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skyward-floored · 2 years

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Four Swords Adventures - oneshot

Crossposted from ao3 :) This one has mostly influence from the manga, but it’s supposed to be able to fit into the game too. Anyways poor Link is not dealing well with aftereffects of using a magic sword for several months.

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Zelda poked her head into the library, sighing as she finally found the object of her morning-long search.

Link sat at one of the smaller tables by a window, an open book in front of him he wasn’t paying attention to. His gaze was on the drizzly clouds outside, and there was a weird look on his face. When Zelda came up to his side he didn’t even seem to notice her, merely continued to stare almost blankly at the rain.

“Link?”

He startled and whipped around towards her, eyes wobbling with color.

Ever since Link had returned the Four Sword to its resting place, his irises had no longer been solid blue like they’d been before he pulled the blade. The left one was half blue still, but had red painting the other side, and his right eye was half-green half-violet. The colors never mixed, but moved around a lot, swirling and rippling like the water in the castle moat.

Zelda thought they were beautiful, even if they were a physical reminder of the trouble Link had had ever since returning the sword.

Trouble he’d been exhibiting more and more as of late.

Which is why Zelda had been looking for him, and why she was pleased to have finally located her missing hero after searching for him all morning.

They needed to talk.

“Oh. Hi Zelda,” Link said, closing the book in front of him. Something about shadows and light. “Did you need me?”

Zelda hesitated. “Sort of. I was surprised to find you here, I thought your father had you helping with that training exercise thing today?”

The blue in Link’s eye increased a bit.

“I was. Father gave me the day off.”

He looked back out the window, and Zelda sat down across from him, wincing as her chair squeaked when she scooted it in.

“Your father doesn’t usually give you days off without reason,” she commented gently, “are you feeling okay?”

Link nodded his head. “Yes. I mean, I was...”

He cleared his throat, and the violet increased. “...I wasn’t able to perform my duties to the length I needed to and he thought it best for me to rest instead of impede progress.”

Zelda frowned again. “Did he really say that?”

The blue came back.

“No but he meant it. I could see it in his eyes, he just wants me out of the way so I won’t mess anything up,” Link muttered, and Zelda eyed him, watching as the blue was pushed back as the red opposite it tried to make headway.

He sighed.

“But I don’t know for sure,” Link continued, slumping a little, “it sounded like he meant it that way though, but Father wouldn’t do that, would he?“

Zelda dredged up a smile for him, trying not to act too concerned. Link seemed particularly... unsteady today.

“No, he wouldn’t. I think he’s just worried about you Link,” she said gently. “We all are.”

Link shrugged, the violet coming back, and looked down at the floor.

It had been barely a month since everything with Vaati and Shadow and Ganon. Zelda didn’t usually wake up in the middle of the night too much anymore, (even if she still kept a light on as she slept) but Link had been affected much more differently than she had.

He may have been one person again, but his emotions were still a bit... split, swinging one way and then the other, his eyes sloshing with color. They’d been gradually getting worse as time went on, an extra stern voice here, a snarky comment when it was inappropriate there. Just a few days ago he’d gone from openly sobbing to blank indifference within the space of a few seconds when he’d stubbed his toe.

And Zelda knew it was troubling him more then he let on.

“Link?” she asked gently.

Her hero kept staring at the ground, his eyes flickering a bit.

“Link.”

He continued to stare at the floor.

“Link!”

The hero seated across from her startled, pulling his gaze from the ground up to her face.

“Are you all right? You’re not... did you even hear me?” she asked, concern welling back up in her when Link didn’t immediately reply. He blinked once, then after a minute nodded, sitting up straighter in his seat.

“Yes Zelda, I’m fine. My apologies,” he said, the purple in his one eye wavering over the green.

Zelda gave him a look. Enough was enough.

“I called you three times before you answered Link,” she accused, leaning over the table at him. “And you’ve been avoiding me, and all the knights of Hyrule, and barely been eating too. I’ve seen you at dinner, you’re not okay. That’s why your father keeps giving you days off and why I was looking for you and why we’ve both been keeping an extra eye on you, everyone has. You’re not okay.”

She squinted at him, arms crossed. “And you haven’t been for a while.”

Link stared at her, looking like he was about to protest.

Then he obviously reconsidered, drooping in his seat. The purple in his eye wavered, and Zelda watched in interest as the green won out again, almost completely obscuring the violet.

He suddenly groaned, burying his head in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” Link murmured.

Zelda patted his wrist, a worried look on her face. “Link you don’t need to apologize, I know it’s not—“

“It’s just so frustrating!” Link suddenly yelled, making her jump as he lifted his head up. “I never know what to feel anymore! My emotions are all over the place my memories are in four, I can’t pick what color clothes to wear and it’s like I have to shuffle through twenty different emotions before I can do anything, it’s so stupid and I hate it!”

Zelda kept her hand on his arm and met his eyes, still sloshing with color.

Link glared at her, then his eyes suddenly filled with tears and he let his head fall to the table again, sniffling as he dropped his gaze.

“I’m sorry Zelda,” he said thickly. “I know you’re busy, and I’m sorry you had to come find me. And that you have to deal with me when I’m such a wreck because I know you have your own stuff you’re dealing with and you’re busy and now I’m yelling at you and—“

He cut off into a hiccup, and Zelda marched herself around the table and pulled him into a hug.

“It’s okay Link,” she repeated, and he looked up at her in surprise, cheeks damp. “You’ve yelled at me plenty of times before, this is nothing new. Leftover magic like this is tricky, you’ll get better at managing it.”

“B-but what if I don’t?” he sobbed, the red in his one eye almost completely obscuring the blue. “There’s already rumors going around about how my quest m-made me crazy, what if they— they’re right? I can barely do anything anymore without o-offending someone! I can’t even just hang out w-with you without yelling! It’d just be easier for everyone to stop trying to deal with me!” he wailed, and Zelda squeezed him tighter.

“Stop talking like that Link, like it or not we’re not leaving you, I’m not leaving you. Some mood swings are hardly enough to make me leave my best friend, no less ridiculous rumors,” she said matter-of-factly. “I’d never leave you to deal with something like that alone, nobody decent would.”

She smiled at him, pulling back just a bit so she could see his face, red still the brightest color in his eye.

“We can get through this okay? And even if it doesn’t ever get better, even if it gets worse, I’m not just going to leave you. And neither is your father. We love you Link, and emotional problems don’t change that.”

Link’s tears didn’t slow, but the red in his eye receded a bit, the other colors slowly flowing back into less frantic swirls.

“But what if it does get worse?” he whispered, sounding afraid of the answer.

Zelda clasped his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Then we’ll make it work. I already told you I’m your best friend and I’m not going to leave you over this. And I will say it as many times as it takes to get it through your thick skull.”

Link sniffled and nodded, his tears finally beginning to slow.

“Okay,” he said after a minute, voice thick. “Thank you Zelda.”

She hugged him again before pulling back, seeing how the colors in his eyes seemed to have evened out and were no longer wobbling around uncertainly.

They were calm, like the surface of a still lake.

Zelda smiled to herself, giving Link’s hand that was still in her own a happy squeeze. They sat there in silence for a bit as Link’s tears gradually dried, ignoring the looks the librarian at the desk kept sending them from across the room.

“Soooo,” Zelda asked, breaking the silence. “That big oak in front of the castle hasn’t been climbed in a while. Since you’ve got the day off, would you like to go for a climb?”

“You know it’s raining, right?” Link replied, voice still a little stuffy sounding. “We’ll get all wet.”

Zelda grinned at him.

“Since when did that stop us?”

Link returned her smile and wiped the last of the tears from his eyes as he stood up. “That’s true. Damp tree climbing it is.”

Zelda let out a laugh, and they left the library together, hands still clasped.

#legend of zelda #four swords #four swords manga #four swords adventures #loz fsa #loz fic #legend of zelda fanfiction #courage of ages #coa Light #zelink #but can be read as platonic #writing from the floor #I like playing around with mental effects of the four sword in different ways than are usually done

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creationofacentury · 2 years

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Falling, p1.

Summary: Grian has had the same recurring dream for two weeks now.

Relationship: Mumbo & Grian, platonic? (This part is, but I can’t guarantee the next part would be.)

Character: Mumbo Jumbo, Grian (Also mentioned the Boatem Crew.)

Note: This is strictly about their MC personas, DO NOT take this seriously!

The wind whizzes past his face. He is plummeting down into an obscure fog, his consciousness getting more and more distant. There are screams, far from where he is and- and it's getting closer.

He tries to open his eyes.

Nothing.

Blackness.

The screams are louder and clearer now. They sounds like...

He can't recognize the voices, but they are very very familiar.

A sly and crooked smile, a broad shoulder, a pair of blue eyes. Suit. A tie. A pair of leather shoes. They are screaming, so loud, so loud so loud he feels like he’s losing his hearing. He screams, too, but no sound comes out. Why is there no- why can’t he- what is going on?

Now the people in front of him are in a space suit.

He watches his own visor cracks open and suddenly he couldn’t breath. The wind is still wizzing past him.

He is in tears, he can’t see them now- they are blobs in his vision. He raises his hand to wipe the tear, and realize he couldn’t move.

“Guys-” He wheezes out. “Guys! I am here! I am-”

He loses his voice again. Don’t go! Please, guys, someone, grab me, I-

The person with the broad shoulder visors cracks, and he suddenly plummet into the void underneath them, then the sly smile, and the blue eyes- he feels like his heart gets ripped out from his chest, torn apart and pieced back then ripped out and torn apart again. He wants to shout and wail, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t shout, couldn’t do anything-

The one in the suit is staring at him- where’s is his helmet? He looks at the man desperately and the man smile. An apologetic smile. He has a bad feeling.

“Sorry.”

The man also falls into the void.

“-Mumbo!”

Giran sits up, gasping for air. He stares at the chest he placed around the bed last night, and he sigh.

Well. Surrounds himself with things doesn’t seem to work. He checked the clock. It’s only 4 in the morning. He doesn’t feel like going back to sleep (it’s the same anyway), so he get out of the bed, gets his gear on and starts the day.

Four in the morning. It’s not getting better.

It’s not getting better.

Clank!

Mumbo’s hands stop at the buttons of his shirt. There’s someone in his base. “Is anyone there?”

The sound of closing chest can be heard. Not long after that, sound of more things that get dropped on the floor can also be heard.

Mumbo sigh. He gets around the corner that he hides, “Grian-”

And he stops. For a second, he thought Grian was a ghost. The pale face in front of him looks too lifeless to be Grian’s.

“Mum-Mumbo! What a coincidence! I didn’t expect to see you here wow! Weird isn’t it!” Grian blurts out. He tries to hide the things behind his back and fails miserably.

“Dude, you looks awful! It’s- it's six-thirty in the morning, why are you stealing my things at six-thirty in the morning?!”

“What? Pffffft noooo- I am just here to admire your vault, you know, what a beautiful, beautiful vault-”

“I can see you holding my iron!”

“These can be my iron, you never know.”

“Gosh, it’s too early for this.”Mumbo drags a hand over his face but he is chuckling, “Grian, it's so early, did you stay up all night doing project again?”

Grian not-so-subtly puts the items into his inventory and mutters, “Yeah, that would have bean the wise thing to do.” He picks up the gold on the ground, stares at it for a second before opening the chest to put it back.

Mumbo opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn’t know what to say. Grian is strangely quiet today, something doesn’t feel right.

“I think you should go back to sleep, Grian, you looks like you might collapse.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.”

“ Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

“...Okay. If you say so. Just, don’t overwork yourself.”

“Will do, thanks Mom.”

“GRIAN!”

Grian smiles then takes off. Mumbo huffs, a little bit too fondly, though he notices he has yet to button up his shirt. Well that’s embarrassing. He quickly does the buttons.

The next day, Mumbo is working on his new slime farm when his communicator goes off.

<Grian: mumbo can you come to xb’s dropper thing now>

<Grian: ?>

<Mumbo: okay>

He flies there and lands on the top of XB’s Octodrop. Grian is nowhere to be seen. “Grian?”

“I am here, in the middle!”

Grian’s voice comes from somewhere below. Mumbo see his name tag showing in the middle of the dropper, so he glides down to the bottom and gets in the bubble-vator.

“Hi, Mumbo. I didn’t interrupt something, did I?”

“I was just building a new slime farm, it’s fine.”

“You haven’t had one?”

“I have. It’s not as efficient as I would like, so I am building a new one.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Mumbo waits for Grian to talk. Grian doesn’t.

“Grian? Why do you call me here?”

“Oh, I just...I can’t get out.”

“Do you not have your elytra?”

“I have.” Grian looks uncomfortable.

“I can give you some rockets,”

“It’s not that. I just. I can’t. It’s too high.” Grian says, almost troubled, “There’s no other way to get out either.”

“...You are afraid of height? Since when?”

“I don’t know! I am not- I am not scared, of height, I just-! It’s- I fell. You saw it in the chat, right?”

“You fell from the dropper? But what about the feather-falling potion?”

“I- forgot about the potion and jumped.”

Mumbo laughs. Grian is so reckless sometimes, and Mumbo is loving this. After a second or two, he notices Grian’s silence, and he stops laughing immediately. Is Grian mad?

“Are you...” He watches Grian shifting on his feet, and he decides to ask another question. “...Grian, are you okay?”

“I am fine.”

That’s- that didn’t sound like Grian at all. Grian brushing off concerns is a normal thing, sure, everybody does that. Grian being visibly dejected is a whole different thing, still, everyone has bad days. This time though, Grian sounded strangely defensive and at the same time, very tired and restless.

Mumbo knows Grian. Maybe not very well, or he does know Grian very well...? Those don’t matter, because sometimes Grian is just hard to communicate with words, like how Grian uses pranks as a way of showing he cares- that’s Grian, somehow both affectionate and shy, also complicated and simple all at the same time. He stands next to Grian and gives him a side hug, hoping that it would help.

Grian doesn’t protest or back away. They just stand there. After a little while, Grian’s shoulder starts shaking slightly, so Mumbo looks away. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks quietly.

Grian buries his head in Mumbo’s shoulder. Mumbo is a little bit surprised; he was about to back away but caught himself at the last second. Grian needs this, and he can give him that.

After a moment of silence, “Is this a bird thing?”

Grian snorts. “I dunno know what you’re talking about.”

Mumbo is feeling rebellious today, so he ventures, “The burying.”

Grian was silent for a while before he speaks. “That’s ostrich. I am not an ostrich-hybrid, Mumbo. Is all the Redstone circuits finally drive you crazy? ”

Mumbo pretends to be offended and huff angrily, but he is relief. Grian can crack jokes- that’s a good sign. “I mean ostriches are big birds, and you are also a big bird, Grian. Ostrich Grian?”

Grian slaps one of Mumbo’s upper arm without lifting his head. “I can’t believe you.” Mumbo laughs.

Yet a moment of silence.

“Grian, can you tell me what happened?”

Grian sighs into Mumbo’s suit before he backs away. He hangs his head, seeming reluctant to raise his gaze, “I...the fall, it’s messing with my head.”

“Oh. That must have been awful.” Sometimes respawn doesn’t really fix all the pain, that Mumbo knows. But Grian shakes his head.

“It’s the fall from season eight, Mumbo. I have been stuck with the same nightmare for two weeks, I- when I looked down on the dropper tower I panicked and I just jumped without thinking and everything went dark after that and I- I-”

“Wait, the fall from season eight?”

Grian shuts his mouth tight. He nods, sit down on the bed. He looks exhausted just like yesterday, his pale face almost ghost-like. The fall that made Grian panic so much that he called Mumbo here. The fall from season eight...ah. Must be the ‘rocket’ they took to get to season nine.

“Did...did you sleep yesterday, Grian?”

“I didn’t.” Grian sighs.

“The nightmare’s that bad, huh?” Mumbo says. “I mean Scar’s traveling method did feel like a nightmare, if I am being completely honest.”

Grian lets out a weak laugh, but doesn’t say anything.

“Can I- can I help?

Grian shrugs. Mumbo deflates. “Maybe- do you want me to be there when you sleep? Would that help? I mean it doesn’t have to be me! Uh- who do you- like maybe Scar? Or Pearl? I know you and Pearl has known each other for a very long time-”

Grian actually laughs this time. Mumbo would take that as a win.

“No, just you would be fine, Mumbo. Maybe it would actually help.”

Mumbo wonders why the way his name rolls off Grian’s tongue always feels deliberate.

Falling, p2 (not out yet) (This is another chapter that you guys have to wait forever tbh)

My rant:

I have been working on this for three or four days now, but I just realize this is getting out of hand. This was meant to be a one-shot gosh darn it. But the way Grian reacts to the fall is not something I can deal with in a one-shot, I am not at that level yet, so bear with me, folks!

Thank you for reading this. And just like every time, this fic probably has way too much spelling mistakes or whatever. If you see one, SHOUT THEM OUT and I would really appreciate it! Thank you! Though please shout gently

#hermitcraft fanfic #grumbo #grian #mumbo jumbo #platonic #or not really #but can be read as platonic #or something else if you want #why do I do this to myself again #hermitcraft

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blorbosinmyheadcentral · 7 months

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Supervised Machine Learning

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petite-phthora · 4 months

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Dp x Dc prompt #1

Danny doesn’t know how Vlad managed to convince his parents to let him take Danny with him to some fancy gala in Gotham, but he does know he’s gonna be the biggest menace he can be to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

The moment they entered the place the gala was held, Danny’s eyes landed on the chandelier on the ceiling in de middle of the room.

Bingo.

What Danny had been expecting was something along the lines of him embarrassing Vlad, making Vlad angry, and/or getting kicked out when the chandelier inevitably crashed to the ground cause they weren’t made to hold his weight.

What Danny hadn’t been expecting was for the chandelier to be heavily reinforced and not move an inch when he hung on there upside down, nor had he expected to be joined up there by a guy his age that seemed to be bursting with excitement as he stared at Danny from his place upside down on the chandelier.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #death defying #death defying ship #tbf can be read as either platonic or romantic #don’t know the platonic ship name if it exists or i wouldve added it #so if anyone knows if theres a platonic ship name please let me know :)

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scintillatingshortgirl19 · 6 months

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damn i've seen the infamous "i love you" in gifs and such but i. was not prepared for the deep unbridled sincerity with which hugh laurie delivered that line

#this is literally just house taking an opportunity to confess how much he loves wilson #idk how else to interpret this #even if you read it platonically it's still a love confession #one that house is able to make for the sole reason #that he can pass it off as a joke #house md #hilson #videos - house #house season 4 #house 4x3 #op

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greykolla-art · 2 months

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Quick Radiorose doodle.❤️

I accidentally went two days without drawing anything and that is a federal crime.

#grey art #fan art #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin rosie #radiorose #it’s getting less and less platonic for me guys #I haven’t shipped something so mutually respectful in forever #queer platonic relationship #qpr #can be read both ways #vintage poses #they are saving my mental wellbeing

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isjasz · 3 months

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[Day 238]

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ME WHEN I GET A FULL BLOWN FIC INSPIRED BY MY ART AND MAKE A FULL PAGE COMIC OUT OF IT HOW WE FEELING💥💥💥💥💥

Explodes this still feels like a fever dream hi so @definitelynotshouting this absolutely batshit insane guy wrote "honey it's starting to storm" INSPIRED BY THIS ART FROM CHRISTMAS. I need to yell about it more istg this is the W of the century. Guys please it's so good go read it go read go rea

Emphasis GO READ IT👉

#dddaily4sherin #desert duo #scarian #hermitshipping #<- for tems fic #bc this comic itself can be read platonically too ig LOL #the fic is. def not tho. /pos bro went ham on the love description its so URGRHHRHRHRJRHE #listen i WANTED TO DRAW THE KISSIES BUT IT NEEDED A SECOND PAGE😔#but anyways tem i have not yelled at you enough about this this gen so cool UEJEJKAKHAKAS RAHHHHHDHEHEJ #ENJOY THE ART 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥#my art

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spoopdeedoop · 10 months

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real friends have weird greetings that usually involve hitting each other

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miicycle · 4 months

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platonic or not, these two should dance to old classics to settle their differences

#hazbin hotel art #hazbin alastor #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel ship #alastor x lucifer #appleradio #im in love with lucifer and alastor seperately #together? ascends #i also just love their electroswing vibes #can be read platonic fjnfgdhj #my art #mii draws #fanart #duckiedeer

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petricorah · 1 year

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sometimes you just need a little break 😴 [ID in alt]

#zuko #sokka #zuko fanart #firelord zuko #sokka fanart #atla #atla fanart #avatar the last airbender fanart #myart #atla comics #zuko comics #zukka #zukka fanart #although not really. you can read this platonically or romantically if you wish #AHHHH im done with this at long last

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unclewaynemunson · 7 months

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Pt2 to this post

'Is something wrong?' Nancy asks, not long after the two of them have taken their familiar spots on the hood of Steve's car. They're basking in what might be the last warm sunlight of the year, looking out over the quarry, at a safe distance from the edge.

It's become a tradition the two of them share, ever since they reconnected back in March. It calms them both, to just sit here and take in the view, no one around but each other. Nancy is one of the few people Steve can share a comfortable silence with: sometimes they sit here quietly for what feels like hours, side by side, listening to music or to nothing but the birds singing around them. But they also have their best conversations here: it's the place where Nancy entrusted him she wanted to break up with Jonathan; it's the place where they talked about their shared past and decided they would always love each other as friends; it's the place where they finally talked about Barbara in a way they couldn't when they were younger. It's where Nancy talked about the ghosts still haunting her and Steve talked about how lonely he sometimes felt.

Steve huffs. 'How did you guess?'

'When you frown, you always do it with your whole face,' Nancy notes. 'So it's hard to miss, really.'

Steve glances at her side profile. There's a serenity to her features that's still relatively new. It means she's healing, slowly learning how to be happy again. It means she stopped waiting for the end of the world and started believing in a real future again. It makes Steve proud of how far they both have come.

'I had a fight with Eddie,' he confesses. 'And with Dustin, I guess.'

'What happened?'

He sighs. 'It's complicated.'

'Wanna tell me about it?'

The look in her eyes is kind and inviting. Steve hesitates. He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. It's a risk. It's scary.

But he can't imagine Nancy Wheeler ever being careless with his secrets. He can't imagine her judging him, can't imagine her being as small-minded as most people in this town.

He was planning on telling her anyway, because things had been going so well with Eddie lately and – no, he shouldn't think about that right now. But maybe it would actually be nice to talk about it with Nancy.

'So, um...' His throat feels tight and his hands are sweaty. 'I recently discovered some things about myself. I-' The words get stuck somewhere on the way to his mouth, and he clears his throat.

Nancy doesn't push, but only gives him an encouraging nod, waiting for him to find his voice again.

'I found out I like boys,' he finally manages to confess. 'And I need you to know that – that that doesn't mean that what I felt for you wasn't real. It was. I loved you, and now I fell in love with a boy. And-'

'Steve.' Nancy's hand suddenly covers his, causing him to finally jerk his head away from the view over the quarry, to focus on her face again instead.

Her eyes are wide, and she squeezes his hand.

'You don't have to explain yourself to me,' she tells him. 'We're good. But thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.'

Steve heaves out a relieved sigh, and Nancy smiles; it's that genuine kind of smile which reveals all kinds of dimples and soft lines across her face.

'We might be more similar than you thought,' she tells him, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.

'Really?' Her words make his breath catch in his throat. He squints at her, trying to see her in this new light. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'

She shrugs. 'I don't know. I'm not sure yet,' she admits. 'Still figuring things out.'

'Take your time, there's no rush,' he tells her. 'But...' He bumps his shoulder against hers. 'When you're done figuring it out, talk to me, okay?'

She nods. 'Okay.'

For a while, it's quiet between the two of them. Some kind of raptor circles high above them in the sky. They both follow it with their eyes until it disappears among the tree tops west of the quarry.

'Is it Eddie?'

Steve blinks dumbly a couple of times.

'Wha- what?'

'The guy you were talking about. The one you fell in love with. It's Eddie, isn't it?'

'Jesus, Wheeler, what kind of sorceress are you?' Steve exclaims.

Nancy laughs again. 'You're not being as subtle as you think,' she tells him. 'The two of you have been hooking up for a while now, haven't you?'

Steve huffs dramatically. 'This is unfair. You know everything; I can't even tell you my own secrets anymore!'

'So what happened?' Nancy asks. 'You said you had a fight with him?'

'It's fucking stupid,' he sighs. 'Dustin was getting way too excited about the fact that I was gonna be hanging out with you, so I told him I was seeing someone. Next thing I knew, he was telling Eddie all about how I was seeing a girl.' He waves his hands around to make annoyed air quotations. 'I wanted to tell Eddie it was a misunderstanding, but Dustin was there, so I couldn't out us just like that, and he looked so betrayed and heartbroken... He didn't wanna listen to me.'

Steve sighs; he still can't manage to forget that look in Eddie's eyes when Dustin delivered the big news. 'I wish I would've talked about what I felt for him earlier. I should've been honest when I had the chance, y'know. But I was afraid he wouldn't wanna label what we had, that he wouldn't feel the same way – and now we're in this whole mess. God, he must hate me right now, Nance.'

To his surprise, Nancy gives him an unexpected slap against his arm.

'Ouch, what the hell was that for?!'

'What are you even doing here with me, Steve? You should've gone after him, tell him how you feel!'

'I tried, obviously, but he didn't wanna listen to me!'

'So make him listen! You're in love with him, he obviously feels the same way about you, and you let him leave to wallow in a broken heart he doesn't even need to have!' She rolls her eyes and slides off the car, adding something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like an exasperated 'Boys!' before she pulls Steve off the car as well. 'C'mon, time to get your ass over to the trailer park. Right. Now,' she says through gritted teeth. And, well, Steve knows better than to argue with a determined - and truthfully quite terrifying - Nancy Wheeler.

Read the last part here Taglist: @withacapitalp @ultimatedreamer104 @irregular-child @jcmadgirl @estrellami-1 @myguiltyartpleasure @hallucinatedjosten @jaybren @thew1ldblueyonder @melodymeddler @alycatavatar @zoeweee @lolawonsstuff @fairy-princette @saramelaniemoon @phirex22 @krazyperson @xxsky-shockxx (I only put people on this list who explicitly asked to be tagged. That's really no problem, I love to do that so dw about asking, but I got a lot of relatively vague reactions to the previous post that i'm not gonna dissect and interpret, bc I don't wanna clog anyone's notes unwanted. So just to be clear: i consider it a huge compliment if anyone asks for a tag but please do it clearly if you do!)

#look i can and i will exploit the miscommunication trope until yall are sick and tired of it #bc steddie is actually the perfect couple for keeping that trope believable #they're idiots with terrible communication skills it's canon #they WOULD #“can't you just talk to him?” “wait what i can????” IT'S SO THEM OKAY #nancy is the only sane person here i don't make the rules #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #platonic stancy #(i love platonic stancy they mean the world to me)#(i truly didn't mean to trick anyone into reading about them this just kinda. happened. idk)#this is making me wanna write more about their friendship actually they deserve their own fic #stranger things #fruity ficlet

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ghost-ferry · 29 days

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I wanted to draw more of @burrotello boxing au

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#the amazing digital circus #tadc fanart #ragatha tadc #ragatha the amazing digital circus #tadc ragatha #ragatha x pomni #pomni digital circus #pomni tadc #pomni x ragatha #tdac pomni #the amazing digital circus pomni #tadc pomni #tadc boxer!au #can be read as platonic or romantic

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living404 · 30 days

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wow what two normal good friends i sure do hope nothing bad ever happens to them

#the suckening #jrwi fanart #emizel tucker #soda jrwi #theo jrwi #fizzfangs #can be read as platonic or romantic idm #theyre a silly bunch

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sonseulsoleil · 3 days

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Ghosts don't sleep. They don't even really get tired. At least, not tired in the way sleep would fix. When Charles first dies, he attempts to sleep, but he never can manage it. No matter how many nights he tries. Eventually he gives up.

But he never gives up asking Edwin to read to him at night. Edwin's voice as he reads is warm and steady. Comforting, even. Charles may be dead at sixteen, but he isn't alone. He thinks his best chance at falling asleep is if Edwin is there to read him a bedtime story.

It's probably silly. But Edwin doesn't seem to mind.

Edwin reads him mostly detective stories at first. Sherlock Holmes, anything by Agatha Christie, Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys, of course—which is where they get the idea for the agency in the first place. But Edwin loves books of all sorts, so it isn't long before he's branching out into other genres.

Usually it's old books. Books from before Edwin was even alive. Books Charles would've avoid reading in school. Pride and Prejudice. Frankenstein. Jane Eyre. Oliver Twist. Somehow hearing them in Edwin's voice makes them much more tolerable.

And some are fun. Treasure Island is one Charles finds himself requesting over and over again. He always liked pirates. Lord of the Rings is another favorite, although maybe Charles is just excited that Edwin finally found a book that was published after he died.

Niko introduces Edwin to much newer literature. Teen romance novels with bright covers and cutesy, wordplay titles. Edwin even reads some of the books about boys kissing boys. An adorable, pink blush creeps across his cheeks every time still, but he's getting more comfortable.

Ghosts don't sleep, or even get tired. But Charles thinks he almost gets drowsy sometimes, late at night, when their living friends are sleeping, and he is curled safely and comfortably into Edwin, listening to him read.

#okay so I was thinking about Edwin reading to Charles when he died and it got away from me #read this romantically or platonically but I'm putting the ship tags on it for traction #Dead Boy Detectives #Charles Rowland #Edwin Payne #payneland #paineland #charwin #chedwin #otp: there's no one else #I just think Edwin reading to Charles is a ritual of theirs #also Charles being so comfortable and safe and soothed by it that he gets as close as a ghost possibly can to being sleepy?#soft

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