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geekynerddemon · 19 days
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Wait I got another one: Steggy + your favorite AU
Hello Jim! I'm your Steggy Secret Santa! So I don't really have a favorite AU so I made an Excel sheet with every AU and went one by one with ideas for each one until something clicked.
I present to you a Bodyguard / Mafia AU. Ok, hear me out. This is very cliché, basic and I can't write. 
The idea is that Steve is living with his mom in Brooklyn she gets sick, she needs surgery, but they can't afford it, one thing leads to the other and he becomes a Mafia Associate so he can pay for the surgery.
Peggy is the daughter of the Don, she hates the Mafia and wants nothing to do with them. Both she and Steve are like 22 ish. She is studying at a university (maybe law and maybe volunteers at the same hospital where Sarah works for story reasons) and Michael works for their father when an opposing Mafia makes a threat on both of their lives. So Don decides to have one of his associates protect Peggy who is Steve.  
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They instantly don't like each other. Peggy doesn't like him because he is in the Mafia and Steve doesn't like her because he thinks she is a spoiled college girl. 
Their day-to-day is pretty much how much they can annoy each other. (Maybe you can add here that Sarah is complaining that she never sees her son anymore so he brings Peggy to his mom's and that's how Steve learns she volunteers there because she hasn't been there since the threat. They say to Sarah that Peggy's father hired him because a creep at uni or an ex scared her or something. After that Peggy learns why Steve joined the Mafia). They start to like each other more after that.
One day a guy tries to attack Peggy, maybe with a knife, they run away but Steve gets hurt. Peggy is really shaken by that.
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She takes care of him while he recovers and well they were sharing a bed and here we are.
Link below leads to a spicy artwork.
I really hope you like it. I'm sorry it took this long ❤️
Thank you @steggyfanevents for asking me to pitch in. I clearly enjoyed this a little too much.
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monsterinamug · 2 months
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Peggy: (Busy in the SSR)
Steve: (Casually hanging out and admiring her work)
Steve: *caught* oh, hello there 👋
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Whats your unpopular Steggy headcanon?
Hmm this is a really good question!! I'm not super out there with my headcanons, for the most part im like ,, Peggy is the awesome director of Shield and Steve is the cutesy house husband. But I feel like most people tend to assume they got married really quickly after he came home, like almost immediately. In my head they waited a little bit! So that they could tell whoever they wanted that Steve was back first and have everyone at the wedding and Peggy wouldn't have to hide her wedding ring. If he came back in fall 1949 I'd put their wedding maybe like,, early/spring '51?
Omg I just thought of another one 5 minutes after I posted this skdjks I also don't see Steve using any pet names for Peggy other than "Peg" and idrk why but ! I think she calls him "(my) darling" and "(my) love" but personally for some reason I can't imagine Steve calling her any other pet names
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sarah-the-artiste · 2 months
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Your (amazing) art is making me ship SamPeggySteve more
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Sorry I'm late but also sorry not sorry (you can see the pic sans watermark on my pillowfort)
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thesokovianaccords · 11 months
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Fake Title: Work In Progress
After her dramatic breakup with Fred three days before their wedding, Peggy grabbed the first open flat she could find. She had imposed on Natasha's hospitality for long enough, and even though the housing market in London was horrendous, she managed to snag a room in a lovely fourth floor loft flat six minutes from the Tube.
There was never a dull moment to be found in Flat 4b - the ongoing rivalry between James (Barnes) and James (Rhodes) over their names, the will they-won't they of James (Barnes) and his handsome Air Force co-worker Sam (he of the perfect gumbo and even more perfect arms), the ongoing saga of Steve's creative block and its many foibles, James' (Rhodes) uber-wealthy friend and his long-suffering PA. Peggy was pulled into a whirlwind when she signed the lease, but she enjoyed every moment of the ride - her life with Fred had been so frightfully dull, and she secretly craved a bit of the chaos that seemed to always follow her flatmates around.
She also (not-so) secretly craved something else too. Or rather, someone else. Her partner in crime in their ongoing war with the landlord, her late-night stress baking buddy (insomnia loves company, after all), her go-to concert date, and her nonstop support as she fought her way through her highly classified job. Peggy collected all these little moments with Steve - unconsciously at first. Until one day, she looked at him and realised he was everything she had been looking for.
But that was complicated, wasn't it? She couldn't risk her little corner of imperfect paradise, but she also couldn't stop thinking about abandoning all reason and dragging him through her bedroom door.
What was a girl to do when everything she wanted most was right across the hall?
[fake fic meme]
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Peggy/Steve + baseball AU  for @captainjimothycarter
Peggy’s not a fan of baseball in general, she’s not even that interested in it. She is, however, greatly interested and involved in her niece’s Little League passion. To the point of being very cross with every coach who turned out toxic, or otherwise useless. When Sharon informs her a new coach took over their team, Peggy is ready to arm up. Unnecessarily, as it turns out. Steve Rogers is wonderful with kids, doesn’t spend half of his time flirting with moms (much to some of the ladies’ disappointment) and proves to be really good at his job. Clueless about Steve’s professional background, Peggy is shocked to one day find herself all over social media when a photo of her helping Steve out in late hours after kid’s practice nearly breaks the internet.
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agentmintea · 8 months
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@doctorhelena tagged me to explain how I picked my url!
When Agent Carter S2 came out, I wanted to change my url to reflect how significant that fandom was to me (and my blog) while keeping a reference to the Carmilla fandom (my "original" tumblr fandom), so I came up with agentkarnstein.
In 2019 I decided to standardize my usernames across different platforms, and I didn't want anything fandom-specific, so I settled on agentmintea ('mintea' being a funky way to spell my name) for ✨aesthetic✨ reasons as well as username availability reasons. I still think of the 'agent' as a subtle nod to Peggy Carter (my beloved) and it lets me feel like people are calling me by a code name :)
Tagging: @sadieb798 @captainjimothycarter @mithrilwren @slurmsmackenzie11 @wanderingbasilisk @chilioilgirl @glitter-garbage and anyone else who frequents my notes (I see you :3c)
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meidui · 15 days
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(One, I love your ask button) Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨
THANK YOU CAP'N 🫡
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theawkwardterrier · 5 months
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So far ive watched:
- that one single parents show
- fresh off the boat
- new girl rewatch
- superstore
- ghost uk
- ghost usa
Im sure theres more shows you introduced me to that ive seen. I need moorrrrrre
Right now im in the malcom in the middle rematch
This is such a great list and luckily there are so many good sitcoms!! More to check out:
Abbott Elementary
Rutherford Falls
Derry Girls
A.P. Bio
Speechless
One Day at a Time
Happy Endings
Great News
Trial and Error
There are also all the ones that at this point are kinda classic go-tos (30 Rock, Parks and Rec, Community, Schitt's Creek, Brooklyn 99) plus if you don't mind something bite sized We Are Lady Parts.
Hope there's something that you love on this list! 😁😁😁
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badasseryandriversong · 11 months
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Inspired by @captainjimothycarter​‘s Betting Crushes Hands 
She was going to throw up.
Peggy tried her best to swallow the bile rising in the throat, but even she couldn’t hide how pale her face had become. Anyone who gave her more than a glance would say she was turning green—if anyone besides Phillips was looking at her.  
The old colonel stood unmoving in the corner of the room like a damn statue, letting Major General Johnson or Jacobs or whatever his bloody name was shout and shout and shout at them. 
When the General stopped for breath, Brigadier WhatsHisFace would pick right up; albeit with a more refined vocabulary and utterly British insults.
Steve and Bucky, who sat on either side of Peggy at the moment, looked like two school boys about to be expelled. Their hands were clenched tightly in their laps and their eyes remained glued to the floor, not daring to look any of their superiors in the eye.
Peggy wouldn’t have been afraid to make defiant eye contact on any other day, but Major General SomethingOrOther had worked up a sweat since beginning his very loud lecture twenty minutes ago and it was all she could do to try to ignore the repulsive smell of his body odor. 
The boys could smell it too, Peggy knew. They could smell better than wolfhounds after having the serum for so long. Their heightened senses were either a blessing or a curse—mostly a curse these days in the crowded, damp barracks.  
Definitely a curse for a newly pregnant, newly enhanced Peggy Carter. 
Her senses seemed to be even stronger than her boys’, they’d discovered. She could differentiate poised food and drink better than them, and tell who was walking the halls by the sounds of footsteps. She could even anticipate weather changes a few hours before they could. 
Unfortunately, almost every smell at the camp made her insides churn. She’d taken to rubbing peppermint oil on her upper lip just to get through the day without losing her lunch. Today had been such a whirlwind with both the American and British officers being called in to handle the ‘situation’ that Peggy had no time to apply any that morning. 
The only place in this cramped tent to vomit was her own shoes unless she could run outside fast enough or hold it down, as she'd been trying so desperately to do
Only now, the General was looming over her and leaning down with a glare nowhere near as menacing as the smell of his breath. 
She tried not to gag.
“--And what kind of whore,” General SomethingOrOther hissed, “Doesn’t know who the father of her own kid is?” 
Peggy was leaning away from him, so desperate to get away from the smell that she hardly even knew what he said except that it was an insult. She caught a glimpse of Phillips breaking from his stone stance, slowly coming up behind the General. His face was completely unreadable.
“Don’t like a man in your space, sweetheart?” The General continued, oblivious to everything except how uncomfortable Peggy was. “Could’ve fooled me.” 
“Back off.” Bucky, ever the impulsive man, stood from his seat. Boyish shame had been replaced by anger so hot the General could probably feel it. 
To his credit, the General backed up enough to look Bucky in the eye and relieve Peggy of his stenches just by a fraction. 
“You don’t need to defend me,” she glared. She took Bucky’s hand and pulled him back to his seat. “I’ve heard worse.”
“You will,” Brigadier WhatsHisFace tutted. “Because you are getting discharged, effective immediately.”
Peggy felt her insides twist even more and knew she was going to lose the battle against her nausea any minute now. 
“The hell she ain’t,” Philips said, gruff as usual, but rather calm. 
“‘Scuse me?” The General and the Bringer both turned to him, nothing less than shocked.
“I said,” Phillips raised his voice like he was talking to a deaf man. “No. She. Ain’t.”
“I don’t believe,” the Brigadier pulled on his jacket lapels— the same for a Brit as puffing out his feathers to look bigger— “that you have any authority to make that call, Colonel.” 
“How about you get the president on the phone and we’ll find out? Or, if you get your heads out of your asses and rub a few brain cells together for more than a minute, you’d realize it’s out of the question to have Carter go civilian.”
The Brigadier sniffed. A vein in the General's forehead threatened to pop.
Colonel Phillips waited and looked right at Peggy, who was taking slow breath against the nausea. 
“Why,” Brigadier WhatsHisFace broke the silence after a minute, “would you dare defend this— this harlot!”
“This agent,” Phillips corrected, “Is a valued member of our force. She’s competent, skilled, and could do all our jobs with her eyes closed.” 
His compliments were clearly landing on deaf ears so he added: “And that baby, no matter how you spin it, is gonna be enhanced. That means it belongs to project rebirth and is going to remain here for the foreseeable future. Did I say it slow enough for ya or do you need me to repeat that?” 
“You best pick your words real damn careful, Colonel. Else you’ll be right behind her,” General SomethingOrOther hissed. His face morphed slowly into a sneer as he added, “Something tells me that’s your favorite place to be.”
Phillips was a patient man—he’d been stuck with Peggy, Steve, and Buck for years after all. He was also, unfortunately for the General, quite sharp for his age. He gave no warning at all before his fist connected with the General's face with a bone cracking thwack.
“Well, I never—!” The Brigadier cried, stumbling back a step. 
Incidentally he found himself right in front of Peggy who, at the smell of the General’s bloody nose, could no longer keep composure. She leaned forwards and retched on his shoes.
Steve immediately went to hold her hair back while Bucky couldn’t help but start laughing. 
The next few minutes were mostly incomprehensible screaming from the three officers. Whatever points they were making to each other were lost in the squawking. 
Eventually, Phillips reached into his pocket and tossed a small vile at Peggy, which Steve caught.
Peppermint oil.
“Get Agent Carter some fresh air, will ya? And tell the infirmity we need some ice for General Jacob’s nose here.”
Steve and Buck obediently took each of Peggy’s arms and led her out of the tent. 
She spared a look back at Phillips. The other men were still red faced and screaming in his ears, but she swore she caught him smiling at her. 
He was going to fix this.
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multifandom-flash · 10 months
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...i forget did i sign up
Yes, and you can sign up again if you want to.
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avengersbingo · 11 months
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I didn't miss masterlist submission, did I? Any specific format you want?
No lie, I kinda forgot about the round🤦🏽‍♀️ So, I'm gonna say no you didn't miss the submission. Format wise I'd say just do it the way you've done it for previous rounds
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darling--pretty · 1 year
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@captainjimothycarter I owe you a huge apology for being a full year late with finishing your gift but I hope it is a wonderful surprise nonetheless!
Happy Steggymas!
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eliza49-7190 · 1 year
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One line, one fic
Rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.
I was tagged by the wonderful doctorhelena
Here are lines (okay, sometimes more than one) from the middlish of each story.
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Mid-week Mornings at the New York Bell Company and Summer Evenings in Manhattan
(An Agent Carter fic)
From chapter 2 of 3:
One or two agents still resented having been knocked out by Peggy’s fists – and the occasional, frisbeed dinner plate – but the prevailing attitude towards her fighting prowess was one of self-deprecating approbation: the humorous refrain, ‘Or we could just send Carter,’ was often heard in the bullpen when an assignment demanded maximum manpower.
2.
A Safe Community for Modern, Female Professionals
(An Agent Carter fic)
From chapter 3 of 5:
Startled, Angie realised that she had read by accident half of the first paragraph, and that this was a private thing of Peggy’s that she had no right to (just like the flunky shouldn’t have been handling Peggy’s pretty, satin nightie).
3.
An Unexpected Detour on the Way to Saving the World
(An Avengers: Endgame|Agent Carter fic)
From chapter 6 of 12:
Steve waited patiently, and Tony took the opportunity to announce his right to the seat next to the driver: as a kid he had always asked to ride up front with Mr Jarvis, and now that he was a fifty-three-year-old, flying superhero with a time machine, no one got to tell him that he was too short and he belonged in the back. (Besides, he wanted to leave the backseat free so that Cap could sit next to Peggy.)
4.
A Somebody I'm Longin' to See
(An Agent Carter fic)
From chapter 3 of 5:
The idea of Angie patronising Eve’s on Greenwich Avenue, and the idea of her ‘liking girls that way,’ revisited Peggy often in the weeks that followed. It felt like a confusing, entangled concept, intriguing and unsettling at the same time.
5.
Answering the Call
(An Avengers: Endgame | Steggy fic)
From chapter 1 of 1:
Whilst in 2023 no one would give a second thought to an unmarried woman having a man to stay with her in her home, he knew that in 1949 this was definitely not the case. He did not want to risk Peggy’s reputation for the sake of his own, selfish comfort.
I’ve run out of finished-and-posted Agent Carter / Captain America fics, so here are two from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. fics (the first of which also draws on CA:TWS)
6.
Secrets Told and Kept
(An Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. | Maria Hill | Philinda fic)
From chapter 2 of 4:
Maria was too reserved, too little accustomed to flirtation, to feel at ease with either flagrant deception or seduction (although Agent Brett Morris did once reassure her, during their mercifully short partnership, that she ‘definitely had the equipment.’) But this type of play-acting was in any case best suited to brief ambushes, what Fury dubbed the ‘Peggy Method,’ of ‘fluttering her eyelashes, then beating people with a chair.’
(So I’m cheating a bit here, because this isn’t quite the middle, but I thought people likely to read this post would appreciate the Peggy Carter reference.)
7.
An Appropriate Reprimand
(An Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. fic)
From chapter 1 of 1:
Skye, a veteran of many childhood misdemeanours and punishments, raised her chin defiantly. Jemma, a veteran of consistent top-of-the-class performance, screwed up her face in terrified anticipation.
Sticking with posted fic rather than wips, here are a couple of little bits from my two completed Jane Austen fics
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The Trials and Triumphs of the Unmarried Sister
(A Persuasion | Pride and Prejudice crossover fic)
From chapter 4 of 7:
Miss Bingley was not to be pitied. Georgiana Darcy might be an heiress with thirty thousand pounds, but she was also a mere chit of a girl, who was so artless as to wish for nothing more than the approbation of her older brother, and so simple as to consider herself fortunate to be marrying a clergyman.
9.
Miss Elliott at Home
(A Persuasion ‘missing chapter’ fic)
From chapter 1 of 1:
Here he seemed struck by a sudden thought, and he looked around the room, then lowered his voice. “And bye the bye, Frederick, I think you might consider yourself fortunate in time, that the young lady, whose name I never recall, did choose the other fellow. For we sailors must seek out a wife who will look before leaping, and who is not so flighty that she will regret the life of the sea once the deed is done. And I’m afraid we can have little use for ladies who jump about and break their heads – however pretty their faces may be!”
10.
So number 10 is a total wild card. It’s from the very first fanfic I ever attempted, which I never finished or posted. It literally goes back decades. This is an X-Files fic, effectively a season 8-AU, in which Mulder still gets abducted, but Doggett is in denial about having some kind of psychic abilities: he keeps getting flashes from Mulder’s and Scully’s past/ memeories, which he doesn’t want and can’t control, whilst he’s working with Scully investigating Mulder’s disappearance.
This isn’t even really from the middle, but hey, it’s unfinished, so who’s to say where the middle is? I am including this mostly because I think I’m more likely to get abducted by aliens than ever finish writing this story, so here are several lines of dialogue, which are very unlikely ever to the light of day otherwise!
From Untitled X-Files WIP, consisting of 4, equally unfinished chapters:
“Oh, come on, Mulder: reincarnation, ghosts, walk-ins, vampires, zombies?  You must envisage having a pretty busy schedule in the afterlife.  I don’t know how your soul is going to fit it all in.”
He grinned appreciatively.  “Vampires don’t have souls, Scully.  Don’t you watch Buffy?”
She half-smiled.  He watched her in the dim light of the car.  “You’re not really worried about my immortal soul, are you, Scully?  Because, you know, you’re a Roman Catholic and I’m a half-Jewish atheist with a propensity to embrace a wide variety of Dark-Age superstitions without rationale or consistency.  Somehow, I don’t think we’re going to get to spend eternity together.”
“Why would you say that?” she asked softly.
If you are still here, thanks for reading this post. I had fun putting it together, so thank you for the tag from doctorhelena, whose stories I love. ❤️
(Tagging some people and anyone else who reads and wants to do it!)
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buttercookie-art · 2 years
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Maybe I asked this or thought I did but what are the Stegglings names?
maybe? i remember having shared their names but with tumblr fucked up search bar it’s impossible to find anything 🫠 anyways, from older to younger: sarah james, michael edwin and harrison chester. the amount of trouble making they’re capable of is given by their middle names. first name is a an attempt to balance that
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thesokovianaccords · 11 months
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Fake Title (okay last one! Sorry to annoy you): Ever, United, and Against.
(asdfghjkl pls you're not annoying me at all thank you for sending these in!!!!!)
ever
playing for the lionesses is all peggy carter has ever wanted to do. she's a football legacy, and she's attended every world cup and euros tournament she could since she was a child. Her famous father and even more famous brother had only pulled her closer to football - they lived and breathed it in her house.
united
she first meets steve rogers at her brother's last match for manchester united. of course, she's heard of him before - michael waxing poetic about his new American teammate, the one he'd met at the world cup in the semi-final, the one who'd picked him up after knocking him down. he's exactly as she'd hoped he'd be - kind, warm, hilarious, and he asks after her career with actual interest. she and steve toast michael at the bar that night, both ignoring the wink he sent their way.
against
it's hardly friendly, the first time they meet on the pitch. well, technically, it's a friendly - a charity match. but no one was more competitive than the two of them when facing off against each other. the tabloids went wild after the match, calling out their insane chemistry on the pitch and off. not that either would ever admit it...but the tabloids were right.
[fake fic meme]
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