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Nancy/Ned, #44 - two roads

( revolvers asked for this )

"Mail for you, Nan!"

Nancy called a thanks back to Hannah as she checked the small table near the door. The mail had been sorted into neat piles: one for Nancy, one for her father, and one for household expenses. One envelope was large and thick, and Nancy’s eyes widened, her heart racing. She had applied to several colleges, but she hadn’t heard back from her top two choices yet. When she checked the return address, she saw that the large envelope was from Emerson College.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed happily, and Hannah came in from the kitchen, apron tied around her waist and her hands on her hips, a smile on her face.

"Thought you might be happy."

"I can’t believe it…" Nancy worked her thumb under the flap of the envelope and saw the words she had been hoping she would see. Dear Nancy Drew, Emerson College is pleased to accept your undergraduate application for the upcoming fall semester…

As happy as she was to see the thick envelope and all it represented—the opportunity to be near Ned for the rest of his time at Emerson, to spend more time with him—she couldn’t help looking at the rest of the mail, too. Along with a couple of credit card offers, she found another slender envelope. Well, at least this will make my decision easier, she thought, opening that one too, expecting to see a polite rejection inside.

Dear Miss Drew, the Admissions Committee at Wilder University is delighted to offer you a place in this fall’s freshman class. A registration packet will follow in the next few days…

Nancy smiled, but she walked the few steps to the couch and sat down, deep in thought. Wilder was her other top choice. Bess and George had already decided to attend Wilder, although they had applied to some backup schools too. And Bess would probably getting home about now…

Right on cue, Nancy’s cell phone began to ring; when she picked it up, Bess was already breathless with excitement. “Nancy! Nancy! I got in!”

Nancy knew that her relationship with Ned would stay strong, if she wanted it to. But if she went to Wilder with Bess—and George, since George had also received her acceptance letter that day—she and Ned would be hours apart, only able to see each other when their schedules coordinated. They could make it work, but it would be hard. Distance had strained their relationship before, though. As much as she loved him, she didn’t know how much stress it could bear.

That night, Nancy debated for a long time before she called Ned. She knew he was working on some important classwork, and she hated to interrupt, but she needed to talk to him.

This is what it would be like, she thought as she listened to the ringing on the other end of the line. Phone conversations and Skype sessions and emails. Wanting to feel his arms around me so badly that when it finally happened, I’d almost be drunk with happiness. But we can make it work.

"Hey gorgeous," Ned murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "I was just thinking about you."

Nancy closed her eyes. For the next four years. Four years. Is this what you want?

She didn’t know what she was going to say when she opened her mouth. “Ned… I was just thinking about you too. I love you.”

"I love you too, honey."

She took a breath. I’m sorry… Ned, you’ll never believe it…

"So you think maybe you can make some time to show a new freshman around?"

"Depends on the freshman."

Her heart was beating faster, and her lips curled up as she grinned. “If she’s a hot redhead with long legs, sparkling blue eyes, and a thing for handsome dark-haired quarterbacks?”

"Oh, in that case, I could definitely show her around,” Ned replied, laughing. “Seriously? Are you really going to come to Emerson? Please, don’t tease me.”

"I would never." She closed her eyes, smiling. "I’ll be there with you in the fall."

Ned cheered loudly, and Nancy dissolved into happy laughter.

"I never thought I’d say this," he replied, once he was almost back to normal, "but August can’t get here fast enough."

Nancy/Ned, #10: breathe again

( revolvers asked for this one )

"Ned."

He glances up and she’s rushing toward him and he stands, in the pale tense silence of the waiting room, punctuated by people who don’t feel the way he does. In his earshot, people are laughing, exchanging murmured comments, and living. In this room, all around him, it feels like everything holds its breath.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him tight, and his mother stands and rests her hand on Nancy’s back. “I came as fast as I could,” she murmurs into his chest. “Any news?”

"No," Ned’s mother replies, and when Nancy pulls back, her eyes are gleaming and her face is pale. "No more news. Have a seat, Nancy."

Nancy laces her fingers through his and sits beside him. Two of the three people who mean the most to him in this world are here with him, but his mind is on his father. Since his father was wheeled back from the emergency department hours earlier, Ned has felt like he couldn’t pull a full breath, like he can’t relax until he knows his father is all right.

"Ned, I’m so sorry."

Ned looks down, nodding a little. Nancy squeezes his hand, and soon she and his mother are exchanging a few words, catching up with each other, but their tones are strained and he wants to shout at them to just stop it. Nothing else matters right now. Nothing else can.

Then they lapse into silence and Nancy rests her head against his upper arm. “It’s going to be okay,” she tells him. “I know it is. He’s going to pull through.”

It’s another two hours before they hear anything; his mother and Nancy both offer to bring him a snack or something to drink, but he has no appetite. When the doctor comes in, the three of them stand together, Ned’s mother on his left and Nancy on his right, their hands joined.

"He’s out of surgery, and he’s going into post-op right now. He looks stable." The doctor gives them a small, reassuring smile. "If everything goes well tonight, he’s going to be all right."

And his mother buries her face against Ned’s shoulder and Nancy squeezes his hand, and finally, Ned can breathe again.

Nancy/Ned, #99: solitude

( revolvers asked for this one )

Normally Ned doesn’t mind being around his Omega Chi brothers. Normally, though, he isn’t spending three days working on an intense service project. They set it up to coincide with their spring break, because that was the most convenient time for all of them—but that meant turning down Nancy’s offer to accompany her on a case in New Mexico.

The campus is quiet, but not abandoned, and Ned doesn’t really start to decompress until they return from their project, exhausted and sweating and dragging. He has to wait his turn for the shower, but once he’s in there, it’s nice to be alone; it’s nice to know that no one is waiting on him, that he can relax for a while. And when he’s in the shower, his eyes closed as he lathers his hair, his thoughts turn to his girlfriend.

Two days and a weekend left in his spring break. He has projects to work on, essays to plan, but for tonight, he just wants to lounge and relax and maybe call Nancy, see what she’s doing.

He walks back to his room with his hair still damp, a towel slung low on his hips, and he’s so engrossed in his own thoughts that it takes a few seconds for him to register it: the person sitting on the bed in a tank top and a short skirt, displaying miles of shapely tanned leg, tilted back, palms behind her on the bed and propping her up. Her head is tilted, and a lazy smile curls her lips.

"So I know," she begins in a quiet drawl, "that you just finished your service project, but I was wondering if you might be willing to start another one."

"How soon?" he asks, locking the door behind him without taking his gaze off her. His grin is wide.

"Tonight," she replies, peering at him from below her lashes. Then she shifts her weight and stands, as he walks toward her.

"And what exactly do you have in mind?"

"Mmm. Keeping a bored amateur detective’s overactive mind occupied," she says, her gaze locked to his as she slides her arms up over his shoulders. "That trip to Santa Fe was a bust—and half the appeal was knowing a tall, handsome, dark-haired man might be able to go there with me, split a hotel room bed, maybe buy me a couple drinks one night…"

"Well, maybe if he thought you might put out," Ned teases her, then leans down and rests his forehead against hers.

"Did you have some big plans tonight?"

"Mmm. Thought it might be nice to spend a few hours alone." He reaches down and gives the towel a sharp tug, leaving it on the carpet as he begins to walk her toward the bed, their gazes still locked. "Care to keep me company?"

"Always," she murmurs, just before their lips meet.

patrickdowsett asked
63 Nancy and Ned!

Tina has been keeping an eye on the room for three days now. The honeymoon suite often bears a “do not disturb” tag, but the happy couple generally at least asks for fresh towels or more coffee. Not so, in room 803. She wouldn’t even know the couple if she saw them—the clerk says she has sparkling blue eyes and long reddish-gold hair, and he has a chiseled jaw and dark hair, but Tina hasn’t seen anyone who looks like that.

She’s wheeling her cart through the hall, picking up the room-service trays left out for collection, when she hears the chime announcing the elevator car’s arrival.

It has to be them. At five-thirty in the morning, the world is blue and shadowed, and maybe they were caught up at a party, with other partygoers offering them celebratory rounds. But they’re both dressed in dark jeans and long-sleeved gray tops; his jaw is lined in dark stubble and her hair is pulled back into a bun. She tugs out the elastic and it falls in a reddish-gold spill down to her shoulders.

And then he loops his arm around her waist and pulls her in for a long deep kiss, and Tina glances away, hoping her cart hasn’t rattled and alerted them. When she looks back they’ve taken two more steps closer to their room, but the new bride has her fingers in her husband’s hair and her body arched against his and they look fully, happily engrossed in each other.

"All right," he murmurs. "What did we agree?"

"Your turn to pick," the young woman replies. "Blue satin, this time? Black lace?"

He shakes his head, pulling out the keycard. “Nothing,” he growls, and the woman’s lashes flutter down as his lips drift down her neck and he opens the door to their room. Tina sees the shine of satin and the webs of fine lace in tangles on the floor and the bed, but she sees other things, too: a map, a grappling hook, a black duffel bag, what looks like heavy-gage wire cutters. Then the man’s palm slides beneath the hem of the woman’s shirt, revealing a strip of bare skin, and the door drifts shut behind them.

When Tina passes near the door, she hears the murmur of their voices, and she can only make out some of what they say: “the girl’s safe,” “so incredible,” “actual honeymoon now.”

Then the woman’s voice, in a long groan. “Oh God, I love you, Ned.”

He chuckles as he replies. “Love you too, Nan.”

prompt

Nancy becomes really good friends with Callie Shaw, and when Nancy and Ned’s first child is born, she asks Callie to be a godmother.

shelter (nancy/ned, pg-13, 4/?)

Title: shelter (4/?)
Author: ndnickerson
Universe: pre- and during Mystery Stories/Files, alternate canon
Pairing/Characters: Edith Nickerson/James Nickerson; Ned Nickerson/Nancy Drew
Word Count: 4900
Rating: PG-13
Summary/Prompt: Edith and James are heartbroken when told they will never have a child, but fate has other plans.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: General adventure/peril. (This story also contains mild religious elements.)

chapter 4 at my writing journal
story to date at AO3

Tell me about what you’d write for a Scully x Mulder High School AU and Nancy x Ned Apocalypse fic!

Oh man. I’ve seen some great pic sets for a Mulder/Scully high school AU.

So after Samantha’s gone Mulder decides he wants to be an astronaut for a while and he applies to go to a private science and math academy because he’s insanely smart, and he’s a loner there which is hard to do, but he does his homework as fast as he can and spends the rest of his time on the Internet combing through forum postings and databases and trying to make sense of things that never can make sense, because as long as he’s thinking about that he’s not losing his mind thinking about Sam. Scully comes in his second year; she’s there on scholarship and she has a chip on her shoulder and she’s brilliant, on the front row in all her classes, but she couldn’t give less of a fuck when she’s outside class. Mulder kind of falls in love with her like the first time their eyes meet. And then he drops by his bio teacher’s office to ask something and Scully walks out and there are red spots on her knees and fire in her eyes and her mouth is wet and she’s daring him to say something, and he sees something when she looks at him, like she’s a little broken too.

The next night he finds her in the library—Mulder’s roommate put a sock on the door so he’s steering clear—and she’s wearing Chucks and her eyebrows are a solid line of disdain when she looks up at him, but he just shrugs. “You wanna break curfew?” he says, and wiggles his eyebrows, and she just snorts, and he shrugs and walks away. She finds him 45 min later huddled in a carrel with a Greek dictionary, a pile of sunflower hulls beside the book in clear defiance of the glaring librarian trying to shoo them all out.

"Yeah," she says, and twenty minutes later they’re climbing the stone wall in the darkness and she looks so alive, and he’s in love.

Nancy/Ned apocalypse - really hasn’t been overdone, which is neat!

It comes as a plague and there’s no coming back from it, and it’s not a question of whether, but when they’ll be exposed. Her father pulls all the strings he can and gets her a ticket on a plane going to an unpopulated area in the hopes she’ll make it out alive, but Ned’s with her and she screams in despair when she finds out that Ned has no ticket, he can’t come with her; she refuses to leave but Ned swears to her that he’ll follow her as soon as he can, but she can tell by the way he kisses her, the way he looks into her eyes and memorizes her face, that he thinks he’ll never see her again, not on this side.

She’s with a group and they take all the provisions they can, everything they can, knowing that if the mortality rate is too great, everything will be disrupted soon. They watch the news until there is no more news, until there’s only static, until the panic sets in: fifty percent mortality, sixty, sixty-five; people who seemed to recover experiencing another attack that killed them in less than a day. It was during that terrible time that Nancy tried to blame her lack of period on the stress and anxiety, but when the morning sickness came, she knew. And she had no way to tell her father or Ned. She read his last messages to her over and over. I love you forever. You are my only, for always, and I need you to live, I need you to be safe.

Once an older woman in their group sees what Nancy’s condition is, she organizes a trip to a pharmacy and they grab everything they can in the already-looted store they might need, but Nancy’s eight months pregnant when the lights begin to flicker, when the blackouts are longer. She doesn’t know where he is, if he’s alive or dead, if she’ll ever see him again.

The baby is born by candlelight at sunrise one morning, screaming and healthy, after almost a day of labor and terrible pain, but she has a daughter with Ned’s dark hair and her blue eyes on the day they learn that eighty-eight percent of the population is gone, and those who survive, for now anyway, seem to be immune. And Nancy names her daughter Cara, beloved, and cries until she has no more tears left at the thought that Ned might never see her.

Cara is two months old when the man arrives at their camp. He’s bearded and his eyes are haunted; he’s seeking family, a survivor, and Nancy goes to the evening meal with her baby, hoping she can provide any help at all.

And he looks into her eyes and they’re his eyes and he cries out when he sees her, he runs to her and she collapses into his arms, and it feels like her heart has finally started beating again.

"Ned," she whispers. "Oh, Ned… say hello your daughter."

http://nedxnancy.tumblr.com/post/94355322973/polkadottedmars-kokokringlesandsonnyjoon

polkadottedmars:

youcanfindmoreeggsthanthat:

polkadottedmars:

kokokringlesandsonnyjoon:

shadowranchcowgirl:

What if we finally find out what Frank was going to say in LIE in the messages and it turns out to be something gay like “NANCY! I just wanted to tell you that I’ve always….admired your detective work.”

OR WORSE…

STOP NEDCY 2K14

( First I’m going to mention that the previous post did have a tag of ‘jk I love everyone’ because context is everything. So before anyone starts with how I just keep “attacking” I’m only trying to make this issue abundantly clear. )

And here I thought I was doing a good thing by not giving in to my first instinct of having Frank pour his heart out and Nancy laugh hysterically in his face. I didn’t even tag it as anything Frank-related that people would be searching for. I started a new tag: ‘ugh Frank’.

Dear Francy shippers,

Feel free to blacklist ‘ugh Frank’ because I plan on using it a lot. I hate Frank in any context with Nancy. I can pick up a HB book and have no problem with him, but he and Joe both tend to come up short compared to Nancy in canon.

And it’s my right to post hateful things about an IMAGINARY CHARACTER. So I plan to keep on doing that. And no one has a right to call me or anyone else out on it—especially any blogs that make it painstakingly obvious in their title that it’s dedicated to Nedcy. It would be a different story if any of us were to be saying awful things directly to Francy shippers attacking them instead of just their ship. By all means, if that were the case I’d support and join you.

If it’s not enough for you that I’ve created a tag for you to blacklist, I’m sorry but that’s as far as I’m going. I enjoy the little ficlets I write to make up for any Francy content and I’m sure there are some others who appreciate it too.

I think Nedcy shippers should be encouraged to write fics in any way they can. FFN is just about 99% Francy. It’s at the point where I’m probably missing a few good Nedcy fics on there because it seems pointless to check when all there ever seems to be is Francy. 

So please don’t talk about this big injustice you all have because Francy isn’t canon. If you want to tit for tat, let’s see what we have…a frequently unfaithful Nancy, hm- nope, no series literally dedicated to our ship being together SORRY, AROUND EACH OTHER, and a severe deficit when it comes to fanfics & the such.

And so help me God, if ‘Francy shippers would never do this’ is going to become a big thing I will be a dog with a bone and start digging up every example of how wrong that really is. Nedcy posts are hijacked all the time by Francy shippers.

YES. :)

polkadottedmars:

ndnickerson:

to the frank/nancy shipper who posted a positive review of my nancy/ned story:

thank you. i appreciate it. :)

to their suggestion that i write a frank/nancy story:

i am physically, psychologically, and spiritually unable to meet your request, but it’s adorable that you think i could.

hehehe send them a link to Rain on a Tin Roof ( I’m so evil. )

To be fair, I think you could write a Nancy/Frank story it just wouldn’t be positive and would obviously be Nancy/Ned overall.

OHHHHHHHHH that would be mean. ;)

and it’s true. i can’t write a nancy drew story without nancy/ned being endgame. (even if one of them dies, they end up together. BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WITH SOULMATES.)

if i ever do it again, i think it’ll be this:

nancy and frank are together, happy, and she thinks he’s perfect for her, because they think the same way, they love the same things, and when she’s with him she feels like she’s operating at 150%

and then she meets ned—or, even better, frank meets him first and introduces him to nancy as a cool guy—and she denies the immediate attraction she feels for him because she and frank are happy and meant for each other and she likes when things are settled and she doesn’t have to think about them anymore, and frank understands her, and…

and she and frank have never thought about putting a name to what they are, they live together and work together and they have so much history and he’s just safe and familiar and he can almost finish her sentences for her

and then she and frank are on separate cases and she comes back to town before frank does and goes to a party they were both invited to attend

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