#nelliot

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The only thing worse than Allos that dont know what theyre doing are Allos that Do

@sookayheresthething

[thebrothershardy]

Is there a reason why people ship nancy/nicholas,nancy/elliot and nancy/brady if you don't mind me asking

tbh i’m not sure i even know a lot of people (or anybody in some cases) who ships these things, but i’ll do my best here!

so i actually really like nancy/elliot, but honestly not anything beyond some sexy times in his office. the fact that there isn’t an nc-17 fic written for them where they have sex because elliot doesn’t want to focus on work and maybe he even paints her naked body is a crime. the phrase “nancy, you’re a procrastinator’s dream!” really speaks for itself here. there’s something charged and inexplicably electric between them and so out of the three you listed, this one is my fave and one that i might actually write in the future. play hau again and try and tell me that elliot isn’t flirting his little butt off (probably to divert suspicion off himself but still)!

with nancy/brady, brady clearly has a crush on nancy (”what are you doing talking to that falcone jerk?” jfc reel the jealousy in brady) but i wouldn’t ship this monstrosity in a hundred years because brady is such a sleazeball. if you’re looking for someone to wax poetic about this ship you’ve unfortunately come to the wrong place.

nancy/nicholas is a ship that’s grown on me recently the last few times i’ve played final scene! there’s a definite camaraderie between them, not to mention that nancy and him are basically working together in the name of louisa falcone’s dignity and stopping the demolition of the theater, which is rare for nancy, who is very typically a dance-by-myself type of gal when it comes to solving mysteries. i liked watching them team up in the game and i definitely think there’s some chemistry there, but that being said, they also don’t have nearly as much chemistry as some other characters i see nancy with, so i’m not too surprised that this ship doesn’t have much of a following…

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Thank you @sookayheresthething for putting this idea in my head

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New outfit, new drawing (T4T edition)

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A chance encounter with the beautiful Princess Izonii

[dandelionwrites]

“ do you believe me when i say you’re beautiful ? ” NELLIOT tht i still need 2 reply to tell me 2 stop being trash

“does anyone?” natalie rolled her eyes, though the words were already running through her mind at a million miles a second. he always met her deflective jokes with a earnest stillness that shook her to her core, even if he laughed nervously only a few seconds later. this time, though, the still lasted a moment longer than natalie was comfortable with, and all of a sudden her mouth was motoring without her mind’s permission. this was elliot’s most notable effect on her lately, and she really didn’t fucking like it. 

“i just mean, when people tell other people they’re beautiful, it usually doesn’t mean anything, right? it just, like, it’s a nice sentiment, but you know how you look, and if you don’t feel great that day, you’re just not gonna believe them. so typically, i just say thanks and move on, regardless of whether or not i believe it. because really, it doesn’t matter if i do or not, right? but, i don’t know, i think i’m alright usually, so it’s fine. but when you say it, it sounds so important. so, like...real. and your taste in beautiful things is generally really good, even if i don’t like, understand what some of them mean. sometimes it’s like, i don’t know, you make me feel beautiful even when i know for a fact i’m only having a fairly passable day, looks-wise.”

she took a breath, then finally glanced back in his direction, hating the look on his face and how it made her stomach flip. “do you believe me when i tell you i hate you?”

[dandelionwrites]

things you said at 1 am / things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear / NELLIOT ONCE AGAIN I COULDNT PICK JUST ONE IM TRASH

-------- things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

“Why are you always, like, sitting next to him?”

Because being around him is like drinking too much coffee, but never being more comfortable than in that caffeine buzz. Because every moment is precious and terrifying and addictive, and every brush of skin is like an electric shock and being wrapped in the softest, warmest blanket on a cool night all in one. Because she truly couldn’t get enough of him-- everything about him.

“Because you smell bad,” Natalie answered Carson, not even bothering to actually throw a glance his way. He was too busy shooting zombies to care, and she didn’t do too well with eye contact anyway, especially if her cheeks were as red as they felt.

“We use the same soap! Besides, I think he likes you.”

She thought she liked him, too. Every time she thought about him, the warning sirens that usually went off were silenced by thoughts of his soft smile or his quiet voice, the way he looked at her-- the way he looked at everything. The way that sometimes he seemed sad, but he always looked beautiful. The way that she wanted to make him happy, even though she had absolutely no idea how. The way she was scared shitless of just how much she noticed him, when she usually made a point not to notice anything at all.

The smile that crept onto Natalie’s lips was immediately replaced by a sinking feeling, followed by a panic. If Carson had noticed, so had Elliot. But Carson knowing was far worse than Elliot, especially since there was no way Carson wouldn’t shut everything down the second it was confirmed. She had to throw him off the trail, so she spoke in her best usual Natalie way-- calm, cool, and totally apathetic.

“Well that would be weird. He’s like, a million years old, is back living in his childhood home, and likes poetry. Honestly, Car, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a homo. Sure talks like one.”

Carson’s low laugh should have sent a wave of relief through her, knowing that she’d successfully shut down his suspicion, but as it happened, her eye caught the reflection of distinct poofy curls in the television and her stomach dropped to the center of the earth. She didn’t know how long he’d been there, but there was absolutely no way he hadn’t heard. It took everything she had not to whip around and assure him that she didn’t mean it, but the outline turned and headed back upstairs as quickly as she’d noticed. 

She had never felt worse in her life.

-------- things you said at 1 am

“Can you say it again?” her voice was soft, still entranced by his and the words he spoke. It had been at least thirty seconds since he’d ended his poem, and what felt like hours of sitting comfortably on the swinging bench, Natalie’s head resting on his outstretched arm, staring up at the chain that held it up from the porch ceiling. There was still a few inches separating their bodies in case anyone were to actually come out here and find them, but she’d never felt closer to him.

“Or another one, maybe?” her eyes slid shut, her mind consisting of him and him only. “Poetry has always seemed stupid, ‘til you came along. So have a lot of things, I guess.”

“Like what?” there was the smallest hint of a smile in his voice, and it was the lack of seriousness that didn’t send Natalie’s walls up. It was the comfort of the night that had disintegrated her filter, that let her next words fall from her mouth with ease.

“Books, this town, looking at stars, Ed Sheeran, life, hope, love,” Natalie let out the smallest chuckle. “You could recite a calculus problem and maybe I wouldn’t get it, but I’d love it. I’d see the beauty in it if you did. Everything sounds worth it when it comes from your mouth. Everything makes sense. You...you open my eyes to all the things I didn’t understand before. You’re the key, or something. I didn’t even know I needed one.”

If she had opened her eyes, she would have seen Elliot’s wide ones studying her, utterly floored by her confession. But instead, she sat comfortably until he started the next one,  a soft smile curling on her lips.

[dandelionwrites]

"All I want for Christmas is you." (for ALL of them pls) // "You’re so warm, don’t move." // "I think my teeth have frostbite." // "I think I got some tinsel up my nose." the rest for whoever ur feelin

omg bless you pAL ok

"All I want for Christmas is you" [cracks knuckles]

windie

"We'll both be home, right?" The hope in Will's voice was far too obvious. "You'll get me .You'll also get the presents I bought you, but, uh, well, they're art supplies and I don't know anything about that so it's a good thing you only really want me because who knows if the supplies are actually gonna do anything for you, y'know? I mean, I researched...but it's not really something that research will help much with. Anyway, whatever-- I want you, too."

smiles

"Oh, my God, and all I want for Christmas is for you to stop singing that song! Seriously! Holy shit! Hate to break it to you, but someone's got to tell you-- your name is Marnie, not Mariah. Christ."

nelliot

"Then...take me," Natalie said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "Fuck your brother-- well, no--" she backtracked with a chuckle, realizing how wrong that sounded. "All I'm saying is, if you want me, Elliot...give it a shot. I'm pretty sure you won't be disappointed by the results."

"You're so warm, don't move."

"Glad one of us is enjoying my fever," Will chuckled, obeying Indie's wishes and  even pulling her tighter. "I'm gonna feel so bad if I get you sick, you know. So just...don't kiss me...more than you already have. Unless you really want to, I mean, I'm not stopping you."

"I think my teeth have frostbite."

"Well, c'mere, I'll put my mouth on them," Natalie joked, then cringed at herself. "God, I thought I was being smooth but I just pictured that happening and it's not hot at all," she laughed. "Don't picture it or you'll never want to kiss me again."

"I think I got some tinsel up my nose"

"When snapchats go terribly wrong," Will's voice boomed in a lower tone, trying his best to imitate a television announcer. "More at six, will this poor, beautiful girl ever get the perfect festive snapchat to put on her story, or will she be doomed to a life of having  a strand of tinsel be a part of her for the rest of life?" Will almost collapsed into his laughter at his own joke. "No but, uh, you okay?"