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sawyerconfort · 1 year

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more winona characters x reader, please!

winona ryder is turning your kids gay 51!

so I decided that, in celebration of that, I would take this old request and make it a special preference for her birthday!

here we go, preferences with my favorite Winona characters (the best known ones too, because it would be easy for everyone to read and recognize the situations), to celebrate her birthday!

Masterlist is pinned on the blog!

Enjoy!

Got any requests? Please send me an ask!

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First “I Love You” With Winona Ryder characters

W H A T H A P P E N S W H E N...

(Veronica Sawyer, Joyce Byers, Kim Boggins, Lydia Deetz and Mina Murray)

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Veronica Sawyer

You were lying on her bed after an exhausting day at school. Veronica was your one and only girlfriend, and all the times you had spent together were your best moments.

But in the midst of it all, there was JD. Jason Dean and his obsession with Veronica, on the sickest level imaginable.

You knew he wanted Veronica, but it annoyed you a lot and you thought you were insufficient when she paid attention to him and fell for her charms. However, he never asked your girlfriend if she had feelings for him.

At least not until now.

“Seriously, (Y\NN), why are you so sad?”, Veronica asked, while you were cuddling on the bed. She was the smallest spoon and had noticed how distant you seemed as you petted her.

"I'm not."

“Yes, you are,” she nodded. "Actually, I think I already know why...", Veronica smiled and took your face with both hands. “Is it because of JD?”

You swallowed hard but didn't respond.

“Oh, (Y\NN), that's bullshit!”, she smiled, still with her hands on her face. "Everyone knows he's a little shit looking for attention, and that I only have eyes for girls... in fact, one girl in particular who is the most beautiful girl in the world..."

Veronica kissed you in a quick peck, and you remained speechless until then. She was still holding her face when she broke the kiss, and close to her lips, whispered a loud, resounding, "I love you," just so you could be sure she was yours, and would never be anyone else's.

Joyce Byers

It all happened after what happened with Will. It had been a difficult time for Joyce, and you had come along just in time, as the savior of the homeland, heroically returning to the city and helping her and Deputy Hopper solve the mystery of the Hawkins Lab and its shenanigans.

Now the two of you were sitting on the porch of the Byers' house, smoking casually, you amused that Joyce was no longer a smoker. Suddenly, she turned and smiled at you.

“I probably would’ve died without your help, (Y\N).”

“My help?”, you widened your eyes. "I didn't do anything, Joyce, really."

“Yes, you did” she whispered, calmly. “If it weren't for you, I never would have found out where Will was. And I would never have had the courage to go into that horrible place and suffer those psychological tortures with that half-baked doctor, you know?”

Joyce smiled and took you free hand. “Remember how cowardly you were in high school, (Y\N)?” that was funny. “No, I'm serious. You couldn't even kill a fly. Seeing you like this reminded me of something I had promised myself I would forget...”

“What something?”

You dropped the question, knowing you'd regret it later.

Joyce cleared her throat and pressed her fingers through yours. "I used to like you. I loved you. Since high school, when you were a coward,” she sighed. “And since then, I've never been able to love anyone .I love you, (Y\NN), since we were eighteen..."

Kim Boggs

In fact, the whole thing happened because you were talking to Kim's family after Edward disappeared. She was visibly shaken, because she loved him more than she could have predicted, and she didn't imagine that one day he would leave her for good, despite her faults.

She was casually walking down the hall when she overheard you talking in the kitchen:

"I don't know how I'm going to do it, sir, actually..." You cleared your throat uncomfortable. “I don't know how I'm going to be able to tell her I love her even after what happened. I'm in love with Kim, but she hasn't gotten over the loss of the boy with the Scissorhands..."

Kim cocked her head into a corner of the hallway, hoping you wouldn't see her. And she did, because she was good at hiding.

"And not that I hate it, I understand it more than it seems, because..." you sighed. “I also feel guilty and shaken by his escape. The boy had so much to teach us and he just decides to leave...” You took a step forward. “But the point is, I love Kim, and I'm not giving up on her until I can make her happy again. But for this to come true, I will need your blessing.”

Kim listened for a few more minutes behind the wall, but collected herself when you passed her. In a split second, Kim lost her posture and grabbed you by the arm, kissing you in surprise.

“I'm in love with you too, (Y\N). I love you, sincerely.”

Lydia Deetz

“Alone again, Lydia?”

“I wish it were like this every day.”

You smiled, sitting down next to her. People used to say Lydia Deetz was just a weirdo, but you didn't think that of her. At least not that she remembered. Lydia had her personal problems and her anger at the world, but that didn't mean it made her weird or mean.

You wanted to do everything to make her happy. You liked the rare moments when her smile lit up the dark environment in which she was isolated.

"If you came here to see me, it's because you're in trouble, right, (Y\N)?"

"You're right, Deetz," you replied, smiling awkwardly. “Not that I expect you to be able to help me, but I wanted to ask you for advice. It's about a girl, one of those girls I'm in love with right now,” you sighed. “She's beautiful, but she doesn't see it. And she lives in her world, she fascinates me day after day. But I don't have the courage to tell her that..."

“What are you afraid of, exactly?” Lydia returned the question.

“Of rejection.”

"Serious? Dammit!” she yelled, a little loudly. “I don't know why you fear. You're one of the nicest girls I know, there's no way anyone can turn you down. Unless he's someone like Beetlejuice.”

"You think?"

Lydia shrugged, and you hoped she'd change her mind, but she just kept saying, “Not only do I think you're one of the nicest and nicest girls I know. No one has ever been as good to me in their life as you have been. They always think I'm weird, weird, out of the ordinary... and you think I'm normal. Someone who rejects you has chicken brains for a head.”

You blushed a little and replied, in the lowest possible voice:

“I think…I'm sure I'm in love with you, Lydia Deetz. Even more so after that declaration of love.”

She smiled, rolling her eyes. “It wasn't a declaration of love, idiot,” but she turned around and pressed a kiss to your cheek suddenly. “It really wasn't.”

Mina Murray

"MINA!"

You screamed, but it was too late. The woman, now a vampire, stood with her arms out in the sun, waiting for certain death to come. You were trying to save her, but Mina was on the higher side of the mountain, where she was cold—she obviously wouldn't feel that cold.

“I told you to leave me alone. I can bite you,” she said, taking a deep breath, her voice muffled by the noise of the fog.

“I WON'T DO IT!” you yelled back. “AND YOU WON'T BITE ME ALSO, BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU. I DON'T WANT YOU TO FEEL THREATENED BY ME, MINA.”

“Go away,” she pleaded in a scream that was cut off, her voice cracking. “Can't you see I've become a monster now? A demon, like who bit me?”

Suddenly, the sun hit Mina's skin full. She fell, moaning and screaming as you ran to help her. Holding her in his arms, he could see a trickle of blood running down and the fangs showing.

"Are you…afraid of me…are you…" Mina whispered weakly. “It was what I feared, but I knew it would happen. That's why I wanted to keep you out of my existence as one of them..."

You squeezed her closer. “I'm not afraid of you, Mina! I want to save her.”

She was silent, eyes open towards the sun. And then, minutes later, she pressed your lips together in a kiss, which ended with something that felt like a moan, like she was forcing herself not to hurt herself and not to hurt me either.

“I love you, Mina. Vampire or human, you will always be my Mina.”

“I love you more,” the girl breathed. “I love you more than my existence.”

#winona ryder #winona #winona ryder x reader #heathers #beetlejuice #edward scissorhands #dracula #stranger things #veronica sawyer x reader #joyce byers x reader #kim boggs x reader #mina murray x reader #lydia deetz x reader #lgbt #romance #oneshot #preference #in honor of her birthday #sorry i'm almost too late

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spookie-bitch · 7 days

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🖤Information station🖤

Who I write for

Jenna Ortega Wednesday Tara Carpenter Lorraine Day Cruella (2021) Lydia Deetz Harley Quinn (any universe) Ellie Williams

What I will write

Female x female

Female x gender neutral

Parent x kid (platonic)

Fluff, angst, dark themes, gore, comfort, trauma

What I will not write

Female x male

Parent x kid (not platonic)

Smut, incest, rape, yandere,

Material list

If you have any questions feel free to ask :)

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem reader #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday addams #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #lorraine x reader #lorraine day x reader #cruella 2021 #cruella #cruella de vil #Cruella x reader #lydia deetz #Lydia Deetz x reader #harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader

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lesbainbitch · 1 year

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Request post

willing to write for Scream 5-6, GMW (Girl meets world), beetlejuce the musical or movie, female celebrities, Wednesday, and more in the future.

Will write Smut, Fluff, Angst.

pls request

#Girl meets world #lydia deetz x reader #Tara carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x reader #mindy meeks x reader #amber freeman x reader #mikey madison x reader

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 month

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Y/N, the spawn of Beetlejuice, appears before Astrid…

Y/N: hey there

Astrid: hey yourself

Y/N: I know I’m new around but…you are beautiful

Astrid: you’re dead

Y/N: I’m glad to wait until you can join me. Decades mean nothing to me, baby

Astrid actually blushes…

Gif originally posted by @tay-swifts

#tim burton #beetlejuice #beetlejuice beetlejuice #astrid deetz #lydia deetz #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #handbook for the recently deceased

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leeeeeeeeech · 2 months

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Beetlejuice: pretending to joke So when are you going to go out with me? Y/n: I don't know. When are you going to ask me to? Lydia: And you just ran away?! Beetlejuice: I didn't expect them to flirt back!

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x y/n #incorrect quotes #lydia deetz

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betelgeusx3s-badfanfiction · 5 months

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Beetlejuice, texting Y/N: Y/N! Help I’m being kidnapped Y/N: *Where are you?* Beetlejuice: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help. Y/N: I’ll call Lydia. Lydia, answering their cell: Y’ello? Y/N: Where’s Beetlejuice? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. Lydia: Beetlejuice? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me- Lydia: ... Lydia: I’ll call you back. *hangs up* Lydia: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD! Beetlejuice: WHO ARE YOU?!

I found an incorrect quotes generator it was funny sorry... i may add more..

Delias name i was drawing a blank

Beetlejuice: Good morning. Y/N: Good morning. Lydia: Good morning. Daphne: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit. Adam: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

^i think i have seen this one

#beetlejuice #betelgeuse #musical beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #incorrect quote #incorrect quotes #lydia deetz #y/n #source: incorrect quotes generator

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punkrockvalkyrie · 8 months

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Half an hour before game night...

Y/N: Hey Beej, do you have a minute?

BJ: *places something behind on a table behind him* Sure Babes. What's up?

Y/N: First off, I'm so happy that you're enjoying the game and the whole roleplaying aspect. That being said, would you mind cutting back on seducing Adam's character and pretty much every NPC? It honestly makes me a little uncomfortable describing one or more 'fade to black' scenes every time we play.

BJ: Aw, c'mon Y/N! Those are fun for me! Everyone else likes 'em

Adam, Lydia, and Barbara: *from the next room* No we don't!

BJ: *pouts* Well, I like 'em

Y/N: *sighs* what about this, dude - I will let you do a 'fade to black' scene ONCE every other game. However, it will require a Nat 20 Charisma check. Deal?

BJ: Deal! *pulls Y/N in for a hug*

Y/N: *hugs back* Great. Thanks for being so understanding about thi-wait, what's this?

*Y/N picks up a half-blank d20 that has crudely painted 20s all over with a hastily written note that reads 'BJ's Seduction Die'*

Y/N: BEETLEJUICE!

BJ: Heh, whoops! *Grabs the die and the note* See ya for game night, Babes! *quickly poofs away*

Y/N: *eye twitch* I, I need a nap. And maybe some alcohol

#beetlejuice #dungeons and dragons #alex brightman #justin collette #pmseymourva #beetlejuice is a bardlock #musical beetlejuice x reader #roll for initiative #lydia deetz #adam maitland #barbara maitland #beetlejuice x reader

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musical-shit-show · 2 years

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The “i’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met.” Prompt screams musical juice to me, maybe something like a mutual confession?

call my bluff, call you “babe”

Pairing: Musical!Beetlejuice x Reader

Inspiration: Prompt #6 (i’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met.”) from Prompt List #1 requested by @nak3d-snak3

Warnings: anxiety, cursing, reader and bj are both dumbasses, mutual pining, light fluff

Word Count: 2,175

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request! Apologies for the delay on this, I had about a thousand words written for a different concept but scrapped it and started from scratch. As always, check out my masterlist, about me page, prompt lists, or submit an ask!

“Oh my god, you are beyond obvious.”

“What are you even talking about, Lyds? Can’t a dead guy check himself out in the mirror every once in a while?”

The teen crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow.

“You can’t fool me, you know. I know you’re into the neighbor.” Beetlejuice scoffed at his reflection, picking worriedly at a particularly unruly patch of moss that was growing on his right temple. Lydia noticed his expression and narrowed her eyes. “And since when do you care about how you look?”

“Since always,” he deadpanned, “Haven’t you ever wondered why I wear this snazzy suit? Really makes ‘em go crazy.”

If there was one thing Beetlejuice was good at, it was using humor as a deflection tool. That, and scaring the shit out of breathers.

He didn’t scare you, though. He never did.

In fact, the first time you two met, the first time he tried to scare you, you laughed. In his face. In front of Lydia, who also burst out laughing as soon as you cracked a smile.

Even he could admit that your first encounter bruised his ego a bit, but as soon as you introduced yourself and he was able to sneak a few sideways glances, he knew he hadn’t met a breather quite like you before. Plus, it didn’t hurt that you were easy on the eyes.

It didn’t take long for the demon to fall, and fall hard. And that scared the shit out of him so much that he’d much rather pretend those feelings didn’t exist.

Sure, he was good a for laugh and a flirt whenever you made your way over to the house to visit, but he knew someone like you would never actually be with someone like him.

For fuck’s sake, he was a dead guy! A dead guy with an acknowledged sketchy past and impressive kill count. But you? You were kind, and funny without being mean, and you seemed to always know when Lydia was down and the exact remedy, which was usually whatever recipe you decided to test out that week.

And there you were, walking down the road with your plate of slightly burned snickerdoodles, ready for another night of “babysitting” Lydia. More accurately, you were giving peace of mind to Charles, who was out of town with Delia and still didn’t love the idea of his daughter alone in the house with a mischievous demon.

Plus, you didn’t mind. You had quickly bonded with Lydia, and even caught glimpses of your younger self in her from time to time. You even grew fond of Beetlejuice, much to your surprise.

He made you double over with laughter, demonstrated some of his powers while Lydia teased him about being a show off, and told you all about the Netherworld, never sparing an unsavory detail.

And before you knew it, your attraction to him hit you like a ton of bricks.

Sure, you had questionable taste in men before, but this was something else entirely. And yes, he flirted with you almost constantly, but you distinctly remember Lydia telling you that he was, quote “basically horny for everyone” so you tried to not ascribe any meaning to it.

Which only led to you keeping your feelings as close to your chest as you could.

Of course, this unresolved tension drove Lydia up the wall. It was clear to her that you two liked each other, but you were either both too stubborn or scared or outright oblivious to do anything about it.

As she stared at the demon, who was still fixated on making himself as presentable as possible, the doorbell rang. Beetlejuice’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, the tips of his hair growing a sickly yellow color.

“If I were you, Beej, I’d try to get that under control,” Lydia remarked, pointing to his hair, “You’re my best friend, but I actually like our neighbor, so don’t—”

“What, scare her off?” he scoffed, “Lyds, it didn’t work the first time, I doubt she’s gonna be put off by a little color changing. She doesn’t know what it means, anyways.” He said that last bit under his breath, folding his arms over the frayed lapels of his jacket. Though you picked up on when his usually bright green coif turned an angry red or melancholic purple, Beetlejuice hadn’t given you a full lesson in Stupid Demon Mood Ring Hair 101.

Lydia rolled her eyes and trampled down the stairs, greeting you with a smile. You said hello to Beetlejuice, who grunted a small “how goes it” before planting himself on the carpet in front of the TV. The plate of cookies you brought over was sitting on the coffee table, and you were reading a book while Lydia finished up a school art project in the kitchen.

You peered over the pages of the weathered novel to see Beetlejuice staring up at you, eyes as wide as saucers. You quirked an eyebrow at him, “Do you want to sit up here, Beej?”

As if coming out of a trance, he blinked a few times before chuckling nervously, “Only if you’re okay with me taking up some of your real estate, toots.”

“Yeah, of course,” you smirked, patting the spot right next to you, “I don’t mind.”

How you were playing it this cool, you had no idea. Sure, the two of you had exchanged a light touch here and there, but your heartbeat quickened as soon as he tested the waters by laying his head against your thigh.

You impulsively wondered how dirty his hair must’ve been, given the state of his suit. Would a demon who didn’t bother washing his clothing even think of shampooing? You shuddered slightly, but from the looks of it, his hair looked strangely well kept, albeit wild and almost having a mind of its own.

Absentmindedly, you started twirling your fingers through the strands, doing your best to act enthralled in the book you were clutching in your free hand. Much to your surprise, his hair was soft and fluffy.

Within seconds, you felt a small vibration coming from his throat. The motherfucker was purring. Actually purring. “Oh my god,” you squeal, unable to contain yourself, “you’re like a cat. That is adorable.”

Beetlejuice could’ve died a third time hearing you call him adorable. A light pink hue crept its way through his scalp.

You quirked an eyebrow, “What does pink mean?”

“Hmm?” Beetlejuice pretended like he didn’t hear you.

“The pink. In your hair.” your mouth twitched upward, examining the demon’s startled expression, “I’ve never seen your hair change color like that before. Does it mean something, or…?”

He sat up immediately, making eye contact with Lydia, who just shot him a look from the kitchen table. A look that said ‘Figure out what you’re going to say, you big, stripey idiot!’.

“Oh, uh,” he muttered, “Well—”

“I’ll be right back,” Lydia blurted, “Gotta, um, get something from my room.” As she clomped up the stairs, she couldn’t help but relish in the fact that you had managed to render Beetlejuice nearly catatonic.

“Oh, okay!” you said cheerily, setting your book down entirely and throwing your legs onto the couch. You furrowed your brow for a moment, and then turned your eye towards the demon, who sported a nervous look, the pink in his hair replaced with his usual lime green with the smallest tinge of yellow.

“What’s wrong, toots?” he attempted to come off nonchalant, “I thought we were having a great time complimenting me.”

You let out a small laugh. “Oh nothing, I was just…thinking.” You decided not to press him on the shade of his coif; you mind was starting to wander, wander towards a time only a few short months prior.

Life was so different then. Before picked up everything, moved to a new town, and leased a small cottage that was right down the road from the house you now sat in. Before you met Lydia and her parents, Charles and Delia. Before Lydia let it slip that her house was haunted and you met Adam and Barbara.

Before Beetlejuice tried to scare you. Tried being the operative word. You were never afraid of him; in fact, you thought he was fascinating at first. But as you got to know him, you could see the sweetness under the rough exterior.

“I just…you’re not at all what I expected. When I first met you, I mean.”

He grinned widely, a giddy glint in his amber eyes, “Oh, babes, I think you’ll find I’m full of surprises.”

You couldn’t help but let out a light laugh, feeling at ease around him despite your heart squeezing in your chest. You knew Beetlejuice frequently traveled to and from the Netherworld, and you were sure he had someone on the other side.

Someone far better suited for him than you could ever be.

You tried to shake that nagging feeling from the back of your mind. Despite the fact that it wouldn’t work out between the two of you, a little harmless flirting never hurt anyone, right? Still, you weren’t great at masking your emotions, and you tried your best to turn your attention elsewhere.

“Uh, so, any ideas on entertaining Lydia? A movie is always a solid choice, or we could play a board game—”

“What’s up with you?” he asked, curious with a twinge of sadness in his voice, “I thought we were doing the whole flirting thing pretty well, what happened?”

Shit. When did he become so perceptive?

“Oh, I—”

“Was it something I said?” Beetlejuice felt a rush of anxiety, trying his best to fight off that familiar feeling of abandonment from rearing its ugly head.

You couldn’t take it anymore. If you didn’t say anything at that moment, your equally debilitating insecurity would never tell him the truth.

“No, Beej it’s not that,” you said finally, picking at your nailbeds, “I just…I like you, okay? Actually like you. Way more than I was expecting, as a matter of fact. And I know that we just flirt and it’s great and fun and you probably have like, a super-hot demon girlfriend you go visit in the Netherworld or something but…I like you, and I just had to get that off my chest, okay?”

The demon was, for once, speechless.

“Please say something,” you begged, hushing your voice, “At least before Lydia comes back downstairs.”

Beetlejuice couldn’t help but simper at your uneasy state, “First off, I’m flattered you think I have a super-hot demon girlfriend,” he joked, cutting the awkwardness in the air, “But I don’t. I don’t really, uh, do that shit in the Netherworld anymore. Not since I met you.”

“What?”

“Sugar, I’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met. I thought it was you who wouldn’t want me on account of, well, this.” He gestured to his general form, smiling in a very self-deprecating way. “That’s what pink means, that I have the hots for ya.” He pointed back up at his hair, which was now almost completely changed to that same light pinkish color as before.

You shook your head incredulously, feeling like a complete idiot for not catching on sooner. You couldn’t help but let a dumbstruck grin spread across your face, not believing that your confession would actually be reciprocated.

“So, since we’re past the formalities,” he slid closer, putting his arm around you, “How’s about a little tonsil hockey before the kid comes back?”

“The kid can hear you by the way!” Lydia called from the top of the steps, “And no one says ‘tonsil hockey’ anymore, old man.” Your face grew flush, but Beetlejuice just stuck out his tongue as Lydia made her way back down the steps.

The younger girl stood in front of you and Beetlejuice, who had already staked his claim and pulled you as close to him as humanly possible. “Look, I don’t care what you do, just don’t do it in front of me, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, holding back a giggle.

“Scout’s honor,” Beetlejuice chimed in, crossing his non-beating heart. He did manage to lean over and whisper in your ear, “We’ll just have to go to your place, huh babes?”

“Hmm, we’ll see,” you said coyly, “If you actually let Lydia pick the movie this time.”

“Ugh.”

“And not make a ruckus.”

“Ughhhh.”

“And actually let me pay attention to what’s on the screen for once.”

“Well, that might be hard to do. A little birdie told me you’re super into me.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ would you two stop flirting and help me pick something!” Lydia sounded as though she was ready to vomit from all the incessant teasing.

“Okay you’re right, you’re right,” you said, snuggling into the demon’s side just a bit more, “She’s gonna hate us, isn’t she?”

“Oh yeah,” he said with a smirk, “too bad we’re just getting started.”

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Thanks for reading, and thanks again to @nak3d-snak3 for the request!

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seraphim-writes · 2 years

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Uhm uhm can u write a fluff story in which beetlejuice tries to impress reader but he kinda fails at everything he attempts and feels bad so reader has to cheer him up and ensure him everything is fine and she appreciates him 👉👈

What a lovely idea! I'd be more than happy to write this.

So sorry it took so long!

Today was the day. Today was the day he was going to impress you. Ever since the day he met you he knew he had to woo you. Today he woke up before you in order to make breakfast. Wandering down to the kitchen he began grabbing ingredients left and right. Not all of them were necessary of course but what’s better than a little extra pizazz? He begin to throw handfuls of ‘extra pizazz’ into the simple pancake batter. Coming down the stairs you mumbled a tired greeting to Beetlejuice as you rubbed your eyes.

“Morning babes! I made ya breakfast!” He handed you a plate of what he called breakfast. In all honesty the food looked ghastly. Sitting down you hesitantly began to eat the pancakes. It tasted of strongly of salt. You cringed eating it but tried to smile. “It’s not good is it?”

“Haha…no not really.” You sighed swallowing. He frowned. He must of mistook the salt for sugar. Shrugging this off as a one time thing he went back to his normal self and followed you as you got ready for school. Little did you know he had packed your bag already! Upon seeing this you smiled warmly. “Thanks Beej your the best.” You grab your bag heading to school. Upon arriving at the campus library you sit down and open up your bag. A swarm of indistinguishable insects fly out and buzz around you. One landed on your hand and bit you. Taking a closer look it was a love beetle. The class screamed in agony and terror at the swarm. Looking over your shoulder you saw an embarrassed Beetlejuice. “ We’re talking about this later.” His hair turned a soft purple hue. Class had continued on like normal ignoring the beetles as that was how public schools handled things. Eventually classes had gone by and you had gone home. Dropping your bag on the floor one last beetle flew out, which Beetlejuice promptly caught and ate. Gross. You thought to yourself and chuckled. Turning to him you placed a semi-irritated hand on your hip and sighed. “What’s up with you today Beej? First breakfast and then the beetles?” You asked trying not to raise your voice out of frustration.

“I-It’s not what it looks like babes!” He said lip quivering almost. His voice for some reason sounded shaky. He began running his hands through his hair, eyes darting around trying to find the words. “I was trying to impress you! I wanted to surprise you since I know finals are stressing you out…but nothing I do turns out right.” Your hand dropped from your hip as you reached out and embraced the clearly upset spector. He was cold as ever but you thought you felt the tiniest bit of wetness on your shirt.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay Beej. Everything is fine, no one got hurt. It’s the thought that counts Beej. I appreciate you even with out all this extra stuff.” He sniffs before happily nodding in the crook of your neck . His hair now a soft pink he mumbles.

“Thanks babes.”

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice x you #beetlejuice x reader #Beej #lydia deetz #adam maitland #character x reader #x reader #beetlejuice the musical

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spookysweet-heart · 2 years

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Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist (1)

Request: Heyy :) could you write a Lydia X reader? I have like no ideas cause I’m a useless lesbian I’m sorry

Pairings: Lydia Deetz x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Beetlejuice

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you to @seriously-just-gay for requesting this! Sorry it’s taken me so long to finally get this done! Unfortunately, this has to be split into two parts because i had too much inspiration for it! I hope you like it! Edited by @semiproeagle, collage was made by me!

Pacing around the living room, you couldn't help but panic. “What the hell just happened?!” One minute you were sitting at the dinner table like every night before, and the next, everything went black, and you woke up in the living room.

Stopping in the middle of the room, you saw your parents standing in the doorway, covered in mud and soaked from the rain. “Oh my god, are you guys okay?!” They don’t acknowledge you, but you could see that they were weirdly calm about the situation.

“I can’t believe it happened…”

“I’ll put the stuff in the shed, go wash up.” Your father reassuringly squeezed your mother's shoulder as she nodded and headed upstairs.

“Guys, what’s going on?! What happened?!” Why were they ignoring you? It felt like you were invisible. This had to be a bad dream, right? There was no way this was real.

Following behind your father, you went to put your hands on his shoulders. It made him stop in his tracks and he looked behind him. For a second, you had a sliver of hope that maybe this was just a dream, but you could tell he was looking right through you instead of at you.

He shivered and composed himself as he picked up his toolbox that was in the hallway. “I should check the windows when I come back inside.”

“Dad! Please, look at me!” Something started to click in your mind while tears streamed down your cheeks. Taking a deep breath in, you stood in the middle of the hallway, watching your father get closer to the back door. With everything you had, you decided to scream as loud as you could. You didn’t mean to cause a huge mess, but it was impossible to stop.

To you, your voice carried throughout the house, causing the windows and front door to violently open and close. The glass dishes and vases seemed to burst out of nowhere, making the kitchen and living room floor to be covered in glass.

Breathing heavily, you fell to your knees and looked up at your father, who was trying his hardest not to run away. Dropping his toolbox, he yelled for your mother to come downstairs quickly. Your vision became blurry, and your hearing was muffled. All you could see were silhouettes of your parents gathering their coats and rushing out of the house.

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Waking up in your old bedroom made you feel safe. You didn't know how much time had passed since the last time you saw your parents, but you knew it had been awhile. Looking out the window, you saw that the trees had started to turn bright orange and yellow.

Walking downstairs, you were startled when the front door opened. Immediately, you ran back upstairs to hide in the doorway of your bedroom.

Peaking your head out, you watched as a man who looked like he’s in his mid-forties walked in with a woman who looked around your age, maybe a little older.

“Now Lydia, I must reiterate that this house is going to take a lot of work to fix from the ground up.” Removing her sunglasses, Lydia looked around the entryway. She hummed as she took everything in.

Never in your entire life had you seen someone wear so much black. It made sense for fall in a way, but you had a feeling it was a year-round thing for her. When she took off her sunglasses, you felt like you had to hide even more seeing how cute she was.

“I don’t think it needs too much work. Rewiring the electricity, dusting, and throwing away any furniture we can’t use or save would be the most difficult part. This house could use a fresh coat of paint inside and out. But I want to keep the original colors.”

Lydia followed the realtor, making their way into the living room. “Are you sure you don’t want to freshen up the place by adding a new color?”

Shaking her head, Lydia smiled softly as she remembered her friends Adam and Barbara, and how they felt when her family decided to move into their home. “I’d like to keep things as they were, as much as I can. You never know how much work the previous owners put into their home. I want to respect it.”

The realtor nodded, understanding her choice. “Very well. When would you like to move in?”

Lydia glanced around the living room, seeing the pictures on the wall of the family that used to live here. “What happened to the family?” Carefully, she picked up one of the picture frames. Dusting it off, she saw a happy couple with their daughter. For a moment, it reminded her of her parents.

“Ah, well, the couple that owned the house decided to sell after their daughter had a terrible accident. This is what I was told by them. Nothing happened in the house, but they just decided to up and leave.”

Putting the picture back on the mantle, Lydia glanced at the staircase as she saw a shadow moving at the top of the stairs.

“I hope that doesn’t change anything. I assure you, if something did happen in the house I’d be happy to lower the price.”

Lydia shook her head, smiled, and made her way out of the living room and down the small hallway leading into the kitchen. “Even if something did happen here,” Running a finger over the counter covered in a layer of dust, she wiped it off with a napkin she had in her bag. “I don’t think I’d mind. I like the most unusual things in life and death.”

“Right, so, uh, when would you like to move in?”

“As soon as possible. I was thinking by the end of the week?”

“The end of the week?! I-I mean yes, of course. But wouldn’t that be too rushed?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t have many things to bring in.”

Nodding, the realtor handed her his clipboard and a pen to sign her name on the agreement.

Taking the clipboard, Lydia signed the agreement. “Do you believe in the supernatural?” Smiling, she handed the clipboard back.

“Well, I believe there’s a place we all must go after death, but I don’t think there’s anything beyond death.”

“My parents thought the same thing back when I was a teenager. I was always the one who thought differently.”

Looking over the papers, the realtor nodded and gestured for her to walk in front of him. Letting her pass by, he smiled. “Did you want to take a look upstairs?”

Hearing him say that made you immediately hide, hoping she would say no.

“Not today. I’ll look around more up there during the week to see what we can save or need to throw out.”

Sighing, feeling relieved, you peeked out of the nearby window that had a view of the driveway. Watching them get into a car and drive away, your eyes followed them until they turned at the end of the street.

Walking over to your bed, you sat down, looking around your room. Everything looked so dusty. Laying on your back, you looked up at your ceiling.

You thought about cleaning up the place, even just a little, before Lydia came back. You were still able to interact with things just fine, but you second-guessed yourself, thinking it would be way too weird if she came back to everything being cleaned after just seeing it like this.

Regardless of whether or not you cleaned it made you feel frustrated. The thought of the first and only time a cute girl might come into your room and it looked awful.

“Ugh! Why am I even freaking out about all this! It’s not like she’d be able to see me anyway.” Grabbing one of your plushies, you held it close to your chest. “I hate this. I don’t like being ignored.”

Sighing, you ran your fingers through the plushie's hair. You smiled for a brief moment. “I guess it won’t be too bad having someone else here, but,” Squeezing the plush a little tighter, you looked over at the picture you took of your parents, your smile fading. “But what if I feel even more alone with someone here than how I do now with no one here?”

Hearing a thump downstairs startled you, making you sit up immediately. Putting your plush to the side, you stood up and walked over to your doorway to peek out into the hall and top of the staircase.

“Hello?” Pausing to listen to any noise that might come up, you were only met with silence. “Hello? Is anyone down there?” You tried again, but were still met with silence. “What am I doing? They wouldn't hear me even if there was someone down there.”

You poked your head into the living room, but didn't see anyone around. You were about to go check the kitchen when you noticed something on the coffee table.

A book.

Curiously walking over to it, you picked it up and blew some of the dust off the cover. “Weird, I’ve never seen this before.” Looking at the cover, you ran your fingers over the title. “Handbook for the Recently Deceased…what is this?”

Opening the book, you flip to the first page. The Table of Contents.

“One, Behavior at the Funeral.” Feeling puzzled, you racked your brain for something that you couldn't remember. “I don’t think I had one.” Looking over the page, you read the rest. “Two, Architecture of Post-Corporeal Existence. Three, Regulations Regarding Engaging with Mortals. Maybe this can help me talk to Lydia.”

Dusting off the seat from one of the armchairs, you waved off some of the dust that floated up to your face, making you scrunch up your nose with how weird it smelled.

Settling into the chair and leaning into it, you continued to read what else was in this book. “Four, Establishing Contact with your Post-Corporeal Counselor? What is that? Do the dead get therapy or something?”

“Not therapy, but something close to it, depending on the client.”

Jumping to your feet, you dropped the book on the floor and turned around to see a woman. She was shorter than you, and she looked like she was in her early sixties. She kinda reminded you of your grandma with how she dressesd.

“Who are you?! How’d you get into my house?!”

Lighting up her cigarette, she looked you up and down before she took a drag. “Juno, your case worker. I don’t normally make the first call, but in your case,” She paused to exhale most of the smoke she'd inhaled. “I’ve made an exception.”

Walking over to you, she picked up the book and handed it to you. “You haven’t read this or seen this in over six months of being dead. Again, normally I don’t do this because this is supposed to be your schedule with how you learn these rules, but considering I heard a Deetz is moving in here-”

Interrupting her, you held the book to your chest. “Deetz?”

Rolling her eyes, Juno sighed and took another drag of her cigarette. “Lydia Deetz. I had a case involving her and two other ghosts. Previous clients of mine.”

“This book said something about hauntings and dealing with the living.” Opening the handbook, you turned to the page you saw in the table of contents. “Are you here to tell me that I’m supposed to drive her out of this house?”

“What? No! Well, normally I would, but Lydia has proved to be someone to trust. I’ve never been one to trust the living, but having her under my radar has helped my workload. I’m only here to tell you if you do want her to leave you alone then.” Juno pointed to the book and nodded. “Follow the instructions here and you should be able to. But that girl is something. It’s going to take a lot more than these tricks to drive her away.”

Closing the book, you coughed when the dust reached the inside of your nose. “Ugh, gross.” Covering your mouth with the back of your hand, you tossed the book onto the coffee table. “So, should I or shouldn’t I do what the book says?”

“That’s up to you. I only came here to see how you’re doing and give you something to think about. And if you had read the book, which I can see you haven’t.”

“Uh, Juno, right? You said I’ve been dead for six months. How has it been that long if it feels like days or even years have passed by?”

“The dead don’t have the normal concept of time like mortals do. Didn’t you find it strange when you woke up one day, and it was autumn instead of spring? When you walked out of your house, and ended up face to face with the giant sandworm only to come back and it was night? I know this is confusing, but usually, no one dies alone. Unless it was suicide or murder.”

“What if I don’t know how I died?”

“Oh, you know how you died. You just can’t remember.”

“Well, do you have any advice on how I can jog my memory? Maybe a hint to how I died?”

Exhaling more smoke from her cigarette, Juno shook her head. “I’m sorry, I can’t help with that. It’s all up to you, I’m afraid.”

“Is there anything you can help me with?”

“You’ll have to make an appointment to see me again. Unfortunately, my time is up and I’m getting calls about other clients waiting for me back at my office.”

“Wait, please!” Before you could say anything else, Juno disappeared, leaving a cloud of white smoke in her place.

“Goddamn it! Are you serious right now?!” Looking down at the book, you sighed while going back up to your room. “I guess I have something to read now.”

Lydia looked up at the house she now called her home. It had only been a couple of months since she moved out of the Maitlands' home.

After graduating high school and getting into college thanks to her family’s help, she was able to save up for an apartment, and thankfully found this home for sale. According to her stepmom, Delia, this place was very affordable. She was right, but Lydia was glad she didn’t tell her the real reason as to why it was so cheap.

“Excuse me? Where do you want this...lamp?” One of the movers looked at the weird sculpture in his hands, trying to be as polite as possible about the strange thing.

“According to my stepmother, that’s a coat hanger. A gift she made. You can just put it by the front door, I’ll figure out where it goes later, thank you!”

He nodded and carefully took it inside.

“Ah, miss! What did you want to do with the furniture in the living room?” One of the other movers called to Lydia from one of the windows in the living room.

She smiled as she made her way to the front steps. “Let me check the conditions first. I need to see if I can still use them!”

Hearing everything and everyone downstairs made you feel anxious. There had never been this many people in your house all at once. You had locked your door just in case anyone tried to come up and walk right in.

You'd never been a people person when it came to a crowded space. You could handle meeting, or maybe having full conversations with one or two people at once, but other than that, it made you want to run and hide.

Hearing footsteps coming upstairs, you curled yourself into a ball against your pillows while hugging one of your stuffed animals to your chest. “Don’t come in here, don’t come in here.” You whispered to yourself.

“What’s this room?” Lydia carefully opened the door, peeking inside. “Can you hand me a flashlight?”

Looking over at one of the movers who checked his toolbelt to find a small flashlight, he handed it to her.

“Thank you.” She smiled, taking it and pressing the button, shining the light into the room. Looking around, she saw tubs full of liquid and a wire line with pictures still hanging from it. The windows were blacked out, and there was a red bulb at the opposite wall from where she was standing. “A dark room. Someone must have been a photographer, or just liked taking pictures.”

“Is there anything you want us to do in here?”

Shaking her head, Lydia turned off the flashlight and handed it back to him. “No, I’ll take care of it on my own. Can you go help the rest take out the couch and dining room table? The wood on both of those items is way too worn. I don't think they're usable.”

“Sure thing.”

Watching as he made his way downstairs, Lydia turned to your room. Reaching out for the doorknob, she was disappointed when it wouldn't turn. “Must be locked. I’ll have to ask for the keys, if there are any.”

Watching the doorknob to your room move didn't help how you were feeling, but as soon as it stopped and you heard footsteps walk away, you instantly felt a little better.

Lydia walked into the master bedroom, checking the bed and dresser. “Still looks good, definitely needs to be cleaned up, though.” Carefully taking off the sheets and pillows from the bed, she piled them up in a corner of the room. “I should go get some rags so I can dust off the dresser.” Looking at all the pictures in the room, she hummed to herself. “And maybe a box for what I need to put away.” Dusting off her hands, Lydia walked out of the room, heading to her car to grab some cleaning supplies.

Hearing Lydia go downstairs, you quickly got up and opened your door to check if anyone else was there. Seeing no one, you immediately went to your parents' room and grabbed one of the empty boxes that were in their closet. “She can use this for now. Hopefully it helps.”

Hearing someone coming upstairs, you immediately froze in place, not knowing where to go. Watching as the person approached the room, you saw one of the movers enter. She was looking around the room before she spotted the bedding in the corner.

“Shit, right, they can‘t see me.” Walking past her, you look over to your room and panic when you see one of them going towards it. Running to get into the room before them, you were able to shut and lock the door just as they were about to step inside.

Leaning your back against the door, you let out a relieved sigh, sliding down to sit on your floor. “God I hate being like this.” You could hear more footsteps coming upstairs. You can tell that they were Lydia’s.

“Thank you to whoever brought me a box up here. Appreciate it!”

The smile on your face was huge, though you had to fight the urge to respond to her. “There’s no point in doing that.” Standing up, you go back to laying down on your bed. “Just have to wait it out. It's not like she’s staying the night the first day. Right?”

Lydia sighed, feeling exhausted after a long day of cleaning and moving. Looking over her notebook, she crossed off things on her list that she was able to get done today. “Okay, tomorrow I’ll replace the fridge and clean the kitchen so I can make food. That’s if I can get the power back on by tomorrow evening.” Taking the last bite of her pizza, she reached over to grab a napkin from the bag that had her food. Wiping the grease from her mouth and hands, she tossed the used napkin into the trash can. “I can also clean out the dark room in the morning.”

After cleaning up the living room, Lydia headed upstairs to the master bedroom. She was able to make it her own with what little she had at the moment. Stretching out her arms, Lydia sighed when she heard and felt her shoulders pop.

Crawling into bed and getting comfy, Lydia turned her head towards the dresser, looking at the photo of her parents next to a photo of Adam and Barbara that they gave her as a going-away present. “Today’s been a long day, guys. Sorry you couldn’t come to help out like you wanted to.” Turning off her lamp, Lydia turned to her side, letting herself drift off to sleep.

It had been a while since you walked out of your room. Checking your clock and noting it was an hour, or what seemed like it after you heard Lydia go to bed. Cautiously walking out, you made your way to your parents' room. Seeing Lydia laying there sound asleep made you feel nervous, but not a bad type of nervousness. More like a first crush type of nervousness.

You tried not to linger too long in the doorway, but you could see her shiver from not being under the covers anymore. You hesitated before deciding to go in and pull the covers over her again. Gently, you picked up her blanket and slowly pulled it up to her shoulders, making sure she was still comfortable.

A soft smile formed on your face, and as you were about to walk away, you heard her say something in the softest voice you’d ever heard.

“Thank you.”

You tensed up for a second until you calmed yourself down, turning your head to look back at her. “You’re welcome.” You replied quietly, not even caring that she couldn't hear you.

Lydia adjusted herself into a more comfortable position, looking up at you. “Maybe we can talk more tomorrow…if you’re up to it”

“Yeah- wait! What?!” Your eyes widened in shock, not only when she replied but for the fact that she was looking right at you and not through you. “You…you can see me?”

Rubbing her eye, she sleepily sat up, trying to wake up just a little bit, despite how tired she felt. “I can see and hear you. You’re the girl that’s in the family photo I saw the first time I came here. Your name is (Y/n), right?”

“I- uh, y-yes. Yeah, it is. How do you-”

“I read up on this place before I bought it. I know you died here, that's why it was cheap to buy. Your parents for whatever reason just left, and I thought it was unusual.”

“Wait, wait, wait! Back up, how can you see me?!”

Lydia took the covers off of herself and turned on her flashlight. “The book explains it.” Picking up her bookbag, Lydia looked through her things and pulled out her copy of The Handbook for the Recently Deceased. “My friends let me keep theirs. But if you read this section in chapter three, Regulations Regarding Engaging With Mortals, it says ‘Live people ignore the strange and unusual,’ if you couldn’t already tell.” She gestures to the room and herself. “I, myself, am strange and unusual.”

Nervously, you sat next to her on the bed. “You can understand what the book means? I’ve been trying to make sense of it for what feels like forever.”

“Yeah, pretty much. I can help you out, if you want.” Lydia smiled at you, making you feel like you were floating. “Are you okay?”

“Hm?” Looking down, you realized you were floating above the bed. “Oh!” Instantly, you fall on your back on the bed, making Lydia giggle.

Putting the book away, she laid down next to you, still smiling. “Honestly, it’s nice being able to talk to someone my age. Well, sort of. I didn’t have any siblings or made many friends growing up, so this is pretty cool.”

She yawned, closing her eyes for a few seconds. Opening them, she looked over at you, and you could tell she was trying to fight off sleep.

Smiling back, you turned to your side and propped yourself up with your elbow. “I should probably let you sleep. You look exhausted. Sorry for waking you up, by the way. You looked cold, so I thought I’d cover you up again.”

She giggled again, this time shaking her head. Sitting up, Lydia yawned again, making her have a sleepy smile on her face. “It’s okay. We can talk more tomorrow.”

Getting up from the bed, you waved to her while making your way to the door. “Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams, Lydia.”

The next morning, you were too excited to see Lydia again. Most of the night, you couldn’t help but feel extremely overjoyed, knowing you weren't alone anymore, and someone could see you!

Hearing a knock on your door, you instantly walked over to open it.

“Hey, morning. I was wondering, do you want to go out to the garden with me? The front yard needs some work, and I could use some help.”

“Oh.” The disappointment was clear as day on your face. “I don’t think I can. The last time I tried to leave, I ended up in some desert place and was chased by this sandworm creature.”

Lydia smiled reassuringly. “Here are some other things I learned, not just from the book, but Juno explained some things to me when I was able to meet her.” She gestured for you to follow her downstairs and into the living room.

Looking around, you noticed she cleaned up the armchairs and replaced the couch with her own. The coffee table was the same, but there were coffin-shaped coasters and a candle holder in the center. “I like this. I think it captures who you are.”

“I’m glad you don’t mind that I had to sadly throw away some of your things.”

Shaking your head, you smiled at her and took a seat next to her on the couch. “I kept telling my mom I didn’t like the couch we had. Always creaked every time someone moved.”

Lydia smiled back at you. “Yeah, I bet that was annoying.” Adjusting herself to a more comfortable position, she relaxed more into the couch. “So, what I was able to understand from the book and Juno is that not only am I able to see and hear you, but I’m able to expand where you can go without getting caught in that sandworm place again. I don’t know how it works exactly, but I was able to get Adam and Barbara to step out into some of the front yard, and most of their backyard.”

“You mean I can go outside again?”

Nodding, Lydia reached over, taking your hand in hers and gently held it and made sure it was okay for you to let go if you wanted to. “I can also touch you. Juno said it’s an ability only people who have a strong connection to the supernatural have.”

You were honestly in shock. Yes, you'd heard what she said, but it was also the fact that she was holding your hand and you could feel how warm she was. All you could say to her was, “Does my hand feel cold?”

She giggled at your question and nodded. “Yes, but not ice cold. Just a bit less warm than me, honestly.”

“I’m sorry, this is just a lot to comprehend, honestly.”

Taking her hand back, Lydia smiled softly, thinking it was cute how you were looking at your hand like a five-year-old discovering a new touch sensation.

“Listen, I know this is sudden, but would you want to try that out today? We don’t have to if-”

“Yes! I’d love to! I miss going outside. As much as I love this house, my favorite things to do were to sit out on the porch and enjoy the weather.”

Standing up from the couch, Lydia grinned down at you while reaching her hand out to you. “Sounds fun to me. Let’s do this!”

“Yeah!” Excitedly taking her hand and standing up with her, you both smiled at each other. You swore you could see her cheeks turn a pale pink when you looked at her.

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