#bess marvin x reader

[hurtcomfortficstilltheend]

When a Counterspell Backfires, Part 1.

Nancy Drew x gn! Reader

Summary: After not taking it seriously for some time, breaking the curse Temperance casted on you and Nancy proves harder than expected.

Warnings: angst, deteriorated health mention, passing out.

Word Count: 1.3k

“Nancy! Guess what I found?” you called, in a singsong manner.

“My car keys?” The redhead turned around to look at you from her place at her desk. 

“Well, of course, but also something else…” You shook the keychain in your right hand, but kept the other behind your back. Nancy raised her eyebrows expectantly and a half smile appeared on her face. “The map of the forbidden catacombs! With the entrance spot and everything.”

“No, you didn’t!” Nancy jumped from her chair and, in mere milliseconds, stood in front of you to engulf you on a rib-breaking hug. She was beaming, just like every time something went well on an investigation.

You wrapped your arms around her as best as you could with the items on your hands, being extra careful to not tear the ancient piece of paper. “Yes I did! Don’t ask me how though, I don’t think you wanna know.”

“Ha, ha, you are soooo funny.” She rolled her eyes. “We both know you wouldn’t dare break middle school rules, nevermind the actual law.”

“What can I say? Maybe being around you so much is starting to rub off on me.” You sported a mischievous grin when she rolled her eyes once again and leaned in for a kiss, which you returned gladly. You gave her a last peck on her cheek and stood beside her, offering your arm to link with hers. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” Sporting huge smiles, the both of you walked to the blue car outside her house and you tossed her the keys. She really was looking bright today, all happy and excited. You love to see her like this.

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That was long ago. The ghost you were looking for ended up being part of a cluster case, something very new to the crew. Still, you managed, as always. After days of research, a messy and exhausting hand-to-ghostly-hand combat, and a bunch of salt bombs, it was all over. You had gotten an awful purplish slash on your back that wouldn’t quite heal, but it was fine, it acted as a normal scar anyway.

Thinking back to it now it felt silly, a fun little supernatural mystery to solve. Now everything is complicated, personal. Since Temperance casted the curse on you and Nancy nothing is the same. You haven’t seen your girlfriend’s smile in a while. 

“The universe will do everything in its power to prevent you from enjoying the time you are in each other’s presence. Accidents, missteps… death? But you will be in love forever, unable to move on, unable to be distant. Until death do you part.” Had been the sentence. 

When Nancy told you this, you didn’t believe it to be such a bad thing (except for the dying part, of course), you thought you could get through it. At that time, all that had happened was you kicking a table leg right on your pinkie toe at The Claw, and your girlfriend spitting coffee from her nose. It surely had been unfortunate, but you had laughed about it. Ace had even jokingly started calling you trouble couple. Also, the being in love part you were already counting on, so what was the issue?

Things had escalated though. First it was breaking glasses, pumping your knees on furniture, burning skin on the stove. “Accidents happen”, you had said. You were actually known for being a little clumsy, no biggie. Then came the misstep on the stairs that had ended in a concussion, the falling into the sea from the docks and almost drowning, the car crash… You had tried taking a break from each other, moving away for some time to see what happened, but it had made you both awfully ill. Nancy had ended up in the hospital.

Being together was dangerous, and so was being apart. So you took the offensive. You were a witch, and so was Bess, you’d figure something out.

It has been months now. Nancy’s health is deteriorating, her face paler each day, dark circles under her eyes, new scars and bruises adorning her body; you are in no better shape anyway. 

“Baby wake up please…” you whispered. Your girlfriend was curled up in your arms, her sleeping face so soft despite everything. “Today we are trying the counter-spell Bess found, remember?”

After a few seconds, she stirs awake. For a moment she looks at you like she used to, shimmering eyes glad to feel you with her. Then the heaviness takes over, she nods in agreement and gets up to use the bathroom. You worry she might cut herself with her shaving machine, or slip on the tiles and hit her head on the toilet. 

That’s all you do lately, worry. Maybe that's what will finally kill you.

She comes out of the bathroom safe and sound, and you feel like crying in relief. “So, are they all coming here?” She asks while looking for a clean shirt to put on. 

You swallow the knot on your throat. “Yeah, Bess said it was better if we didn’t move too much. They are bringing the supplies too.”

“Good.”

-

You hear three firm knocks on the old wooden door. You look at Nancy, place your hand on her knee reassuringly, and stand from the couch to greet your friends. A string of curses can be heard when the door handle gives you an electric shock, but everything is fine. Nick, George, Ace, and Bess have their hands packed with bags and boxes, and they all look ready for war. You are gonna end this, once and for all.

The pitying looks from everyone in the last few months annoyed the fuck out of Nancy, so she shut off almost everyone in her life. You had tried to talk some sense into her, only managing to get her to meet up with friends and family once a week in small gatherings or movie nights you organized. 

“Here goes nothing.” Nancy lets out a heavy sigh, you have a feeling she doesn’t believe this is going to work out. You squeeze her hands and conjure a calming smile on your face, as much to appease her nerves as yours.

Everything is set up, Nancy and you are standing face to face in a salt circle. The studio is flooding with lit candles, the flames waving with each breath you take. Your friends are standing in each of the four cardinals, a few feet away from you, holding a set of obscure antiques you know nothing about. You should get back to researching soon.

Bess starts chanting in latin, the others mimicking the phrase over, and over, and over again. Your body feels heavier, a buzzing sound in your ear. You look up to check on your girlfriend, and she looks weirdly brightened. Her eyes seem more attentive, her expression more alive, her cheeks are flushed as if she just came back from a short run. You are glad she’s already doing better, and would love to stay and enjoy the moment with her, but you feel yourself slipping away. 

She doesn’t notice, her eyes are too focused on the light smoke coming out from your chests, and you don’t blame her, it really is a show to see.

The second Ace, Bess, George, and Nick stop chanting, darkness engulfs the space. The candles release their iconic burnt-wick smell. The only noise is everybody’s quiet breathing. Nobody dares to speak, but the same question plagues their minds: Did it work?

Your body, that long ago stopped feeling yours, collapses. Nancy barely manages to soften your fall by getting a grip of your arm. The moment breaks, your girlfriend is screaming your name, but you can’t hear her. Nick is checking your pulse, George fishes her phone from her bag and is already dialing 911, Bess wonders what went wrong.

You see, from somewhere above your body, how Nancy holds you in her arms, gets a strand of hair out of your face, tells you that everything will be okay. She's crying, screaming to no one in particular to do something to help you. You are unresponsive, every single muscle limp, you wish you could just tell her how much you love her.

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A/N: There is not enough written about this show!! It's my guilty pleasure to be honest, The level of angst the show manages to put out is outstanding.

Tell me what you think! Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[thebisexualdogdad]

Hi can you do one for Bess from Nancy drew when her and the reader is going at it in the back of the claw (forgot the name of the restaurant) but get caught by Nancy or Ace or George

"We only have like fifteen minutes until everyone else gets here," Bess mumbled as you kissed her. 

"That's plenty of time for a little make out before work," you grin, guiding her back against the lockers. 

Nipping down her neck your hands went to her ass, squeezing firmly making Bess gasp. 

"I can never keep my eyes off of you in this uniform," you teased. 

"Well that explains why people keep complaining about burnt food," Bess giggled, bringing your lips back up to hers. 

Your leg found its way in between hers and she moaned grinding down onto it. 

One of her hands combed through your hair at the base of your neck, the other fumbling with the hem of your shirt. 

You groaned when her cold fingers touched your hot skin and you wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there. 

Before it could go any further a familiar voice broke your state of bliss. 

"Really Bess, the new cook," George scolded, "and in the locker room? Come on we all use this space." 

You and Bess quickly broke apart, her smoothing out her skirt and wiping off her smudged lipstick. 

Ace was behind George giving you guys a proud grin, he knew you and Bess had been crushing on each other since you started working at the claw a few weeks back and it was just a matter of time before you got together. 

"Y/N and I are… well we haven't labeled anything yet but we're seeing each other," Bess confessed. 

"We were waiting to tell anyone until we were sure it wouldn't be weird since we work together," you added. 

"Too late you already made it weird," George said. 

"I think it's beautiful you know, young love," Ace smiled. 

"No one asked you Ace," George stated, "now get to work and someone call Nancy, this is the third time she's been late this week."  

When it was just you and Bess again she helped you tie your apron, trying to stop herself from laughing at what just happened. 

"You think George is really mad?" You ask, "I'm still not on her good side." 

"Oh don't worry, she's always like this though if you want to get on her good side maybe you should start paying more attention to the food for the customers than my back side," she joked. 

"That'll be hard but I think I can manage until our shift ends," you grin, "but I think I also need one more kiss to get me by." 

Bess laughs and leans in to kiss you, it's about to get heated again when George interrupts you once more. 

"No making out in the locker room!" 

[derekmorganscrocs]

QUICK UPDATE AND

QUICK BLURBS

(Including Ace, Nick, George, Bess, Nancy, Owen, Ryan. All [individual] x reader)

Heads up I might not watch the new episode of Nancy Drew until tomorrow or Friday, I’m having another bad week (yeah I say this like everyday, what about it) and I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I feel like... nervous? For no reason? And I can’t make it go away? So if anyone knows how to stop that uh let me know! Anyway yeah. I simply ~cannot~ right now and spitballing some fictional daydreams into lil headcannons is relaxing for me so yeah!

Also here’s some fun Nancy Drew things/headcannons:

Ace is adorable and I think he would totally have deep convos with you in the freezer (now that he doesn’t have to worry about it) on his break. Friends to lovers all the way with this guy, and when the tension finally becomes unbearable one of you just goes for it and kisses the other and then you end up together. Bonus points if you make friends with his dad too.

Nick probably starts off as nothing more than the mysterious mechanic, but once you get closer with him you see him for so much more. You’re there to catch him after the fallout with nancy, and he kisses you a lot sooner than he should. You remind him you’re not a rebound and give him a little space. Still having his back of course, you let some time pass. His love confession is emotional and confusing, but perfect. Because he knows you’re not a rebound and he thinks that he doesn’t stand a chance. Of course he does, and you tell him that. Your relationship is like best friends who are in love. He would definitely put his arm around your shoulders or slip his hand in your pocket. Definitely gets super touchy when someone stares too long, throws a glare their way.

George secretly likes when you call her cute nicknames and give her sweet compliments but acts like she doesn’t because she’s the ~tough girl~. Would probably throw hands with anyone who made you uncomfortable or nervous. You know you’re really her person when you meet her siblings and she lets you actually interact with them. And when they tell you how pretty (gender neutral) and cool you are. One of the younger ones probably tells you that even though george doesn’t say much they know she loves you. Happy tears.

Bess totally stole something you wouldn’t miss when you first met and gives it back to you once you’re together. She gets all nervous and sweet, and she apologizes like a trillion times. She also probably holds your hand every time she can.

Nancy was totally wrapped up in a mystery, and you probably save her ass multiple times. She’s smart and sly, and when you catch feels it’s out of nowhere. Probably a heat of the moment argument confession of feels, and a rocky start, but you end up in a stable relationship.

Owen Marvin (because why not) definitely catches sight of you at some rich people party that you’re probably not supposed to be at. In this scenario I imagine you’re the same age/only 1-3 years younger, and you’re some super cool badass detective. You’re in way over your head and Owen bails you out of the rich people frenzy. As you try and take down Everett Hudson, he helps a little. At first he’s kind of an annoying tag along, but he grows on you. Upon warning him that you’re going to be looking at the Marvin’s next (he saw that coming) he says he knew you would. Feelings kind of just creep in and one passionate smooch later you know the feeling is mutual. Couple activities: Friday night break in and investigation, Saturday raid, Sunday trials! Fun!

Ryan Hudson (bear with me, don’t read this if you’re a Ryan hater). Ryan is the douchey rich boy who graduated the year before you. He does whatever he wants however he wants, you work hard and honest. The two of you have a mutual dislike, but Ryan asks for your help to get inside tips on Tiffany’s murder. You help him out, and when he finds out about Lucy’s baby, he goes CRAZY trying to figure it out. You put the pieces together long before him. Before he drags you and nancy to that clinic. And when he finds out it’s nancy, that his daughter has been right in front of him this whole time, you see his softer side come out. Realizing he’s a human and that you don’t dislike him anymore (he actually grew on you quite a bit), you start spending more time with him. He’s known a lot longer than you, and when he takes you for coffee to thank you he accidentally blurts out his feelings.

Yo I kinda got carried away but this actually calmed me down a bit. Anyway, let me know if you want more things like this, send in requests, chat me up in the comments/replies, send me a message, whatever! I’m here and open for discussions about anything!

[animealways]

Agreed

Wanda: Can you imagine not being human and just living out your days as a weeping willow, though? Beautiful, by the water, unburdened... Ideal.

Y/N: I wanna be the one from Harry Potter that beats the shit out of everyone and everything.

Natasha: Agreed.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Milk and cookies

"I've got milk and cookies," you say walking into the room where Bess is sitting in front of the fire. 

"No thanks I'm not hungry," she says watching the flames flicker. 

You set the plate and glass down next to her, sitting by her side, "do you want to talk about it?" 

"I'm sorry I should have told you about Steven sooner," Bess says low. 

"I'm sorry this is how I found out, you should have been able to tell me on your own terms." 

"Why aren't you mad at me?" 

"Bess we've all done things we aren't proud of and I don't care what you did to survive back then because who you are now is incredible," you explain. 

"It's bad enough that Steven tricked me into digging my own grave with Aunt Diana but I could have lost you today and it would have been my fault," Bess said wiping away her tears. 

"In the last six months we have almost died on multiple occasions and this time was the least scary because I knew you guys would save us," you say moving her hair behind her ear. 

"But what am I if I'm not a Marvin?"

"It's not your last name that makes you special okay, it doesn't matter if you're a Marvin or a Turani you're Bess, the best dressed person in all of Horseshoe Bay, the girl who gets maybe a little too excited over exorcisms, the girl who would do anything to help the people she cares about and that's what is important and why I love you," you tell her. 

"How can you love the person that Steven made me," she mumbles. 

"Because you are not that person anymore, Steven manipulated you and wanted you to think you were nothing without him but he's wrong. You are the bravest and strongest person I have ever met and your heart can't contain all that love in there that you have to give," you go on, "plus Odette thinks you smell like lillies which she's not wrong about." 

Bess smiles and puts her hand in your lap, kissing you gently, "I love you too." 

"No matter what happens with Aunt Diana you're always gonna be Bess and nothing can compare to that." 

She kisses you once more and puts her head on your shoulder.

"Can I have a cookie?" She asks you. 

"I knew you would," you chuckle handing her a cookie. 

[derekmorganscrocs]

Her Lipstick: Ace x Reader

Pairing: Ace (Nancy Drew CW) x Reader, Valentine’s Special.

Word Count: 1,725 (short but sweet.)

Summary: With everyone else having their nights planned out with romance and dates, Y/n and Ace get stuck manning the night shift at The Claw.

Notes: Ideally takes place after the aglacea is gone, and we’re finally having a quiet moment. But like SPOILER ALERT!!!! if Owen lived. ALSO A QUESTIONABLE ENDING BUT I LIKED IT NGL.

Ace’s Dad’s name is Tom by the way, this is key info for later.

“No one’s even gonna come in, George. It’s Valentines, and last I checked, crappy fried clams aren’t most people’s version of romance.” You glance her way from the kitchen, pausing with an alarmingly large knife in hand. The parsley in front of you isn’t going to chop itself, but your hands are starting to cramp.

“Yeah, well it’s business hours. Just humour me this once? I’ll owe you one.”

“George, you already owe me like nine.” You roll your eyes and look her way, attitude softening slightly at her expression. Knowing how she felt when the whole crew was a day away from death, about missing out on her and Nick... it puts a little graciousness in your heart. For their first Valentines together, why not just help her out? “I’ll do this one for free. Wait! Not for free! I’m still getting paid right?”

“Yes,” she laughs. “Thank you.” Nodding your way once more, she turns and heads out, closing the door behind her. You sigh, turning back to your cutting-board. Finishing with the stack of parsley and dumping it in a plastic container, you throw the knife in the sink. Surveying the restaurant quickly, as well as the parking lot, you ensure the coast is clear before heading to the freezer.

These days it seems like everyone’s got someone except you. Nancy and Owen, Nick and George, Bess and Lisbeth, hell, even the weirdo chef no one likes who only works fridays has a girlfriend. Not you though. You and Ace got stuck on the Valentine’s shifts no one else wanted because you were the only two available. Admittedly, Valentine’s wasn’t a big deal to you, you just thought the tacky decorations were kind of entertaining to have around. However, it kinda sucks when you’re single. And crushing. Speaking of crushes, you snap yourself out of your thoughts at the idea of a certain floppy haired boy.

“Ace?” You look around for your shift partner and best friend... and yes, crush, who for some reason isn’t in his usual happy place. Or anywhere to be seen. He doesn’t respond, so you look in the pantry, the dark corner by the lockers, and even the supply closet. He’s nowhere to be found. “Ace?”

“You looking for me?” Ace puts a hand on your shoulder, coming from behind you. Not gonna lie, it scares the crap out of you. And you whip around and punch him in the face. Then you realize it’s him and let out a small gasp.

“Ace! Oh my god, I’m so sorry-“ you lean down, taking his hand and helping him up, as he massages his jaw with his other hand. That’s embarrassing. Really embarrassing.

“My fault,” he mumbles. “Forgot you scare...” he pauses for a second, trying to find the word, “...punchily. Good hit though, really starting to get that impact value.”

“Thanks, I think. I’ll go get you some ice, can you just watch the dining room?”

Ace nods and you head to the freezer. Of course there’s no ice. Why would there ever be ice when you need it? You root through the options of ice packs for Ace’s eye, as you think to yourself.

Lately, you’ve been making yourself a fool in front of Ace. See, it wasn’t this bad a few weeks ago, when you liked him but didn’t know you liked him. You throw a box of clams (ew.) to the side. Now that you’ve realized, you’re a hot mess. Next you find a singular frozen fish (also ew.). He’s been acting a little off too, and you’re worried it’s because he knows. Now you’ve found a lobster that you’re pretty sure has been there since the place opened (ew x3). Oh look, some frozen bread (that won’t really work).

What you don’t know is that Ace has also just recently realized his feelings for you, and his dad, Tom, has just tricked him into bringing you over to their place later. You finally find a box of heart shaped popsicles, and take a couple of them back to the kitchen, where Ace stands, leaning against the counter.

“This is all we have. Valentine’s special, have some heart shaped chemicals for your black eye.” You hand him two of the three popsicles you’re holding. “I also brought you one to eat. If you’re crazy enough to.” You hop up on the counter beside him and sit cross legged, tearing open the third wrapper.

“If you are, I am.” He rips open one of the frozen treats and places the other below his eye. Looking down at the wrapper from the one he opened, he makes a face. “I can’t even read half of these things.”

“Hey, I could’ve brought you the lobster.”

He knows exactly what you’re talking about and backtracks his critiques of the popsicle. The two of you sit in silence for a few seconds, disturbed by the bell ringing. A woman walks in, which grabs both your and Ace’s attention, but she just pins a flyer to the bulletin board and leaves. Exciting crowd.

Soon enough, the snack popsicles are gone, and the ice pack popsicle is slush. Ace throws the melted package into the sink, the slush inside making a questionable ‘plop’ sound as it hits the metal. The two of you stand around a little longer, before packing up the perishables and putting them back in the freezer/pantry. Business is slow, and it’s boring. The two of you are back to waiting around, and Ace ends up laying across one side of a booth, you on the other. The two of you pass a rolled up napkin back and forth, tossing it over the table to the other person. It doesn’t keep you entertained for long, though.

“You bored?” You turn your head and look at him under the table.

“Yeah,” he chuckles.

“Same.” You sit up, getting a slight head rush as you do. Ace mirrors your actions, minus the head rush. The two of you stand, but before you can start wandering around aimlessly-

“You, uh, you have something on your face,” he chuckles softly, his goofy grin turning into a smaller smile, a certain softness appearing in his eyes. You reach for your cheek, trying to swipe whatever it is off your face. Seems like you miss, because Ace chuckles, before asking- “Can I?”

You nod, and he wipes your cheekbone with his thumb, his lips parting just a little bit as he lets out a small, nervous, chuckle. Suddenly your heart is beating about a thousand miles a minute, and as Ace’s eyes settle on your lips for a second, you look at his face, taking in every detail that you can.

The bell rings and the door opens, making you and Ace launch away from each other. A strong gust of wind blows in, and no one walks in, making you sigh. The wind literally blew open the door. Horseshoe Bay is dead quiet tonight. No customers. You close the door, and realize it’s nine pm, so you flip the sign to closed and lock the door.

“Hey, Y/n, you wanna come to my place? My dad told me he’s making food for three tonight.” Ace watches as you make your way to where he stands by the kitchen.

“That his way of inviting me over?”

“Guess so,” Ace quips with a smirk, throwing an arm around your shoulders as the two of you walk to the locker room. After double checking that the freezer is sealed, you lock up The Claw and head to Ace’s place, hitching a ride in Florence, of course.

When you get to Ace’s place, the smell of cherry pie wafts straight into your face as soon as you open the door. Ace’s dad stands by the coffee table in the living room, and his face lights up when you walk in. You sign a quick hello, Ace doing the same behind you. Ace also throws in a cautionary ‘don’t embarrass me’ but that goes unnoticed by you, you’re too busy checking out the coffee table. There’s all sorts of food that you love, especially compliments of Chef Tom.

You flop onto the couch, snatching a fresh baked dinner roll off the table. Ace flips on the tv, sitting down beside you, and Tom heads back to the kitchen to clean up. Looking around, you notice some of the sweet little Valentine’s decorations around the house. There’s a few plastic hearts hanging around the rooms, and some red streamer thingys. They bring a smile to your face, despite being a little corny.

“Dad knows you like the tacky decorations. No matter how much you say you hate them.”

“Your dad is so sweet. I always feel like part of the family when I’m here,” you say softly, pure joy radiating off your face.

“Okay, I gotta be honest for a second,” Ace blurts out sharply, seemingly out of nowhere. Your heartbeat speeds up a little as anxiety bubbles in your chest, and you nod quickly. “It’s because he wants you to be part of the family.”

“What?” Your eyes widen as you look at Ace. “Sorry, that makes no sense.”

“You really are blind. Nancy told me you couldn’t take hints but I didn’t think she-“

“Ace!” You put a hand on his thigh, cutting him off. He pauses, getting back on topic.

“Well... you see. You’ve always gotten along great with everyone. Especially Dad, sometimes I’m convinced he’s your best friend. And I made the mistake of telling him that I have feelings for you, so now he’s like extra nice. Because he wants me to be happy.”

“Oh wow,” you laugh, suddenly a lot more relaxed.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid, and-“

You cut him off by grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards you. You kiss him, and he obviously kisses back, his hands settling against your face as he pushes himself closer to you.

“I like you too. Thought it was obvious,” you breathe against his lips. He lets out small chuckle.

“Not really,” he whispers, and then kisses you again.

Now your arms are over his shoulders, and you’re basically on his lap as the kiss heats up a little. Tom is forgotten until the sound of footsteps behind you causes the two of you break away again. You turn to see Ace’s dad come over and put a plate on the table.

You sign a ‘thank you, Tom.’ his way, and he smiles widely back at you. He glances over at his son beside you, and his eyes widen slightly. Glancing back and forth a few times, he lets out a delighted chuckle when he makes the connection.

“You two? Finally,” He signs quickly.

“What?” Ace tries to play it off, but fails miserably. He’s not the best actor. About thirty seconds of your and Tom’s laughter and Ace’s denial go by before Ace folds. “What gave it away?”

“You’re wearing her lipstick.”

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[animealways]

I love the idea of nat being a good mom while kicking someone ass

A bedtime story

Summary : Nat is on a mission but her babygirl wants a bedtime story.

Word count : 3k

Warnings : mdlg/ddlg themes (SFW), fighting, typical violence 

Steve was going to lose his mind. You were supposed to be in bed asleep 26 minutes ago, Nat was going to kill him. You were sat on the floor playing with your dolls, refusing to go to bed unless your Mommy read you a story.

Lees verder

[derekmorganscrocs]

Also while I’m posting about Nancy Drew, it’s season two now and there’s ZERO Ace fics??? I’m being robbed here, yes ma’am, I’ve been ROBBED. Y’all, let’s hop on that

Anyways, I just wrote a whole Ace oneshot in like an hour without moving, might post that later (like tmrw maybe) idk yet. Lmk if you’d read it ✌️

[derekmorganscrocs]

Heyyyy I need some feedback!

Let’s say, hypothetically, I decided that since we’re never going to get a Nancy Drew x Supernatural crossover, I decided to write one. Probably like a 10-15 part series? Might take a little while, and I’ll keep throwing any oneshots I come up with out there as soon as I’m done with them. (I currently have a Bess Marvin one in the works, so keep an eye out!) Okay, back to nd x spn.

Would we like to see earlier seasons Sam and Dean (like, before dean goes to hell and they still have hope), or would we want like mid-showrunning Sam and Dean? Plus Cas for the latter, of course. And would we like Destiel??

Im currently only on season 9 so I can’t do more toward the end, but I’m open to advice. AND do we want Harvelle Y/n? Or maybe (secret) Singer Y/n?? And I’m thinking I go with an Ace romance subplot, but I’m open to feedback.

Anyways, please let me know if you’d read it/what we wanna see!

[derekmorganscrocs]

AHHHH (Thank You/Update/Mini Rant)

That’s me screaming. For a few reasons.

Good reason! I’ve gotten so much love the past few days on all my posts, and as someone who’s felt super unappreciated and invisible, it means the absolute world to me. And since I struggle with confidence, the commments and asks I’m getting telling me that what I posted is good means everything to me. Like you don’t even know how much it means. Literally I love all of you sm, thank you, thank you, thank you!

The not so good reasons/updates on fic progress.

I HAVE SUCH BAD WRITERS BLOCK RN. And several overdue assignments, and I just went on a cleaning binge, reorganized my desk and sorted all my notebooks, plus cleaned my whole room. AND I ONLY HAVE THREE DAYS LEFT FOR COLLEGE APPS AND I ONLY GET FIVE PROGRAMS BUT I LIKE SIX AGH!!!

Anyways, I’m both creatively and mentally struggling, more so creatively than mentally, but I am trying really hard to put out more fics and stuff! The Bess Marvin one I wrote turned out to be a flaming dumpster fire (at least in my opinion), but I’ll post it if a couple people say they want me to. It’s not quite done, and I’m not comfy sharing with ppl I know.

Anyway! I have quite a few other things started that I’m hoping to finish, and I’ll try my best to have something posted by the end of the week.

I have so many Criminal Minds oneshot drafts, same with Bones, and I have a few other Nancy Drew and some Outerbanks. I also have a lot of Riverdale (don’t judge me lmao) from like March when I first watched it, but only a few of any are finished.

If you wanna reply with your fave characters, I’ll post whatever I have for whichever names pop up the most. You don’t have to! I’ll figure something out if not haha, but it would definitely help me out.

Y’all wanna see a dating Finn Abernathy head cannon?? Or a Wendell Bray?? I threw together one of those last night at like 1 am (for my preferences book I’m working on) in what I thought was a fever dream, but it was still on my phone when I woke up, so I guess it actually happened.

Anyway, I love it here and I feel so appreciated and loved despite the major burnout moment I’m having. Just thought I’d dump this here so I could maybe get pointed in a specific direction, but if not y’all can see my dumpster fire of a fic! That applies to so many things I’ve written, it’s kinda sad.

Anyway! Happy Wednesday y’all! Just realized it’s Wednesday which means you know what tonight is. NANCY DREW NIGHT!

Lol it’s Wednesday my dudes. Sorry I feel chaotic rn and can’t focus on anything haha. Anyway have a good rest of your day and an even better tomorrow!

[derekmorganscrocs]

So I lied again, I’m still not finished the Nick fic lol, but I’m well on my way. I got a little carried away... I have 2k words, and I’m not even halfway done, so it may be longer than a oneshot, I’m not sure yet.

However I did come up with a few more concepts for ace fics, so those should be out soon.