy; it seems ungrateful, a temptation of fate, to give more weight and trickery to the lie.

Which means that there’s really only one thing left to do.

It doesn’t mean he’s relishing the prospect under the circumstances.

(Though he wouldn’t exactly be opposed to it under others.)

He asks Peggy Carter out for what’s probably the strangest date of her life and certainly the strangest of his on Monday, just as they’re finishing their lunch break. The rest of the crew, coolers over their shoulders, is already heading back over to the job site - Morita knocking his knuckles against that hideous brown hard hat of Dugan’s, Jacques explaining something as Gabe leans in - but Steve always does a quick sweep for trash just to make sure they’ve left the area clear. Peggy is heading in the other direction to track down Phillips. The boss is still legendarily prickly, but he doesn’t trust any architect but her these days.

“Peggy,” Steve forces himself to call before she’s disappeared. He wishes that this were just another one of those times that he had called her back for those innocuous, desperate five extra minutes of chatting. “I need to—Would you—Can I ask you a question? A favor, I guess?”

She tilts her head in invitation and he spills the story as quickly as he can, the rip-off-the-bandaid method.

“—and if you aren’t busy on Saturday, I was wondering if you could come over to say hi to her. It wouldn’t have to be for long, but it would make her really happy and I would—I’d really appreciate it. I can’t tell you how much.”

He stuffs his twisting hands into his pockets as he finishes, and pushes back his shoulders, hoping that he’ll still have a bit of dignity even once she’s rejected him. He doesn’t think she’ll be mean about it - he knows who Peggy is, the type of person to hand back hammers to the apprentices who’ve dropped them with a wordless wink, the type who lets someone else pick the takeout place if they’re having a bad day even when it’s her turn - but still, she’s Peggy Carter, and he’s Steve Rogers, the random guy who she knows from job sites and now the time he’d lied to his mother about dating her and then asked her to help him keep up the ruse.

“That certainly is a predicament,” she says instead of any of the gentle letdowns he was imagining. “But I must ask: why did you pick me?” It’s chilly today but bright, and the noon sun glints off her hair. He catches a smile, there and gone again, at the corners of her mouth.

“I said the first name that came into my head,” he tells her honestly, and then, just as honestly, “And I knew that my mother would like you, if you ever happened to meet each other.”

“Hmm,” says Peggy, smile all the way gone now, as if he’s disappointed her somehow. Her eyes are still soft, though. “Well, I suppose it’s quite lucky I am free on Saturday, then.”

“Lucky,” Steve echoes, and tries to figure out whether it’s true.

“You absolutely will not go out in this weather,” his mother admonishes, her arms set in a way that Steve is extremely familiar with.

“I’m certain that the subway—” Peggy starts.

“Of course the subway will be running,” Sarah says with the confidence of a born New Yorker. “Late and jam-packed, announcing that they’re going express any damn time, and there’s no reason for you to be on it.”

Peggy looks over to Steve as if he might step in, but even as he gives her a wide-eyed, helpless shrug, his mother is already leaving the living room and heading down the hall, calling, “I’ll get fresh sheets for you two, Steve, but please find Peggy something to wear.” (Sarah Rogers is surprisingly strong, but she’s also rail thin and an extremely charitable five foot two, and Peggy is...not. Something Steve has absolutely no complaints about, to be frank.)

They’ve told his mother that they’ve been seeing each other for nearly six months - Steve mostly left that part of the storytelling up to Peggy, who managed to spin something that had enough details to seem plausible but wasn’t so elaborate that Steve had felt bad about misleading his mother with a fairy tale. But even if their relationship was real, there’s no reason to assume that they would have spent the night with each other, that they would be comfortable sharing a bedroom.

“I’ll sleep out here,” Steve says immediately and with vehemence.

Peggy casts her eye over the couch, more of a loveseat really; the living room is too small for much else. “Will you be removing your head or your feet to fit, then?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Voice low to avoid his mother’s uncanny hearing, he says, “This whole day has already been more than you agreed to. I don’t want to force you into a situation that would make you uncomfortable.”

“I would say the same as it regards you,” she responds. “And if I was uncomfortable with the situation, I believe I would be the first to know. Now, I think I was promised something to sleep in?”

The collection of clothes he keeps at his mother’s is small, but he manages to dig up a large T-shirt and a pair of flannel pants for Peggy and the same for himself. She smiles at him, leaving to change, and he takes the opportunity to do the same before turning to put the sheets his mother had found on the beds, faced head-on with the reminder of the close quarters of his bedroom.

There isn’t much to see: his bed, the tiny closet, a dresser. He used to do his homework at the kitchen table because there wasn’t room for a desk. His bed frame had been a gift representing several birthdays and a Christmas as well, back in elementary school. Every other weekend, he would slide the trundle bed out, gleeful to finally have a chance to have sleepovers with Bucky somewhere other than in sleeping bags on the living room rug. The pull-out had used up all the extra floor space and he’d had to crawl off the end of the bed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, but when he and Buck were telling each other scary stories quietly enough that his mother wouldn’t hear or reading comics under the covers, taking turns holding the shared flashlight, what had it mattered?

It definitely seems to matter now.

He stares at the two beds, tucked compactly side by side, and realizes that soon he and Peggy are going to be lying in them. Even if he pushes them as far apart as possible, it would be barely two inches before the dresser got in the way. No matter what, their hands could touch across that gap. If she’s a mobile sleeper, they could end up practically curled around one another…

He scrubs a hand vigorously over his face, mussing his hair and probably leaving him red-cheeked, but gathering himself. He makes both beds with care, returning to the linen closet to add top sheets, comforters, and light blankets too; he has no idea how Peggy likes to sleep.

The thought leaves him wide-eyed once again, but it’s too late to force his thoughts elsewhere. Peggy knocks just then, and he tells her to come in, hoping that his voice sounds normal as he does.

“I should have gotten you a toothbrush,” he says immediately upon seeing her, ready to scramble over and take care of it, but she waves a hand.

“Your mother gave me one. She also added my clothing to a basket of laundry she was taking downstairs so I would have ‘something fresh to wear in the morning.’ She wouldn’t hear any protests.”

As if she couldn’t have already figured it out from everything else today, Steve says, “She’s like that.”

“Yes,” Peggy says, thankfully amused. “I assumed.” She turns to the beds and asks, “Now, which would you like?”

Which one he’d like? He can’t think of anything that could matter less. He lists for her the pros and cons of each bed with the care usually reserved for life-changing decisions. She follows along seriously, though he recognizes the touch of humor around her mouth.

Ten minutes later, he is lying on the trundle, and she has her back to him as she examines the spines of the books on the small shelf mounted beside his bed.

She has washed her makeup off and her hair is in a single, simple braid. He’s heard the guys on the crew refer to certain women as “unbelievably beautiful.” Peggy isn’t that. She looks exactly as pretty right now as he had imagined she would, exactly as pretty as she does in her jeans and sensible blouse and Day-Glo vest on the construction site, or the time he had seen her dressed up in a gown for some awards gala, or when he had picked her up that morning and saw her wearing that red sweater with a black pencil skirt and felt lucky just to be walking next to her.

Still, he does find looking at her just now a bit hard. Difficult, he amends quickly, shoving the word hard away. She’s somewhat difficult to look at like this, unraveled and lovely.

“How fantastically minded you were,” she comments, smiling over her shoulder before flipping over to face him. “Is this still the sort of thing you like to read?”

“I usually end up with a bit of everything,” he admits. “But yeah, there’s some great sci-fi and fantasy being written these days.”

“It can be nice,” she says, “visiting other worlds.”

“It can be,” he agrees, not telling her that that’s what today has felt like: however awkwardly, unconventionally attained, it’s been like a brief, wonderful visit to another world.

They were only meant to stay for brunch.

“Don’t cook anything,” he had begged his mother. She was always covering shifts for other people, running errands for neighbors when she wasn’t working, on her feet all day regardless. Having a day off where she hadn’t already scheduled sixteen things was something of a miracle, and he was going to force her to take advantage of it. “I’ll cook.”

Voice somewhat insultingly skeptical down the phone, she’d said, “So, do you already know that this woman has a cast-iron stomach, or are you looking to poison a guest in my home, Steven Rogers?”

In the end, they’d agreed that he would take care of picking up fresh bagels from their favorite place. Of course, when Steve and Peggy arrived, his mother had already set out lox, cut fruit and vegetables, hard boiled eggs, and about six different types of cream cheese.

“You promised not to make anything,” Steve said irritably, giving his mother a hug.

“I promised not to cook,” she corrected. “Boiling a few eggs isn’t cooking. Even you can do that, after all.” And Peggy laughed from beside Steve and stepped forward to introduce herself.

Steve had promised Peggy that they wouldn’t stay longer than a couple of hours, and so at exactly 1:30 he glanced noticeably at his watch and asked if she needed to go to “that other thing you had scheduled.”

“Thankfully not,” she smiled, finishing her piece of crumb cake (his mother swore she just happened to have it left over). “I postponed it, and I’m certainly happy that I did.”

And despite the situation, Steve was happy too - happy that she’d come, happy that she stayed. She and his mother traded stories about their respective jobs, lamenting that even though they were of different generations and worked in completely different fields, one with women as the majority and one with them in the minority, they had so many of the same experiences: dealing with stressed or snappish or condescending people, having their knowledge and authority questioned, and managing to get enormous, important work done skillfully anyway.

“I still love it,” Peggy had said as they moved from the kitchen table to the living room. (Steve barely thought about taking the seat beside Peggy, and then started overthinking why he hadn’t considered more.) “Despite everything, I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” said Sarah, voice already fond, as if she’s known Peggy more than a few hours. “I wouldn’t either.”

They’d talked about how Steve had taken shop class in high school - a few knickknacks he’d made were even still scattered around the apartment for his mother to show off; when she’d passed one over to him, even though he recognized its amateurishness, he felt a tenderness fill him, as if he was holding the hand of a younger version of himself. When he passed it to Peggy, he felt the gentleness of her hand on it too.

Later, he would realize that it was a bit suspicious for him to talk about how he’d gone from an A- in Shop to a carpentry apprenticeship to starting to work with Phillips’s general contracting company: surely if they had truly been dating, they would have talked about it all at some point before. But in the moment all he saw was the flicker in her eye as she told him that, oh, she certainly remembered his first day working with the crew.

It wasn’t that they didn’t notice the weather turning - the first flakes fell as the light began dimming low and gray toward evening - it was only that they were a bit busy making hot drinks and setting up the Trivial Pursuit board. This was probably how Steve would have been spending his afternoon regardless, but he watched Peggy carefully for signs that she was eager for an escape and simply too polite to say so. He even leaned over when his mother excused herself briefly and asked whether she was sure she still wanted to stay, to which she had responded, “I’ll almost certainly have my sports and leisure wedge after my next turn. Why in the world would I leave?”

When Steve went downstairs to retrieve the Thai takeout they had ordered, he did see that it was getting pretty messy outside. The wind had a bite to it, too, so he gave his order of miso soup to the man who’d delivered the food alongside the tip, and decided to see if there was an extra pair of boots around for Peggy to use later.

But after they’d finished with their dinner and watching The Sound of Music, which had been just starting as they’d flipped through TV channels, his mother had turned to the nine o’clock news, saw how hard the snow was coming down, and refused to be persuaded that a change in footwear would be enough. Truthfully, Steve would probably have stayed without question if he had been by himself, but the fact is that he came with Peggy. Peggy, who had stayed long past the anticipated two hours. Peggy, who he was not actually dating. Peggy, who he was now meant to sleep beside.

“I’m sorry for the early night,” he apologizes again as they lie together in the darkness with the radiator hissing slightly. Not realizing how things would turn out today, he had scheduled a 9 A.M. consult with a couple who were looking to have some built-in bookshelves added and he has be up early enough to bring Peggy home and get back to his apartment to change before heading into Manhattan.

“It’s no trouble,” she assures him again. “There’s nothing at all the matter with getting a good night’s rest.”

“And I’m sorry again about everything. About how today turned out, and for getting you into it into the first place.”

“Oh Steve,” she sighs. “Will you shut up about that, please?” and even though her tone lacks sharpness, the words are enough for him to flip over toward her in surprise. “I truly enjoyed myself today. And I would have come even if you had simply asked me without any sort of exceptional circumstances.”

“What do you—?”

“I liked meeting your mother. She’s nothing at all like mine, which perhaps is why I appreciate her so much. I liked sitting around and talking, playing games and eating good food and singing along with Julie Andrews, and I liked spending time with you.” Her voice dips even softer. “I liked it all, and I would have come anyway, if you had only asked.”

With the cloud cover and the snow still coming down, the window lets in little light. He can’t make out her expression, can’t see if she’s just saying things out of tiredness, or reminiscing about a pleasant afternoon, or if she might just be hinting at something which would justify the elevated beating of his heart.

He nearly thanks her for being a good friend, but somehow, the way that she’s turned onto her side to face him as well, an invitation, makes him breathe in and say, “But you’re Peggy Carter. I don’t know why you would have bothered.”

“Is that what you think of me?” she asks. He’s never heard her voice with that twisting edge to it and it takes a moment for him to recognize it: hurt. “That I’m some high and mighty miss, and I would never deign to even look at the likes of you?”

“No!” he says, not frantic, hard and simple and factual, trying to make her see. “It’s just that you’re Peggy Carter,” he repeats. “There are probably a dozen awards on your shelves. I’ve seen you skewer guys with a half dozen words for propositioning you, then get right back to work. Phillips doesn’t like anyone except his dog, but he turns down projects if you aren’t going to be working on them. You wanted to design buildings and you made that happen for yourself. You’ve worked on dozens of projects and they’re all different but I’ve wanted to stay in each one, even the offices.” His voice doesn’t drop as he continues, even as he half hopes that his words will be lost in the pillow beneath his head. “You’re creative and determined and gorgeous and fascinating and funny. Just talking to you should be any thinking person’s favorite thing. And I’m only a guy.”

She inhales deeply through her nose, as if she is trying to keep her temper somehow, but when she speaks, her voice is calm. “When there are novices on a job, you’re the one who helps them through their nerves and shows them the right way to do things. Other women have told me that they like to work on the same site as you because they know you would never make them uncomfortable and you’ve fought anyone who tried. After an evening out, you give your share of the tip and then stay behind and add a bit extra. You do it every time, Steve. I’ve watched you.”

“Anyone could—”

“The first day I met you,” she interrupts, “you introduced yourself to Mr. Jarvis. Most people don’t, you know. They’re too busy noticing Howard to even pay attention. The day after, you brought soup for Ana because you had heard she was ill. I don’t know anyone else who would have done that, bring soup for someone who he’d never met, the wife of the electrician’s admin he’d only known for a day.” Even with the hiss and clank of the heating, he thinks he can make out every dimension of the breath she takes in before she adds, low and direct, “You’re loyal and sharp and kind, you make wonderful art and adore your mother, and you’re so upstandingly moral I half expect you to ride into work one day on a white steed. Had you not kept moving away every time I tried to get near, I would have asked you out long ago. And if you had asked me all the way back then, before I knew anything else, I would have said yes too, just because of the soup.”

It’s been three years since he started working with Phillips, three years of watching from across construction zones as she cut stubborn men down to size with a sharp word (or her fist if necessary), of lingering at lunch for the chance to see her smile or hear her opinion on current affairs or some article that they had both read. All that time of thinking that she would never possibly consider him more than a friend, and she already had.

“Can I—” he starts, his hand moving tentatively into the tiny space between their beds. She catches his fingers with hers and lifts them to her mouth, placing a delicate kiss on the backs of his knuckles. His breath comes sharply into his lungs.

He has, a time or two thousand, pictured some imaginary world where she might kiss him one day. This isn’t at all how he envisioned it in any of those dreams - they were never in side-by-side twin beds at his mother’s house, for one thing.

Nothing in him cares.

When she says goodbye to him the next morning, his mother gives him an innocent smile and a reminder to drop by a Duane Reade for chapstick and...anything else they might need. He almost tells her that they were only kissing, but doesn’t think it will help. Besides, he was trying to avoid embarrassing details by stripping the beds before she woke up so she wouldn’t notice that the sheets had only been truly mussed on one.

(He wouldn’t have been expecting that sleeping in a narrow bed with Peggy half sprawled on top of him would be wonderful, but he’ll be the first to admit that he isn’t right about everything.)

Exactly fifty-one weeks later, his mother asks him how he and Peggy are celebrating their anniversary. He’s halfway through telling her before he realizes that she’s not supposed to know that it’s their anniversary at all, that she’s still meant to think they’ve been together a year and a half already.

“As if you’ve been able to lie to me once in your life, Steven Rogers,” she says with a laugh. “You said her name and I knew that you weren’t telling me the whole truth the same moment I knew that she meant something to you anyway. Now tell me about the ring.”

“How did you—?”

He has the feeling she’s waving a dismissive hand on her end of the phone. “Nothing in the world easier than reading you, sweetheart.” Her tone turns a bit thoughtful. “Peggy, on the other hand, she’s a bit harder. But even that first time you brought her here, I could tell. When the time comes for you to ask, she’ll say yes.”

She’s right.

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ROBOT'S FANFIC READING CHALLENGE FILLS - COMPLETE!

1.1 | Fake dating

Oh, But Aren't You Already My Darling? By fluffernutter8 / @theawkwardterrier

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1.2 | Reread an old favorite

if this is home by @siriaeve

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1.3 | Trapped

Infiltration by Owlmoose

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1.4 | “The right partner”

Don’t You Dare Look Back by @thesokovianaccords

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1.5 | “Darling”

If You Call Everybody Darling by PeggyPincurls

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2.1 | Supernatural AU

Just Like Steven by @buckywiththegoodhair86 (part 9 of My Heart Don’t Wish to Roam)

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2.2 | Published before 2015

and don’t you dare be late by irnan

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2.3 | Blind date

two tables over (orphaned fic)

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2.4 | Bullet wounds

Run Run Run by @gatorjen

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2.5 | Agent Carter character

And the Sun Hits Ground by @steggyisimmortal

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3.1 | Domestic life

Comforts of Home by @teaandatale

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3.2 | Europe

The Untamed by @cafecitowriter

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3.4 | Captain America Adventure Hour

That Swell Liberty Gal Carrying a Torch For You by @redrikki

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3.5 | Multichapter fic

This love came back to me by @rachlovesligers

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4.1 | Double Peggy or Steve

like the way you burn by @formerlyir

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4.2 | Private Lorraine

Not One Thing by @3pirouette

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4.3 | Established relationship

dream (when the day is through) by SomewhereApart

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4.4 | Post-Endgame

Blood Ties by @followingyourbliss

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4.5 | England

Heavy is the Head by @sagesiren

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5.1 | Drunk

In Bourbon Veritas by @doctorhelena

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5.2 | Canon divergence

Man in the night by @beautifulwhensarcastic

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5.3 | Less than 10K words

Mr. Mistletoe by @littlereyofsunlight

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5.4 | Contains your favourite trope

Through A Glass Darkly by @indiefic

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5.5 | Steve’s POV

6th and Williams by @quigonejinn

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My McKirk Master Fic Rec List

A List of McKirk Fics I Recommend

and Share Alike by aishahiwatari

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,683

Tags: Sharing a Bed, Required Unrequited Love, Pining, First Kiss, Getting Together

Summary: It's cold and raining and someone offers them a room for the night.

Sharing a bed is nothing like sharing a room back at the Academy.

finally gettin' together by constellations (allyoop)

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,380

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Academy Era, Comfort, Fluff, Love Confessions, First Kiss

Summary: once upon a time there was two idiots who were in love but no one wanted to say it first

Different by reeei

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2,514

Tags: Academy Era, Pre-Slash, First Kiss, Fluff and Angst

Summary: Jim Kirk builds walls around himself and paints the wall to show the world who he wants them to think he is. But once in a while, he wants to let someone in. The problem is, does that person see the painting or the wall behind it?

Friends Look At Each Other Like That by Telescopedean

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,236

Tags: Taylor Swift Song, Academy Era, Fluff with No Plot

Summary: “Friends?” Jim asks.

Leonard shakes his head and Jim is confused. Why couldn’t he say what he wanted to because what he wanted was to be more than friends. It was something so obvious to him, but why didn’t he say it?

“Friends don’t look at each other like...this.”

I Don't Dance by Lopsided_Whiskey_Grin

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,617

Tags: Slow Dancing, Drinking, Self Acceptance, Kissing

Summary: Can Jim's powers of persuasion convince Bones to dance with him?

Inspired by Lee Brice's song 'I Don't Dance'.

Dance With Me by offensiveagentpie

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2,619

Tags: Dancing, Fluff

Summary: “Looks like tonight’s my lucky night,” Jim all but purrs as he leans into McCoy’s personal space. “Why doctor, I never thought I’d find a catch like you in a place like this. Come dance with me.”

Dancing into your heart by lokilenchen

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 904

Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Dancing, Getting Together

Summary: When the teacher has the great idea to do partner dance as their new topic in sports class and Jim is paired up with the new kid from Georgia. He learns that Leonard is not only a good dancer, but so much more.

No such thing as Silent Night by vickyblueeyez

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 332

Tags: Christmas, Starfleet Academy

Summary: When Jim Kirk is involved, there is no such thing as Silent Night. Christmas time at the Academy

Not Just a Kid by orphan_account

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,812

Tags: Unrequited Love, Minor Character Death, Young Love, Childhood Friends, Domestic Fluff, Teen Romance

Summary: Sam and Leo have been best friends since the Kirk's moved to Georgia, their age difference means sometimes Jim gets pushed to the sidelines. But he's been crushing on Bones since he was six and nothing he does can stop it. This is a journey of things going from Sam and Leo to Jim and Bones.

Worth It by mangochi

Chapters: 3/3

Words: 5,472

Tags: Fluff, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Pining, Confessions, First Kiss, Road Trips, Sharing a Bed

Summary: The new kid next door is all of six years old and the biggest pain in the ass Leonard’s ever known.

"Play with him," his ma tells him reproachfully over breakfast. "The boy’s lonely."

"He’s six.”

someone to shed some light by sagesiren

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 3,004

Tags: Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Past Mental Health Issues

Summary: "Well, Dr. Bones, what do you think of our song?"

"It's ours now, is it?"

Or, the Music and Lyrics AU in which Jim is a semi-retired pop idol has-been who struggles with lyrics, and Leonard is a doctor that is pretty great with rhymes and not so great at keeping his mouth shut.

A date with the rain by lokilenchen

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,488

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, First Meetings

Summary: Jim is used to being left waiting, to being left out in the rain, it’s still a nice surprise to be rescued by an attractive stranger.

out in the sun by liione

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 3,266

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - The Little Mermaid, Angst

Summary: The sea had gone oddly calm. Quiet. There were no waves, none big enough for him to surf on, so Leonard settled on his board, and waited.

And then he saw it.

The face looking up at him through the water.

The Frog Prince (Or How Jim Kirk Managed to Fall in Love While Green and Covered in Mucus) by Broken Bones

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 8,615

Tags: Princess and the Frog AU

Summary: “So, can you hold off on dredging the pond for a few days? You see, I’ve got this short-term amphibian problem and was hoping to use it as a sweet crib to bring my lady-frogs back to,” Jim says. McCoy is still staring at him like he’s something bizarre and distasteful. Then Jim remembers he’s a talking fucking frog and guesses that he should be more worried if McCoy doesn’t react that way.

Pushing You Away, Falling Together by shiptoomuch

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 7,048

Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff, Angst

Summary: Leonard Horatio McCoy, anti-social genius, hates Jim Kirk, baseball star and, coincidentally, genius.

Leo has AP US History with said specimen and has come to observe the habits of the Greater Iowan Kirk. Sleeping, snacking, talking, and pencil throwing are just a few of the habits on a very long list of things that piss Leo off. Jim Kirk possesses not one, not two, but every single trait on the list.

OR

The one where Jim is annoying shit who might not be as shallow as he seems, and Leo is a little bit too judgmental.

best after all by liione

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2,413

Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Domestic

Summary: Jim and Bones are paired together for the semester long Baby Simulator project, in which they have to care for a little plastic baby doll. Things go better than expected.

Broomstick crash by lokilenchen

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,041

Tags: Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Idiots in Love

Summary: Jim and Leonard had started dating somewhen in the middle of their sixth year in Hogwarts.

Now that they were in their seventh year, their time for just the two of them was greatly reduced.

But Jim was about to change that little time problem. He wanted to spend more time that was not either learning or classes with his boyfriend and to achieve that he would have to bend the rules a little bit.

[sagesiren]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock, James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy Characters: James T. Kirk, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Jim/Bones/Spock if you squint, Jewish James T. Kirk, also Jewish Spock if you squint, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, very vague Tarsus mentions again, disordered eating mentions, tagged as slash but can also be read as pre-relationship, Yom Kippur | Atonement Day Series: Part 2 of Jewish Trek One-Shots Summary:

Jim turns over the idea of sacrifice in his head. He thinks of it from every angle, sounds out the letters, feels them on his tongue.

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Peggy/Angie Masterlist

a minor distraction (ao3) - brilligspoons peggy/natasha, peggy/angie T, 3k

Summary: Rumors about an organization experimenting with the super soldier serum bring Peggy Carter to Russia, where she meets a young factory worker named Natalia.

A Somebody I'm Longing To See (ao3) - Eliza49 peggy/angie, peggy/steve T, 32k

Summary: In the spring of 1947 Peggy Carter returned to New York, the birthplace of Steve Rogers…

Despite the distraction of a fascinating case and no small amount of peril, Peggy had missed her New York roommate, Angie Martinelli, during her time in L.A.. She had become accustomed to comforting conversation and happy chatter at the end of the working day, and whilst the Jarvises had helped fill the void, it had not been quite the same: after all, Ana and Edwin belonged to each other, but Angie, Peggy felt, was hers, somehow...

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(This is a sequel to my story, “A Safe Community for Modern Female Professionals.” It takes place after season 2 of "Agent Carter," and depicts Peggy and Angie living together [and getting together] in Howard's penthouse in Manhattan. There is also an SSR investigation, which Peggy leads as Chief of the New York office.)

A Song That Will Not Die (ao3) - chilly_flame M, 15k

Summary: Peggy and Angie deal with a new crisis after moving in together, thanks to their good friend Howard Stark.

A Woman's Touch (ao3) - all_soul T, 59k

Summary: It’s been a week since Peggy saved New York from Dr. Fenhoff, and Dottie is loose in the big city. Regardless of Interim-Chief Jack keeping her off the Underwood case, her fraying relationship with Daniel, and the tightrope that she walks at home with Angie, she’ll find her. Peggy Carter always gets her girl.

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (Burning Bridges Sweeten the Air) (ao3) - DiNovia T, 26k

Summary: Before Peggy Carter can make good on her promise to train Angie Martinelli to protect herself better, an old foe makes a reappearance and a new plot comes to light. Will Peggy be able to figure it out before it's over and done?

Cat Got Your Tongue (ao3) - Meskeet T, 10k

Summary: There’s only two things Peggy’s currently certain about.

One, she’s in love with Angela Martinelli.

Two, she’s a cat.

(Or, the one where Howard Stark turns Peggy into a cat.)

Easy Living (ao3) - sagesiren T, 9k

Summary: Her day had started nearly forty hours before when North Korea had marched too far South for anyone's liking, and she'd been subsisting on coffee and frustration at the American government's incompetence since. 

While her fledgling organization wasn't large enough nor old enough to be regarded as a player on the national level quite yet, her agents were more capable than any others in the country by half, and she still suspected vital information was being withheld. 

Not to mention that the process of moving her base of operations to D.C. - and every agent along with it - was hard enough without a war complicating things.

Or a child.

(It's 1950 and Peggy decides she needs a live-in nanny after gaining custody of her niece, Sharon. Enter: Angie.)

i break wild roses (ao3) - halfmoonsevenstars peggy/natasha, peggy/angie M, 7k

Summary: It’s August 1950 and Peggy Carter, Director of SHIELD, is back in New York for the week, wrangling diplomats and soothing fractured bureaucratic egos by day. By night, Peggy goes out for drinks and dancing with Angie, but it’s a beautiful Russian girl she brings back to the hotel room.

Mapping the Spaces in Between (ao3) - warmspringrain G, 10k

Summary: Filling in the missing moments of Season One.

Morning Mix Ups (ao3) - tiredmoonlight G, 1k

Summary: Sometimes, in the rush of a busy morning, Peggy doesn’t always grab the right clothes.

or alternatively: two times Peggy stole Angie’s clothes by accident, and one time Angie stole Peggy’s on purpose.

Rule #1: Peggy Carter is sometimes wrong (ao3) - burninglights peggy/angie, ana/jarvis T, 25k

Summary: The four times Peggy apologises to Angie, and the one time she doesn't. With an extra few chapters of Angie being (always) right.

Or: Peggy falling in love with another scrappy Brooklyn kid, in a mostly-canon re-write of Agent Carter season 1 and a non-canon-re-write of season 2, because we all know how that went down. Domestic shenanigans from New York to L.A.

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Peggy Carter pushes open the door and takes a corner seat, still feeling like she's somehow betraying her Queen by being publicly seen drinking coffee twice in a week (and /enjoying/ it, too). Angie spots her from across the Automat and comes hurrying over, a huge, shit-eating grin plastered to her face. “English!” She bends down and pulls the woman into a tight, brief hug.

When Angie finally pulls away, Peggy isn’t sure what she’s more concerned about – the fact that this waitress doesn’t seem to understand the meaning of personal space (of which she herself places great importance) or the fact that she actually finds herself enjoying the said invasion of personal space. She clears her throat. “I have a name, you know,” she says. “It’s Peggy. Peggy Carter.”

Scarlet Cross (ao3) - wreckofherheart M, 40k

Summary: [AU: Second World War]  

Angie and Peggy meet under the most inconvenient and harmful circumstances.

Yet, somehow, this only brings to light something they did not foresee.

[Peggy/Angie]

Someday (ao3) - all_soul T, 7k

Summary: "Well, I look forward to hearing what this is about someday"

"Someday"

In which a day after the events of the season one finale, Peggy climbs through the Griffith window.

Someone New (ao3) - TESPO G, 33k

Summary: Peggy Carter only opens her heart to those she can keep safe, and so for the most part it remains locked shut. Little does she know Angie Martinelli has a history of picking locks, defying odds, and breaking all the rules.

suffer what we must (ao3) - the eternal feminine (redpenninja) G, 6k

Summary: "They don’t really know how to talk to each other, he decides, but this is enough. She gives him a little glimpse at her real smile, a small ray of sunlight bursting through dark skies. He wonders how she looks when she smiles at Carter, wonders what she thinks about when she goes home to a large, empty house, wonders how Carter reacts to such a blinding, ethereal light."

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In which Jack meets Angie, Angie gets desperate, and Jack has an ulterior motive for getting Peggy home from Los Angeles

The Lady is a Tramp (ao3) - maggiemerc M, 21k

Summary: Angie’s got suspicions on what Peggy does for a living and she’s determined to protect her at all costs…to other people. It’s not like she’s crazy and about to risk her life for a dame that’s more hot and cold than the plumbing on the third floor of the Griffith Hotel.

the mothering thing of us (ao3) - QuickYoke, ratherembarrassing E, 59k

Summary: The Black and White Ball was a masquerade ball held on November 28, 1966 at the Plaza Hotel in New York City. Hosted by author Truman Capote, the ball was in honor of The Washington Post publisher, Katharine Graham. -- Director Carter attends.

what they don't see (ao3) - acolonf6 peggy/angie, past peggy/steve T, 22k

Summary: Angie is convinced that her new next door neighbor is a spy, and is determined to find proof of such.

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Recovery

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52370503 by seekeronthepath The away team materialised on the transporter pad in a shimmer of light, returning triumphant from their diplomatic mission from Betazed. It had been high stakes, but low risk - mostly dinners, meetings, and socialising. But as the group stepped off the pad, Spock swayed and nearly fell. After a mission on Betazed, Spock needs to recover from telepathic overload, Jim needs to recover from the stress of Spock suddenly collapsing, and Leonard needs to convince these two to speak up when something’s wrong. Words: 5140, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Series: Part 4 of sagesiren and seeker Star Trek collabs Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock, queerplatonic Jim Kirk & Leonard McCoy Additional Tags: Sickfic, (sort of), Mild Hurt/Comfort, Vulcan Telepathy, Jim Kirk has an unspecified eating disorder, Bones is tired of these idiots not asking for help, queerplatonic Jim Kirk & Leonard McCoy - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52370503

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The Family You Choose

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/9hLxiPo

by sagesiren, seekeronthepath

Two years after the destruction of Vulcan, and seven months after beginning a relationship with Leonard McCoy, Spock takes in a nine-year-old Vulcan child, T’Pana. Follow them and their family through the challenges and rewards of parenting, pon farr, and polyamory.

Complete work - posting twice a week until we've shared it all.

Words: 5494, Chapters: 1/103, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Joanna McCoy, Sarek (Star Trek), Original Characters

Relationships: Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock, James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock, James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James T. Kirk/Spock

Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Spock adopts a Vulcan kid, Disabled Character, (specifically a telepathic disability), parenting a disabled child, Vulcan Culture, Telepathy, Racism, Vulcan, (ie Vulcan superiority complex), Relationship Negotiation, SO much relationship negotiation, Dealing With Trauma, aftermath of the destruction of vulcan, Leonard McCoy's Bad Divorce, Learning to Parent, Queerplatonic Relationships, queerplatonic Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy, queerplatonic Jim Kirk/Spock, aromantic jim kirk, Pon Farr, Unbreakable Vulcan Bonds, Arranged Marriage, technically an arranged betrothal, James T. Kirk was on Tarsus IV, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Light BDSM, Complete

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