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honey-tea-and-lemon-trees · 9 months

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…bagels 👀

hello. below (and on ao3 because I don’t know how to write short lil drabbles apparently) is pure, silly, tooth-rotting fluff. established nace, same brain silliness. please enjoy <3

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It’s been a long, frequently employed, running joke amongst their circle - how similar they are.

Since the beginning, it’s been years of shared chuckles and rolled eyes as they observe Ace and Nancy talk to each other in half-sentences, communicating in a language only the two of them can understand. Cries of disbelief as Nancy finds Ace’s eyes across the room at exactly the right moment, and knows in her bones that he’d cracked the solution to a case; feeling his gaze on her seconds before she beats him to the answer; or best of all, when the only way to beat something is to swirl their thoughts together in one glass, the solve a well-mixed cocktail of them two of them.

It’s mostly limited to eyebrow wagging and shaking heads when their poring over murder boards, but stems into full blown outrage at family game nights.

It was established, fairly early on, that they weren’t allowed to be on the same team due to unfair advantage.

‘What advantage?’ Nancy head yelled, disgruntled as she threw her legs across Ace’s on the couch.

‘That thing you two do,’ Ryan had murmed with narrowed eyes. ‘We’ve collectively agreed it shouldn’t be allowed for fair and square games.’

Ace’s eyes had swung to Nancy’s, his mouth pinched in a, ‘ huh’ .

Nancy raised a brow, to which he shrugged.

‘Yes!’ Bess had clapped her hands furiously, ripping their attention away from each other. ‘That’s the thing!’

‘No couples allowed!’ Especially you two weirdos,’ George had said decisively. She waved a hand in Nick’s direction, on the other side of the room, as if to prove her point.

‘I object,’ Ace said lazily, as Carson strolled into the Drew house living room.

‘Overruled. Sorry kids.’

Then, it was decreed they weren’t allowed to be on opposite teams because they both got too caught up and competitive until George snapped that they were giving her a headache and to ‘fucking chill out.’

One… particularly heated , incident gets them slapped with a ban from the next two game nights. Nancy’s left yelling on the doorstep, Ace’s jaw still hanging open as Nick closes the door to his and George’s house with a regretful shrug, with a stern dad look about his face.

Nancy scoffs and turns to Ace. They blink at each other in the soft evening light.

‘That was your fault.’ Nancy pokes Ace in the ribs and tries to stop her traitorous lips from curving into a smile.

‘I have no defense… Game Night Ace is a passionate guy. Sometimes he takes the reins and I don’t come-to until the yelling cuts through the trance,’ he mutters, looking convincingly sorrowful. Hair hanging over his wide, blue eyes in a gut-wrenchingly innocent puppy dog gaze.

The smile blooms fully across her face, even as she rolls her eyes. ‘Game Night Ace is pretty ridiculous.’

‘You’re tellin’ me.’ He shakes his head as he offers Nancy his arm.

She snakes her hand around Ace’s bicep and embraces the magnetic pull of her body towards his, despite the still sticky heat of the evening.

They didn’t bring a car, it’s not a far walk from Nick and George’s to their place. They stroll in companionable quiet until a townsperson inevitably stops them every few minutes and they have to engage in conversation. Nancy knows as many of them as Ace does, has reasons to like each of them, but can’t say she’d stop her journey for every single one, if not for the humanoid golden retriever she’s attached to.

Nancy spends the walk, and intermittent conversations, tracing mindless patterns on the warm skin of Ace’s arm, shown off in one of his short-sleeved floral shirts that she loves, tinged golden from weeks of warm, summer sun.

They’re nearly thirty minutes into their nine minute commute home, and yet Nancy doesn’t want to burst the bubble of the evening yet. She’s drunk on the laughter of her friends and family, the ridiculousness of getting thrown out of game night because of the man she loves.

She nudges Ace’s shoulder with her chin as he waves to Mrs Feldman, finally retreating. ‘Do you want to see if Cindy’s still got the ice cream parlour open?’ She murmurs softly, nuzzling her nose against his shirtsleeve slightly.

Ace looks at her with an impossibly tender expression, a smile curling his lips and a hand suddenly clutching his heart. ‘You just read my mind, Nance.’

In the absence of game nights come bets.

They start because there is only one blueberry bagel left.

‘That bagel is mine, Drew.’ Ace looks at her with widened eyes, hands held out cautiously in front of him as he slowly shuffles towards her.

Nancy yelps as he suddenly darts around their kitchen table, narrowly missing his hand grabbing for her waist. She readjusts her hold on the plate where her bagel precariously resides.

‘Seeing as it’s in my hand, I don’t see how that can be true, Hardy,’ she muses, continuing to pace backwards around the table.

‘You acquired it through nefarious means and you know it!’ His voice is a scratchy, morning rumble.

She shrugs. ‘Nothing you can prove.’

‘Maybe so…’ He breathes a laugh, straightening and running a hand through his still sleep-mussed hair, the muscles in his arm bunching more deliciously than a blueberry bagel.

This man plays dirty, it’s an attack on all of Nancy’s weak areas and he knows it.

Unfortunately it works. Her stomach is still fluttering even as she shrieks a laugh when this time, his hands do encircle her waist. He walks them backwards until she’s boxed in by his hands on the counter either side of her body, the plated bagel trapped between their chests.

The corners of his eyes crinkle with lines that weren’t there when they first got together. Evidence of years of smiles just for Nancy, like a whisper in her ear, on a man who they’re hard to coax from.

Gotcha , his smirk says now.

‘Fine,’ she mumbles grumpily, as Ace lets out a quiet victory laugh and drops a kiss onto her bare shoulder, where the strap of her tank top has fallen down. ‘I’ll share.’ She holds it out half for him, and he takes a bite without removing his hands from beside her, letting out a happy hum while he chews. ‘But only because I know how grumpy you’d be without your morning bagel.’

He huffs with his mouth full. Presses a blueberry flavoured kiss to her lips before he says, ‘Not exactly cutting coming from you, Nance.’

Her jaw goes slack with mock shock as she offers him another bite of bagel. ‘Excuse me?’

‘You’re grumpy as hell if you don’t get your morning bagel fix,’ he murmurs before he tears another bite off. He kisses the edge of her mouth again and pushes off the counter. ‘But you eat the rest of that, I’ll get dressed and go grab some more.’

‘Nope, you have it,’ Nancy says, holding out the plate to him, chin lifted indignantly. ‘And don’t worry about going out… I don’t need a bagel.’

Ace raises a brow at her. She mirrors his expression challengingly.

He cautiously takes the plate from her outstretched hands, eyeing her carefully.

‘In fact,’ she muses. ‘I won’t have any more bagels… this week!’

‘Nancy…’ he drags out her name in a groan that makes her chest flutter. He discards the plate on the table and grabs her waist. ‘I’m just kidding around. I’m grumpy without my bagel too!’

‘I know you were, but you presented a challenge. And I don’t back down from those.’ She smirks, winding her arms around his neck. ‘Do you think you could go without for a week?’

He blinks. ‘ Could and Wanting to… very different concepts here.’

She pouts her lips, eyeing him teasingly. ‘You couldn’t then.’

‘That’s not what I’m saying…’

‘Well, prove it then.’

Ace narrows his eyes. Nancy pokes the bear.

‘I bet you cave before I do,’ she whispers against his lips.

His whisper is immediate and cursing. ‘God dammit.’

‘What’s wrong with Nancy?’ Bess hisses at a volume she thinks Nancy can’t hear, but Icarus Hall (the newly established premises of the Historical Society, since Ace and Nancy found a place in town) is echoey as hell.

Ace hisses back through the corner of his mouth. ‘She’s trying to win a bagel bet.’

‘In words we’ll all understand please, darling,’ Bess prompts.

‘We swore off bagels until the other caves and eats one. Haven’t had any in a week.’

‘Oh god…’

Ace hums consolingly. ‘We had to walk past the store and smell all the freshly baked cinnamon bagels. Mrs G’s new recipe… She isn’t taking it well.’

‘Ooh… those are to die for though.’

Ace groans, dropping his head onto the desk. ‘Don’t tempt me.’

Nancy swivels in her chair, calling across the room to where the pair of them are sitting. ‘He’s so close to giving in, I can taste it.’

‘I am made of stone. Nothing can break me,’ Ace says, completely deadpan.

‘Ha!’ Nancy shuts the door with a smug grin on her face, on Day 8 of the bagel bet. If the Horseshoe Baygles bag sitting on the counter were not damning enough, there’s a half eaten one hanging out of Ace’s mouth. Game over.

‘She got me! Mrs G cornered me and asked why I hadn’t been in! She said she’d been worried about us, Nancy!’ He collapses into a chair heavily, wraps his mouth around another hulking bite. ‘I was gonna just take the bag over to my mom’s but once I had that smell circulating in Florence… I was a goner.’

Nancy laughs, as she slips off her shoes and pads across the floor towards him. She nudges his knees so she can step between them, cradling his face to tilt up to her.

‘You really can’t resist an old lady offering you bagels?’ She brushes a knuckle against his cheek.

‘I really can’t.’ He shakes his head gently in her grip. ‘May or may not have eaten three already.’

‘You’re going to have a stomach ache.’

‘I’d do it again. These are fucking delicious,’ he whispers seriously, coaxing another laugh from Nancy.

‘I love you, strange man.’ She leans down and Ace smiles into her kiss. ‘Did you at least save me some?’

‘Do I wanna live to the end of the day? ‘Course I left you some,’ he mutters with a smirk.

Nancy immediately leans over him reaching for the paper bag. ‘I already have ideas for new bets… I want to keep this winning streak going and I think I can beat you again.’

Ace chest rumbles with a rare, bursting laugh, tugging her waist until she’s fully seated in his lap. Nancy lets out a surprised yelp, barely keeping a hold on her bagel bag.

‘I love you, strange woman.’ He gazes at her, and her chest throbs with the tenderness splayed across his face.

Even after all this time, the loving him isn’t the slightest bit tiring.

‘Tell me your ideas, Nance... But be warned. This time, I’m beating you.’

#nace #nancy drew #nancy x ace #ask games #prompt fill

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sesamestreep · 10 months

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okay sorry one last one: 50, dealer's choice

50. rudely barging in on a white veil occasion (from this list) you say dealer’s choice, I say DREW CREW! 🔎✨ set several years in the future so all these characters can legally drink and technically not be child brides, basically 🥂💍

After breaking several traffic laws to get there in record time, Nick and Ace barge in to the fitting area of Delia’s Bridal Shop in Augusta to find burn marks on the plush beige carpet as well as the remnants of several broken champagne glasses scattered on the floor. Nancy is standing center stage, as it were, grasping George by the arms but they both turn in surprise when the boys enter.

“Nancy, don’t!” Nick calls, first to act as always.

“Whatever you’re feeling right now,” Ace tries to say while still catching his breath after the sprint from the parking lot, “it’s not you. It’s the—!”

“Earrings,” Nancy replies flatly. “The ones Ryan gave me to wear, from the Hudson estate.”

“Yeah,” Nick says, cautiously, throwing a baffled look in Ace’s direction. “It turns out they belonged to one of the Women in White, and she—”

“Went crazy at her own wedding and killed a bunch of the guests,” George finishes for him, with a grim smile. “So, now they’re infused with her rage.”

“Yeah,” Ace responds, feeling his heart rate hesitantly returning to normal, “and it looks like Temperance held onto them and they got passed down through the Hudsons because…”

“She’s a nightmare person from Hell,” Bess says, nodding from an overstuffed chaise nearby, somehow managing to look both exhausted and blasé at the same time.

“Wait,” Nick says, gesturing at Nancy and George, “if you’re not in the midst of some bridal meltdown, how did you know about the earrings? And what’s with this mess?”

George gives Nancy an arch look. “Someone decided it might be nice to let the salesgirl try on her spooky family heirloom jewelry because she’s just sooo friendly and accommodating.”

At Nick and Ace’s mutual confused looks, Bess gestures to the corner, where a disheveled salesgirl is tied up in dressing room curtains and snoring gently as she presumably sleeps off the side effects of the curse, then holds up what Ace recognizes as her kit of spell components that she keeps in her purse.

“Magical first aid kit,” she announces proudly before taking a swig out of the last intact champagne flute, “never leave home without it!”

“How was I supposed to know the earrings were cursed?” Nancy asks, helplessly.

“Well, they are from the Hudsons,” Nick offers, getting a universal murmur of agreement from everyone else.

“Yeah, no more gifts or relics from that side of the family, please,” Ace says, moving to put his arm around her shoulders soothingly.

“Nothing older than twenty years, I promise,” she replies, leaning into his side. “Though, Bess did break the curse on the earrings, so…”

“Nancy!” Bess yells.

“Absolutely not,” Nick puts in.

“Not happening,” Ace objects.

“Ryan is rich. He can buy you new earrings,” George says, shaking her head and going to stand with Nick.

“Fine,” Nancy grumbles. “I guess we don’t need the risk of any extra bad luck for our wedding anyway.”

“Extra bad luck?” Ace asks. “Without the earrings, what do we have to worry about?”

Nancy bites her lip and looks uncomfortably at George and Bess. “Well, I know it’s old-fashioned, but it is considered bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the ceremony and…you’re, well…”

When she gestures down at her body, Ace notices her dress for the first time. It’s…big, with a lot of layers of tulle and…a lot more rhinestones around the neckline than he could have anticipated. The minute he spots the enormous bows down the back, he catches up and slaps a hand over his eyes.

“Oh, no! I’m sorry, I didn’t even think! I was so worried about the cursed earrings that I…”

“Goddammit,” George says.

Ace looks over at her, in case something else has suddenly gone wrong, only to find Nick trying desperately not to laugh while she glares at Nancy.

“Pay up, baby!” Nancy says, with a triumphant grin.

“What,” Ace says, not even bothering to make it a question.

“George bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t put this dress on and be able to convince you I was going to buy it,” Nancy says, patting his chest with her palm. “I was just going to text you a photo but you made it a lot easier by showing up. You should’ve seen your face.”

“That’s so mean,” Ace says, even as relief floods through him.

“As if I’d ever choose this dress of all things.”

“I’m still coming down from a panicked adrenaline high and I feel that I should be graded on a curve as a result.”

“Does that mean I don’t have to give Nancy twenty dollars?” George asks, as she fishes a bill out of her bra.

“Hell no,” Nancy replies, snatching it out of her hands. “Weddings are expensive.”

Ace nods at the damage around them. “Yeah, and I have a feeling these guys aren’t going to give us a discount.”

“Maybe there’s a matching wedding dress in the Hudson House of Horrors you could borrow,” Nick suggests.

“Don’t even joke about that,” Nancy says, darkly, curling even further into Ace’s side.

#sometimes the muse sends you ideas in Morse code and hieroglyphics and you really have to decode that shit #and sometimes she just airdrops a full fic into your brain in an instant like she did with this #here you go ma’am 🫡#I think a few of these character voices even scan correctly and everything #It’s….something! right?? maybe??#it’s done that’s what it is #we are on full Nancy Drew CW brainworms lockdown until august soz to my sane mutuals and followers #I will not be normal about these dingos for A WHILE #nancy drew cw #nancy drew #bess marvin #ned nickerson #george fan #ace [redacted]#ace nancydrewcw my main man #taylor swift song prompts #firstelevens #ask #prompt game #prompt fic #truly didn’t know I was such a speak now girlie until I listened to the re-release #and I was like oh this album bumps actually #speak now the song is genuinely such a closely held guilty pleasure of mine #we like to have fun in this house #homelywenchsociety #that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it!

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gergthecat · 1 month

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PSA

If anyone (especially moots) wants to send me an ask with a fic request, I would be more than happy to write it!!

I don’t just write AC (contrary to popular belief), and I’ll write for pretty much any book or other media that I have consumed.

What I really need is prompts because I AM OUT OF IDEAS.

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windowsandfeelings · 3 days

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ooh I'm going to ask nace & 7?

Well thank you for this, I had fun. It also ended up long enough that I posted it on AO3?

It's a small closet.

#nancy drew #nancy x ace #fic prompt #forced proximity #repressed feelings #edging???#(Is 1:30am Pacific a good time to post fic on AO3? It is definitely not.)#(but much like Nancy Drew I am an impatient and impulsive person)

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lavellenchanted · 3 months

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Hi! How about 💛 for nedcy?

💛 Reunion Kiss

It's not often that Nancy is one waiting to surprise Ned at the airport, rather than the other way around. It's not often she gets the chance to do anything to surprise him these days, really; her schedule's so hectic with all her cases that what time they have to spend together is subject to almost military-level planning.

So she can't help but feel a little excited as she waits for him to appear through the gate. She can already picture his reaction - his eyes widening in surprise, and then that big, bright grin that lights up his whole face and makes her heart flip over in her chest coming out.

At least, she hopes that's how he'll react. But there is a small, anxious part of her that worries he might forget to smile, that he might just be surprised, more than he should be, because he'd never expect her to be here.

(Nancy's a lot of things, but she's not completely un-self-aware, and she knows there have been times she'd be hard-pressed to win even the world's okayest girlfriend award, let alone the greatest.)

There's a buzz of voices from up ahead, and then a steady stream of people starts emerging from the gate, bags in hand, some waving and hugging whoever's waiting for them and others heading straight outside to get a cab.

Nancy rises up on to the tips of her toes - but in the end she doesn't need to. Ned's a good bit taller than most of the people in the crowd, but even if he wasn't the small cohort of young men all wearing Emerson sweaters and varsity jackets are hard to miss. As are the young women they're laughing with.

It's the strangest mix of sensations, feeling her heart leap at the sight of Ned's familiar curly brown hair and broad shoulders at the same time as her stomach knots with a sudden burst of unexpected jealousy.

She's being ridiculous, she knows that. Even if he were unhappy, Ned would never cheat on her. He's just not that guy. But still, she wonders if he doesn't look at the girls he's at college with and wish he was dating one of them instead of her. They'd be easier. They'd always be available. And they'd never stand him up.

She watches as he chuckles at someone's joke, and then he turns and his eyes meet hers.

"Nancy?"

"Hey there, Nickerson."

Quickly she finds a smile, and holds up the silly little cardboard sign she made, with NICKERSON written in block capitals and a heart drawn after it.

Just as she expected, he stares in surprise, practically doing a double take. Her heart starts beating faster, and she's not sure if it's in fear or anticipation --

-- but then he smiles, the smile she's been waiting days to see, dimples flashing in his cheeks and his face shining. And more than smiling, he starts running towards her.

Nancy holds out her arms, heart soaring, and Ned sweeps her up in his, spinning her round and saying delightedly, "Nancy! I can't believe you're here."

She holds him tightly, breathing in the smell of his cologne. It's ridiculous that he smells so good even after hours on a plane. Only Ned could manage it, she's sure. "I thought I'd surprise you."

"I'm glad you did." He sets her back on her feet but keeps his arms around her, bending down to kiss her. "I missed you."

The moment his lips meet hers, all her anxieties melt away and everything is right with the world. He pulls her in close, the kiss soft but deep, his mouth moving slowly against hers, like he wants to savour the moment. And Nancy can feel him smiling all the way through it. It's a kiss that echoes what he's just said - how delighted he is to see her, how much he's missed her - and sends a glow of warmth radiating through Nancy's whole body.

"I missed you, too," she tells him.

"What -" Ned starts, but he's cut off by wolf whistling and laughter, and they both turn to see his friends from Emerson have joined them with Ned's bag in tow.

"I take it you won't need a ride home after all, Nickerson?" one says, raising a knowing eyebrow.

Ned just grins. "Nah, I think I'm good. This is my girlfriend, Nancy."

He says it so proudly, like he's eager for them all to know, and it makes Nancy's heart swell in her chest.

"Yeah, we figured," one of the other guys - Nancy recognises him from her visits to Emerson but can't remember his name. "We'll see you back at school, then."

"Thanks, man, it was a great trip. See you all next week."

They say their goodbyes and head out, leaving Ned and Nancy alone. Ned takes Nancy's hand with one of his, lacing their fingers together, and with the other picks up his bag and slings it across his shoulder.

"So how is it you're here?" He asks as they head outside to where Nancy's Mustang is parked. "You said you didn't think you'd finish your case for another few days."

"I didn't, but I caught a lucky break and wrapped it up sooner than I expected," she explains. "I got back the day before yesterday."

"I would have come back sooner if I'd known."

She loves him for saying that. "No, I'm glad you had a good time with your friends."

"So when do you head back out? Two days is more than enough for you find a new case."

"Well, I did get a call yesterday . . ." Ned just nods, but Nancy can see his shoulders slump a little and has to fight to keep the smile off her face as she continues, ". . . and I told them I could fly out next week, which they said was fine."

He stops, blinks, and then repeats. "Next week?"

"Yep. So I'm all yours until then."

It take a moment for that to register, and then his expression softens and his lips curl into a small smile and Nancy knows he's understood. Next week is when Ned's due back at school, so she's putting off the case for a few days so they can spend some time together. This time, she's making him a priority.

He leans down and brushes another tender kiss against her lips.

"Sounds great. And I think we should start with you and me, under a blanket . . ." A flush creeps over her face and he grins. ". . . with a giant pizza, and whatever's on Netflix."

"Perfect," Nancy laughs, feeling completely happy and at ease, without a single twinge of anxiety.

Because if she knows once incontrovertible truth, it's this: that Ned Nickerson loves her, no matter what. Just as she loves him.

kiss prompts

#I love you SO MUCH for sending this prompt #nancy drew #ned nickerson #nedcy #ned x nancy #otp: I can't imagine life or the world without you #my fic

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terrainofheartfelt · 7 months

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Wait I mean Carson/Ryan + 14

girl I gotchu :)

Carson/Ryan + 14…casually.

a kinda sorta au/missing moment of the Dads in 3x03

“...and Nancy’s already taken off for Portland. She said she’d be back for dinner.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Ryan quips, scrolling through his phone on his way to the coffeemaker. The Drew house has a Mr. Coffee machine that’s older than his daughter, but it’s somehow the best coffee he’s ever had.

Carson snorts, pot already in hand to pour into Ryan’s mug. He’s only been crashing here a few weeks, but he somehow has a specific mug, just like Nancy and Carson. It’s kinda nice.

“I got a deposition, plus lots to get done at the office,” Carson says, topping off his own coffee. “Do you think you could do the kitchen and the laundry today?”

Ryan resists the urge to roll his eyes. He appreciates Carson putting him up here, he does, but he’s not a child.

At least Carson isn’t the one that made the chore wheel. That was all Nancy.

“I think I can handle it,” he says flatly.

Carson smiles at him over the lip of his coffee mug, like he can read Ryan’s mind, then his eyes drift to the digital clock on the microwave. “I’ve got to get going. See you later.”

It happens so fast that Ryan doesn’t even see it coming. One second he’s taking a breath to say his own See you later, the next, Carson’s lips are touching his. Carson is kissing him.

And before he can even react to that, Carson jolts back like he’s been shocked. “I am so sorry,” he stammers out. “I don’t even – it was just habit or something –”

“No, no, it’s cool,” Ryan says quickly. “Don’t worry about it.”

Carson Drew, Esquire—the cool, collected professional attorney—claps a hand to his forehead, the most flustered Ryan has ever seen him. It’s kind of…charming actually. “Force of habit. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Ryan says, finding that he really means it. Carson was married for over twenty years, that’s a lot of habit to break.

“Okay,” Carson swallows nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “So I’ll just…”

Ryan bobs his head in a nod, watching Carson flee the kitchen as fast as humanly possible.

Force of habit. Ryan was married too, but he can’t say he’d ever known anything like that. Talking over coffee, kisses goodbye over the kitchen counter.

Sounds nice, though.

#nancy drew #carson x ryan #ryan x carson #windowsandfeelings #*prompts #don't let the bastards get you down my friend <3

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thereigning-lorelai · 7 months

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NACE APPRECIATION WEEK

this has been my first appreciation week in a while and while it was a humbling experience, it was also lots of fun. it's always great to see so many lovely creations, share them and spread the love for something we all have in common. it's also inspiring to see what someone else does with the prompts, the different approaches, interpretations and also opinions/favourites.

for anyone who's interested, here's a neat little list of all my contributions. if you'd like, i'd very much appreciate a reblog. ♥️

DAY ONE — favorite season 4 moment (breaking the curse) DAY TWO — the colors of love DAY THREE — song lyrics (nace + "everything" by lifehouse) DAY FOUR — nace + the dads DAY FIVE — free choice (nace + otp tags)

please also check out #naceweek and #nace week and be sure to reblog the beautiful stuff in there. ♥️

#ngl it was difficult at first because i remembered how much pressure i used to put on myself during these weeks #but once i could successfully forget the note counts on any of the sets i posted i had lots of fun #i always love working with the prompts and then seeing how someone else went into a completely different and wonderful direction #i forgot how much i missed appreciation weeks #the last one i participated in was jukebox week back in 2021 😭#anyways please go and reblog the lovely creations for this week they all deserve it ♥️#nancy drew #nace #naceweek

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the-biscuit-agreement · 8 months

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Nancy Drew crossover where Everett and Celia Hudson actually had two children but they all but disowned their daughter, also called Celia, when she fell in love with Donald Lockwood and moved to England to be with him. Ryan, in his broken and messed up state after Lucy Sable's death, lost touch with his sister and never learnt she had any children.

Until the agents at Mr Claw's Psychical Agency and up working on a case with Lockwood and Co and Ryan and Lockwood realise they are related.

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #save lockwood and co #save lockwood & co #nancy drew #ryan hudson #lockwood prompts

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shioaoi · 2 years

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Nace Appreciation Week - Day 3 - Visual Soundtrack

#procrastinating my day 3 writing prompt by doing the day 3 visual prompt #I did some graphic design yesterday and I wanted to do some more #naceweek #nace #nancy drew

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scarletslippers · 5 months

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Nace Countdown to Christmas - Day 11

(From this post of relationship milestone prompts)

On AO3

first fight

“I got everything I needed, Ace,” Nancy says triumphantly, as she sweeps into the kitchen. She’s practically vibrating with energy, high on her success, but his eyes are tugged from her smile to the livid cut on her cheek.

“What happened to you?”

She waves hand like she can bat his concern away. “I had to escape through a broken window. But I got the evidence I needed—photos and incriminating audio. This is going to help so much.”

“Glass made that? Nancy.” Ace is practically vibrating himself, a surge of anger rising in him. He turns away to start the microwave, heating up the plate he’d made for her. “You were supposed to call.”

“Ace, I’m fine.”

“You said you’d call.”

Nancy plops into a seat at the table and tears off her beanie, her own defenses rising. He sighs and lays the plate before her. This isn’t how he wanted to have this conversation.

“It was time sensitive, and I had eyes on the suspect. I couldn’t take time to step away!”

“Even a text would have worked, Nancy. Instead I’ve been—I want to know you’re safe. I want to trust that when you say you’ll be okay that you actually are!”

“You know how these things go, Ace. Situations evolve quickly. And yes, sometimes they are dangerous, but I’m not going to shy away from that.” She picks up her fork only to put it down again. “This is how I am, Ace. Get used to it.”

As if he hasn’t been getting used to it since the day he met her, a tornado in his life he’s been only too happy to get swept up in. And this situation is no different, it spinning out of control before he could stop it.

“And if you can’t get used to it, then maybe you should go.”

Her voice trembles with the effort of saying that and he can’t bear to look at her, afraid that the tears in her eyes would send his own spilling down his cheeks. Instead he lays the first aid kit on the table, pulling out a few bandages. “Cover your cheek for the night. I’ll look at it in the morning.”

#nace #nace fanfiction #nancy drew cw #cw nancy drew #nace countdown to christmas 2023 #my fic #nancy and ace #oh no they're sad #sorry for the angst but the prompt called for it #tomorrow we'll resolve this #I promise

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