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macherkissed · 2 years

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Hello! I noticed your requests are open, so I hope it's okay for me to drop mine over here ☺️

Would you be willing to write about Betelgeuse, Hellboy, Venom and a yautja with a S/O who cannot stand loud (specially sudden) noises and whenever they happen they just stop whatever they are doing and cover their ears? If they feel too overwhelmed they might start shaking and crying. They are also scared easely and the slightest unexpected sounds makes them yelp. Basically they are VERY sensitive to noise.

I hope this is not an uncomfortable topic to write about :( If that's the case, please feel more than free to overlook my request, no hard feelings whatsoever! Have a lovely day/afternoon/night! <3

Sorry this took so long. I finished it a few weeks ago, actually, but just forgot to post it because I have the worst memory.

Hope it was worth the wait.

How they react to a Noise Sensitive S/O

Notes/Warnings: GN!Reader, Reader being overwhelmed, Beej being Beej, exophilia, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Betelgeuse

Oh Honey

Beej is a dick when he finds out how you react to loud noises, at least at first

He jumps out and yells to watch you drop things and cover your ears, literally laughing his head off sometimes at your reaction

He carries it on for a while before one very chaotic and extremely loud ‘prank’ finally gets you too overwhelmed and you just sob, genuinely cry in a way he hasn’t ever heard from you.

Instantly he stops and steps back, quietly trying to laugh it off as a joke until you start to tremble and curl up on the floor with your arms wrapped around your head.

At that, he’s genuinely more worried than you’ve ever seen him before and you’d find it sweet if you weren’t having a bit of a meltdown. He doesn’t know what to do, though, so he just leaves you be

You don’t see him for a few days after that until you call out for him and he shows up looking like a guilty puppy. Tell him you forgive him and explain what you’re more sensitive to and how to handle it, he’ll be better after that.

He might still make you jump occasionally after that, but he won’t be half as bad

Should anything trigger you, he’ll sort it out; just hope it’s not a person you want/need around because he will make them regret being born.

Hellboy

HB tends to be soft around you anyway, seeing you similarly to his kittens even before he knows how sensitive to noise you are

When you tell him, he’ll be very understanding since he’s known many people who are sensitive to something or other, especially the people with talents at the BPRD

Of course, being him, he can be pretty loud without realising it and he can be heavy handed. There’s rarely a week that passes without him placing something down a bit too heavily and making you jump.

Since the BPRD can be a noisy place, he’ll get noise blocking headphones for you, and him and Abe set up a spot in the library where you can just chill out when it gets a bit too much

If it gets so bad that you have a meltdown and start trembling, hands over your ears, he’ll offer to wrap you up in his thick coat with him.

It’s warm and smells nice, and it’s thick enough that if you press your ear to his chest then everything outside will be muffled and all you can hear is his heartbeat or him humming something to distract you

If someone is being obnoxiously loud and obviously scaring you, he’ll shut them up. However, the way he’ll shut them up tends to be by yelling at them, usually loud enough to make you yelp.

He tries

Venom

Venom gets it; he’s very sensitive to noise himself though he has a bit of a higher tolerance and noise literally pains him past a certain point.

If he’s attached to you, he’ll try and distract you from the noise by talking in your mind and being a bit catty about whatever is making noise. The worse it gets for you, the more aggressive he gets towards the source.

If it is a person or animal and you start to get overwhelmed, he will offer to eat it. If you’re alone or in a place he can cover over you, he will do and become almost a cocoon for you.

If you're too overwhelmed to move he will happily take over and move you away to a quiet area where he can cocoon you and make sure you're okay. It can make you seem a little rude at times but V doesn't care much about that

Just as with Eddie’s loud neighbour, if it gets too much for the both of you he will scare them into shutting up.

If he’s still with Eddie, he’ll pop out like a lil worm and wrap around you, or urge Eddie to hug you and try to move you to a more relaxing spot if you're in public.

You have no say in if he eats the noise, when attached to Eddie; only Eddie has a say in that and he’s a bit of a pushover sometimes

Yautja

The nature of the Yautja is to be observant, so they figure out even without fully knowing your language that you are easily scared by loud noises

The first time they thud a trophy onto the table and you yelp, they tilt their head and note that away for later.

They roar quite a lot after a hunt and, if you’re there with them (which is rare unless they want to impress you), they notice that you jump or cover your ears when they do that.

When you eventually explain it to them, they’ll try and be quieter around you.

They won’t roar when you’re around, unless it’s purely defensive or warning, and they walk softer, they won’t throw things onto the tables, and if you’re on the ship then they will warn their clan to be quieter

They even make sure to click a few times when coming up behind you, just to make sure they don’t spook you that way as well

Since they’ve got a lot more advanced technology, they’ll try and find ways to make life a little quieter for you, even if you assure them you have plenty of things already

Anything that makes you tremble and cry, they will destroy unless they realise that they can’t, like if it’s your pet or something, in which case they’ll growl and snarl at it until it goes away or shuts up.

They are easily strong enough to pick you up and carry you off to a quiet place themselves

After the noise passes, if you’re still crying then they’ll lift you onto their lap and wipe away any tears and click at you a couple of times before muttering “Ooman. M-di H'dlak.” (No Fear)

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victoria-writes · 2 years

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Imagine

Toonjuice with entomologist Y/N. You’d consistently have to stop him from eating the insects you’re studying.

“Stop eating my specimen!”

“But babs!!”

#toonjuice #beetlejuice #betelgeuse #beetlejuice the animated series #toonjuice x reader #beetlejuice x reader #betelgeuse x reader

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betelgeusx3s-badfanfiction · 5 months

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

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

Delias name i was drawing a blank

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

^i think i have seen this one

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

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musical-shit-show · 2 years

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my apologies. prompt list 1, #4 please, beetlejuice!!

don’t want you like a best friend

Pairing: Beetlejuice x Reader

Inspiration: Prompt #4 (“i really want to kiss you right now” “do it then”) from Prompt List 1.

Warnings: alcohol mention, reader is tipsy, fluff, suggestive dialogue

Word Count: 1,173

Author’s Note: So so so sorry this took so long! I’ve been crazy busy with work and the show that I’m in, but I finally finished this ask! Thanks anon for the suggestion! And if you’d like to request anything from either of my Prompt Lists, please send me an ask and check out my Masterlist and About Me page! Enjoy :)

“Beej, I have to go now. You know how I hate being late.”

The demon huffed at your completely reasonable statement. You were finally able to coordinate a night out with your friends, and the live-in ghost who had plagued your existence over the past few months was clearly not pleased.

At first, you were utterly bewildered by Beetlejuice. You have no idea how he ended up in your apartment, though he kept muttering something about being a ‘bio-exorcist’, which sounded far too fantastical for you to fully comprehend.

Once he realized his efforts to scare you out of your dwelling was fruitless, Beetlejuice took no time at all making himself at home. In a way, he was like a housecat: he purred, he slept wherever he wanted, he pushed over breakable objects for attention.

And he wanted nothing more than to be around you all the time.

Which, to him, started out as nothing but another activity to fill his endless existence. If he couldn’t scare you to death, annoying you to death was certainly an acceptable option, right?

“But baaaaabe,” he whined, floating above you as you fished out the keys from your purse, “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? Not a ton of options for a dead guy, ya know.”

He was lying, of course. There were plenty of hijinks a demon of his nature could get up to on a Friday night, but he wanted you to feel bad for him. His incessant flirting didn’t faze you either, much to the ghost’s dismay.

He had a kind of crush on you, which wasn’t at all surprising. Beetlejuice had developed a penchant for breathers over the years, and you had grown to be one of his favorites. Which made your departure for the evening even more gutting.

“I don’t know,” you answered his rhetorical question, exasperated as you slung your purse over your shoulder, “But I have no doubt you’ll find some way to entertain yourself.”

The demon’s hair turned a deep shade of violet, not masking his sadness at the prospect of you enjoying a night out without him. You noticed immediately and frowned.

“It’ll only be a couple hours, bug,” you hoped the pet name would soften the blow, “I promise.” Beetlejuice grumbled and *popped* out of the room. You sighed, accepting his poutiness. Maybe you’d be able to make it up to him later.

***

When you got home, your ghostly roommate was nowhere to be found. Despite only having a few drinks, your head was throbbing. You flopped onto the couch and contemplated turning on the TV, but you couldn’t muster the willpower to try and find the remote.

You looked around a few times, when suddenly you saw it rising slowing, surrounded by a sickly lime glow. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as it floated towards you.

“Beetlejuice!” you knew using his full name would irritate him, and you were right. He materialized seconds later, his hair back to its signature shade of green. You oddly couldn’t have been happier to see him.

“Hey, babes, easy on the ‘B’ word, okay?” he said as he immediately got comfortable on your couch, “If I went away, who’d be here to entertain ya?” You let out another giggle, your last drink making you feel equal parts bold and bubbly.

“Well, I had to get your attention somehow, didn’t I?” you retorted, finally grabbing the remote out of the air and placing it on your coffee table.

“So…” he drawled, his voice sounding particularly gravelly, “You have a good time tonight?” You couldn’t help but sigh, your headache finally wearing off. Instinctively, you let your head rest on Beetlejuice’s shoulder. You had become nose blind to the smell of dirt and decay that constantly permeated from his suit jacket.

“Yeah, I mean, it was nice seeing everyone,” you said, suddenly feeling warm, “I didn’t really have much to contribute though; you know, they were all talking about weddings and babies and gossip and I was just…there. Listening.”

He nodded, not sure how to respond. Beetlejuice had been dead for so long that he couldn’t remember the mundane moments of his life. He watched your ups and downs and in betweens and sometimes, for a second, he could recall what it was like to be human. Maybe that’s why he stuck around.

“Honestly,” you said, swallowing bravely as you raised your head to meet his eye, “all I could think about was coming home. To you.” Of course, this got the demon’s attention. All he could muster was a surprised “Oh?”, his eyebrows raised in shock and amusement.

You had never rendered Beetlejuice speechless before, so you decided to continue.

“Yeah,” you said, “And I swear, I’m only a little bit tipsy so don’t think I don’t mean this, because I do. But I really want to kiss you right now.”

The demon couldn’t help but flash a knowing smirk.

“Do it then.”

And you did. And it was sweet and soft and not at all what you expected. It took a little liquid courage, but as soon as your lips met his, it felt like a switch flipped inside your brain. You had no idea this had been what you’d been searching for.

After a moment, Beetlejuice deepened the kiss, and you felt a pit form in your stomach. You knew how he was; you didn’t want this to be just a random hookup. Being a notch it a demon’s bedpost wasn’t exactly on your bucket list.

Before you could form a coherent thought, you hadn’t even realized that he had wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to his ridiculously tattered suit. You couldn’t find it in you to care.

“Wait,” you said, your head spinning again, “I don’t—I can’t let this be a one-night thing, Beej. I like you. A lot. I think I’ve just be too stupid to see it until now so, if you don’t want that, we can just pretend like this never happened.”

Pink had started to sprout at the roots of his hair, and he still had a big grin plastered on his face, “Babes, are you serious?” he asked incredulously, “I’ve wanted to be with ya since the first week I started crashing here. I think you’re hot stuff.”

You could feel yourself turn red as you kissed him again, elated, “Plus,” he drawled, “How great will it be to tell your friends the next time you see them that your boyfriend is a demon.”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll love that.”

“Make sure to let them know I give great head.”

“Beej!” you hit him playfully, blush now creeping up your neck as he peppered kisses along your clavicle.

“Just so ya know, all you have to do is just ask, sweetheart,” he looked up at you, his eyes now fiery with hunger as he scanned you up and down, “And in that outfit, you won’t have to ask twice.”

***

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skylarsblue · 1 year

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I’m back on it again, brainrot let’s go.

(I was gonna add her moss but I got lazy, forgive me)

#betelgeuse #musical beetlejuice #movie beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #beetlejuice fanart #fanart #genderbend #genderbend art #hyperfixation

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brwnicons · 2 years

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Hi! I just found you and I devoured your works! I loved them, they made my day 😊 And you're a fan of the Beetlejuice musical as well! I had a glimpse of hope when I read his name in the master list, but was sad to see that nothing was there about him 😭. So I thought about requesting something myself if/when you're free and willing to do it ^^ Maybe a gn reader, a short fluff fanfic where reader is his biggest fan. Not wanting to limit you, let your fantasy go wild, you're very talented! ♥️

☆ Thanks you so very much !! I love this chaotic little demon and I was eager to write for him, I'm not very happy with how it turned but I really hope you like it <3 ☆

Beetlejuice x FanReader

-> Summary: Reader's gender is not specified, a little one-shot and a blurb, fluff, platonic/romantic relationship

-> Warnings: None that I can think of!

Please tell me if you find any mistake

[☆]

You had just moved to your new home, an old and historic, dark wooden house whose prior owners almost gave you free.

They explained you that they had the urge to leave it as soon as possible, since "Bizarre things never ceased occurring there."

You took it as just a joke, since it would be easier to convince a young customer to purchase such an old house if they added a bit of drama to it. Maybe the house maintenance was too expensive for them. "Though...", you eventually thought, "They didn't seem as if they were joking..."

However, there you were, waking up on a comfy bed after surviving a surprisingly restful night at your new home. You yawned and stretched your arms before rubbing your eyes with somnolence.

Then, you headed to the bathroom first and started washing your face. As you had your eyes closed when wetting your face, you could swear you had heard a thump behind you. Convinced that it could be the wind, you dried your face and and decided to check behind you in case something dropped.

When you turn around your gaze meets your now completely messy room. All of your clothes are spread around, your desk is upside down and your closet doors, wide open.

"What the..."

"Just a little redecorating, babe, hope you don't mind!" Your breath hitched and your eyes widened the moment you heard a raspy voice followed by laughter coming from behind you, from the mirror.

You took a deep breath and slowly turned around, facing the neon-green haired demon that showed you a wide toothy grin.

Your mind raced with a million thoughts and you weren't capable of form a single word. The demon before you laughed again, amused with your apparent fearful reaction.

"Bee- Beetlejuice?" You managed to whisper, your hand touching the mirror glass as an excited smile made it's way to your face.

His expression changed drastically at your words and he quickly got out of the mirror to arrive by the bathroom doorframe, where he floated nervously. His hair had now tinted in the brightest of green except for his yellowish hair ends

"You...know me?"

"Of course I do! You're the ghost with the most, the demon straight from hell, the bioexorcist, the-"

"Woah, calm down, babes. I definitely didn't expect fans, you alright?" He asked apparently uncomfortable, though his bright green hair was revealing that he was indeed really flattered.

"Sorry, I'm just really excited to meet you. I didn't mean to bother you, I moved here just yesterday."

"I know. I spent the whole day thinking of pranks to put on you yesterday." He confessed as he scratched his neck awkwardly. "But you seem like a much better roomie than that decrepit couple, soo..." his hair was getting more and more yellow and his hands were fidgeting with his own striped tie until he mumbled a proposal, "...Roomies?"

Your eyes lit at his proposition and you couldn't help but to release an excited "Yes!" that gave him a huge grin and a bright neon hair.

And of course, he excitedly gave you an autograph.

And about the agreement, you both would win with it: Beetlejuice would have an amazing roommate and neither of you would feel lonely.

Living with him has his pros and cons. Yes, he had the ability to always boost your serotonin with his jokes and his cheerful personality, but he is also the filthiest friend you could ever ask for. Also, he seems to have a black hole for stomach and zero respect for privacy so all your savings end up in snacks, but at least he also eats every cockroach and spider that dares to set foot on your house.

And don't let me get started on visits. He will try to scare them away unless you state really seriously that they're your friends and mustn't be scared. If you seem to appreciate your visitors too much or you are away from home (due to work, college...) too much time, he'll feel so lonely that just only an entire week of spending time with him and him only will be able to cure him.

☆ I love him so much that I'm not capable to order my thoughts properly so to continue this request here is a blurb about living with him !! Hope you understand my chaos ☆

He is a very good friend. He will listen to your problems and will offer solutions, he has very good taste in horror films too so movie nights are a MUST in your house.

He is also the most affectionate, doesn't matter if your relationship is platonic or romantic, he will give you the best bear hugs at any time and will compliment your outfits, jewelry, hairstyle...

Show him about video games!! The previous couple had none but once he discovers them he will have so much fun. He loves playing videogames with you, specially horror ones (he makes fun of you if you play calm games like animal crossing or minecraft but as soon as he is alone in your house you can be sure he will sell shells to Tom Nook or build a sheep farm).

He loves singing too! Karaoke in your house is obligatory, he will sing whatever you put him with all the drama he can gather (but we all know he sings good as hell!)

The most negative thing about living with him is not the smell or mess he usually makes, but his unexistent sense of privacy.

He'll enter in the bathroom whenever you're in, doesn't matter if you're in the toilet or taking a shower, he has no problem with opening the courtain wide and ask you if you ate his cheetos. Picture him as kind of a cat, because your bed will never be yours only again.

With the excuse of feeling lonely he'll end up sleeping every night on your room, sometimes even in your bed too so I hope you buy a bigger one.

It doesn't even have to be romantic or flirtatious, he just wants to sleep with you so he doesn't feel alone (also because he has plenty of nightmares and hugging you tightly after one is far more therapeutic than having to deal with them alone. Evidently, you don't know about this reason. Not yet.)

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addie-sanchez · 2 years

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This post can change any day.

Personal Informations:

Addie,

22,

She/her,

🇵🇱.

What I post about:

🌼 games:

Detroit: Become Human

Cyberpunk 77

Resident Evil: Village

Call Of Duty: MW

🤍 movies:

BeetleJuice

Labirynt

Drop Dead Fred

The Boys

Teen Titans

Dexter: New Blood

🖤 ships:

Betelbabes

Kimchie

Bbrae

2nu/2dle

👻 characters:

Hank Anderson 🖤

Simon Ghost Raily

Karl Heisenberg

Johnny Silverhand

I mostly comment or reblog posts, try not to spam too much. Feel free to follow, ask or DM me anytime :)

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#beetlejuice #betelgeuse #fanfiction #beteleguse #betelbabes #hank anderson x reader #hank dbh #dbh hank #hank x reader #call of duty #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cyberpunk

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the-oblivious-writer · 11 months

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Pretty Girl |2|

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Chapter Two: Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse!

Summary: Tara and you decide to do movie night at her place. Joking around with each other quickly turns into arguing

Warning(s): Mentions of drinking, Swearing, Clueless!R, Jealous!Tara

Notes: Part two of this. Actually thinking of turning this into either a series or mini series. I re-wrote this a couple times, hope you enjoy. Part three won't come as soon as this one but it will come at some point

Previous part|Next Part

A week has passed since you decided to be bold. Well..bold is a bit of a stretch. After you ran you stumbled a few times and almost tripped face first down the stairs. You’re fine.

You’re at a local pizza shop, waiting in line to order. You and Tara decided to do another movie night at her place this time. Sam’ll be at her therapy session so it’s the perfect time for you to come over and hang out. As far as you know it’s just going to be the two of you.

Like it’s always been..so why were you catching yourself focusing on that part?

BzzBzz

—-

You finished ordering the food when your phone buzzed. You take it out of your pocket to see messages from Tara.

Tara 💜

Hey, we’re still on for later right?

noooo need to worry about the

big and scary Sam Carpenter

Ha. Ha. you’re hilarious

yeah we’re still on

is it just gonna be us?

As far as I know

why? scared this is secretly just my

plan to seduce and kill you?

and who exactly revealed my diabolical

plan to you??

I'm just that good

but don’t say that

shit around Sam lmao

wouldn’t dream of it, darling

Food’s ready so imma get going

but I’ll see you in a bit

Looking forward to it<3

—

You smile and put your phone back in your pocket, after you grab the food you make your way to your car and wait a bit before leaving.

As you raise your fist up to the door to knock, it opens and you're met with Tara’s lit up face.

“Did you even check who it was, what if I was a deranged sociopath?” You jokingly ask, slightly raising your eyebrows.

“Don’t worry, I knew it was you” Tara replied, with a smirk. You tilted your head.

“Were you tracking me, Carpenter?” You chuckled a bit. She only smirked while she helped you bring in the food.

You shook your head at her and mumbled,“Of course..” Tara couldn’t help but smile in response.

“Since when is it a crime to make sure you didn’t get kidnapped or something on the way here?” She defends, walking to the kitchen to grab utensils and a couple of cups. You playfully rolled your eyes at her comment.

“Well, I’m not kidnapped. And I’m here. So movie night can commence. I was thinking we can start with Beetlejuice” You suggest as you start to lay out the food.

“Sounds like the perfect plan to me,” She says genuinely, coming back from the kitchen.

—

The credits roll, Tara and you both lay on the coach with her head on your chest and your arm slung over her. You both were comfortable, neither of you wanted to move. But the remote was on the other side of the coffee table. Damn it.

You shuffle over to it, causing Tara to whine a little. This causes you to smile a bit at her pouting. “Only a second, not even.” You state, getting up to reach for the remote. You eventually go back to the couch and she immediately curls up next to you again.

“You’re such a baby sometimes” You tease, putting your arm back around her. She sends you a glare but it doesn’t make you back down from your words.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am. not.”

“Are. Too.”

“You’re beyond annoying sometimes, Y/N Y/L/N” She huffed, crossing her arms but still curled up next to you.

“Aww, you’re just a bit drunk so I won’t take that to heart” You continued to tease. Tara rolled her eyes but tried to bite back a smile.

“You do know you’re a dork though, right?” Tara asks, smirking while looking up at you. She figured she’d cut in on the teasing.

“Wait- you think I’m a dork, Carpenter? I’m astonished” You say a bit dramatically but jokingly, raising your eyebrows slightly.

“A huge one to be honest with you” She responds as her grip on you tightens gently. You’re too clueless to notice how she snuggled up closer to you.

“Well it takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” Tara gently shoves your side as you only smile in response. “Not as big of one as you, that’s for sure.”

“But it’s safe to say you still like this dork, at least you like me enough to stalk me-”

“-Is this still about me tracking you? Should’ve known you were gonna have a field day with that. At least it wasn’t some random doing it like that chick who’s always staring at you in our film class” Tara remarked with a slight scowl.

“Who?"

"Think her name's Isabella or something" Tara answered, with disinterest.

"Oh, I helped her with an assignment once. What’s wrong with her though? She’s cute” You respond, unaware of why she brought her up.

“Y/N, she stares at you like all the time. It’s fucking weird” Tara held a bitterness in her tone that you caught.

“Is it? I don’t know, maybe I’d want to give her my number-” Did you actually? Not really. But you wanted to test the waters. See why Tara seemed so annoyed just because a girl was staring at you.

“-To some random girl you don’t even know? That’s what it sounds like. And it sounds fucking ridiculous” You were so unsure as to why she was being so bitter about this topic. Weren’t you two just joking a minute ago?

“Why are you being so defensive about this, Carpenter?” You ask, wanting an answer. But she doesn’t give you one.

“I’m not being defensive Y/N” Tara was now fully off of you and the volume of her voice rose. “You always go for the first person who gives you attention-”

“That’s not true” Your patience was starting to grow slim as you tried to keep calm.

“Yes it is! It’s like every week it’s a new person”

“Why the hell do you care so much about who I go out with?” You asked, wanting to know what her excuse was for lashing out so suddenly.

Tara sighed in frustration,“It’s just that-” before she could finish her sentence the door starts to unlock and Sam enters.

Sam looked and saw Y/N which caused her to go into “Scolding Mode” but she stopped herself before she said anything when she saw your annoyed faces. You both seemed annoyed- no, you’re pissed at each other.

“The hell happened with you two?” Sam asked, a bit softer than how her usual tone was around you.

The older Carpenter was only met with silence as you started gathering your things. “What do you think you’re doing?” Tara asked with sternness in her voice.

“Leaving. I need to cool down for the night but when you wanna talk like damn adults you know where to find me” You retorted before leaving, slamming the door shut.

Sam looked over to Tara, still confused about what had happened.

"Shit" was all Tara could say, she knew she messed up. But she refused to admit to herself the reason she lashed out.

Sam wasn't dumb, she knew her sister. You weren't the type of friends to be this pissed at each other over nonsense.

"You wanna talk about it?" Sam walked over to Tara and sat down beside her on the couch. The spot was still warm from when you were sitting there.

"Not in the slightest" was all Tara responded with before going to her room and shutting the door. She thought about the conversation over and over again. But not once did she consider being the first to contact you.

Tara was too stubborn for that, but so were you.

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#jenna ortega #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x fem reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #scream

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hannyoontify · 10 months

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april showers bring may flowers - choi seungcheol

member | seungcheol x gn!reader

genre | hurt with lots of comfort, fluff??, established relationship!au,

word count | 2k

synopsis | when that time of year rolls around, seungcheol is reminded yet again why he loves you so much

warnings | mentions of death of unnamed character, lots of crying, mentions of breakfast, a couple kisses, cheol is grieving a lot

notes | do yourself a favor and DON'T listen to dk's cover of betelgeuse while you read this bc writing this while listening to that on repeat did smth to my heart

Seungcheol can hear you shuffling around in the kitchen from his bedroom, most likely preparing breakfast for him and the thought alone made his chest tighten. He knew that today wasn't any easier for you than it was for him, but the way you always put him first and prioritized his needs made him feel guilty but also grateful at the same time.

Laying an arm over his eyes, Seungcheol tried to ignore the dull, throbbing pain in his chest as he thought over what the day's itinerary would look like. He would eat breakfast, then get changed. You would then drive the two of you to the– Seungcheol could feel his throat closing up as he choked back an audible sob. Just thinking about visiting him was too much to bear. He heard your footsteps heading towards his bedroom and Seungcheol wiped his tears away in a hurry–just as you quietly entered his room.

"Cheol? You awake?" You asked in a soft voice. Seungcheol heard you padding over to his side of the bed, and he glanced at you with misty eyes. You were wearing a plain white top and beige pants. Bright, just like he had requested.

Seungcheol felt his lower lip quiver and immediately noticing this, you cupped his face with your soft hands and wiped away his tears that were now flowing like a steady stream, leaving a wet trail on his cheeks. Seungcheol let himself cry into your arms, his mouth crying bitterly into your shoulder as he gripped your arms tightly. You simply sat there, alternating between rubbing small circles and patting his back. Your own eyes welled up with tears as you heard your fiance sob and you tried your best to blink them away, but a single tear managed to escape and rolled down your cheek.

Once Seungcheol managed to calm down a bit, you brought his face up so you could look into his eyes. They were bloodshot and glossy, glinting and glistening in the dim light of the distant living room. In a different context, you would've described his eyes as shining and full of youth, but there was an unspoken sadness hiding under the brightness that made you think otherwise.

"I think this is gonna happen a lot today," Seungcheol mumbled. That made both of you crack a small smile and you pressed a light kiss to his forehead.

"That's why I brought four extra boxes of tissues with me. Don't worry, I'll catch every tear that falls today," You said with a quiet chuckle. "Come outside once you're ready, I made breakfast."

Seuncheol muttered out a small 'thank you' and watched you leave the room first. He had no doubt that you would catch every one of his tears. You've been doing exactly that for the past five years, ever since the accident.

The two of you were only a couple weeks into a new relationship when the sudden news of his best friend's death sent Seungcheol's life into a downward spiral. Anyone else would've been overwhelmed with the situation and asked to end things, especially since you had only met him recently, but not you. You were more determined than before to stay by his side and lend him a shoulder to cry on, should he ever need one. You became his pillar of support and Seungcheol doesn't know where he would be in life right now if you hadn't stayed with him.

Watching you from behind, he felt another pang of guilt in his chest. You were so perfect, why would you choose to stay with a mess like him? He was lacking in so many ways-

"Cheol, my love?" You called out.

"Yeah?"

"No need to feel guilty, okay? I'm doing what I'm doing because I love you," It was almost as if you read his mind. You sent him a reassuring smile. "I made a choice to stay with you all those years ago and I'm not backing out of my promise. Not today, not ever. Okay?"

Seungcheol could feel another wave of tears welling up in his eyes, and he wiped them away with the back of his hand. "Okay. I love you."

"I love you too."

The car ride to the graveyard was mostly quiet with the exception of a few strings of curse words that would leave your mouth whenever there was an 'idiot driver who probably peaked in high school'. That helped bring a small smile to Seungcheol's lips.

Once the two of you found the specific grave mound that belonged to Seungcheol's best friend, you wrapped a strong arm around his shoulder as he stared at the mound of grass that held the body of his friend of almost 25 years.

A violent sob racked through Seungcheol's body when he saw a fresh bouquet of lilies that he recognized as Soonyoung's. He must've visited earlier.

When Seungcheol's legs gave out under him, you helped soften his fall as you went down with him. Your arms remained firm around him as he cried into your shoulder, his quiet sobs speaking volumes of the pain that he was feeling. Your love clung onto you, holding you so tightly like you would also disappear if he let go for just one second.

You rubbed small circles on Seungcheol's back as you made soft noises to soothe him, your chin resting on the crown of his head. Once you thought he had calmed down a bit, you opened your mouth to speak.

"He would be so proud of you, you know. So proud of how far you've come in life. You might be crying but I'm sure he's smiling down on us right now," You mumble. You could feel Seungcheol trembling in your embrace and you resume making soothing noises.

"He spoke so highly of you before we met, I thought he might've been the one with a crush on you," You chuckled, reminiscing how your favorite senior was so ecstatic to set up his best friend with his favorite underclassman. "He really cared for you, my love. He cared for you so much."

Your fiance's cries only got louder. He wailed into your shoulder, the entire area now damp from his tears. Seungcheol silently cursed the universe, he cursed any and every deity in existence for taking his best friend from him. Oh, the things he would do to bring him back. He was willing to spend every penny of his life savings on his medical bills if it meant that he could be ablive. Seungcheol would've done anything and everything if he knew that he would lose his best friend in a matter of months.

You watched a lone tear drip down his cheek and drop to the grass below you, and you were reminded of something you told him five years ago.

"I need to stop crying," Seungcheol whispered to you. Almost everyone had left after the burial, heading back to the funeral home where dinner was to be served. You shook your head and patted his back. "At this rate, I'm gonna flood this place with my tears."

You cracked a small smile at his joke and pressed a kiss to his temple. "You can cry all you want. You can flood this place with your tears because you know what they say, right? April showers bring May flowers. The tears you shed now are gonna have beautiful flowers blooming in its stead because this too, shall pass. It may seem like everything is doomed and your life will never get better, but I promise you, everything does get better. After a long period of adversity and hardship, good things will always follow. And I'll stay with you through it all.

"I promise."

You knew it was okay to move when Seungcheol let out a shaky breath, one that usually signified that he was either done crying or ran out of tears to cry. Once he pulled away, he began apologizing profusely because his tears had soaked entirely through the fabric of your white shirt on your shoulder but you simply laughed.

You fixed his bangs with a warm smile and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I'm gonna go clean the other graves, you go ahead and talk with him."

Seungcheol felt his heart physically ache. This was one of the many reasons why he loved you so much. You were here to grieve, on his behalf, but here you were, cleaning and weeding the graves of strangers. When he asked you once why you always cleaned the graves of people you didn't know, your answer was his deciding factor for proposing to you (indirectly, he didn't ask you to marry him at a graveyard like soonyoung thought he did when cheol initially told him)

"Why do you clean the graves of strangers?" Seungcheol asked. The two of you were sitting on the grass, drinking makgeolli and watching the sun set behind Seoul. You looked over at him with a confused expression that said 'What do you mean?'

"I mean like- I don't know, I think it's just so... selfless. Like we're here to grieve, cleaning other's graves is the last thing on my mind if I'm being honest," Your then-boyfriend winced at his own words. "I sound horrible."

You couldn't help but laugh. "No, you don't sound horrible. It makes sense why you would think that way. Everyone's here because they have a reason to, I don't think anyone visits graveyards for funsies." Seungcheol nodded at that. "But if I don't, who will? The only thing the landowner does is mow the grass every other week. I think they deserve more than that.

"Especially the graves who no longer receive visitors. Their families may be living too far away or they don't have any family members or acquaintances to remember them and visit them. I think something as simple as weeding their area and pouring them leftover alcohol would mean a lot to them."

You shuffled in your spot to turn and face your lover. He looked at you with bright eyes that were slightly puffy from all the crying earlier that day. "Imagine this. You're living abroad for whatever reason, so you haven't been able to visit his grave for years. You feel so sorry because you can't take care of it like you used to, but one day, you return and see that the grave is still in a pristine condition, almost the same way you left it all those years ago. How would that make you feel?"

Seungcheol slowly nodded, as if he began to slowly understand what you meant. "I would be happy. And grateful. Because his grave wasn't neglected while I was gone."

You nodded back at him, happy that he understood. "That's why I clean other's graves. In case a situation like that were ever to happen. Through a small action like brushing away dead leaves, I could bring a smile to someone else's face."

Watching you in the distance, Seungcheol began to talk to his old friend. He gave him the latest updates on the happenings of the friend group, as well as his recent promotion. His eyes never let your frame as he talked, observing as you bent over to pull out a few weeds that you had spotted.

"We're getting married, you idiot," He said with a soft smile. "Thanks for introducing me to the love of my life. I really owe you one. I was gonna have you be the best man, but I guess I'm gonna have to stick with Soonyoung. [Name] is-"

Seungcheol's words got caught in his throat when he saw you waving over at him with the brightest smile on your face and a couple wildflowers in hand. The wind blew your hair past your face, whipping it around dramatically. You looked so beautiful like this, full of love and smiles. He couldn't believe he was the one to call you his, forever.

"They're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

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fairyhaos · 10 months

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. ˚ like a supernova

requested by anon: "Hello!! Can I please ask for fluffy and soft and comforting DK? (I was reeling from Betelgeuse)"

pairing: photographer!dokyeom x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, non-idolverse, kinda roadtrip?, the author is in love with the sky

word count: 1879

warnings: pet names (love, darling), kisses

notes: would recommend listening to dk's cover of betelgeuse while listening, along with txt's hydrangea love and ab6ix dandelion <3

summary: "do you want to go on a trip?" seokmin had asked, all soft and fond with lights twinkling in his eyes that afternoon, and there was no way you would have been able to refuse.

You roll down the window, poking your head out before abruptly reeling yourself in. The air is cold on your skin, raising goosebumps along your arms and making you shiver. Seokmin glances over at you, concerned, but you just smile, reaching over to interlace his fingers, palms and heart warm.

“How much longer?” is all you ask, and Seokmin smiles.

“Not much longer,” he murmurs, bringing your interlaced hands upwards to kiss your knuckles, before going back to looking at the road.

After a moment of staring at his side profile, soft and muffled in the dark, you do too.

"Do you want to go on a trip?" Seokmin had asked, all soft and fond with lights twinkling in his eyes that afternoon, and there was no way you would have been able to refuse.

It’s why you are where you are right now, in the car, on the road to somewhere, the sky velvet navy over your heads and yellow street lamps lighting your way, like some sort of glittering fairy trail.

Everything feels endless, like hours and hours are passing, or like it’s stopped, like the seconds ticking by on your watch have simply ceased to move anymore. You’re not entirely sure. The world is dimmed, and the air is so cold that you have to roll the window back up, but Seokmin’s hand is warm in yours, and that’s really all you need.

Seconds, or perhaps years, pass, before Seokmin eventually veers off the abandoned road, and you disappear into the trees.

“How much longer?” you ask again, and he looks over at you, sparkles in his eyes.

“Almost.”

And then you’re emerging out of the woods, and he smiles as your eyes widen.

The entire universe has opened up before you, the sky yawning and stretching contentedly, the land rolling leisurely for miles and miles. The longer you stare, the more there are little lights winking down at you, smiling as teasingly and adoringly as your boyfriend is smiling at you right now.

“Do you like it?” Seokmin asks, as if he’d been the one to painstakingly hang up all the stars in the sky for you to see, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over to do the same for you.

You can’t answer, too busy staring up at the sky, barely even registering when Seokmin gets out of the car, walking over to your side and opening the door for you to get out. “It’s… it’s beautiful,” is all you can say, and Seokmin chuckles.

“Just like you.”

The sky continues to reveal itself to you, as Seokmin sets up his equipment, as you lean back in the fold-up chairs that he’d brought, as you breathe in the clean countryside air and marvel at the natural landscape before you.

Not a sound is uttered by the world, save for the ones you make yourself, with the creaking of chairs and the shutter of Seokmin’s camera and the sound of you both breathing. Your attention is captured by the stars, as if the stars are the photographer and your awe is the picture, being captured and held in their glittering embrace endlessly.

“Y/N, love?”

Seokmin smiles when you finally look at him, and his eyes are glittering too, mesmerising and warm. He has his camera in his hands, and gestures to the open field.

“Can I photograph you?”

The universe truly was showing you her best side tonight, the moon little more than a silver sliver in the sky, shy and gentle and beautiful, the entire sky nothing more than a gorgeously soft expanse of dark and rich fabric, little gold threads delicately sewn into it.

You look over at Seokmin, looking over to where he has his camera up to his eyes, before laughing, shy, and having to look away.

It’s dark, because of course it is—you’re out in the middle of the countryside, with no artificial light for miles—but Seokmin’s smile, even behind his camera, is radiant, like he’s kept part of the sun’s brightness in his smile, wonderful and golden and looking perfectly in place within the beauty of the universe surrounding you.

“Beautiful,” is all Seokmin says, and when he lowers the camera you can see his eyes too, eyes that have turned into crescents that still, still sparkle so warmly.

“I know,” you say, tilting your head up again. “They really are beautiful.”

He laughs: a soft, adoring sound that drifts and carries in the silent night air. “You really, really are.”

Seokmin carries on taking his photos, some for his clients, some for himself, and you sit there on the grass, watching him, watching the sky, watching the world slowly, slowly continue moving.

Eventually he flops down beside you, lying on his back, but the camera keeps making shuttering sounds as he continues to take pictures of the universe above you.

You lie down too, nudging your hand against his arm, and he makes a playful noise in annoyance.

“Just a couple more,” he says, the camera still on his eyes.

And then he takes it away, simply looking up at the sky without the camera filtering the images, and smiles. Seokmin looks over at you, eyes bright.

“Don't you think this is the best trip ever?” he asks, and you laugh.

“The best,” you agree, shuffling over to rest your head on his shoulder, him immediately putting an arm around you to pull you against him. “I didn’t know there were so many stars in the sky.”

“Me neither,” he says, fingers mindlessly trailing up and down your upper arm. “Hey, do you know any constellation names?”

You hum thoughtfully, adjusting yourself against him. “Sure I do.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” You point upwards at the sky, at a small cluster of stars. “Do you see that constellation there? The one with one star a little higher up to the right and two in a horizontal line under it?”

“Where?”

“There. Those three stars.”

“Oh!” Seokmin rests his palm, warm and gentle, against your skin. “Which one’s that?”

You lower your arm, grinning. “It’s called: ‘Junhui’s face moles’.”

Seokmin is silent for a long moment, before promptly pinching your arm, making you chuckle softly. “I really thought you knew constellations for a second there.”

“Of course I don’t.” You shift around in his arms to look up at him, tracing a light finger down his nose. “You’re the only and most beautiful constellation of stars that I know.”

He smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Well, it does to me.”

That makes him laugh, an endeared exhale, kissing your forehead again. “Well, actually, I know a couple of constellation names too.”

You quirk an eyebrow, amused. “You do?”

“Yeah.” It’s Seokmin’s turn to point upwards, a long finger tracing a shape of stars, outlining a cluster of them that look a little brighter than the others. “See that one?”

“Mhm?”

He looks at you. “What does that one look like?”

You tilt your head to the side, shuffling further into him. “Um. I don’t know.”

“It looks like two people hugging, duh,” he says, as if it was obvious, and you laugh. “It’s called the ‘you and me’ constellation.”

“The ‘you and me’ constellation?” you repeat, smiling, endeared by his adorable naming of constellations, taking his hand from where it’s still pointing to the sky and interlacing your fingers together and bringing them downwards to rest on his chest. “That’s cool.”

Seokmin nods, grinning. “Exactly. Anyone who looks at that constellation, if they resonate strongly with the constellation of two people hugging, can call it theirs. The ‘you and me’ constellation.”

“That’s very sweet.”

Silence descends once more. Seokmin taps the fingers of one hand against your arm, the other warm and secure in yours. The grass is cold, and definitely a little damp, but neither of you notice, too absorbed in the way the universe seems to be painting a beautiful landscape just for you.

You look up at Seokmin, who still has his eyes fixed on the sky. His mouth is slightly parted in wonder, eyes wide, side profile as beautiful as ever, and it makes you smile.

“Seokmin?”

Seokmin’s lips automatically lift into a smile at the sound of his name, and he looks down at you. “Yes, darling?”

“Did you know the closest red supergiant to Earth is called Betelgeuse?”

Seokmin’s eyebrows raise upwards, surprised. “I did. How did you know that?”

You grin. “Research.”

His face softens, laughing. “You searched it up while I was taking photographs, weren’t you?” He kisses you on the nose, lightly. “Betelgeuse is also one of the brightest stars in our sky. It’s going to become a supernova really soon.”

“Wait, really?”

Seokmin nods, looking back up at the sky. “It’s not even that old. But even so, the Earth will probably still be around to see it go supernova. It’ll become the brightest light in our sky for several days.”

“Wow.” You look around at the sky, trying to see if you can see which one is Betelgeuse, but they all twinkle even more, as if intentionally attempting to confuse you, so you give up. “It’s incredible, actually. Our Earth being able to exist at the same time as such a phenomenon.”

Seokmin smiles. “Like you and me.”

You blink. “The constellation?”

“What? No,” Seokmin chuckles, “not the constellation.” He squeezes your interlaced hands, once. “Like Seokmin and Y/N. The fact we found each other, were pulled towards each other, in this same lifetime. Under this sky.”

Seokmin looks at you, and his eyes are soft, soft with indescribable emotions, as beautiful and endless as the universe expanding above you. It makes you smile, heart melting, fragile and yet safe in his hands.

“I don’t think there will ever be a lifetime where we don’t find each other,” you say. “I promise. In fact, I’ll make sure of it.”

He grins, face positively glowing with love, and he really is the most beautiful constellation of stars you’ve ever seen. “Have I told you I love you?”

You laugh, lifting yourself upwards slightly to smile down at him. “Hmm, no, I don’t think you have.”

“In which case, I love you.”

His mouth is warm on yours, the kiss light and sweet. When you pull away, he’s still grinning and glowing and looking like the stars in human form.

“Say it again,” you say, and he smiles impossibly wider.

“I love you.”

It’s him that leans up to kiss you this time, a fluttery, silvery thing, and now you’re smiling too, the fingers of one hand still interlaced with his, the other cupping his face. You hum, pleased, and kiss him once more.

“I love you too.”

Far away, somewhere up in the stars that you can’t identify, there’s Betelgeuse, shining brightly down on you, light years away and never-ending. At least, in your lifetime. But that supergiant, that star, isn’t the biggest and most beautiful star you’ve ever seen.

Oh, no.

That title belongs to your boyfriend.

And under this same sky, when he shines, he’ll do it with you, holding your hand, kissing you gently and promising you the entire world.

In every lifetime, in every universe.

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betelgeusx3s-badfanfiction · 1 year

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Beetlejuice Reactions to being told he is Loved

I am playing around on an ai chat thing. I have a whole row of different beetlejuice I roleplay with...

Here is a list of reactions I got when I said.

"I LOVE YOU BEETLEJUICE"

Beetlejuice: *Beetlejuice, completely taken aback by this, does a double take and jumps back.* “Whoa, whoa! Whoa…!” *He takes a moment to recollect himself.* “Wait…what did you say?” “I…I love you?” *He gives you a look of pure shock. As if the idea of someone saying that they love him wasn’t even on his list of possibilities.*

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Beetlejuice: I love me too!

*He looks at you like a little brat*

The dead can have love you know, it just looks a bit different with decay, and rot and all of that.

Y/N: You... are ADORABLE

Beetlejuice: Eeeew! Not the 'adorable' thing!

*he rolls his eyes*

I'm not a kitten, or a puppy. I'm a big dangerous dead guy.

Y/N: So cute *pinches his cheeks*

Beetlejuice: Grrr... *he tries to bite you*

I'm dangerous! I'm fierce!

Stop it with the baby talk!

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Beetlejuice: I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MY ENTIRE AFTERLIFE. FINALLY, SOMEBODY TOLD ME THEY LOOOOVE MEEEEEEE!

Y/N: *gives hug,*

Beetlejuice: I needed that. I mean, a *lot*. I'm not crying, you're crying! I mean, I'm crying because I'm just so touched, y'know?

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Beetlejuice: *Beetlejuice pops out of a closet, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a box of chocolates in another*

Aw shucks, you really mean it?

Y/N: yes

Beetlejuice : *His face goes from a soft smile, to a big cheesy grin*

Aw, shucks. I don’t know what to say. This is the first time someone told me they loved me, so, I guess you get the first kiss, on me!

I hope you got some tongue because this ones a doozy!

--- Beetlejuice: "You uh, really love me, huh?" *He raises an eyebrow.* "Well, I love myself too, but I don't go around yelling about it." *Beetlejuice chuckles, as if he just made the best joke in the world.* *He crosses his arms and stares at them in a smug manner.* "Tell me, why do you love me?" *He has a sly smirk on his face, waiting for their answer.*

--- Beetlejuice: *He stares intently at y/n, with the most sincere and serious of faces.*

"I love you more."

*You honestly can't tell if he's being genuine or if he's just messing with you.*

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Bonus! (Was not expecting this to happen... )

Beetlejuice: *he kisses you, and it’s a very sloppy, wet kiss that lasts for an uncomfortably long time. He then wipes his disgusting mouth with his sleeve*

There you go. Happy?

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This one seemed super random so here Beetlejuice: I Love You Too, Random Citizen!

*** Beetlejuce: YEAH! YEAH, THAT’S IT! NOW I’LL BE WITH YOU UNTIL YOU DIE! MUAH HA HA HA HA HA!

^ ok.. i think this was the one that really stays in character pretty well.. and has killed me a few times in our role plays..

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So.. i really enjoyed this ai chat type thing i may do a few more like this..

Its easier then writing. I don't wanna post any of my stories till I finish them. And i got a dozen that are just a few paragraphs in...

Edit

6 likes... this is like the most i have ever gotten... wow i love you guys my lame art never gets that much

I like ai chat stuff so i plan to do more i got a list of prompts i am planning to do.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lceRTqnWCepJ93x-jOGNndzaqzNh6_8B5Oe4EAQDpig/edit?usp=drivesdk

#beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice #betelgeuse #tagging is hard #keatlejuice x reader #toonjuice x reader #Roleplay?#Character ai

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musical-shit-show · 2 years

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

call my bluff, call you “babe”

Pairing: Musical!Beetlejuice x Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2,175

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

“Oh my god, you are beyond obvious.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, uh,” he muttered, “Well—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit. When did he become so perceptive?

“Oh, I—”

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

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

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

The demon was, for once, speechless.

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ugh.”

“And not make a ruckus.”

“Ughhhh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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macherkissed · 1 year

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The Macherkissed Masterlist

Any Content warnings/triggers will be marked next to the work. If I miss any, just tell me and I'll make sure to correct it.

Scenarios/Headcanons;

How they react to seeing you depressed for the first time (Michael Myers, Poly!Ghostface) [CW: GN!Reader, Depression]

Befriending A Splicer Headcanons [CW: GN!Reader, Weapons Mention]

How they react to you telling them you're pregnant (Betelgeuse, Gomez & Morticia Addams, Yautja) [CW: AFAB!Reader, Pregnancy, One line mention of abortion, Smut Mention, Polyamory, Exophilia]

How they react to your new tattoo (Jason Voorhees, Tiffany Valentine, Norman Bates) [CW: GN!Reader, Tattooed Reader, Needles mention, Slight Smut mention]

Comforting you when your elderly pet is passing (Hellboy, NBC Will Graham, Venom & Eddie Brock) [CW: GN!Reader, mentions of losing a pet, possible triggering subject]

NSFW Headcanons (Mark Hoffman) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Fluff, Kink]

How they act with a noise sensitive SO (Betelgeuse, Hellboy, Venom, Yautja) [CW: GN!Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Exophilia]

How they react to a Shy S/O (Chucky & Tiffany, Gomez & Morticia, Alice Liddell, Nemesis) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Polyamory, Mentions of violence, mild-to-moderate dom/sub, mentions of sadism, Exophilia]

How they react to you going into labour (Gomez & Morticia Addams) [CW: AFAB!Reader, GN!Reader, Pregnancy, labour, pain and slight childbirth typical gore]

How he reacts to your body tremors (Jason Voorhees) [CW: GN!Reader, Disabled!Reader, Medication mention, Fluff]

Oneshots;

The Reward of Patience (Betelgeuse) [CW: AFAB!Reader, Smut, Pegging]

Wrapped Up in Pretty Ribbons (Billy Lenz) [CW: Fem!Reader, Smut, Non-Con Voyeurism, Slight Somnophilia, Choking]

Those Sweet Lips (Poly!Ghostface) [CW: Fem!Reader, Smut, Threesome, Polyamory, Oral Sex, Some M/M Action]

Recompense (Hannibal Lector) [CW: Fem!Reader, Smut, Oral Sex, Boss/Employee Relationship]

Closest of Encounters (Psycho Goreman) [CW: Fem!Reader, Mature, Kissing, Suggestive, Exophilia]

No Gods or Kings, Only Fontaine (Frank Fontaine) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Oral Sex, Slight D/S]

A Moment Alone (Jack Wynand) [CW: GN!Reader, Smut, Ambiguous Penetration, Unprotected Sex, No Aftercare]

Alphabets

Thel Vadam X ADHD!Reader SFW Alphabet [CW: Fem!Reader, ADHD, Fluff, Exophilia, Marriage mention]

#Masterlist #Not writing #horror x reader #slasher x reader #blog meta #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #horror headcanons #horror imagines

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sexysirius · 9 months

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GIF is not mine. Credits to whoever made it.

Summary: you and Nick have a star gazing date

Pairing: Nick x gender neutral reader

Word count: 596

Warnings: Nothing except so much fluff that might cause diabetes :p

Type: Fluff fluff and more fluff

Nick’s GCSE exams have just ended and both of you wanted to celebrate. It took Nick less than a minute to come up with this idea since he knows how much you loved stars and constellations.

You met at around 6:30 pm at James park. You’d planned it as a picnic and star gazing date. You’d brought some sandwiches and orange juice and laid it out on the classic red and white checkered cloth which was laid out on the grass. Nick had brought some chocolate chip cookies which you love so much.

Nick was sitting upright with his back rested along the bark of a tree lazily moving his fingers across your hair. You were lying down with your head rested on his legs.

“You really love my curls, don’t you?” You asked when the pink tint on his cheeks became evident.

“As a matter of fact I do, as much as you love me speaking French.” He said with a smug grin .

“I do not..I mean it’s good to hear you speak french I mean your French is good…the grammar and fluency…” you were stuttering at this point and you knew it

“Aww, no need to get all worked up, mon amour” he said with a smirk which turned into a full blown laughter.

“Nick Nelson, are you laughing at me?” You asked as you got up to sit upright facing him.

“Oh love, I love how you love my French.” he said pulling you towards him and making you sit on his lap.

You blushed fiercely and it only made him laugh more and god was it adorable.

You put your arms around his neck and you laid your head on his shoulder. You wanted to do this and be this for the rest of your lives and you knew it.

It was around 8pm when you were able to trace the stars to form the constellations.

You were able to make out Rigel, Bellatrix, Betelgeuse and Saiph which made a rough rectangular shape.

“Look that is Rigel and to the left, the brightest one is Saiph. Now travel upwards along Saiph and the next brightest star is Betelgeuse and now go right and you’ll find Bellatrix which is not that much bright but these 4 form the rough rectangular shape.” You took a piece of paper and drew a rough diagram as you saw on the sky and Nick was able to spot it immediately. You went onto explain Orion’s Belt and stars thereby tracing the path along the infamous Orion constellation.

You were able to identify the Pictor constellation and the three stars forming it- alpha, beta and delta pictoris with beta being the brightest.

“Are you feeling bored?” You asked look at Nick.

“No, absolutely not. I’m just amazed at how much you know about stars and constellations and now I’m completely understanding your obsession with Sirius Orion Black.” He said with a laugh.

“Well, he is the brightest star in the sky with a doomed life and if that isn’t ironical I don’t know what is.”

“I know y/n. It’s almost like it makes sense for his ending to be like that you know.” He said thinking more about the topic

“Yeah, that’s what makes it even more interesting.”

You and Nick lay beside one another and were spotting constellations and lazily playing with each other’s fingers for a long time and it felt like home. Nick felt like home.

“I love you” you whispered in his ear before snuggling into him.

“I love you too” he said holding onto you.

A/N: So yes I am obsessed with Sirius black if it’s not evident from this fic.

#heartstopper fic #heartstopper s2 #Nick Nelson x gender neutral reader #Nick Nelson x you #Nick Nelson x y/n #Nick Nelson fic #Nick Nelson fanfic #fluff #Nick Nelson fluff #Nick Nelson blurb #heartstopper blurb #star gazing fic

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