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alyshastevens-udaku · 5 years

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10 Fingers Down

A/N: I really need to do better. There’s a lot of shit y’all don’t know about lil hermit me. But one thing is, I’m the family tattoo artist.

Warning(s): Fluffy ass shit fam.

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It was one of those days everyone was out of the house. Doing who knows what. Everyone except two people… And a whole bunch of animals.

Aly’Sha was a quiet individual who didn’t ask for much. She kept to herself most of the time, staying trapped in her room. It was a rare occurence to see her out of her room for anything other than food or cuddles. Dick when the manbeast she married didn’t feel like coming to her. Today was that rare occurrence where she wasn't in her room. She had made her way to the inhouse tattoo parlor, another safe space for her. She had a lot of those apparently. Noticing she wasn’t in her bedroom, that was the next place Erik ventured to.

“Aly’Sha?” He peeked his head in the tattoo parlor. It was spacious area. Covered in African painting and stencils. Body Count by Jessie Reyez played softly in the background as she hummed to herself. Focused on whatever she had in her lap. Erik walked further into the room, watching the little hermit stick her tongue out in concentration. He chuckled to himself as he got to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Miiiniiii.” He sang into her ear causing her to giggle. She paused briefly from shading a tattoo on her forearm.

“Hmm?” Her head lifted as she looked over her shoulder at him.

“What you doing babygirl?” He slowly let go of her waist and come around to the chair in front of her.

“Shading.” She puts the tattoo gun and looked up at him. “Just me and you today?” She leaned over to move a stray dread out of his face.

“And a whole bunch of animals.” Erik chuckled as he watched her wipe the excess ink off her arm. “I got a favor tho…” He sat up, watching her look through her colors.

“Yeees?” She stood from her chair and stretched, her shirt riding up slightly.

“Well I had this idea and it's kinda a surprise for everybody…” He fiddled with his thumbs while he talked, letting his eyes follow Aly'Sha as she seemingly floated throughout the room.

“What's the surprise Daka?” She took her spot back into her chair in front of him, flipping open a small sketchbook she had gotten from her self.

“I want to get everyone's name on my fingers. There's 10 of you and I have 10 fingers so… I think it would be sweet..” Erik sat up in his chair, Aly'Sha giggling to herself.

“Oh My God. Is it true? Erik N'Jadaka Stevens-Udaku being sweet? Oh it's gonna snow tomorrow.” She smirked as he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. You gonna do it or what lil girl?” He poked her forehead and scooted closer to the table.

“Sure Big Nigga. I'll do it. Now I don't need you being a big ole baby bitch because this shit is going to hurt.”

“Girl I'm covered in scars I think I'll be fine. Now let me tell you who I want, where.”

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“Ah. Aah. Aah. Shit hold on.” Erik whined, bending his arm slightly. Aly'Sha had began writing the name of his first wife, the woman who even made everything possible, Hennessy on his ring finger.

“Nah. You said you could handle it. Now bring ya big ass here…” She locked her legs around his waist and made sure he didn't move any further.

“AlyKaaat. C'mon.” He groaned, resting his head on her shoulder. Smiling softly, she shook her head.

“Nope. Sit still N'Jadaka.” She kissed his cheek and continued to engraved the name into his finger.

Everyone's name had their own place. Hennessy & Kimora had his ring fingers, Charlie & Homie on his pinkys, Josephine & Kristina on the thumbs, Ryley & Angel on his middle finger, and Bastion & Herself on his index finger.

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She had most of the name done. Except for her own and Bastion.

“I'm not gonna be able to use for hands for a while...” He muttered into Aly's neck as he bounced his knee. Wiping his finger clean, she began to write Bastion's name on his left index finger.

“No… But I'll help you if you need anything..” She glanced over at him, giggling at his beard tickled her neck.

“Oh forreal?” He grinned, rubbing his chin on her neck even more cause her to start a giggle fit.

“Yes. Yes. I'll help you out. Now stoooop.” She moved her head away, looking down at him.

“Fine. Fine. I'll stop.” He grinned, resting his head back on her. “You almost done?” The impatient man questioned just as Aly'Sha finished Bastion's name.

“Yeah… I just need to finish my name and that's it.” She cleaned his hand once more then started on her own name.

“You should come out of your room more often…” Erik mumbled, yawning.

“I guess I could. I kinda like all y'all.” She smiled softly, tattooing her name.

“Kinda? You don't love me?” He faked pouted, letting his lip quiver.

“Oh, put your lip in ya big baby. I love you, you big braille backed fucker.” She smirked hearing him gasp dramatically.

“I love you too, you fucking hermit crab.” He laughed lifting his head.

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“Aly'Sha!” Erik yelled from the living room.

“Yes my dear husband?” She called back from the kitchen. She had made his favorite, chicken and Shrimp Alfredo and was cleaning up the kitchen.

“Can you come feed me? My hands are swollen.” He groaned, flopping back on the couch.

“Your hands are always swollen, you and yo toddler fingers.” She walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“My toddler fingers still make you scream tho.” He smirked, looking up at her. She went to sit down but paused looking at him.

“You want me to feed you or what?” Her eyebrow raised, staring at him.

“Yes. I'm sorry. Fine.” He pouted.

“Mmhmmm. You lucky you cute..”

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fanwarriorfictions · 5 years

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A Stranger Things 2 Fanfic

Chapter Nine- Part Six

-One Month Later-

Jonathan and Nancy had apparently helped get Hawkins Lab shut down, exposing them for covering up Barb's death with a tape that they had given this conspiracy theorist to get out to the public. After that, the lab was shut down by the government and Hawkins, Indiana was in the national spotlight. A bunch of different news stations had come to interview citizens in the small town, even sitting outside the high school to ask the students. One news station had even asked Phina something one day after school and at the Byers' later that night she had been shown on the news channel to Hopper's dismay and a little bit of anger.

"What do you think about the whole ordeal, did you know Barbra," the woman reporter had asked Phina.

Phina had turned to the camera with a grin full of pure malice, "Hawkins Lab was a place full of monsters." She had meant it literally and figuratively. " for what those bastards did to Barb, a dear friend of my sisters." Her grin grew wider at her next words and a little sadistic. "For what they did, they will all burn in hell."

Let's say Phina had a few stern talking to's from both Hopper, and her parents for cussing on tv.

Now that the secret was out, that her parents knew that Barb was dead, there was a funeral for her. They had a casket but with no body to bury in the ground. They said it was because the Lab had burned her body, but Phina and the rest of them knew that it was because her body was in the upside down, rotting away or eaten to nothing by those creatures. But now the town had time to heal, Nancy could finally grieve for her best friend and Barb could be remembered as the amazing person she was and not the runaway Hawkins Lab had tried to make her. They could all heal now, Phina could heal knowing that Hawkins Lab and the people who had hurt her were finally all gone.

Phina grinned at her brother from behind her mom as he deadpanned at the woman. She took picture after picture of him in his suit. Mike was going to the middle school's snowball tonight and their mom was overly excited.

She drops a picture and bends down to grab it, "oh, wait."

"All right, that's enough," Mike says as he rolls his eyes.

"One more, okay? Just one more," their mom pleaded as she puts the camera up to her face.

"Why," Mike groans.

"You look so handsome," Karen says

"Mom!"

Phina laughs, "oh come on, Mike, smile a bit!"

He gives the camera an exasperated look, "Mom!"

She snaps the photo and Phina laughs again, that photo was definitely going up on her wall, maybe she'd ask Jonathan if he could enlarge it as well.

Speaking of Jonathan, the doorbell rang and Phina ran over to open it. Her best friend was standing there with a single rose in his hand.

"Is it too late to try and convince you to go with us," he asks.

Phina grins, "why would I want to be the third wheel? Nancy's upstairs finishing up, Mike's in the living room. I'll go get Nance."

Jonathan grinned back at her at the mention of Nancy. Over this past month, they had finally stopped lying to themselves and everyone around them and started to date. The two of them were going to go help work the dance tonight, Jon taking pictures and Nance serving punch. They had tried to get Phina to go along with them but she had refused, wanting to stay home and enjoy some time without the lovebirds. She loved them, but new couples always sucked because they never paid attention to anyone else but each other, and Jonathan and Nancy were no exception. Phina enjoyed seeing them happy but figured they needed time to be happy together, just them.

"Nance, Jonathan's here to take you and Mike," Phina says as she pushes open her sister's door.

"Ok," Nancy smiled at her sister, turning to show Phina her dress, "how do I look?"

Phina smiled back, "you look beautiful, Nance."

"Thank you, Phina," Nancy says.

"You're welcome," Phina says, "now go, have a nice night, Nance."

Nancy hugs her sister quickly and runs down the stairs. Phina doesn't follow, just turns to her room and listens as Jonathan's car drives away.

Steve had dropped Dustin off at the dance and now his mind was wandering as he drove. He had a plan but he wasn't so sure he should go through with it. So he drove to the Wheeler house anyway. He parked on the other side of the street and went to the side of the house where he had climbed onto the roof many times in the past. By now, it was no effort to get up. Usually, he'd be there to sneak into Nancy's room, not this time. This time he climbed up to the peak of the roof.

"What are you doing here, Harrington," Phina's voice calls out, stopping him in his tracks.

The girl was sitting on the roof, blankets, pillows, books, art supplies, and lanterns on low light surrounding her. She was wearing a large gray hoodie that came down to her mid thighs and black shorts that could barely see beneath the hoodie, he'd think she'd be freezing if it wasn't for her powers.

"Uh," he blushes, "nothing?"

Phina laughs quietly, "sure, Harrington, sure."

He sighs, climbing over the peak of the roof, "I was actually here to find you."

She grins up at him, "well you found me. What do you want?"

He shrugs, walking down the roof to stand next to her blankets, "I'm not exactly sure, I didn't think I'd really get this far or that you'd be on the roof."

She laughs again, "well, you're here, might as well stay awhile."

She shifts over and nods for him to sit down next to her. As he does he can feel the warmth radiating off her, fighting off the chill of winter that set in around them.

"Do you do this often," he asks, gesturing to the set up around them.

Phina nods, "yeah, I like coming out here at night, looking up at the stars, drawing, reading, it's peaceful, you know? God knows I need some peace in my life."

Steve laughs, "ain't that the truth."

They settle into a comfortable silence and Steve looks at the things strewn around them. Her sketchbook lays close to him and he remembers something.

"You know, you're gonna kill me for this," he chuckles, "but the last time I was here, sneaking up on the roof, I uh, well I was looking for Nancy but I saw her and Jonathan and I was upset but I didn't leave. Instead, I climbed over to this side and, this is the part you're gonna kill me for, I looked in your window to find you. You were crying and looking in your sketchbook, you threw it and it landed in front of the window, open to a drawing, a drawing of me actually."

Phina's face goes red, not in anger but in embarrassment. She picks up her sketchbook and flips through the pages, stopping on the first ever drawing she did of him.

"Yep," he says, looking at it, "that's the one."

She sighs, "I did a few of these last year. I do this thing where I space out and just draw, for some reason, your face popped up a lot when I did this, it still does."

She opens the book to a few pages farther along in the book, each one had his face on them. He grabs the book from her hand when she stops on the most recent one, where his face was bruised and bloody after being beaten by Billy Hargrove.

"These are amazing, Phina," he says, wincing as he looks at the image, "almost too good, I can almost feel the pain."

She chuckles, taking the book back, "they would be better but I didn't have you there to reference them, just my memory."

He grins suddenly, "do you want to have a more accurate one?"

She raises her brows in question and he angles himself towards her, "I'm here, draw me."

She smiles, "um, ok. Just, uh, face me I guess, you don't have to pose or anything just... just keep your face neutral."

"Yes, ma'am," he salutes with a grin.

-1433 words-

Awww, sweeties! So that's basically the end of the show but there is one more part, a completely OC chapter ;) ;) Oh the possibilities!!!

-Morgan

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

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