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aw how about sleeping cuddly beej with reader?

- one of the rare occasions where beej isn’t in his suit is during sleepy time

- he usually wears a big t-shirt and sweatpants and he’s sooooo cuddly

- he’s the big spoon normally bc he wants to be in charge and have more control

- he also knows how being the little spoon makes you feel safe

- his hair is so messy (imagine the messy dewey finn hair but g r e e n)

- he loves when you nuzzle your head against his check

- sometimes you face him while you snuggle and he loves to put his hands on your ass to pull you close

- he loves when you wear his t-shirts in bed

- before going to bed he’s super sweet, but once you’re asleep, all bets are off. this man will push you off the bed if you take too many blankets

- since he’s naturally cold, sometimes he’ll sit in the fireplace like an hour before bedtime so he can keep you warm and snuggly

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Sharkweek hit me HARD over the night and I’m  s u f f e r i ng  so here is a little Musicaljuice thing for THAT time of the month. Stay strong gurls. 

You were sitting on your bed, thighs pressed tightly against your chest and arms holding onto your knees for dear life while you zapped through the different TV channels. They were all equally brainless and failed to take your mind off those nasty cramps that came and went every few minutes since you woke up this morning. 

Just as you were about to turn off the TV, your door burst open and a very familiar voice bellowed through your room. 

“Shit, I don’t know what Delia cooked last night, but I don’t think Charles can take that spicy stuff. Bathroom smells like something DIED in there, and I would know, I– I can smell blood in here. Why?”

You blushed, burying your face beneath your arms and curling up even more, presenting an all too pathetic picture for Beetlejuice’s liking. 

“What’s up, babe? Cut yourself somewhere?”

You only shook your head, wincing in pain and holding your lower stomach. You knew applying pressure didn’t do shit to ease the cramping, but you did it regardless. Beetlejuice made an understanding “oh”-sound as you flopped on your side and lay there in a fetal position. 

He snorted and immediately left the room, leaving you to your pain and toxic thoughts. Your eyes started to burn and your lip began to quiver and you knew what was coming now. The self-pity. The loathing. The ugly crying that would leave your eyes puffy and your throat raw. Before you could dive down the rabbit hole of seemingly endless suffering, Beetlejuice came back in and slammed your door shut. You jumped and looked up, only to see him sit down next to you with all kinds of stuff in his arms. 

He pressed a wonderfully warm hot-water bottle against your hurting stomach and pulled you up, neatly tucking your tiny form against his side while draping a fluffy blanket around the both of you. He had taken off his jacket and stroked up and down your arm before holding a whole bar of chocolate in front of your mouth. 

You wordlessly bit off a piece and stared in awe as he flicked at your TV to magically change the channel and find your favourite movie on Netflix. You opened your mouth to say something but he just popped a painkiller in there and held the glass of water for you as you drank to get it down. His fingers played lazily with strands of your hair as he nibbled on the chocolate he brought for you and you finally found a moment to talk. 

“…Thank you, lovebug.” The tips of his hair turned a light pink and he just shrugged, not taking his eyes off the TV. 

“Don’t worry, babe. Y’know, I can always fuck your brains out, if that would help you more.” You chuckled.  “Maybe later, when the cramps aren’t so bad.” “Jack- fucking -pot!”

You snuggled closer against his side, draped an arm over his pudgy stomach and smiled softly.  “Jack- fucking -pot, indeed.”

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Pardon me but,, could I possibly request some Beej fluff? It could be anything really. I’m sorta in a rough spot and feelin kinda lonesome lately? If not that’s completely okay!! I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night!!

I wasn’t planning on posting anything til Monday cause I don’t have a laptop, but for you, anything! Especially if you’re having a rough day, you deserve some cute Beej! So let’s explore a fluffy headcanon, shall we?

So I 100% believe that Beej is entirely fascinated with certain physical quirks that come with being alive

These include: farting, burping, sneezing, and hiccuping. He just...doesn’t know what they feel like? Or why breathers do them? Why do farts smell bad? And why do you sound like a child when you sneeze? (this is @ing me completely) He just has so many questions.

He tries his best to do them but he can’t figure out how. One day, you come home from work to see Beej shoveling whole ass cans of beans down his throat because he read somewhere that they make you gassy. There are 10 empty cans on the kitchen table. You start questioning your life choices.

You simply shrug it off, pointing out that even if eating all the beans in your pantry isn’t working now, he’ll get to experience it someday soon when he’s alive again. He pauses with his eleventh can halfway to his mouth.

“Whatdya talkin’ about, babes?” he asks. “Not like Lyds is gonna be up to marryin’ me again anytime soon...or ever.”

You shake your head fondly. “For a millenia old demon, you’re incredibly dense, you know that?” You turn and walk into the living room with a knowing smile, plopping down on the couch and waiting.

3...2...1...you hear the can in his hand crash to the tiled floor. Oh good, he’s figured it out.

He nearly crashes into two walls and a loveseat in his floundering attempt at reaching you, but eventually he makes it and drops to his knees in front of you, all pink-haired and toothy grinned.

“Babes, do you...do you really mean it?” he asks, reaching out to grasp both of your hands.

“Of course I do, Beej,” you answer, running you thumbs soothingly over the pink hair on his knuckles. “How couldn’t I?”

“How couldn’t you? I mean...look at me, doll, I’m not exactly makin’ the cover of any magazines,” he says, glancing down at himself. “You could be walkin’ down a runway right now and yet you’re sitting here with a dead guy.”

“Soon-to-be-alive guy, first of all,” you reply with a soft grin. “Beej...after all the mind-blowing sex we’ve had, you’re really gonna question if I’m attracted to you?”

You knew the way to this heart, and it was through crude humor. His self-conscious frown spread into a self-satisfied grin as he pulled you off the couch and into his arms.

“Guess you got a point there, babes. A hot piece off ass like yourself wouldn’t scream for just anybody,” he points out smugly. “The Ghost With The Most knows how to please a lady.”

“Yes, yes he does,” you chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. “But I mean it, Beej...I love you. And if I didn’t make it clear before, I plan on being with you forever. If you’ll have me, of course.”

His sappy grin softens the corner of his eyes, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips. “Whatever happened to ‘til death do you part’, huh?” he says softly.

You hum, leaning in for a slow, sweet kiss. “Since when has death ever stopped us?” you whisper against his lips. He groans softly and captures your lips again, savoring the taste of you and the warmth of your body pressed against his.

“The answer is yes, by the way,” he says, pulling away despite you trying to chase his lips. “I know you weren’t tryin’ to ask, I mean, you didn’t even get me a ring yet. I expect a black diamond, no less than 4 carats, and a platinum band with ‘BootyJuice’ engraved on the inside.”

“Doesn’t tradition mandate you put the ring on MY finger, BJ?” you ask with a laugh. “Besides, unless you feel like helping me commit a felony, there’s no way I can afford a rock that size.”

“Wouldn’t call us ‘traditional’, babes, buuuuuut if you insist,” he says with a shrug. With a wave of his hand, he’s holding a ring, glittering and delicate and perfect. You gasp softly, one hand flying up to cover your lips. Oh my God, this is actually happening.

“Babes,” he begins. “I don’t know the first thing about marriage. I mean, my first marriage was to a 14-year-old, and I kinda got stabbed after having an emotional breakdown, but...oh would you stop looking at me like that, it was a green card thing! Anyways...you’re it for me, doll. Ain’t no one ever gonna take you away from me...if you say yes, that is. Make me the happiest demon in the Netherworld and marry me?”

You throw yourself completely into his arms, whispering your answer over and over into his shoulder. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

With a teary laugh, he slides the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly, just as you expected it would. You watch it glitter in the light...and pause.

“...You stole this, didn’t you?” you deadpan.

“You call it stealing, I like to call it ‘borrowing without collateral’.”

“Shut up and kiss me, you idiot,” you laugh, pulling him in for a celebratory kiss. Wait until Lydia found out- she’d been planning your future wedding for months, determined for it to be a much happier occasion than her own. You’d have to veto the whole “releasing the crows” thing, but you were sure she’d kill it as a wedding planner. Of course, you’d have to get married at her place so Adam and Barbara could attend, and how would you explain this to your MOM, and-

You shut your brain off, choosing to focus on him, your fiancé, the love of your life. Your Beetlejuice.

“Beej?”

“Yeah, babes?”

“You taste like beans.”

“I love you too.”

@scribblepigeon I hope this lifted your spirits a bit, my love! Let me know if you ever wanna talk, my inbox is always open ❤️

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Could I request a Beetlejuice X reader with Beetlejuice actually proposing to the reader because he genuinely loves them and wants to be with them, not for green card purposes.

(I love this and I am very excited! Pls comment like and reblog!)

His hand were fidgeting nervously in his pockets as he waited for Lydia to return from her shopping mission. His hands soon went back to combing his messy green locks. He was startled when a hand met his shoulder. Turning around he saw the person he did not want to see at all.

"Hey Beej, what's up?" Y/N said with concern shown in her eyes. Beetlejuice had been acting different today. He wasn't making flirtatious remarks about her or Barbara. He wasn't even making a move on Adam like he always does. The two had been together for about 2 years after Lydia introduced the ghost with the most to you. What you didn't know was that Beetlejuice had asked Lydia to go buy a ring to propose to her with. If he had to spend an eternity with a breather, it would definitely beyY/N. He would give up the whole being dead thing just to be near her.

"Y/N!" He said realizing how she'd easily caught onto his nervousness. He smoothed his hair down in an attempt to keep it hidden. "I'm always good, how are you doing babes?" He lazily slung his arm around her waist, nuzzling his head in the crook of her neck. His hairs pricking her skin in a tickling way. She just smiled glad he wasn't losing his mind.

"I'm doing fine. Just helping the Maitland's. They've been having me help then with the weirdest things today!" She looked to the door she just came through then looked back to the demon. "Adam wanted me to teach him about vine and modern culture." He shook his head back with laughter. He had given Adam and Barbara to keep her distracted while this whole ordeal was being taken care of. Obviously they both hadn't done their jobs well. On cue Adam came bursting through the door.

"Y/N!" It was clear he had been running looking for the girl for awhile. He leaned against the doorframe breathing heavily. "Barbara and I need you to show us what's being sold at Trader Joe's!" He grabbed her hand and drug her away leaving Beej to let out the heavy non-breath he had been holding. The door opened as Charles and Lydia came in.

"We got it." Lydia held up the black box that held the special ring Beetlejuice had chosen.

"Finally! Took you long enough!" He grabbed the ring opening it to showcase the delicate silver ring with a green emerald on the top. "It's perfect." He beamed brighter than ever before.

"You have a speech prepared right?" Charles said as the ghost went paler than an actual ghost has ever before.

"Prepared a what now?!" He was losing his mind. "A SPEECH?!"

"Well it's not a long speech trust me!" Charles held up his hands in defense. "Don't ask about mine with Delia it was a rough situation." Charles shuddered from the thought.

"I got it! I got it!" He shoved the two away as he sat down and thought about what to say to his precious breather. He finally decided he would just say what his hear felt in the moment.

The night was finally coming to an end as Y/N and Beetlejuice had found their way to the roof just watching the night sky and all the stars that came along with it. His hand slipped to the box in his pocket as he fell to one knee. Her hands covered her mouth. "Y/N L/N I fell in love with you at first sight. Cheesy, I know, but true. It may have been for your looks of a beauty untouched, but it’s so much more. You’re independent almost to a fault, you always have a snarky comeback, but most of the time you refrain.” He chuckles lowly and her face splits into a grin.  “I love you for your unhealthy obsession with death, and all things gory." He points to himself as she joins along in his laughter. "I love you for your humor. I love you, for all of you. And that means so much more to me than your looks, albeit it’s a nice bonus.” She smacks him and he winks at her, causing blush to creep up her face. “Y/N will you marry me?” The box opens as the beautiful ring was showcased.

"Yes!" She squeals as he places the ring on her finger. His arms roughly grab her hips as a wicked grin appeared on his face. The old man back to his devilish ways immediately.

"It's showtime." He says breathily as his lips were roughly upon hers as she reciprocated immediately. His hands traveled down to her thighs as he lifted her. Her legs wrapping around his torso as he kept one hand on her hip the other on the back of her head playing with her hair. After parting he leaned his forehead against hers. She finally opened her eyes as a smile graced her face. "I love you."

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Hey, can you write a fic where beej comforts his s/o through a really bad case of the stomach flu, love your writings x

i’ve been sick all week and i need this rn so thank u

as soon as you opened your eyes you felt it hit you

the lights are way too bright, your head is pounding, and your entire body hurts

you groan as you roll onto your side, bunching all the covers up around you as chills run up and down your body

you hear grumbling behind you, and feel the covers being tugged 

“listen sweetcheeks, i won’t hesitate to kick you off the bed if you hog the covers again,” a husky voice playfully threatens, unaware of your condition

you open your mouth to protest, but a wave of nausea hits before you can get any words out

you throw the sheets off and stumble into the bathroom, lifting the toilet lid just in time

noticing your sudden jog to the bathroom, BJ groggily lifts his head, and when he sees your face shoved into the toilet bowl, he quickly gets up to follow you

after your stomach empties, you notice him standing quietly in the doorway, unsure of what to do

his hair is slightly tinted blue and purple, reflecting his worry

“are, uh, are you-are you okay, babes?” he stutters

you just flush the toilet and try to stand on shaky legs

making your way over to the sink, Beej reaches out to hold your arm, steadying you

you clean yourself up and BJ helps you back into bed

as you roll over onto your back, you heave a heavy sigh

Beej lifts his hand up to your forehead, his cold skin relieving against yours as you close your eyes

“babes, you’re burning up,” he says, and you shift in the blankets, humming a response

“here, take these,” you hear him say

you pry your eyes back open to see him holding out a few pills and a glass of water

you take them without thinking and settle back down into bed

the mattress dips down beside you as Beej lays at your side

you give him a small look of protest and you open your mouth, but before you can say anything, BJ holds his hand up, silencing you

“no babycakes, you’re not going to get me sick. i’m dead, remember?” he says with a small smile

you give a small one back, letting him snuggle up next to your side, resting his head on top of yours as he pulls you close

he rubs your back softly, lulling you back to sleep

being sick sucks but with Beej at your side it’s not so bad, he even makes you some soup that you can actually eat

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Who Hurt You?

A little Greaser Beetlejuice x Reader with soft greaserjuice vibes cause I’m a self-indulgent little fuck lmao.

Just as a heads up, this is a little more angsty than I normally go, and like, slight blood.

 Ok, here we go!

 Your ears we’re still ringing. It was a rough night. It was a rough fight. And all you wanted was to go home. You walked through the door, and almost smiled as you saw your boyfriend, his back turned to you. he heard you come in and smiled as he turned around. “hey babes! You’re h-“ He paled as he saw your state. Battered and bruised with blood still dribbling from your mouth. You tried to smile, you just couldn’t force it. “Hey Beej…”

His hair turned a fiery red as he rushed to you, holding your head in his hands. He tilted your head up so he could get a better look. Deep purpled pulsed through his red hair. It broke his heart. It made him furious. Who the fuck did this to his perfect angel? Who in the hell hurt his breather? Who did they think they fucking were?!

“who did this to you?” he said through clenched teeth, his thumb brushing the blood from your mouth. You shook your head. “it doesn’t matter Beej-“ “yes it does!” he snapped. “it matters Y/N! who hurt you?!” You shook your head slightly harder. “It doesn’t matter Beej! I don’t even know their name! I don’t-“ you broke off, biting your swollen lip and hiding your face in his striped shirt.

The fire dimmed from the demons eyes and the purple begun to over take his colorful hair. He held you tighter, grabbing his leather jacket from the couch to wrap you in it. Why wasn’t he there? He should have been there. It was his fault. “just hold me right now… please” you whispered, breaking him from his thoughts.

“Of course, Doll” he mumbled, leading you to the couch and holding you close, pulling you into his lap. He kissed the top of your head. “what happened?” you sighed. “well, one moment everything was fine. I was drinking at the bar. And then there was yelling. And shit got really real really fast and a giant bar fight broke out. Everyone was yelling and screaming and fuck…it got broken up when the cops came.”

He shook his head. You could feel his grip on you tighten. “fuck babes…I’m sorry. I should have been there.” You shook your head. “there’s no way you could have known…” you mumbled, running your hands through his now blue hair. He sighed. “I’m just glad you’re ok.” He said, moving you off him and getting the first aid kit.

He came back and started patching you up. Cleaning your busted lip and icing your black eye. He chuckled. “Its crazy babes. Only you can make a busted face look sexy” he joked. It worked, it made you laugh. “Glad you think so bug.” You cooed, brining the blush to his cheeks with the old nickname. “want some hot coco?” he asked. You nodded. “more than anything.” He nodded, kissing your forehead. He went to the kitchen, and a few minuets later came back with 2 mugs of hot coco, topped with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. He really went all out.

He settled back down on the couch and hugged you, giving you your drink. He noticed you had already turned on the outsiders. “Fuck babes, you really wanna make me cry tonight, huh?” he teased, putting his arm around you. You shrugged and snuggled into his side. “Hey, it’s not every day I get to see your soft side. You know I’m gonna make the most of it.” You chuckled. He did too.

He was glad to see you ok, and to know you we’re going to be ok. If he ever found that bastard that did this to you, but for now, he just needed to be there for his favorite girl. “you always make me soft” he mumbled, “It’s cause I love you so much.” That did it. That brought a full smile to your face. Well, as full as you could manage in your state. “I love you too Lawrence.”

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Beetlejuice The Musical- Thanksgiving Day-O Parade Performance 11.28.19

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dewey finn x art teacher

i got an ask on my old blog about a dewey x art art fic and i forgot to write it up so here's chapter one!!

the original ask is here

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dewey finn x art teacher part 1

- it was your first day at horace green as the new art teacher, you hadn't been told if there were any other art teachers, so you assumed that you would be working on your own

- you were greeted by the principal, a lovely yet stuck up woman called rosalie mullins, who guided you to your classroom

- "as you may have expected, you are the only art teacher, but there's another teacher who works in the arts" there was a slight twinge of disgust in her words "the music teacher, mr finn, is right across the hallway"

- you smiled at the thought of having another colleague who worked in the arts "you have today off to sort out your classroom, lessons start tomorrow, y/n, have fun"

- rosalie smiled at you before leaving you to decorate your classroom, you were beyond excited to show off your artistic skills to everyone who walked into your class

- hours had passed and your classroom was almost complete, you looked around and admired your work

- you were caught short in your thoughts when there was a knock at the door, you weren't expecting any students today... so who could it be?

- "come in!" the door opened and in walked a man who was wearing the most god awful sweater

- you felt the tips of your ears heating up as you inspected the man, his hair was long, but not too long that it went over his ears, his stubble was almost like a beard but my god it was sexy

- "hi! im dewey, you must be the new art teacher. i expect rosalie spoke to you about me" his voice was rough yet it was sweet, like honey. he held out his hand for you to shake and you took it gently and shook his hand

- "you're the music teacher, right? if so, rosalie did tell me about you!" dewey smiled as you shook his hand but his smile soon beamed wider once he realised your walls

- he invited himself to walk up to your walls, his hands grazing over some of the photos, admiring each and every one of them

- this allowed you some time to look at dewey, he was fairly large in size but that didn't matter, it suited him and he looked gorgeous, you couldn't help but notice his perky ass and how it fit oh so perfectly in his jeans

- "did you draw these or are they printed off?" your attention was drawn away from dewey's ass and was now latched onto his question

- "uh yeah! i drew them! well i painted most of them but they're my own work!" you managed to chuckle off the awkwardness of having stared at this stranger's ass

- dewey met your eyes and smiled widely, his teeth were perfectly straight and you noticed how pointy his canines were "well i should get going, i have a class in 3 minutes"

- he peeled his hand away from your artwork and made his way to yours so that he could shake it again "it was nice meeting you... oh god!! im so sorry, i didn't ask you your name!"

- you smiled at his words and giggled with him "it's okay dew don't be sorry, im y/n"

- dewey was now walking towards the door, it was sort of painful to see him go but he seemed like a sweet man who wanted nothing other than to teach a bunch of 12 year old kids

- "it really was nice meeting you y/n! i'll catch up with you soon, enjoy the rest of your day" and with that, the door slammed and dewey had left the room

- you made your way back to your desk and slumped into your chair, a familiar excited feeling in your chest appeared as you thought about the teacher who you had just met

- you couldn't stop thinking about his sharp canines or his perky ass, even the little flecks of yellow in his eyes or the way his hair curled slightly at the back

- it was all perfect until you realised: my god, you were falling for the music teacher

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feel free to leave any requests in my inbox!! it'll always be open :)

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Soulmates?

Beetlejuice x Reader

Your name is Y/N. You were born into a universe where soulmates exist. Everyone's heart would faintly glow, and would get brighter the closer you were to your soulmate. However, if you were unfortunate enough to lose your soulmate.... Your heart would turn black.

Your name is Y/N. You were born with an inky black heart. Your soulmate died before you were even born. As you grew up you saw people around you with glowing chests. Some faint, some burning bright. You had only ever met a couple of other people with black hearts. But you'd never met someone born with a dead soulmate.

To say that you were depressed was an understatement. You were devastated when you learned why you weren't like anyone else. Your shadow of a heart shattered into a million pieces. You had entertained the thought if suicide, to be with your soulmate. But you could never go through with it and, with time, you got over it. You made peace with the fact that you would die alone.

You were in your mid to late twenties when you had finally bought your own house. It an old victorian crown molding, and you loved it. It was just your style. It was also in a nice quiet town, which made it even better. You hadn't actually been inside the house until you moved in. Maybe if you had, you would've moved in a LOT sooner. You walked into your new home, clutching the last box in your arms. Little did you know, a certain demon was watching.

As soon as Beetlejuce heard the moving trucks pull into the driveway he grumbles to himself. No one was supposed to buy this house except Lydia. So who the hell was this breather? Who did they think they were? He watched you like a hawk as you walked into the house. He phased through the floor and was prepping himself to give you the fright of your life before he froze. It was only by chance that he noticed it, but boy did he notice it. His heart was faintly glowing. His heart. Was glowing.

This is when he started to freak out. He didn't know what to do. holyshitholyshitholyshit. Then it hit him. He had to make you say his name. Whatever it took. For so long he just assumed he'd never meet his soulmate. Or that he never had one to begin with. But now? He wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away.

You, on the other hand, didn't notice the faint glow of your heart right away. You looked around the living room before glancing down at the box in your arms. You had to do a double take once you saw your chest glow. The box slid out from your arms and hit the ground with a loud thud. You just stared, wide eyed. That's when you too, started to panic. You never thought you'd see the day, but here it was. Immediately you thought to run out your door and see who was out there, but as soon as you got outside the glow dimmed.

Beetlejuce watched helplessly as you tried to leave. "Nonononono! I'm right here!"

Once you saw your heart dim you immediately ran back inside, watching as the light brightened. To say you were confused was a major understatement. You were alone in your house, so why was your heart glowing? Was there something wrong with you? Did you need to call an ambulance? Suddenly your thoughts were cut off when your broom that was leaning against the wall was thrown to the floor. You jumped and stared at it with wide eyes.

Beej was more than happy when he saw your reaction, his hair getting more neon by the second. He was practically vibrating. But, now what? He got your attention, sure, but what now? Again, he started to panic.

You looked around at the seemingly empty air. Your heart was racing and you put a hand over it. You were in disbelief, and you felt like you were having a heart attack. 'What the hell is happening?'

"Um....hello...?" You didn't expect an answer, but a part of you hoped for some kind of reply.

Normally, you wouldn't be so easily swayed at the idea of ghosts. But you heart was glowing. You heart. Was glowing. That thought alone was already impossible to you, so you were open to anything at this point.

Beej perked up at your voice and did the first thing that came to his mind to confirm his presence. Which was to knock over a porcelain vase. You flinched as the vase crashed to the floor. Smooth, real smooth.

"Holy shit-" You whispered to yourself.

You felt like you were having a fever dream. None of this felt real. It was almost too much as your body was flooded with excitement and anxiety.

"I uh- I'm- My name is Y/N," You felt crazy for talking to, what seemed like, nothing.

But you knew you'd regret it if you didn't at least try. It was obvious there was something in that house with you. Vases don't just fall over. Speaking of vases, your eyes meet the shards on the floor and among them was a folded up piece of paper. You tilted your head slightly and cautiously made your way over to it. You didn't remember putting anything in that vase. As you grew closer, your heart burned brighter. With a deep breath, you pick up the paper and unfold it.

Beej was right over your shoulder, watching in anticipation as you read one of his old flyers. He was grinning from ear to ear, exposing his fangs and he was bobbing up and down like an excited child.

You raised an eyebrow as you read the dusty flyer. It had the word 'Betelguese' written on it three times, and at the top it says 'read out loud'. You opened your mouth to say the magic words but you hesitate. Beej noticed your hesitation and his heart stopped, figuratively of course. Were you not going to say it? Why wouldn't you? You were soulmates!

You glances down at your chest and nearly have to look away from how bright it was. That was enough to make you forget about all your fears. Whatever was about to happen, you were going to meet the one. You took a deep breath before reciting the words.

"Beetlejuce..." The man himself nearly squealed when you said his name. 'This is it! It's happening!!!'

"Beetlejuce..." You glanced around, trying to see any changes in your surroundings. Meanwhile, Beej was twitching like mad, his hair was vibrant green and the tips were turning slightly pink.

"Beetlejuce-" You barely managed to get the word out when you were surrounded by a green mist and suddenly tackled to the ground.

"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE WAITED FOR YOU!!! AT FIRST I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T EXIST BUT HERE YOU ARE!!-" You stared up at the man above you with your mouth slightly agape as he rambled.

At first you wanted to push him away and run for the hills. But then your eyes meet with his glowing chest. This was him? This was your soulmate? He's-

"Well don't look so disappointed..." He was deflated and his hair was streaked with purple. He must have seen the not so enthusiastic expression on your face.

"I- I- Sorry I just- I didn't think my soulmate would be...." You stumbled over your words as you tried to explain yourself.

"A dead guy?" Beej had floated off you and hoisted you up, his arms now crossing over his chest.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed by your reaction. Sure, he might have came on a little strong, and sure he wasn't exactly alive... Actually he kind of understood where you were coming from. But that didn't mean he liked it.

"Yeah....Well, actually I did know you were dead. I just didn't think I'd ever meet you..." You rubbed your arm awkwardly as you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Well, here I am." He strikes a dramatic pose and flashes a grin.

You could tell that it was forced. You guessed that his hair was like a mood ring type thing. So seeing it with streaks of purples and blues made your heart hurt. Even though you just met him, you felt.... something. Maybe he really was your soulmate.

"It's- It's uh- It's really good to meet you." Although you were a stuttering mess, you managed to offer him a genuine smile as you extended you hand for him to shake.

He glanced from your hand to your face multiple times before taking it. Then immediately pulls you into a tight embrace.

"Sorry that your stuck with me as your soulmate..." His voice was small and almost inaudible.

He goes to pull away when he doesn't immediately feel you return the hug but you stop him by wrapping your arms around his torso. He seemed slightly surprised by this and you could hear him sniffling. Was he.... crying? You felt tears form in your eyes as well and you rub his back soothingly.

"I'm just glad that I won't be alone anymore..." Your voice matched his in volume and you could feel his grip tighten on you.

The two of you stayed like that for a long while. Beej was mentally cursing himself for letting himself break down in front of you, but he just couldn't help it. You had to tell him multiple times that you weren't disappointed and that he was exactly what you wanted. When you first met him you weren't too sure. But as soulmates go, you fell for him fast and hard.

When Beej finally pulls away from you, you place a sweet and tender kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened and the tips of his hair started to turn pink. Not even a second goes by before he cups your face smashes his lips against yours. You immediately returned the kiss, your lips curling into a smile against his. As your lips connected your hearts were the brightest they've ever been before, and you knew this was it. All the waiting. All the tears. Everything was worth it for this moment.

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Can I request Beetlejuices S/O telling him they want to marry him

the Cutest™

so we all know the deal

BJ wants to get married so he can be brought back to life

but after he met you he wasn’t as pushy about it because he’s in love

you two haven’t talked much about getting married, and Beetlejuice probably just assumes you don’t want to because “who would ever willingly marry this” *gestures to himself*

but the two of you have been together for a long time now so you decided to bring it up

you were in the kitchen putting some dishes away, and Beej was sitting down, picking at his nails

“hey, BJ?” you ask quietly, a little nervous

“hm” he hums in response, still looking down at his fingers

you hesitate, setting the plate you’re holding back down on the counter and turn around to face him

“Beej, what do you think about… marriage?”

he doesn’t react, he just keeps picking at his black nails

“well, it’ll make me alive again, you know that, babes” he casually responds 

you rub your knuckles nervously

“yeah but, is that the only reason you want to get married?” you ask, frowning a little

he shrugs his shoulders, still not looking up from his hands

“it’d be a bonus if i actually liked ‘em,” he says, chuckling at his little joke

you anxiously run a hand through your hair

“Beej, i.. i want to marry you,” you blurt out, grimacing as you prepare for his reaction

he spins around to look at you so fast he actually falls out of his chair

but he recovers quickly, jumping up and looking you right in the eyes, lightly grabbing your arms

“are you,, are you serious, babes??” he stutters out, eyes wide in shock

you nod, biting your lip as your mouth turns up into a smile

BJ’s surprised expression melts away as a grin spreads across his face, his hair sparkling on his head

he pulls you into him and gives you the Biggest Smooch on the lips

“i love you, BJ”

“i love you too, babycakes”

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thoughts on BJ with an introverted/extroverted S/O?

i love both of these ideas

also sorry i’m a huge introvert so i self-indulged a little, and the extrovert part might be a little cliché lmao

Introverted

you don’t like to go out much, and that’s perfectly fine with the Bug Man

when you come home after an especially taxing day, Beej is there to make it all better

you jump in the shower to wash the day off and hop into bed, right into BJ’s arms

you cuddle for hours

a lot of the time you don’t feel like talking, so you either listen to Beej ramble, turn on the tv, or just cuddle in silence 

BJ even takes the time to learn different techniques to help calm you down when you get too anxious or drained

he’ll run his hand up and down your back slowly, play with your hair, wrap an arm around your shoulder and lean his head on top of yours, press light kisses to your forehead, hold your hand and rub his thumb gently across your knuckles-

you space out a lot and Beej thinks it’s cute

sometimes you space out so hard Beej has to put his hand on your shoulder and shake you a little bit to snap you back to reality

when he knows something is bothering you, he has to push a little bit to get you to talk about it, but he knows when to stop pushing and let you talk when you’re ready

you also need some alone time every once in a while, and you unfortunately have to put up with BJ’s complaints about leaving you alone, but he does it because he knows you need some time to yourself

Extroverted

you always get to listen to Beej complain about how often you go out

but on the bright side, you always think of new, fun things to do with BJ

he loves how spontaneous you can be sometimes

he never gets tired of hearing you ramble on about your day and everything that happened

he’ll sit down with you and listen while you talk about what’s been bothering you

and even if he can’t help at least he listens to you vent

any time you two go out, someone is always coming up to you, making it a little hard to talk to Beej since no one can see him and you look like you’re alone

he loves how optimistic you can be, but it clashes a bit with his personality

you’re both ready and willing to try a bunch of new things at any time

doesn’t matter if it’s just something fun for you both to do or whether it’s something fun for you both to do ;)

[abrightnessfan]

Beej x pregnant reader

(Oh, holy shit my first request!! Can I just say I love BJ with pregnant reader?

So, I'm going to assume its BJs baby, but like, if thata not what you wanted let me know, cause, a bitch got ideas! Lol. I went a more wholesome route because fluff is 👌👌👌)

Beetlejuice never thought he would ever have a child. If were being honest, he wasn't sure he wanted them. His childhood was so fucking rough, and he was so terrified of continuing the cycle, the thought almost scared him. But, there was no denying it when you showed him 3 tests, all positive.

Yes, he was scared at first. But that fear was quickly forgotten when he was the excitement and love in your beautiful eyes. Yea, he could do this, as long as it was with you.

After that, it was all over for you. You thought your demon was protective before? You're not going anywhere without at least clone to make sure you and the baby are ok. More often than not though, he'd tag along just to be sure. You need something, anything, he got it for you. And you best believe hes all about rubbing and kissing your belly.

And putting headphones on it and playing dumb meme songs for the baby, but that's a different story.

"I cant believe were having a tiny person" he smiled, ear pressed against your belly as if he could hear the child. "Person is a good way of putting it" you chuckled. "Or demon. Half demon? Are they...Beej, what are we having?" He grinned at you and shrugged. "No clue babes, but they're ours and I love them." He cooed, kissing your belly. You could hold back the smile. He was just so cute, and you never expected him to be this excited. "So, you think of any names yet?" "Bug" "no." "Why not?" "Because naming a child "bug" is how you get them picked on in school." Beej nodded, having to agree. He was not very popular in school.

"What about Lawrence? If they're a boy of course" you suggested. His eyes lit up. "A...after me?" He asked softly. "Of course" you chuckled. Beetlejuice's hair turned bright pink, with streaks of neon green coursing through it as he hugged you tightly. "Yes!" He agreed. "Oh man I love it! And I love you, and you're going to be a great mom, and I'm gonna try to be a great dad, and fuck (Y/N) I really love our family!" He rambled, unable to control his emotions. You just laughed and hugged him back. Beej may never have wanted kids, but now that hes gonna have one, you best believe he's going to be the best dad a demon can be.

(How'd I do? I hope I made you proud @cosplayhanna !!)

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Mx. Shoggoth, I Presume? Pt. 3

A short one, cause I'm on vacation and I need to post tonight so I can feel like I accomplished something. Enjoy.

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If Beetlejuice were honest with himself, he'd realize he was fucked the moment you had laughed at his stupid hand puns.

The display had been purely for the entertainment of the young girl watching from the window. The two of them had done this routine with plenty of sitters before; he'd float around them, making smart remarks and pulling faces, whenever Lydia grew too bored of listening to them. He was halfway through his material when he heard you giggle. 

And, oh shit, was he done for.

"Excuse me," you had said, looking right at him and his severed hand like it was the most natural thing in the world "are you Charles Deetz? I'm here about the…" You eyes drifted downward as you trailed off, but he was too pumped up to notice, rocketing himself into the air with a flourish.

"Lydia! Lyds, Lyds, the breather can see me!"

And well, that soft gasp of shock you made was just too cute to ignore. He ran through his entire scare repertoire with you: jump scares, the jerky Japanese ghost walk, snakes, severed heads, the works. And each scream sent a thrill up his spine.

And, if he were honest with himself, he'd have admitted that he was enjoying this quite a bit more than usual.

You never ran away, never cried and gave up. You just brushed yourself off and kept on going. You were genuinely and consistently kind and patient, often calling the duo downstairs for a movie night or to test some new baked good you'd concocted. After a week, you even started to laugh along with them after a particularly good scare. Beetlejuice found himself increasing his efforts even further after that. He found any excuse to get a rise from you from then on. He not only tried to scare you, but played pranks, started stupid arguments, sang obnoxious songs as loudly as he could at you, the works.

If he were honest with himself, he'd have understood why.

But Beetlejuice was not an honest man, especially when it involved confronting his feelings like an adult, so it wasn't until Lydia had mentioned a 'Mx. Shoggoth' and only one possible candidate came to mind did he have to make an uncomfortable realization. He was falling for you, and by the looks of it, he was going to have an extremely hard time getting over this infatuation of his.

The following week was torture. He made dozens of attempts to convince himself he was fine, he could pretend to be married to the hottie of his dreams for a few days. It was totally platonic. It was fine. So fine. He was just completely head over heels for a breather and he was going to have to hear that damned 'Mx. Shoggoth' over and over and over again and he was most definitely NOT going to let that give him any ideas about marrying you for real because that would just skip… so many steps. That he wasn't going to take. Cause this was platonic. This was a fake, temporary marriage to score a free vacation, definitely no need to pull his grandmother's wedding ring out of (her grave) storage and…

And actually propose to you.

But that was exactly what he found himself doing when he pulled you to the back porch. He needed to get you alone to give you this dumb ring for your dumb fake marriage, but the moment he looked at you standing there, something changed.

For once, Beetlejuice was honest with himself: he didn't want this to be fake. He couldn't live with himself if he couldn't get the words out and take a shot at happiness.

"Will you be my fake spouse?"

Good thing he was dead, then.

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If you’re ok with it, would you mind doing a Dewey x reader where she’s on her period and he’s doing all he can to help x

Awh! Of course! Sorry this is late, it’s been a crazy month

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“Dewey...” You moaned out, letting out a small whine. Your cramps were acting up again and they had just went away. You’ve been sluggish all day because of it.

He poked his head from the bathroom, a toothbrush haning from his mouth, “yesh?” He asked, continuing to brush his teeth. You huffed dramatically and frowned, rubbing your stomach. "Cramps..." You mumbled.

He chuckled and spit into the sink, washing it out and coming over to you, kissing your cheek. "What do you need, babe? I can run out to the store and get you some more midol or get you a heating pad-"

You smiled and held his hand. "A heating pad would be wonderful..." You stated, giving his cheek a small peck. He nodded and quickly went downstairs to heat one up, humming softly as he waited for the microwave to go off, but before it did, he felt your arms wrapping around his stomach. He chuckled and rested his hands onto yours, letting out a small sigh. "Now what do you need?" He snorted, turning around and hugging you.

"Uhm.... Some of those homemade waffles you make-?" You said in a hushed voice, which elicted a loud laugh from him. You whined and buried your face in his chest, "it isn't funny!"

He snorted and rubbed your back, "baby, I know you're on your period and that comes with cravings and stuff but my waffles? Now you're just stretching your privileges." He laughed. You huffed and hit his stomach, letting out a small growl.

"Okay, okay, I'll make your waffles, but go lay down, alright?" He said, handing the heating pad to you, "and I'm going to run to the store in a bit, so I'll grab you some tampons and midol." He said, almost proudly.

You snickered and started to go up the stairs, "oh, what a brave man," you teased, blowing a kiss to him.

Now you knew that maybe having a man in your life wasn't so bad after all.

Sorry if this is a bit short!!! I loved doing it though! Also, thank you guys for 212 followers! Jesus lord!

[abrightnessfan]

A greaser beej thing

You were hanging out with your boyfriend, Beej, and his gang at a local nightclub, enjoying the way the music thrummed through your body and warmed your nerves. Having been sitting on beej’s lap most of the time, you couldn’t help but pout a bit when he got up, but he just cast you an amused smile

“Relax, dollface. I’m just getting us some more drinks.” He assured you before wandering off. No sooner had he left then a pair of red eyes met yours from across the dance floor. You were mesmerized as a tall, lanky stranger made his way across the room, eventually sitting across from you.

“Hello, lovely. I couldn’t help but notice you from where I was sitting. I had to come over and introduce myself.” You placed his accent as French, thick and mesmerising as he conversed to you.

“Oh..well..I’m here with my boyfriend, it’s nice to meet you though..” Something about him wasn’t quite right, but you didn’t want to be rude. Besides, Beetlejuice would be back soon.

He only chuckled, eyes darting around as if looking for him, despite the fact that he couldn’t possibly know what he looked like unless he’d been watching you for a long time. “I’m not here to flirt, though you smell magnificent. I just want to talk.”

His eyes seemed to glow then, harsh red becoming a warmer orange, drawing your eyes in naturally. A fuzzy feeling was spreading through you, making its way through each of your limbs. Something was very wrong, but you couldn’t move, and somehow you didn’t want to. The fuzziness got to your head, your cheeks tingling pleasantly as a dopey smile curved your face. You didn’t know what had happened, but your mind felt so blissfully empty, the previous noise of the club becoming a distant echo, the only thing you could focus on was the stranger in front of you. You faintly registered him telling you something, telling you to do something, and suddenly you found yourself straddling his lap, though the position was far from sensual. His hand tangled in your hair, drawing your head back and exposing your neck, causing a shiver to wrack your otherwise limp body. Internally, you screamed at yourself to wake up, to run, but the larger half of your mind was still at peace with itself, devoid of worry as warm breath ghosted over your neck, sharp fangs, cool and hard, making themselves known.

It was at that moment that Beetlejuice chose to return, hair flaming red the moment he caught sight of you and the stranger. He dropped both the drinks he held, the liquid and glass shattering sharply, making a mess of the floor. He stalked forwards, eyes glinting dangerously until he truly processed the position you were in. The familiar glint of fangs sent him flying, a hand reaching out to grasp the strangers hair and yank his face away from your neck, arms encircling your waist and tugging you onto the opposite lounge chair onto a familiar lap.

“Oi, this breathers fuckin claimed by me, or are you blind, pal?” His hands were running through your hair, caressing your face, rubbing your arms. The touch slowly started to bring you out of the vampiric trance, blinking slowly as the world still spun around you. “There you are, babydoll..that fuckin mosquito did a number on you, huh? Can’t even leave you alone with my mark on ya, all these small fry want a piece of you now..” he frowned a little at the thought of that, but that wasn’t his biggest concern. You were.

You just nodded, unable to form the words to reply to him, lips moving out of sync with the words you wanted to leave your mouth. He shushed you, fingers brushing across your lips. “Relax babes, talking might take a bit. Don’t panic, I’ve got you”, He saw the way your eyes widened when you couldn’t speak, though your body stayed relaxed for the most part. “Lets get you home, alright? We can watch a movie or something.” He snapped his fingers, and you both were on your couch, no longer wearing club clothing, but pjs, and some romcom was starting to play on the tv across from you.

You closed your eyes, humming the best you could as he held you close, waiting for the hypnotic effects to wear off. Beetlejuice was infinitely glad he’d come back when he had, a second later and he’d probably be spending his time trying to de-mark you right now. He growled a little at the thought of the bloodsucker claiming you, running a hand through your hair slowly. He’d just have to put a stronger mark on you, a repellent for other inhuman beings. Maybe a collar? He’d ask you about it when you were less out of it, for now he was just content to hold you and watch the movie comfortably.

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The Demon and the Board (beetlejuice fanfiction

Otherwise known as "Beeja-Board 2 electric boogaloo" also known as "I actually put a lot of effort into this, but I'm going to pretend like I didnt and make jokes about it to protect my pride lol"

Couple of PSAs: 1. So, this is kind of a sequel to my beetlejuice ouija board headcannons, check that out to see how we got here, and 2. So, I'm not all that experienced in writing BJ, so constructive criticism is always welcome! Hopefully I'll figure him out as we go along.

Ok, here we go!

"So babes, you wanna know what a bio exorcist is?" The green haired demon asked through a smirk. You stared at him blankly, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. One moment you were playing with an ouija board, then shit got wild and now theres a demon standing in your bedroom. And to make matters worse, his suit was giving you a headache. "Wh...what the hell?!" You asked, confused. "Who are you, wha-..." you started putting the pieces together. "You're beetlejuice, arent you?" "Sh sh shhh!!" The specter scolded you. "Careful with the b word babes. And yea, thats me," he flashed you a wicked grin "the ghost with the most."

You laughed a bit. Well, more forcefully breathed out. "Holy shit I summoned a demon." "Yes, yes you did!" He laughed, "now, do you wanna know what a bio exorcist is or not?" You rolled your eyes at the admittedly cute man in front of you. "Sure," you shrug, "what is a bio exorcist?" Beetlejuice grinned and whipped out a white board. "Ok, so, when you die in your house, you have to stay there for a certain amount of time" he said, drawing a house with little dead stick figures in it. "But, as you a breather know, when people are no longer alive, and therefore can no longer pay rent, new, living people are brought in to pay for the house!" He explained, erasing the dead stick figures and putting in living ones. "Now, normally, this ain't a problem. If you dont like the new roommates, scare em out" he started drawing ghosts. "But what if you're bad at scaring? See, that's where I come in."

Beetlejuice threw the whiteboard behind his back and smiled, standing straighter and straightening out his suit. He stuck his hand out for you to shake. You did. He was...cold yes, but somehow warmer than you expected. "Hi!" He grinned, "I'm B-E-E-T-L-E-J-U-I-C-E, The bio exorcist! I come in and scare out all the breathers so you can breath easy, and ya know, rest in peace and all that jazz!"

You laughed. You found it odd that he spelled out his name despite no longer being in the ouija board, but still found his whole display very entertaining. And oh man, he looked pleased as punch to get a laugh out of you. He had to admit, he found this breather to be better looking than most. They seemed so sweet too...

"So what's your name beautiful" he grinned, showing off his slightly yellow teeth. "Y/N" you said, grinning back. "And, I appreciated the lesson in bio exorcism. Is that a common profession for the afterlife?" Beetlejuice shook his head. "Nope! I'm the one and only! Pretty damn good at it too, if I do say so myself." He seemed so cocky and sure of himself. What you wouldn't give for that kind of confidence...

"So, wait," you asked, "if you're a bio exorcist, what we're you doing in an ouija board?" Suddenly, the spectors demeanor changed. It looked almost like his vibrate green hair started to turn blue at the ends and he scratched the back of his head, looking down. "Well, eh... being dead is kind of lonely. I dont talk to anyone really. Well, I mean, there's my best friend, but shes got like, school and stuff, and friends that are still alive like here and we dont talk as much as we used to. Theres this dead couple that live- well...exist in the house too, but I'm pretty sure I'm just annoying to them. I'm annoying to everyone. I though ouija board duty would be a good way to make new friends." Something he said bothered you. "You dont annoy me" you assured the demon. "Yet" he mumbled back. You smiled softly at him.

"I dont think you can annoy me. I dont believe it." "Oh you should." He said bluntly, "I'm a demon for a reason." You shook you head, "nope, done believe it. You'll have to prove it." Beetlejuice looked up at you, a smile tugging at his lips as he caught on. "Oh yea? Is that a challenge?" He purred, the green returning to his hair. Did...did it change color with his moods?

"Yes sir, yes it is!" You said smugly. "I bet I could summon you every day and still not get annoyed." "Oh you're on!" Beetlejuice laughed, loving a good challenge. Then, he felt it. The farmilar tug in the back if his head of a summons. Lydia. Shit, how long had he been gone? She must be worried about him.

"Uh, hey babes, I gotta go. Urgent bio exorcist business." He said, dispite not wanting to leave. "But, I'm holding you to this challenge! If you dont summon me tomorrow, I'm gonna say I won. You know how to summon me, no excuses!!" You laughed and smiled reassuringly. "Dont worry, I'll summon you." You promised. Beetlejuice smiled as he started to become smokey and vanish. "You better" was the last thing you heard him say.

Definitely not what you expected when you decided to play with an ouija board. Though, you're definitely not upset at the outcome either.

(A/N: so like, I did my best. It's not great but, I also dont hate it. As always constructive criticism is welcome and if you want this to be a series just let me know!! I had a lot of fun writing it!)

[abrightnessfan]

U m Dewey x reader with an artistic/art teacher reader?? Am i projecting? A little

Thank you for ending my boredom! Please feel free to like and reblog, I also really get a kick out of feedback! I insist even if you want to tell how  trashy this is!

One artsy reader coming up!

Also I doubt anyone wants to know but swiss posters are a very cool form of artwork!

Horace green was a real step up from public schools. Every extracurricular activity was chosen with care and the instructors for each subject were chosen with care. It had been a very long hard battle for you to get this job. There were so many good artists that you thought would be more qualified but lucky you! Miss Mullins loved how well you were with not only the children but the parents.

"Okay everyone, your unfinished swiss posters are up in front. Grab your things and you may get started!" The children all grabbed their own masterpieces as they went back to their chairs. You couldn't believe how fast they had progressed with their artwork. Most of the time you would sit at your desk drawing in your sketchbook, answering questions, or just walking around the room watching the kids go at their art.

"Excuse me L/N." Summer had her hand held up high as you made your way over to the very intellectual little girl.

"Yes Summer?" You squatted down to her level as she made eye contact with Zach who was sitting next to her drawing a guitar. "Our substitute wanted us to get to class early and I was wondering if we could leave 10 to 15 minutes early?" The girl pleaded with you as you tries to hold back a chuckle.

"Well I'm not sure, Miss Mullins wouldn't be too pleased to hear about this." You were in a predicament as you paced back and forth in your mind. Contemplating the idea you found a way to both satisfy your students and your boss. "How about this I will let you all go 15 minutes early," the kids began to grow excited. "Only if you let me take you to Mr. Schneebly." The kids grew silent as they looked to each other.

"Will you give us a moment?" Summer said as you giggled.

"Of course Summer take your time!" You beamed as she grabbed Katie and Zach and pulled them to a secluded corner. After about 3 minutes of discussing and debating the three came back.

 "You've got yourself a deal." Katie said trying to sound intimidating almost like a judge.

"Oh do I?!" You said humored by the children. "Well I will look forward to it then!" To be honest you have heard about this new teacher but you've never seen him. There were about 30 minutes left until the kids could go to class early which in general was a weird thing for children to be excited about.

"Okay everyone let's head to your class." You said closing the sketchbook looking up to see everyone already packed up and ready to go. Going through the halls quietly you found the room. Opening the door you walked in to see a bunch of music equipment and the back Schneebly as he was setting the equipment up.

"Okay who's ready to ro-" The man turned around to see you as his eyes widened. "READ! Read yes read, because I'm a teacher and teachers, teach." The man was rambling as you took in the surroundings. It was almost a second before the teacher had realized he had never seen you before. "Oh uh I'm de-Ned! Need Schneebly!" He held out his hand.

"Y/N L/N!" You returned the shake. "I'll just be out of the way. I'll see you all tomorrow!" You said heading towards the door. "Have a fun time 'reading'." You shot a wink at the teacher as he gave you a smug look. Dewey released a breath he didn't know he was holding as the students did their normal routine.

"Okay that teacher just earned my respect." Dewey already knew he was going to get into even more trouble with you. Not only were you not too bad to look at you were totally cool with his music addiction. A perfect vision to him, and art! It was meant to be in his mind, and if there's anything rock and roll is about it's scoring chicks.

You sat at your desk looking through the artwork of the students and giving them scores based on the criteria of the assignment as you heard a knock at your door. "It's opened!" You shouted as Mr. Schneebly came through the floor. "Oh hello Mr. Schneebly." You said getting up as he closed the door.

"You can call me Ned!" He said as you smiled lightly at him.

"You can call me Y/N then, nice tradeoff!" You grabbed the stack of papers and headed towards the children's cubbies where you placed their art along with their scoresheet in the respective cubbie. "So what's up?"

"Informal slang." Ned practically moaned in satisfaction. "It's been so long since someone here has been as chill as you." You loved his enthusiasm as he dramatically leaned his head back.

"Well I guess I feel the same way!" Your tone was a mixture of happiness and relieved. "No but really, what do you want." You asked leaning slightly against the nearest table.

"Oh I just wanted to invite you to get some food with me." He had a very homey welcoming smile that was so contagious that you immediately accepted the invitation. He headed towards the door happily as he leaned against the doorway. "I'll meet you there at 7!" He gave you a wink as he left in good timing before noticing the blush creeping up your face. You rushed home in a panic to get ready. Knowing that the roadhouse diner was big place influenced with classic rock you tried to find your best clothes to go along with it. Just a simple jean and Black tank top along with a jacket you had embroidered. It was a jean jacket with a very detailed embodiment of Michael Jackson's Off the Wall album cover on the back. A personal favorite of yours because it turned out better than you thought it would be.

Pulling up to the diner you could hear the music shaking the earth around you as you headed in. Looking around to see the many drunk or just excited people around until your eyes finally found Dewey's. He waved excitedly as you walked over. "So roadside huh?" You said slipping into the seat across from him.

"She's an oldie but a goodie!" He beamed as you took your jacket off you started to put it beside you when Dewey stopped you. "It that Michael Jackson?!" You shake your head yes. "Wait?! Did you make that?!" He said even more excited. Another shake came from you as he went crazy over it demanding you made one for him but with Led Zeppelin on it.

"Yeah I can try to do it during the break." You said as he grabbed two glasses.

"Let's drink to that!" You both raised you glasses and drank the liquid inside of it. The two of you talked the entire night and had so much in common. It was sad when the night was over and you both headed out after saying your goodbyes.

A couple weeks went by and the two of you hung out more. Mr Schneebly had finally told you the truth about him being Dewey Finn and at first you were appalled by the fact. It wasn't until you heard the children talk about how much he impacted their lives that you started to sympathize with him. School had just ended and all the children were gone. You stepped out into the hallway to see Miss Mullins panicking as the parents were going ballistic due to the disappearance of their kids.

You practically ran to your car as you drove off to where the supposed battle of the bands was held. Before leaving you grabbed something from your car. Going into the venue the showed had just started as some band was up playing their song. You found your way to the front and waited. You look behind you to see that Muss Mullins and the parents had found the place as well as they all tried to rush backstage. You were tempted to but decided that the parents would be enough. It was finally the kids turn as they came onto the stage to sing Teacher's Pet. You actually were surprised with how amazing they were, and this made you fall in love with Dewey even more. He was so happy and energetic on the stage that you wanted to go on there and dance yourself. The song finally ended as you cheered for the band and ran backstage.

"Dewey that was amazing!" You screamed as Dewey spun around shocked to see you but accepted the giant hug you forced him into.

"You came!" He was thrilled to see you putting his arms around your waist. It had been a bit rough with the whole teacher thing but you were slowly letting it go.

"Oh!" You grabbed something from your bag. "I brought you a great first concert gift!" You opened the bag and pulled out the leather embodied jacket.

"No way!" Dewey immediately put it on. "I love it! Which reminds me." He beamed stepping closer to you as his arms held your hips. "I got you a present too." He said with love in his eyes as his lips connected with yours in a very soft but passionate way. Your hands went to his neck as you played with the collar on the jacket. It wasn't until you heard someone coughing to get your attention. You both broke apart to see Zach.

"They want us on stage to sing another song." He said as Dewey just nodded. Turning back to you he gave you one last quick kiss.

"Go and teach rock to the world." You said as he held you hand.

"I will Y/N, I will."