I AM MOVING THIS BLOG.
it was too messy anyways ; remember that this peggy will be slightly divergent since i won’t aknowledge ANY CANON ROMANCE WITH THE EXCEPTION OF STEGGY BECAUSE EAT MY ASS MARVEL.
okay that blog is going to be CANON DIVERGENT now ; seriously the new season killed my muse and i don’t like what they did with peggy? why does she have to make heart-eyes at every single man she meets fuck. nevermind, i’m going to spend the next few days cleaning up my blog but i’m not dead and i have more time for my queen now. kISSES FROM FRANCE.
it is a little SEMI HIATUS until next sunday - it’s my last week as an intern and i’m really tired/stressed ; peggy is kinda sulking right now. i’m sorry for making people wait - i’ll make up to you when i return. i’ll be lurking but i won’t be writing a lot - please be patient ; you know peggy is my babe. i’m just have a hard time writing with her for the moment. kiiiiiissssses.
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Four Word . Prompts
- “Please, come with me.”
- “You’re always number one.”
- “I can’t do this.”
- “I won’t let you.”
- “Maybe I’m just crazy.”
- “I’m not even sorry.”
- “Honestly, just stop it.”
- “I believe in you.”
- “Don’t be an ass.”
- “Who were you with?”
- “Please talk to me.”
- “I can’t trust you.”
- “I need you, though.”
- “Don’t be fucking rude.”
- “Is that my shirt?”
- “So, it was you.”
- “I need to go.”
- “Just stay with me.”
- “You can trust me.”
- “Alright, I love you.”
- “I’m sorry, but no.”
- “Will you help me?”
- “You’re a terrible cook.”
- “Can you shut up!?”
- “You love me, right?”
- “I really need you.”
- “I don’t love you.”
- “I’m not doing this.”
- “I really need you.”
- “You don’t want me.”
- “Let me help you.”
- “You’re such a bitch.”
- “I can’t do this.”
- “You think you’re funny?”
- “Hey, I said stop!”
- “Will you marry me?”
- “Wanna go out sometime?”
- “I don’t want this.”
- “You always this quiet?”
- “Are you fucking insane!?”
- “I don’t want you.”
- “I’m not wearing that.”
- “Sorry, were you sleeping?”
- “This was never right.”
- “You look really tired.”
- “I’m out of here.”
- “You need to go.”
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cxpt
“Rogers is dead. He no longer exists.” Whatever had wrappedaround his mind was now starting to release him from its grip. Andwith that freedom he was starting to become aware of just what wasgoing on around him. The Commander could feel the restraints and knewthat they had kept him tied down for whatever it was they had done tohim. Not that he blamed them. A weapon was a dangerous thing to leaveabout without some sort of safety net, after all. What bothered himmost was the fact that he could feel no changes. Other than the fogthat kept hanging around his head. They had not done anything to him,they had not fixed him or changed him or whatever it was they wereplanning on doing to him. Why? He wanted to know and he wanted tounderstand. A weapon was not meant to ask questions but he could nothelp himself. There were far too many running through his head andthe programming reminded him he was not to ask them.
Butwhat if he did? In the beginning he had been punished for askingquestions. He had learned that lesson particularly quickly and hadnever asked another question. But it did not stop him from thinkingabout asking them. “You think you can bring him back – ”The Commander chuckled at the notion. Steve Rogers had died and hehad been created from the ashes. There was no point in thinking thatthe dead could be brought back to life. He was what he was and hewould be nothing more than a weapon. This womanneeded to see that instead of doing the impossible. “You cannotbring back the dead. If such a thing was possible my masters wouldhave figured it out already.” And they had not sent him onmissions looking for things such as that. They had more importantthings for him to do; like eliminate this particular target.
the smile on her face was almost too big - TOO BRIGHT. His so-called 'masters' told him nothing about his target. They obviously underestimated her - believing that their Commander would be able to put her down with just a gunshot or two. Maybe they never heard the tales of Peggy Carter and the miracles she achieved - even before the foundation of SHIELD. It didn't matter - their bmistake gave her the best chance she needed to bring Steve Rogers 'back from the dead'. She would break the walls they built around his spirit and free him from his years of captivery. She would turn the weapon back into a man. ❝ They really didn't tell you a single thing about me, did they? ❞ Just a murmur, her fingers stroking his face as she tilted her head to the side - silently admiring his features. She wondered if she would see him smiling again - not that twisted, loopsided grin oh no. The shy and yet bright smile that stole her heart a very long time ago. She genuinely hoped that HYDRA didn't break him beyond repair - Steve Rogers deserved HAPPINESS more than anyone else. ❝ My name is Peggy Carter. One of the founders of SHIELD. Born in 1921, deceased in 1948. ❞ She got up on her feet, slowly folding her arms across her chest as she kept her eyes on him. Even if he was restrained, she knew better than anyone else that nobody could afford to be careless around Steve. He could always find a way to break free and attack her. ❝ As you can see, bringing back the dead is my speciality. Well, one of them. The other one is fighting crimes - especially when HYDRA is involved. ❞ A pause, a mocking smirk. ❝ I suppose it makes me the PERFECT CANDIDATE for that situation, don't you think? ❞ Soon, the Commander would be nothing but a bad nightmare - she promised herself that she would find a way to make him disappear once for good. It would probably take some time but with Stark's help, they would save Steve from himself.
unbxrial
SHE QUICKLY ATTRACTED HIS CURIOSITY, an arm soon curled around her waist to keep her close, her smirk answered with an equally lopsided grin crossing his features. He was ENTIRELY ware that she’s in CONTROL, the woman to rule them all and make her own decision who DESERVED her ATTENTION. Compliments not an option to persuade her into anything.
( Good thing he’s been quite resourceful as of lately. )
❛ you and probably half of earth’s population, too. I ain’t see where that’s so bad, ❜ he noted with an arch of his eyebrow before leaned forward, nuzzling her neck with the tip of his nose, enjoying the warmth radiating from here.
his reaction brought a GENTLE SMILE back on her lips, a delightful shiver running down her spine as she slightly turned her face to be able to drop a kiss on his hair. Jason’s presence offered her more comfort than she expected it in the first place - a safe haven she never expected to find in that new century. A low chuckle echoed in her ribcage as she slowly rolled her eyes, .
❝ I am not half of earth’s population .❞ she sulked, a light pout on her visage as she slapped his backside in a playful way. Peggy Carter was too PRIDEFUL for her own good, she knew it well but she was too damn old to change. Yes she wouldn’t be ashamed to use her ‘real’ age as a valid argument.
okay i need to clean up my drafts - i’m going to drop everything but my replies for @notacyclonefan & @cxpt & @darkpatriotism & @hydrasweapon & @unbxrial - I will write the few starters I owe, though.
You can always come and plot with me if I dropped something we were doing together - it ‘s not personal, it’s about ‘muse’ & all this shit. ❤❤❤
onlinewifey
A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care
unbxrial
❛ Sounds good. Means we can sleep in, ❜ preferably along with some breakfast in bed. But his mind soon swayed due to the warmth wrapped around him, her body aligned with his own, their limbs tangled. Eventually he also released the breath he’s been holding, entirely easing into their embrace, his own fingers dancing across the length of her spine.
❛ Any specific requests for breakfast? I could either go for something sweet like pancakes and waffles, or rather salty with bacon, eggs… ❜ Despite the echoing LAUGHTER in the back of his mind, the Joker once more haunting his night, it started to fade off the more he distract himself due to her presence and something as mundane like BREAKFAST.
❝ -let’s hope the NEIGHBORS will be quiet. ❞ because of the war, Peggy had quite a HARD TIME sleeping - the tiniest noise was enough to wake her up. Yet, she figured out that she spent better nights when Jason was by her side. Somehow, the vigilante managed to soothe her - he offered her a PEACE she never dreamed of. She brushed her lips against his skull before dropping several tender kisses on his face, leaning against the gentle touch of his fingers.
❝ I want an ENGLISH BREAKFAST. It’s been a while since the last time I had one. ❞ She whispered, burying her face against his hair as she pulled him a little bit closer. Even if they never talked about it she knew about his nightmares and the GHOSTS of his past - she was trying her best to shut the VOICES and LAUGHTERS inside his head.
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A month, give or take; that’s how long he’d been home from thehospital. A month and it felt like he was still trying to figure outjust where he felt in this new world of his. There were also thenightmares that continually plagued his sleep. Steve hated the factthat Peggy would see him like that, see him screaming in his sleepand waking up with sweat falling from his face. She didn’t deservethat. If anything, she deserved so much better than a broken man whocould barely handle sleeping through the night. But she’d been therewhen he woke up and he knew he had to try to deal with all of thisand the grief of losing his best friend. He just wasn’t certain how,and shuffling into the small kitchen he was pleasantly surprised tosee her standing there.
“Morning, Peggy. I – I wasn’t expecting to see you here thismorning.”
Peggy was a PATIENT and SUPPORTIVE woman - she would give Steve all the space and time he needed to grief the loss of his best friend. Furthermore, the agent could only imagine how the year he spent trapped in ice affected him - she didn’t want to put more pressure on his shoulders. If some people were expecting CAPTAIN AMERICA’s return on the big picture, the brunette was simply glad that the man she loved was alive. For the first time in weeks, Dooley agreed to let her have a day off and she was preparing breakfast when the super soldier finally woke up. A gentle smile rounded the edge of her mouth as she spotted him getting out of his room - it’d been a while since the last time they got the opportunity to be together so early in the morning.
❝ no work for me today, I’m afraid. ❞
darkpatriotism
❛ well i DID mention i couldn’t dance, sweetheart. you didn’t leave me any other choice. ❜
❝ please, you’re a FRISBEE MASTER and a GRACEFUL GYMNAST I am sure that you can handle a few dancing steps. ❞
