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it's always a joy to read a new foxxay chapter on monday. however, please tell me now whether there is going to be a happy ending or not. so i can at least mentally prepare myself ':)
hey there, thank you! :)
i’d love to be cruel and say you’ll just have to wait and see... however, i’m nothing but soft in the heart! of course it will have a happy ending, i’ve not spent my free time outside of work writing 50k+ words of a story just to upset myself with a bad ending. ;)
you wouldn't perhaps be up for another cartinelli prompt? :) dialogue prompt “I'm trying to propose, woman!“, would be really great :D
46. “I’m trying to propose, woman!“ -thanks @awblake i didn’t know which era to set this in tbh but i’ll stick with some modern for now
Peggy is reading the newspaper when she sees a small blip in the politics section. When Peggy looks up she sees Angie sitting across the table reading lines for her latest production without a care in the world. It brings a smile to her face.
“Angie,” Peggy begins slowly, taking a sip of her tea.
“Mm?” Angie doesn’t look up from her script.
“What do you think of Boston in the fall?”
Angie narrows her eyes instantly, her lips screwed up with distaste. “Unless the Yankees are in town, it’s awful.”
Peggy snorts. “You honestly think that? I hear it’s beautiful that time of year.”
Angie grabs her cup of coffee. “The whole northeast is beautiful in the fall, but why would I go to Boston when we’ve got New York City?”
Peggy purses her lips, not knowing how to broach the topic further. “I mean, don’t you think it’d be a nice change of pace? They’re quite progressive up there.”
“They are but we are too and we’ve got the freaks at least,” Angie takes a huge gulp of her coffee, “better than the stuffy WASPs up there.”
“I’ve heard though that there’s a community out there for us.” Angie raises an eyebrow. “Quite prominent really. Just recently–”
“Come on, English, we’ve got a great gay community here,” Angie tries to wave off. “It’s still working itself out but we’ve already got one here.”
“But–”
“Just because Boston’s got one doesn’t make it any better than ours–”
“Angie, please!” Peggy finally stops her girlfriend from speaking. “I’m trying to propose!”
Angie pauses mid sentence with a stunned look on her face. “What?”
“Boston’s legalized same sex marriage,” Peggy says folding the newspaper to hand to her girlfriend. “I was thinking maybe we could get married.”
Angie takes the paper skeptically to read the section that Peggy shows her. Peggy waits patiently as Angie’s eyes scan the lines. It only takes a moment before her eyes soften and she lets out a sigh of disbelief.
“So what do you think?” Peggy timidly asks. “Would you like to marry me?”
Angie looks up at Peggy with a warm look. “I guess I could suffer one weekend in Boston with you.”
hey, I saw your photo from Austria and wanted to ask you when and why you were there? did you like it? it's such a small country that the world usually forgets about it. so that photo was really surprising :) PS: I hope the Krampus wasn't too mean :P
I lived in Austria for 4 years, I went to highschool there! Vienna is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever lived. <3
The Krampus grabbed my head just as the photo was being taken and crushed it to his chest, which is why I’m making that face. XD It’s okay, I love him anyway. (I’m pretty sure we’re related.)
i was actually going to point that out, but did not want to bother you with my rants 😂 i think it's very frustrating when suddenly out of nowhere the story ends with them not getting together, or worst of all, one of them dying. i mean, come on. at least tag it or warn the readers beforehand ':)
mmmhm, i feel that one hundred percent, i don’t find any enjoyment in putting so much effort into a story only for the characters to be miserable at the end of it, but i see the other side of it, too. some people just like writing that kinda stuff, and there’s nothing wrong with that either.
unless you’ve paid a writer to write something specifically, i don’t think it’s really anyone’s business to be upset with what they do with their story, that they’re writing in their free time, for absolute free, you know? that’s the beauty of fanfic, though. i wish more people who read it also wrote it ahahah. :)
love your camomile and chlorine fanfic. very well written and captivating :) since you are planning on concluding the story eventually soon, how many more chapters might we be able to enjoy? i imagine it's difficult to pin it down to an exact number, but it would be great if you could :D i'd like to know whether we are close to them finally getting together :)
hey there, thank you!! that’s always so encouraging to read. ^^ that’s right-- i’m at the very beginning of chapter 10 currently, but i’m planning on having chapter 9 posted next monday, then *fingers crossed* back to my regular weekly schedule.
in terms of chapters, it is tricky to say exactly, especially because i tend to over-write outside of my plan a LOT. i’m aiming to be getting to the ‘beginning of the end’ either with ch10 or ch11, and then i reckon from there i could do it in... 3 or 4 more chapters?
take that with a pinch of salt, though, because i’ve just been winging this fic for the most part with no real structure to guide me. :)
I read those 'soulmates can communicate through thoughts aus' and the first one with aisle 5 + oreos would be a funny cartinelli au. I know that cartinelli isn't the most popular ship at the moment, but it would be really cool, if you could write something for them :)
thanks for sending the prompt btw it just takes me ages to get to but it seems to be best when my brain is cluttered
Peggy has a knackering for Hydrox and not that she’s finally off work she can go get herself some.
What the fuck is a Hydrox?
“They’re fantastic is what they are,” Peggy says as she slings her bag over her shoulder.
“Goodnight Director.”
“Goodnight, Maria,” Peggy says as she leaves her office hastily.
Oh you mean Oreos.
Peggy laughs to herself as she gets on the elevator.
Why can’t you think of Oreos like a normal person? Hydrox is such a knock off.
Peggy rolls her eyes. I’ll have you know that Hydrox was founded before Oreos.
Sure thing, English. After a moment, Angie’s voice comes to her. Great, now I’m craving Oreos.
Peggy laughs to herself and continues to make her way to the closest supermarket. As she does, Angie’s thoughts turn into reciting lines and monologues that she comfortably puts in the back of her mind as they usually do.
“Sorry, have you got any Hydrox here?” Peggy asks the young worker.
He stares at her in confusion. “Uh, do you mean Oreos?”
Peggy does her best to roll her eyes. “Sure.” She might as well bite the bullet. It’s not like she wants to go searching through all bodegas in Manhattan at the moment. It’s not like she’d be able to find it in the city anyway.
“Aisle five, ma’am,” he says politely before moving on.
Ma’am? How old does he think I am?
You sound old. Who in this era gets Hydrox? Get some Oreos like a normal person.
I grew up off of Hydrox .They were gran’s favorite. Peggy feels her stomach grumble. She should probably find some dinner too. Alright, aisle five.
Oreos, aisle five!
Peggy has to do a double take at the same thought that comes across her mind. She rounds the corner quickly for aisle five to make sure. She furrows her brows when she sees an empty aisle.
Are you here? Peggy thinks rather loudly.
Huh? Where?
Before Peggy can think, she feels a bump into her back.
“Oh, sorry about that,” a woman with light brown curls apologizes. “Just looking for some Oreos.”
Peggy tilts her head. “Angie?”
“Peggy?” Angie looks at her in awe as she takes a step back. “Wow, you look better than I imagined.”
Peggy feels her cheeks warm. “Thank you? As do you.” She swallows. “This is a bit awkward. I wasn’t expecting to run into you here.”
Angie laughs. “Yah, go figure, all of New York and our paths cross when we’re looking for Oreos.”
“Go figure,” Peggy says affectionately. She’s already forgotten about the Oreos because finding Angie’s much better.
yeah, i get your point. art and therefore writing is subjective. you can't please them all. and you are free to create your own interpretation of a pairing, since that's what fanfics are for :) nevertheless a warning or a few hints beforehand would be great. i mean you wouldn't look for a horror story in the romance section either ':)
exactly!
although...... i may be extremely partial to a horror/romance crossover actually....... 👀
that's great to hear :D it would be a shame if those two didn't get an happy ending. thanks for replying :)
ahaha dw, i get you. i’m equally upset when i spend so long following a story and it doesn’t have a happy ending, i can’t do that to myself. :))
