#in middle school kids would flip their ring fingers and then say 'well I'm not flipping you off for reaaaal' 💀 i think he would do that.

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Huwumi, "This can't be real. I feel like I'm having a fever dream.", Meet Messy with a SuperNatural AU using Vampire Fuyumi?

So, I started drafting this one up and it got... Way out of hand because I lack self control! So I’m actually planning a longer form response for this one that’ll take a little bit more time to complete! But, since I don’t want to to leave this empty, I’ve included a preview of the first part here! Hopefully this gets you hooked up for once I upload the fic proper!

Trigger Warning: Minor Blood/ Gore, Minor Violence, Perverse Thoughts, Consensual Blood Drinking

He paused at the sound of some kind of ruckus just around the corner. Normally, he wouldn't go sticking his nose into other people's business. He learned that lesson the hard way, if the faint scars on his arms and abdomen were anything to go by, so his usual course of action was to call the authorities and then find a new route home. Or, rather, after a nasty incident involving him getting shanked in the belly and then berated by his friends, it was his course of action. Instead of doing that, however, he stepped a bit closer and listened intently.

"No need to be so uptight, sweetheart. We just want to have a little chat," One voice drawled out.

There was a quiet whimper of pain. "I-I don't want any trouble. Please, I won’t tell anyone that I saw you out here," That was clearly a young woman. He rounded the corner when she let out a louder cry of protest. "Stop it! You're hurting me!"

Well, he’d gone a good three weeks without stepping into someone else’s business. Hopefully Rumi would be proud of him for that much.

"Hey!" he snapped as he stepped closer, glaring between the four figures as he tried to get a read on them in the weak streetlights.

Three of them were standing upright in a half circle around the fourth, who he assumed was the lady he heard a second before. One of the guys, a big muscle-bound bruiser type with cropped blonde hair, stood in the middle. He held one of her dainty wrists in his meaty paw, looking like it was hard enough to cause seriously hurt. The one to the left end looked to be no older than a middle school kid, cheeks still bearing some baby fat under narrowed brown eyes, but had a grin that screamed of manic delight over whatever they were planning. The last one, to the far right, was hard to see. He was wearing pitch black clothes over his entire form, only a gaping mouth full of jagged inhumane teeth visible. In his gloved hand he held some kind of weapon that was dark and dripping.

He looked to the woman, who was clutching the shoulder of the arm being held with her other hand. She was well-dressed and put together in a pale colored sweater vest and work slacks. Her hair was loose and wild, as if pulled from an up-do, and pale with flecks of a darker color to them. She cast a frantic, pleading glance over her shoulder at him, luminous silver eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

He curled his hand more securely around the rock in his pocket. "Let go of her," he said firmly.

The one holding her scoffed. “And who the Hell are you to her? Last we heard, you didn’t have yourself a little sweetie pie, princess,” he sneered, turning his attention back to her.

“He isn’t affiliated with me! Leave him alone!” she protested, cutting off with a shrill, pained cry when the guy heaved her up higher by her injured arm.

Keigo took the chance and chucked the rock as hard as he could, aiming for the very top of the guy’s head. He knew he had a tendency for his throws to droop lower and couldn’t help the smug smirk when the rock pegged the guy right between the eyes. And, from the distinct ‘thunk’ he heard, it hit pretty hard, too. The guy dropped the arm to instead press the hand against his forehead. “Fucking asshole!” he shouted.

The young woman looked stunned as she fell to the ground, turning to gawk at Keigo as if he’d just sprouted a second head or something. “Hurry up!” he mouthed frantically, indicating she come to him with a jerk of his head.

She hesitated for a second before shakily getting to her legs and rushing to him. “Goddamnit! Moonfish, Mustard, get your asses in gear! Before she gets away!” Muscles shouted angrily, thrusting a fist out to smash it against the middle schooler’s face. The kid squawked and rubbed at his face while Hooded Teeth let out some strange gargling noise and charged after her.

Once she was close enough, Keigo grabbed her arm and twirled her behind him with one hand while he grabbed a nearby trash can to toss at her attacker. It slammed into his legs and sent him stumbling over it, hitting the ground face first. As far as thugs were concerned, he couldn’t help but think these guys had to be the bottom feeders. “Come on, let’s get out of here!” he whispered urgently as he moved to lead her along. She was still holding her shoulder and, with a bit more light, he could see a nasty gash that was slowly oozing blood from between her fingers.

Okay, she was going to need a hospital. But, first, they’d need to lose the Goon Squad. Thankfully enough, they were in his neck of the woods and he’d be able to get them around.

He didn’t have time to try leading a woman who was bleeding pretty extensively along a wild goose chase, so he opted to just scoop her up into a bridal carry. She let out a small squeak and looked up at him with wide eyes. “W-Why are you helping me? You don’t even know me,” she breathed out shakily.

“Because you needed help,” he said, flashing a grin that he hoped was charming as he tore off the way he’d come. They were on the corner of Main Street, so if he darted back two blocks and then cut through the alley on 26th, they could take the long way around back to his apartment. That was assuming that they could shake her little buddies, anyway. He could hear the big one shouting insults and swears, though he wasn’t sure if they were meant for him or the guy’s associates.

He paused briefly as he darted down the street to see how close they were. Only Muscles and Hooded Teeth were behind him. When he turned back to look ahead, though, there was Kid. He growled and skidded to a stop, stumbling back a few feet and narrowly avoiding as Kid swiped at him with… claws? That was the only way he could think to explain Kid’s nails and how they cut through the air. When he looked up, there were slivers of silver creeping into the brown of the kid’s eyes, his pupils shifting to be more cat-like in appearance. “What the Hell?” he breathed to himself.

Muscles whistled lowly behind him. “Wow, you really ain’t in the know about all this, are ya? Welp, boss gave the orders that we gotta take the little lady with us, and you’re in the way. Sorry to say, human, but I think the fat lady’s singin’ for ya!”

He whipped around, ready to offer some kind of retort - that he was sure would have been witty - before they heard a few loud howls echoing from a few blocks back, in the direction Keigo had been retreating towards. The Goons seemed stunned by the sound, looking up and around at the sky. “Moon,” Hooded Teeth groaned out loudly.

While the three were distracted, Keigo rushed past the freaky middle schooler and tore off in the sounds of the howling. It was most likely just some stray dogs, he figured, but they served as a nice enough distraction. Whatever was happening… It was fucking weird. He glanced down briefly at the woman in his arms to see she was breathing heavily, her hand curling into the ruined fabric of her vest from pain. He was going to have to take her to a hospital and fast.

He rounded the corner on to 26th and then froze as he saw two large, lumbering figures coming straight toward him. For a moment he thought it was Kid and Muscles, but as they got closer and stepped under the few working streetlights, his stomach flipped uncomfortably. The two figures were not human, but large beasts. Werewolves, he thought, as he stared at the long snouts filled with jagged teeth and pelt-covered bodies running on two legs. One was a sandy blonde color while the other was a near-black brown color.

He expected them to come for him but… They didn’t. No, instead they rushed past him and around the corner. He peered back to gawk as the blonde one barrelled right into Kid and clamped his maw down on his upper arm. Kid looked different, too, his skin taking on a faded grey color and his eyes becoming a silver color with red rings in them. Kid let out a shriek worthy of a Hellbeast as the werewolf jerked and tore with a furious snarl. Keigo’s stomach roiled as he watched Kid’s arm tear away from his torso, shaking his head and darting to the alleyway he’d been aiming for.

He wandered halfway down before leaning back against the wall, chest heaving and legs slowly sliding out from under him. The woman against him whimpered a bit and shifted slowly to straddle him as he squeezed his eyes shut tight. He slowly opened his eyes to look at his companion, preparing to ask how she was feeling, before his eyes widened at the unnaturally long fangs visibly in her panting mouth.

“This can't be real,” he breathed, mind spinning as if he’d done five consecutive shots of tequila, “I feel like I'm having a fever dream.”

For a moment, he and the young woman just stared at one another before she slowly slid her tongue over the protruding fangs. “I’m sorry. I… I can’t quite control them when I’m injured so seriously,” she breathed, averting her gaze.

“Those are fangs. Like, vampire fangs,” he breathed out shakily.

She offered a bashful smile. “That would be because… Um, well… They are. Vampire fangs, I mean,”

“Is… Is this some kind of fucked up prank show? Are there cameras hidden somewhere?” he asked, eyes sweeping around the alleyway in frantic, hopeful sweeps in hopes of seeing the glint of a lens in the low light. When he turned his attention back to the young woman still settled in his lap, she was staring at him with this look. He dared to say that it was hungry, but… Well, not the kind of hunger he would have liked.

She shook her head. “This is no joke. I do apologize for getting you involved in all of this, but I can make you forget, if you’d like,” she offered, leaning into his personal space until her chest was against his. And he really would have liked everything that was happening - the warmth of her thighs on either side of his own, the weight of her pressing down in his lap, her eyes locked on him with such intensity - if not for the fact that he felt like he was going insane. “We don’t have a contract so there is nothing binding us to one another. If you let me feed from you, I’ll be able to access your mind and erase your memories of this evening.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” he asked, swallowing thickly. He didn’t miss the way her eyes shifted to follow the motion before focusing back on his face. “How do I know you won’t just, like, suck me dry and leave me for dead?”

Her gaze softened and she reached up to stroke his cheek with the back of her cool fingers in a gesture he could only call soothing. “I swear on my merit as an heiress to a vampiric family of noble blood, I will only take enough to ease your mind in exchange for the kindness you’ve shown me this night,” she whispered softly.

Keigo stared at her as his mind slowly began to come down. Vampires were real. Werewolves were real. Who knew what the Hell else was real. And he was sitting her, in a filthy alleyway, with a very pretty female vampire asking to suck his blood. He briefly wondered what he’d done for his night to take such an absolutely bizarre turn of events. Then again, he thought, he’d let women less polite than her leave marks on his neck for less, so what was the harm. “I just want you to know that if you suck all my blood and leave me to die… I’m gonna be pissed. And probably haunt you.”

She giggled, a tinkling sound like a bell chiming, before leaning closer to him, puffing out a soft breath against his ear. Shit, was she just intentionally teasing him now? “Deal. Now, take a deep breath and brace yourself; this will hurt for a second or so,” she warned before dipping her head down, pressing a few soft kisses to the side of his neck.

Once she found a spot she deemed acceptable, she placed one final kiss before opening her mouth and sinking her teeth in. His hands flew to grip her hips hard at the agonizing sensation that coursed through him. It felt like the time he’d been stabbed in the side, times four! His jaw went slack, desperate to scream, but no sounds left him. He took in shuddering breath, feeling his blood flowing out of his neck and into her mouth, and then, slowly, a pleasant haziness washed over him. It reminded him of when he’d gotten hooked up with morphine after the aforementioned stabbing, only… a little better?

His head tipped back and he felt an involuntary groan leave him. She hummed softly against his throat, slowly pulling back and gently lapping at the puncture wounds with soothing, kitten-like strokes. Once she was satisfied with her clean up job, she leaned back to face him proper, licking her lips as she did. He watched her with lidded eyes as the silver in her eyes slowly bleed away to an intoxicating turquoise tint. She held his gaze before reaching out with her injured hand to comb his bangs from his face. “I thank you for your kindness this evening, Takami Keigo, and for it, shall steal these memories for the sake of your protection,” she said before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. He tried to kiss back as best as he could, but he felt groggier by the second. He faintly picked up on her mumbling to herself once she pulled back, but then he was out like a light and the night’s events left him completely.

Four days later, however, he awoke with all the memory back. And a slew of questions.

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Ray Merriman - Gif Fic 2/2

Part 1

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You actually expected Ray to cancel, give you some excuse that he's busy, or something came up. But he doesn't.

You play the first date cautiously, but your still nice. It's just drinks anyway. Nothing special, and jeans will do. If didn't play it cautiously Ray probably would have fucked you there and then in the booth of bar.

It's one or those hipster places that has a rough edge to it. You met him there, not wanting to give him your address (even though you have a feeling he knows where you live).

Ray let's you slide into the booth first. Effectively your cornered in by him - but this just keeps everything flirty. He very close, almost leaning over you, his thigh against yours. He smells good too. When he did get closer, in an attempt to kiss you, your hand on his chest only seemed to encourage him. 

***

You're surprised when Ray asks you on a second date. This time was dinner at the new Asain Fusion place. He chuckled at your many requests to the chef - but it was no problem for the chef.

"Your a bit of a princess aren't you" he grins, fingers brushing across your cheek. 

"I just know what I like" you correct. And that's when he leans down and kisses you, you surprise yourself by letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. The flames from the chef starting your meals doesn't bother either of you as the kiss deepens and his hand slides around your neck. 

Your eyes are still closed when he pulls away, and you bite your lip, slowly opening your eyes. "You like that?" he asks. 

You nod, trying to steady your heart beat. You turn away from Ray to watch the chef work. Because if your honest you need to look at something else and not jump him there and then. Aka him to take you home.

***

The third date is the cinema, a horror film. Ray asks you where you want to sit, you pick the seats at the back.

"You can always hide behind me if you get scared" he teases as you walk down to the screen. You're holding the popcorn, Ray has the drinks. You don't pick the back because you're scared though. 

You flip the middle arm rest up between you and Ray so you can lean against him. He puts an arm around your shoulders. You watch the trailers - they seem to go on forever. You try not to fidget beside Ray, minutes seem like hours.

You try and compose yourself to concentrate on the film. But that kiss from the last date is playing on your mind, it has been all week and every night. 

"Hey" you whisper after the first person is killed (about ten minutes into the film). Ray looks to you, your faces a few inches apart or less. You take hold of his chin and pull him into a kiss. 

You both spend the rest of the film kissing like two high school kids. You only break apart to breathe or take a sip of drink - your drink makes your mouth tastes like candyfloss.

It's only when the cinema lights come on do you realise neither of you even paid attention to the film, or even ate any popcorn. 

You take the popcorn with you. "You wanna come back to mine?“ Ray asks. You just smiled and nod. You thought he'd never ask. 

As your stroll out of the cinema, Ray's arm slung around your shoulder as you walk. His phone rings and pulls his arm off your shoulders to take it. 

You stroll ahead for a moment and then stop when you turn to see him pointing to the phone. You gaze around, eating a few pieces of the sweet popcorn. 

Ray looks annoyed as he hangs up. "Change of plan" he frowns. "I gotta do something, but I can drop you home" 

"Sure" you smile. You wrap one arm around his waist in a side hug and walk through the parking lot. 

It takes you fifteen minutes to get out of the car. You kick the popcorn over climbing onto Ray's lap. 

"Come in" you pant, grinding against Ray. 

"Can't" he moans. "I want to. Next time" you kiss him one more time. 

***

There's a fourth date, at Ray's request again. He wants to apologize for having to leave the other night. Promises there will be no distraction. Or that's what he thinks. 

He says it'll be casual, so you pull on your favourite jeans that make your butt look amazing, and the off the shoulder top that's shows off your bra. 

You slide into the passenger seat of Ray's car, your jacket in your hands. You can tell he appreciates the flash of skin. He's obviously remembering what happened last time in the car. 

He doesn't tell you where you're headed. There isn't much conversation. You enjoy the music, and watching the streets go by. You also enjoy Ray looking at you when you stop at the lights. You can't look at him though, otherwise you'll need him to pull over. 

When you pull into the parking lot of the bowling alley you can see he's looking for a reaction. Maybe for you to look disappointed. You don't. You're not. You haven't been bowling in years, so this will be fun. 

While you swap your boots for the bowling shoes Ray pays for two games and gets his shoes. You both then grab a drink while you wait for a lane to become free. 

"When was the last time you bowled?" he asked, sipping his beer. 

"You mean how much help will I need?“ you raise one eyebrow and he laughs. 

"It's been a few years, but I'm sure I can manage" Ray gives you a slow cocky nod. 

"Well I'm here if you need me" his arms open wide. You just as you roll your eyes and an employee lets you know a lane is now free. 

"Ladies first" Ray gestures towards the lane. When you look up at the screen you don't see your name, you see the word Princess. You turn and look at Ray. He's sat back, legs wide open, arms draped over the back of seating. Looking so smug you have to fight back a laugh yourself. 

Princess is the nickname he's taken to calling you after your second date. It's a nickname that will fall out of general use, only used when he's serious and trying to tell you something is up. The nickname that strikes gut wrenching fear into you when you hear him say it. 

You walk up to the bowling ball deposit, you may or may not be wiggling your hips a little more than usual. You test the balls out, slipping your fingers into the three holes and slightly picking them up to feel the weight. You go for the one that seems to be on the lighter side. You cradle it while you loosen your neck and shoulders. You hear Ray chuckle. You're excited to wipe that smirk off his face. 

You pick your starting spot and step forward, throwing the ball. It doesn't roll, but skid down the lane. You spin on your heels with a smile, hearing the ball collide with the pins. Rays eyes jump from you to the end of the lane. He looks shocked, it's your turn to laugh. 

You saunter back to him, arms folded across your chest. "No pressure Merriman, but the stakes are high" he stands up looming over your. 

"And what are we playing for?" his grin meets his eyes, you want to run from him and hope he catches you. 

"Well if I win, you take me for dessert" you declare. 

"And if I win?" he asks, leaning closer to you. 

"What do you want you ask?" innocently looking back at him.

He leans down and whispers in your ear. "I want you for dessert" 

He walks off to the ball deposit and picks up a ball. Of course he gets a strike, the pins almost explode into pieces. The group next to you look over at Ray as he walks back to take a seat and let you have your go. 

"Your turn princess" 

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Mx. Shoggoth, I Presume? Pt 4

Warning! Sexual humor and heavy swearing ahead.

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It's Showtime!

You two stood there, shuffling your feet for what seemed like hours. You'd never been proposed to before, even if it was fake. What came next? You had an old ring you had picked up the day before. The etched silver band reminded you of him, the carvings almost matching his signature stripes. You supposed you ought to give it to him now.

"Ah, by the way doll." Beetlejuice cut through your thoughts, "I uh… well since we need this gaggle of breather kids to see me it'd be best if…" he trailed off, barely audible as he mumbled "I'd like it if you'd summon me."

"Pardon? Sorry, I didn't catch that."

He raked his hands through his violently pink hair, "Just read this, dammit." He handed you a business card.

"... A matchmaker? Beej I don't think I need this right--"

"TURN IT OVER."

You did so. "Beetlejuice… Beetlejuice…"

He had to lean against the side of the house to steady himself. He was way too happy with the way his name sounded coming from you.

"Beetlejuice." You finished. A familiar cloud of green smoke formed around the two of you as the demon launched himself into the air. He did a flip and summoned up some fireworks, sending a wink in your direction. What a showoff.

"It's showtime, baby!" Being summoned, let alone by such an exceptional human, gave him the high he needed to get past the last few awkward minutes. He glided down to you, grabbing your hand to give you a quick twirl before pulling you off of your feet and dipping you backwards. "Thanks for callin' on me, tootse. What can I do ya for?"

"What just happened?"

"Well," he pulled you back up to your feet and swung you through a few dance steps while he explained, "I haven't really felt like I could ask Lyds to summon me after what happened last time, so I've only been here in SPIRIT, you might say." He chuckled at the pun. "You can only see me because you're a bit strange and unusual, like her. For normal folks to see me, and for me to be physically here, I gotta be summoned - and guess who just summoned their first demon!"

"... I did?"

"You did!" He nearly leapt around you as he continued flinging you about. Where had this man learned to dance? Was the instructor on cocaine?

Flustered by trying to keep up with his quickening dance moves (and, admittedly, by all of the physical contact with your attractive demonic friend), your thoughts went back to the ring burning a hole in your pocket. "Ah, here." He (thankfully) stopped dancing as you pulled the ring unceremoniously from your pocket, thrusting it towards him. "Gotta have the matching set, right?"

Gosh. You were just so smooth. Cool was your middle name. The demon across from you definitely didn't notice your palms sweating, right?

"Ah… yeah. Yeah I guess so…" His earlier bravado fled from him like a frightened bird. He picked up the ring and fiddled with it for several moments, avoiding eye contact like one look could strike him re-dead.

"Y/N! Beej! C'mon! We're gonna be late!" Lydia shouted from the driveway, pulling you two from your stupor.

"Shit, right. Uh… let's go wrangle some children?" Beetlejuice said, attempting to sound suave and totally unbothered (and failing).

"Yes, let's shall!" You two were going to set a record for the smoothest not-couple in New England.

Lydia, itching to test out her provisional license, insisted on driving the three of you to the school where you would be meeting the other students. Saving you from making any further cool-headed and completely normal conversation, she took the liberty of walking you and Beetlejuice through the rules on the drive. "Beej, I'm going to need you to shapeshift. Can you make yourself look, you know, alive?"

He slapped his cheeks, turning his skin marginally pinker and wiggling his eyebrows at you as if he'd just built the Eiffel Tower in front of your very eyes.

"Can you put in about 1% effort, at least?" Lydia deadpanned.

He huffed and shook himself, emitting a puff of green smoke. The man who emerged looked like your demon friend, but cleaner and a bit… suburban. His hair was a muted brown with emerald green streaks at his temples, the moss and soil that usually clung to every crevice was gone (though the earthy scent remained). He even swapped out his signature striped suit for a casual black button up and dark wash jeans. He looked… well he still looked really damn attractive, especially when he used your staring at his new appearance to give you that cocky grin of his.

"Like what you see, tootse?" He said, running his left hand through his hair. Your eyes snapped to the ring, your ring, on his finger.

"Yeah, life suits you." You smiled sincerely. "Could do without the grave smell, though."

"Hey, that's my natural musk you're talking about. Drives my lovers crazy, if you know what I mean." He leaned towards you, craning his neck to give you a good angle to take a whiff.

You fought the urge to take an exploratory inhale. You were failing. Thankfully, Lydia literally snapped you out of it, before you could embarrass yourself a third time today, by clicking her fingers in agitation. "Let's focus, lovebirds. We're almost there. Y/N, you remember the backstory I gave you?"

"Yup! I moved here one year ago looking for a quiet place to write my book, (and God, do I wish the quiet part were true) and met BJ while I was working on my laptop in the diner on 7th. He told me he'd help me through some dialogue I was stuck on if I took him to dinner. The rest, as they say, is falsified history" At least the reason you moved to New England had been true, though you hadn't exactly found much quiet time for writing in the last few months.

"We snuck out and fucked in the alley behind the diner, right next to that graffiti of those two cartoon cats. It was hella romantic." Beetlejuice slung an arm around you, "you told me right then and there you couldn't live without me or my amazing penis. Of course, I have standards, so I made you wait a few months before I popped the question, but--"

"Beej." Lydia warned.

"What? You didn't give ME a rundown on OUR backstory, so I've gotta improvise."

"I gave you the notes three days ago, it's not my fault you drew dicks all over them, Just let your lovely, responsible spouse do the explaining, ok?" She said, pulling into a parking space in the back of the school. There was a bus waiting there to take them all to the airport, already full of kids. She quickly jogged up to the doors, taking a seat with two kids in the back that you assumed must be her friends. You wasted no time in hauling your luggage inside and addressing the crowd.

"Hi! I'm Mx. Shoggoth, call me Y/N. I'll be your guide--"

"That's my bit!" A disgruntled Beetlejuice complained, pushing you aside. "Hey kids, who's ready to party it up in the Big Easy? Maybe get your voodoo on?"

"We're here to make sure they DON'T get into trouble, BJ."

"Ugh, lame."

"Right. Anyway, this is my husband, Lawrence. You can call him BJ" You gestured to your partner in crime, whose cheeks were tinged with that familiar pink you were used to in his hair. "We're here to make sure y'all don't get mixed up in any voodoo or, you know, die in any fashion."

"Booooo." A teen moaned from the back of the bus. You could hear Lydia chuckling, as well.

"See? You're lame, the kid agrees." Beetlejuice smirked, shoving you aside and taking a seat at the front of the bus. He patted the seat next to him, glancing at you as you finished up your safety spiel.

"... and we'll be meeting your music teacher at the airport, so til then I've been told you should be looking through your sheet music." You ended your speech, taking your seat next to Beetlejuice.

"So professional. Keep that up and I may lose my libido forever." He snickered.

"Yeah well, your sex life isn't any of my concern." You hissed.

"Oh, isn't it? Is that any way to talk to your loving husband?" He grabbed your hand, grazing your knuckles with his lips for good measure. It seemed, once there was an audience, Beetlejuice transformed back into his needy perverted self with no issue.

You, on the other hand, were still easily flustered. Perhaps, you noted as you felt your cheeks practically light on fire and your breath catch in your throat, even more so with an audience. You contemplated jumping through the bus doors just as they closed, sealing you into your fate.

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One-

A Stranger Things 2 Fanfic

Chapter Two- Part Two

   Phina had barely made it through the day, her mind lost in the endless thoughts. What happened that morning, what had happened with Steve, it was driving her completely mad. She hated him, god damn, she hated him. She hated his caring ways, his gentle touch, his soft voice, she hated the way her stomach flipped when she looked into his sincere eyes. She hated him because he made it hard for her to hate him. It was all so much easier when he was "king Steve" the top asshole of the school, when him and his friends made her life miserable every chance they got. It was much easier.

   Things had changed, it wasn't like that anymore. Now, now she had to hide her feelings, terrified to face them. Because the thing was, she didn't hate him, she couldn't, she hated herself for the things she felt, and it was easier to blame it on him.

   It was easier to say that she hated him, because what she truly felt for him would destroy her sister.

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   By the time Phina had arrived at the party, it was in full swing. Outside and inside the house, teenagers partied, the music blasting so loud she heard it from down the street.

   As soon as she got to the thick of the clusters of people, she attracted almost every eye. Her outfit probably the most overly dramatic one there.

   She wore a black corseted dress, the top part being a literal corset that was semi-restricting, and showed of her curves, not to mention that it was strapless. The front part of the dress came to her thighs, while the back came all the way to the ground, the fabric lacy and a little sheer. Her makeup was the same as this morning, sharp and deadly. She wore the ruby red Victorian style necklace from this morning, and a matching ruby red ring, and pentagram earrings to add to the witchy factor. The best part of her out fit though, was the wand. It was strapped to her thigh by a thin lace band, ready to be grabbed at any moment.

Almost every eye was on her, even the blurry drunken ones. She made her way to the front door, smirking at ever eye she met. They parted seas for her, probably thinking she was actually a witch, ready to curse them at any moment.

Phina stepped through the front door of the house, again, attracting every eye. She searched the room, for a familiar face, unfortunately finding Steve's first. He stood next to Billy Hargrove, who's eyes roamed her body. Steve's eyes didn't roam, they met hers, and held them. She could see the memory there, the words said this morning, the things they felt.

She tore her gaze from as quickly as possible, this morning didn't happen for as far as she was concerned. Phina found Nancy walking to the kitchen, and she took off towards her. The crowd parting even in the small cramped space, Hawkins Freak, no one was willing to touch her, in fear, in wonder. The party resumed, teens awkwardly dancing to the loud music, drinking whatever could be supplied, kissing whoever the wanted too.

When she got over to the kitchen, she hears Nancy asks someone about the punch.

"Pure fuel, pure fuel!" He yelled, hitting his chest.

Phina pushes the kid away and stands next to her sister, "it's a hangover that you are not prepared for."

"How do you know," she asks, almost innocently.

"I bet you all most half the kids in her have spiked it with something strong from their parents liquor cabinet," Phina laughs, "it'll be enough to make you forget who you are."

"Good," Nancy says, going to grab a cup of it.

She quickly fills up the glass and starts to chug it, and to Phina's relief and dismay, Steve comes to stand next to her.

"Woah woah woah, hey, take it easy. Take it easy," he tries to warn her, "Nance."

She looks at him, almost annoyed, "we're just being stupid teenagers for the night, wasn't that the deal?"

She turns back to the punch bowl and scoops up another drink, again chugging it in seconds. She wipes a little off of her face and walks away, into the crowd of dancing, sweaty, teens, starting to dance.

Phina shakes her head at her little sister, "she's going to regret this."

"Yeah," Steve agrees, leaning forward on the counter to watch Nancy go.

Phina scoops up two cups of punch, handing one of them to Steve, "you look like you need this."

He looks down at it and his eyes travel up her arm and to her face, she looked beautiful, she always did. Oh he was gonna need more than just one cup.

He grabs it from her, "to being stupid teenagers."

She raises her cup, "to being stupid teenagers, cheers."

They tap their cups together, and down them. The bittersweet taste swirling on Phina's tongue, so many different alcohols mixed with the fruit punch. She breathes deeply after she's done, chuckling a little, Steve copying her. A single drop of punch slides down her chin, and he raises his hand to wipe it away. His warm fingers brush across her face, lingering for a moment.

She looks up into his eyes, stupid teenagers indeed. She took a small step away from him, dipping her cup back in the punch, if she wanted to make it through this night, she was going to need a lot of this.

"Lets go find Nancy," she said, and they fell back to reality.

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They danced in the middle of the living room, having the time of their lives. Everyone was smiling, laughing, and pretending. Nancy was drunk off her ass, Phina was trying her hardest to stay away from Steve, and Steve was, breaking. Yet they put on a facade, a play, Stupid Teenagers.

Phina spun, her hands in the air, laughing as she did. When she stops, she sees Nancy making her way back to the kitchen, Steve following her. Phina groaned, following after him. Nancy was to drunk, at this rate, if she kept drinking, she'd die of alcohol poisoning.

Phina pushes her way through the crowd, well behind the two she chased after. When she gets close, she hears them arguing, and as soon as she breaks through the crowd, the cup of punch they had been fighting over, flies upwards and all the liquid falls on Nancy's front. The entire party yells, and then goes quiet, watching the couple.

Nancy looks down at the front of her white outfit, now stained red, "what the hell?"

She pushes past Steve and makes her way towards the bathroom, Steve watching her go, "Nance."

He follows her, running to catch her, leaving Phina there by herself. She sighs, the night had gone to shy really quick.

"Phina," asks a voice to her right, Jonathan.

She turns to him and smiles, "you came! What about Will?"

"He'll be ok, if Mike's anything like you, he won't let anything happen," Jonathan laughs.

"Yeah, well you're lucky that Mike is exactly like me," Phina sighs, "I'm not so sure that's a good thing."

"What just happened," Jon asks, nodding towards the puddle on the floor.

"Nancy is drunk, wasted," Phina shakes her head, looking down sadly, "Steve was trying to stop her from drowning herself in alcohol, as you can see it didn't go to well."

Jonathan places a hand on her arm, "she'll be ok Phina."

"Yeah," she lets out a pitiful laugh, "she's got Steve to take care of her."

Phina didn't say it, but Jonathan saw right through her, Steve Harrington was the problem here, and Jonathan knew that she didn't know how to handle this.

They hear a door slam upstairs and watch as Steve comes rushing down, going straight towards the door. Phina instantly sees the emotion on his face, in his eyes, despair. Something had happened up there.

"Can you make sure Nancy is ok," Phina asks Jon, looking towards were Steve went to the door.

"Go, I'll get her home," Jonathan tells her.

She thanks him with a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before she is rushing after Steve. She pushed her way out the door and almost frantically looking around for Steve. She quickly found him walking to his car, his arms resting on top of his head. Phina walked towards him, carefully.

   He kicked the back tire of his car, angrily yelling.

   "Steve," she asked him quietly.

   He spun around to face her, and she instantly saw the tears tracking down his face. And her heart broke, what had her sister done.

   "Steve," she whispers sadly, "what happened?"

   "She doesn't love me Phina," he stuttered, hardly breathing, "she called it bullshit."

   "She's drunk Steve, she doesn't know what she's saying," she tries to comfort him, stepping closer to him.

   "You're right. If she was sober she wouldn't have said that, she would have just thought it," he breathes, "drunk words are sober thoughts."

   She sighed, "I know Steve, I know, I'm sorry."

   He shakes his head, "don't be."

   "I will be if I want to Harrington," she tells him sternly, "because whether you like it or not I'm sorry."

   He smiles, "you're so passionate about everything you feel."

   "You know that better than anyone Harrington," she jokes, "remember when I hated you?"

   His heart stops, reading into the words more than he probably should have, "when? I thought you still hated me."

   Her head falls, she regretted her words, but there was no going back now.

   "No Harrington, I don't hate you," she shakes her head, looking up at him, "not anymore."

   She felt uneasy, so she reached up to her neck and grabbed her charm. His eyes fall on her hand and light up, the sadness in them lessening. His mind flashes back to what happened in the bathroom, to something that Nancy had said.

"Nance," he whispers.

"Why don't you go find Phina," she slurs, "I know Steve."

   Steve knew what she had meant, Nancy knew what he felt, more than he knew himself. Now, standing in front of Phina, under the moon, the distant sound of partying teens, he realized what he felt, and for the first time, he wasn't scared of it.

-1737 words-

Oh my god that is honestly so cute. I am actually so obsessed with Steve and Phina's relationship and I cannot wait to develop it further. Sorry this update has take so long, a lot of crap has been happening lately and I haven't had the time to write. Anyway, tell me what you guy think of it, and if you have any suggestions feel free to comment them.

-Morgan