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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.” 

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Clutterbrain

There are 365 days in a year. A year is only remembered in bits and pieces. Remembering even the simplest of things is a struggle for me, it’s easy for me to forget things. Forgetfulness, I’m forgetting something, something important. Something important to remember that I managed to forget with this useless memory I have. Memories get stored in my brain. Stored like they’re in filing cabinets. My mother uses filing cabinets to keep her work organized. Organization is not my forte, in fact I’m so disorganized it’s a miracle my brain even works. Works. Working. What was I working on? I can’t remember what I was working on, in fact I barely remember what day it is. What day it is? There’s too many to count. Too many to count but we counted them anyways. There are 365 days in a year.

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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. 

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If you’re still taking prompts, 52 for littlebell? I love your writing :) or 10 or 48 thanks!

52. “So, are you guys dating or?”

“You want to take my client on a sting?” Sandra asks, magnanimously annoyed.

Kate opens her mouth because she takes in Sandra’s tone first. She hesitates only for a brief moment. “Ms. Andel is essential to the operation as you’ve insisted. For us to bring in anyone else would be a mistake.”

“This isn’t like selling body parts, Kate, this is arms dealing,” Sandra reminds. 

“With a crew of ATF agents who are highly trained,” Kate reminds. “Agent Ooms is highly trained to protect Ms. Andel if anything were to go wrong.” Sandra shoots her eyes to Anya sitting besides Kate with an unsure smile on her face. “Which is why she’s here, to explain how the sting will proceed.” 

Sandra sucks air between her teeth. “Fine, Agent Ooms, why don’t you explain to me how this is going to go?” 

Anya leans back in her seat casually, just to look between Kate, who actively avoids Anya’s gaze and Sandra, who is shooting daggers. "So…are you two dating or is this unresolved sexual tension?”

“No.” “Yes.” 

Anya raises her eyebrows. 

Sandra glares at Kate. “No?” 

Kate stares like a deer in headlights. Her mouth opens, just to close so she can choose her words carefully. “I thought we were being professional,” she says lowly at Sandra. 

“We are.” Both Anya and Sandra say simultaneously. Again Sandra shoots a glare at Anya, who raises her hands in surrender. 

Sandra leans in to say, not so softly. “But it’s different when my girlfriend’s ex-girlfriend is here.” 

Anya snickers. “That’s a big no-no, Kate.” 

“You are not helping,” Kate lets out in exasperation.

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If you’re still doing the prompts.. 3 with sansaery? Thanks

3. “You’re cute when you’re worried”

Margaery’s brows are furrowed as she clasps her hands in front of her face. She’s in a pickle, a huge stinking pickle. 

Sansa smiles with mirth from across the table. “You have no more moves, Margaery.”

“I have plenty of moves,” Margaery lowly says without breaking her focus.

“You don’t, I’ve calculated them all,” Sansa says smugly, leaning forward in her seat to stare at Margaery. 

Margaery doesn’t say anything else. She just focuses on all of the squares. Annoyed by all the white dots as opposed to red ones. 

“You’re so cute when you’re worried,” Sansa says after a moment. 

“Don’t distract me,” Margaery grumbles, doing her best not to look at Sansa. 

“You are,” Sansa insists. She reaches across the table and pokes at the furrow between Margaery’s brow. “I’ve never seen someone so intently focused on a game of Battleship.” 

Margaery slaps away Sansa’s hand and rubs her forehead smooth. “That’s because you’re a cheat.” 

Sansa laughs. “I am not a cheat.”

“How do you explain how I haven’t landed a single hit?” Margaery sounds more than annoyed only making Sansa more amused. 

“Because you’re not a strategist like I am,” Sansa says.

Margaery rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Captain Stark of the Northern Army, such a strategist.” She throws up her hands, sinking back into her seat.

“Come on, princess of Thorns,” Sansa sarcastically says. “Are you going to sink my Battleship?”

Margaery narrows her eyes. “You’re undoubtedly my worst security detail ever.”

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lintz

13.  “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?” - prerelationship s3 when sydney still has her long hair...i know what a throwback eh?

They’re working another overnight together again. It shouldn’t be weird. It should be cool. 

But is it supposed to be cool after sleeping together?

Maggie is in a bit of a conundrum about that because she wants to play it casual. She should be playing it casual. Sydney is her mentor, her boss, and probably a senior is many other ways even if she is two years younger.

“I can feel you staring at me, Dr. Lin,” Sydney says firmly without looking up from her folder.

The thing that brings Maggie comfort is seeing just the edge of the hickey she left on Sydney the night before peeking out. It doesn’t help that Sydney’s skin is like porcelain. 

“Maggie,” Sydney repeats herself. This time she stops reading and looks at her. 

Maggie swallows quickly and pretends she hasn’t been looking that long. “Uh--uhm, you have something in your hair...” she stutters out. 

Sydney furrows her brows and runs her hand down her hair. “What is it?” 

Maggie lets Sydney think that there’s something in her hair until she offers carefully. Almost stupidly because she knows what it seems like. “Do you want me to get it?” she timidly asks. 

Sydney stops fiddling with her hair and lets Maggie take care of it. 

It’s nothing. There’s nothing in her hair. Maggie just reaches out to touch Sydney’s hair that’s fallen from behind her ear, tucking it before running her fingers gingerly down the strands. 

Sydney just stares, tense at the intimate gesture. 

Maggie flicks at the air. “Sorry, just some lint.”

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6 or 49 for littlebell? I love your writing (especially neurodivergent kate in the last fic)!!!

6. Do you want to get out of here? –anon, i know you sent me a second one and ill get to the one but come on this prompt is gold

Sandra wasn’t really in the mood for drinks when she had a lot of work to do. Then again, the argument was that she always had work to do so if she wasn’t done it anyway that it could wait. That made no sense but with Allison’s insistence how was she supposed to say no.

On the plus side, Kate was there.

Kate looks especially different today. Sandra can’t spot it, but maybe it’s her hair? No, it’s still down, cut immaculately in her bob.

Kate take a sip of her beer, neck tilting up and Sandra’s mind suddenly thinks of how her skin tastes.

“Thirsty?” Allison asks, startling Sandra from her thought.

“What?” Sandra clears her strangely dry throat.

Allison smirks at Sandra before handing her a beer. “I have a radar for thirsty bisexuals.”

“Shut up,” Sandra slaps the back her hand at Allison. She takes the beer to wet her throat.

“Are you going to talk to her?” Allison prods.

“I was going to but now I’m second guessing it because of a busy body.”

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you’re gonna have a good time and not think about work.”

Sandra rolls her eyes. “Tough luck, since Kate and I don’t talk about anything other than work.” She turns to leave Allison, but not without feeling a playful slap on her ass. She glares at her best friend who innocently sips her beer.

Sandra slips into the seat next to Kate, ready to rant about her work pile when Kate realizes her presence almost instantly.

“Sandra, just who I was waiting for,” Kate says immediately. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about stuff.”

Sandra smiles affectionately. “Stuff?”

“Leonard says that with people of interest in order to get to know them better, I should talk to you about stuff. My interests, your interests.”

Sandra can feel her heart skip a beat. “What do you mean people of interest?”

“I want to get to know you better,” Kate declares.

Sandra feels her brain short circuit for a hot second. She pauses before looking around to make sure she hasn’t slipped into another dimension. “Are you drunk?”

Kate looks confused. “Why would I be after one drink?” She waves her hand. “So what do you say?”

Sandra has to hold back a laugh because this was the last thing she expected to happen. She glances around the bar as another wave of lawyers that she recognizes from across the street enters. “It’s getting busy,” she prefaces smartly. “Do you want to get out of here? It’s hard to talk over a bunch of people.”

Kate looks around the bar and notices the crowd as well. There’s a relieved look on her face. She nods. “Good. That sounds good.”

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agent reign

27. “You’re so clingy, i love it.”  for @exerciseindisguise

Sam is in the middle of a meeting when she hears the buzzing of her phone. 

“Mrs. Arias, the deficit in the last quarter has yet to be explained by Ms. Luthor and since her presence is severely lacking in the moment, maybe you should be so kind as to explain how you would feasibly expect to move forward with L-Corp.” 

Sam only hears every other word as she quickly checks her message from Alex, checking in to make sure that she’s feeling okay. 

Go figure, one headache after Lena’s updated neurochip, and Alex has been on edge. 

“Mrs. Arias?” 

“Arias-Danvers.” Sam responds with Just tired but I’m okay. I love you. 

“Excuse me?” The president of the board responds. 

Sam coolly puts her phone down and stares right at him. “Mrs. Arias-Danvers.” she clarifies. He stares at her in confusion before she raises an eyebrow at him. 

“Uh--of course, Mrs. Arias-Danvers. As we were saying--” 

“As you were saying,” Sam interrupts having little patience. She hears her phone buzz once more. “Now that we’ve established that you’ve read only the quarterly report, we can move along the agenda to the next handout if you may. This explains our projects moving forward.” 

The president looks flustered at how obvious Sam makes it sound. Honestly, how Sam behaves towards him only emphasizes his incompetence. She actively ignores the multiple texts from Alex, pointedly staring at everyone in the room to show her control. 

When she steps out of the conference room two hours later, it’s not a surprise that Alex is waiting outside, looking like she’s been pacing. She’s even fiddling with her wedding ring. 

“Sam,” Alex lets out with relief as she steps forward to hold Sam’s hands. 

Sam smiles as she looks at Alex’s business casual. “You look good today; I didn’t know it was take your wife to work day.” 

Alex scowls at her. “You didn’t text me back. I got worried.” 

There are a few men that leave the room as well, saying their goodbyes to Sam politely. 

“Sorry, needed to show them who was boss,” Sam whispers playfully to her. “I didn’t kill any of them, so I’m sure I’m just dehydrated or something.” Alex frowns at her. “I’m fine, honey. You’re being clingy again.” 

“I’m not being clingy,” Alex argues. “I’m being a concerned wife.” 

Sam laughs, slipping her arm around Alex’s waist. “Clingy is fine. I love it.” Alex pouts as they walk away from the conference room. “You can stay with me in the office all day to monitor my condition.” 

“That isn’t my job.”

“Yeah, but it kind of is.”