#siren!beej

[imma-fucking-nerd]

Into the Arms of the Sea

Siren!Beetlejuice x Reader

((Soo whenever I listen to 'Into the Unknown' and 'Show Yourself' I think about this idea soooo here it is))

It was in the dead of night when you first heard it. It was faint, and so you chalked it up as just the wind. Every night it would get louder, more clear. You tried to drown it out. You've heard the stories. Especially since you lived right by the sea. There were rumors of sirens almost everywhere you turned. So at first you were terrified when you realized what it was you were hearing.

One night it was clear as day. A voice. A song. A siren. You covered your ears and tried to ignore it but....it was just so beautiful. It wasn't a woman's voice like all the rumours said they were. It was a man's voice. Deep and gravelly. It made you think to yourself. Were there male sirens? If so why weren't they spoken about? Or was she really just going crazy and imagining it? Either way the answer wasn't good.

The night after that you heard it again. It seemed louder, but not by very much. As you lay in bed you catch yourself humming to the tune. You're eyes go wide and you cover your mouth with your hand. Did you just do that?

It was the third night and again, the volume rose. Now your curiosity was starting to get to you. Why was it- he? calling to you? There were so many other, more attractive people it could prey on. Unless it liked unattractive people? While lost in your thoughts you had gotten up from your bed and walked to your window, softly humming along to his song. Something about the song he sang sounded....sad? No, that wasn't it. Lonely. It sounded lonely. You knew that feeling well. You went to open the window but stopped yourself. What were you doing? Were you seriously going to give into a siren's call so easily? With a sigh you headed back to bed, falling asleep to the distant song.

The fourth night was it. You couldn't take it anymore. The call was just too strong. You got up from your bed, the moonlight shining through your window. You thought about opening it, but would that be enough? No, no it would. You quickly grabbed a robe and rushed outside. The cold night's air made you shiver, but you didn't mind. You closed your eyes and listened. You heard the memorising song and your lips curled upwards slightly. For some reason, the song was now..... comforting. Like listening to a lullaby your mother, or father in this case, would sing as you slept.

You walked, barefoot down the streets towards the docks. That's where it was coming from. Of course, you were scared of what you'd find. Of what would happen to you once you found what you were looking for. But that didn't stop your feet from moving towards that beautiful sound. hehe As the water came into view, the pull was stronger than ever. You were now softly singing along to the song, no longer humming. Tears were brimming your eyes as the possibility of curing your crippling loneliness was becoming a reality. As you got closer the singing sounded more....happy? Did he feel the same way you did? It certainly sounded that way.

Your heart was beating fast and your steps got faster. The moon was shimmering on the water and it looked gorgeous. He'd be gorgeous too...he certainly sounded gorgeous. Your feet hit the wood of the dock and you slowly made your way to the very end. The wind blew through your hair and dried the tears that ran down your cheeks. As you reached the end of the dock, you stood there listening. His voice was so close, yet so far. Maybe if you called back...maybe he'd come to you? So that's exactly what you did. He sang his song to you, and you sang it right back. You didn't care that he was so clearly a siren, you just felt so.... understood. More than that, you welt wanted. Loved.

"Where are you?" You called out, but the only answer you got was the same melody

"Please, show yourself..." You whispered as as a tear rolled down your cheek

Suddenly, way off in the distance something caught your eye. It was him. It had to be. You took off your robe and took a few steps back before pausing. You took a deep breath and questioned just what you were doing. Were you really going to jump into freezing waters? You were ripped from your thoughts when you heard the song again, and you saw something again. Your decision was now made. You took a running start before plunging into the deep, dark, endless water.

Your eyes were shut tight as you became fully submerged in the water. You didn't try to swim back to the surface as you tried to listen. You tried so hard but you couldn't hear anything. There was no song. You started to panic.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

I'm going-

Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands gently cup your face. Immediately you opened your eyes, it was blurry and pitch black. You couldn't see, but you knew it was him. You smiled and your tears blended with the sea. Just as felt the need for oxygen, your lungs burning from holding in air, you felt a pair of lips pressed against your own. It took your breath away. Literally. You melted into the kiss, and slowly everything started to fade away. You couldn't feel the cold water biting at your skin. You couldn't feel your lungs burning. All you could feel was his lips on yours. The last thing you heard before the blackness of the sea took you was the sweet, sweet siren's call.

Your body was never found. Not by humans anyways. The siren, who was known as Beetlejuice, took very good care of you before he took you. He made sure that you were at your best state. That's how he liked them, they tasted better like that. It was a shame he did have to take you, you had such a lovely voice too.

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((this wasn't meant to be this angsty oooops))

@meangirlsx @im-eating-rn @lord-satan-3244

#siren!beetlejuice #siren!beej #beetlejuice x self insert #beetlejuice x you #beetlejuice x reader #siren!beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice au #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice broadway #my writing

[realmonsterboyhours]

TUMBLR HATES ME AND IS TRYING TO NERF ME, SO I MUST MAKE YET ANOTHER SMALL SKETCH DUMP. 1.) Gamer!Beetlejuice watching you fall asleep on a videocall~ 2.) Siren!Jazz 3.) Bajo being a dirty nasty boy.

#my art #sketches #sketch dump #the conglomerate #Escarabajo #Bajo #Gamer!Beej #Gamer!Beetlejuice #Siren!Jazz #Jazz (Clone) #clone wars #Jazz #beetlejuice clones

[hoodoo12]

The Ties That Bind (And How to Follow Them) 5/?

@bunnys-beetlejuice-blog @werwulfy @turtlepated @infptarius @mel-time @fireflower1015 @go-whovian-universe @sweetcat-666 @strange-n-unbluusual @monsterlovinghours @rainingpaint @genderless-cryptid @heresathreebee

SFW. A simple solution is suggested. Family is mentioned and summarily dismissed. Name calling.

She’d stuffed him haphazardly into her jacket pocket, but Beej didn’t complain. If Pate had slipped her mirror into her purse, he probably wouldn’t have been able to hear what she told the cops.

Listening to her talk about Lillian being her mentor (not a lie) and calling her so late because she had a bad dream that she hoped the older woman could help her with (partial lie that would be backed up by phone records), then coming over at Lillian’s request (total lie, but couldn’t be proved otherwise) to talk about things, then scaling the fire escape because the door was supposed to be unlocked and wasn’t, Beetlejuice was inordinately proud of the easy way Pate wove fact and fiction together. He was a good bad influence.

He worried a little about a question asking why she didn’t try to call Lillian again once she arrived, but it never came. The officers took her statement with little request for more. She even volunteered to show them her dream journal, allowing them to skim through it, adding weight to her words of continued nightmares.

Pate sat in the driver’s seat of her car, the door open, watching the ambulance pull away from the curb, lights flashing but no siren. She’d already given her statement to the responding police officer and was informed that she could leave. The EMS said it was probably a heart attack, but something about that explanation simply didn’t sit right with her.

Either way, there was nothing more to be done but go back home.

She’d driven home after it was all said and done and now she looked small in the blanket she’d pulled around herself on the couch. Beetlejuice wished he could be beside her, snuggled into her warmth, but he was still stuck in this goddamn mirror.

Dawn found her sitting on her living room floor, the mirror propped up on her coffee table so she and Beetlejuice could see each other, sharing a forlorn look.

They had run out of options, and Pate had no idea what sort of trick or spell or whatever Lillian had used in order to try and undo it herself. An idea had come to her that she had kept to herself, feeling certain of what Beetlejuice’s response would be. But now, with their one other avenue no longer available to them, perhaps he would surprise her.

“I was thinking, Bug,” she began tentatively. “You might not like it, but we do know someone else who might be able to get you out.”

She briefly averted her eyes and sucked in a breath, sighing out the words on the exhale.

“Your brother.”

When she sighed and ran her hands over her face, he knew her well enough to recognize the set of her jaw. She’d put some serious thought into something and was ready to share it with him. Like when she told him no to converting the bathtub to a pond for piranha or yes, she was okay with him occasionally ‘borrowing’ her underwear.

What came out of her mouth was a bomb that he was completely unprepared for.

She didn’t say his name. She didn’t have to say his name. Bile instantly rose in his throat and he imagined his dull hair shot through with red as she mentioned asking his brother for assistance.

“No! No! Absolutely not!” he shouted impotently in the soundproofing he was trapped in.

In case she couldn’t read his lips or his agitation, he tried to fog the glass so he could write it out. No dice. There was no difference in temperature between him and the glass, apparently, so no condensation. In frustrated anger, Beetlejuice spit directly on the glass and used a fingertip to make a large “NO!”. It was backwards for her, so he wrote it again with the letters facing Pate correctly, in case she couldn’t figure it out.

Growing more agitated because he truly could do nothing to stop her from going ahead with her plan, Beetlejuice ground his teeth and pulled his hair. No Rigel! No Bellatrix! No Saiph! Oh sweet god, nobody from his family! He’d rather be trapped here than owe any of them anything. He couldn’t do anything to protect Pate from in here, and there was no way Rigel or any of the others would hold true to a word of helping them out.

A thin keening whine escaped him. He didn’t know what to do to make her understand.

Beetlejuice responded precisely the way she expected he would: with abject rejection of the whole idea. Pate threw up her hands in surrender as he drew an outright denial in his own spit inside the mirror.

“Yeah, that’s about what I thought you’d say,” she admitted, leaning forward with a sigh and resting her chin on the edge of the table. “But I don’t know what else to do to get you outta there.”

Pate watched the flaming red of his hair gradually simmer down as his temper cooled, wracking her brains to figure out some alternative to demonic assistance that he was so stridently against.

She had none of Lillian’s tools, much less her expertise and experience, no idea how to go about reversing what had been done. And something about Lillian’s sudden death still nagged at the back of her mind, and she caught herself speculating that it couldn’t have been natural. But then that was ridiculous, of course it was natural. People died of heart failure all the time.

Ugh, focus! She told herself impatiently. How do I get my demon boyfriend out of this mirror? Come on, think!

With no Lillian there to explain or offer guidance, no knowledgeable supernatural assistance and Beetlejuice unable to offer any insight that didn’t involve charades, Pate sat in the silence and thought.

And then it came to her, like a bolt from the blue.

She straightened, not quite looking at Beetlejuice in the mirror, still formulating in her head to see if the logic of it worked out. As far as she could tell, it seemed like a solid strategy. Beetlejuice had first entered her life and her world when she said his name three times. Now that he was no longer in her world technically, maybe saying his name three times would bring him back to it.

“Bug, I think I have another idea,” she said, relaying the thought to him to see what he made of it.

It was comforting that she let her train of thought derail at his insistence. Beej gave a sigh of relief. He pressed his hand against his side of the glass, found it slick with spit, and wiped his palm on his trousers before putting it there again, wishing he could touch her.

Pate’s open hand was large compared to his, but it being somewhat against him made him as happy as he could be, stuck here. She was quiet in thought again, looking increasingly tired.

She jumped as if startled, her eyes wide. Beetlejuice couldn’t hear anything that may have done it, so he cocked his head in pantomime confusion.

Breathlessly, Pate told him her next idea, and waited expectantly for his thoughts on it.

"Baby . . ." he began. It was difficult to break the habit of talking to her.

The concept was intriguing. He was bound to his name, and her suggestion just might be enough, have enough power, to yank him to her side despite whatever spell Lillian had cast. A hastily concocted binding couldn’t be as tight as what tethered him to his name.

Beej shrugged with a smile, feeling suspiciously like he’d been trapped here like a puppet or a clown.

"Yes. Try it baby," he said, just to help break that bug under glass--haha, wasn't he the comedian!--feeling. He raised his voice, even though that didn't help. "I can't wait to kiss you!"

With Beetlejuice’s affirmation of the plan, Pate got to her feet and stood in the middle of the living room with the mirror held out at arm’s length. In her head, she hoped it would give him plenty of room to appear. He looked eagerly out at her from the glass, both hands pressed against the inside of the mirror. Flashing him a grin, Pate steadied herself and took a breath.

“Bheteljuz . . . Bheteljuz . . . Bheteljuz!”

Pate stood alone in her living room, holding the mirror that was now empty but for her own reflection. A thin crack had split the glass all the way across, but she wasn’t troubled by that. What was troubling was the fact that Beetlejuice had failed to reappear.

She gave him another minute, in case it took longer because he’d been stuck in the mirror, but as the minutes wore on she began to fret that something had gone wrong.

Had she performed the summoning incorrectly? She’d been very careful to pronounce his name just the way she was supposed to, she’d said it three times for sure, and he certainly wasn’t in the mirror anymore. What could have happened?

After thinking for a bit she remembered the other caveat of his name: three times to summon, three times again to banish. What if she’d banished him by accident?

Cursing to herself, Pate set down the broken mirror and quickly recited his name three more times, preparing her apology for sending him away, more than ready to feel his arms around her after this strange and upsetting day. Seconds ticked by, but still the grinning ghost did not reappear. Was he angry with her for the banishment?

Her pulse picking up at the growing sense of foreboding balling tightly in her gut, Pate took a shaky breath and said his name again. But still to no avail.

Something was wrong. She wasn’t sure how she knew it, but she knew it. Beetlejuice wouldn’t stay away unless something was stopping him from coming to her. Increasingly desperate, Pate called his name again, louder this time, as if maybe he just couldn’t hear her.

“Please come back,” she begged the empty air, feeling tears threaten in her burning eyes.

⁂

He gave himself a shake. Ran a hand through his hair. Straightened his tie--then wickedly thought that maybe he should appear back at her side completely nude except for the tie; he never minded a little playful tie-pulling as a precursor to some adult fun, especially from her. Pate was tired, of course, she’d had a long night. That didn’t mean he couldn’t just take care of her.

Kind of a reward for breaking him out, he reasoned. She could just lay back and let him indulge her with his mouth, then when she was sweaty and mostly spent he’d crawl up her body and slip his cock deep inside her--

The typical tingle in his fingertips that accompanied someone saying his name was sharper. It was more like pins being shoved under his nails. The mirror must have amplified the sensation.

The second repeated made the pain worse, shooting it up his arms and legs towards his torso. Beetlejuice gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He could handle this, just one more and he’d be out!

The third recitation doubled him over. No matter! He was free, he was out no more endless white mirror world to be stuck in. No wonder vampires hated them so much. Mirrors sucked.

He’d have expected Pate to say something or grab his hand. She was oddly silent.

Forcing himself to take a deep breath, Beetlejuice opened his eyes. He didn’t think it was the fog of pain that made nothing seem familiar. This wasn’t Pate’s apartment. This was somewhere else. This was surrounded by people who looked too excited to see him, outside a circle drawn on the floor where he stood.

He was immeasurably glad he hadn’t stripped down to his tie.

tbc . . .

#writing #fanfiction #Beetlejuice #Ties That Bind

[slime-prints]

Speaking of Picrew.... Was there ever a solution to the whole "stuck loading at 99%" thing? Besides leaving the app and going back (no idea how I'd do this on desktop). Double sucks because if I wait just a hair too long outside of the browser, it'll refresh the page entirely and I have to do the process all over again until it works... Until it happens again with almost every option I press.

I love Picrew and kind of want to make my own eventually, when I have the time to. But when it takes me 40+ minutes to make one design, because I constantly have to "refresh" is killer. I just hope this issue wouldn't happen while I'm uploading the assets...

#slimey sirens #picrew #character creator #chara creator #tech issues #tech troubles #and just in case this brings trouble somehow... know ive beej learning japanese for about half a year now? #and ive been respectfully studying their culture for years. i love Japan #despite how many flaws the country currently has... but things have been improving every year.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

pegasus grounded (part one)

[horse racing au]

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...and they’re off!

 “Lawrence will you stop cringing and HELP ME?”

Barbara’s partner peeked into the barn, his face pale and expression disgusted, then immediately yanked himself back out.

 “Oh, that is so gross! I didn’t sign up for this!”

 “You didn’t sign up for ANYTHING! I am letting you LIVE in MY HOUSE for FREE! So get your ass OVER HERE and HELP ME!”

Standing against the far wall of the barn, Adam, Barbara’s husband, and Lydia, their young farmhand, stood by, watching the exchange go down. Lydia was holding any tools that might have been needed. The barn cat, Hemlock, came strolling by, took one glance at the scene, then bounded out.

 “Are they…?” Lydia’s words trailed off as she scratched the top of her head. “Does this…?”

 “Oh, yeah,” Barbara said, looking over at her. “This is our process!” And then, shrilly, “LAWRENCE!!!”

 “You have your ARM in a horse’s VAGINA!! You never said anything about THAT when I came to live with you!”

 ��I’ll stick my arm up YOUR VAGINA if you don’t get over here!”

 “I don’t have a vagina!!”

 “I DON’T CARE!!” Barbara then quieted her voice and stroked the fur of Latte, the foaling horse she was assisting, “Shh, Shh, Shh. It’s okay, sweetie. You’re okay… LAWRENCE I SWEAR TO GOD!!”

 “Okay! Okay! I’m coming!”

Beetlejuice dragged himself over to the fallen horse and did his best to not look at the hooves sticking out of the mare’s vagina.

After some time went by, Barbara was pulling on the foal’s front legs, sticky and wet with birthing fluid and covered in the placenta. She was doing her best to be gentle, yet firm enough to pull out the baby, but the mare continued to let out louder whinnies. Adam gripped tightly to his shirt as he watched. They had already lost three dams that season. They couldn’t take losing another.

Despite its name, The Netherworld was one of the most successful horse ranches in all of America. In terms of the equine community, Barbara and Adam Maitland were basically famous. They had bred several winning foals from the finest mares and the strongest stallions. People came from miles just to bid on one of their colts or fillies. All the horses on their farm were like family, and losing them was like a shot straight to the heart.

 “Come on, girl. I can’t do it alone. Push.” Barbara said encouragingly, pulling out more of the baby.

 “Come on, Latte, push. You can do it.” Beetlejuice said to the mother. The horse’s wild, tired eyes looked up at him.

And then, as if she was actually listening, she began to push harder. The foal’s head slipped out a second later, followed by the rest of the upper body.

 “Hey! She’s doing it!” Beetlejuice exclaimed. “Oh, that is disgusting. But she’s doing it!”

 “Almost there,” Barbara murmured as she got a hold of the foal’s middle.

After a few minutes, the foal was finally out. A spew of birthing fluids and placenta followed, and Beetlejuice was darting out of the barn, causing Barbara to laugh as she peeled off the soaked glove she had on her arm.

 “Good work, Beej!” She called.

 “Urrg…” Beetlejuice groaned from outside.

 “You okay, love?”

 “Fine,” Beetlejuice replied, then grumbled, “Like you care…”

Barbara laughed again and then looked back down at the baby. The new foal looked just like its mother. Under all that goo was a beautiful, chestnut-colored mustang, with a sweet little patch of white on its nose. She just about swooned when she saw those large, gleaming brown eyes look up at her.

 “It’s a filly,” Barbara called to Adam, who was taking deep breaths of relief.

 “Oh, she’s perfect,” Adam said, walking over slowly. “I was so worried for a moment there. You know, after Misty and Prancer and Baylock…”

 “Hey,” Barbara cupped his cheeks, making him look at her. “That isn’t going to happen. We aren’t going to lose anymore.”

Adam nodded.

The filly began to gather her surroundings, looking around to see where she was while her mother licked and nuzzled her from above. After a moment, she slowly began to stand on her long legs, wobbling and tumbling down a few times, making Lydia laugh a bit before she finally started to get the hang of it. She clumsily tottered her way over to her mother and instantly began to nurse.

 “Can’t believe you made birth your profession,” Beetlejuice said as he entered again.

 “What do you think doctors do?” Adam looked at him.

 “I--” Beetlejuice shut his mouth. “Shut up.”

Adam laughed. Barbara shook her head, then looked over at Lydia.

 “What did you parents say about tonight?”

 “They said yes,” Lydia said.

 “Awesome!” Adam looked excited. “FINALLY, we can show you proper horse racing! Barbara, go get changed! Hurry!”

None of them blamed him for his energy. Horses were everything to them, and there was no better way to pass the time than watching horse races. This would be Lydia’s first time watching one firsthand since she was employed by them.

Lime Rock Raceway was a huge, towering stadium, filled with sharply-dressed patrons, colorful slot machines, and expensive fine wine. Barbara, her two partners, and Lydia got to watch the races from the highest point, where the whole track was stretched out before them, eager for their attention. They discussed their bets on the contenders in the next race as they waited.

 “That one.”

Beetlejuice scoffed.

Barbara did not. She continued to stare down at the horses filing onto the muddy racetrack. The one that had caught her eye was at the back of the pack, head held low, ears flicking all over as if it heard something nobody else did. She checked the number.

 “Beside The Dying Fire,” Adam said, having already looked. “Jockey’s name is Jeopardy.”

“What a curious name,” Barbara mused. “Must be a nickname.”

“I sure hope so,” Beetlejuice snorted. “Or else his parents must hate him.”

 “Why are they always men?” Lydia grumbled. She wasn’t having nearly as much fun as Adam had been hoping for, but Barbara didn’t blame her. Watching a horse race wasn’t for everyone.

She looked up at Barbara, asking again, “Can women not race or something?”

Barbara chuckled. “Of course they can. A lot just choose not to. It’s a very male-dominated sport.”

 “That’s weird,” Lydia said, squinting down through the glass at the jockey in question. Despite how thin all the riders were, this one in particular was awkwardly small compared to his competitors. His silks were red and white with black and white stripes down the long sleeves. “Aren’t jockeys supposed to be, like, light? Wouldn’t it make more sense for women to race? It’s easier to be lightweight when you’re a woman.”

 “You got a point there, kid,” Adam said.

 “The weight thing is so fucking stupid. Also, no offense, Babs, but you can’t possibly think that will win?”

Barbara turned to Beetlejuice with a coolly raised eyebrow, a smile playing around her mouth. “Do you doubt me?”

Beetlejuice grinned at her. “Never.”

Nobody knew exactly where Lawrence “Beetlejuice” Shoggoth had come from. He had just shown up one day down in town, presenting himself at Yonkers Raceway with dyed green hair and barely the clothes on his back. But when he started to ride, nobody cared about that anymore. Up on that saddle, Beetlejuice was unstoppable force of speed and grace. Nothing stopped his stride, ever. The races he rode seemed to unfurl as though to a script he had written; a script that left everyone else trailing behind his broad shoulders like a wake left in water. He was the best rider Barbara and Adam had ever seen, but never got to actually become professional due to the weight limit required to be a jockey. Now, he had become more mellow, living among Barbara and Adam as a horse trainer, wanting to teach others about his methods, but still not finding the right student. Nobody he ever came across was good enough for him and his golden wonder: Sandy aka “It’s Showtime,” a magnificent black and white thoroughbred mare with bulky muscles and a knack for sprinting.

Barbara winked at him. “Exactly.”

Out in the mud, the horses were lining up at the gate. Barbara’s bet, Beside The Dying Fire, had drawn a bad position, way over on the outside. Barbara glanced over the information again. The horse was coming up to age four, stood at a staggering seventeen hands, and had terrible form. His jockey was basically a nobody, too, as scrawny and aloof as the horse. And yet, she was drawn to the stallion. There was something to look at with that dull grey horse, even if nobody else saw it.

The racers came under starter’s orders and then they broke from the gate as one at the siren’s scream. It was a small field- plenty of hooves had scratched their own trenches from the earth due to the weather. Beside The Dying Fire hunkered down the outside, ears pulled back against the driving rain. Barbara watched him gallop, watched the low, straight stride stretch and release over the sodden ground. She had grown up around horseflesh, had watched races obsessively for years; she knew a good horse when she saw one.

This was not it.

But all the same, she found herself unable to look away. There was something.

Slogging through the slippery mud, Beside The Dying Fire did not display the brilliance locked deep within him--but when the finish line passed beneath him, his nose was one of the ones in front. Barbara could see the jockey, slathered in muck all over, smiling with relief.

Barbara smiled too, which turned to a smirk as she looked at Beetlejuice. “I told you.”

 “Never doubt you,” Beetlejuice said. He looked back down at the horse in question. “I’m glad I listened to you. Let’s go have a chat with this one.”

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 “How many times do I have to tell you? Use your goddamn whip!”

 “I don’t want to! It’s mean!”

The sound of arguing echoed down the stable corridor like thunder.

 “Mean? What kind of PETA shit have you been looking at? It’s a damn animal. It doesn’t know anything.”

 “Peril knows a lot of things! He’s smart!”

 “You’re losing us so much money.”

 “I can win without hitting him. I don’t need a crop. I did good today!”

 “You got third. You should have gotten first.”

 “At least I wasn’t last.”

 “Each day you prove that your kind doesn’t belong in racing. Not unless you use your fucking whip!”

 “Well, I think I raced really well.”

 “Your parents will be hearing about this.”

A grizzled man stormed past Barbara, Adam, Beetlejuice, and Lydia as they were making their way down the aisle, hissing and cursing underneath his breath. They all looked forward again to find the victim of his verbal assault: the jockey of Beside The Dying Fire.

 “I think we did good,” He said to the grey giant munching on some alfalfa inside the pen he and that man had been arguing in front of.

“Jeopardy?”

Saying that name made Barbara feel a little stupid, but her call was received when the jockey just about jumped out of his skin. He whirled around, startling his horse into a stomping, huffing fit. He blinked big, doe-like eyes at Barbara and her group.

And that was when Barbara realized he wasn’t a he at all.

Beside The Dying Fire’s jockey was a girl.

Well. That probably explained what that man had meant when he said “your kind.”

She was a tiny, skinny little thing, barley 5’1, bearing no muscle at all. She was young, too, much younger than any of the jockeys Barbara had ever seen before. At most, she had to be fifteen, but by how high pitched and youthful her voice was, she could be even younger. She was completely slathered in mud from head-to-toe, face smeared with sludge and blocking most facial features, but her youth was clear and her hazel eyes were bright behind her goggles.

 “Hi! Hi. Yes, hello. I’m Jeopardy.” She said, stammering slightly, and her voice was a lot higher up close, but not in an obnoxious way. It was sweet and silvery, like candy.

“You’re a girl,” Lydia said in wonder.

The jockey blinked, then looked down at herself. “Last time I checked, yes.”

Lydia laughed.

Jeopardy tried to dust herself off now that she was in the presence of other people, only to remember that she was completely covered in grime. She dropped her arms, looked back up at them, and said, “I swear, I’m not usually covered in this much mud.”

They all laughed. It was nice to see a jockey that had a sense of humor. There were too many that got cranky for asking simple questions or even breathing in the general vicinity of their horse. This girl was the complete opposite of that, and it perhaps had to do with her young age.

 “Does it get in your mouth?” Lydia asked.

 “Oh yeah,” Jeopardy answered. “And my nose. And my ears. ”

Lydia laughed. “How?!”

 “I have no idea!” Jeopardy exclaimed. “Usually it isn’t this bad, but it was rainy today, so it kinda got everywhere. My dinner tonight is going to taste like earth.”

More laughing, and Jeopardy looked delighted. She was giving off a strong sense of loneliness, like it wasn’t normal for people to talk to her in such a friendly way.

“I’m Presley Lind,” Jeopardy— no, Presley, said. “Jeopardy is just a show name.” She then extended a hand to Barbara, only instantly rip it away when she realized how dirty her glove was. “Oh dear. Pretend I shook your hand or else my Southern Belle training will go down the drain.”

“I’m Barbara,” Barbara said. “These are Adam, Beetlejuice, and Lydia.”

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Presley said politely, smiling, and her lips were caked with drying mud. “What can I do for you all?”

 “Oh, we just wanted to come down and congratulate you on your victory tonight,” Barbara said. “You were amazing.”

Presley perked up, as if it wasn’t uncommon for her to be congratulated. “Oh, really? Th-- thank you! But I didn’t really do anything. It was all this big guy!” She turned to her horse, who looked more brown than grey with all the mud sticking to his coat, and she had so much love in her eyes.

 “He’s beautiful,” Adam said. “What’s his name?”

 “Peril!” Presley told him proudly. “Presley and Peril- it’s kind of our thing.” She reached out and patted the stallion’s freckled nose.

Barbara felt a sort of endearment fill her heart. What an adorable girl.

And then Peril snorted and spit half-chewed alfalfa and huge globs of saliva right into his rider’s face.

For a moment, Presley was frozen, then spit the muck back out onto the ground and raised her gloves hands to wipe her face off. She took off her goggles, and the rings left around her eyes were perfectly clear of grime.

 “I deserved that,” Presley said. She looked at Barbara and her group. “Do not mess with this one when he’s eating.”

 “Say, Presley,” Beetlejuice spoke up. “Do you have a trainer?”

 “Yes, sir,” Presley said, and her manners shocked Barbara. “He was that guy yelling.”

 “Does he always yell at you like that?” Adam asked, sounding slightly concerned.

Presley nodded. “Usually. He doesn’t like me or Peril very much. But he was a lot nicer today. He didn’t hit me with my crop this time!” She laughed, and then realized the others weren’t laughing with her, so she stopped and cleared her throat. “I’m-- I’m totally joking. That was a joke!”

 “Well, it sounds like your guy right now is an ass, but you’re in luck,” Beetlejuice said. “Presley, I’d like to be your trainer.”

#horse racing au #ta-daaaaa! #beetlejuice the broadway musical #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice au #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice fanfic #beetlejuice fic #beetlejuice #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #barbara maitland #adam maitland #lydia deetz #the jockey #beetlelands #chasing pegasus

[yesokayiknow]

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

@taardisblue tagged me thanks babe xoxo these are all wips bc why not lmao & im not tagging anyone bc im tired & scared ✌ (also i think my favourite one is the schitt’s creek one ngl)

1. untitled wandavision post canon scarletvision & wanda/agatha poly negotiations :) (document title: gay witch time)

‘So,’ Agatha says, not looking away from the television screen, ‘you two aren’t really married, right?’

2. untitled schitt’s creek post canon stevie/alexis

"David," Alexis hisses, "why the fuck does Stevie still think she's straight?"

3. untitled beetlejuice the musical post canon beej & delia

“Hey,” Beej says, trying and failing to sound casual, as though he didn’t just spend ten straight minutes awkwardly pacing by the kitchen door before entering.

4. untitled wandavision au darcy & wanda

‘Okay so, I only took like, half a semester of psychology,’ Darcy says, ‘but I’m like, a bajillion percent sure that you need therapy.’

5. untitled arrow s6 au siren pov where everyone defects from ota to the bby team (doc title: ehhhhh ill give this an actual title later but you already know what this is bitch)

“We would’ve helped sooner if we’d known,” Drake says.

6. untitled firebringer reincarnation au (doc title: IDK MAYBE THIS HAS CHAPTERS WHO KNOWS)

“Y’know,” Schwoopsie says, as Zazz jabs the doorbell for the fifth time, “we should’ve just, just called ahead.”

7. untitled original work (fake marriage fantasy story!!)

It’s a wet Tuesday morning, and your father is dead.

8. untitled dw (doc title: s10 family and make up)

“What,” Missy says, “is that.”

9. original work (title: Ostriches Have Twice as Many Knees as Us and That's Where We Went Wrong)

‘Don't stand like that,’ she says, ‘it makes you look like you're giving a TED talk.’

10. untitled dw timeless children au (doc title: OKAY MARTHA & SPYDOC LETS G O)

"What did you do to her?"

11. untitled ocean’s 8 queerplatonic heist wives (doc title: god why dont they just kill me)

It didn’t take Lou long to realise that Debbie Ocean isn’t wired in the same way that most people are, that she isn’t motivated by love or sex or money.

12. untitled dc’s titans dick/kory/dawn/hank/donna

“You know,” Kory says, one day, apropos of nothing, “on my planet, children are raised communally.”

13. untitled killing eve s2 au (doc title: i hate u maddington)

it hurts, but it’s the wrong kind of hurt.

14. untitled unreal post canon

“so, now what?”

15. untitled the good place zombie apocalypse au

“I dunno, dude,” she says, in a rare quiet moment.

16. untitled star trek discovery michael/tilly mutually oblivious pining ;-;

“We need to discuss your daughter and her intentions,” Georgiou says, and Stamets chokes on his cereal.

17. untitled arrow au (doc title: winter soldier!laurel except its the league not hydra thank fuck no nazis in this)

This time, you have two full days of memory.

18. untitled dw s9 au clara/missy

“This,” Clara says, for the fifth time, “is not a date.”

19. untitled dw clara/12 the sad existential wingfic au (doc title: wf)

You can fix this, you say, and even though your expression is carefully neutral, and your voice is calm and steady, your feathers shudder in your anxiety.

20. untitled original work (this is my creative writing bachelor’s project aka the thing i need to write instead of writing fic haha oh no)

There’s a monster in the woods behind your house.

#/tagged #my fanfic #writing #the word untitled doesn't look like a word anymore #yeah i forgot 4/5 of these even exist it be like that

[sidras-tak]

beej and lydia stay married, no romo

I love lesbian!Lydia as much as the next person with functioning brain cells and good taste, but I also kind of love aroace!Lydia who is perfectly content to be conveniently married to Beetlejuice because there are some pretty fun perks to it, even without any romance or anything. (Obviously, this is a platonic fic, please do not tag as ship!)

-

Lydia, a senior in high school and stressed out of her mind, summoned Beetlejuice in the middle of the night. He yawned. “Lyds, if you summon me at 3 am one more time, I’m taking away your summoning privileges.”

She waved an unconcerned hand. “Forget about that. Are we still married?”

His face scrunched up. “Technically, yeah.”

“Great,” Lydia said. “If I’m married, I get way more financial aid for college. Especially since your income is zero. Makes us look poorer.”

“Hell yeah, cheat that system!” Beetlejuice cheered.

Lydia smiled and stretched, looking up from her laptop for the first time in hours. There was a glint of mischief in her eye. “Do you think I can claim the sandworm as a dependent?”

-

Lydia came armed and ready to this family reunion, and it was a good thing, too, because Aunt Margery came swooping in for the kill nearly as soon as she caught sight of Lydia. Lydia endured twenty minutes of prodding questions before Margery said, “Oh, and I nearly forgot: I met the nicest boy a few days ago. Perfect for you—you simply must let me introduce you!”

Lydia fished around in her pocket for the wedding ring she kept there for this express purpose, slipping it on discreetly. “Oh, Auntie,” she said with mock sincerity. “Didn’t you hear? I got married.”

Margery gasped, “No! Why haven’t I met him?”

Lydia put a hand to her heart dramatically. “Tragically, my husband died shortly afterwards. I know he’d want me to stay faithful to him, though.”

“Oh, you poor dear,” Margery sighed.

“Quit telling people I’m dead,” Beetlejuice complained, invisible to everyone but the Deetzes.

“Sometimes I can still hear his voice,” Lydia said, wiping a fake tear from her cheek.

-

“Lydia,” Beetlejuice said solemnly, hat in hand. “I’m cheating on you.”

Lydia gasped and tossed aside her book. “Say it’s not true! How could you?”

“I know,” Beetlejuice said, throwing an arm across his eyes. “Alas, my bootycalls were too sexy for me to resist their siren call. Don’t worry, it’s been going on for a long, long time.”

“Who? Who stole you from me?” she cried, leaping to her feet. She shook Beetlejuice by the shoulders. He clasped her wrists with his hands to stop her.

“Adam,” he admitted. He paused for dramatic effect. “And Barbara.”

“Betrayed by my own parents!” Lydia sobbed. She collapsed on the couch, shaking.

“How many times are you two going to do that?” Adam asked tiredly from across the room.

“Until it stops being funny,” Lydia said, standing up and straightening her dress. She high-fived Beetlejuice.

-

When Lydia was twenty-five, she and Beetlejuice got each other ten-year anniversary presents. She got him a mug that said “#1 husband” and had used all her artistic skills to sharpie in the word ‘dead’ between ‘1’ and ‘husband’. He got her a shirt that said “world’s best no-longer-a-child bride”. It hadn’t been altered or specially ordered. She figured it had come from the Netherworld and promptly added it to her pajama collection.

“Love you, Beej. No romo,” she said.

“Back atcha, kiddo,” he said. “Now, I’m gonna go have sex with both of your ghost parents. Happy anniversary!”

“Disgusting,” she said fondly.

-

Delia was usually pretty good about letting Lydia be herself, but there were certain things Lydia was sure she would never be able to let go.

“You’re twenty-six now, Lydia. It’s time to start thinking about dating, settling down, having a family.”

“I’m still married to Beej, remember?”

“He doesn’t count! There’s no certificate! No witnesses!”

Lydia held up one finger and dug around in her backpack. She came up with a crumpled piece of paper and handed it over.

“What’s this?”

“Certificate. Witnesses include you, dad, Adam, Barbara.”

The certificate had been produced by Beetlejuice many years before, when Lydia needed to send in paperwork with her financial aid application. The “judge” who “presided” over the wedding was none other than the Right and Honorable Judge Bee T. LeJuice. Lydia had used it on many occasions and, surprisingly, it held up against examination.

“Plus,” Lydia said loftily, “The only person we know who can annul Netherworld marriages is Juno and Beej kinda murdered her. So I’m stuck with him.”

Delia sighed and said, “well, if he’s the only option, I guess I don’t mind not having grandchildren."

#sparklepants #kit writes #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice #beetle.ba.bes do not interact please! #catch me polyshipping the maitlands and beej again lkjasdlfkjasf #goldenrat #beetlelands #aro ace lydia #sorry i know this is kind of a long post but not so long that i felt a read more was justified

[fortunatelyhauntedblackcherry]

Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 15

Warning: cussing, some parts are kinda nsft? But no so much so, no probs I think. Slight mention of past trauma.

Ari and Rei was standing before Sofía's door, both kinda annoyed by their big sister's behaviour by now.

- Don't be ridiculous! It's been almost a week! - said Rei and pounded her fist on Sofía's door... again. For the fourth time. - You can't still be mad at us! - no answer came. Rei threw her head back and frowned. - Ugh, Sof, you haven't made anything sweet since monday! If I don't have some cake soon, I might die! Do you want me to die, woman?! - Ari giggled at Rei's sudden selfish outburst. She shood her sister away so she could get to the door.

- Come on, cariña, you love salvaging! And now we can do it in our own home! We don't even have to go out! - said Ari and tapped the door with her fingertips lightly. - Por favor guapa....

- Cut the spanish crap, boo, it won't work! - interrupted Sofi. - You snake-ass bitches shut me up ON PURPOSE, AND you broke the laws of our Sister Code. Which YOU TWO CAME UP WITH, BY THE WAY, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS IT'S FUCKING IMPORTANT!!! - Ari breathed out like a horse and leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them, Beetlejuice was there, right before her face, dangling in the air upside down. He flashed a toothy grin at his favorite breather.

- Hi there! - he said in an aroused tone. Ari sighed and scruffed his hair.

- Hello Bug. - the demon did a little half cartwheel in the air, then put his feet down on the ground. He pointed at Sofía's door with his thumb.

- How's it going with the little Drama Queen? She still won't come down from her tower?

- She can't be real dude. - said Rei with a sigh while rubbing the bridge of her nose.

- Sorry for this taking so long. - commented Ari with a light smile. She then turned towards the door and shouted: - SOMEONE'S PEOPLE SKILLS ARE A BIT RUSTY. - Beej leaned back towards the wall on the opposite side of the hallway. He shrugged with a handsign.

- No probs. - he rubbed his palms together. - This gives me a lot more time to fantasize, cause, hey, let's just look at you pretty girls, being all dolled up for me. - he said as he paced up and down on Ari and Rei. Ari wore a light purple dungaree with little bats all over it, a black cropped tshirt and a sparkly bat-shaped leather choker. Her nails were dark purple on both her toes and her hands. Half of her messy brown hair was let loose, the other half was put in a high ponytail on the top of her head with a black sparkly ribbon. Rei had a cropped, oversized, black Harley Davidson shirt on with a pair of cut-out jeans and black fishnets. Her copper-colored hair was free. They both crossed their arms before their chests and did an annoyed little frown. Beej stepped closer to them, held both their chins and lifted their faces up lightly. He summoned two more hands and with one, he caressed Ari's face, while with the other he pulled a lock of red hair out of Rei's face. - I was feeling a little off today, but you've turned me on again! - he released a kinda animalistic, guttural growl out while he pulled the girls a bit closer to him. Then with a lowered voice, he naughtily giggled. Ari tried so hard to tell herself that his gravelly, kinda smokey voice didn't make her knees tremble, but gosh she couldn't do anything about it. Being turned on by a fuckin corpse was so unnatural and was wrong on so many levels but... Gods what could this voice do with me if he whispered something into my ear while being on top of me. - I can't wait to have my own little private space and beat off to the thought of you, babies. - aaaand that snapped Ari out of fantasizing. She pulled her upper lip.

- Ew. - she commented as she shoved Beetlejuice away. He was laughing so hard his hair lit up. He made his extra hands disappear and stack his tongue out at Ari.

- Ya nasty. - said Rei with a pointing finger held up. Beej stack his tongue out at her too. Ari turned to her sister and shrugged with her hands held up.

- Nah he's just a man. - Beej hissed with his snakelike tongue still out and crossed his arms before his chest. Rei turned to Ari as if she haven't seen the demon at all.

- Is he though? When we last asked he said he has mischief in his pants not... - she held her little finger up and wiggled it. Ari burst out with laughter and had to hold her mouth so she wouldn't spit on her sister. Beej raised an eyebrow and bit his lower lip while smiling. He reached for his belt buckle.

- Well, you can check if you want...

The thing that stopped him from removing his pants was Sofía's shouting from the other side of the door.

- Oh that fuckin demon with the attitude problem is there to help you too?!? - BJ sighed as he started redoing his belt.

- Hey, I only called you a melodramatic bitch yesterday cause you're acting like one! - he shook his index finger towards the door. Then shrugged. - And, by the way, I don't have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.

- Plus, he's nice. - commented Ari while looking at the door. Beetlejuice's hair turned into a light pink and neon green mess. He raised his shoulders up to his ears, put his hands in his trousers's pockets, put his weight from one leg to the other and smiled widely. Cute little wrinkles and holes appeared on his chubby face as he did so.

- Awwww, thanks, babes!

- No, he's not! - interrupted Sofi. - You guys forget that even though he does nice things like saving us from burglars and letting us rummage through the stuff in the attic before he makes the stuff we don't need disappear, he's still a demon! A FUCKIN DEMON!!! What if one day he gets bored and hurts us?! - the sisters looked at each other with a certain look. Maybe what she said was somewhat true...

Even though Beetlejuice didn't really understand human emotions yet (Rei told him the other day that it was like living with Sheldon Cooper, even though Beetlejuice didn't have the slightest idea of who that was), he did know what that look meant. The girls had second thoughts. He already realized that Sofía was the most serious one of the sisters, and that she could easily plant ideas into their heads. I can't let her fuck me off by the side of my new BFFFF... I should scare her. That will do the trick. He cleared his throat and held the girls' shoulders. He pulled them away from the door and made a little "I'll handle this" gesture with his hands. He quickly reajusted his thoughts and found his ground, so after a quick second he let a devilish, nasty smile find its way to his face. He stepped closer to the door and held both sides of the doorframe.

- Oh honey, if I wanted to hurt anyone here... - he said in a honeyed tone, then put his head through the door. - ...I would have already done so. - the last part sounded like it came from every possible direction, and had a weird smokey effect to it. His voice also dropped a couple octaves. Ari could hear in his voice that Beetlejuice was flashing an evil smile at her sister.

The girls heard Sofía growl and by the huffing, grab something heavy. Beetlejuice all of a sudden pulled his head out of the door just a nanosecond before something crashed against the door. Beej pulled the side of his lips and closed one of his eyes.

- That was an old camera. - Rei took her glasses off and rubbed her temples.

- Dwight you ignorant slut... - BJ threw his head back and growled. Okay time for Plan B. Being nice. Ew.

- Ugh, it's so tragic that someone this sexy as me has to go through this much to have some little privacy! - he growled then sighed and held the doorframe again. He took a deep breath and put his head through the door again.

- Look, Sofía, honey... No STOP, STOP, PUT THE CHAIR DOWN! - the girls heard Beej stop shouting for a second, then breathe out with a little "whew". - Good girl. Okay, see sweetcheeks, the easiest way to get into the attic without a key is to break the door in. - he said in a legitimately sweet tone. He let go of the doorframe and with a little whirl of a hand, a huge axe appeared in his right hand. He put it through the door. - And I'd gladly give this tiny fella to you so you could let some steam outofya.

Beetlejuice stepped back from the door, axe still in his hand. The door creaked and opened up. Sofía was still holding the door handle, a lock of her fluffy hair dangling before her eyes while the rest was pulled together with a tealblue scrunchie. She had comfy kneehigh jeans and a tealblue top with the picture of a maneating siren on. Her nails were mirrorlike and sharp. She huffed the lock out, then stepped closer to the demon and grabbed the axe out of his hand. He answered with a huge shiteating grin. Since Sofía was way taller than Beetlejuice, she easily rose above him and pushed her index finger into his chest. She wrinkled her brows.

- That's a good idea. But I'm still mad at you. - she turned around and pointed at her sisters. - All 3 of you. - Ari rolled her eyes.

- I'll make you the strawberry dress in lavender. - she said. Sofía let her finger down.

- ...kay I'm not that mad anymore. - Rei growled and rolled her eyes with her head thrown back.

- Sof, bloody hell, why are you the way that you are?

The door to the attic was at the end of the hallway, with a couple stairs leading up to it. Beetlejuice floated through the door, saying he's not comfortable next to Sofía while she's holding an axe so he would wait on the other side of the red door. Rei and Ari stopped a few steps behind Sof as well.

Sofía brandished the axe and cut into the door. The wood cracked and a part of the door broke in. The girl swinged the axe again and again, then looked through the hole she created and she shouted:

- HEEERE'S JOHNNY!

The girls woo-hood and smiled at their sister's horror movie reference. Sofía cut into the door a couple times more, creating a hole big enough for them to go through. She put the axe down and stepped into the attic.

The attic was kind of big, but it was full of boxes and random stuff. The 2 windows on the right side of the room were barely visible by the boxes shoved before them. The walls had wooden paneling on them, but that was barely visible because of the shelves as well. The floor had a couple old, hole filled carpets scattered around. And everything was dusty. Not just simply dusty, everything had at least 10 centimeters of dust on it. Mountains of dirt, one might say.

- Wow, it's like nobody came in here since... I dunno, the 90's. - said Rei as she peaked her head through the door. When all 3 of them were in the room, Beetlejuice put his feet down on the ground and unfolded his hands.

- Welcome to my humble hideaway! - he said dramatically, then clapped over his head and the lights turned up. He took a step towards the girls and with that, his shoes got tangled up in a hole in a carpet and he fell back with a loud thud. His fall filled the air with dust particles. The girls all coughed. Sofía looked at Beej and between two coughs, she said:

- I didn't know a bloody demon could be clumsy too.

- The fuck you mean. - answered BJ, still laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling.

- That you fell over.

- I did not! - he said, holding his middle finger up. - I attacked the floor! - Sofía stepped closer with hands folded across her chest and a disbelieving smile.

- ...backwards? - Beetlejuice thought for a minute then a legit lightbulb appeared above his head for a slight second. He pulled a smug grin, fingergunned and winked at the oldest sister.

- I'm skilled.

Sofía rolled her eyes, waved her hand and stepped aside to take a look inside the nearest box. Ari stepped next to Beej and offered him a hand.

- Come now Mister Skilled, you're dirty enough, you don't need to roll around in the dirt as well. - Beetlejuice grabbed her hand and tilted his head sideways. Then flashed an evil, smutty grin. Uh-oh. Ari knew what that smile meant.

Beetlejuice all of a sudden pulled Ari down. As soon as the girl fell on his chest, the demon quickly turned them around so Ari would be on her back and he could be right on top of her. Beetlejuice pinned Ari's hands to the ground above her head with a hand and with the other, he held her chin playfully. His green hair had some magenta streaks in it. Ari's heart was racing. Her demon buddy was basically lying on her, and the coldness radiating from his body made Ari tingle. Shit, I was fantasizing about this scenario... Oh wow that's a big dick even without an erection... NO ARI THAT'S WRONG. STOP IT. You might be horny, you slut, I get it, we didn't have any proper action in a year or so, but he's your best friend... Your pervy, always horny best friend who literally just told you, 5 minutes ago, that he's gonna jerk off while picturing you naked... But he's still your very dead best friend, which you haven't had in a long time. That's a point you should consider too... But that devilish smile... And his weight, pushing my body down...

- What you say we get you dirty as well, doll? - whispered Beetlejuice in a definitely horny tone. Ari tried to say something but no words came out of her mouth. Beetlejuice let out a guttural, small laugh... and was instantly stopped by a book hitting his head.

Rei had a couple books in her hands, and was ready to throw another at the demon. She had determination in her eyes. Beetlejuice let Ari's hands go and sat back on her belly to stick his tongue out at Rei. Ari saw the opportunity and immediately started tickling BJ's sides. He fell over, laughing his ass off, screaming at Ari to stop 'cause he's ticklish. A couple neon green, glowing tears rolled off his cheeks. He tried to push Ari away, who only got more dedicated to tickling her undead bestie to his second death by seeing the tears and hearing his screams. Rei facepalmed and growled.

- GET A ROOM, YA TWO! - she shouted. Beej was finally able to grab Ari's hands and stop her. He flashed a devilish smile as his hair turned neon green completely and he summoned 2 extra limbs to tickle Ari back. But as soon as he reached for the girl's uncovered sides (her croptop left her sides naked), her eyes flinched and she pulled her legs to her chest. Beetlejuice saw the uncomfortability in her eyes instantly. He quickly let go and jumped to his feet. Even though he was a demon, a kind of pain in the ass, he didn't want to scare Ari. Not like this, at least. A good old jumpscare is fine, but scarring your best friend is a douchebag move. He knew, he was still kinda pissed at his last best friend-o for literally scarring him.

Plus, Rei made him promise that he'll be a nice emotional support demon boy.

- Am I overstepping my boundaries? - Ari kinda shook her head but Beej raised an eyebrow at her. To which Ari sighed. She did the "más o menos" handsign. Beej offered her a hand. - Alright, no belly touching thingie then. Imma keep my hands to myself, sugar. - he pulled Ari to her feet, but before letting her hand go, he pulled her closer with a smutty grin. - At least for now. - Ari playfully scruffed BJ's hair with a giggle and pushed him away.

The weird and unusual group quickly got to work. They made some space on the floor and put several boxes down. Of course, Beetlejuice didn't help (lazy bum), he was just floating around and made quirky and pervy comments. And made the girls laugh. God that made him feel all tingly inside. A couple strikes in his hair even turned orange, he was so proud of himself, because, you know, being scared of is one thing but making someone laugh their asses off is even better.

The girls got little pillows to sit on from the living room. On their way back up their pets accompanied them. As soon as Minerva spotted a box, she ran straight past the demon she hated oh so much and jumped into her new favorite resting place on earth. She got comfortable very quickly and fell asleep while purring loudly. Sirius sniffed around the place. The black dog quickly turned brownish grey as he went through the attic. Rei shook her head and established that during the afternoon Sirius will take a bath, doesn't matter if he'd like that or not. Ari snorted when Beetlejuice flinched and made a disgusted face at the idea of a bath.

As soon as the sisters sat down into a cozy little circle on the floor, BJ snapped, disappeared, then a couple seconds later reappeared with a green puff of smoke next to Ari. He was holding a bunch of sweets and snacks, like gummy worms, Sugus, a bag of Boca Bits, Lay's Gourmets and Reese's packs. He sat down sideways next to his friendo with outstretched legs, then layed down and put his head in Ari's lap.

Ari was always a very touchy-feely, passionate, sentimental person. She never thought much of hugs, kisses, sweet embraces or just genuinely touching someone; these actions felt nice and natural for her. She turned out to be like this because of two reasons: one, she grew up in a household where hugs and words of affection were constant. Two, spaniards are naturally passionate and rather handsy. It's basically embedded in their heritage. Although, as one might guess, for a short period of time she was nothing like this. She got uncomfortable when someone wanted to touch her abdomen or sides while hugging, she couldn't let anyone near her in an intimate way and such tings. She hated that period of time in her life, but she considered herself lucky that she had help when she needed it, and slowly but surely she could return to her old self. She still had some issues, but she was working on them.

So knowing how she was, she didn't think much of BJ snuggling up to her; she already got used to how touch-starved her new undead best friend was. She also noticed that he was basically addicted to body heat. Anytime Ari hugged him - which, he honestly still didn't really understand why she did - at first he was startled, he didn't know what to do, he was just standing in one place and didn't move at all, but as soon as the girl tried to let him go he quickly wrapped a couple arms around her and held her close for long long minutes. He really liked that Ari didn't wear any shoes in the house, so he was even taller than her then normally. This way he could rest his chin upon her head... And smell her. I know. Creepy. Ari didn't notice though. What she did notice was his stench and how he almost choked her to death yesterday when he got too wound up in their hug. I'll make him take a bath even if he kills me, she thought.

She was telling herself that she hugged him so many times because she knew (based on the things that BJ told him about his past and mother already, even though it wasn't much) that he needed comfort and hugging did the thing... But to be honest, she hugged him and let him be all touchy-feely with her because it just felt nice. She didn't feel any discomfort when he touched her. It felt like they've known each other for ages. Plus, he was cute and soft as a plushie. And stinky. Very stinky. She pulled her nose into wrinkles.

- Bug, I adore your charm and everything, but honey if you'd be a fairy, you'd be called Stinkerbelle. - Beetlejuice looked up with glowing eyes. Literally.

- Awww thanks babe! - Ari shook her head.

- That... That was NOT a compliment. That was so not a compliment. - BJ crossed his arms before his chest and threw his stripey, forked tongue out at Ari. Ari clicked her tongue. - Come on, you ARE stinky as hell hombre! You wouldn't die by taking... - Beej stopped Ari by showing a handful of gummy worms into her mouth. She rolled her eyes and wrinkled her forehead angrily at the demon. He just smiled and threw his tongue out again.

Ari, just like her sisters, reached for a box and started going through it. They showed everything they found to each other so they could sort every little thing out: there was an empty box for stuff they needed, there was a dump for stuff they wanted to disappear, and there was an empty box for BJ. Ari reached into the box and shook her head.

- There's only a bunch of unfinished projects in here, guys. Let's see. - she lifted some very thick books out. - Books on computers... - she reached into the box again. - A "spin-your-own-yarn" kit? Home-brewed kombucha?

- Ew that most of the times tastes like an armpit. - commented Rei. Ari put everything that she lifted out on the dump and while reaching into the box again, she looked at her undead pal laying in her lap, shoving Boca Bits into his mouth.

- Tell me Beej, who left all this stuff here? I'm pretty sure it wasn't the previous owners cause, hey, they couldn't climb the stairs. - Beetlejuice shrugged.

- Adam and Babs. - he said with a full mouth. - Owners in the late eighties. Middleclass, suburban and white... A boring but very sexy couple. - Sof chuckled. Beej's bright green hair started turning a little purple. The girls already knew that purple meant sadness. He looked down at his stripey jacket and started playing with his buttons. His face turned all foggy. Literally. Ari stroked his forehead.

- What's the matter B? Did I say something wrong? - he shrugged again.

- Nothing, just... - he turned his head and looked at Rei. He started snapping, like he was trying to say something but didn't find the word. - Sugar, what's that feeling you feel when someone leaves you and you still wish for them to come back cause you... You know... What's that word? - Rei raised her eyebrows.

- Miss them? - Beej pointed at her with enthusiastic eyes and snapped again.

- YES! THAT'S THE ONE! - he looked back up at Ari, still being a little purple. - Yeah, I kinda miss them. They were fun folks... - his eyes wandered to the object Ari was holding. He gasped as his hair turned back to green, like his sadness was blown away by that black and white little object. He quickly snapped the thing out of the girl's hands. - AWWW THAT'S MY UKULELE! - he sat up and hugged the instrument. - I've been looking for this for years! - Sof smiled at the demon's genuinely happy reaction. Maybe he's not as bad as I thought...

- I didn’t know you were such a musical guy. - she said. Beej quickly snapped and reappeared before her. He pinched her cheek.

- Sweetcheeks, I'm the ghost with the most, name one thing I'm not.

- Helpful when it comes to moving boxes. - she said without hesitation. BJ rolled his eyes. Sof pushed him away by his head, which caused the demon to fall back on his backside. He threw his hands up in the air, still holding the ukulele.

- Come on, you can't blame a guy for loving to watch those sweet litle rumps of yours swingin' around! - he said, looked up at Ari and winked.

The next second, he was laying in Ari's lap again. He started tuning the ukulele while humming and gently singing.

- 🎶The Barbara you marriiiiied, she is dead and burieeed six feet below-uow-ouw... Ouw-ouw-ouw~~~🎶

- What's this song? - asked Ari as she put a fancylooking porcelain butterfly aside. Beej shrugged. He didn't even look up from the instrument.

- Oh nothing, just a little somethin'-somethin' that I can't get out of my head. - he played a couple notes on the ukulele, then did a proud little fistbump. - Yessss, works like a new one!

The girls got rid of a couple stuff, they emptied like a box when Rei called out to Beej.

- Hey, scruffyhead, could you play something for us? - an enthusiastic, shy light glistened through the demon's eyes. He tried to cover his happiness with a macho shrug.

- Sure, why not. - he sat up from Ari's lap and positioned himself in criss-cross-applesauce while leaning against Ari's shoulder. - Here goes nothin'. - he cleared his throat and started singing while playing his little instrument. - 🎶You're...🎶 - the girls all got wide-eyed at the clear voice that left the demon's lips. It even sounded somewhat humanlike? - 🎶You're gonna be fiiine... On the other siiiide...🎶 DIE! - he shouted suddenly in his normal, gravelly voice. - YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE! - he pointed at the girls with the neck of his ukulele. Gosh he seemed crazy. - YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE! 🎶I'll...🎶 - he changed back to the sing-song voice again, leaving a comedic impression behind, making Ari and Sofía cackle. - 🎶I'll be your guiiiide... To the other siiiiiide...🎶

- AWMYGOSH YOU HAVE A LITTLE BEERGUT! - interrupted Rei. She cupped her face with her hands, awed at her discovery.

- Wah... - said the demon while pulling one side of his upper lip into a grimace. Rei clapped little claps.

- I knew my eyes weren't lying! You have a dadbod! That's so sweet! Your beergut is so cute! - Beetlejuice quickly stood up with arms crossed before his chest, angry red streaks appearing in his greenish-purpleish hair.

- Shut the fuck up, I don't have a beer gut. - he said and held a finger up at Rei. Ari smiled at how sassy he looked. - I have a protective covering for my rock hard abs. - Ari still smiled but something started bugging her. Her friend kind of looked... Wounded? Self-conscious? - Plus, I look pretty fuckin good for a dead bitch, just so you know. - and with that last sentence it was clear for her. Not just the tone, his hair told on him as well. It had an angry red glow to it, but it was mostly purple and blue, just like his stubble. She guessed it might meant that Rei touched a sensitive subject. The girl tugged on the demon's pants, which made him look down. His eyes told Ari she was right. She flashed a humble smile at the demon.

- You really do, Mr. Devilishly Handsome. - and boom, the red glow disappeared. Beetlejuice looked startled. What did she say?!?, thought BJ.

Ari took a quick glance at her sisters. They knew what that look meant. Time to make someone feel good about themselves. That's what their mothers taught them. Rei blinked at the demon with glistening eyes.

- You look very fine! - Wait what the fuck is happening., thought Beetlejuice again. His hair started to change. It got a lot lighter.

- You really do. - said Sofía without even looking up from the box she was going through. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON SERIOUSLY?!?, thought Beetlejuice, now kinda panicking. A light pink streak appeared in his hair, and his stubble almost entirely turned pink at this point. Ari cleared her throat. Sofía looked up and pointed at the demon with a light sigh. - Look homeboy, I still have second thoughts about you, but it's a fact that you're a fine specimen. And it's coming from a chick who's into girls. - Beetlejuice leaned closer to the oldest sister with a toothy grin. Of course he had to cope with humour.

- Aww so I don't have a chance with ya? - Sofía raised an eyebrow.

- I'll seriously punch you in the face bro. - the demon laughed. Hah, cringey situation avoided.

- Seriously though, we love all body types in this household. - commented Rei. - And yours is very cute and fluffy. - NOPE NOT AVERTED, TIME TO DISAPPEAR, he thought as he started making smoke. - I understand now why Ari hugs you so many times. - that startled him. He looked down on the floor in embarassment, being unable to disappear he was so happy deep down in his little undead heart. He was never genuinely complimented. And these girls made him feel so nice...

- Oh calláte... - said Ari in a tiny voice as she looked down as well. Good thing BJ haven't seen her face was red as a tomato. Rei ponted at BJ with a gasp.

- AWMYGOSH YOUR HAIR! THAT'S SO CUUUUUTE! - Beetlejuice put his hands, all 4 of them on his totally pink hair.

- S...stop... This is so embarrassing! - he cried out. - You make me cringe at this mortal human bullsh... - he couldn't finish the sentence because Ari launched herself at his neck, pulling him down to a tight awkward hug. - Wha... No! - he said in an embarassed tone right after Rei scooted over with a giggle and hugged his knees. - NO STOP! - Sofía scooted over as well and ruffled his hair in a siblinglike way. - STOP! I HATE YOU ALL!!! - he shouted while trying to get away. But there was no escape from the girls' embrace who were all laughing at the suffering, pink demon at this point.

- Shut up, you like it! - said Ari right before she placed a sloppy kiss on the demon's face. He answered only with a shy smile and a certain pink glow to his body hair.

You can't imagine how much I do.

#alex brightman #beetlegeuse #beetlejuice #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice oc #beetlejuice the musical #fanfic #fanfiction #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #musical!beetlejuice #beetlejuice broadway

[hellfirenacht]

The Convention Fic Chapter 1

YouTube Gamer Beetlejuice x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You were a mod for one of the biggest YouTube gamer, Beetlejuice. Now you're finally going to meet him in person.

Note: This fic takes place at Momo Con in Atlanta, Georgia because it’s my favorite con :)

Thursday (Night)

You didn't remember much between the plane landing and checking into the hotel other than the nervous and excited feelings in your gut. After dropping your bag next to the bed and plugging in your phone to charge you looked out the window, taking in the gorgeous view of the city as the sun set. From here you could see a rectangular park, along with a huge ferris wheel lighting up against the lavender sky.

You heard your phone ding, and you glanced over at it, seeing his name pop up. Your heart skipped a beat as you opened the message. "ARE U HERE YET?? COM FIND ME!!" he was always a bit sloppy with typing, even in private but something about the excitement and constant caps lock was endearing.

Still, the message made your heart pound in your chest. This would be your first time meeting him in person. He had practically begged you to come, claiming it was his first con and he needed his hype squad there.

You glances at the digital clock next to the bed. It was nearing 8 pm, and you knew that he was holding a small unofficial meet up in the park around 10. That at least gave you two hours to hype yourself up and get your badge and get ready.

"Just got in. Gonna take a shower and get my badge"

The reply was almost instant. "WAT ROOM? IM COMIN UP"

NOPE, you were NOT ready for this. You set the phone down, heart pounding. You were not ready to meet your celebrity crush/friend/boss (?) yet.

You took your time getting ready, wanting to make sure you looked perfect. It was warm out, so you pulled out the special t-shirt that you had bought from his merch store that just happened to make you look and feel kinda hot.

During all this, Beej kept spamming the mod group chat with pictures of everything he was seeing and people he was meeting. For a gremlin he sure did act like a puppy sometimes.

Finally happy with your appearance, you stepped out of your hotel, making sure you had your key card, wallet, and phone on you and made your way to registration. Being Thursday night there wasn't a lot people in line (especially since the YouTuber Concert had just started), but it didn't matter as you found your way to the Guest line, where Beej had promised a badge would be waiting for you.

He did not disappoint as you were handed a lanyard and a special badge that said "guest" on the bottom. It made you feel a little special that you were considered to be part of his group, officially.

But that's part of the reason you were here. You were a Mod for his streams and Discord, yes but you also helped him with responding to e-mails and picking out sponsorships. The only thing Beetlejuice seemed to care about when it came to his channel was entertaining people. He said that if it wasn't for you, Adam, Lydia, and Barb, he wouldn't have been able to do this much.

And so here you were now, at a convention where you would be his "handler" of sorts. Keeping an eye on him, making sure he was on time, helping with videos, and making sure that he didn't push himself too hard this weekend.

Glancing at your phone with your goodies on hand you were surprised it wasn't even nine yet. You glanced a picture Beej had dropped in the group chat, a selfie with a random cosplayer.

"I'm on the con floor" you typed and then deleted, your nerves getting the best of you. Oh wow you were suddenly a shaking nervous wreck. You knew that he wanted to see you, and you wanted to see him but something was holding you back.

It was decided that you'd just wander around a bit and wait until the meet up. Besides, it was probably a better idea to get used to the layout of the convention center now. You tucked your phone away and started walking where most of the con goers were headed after receiving their badge.

The convention had three official floors of the hotel, the top floor (ground level) held registration, some panel rooms and the outside courtyard where a lot of people were blasting music and dancing. The second level (down the escalator), held more panel rooms and a small food court which was mostly a hand full of food stalls and tabled. The final floor (down yet another escalator) was a huge basement area, an open floor divided into three sections; the dealers room, the artist ally, and the arcade.

Since the dealers room and the artist ally were closed for the night, you took a quick sweep of the arcade. The con had imported so many different machines from Japan, from DDR to some weird VR games, all free to play. There were also small booths where you could rent board games and other table top games. You couldn't believe that this was going to be open the whole weekend without closing. You wondered if Beetlejuice would make a video about the arcade.

It was a little past 9:15 now, so you decided to head back up the escalators towards the court yard where you'd seen people a partying. Maybe you could turn the nervous energy into party energy.

It was a nice warm night, and people were gathered around a de-masked Deadpool who had set up a portable rolling stereo, playing songs off his phone. The courtyard was a large concrete area with a raised platform about knee-high that was covered with grass. There was plenty of room in the grass for groups to hang out, talk, or dance. The area around the concrete was also filled with people, but also with amazingly beautiful, elaborate, or simple chalk drawings based on anime, games, or memes.

You considered what you wanted to do for a moment before you heard it. That sound.. that beautiful sound that made your heart explode inside your chest, your head spin, and caused a small part of you to go absolutely feral.

Deadpool had just put on Caramelldansen; a siren call that no mortal weeb could resist.

The rest of the nerds around you felt the same reaction as everyone stated hopping up and down to the endlessly catchy bop. For a moment you forgot who you were and what you were doing, all that mattered was hopping up in the grass with all these strangers and dancing to this song.

Within those next 3 minutes, everything felt perfect. You danced with these people you didn't even know who were just happy to be there. Together with another stranger, you brought someone else onto the grass to dance. One person yelled that they liked your shirt, you told another that you adored their cosplay.

Three minutes was all it took to make you forget about being nervous and facing your fears. As the song ended and another started, you felt ready to finally go find him.

Just as you were pulling out your phone, another pic appeared in the group chat and your heart leaped in your chest. He was outside in a place that looked eerily like where you were standing.

You ran to the center of the yard, looking around like mad. It was dark out now, but there were some lights that flooded the courtyard. There! You spotted the familiar messy green hair and found yourself trembling again. This time though, from excitement. The energy and positivity you felt from dancing with everyone had given you the highest high, and biggest confidence boost you could have.

"Beetlejuice?" You called out once, the noise from the dancing and the distance between the two of you causing you not to be heard.

You started walking forward towards him, your feet faster than you anticipated, your face smiling hard.

"Beetlejuice!" You yelled out again, this time his head jerked slightly looking around but still not seeing you. You decided to give him just one more.

"BEETLEJUUUUUICE!" You yelled, running full tilt at him. He turned around, and his face going from confusion to pure joy within 2 seconds. He yelled your name and started running at you as well, his arms outstretched as if to catch you.

You nearly jumped into his arms and he picked you up, spinning you around. You both laughed when he set you down, and he looked at you with excited bright eyes and your heart caught in your throat.

"I almost thought you drowned!" He exclaimed looking you up and down. The way his green eyes scanned your body it was as if he was in awe of you being real. "Wait that's my shirt!!" He was practically bouncing with excitement.

"Y-yeah!" You stuttered, remembering that you needed to actually talk to him. You took him in- the hoodie and striped black and white shirt, the faded jeans, the slight dad bod, and the green ombre hair that seemed to almost glow under the streetlights.

"We gotta take a picture for the group chat!" He pulled you close to his side, his arm around your shoulder as he angled his phone at your faces. You barely had time to smile as he took the picture. It was slightly blurry and grainy from the crappy lighting but you both looked genuinely happy. You made a note to download it later.

Once it was in the chat with an "I FOUND THEM!!!!" attached, he launched into a million questions. He asked how your flight was, what you thought of the con so far, was your room okay?

The two of you played catch up for the next few minutes before he took your hand and started leading you away from the courtyard.

"Where are we going?" You asked, glad that it was dark enough that he couldn't see how red your cheeks were.

"It's almost 10!" He said. "Gotta be at the meet up." Oh right, of course.

He led you through the park, still holding your hand tightly as he brought you to a spot in the park that was covered in brick. You recognized it as one of those fountains that kids could play in where the water would shoot up, though the dry bricks hinted that it was off for the evening. From here you also had a view of the ferris wheel that looked so much bigger from the ground.

As you approached, a handful of people gasped and cheered as Beetlejuice drew close. He waved and greeted the dozen or so people who had been able to show up and meet him. Two of them even recognized you from Twitter and said hi.

The next few hours were filled with selfies, pictures, videos, autographs and games. It almost felt like being a kid again, being able to so easily make friends. You chatted with the group and Beej, so impressed at how he was able to so easily talk to everyone- not once letting anyone feel left out.

But he still stayed close to to you, using any excuse to throw his arm around you or grab your hand, each touch making your heart pound. If you didn't have a crush on him before, you sure did now!

After a few rounds of duck duck beetlegoose, red rover, and hide and seek (which BJ was impossibly good at for some reason), the group split up around midnight. Beetlejuice took your hand again and started leading you back to the convention center and hotel. Though you were starting to hit a wall, you weren't ready to say goodbye yet.

"So Babes, what are we gonna do for the rest of the night?" He asked, looking at you excitedly.

Your answer was cut off by a loud growl coming from your stomach. In all the excitement and nervousness of the day, you hadn't eaten more than some crackers and ginger ale from the plane.

"...Food." you said as he laughed.

"Food it is!" He said. "What do you want to eat?" You thought for a second and looked down the length of the park to the side opposite the convention center. There was the bright yellow sign of a 24/7 diner advertising waffles.

"That!" You said pointing at the building, suddenly taking charge and dragging him behind you.

"Alright, alright, Babes!" He laughed as he caught up with you. "You that hungry?"

"You have no idea." You replied as you started to get your appetite back. He followed you through the park and across the street to the small diner. The inside was a bit crowded but nothing unmanageable for the quickly moving waitstaff. At a glance you could tell that almost every person came from the convention center, either by the lanyards around their necks, the abundance of graphic t-shirts, or the half discarded cosplays while people ate.

You two were seated in the corner at a smaller booth, menus already on the table, but you already knew what you wanted. The green haired man in front of you looked over the menu, for a few moments until a waitress came by for your drink orders.

You ordered a water and some coffee, knowing that this might be the only time you'll be able to have some one-on-one time with Beej this weekend. You were sure that he'd be busy with meeting people and doing panels and autographs and you wanted to make the most of the night.

"I got something on my face, Babes?" Beetlejuice suddenly asked, smirking at you. You hadn't realized how intensity you had been staring at him.

"Ack, sorry." You shook your head slightly. "I'm just starting to hit a wall. It's been a long day."

He gave a small frown. "Do we need to get you back to your room after this?" He asked. There was something about the way he said it that sounded like he was both a little sad and worried. You just shook your head.

"I'll be okay once I have some food and coffee in me." You reassured. "I was kinda hoping that maybe we could check out the arcade together."

His eyes lit up at that. "Really? I was hoping the same thing! I wanna do a vlog of the con and spend time with you and we could give reviews on all the weird games and ask people why they're up so late!"

How was it possible for a grown man to be this cute? How was he making you feel like you were the only person on the planet?

He continued to tell you everything that's happened to him since he arrived at the con. The people he met, the costumes he saw- the way he talked it was almost like he never knew what it was like to be around so many people at once.

Your food arrived, and you were quick to start shoving waffles into your face as you listened to him talk with his mouth full.

"Geeze, you really were hungry huh?" He teased as you finished off your plate in record time. "I'm normally the fast eater."

You laughed sheepishly. "I hadn't eaten all day." You admitted. "I was, uh... too nervous and distracted."

He frowned and placed on of his waffles on your plate. "Breathers need to eat!" He insisted. "Don't do that! Also what were you even nervous for?"

Normally you would have said no to taking someone else's food, but that was a face you couldn't say no to. Plus you were still kind of hungry.

"I guess I was a little nervous about finally meeting you face to face." You admitted, drowning the waffle in syrup.

"You know that's fair. Most people I meet don't usually go out of their way to meet me." He let out a laugh. "At least they didn't before I started the whole playing games thing. Actually the last time someone went out of their way to call me I kinda kicked their parents out of the house, scared off a bunch of people and killed some cult leader named Kevin."

You snorted between bites. You wondered where he even came up with this stuff. He'd make a great writer, probably.

“Are you still nervous?” he asked, his voice lower and calmer than what you were used to with the man. You shook your head.

“No. I’m really happy right now.” you replied and you could see him visibly relax. It wasn’t often that he acted calm, especially when there were other people around.

The rest of the meal was eaten with quiet chit chat as he continued to ask you questions about yourself and you reigning him in to talk about the convention schedule and to finalize the plan.

"Okay, so looks like the panel you're running is Saturday around 3, and your autograph session in early Sunday." You said, scrolling through your phone, typing out the schedule. "That leaves all of Friday open-"

"Not quite." He said. "I uh, do have a plan for us on Friday night." For a second he seemed to hesitate. You looked up, a little surprised.

"...Us?" You asked. "As in, just us us, or us as in a group?"

"I have a surprise for you on Friday and I want it to be just us and I wanted it to be a surprise but I'm so bad at secrets and I want to tell you-" he started, but you cut him off, your cheeks turning slightly warm.

"I don't have any plans." You said. "I'd love to do whatever surprise you have planned. Maybe. Wait, is this gonna be another 'ball pit" incident?" You asked suspiciously.

He held his hands up in mock surrender. "No, not this time! This is a real surprise!"

"I'm sure that was a relationship surprise too, according to your room mates."

"This is different, cross my heart and hope to live!"

"I'm can't wait." You said, heart pounding in your chest. Though the two of you had been talking to each other for a few months now, you always assumed that you were just a Mod in his chat to him. The fact the he seemed to have gone out of his way to make plans for the two of you lit a small spark of hope in your heart.

The meal ended with you paying the tab and him picking up the tip.

"It's almost 1:30." You noted. "If you have plans for Friday night, then the best time to get footage of the arcade without fighting with the lines would probably be now or Saturday at 3 in the morning. "

"This is why I needed you here, Babes." He said, looking at you with pride. "You understand things I wouldn't even think of! Now let's go absolutely ape shit on these nerds." His smile as he said that last line looked feral and slightly dangerous. You would probably need a cold shower after you retired for the night.

And so Thursday night came to a close, with you walking into the start of Friday holding hands with a demon gamer. You noted to yourself that this was only the beginning, and you couldn't wait to see where the rest of the weekend went.

Next Chapter

#Beetlejuice x reader #gamer beej #the convention fic #nacht fic #i'll add a read more later #plz review

[lambychop]

Siren!beej

“I’ve been swimming with piranhas, I don’t need a shark”

[imma-fucking-nerd]

Now It’s She Who Calls the Sea

Part 2 to Into the Arms of the Sea

((I got this amazing idea thanks to the LOVELY BRILLIANT brain of @the-ineffable-prince-of-hells ))

Trigger Warning: Violent Imagery, Mentions of Blood, Suicide 

((didn’t think I’d need a trigger warning but then I wrote it-)) 

It had been a few weeks since you heard the beautiful sound of his voice from the safety of your home. A few weeks since the siren had lured you from the land and into the cold embrace if the sea. A few weeks since Beetlejuice had kissed your lips and damned your soul forever. A few weeks since you woke up to the sight of him, as he fed on your lifeless corpse. A few weeks, that felt like an eternity.

At first, you didn't understand what had happened. One moment you were being held close in a tender embrace under the frigid water. The next, you had opened your eyes to see that the owner of the voice you had grown to fall in love with, was dragging your body further under the water. To then, start ripping your flesh apart. Your own blood spreading and flowing around you. You didn't understand what was happening. Was this a dream? It had to be a dream. You were still underwater but you didn't need to breath. 'It was just a dream', you told yourself. But after a few hours the sun rose, and the horrible truth set it. This was no dream. You were dead. Buried in the ocean floor, and the stomach of the siren.

In the past weeks you had gone through the five stages of grief, well all except two. Anger and acceptance. Usually anger was one of the earliest stages, but you skipped right over it. You weren't much of an angry person, until now that is. Anger was what fueled you, and what kept you trapped beneath the water's surface. It was the only thing keeping you from moving on. At least, that’s what you thought.

In the early days after your unfortunate death, you had done nothing but lay on the sandy ocean floor and stare up at the waters surface. Your skin had a blue tint to it now, and your hair was forever flowing elegantly through the water. One night, you had heard a familiar and once beautiful voice that now haunted you. That was what triggered your rage. You weren't just mad that he had killed you, you were also mad that his voice still held control over your heart. As you heard his voice, you sang along and followed the sound.

When Beetlejuice first heard the echo of your voice, he thought he had imagined it. The dead couldn't sing. But again he tried to sing his song, only to hear your voice. It was hauntingly beautiful and eerie. Again, he just thought it was his imagination. Maybe it was his guilt? He had to admit that when you came to him so willingly it had taken him aback slightly. Usually it took more persuasion for him to get them into the water. But you, you just....jumped in. No hesitation. In fact, you were eager. Why would you do that? Did his song touch you that deeply? Were you that lonely? He shook his head. He was probably just stronger than he thought he was. Yeah, that had to be it. 

Now he was no longer in the mood to go hunting anymore so he made is way back to his cave. You watched him and followed a couple of feet behind. You knew you were a ghost, but you weren’t sure if he could see the dead or not so you kept your distance to be safe. Although, it wasn’t necessarily like he could kill you again. You furrowed your eyebrows, your anger starting to take over, and you started closing the distance. You wanted to make him pay. You wanted to make him suffer. You wanted to hurt him like he had hurt you. You wanted to make him feel loved, and found, before ripping it all away. You were never this malicious when you you alive, you couldn’t even stand up for yourself. But you weren’t alive anymore. 

Beetlejuice had reached his cave, which was littered with many trinkets and other things that must have fallen from the land. Or the things he looted from his victims. He perched himself of his rock and stretched, sprawling across the rock. Just as he was starting to get comfortable, he heard it. Your voice. It was soft, and faint. He froze for a second before shaking his head, cursing himself for almost giving into his delusions. He curled up onto his rock and tried to go to sleep, but heard it again. This time it was closer, it mimicked his signature song and sounded like it had when he was luring her. He shot up and looked around, of course he couldn’t see anything. He swallowed hard as he failed to convince himself that it was just his imagination, his hair becoming streaked with yellow. The next time he heard it he nearly jumped out of his skin and all the color drained from his face. It came from inside of his cave. 

“Uhh, hello....?” he spoke out, a little more timidly than he would’ve liked.

He knew that ghosts existed. Of course they did, after all if a creature like him existed then surely other supernatural entities existed too. This was in part why he tried to kill his prey with them feeling the least fear possible. He really didn’t like the idea of being haunted. Also, he wasn’t into the taste of fear. He thought that you were happy when you died. No, he didn’t think you were happy, he knew it. You were smiling and leaning into his kiss and everything. So why were you here? You should have been on your way to the other side, or wherever ghosts went. Maybe....maybe he went overboard and you were too attached to him to move on? The thought of that made him feel a certain way. He was snapped out of his thoughts when your voice echoed right beside him. He jumped and nearly fell off his rock. 

You watched him as he desperately tried to find the source of your voice. You walked circles around him, taking in his appearance. The fact that he was handsome made you feel a mixture of anger and sadness. It made your stupid, stupid heart feel things that you didn’t want to feel. He didn’t care about you. He lured you in and killed you for nothing but a meal. That’s all you were. You hated the fact that you felt like you could have meant something, anything. Softly, you sang his song and his head snapped towards your direction, but he saw right through you. 

Beetlejuice didn’t know what to do. The more he heard her voice the more the guilt built up. His hair was streaked with yellow and purple. He had never felt like this after killing someone. It was just part of his nature to do. But this time was different, you were different. Not only because you were the first victim to be haunting him, but the fact that you were the first to be so willing to join him in the waters made him feel bad. He knew the only reason that was the case was because you must have been overwhelmingly alone. He knew all too well how that felt. 

It had been weeks since you first came to him. You never left his side, and whenever he would sing, you would echo his call. Beetlejuice tried so, so hard to ignore you. To ignore the guilt of killing a poor girl who was as lonely as he was. It didn’t help that your voice was enchanting, as if you were a siren yourself. He had given up on trying to hunt for human flesh. He just couldn’t bear to hear your voice as he tried to lure in his prey anymore. Once it had gotten to that point, you starting singing without him. Like you did when you first followed him to his home. Now, he couldn’t even sleep without hearing your voice echoing through is cave. No matter how hard he tried to block out the sound, it was useless. 

One day, he finally had enough. Enough of hearing your damn voice. Enough of being reminded of how much of a monster he was. Enough of living. If you could even call his state of being ‘living’ anyways. The words of his mother echoed in his mind. ‘You’re pathetic.’ ‘You’re an embarrassment to sirens everywhere.’  ‘I wish you were never born.’ She was right, he really was a pathetic waste of space, wasn’t he? His hands went up to his black and dark blue hair and pulled on it as tears formed in his eyes. A low growl came from his throat and he picked up the nearest object, throwing it across the cave with all his might. Whatever it was, it shattered on impact with the stone. He continued to destroy everything in his path. Then suddenly, he heard the sound of metal hitting the ground of the cave. He froze and looked over, there lying on the ground was a dagger he had stolen from some prince. 

You watched as he had his mental breakdown. A pang of guilt hit you, but you weren’t going to back down now. ‘He deserves this.’ you told yourself. You knew you were driving him insane, and you were ready for the final push. You managed to pull together enough energy to knock down the dagger. It was the only real deadly thing you saw among the mess that was the cave. At least, the least dramatic of weapons. All he had to do was take the sign. 

Beetlejuice slowly approached the dagger and picked it up. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he turned over the blade on his hands. You were standing right in front of him. You saw the pain in his eyes and it reminded you of yourself. Of all the nights that you spent crying yourself to sleep. Of all the times you felt like you wanted to end it all. You swallowed thickly and your hands balled up into fists. You were having second thoughts, but it was far too late to back out of the plan now. The damage had already been done, and you didn’t think you had enough energy to snatch the dagger away. All you could do was watch and think, ‘Is this really what I want?’ ‘This doesn’t make me feel better.’ ‘Oh god. what have I done?’ ‘I’m so sorry.’ All the anger that had once controlled your actions was gone, being replaced by guilt. At least he had a reason for killing you. But what did you gain from this? It was a petty revenge scheme that drove you to make someone feel the way you swore you’d never want anyone else to feel. 

Beetlejuice moved to sit on his rock, and you sat next to him. This was your fault, so you had to see it through. No matter how much you wish you could stop it. He twisted the dagger in his hands and stared at it intently, a tear falling onto the blade. He inhaled sharply and held up the dagger, aiming it right towards his heart. His hands, no, his whole body was trembling. You reached up and put a hand on his shoulder, even if you knew he couldn’t feel it. He dropped his arms and stared sobbing loudly, his grip on the dagger tightening. Then, you did the only thing you could think of, you sang. Your voice was soft and slow, like a lullaby. Beetlejuice froze when he heard it, he didn’t move for a long while before he took a deep breath. He lifted up the dagger to his heart once more and in one swift motion, with all the strength he had left, he plunged the dagger into his heart. You winced at the strangled gasp he made as the blade went deep, but you forced yourself to watch with tears rolling down your cheeks. In a matter of seconds his body slumped over and fell to the ground, his blood pooled around his body. ‘At least it was quick.’ You thought to yourself. 

You don’t know how long you sat there, watching over his corpse. You didn’t know how long it took the soul to leave the body. Did sirens even have souls? Did they even become ghost when killed? You didn’t know which answer would be worse. It felt like ages, but finally you heard a soft gasp. You looked up and saw him standing above his own corpse.

“It’s you....” He spoke, his voice barely a whisper. 

You stood up and looked him with glossy guilt filled eyes, and he looked at you with the same. 

“I’m sorry,” you both said in unison. 

Although you both had more than enough reason to hate each other, you didn’t. You understood why he had killed you, and he understood why you wanted revenge. Instead of spending all of eternity despising each other, you both decided to cure each other’s loneliness. That being said, it would still take a lot of time and effort to completely forgive each other. But the two of you had all the time in the world now. 

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[monsterlovinghours]

Could you do something with mafia!beej where his s/o is singing at his speakeasy and he is just so proud and 100% most definitely turned on by them?? Also you are so amazing and lovely!!!!!

i forgot to add it to my original list of headcanons, but i absolutely headcanon that once he finds out his s/o can sing they’re on the stage at least twice a week. fem s/o bc i’m being indulgent and sad

also this song and this song really add to the feel of this story

The smoke lingering in the air added a hazy, dreamy feel to the place as the spotlight settled on her, head bent to conceal her face as the beat of a single bass string quieted the room. And oh, when she lifted her head, curls spilling over her shoulders and ruby-red lips curled in a sultry pout, all eyes were drawn to her. The dancing notes from the grand piano she stood hipshot against were like magic in the still air. A flash of leg from beneath the flowing silk of her skirt, heels tapping against the stage as she took a step forward, and then she began to sing. Her voice was sweet as honey, smoother than aged bourbon, with a rich tremolo that filled each molecule of oxygen with sound. All were captivated by her, transfixed by her siren song, and he was no exception.

From the shadows in the back of the room, yellow eyes glowing from his usual seat by the bar, he watched her with a possessive air, watched her saunter around the room, basking in their attention yet only seeking the gaze of one. Of him. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, the sweetest of smiles curled those soft lips, and she winked. No one heard his low, rumbling growl of arousal as he settled back into his chair, a king upon his throne watching his queen walk among peasants. Such a sweet, pretty thing, full of power and smoke and fire until he had his hand resting against her throat. And when he couldn’t, she wore a string of pearls as a placeholder, nestled in the hollow of her throat, alternating black and white. A unique strand that set her apart, the marked her as his; that is, if the suck-bruises at her pulse couldn’t do the trick.

He took a sip of his scotch, cigar smoke wreathing his head as the song finished, her hips swaying as she sashayed back onto the stage to the thunder of applause. Even he whistled for her, grinning that devil’s smile. Yes, he would require an encore performance from her, sprawled out in the back room with her dress around her hips. He would drink from her skin, sweet and spiced like brandy, sip at her pleasure, bask in the victory of her orgasm, and all who set foot here would know by the smell of her, the sweetness of her perfume mixed with earth and smoke and blood, that she was his.

[hoodoo12]

Ménage (3/13ish)

NSFW, tentative start, desire, bold suggestion

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It was gentle, that first intimate contact, and she let her eyes slip closed. The coolness of his lips helped the sting, and if her mouth hadn’t been occupied she would have told him that for this, for him, she didn’t mind a little pain. During the kiss, she inched closer, felt a pull in her gut she couldn’t ignore, craving more touches, more kisses, more of him.

The slightly salty taste of the blood on her lips made him groan deep in his throat. He was no vampire or incubus, but the taste of it excited him too; breathers had no clue about how intoxicating it could be.

He couldn't help wanting more, and his tongue slipped through her lips, delving a little deeper, wanting not just a lick of salt but the underlying taste of her. His free hand came up and half caught the nape of her neck and half threaded into her hair, keeping her close, while the hand that had grown still on her thigh gave her a squeeze and inched slightly higher, to the junction between her legs.

The rumble of that deep, throaty groan buzzed against her lips, seeming to reach down into her and set her bones to vibrating, nerves strummed like guitar strings. Molly pressed closer, parting her lips for him, goosebumps prickling across her skin as his hand settled against the side of her neck, fingers twisted in her Mediterranean blue hair. She wasn't sure if this was how all first kisses were supposed to feel, or if he was just especially good, but for all the heartache that preceded it, she was glad that he had been the first to kiss her.

A jolt went through her as his fingers crept inward, pressing lightly between her legs, cold meeting warm, Atlantic meeting the Caribbean. The soft noise she made melted like sugar between their tongues, her hands fumbling at the knot of his tie, pulling it loose before smoothing down his chest, flicking open the first couple of buttons on his shirt. It was only fair she get a head start, with him in a suit and her only in a t-shirt and shorts.

Her fingers loosened his tie and popped the buttons on his shirt quickly; lewdly he wondered if they were going to be nimble enough to undo a zipper that was being strained by his hard on. He also wondered, despite her seeming to like this kiss, if she was going to pull away or slap him if his hand moved in closer--

--nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Beetlejuice lightly, delicately, drew his fingers up the seam of her shorts, right over her pussy. It was a light enough touch that he could feign innocence if she asked, but his grin through the kiss would give him away.

It may have been her imagination, or perhaps her hands getting used to the temperature of his skin, but he seemed warmer below the collarbones, her hands gently nudging his shirt aside to feel the smooth slide of her palms against him. What was it about skin to skin contact that felt so nice? Her head tilted, changing the angle of the kiss, adjusting to the taste of earth and cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey...not an entire unpleasant combination.

Her back stiffened, her lips breaking from his in a soft gasp as his fingers traced so lightly over her, the touch gentle but deliberate. Though their mouths weren't connected, she could nonetheless feel his grin, could practically hear the creak of dead skin stretching. There should have been hesitation, even dread, a moment of please wait I don't know if this is what I want.

But there wasn't.

Molly gently pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, worried that he would take this pause for displeasure. In an echo from when he had first drawn his fingers across her skin, she whispered, "Do that again."

Her hands left fire in their wake as her palms went down his chest; he felt the warmth of them settle deeply inside, and it fanned the flames of desire. They never knew he’d just revel in simple touch, if they let him--not that he complained when they wanted more!

A chuckle came more from his throat than his mouth at her request.

“Do it again, babydoll?” he asked, even as his fingers complied, drawing up her most intimate area with a little more pressure. The warmth from her hands was nothing compared to the heat between her legs, and he licked his teeth. “And again? Again?”

With each query he repeated the motion, adding more force, with each pass. He paused then, his hand fully cupping her mound; his palm pressed to the top while his fingers were lower between her legs. He used just the tips to stroke her steadily, without moving his hand from this position. He grinned again, and darted forward to kiss her again, less easy now, more demand and expectation.

Again, that laugh like distant thunder, reverberating through her despite its softness. She nodded, not trusting her lungs to fill enough to reply as his fingers traced over her, up and down, pressing the pads more firmly against her until he held her, quite literally, in the palm of his hands. The gentle stroke of his fingertips accompanied by the press if his palm was maddening, and she let out an soft whimper.

His lips smothered the sound, the kiss deeper, hungrier. She had to get closer, might die if she didn’t, and moving carefully to keep from dislodging his hand, she all but climbed into his lap, opening the rest of his buttons and pressing herself to his bare chest, fingers locked together behind his neck.

"Beej . . . oh honey . . . please don't stop."

Her bold move was sexy, and he told her so.

"I like a woman who knows what she wants, beautiful," he murmured, and continued to stroke her through her shorts. "Any chance you'd lose your shirt for me? This is a perfect position for me to  . . ."

He pursed his lips before touching the tip of his tongue to the center of his upper lip, and deliberately dropped his gaze to her chest to make his meaning clear. If she pulled her shirt over her head and reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, her hair may move forward to her chest. Then he'd get the pretty picture of blue locks over her tits, like a mermaid--or more realistically, a siren. More practically, it'd shift her away from his crotch for a moment; he'd love a second to readjust himself.

His question, and the following lewd gaze and flicker of his tongue across his lip, made her bite her lip, sore spot be damned. A shiver rippled down her spine, and she was honestly surprised the force of it didn't shake her off his lap.

"God, yes," she breathed.

Molly was half tempted to make him take it off of her, but she was not about to let him gain his hand back from its position between her thighs. Leaning back a bit, she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, revealing a lack of a bra; she rarely wore them much anymore, finding them uncomfortable and confining. The scrap of fabric was tossed aside, her hair spilling over her shoulders in gentle waves like the ocean its color mimicked.

Her hands cradled his head, pressed softly to his cheeks before sliding down his neck, her touch deliberate and slow, as much for him to enjoy as for her. Gently, if a bit insistently, she pushed the suit jacket from his shoulders, helping him shed it entirely before tugging his shirt open. Had she noticed the little silver piercings in his nipples before? Surely not, or she would have felt the same tingle of heat in her belly as she did now, letting her fingertips lightly graze over the metal.

She shrugged out of her shirt and he got a tantalizing glimpse of her tits bouncing before her hair covered them, just as he expected and wanted.

Her hands brushed over his scruff and neck and he groaned at the heat of them, then when she made it to his shoulders and it was clear she wanted his jacket off him, he briefly considered simply making it disappear. But who was he to deny a woman stripping him? So he shifted awkwardly to help facilitate removing it, surging upward from his core and managing to kiss her as she shoved his frayed jacket off his shoulders. As he fell back, leaving it crushed underneath him, he murmured how sweet her mouth was, and reached up to the side of her neck to pull her to him again, for another taste.

While his tongue lapped at hers, the act of getting his arms out of the sleeves meant he had to move his hand off its new favorite spot from between her legs, but that also gave him a moment to rock his hips and realign his cock so it lay slightly more comfortably behind his fly.

He watched her fingers finish popping the chipped buttons on his shirt, and when they discovered and she lightly rubbed his piercings, he jumped.

His eyes flicked to hers before they were drawn back to her hands on his nipples. Mimicking her earlier request, he asked in a breathy moan, "Do that again, baby?"

Would she ever get tired of the way he kissed her? Would each brush of his lips against hers continue to throw sparks, like she were flint, and he steel?

A soft whine left her as the pressure of his hand between her legs disappeared, but the moan he gave her in response to her fingertips on his nipples and his breathless request more than made up for it. She smiled as she thumbed his nipples, stroking back and forth in a steady rhythm, her thumbnail flicking the piercings with every other pass or so.

"I like it when you moan," she confessed, chancing a glance down to see how the front of his pants seemed to bulge alarmingly. Shifting forward, she pressed her hips to his, a sigh of pleasure escaping at the feeling of him, still confined, rubbing against her through thin cotton. "I like making you moan."

Her hand settled against his cheek; as if magnetized, it always seemed to drift back there, no matter where she placed her hands.

"Sweetheart," she murmured gently, leaning in to press a kiss between his brows, "please, touch me."

Her fingers, strumming his piercings? It was a good thing she confessed liking to hear him moan, because he had no control over it when she played with them like that. Her mouth would be even better--

That thought was derailed as she adjusted her position in his lap and settled heavily onto his trapped and aching cock. It might have been his imagination, but he would swear he could feel the heat of her pussy through the layers of fabric.

At her request, he licked his lower lip, and when he replied, his voice dropped a measure, making it deep.

"Tell me where and how, baby. You want my mouth on those beautiful tits? Do you want me to lick each and every bit of ink you've got on you? I like this one--" he dragged his fingers up her left thigh, over the permanent words there, "--even though I'm no angel. You want my fingers against your pussy again? You called me up, tell me what you want best."

Her hair brushed against his skin as Molly leaned forward, hands flat on his chest, his nipples hard tips against her palms.

"I want all of it, Beej. Touch me however, wherever." Her hands slipped lower, over the rounded curve of his belly, the texture of the sparse hair tantalizing. "You've got my consent, honey, you don't have to wait for me to tell you what to do."

She could feel the phantom trace of his fingers up her thigh, and suddenly wished she had more tattoos, more hidden artwork for him to discover, to trace, to run his tongue over.

"Besides," she added, "I get the feeling that not a lot of people ask you what you want. You're not . . ." Her forehead pressed to his as she sighed, searching for the words. "You're not a genie, I don't want you to have to follow orders."

Her fingers pushed through his hair, which wasn't stiff or wiry like she had expected, but thick and oddly soft.

Beetlejuice groaned as her hands moved from chest to abdomen and practically purred with her nails on his scalp. His head lolled at the soft massage. The physical touch plus someone who granted him consent? If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

Her forehead on his made her too close to see clearly, but he didn’t need to see to reach further back along her leg, to the swell of her ass. He slipped a finger, then all of them, under the soft elastic of her panties at her upper thigh, and stretching a little further, he managed to dip his finger into her pussy from behind.

The heat of it made him groan.

He licked his lips. He wanted to touch her everywhere, lick every inch of her body, rut into her, fill her with come--then he remembered she’d mentioned never having done any of this before. It didn’t dump ice water on him completely, but he should probably not just fuck her like an animal.

So. Slight change in plans.

“Molly, babydoll . . . granting a demon consent and permission is a dangerous thing,” he told her quietly, “but I’m not going to decline. What I want is for you to lay back on this couch and finger yourself. Show me what you do when you’re touching yourself. Show me how you like it.”

He lifted his hips a little, to both press up into her, exactly where he wanted to be, and to unseat her.

The icy shock of his fingers dipping into the scorching silk of her wetness made her jolt forward, into him, moaning as her head fell to his shoulder, breasts pressed to his bare chest as she buried her face in his neck. Her head didn’t remain there for long, lifting when she heard the word "demon." Hadn't he professed to being a ghost?

"So you're a demon?" Her tone was even, without a trace of fear or surprise. She supposed it made sense, with his inhuman features and disdain for celestial beings. Then, a smile broke over her face. "I actually summoned a demon? Holy shit. Is it weird that I feel kind of honored that you answered?"

 tbc . . . 

@beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @thewolfisapartofmysoul @dilfyjuice @janitor-boy

#writing #fanfiction #Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice x OC #rp #Beetlejuice based on blumjuice

[witchyrem-ains]

Beetlejuice and Betelgeuse - Headcanon + Story

I have the “too much gene” and as a result a quick idea turned into a short story/beetlejuice x reader/beetlejuice HC.  I’m dyslexic, grammar and spelling aren’t my strong suits. 

Beetleb@bes DNI.

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Having lived in the city your entire life you’ve never actually seen stars. Pictures on a projection are okay, and the view of city lights over the hills are beautiful. But it certainly can’t compare to the majesty of the universe. 

You received a job offer on the east coast, some nowhere town in Connecticut. You’d be able to work from home and still maintain your passion for art. It didn’t take you long to pack your bags and say goodbye to your family before you were off. 

Arriving in Winter River Connecticut was less than favorable. A downpour had done serious damage to your new home, and you wouldn’t be able to work in the house until repairs were done. 

At least there was one motel you could stay in while repairs were underway. Before heading there, you stopped by the Art Supply store and bumped into a vibrant woman; who was lecturing an employee on the differences between water-based and polymer clays. Having noticed that you’d picked up some sculpting tools the vivacious woman introduced herself as “Delia Deetz” and excitedly grabbed hold of a teenager decorated in gothic closing, “And this is Lydia! She’s my step-daughter!” 

You exchanged quick casual conversation but found that Delia was relentless; wanting to know everything about you and your skills. You mentioned you’ve shown in a few exhibitions, nothing big. Positively dazzled (and much to Lydia’s embarrassment) you’d been swept off your feet and invited to their home for dinner. 

The Deetz’s home was... unique. A blend of modern geometric furniture and shapes that clashed with rustic homemade furniture. Once Delia got wind of your situation in your new home you were ushered into the guest bedroom. Guess you were staying the night then? 

Delia talked your ear off. Her husband, Charles, was constantly amused by her enthusiasm. Lydia was interesting though; she’d duck behind walls and whisper to a small group of people, two wearing green, and another in a striped suit. 

It didn’t take long for you to pipe up and ask, “Who are the people in green and the guy in the suit?” 

The entire household went quiet. 

“You can see us?” Piped up a man in green plaid. 

“Yes. Obviously.” 

Elated, the plaid shirted man introduced himself as Adam Maitland and the woman in green was his wife Barbara. They quickly explained they were ghosts and didn’t have much company outside of the Deetz’s. The most peculiar of all, the man in the striped suit, stepped forward. With a snap of his fingers the house turned into a party worthy of a macabre Great Gatsby. Zombie Showgirls dancing, champagne popping, jazz blaring from a skeleton band, singing from sirens, darkness and light dancing at his fingertips. As quickly as it has all appeared, it was gone... he introduced himself as “The Ghost with the Most!” 

“He’s Beetlejuice.” The rest of the house sighed, obviously used to his shenanigans. 

One way or another you’d been at the Deetz/Maitland household for 2 weeks. Repairs were taking longer than you had hoped. 

They were all kind people. You worked with Delia in her studio on your art, you were learning new crafts with the Maitlands, you bonded with Charles over architecture, Lydia took a liking to you after you introduced her to some new bands and horror movies. Beetlejuice remained an anomaly. Every time you were alone with him he’d put on outlandish shows, Mardi Gras themed, Carnival, Greek, each theme peppered with his signature goth and gore. Each party also had an abundance of alcohol and drugs that Beetlejuice ravenously indulged in. 

You didn’t actually know him though. Not as well as you would have liked. He partied hard, he hung out with Lydia, complained a lot, but mostly put on insane shows to keep himself busy. Or so you thought.

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The skies had been dark for nearly 3 weeks, icy rain continuing to fall. At this rate you might as well unpack your things and move into the house. You were relaxing with Lydia, helping her sort out her photography into various photo albums.  “Hey Lyds...”  “Hm?” She asked, only half paying attention, as she tried to decide if a picture of crows belonged in the “Foreboding”, “Ominous”, or “Murder” pile.  “How come Beej’s hair is always pink?”  Lydia scoffed, “It’s not pink you dingus. It’s usually green. His hair changes color with his mood. Purple when he’s bummed out, red when he’s angry, and green is his usual M.O.” “Oh...” you sat puzzled, “But, everytime I see him his hair is pink. What does pink mean?”  “Dunno...” she shrugged, sliding the last of her pictures into the albums, “Ask him yourself.” 

Retiring to your room, you pondered about Beetlejuice. Strange guy. You couldn’t quite nail him down. 

You flopped down on to your bed, ready to reply to emails when something glimmering caught your eye. 

Outside of your window you saw them: stars! 

You flew out of the bed and flung open the window as fast as you could, pulling yourself out the window on to the ledge. You gasped, clasping your hands together, “Stars!” You cheered, “Such beautiful stars!” For the first time in weeks the sky was clear and bright; and more beautiful than you ever imagined. 

“Heh.” you heard a chuckle. Just a few windows down was Beetlejuice, lounging on the roof, “Ya act like you haven’t ever seen gas. Just let one rip and light it on fire. That’s a human thing, right?”  You rolled your eyes, boldly moving towards him, “You don’t get it!” you exclaimed, “I’ve never SEEN stars before! Where I’m from you can see 3 or 4, there are more helicopters in the sky than actual stars! And oh my god, aren’t they gorgeous?” 

Your hands fell over your heart, the romantic in you bursting through. “I love them! I love them all. They’re like jewels in the sky! I wish I could pluck them out of space and hold them in my hands, admire it, love it, set it free like a butterfly--” 

Beetlejuice laughed, for the first time you finally noticed that his hair was a bright green instead of pink. The more boisterous his laugh the brighter green his hair became.  “Oh you’re somethin’ else sweetheart.” He taunted, throwing himself back against the roof dramatically, “Oh stars! Come to me and let me worship you like a lil lap dog!” He mocked, “I’m so deep, I’m a struggling artist! Misunderstood by the world! Only the emptiness of the universe understands my dark soul!”  His taunting continued, mocking your adoration for the stars relentlessly. You’d patiently taken his mockery until you decided to turn the tables.  “What about you, huh?” You took a large step forward, “Are you so bored with everything that you need be drunk or high to keep your mind off your own misery? Don’t think I haven’t seen you at your insane parties! All you do is create them so you can get high off your ass.”  Beetlejuice stopped his mockery on a dime, the green in his hair shifting into shades of pink and red.  “Watch it Breather.” He warned, stepping forward until you two were nose to nose, “It’s a three story drop and I’m not above murder.”  “You watch it!” You snapped, “I thought you were this upbeat, optimistic guy! But you’re actually just a shell of what USED to be a person, absolutely dead inside and trying to fill the void.” Turning your back to him, you headed towards your room, slipping back inside and slamming the window. 

Those stars you wanted to see for so long? Not worth it after all. 

What you didn’t see was The Ghost with the Most, slouching outside your window, quitely cursing himself for being an ass. His hair fading into a deep violet. 

End - Part 1

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BLOOD TW!!!!

fanart for @imma-fucking-nerd​ ‘s siren beej x reader story WHICH I RECOMMEND READING (https://imma-fucking-nerd.tumblr.com/post/189407784275/into-the-arms-of-the-sea part 1 https://imma-fucking-nerd.tumblr.com/post/189448826385/now-its-she-who-calls-the-sea-part-2-to-into-the part 2)

i started this at the beginning of the month but only finished it today oops :,)))

anyway im absolutely in love with siren beej and i love that fic and im just DRVFTVRCRTFR%^TGYHUJdyghugFTGYRTVBN

#my art #fucking READ THE FIC #aaAAAAAAAAAAA

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im copying previous person 💬 padlock 2 screech lol

Padlock, to Screech: Heeey a fellow ghoulie! Sorta? A siren? I’m a gargoyle myself, as you can see. Can you fly on those wings o’ yours? Cuz I can only glide. Anyway, it’s nice to meet you! Don’t let Beej get on your nerves too much. Just let me know if he does and I’ll set him straight!

#s/i padlock #padlock is getting lots of love!