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amrv-5 · 1 year

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I wasn’t around for the fun NSFW game yesterday so if you’re still taking prompts 🥺 A, C, L, N, Q (for Beejhawk obvs 💓)

yes I'm ALWAYS taking prompts HELLO LISA!!!! and THANK YOU!!!!! and as always these all turn into essays ough:

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Okay, for Beejhawk, they're very touchy-feely. I think BJ might have a less casual come-down (ha) after sex than Hawk who has had a fair number of casual partners, especially early on in the relationship, and needs a little more reassurance/looking after than might be anticipated. Reassuring physical touch, obviously, but also a fair amount of praise afterwards. I can't believe I missed listing a mild praise kink on the other asks, because, yeah, that guy likes to be told he's good, I think. He's also more immediate about needing/wanting to get cleaned up after. Sex -> cleanup -> cuddling and aftercare. Meanwhile Hawkeye's a lovebug in all aspects of life and will just sort of melt on top of BJ regardless of stickiness, etc., which brings us to:

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Hawkeye is a fan for sure--in, on, around, whatever--and I think his enthusiasm rubs off (ha) on BJ over time. Definitely some possessiveness on BJ's part that he can lean into with filling up/covering Hawk, and then on the other hand Hawk, Mr. Breeding Kink himself, is definitely into the natural converse of that.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Boring answer but first place goes to the bedroom. I think after so long stuck in a place with very little privacy, the appeal of having a space with real walls and doors that can be cozy, safe, and entirely their own is going to be significant. Plus, again, after so long making do with narrow cots and awful blankets for comfort, and w/just a supply room floor, a blanket by a minefield, etc. for sex, I really do think that the comfort of a real soft big bed is important.

Less boring answer, I think that they both are great at working each other up, and if one person is really suddenly on, it won't take the other long to get on board, so I think there's a lot of spontaneous around-the-house sex when feasible, which is less a question of favorite spots as much as it is where do they happen to be when things precipitate, and is it worth it to move the whole affair to the bedroom.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I'm going to go against the common grain and actually say (my take on) Beejhawk probably wouldn't be into public sex, both as in 'objects of viewing during sex' and 'subtle sex in a public space.' I think Hawk, or my take on him, tends to be shier in some aspects than other fanon takes, and I think especially after moving from a lot of casual sex to sex with somebody he's very emotionally connected to, it would feel weird to introduce a number of voyeur-strangers into the dynamic. It's private, it's special, somebody finally chose to stay with him and him alone, and I don't actually think he'd be that big on sharing that. Similarly I think BJ is both too possessive of Hawkeye to get off on anything particularly public--maybe he likes the idea of it, showing Hawkeye off, fucking him in front of people who all think Hawkeye is so pretty but BJ's the only one allowed to touch, but in reality he'd balk. And, too, I think he's a little more skittish than some other Beej takes--it's still the 50s, after all, and while kink has existed forever, I'm not hedging my bets that they're going to get all the way to full public sex show level. And also, it's the 50s in America: any sort of public sex is far more dangerous than is worth it, I think, to my Beejhawk take. Nobody wants to catch a felony charge. Oh this got me in my feelings actually ouuugh moving on

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

I think they're both insane about each other, and so by sheer amount and frequency they're going to be in a lot of situations conducive to quickies. I think they'd always prefer to take their time with each other, but like, if they've got 15 minutes before work and Hawkeye decides he Needs It Now Please BJ is absolutely going to always oblige him, even if he doesn't get off himself. Actually I think they're also into non-completion, even, with this sort of thing. Initiating stuff they know has real time pressure involved and accepting that sometimes it'll have to stop abruptly, and they'll need to wait and wait..and wait...and wait to get some more alone time, that's totally a thing for them. Catching each other's eyes as they both step out of the car at work, knowing that in exactly eight hours...etc.

#THANK YOU!!!!!!#ask game

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arttheclown · 1 year

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i haven’t talked much anywhere (even on discord) about my thoughts on the beetlejuice sequel and it’s just… idk man. i love beej, he’s a favourite fictional character of mine and i’ve always wanted to see keaton play him one more time but almost everything i’ve learned about the film sits poorly with me. i feel like if this sequel had been made even 5-6 years ago it would feel less cash-grabby than it does now in our sea of endless reboots. 2016-2018 honestly would’ve been the prime time for it, imo, because both keaton and ryder were having their career resurgences around that point. i think ortega is a good actress and she seems like a sweet person — and i get Why she was picked to play lydia’s daughter — but admittedly i worry that her casting is less a missing piece of the puzzle finally coming into place and more so “she’s a big name right now so let’s use her to sell tickets.” i also really hope that her character won’t be lydia lite or wednesday 2.0 and that she’ll be treated as her own person, but… we’ll see. 🤷 they keep emphasizing her joining the cast over ryder’s return and it makes me worry that lydia will be treated as a footnote in the story she’s supposed to be a big part of. it makes me sad.

but to be frank? i just hate burton’s racist sell-out ass and know he’s gonna make a ton of money off this and it makes me grit my teeth. it’s such a lose-lose situation because you know if he didn’t direct BJ2 his fans would make a massive stink about it no matter how much you remind them of his words and actions. 😒 funny as hell too, because even on a purely creative level the project would’ve been better off in someone else’s hands, preferably a big fan of the original whose brain hasn’t been rotted by hollywood, but i digress!

tl;dr: i wish i could be excited for this but i just can’t. i’ll read the plot summary when it’s released and maybe watch keaton’s clips if i want to see him that bad. even dafoe being cast as a supporting character doesn’t salvage this for me.

#sid speaks #don’t even get me started on randomly giving bj a wife character #while im glad that it’ll hopefully get the b**tlebabes freaks to shut up and stew it just doesn’t feel necessary #i’m really not interested in seeing beej go through marital drama when there’s a thousand more interesting things you can do with him #as a side note so many beloved og characters won’t be in the movie #whether it’s bc their actors have died or are too old now or turned out to be atrocious people #so it’ll be a very different movie for better or for worse (and rn it looks worse)

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nimuetheseawitch · 2 years

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hawkeye 1, 9, 11

bj 6, 7, 21

and daniel jackson 3, 7

Hawkeye

1- Favourites thing(s) about this character?

His compassion and capacity for love. It is such an important part of who he is and how the war affects him.

9- What’s your favourite headcanon(s) for this character?

Jewish Hawkeye (but not very practicing since his mother's death) and bisexual Hawkeye. They're just so essential to my understanding of him at this point.

11- Who do you not like to ship with this character?

They are very few ships I will not entertain for him, at least briefly. I am less than enthusiastic about many of them, especially if there are any imbalances of power.

6- Favourite thing this character has said?

I'm sure there's some other excellent lines, but my favorite is almost certainly "I'll show you my butt!"

7- What do you like most about this character?

His bedside manner. He's just so great with his patients, and it makes a great contrast with when he gets angry with the war.

21- Wild card! Talk about anything to do with this character! Anything at all!

Oh, Beej. He has some terrible coping mechanisms. And he's so sheltered. I headcanon him as having never really had to acknowledge the deep injustices of the world. He says he has an equal partnership with Peg but then talks about the nurses doing man's work. It might be interesting to contrast his brand of naivete with Radar's. Radar is obviously meant to be naive while BJ is just supposed to be new to the war, but in many ways, by the time BJ arrives, Radar is more worldly and had a deeper understanding of the horrors of war.

Daniel Jackson

3- Do you like this character?

I love love love Daniel Jackson. He's absurd. He's supposed to be all weak and allergic to things and just super nerdy and then he gets all commando and doesn't always need to wear his glasses (contacts that never have to be replaced?) And has absurd Caption Kirk-style romances. And can speak all the languages but rarely needs to because somehow all these societies pulled from various points in Earth's history all around the glove speak modern English (seriously, how?) Love him.

7- What do you like most about this character?

His sense of justice and desire to peacefully negotiate whenever possible. It gets him into such excellent trouble and results in some excellent solutions. He just cares so much about doing the right thing.

#asked and answered #thank you for these!#i definitely wanted to talk about these blorbos #mash #hawkeye pierce #bj hunnicutt #daniel jackson #stargate sg-1

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cassianwren · 2 years

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i finished season 5!! i'm starting to like beej more and i LOVED movie tonight and hawk's nightmare. klinger's antics in this season were so great, as always, and this and season two may be tied for my favourite season so far.

#m*a*s*h #mash #mash fandom #mash 4077 #i still can't help but miss trapper still

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shasha-writes-things · 2 years

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hey hey, idk if u still take requests, but i loved the ones you wrote and wanted to ask for beej baby and dewey with an reader that's pratically a full artist(they draw, paint, sculpt, play a lot of instruments, sings, wrotes stories and for some weird reason is learning Russian (ye, oddly specific, i know)) but it's too shy to talk about it if they don't know yet

if that's too much, i would like just a reader that knows Russian and randomly talks in it when they're distracted(if u write the top request i might even ask this second one since i found it interesting lol)

already leaving my thanks if you write any of the ideas ^^

Not sure how long it took for me to get my laptop back but oh geez with my college being in person and my part time job trying to get me full time with college on the side I've barely had a second to myself. Thankfully my schedule seems to be clearing up and big news! I saw SoR in Manchester on Wednesday and who was playing our favourite boy Dewey, THE ONE AND ONLY FREAKING ALEX BRIGHTMAN, ill post the one video my friend managed to get whilst I was trying not to freak out but that's enough about me onto these ideas, BTW, I don't speak Russian so its badly translated at best I hope its okay.

I wrote this as head cannons but if you'd like a full on x reader with this prompt LMK ---------------

Dewey and Beetlejuice with an artist reader

Beetlejuice

Beetlejuice will definitely say "c'mon babes draw me like one of your French girls"

though upon finding out that you are shy to talk about your art he does his best to encourage you.

will always model if you need one for a sculpture

has the mindset of if you can draw something resembling a human then your an art god

he is way too energetic to sit still so you can draw him and so even though he is always willing to be a model he isn't the greatest.

He will always encourage you to talk about it though.

when it comes to musical instruments he definitely sings along to anything you play creating his own songs.

will always sing duets with you

while instruments are not something he knows too much about he will always be there to listen to you go on about whatever instrument you are learning to play at that point.

Always asks to see your art and tells you how great it is

will read every story you write even if its not his genre he will read the entire thing so he can talk about it with you

definitely suggests ideas of stories to write

when he pops up out of nowhere and you shout back in surprise in Russian he has many questions.

has heard you muttering in Russian but never bothered to ask

when he realises your semi fluent or can understand basic phrases he learns the phrase 'ya tebya lublu' to surprise you and tries to learn more.

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Dewey

Dewey himself is a man of many hobbies though his art is exclusively music based

he would love to watch as you sketch both snuggled up on the couch

he also would be you biggest supporter when you were feeling bad about a sketch painting or sculpture

He tries to learn basic sketching skills and lets you teach him about drawing though still is not great at it

when he realises that instruments are another of your artistic hobbies he is ESTATIC

music is one of his biggest passions and so when you show an interest for instruments he quick sets up all his instruments.

will teach you bass guitar, electric guitar, keys, drums, even lets you use his guitar.

will be more inclined to serenade you with love songs

will always be there to sing a duet

music is definitely his love language and so if you have similar musical tastes and play with him he is in heaven.

when he learns your learning Russian he quickly gets up a translator

He would try to learn bits and pieces of the Russian so he could understand you and would eventually know bit and pieces of the Russian from you.

would try to sing to you in Russian

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hope you enjoyed this let me know if anyone has requests

#school of rock musical #school of rock #beetlejuice x reader #dewey finn imagines #dewey finn x reader #dewey x reader #dewey finn #beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice x you #alex brightman #headcannons

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obsessive-ego · 3 years

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Talking in you sleep

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Reader says Beetlejuice's name 3 times in their sleep, but hes already in their home

Sfw

Idk been thinking about this for ages

Just a small fic

It was an accident

It was no secret to anyone that you talk in your sleep, not full sentences, just a word or two, nothing too abnormal, you didn't know about this little quirk of yours until a certain foul mouthed undead demon wormed his way into your life, he was the one who told you.

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"Ya know you chatter on in your sleep?" He'd chuckle as if he found something truly embarrassing to bug you about.

"How'd you know? Am I that loud you can hear me in the livingroom?"

"Nah, I watch you sleep" he said it so plainly as if it wasnt super creepy.

The ghoul eventually upped his late night habits from watching you sleep, to sleeping in the same bed as you, he did this so often you stopped setting up the couch for him and just accepted your fate to be spooned every night by a creepy old dead guy who you may or may not have a crush on

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The nights you've babbled in your sleep always brought on annoying mornings of beetlejuice teasing you, probably lying through his teeth over how you moan his name in you sleep to get you worked up for his own amusement, unfortunately you couldnt prove you didnt since your dreams never really stuck with you long after waking.

Hell with your late night chatter you even manged to summon beej once in your sleep, a night he was spending over at the Deetz, you manged to say his name 3 times in a row, spoken, unbroken, in your sleep, and boy was your face red when you woke up and saw the bastard in question sitting inches from your face with the widest shit eating grin you've ever seen on his face, that was an instance you couldnt deny saying his name in your sleep and dreaming about him, you missed him, of course you think about the demon when you two are apart, even the few days he's with the Deetz and the maitlands.

Tonight wasnt one of those nights, beetlejuice has spent the entire day glued to your side, chatting your ear off about all the scares he and lydia pulled in your absence, his stories always made you smile, the way he practically glowed green with excitement as he retold his showmanship to you.

The night went on with bad jokes and fun stories as the demon filled you in on all the fun you missed while you were doing boring adult breather things and how the two of you should mess with some unlucky breathers so he could show you how amazing he truly was, as if you needed proof that the ghoul was a ham who loved to show off.

As the two of you sat on the couch laughing away, forgetting the movie that basically became White noise to your conversation, a yawn escapes your lips

"Getting tired babes? Am I really that boring" the ghoul teased pinching you cheek

You groan and pull away "well, yeah, unlike you mister freeloader, I worked all day" you shrug before letting out another yawn

"Freeloader? Oh sugar, your words hurt" the ghoul fakes hurt, giving you an over exaggerated gasped face, with his hands over where a person's heart would be "I thought we had the mutual understanding that I was your trophy husband"

You give the demon a soft laugh "you wish-"

"Every night baby~" he purrs pink stripes slowly appearing in his hair

You freeze, it wasnt uncommon for beetlejuice to openly flirt with you, but that doesnt mean it didnt make you freeze up everytime, you werent exactly the type people lined up to date, nor were you very popular growing up, so the sudden and intense attention the demon gave you always made your heart pound.

"Uh, um, I think I'm gonna head to bed" you stammer before getting up "night beej" you mumble before disappearing into your bedroom.

The demon stifles a laugh, god slash satan you were a delight to get worked up, not to mention easy. He loved it, his favourite little breather was always so hot when they were an embarrassed mess.

The ghoul decides to finish the movie the two of you had on in the background, before heading to bed with you, he didn't need to sleep, just enjoyed being snuggled up to that soft warm body of yours, and it was more rewarding to sneak in after you were out cold, bed would be already warm, and with the added thrill of not wanting to wake you.

As the credits roll beetlejuice snaps his fingers and tv goes dark, the ghoul raises from the couch and gives a yawn and a long stretch as if he was exhausted. The demon makes his way to your room, standing outside your door he pauses at the sound of your voice

"Beetlejuice"

It was soft, barely audible, but herd it, guess you were still up, beetlejuice phases through your bedroom door, to be greeted by your sleeping form.

He stifled a chuckle, you were dreaming of him, tomorrow was gonna be great, the ghoul was already busy thinking about ways to poke fun at this in the morning, moaning out his name in you sleep? What kind of dream were you having babes? He could see your face now.

"Beetlejuice" you mumble again in a whisper

"Whoa there babes, you know the rule, one more time and I'm out" he whispers making his way to your bed.

"Beetlejuice" you sigh

"Y/N!" was the the only thing he had time to shout before vanishing.

His shout was enough to make wake you, but not enough to clue you in to what you just did, you grumble out a swear before rolling over and going back to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, a tad confused to not have a snoring dead guy weighing you down, normally on nights beetlejuice would stay over he'd slip into bed with you after you've fallen asleep, using your chest as a pillow.

You dont think much of it at first, heading to the kitchen to make some coffee before getting dressed, you did notice there was no beej there either, waiting for you kettle to boil you give your little home a quick sweep for the demon, nothing.

He's vanished to do his own thing before, he was a grown man, sometimes he'd duck out and mess with the neighbors in your apartment complex, but he would at least leave you a note or something.

You started to worry, what if something awful happened to him? Then it clicked, lydia must had summoned him away to hang out, that had to be it, and with that thought all dread left you so you could carry on with your day, since bj wasnt around you took the opportunity to get a few odds and ends done.

The day drags on into the late evening, you were enjoying the peace as you catch up on some reading.

Your phone rings, looking at the screen you see its lydia, that's odd, she normally texts you if anything

"Hello?"

"Y/n I need to ask beetlejuice something"

"Isnt he with you?"

"What? No-"

Dread returns to you chest, you havent seen him since last night, he left no note, he wasnt with lydia, did something awful happen? was he bored with you? You felt like you were going to be sick

"Y/n?"

"I gotta go" was all you could say before hanging up,

"Beetlejuice!"

Nothing

"Beetlejuice!"

Again nothing, he normally came after the second yell, anxiety for your dear friend make you since to your stomach in fear for the worst, you steady yourself and take a deep breath and say it for a third time

"Beetlejuice"

With a puff of green smoke there stood the ghoul, unfortunately sporting a purple hue

"Bee-"

"It took you that long to notice I was gone?"

"No, I-"

"Why did it take so long then? Enjoying your time without me?!" Red streaks began to show up amongst the purple

"I thought lydia summoned you back-"

"And you waited till now to check?!"

"I DIDNT WANT TO BOTHER THE TWO OF YOU" you yelled back, beetlejuice is taken abck by your volume, you take a deep breath "if I knew why you were gone I would have said something sooner, what happened?" You say calmly gently taking the demon's hand, red now fading away, though the purple stayed

"You sent me away, you said my name 3 times in your sleep and sent me back to the netherworld" he refused to look at you as if you did this on purpose to mess with him.

"Bee, I'm sorry, I would have never done that on purpose, i- i love having you around, and I, god, i miss you when you're not here, with me" now it was your turn to refuse eye contact, admitting such a cheesy thing, you wanted to just die, not that it would help.

The purple hue is quick to leave the ghoul's form in replacement with a much softer pink, you missed him, music to his ears.

"Sugar" beetlejuice grabs your chin and forces eye contact

You give him a soft smile seeing that he was no longer purple, but also when he pulls you into a rather over exaggerated dip and sloppy kiss "so how bout we make up for some lost time and you can make this little misunderstanding up to me, what do you say babes?~"

You only stutter and choke on your words as the demon spins you around

"Would you like to scare some delivery guy and watch a bad slasher?" You finally get out

The demon pauses for a moment, as if to think about this offer.

"Normally I'd be delighted honey, but I think you owe me~ how bout you have to sit on my lap the entire film~" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you, you swallow the lump in your throat, this was gonna be a long night

Bonus

The two of you were snuggled together on the couch, Beetlejuice's arms were around your waist, his head on your shoulder, your bum on his lap.

"So babes, whatever you dreaming about last night?"

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader

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madamemedic · 4 years

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Title: Hands

Pairing: Beetlejuice x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Hand holding before marriage.

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You had always wondered what his hands felt like? Were they cold since he is dead? Where they rough or smooth? Whatever they were you wanted to find out. However, here is the problem... you are too shy to ask. I mean how do you ask anyway.

“Hey, mind if I hold you hand?” Or maybe “I know hands hold thing and I want to hold yours” yeahhhhh. Not a chance.

This is the thing that’s been on your mind ever since the ghost with the most popped into your life. Well more like proofed but you get the point. One minute you were ready a dodgy business card, the next poof. A louder than life individual appears in your bedroom.

Today you had promised to sit down and watch a movie with Beetlejuice. Well more like you said you were going to watch a movie and he invited himself, not that you mixed as you were mostly going to end up summoning him anyway.

Popcorn, sweets and drinks are covering the entire coffee table as you snuggle down on the sofa. The film you picked was Wall.E. It was a beautiful story about love striving above all and overthrowing evil. It might not be Beej’s type of movie but it was yours and he didn’t HAVE to watch a movie with you? Time to summon the man of the hour.

“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice” Then from a puff of dramatic smoke here he floated. Beetlejuice. Looking down at you, he grinned and started to laugh.

“Woah, got all the treats out tonight. Accept the biggest treat isn’t on the table” Beetlejuice floated closer to you, almost directly over your lap.

“What do you mean? We got popcorn, drinks and sweets? What more do you want?” Now this would be a good time to mention that Beetlejuice is very sexual being, he told you himself but you had brushed as to you didn’t believe it... in the beginning.

“Well... you’re not on the table and you’re looking like a snacc” His long black and white stripped tounge comes out his mouth to lick his lips. A flush overcomes your face as he goes to sit next to you. You weren’t wearing anything revealing, just high waisted jeans and a black plain shirt. Damn him.

“Hush, before I get Lydia to call you back and you miss the movie and treats” You weeny going to so that but it was just to get him to behave.

“No, no, no, no need to do that doll, I’ll be on my best behavior. Anyway, what’s going to be playing? Anything scary? Something that make you cuddle up next to old Beej?”

“No, we are going to watch Wall.E” You pick up the controller and press play. By now he is now sitting next to you and by the look of his face, you could guess that he wasn’t happy happy the choice of movie.

“This isnt scary... pu-“ You cut him off before he could ramble on any further.

“Yes, this isn’t scary and if you don’t want to stay, you can leave but I’m watching one of my favourite movies” This of course shut the ghost with the most up.

“Fine, fine but I’m going to eat most of the food” Beej makes for the strawberry twisters on the table. You rolled your eyes, typical Beej.

The movie went along fine well... well until the scene when the damn son came on. The one about hand holding. Surprisingly Beetlejuice was quiet thought the movie. You on the other hand wasn’t paying attention to the movie but Beetlejuice’s hand. There the curiosity only got worse.

“And that is all, till time runs out” you couldn’t quite focus on the singing as the urge to hold Beetlejuice’s hand grew.

“To be loved. A whole life long” The song finished as Wall.E and you sigh at the same time. Luckily for you Bettlejuice was too interested in the movie to catch you sighing.

As the movie went along more, the more you regretted putting it on. It was hitting too many nerves. Well the way that Wall.E was staring at where Eve hand would be. It reminded you too much of yourself. You couldn’t turn it off because then Beetlejuice would want to know why and then you’d most likely make a fool of yourself and he’d never let you forget it.

The movie goes on but everything that damn song play you can’t help but stare at his hand. You just wanted to hold it in yours. There was something incredibly soothing about the thought of Beetlejuice holding you in his arms and hand in hand. Not that you were going to admit it to him. No way, no how.

Then it came to the when Eve is trying to save Wall.E’s life. This bit always got to you as a kid and it still did but what you didn’t expect was to hear a sniffle from next to you.

Beetlejuice was crying? Well sort of. You didn’t want to embarrass him since you knew he’d probably never be this emotionally open to you ever again if you said something to make him feel silly.

Then it came to the most powerful scene. Eve was now holding Wall.E’s hand. You took a deep breath and slowly inches your hand to Beetlejuice’s. The tension was thick and your hand inched closer to his. Soon you hand was covered by his much larger one. It felt smooth and cold but it was nice.

You quickly looked up at Beetlejuice to see him looking back at you. You were now holding hands. You had expected him to make a joke or say something to embarrass you but nothing came. Only him smiling at you and then turning back to the film. Your heartbeat increased when you felt his thumb begin the stroke the back of your hand. A flush is spreading across your face as it hits you.

You are in love with Beetlejuice and you love being with him, wether it be scaring your neighbors, spending time with Lydia or just being near him. You love every second of it. Now you all you have to do it tell him... maybe another time but right now you just wanted to savor the moment.

“To be loved, a whole life long”

#beetlejuice x you #beetlejuice imagine #beetlejuice x reader #fluff piece

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mel-time · 3 years

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Beetlejuice Q and A

Somebody created this questionnaire a while ago and I always wanted to fill it out.

1. Musical Beetlejuice or Movie Beetlejuice? 1000% Musical

2. Favourite character? It's either Adam or Beetlejuice

3. Favourite song? I like the ones that's not on the album like "Seance" and "The whole being dead thing part 3". If I had to choose one from the album, it would be invisible reprise, fright of their lives, and the whole being dead thing part 2. Hard choices tho

4. Unpopular opinions? Will Blum is a better Beetlejuice 🙊that could get me in trouble

5. Favourite lydia song? Of Course "Dead Mom"

6. Day-o or Jump in the line? Jump in the line

7. The whole being dead thing or That beautiful sound? That beautiful sound, I like how energetic and chaotic it is, the ensemble is a force to be reckon with. They should have a category for best ensemble and they would definitely win it

8. Favourite understudy/swing? Ummm, is this even a question, have you seen my unpopular opinion?He's my favorite understudy/swing across all platforms

9. Favourite moments? Y'all asking the hard questions: "Adam, don't you recognize me... You are adorable", "You said Yes! Great choice you won't regret it you want your house back (yes) let's get it", when beej and Lydia first meet, and when beej hits the golf clubs. But really the whole musical lol

10. Favourite underappreciated thing? (song, character, costume, etc) The lightning for the musical was magical, it used optical illusions and everything.

11. Favourite line? Everything I put in favorite moments

12. Dream role? For my gender, Girl Scout or Delia but if not Adam or Beetlejuice

13. Something you'd change about it? Nothing, I think the cast and crew put a lot of thought into the making of this, with all the changes and I think it's perfect.

14. Moment from the movie you wish had been in the musical? Nothing, again I think they did a great job in picking all the iconic moments and making it their own in the musical

15. Least favourite song? I don't listen to What I know now, Home and Invisible

16. Blonde lydia or Black haired lydia? I didn't even know she was blonde 🤷‍♀️ so black haired

17. Favourite BJ line? When Alex said "Fuck Music Man" lol don't think anything can top that

18. Favourite lydia line? "You think life is all unicorns and rainbows cuz you're bored but positivity is a luxury that only few can afford"

19. Sandworm or The Pig? Big Sandy all day everyday

20. Wild card, say anything you feel like saying about the musical! I love it so much, it changed my life and my outlook on life in a good way, it created friendships for me, it introduced me to musicals, and actors that helped me and continues to help me and I'm so thankful for it

#beetlejuice #betelgeuse #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice musical #alex brightman #will blum #brightmanjuice #blumjuice #beetleblum #beetlejuice movie

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ldrmas · 3 years

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Beetlejuice Q and A

This is from @mel-time , Somebody created this questionnaire a while ago and I always wanted to fill it out.

1. Musical Beetlejuice or Movie Beetlejuice? Musical, all day everyday! But I’m a musical baby so there’s no choice!

2. Favourite character? Beetlejuice, no doubt!

3. Favourite song? Step Right Up from off the Album, that’s not even a debate. On the Album ummm man that’s hard, I wanna say it’s between Fright of their Lives and What I know Now.

4. Unpopular opinions? Will Blum is a better Beetlejuice AND Kim Sava is the better Delia. I won’t apologize for it, I will not argue with you about it.

5. Favourite lydia song? Oh Oh the one with her and Delia, um No Reason, if its just solo then Dead Mom.

6. Day-o or Jump in the line? Let’s Jump! Jump In the Line!

7. The whole being dead thing or That beautiful sound? That Beautiful Sound! Purple is my fav color so the purple lighting, the jumping on that couch, the cerography, the beat, the hints of BeetleBabes. *chefs kiss* it’s near perfection.

8. Favourite understudy/swing? Same as the Answer to Question 4. Kim Sava is my fav Delia, she just acts like she cares so much more about Lydia. Then again Will Blum the small hints of what he brings to Beej just resonates with me more than Alex.

9. Favourite moments? I gotta name my top three cause I don’t have one. “Hey guys awesome séance.” With Red Will Blum, nosebleed everytime. The little Will Blum Dance he does on the staircase which is also my favorite gif, then finally “I’m not going to let you take that from her.”

10. Favourite underappreciated thing? (song, character, costume, etc) Gawd the set transformation. The fact that they tried to use as much as Tim Burtonness as they could. Also that the painting over the fireplace is a replica of the town model in the movie.

11. Favourite line? “NO!...I mean, noooo…”

12. Dream role? If I knew I could pull it off I’d love to do Otho but for something that is manageable to me just one of the clones would do.

13. Something you'd change about it? Put Step Right Up back in or You can only work with what you get, especially YCOWWWYG because I think that’d be a perfect little song that they share just before everything goes to shizz with the book of the recently deceased.

14. Moment from the movie you wish had been in the musical? Ummmm nope I can’t think of anything. The movie is meant to focus on Babs and Adam while the Musical focuses on Beej and Lyds so what they have works fine.

15. Least favourite song? Day-O for just listening. You have to watch what’s going on stage to apricate the song.

16. Blonde lydia or Black haired lydia? Hmm I prefer the black but I think she looked fine in either.

17. Favourite BJ line? One of the boots had Brightman Beej describing his mom as a literal demon and I wished that stayed in all of them.

18. Favourite lydia line? “The pacific islands are sinking but negative thinking is hardly the cause.”

19. Sandworm or The Pig? Ooooh I flipping love the pig but still the puppetry of the sandworm all day everyday.

20. Wild card, say anything you feel like saying about the musical! The musical is better than the movie in my opinion but again you have to understand that I love musicals more than regular movies. But it’s still what I think, like I said in 14 I don’t wanna focus on Babs and Adam story throughout the movie I’d rather be intrigued with the idea of Beej and Lydia working together to defy rules and regulations and be a couple of strange and unusual beings. But again that’s the great thing about having the three we can all have what we like and just be one big fandom that all likes the same concept of the story.

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ironmansuuucks · 4 years

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Hi sweetie ^^ just saying, you fics always make my day better 💜can I get some fluff/funny with Beej? Maybe playing tag with reader, using his demon powers

beetlejuice x reader

hello my lovely, thank you so much for your kind words💚 and i loved doing this request sooo much!! it is actually my first time ever writing for beej so I hope I done him justice lol 🙈

words: 835

p.s i reached out to @thewolfisapartofmysoul to make a sweet aesthetic for this beautiful request, and she never fails to amaze me with her amazing boards, so thank you🧡

“ah fuck your bad vibes Lyd’s! you’re no fun when you’re learning”. You could hear Beej shout through the house, his grumbly voice sending butterflies straight to your abdomen. You hadn’t admitted it to yourself yet, but the daft demon really sent you wild, in more ways than one.

You rolled your eyes lightly at his antics, he was always groaning about something, or someone you thought to yourself before you were abruptly interrupted. Not a second after the shouting, your ghost with the most suddenly appeared right in front of you, surrounding you in a cloud of green smoke, and that familiar earthy smell that he usually sported.

“hey you! My favourite breather!... be a bad ass with a good ass would ya babes and play some games or something with me.. I’m soooo booorreeddd” he whined, bouncing up and down in the same spot. He was adorable.

“help me out here doll will ya?” he pleaded. You grinned and moved past him playfully, headed towards the coffee machine. “last time you asked me to help ya out you told me to fuck off because I was too adultey” you reminded him playfully.

He thought for a moment before moving up right next to you again, laying his chin on your shoulder, making you nervous with excitement at the contact. “yeah but, you know, we’ll change that babes…” suddenly he was in front of you, in your way of the coffee machine. “oooooooh how bout we play tag!”. His eyebrows were raised, and he looked the happiest you had seen him in days.

“tag? What do you take me for?” you snorted, trying to act cool. He smirked, a cheeky glint in his eyes. “someone who hates to lose… tag”, he poked your collar bone, pushing you back very lightly before disappearing in the same cloud of green smoke that he appeared in.

You stood there shocked at his antics. I mean, he was right, but still. You started to stomp around the house playfully “Beej?!?! You lil cheat!! Where are you?” you started to look for that lil smart ass.

Eventually, you found yourself in the corridor next to your bedroom, silently looking for that green glow you were so used to. But it wasn’t green you stumbled upon when you looked at the curtain in front of the window. It was pink.

You squinted your eyes, knowing you had found him.. but why did the tip of his hair look pink? You raise your eyebrow and pull the curtain back “boo” you say sarcastically.

Beej slightly jumps when you pull the curtain, but laughs. “took you long enough.. I thought you had forgotten we were playing” he said sarcastically. “aw shut up, it’s been like five minutes.. and you cheated!” you smack his arm playfully, the touch making his hair beam even more pink. You decided not to say anything.

“anyway…” you glanced up at his pink, wispy hair, then back down, the cheeky glint now appearing in your eye “tag” you shouted before poking him lightly and pulling the curtain back over him and darting away, hopefully leaving him baffled for a few seconds.

But this ghost wasn’t as dumbfounded as you thought. Because as you were running towards your room, looking behind you to see if he was following, he suddenly appeared in front of you, sending you literally head over heels for him, as you both tumbled to the floor.

You were both laughing as you lay on top of him, on your bed room floor. “maybe you’re more fun than I initially thought” he joked, and you returned by playfully smacking his chest.

“hey Beej, did you dye your hair, or are you just happy to see me?” you smirked, laying your chin on your hand, still laying on top of him. He furrowed hid eyebrows, and his hands moved to clutch his hair, looking up at it, blushing when he notices the colour.

He looked down at you and smirked. “that’s not the only indicator I get when I’m happy to see you babes” he raised an eyebrow. You snorted and rolled your eyes, smacking his chest lightly again.

“maybe I should come and annoy you more often.. you’re fun”.

“what does your pink hair mean?” you played dumb, having some sort of inkling as to what it might mean.

“weeeell.. it kinda sorta means I maybe wanna doooo thiiiis” he mumbles quickly before bringing his head closer to yours and kissing you quickly. He pulls away and waits on your response, nervous that he wasn’t catching the right vibe and that you might hate him and think he was weird and that was wrong he shouldn’t have done it and…

Suddenly your lips found his again, settling his mind. His cheeks painted with a similar colour blush as his hair. You pulled away and smiled sweetly at him, and admired how flustered and adorable he looked.

“you sure this isn’t too adultey for you?” you smirked.

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#Beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice the musical #Alex Brightman #school of rock the musical #school of rock #dewey finn

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glumpiglet · 4 years

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Beetlejuice meeting his S/O and shes a ghost?

Hi..Thank you for the request.. I had a lot of fun with this one.. It really got away from me lol I hope you like it <3 to those who requested I havent forgotten about you, it’s just easier for me to write on the weekend when I’m not working. K love you guys

Warning: bit of swearing.. basic beej innuendos... thats it.

If you had known that when you woke up that Wednesday, it would have been your last day alive, you probably would have done so not hungover. Stumbling out of bed, sheets still clutching at your legs, you swore at the morning sun shining once again for the high, wide windows in all the bedrooms. It was on the list to replace the sheer curtains, but fabric that long was hard to find and not cheap to buy.

When Great Aunt Gerdy left you her house, the only wish she had was to ‘preserve, protect, and breath life back into Windflew Manor.’

Sweet, naive Gertrude. Spun of sugar more than flesh, your great aunt had been the youngest of twelve and definitely your favourite family member. Growing up, you fondly remembered spending summers here, riding your bike through the halls on rainy days, playing ‘Pirates and Rogues’ in the backyard with Gerdy and her children.

When you got older you begged to still come to the Manor; Gertrude watched you grow and in her own mind, Auntie Gerdy had assumed you would follow the steps of the women in your family, hunker down with a fine man, pop out some kids every few years.

As you said, Gertrude was tragically naive. Never had the heart to ever tell her the truth. That marriage….Children? Had never even entered the equations of goals. You wanted a spontaneous, fun life full of breakable things. Adventure.

But also it was known that if you didn’t take this house, it would have gone to an auction. It broke your heart the way her children acted, their mother was one of the greatest women you had ever met, a role model. It was what she wanted. You couldn’t do that to Aunt Gerdy. So with hesitant determination, you had set about restoring Windflew Manor.

Due to funds, you were forced to do most of the work, getting help for a few handier friends. But it had been coming along nicely, room by room the cobwebs and mold were disappearing. It was satisfying work.

Resting your head against the shower wall, however, you didn’t think you could find the strength to tackle the gardens today. It was all your friend's fault, ‘one more drink (Y/N), we’ve worked so hard!’

Exiting the shower, wiping the fog from the mirror, you reflected on how tired the image looked as you moisturized, changing into comfy shorts and a tank top without bothering to properly dry yourself. It was a warm day and you liked the cool moisture mixed with the lotion slicking your skin.

Just as you began brushing your teeth, the doorbell rang multiple times. Who the hell was that this early in the morning? The sound came again, more insistent and you had to roll your eyes.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Hold your horses..” Sprinting down the hallway, trying to steady on the banister, you felt the gravity shift as your feet slid across the hardwood.

You supposed everyone would lament your damned clumsiness, your carelessness. Imprinted on the skin, you held the reminders of how prone to accidents you had been. It had been a joke in the family for years. ‘(Y/N) is gonna kill herself one day!’

It was only a matter of time.

Swing your hand wildly, nothing could be gripped as you felt yourself swinging forward, hurdling towards the twenty-six flight of stairs that as a child, never it was considered it would have spelled your end….

Turns out, it had been nothing more than a neighbor, wanting to let you know the street sweepers would be out tomorrow.

Life was funny that way.

Watching in dull horror as the EMT’s took your body away, trying to process the following information.. It came to you so obviously even though it sounded crazy: You weren’t having some out of body experience… You hadn’t taken any hallucinogenic drugs lately.. You were dead.

Thinking about what the afterlife would have been: Heaven, Hell, Purgatory…. Haunting Auntie’s empty house had not been on the top of the list.

Time was meaningless now, you could look at the grandfather clock and see two p.m and look five minutes later and see eleven a.m. it was always cold. You cursed not wearing something warmer than your p.j’s that last morning, not that you thought it would have helped.

Going outside had been a big no-no. Whatever fucked up colossal worm creature had been out there when you tried the one time to leave, was obviously meant to be keeping you here. So here you stayed.

It could have been only a day you spent dead and lonely in the house. Or a week. A month. Years. You were being a little dramatic, you knew it hadn’t been years. Friends and family came by, grieving openly, making your heartbreak; and removing all your items, which was even worse. Obviously to be sold off or stored in your old room. A time capsule.

On one of the many days that found you aimlessly wandering the halls, a book fell before you without pretense. Equal parts startled and puzzled, well as much as a ghost could be, you picked it up.

‘Handbook for the Recently Deceased..’

Gripping the pages, intent to open, you were halted as your front door swung open. A dozen or so handsome, young men carrying multiple packed things burst into Aunt Gerdy’s foyer, laughing and chatting loudly.

“Aw, dude this place is awesome!”

“Look at all the space!”

“Get that pong table over there!”

“What the fuck!?”

Stomping forward, you were about to raise your voice louder before you stopped yourself….Right, stupid... They couldn’t see you… The whole ‘being dead thing’.

Watching in impotent rage as they slammed their things on the hardwood floor, scuffing their sneakers on the expensive carpets you had saved every penny for…

This was not good. Not good at all.

You had been right.

It wasn’t hard to not like these kids. You weren’t really into the whole ‘boys would be boys’ excuse for male idiocy in their youths.

You didn’t like the way they treated each other, the archaic ‘hazing’ they would often do leaving you feeling ill. You didn’t like the way they treated the girls they used and laughed as they were forced down the traditional ‘walk of shame’ making you furious.

You especially did not like the way they treated the Manor. It was terrible, gaudy streamers and tacky posters were pinned to the walls. Daily parties...Keggers…. Were held here, the place was a war zone. Litter and garbage cluttered every hall and you were beginning to tear your hair out in helplessness.

They had turned your Aunt’s treasured home and your hardworking project into a frat house. It was just rude.

What were you gonna do? Time passed and you watched as the house grew further and further into decay when a lightbulb burst unexpectedly.

Realizing your answer, you hoped the discarded handbook was still where you had dropped it. Returning to the living room, you sighed in relief at seeing the odd-looking text where you left it. Walking up to it, however, you noticed something there that wasn’t there before.

A card, dusty, and sticking out of a random page. Bending down you began pulling at it, fingering the worn edges. You lifted it up into the light, trying to read it under all the dirt caked on. On the card, it just said one word three times, strangely compelled you said it out loud.

“Betelgeuse… Betelgeuse…. Betelgeuse?”

The burst of smoke made you hack instantly, it was like someone smoked weed in an embalming room, pungent and eye-watering.

It was a man. Well, no. Not a human man in any case. Duh. You would say this was the weirdest thing to ever happen to you, but nothing was normal after you died apparently.

Observing as he waved his hands, stepping out of the cloud, you couldn’t help the widening of your eyes...He was.. Definitely interesting looking..

“Geez, did I come late to the party or what-… Woah.”

He looked awful and smelt even worse, and why the hell was he here?

The… Character that stepped had gone silent. Awkward and stilted, you struggled to speak. It couldn’t help being noticed his... Hair was changing colour… Most certainly going from an almost neon green to baby pink…. What was he?

“Don’t be afraid. You’re dead. I am also dead.” There was a moment before an incredulous giggle escaped your lips, you couldn’t help but realize it had been the first time you laughed since.. Well..

“Yeah, I figured that. From... You know… Seeing my dead body get taken away.” The two of you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence deafening.

Before he pounced. Flouncing over in a comical manner, he began to circle you, the humour disappearing from you at the look in his eye.

“Huh, that line usually doesn’t work.. You’re surprisingly calm..” Turning your head until you couldn’t anymore, you swiveled striving for eye contact. He completed his journey around and stood in front of you, seeming to be searching for something. Before he held his grimey hand out…. The intense desire to hesitate held you still.

It didn’t seem to deter him in the slightest.

“Hello! A pleasure to meetcha-” Leaning forward, you realized in just enough time what he was doing before he could press his lips to yours, jumping back.

“Uh, excuse me!?”

“Can’t blame a demon for trying, babes. Anyways uh… What can I do for you?” He fidgeted with his jacket, pulling at the cuffs and flapping the lapels, wafting his stench towards you making you gag. Covering your nose you murmured beyond belief.

“What do you mean?”

“Well usually I only get called when someone needs something from me….. Bio-exorcism. Homicide. Sexual pleasure. I do it all.” This guy couldn’t actually be serious… You shook your head, none of this was helping. You had gone to the book for an answer and had only gotten even more questions.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about dude, I just found this card in this book. Anyways, what is happening right now? Who are you and why can you see me?”

Snickering, he continued to very eagerly invade your personal space and it was getting harder to find the space in the living room. The predator was cornering.

“You said my name, sexy. You called me.”

What kind of name was Betelgeuse? Deciding immediately to shorten it for ease, you opened your mouth but apparently, he was on a roll, and continued.

“And I already told you.. We’re dead. Deceased. Post Mortem.” Bumping into the wall, just hearing the words from someone else’s lips made you stop… Well, dead. Pun intended. Before they could be halted tears were gathering in your eyes… You weren’t even that emotional about it anymore, had already spent endless nights sobbing about what-ifs and regrets...Not for a while, still, it never got any easier to think about.

Trying and failing miserably to hide the sniffles, you peered at BJ’s surprised expression.

“Shit...shit..shit. I didn’t mean to do that…. Don’t cry,” Wiping at stubborn tears that fell against your wishes, you could see BJ shuffle his feet, looking extremely uncomfortable at your sudden breakdown. You tried to calm him, ironically.

“No, I’m fine. It’s just… Not been that great so far... Sometimes I think I might be in hell.” Staring at the ground, you had the overwhelming wish once again for it to finally swallow you whole and take you where you belonged.

“Is it… Your current occupants?”

“It certainly doesn’t help.” Looking up at BJ’s tilted head and rapt expression, the need to confide was making you continue.

“My Aunt left me this house and… I’ve hated seeing what they're doing to it.” BJ looked to be contemplating something before he spoke.

“I could help you.”

You looked at him “What do you mean?”

“I told you.. Again... Sweetheart, you’re smokin’ hot but your memory’s shit. I’m a Bio-exorcist. Getting breathers out is my forte. Well, most breathers can’t see me… But I can teach you! Breathers are waay more likely to see a ghost than a demon.” Riveted by what he was saying, you didn’t realize his pursuit until you felt his grip sound your waist, pulling you closer.

“Mmm… Get you in a little school uniform.. Give you extra credit...” Blatantly ignoring him, focusing on the important part of what he said.

“What you’re saying is we can get these kids out of here?”

“Of course babes. I take my job very seriously.” Shooting him an incredulous look, you managed to extract from him without much ease, he was really touchy for someone you just met.

“Yeah, I noticed…”

This was insanity. You weren’t actually considering letting this.. Demon?! To teach you how to scare the young men living in your house. It was dangerous and crazy.

Even more, there was no other option. Desperate times.

“Then you’re hired,”

“Oh, this is gonna be so good!” Once again having to duck away from his advance, you pressed a hand to the dirty front of his suit, holding him at bay.

“Stop that,”

“Hmm... Playing hard to get, I respect that.”

Maybe this wasn’t a great idea.

In hindsight, it worked out perfectly. Beej, as he had assured, was very good at his job. Just because that job entailed scaring the shit out of anyone and anything around him shouldn’t be held against him.

Once again, incredulously if you had known in your life that your love of horror movies would have come in handy in your afterlife, you would have paid much more attention.

Beej was impressed with your novice skill. The voice throwing came naturally to you, and your favourite trick was hiding in the corner of one of their bedrooms, positioning your arms and legs at odd angles and whispering to the sleeping boys, stifling giggles as they awoke, petrified and flew downstairs, waking everyone else in the house.

None of them could actually see you, but you had sworn the one redheaded one had locked eyes in the bathroom mirror, the two of you paused before the urge to scare rapidly left and the need to leave arose. Walking out the bathroom his eyes had definitely followed.

He never told his friends about it, but BJ had said he watched him lay awake more than one night, clutching his sheets a little too tight.

Possession was something you felt was unnecessary. Beej had often offered to uh.. Show you how it worked but the thought of BJ well.. Inside of you… It made your skin crawl and you didn’t know if it was from repulsion or excitement.

BJ was.. Unexpected in the best way. Devilishly Intelligent. Hilarious and.. You saw glimpses of his sweetness. He bashfully gave you dead flowers from the garden and was constantly sending you praises that would make you blush if you still had blood. How beautiful you were, how great of a scarer you were…. After getting over the whole stink thing, he was really cute and you might have been... Falling for him. Just the thought made you terrified.

It all came to an end gradually. It was unexpected, you thought it would have been some big final fright, using all of your cunning ghostly powers. But no, one by one they just disappeared. Claiming to be moving back with family, dropping out, or simply leaving for ‘reasons’.

On the day you stood in the kitchen, now empty save for a few left behind appliances, the beaming smile sent to BJ couldn’t be contained.

“We did it.”

“You did it, babes. I was uh- Just along for the ride, I guess.”

Shifting closer to him, you saw with amusement Beej staring at your lips. The BJ of before would have taken your closeness as an immediate seduction, trying his luck. Now the fact he was trying to control himself, made your heart swell.

The moment was broken by the sound of the front door opening, you held your breath to see who, or what entered.

A beautiful couple entered, followed by an obvious real estate agent, discussing the house. The couple seemed too good to be true, polite, and awed at the house. Seeing the little bundle of a baby tucked in the mother’s arm as they continued their inspection. You supposed in a way Aunt Gertrude had gotten her wish. And that could be enough.

You turned to Beej watching the scene with an odd countenance.

“Thank you BJ, really. I’ve had a lot of fun.” You finally noticed. There was purple in his hair, something was making him sad.

“Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?”

Oh. oh.

Struggling to answer him, you watched as he further sank in himself. “I read the book, BJ..The Netherworld… Shouldn’t I be…”

“Not yet! Once you get there… We won’t be able to see each other this much... Haven’t we been having fun?”

“Of course but-”

“Don’t leave!” His voice was frantic, higher-pitched than you ever heard, you couldn’t find the words to calm him.

“Please! I’ll… I’ve been looking into something…” The moment took the oddest turn when Beej practically flew to his knees, reaching out to you to clasp your hands between his before clearly speaking two words you never imagined him saying.

“Marry me.”

The words shocked you. Scandalized, you said the one thing you could.

“Beetlejuice!” That wasn’t it, the look on his face broke you. It was pitiful, desperate.

“No nonono say something else babes, let me explain!” You reached out, stroking his stubble as his giant, golden eyes glittered at you with so many emotions swirling.

“I’m not gonna send you away Beej, stop please.” Taking deep breaths between you, the urge to sink to the floor with him ran over you. Somewhere in your mind you realized how stupid this was, two ghosts having a panic attack in the kitchen, but weirder things have happened.

“If I… Marry a breather. I get brought to life. So I’ve been thinking..” Beej was asking to marry you.. Could ghosts and demons even get married? Would you have a wedding? Invite other ghosts to the ceremony?

“I don’t know BJ… We don’t even know if it will work,” You hadn’t said ‘no’ yet. At the moment, you couldn’t find the desire to do so. You liked Beej, it was the little things in death you realized that mattered.

“What have we got to lose?.. I thought..”

Looking at him, on the floor with you. Overwhelmed with affection, you leaned forward, noting with glee Beej’s astonishment. Kissing the ghost with the most was... Everything and nothing what you expected. His tasted like cigarettes and dirt, still you leaned into him more.

The one thing that could make death totally rad. Being with him. He was absolutely right. Pulling away, looking at his blissed out face, eyes staying closed, you gave him your answer.

“Yes. Okay. I’ll marry you.”

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bi-tlejuice · 4 years

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Update, I binged “the devil in my bloodstream” because I have no self control when it comes to really good Beetlelands/Goldenrat writers. I can’t believe you’ve done me like this. ;__; I’m invested in this now, and I’m holding you to that “this will have a happy ending” thing. If you’d like, I’d still like to hear your fluff recs/headcanons. (I might be craving that good fluff even more now, oh man, my emotions!)

thank you so much!! i already typed this out and accidentally deleted it because i was on mobile but i’ll give it my best shot (again) !!

- i personally hc that beej learns everything about actually being in relationships from bullying lydia until she agrees to teach him (OBVIOUSLY they don’t talk about actual sex) so things like consent are definitely big, but also like what Casual Affection might entail and things like that (beetlejuice has never held a hand before in his life)

- even after this, when they get together he has trouble seeing himself as equally important because barbara and adam were already together - he doesn’t say this until adam coaxes it out of him, but it’s kind of obvious from how he thinks he’s supposed to sleep on the floor next to the bed, or how he thinks date night is just for them

- once they actually get him to sleep in the bed it’s one of his new favourite things; he’s a touch starved baby and the maitlands naturally cling on to him while they’re sleeping. more often than not he does end up falling asleep, but sometimes he’ll stay awake just so he can gently play with their hair or kiss their foreheads without them knowing

- logically beetlejuice knows they’re all dating, but when he overhears barbara call him her boyfriend when she’s chatting to delia it actually like kills him (in a good way) and he interrupts the conversation to give her a hug

-delia works out that they’re dating and her and barbara chat about it over coffee in the mornings. nobody tells charles because they all assume that he knows. SIX WHOLE MONTHS after they get together, they discover this is not true and he had no idea, he just thought maybe ghosts were more comfortable with Touchy Stuff and was too polite (awkward) to say anything

-obviously they don’t spend every waking second together; adam likes to work on his model alone, barbara does quiet (meaning no beetlejuice allowed) yoga with delia sometimes and she likes to garden alone, beetlejuice spends a good amount of his time either harassing lydia or harassing people WITH lydia

-but secretly they all look forward to dinner because after dinner, regardless of who else joins them, they all squeeze up on the couch that barely fits three people and just cuddle each other. beetlejuice likes when lydia forces them to watch psychological thrillers because 1) he can appreciate good screenplay when he sees it 2) adam and barbara are terrified and always hide their faces, usually by burying them into his chest or shoulders and he really loves this

i hope this is what you were looking for? if you wanted anything more specific please say so!! and i will do it after work!

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antwine69 · 4 years

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could you please do a male reader who just doesn't understand anything nsfw beej says bc reader is an oblivious dumbass? I love your writing!

Oh hell yeah!! I love this idea so much aksbkdbakd-

Male reader!

⚠️Warnings: Nsft language, slightly awkward situations and Beej being kinda worried :((⚠️

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Beetlejuice had been trying to get you to get the picture you for months now, to no avail. He just got a confused stare, a chuckle and an "I don't get it..." back whenever he made a dirty joke or tried to be suggestive. He was actually starting to get annoyed. The demon was sat at the table in the kitchen, brooding silently over his predicament when you walked in. You were dressed in PJ pants and no shirt, your hair a ruffled mess. ``Mornin' Beej`` you greeted, a yawn running through your voice.

Beetlejuice was just sitting there, stunned, as he usually was when you showed even the least bit of skin. He gave an absent-minded wave, his eyes raking over your torso. You just hummed a disjointed melody to yourself, starting to make some coffee. ``I was starting to wonder where you went, since you weren't in bed this morning`` you said, looking through your coffee cups until you found your favourite one. You always hid your favourite cup in the back so nobody but you could use it, and so that Beej wouldn't break it. It wasn't Beej's fault he could be a bit restrictive.

The demon perked up at your remark, standing and striding over to you, wrapping his arms around you, letting his hands roam over your chest. ``So you want me in bed, huh? That can be arranged`` he purred, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Some of his hair was already starting to bloom into q light pink, as he felt your soft, warm skin underneath his fingers. You just chuckled, pouring the coffee into your mug. ``Good, I like cuddling in the morning`` you replied, putting down your mug and turning around in his arms, pressing a kiss to his nose. ``You wanna come watch Spirited Away with me? It's on Netflix now!`` you excitedly said, giving a grin. He just nodded, a light frown on his face. He wasn't sure if you got it or not, bit judging by your reaction, you probably didn't.

Just like always.

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There were several more attempts made that morning and following evening, and they all went straight over your head. Beetlejuice actually made more jokes and dirty comments than he had ever done in a day, and yet, nothing. Through all of this, worry started to bloom. What if you didn't want this? What if you were just acting because all the comments made you uncomfortable? You would've said something by now, right?

``Uh, Babes? Can I ask you something?`` The demon Piped up as the third Studio Ghibli movie of the day ended. You looked at him, giving a smile, despite the light worry that started swirling in your stomach. You sat on the couch Lotus style, facing him, him doing the same. He was avoiding your gaze. That couldn't be good.

``So... You know I like to joke around about dirty stuff and all of that?`` you nodded, letting him take his time. Sometimes words tended to get "Snaked up" in his mouth, as he had put it once, so you had to have patience with the poor man. ``And I just wanted to ask you.... Do you want me to stop with em? Cos they're directed and you and I dunno if they make you uncomfortable or what, but you don't seem to... Get them? Tell me if I get out of hand or-`` You cut him off with a gasp. You had half-way stopped listening as he said "they're directed at you".

The cogs finally started turning in your head, and your face started heating up as you replayed every comment, gesture and phrase he had tried. Every single shitty pickup line, every single try he had made. And you didn't get a single one. ``Mother of Fuck, I'm so dense.`` you muttered, staring into empty space. White streaks of fear started to bloom in Beej's hair as he scanned your face, seeing that it nearly resembled a Christmas light. The fear mixed with confusion, him putting a careful hand on your knee. ``Babes are you-`` you interrupted him again.

``Beej I am so sorry! You've been trying so hard and I just didn't see it! I am actually so so sorry! I just thought- I don't even know! I didn't understand! I still don't understand most of them, but they're dirty! You're trying to- oh.`` You paused, realising he had probably been trying this whole time aswell. ``You're still trying. Even after you've seen I'm stupider than two earthworms in a bucket?`` Beej actually looked like he was about to cry, his hair nearly resembling snow with a myriad of yellow and blues and a few specs of pink.

``Wait, are you angry or?`` he asked, fear making his voice lightly shake. ``Cos I'll leave, I'll-`` You interrupted him for the third time this evening. ``Angry? What? No! If anything I'm impressed you kept trying! I should've told you I never get dirty jokes... I just think you're being friendly or I probably don't think about them as much as I should... Either way, I'm being a stupid head!`` you said, an astonished chuckle running through your voice. Beej's hair slowly crept back to it's original green, streaks of pink forming at the roots. He chuckled weakly, wrapping you in a hug. He didn't have to say anything, you knew he had been scared. He pulled back, giving a suggestive grin.

``So.... Hows about you and I go up to the room, and I'll see if you're this talkative while I fuck your brains out?``

He didn't have to explain that one.

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Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted aaa- Keep sending in the Male!Reader ones though! I might be biased, but those are my favourites oop 😳👉👈

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I'll see y'all beautiful, shining Scarabee Beetles in the Neitherworld! Until next time! :))

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obsessive-ego · 3 years

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Night night

Beetlejuice jerks it while watching you sleep again cuz someone asked me to

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Nsft content

Its been a good few days since you've last seen your undead pal, the ghoul claimed he had a business meeting in the netherworld, though you still dont believe the demon had a legit paying job, the man was a freeloader, not that you minded, you enjoyed his presence, more so then youd like to admit to be honest, okay so maybe you thought of him on those long sleepless nights, not that youd ever say it out loud.

You were a coward with those feelings, beetlejuice was impossible to read, the heavy flirting, the touching, who's to say he wasnt just messing with you.

You sigh as you continue to fold your laundry, normally on quiet days like this, when you were alone, youd try to catch up on chores since there were no distractions nor interruptions.

Your mind begins to wander with this simple mindless task, so you didmt exactly notice as you room gets colder and the air gets heavier.

"Honey, I'm home~" a familiar voice growls in your ear

You Yelp at the surprise, and fumble with the shirt you were folding, before spinning around to see the culprit.

There stood beetlejuice, smug as ever, a big toothy grin, amber eyes practically glowing, spots of pink emerging from his hair, both head and face.

"BEETLEJUICE"

"Oh how I missed that sound~ that sweet sound on my favourite breather screaming" he moans leaning back circling his own nipples.

You suppress a laugh, not wanting to give the demon encouragement for making a fool out of you.

"Welcome home" you sigh, before turning back to gather up the folded laundry and place it in the basket.

Unbeknownst to you the ghoul has let the soft pink spots take full control of his once green hair, a dopey love sick smile now graced his mug, the demon let's out a soft sigh, welcome home, something so soft and simple, it ment nothing when he said it, but from you? You were basically inviting the ghoul to live with you forever, that you considered your home his aswell.

Turning back to the ghoul you smile

"Well?"

Beetlejuice snaps back to reality, raising an eyebrow at you tilting his head as if to focus more on you.

"How was the whole business trip?"

"Oh, that? dull, not even worth discussing" he smoothed back his hair, as if he was whiping the pink away in favour of his default Forest green.

You frown, beetlejuice wasnt exactly open with talking about the netherworld, maybe because he found it boring, being born dead he's probably already had his fill of the place, you shrug it off, not wanting to spoil the mood of your departed friend being back.

"Soooo~ ya miss me?~" the ghoul coos pulling you into a rather enthusiastic dip before leaning in close, puckering his lips and making kissing sounds. You snort out a laugh and try to push beej away.

"Of course I did, as nice as the quiet is, i miss you when you're not around"

You literally had no idea what you were doing to him with all this corny honesty and kindness, all without blackmail or threatening, you openly enjoyed him, bugs and all. No one has ever wanted him for nothing, beetlejuice was powerful so be wanted always had a catch, but not with you.

"Oh~ do you think of me when you're all alone late at night?" He purrs in a mocking tone, as much as beetlejuice was infatuated with you he still enjoyed teasing the hell out of you.

You snort out a laugh trying to escape his grasp

"Come on doll, say you think about me at night~" the demon purrs pulling you close, taking a slight nip of your ear causing you to yelp out.

And as if your yelp was what he was after the ghoul let's you go.

Frazzled, embarrassed, and slightly confused you stumble trying to regain yourself.

"I take it back, I didnt miss you" you mumble

Beetlejuice only laughs "no backies babes"

It wasnt a new thing, beetlejuice teasing you, flirting with you, being up close and personal, you just didnt exactly know if he was joking or being legit, but you didnt mind, you enjoyed his attention, as embarrassing as it was, and let's be honest beetlejuice was thrilled you enjoyed it, so he could get up close and personal with his favourite breather, now if only he could get you to admit you loved him first.

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It was nice to have your freeloader back, a few days of peace and quiet are nice, but things do get lonely, so having your ghost back was wonderful, the two of you spend you evening the usual way.

You ordered pizza, beetlejuice scares the piss out of the delivery guy and makes you laugh, the two of you spend hours watching b list horror and joking all the while.

The night was a delight, but fun things couldnt last forever, unlike the demon, you needed to sleep.

"I'm gonna head to bed beej" you yawn.

During your little movie night the ghoul manged to worm his way into your personal space, pulling you into his side, draping an arm around your shoulders.

You squirm your way out of the demon's grasp, beetlejuice grunts in protest, not exactly thrilled with you absence, it's been days since he had you so close, your warmth, your scent, oh how he missed it, hell he already starting to get get hard from that close contact alone.

"Aw come on sweets, you have the day off tomorrow, and I just got back from a long boring trip alone, humor me" he shrugs knowing full well you wont.

You yawn "sorry Bee, I can barely keep my eyes open, we can hang out more tomorrow, night Bj" you waved him goodnight before shuffling to you bedroom.

The ghoul huffs in disappointment, one day you'll agree to stay up all night with him, well, more of you'll TRY to stay up all night with him and fall asleep up against him, gold for teasing.

The ghoul didnt want to continue with watching movies, it wasnt the same without you laughing at his jokes, nor did he want to play video games, again, they weren't fun without you, he COULD bug your neighbors, but he wasnt exactly in the mood.

Raising from his seat on the couch he huffs, it was nice to be back after those soul sucking few days in the netherworld, the ghoul floats over to your bedroom door, phasing his head through the door, unlike breathers the demon could easily see in the dark, there you were out cold, he smirks, you really were tired.

With the coast in clear the ghoul phasing the rest of his form through the door.

Beetlejuice makes his way over to your sleeping form, oh how he missed this, yes the two of you were apart only for a few days, and yes you two have been apart for longer periods of time. But spending time with the Deetz and the maitlands was a different kinda time apart, he wasnt alone, but being in the netherworld? It was lonely, cold, and felt like an eternity, plus he had to deal with his mother. But that unpleasantness was over, and here he was, in his favourite breather's home, where he belonged.

The ghoul hums as he makes his way to your bed, the ghoul floats and adjusts himself, now laying on his side hovering inches above your bed and inches from you.

One of Beetlejuice's favourite late night pass times was watching you sleep, he was a creep with a massive crush on you, both in the sappy way and 'I'm gonna fuck you senseless way'.

"Really missed ya sweets~" he purred in a gravely whisper

"I missed your voice, I missed you laugh, I missed you warmth, i missed you scent-" the ghoul continued with his list as he slowly freed his half hard cock, it's been a few days since he last cleaned his pipes, and being up close and personal with his favourite breather moments earlier really got his motor running.

As lovely as it was for the demon to watch you sleep, another favourite pastime of his was to tend to his personal urges while watching you sleep, an activity he has partook in multiple times.

Electric pink quickly took over the mossy green of his hair, the demon was already buzzing with excitement, pink hue so bright it illuminated the room, Beetlejuice's strokes started off nice and slow, as much as beetlejuice wanted to rush into the fun, he wanted to enjoy his first night back home even more.

Leaning forward the ghoul takes a deep long sniff if your scent "Mmmm" he stifles a moan "I bet you taste as good as ya smell babes" he groand through his clenched teeth.

As hot as the idea of being caught was, having you wake up and see him jerking off only inches away from where you lay, having you be incredibly flattered and turned on at such a gesture and then begging him to fuck you, as hot as that fantasy is, that's what it was, a fantasy, in reality youd probably be sick to your stomach at such a scene and banish him then and there, but hey, a ghoul can dream.

"I bet those pretty hands would feel alot better then mine" he groans, slightly picking up pace.

"Maybe next movie night you could treat me to a little handy J sweets, unless youd prefer to use that cute mouth of yours, you know I'm not picky" he sighs, the image of you getting bored during movie night and getting handsy with the demon was one of his favourite fantasies, simple, yet naughty. Beetlejuice's hips buck into his hand begging him to pick up the pace as his mind wanders to all his dirty fantasies of you, his amber eyes never breaking away from your face.

If the ghoul was good at anything, other then being an absolute pest, it was edging himself. Beetlejuice slows down his strokes, almost as if to stop.

"Ya know doll, anything you'd do to me I'll repay ya, I'm dying again to get my tongue inside that sweet little pussy of yours~ if your panties are any indication you're gonna taste real good~ I'll eat ya out for hours-" beetlejuice freezes as you shift in your sleep, you let out a soft unintelligible noise.

The ghoul let's out a sigh he didnt know he was holding, his hands make their way back to his cock, that sweet little noise, oh how his missed those sounds you uttered in your sleep.

"Oh sugar, the sounds you'll make when old mr beebleboose gets ya riding his cock are going to be beautiful" he moans, the image having you sitting pretty straddling him, cocked buried deep within you, having you do all the movements at first while he admires the way your chest will bounce, and the faces you'll make, until the demon takes charge and pounds mercilessly into you, oh how he dreamed to hear your screams of pleasure and praise on how good the ghoul made you feel.

Beetlejuice's hands were busy at work, tending to his cock as the ghoul's imagination ran wild as he stared at your sleeping face, he was close.

"Oh y/n, FUCK, babes I want- no, i need ya, I need ya so bad sweets, I missed ya so much babes, fuck" beetlejuice babbled as his pace picked up jerking his cock, hips bucking hard to meet his hand.

Beetlejuice leans back into you face, taking another deep inhale of your intoxicating scent, and lingering a tad longer to steal a quick kiss,as much as the ghoul wanted to shove his tongue down your throat this was the best he got.

"Baby, I'm gonna- fuck y/n-" he uttered before he finally blowing his load, splattering his glowing cum all over your bed, it was quite the amount, beetlejuice sighs leaning back and admiring his handy work

"Its been while since I made that much" he lets out a soft chuckle, electric pink hue slowly dying down.

He sighs, as hot as it is to have you sleep in cum covered sheets, you wouldnt be too pleased waking up to see this sticky mess.

With a snap of the demon's fingers the mess vanishes, as disappointing it was to he his work vanish it was for the greater good.

Beetlejuice's gaze moves from your bed spread back to you, his expression changes to a soft toothy smile, soft pink colours taking over his hue, with a snap of his finger his trade mark striped suit was vanished leaving him wearing nothing aside from a pair of striped boxers. Beetlejuice slowly and carefully removes the covers from your body and gently slides in next to you, covering himself up with the freshly 'cleaned' blanket he sighs through his nose, greeted by your delightful warmth, one of his favourite things about breathers, how warm they were.

There was only ONE last little thing to make this welcome back 'party' perfect.

With a snap of his fingers you're sleeping form shifts and slowly crawls into the ghoul's arms before collapsing back into your motionless slumber, beetlejuice smirks at this as his arms wrap themselves around you, possessing someone in their sleep was a little annoying, but little things like that were a peice of cake.

With this pipes cleaned and you in his arms the ghoul was ready for bed,

"Welcome home, home" he muses on the words you beamed at him when he returned to you. "Guess that really rings true huh? Night y/n" he kisses your forehead before finally closing his eyes.

Bonus

You jolt awake moments after beetlejuice has snuck into your bed, anxiety taking over due to the weight about your body that you did not go to bed with, you sigh in relief once you see it was your resident freeloader demon, a tad embarrassed how you ended up cuddling the ghoul you shrug it off, to be honest the nights you were without him were sleepless, it was lonely without him.

You pause for a second before leaning up and giving the ghoul a quick peck on his scruffy cheek before nuzzling back into his soft chest, his hands resting softly on your back.

"Good night Lawrence" you mumble before dozing back off for a long peaceful sleep.

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #nsft

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