Is there a reason why people ship nancy/nicholas,nancy/elliot and nancy/brady if you don't mind me asking
tbh iām not sure i even know a lot of people (or anybody in some cases) who ships these things, but iāll do my best here!
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Is there a reason why people ship nancy/nicholas,nancy/elliot and nancy/brady if you don't mind me asking
tbh iām not sure i even know a lot of people (or anybody in some cases) who ships these things, but iāll do my best here!

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ā do you believe me when i say youāre beautiful ? ā NELLIOT tht i still need 2 reply to tell me 2 stop being trash
ādoes anyone?ā 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 mindās permission. this was elliotās most notable effect on her lately, and she really didnāt fucking like it.Ā
āi just mean, when people tell other people theyāre beautiful, it usually doesnāt mean anything, right? it just, like, itās a nice sentiment, but you know how you look, and if you donāt feel great that day, youāre 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 doesnāt matter if i do or not, right? but, i donāt know, i think iām alright usually, so itās 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 donāt like, understand what some of them mean. sometimes itās like, i donāt know, you make me feel beautiful even when i know for a fact iām only having a fairly passable day, looks-wise.ā
she took a breath, then finally glanced back in his direction, hating the look on his face and how it made her stomach flip.Ā ādo you believe me when i tell you i hate you?ā
things you said at 1 am / things you said that i wasnāt meant to hear / NELLIOT ONCE AGAIN I COULDNT PICK JUST ONE IM TRASH
-------- things you said that i wasnāt meant to hear
āWhy are you always, like, sitting next to him?ā
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 couldnāt get enough of him-- everything about him.
āBecause you smell bad,ā Natalie answered Carson, not even bothering to actually throw a glance his way. He was too busy shooting zombies to care, and she didnāt do too well with eye contact anyway, especially if her cheeks were as red as they felt.
āWe use the same soap! Besides, I think he likes you.ā
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 Natalieās 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 wouldnāt 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.
āWell that would be weird. Heās like, a million years old, is back living in his childhood home, and likes poetry. Honestly, Car, I wouldnāt be surprised if he was a homo. Sure talks like one.ā
Carsonās low laugh should have sent a wave of relief through her, knowing that sheād 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 didnāt know how long heād been there, but there was absolutely no way he hadnāt heard. It took everything she had not to whip around and assure him that she didnāt mean it, but the outline turned and headed back upstairs as quickly as sheād noticed.Ā
She had never felt worse in her life.
-------- things you said at 1 am
āCan you say it again?ā her voice was soft, still entranced by his and the words he spoke. It had been at least thirty seconds since heād ended his poem, and what felt like hours of sitting comfortably on the swinging bench, Natalieās 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 sheād never felt closer to him.
āOr another one, maybe?ā her eyes slid shut, her mind consisting of him and him only. āPoetry has always seemed stupid,Ā ātil you came along. So have a lot of things, I guess.ā
āLike what?ā there was the smallest hint of a smile in his voice, and it was the lack of seriousness that didnāt send Natalieās 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.
āBooks, this town, looking at stars, Ed Sheeran, life, hope, love,ā Natalie let out the smallest chuckle.Ā āYou could recite a calculus problem and maybe I wouldnāt get it, but Iād love it. Iād 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 didnāt understand before. Youāre the key, or something. I didnāt even know I needed one.ā
If she had opened her eyes, she would have seen Elliotās wide ones studying her, utterly floored by her confession. But instead, she sat comfortably until he started the next one, Ā a soft smile curling on her lips.
"All I want for Christmas is you." (for ALL of them pls) // "Youāre so warm, donāt 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
⣠FOR EVERYONE U WANT PLS
nelliot
"I don't come here for him anymore," Natalie said out loud, meant more for herself as a realization. It was true, she'd stopped coming to the Cole residence looking for Carson, and started looking for Elliot. In fact, Elliot drove a lot of her motivation these days. "I mean, I stopped a while ago, I guess. I don't know when, exactly, but..." she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't think I've ever wanted to hang out with anyone as much or as long as I want to hang out with you." Natalie's blue eyes followed a bird flying across the sky, forgetting for a moment that she was on the deck with Elliot, and that he could hear every word. When she spoke again, her voice went back to it's usual regular tone, instead of the dreamy, distracted one of earlier. "Whenever Carson gets his head out of his ass and figures this out, I think we might have a problem on our hands."

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"Elliot?" Natalieās brows furrowed, realizing that Elliotās eyes were no longer open, and his breathing had gotten slow and steady. His head had been resting on her thigh while she went on and on about things he probably didnāt actually care about, but he did a good job of pretending he did (until he fell asleep, that is). That, or he actually did care, which was something beyond Natalieās comprehension. Either way, she glanced down with her bottom lip between her teeth, torn on what to do.
On one hand, their position wasnāt the most innocentā although it could be much, much worse. Elliot had assured her that the moment he heard footsteps down the stairs, heād bolt up and sit upright, a good and friendly few inches from Natalie. It was a mutual understanding that they couldnāt risk anyone finding them in such a position, especially not Carson. But now that he was decidedly not quite aware of any noise anymore, it would be up to Natalie to either push him off or come up with an explanation, neither of which she felt like doing.
"Hey," she hissed, glancing nervously to the entrance of the living room, though she hadnāt heard anyone. He didnāt so much as twitch an eyebrow, and she let out a sigh.Ā
On the other handā¦it was pretty late. Natalie was pretty sure everyone in the Cole household was fast asleep, or getting there. Natalie herself probably should have started heading home an hour ago, but they had gotten lost in conversation and neither of them made even the slightest effort to stop for the evening. Sheād never quite understood the appeal of justā¦talking to someone you were attracted to for a long period of time. Wouldnāt you run out of things to say? Not with Elliot. He listened until she had nothing else to say, and then had the perfect response that sent her on a another tangent. It was effortless; perfect, even.Ā
He was kind of perfect.
And then, there he was. Natalie took the opportunity to look at him like she never let herself before, for fear sheād look like a freak for staring at him. She watched as the air from his nose rustled the neck of his shirt ever so slightly, then studied the curve of his lips, his nose, his long, light eyelashes, and finally the soft wave through his hair. Before she could stop herself, she ran her hand through it, something sheād pondered several times since sheād first noticed it, the second or third time sheād spoken to him. It was soft, and a small smile formed on Natalieās lips, but all too soon Elliotās eyes fluttered open and she pulled her hand away.
"Sorryā¦" he mumbled sleepily, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes before looking up at her with an expression that was a mix of fondness, shyness, and confusion. "What were you doing?"
"Nothing," Natalie said immediately, ignoring the warmth she felt on her cheeks. No way would she ever admit to doing something soā¦lame. Even if it was all sheād think about for the next few daysā¦