#nancymarjan wip

[nancys-braids]

my other half was you

nancy/marjan, GA, 3.5k, fluff, nancy's pov

Nancy takes the leap past friendship with Marjan, leading to more than she could have ever imagined.

Walking along the riverfront,  Nancy took in the beauty around her. From the gorgeous reflection of the setting sun off of the river to the breathtaking woman on her arm.  Marjan is the first one to break the silence of their walk, “So… Are we telling people? About… us?”  “Well, Carlos already knows, which means TK knows, because that man can’t keep a secret. So I'm sure by tomorrow the entire 126 will know.” 

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written for @captain-gillian part of the @911lonestarevents S5 countdown fic exchange!

thank you to @your-catfish-friend for being the best beta reader and dealing with my brain

jessie i tried so hard to get this up before saturday ends in your part of the world but alas that didn't happen PLUS keeping this a secret from you was one of the hardest things i ever had to do but i hope you enjoy :)

[reyesstrand]

inspiration weekend

thanks for the tags @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @carlos-in-glasses @thisbuildinghasfeelings @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom :-) since it’s the last of the year, here’s a mix of a bunch of wips in one moodboard <3

no pressure tagging for writing/art/whatever you’re working on! @paperstorm @birdclowns @theghostofashton @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @sznofthesticks @freneticfloetry @orchidscript @louis-ii-reyes-strand @never-blooms @carlos-tk @fitzherbertssmolder @whatsintheboxmh @reasonandfaithinharmony @liminalmemories21 @rmd-writes @welcometololaland and leaving an open tag <3

[pelorsdyke]

I haven’t shared any wips in a while, but I think it’s wip wednesday? if it’s not I’m deciding it is. fuck the rules. anyway tagging my buddies @reyesstrand @nancys-braids @captain-gillian @kitkatpancakestack @strawberryblondebutch @bonheur-cafe . here’s some crossover bullshit I’ll never finish because I don’t actually have a plot I just wanted nancymarjan and henren to meet.

The shorter of the two paramedics, a man with dark hair and a permanent mischievous smirk that immediately endears himself to Nancy, turns to his captain with puppy dog eyes, clasping his hands together in mock sincerity. “Oh, can we keep her?”

“They already let us keep one stray,” his partner, a butch with neat, close-cropped hair and adorable glasses who makes Nancy a little weak in the knees, replies. She juts her thumb in the direction of a blue-eyed man even taller than Nancy, whose mouth opens in a little o that reminds Nancy instantly of Mateo. “Unless you wanna tell Eddie we’re trading him.”

[gayeddieagenda]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @iinryer <3

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How many works do you have on ao3?

6!

What’s your total ao3 word count?

108,667

What fandoms do you write for?

published? it and 911

Top five fics by kudos:

if what i want is better than this

get used to the gap

i am breaking open

i wear your socks and slippers

turn out the lights

Do you respond to comments?

no........i would love to and i hope one day i will start!! but i find it very overwhelming, plus i often don't know what to say 😭

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

all my fics end happy or at worst a little unresolved. sorry i'm boring!! by default it's turn out the lights, just by virtue of them not (yet) being together at the end

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i think it's i am breaking open (it fic; sorry to the 911heads in the room), bc i make them go thru about a chapter and a half of Talking Thru Their Feelings after they get together instead of just being together. in 911, i'll say it's i wear your socks and slippers for a similar reason - i like when they get just a little beyond love confession / first kiss / whatever initial get together and actually have to get into the meat of what it means to be together.

Do you get hate on fics?

omg no..... no one cares about my little fics like that

Do you write smut?

shoutouts to the (very mild) sex in i wear your socks and slippers 🫡

Craziest crossover:

i've never written a crossover! they don't generally interest me

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nah!!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have not... i write out of order and skip half the scenes i want to include and am generally really insufferable as a writer so i think i would probably drive a cowriter up a wall

All time favorite ship?

what a fun and impossible question. i think on some level it's kirk/spock, bc they are the blueprint for every ship that's ever happened since, but i don't write them. in 911 it's buddie, in terms of ones i actually write, or nancymarjan (see: nancymarjan is my buddie)

What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i have a lot that i dream of finishing but one that i love but genuinely doubt i will ever get done is my 911 bachelorette au. i love reality tv au's SOOO much and i wish people wrote more of them

What are your writing strengths?

I Don't Know. i think i'm pretty good at dialogue and i really enjoy writing slow-moving scenes

What are your writing weaknesses?

finishing things! writing fics in order! getting bogged down in irrelevant details and losing all momentum! sometimes, especially lately, i sit down to write and i feel miles and miles away from what i'm trying to put into words. i've felt very disconnected from myself as a writer lately, but i've been slowly feeling that less and less. practice helps!!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

a funny question... obviously it rules when it's written by someone with any grasp on the language! word salad use of languages u don't know ends up being odd. i don't have the confidence in any language but english to be writing in it

First fandom you wrote in?

i wrote harry potter fanfiction when i was 9 and did not know what fanfiction was. i thought it was illegal <3

Favorite fic you’ve written?

in 911 it's get used to the gap <3 the first of hopefully many, many entries into my personal Eddie Diaz Theses

[captain-gillian]

seven(ish) sentence sunday (nancymarjan edition)

thank you for the seven sentence sunday tags @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm @sugdenlovesdingle @lemonlyman-dotcom @fifthrideroftheapocalypse

and @nancys-braids for tagging me, you're all in the queue <3 here's more of my nancymarjan 3+1 that i'm finally almost finished

Marjan produces a long, skinny black envelope from the drawer in the nightstand and holds it out toward Nancy, “I have a little something for you.”

Inside are two tickets for a sold-out Fall Out Boy concert in two nights' time in Miami. Nancy couldn’t get tickets for their Austin tour date, nor the time off to go further afield to the Fort Worth date. As she turns the ticket over in her hand, she tears up a little. This was so Marjan, to surprise her with exactly what she wanted, to get the tickets, Marjan would have had to have planned this several months in advance, not knowing if they’d even still be together by then. 

“Dude, these have been sold out forever. How did you get these?? And printed tickets too? Everything is digital only these days!” Nancy makes no attempt to conceal her excitement.

“I have my ways,” Marjan tells her with a smirk. “Besides, I know you keep your tickets from every concert and movie you’ve been to. It felt right that you should have physical tickets for this one, too, so I called my sister Sahar. She has a friend who works for Ticketmaster, and we got it organised.”

Nancy doesn’t display her ticket collection. They’re just piled in a shoebox on her bookshelf; she’s always intended to display them, maybe frame them. But she’s never gotten around to it; she wouldn’t have expected Marjan to have ever noticed. But she shouldn’t be surprised that Marjan noticed, and Marjan remembered; Marjan sees her like nobody else ever has. Sometimes, it feels like Marjan knows her better than she knows herself.

open tag <3 & no pressure tags under the cut

@fallout-mars @literateowl @welcometololaland @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @pelorsdyke

@bonheur-cafe @tailoredshirt @reyesstrand

[captain-gillian]

seven sentence sunday (nancymarjan edition)

Thanks for the tags @paperstorm @welcometololaland @carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo & @lemonlyman-dotcom

Over the last five months of living together, more and more of Marjan’s colourful, coordinated decor has made its way into the apartment, and Nancy is surprised by how much she loves it. There’s been nothing like coming home alone after a shift when their schedules don’t align and seeing a new fond little reminder of Marjan to smile about. Colourful and cutesy may not be her style at all, but it’s so quintessentially Marjan, and that never fails to make her smile. 

She wraps her arms around Marjan from behind, breathing in her comforting signature scent, a fruity floral fragrance with notes of raspberry and roses, before pressing a quick, sleepy kiss to her neck, “Good morning, my love.”

“Happy six-month anniversary, Nance,” Marjan murmurs, turning in Nancy’s embrace and stretching on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around her neck and kiss her. It’s a light, delicate kiss, a stark contrast to the desperate and passionate ones that Marjan had trailed down her torso and thighs mere hours ago.

“Happy Anniversary, Marj,” Nancy replies; they break apart, and Marjan hands her a mug of coffee.

open tag <3 and no pressure tagging:

@nancys-braids @fallout-mars @pelorsdyke @americansrequiems @sugdenlovesdingle

@reyesstrand @tailoredshirt @fifthrideroftheapocalypse @literateowl @bonheur-cafe

sorry if I’ve missed anyone already having done this and tagged you again, and if anyone ever doesn’t wanna be tagged in nancymarjan please let me know I won’t be offended <3

[captain-gillian]

wip wednesday (nancymarjan edition)

thank you @paperstorm @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe @reyesstrand @carlos-in-glasses

@alrightbuckaroo & @emsprovisions for the tags

bringing a christmas in july vibe for wip wednesday this week with this snippet

They’d be invited to an ugly sweater party lunch at TK and Carlos’ loft, but either side of that, that had the whole day to spend together. To Nancy’s surprise, Marjan had gone all out in the lead-up to Christmas, taking them to pick out a real tree for the apartment—Nancy had never bothered with a Christmas tree before; she wasn’t home enough to enjoy it, and she’d always been a little worried about Ladybug climbing the tree and eating all the decorations—and buying them matching festive pyjamas and matching ugly festive sweaters, complete with a working garland of lights across the front, the kind that’s so tacky it’s almost cute. Almost.

“I just want to make this special for you,” She’d said when Nancy asked why she was going to such lengths for a holiday she didn’t even celebrate. That was so Marjan; wanting to make it special for her, she was such a romantic at heart.

When December 25th rolls around, Marjan makes them breakfast in bed of festively shaped pancakes. Their plates piled high with golden pancakes shaped like christmas trees, gingerbread men and snowflakes, dusted generously in powdered sugar and drizzled with maple syrup. They eat together, sharing the occasional piece of pancake with Ladybug the cat and cuddling while they watch Christmas episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and rehash the age-old debate of whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie or just an action movie set at Christmas time. 

open tag because i'm late & a thank you to @nancys-braids for the ladybug the cat headcanon i have stolen in this fic and for letting me ask dumb questions to get my american phrasing more accurate (consider this me annoying you with a tag if you want)

[captain-gillian]

1, 3, 8 for the fic asks!

thanks for the ask, these were fun to think about!

1. Give a 5-word summary of this chapter/fic

sappy nancy and marjan fluff

3. Whose your favorite character for this chapter/fic?

there are basically only two characters, nancy & marjan and i love them both equally so i refuse to pick.

8. What is the last scene you’ve written?

there's a spoiler in this so it's been redacted

“Who’s bag is this?” A gruff-looking TSA agent calls out, holding up a black AFD backpack, and Nancy groans. The only thing worse than being subjected to extra checks at security is being subjected to extra checks at security when you have a [redacted] in your carry-on, and your girlfriend is only a few feet away. 

wip asks

[captain-gillian]

20 for the ask game!

i am in your walls for this fic

20. Share 3 images that would fit to a mood board for this chapter/fic.

here’s a mini mood board for this fic <3

wip asks

[captain-gillian]

sending all the love and solidarity from aus this WIP wednesday <3 here's a little bit of nancymarjan wip, if anyone wants it. tags under the cut

“Let me help?” She asks, holding the brush out with a wide-eyed imploring expression that has Nancy’s stomach swirling with butterflies.

“Okay,” Nancy relents, she hates having to rely on others like this, but how could she say no to a face like that? This is something friends do for each other, they can still take things slow.

The shorter woman kneels behind her on the bed to reach, carefully brushing through Nancy’s hair, detangling it with ease and then methodically parting it down the centre. Soft fingertips brush ever so gently across Nancy’s scalp as Marjan’s deft fingers section her hair before braiding it into two simple French braids. When Marjan secures the second braid with an elastic she moves back in front of Nancy, grabbing a compact mirror from her purse, holding it out to Nancy so she could see herself, curtsying dramatically and exclaiming, in an exaggerated French accent, “Et voila.”

Nancy could cry in relief as she sees herself reflected back in the small mirror; just the simple act of getting her hair out of her face has her feeling more like herself than she’s felt in days, and she’s starting to look like herself again too

thank you for the tags: @carlossreaders @lemonlyman-dotcom @paperstorm @bonheur-cafe @carlos-in-glasses

@nisbanisba @reyesstrand @welcometololaland @emsprovisions

open tag + no pressure tags for:  @nancys-braids @pelorsdyke @carlos-tk @rmd-writes @ironheartwriter

@literateowl @eclectic-sassycoweyes @irispurpurea @fifthrideroftheapocalypse  @sugdenlovesdingle

@tellmegoodbye @heartstringsduet @firstprince-history-huh @sapphic–kiwi @lightningboltreader

sorry if anyone tagged has already done this today and I missed it and also thank you and sorry to everyone who's tagged me in recent weeks that i've not gotten to sharing, life has been a lot but i'm hopefully back now

[nancys-braids]

thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @bonheur-cafe @honeybee-taskforce @strandnreyes @ironheartwriter @nisbanisba @whatsintheboxmh <3 you’ve all been queued

S5 spoiler/speculation warning. this is a spec fic incase anyone is avoiding that, you’ve been warned

Marjan’s smile instantly turned to a frown, setting the mirror on the table and sitting next to her pulling her chair directly to Nancy’s, not leaving any space in between them. “Nance, what’s wrong?” caressing her cheek. 

Tears started to stream down her face, lip quivering, “I feel like I’m failing. Tommy and Owen are never stuck staying three hours after their shift for paperwork. I hate it. I’ve dreamt of being captain for years, and now I resent it. I don’t see our friends anymore. I don’t see you anymore. I don’t see my sister anymore. I can’t do anything right. I’m just failing everyone.” She looked down at her hands, nervously pulling at the skin around her cuticles. 

“Look at me.” Marjan firmly stated, Nancy meeting her gaze. “You have been captain for a total of three weeks. They’ve been doing this for years. It’s something they’ve learned how to do, and how to manage their time. You’re not failing anyone. We understand, I understand. Do I miss you? Of course I do, but a promotion is going to take adjustment. I believe in you.” 

no pressure tags to @captain-gillian @your-catfish-friend @literateowl @pelorsdyke @reyesstrand @carlos-tk @carlos-in-glasses @americansrequiems @sugdenlovesdingle @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @emsprovisions @pimento-playing-hopscotch @paperstorm @sanjuwrites + open tag :)

[captain-gillian]

hope i’m not too late for wip wednesday, here’s a little more from chapter 2 of keep my hand in yours. thanks for the tags @welcometololaland @emsprovisions @carlos-in-glasses @sugdenlovesdingle

“I’ve been better,” Nancy says, she attempts a soft laugh, regretting it as her rib cage comes alive with white hot pain. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I’m glad you’re still here. For a while there yesterday I thought we’d lost you.” Marjan says, then quieter, her voice thick, as if she’s fighting back tears, “I thought I’d lost you.”

“I thought I was dead, for a while there.” Nancy admits. “But then you saved me. I need to tell you something. And I understand if this changes things between us, but I just have to say it.” Nancy pauses for a breath, then spits out the rest of her words so fast they blur together. “Okay. Here goes. I’m kind of like, completely and utterly head over heels in love with you, and when I thought it was the end you were the only thing on my mind. Okay please don’t hate me, I know you don’t feel the same but—”

Marjan’s voice, unusually quiet, cuts off her nervous fast talking ramble, “But I do. I do feel the same, Nancy.”

The weight of the world lifts from Nancy’s shoulders, Marjan’s words are more effective than any pain medication. She’d had always dreamed of hearing Marjan say that, but she never thought it would happen. Maybe she is in heaven after all? Her pain fades to the back of her mind, not gone, or forgotten, but no longer dominating every thought and fighting for her attention after every inhale.

“You don’t have to say that just because I’m in the hospital, it’s okay.” Nancy tries to play it cool, as if she hasn’t been dreaming of this moment for nearly four years.

open tag & sorry if I tag anyone who’s already done it cause i’m so late but tagging:

@ironheartwriter @nancys-braids @pelorsdyke @reyesstrand @carlos-tk

@bonheur-cafe @rmd-writes @literateowl @eclectic-sassycoweyes @irispurpurea

@fifthrideroftheapocalypse @pimento-playing-hopscotch @nisbanisba @lemonlyman-dotcom

@paperstorm @tellmegoodbye @heartstringsduet @firstprince-history-huh @sapphic--kiwi @lightningboltreader

[captain-gillian]

seven several sentence sunday

thank you for tagging me @ironheartwriter here is slightly more than seven sentences from the second chapter of my exchange fic for @nancys-braids

Nancy thinks of all the times she could have spoken up and told her how she felt but instead let fear hold her back. She raises her hand towards her radio, hoping maybe she’ll get a split second to tell Marjan how she feels, but she doesn’t. Before her fingertips make contact with the radio, the truck collides with the side of the ambulance. There’s a brief moment of blinding agony before she loses consciousness.

After initially falling unconscious, Nancy fades in and out of awareness. One minute, she’s upside down, feeling more pain than she previously thought possible, and then suddenly, she feels floaty and warm. Through it all, all she can think about is Marjan. The next moment Nancy is aware of, she’s lying down, and she feels like she’s moving; her mind feels fuzzy, but Marjan is there, sitting beside her and holding her hand, talking softly. Nancy’s never been a believer in heaven, but she thinks this might be it. If this is the end, she’s comforted by the fact that at least her last thoughts will be of Marjan.

open tag & no pressure tagging:

@nancys-braids @pelorsdyke @reyesstrand @carlos-tk @bonheur-cafe

@rmd-writes @welcometololaland @literateowl @sugdenlovesdingle @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@irispurpurea @alrightbuckaroo @fifthrideroftheapocalypse @pimento-playing-hopscotch @nisbanisba 

@lemonlyman-dotcom @emsprovisions @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm @tellmegoodbye

@heartstringsduet @firstprince-history-huh @sapphic--kiwi @lightningboltreader

[captain-gillian]

wip wednesday

thank you for the tags @nisbanisba @lemonlyman-dotcom @emsprovisions @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm i'm a bit late but here's some more nancymarjan wip

“So we aren’t going to talk about it then,” Paul replies, shifting his weight in the chair.

“It?” Marjan enquires, an eyebrow raised and a quizzical tone in her voice.

“The elephant in the hospital room, Marj,” Paul says, sitting up straighter.

“The elephant in the hospital room?” She echoes his words back to him.

“The fact that you’re clearly in love with Nancy,” he says, sitting back and watching his words register, looking incredulous. Marjan's face flushes with a pink glow of blushing beneath the oxygen cannula as she scoffs.

“In love? With Nancy? Do you hear yourself, Paul? I’m not in love with Nancy.” She hears how defensive it is—too defensive—the second the words leave her mouth. Then she adds, softer, barely audible. “Why would you think that?”

open tag & tagging:

@nancys-braids @pelorsdyke @reyesstrand @carlos-tk @bonheur-cafe

@rmd-writes @welcometololaland @sugdenlovesdingle @literateowl @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@irispurpurea @alrightbuckaroo @fifthrideroftheapocalypse @pimento-playing-hopscotch

[captain-gillian]

seven(ish) sentence sunday

thank you for the tag @ironheartwriter here's roughly seven sentences of a wip

“Marjan’s tough, one of the toughest people I know,” Carlos says as they pass through the sliding double doors to the rear exit of the hospital into a lush, green courtyard. 

“Yes, but she died this time, Carlos. I was right there, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.” Nancy’s voice wobbles, “Like actually died, dead, no pulse. You don’t just come back from that totally fine.” 

“TK did,” Carlos responds softly to break up the tension, “He had something—someone—to fight for; maybe what Marjan needs is to know she has someone to fight for, too.”

Nancy shifts her weight from one leg to the other, limping slightly as she walks. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That life is too short to spend the rest of it wondering what might have happened if you’d just told her that you’re in love with her.” Carlos slows his pace, looking directly at Nancy when he talks. “Just tell her, Nancy.” 

“I—” Nancy is lost for words. How did Carlos know? How long had he known? God, was she that obvious?

open tag and zero pressure tagging:

@nancys-braids @pelorsdyke @reyesstrand @carlos-tk @bonheur-cafe

@rmd-writes @welcometololaland @sugdenlovesdingle @literateowl

@lemonlyman-dotcom

@carlos-in-glasses @emsprovisions @eclectic-sassycoweyes @irispurpurea @alrightbuckaroo

@paperstorm @fifthrideroftheapocalypse @pimento-playing-hopscotch

[captain-gillian]

wip wednesday

thank you for the tags @ironheartwriter @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe @carlos-in-glasses to nobody's surprise, today's snippet is once again nancymarjan focused

“I’m not asking you to apologise,” TK says, “But you could have died, Nancy. You get that, right?”

Nancy shrugs, “Marjan could have died.”

“Oh. So you and Marjan are…?” TK trails off with an air of suggestion.

“Friends?” Nancy replies, her tone coming across more like a question than a statement, as if her subconscious is trying to explain what she can’t find the words to say. That they’re friends. Just friends. They’ll only ever be friends because Nancy is too much of a coward to tell Marjan how she really feels, and Marjan wouldn’t feel the same anyway because she’s straight.

“You don’t sound sure about that?” TK offers another open ended question.

“Dude, what kind of question is that even? Marjan is straight,” Nancy tries to modulate her tone, hoping her words come across as neutral.

TK laughs slightly, “Remember when I thought you were straight?”

“That’s different.”

“Why?”

“Because,” she drags the word out slowly and dramatically, “You have a shitty gaydar, and I don’t.”

She’d never attempted to hide the fact she was into women from TK. In fact, she’d said several things that could have clued him in earlier before a comment about a date’s 6 inch heels helped him put that final piece of the puzzle together. It’s not like she holds it against him or anything, but it is fun to tease him about when the opportunity arrises, and teasing him is a good distraction, if only momentary from the reality of the situation.

“Wow, harsh!”

“But true.”

TK rolls his eyes.

open tag as always, and zero pressure tags for, sorry if i've missed anyone or anyone's already been tagged

@nancys-braids @pelorsdyke @reyesstrand @carlos-tk

@rmd-writes @welcometololaland @sugdenlovesdingle @literateowl @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@irispurpurea @alrightbuckaroo @fifthrideroftheapocalypse @pimento-playing-hopscotch