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It may be January, but it’s still summer at the Bayside Claw! Join us tonight for face painting and a slice of lobster cake!
here’s my @secretsleuthexchange for @scarletslippers my beloved!!! i adore you with my entire heart and it’s an honor to write for one of the best nace fic writers here!!! i hope you like it, ily, mwah!!!!
touch me gently like a summer evening breeze (take your time, make it slow)
There’s silence for a moment before Ace begins to dance toward her. “But ABBA is a yes?”
Her smile grows at his cheesy moves. The admission leaves her without her realizing. “It was my mom’s favorite band.”
Ace pauses for a moment and studies her. She lets him. “It’s my mom's favorite band, too.” And, for some reason, it feels like he’s admitting something too.
Then he holds out a hand. “May I have this dance?”
She gives him a look. “This isn’t exactly a ballroom.”
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Or, Nancy and Ace grow closer as they listen to ABBA together.
Source: archiveofourown.org
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a gift for @driftingwriter from Cornelia (witchdaughter20)
for ME!!! everyone go watch, it’s perfectly nace aka depressing and perfect! and i love it!!!
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Anonymous asked:
Hi! I know this might be a little late but could you grace your beloved fans with a sneak peak at your Nace say anything fic for your wip game??
First of all, it is never too late to ask about fic!! Very grateful for you and @driftingwriter asking about the Say Anything AU, because I very much wanted to talk about it 😂
Don't know how or why the idea popped in my head but I am so glad it did, because you can't tell me Ace is not Lloyd Dobler - a little offbeat, totally sweet, drives a cool car, all about his girl?? For those of you who haven't seen the 80's classic Say Anything (what are you doing?), imdb says "a notable underachiever and a beautiful valedictorian fall in love the summer before she goes off to college."
So, basically a 'what if' Nancy had thrown herself into school work as a means of coping after Kate's death instead of not caring. I have a lot of the big story beats figured out, and character translations, but not much of it written...here's a sneak peek scene with Celia - a take on the scene where she goes to talk to the IRS agent.
“I need to know why your son says he’s my father.”
“Oh Ryan, he gets these ideas into his head and takes them much too far.” She waves a hand in the air dismissively. “Don’t give it a second thought.”
“I can’t do that Mrs. Hudson. Your husband is threatening my father and I need to know why. Surely he wouldn’t pursue this so heavily if there wasn’t some measure of truth.”
Celia looks startled, like she had believed her own ignorance. Like she had never even considered that it could be true.
Nancy keeps going, rambling, but she can’t seem to stop. “I - I’ve been alone since my mom died. No one knows how to be around the girl with the dead mom. And then I met this boy, but I - I can’t talk to him about it. Especially not if it will put him in danger. I can’t talk to my father about this. Will you please, please, just talk to me.”
Nancy tugs uncomfortably at the blazer and pencil skirt she had put on for today, reaching for a level of professionalism and maturity that she thought might get her somewhere. “If I’m your granddaughter, I need to know. Don’t you?”
Celia leans back in her chair, considering her critically. “If it’s true, then Everett would certainly know. Look for a paper trail, even if it’s seemingly unconnected. Carson would have been paid off handsomely for his part in the charade.”
Nancy’s stomach twists painfully, pushing her breakfast dangerously upward.
“If there’s money you can’t quite trace, I’d say that’s the beginnings of your proof. But here is my advice to you. Don’t go looking. You’re smart, aren’t you? I’ve seen your exploits in the paper. Go to Columbia, leave this tiny town behind, and never look back.”
It was supposed to be a friendly warning. At least that’s how Celia appeared to mean it. But it’s every inch a threat.
