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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year

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Memories

Please note: I'm calling Keith's dad Texas. It's nickname given to him by his fellow firefighters.

Warning! There is the death of a character written here. I described how they died. There is nothing graphic, if it could trigger you, THEN DON'T READ.

I kinda forgot to continue using the Texan accent, so there's only the first line that uses it.

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"Keith. Keith! Wake up, bud. I have somethin' to show you. 'aight let's go."

Keith groggily followed his dad out the door of their small ranch home. Keith had always loved their house. Like his dad, he valued solitude.

Texas hoisted his son onto his shoulders easily. Keith had always been on the smaller side. He once told Keith that he had his mother's fire in him. His emotions were bigger than him.

They both clambered onto the roof together. "Now lay back," Texas ordered.

"But what if I fall?"

"Then I'll always be here to catch you. I know I'm getting old, but your old man will always have enough strength left in him to hold you up. Never forget that.

They waited in comfortable silence, When Keith closed his eyes, he could hear the few bugs strong enough to survive out here chirping in the background. Right as he was about to drift off, he heard his dad's soft whisper.

"Look up."

Keith looked once and never wanted to take his eyes away again. He saw light streaking across the sky like glowing raindrops. He could hear his father murmuring soft things about the light show above them. Keith settled into the soft comfort of that continuous voice. He always wondered how his dad could know so much about the world.

"You know, these meteoroids are like us. We're always alone, and we can't do anything about where life takes us. But we can get by just fine with a few good companions. You don't need all the diamonds in the sky to make a constellation. But they're still beautiful."

"Happy early birthday, Keith. Dream big dreams."

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"Is that Texas's kid?"

"Dear lord help those two. Texas needs to take care of himself for his child's sake."

"He's our best firefighter! What would you suggest we do if he were to quit?"

"The world with go on, I assure you."

A crowd had gathered to watch as men and women in yellow rushed into the burning building like bees. It was a church, from what Keith could hear of the mob's conversations.

Finally, when the evacuation was closing up, he could hear his dad's voice call out, "Is there anyone missing? Is anyone still in there?"

"My child! He got left behind!"

And just like that, Texas dropped everything to run right back into that church. And Keith felt a sharp bot of fear as he heard the flaming walls of the building creak. But Texas would come back. He always came back.

He could hear people screaming out for Texas to stop. Their wails bled into the night and the sound of the crackling fire.

Cree-ee-eeEAK

In a huge plume of smoke, the building fell. Keith could only watch in horror as the ash cleared and a small child appeared from the darkness.

Texas had saved the kid. That was all Keith could think as tears started streaming down his face. He ignored the people around telling him to come back as he raced towards the church.

The waited as close as he dared for his father to come back. He waited for him to pull himself out from the rubble and say, "See. bud? Your old man can't be beaten by some flames! Would you believe me if I told you I was scared for a moment there? But I know you weren't my brave hippo."

But it never happened. He watched as the fire finally ceased. He watched as his father's friends pulled his burnt, bloody body out of the piles of dirt.

Without hesitation, Keith ran up to his dad. He knew it was stupid to try and wake the man up, but he tried anyway. He shook Texas and sobbed into his chest. Keith could feel people place their hands on his shoulders to try and comfort him.

He didn't say a word. He had always been quiet for his age, and heard people in town whisper about how it was probably because of Texas's reclusive nature.

Even now, he knew they were judging him. They were judging him and the amazing man who knew everything there is to know about the stars and the earth and everything between.

As he watched his father's body being lowered deep into the dirt in the middle of a quiet meadow, he could hear the man's words.

"Dream big dreams. You're going to go further than I ever will. Do me a favor and fly all the way up to the stars, and past them if you can. I know you can. Your fire is too big to be held back here on Earth."

So Keith did. He worked hard. And he made it to the stars. And though he would never admit it, when he finally made it he knew it was only for one person.

"Thanks for holding me up, dad."

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He came back with a gasp.

As he looked around, he realized that he was back at the castle of lions, surrounded by the other paladins.

This had been another 'bonding exercise' designed by Allura for them to get to know each other better.

This was not something Keith wanted to share. He felt invaded. The only thing the world could never take away from him was these memories, and now all of it was floating around the other paladins' brains.

He suddenly became aware of the tears flowing town his face and warm arms wrapped around him.

He heard Lance whisper in his ear, "You only need a few good ones, Keith. And we're here for you whether you like it or not."

Life really was like those shooting stars.

But Keith was finally okay with that.

#keith kogane #texas kogane #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith's dad #comfort #tawny post

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greenshadowsinthesky · 9 months

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Running Into Their Arms prompt, part 2

Space, a beautiful thing.

Many people love to look at the stars far above, and marvel at what it's like up in the galaxy. As a Green Lantern, Jess had the rare pleasure of flying through the void, and seeing alien constellations with her own eyes. Some friends of hers got her into constellations, actually, and she had long ago been taught the various stars and constellations that make up the night sky.

This is how Jess knew that one of the constellations she was seeing right now wasn't in the right place.

"Don't get up, the doctors said that you're going to be physically weak from the poison that you got injected with," said the constellation sternly, walking towards her and waving a gloved hand in front of her face, checking her responsiveness, "you're going to be out of it, too, so don't try anything goofy, or I will tie you to the gurney."

It was around that moment that Jess's mind cleared up enough to get a bearing on her surroundings. The stars she was seeing were in fact stars, albeit outside a very thick window in the Watchtower medical wing. The lost constellation, however, was not in fact stars, and instead just a depiction of Orion's Belt, on none other than the suit of the local vigilante, Hunter.

"Oh, Hey Big O, fancy seeing you here!" The lantern replied, feeling only a little dizzy. She tried to wave but found her arm felt like lead, so instead smiled at her friend.

"You really need to learn to call for backup before your opponent starts to sweep the floor with you." The masked fighter moved to one of the chairs beside the bed, continuing with an exasperated tone, "You wanna know when I learned you were in danger? When I got a breaking news alert from the news that there was a fight going on. I can't just will my suit into existence like you can, some of us need to get dressed to fight!" They emphasized their point by gesturing to the various belts and harnesses on his own suit.

While her friend talked, Jess found a workaround to the numb limbs situation, and conjured up a green arm to wave away her friend's concerns. "I don't know why you're so worried Orion, I'm alive, aren't I?"

"Yeah, because Selene and I arrived before that alien bit off your head," he said, handing Jess's phone to the glowing hand for her to see. Before she unlocked it, she could see 17 missed calls and 39 unread texts from the contact "My Beloved 🖤", accompanied by a notification that Vikka’s bracelet was detecting no life signs. Seeing that grounded her very quickly, and she turned to the fighter next to her.

“Where’s Vikka, is she alright? How long was I out? Does J’onn know? I need to get home and find her! Help me get ou-” The lantern was asking questions at a fast pace, panicked by the idea that Vikka had been harmed while she was out, but she was cut off when the door to her room opened, and in walked two familiar faces.

The taller of the figures, a muscular woman with fangs and wolf ears, smiled widely and began wagging her tail at the sight of Jess sitting up in bed, and turned to say something to the other person entering the room, too slowly, however, as the second figure nearly slammed into Jess within half a second of being in the room. Wanting them to have time alone, Orion got up and joined Selene, standing guard outside the room, making sure the pair wasn’t bothered.

“You’re alright! You’re alive and you’re okay and you’re alright!” Vikka managed to say, her voice giving out at the end, holding Jess in a tight embrace, her body shaking with sobs of relief. The lantern was holding onto her partner just as tightly, grabbing onto the edges of her clothes, as if she might disappear at any moment. “Yeah, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, nowhere you can’t come with,” was all she was able to say to reassure her partner, before she too broke down in tears.

The pair held each other for a long while, neither one wanting to let go.

I made a taglist of everyone who has read this stuff so far, let me know if I shouldn't put you on the taglist

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#green shadows #jess #vikka #my writing #orion #selene #there was a lot of small details in these two halves #if you're confused by something or want to know more about something you can send asks and messages!#reference post on O and S coming soon #Hunter and Fang

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the-gay-trashmouth · 3 years

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So I’m the worst. As soon as I started the Newsies Gift Exchange my mental health took a nose dive and my school decided to ramp up the assignments to 100. I never forgot and I have been working on it when I had the time so here it is! I'm so sorry I'm late @annihilatedthenightstalker . I hope you enjoy my very very late gift. I am so sorry.

Prompt- Jack's really scared for some reason and David sees him cry for the first time, its then he finds out just how touch-starved Jack is.

If there was one thing David knew, it was that Jack Kelly would be the death of him. He wasn’t even mad about it, it was just a simple fact of life that he had come to accept.

That's what he thought as Sarah shoved him awake, telling him in no kind words that his Cowboy was at the window and he needed to go take care of it. He yawned before pushing off the bed and making his way to the open window where Jack did, in fact, sit waiting for him.

He leaned out the window, fixing him with an unimpressed look. “What are you doin’ here so late? Don’t ya have a bed waitin’ at the lodge?”

Jack shrugged, but he was shaking like he’d seen a ghost. David’s expression went from annoyed to concerned as Jack spoke.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t sleep none and I thought- well you like all that star stuff and the skies real clear so-” he gestured shakily, “I thought we could go watch some, may-maybe you could tell me all that stuff you learned about the patterns and stuff.”

David watched him carefully, watched the way he couldn’t sit still, the way he was glancing around like something would pop out to get him any second now. After a moment he sighed, “yeah… yeah okay Jackie. Lemme get dressed and I’ll meet ya on the roof, a’ight?”

Jack nodded quickly, already climbing the ladder. David watched him for a moment, concern twisting in his chest. He turned back to see Sarah watching him with tired eyes.

“That’s not what I meant when I said make him go away,” she said flatly.

David shrugged, “he doesn't look too good, Saz. I can’t just let him go wander the streets like this,” he argued, though Sarah didn’t look convinced. Thankfully, she didn’t push it, just rolled her eyes and laid back down.

“Whatever, don’t complain to me when you're exhausted tomorrow.”

He sighed, tugging a patched sweater over his undershirt and fastening his suspenders to his pants. She had a point, but he wasn’t about to admit it. Besides, he couldn’t just leave Jack to his own devices, not when he’s like this.

When he pulled himself up to the roof, the first thing he saw was Jack, still pacing with his hands still shaking. David tried to shake off his anxiety as he pushed himself to a stand, but the lingering clench of concern twisted around his heart. He didn’t like seeing Jack like this, it hurt too much.

“You’re gonna walk a hole in your shoes if you keep that up,” Jack jumped at his voice, but a shaky grin still found its way onto his face.

“Oh well, you could patch ‘em up for me, couldn’t ya Dave?”

David rolled his eyes, nudging Jack’s shoulder as he passed, “might could, question is would I?” he pulled one of his sheets down from the line before sitting down.

Jack just grinned, taking his place beside him, “‘course ya’ would, what kind a partner wouldn’t?”

He snorted, nudging Jack’s shoulder with his own. He was right, of course, Dave would do anything he could for him- Jack knew damn well he would too. Everyone did.

“Keep tellin’ yourself that, Kelly.”

Jack grinned, nudging him back before leaning on his hands to look at the sky. David followed suit- Jack was right. It was an incredibly clear night. He could see so many stars, he could even make out a few major constellations.

After a moment of silence Jack elbowed him in the ribs, pointing up to the stars, “That one there’s the big dipper, ain’t it?”

David followed his finger, trying to connect the pattern he was seeing. It was a bit difficult because his hands were still shaking. “Yeah, I think so- ya know the big dipper’s just a part of a bigger constellation, Ursa Major. A bear.”

Jack tilted his head, dropping his arm to his side and squinting at the sky, “don’t look like no bear to me.”

The other boy snorted, using his own hand to point out the rest of the pattern, “yeah see- there's the head and the big body, and those little stars make the legs- see? Bear.” Jack just tilted his head farther, blonde hair falling into his face.

“I don’t- hang on, yeah. Yeah I see what you mean, ‘s like one of them stick figures, right?”

“Yeah, basically, I mean it’s really abstract. See, right near it is Leo, it’s supposed to be a lion.”

Jack followed his finger again, watching as he pointed out the stars and traced the lines. Jack squinted at it, “yeah- it just looks like a bunch a dots to me”

David snorted, looking over to see Jack watching him with a soft smile. He tilted his head, nudging Jack’s shoulder again. As much as he would love to go on and on about the stars and the stories behind him, he had to find out what was wrong.

“So, I know ya didn’t come here lookin for a lesson on astronomy. What’s wrong with ya? Somethin’ happen with the boys?”

Jack froze, still staring at the sky. David could see him trying to keep his easy grin but it was forced. Somehow that hurt worse than a frown.

“Nah Dave, nothin’ happened with them…” he trailed off, picking at the concrete beneath him.

“Well what’s wrong? And don’t say nothin- I know when you’re lyin.”

“Aw c’mon, you wound me! I don’t lie-”

David cut him off, rolling his eyes, “fine. ‘Improvin’ the truth’ or whatever- not much of a difference.”

Jack chuckles, leaning forward to rest his chin on his knees. “Yeah, you’se too observant for ya’ own good sometimes.”

“And you’re too stubborn for yours,” he shot back, taking a breath before continuing to speak, voice much softer this time, “what’s eatin’ at ya, Jackie?”

Jack shuddered, face hidden behind his messy bangs. He was quiet for a moment before he muttered something just under his breath.

“I can’t hear ya, Jack,” he said plainly, leaning forward to try and catch his eyes. Jack just looked away,

“My Pa…. he’s… Spots just got news that he got out a’ the pen,” David’s breath caught in his throat as Jack spoke, his words shaking.

“Oh shit,” he breathed. For once, The Walking Mouth had been rendered speechless. Jack laughed, rough and strained.

“Yeah.. oh shit..” he pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees. David set a hand on his shoulder, mind too frantic to linger on the way Jack tensed under his touch.

“Are you okay? He- he don’t know where you’se stayin’ does he? Shit- he can’t- Jackie..” now it was David’s turn to shake, the hand not gripping Jack’s shoulder running through his curly bed head. Jack shrugged, adamantly refusing to look at him. David cut himself off, words dying in his throat.

“Jackie…” he dropped the hand from his hair to his lap, “what are you gonna do?”

Jack shrugged again, but David could feel his shoulders begin to shake. David waited for a moment as Jack sucked in a shaky breath. “I don’t know Dave… I mean I don’t- I don’t think he knows where I’se stayin’ but what if he does?”

David let the hand on his shoulder drop to his back, rubbing small circles into the thin fabric of his shirt like his mama would do when he was in a state. He didn’t know what to say and his mind was racing to come up with something. Something to fix it, something to make it all better.

Nothing came to mind.

Jack was still shaking but he leaned into Davey’s touch, taking in shuddering breaths as he hid his face in his knees. “Dave I- I don’t know what I’m gonna do…”

When he finally looked up, there were tears in his eyes. Davey’s heart clenched as he sucked in a harsh breath. Jack never cried- sure he got upset, angry enough to punch a hole through a wall or anxious to where he couldn’t breathe, but he never cried.

Davey didn’t know what to do with that.

“I’m scared, Dave…”

That was the final straw. David gripped Jack’s shirt with shaking hands and jerked him into his long arms. He wrapped around him, using his height to his advantage as he enveloped Jack in a shaking embrace.

“Oh Jackie…” he buried his nose in his hair, pushing back his own tears.

Jack froze for a moment, just long enough for David to worry he’d gone too far before there were fingers digging into his back and Jack “Cowboy” Kelly was sobbing into his shoulder.

“I- fuck Dave-” David shushed him as he cried, arms tightening around him as the older boy cried his eyes out into his shoulder. He could feel his sleeves soaking through but that was the least of his worries right now. He was too busy trying to comfort the shaking mass of boy in his arms to give a dmn about his stupid shirt.

“It’s okay Jackie- let it all out. It’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out. You can stay with us or- or hell I'm sure Spotty would let ya crash at the Brooklyn Lodge if he shows up in ‘Hattan,” he spoke frantically into Jack’s hair, trying everything to reassure him that there was no way his father would get anywhere near him. Jack just shudder out something between a laugh and a sob.

“Spotty don’t let no one but Racer stay at the lodge,”

“Spotty ain’t gonna leave you on the streets Jackie,” David pulled back just a bit, ignoring the soft whine that came from Jack, “none of us will, for that matter. You’se family, Jackie, an’ family don’t let family suffer.”

Jack blinked at him, tears still flowing from his eyes. When he spoke it was broken and strained, “you’re too good to me, Dave-”

David cut him off, thumbing away his tears, “no- people just ain’t been good enough.”

Jack sniffled, leaning into his palm. “Can I…. shit, can I stay here? Just for tonight. I don’t.. I don’t wanna walk back alone…”

Davey managed a smile, hand still cupping his cheek, “Jackie, you can stay as long as you want.”

#Stari writes #Newsies #javid #canon era #newsies fic #gift exchange #i am so sorry i am so late

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fanwarriorfictions · 5 years

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A Stranger Things 2 Fanfic

Chapter Four- Part Two

The tears were streaming down her cheeks as she drove, her mind not completely on where she was going or the road ahead of her. It was dangerous for her to drive in this condition, but she didn't care. She didn't care if anything bad happened to her, if she drove on the wrong side of traffic and got hit, if she drove into the trees, she didn't care.

They were well into the shorter days of the autumn and winter months, the night sky already starting to appear yet it was only five. It would be darker than midnight soon, and she didn't plan on going home because of it.

She comes to a stop, at wherever her subconscious decided to take her. And when she saw where she was, her mind fell back into reality at a dizzying pace. Why had she come here, of all places, why here. Phina had stopped on the street in front of Steve Harrington's house. She wanted to kick herself over and over again. Yet, at the same time, she knew that she wanted this, her subconscious knew, and that's what pushed her towards the door.

The tears were still flowing, with no end in sight as she walked towards the door. Her feet moved on their own, not listening to any protests from the rational side of her brain. She came to a stop at the front door, freezing in place. What the hell am I doing, she asked herself. Her left hand rose without her consent to the doorbell, only pausing an inch from it.

"God damnit," she cursed herself as she pushed the bell.

The ring echoed in her mind, regret pushing forward as an answer. She wanted to run, to hide, but her feet wouldn't move. The only thing she could do was look down at her trembling hands, so much damage could be done with them.

The lock clicked on the door and it pulled open. She didn't even look up to see him.

"Phina," Steve asked, confusion clear in his voice.

Her body shook as a new wave of fear and sadness hit her, tears streamed down her cheek.

Steve took a tentative step towards her, "Phina? What's happening."

"I didn't know where else to go," she whispered, her voice thick with tears.

He took another step towards her, "are you crying?"

She didn't answer, but her body shook with a sob that she tried to contain. He placed a hand under her chin, lifting her head, forcing her to look at him.

His heart came to a dead stop. He had never seen her cry like this. He'd seen her cry out of anger, but, this? These tears were from sadness, from fear. It broke him, his heart, it broke for her.

He put his hand on her cheek, wiping away a few tears, "what happened?"

She doesn't pull away from him like she should, "I lost control. I-I could have hurt them Steve, I-I..."

She choked on her words.

"Shh, calm down," he whispers, "breathe Phina."

She took a deep breathe through her nose and let it out through her mouth, "Will, he was, I don't even know. He was having an episode, I touched him and I was transported to the upside down."

Steve's eyes shone with worry, "what?"

She shook her head, "not completely. My body was still here, but, it was like my soul was there. He was there too, he was being attacked by this, this thing. I wanted to save him, I used my fire, but when I came back..."

She goes quiet and Steve nods, "what happened?"

"I was alone, in a circle of destruction." She looked down again. "They were scared of me."

She lifts her hands between them, they still shook with fear, "I'm scared of me."

Steve took her hands in his, the calming warmth of them engulfed her. They both looked down at their entwined hands.

"I could have hurt them Steve," she whispers.

"Yeah, you could have," he whispers back, "but you wouldn't."

"You don't know that," she argues.

He looks up at her, his gaze heavy on her face. She lifts her eyes to meet his.

"Phina, I have never met anyone so protective of her friends and family that she was willing to sacrifice anything and everything to save them," he says, "you would never hurt them Phina, because, even when you're not in control, there will always be a part of you that will look out for them, because, you are incapable of letting someone go unprotected."

A small, involuntary smile lit her face. He was right, the direct line of where her circle of destruction suggests that she had made a barrier around herself, to do what she does best, protect the ones she loves.

Yet the smile falls again, "they were scared of me Steve."

He sighs, "it's because they don't understand, we tend to fear the things we cannot control. And no one, no one, can control you Phina, forgive the soul who tries."

She looks deeply into his eyes, "are you scared of me Steve?"

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head, "no. Not at all. I may not completely understand you, not able to get past your walls, but I know that you would never hurt me, at least I would hope so."

She chuckles as well, "you're right."

Phina knew that he was absolutely right, she couldn't hurt him. She remembers last year, when she had punched him for insulting Jon and Nancy, she remembers the awful feeling it gave her. She knew now why it had left her in such a bad place, she did, not that she would ever admit it.

He slowly guides her inside, away from the cold, their hands still connected. The tears had finally stopped, yet her eyes, bloodshot and swollen, remained as tribute to the fallen tears.

His parents were supposed to come home sometime late tonight, and he didn't want them to come home to find a girl in his living room. His parents weren't unused to random girls at their house, he had brought many here before Nancy. Yet, he didn't want them to see Phina as just another girl he brought home, just another hookup. His parents were judgmental people, and once you've been labled something by them, they were incapable of seeing you differently. Which, unfortunately, meant that Nancy was labled as a hookup girl.

So he lead her upstairs, to his room. When they get there, he sits her down on his bed.

"Did you drive here," he asks.

Phina nods slowly, "yeah. Probably not the best of decisions to drive in the state I was in."

Steve let's out a breathy laugh, "yeah, no it wasn't. If I remember correctly you wouldn't let me drive in that same condition."

"Well, what can I say," she shrugs, "I'm a bit of a hypocrite."

He stands in the middle of his room, awkwardly as if he didn't know what to do with himself. Phina noticed, and the anxiety of being here hit her again.

"You know what." She suddenly stood up. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have come here, you probably had plans, I-I'll go.."

Phina rushes towards the door and Steve holds out his hand, "no no, it's fine. Phina."

She doesn't stop, "no I'm sorry, I don't want to be a burden."

He grabs her arm, pulling her back towards him, "Phina, you're not a burden. I.."

She whirls around, "no Steve I..."

They both stop short. Steve had pulled her closer to him than he had thought, as they only stood mere inches apart. Her hand on his chest, to steady herself from spinning around.

He was so close to her, he could see each little freckle that ran across her nose, from afar, you could only see a few, but here, he could see them all. They looked like a galaxy had been painted on her, thousands of stars and constellations delicately placed one by one. Her hand rested on his chest, and he felt as if she could steal his heart right then and there.

She could feel his breath on her lips, warm, inviting. His hand still rested on her arm, sending a shock of warmth through her. His eyes look into hers, searching for a door to pass through her walls. He was close, to passing the first wall, the door just ahead of him. The more she was captivated by the warm chocolate brown of his eyes, the closer he came.

"Phina," he whispers, almost to quiet for her ears to catch.

And he had broken that first wall. The way he said her name, like a pray to any god he could think of, it shattered that wall. Yet, there were more. And that next wall was named Nancy.

Though Phina knew Nancy's heart had been captured by Jonathan, she knew that Nancy had truly loved Steve. What kind of sister would she be if she let this continue on, whatever this was.

Steve could see her closing up, watched her inner struggle take hold, as it always did. His hand involuntarily moved up her arm, to her shoulder, to her neck, to her cheek. He memorized the feel of her beneath his hand, because he knew she would close him out again.

"Steve," she breathed.

He broke. Any reason he could think of to stop this in its tracks, left him. Nancy left him. His thumb ran absently across her cheekbone, leaving a blissful trail of warmth.

And she came to her senses, "I can't do this to her."

He knew who she meant, no name had to be mentioned. He knew that she would always come first in Phina's mind, no matter what.

"I know," he sighed, her he made no move to let her go.

Her other hand, the one not resting above his heart, came up to cover his hand on her cheek. She gently, heartbreakingly so, pried his hand off. The coldness that came, broke both of them. She guided his hand down to his side, and let go. His heart shudders beneath her palm. Her own answers.

"Goodnight Steve," she whispered.

Her hand fell from his chest, back to her side. And, like he always did, he watched her walk away from him. Watched till he no longer could. Till the sound of her footsteps faded away. Till the sound of her bike driving away was to faint to hear.

"Goodnight Seraphina."

-1766 words-

I'm so sorry, that was to adorable not to write. The feels. I was thinking about their ship name, y'all have any ideas cause all I've got is Stina and that's kinda stupid. Let me know.

-Morgan

#steve harrington #steve harrington x oc #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #strangerthingsfanfic #strangerthings #slow burn #one #romance

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