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Inktober Day 7

A Cartinelli AU set to the tune of Grease. Only Angie is definitely the rough and tumble prep with mobster family members while Peggy is the soft-edged punk whose gang – the Howling Commandos – keep bugging her for all the sweet, romantic details of her newest girlfriend

@writinginfromwonderland do you like Grease yet? ;P


I thought I give the Amour Sucré Inktober thing by @unconditionallymadama a try with my dumb little doodles and a normie ballpoint pen. I had to catch up on a few days…

I’m sorry if they burn your retnas. ; v;

One more thing: some of the days seem to repeat, so I don’t know what to do about those. :/

A Dropped Call

Part of my Special Relationship AU (AO3)

April 29th – 8:15 pm EDT

The beginning riff of The Clash’s “London Calling” echoed through the room, and everyone froze mid-sentence. Steve, hands tangled in a half-tied bowtie, jumped away from the cell phone vibrating against his desk. He swore under his breath and gestured frantically at the still-ringing phone. The members of the National Security Council all shifted away, some more obviously than others, until White House Chief of Staff James Barnes was the closest to the desk.

He glared at Steve, who tried to shrug apologetically, but instead managed to cut off his air supply. He gasped and frantically tried to dislodge the small piece of fabric from around his neck.

Bucky rolled his eyes and snatched the phone off the desk. “President Rogers’ phone, this is his Chief of Staff speaking.”

Steve grimaced and, still coughing, yanked on the silk tie until it ripped, the pieces drifting to the floor. He took a deep, relieved breath, and motioned the rest of the NSC out of the Oval Office.

“Thanks, guys,” he whispered as Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose, phone held slightly away from his ear. “We’ll pick this up after the dinner. This call is just the first of many we’ll have to deal with over the coming days. I’d like a report on the source of the leak—this Miles Lydon kid—on my desk by 7:00 tomorrow morning, as well as a full analysis of media coverage and of the national security implications. See you all tomorrow.”

Once the room was clear, Steve squared his shoulders and reached for the phone. Bucky nodded and said, “Sorry to interrupt, ma’am, but Steve’s now available to talk to you.”

“Oh, now he’s ready to talk to me,” the woman on the other line shouted, and both men winced.

“Here he is.” Bucky shoved the phone into Steve’s hand hurriedly, uninterested in continuing to hear the lecture clearly meant for Steve.

“Hey Peggy.”


Peggy was furious. She had been rudely woken early in the morning when the story broke, and her dark mood had only increased every hour, as she sat through meetings and strategy sessions full of equally angry and sleep-deprived politicians and staffers.

“How dare you,” she hissed into her phone, heels clicking as she paced around her now empty office.

His sigh rattled over the line, followed by the quiet click of a closing door and the shuffle of footsteps. “Listen, Peggy—”

“Spying on your own citizens? Your colleagues and friends? I can’t believe you would do something so stupid!”

“Now wait a minute—” Steve growled, an engine revving in the background.

“What were you thinking? How reckless and irresponsible and hypocritical—”

“Oh, please.” She couldn’t see him, but she could hear Steve rolling his eyes an ocean away. “First of all, don’t act like you’re surprised. We’re doing the exact same thing every other country in the world is doing, including you. Don’t get all high and mighty with me—we just happened to have our programs leaked to the press by a contractor. I inherited the program from my predecessor, as you well know, and no, it wasn’t perfect, but you would have done the exact same thing in my situation. And last time I checked, I’m the President of the United States, and I run my country as I see fit. I don’t report to you, thank you very much.”

Peggy picked up a pen from her desk and threw it at the wall. In her mind, the pen hit him between the eyes. “And monitoring my phone calls and personal correspondence? How do you justify that, Mister President?”

Fabric rustled against leather seats. “I didn’t—it was never—”

She scoffed. “Spare me your sad attempts at bullshit, Rogers. If you stop trying to spin this for a second, you’ll realize why I’d be so upset. Beyond the obvious breach of trust and invasive surveillance.”

The line was silent.

You call me on this phone, Steve. This—this could ruin everything. I could lose my job, my credibility, any shred of respect people have for me around the world. Do you have any idea—I am the second woman to be Prime Minister. Ever.  I could ruin the careers of all future female politicians with this scandal. You know I didn’t want to tell anyone, but now it could come out anyway. Because of a program you refused to dismantle!”

“Everything was classified—”

“Well, fat lot of good that does us, hmm? The existence of the surveillance programs was classified too, right?”

“They don’t record the calls.”

Peggy pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to relieve the pressure growing behind her eyes. She didn’t need a stress migraine on top of the current crisis. “But they do keep a record of the phone numbers and the duration of the conversations. How would it look if I spent two hours on the phone with a Washington, DC, number—one that belongs to the President—almost every night?”

On the other end of the call, she could hear the click of a door latch and the excited cheers of a crowd. There was a soft rustle of fabric—presumably Steve exiting the limo—and he sighed. “What do you want me to say, Peggy? What’s done is done, I can’t—”

There was a loud pop, almost like a car backfiring. Peggy heard Steve gasp, take a choking breath, and then there was a deafening crunch.

Peggy held her breath, trying to hear something, anything, on the other end, but it was silent.

“Steve?” Peggy heard her voice break, but she couldn’t stop. “Steve? Steve!”   

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This is smutty, super smutty, but don’t be alarmed, you can always not read this chapter. Enjoy and give me feedback.


“Bucky, I want Steve there.” Jane assured him for the tenth time that day.

“I know, you keep saying that, but are you sure? I can tell him–”

“Bucky!” Jane laughed, grabbing his face in both of her hands, “He’s our best friend and you’re leaving tomorrow. He deserves to be there… besides, I already asked Nancy to come along. I think they’d make a beautiful couple.”

Bucky’s eyes widened in a teasing manner, a fake gasp escaping him, “You mean Blonde Bombshell Nancy?”

Jane glared at him.

“I’m teasing, baby. You’re a bombshell too.” He laughed, kissing her nose and cheeks.

“You bet your firm ass I am.” Jane giggled, swatting his chest.

Bucky let out a loud laugh. “My firm ass, huh?”

Jane nodded, smiling through the kisses he pressed against her lips, “Super firm.”

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vortexofdeduction  asked:

You said you've read all the Cartinelli fics on ao3? Any recommendations?

Sure thing. There is like, more than 750 though so I can’t remember all of them, but here are some of my favorites or some I’m currently reading.

Part1 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.

Notes: Will totally breaks your heart at some points, especially Part4. AND THE PLOT IS AMAZING.

Part1 summary:  Angie manages to cross the pond to England during the last years of the War. But she soon finds that helping with the war effort isn’t all that cracked up to be. (AU)

Notes: I just really really love the humorous tone even in the very dark moments, love the writing. And the story.

Or 5 times Angie and Peggy called each other on Howard Stark’s phones (and one time they didn’t)

Notes: Alright I confess, it was written after one of my headcanons so I obviously love it. But, objectively, it’s a really sweet read, perfect to lift your spirits.

When Angie’s cousin gambles with money that wasn’t his to lose, he calls the only person he can think of to help him. Angie’s not exactly keen on doing it, but she did teach him to shoot pool after all, she’s certainly better than his sorry ass. Only problem is, Angie’s not about to get her thumbs broken over some mobster’s money. 

Notes: I hate you Ellen.
(No but it’s just really good and also heartbreaking at times but heh, fake/pretend relationship + Angie playing pool = just go and read it)

Peggy and Angie become pen pals for a school assignment (AU)

Notes: The sweet, sweet AU you didn’t know you needed. You get caught waiting for the answers to the other’s letters as much as they do.

The only people who ever use the L&L Diner these days are down-and-outs and mob members, so Angie Martinelli sees her fair share of criminals. But there’s none quite like Peggy Carter and her little group of extraordinary con artists.

And Angie’s a girl with grand designs, she doesn’t want to be a waitress all her life – if Carter and her boys ever asked Angie in, she’d probably say ‘yes’ in a heartbeat.

(or, the one where they’re all world-class grifters) (AU)

Notes: I don’t even know what to say. I got caught up in this AU and now I’m addicted. It’s just really long and really great and I suck at reviewing. But trust me on this one.

Worried for Angie’s safety, Peggy decides some lessons in self defense are in order.

Notes: Pre-relationship sexual tension, more sexual tension and a little more sexual tension. Shamelessly my fav kind of fic.

Angie walks in on Peggy trying to beat her record of 107 one-armed push-ups.

Notes: Sexual tension, Peggy working out a lot and Angie being very gay. Also me, I’m very gay. And for real, all the kind of exercises Peggy does are really well written and beautiful. Tai Chi is beautiful.

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.

Notes: Ha. ha. ha. One time you’re melting, one other time you just cry like a baby… and one other time you’re glad you aren’t reading it next to your Mom. Superb story.

There’s so many more but it’s taking me forever to find but there is this one that’s basically a “The Proposal” AU and it’s wonderful, all the crossovers with Nikita (Angie/Alex) are amazing, idk there is so manY AND I LOVE THEM ALL HELP ME