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Say It Once, Say It Twice - Beetlejuice (Musical) X Female Reader

Title: Say It Once, Say It Twice

Beetlejuice (Musical) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Lydia (Mentioned), a Mugger, Delia (Mentioned), and Charles (Mentioned)

WC: 4,306

Warnings: Musical Beetlejuice, and Beetlejuice in general, teasing, banter, flirting, suggestive, italics, cursing, mentions of death, very brief mention of snakes, nicknames, Reader gets almost mugged, crying, mentions of knives, self mentions of insecurement, fear of abandonment?, mood ring hair, slight angst, and fluff

Ever since you had a near-death experience as a child, you've been able to see ghosts. It was terrifying. And funnily enough, your first ghost was your grandmother, whose spirit had been attached to the house you, your mother, and your father lived in. Only after then, did it get worse.

You'd spot a ghostly ghoul trapped to walk down the same sidewalk over and over; shards of glass embedded in his pasty skin, someone had hit him with a car. There was an older woman, doomed to sit on the same bench she died on; heart attack while feeding the birds. You had witnessed and even spoken to a lot of trapped ghosts in your life, and this eventually led to you becoming an outcast to most of society.

As you grew up, school was difficult, especially when you were younger ranting on and on about ghosts you could see and talk to; which led to a-many parent-teacher meetings. As you got older, and the stories continued, your parents tried taking you to a therapist, and psychologist, but nothing seemed to help you. For years you went to these doctors, and they always said that you either had an overactive imagination or you needed pills.

At some point, you realized that by hiding your strange 'superpower', and pretending you were just making things up for attention or whatever, you were able to stop seeing those doctors; convincing your parents that you were fine. But that was well into your high school years, and at that point, you were considered... Odd. It was hard to make and keep friends. But you got to the point that you didn't need companionship. You did well in school, getting great marks, and graduated early, moving straight on to college.

You were able to finish college and get your degree, before finding a well-paying job. Though, this well-paying job forced you to move to rural Connecticut; not that you really cared about moving, you could have a fresh start on life. New people, who didn't know about your odd past, about the ghosts you sometimes see, or anything else.

So, in your early twenties, you moved yourself out to a small town in rural Connecticut. You were able to find a small home - oddly decently priced - thankfully, you had been saving up your savings ever since you were little, in hopes of possibly moving out and getting your place someday. Still, this small home was marked pretty low, and you thought that maybe it was a pretty big fixer-upper, but it was actually nice inside. It was bare, yet liveable.

When you first moved in, you had noticed that you lived right next to this really pretty black, Victorian mansion. Well, the mansion sat on a high hill, looking over the town, and you were below that hill, off to the side, next to a side road that led to the main road.

Well, after a couple of months, living in your new small home, you started to feel like someone was... Watching you. It was a feeling that sent shivers down your spine. This feeling wasn't all the time, no, but it happened every other day, or so it felt like. And whenever you felt it, you'd look around to see if anyone was watching you, but nobody was there. It unnerved you, to say the least.

It wasn't until a couple of weeks later, that you finally figured out what was causing that unnerving feeling. It was no wonder why the house you now lived in was so cheap, compared to other houses around the States. The town was haunted by a demon. And this demon rarely left you alone.

You felt like you were cursed.

"Babes!" You heard Beetlejuice whine, hovering behind you as you sat at your desk, working on something for work. "Babeeeeeee!" He whined again, this time more forcefully.

You groaned. He's been whining in that tone for a while. But you were working, and you really wanted to get your work done, continuing to type away at your computer. "Beej," You muttered, still typing. "I'm working right now. I need to get this done for my boss."

Appearing on your desk, Beetlejuice sat beside your computer, glaring down at it before looking at you; a soft pink rising onto his hairline briefly at the nickname. Crossing his legs, he bent to rest his hand on his cheek, "Why don't I just get rid of your boss for you, then you don't have to work anymore."

"Nope," You began, popping the 'p'. "Then I wouldn't have a job. And no job means no money."

Beetlejuice pouted dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Money, shmoney. Who needs it? I can conjure up anything you need with a snap of my fingers!" He snapped his fingers, and a shower of white, green, black, and purple confetti burst into the air, though it did little to aid your concentration; you blew a piece of confetti off your nose.

Your... Relationship with Beetlejuice was... Interesting to say the least. In the beginning, you were incredibly annoyed by him, but soon found yourself warming up to his bizarre antics and unconventional charm. Beetlejuice was like no one you had ever met - or rather, no one you had ever been haunted by.

At first, his constant interruptions, crude jokes, and mischievous pranks drove you up the wall. You were sure he got a kick out of seeing you flustered and annoyed. However, beneath all the chaos, you began to see a different side of him. He was surprisingly attentive, and he never crossed any real boundaries that you had put up.

Slowly, your annoyance turned into reluctant amusement. His antics started bringing a smile to your face, even when you were trying to stay mad at him. You found yourself looking forward to his visits, wondering what kind of chaos he would bring next. He had a way of making the mundane interesting, and his unpredictable nature kept you on your toes.

Though, at that very moment, you just wanted to have some peace and quiet. Sighing, rubbing your temples, you spoke, "Beej, I really need to focus. This report is due by the end of the day."

He floated in front of you - upside down - blocking your view of the screen, his eyes wide with exaggerated innocence. "But babyyyy, I'm so bored! Entertain me!" He exclaimed, giving you an over-the-top puppy dog look.

You arched an eyebrow, unamused; though you felt heat rise up in your cheeks. "Why don't you go scare the neighbors or something? I'm sure Lydia's parents would love to entertain you or something.”

Beetlejuice grinned wickedly; streaks of red slowly appeared in his green, untamed hair. "Oh, you know they would! But I'd much rather be here, with you. It's way more fun!" He leaned closer, "Come on, just a little break? We can play a game, maybe we can play 'Truth Or Dare.'"

You shook your head, chuckling despite yourself. "Beej, if I don't get this done, I'll get in trouble, and then you'll have to deal with me being grumpy."

He smirked, returning to sit on your desk, and leaning in closer. "Come on, babes. Just a little game, pretty please?"

Without thinking, you reached out to push him away, your hand passing right through his ethereal chest. A shiver ran down your spine as your hand met no resistance, just cold air. Beetlejuice grinned wider, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Forgot I'm not solid, didn't ya?" At your groan and eye roll, he continued, "Fine, fine. But you owe me some quality time later. Or..." He trailed off, his mischievous grin reappearing, the dark green in his hair spreading, "You could be a dear and just say my name so we can have some real fun."

"Nope, not gonna happen. I am not summoning you." He groaned again, and you got right back to work, "Sorry, Beej, but I know that if I do that, you'll probably try and take over the world. I'm so glad I spoke to Lydia.”

“Damn kid.” He muttered, staring out your window, pouting once more, crossing his arms over his chest. Returning his eyes to you, he grinned that grin of his, "Take over the world? Me? Come on, babes, you know I'm more into causing localized chaos than global domination." He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with a mock wistful expression - his legs hung off the side of the desk, kicking back and forth in the air. "But imagine the fun we could have together! Ghost parties, haunting the living, pranking everyone... It would be legendary!"

You chuckled, shaking your head as you continued typing. "Legendary, maybe. But I've got responsibilities, and I can't just abandon them to become your sidekick in a supernatural escapade."

Beetlejuice sighed dramatically, floating up to sit cross-legged in midair. "Alright, Miss Responsible, finish your boring work then. But you better make it up to me later. Maybe then we can play a game of 'Truth or Dare' then, and I promise to keep it... Relatively decent."

You glanced at him, smirking. "Relatively decent, huh? I'll believe it when I see it."

He winked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh, you'll see it, alright. Just you wait."

With a final dramatic - and somewhat creepy - giggle, Beetlejuice vanished in a puff of green smoke, leaving you to your work. As you turned back to your computer, you couldn't help but frown.

You wondered if Beej really did like spending time with you - annoying you and flirting with you - or if he was just doing it to try and convince you to say his name. That possible realization made your chest hurt. You knew that if you did say his name, you'd be giving him a lot more power than you were comfortable with.

What would happen when he got what he wanted? Would he really cause chaos like he always promised, or was there something more to his constant presence? Deep down, you had gotten so used to him always being around that the thought of him leaving after regaining his power scared you. He'd have his powers and forget all about you... The uncertainty gnawed at you, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being used, despite the strange bond that had formed between you two.

~~~

That night, after finishing the day's work, you kept your promise to Beetlejuice and played 'Truth or Dare' with him, which you immediately regretted doing. To make a long story short, Beetlejuice didn’t really follow through on his promise to keep the game 'relatively decent.' ‘If you could kiss anyone in the room, who would it be?,’ - you and Beeltejuice were the only ones in the room - you ended up letting out an irritated huff and crossing your arms.

Seeing that you were actively ignoring him, Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow and leaned in with a mischievous grin. “Oh, come on, babes! It’s just a game.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to avoid looking at him. "Yeah, well, you said you would keep it decent. This is the third question."

He tilted his head, his grin faltering only slightly "Actually, I said 'relatively'." At your silence, he continued, “Alright, alright. I get it. I’m sorry, babes… How about this? You pick a movie, and I promise to behave.”

“You?” You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “You promise to behave?” 'Ha, fat chance.' You thought.

Beetlejuice crossed an 'x' over where his heart would be, "Cross my heart and hope to die.”

"Beej, you're already dead." You sighed deeply.

You quickly found yourself sitting on the one end of the couch, eyes fixed on the movie you had chosen. It had been silent except for the ambient noise of the TV for what felt like thirty minutes or so. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Beetlejuice fidgeting. His leg was shaking rapidly up and down, and his hands twisted around each other restlessly. You knew that he wasn't good at sitting still for long periods of time. Though he was trying to stay focused on the screen, his eyes kept drifting to you, unable to stay away.

Beetlejuice, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, slid closer, the proximity making your pulse quicken. You could practically feel the warmth of his presence, even though you knew it was just a trick of the mind. You tried to ignore the feeling of his presence.

He glanced over at you with a teasing smirk. “You know, babe, if you said my name right now, we could really make this night more interesting. Wink, wink.” He actually said ‘wink, wink’ out loud, adding an actual wink. "Come on..." He trailed off, leaning in close, "Just for tonight. I can make it worth your while." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Beetlejuice," You lightly warned, making his eyes light up at the possibility of you saying it two times more, "No." His wicked grin quickly dropped into a pout.

Groaning, Beetlejuice flopped over your lap, though he phased right through you. Why did you still feel his presence as if he were truly there? And why did you have the overwhelming urge to touch his hair? “Babe! Babes! Toots! Baby! Babycakes! Puddin' Pie! Pumpkin! Pumpkin Pie!-” His insistent nicknaming made your cheeks flush as you tried not to make eye contact with him. “I’ll do anything!”

You looked down at him, a mix of frustration and curiosity in your gaze. “Anything?” you asked, tilting your head.

Beetlejuice sat up, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. “Anything! You want a puppy? I’ll steal you a puppy! Or an elephant! Ya like elephants? Oh! Maybe we can get you a giraffe! Or a tiger! Or-”

You bit your lip, staring at him as he continued listing off animals he could ‘steal’ for you in exchange for his ‘freedom.’ Each offer sounded more outrageous than the last, and yet it was his eagerness that struck a chord with you.

A familiar unease settled over you. You couldn’t shake the feeling that Beetlejuice’s insistence on getting you to say his name was just another ploy. The thought that he might only be around because you could see - thus set him free - made you feel used. The idea of him disappearing from your life after all this time was more than unsettling; it was devastating.

Despite enjoying most of your time with Beetlejuice, your trust in him was fragile. The fear of him leaving, combined with your history of loneliness, made you wary of fully opening up. Having Beetlejuice in your life felt like a rare - if unconventional - source of companionship, and the thought of him vanishing after you’d let your guard down was almost too much to bear. You felt selfish for holding back, feeling like you were keeping a genie trapped in a bottle, but you also knew that not saying his name was a way to protect others from the chaos he could and would unleash.

“Beej,” You said, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside, “I appreciate the offer, but you know I can’t just-”

Beetlejuice cut you off with an exaggerated sigh, sitting up. “Oh, come on! Just say the magic words, and we can have some real fun. You know you want to.” He sing-songed.

You shook your head, trying to keep your emotions in check. “It’s not that simple. There are... Reasons. I can’t just-” You let out a sigh, rubbing your cheek with a hand, and casting your gaze down to your lap; your heart was pounding in your chest. “I’m just going to... Get some air.”

You retreated to your room, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it for a moment. The quiet of your room was a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere you’d just left. You tried to calm your racing heart, grappling with the overwhelming emotions Beetlejuice stirred up in you. As you sat on the edge of your bed, you let out a deep sigh, your hands coming up to cover your face; your palms fiercely pressing into your eyelids, and tears burned the backs of your eyes.

~~~

When you did finally emerge from your room the next morning, you could almost feel the absence of Beetlejuice. He was nowhere to be seen, and the house felt eerily quiet. You went about your day, glancing over your shoulder as if expecting him to appear at any moment; almost waiting for him to appear with a giant grin on his face - maybe try and scare you in addition to some suggestive comment. Beetlejuice’s absence was both a relief and a source of unease... You even sort of... Missed him. And you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was either giving you space or plotting his next move.

However, nothing happened at the beginning of the day. No pranks, no sudden appearances, nothing. You continued on, getting ready for work, walking to work, working, and then walking home. As you did every weekday. It was dark, but there were a few street lamps that illuminate your path. The streets were silent, and you seemed to be the only one walking down the block. You often found yourself the only one, and it was nice most nights, just listening to music on your headphones as you enjoyed your evening stroll back home.

Passing a couple of small businesses, you fiddled with the strap of your over-the-shoulder bag before you felt someone grab your upper arm, pulling you into the nearby alleyway. A shiver of fear ran down your spine, your eyes wide as you were harshly pushed up against the brick wall of a building. You felt your body suddenly feel cold, a chill running through your veins as you stared up at the man before you, pinning you to the wall.

He smirked wickedly, a grin that would probably give you nightmares. Raising his free hand, he pulled the headphones off of your ears, letting them rest around your neck before he raked his eyes across your face. You felt like you were going to be sick, and even more so when you noticed the glint of a knife as he pulled one out of his back pocket. You tried to swallow, but your throat was super dry, and you tried to speak, only for the evil stranger to tut you, shaking his head.

"Uh-uh-uh, pretty. I have something to say." His voice was dripping with venomous honey, he raised the knife, and it glinted once more in the moonlight. "Now, this is how this is going to play out. I'm going to take your bag, whatever valuables, and maybe... If you're lucky, maybe-" He glanced down at your body again, licking his lips as he grinned wolfishly, "I'll let you go." His knife brushed along your collarbone, rubbing the fabric of your shirt slightly.

You felt panic and bile rise up in your throat, trying to think of something - anything! Suddenly, you had an idea. A crazy idea. "Beetlejuice." You muttered, making the man before you raise an eyebrow, his wolfish grin becoming slightly confused.

"What?" He darkly chuckled out, twisting the knife.

"Beetlejuice." You spoke again, more clearly, the man blinked.

"Beetle-whatnow?"

Swallowing thickly, narrowing your eyes, you stared up at the man as you spoke, "Beetlejuice."

The man before you let out a laugh, staring at you as his grin returned, "I don't know what you are trying to pull, or saying, but I would suggest you just let me take want I want and-"

“Nice knife you’ve got there,” A voice suddenly said, his tone dripping with mock admiration as he appeared behind the mugger. The man jumped, turning around to see a man dressed in a tattered black and white stripe suit. The mugger narrowed his eyes, eyeing the strange red, untamed hair, and pale complexion, and the odd bits of green on his face.

"Who the living Hell are you?" He growled, still trying to sound and act tough, despite being a bit unnerved by the strange man's sudden appearance.

“I'm your worst nightmare,” Beetlejuice said with a sinister grin, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight as he took a menacing step closer to the mugger. His voice was laced with a chilling amusement that seemed to fill the alleyway with an unsettling energy. The mugger’s eyes widened in shock and confusion. Beetlejuice continued, his gaze fixed on the knife in the mugger’s hand. “As I said, nice knife you’ve got there. It would be a shame if something were to happen to it.” With a snap of his fingers, the knife began to twist and writhe, its metal surface rippling as it transformed into a black-and-white striped snake.

The mugger’s face went pale as the snake slithered around his hand, hissing and wriggling with an almost sentient anger. The mugger let out a high-pitched yelp of terror, dropping the snake and stumbling backward onto the ground. He scrambled away from the hissing, writhing creature, his eyes darting around in panic as he tripped over himself, desperate to get as far away from Beetlejuice as possible.

Beetlejuice watched with a satisfied smirk, he chuckled darkly, his laughter echoing off the alley walls. “Run along, you little creep!” Beetlejuice called out with a mocking tone. “I’ve got better things to do than play with you.” He waved dismissively, and with a snap of his fingers, the snake vanished into thin air, leaving only a faint shimmer of green smoke in its wake.

The mugger, now thoroughly panicked, scrambled to his feet and bolted from the alley, his screams fading into the distance. Beetlejuice grinned; nobody touched his breather. Beetlejuice turned his attention back to you - seeing your still-wide eyes, frozen frame, and somewhat slack jaw as the adrenaline coursed through your system; this was your first time having witnessed Beetlejuice so… Devious. His grin softened slightly at you, expressing as he approached, his hair returning to its green, with streaks of red; and hints of purple. He was worried that you were scared of him.

“Well, that was entertaining,” He said, his tone shifting to something more gentle, though still edged with his usual mischief, and you felt yourself finally breathe. "You rang-?" Beetlejuice's words were cut short when you suddenly threw your arms around him; all his worries flew out the window.

You clung to him, tears streaming down your face as the reality of the situation hit you all at once - not even taking into account his almost rotten and dead flower smell; you nuzzled your face closer. Beetlejuice was caught off guard and hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around you. The touch was new, comforting in a way you hadn’t expected; but you still feared that he might vanish into the air if you let go. He wasn’t just a ghostly presence anymore; he was solid, tangible, there. His usual bravado faltered, replaced by a hesitant, almost clumsy attempt at offering comfort. He held you close, feeling the warmth and weight of your embrace. He shut his eyes, digging his nose into your hairline, before teleporting you back to the safety of your home.

When you opened your eyes, you found yourself sitting beside Beetlejuice on your couch. Reluctantly slipping out of his cold hold, you wiped the heels of your hands onto your eyes, brushing away the tears; and sniffling. Beetlejuice's hands fidgeted, the overwhelming need to reach out and hold your hand was bubbling up inside of him; he bit his bottom lip with his sharp teeth. He waited for you, waiting for you to start talking. Anything to break the heavy silence between the two of you. Finally, after a long while of hesitation, you spoke.

"I- I didn't know what to do," Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "I had to summon you... I- Thank you..." You bowed your head, and the realization that he was now free, free to leave, "You probably want to go off and do your own thing... Right? You're finally free to wander and roam and cause chaos."

His green eyes studied you, staring down at the side of your face. “Free to roam and cause chaos?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically as you looked up, your confused, wide eyes meeting his. “Oh, please, babes. Do you really think I’m just gonna waltz off into the night and leave you high and dry? Where’s the fun in that? I’m not going anywhere, so you might as well get used to it. Can’t get rid of me.” His tone was teasing, but his eyes were softer, betraying a hint of sincerity as he looked at you.

"Really?" You asked, sounding somewhat unsure, "You won't- you won't leave me alone?"

"I won't leave you." He spoke, surprisingly serious, before he spoke up again - dark pink began to appear in his hair and beard - his grin growing, "Consider me your own personal demon, baby! And if you’re ever feeling lonely, well, let’s just say I’m always up for a little... Late-night company." He wiggled his eyebrows, making a giggle leave you - back to both of your old ways - you went to push him, half-expecting for your hand to phase through him, only to press against his chest. Your smile softened as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to his side.

Feeling his cold lips press a somewhat sloppy kiss to your temple, you pulled away from him slightly, looking up at him as his bright eyes met yours. "Now that you're free... What else can you do?"

Beetlejuice grinned, the mischievous glint returning in his eyes, "Oh, baby," He almost growled, "You're in for a show!"

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Hi how are you? I love your writings❤️ Can I get a romantic matchup with LOTR, HOBBIT, Harry Potter, Marvel? I am 25. She/Her. I can match with a man or woman. I have short dark brown curly hair and hazel eyes. I have white skin, my height is around 1.65 and I'm curvy.

I'm generally introverted and cold-blooded. I'm stubborn. I'm generally pretty patient, but when I run out of patience I can get very grumpy. I'm a bit of a pessimist. I don't talk much outside unless necessary and prefer to observe. I am a good listener. To outsiders, I seem strict, distant and sometimes a little scary, but to those around me, I am very talkative, friendly, affectionate and fun. I'm also a good secret keeper, tell me anything and I'll take it to my grave. I am a faithful and loyal person. I'm a perfectionist. I always like to have everything orderly and under control, but sometimes it can be very challenging. I'm independent, I try not to get help for anything and I don't like to fit into certain stereotypes. I am always respectful and even interested in opposing views. I have a hard time voicing my opinions on anything, which can sometimes make me seem rude or disrespectful, but I really don't mean any harm. I'm a nerdy girl and I'm okay with that.✨️

I live in my own world. I love drawing, watching TV series and movies, and listening to music. I also love writing. I love learning new things about any subject. I love art, literature, philosophy, history and mythology. My favorite colors are black and green. I can listen to any genre of songs I like depending on my mood. But some of my Favorites are Diary of Dreams, The Gazette, The Neighbourhood, Chase Atlantic, One Republic, Marina and The Diamonds, Paris Paloma, Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Hozier, Melanie Martinez, Mitski, AC/DC and Iron Maiden. My favorite TV series is Hannibal. I love thrillers, true crime, detective and mystery, fantasy and sci-fi. I think these are the things that come to my mind right now... thank you! I hope you have a good day❤️

Hi! I am so sorry that I got to this so late! I feel terrible! <3

But, I hope you like your matchups!

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Romantic Matchup; LOTR, The Hobbit, Harry Potter, and Marvel

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Lord Of The Rings;

Aragorn -

You met Aragorn at the very beginning, and despite being a lady, you were personally invited by Lord Elrond himself to join the meeting to see who would take the ring to Mordor.

You didn't really talk much, or at all, but you observed, being a good listener; though, as one by one spoke up, debating, your attention went straight to the mysterious, tall, dark, and handsome stranger whose voice you really liked - he was handsome, as said, and he was bringing up some good points.

Hands clasped together in your lap, you watched as people began to argue, and you were just a smidge annoyed.

Well, who knew you were going to become part of the Fellowship Of The Ring?

It was difficult at the beginning of the journey. Gimli and Boromir were pretty adamant that the journey was no place for a lady - far too dangerous, they said!

But Aragorn, you had learned his name, stood up for you, bringing up the fact that Lord Elrond himself asked you to join, that they should all trust his judgment.

Well, you showed them, on more than one occasion, that you were a wise and strong person.

Now, throughout the journey, you had slowly, slowly gotten used to the people around you. The Hobbits were easy to befriend, honestly.

But, at some point, you had grown comfortable in their presence, enough that you had grown to become more talkative and friendly.

Though, it was different with Aragorn. You didn't know if it was just you, but you thought that maybe there was something different in the way he spoke to you than he did with the others. Maybe it was just you...

Maybe...

Well, it turns out that Aragorn was quite taken with you, having caught his eyes the moment you joined the meeting in Rivendell; dressed beautifully, presence respectful, and eyes shimmering with a certain intelligence and strength that captured his interest almost instantly.

And his interest had only grown the more he got to meet you, get to know, and understand you; not only were you intelligent, respectful, strong, and understanding, but you were also loyal and independent - something Aragorn admired greatly.

As the journey continues, minus the orcs and whatever troubles you all run into, you and Aragorn's bond begins to grow the more you spend together.

From late nights of keeping watch sharing your favorite stories and books to recalling your favorite topics in history; there are even nights when you talk the night away about everything your heart desires, until you fall asleep, your head resting on his shoulder.

Aragorn didn't have the heart to wake you...

Despite you being an incredibly good fighter and defender, Aragorn always makes sure that you are alright after an attack from orcs or something. You do the same, your eyes at the end of a fight would search for each other, small faint smiles of relief on your faces.

In the end, Aragorn gives you the best room while you and the rest of the Fellowship stay in his kingdom after he is crowned king. Your room is one of the biggest, and close to his room, in case you need anything.

He makes sure that you have everything that you could possibly need. Someone to wait on you in case you need something, need help changing, a bath to be drawn, a snack, anything. And do not worry, you are not a burden. Aragorn would do anything for you.

Another thing; Aragorn gifts you lavish clothing, in green and black, that you are comfortable in. The sight of the new article always brings a smile to your face and a rush of blood to your cheeks. And, of course, he always compliments you when he sees you.

Whilst you stay, Aragorn often finds you in the library, reading, drawing, or just admiring the view outside - he often joins you, to talk, laugh, or just spend time in your amazing company.

Aragorn finally confesses his feelings and admiration for you after you.

"You have been my strength through every shadow and trial - my heart has long been yours, though I have been too much a fool to say it."

Well, let's just say, that you didn't end up leaving after that.

You and Aragorn work seamlessly together, both of you valuing independence and the quiet strength that comes with keeping order. Patience is a shared virtue, though he is perhaps more steadfast than yours.

Your friendly and affectionate nature balances his quiet reserve, while your stubborn loyalty earns his deepest respect.

Even in moments when your pessimism clouds your thoughts, he admires your unwavering commitment to those you care for, finding strength in the fire that drives you.

~~~

The Hobbit;

Thorin Oakenshield -

You had run into the Dwarves and one Hobbit when they were getting attacked by the spiders in Mirkwood.

You were heading to Mirkwood - Thorin thought that was suspicious - but instead of just letting them suffer through spiders, you helped them cut out of webs and stab spiders to death; you were truly skilled fighter, it was no wonder most of the Company wanted to keep you.

Though you were a bit hesitant and distant - you met up with them, fighting off orcs, jumping in an empty barrel, and holding onto Bilbo so he wouldn't drown.

As you were all racing down the raging river, you didn't know if you were having fun or not. More like worrying over the whole group and making sure after every small waterfall that you counted each Dwarf.

One, two, three, ah, okay, all accounted for, all alive...

Thorin, even though you helped him and his family/friends out of danger, he didn't really know what to think of you. His blue eyes would watch you, observing you, as you also observed your surrounding, whilst also listening to the Dwarves about their stories and adventures.

He didn't know what to think of you at the very moment, but he thanked you for your help, to himself.

But you had been able to bond with most of the other Dwarves, like Fili and Kili, which consisted of laughter, shared stories, and affectionate hugs.

And when Kili was in pain, though you worried and your mind thought only of the worst, you held his hand.

These actions made the King Under The Mountain reconsider you for a moment. Maybe there was something different about you.

That night, as you curled close to the fire that night before he and the rest of the Company - minus a few - left for Erebor, Thorin found a spare blanket and placed it upon your sleeping form.

And only after the defeat of Smaug, and after the war - and everyone surviving - did he finally realize that maybe the 'something different' about you was actually because you might've been his One; he just was too stubborn to truly see it.

This new realization hit him hard, and at first, the King was scared. He had wished that he had gotten to know you more, had spoken to you more.

Well, you were here now, partying with the rest - of men, dwarves, elves, and Hobbits alike. Maybe, this was his chance to push aside his stubbornness and brooding and speak to you.

He made his move, surprising you by asking you to join him for a drink, where he gave you a goblet of red wine. And for the next hour or so, you spoke among yourselves, on the sidelines of the raging party. *Disco music.*

There, you and Thorin spoke about the music, your favorite instruments, books your loved to read, and more. All the while, you didn't seem to notice the way Thorin's eyes softened as you rambled slightly.

At the end of the first night of many more nights of partying and celebrating the return of their home, Thorin finally spoke up.

"You have fought beside me with a courage that humbles even a king - I would wish it that you stay here in Erebor a while longer, so I may properly show my gratitude."

It is while you are staying longer in Erebor that he finally reveals to you that you are his One.

To keep a long story short, all while courting, you and Thorin would sit by the fire and read quietly together, take walks through Erebor's halls, write sweet letters to each other, and Thorin would braid a piece of your hair, clasping it with his homemade, one-of-a-kind bead.

You and Thorin share a bond forged in mutual respect and quiet understanding.

He admires your love for reading and thirst for knowledge, seeing it as a strength that complements his vision for Erebor.

Even your perfectionist tendencies, though sometimes a point of contention, earn his respect - he sees in you someone who strives for greatness, much like himself.

Your unwavering support has become a pillar he relies on.

~~~

Harry Potter;

Remus Lupin -

You and Remus first met at Hogwarts as students, though your friendship didn’t blossom immediately.

You were a quiet, observant presence, often keeping to yourself. He was aware of you from a distance, admiring your calm, controlled demeanor, which differed from his more lighthearted friends.

It was a nice different.

Although you were distant from new and strange people, your shared classes often brought you together.

You both preferred studying in quiet corners of the library, where Remus noticed how you worked meticulously, seeing how much you loved to learn not only from books but also from lessons.

Finally, after you had both gotten use to each other, you began studying together in the library.

You even started correcting his notes.

When Sirius and James found out about that, they teased him.

Over time, you became close enough for him to see the softer, affectionate side you reserved for those you trusted.

You’d often listen patiently as he confided in you, especially during stressful times.

Full moon times. It had taken him a year and a half to tell you he was a werewolf, and he was incredibly nervous that you would tell everyone or just not be his friend anymore.

He was scared that you would look at him in disgust.

He would miss your hugs as hellos in the mornings, he would miss the peaceful conversations regarding your interests.

He would miss the way your face would light up at the mention of your favorite muggle movies or show, or how you would ramble beautifully on and on about myths and philosophy. He wouldn't dare stop you.

He loved the sound of your voice.

He was a bit of a pessimist himself.

Surprisingly, and to his shock, he found great comfort in your reaction. When he finally gathered the courage to tell you his secret, his heart raced, waiting for the look of disgust he feared you’d give him.

But instead, you remained calm, simply listening, your eyes thoughtful yet soft. You placed a hand on his, a simple gesture that spoke volumes, steadying him as you always had in the quiet way that had drawn him to you from the start.

“You’re still Remus." You had told him. “The rest doesn’t change who you are.”

Years after graduation, you both found yourselves back at Hogwarts, now as professors.

Remus was pleasantly surprised to see you again, finding it easy to pick up where you two had left off.

Your no-nonsense attitude and perfectionism made you a strict professor, yet students respected you for your dedication and fairness. And also quite enjoyed that you would give them little treats and snacks after long quizzes or tests.

Remus often visited your office to chat after classes. You’d sometimes scold him for his relaxed teaching style, though he found it endearing.

Despite your -sometimes - grumpy demeanor, you cared deeply, which he always noticed in the way you’d subtly check on his health and workload.

Especially when the full moons were around the bend.

Remus would find chocolate on his desk in DADA.

And you'd find books on your favorite topics on yours.

After long days of teaching, you and Remus would often sit by the fire in his quarters or yours, sharing tea or hot chocolate. The two of you would talk about myths, Muggle literature, and your favorite Muggle music, losing track of time until the early hours of the morning.

It reminded you of how you and Remus would sit in the Common Room studying until the wee hours of the morning.

He loved the way you spoke passionately about the things that you were interested in, and he’d always encouraged you to keep talking, no matter how tired he was.

You’d both spend hours in the library or his office, quietly reading together. He’d occasionally glance up from his book to watch you, marveling at how beautiful you looked when lost in thought. When you found an interesting passage, you’d excitedly share it with him, and he’d always listen intently.

Adding onto the topic of full moons; on the nights leading up to the full moon, you’d make sure he had everything he needed. You’d sit with him if he was feeling anxious. After the full moon, you’d bring him breakfast and sit with him while he rested, healing, reading aloud from his favorite books, or telling him stories to help him relax.

On particularly difficult days, you’d end up falling asleep together on the couch in either of your quarters, surrounded by books and papers for grading. He’d wake up first, brushing a strand of hair from your face, marveling at how peaceful you looked.

Those quiet moments reminded him just how much he loved you and how lucky he felt to have you by his side.

You and Remus are great together because you balance each other out perfectly - his calm, steady nature complements your quiet strength, while your loyalty and understanding provide him with the comfort and support he needs.

Together, you share a deep, unspoken bond, rooted in mutual respect, affection, and a quiet love that grows stronger with each and every passing day.

~~~

Marvel;

Natasha Romanoff -

As Avengers, you and Natasha work seamlessly together. Ever since the beginning, when she wasn't on solo missions or with Clint, you were with her.

Your cold-blooded efficiency in battle complements her own calculated and lethal style.

You’re both perfectionists who thrive on order and control, often planning out every detail of a mission to ensure success. While you can be distant or strict with new recruits, Natasha sees through your tough exterior and knows that beneath it lies a fiercely loyal and caring partner.

You're not one to speak much during operations, preferring to observe and stay silent, but Natasha appreciates the way you always anticipate the next move.

You’re skilled in hand-to-hand combat, just as skilled with weapons.

You’re not just observant on the battlefield but a force to be reckoned with. You’ve honed your combat skills, and even Natasha, with all her experience, finds herself impressed.

She often asks to spar with you, in which it often ends in a tie or the both of you winning the same amount of times.

Away from the chaos of the battlefield, you might not be as expressive or outgoing as some of the other Avengers, in the beginning. It takes you a bit to open up, but when you do, you have become friends with all of them.

You are talkative, laughing along, having fun with them; along with being affectionate, joking punches to the arm, or hugs goodbye.

However, when not spending time with the team, a quiet night spent watching movies or reading is how you like to spend your nights. Unless you are dragged to one of Tony's parties.

Natasha being similar to you, needs time to really get to know you, see what makes you tic, before she can truly let herself be vulnerable around you. And you have proven to her that you were worthy enough, and trustful enough for her to break out of her own shell.

She finds herself finding you around the tower, joining you in the kitchen to grab a snack, or even joining in when you put on your favorite show; Hannibal.

This friendly bonding becomes more and more often, almost weekly you and Natasha find yourselves spending more time together, even time with just the two of you.

The more you spent together, the more the bond between the two of you began to bloom into something more, something beautiful.

"You know... I think I trust you more than anyone else." She would speak up randomly as you both sat against the headboard of your bed, watching your favorite movie.

"Even Stark?" You would ask.

"Yeah, even him." She would reply, her smile matching yours.

Before you knew it, everything would shift.

From small, gentle brushes of the fingers as either pass by or a rare, soft smile just for each other... It was obvious that there was something happening between you two.

On lazy days - not really, the both of you end up in the gym sparring most lazy days - but if you aren't in the gym; pushing for each other to be better, you and Nat would sit in quieter corners of the tower, away from the hustle of the others.

She'd sit beside you as you read, her hand resting on your leg or her head resting on your shoulder. She would sit and listen to you read, or when you weren't reading aloud, she would rest her eyes, maybe even nap; the soft sound of Paris Paloma and Lana del Rey in the background

As a couple, Natasha respects your boundaries and your need for space, but when she needs you, you’re always there— - strong and reliable. In return, she supports you, offering her own quiet form of affection.

You’re never truly alone.

You balance each other, and neither you nor Nat would have it any other way.

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I would just like to update those who have sent in matchups requests that I will be going through them shortly! I am most likely going to be doing two or three a day, if possible, to really get through these, lol.

I will also like to add that the way that I will be writing the matchups are going to be a bit different, as I have gotten a few messages saying that they are a bit difficult to read and some want longer or more headcanons.

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In The Garden, Where Flowers Grow - Samwise Gamgee X Female Reader

Title: In The Garden, Where The Flowers Grow

Samwise Gamgee X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Frodo, Reader's parents (Mentioned), Rosie Cotton (Mentioned), and other Hobbits (Mentioned)

WC: 3,357

Warnings: Love at first sight, italics, slightly insecure Reader, shy Reader, matchmaker Frodo, courting, how Hobbit's court specifically, mini angst, and fluff

You were in a bit of a predicament. You had fallen for your best friend’s gardener. Samwise Gamgee. He was your best friend’s, Frodo Baggins’, gardener. Sam would go over to prune, pluck, and overall beautify Frodo’s garden almost every day. He was incredibly good at his job too. He always left the gardens he tended to appear as if they were from story books. Pretty, organized, and beautiful. You were almost envious of his magnificent green thumb.

But, as said, you had fallen for him. And you knew exactly when and where it had all happened too.

You could remember it clearly. You had been visiting Frodo when you bumped into Sam. Now, usually when you visited Frodo, Sam had long finished his tending of the garden, so when you came by to visit, you had no clue that Sam had actually stayed over for Afternoon Tea - as a thank you from Frodo himself.

Being such close friends with Frodo, and the Baggins’ in general, you didn’t knock on his round door or wait for anyone to let you in. With a bright smile, and a soft hum in the air, you just waltzed on in - running right into Sam who was just about to leave.

With a ‘ow’ from both you and Sam, you finally looked up, rubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand. And, the moment your eyes met his dark-honeyed ones, you fell; your hand rubbing your forehead slowing into a stop until it fell to your side. And, you had been falling ever since.

When you closed your eyes, you could still see his cute freckles, and the embarrassment that rushed, coating his cheeks, nose, and the tip of his ears pink. His eyes were wide, and a small worried frown on his face as he immediately apologized.

“Oh, I am awfully sorry, Miss Y/N.” He spoke, all the while, you were wondering if he could see how taken you were with him. How your eyes shimmered, staring at every part of his face you could, taking him in. You wondered if he had noticed the way your breathing shallowed, how your heart raced, or even how your hands shook at your sides.

And, goodness, he knew your name.

Only when your eyes met Frodo’s over Sam’s shoulder briefly - seeing his confusion, and the light smirk on his lips - did you finally speak. “O- Oh, this is nothing you need to apologize for.” You finally spoke, trying to keep your stuttering at a minimum. “I was the one who didn’t knock.” You gave him a sheepish smile, in which he returned.

Giving you a couple of nods of the head, his strawberry-blonde curls bouncing, Sam glanced over at Frodo, giving him a grin, “Thank you for the tea, Mister Frodo.”

“Thank you for joining me, Sam.” He spoke simply as the gardener turned back to look at you.

“It was lovely to have finally met you, Miss Y/N.” He spoke, and you nodded, feeling a flush erupt on your cheeks and neck.

“The pleasure is all mine, Sam.” And with that, he bid you both goodbye, leaving down the dirt and pebbled path. You stared at the open door, before you finally let a deep - but equally dreamy - sigh, pushing the round door shut. Turning, you pressed your back against the door, finally meeting the amused gaze of your best friend; who smirked, and crossed his arms. “Oh, Frodo,” You began with another sigh, clasping your hands together at your chest, your heart ever-racing, “You never did tell me how he had such beautiful curls.” You gushed, making Frodo shake his head with a soft chuckle.

From that day forward, you had spoken to Sam a great many handful of times, along with admiring him from afar. You could not get over him. You constantly wondered how it was possible that you had never met Sam until that fateful afternoon during Afternoon Tea. You had visited Frodo more times than you could count, but every time it always seemed that Sam was done with his pruning and plucking long before you would arrive. It boggled your mind.

But, that didn’t matter now. Now, all you had to worry about was your ever-growing feelings for the Hobbit. In love, head over heels, smitten, bewitched, and infatuated; that was what you were. Never had you ever met someone so sweet, so caring, and so positively adorable as Samwise Gamgee. He had your very heart and soul, and you needed him to know.

Yet, the one thing that was holding you back from confessing was yourself. You were nervous, scared even. You didn’t know if he’d like you - admire you - in return - maybe he would love someone more like Rosie Cotton? You weren’t as- well, you were more reserved, let’s say. You never were one for parties and festivities. You liked the quiet nights in, where you could cuddle up near the fire with a self-made crocheted blanket and a good book.

But this feeling, this love you had for Sam, it was burning, devouring you whole from the inside out, and you knew that you had to say something before you absolutely exploded. The problem you had - aside from your nerves - was that you had no idea how to even go about confessing to him in the first place. Yes, a walk would be the first course of action, but just thinking about asking Sam to join you for a walk made your heart stutter.

And that was where Frodo came into the picture. Not only was he your best friend, but also a self-proclaimed matchmaker. You trusted him, with your life in fact, you knew that no matter what, Frodo would always have your back, and never steer you wrong.

Frodo, on the other hand, was doing his best to help as much as he could. There was one night, during a party for an old Took’s birthday, that Frodo subtly asked Sam a few questions…

~~~

There was live music, Hobbits dancing, and laughter ringing throughout the air. It was another successful, enjoyable, joyful, and entertaining night. Frodo and Sam were sitting together at a picnic table, pints of ale in hand. Frodo tapped his toes against the grass to the tune of the song, and despite him seeming as if he was watching the other Hobbits dance, he was actually forming a plan within his very own mind.

“Great party, isn’t it, Sam?” Frodo began, Sam’s eyes leaving the festivities to look at his friend and employer, and nod.

“It is indeed true, Mister Frodo.” Sam spoke, lifting his pint to his lips and taking a sip, “Not a frown in sight.”

Frodo nodded right back, taking a sip of his ale before he cleared his throat, “Well, I am glad that you finally got to meet my friend Y/N a couple of days back,” He spoke over the music, Sam’s almost relaxed behavior shifting into a slightly more nervous one as Frodo continued to speak, “You know how long she has been my friend, I was really hoping to have the both of you meet at some point.”

“Me, Mister Frodo?” He asked, almost sounding surprised.

“Of course you, Sam.” Frodo answered, as if the question was ridiculous, “I consider you my friend as well. It was only right to have wished for my two good friends to meet.”

“Of course,” Sam mimicked, taking another sip as he shifted slightly in his seat. “Well, I am glad to have met someone so important to you.”

Frodo nodded, tilting his head to the side slightly, “What do you think of her? Y/N, I mean. I know you have spoken to her a good handful of times after your first… Bumpy encounter.” He teased lighty, and Sam froze very briefly, clearing his throat as he glanced around him; thinking, nervous.

“Though our few encounters have been brief, I must say that she has always been very kind to me.” Sam answered, feeling a warmth in his cheeks.

“Would you want to spend more time with her?” Frodo then asked, “You know, since your moments together are so terribly brief and fleeting.”

Sam pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowing, “Why do I feel like somethin’ is amiss, Mister Frodo?” Sam narrowed his eyes slightly, “Why are you askin’ me so many… Odd questions?”

“Spfft,” Frodo waved a dismissive hand in the air, “It is nothing! I just would like to make sure my two friends get along. I would hate for any arguments to arise.” Now, Frodo didn’t actually believe that either of you would ever argue with the other. Both you and Sam were kind and compassionate Hobbits, always quick to help those in need and never ones to seek conflict.

“Argue? With Miss Y/N?” Sam asked, chuckling softly with a shake of his head, “I can’t say that I can imagine that happenin’.” Sam finished, a small smile on his lips, his overall expression soft. Frodo just smiled, taking a sip of his ale. Sam then shifted in his seat again, his eyes drifting from his ale, to the top of the table, and then to around him: his eyebrows furrowed. “Mister Frodo?”

“Yes, Sam?” He answered, a small knowing smile appearing as Sam took in a breath.

“I am beginnin’ to like her somethin’ mighty fierce.” He confessed, his cheeks turning pink, and it wasn't only from the ale, “But I have my doubts that she wouldn’t like ol’ me, a simple gardener. A simple gardener fallin’ for the most beautiful Hobbit in all The Shire.” He sighed out as Frodo shook his head slightly at his words.

“Oh, I wouldn't cut yourself short, Sam.” Frodo raised his pint to his lips, smirking, “Who knows, she might surprise you.”

~~~

“Oh, Frodo,” You sighed out, taking the warm mug of your favorite cider into your hands, “I appreciate all of your advice and help, but I am worried that this is all for naught.”

With a mug in his own hands, Frodo took a seat in the chair across from yours, “Please do not lose hope, Y/N.” He spoke, trying to be reassuring, “Perhaps asking him to help with your garden was not the best recommendation. Since your garden is perfect.”

You nodded slowly, glancing at your rug, “Yes, it was quite awkward, asking him to tend my garden. The expression on his cute, adorable face - one of pure confusion, a slight pout, as he asked me why I asked him for help when my garden could rival his - made my cheeks burn.” You shook your head, “He even told me how pretty my flowers were.”

Frodo hummed, amused by your words, “You are quite taken with him.”

You worried on your bottom lip, staring down at the golden-brown liquid of your cider, “Since the moment my eyes met his, Frodo.” You said softly, a small gentle smile slipped onto your face, “Sam is wonderful… It might sound quite silly, but he reminds me of a perfect Spring morning, fluttering butterflies and- and glittering rainbows…” Your almost love-sick smile slipped as your mind began to race. “But, I am terribly worried, Frodo.” You muttered, Frodo’s smile dropping at your disheartened tone.

He placed down his mug on the small table beside his chair, “What worries you so, my friend?”

You bit your lip once more, casting your gaze to the fire in the hearth, “W-what if he doesn’t see me the way I see him?” Frodo nodded along as you spoke, your rambling growing faster as you continued, but he sat and listened for you. “What if he sees only my kindness, and not the interest within?”

“Y/N,” Frodo finally spoke, his tone calm, compared to your flustered rambling, “You do not need to worry.” He leaned forward slightly, his eyes full of understanding.

You felt your heartbeat slow just a little at his reassuring words, but the doubt lingered. “But what if… What if I ask him to join me for a walk and he turns me down? I do not think I can take the heartbreak. I would have to move, far, far away-”

Frodo smiled warmly, shaking his head. “Y/N. If he wasn’t interested, he would find a way to be kind but truthful. And from what I’ve seen… Well, I’m fairly certain Sam looks at you the same way you look at him.”

You blinked, surprised, hopeful. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Frodo said, ��I believe that it is time for me to head home.” He stood, as did you. The both of you headed to your front door, but before he turned to leave, he gave you some final words, “Everything will work out alright. Sam will be at my hole gardening tomorrow. You can come by then, and I’ll see to it that he takes a well-deserved break.”

You nodded, giving him a small smile, before you shut the door. Letting out a deep sigh, you rubbed your cheek as you thought. Casting your gaze around the room, you made your way to the kitchen. It probably wasn’t the best idea to go and stress-bake, but you really wanted some cookies.

~~~

With your heart and your woven basket in hand, you made your way to Frodo’s home. You tried to pay attention to the sound of your footsteps against the dirt and cobbled path, but the rough beating of your heart, pounding against your chest and ears, was very distracting. You had never done this before, trying to court someone; asking them to join you for a walk. It was nerve-wracking. But you had heard your mother and father speak often about their courtship, how they met, and what your father did to show his interest in your mother.

Their story gave you some hope.

All you had to do was ask him. Plain and simple. Just ask if he would like to join you for a walk. If he rejects you, then you would keep your head held high, and maybe cry when you get home. It was a whole nother story if he agreed to the walk. What would you say, and talk about? Your skin itched at the thoughts racing throughout your mind.

Finally, you had reached the gate. And there, kneeling on the ground, hands digging in the dirt, making room for a new sprout, was Sam. You felt your breath hitch at the sight of him, working so hard, under the beating sun. He raised his hand, rubbing the back of his forearm against his forehead, ridding the sweat, before going back to tending the garden.

“Miss Y/N?” You heard his voice, it breaking you out of whatever daze you were in and immediately making your cheeks flush and your heart burst into a million butterflies; they began to swarm. Sam looked at you, also happy to see you; there was that sweet smile on his face. Oh goodness, he had caught you staring. How long have you been staring?

Your hands tightened on the gate, the skin of your knuckles turning white as you gave him a sheepish smile, “Hello, Sam.” You finally greeted him, and for another moment, you were caught - trapped in the warmth of his gaze, unable to tear yourself away.

"Hello, Miss Y/N," Standing from where he had been kneeling, he more formally greeted you at the gate. “How are you this lovely morn?” He asked, and you shuffled a foot against the ground, glancing away briefly before meeting his honeyed gaze again.

“I- I am well, thank you for asking. I was just… Out for a bit of fresh air. How are you?” You asked, “Seems like Frodo’s garden is coming along wonderfully.”

Sam nodded, his smile brightening as he glanced over at his almost-finished work, nodding, and then back to you, “Yes, it is comin’ alon’ alright,” He said, glancing back at you with a humble grin. “Mister Frodo’s always been particular about his flowers, but I reckon he’ll be pleased.”

You swallowed hard, a noticeable tingle running down your spine as you watched him talk, his lips curving into that familiar, shy smile that always seemed to reach his warm, brown eyes. His soft curls bounced gently as he nodded, and the sun cast a golden hue over his freckled cheeks, making him glow with a simple, wholesome charm.

His hands, covered in dirt from the ground, rested awkwardly at his sides as if he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them. It all made your heart skip in ways you could barely understand and comprehend.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze flicked toward you occasionally, as if he was a bit shy about holding your gaze too long. But when his eyes did meet yours, it was like the world around you both faded, leaving only the two of you in that moment. Samwise Gamgee was so much more than you ever expected - kind, honest, and so utterly humble that it made your heart ache just to be near him.

But now, standing here, your nerves tangled like roots in the soil beneath you. You couldn't breathe for a moment. Were you ever breathing? You had to ask him. You had to. It was either now or never.

“Sam,” You began, your voice softer now, a touch of uncertainty creeping in, “I was wondering…” Your fingers tightened on the edge of the gate again as you tried to gather the courage to continue; unable to meet his curious gaze. “Would you… I mean, if you are not too busy or anything… Would you like to join me on my walk?”

Sam’s eyes widened slightly, and he blinked, clearly surprised by the question. “A- A walk?” He echoed, his cheeks flushing a bit pink. “With you?”

You nodded quickly, your heart racing. “Y- Yes. I thought it might be nice… You know, to get to know each other more?” Hesitantly, you finally raised your eyes to meet his, before you peeled your hands from the gate and opened your basket. You held your breath as you revealed a small bouquet of flowers, bundled together with an orange ribbon. “I also picked these for you. Grown from my own garden. I know that they are not as grand as yours or Frodo’s,” You added quickly, your voice trembling slightly, “But, I thought you might like them.”

Sam’s eyes widened with surprise, and for a moment, he was speechless. His freckled cheeks turned rosy pink, and his heart began to race as he stared at the flowers in your hands, before looking back up at you.

“Miss Y/N…” Sam began, “Thank you. I must say it once more, but your flowers are beautiful.” He went to reach out for them, but stopped, glancing down at his dirt-covered hands. Embarrassed, he quickly wiped what dirt he could from off of them, brushing them on his apron. He then gently reached out and took the bouquet, his fingers just brushing against yours, sending a spark through his skin. He examined the flowers as if they were something precious, his smile growing wider, more bashful. “Well now,” He mumbled, “If you don’t mind my company. I’d be happy to join you, Miss Y/N.”

You felt the tension in your shoulders ease, your heart soaring at his words. “Oh, I don’t mind at all, Sam,” You replied, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “I would like it very much.”

With a hand, Sam quickly untied his apron, before opening the gate and joining you by your side, tossing his apron to rest it over the top of the gate as he shut it. Giving you that grin that could turn you right into mush, Sam offered you his arm for you to take, the butterflies in your stomach began to flutter wildly at the action.

And, from the window, Frodo grinned as he watched the two of you walk down the dirt path, heading towards the nearby meadows, arm-in-arm.

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Playing With Fire - Cooper Adams X Female Reader

Title: Playing With Fire

Cooper Adams X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Riley (Mentioned), his son (Mentioned), Rachel, and a news reporter

WC: 2,926

Warnings: Mentions of murder/killing (none take place), slight change in canon storyline, very brief mention of affairs (none take place), single dad Cooper, arson mentioned, mentioned of mental illnesses, age gap (40's/20's), possessive Cooper (but not too much), nicknames, banter, slightly suggestive, mini angst, italics, and fluff

Cooper Adams had made it out. He had made it out alive and well, and his family - and all the people at the concert, including police and FBI - were none the wiser that he was The Butcher. He'd admit that they indeed made it difficult for him, but Cooper was smart. Intelligent in a way that allowed him to stay three steps ahead of everyone else, usually.

His ability to blend in, to become just another face in the crowd, was unmatched. The persona he had cultivated over the years, that of a loving father, a devoted husband, and a trustworthy firefighter, was nothing more than a well-crafted mask. Underneath it all, the real Cooper thrived in the chaos, satisfying the monster inside him.

He had managed to avoid arousing suspicion, maintaining his calm, collected demeanor even as the authorities closed in on others. He must've blacked out or something, he didn't remember how he and Riley had escaped - well, how he escaped. Riley still had no idea who or what her father was. And he’d like to keep it that way.

But, a week after Lady Raven’s concert, his carefully constructed world began to fracture. His wife thought that he was having an affair; he wasn’t.

The revelation came out of nowhere, after a quiet dinner that was too peaceful to be real. The kids had already gone to bed after devouring their dessert, and Cooper had felt a strange calm wash over him, knowing that his double life was safe. But then that all changed.

“I want a divorce.”

Rachel’s words hung in the air, colder than the untouched dessert of pie in front of him. For a brief moment, Cooper felt as if one of his lives was cracking, a sharp splintering sound reverberating in his mind. The mask he had worn for so long threatened to slip. But, he was Cooper, after all, and he had survived worse. He could gain control over most situations, and he'd gain control of this one. Just a bump in the road.

‘A divorce would be for the best,’ He reasoned with himself. He could play the part of the heartbroken husband, the loving father who still wanted to be in his children’s lives. He’d get sympathy, not suspicion. “Yes,” He said slowly, calculating his next move. “Maybe it’s for the best.”

His wife’s face softened, perhaps expecting resistance, but instead finding a man resigned to his fate. She had no idea she was giving him exactly what he needed.

She moved out, and into an apartment that following month. The divorce was finalized a few months later.

He was supposed to stop, he had planned to end his life, but his kids… He needed to be a part of their lives. This divorce was needed, but it changed his overall plan. And then, on top of everything that was happening, the concert happened.

He didn't know how they knew he was going to be there. His mind raced with the possibilities. But, it didn't matter in the end. He was stepping away from The Butcher’s legacy forever.

Cooper had always been the master of his own fate, and he intended to end his reign as The Butcher on his terms before the risks eclipsed the rewards. He was acutely aware that, sooner or later, the law would close in, or he’d slip up.

Overall, he wanted to step away from being The Butcher, to spend more time with his children. He didn’t want them to grow up with a father who wasn’t there for them.

And he escaped. He escaped, and no one knew he was The Butcher. Not the police, not the FBI, not even his family. Now, it was time. Time to step back, to retire from the darkness that had consumed him for so long. Time to slip back into the life he had built, the life of a father, an ex-husband, a firefighter - an ordinary man of everyday society.

He thought he would just go on with his life - spending time with his kids every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, going to work, and coming home to an empty house. Life carried on as before, just without his now ex-wife. The routine was supposed to be enough, a return to normalcy.

But, then he met you...

A year later, Cooper was at work when the sirens blared - there was a fire at a college dorm. It was just another job, another fire to extinguish. But as he arrived at the scene, hopping out of the firetruck, his attention was immediately drawn to you. You stood a safe distance from the blazing building, wearing worn-out Converse, shorts, and an oversized hoodie; with your college emblem on the back of it.

There was something unsettling about the scene before him. And then, as if sensing his intense gaze, you turned your head and your eyes locked with his. At that moment, something shifted within him. But before he could process the feeling, he snapped out of it and returned to work. Soon, the fire was manageable, and not even two hours later, it was extinguished.

After the flames were put out and the smoke had begun to clear, Cooper found himself drawn back to where you had been standing. He approached you and you looked up at him, and he had a chance to introduce himself. It was a brief exchange, but it was enough to spark a connection. A connection that he hadn’t been expecting.

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Cooper had never expected his life to take such a turn. What started as an unexpected spark at the scene of a confirmed arson fire had blossomed into something deeper. He and you had been dating for a few months, and Cooper found himself surprisingly content. Your presence in his life brought a lightness he hadn’t felt in years.

Cooper often found himself marveling at how well you fit into his world. The age difference seemed insignificant compared to the happiness and stability you brought into his life. It was clear that you weren’t just a fleeting presence. Plus, his kids loved you; Riley had already seen you as a role model.

Yet, despite the joy and contentment, Cooper’s need for control never fully dissipated. His controlling tendencies extended into every corner of his life, including his relationship with you. He needed to know what you were up to when you went out, and he often texted and called you while you were at college, checking in on you with a frequency that some might find overbearing to those outside of the relationship. But you found it endearing. It was his way of maintaining control, of ensuring everything was as it should be.

When you were together, and he wasn't working, Cooper took it upon himself to handle everything as well, often insisting that you relax and not lift a finger. Whether it was managing household chores or planning outings, he was always there, ensuring you were comfortable and well cared for. To him, this wasn’t just about showing affection; it was a means to exert control, to keep every aspect of your shared life under his watchful eye.

Again, you didn’t bat an eye. You understood his need for control and found comfort in the way he took care of you; it gave you a routine. His meticulous nature was just another part of what made him who he was - and you loved who he was - it brought a sense of security and warmth to your relationship that you valued deeply.

His ex-wife, Rachel, never truly understood him. She noticed his obsessive tendencies and his need for control, but she often saw them as quirks rather than deeply ingrained aspects of his personality. She would sometimes dismiss his need for order and control, urging him to 'relax' or 'let things go,' which only heightened his anxiety and need for control. Their relationship eventually strained under the weight of these misunderstandings, leading to a growing emotional distance between them.

With you, you don’t just tolerate Cooper’s need for control; you seem to intuitively understand it. You recognized that his constant checking in, his insistence on handling everything, wasn’t just a desire to take care of you - it was a way for him to maintain a sense of stability in his world that he originally didn't have.

To keep a long story short, there was something about you that captivated him - perhaps because he had never met anyone who seemed to understand him as deeply as you did.

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Keys jingling in the lock, Cooper opened the front door. The lights in the house were dimmed, only a couple of lamps leading to the living room. Shrugging off his jacket, he carefully folded it, placing it on the small table by the stairs; so he could easily bring it upstairs to his closet when he was ready for bed.

Searching, he found you on the couch, typing away on your laptop. Even though you and Cooper had only been dating for six months, he had practically begged you to move in with him. The thought of you staying in the college dorms didn’t sit well with him, especially after the fire that had occurred there nine months ago. It wasn't just the threat of fires that concerned him though; there were dangerous people out in the world - monsters - and the idea of you being so exposed made him uneasy. In other words, he wanted you for himself, and he knew that he was strong enough to protect you, if needed.

Living together gave him peace of mind, knowing you were safe and under his protection.

Looking up from your computer, you gave him a small smile. "Hey, Coop," You began, your voice warm. "How was work?"

Your attention drifted back to your screen, but Cooper knew that there was genuine interest in your question, the way you always cared about the little details of his day. It was one of the things he loved about you - how you made him feel important, even in the mundane moments.

"Busy as usual, paperwork mostly," Cooper replied, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched you. "But, it’s better now that I’m home." He walked over to you. Leaning down, he cupped the back of your head with a hand, placing a kiss on the top of your head before sitting beside you on the couch. "What are you working on?" He asked, his gaze flicking to your laptop screen.

"History," You answer with a sigh, saving your work and shutting the laptop, "But, you're home now, so I guess I should take a break." You joked lightly, placing the laptop on the coffee table.

"Hmm," Cooper hummed thoughtfully, his hand sliding up to the back of your neck as he began to massage it. "You’ve been working hard, sweetheart. A break would be a good idea." His touch was firm yet soothing, a mix of care and control that you’d come to recognize as uniquely his.

You sighed, shutting your eyes, relishing in the feeling of Cooper's fingers working all the knots before running through your hair. "Want to watch something?" You muttered, fluttering your eyes open as he finished his little massage; settling more comfortably against him, tossing your legs over his lap, his hand instinctively resting just above your knee.

"Yeah, sure," Cooper agreed as his free arm traveled down to wrap around your waist. "What do you want to watch?"

"I don’t know…" You trailed off, "We could just scan until we find something mildly interesting."

Cooper nodded, before scanning through the channels. You were half paying attention to the TV screen, more interested in fidgeting with Cooper's hand on your leg. Cooper’s hand was large and strong, the kind of hand that seemed made for the work he did. Solid, capable, with slightly calloused fingers that spoke of years of hard labor. His skin was warm against yours, a comforting presence as his thumb occasionally brushed against you. The veins on the back of his hand were prominent, a subtle reminder of his strength - power - yet the way he held you was tender.

Your drowsiness vanished as the words "Breaking News: Ninth Arson Attack Strikes City, Possibly Linked to Serial Arsonist," filled the room. You straightened up, your attention fully captured by the screen. The images of a blazing warehouse played out in stark contrast to the comfort of the couch, the flickering flames reflected in your wide eyes. The newscaster continued the urgency in her voice. "In a shocking development, authorities are investigating a devastating fire that broke out late last night at a local warehouse, marking the ninth suspected arson attack in the city in recent months. The fire, which quickly engulfed the building, required multiple firefighting units to bring under control. Fortunately, no injuries have been reported, but the damage is extensive, and the warehouse is considered a total loss."

"I was there for that. Took hours to get the fire out." You heard Cooper say, his own eyes watching the scene before him on the screen. “Do you think they'll catch him?”

You hummed softly, "They might, but it’s not going to be easy for them."

The newscaster continued, "-Investigators are working tirelessly to piece together evidence from the crime scenes and are appealing to the public for any information that might lead to a breakthrough in the case. In the meantime, the city remains on high alert as the search for the arsonist intensifies."

As the newscaster continued to report, you leaned back into the couch, your hand stopping its ministrations to cover Cooper’s on your leg. "Well," You said casually, your tone carrying an eerie undertone, "He’s definitely made a name for himself. You know, it’s almost poetic, makes you wonder what drives someone to turn their pain into something so... Powerful."

Cooper glanced over, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Poetic? That’s an interesting way to put it."

You met his gaze, a flicker of something unreadable in your eyes. "Yeah, well, it’s like he’s creating a masterpiece with every fire. Some people just have a way of making their mark, you know? Even if it’s through destruction." As the newscaster’s report droned on, you shifted slightly, your eyes never leaving the screen. You spoke with a casual air, but your words held an unsettling edge. "For example,.. Serial killers and serial arsonists..," You trailed off, your tone almost contemplative, "They're not so different, really. Both are driven by something deep, something they can’t quite control."

There was a pause, and Cooper’s eyes narrowed, staring at the side of your face. Did you know? Did you know about him? And with the way you spoke, so intimately about the mindset of someone who causes chaos and leaves destruction in their wake, felt eerily familiar. It was as if you were speaking from a place of experience, not just observation.

Suddenly, the memory of that night - the night he first saw you at the dorm fire, standing so calm in the face of destruction - came rushing back. The pieces fell into place in his mind.

You weren’t just intrigued by the arsonist’s actions; you were speaking from the perspective of someone who knew all too well what it was like to manipulate fear and destruction. The recognition was there, behind the facade of your own calm demeanor, and Cooper couldn’t shake the feeling that you were hiding a darker truth about yourself.

Cooper leaned in closer, his honeyed gaze intense but measured. He kept his voice low, “You seem to have a pretty deep understanding of what drives someone to create chaos.” His words were carefully chosen, probing but vague, designed to test the waters without directly accusing you. He maintained a steady, almost casual demeanor, hoping to gauge your reaction without revealing his own suspicions; he turned in his seat, facing you, his arm slipping from your waist to rest on the back of the couch.

You met his gaze with a knowing smirk, your eyes reflecting a mixture of amusement and something darker. “Well, not only do I take a Criminal Justice class, but…” You paused smoothly, your voice carrying a hint of playful menace, “I’ve always found that understanding the darker side of human nature can be quite enlightening. After all, everyone has their dark sides and secrets. Some are just better at hiding them than others. Don't you agree, Cooper?" You tilted your head.

‘Yeah… You knew. But how?’ He stared at you, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying a flicker of recognition. “Yes,” He murmured slowly, his dark brown eyes narrowing ever so slightly, “I do agree.”

The room seemed to hold its breath as his hand on your leg moved up, his fingers gripping your inner thigh with a possessive yet tender pressure.

"Well," You began, voice back to its usual lighthearted tone, "I don't know about you, but I am exhausted," You stood from the couch, only to bend down, your hand cupping his stubbly cheek, tilting his head up to meet yours, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, "And I would love nothing more than to snuggle with you."

Yeah… You understood. Cooper looked up at you, his dark eyes softening as he felt the warmth of your kiss.

He smirked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he stood. "Come on, sweetheart, let's get some rest."

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Star-Crossed Lovers - Eddie Munson X GN Reader

Title: Star-Crossed Lovers

Eddie Munson X GN Reader

Additional Characters: The Hellfire Club mentioned

WC: 1,353

Warnings: Teasing, banter, flirting, italics, nicknames, and fluff

The stars seemed so bright. Sparkling and glittering up high in the sky. You thought that maybe, if you reached out, you could grab one.

It was finally the weekend. No worrying about school, or Eddie’s club meetings that you’d join sometimes. Honestly, you loved watching them all play - pure, entertaining chaos, you couldn’t get enough of it really. And, no worrying about any responsibilities except for the dishes you’d need to do tomorrow morning.

You sighed, feeling content as you lay beside Eddie, both of you staring up at the endless sky. Eddie was quiet, his eyes fixed on the stars, their light reflecting in his eyes. There was a calm silence between you, which was very rare, considering Eddie loved to talk; and you loved listening to him talk.

“What constellations do you know?” Your gentle voice broke through the silence, mixing in with the sound of crickets chirping and the soft evening breeze flowing by occasionally.

“Constellations?” Eddie asked, the level of his voice matching yours as he raised one of his hands, pointing up at the sky, “Well, uh, that’s the Big Dipper.” He spoke, circling his index finger in the air in the constellation's general direction. “And that one,” He moved his finger down a bit, “That’s the Little Dipper.” Dropping his hand, he continued, “I used to think they were spoons when I was a kid.” His chuckle reverberated throughout his chest, your head - resting on his chest - shaking a bit as he did so.

“Big Spoon and Little Spoon? I think that is pretty common.” Your eyes drooped every now and then as Eddie’s fingers on his other hand ran through your hair, slow and soothing - drawing his fingers in, and slowly pulling out, strands of your hair lifting in the air before falling back down. You only had one word for his incredibly needed and wanted ministrations; heavenly.

“Yeah, maybe,” He muttered, his hand that had been pointing up at the sky pulled at the grass below the both of you, pulling up blades of grass. “What about you?” He then asked, “What constellations do you know?”

“Oh, a few,” You mused, trying to focus your gaze up at the stars, trying to spot any others aside from the big and small dippers. “You should know, since I have told you about most of them before.” You spoke, only for Eddie to chuckle softly again.

“Yeah, I know.” He paused his blade-pulling, “I just want to hear you say them again.” Eddie's voice was low, almost playful as his eyes glinted with that familiar mischief under the dim moonlight. “I like the sound of your voice, babe.”

“Oh, dear,” You bit your lip briefly, rolling your eyes, “Always such a flirt.”

“Only for you.” Eddie answered back, before the hand in your hair paused, slipping from your hair and his hand suddenly came into view. You watched, biting your lip again to hold in your giggles as Eddie reached out and booped you on the nose. “Now, what's that one with the belt?” He asked, now repeatedly booping your nose over and over again, ultimately making you let out your laugh.

“Orion,” You laughed out, raising your hand from your stomach to take his hand, guiding it right back in your hair; you couldn’t see, but you could almost sense Eddie’s all-knowing smirk appearing on his face at your action. “Well, from what I was told. Orion, confident in his hunting skills, boasted that he would kill every animal on Earth. Upset by this, Gaea - the Earth goddess, I’ve told you about her - sent a scorpion to stop him. After Orion's death, Zeus placed both Orion and the scorpion among the stars as constellations.”

You felt Eddie nodding, “Serves him right.”

You couldn’t stop the smirk from slipping onto your face, “Well, then there is also Camelopardalis.” You said, without a single stutter, the word came easy to you… But to your boyfriend…

“Oh yeah,” Eddie sighed, “I’m not even going to try again with that one.”

“Oh? Camelopardalis?” You clasped your hands together in your lap, growing more and more amused as Eddie sighed dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah. I say it once and you’ll hold it against me until the end of time.” You laughed, raising a hand to cover your mouth slightly.

You grinned, “Well, it is only Camelopar-” Before you could even finish, Eddie once again slipped his hand out from your hair and covered your mouth. And without another thought, you licked his palm.

Eddie froze for a second, then pulled his hand back, “Ew, gross!” He exclaimed, wiping his hand - again, dramatically - on his ripped jeans, but a grin broke out across his face. “Did you just lick me, babe? Wow, I didn’t know we were playing that kind of game.” You couldn’t help but laugh, a leg even kicking up slightly as you held both your hands on your stomach; having a mini laugh-attack. His smirk deepened, adding with a low chuckle, "But licking, babe? Kinda weird, kinda hot.” His hot breath tickling your temple as he turned his head, “I’m into it." He whispered, husky and absolutely making your cheeks flush.

“Eddie!” You continued to laugh, raising a hand to jokingly hit his own stomach, “You’re impossible.” As your laughter died down, you and Eddie both slowly slipped back into that comfortable silence, Eddie returning to play with your hair, and you returning to pointing out constellations. “One of my other favorite stars is actually on Orion’s shoulder. It’s called Betelgeuse.” You spoke, your tone returning to a more soft one as you raised a hand to point at the supergiant star.

Eddie said nothing, only raising his free hand to join yours in the sky. Slowly, his fingertips ghosted up along the back of your hand, before he intertwined his fingers with yours. You sighed, watching the moonlight glint off of his many rings, feeling an overwhelming wave of absolute adoration and love wash over you in that moment. Eddie took your hand into his, pulling it down to brush kisses along the back of your hand, his lips gradually moving to pepper more kisses to your wrist and the soft skin of your knuckles.

“Keep going, babe,” You then heard him mutter in between his many, many kisses.

“I don’t think I can keep going,” You spoke, almost breathlessly, your heart racing with every gentle touch of his lips against your skin.

“Just what I thought - my kisses have left you speechless!” He teased, rubbing his chilled nose against your hand, “I guess I should be flattered that I have this kind of effect on you.”

Worrying on your bottom lip, you suddenly shifted. Raising, and turning, you pressed your not-currently-occupied-hand onto the grass beside Eddie’s head; propping yourself up as you looked down at him. ‘So handsome.’ You thought, tilting your head slightly. ‘My Eddie Spaghetti.’

Eddie's smirk softened slightly as he noticed the way you were looking at him, and he could feel his heart begin to race. The warmth of your gaze - flickering across all of his features - made him feel vulnerable yet exhilarated. After a quick moment, your eyes finally met his, your voice coming out as a soft whisper, both in meaning and volume, “You always have that effect on me, Eddie.” Eddie’s cheeks burned at your confession, leaving him a bit taken aback. With his dark eyes searching yours, there was a want to reach out and trace the curve of the bridge of your nose, or your jaw, or even brush along your cheeks. But, Eddie just raised his hand, his fingers gently weaving through your hair as he pulled you closer.

The distance between you vanished, his nose briefly bumping against yours before his soft lips molding with yours. The kiss was tender and intimate, his lips brushing against yours in a sweet, lingering caress. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in that moment.

And in that moment, you wished for nothing more. Just you, and Eddie, together beneath a canopy of stars.

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Author's Note - 11/8/24

Okay, I just can't help myself. I am posting fics right now...

#cute #fluff #x reader #slight angst #fanfiction #fanfic #x female reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader

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Humans And Mutants - Chapter 10 - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: It's All A Lie

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Jean, Scott, Kurt, Ororo, Charles, Magneto, Mystique (Mentioned), Pyro (Mentioned), Stryker (Mentioned), some of the children (Mentioned), and Mutant 143

WC: 982

Warnings: X-Men canon violence, X-Men canon storyline, brief mention of death/killing, italics, slow burn, and angst

(Sorry, if this series is a bit odd, I made this in 2018)

Ororo stared at Jean in agony. She then turned to the children, to the other X-Men, and then to Nightcrawler, who then spoke, “But, Miss Ororo…” He began, only for them all to look at her. From the look on her face, they all knew there was no debate.

“Get to the helicopter.” Ororo said to Cyclops.

Cyclops nodded, and Nightcrawler wrapped his arms around Ororo, and closed his eyes. “You have five minutes before I come in after you.” Logan said to Ororo, who nodded, her lips pursed.

“Our Father who art in Heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom comes, thy will be done, on Earth…” Nightcrawler whispered, then they both disappeared. They then reappeared and discovered themselves on the platform behind Charles in the Cerebro of Mutant 143’s vision. Nightcrawler stared in awe at the room, and the billions of white lights that were twisting above. Dark Cerebro’s hum was getting faster and faster, while the white lights brightened even more. “... As it is in Heaven.” Nightcrawler finished his prayer, in awe.

At the same time, the hum echoed throughout. Stryker pulled on the chains that were binding hom and felt the effect of Dark Cerebro pulling on his mind. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Then he heard a voice, “Mr. Stryker. How good to see you again.” Magneto spoke as Stryker lifted his head up to see both Magneto and Mystique. “It seems that we keep running into each other.” Swiftly, the chains wrapped around Stryker’s throat, strangling him; he was choking. “Mark my words, it will never happen again.” Magneto finished.

Later in the helicopter, Magneto sat next to Mystique. She pushed a button, and the propellers began to spin. She was about to pull back on the stick when she looked outside. Magneto turned to meet her gaze, his eyes narrowed curiously. Outside the helicopter was Pyro, alone, flicking his lighter open and closed. Magneto looked to Mystique for guidance, she had no answer. Magneto reached out and opened the door, and with a smile and a nod, Magento stretched his hand out as an offer to come aboard. Pyro hesitated, but then put his lighter into his pocket. He walked to the helicopter and joined them silently. The helicopter then took off, flying high into the sky. Magneto, Mystique, and Pyro; the new ally.

The little girl glanced up to see Ororo and Nightcrawler at the very end of the platform behind Charles, and just as they made eye contact, Ororo yelled, “Professor!” Her voice was as soft as a whisper against the sounds of Cerebro and the hold that the little girl had on Charles’ mind.

The platform between the little girl and Ororo started to stretch to near-infinity. The platform was so long that it looked like an endless highway expanding into a void. Cerebro was massive, the aspect was completely off. The rotating globe seemed to be the actual size of the Earth.

“I hear them… But I can’t find them.” Charles looked about with the help of Cerebro but saw nothing.

“Then increase the signal.” The little girl said stubbornly. He closed his eyes again, concentrating. The droning got louder. In the back of the platform, Ororo was running towards Charles but made no headway. The little girl suddenly appeared in front of her and glared. “Stay away.” She spoke, glaring at the women.

Ororo took another step forward anyway, against the little girl’s demanding words. The platform between her and the girl suddenly broke and fell into the abyss, creating a massive chasm between them. Ororo looked into the chasm, then closed her eyes and continued walking forward. Nightcrawler was completely terrified.

“This is just an illusion. You can't fool me. It’s all just a game.” She spoke. She stepped forward, unafraid. Her foot stepped into the abyss and she fell, screaming. Nightcrawler's tail reached down and grabbed her, pulling her back up onto the platform with him. The room rocked by the sound of another explosion. The illusion quickly fell, then re-aligned itself. The girl flashed into Mutant 143 and back again. The lights were getting brighter, the hum was getting louder and louder. Back at the control panel of Cerebro, Charles looked around, still unable to find anyone. “Professor!” Ororo yelled, her voice was very faint in his ears and mind.

Ororo and Nightcrawler looked up and saw the panels on the ceiling raining down. Ororo looked at Nightcrawler and glanced back at Charles. Nightcrawler quickly enveloped his arms around her and they disappeared, reappearing in-between Charles and the girl. The girl stared at them angrily.

“Ororo. I was just trying to find you.” Charles spoke, still unknowing of what was really going on.

“Professor, you have to stop Cerebro now.” Ororo said, desperate for it all to end.

Charles smiles, “I’m just locating the others… And showing our friend the mutants of the world.”

The little girl smiled as Charles looked up at the billions of white lights. “These aren’t the mutants of the world.” Ororo said, leaving Charles confused and bewildered once more. “Professor, none of this is real. It’s an illusion. You have to see beyond it.” Ororo explained, trying to snap him out of it.

The little girl moved to Charles’s side. “Don’t listen to her, she’s lying!” The little girl yelled, now desperate.

“Professor! Who is this girl?” Ororo pleaded with Charles.

Charles continued to smile, “She’s a student.” Charles answered, as if it was a fact.

“You know every student in the school. Which one is she?” Ororo asked, gesturing to the child. “This is an illusion, Professor. You’ve been inside it for far too long.”

The girl's eyes quickly changed, one blue and the other green. Charles thought hard. He looked up to the white lights and back to the girl. Realization crossed his face. “Jason...”

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This Is Halloween - Bruce Wayne X Female Reader (ft. Batfam)

Title: This Is Halloween

Bruce Wayne X Female Reader (ft. Batfam)

Additional Characters: Damian, Jason, Dick, Tim, Alfred (Mentioned), Wally (Mentioned), random old lady, children (Mentioned), and Talia (Mentioned)

WC: 3,958

Warnings: Can be imagined as any Bruce Wayne (I just chose Bale, cause I love him), very brief mention of violence, brief mention of death/killing, italics, teasing, banter, references, nicknames, Reader is called 'mom' 'ummi' and 'ma,' Reader is mentioned to wear a dress, very brief mention of blood, good ol' family fluff, and fluff fluff

Walking down the long candy aisle, you tossed bag after bag into your shopping cart. Tomorrow night was Halloween, and you needed to be well-prepared for the horde of trick-or-treaters that were going to stop by the Wayne Manor to try and snag some treats and full-sized candy bars. Everyone knew that Bruce Wayne and his wife were mighty generous, the latter more so - especially when it came to Halloween.

It was your favorite holiday after all.

But, you weren’t alone. Damian followed right beside you, quiet as always. He stayed close, never straying too far from the cart - despite you telling him that he could wander around the aisle if he was getting bored.

Honestly, you didn’t know why he insisted on coming with you, knowing full well that you were getting Halloween candy. You hoped that he was just curious about the holiday, or he wanted to spend more time with you, but you didn’t really know when it came to Damian.

Really, it looked like he was bored; there was a small frown on his face and everything. But, normally there was always a frown on his face… So…

Stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his pants, he turned to look up at you as you continued to smile, humming along to the Halloween song that was playing from the store’s speakers; throwing bag after bag into your cart. Which was growing pretty full at this point, and kind of heavy to push but you powered through.

“What is the point of this holiday?” Damian suddenly spoke up, eyeing you as you paused, grabbing a giant bag of assorted Jolly Ranchers.

“Well,” You began, smiling down at your youngest son, “Do you want the original lore or what the holiday means nowadays?” You asked, and Damian pursed his lips.

“Both.”

Nodding, you continued on with your candy shopping, “Alright, well,” You worried on your bottom lip momentarily, “A long time ago, people believed that spirits could come back to the world on Halloween. So, they’d light big fires and dress up in costumes to scare them away.” You glanced down at him, seeing that his eyebrows were furrowed, “Over time, it just turned into this fun holiday where we dress up and go door-to-door for candy. Nothing really spooky about it now - just good fun.” You shrugged, unable to stop the big smile from forming on your face, “It can be spooky though if you watch scary movies, or go to some haunted house attraction or something. But those kind of end up being more fun than actually terrifying most of the time too.”

Damian turned his nose up, “Ummi, I don’t understand how any of that would be considered fun.” He huffed, rolling his eyes, “It’s childish.”

Pausing your cart, you looked back down at him with a small smile. You knew Damian never really had the chance to be a kid, to act like a kid, to go and experience all the fun things that kids usually experienced. He was born and raised to be an assassin. He never got to play, never got to imagine, or learn how to be a kid.

When you came into Bruce’s life, and in turn, the kids’ lives two years ago, Damian was still such a young boy. He had no idea what being a kid was like. He didn’t know - but was beginning to understand - that the world offered more than just going out killing someone or beating someone up.

“Well, it is a holiday where mostly children participate,” You reasoned, trying your best to hide your amusement as the look of disgust spread across his face at the thought, “I understand that you had not grown up with it, and I understand that it does seem very childish…” You trailed off before continuing, “But, I think… If you are willing this year… That you should at least give it a try.” You shrugged once more, making Damian look up at you with a small glare. “And if you don’t like it, then you don’t have to do it next year. If you do not wish.”

Damian’s brow furrowed further, his lips curling in disdain. “Why should I care for such ridiculous traditions?” He snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. “Parading around in costumes for candy? It’s beneath me.”

You bit back a smile at his reaction, the typical arrogance still so present despite how much he had grown since you first came into his life. “I know you think it’s pointless,” You said calmly, “But it’s not just about costumes and candy. It’s about taking a moment to step away from the seriousness of the world. It’s about fun.”

“Fun,” Damian repeated, his tone laced with sarcasm.

“Yes, fun,” You nodded. “And you’re still a kid, Damian. You deserve to have a little bit of that, too.” Seeing that he was staying silent, you continued, “If you will allow it, can I show you what Halloween is really all about?” You offered, keeping your voice calm, yet hopeful.

Damian held your gaze for a long moment, clearly considering the idea - you had half a mind to think that he was always curious about the holiday, especially since most of the family loved the holiday. Finally, he let out a sigh, followed by a small, reluctant nod, “Fine. But if this turns out to be as pointless as I think, you owe me.”

You smiled, nodding, knowing this was a big step for him - a step out of his comfort zone - “Deal. I think you’ll be surprised.” You placed the last candy bag into your cart, “Do you want to go to Spirit Halloween? We can find you a costume, and one for me, too. You can help me pick, if you like.” You began walking towards the checking counter, “Your father has decided to not participate in Halloween this year, which sucks because I already bought our costumes, but hey,” You shrugged, glancing down at Damian with a mischievous grin, “That just means that there is more candy for you, me, and your brothers.”

Damian’s mind whirred with determination upon hearing your words. This holiday was obviously very special to you, and you seemed disappointed that Bruce had decided to forgo Halloween this year. He pursed his lips, a plan slowly forming in his mind.

~~~

Later that evening, Damian found himself standing outside of Bruce’s study, staring at the closed door. Raising his hand, he knocked briskly, “Father.”

“Come in,” Bruce replied, and Damian stepped inside. Bruce looked up from his desk, hunched over a stack of papers, “What is it, Damian?”

“Why are you not dressing up for Halloween with Ummi?” He cut straight to the point - like with most things.

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I have a lot of paperwork to finish for Wayne Enterprises. It’s not that I don’t want to-”

“You always say that family comes first,” Damian interrupted, his eyes narrowing, “Isn’t this family time?”

Looking down at the paperwork on his desk, he hummed, Bruce paused, a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes. “Well, I guess I could finish this later.”

“You can,” Damian spoke curtly, “Good night, father.” He then left the study without another word, shutting the door behind him.

Bruce smiled to himself, staring at the door, “Good night, Damian.”

~~~

“Jayjay! I haven’t seen you in forever! You really need to come and visit me more often.” You exclaimed, hugging Jason tightly as he chuckled, hugging you back.

Resting his head against your head, he let out a sigh, “I saw you last week, ma,” He spoke, already dressed in his costume, “I’m glad to see you though.” He admitted, stepping back to look around the main entrance, “Where is everyone?”

You waved your hand randomly in the air, “Somewhere. D arrived before you, and Tim before him since his college is nearby. And Dami might be in his room, probably changing into his costume.”

At that, Jason raised an eyebrow, “Damian is coming with us?” He asked, shocked, “Did you bribe him or something?”

“I convinced him,” You emphasized, grinning as Jason just rolled his eyes, his grin matching yours.

“Of course you did.” He murmured, shaking his head, “This is going to be a disaster.”

You huffed, giving him a short look but before you or Jason could say anything more, Dick rushed out from the hallway that led towards the kitchen; wearing his ‘The Flash’ costume. Something that he and Wally had come up with to do together for some party after trick-or-treating; Wally was going as Nightwing, and Dick was going as The Flash. You thought it was quite funny.

“Mom, Tim needs help or something.”

You raised an eyebrow, “He needs help?”

Dick nodded, “Yeah, he may or may not have tried to bake last-minute cookies. He made chocolate chip ones, and then somehow managed to burn them to the point that we could probably use them as hockey pucks in the winter.”

“Why didn’t you stop him?” Jason asked his brother, only for Dick to cross his arms.

“I was busy doing something else.” Jason’s face scrunched up into a look of disbelief at his words, but you just rolled your eyes.

Hearing a loud crash from the kitchen, you turned back to your two oldest boys. “I’ll be right back. And please be nice to each other, you two. Send your father this way if you see him!” You called out to them as you speeded towards the kitchen.

~~~

True to their word, about thirty minutes later, Bruce was sent to the kitchen, where he found you helping Tim with his burnt cookie disaster. Turning around, you froze, eyes wide for a split second before placing the burnt cookies on the counter and brushing off your cookie crumb hands. You were in shock, seeing Bruce all dressed up in his striking Hades costume that you had bought him two months prior.

He wore a long, flowing black velvet robe that cascaded down to his feet, with subtle purple accents. And, underneath, he had on a fitted black tunic that highlighted his strong build, paired with dark fitted pants. A belt with intricate silver detailing cinched his waist, featuring motifs of skulls.

On his head was a silver crown shaped like twisted branches, giving him a royal yet ominous presence. He even wore the blank strapped sandals you bought him.

“Bruce…” You trailed off, your mouth agape as he left you speechless.

Bruce stood there a bit awkwardly for a moment before clearing his throat, “I believe you wanted to see me?” He asked, reminding you that you had been wanting to speak to him.

“Oh, yeah,” You swallowed thickly, “I… I was going to try and convince you to dress up… But it seems that you’ve already changed your mind.” You muttered, a bright smile growing on your face as you simply admired your husband at this point.

He adjusted the neckline of his costume, “Yeah, you should ask Damian about that.” He confessed, and your smile softened, your heart warming at his words. “I feel very awkward.”

“Dami convinced you?” You asked, and Bruce just gave you a small, knowing smile. You let out a sigh before freezing once more. Looking down at your Halloween-themed hoodie and sweats, you cringed. “Oh! I have to get dressed!” You stumbled over your own two feet, pressing a kiss to Tim’s temple, who had been trying to hide his snickers from the whole situation happening before him. Pausing beside Bruce, you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, “You look oh-so very handsome, my love.” You assured him lovingly, but quickly, and before he knew it, you had sped out of the kitchen, leaving him with a snickering, and very amused, Tim. But, your sweet words did help him somewhat.

“Did Damian really convince you?” He asked, and his father nodded as he crossed his arms. Shaking his head, Tim smirked, “You’re getting soft, old man.”

~~~

“I swear, if Damian takes any longer, we’re going to miss the entire trick-or-treating window,” Jason grumbled, dressed in his V costume from ‘V for Vendetta.’ He leaned against the banister of the main stairs, arms crossed, the mask's strap looped over his arm. “What’s he doing up there anyway? Practicing his scowls?”

Dick chuckled, “Maybe he’s trying to find the right shade of brooding to match his costume.”

“And what about you?” Jason shot back, rolling his eyes, “You’re going to run out of breath from all the speedster puns.”

Tim, dressed as The Doctor from ‘Doctor Who,’ glanced over his sonic screwdriver with a teasing smirk, “At least I’m not stuck wearing spandex.”

Bruce, in his Hades costume, tried to maintain some semblance of authority as he interjected, “Can we focus, please? I’d like to enjoy this night without all of you bickering.”

“Awe, c’mon, B! What’s a little banter among brothers?” Dick grinned, nudging Bruce playfully. “Besides, you’ve got a whole ‘dark lord of the underworld’ vibe going on. It suits you.”

Just then, at the sound of footsteps, all four of them turned their heads towards the top of the stairs; the banter ceased, and the air filled with a mixture of awe and shock. You descended down the stairs, your Persephone costume shimmering under the lights of the mansion.

You wore a flowing, floor-length dress in soft shades of lavender and pastel pink. The fabric draped elegantly over your figure, with delicate layers that swayed gently as you moved. A fitted bodice showcased your silhouette, adorned with intricate floral embroidery that spiraled around the neckline, resembling blossoming vines.

Your hair perfectly framed your face, and on the top of your head, was a crown of flowers - daisies, roses, and lilacs. The crown sat perfectly upon your head, exuding an ethereal charm. Your eyes sparkled with mischief and bright joy, making you look just like the Goddess of Spring and Queen of the Underworld. The sight left Bruce momentarily speechless as he admired the absolute beauty before him.

“Wow, mom,” Tim’s eyes were wide with surprise, “You look like you walked straight out of a myth.”

Jason huffed with faux annoyance, “Great, ma won Halloween again.”

Dick sighed, clapping Jason and Tim’s shoulders, “Yep, better luck next time.”

Your heart soared at their reactions, a wave of pure happiness washing over you. “Thank you, my boys.”

Bruce, however, remained quiet, his expression softening as he took you in. The corners of his lips twitching upward ever so slightly. “You look beautiful,” He finally said, his voice low and sincere. The pride in his eyes was unmistakable.

You let out a sigh, your own expression softening a bit, “Thank you, Bruce.” You walked over, adjusting his collar a bit, “And thank you for dressing up. It means the world to me.” You added, before leaning up to press your lips against his in a gentle kiss. As you pulled away, the sound of exaggerated groans filled the air.

Jason immediately made a face, scrunching up his nose in mock disgust. “Ew, not in front of me!” He exclaimed, dramatically turning his head away.

Dick laughed, shaking his head as he fanned his face dramatically. “I think I just lost my appetite for candy!”

Tim pretended to gag, leaning against the banister for support. “Can we please keep the PDA to a minimum? I still have to look at you two tonight.”

Bruce merely raised an eyebrow, a small, amused smirk tugging at his lips as he watched the chaos unfold. “You all are the ones making it a spectacle,” He replied, trying to maintain his composure.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the brothers' antics. “Alright, alright! Enough, or we’ll never get out the door,” You chuckled out, your cheeks slightly flushed. “Now, where is my Dami?”

Before anyone could answer, you heard a loud huff from the stairs. Looking up, you gasped silently, clasping your hands together at your chest.

Damian stood at the top of the staircase, dressed in a classic Dracula costume. A long, black cape draped over his shoulders, its interior lined with deep crimson fabric. The cape was fastened at his throat with a striking brooch.

His attire beneath the cape featured a crisp white dress shirt, its collar dramatically high. A fitted, white vest, and tailored trousers completed the look, giving him an air of aristocracy that was unmistakably vampire. His dark hair was slicked back, highlighting his piercing green eyes.

Jason, leaning against the wall, couldn’t help but chuckle. “Look at you, Dracula! All dressed up and ready to suck the fun out of Halloween.” He teased, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Dick then chimed in, “I wish I had my camera. I didn’t know we were getting a special guest from Transylvania tonight!”

Tim, always the quick wit, added, “Just don’t let him get too close - he might actually try sucking our blood or something.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at Jason, Dick, and Tim, his expression darkening slightly, “Your pathetic attempts at humor are more laughable than your costumes. If you continue, I might just find a way to steal all of your candy that you get tonight.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Bruce’s authoritative voice spoke up.

As the teasing subsided, you felt your eyes burn with happy tears. You made your way over to Damian, your heart swelling with appreciation for his efforts. Kneeling before him, you looked up at him with a smile.

“Damian,” You spoke softly, “Thank you for dressing up. I promise that you’re going to have fun tonight, so don’t worry, okay?”

He looked at you, his expression softening just a fraction, “I suppose it is more bearable with you.” He replied, his tone still carrying that hint of stoicism.

“Just stick with me, and I promise you’ll enjoy every moment.”

~~~

The air was crisp and filled with the sweet scent of autumn as you, Bruce, Damian, Jason, Dick, and Tim strolled down the sidewalk of a beautifully decorated neighborhood in Gotham. Colorful lights adorned the houses, their yards filled with Halloween decorations; skeletons, blow-up decor, and those styrofoam tombstones. Groups of children scampered around, their laughter mingling with the rustling leaves.

Alfred, dressed in his usual Butler attire - though, he claimed that he was dressed as Wadsworth from the movie ‘Clue’ - was stationed in one of Bruce’s cars, waiting for the six of you to arrive back in the car to drive to the neighboring neighborhood; he wasn’t bored, he was probably playing Candy Crush on his phone or something.

Jason, ever the competitive spirit, dashed ahead with Tim and Dick, challenging each other to see who could reach the next house first. Speedrunning the trick-or-treating. While, you walked at a leisurely pace beside Bruce and Damian.

Damian stuck close to you, his empty Halloween bucket that he begrudgingly picked out at Spirit Halloween in his hands. His gaze was mainly focused on the other children as they ran excitedly to their next house, Halloween buckets or pillowcases in hand. You noticed him observing their antics, his brow furrowed in contemplation as he stopped walking.

“You’ve got this, Damian,” You encouraged gently, “Just think about all the candy you’ll get.”

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, uncertainty evident, “It seems trivial.” He muttered, but his eyes betrayed him, watching as a group of kids ran up to a house.

“Want me to show you?” You asked, “And then you can do it by yourself when you feel comfortable?”

Bruce watched the interaction silently, seeing how patient you were with Damian. You were always so patient with his boys, but especially with Damian. You had always been this way, nurturing and supportive, a steady presence in his and his boys’ lives. He had so much love and gratitude for you.

Damian hesitated but then looked up at you, “Fine.”

“Alright then, let’s go get some candy!” You said with a smile, leading him towards the house before you, Bruce stayed back on the sidewalk, watching with an adoring and approving smile. As you approached the door, you turned to Damian. “So, ring the doorbell, and when they open the door, you have to say ‘trick or treat.’ Then, they’ll put some candy in your bucket, and then you can say ‘thank you.’ Easy-peasy.”

Damian took in your words, nodding a short curt nod, before raising his hand to ring the doorbell. The door swung open shortly after, revealing an older woman.

“Oh, hello, young man.” She smiled, “That’s a wonderful Dracula costume you’re wearing.”

You looked down at him, placing your hand on his shoulder for support as he brought out his bucket, “Trick-or-treat,” He stated, and the woman’s smile widened as she reached into her large bowl of candy; your youngest son watching as she dropped a good, mighty handful of candy into his bucket. “Thank you.” He added, almost too quickly, his shoulders relaxing a little more.

The woman chuckled softly, “Oh, you are very welcome! Happy Halloween!”

As the door shut, Damian turned to you, a hint of pride creeping up in his voice, “I did it.”

“I am very proud of you.” You exclaimed as you both walked back down to the sidewalk, where a very proud Bruce stood. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Rolling his eyes, though, the smallest of smiles tugged at the corners of his lips. “It was tolerable.” He replied, his typical Damian tone returning.

“Well, let’s get some more candy. Don’t want your brothers to outdo you.”

Damian straightened, “I won’t allow that.” He declared, and with a new vigor, he stepped confidently toward the next house; you and Bruce followed behind, watching as he started trick-or-treating on his own.

Bruce glanced down at you, a soft smile forming on his lips. “You really have a way of bringing out the best in him.”

“Damian just needed a little encouragement,” You replied, watching as he confidently approached the next house. “He’s got a good heart underneath that tough exterior.” You smirked lightly, “Just like his father.”

Bruce mimicked your smirk, huffing, his gaze focused on Damian as he rang the doorbell at the next house. “Thank you for always being there for him… For all the boys.” He said, sincerity clear in his voice. He wrapped his arm around your waist, drawing you closer to him.

“Of course, Bruce,” You leaned into him as you both walked down the sidewalk. Damian sped ahead towards the next house, giving Dick, Jason, and Tim a run for their money. “The boys - and Alfred, of course - mean the world to me, just as you do. I love you all so, so much.”

“They love you too. And I love you too.” He leaned down to mutter. You hummed, shutting your eyes briefly as you raised your hand, cupping Bruce’s cheek as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “So,” He sighed out, returning his attention to his children, “Do you think we should implement the parent’s candy tax this year?”

“Let’s figure that out when we get home.” You laughed out, envisioning the lighthearted chaos that awaited you.

As you continued down the sidewalk, you watched Damian dart from house to house, his confidence growing with each ring of the doorbell, and knock on the door. He was gradually gaining on Jason, Dick, and Tim, who were playfully nudging each other out of the way as they grabbed candy from a bowl on someone’s porch.

This Halloween was going wonderfully, and you had a feeling there would be many more like it in the future.

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Halloween Cookies - Beetlejuice (Musical) X Female Reader

Title: Halloween Cookies

Beetlejuice (Musical) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Lydia (Mentioned), Laria (OC), Bryan (OC), Mabel (OC) (Mentioned), Michael (OC) (Mentioned), Ruby Rose (OC), and random partygoers (Mentioned)

WC: 5,917

Warnings: Musical Beetlejuice, and Beetlejuice in general, teasing, banter, flirting, suggestive, italics, movie references, cursing, mentions of death, very brief mention of blood, nicknames, Reader wears a dress, mood ring hair, mini angst, and fluff

"When are you gonna start paying attention to me..?" Beetlejuice trailed off with a whine, watching as you rolled out some cookie dough on the floury counter. "Babe!" He continued when you didn't even look up at his outburst.

"I am trying to make cookies, Beej," You spoke, voice slightly strained from adding pressure to the rolling pin. "You know the Halloween party is tonight. I need to get these done." You wiped your face with the back of your hand, smearing flour on your cheek. "I've been putting these off for far too long."

He sighed and leaned against the counter, arms crossed across his chest as he looked at the many Halloween-themed cookie cutters on the counter beside him. "Yeah, well, this wasn't exactly what I meant by spending time together, babes." The demon huffed before speaking again, eyes narrowing as he focused on the side of your face, "And I don't understand why I can't come with you to this party." He continued to pout, acting like a toddler who was told they couldn't have candy.

You returned his gaze, giving him a 'don't start crap now' look. "Beetlejuice..." You lightly threatened, making the demon huff again, turned to look away from you, and you did the same, returning to your cookies. "First off, we spent all day cuddling and having a ‘Friday The 13th’ marathon, among other things...” You gave him a glance, “Secondly, I know you want to have fun, especially tonight, it being Halloween and all…" You pushed away from the counter, walking around Beetlejuice to grab a handful of cookies cutters; but, before you moved back to the rolled-out dough, you stood before you ghoulish boyfriend, "And you know I love you, and trust you," Beetlejuice looked at you, his pout still upon his face, his green eyes softening.

"But..." He trailed off, knowing that there was indeed a 'but'.

"But, I know you, Beej, I know that if you come with me... You'll cause some- uh, maybe not-so welcomed chaos, and possibly scare my friends to death."

His green eyes stared at you before he looked away suddenly, "You don't trust me." He stated and you shook your head.

"Beej, I do. But, I know you. You are BJ after all. I know causing chaos is kind of your thing." Cutting out the last cookie from the dough, you sighed, "I would love to bring you with me. My friends have been asking about you. My mysterious, secret boyfriend." You looked over at him, seeing that he was still turned away, his spiky hair turning a shade of purple-ish red. You bit your lip, seeing how much this was upsetting him.

Thinking about it, yeah, there was a pretty high chance that if you brought Beetlejuice to the party with you, he'd do something, but there was also a chance that he wouldn't do anything... Too chaotic. But that was just Beetlejuice, that was what he liked to do. It made him happy to see the fear in people's eyes, their shock, the reaction to his horrific pranks. He liked the attention.

But, if you left him at home, he'd grow bored pretty quickly. He was almost like a cat in a way sometimes, wanting attention or knocking random things off counters… And maybe he wouldn't even heed your words and just show up, that was a whole other thing. Or he'd leave and cause chaos around town. Maybe even scare a few, poor trick-or-treaters. You hated the idea of leaving him all alone. Ever since the moment you met the ghoul, he'd been stuck to you like glue. And, honestly, you'd been stuck on him too. But, again, you felt terrible. You hated seeing your demon upset.

Wiping your hands on a dish rag, ridding the flour from them, you moved in front of him. Quickly, he moved his gaze to the ground, his chin pressing into his chest, a pout still on his lips. Raising your hand, you gently cupped his bearded cheek, brushing your fingers through the coarse hairs as you bent down to move into his line of sight that had been aimed at the kitchen floor. His eyes reluctantly met yours, having no place else to look - unless he closed his eyes - you gave him an apologetic smile.

"Beetlebaby," You cooed, the nickname rolling off your tongue, one that usually made the demon melt into a puddle of green goo; sometimes even literally. You noticed the corner of his lips twitch, "I'm sorry," You went on, "You can come with me to the party tonight if you want to."

The demon raised an eyebrow, lifting his head, as did you, returning to your full heights. "Really?" He was skeptical, "I can go?" The more he spoke, the more you could see the excitement reappear in his eyes.

"Yeah," You nodded, your thumb brushing along his bearded cheek, "Just as long as you don't, you know, cause too much trouble. Like, please don’t force people to dance against their will or make your eyes cry blood, okay?"

"Oh, baby!" He reached out to you, cupping your cheeks with his cold hands and landing a somewhat slobbery kiss to your lips, before pulling you into a giant bear hug; jumping up and down with you in his arms. "When is the party? What are you wearing? We can match! I can meet your friends! They'll be so jealous when they see the two of us!"

All the while, during his rant and hug, you couldn't help but chuckle fondly, though slightly strained as he let go of his hug. "Actually, I had this idea for a costume, but since you're coming with me..." You trailed off, narrowing your eyes at him playfully. "Why don't you choose for us? Just nothing too… Uh, too risque."

Letting out his signature - almost maniacal - laugh, he snapped his fingers; making you worry slightly. Instantly, a swirling cloud of green smoke surrounded you in a 'poof' and as it faded away, you found yourself dressed in your new Halloween costume.

The dress was a floor-length gown of deep black silk that fit closely to your figure. It then flared out at your knees, it even featured a low - but not too low - neckline; in a 'v' shape, and the sleeves ended just above your wrists. The fabric draped gracefully, creating a smooth, uninterrupted line from neckline to hem.

Just looking down at yourself, you knew exactly what, or who, you were dressed as. The style of the dress was a mix between Morticia Addams’ dress from the 'Addams Family' movies and the old, black and white TV show. It was perfect.

Looking up from admiring yourself, you noticed that Beetlejuice had also changed. Instead of his tattered black and white suit, he traded it for a classic suit with dark pinstripes - a perfect tailored fit. He even included the matching vest, a white dress shirt, and a bow tie. His outfit was completed with a pocket watch and black and white wingtip shoes.

His costume wasn’t even tattered; another surprise.

He looked amazing, and different in an incredibly good way. He looked so handsome and dapper. As you admired him, Beetlejuice tried to slick his hair back like Gomez Asdams’, licking up the palm of his hand and sliding back his - back to green - hair, only for it to almost cartoonishly pop right back up to its original state.

Letting out a small giggle at his antics, he looked up, his green eyes darkening as he 'subtly' eyed you up and down; taking his time ogling you. "Damn, baby!" He exclaimed, wiggling his fingers as he reached out for you, grabbing your waist, "You might be hotter than Hell itself. Rawr.” He grinned, his pointy teeth showing.

You bit your lip as a few giggles erupted out of you at his words, feeling a heat rise to your cheeks as you also tried to ignore that he just said ‘rawr’ out loud. "Thank you, Beej. You look great too. You even cleaned up nice too."

“Hey! How very rude of you. I did this all for you.” He pouted with faux sadness, before continuing, “Aside from the slander,” The grin on his face quickly returned, "I know how much you love 'The Addams Family.' The moment I watched it with you, I knew you'd look killer in that dress." His hands on your waist wandering down to your hips. “And I was right~” He sing-songed, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “If I wasn’t already dead, you would’ve killed me, baby.”

Shaking your head, you let out a sigh, feeling your heart run a mile a minute. You loved how he remembered your favorite things, interests, and hobbies. "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you." You fawned, looking back at him, only for his grin to widen.

"Oh," He began, his hands leaving you only for one of his hands to take one of yours. Leaning down slightly, he brought your hand to his smirking lips, keeping the intense eye contact. "I have a few ideas, cara mia." He murmured seductively as he began to pepper kisses upon your hand, all the while, you couldn't help but giggle; his beard tickling you. “You know, babe, we could always skip the party... Who needs all those other breathers when we could have our own private Halloween party right here?” He paused from kissing your arm, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve that are way more fun than bobbing for apples and head-banging to Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’.” He added before returning to his Gomez-esque kisses up your arm and traveling onto your shoulder.

Feeling the familiar pull of his mischievous charm, you huffed, amused, “As tempting as that sounds, Beej,” You teased, “I’ve got a reputation to uphold. And I’m pretty sure skipping out on my friend’s party would raise a few eyebrows. Especially when I've told her I was coming.” Feeling his disappointed groan reverberate against your neck, you continued, "And, I've got to put these cookies in the oven," You muttered, your voice soft as he pulled you into his chest, his lips danced across your neck as you spoke; still trying to sway you, your hands wrapped around his waist. "The party is three hours away and I still need to bake and decorate them."

Pulling away reluctantly, you felt his fingers digging into the fabric of the dress, pulling you impossibly closer into his chest once more; your hands lifted, your fingers fiddling with the collar of his new suit. "Fine, I guess we can go, but first, Mr. Beebleboose wants some sugar."

You smirked, "Come and get it."

~~~

Closing the plastic green lid on the container full of your homemade Halloween cookies, you quickly slid the container further towards yourself once you caught sight of Beetlejuice's greedy, wiggling fingers creeping towards it in your peripheral.

"No cookies until we're there, Beej. And please don't eat all the food at the party. You need to leave some for everyone else." You gave him a look before you headed to the door. He pouted, but said nothing as he floated close behind. “I just really hope someone - aside from you - eats my cookies this year.” You muttered, mostly to yourself, already 'poofed' in shoes - from when your boyfriend ‘poofed’ your dress on you - you grabbed your car keys from the small, black and white snake tray Beej made you, on the table near the front door.

“Why wouldn’t those breathers eat your cookies?” Beetlejuice asked, only for you to shrug, grabbing your phone.

“Someone always brings a few boxes of those sugar cookies. You know, the ones that usually have the pink icing, and the sprinkles. Everyone loves them, and I do too, but I am not too sure that people are going to flock to my cookies if those are available.” You tried not to sound too disappointed, but you had a feeling that people weren’t going to eat your cookies, especially since there would be a lot of other snacks there, “It’s fine though. In the end, there will be more cookies for you when we get home.”

Narrowing his eyes slightly at your words, gears began to turn in his mind before he spoke, "You know I could just teleport us there," Beetlejuice spoke up, only for you to shake your head, jingling your keys on your finger.

"Nope, I'm driving." You exited the house with him before locking the front door and heading to your car parked in the driveway. "Let me make you my passenger princess."

"Teleportation is quicker." He muttered, and with a huff, his hair turning pink at his hairline from your teasing words. With another huff, he teleported himself into the passenger seat, making you roll your eyes, a smile on your face.

The ride to your friend's house wasn't too long of a drive - especially when your ghost with the most was screaming out the lyrics of every song that popped up on the radio. Your friend lived just outside of town, in a somewhat more populated area. When you pulled up to her house, you let out a sigh, seeing all the parked cars sitting on her front and side lawn, and seeing the colorful lights flickering in the windows.

"Alright, I'm gonna warn you." You began, turning to your ghoul of a boyfriend, "My friends all mean well, but they might ask you and us a lot of questions."

Beetlejuice let out a 'pfft,' "Not a problem, babes! Everyone will love me!” But before he could even teleport out, you stopped him, grabbing his hand.

"Beej, what am I supposed to call you? Not that I don't love your name, but for one, I can't say your name. I don't want to call you something that could, uh, send you away or something."

Beetlejuice blinked at you, momentarily caught off guard by your thoughtfulness. A brief flash of something softer crossed his face, but he quickly masked it with his usual smirk. “Aw, you thinkin’ about lil’ ol’ me, huh?” He tried to brush the soothingly warm feeling off. “Alright, alright. For the sake of blending in at this little shindig, how about you call me ‘Lawrence’.” He winked.

“‘Lawrence’? That was pretty quick. You already think about this or something?”

Beetlejuice shrugged, “Well, it was the name my mother gave me. So I thought it would work.”

Your eyebrows raised, “Really? Then where did the B word come from?”

“It's my middle name.”

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head fondly, “Well, I think ‘Lawrence’ works perfectly. And not to mention, I kind of love it.”

You noticed his green hair turning a bit pink again - he loved the way you said his name - he let out yet another maniacal laugh, teleporting himself out of the car, suddenly standing outside the driver's side door. Opening the door for you, he offered his hand out to you, his grin wide, "Cara mia,"

Taking his offered hand, you returned his grin, "Mon cher."

Walking up to the front door, you felt a wave of excitement and nervousness wash over you as you rang the doorbell; your free hand tightening your hold on the cookie container pressed into your side. Though, with Beetlejuice's hand in yours, you weren't as nervous as you usually were when going to events and parties. You weren't the biggest party fan, but you loved Halloween and Halloween parties.

Letting out a breath, you felt Beetlejuice squeeze your hand gently, gaining your attention, "You got his, babes." He muttered, his words calming your heart slightly. “We'll knock ‘em dead.”

"Thanks, Beej… But, hopefully not literally." You murmured out a small chuckle, giving him a hopeful look to which he grinned just as the front door opened.

"Oh, my gosh! You’re here!" You heard the host - your best friend, Laria - exclaim, and squeal. Your head snapped away from Beetlejuice, and your smile grew - not only at the sight of your friend, but because she was dressed as Elle Woods from ‘Legally Blonde’, in her iconic pink outfit. All she was missing was Bruiser. "And you actually brought your boyfriend!" She continued, before she turned her attention to Beetlejuice - well, 'Lawrence’ at the moment. "She's told me so much about you! Well, not a lot. Y/N's always been pretty secretive when it comes to relationships." She waved a hand in the air, before gesturing for the two of you to come inside. "Party has already started. Oh! And you brought your cookies! The snack table is by the kitchen, feel free to grab something to eat or drink!"

Entering, you could practically feel Beetlejuice buzzing with anticipation, his hand in yours was twitching. You knew that he was just itching to do something. His green eyes were flickering from one thing to the other; from DJ dressed as Mikey the Ninja Turtle - who happened to be Laria’s cousin - with the loud speakers playing Halloween-themed music.

The party lights were casting different colors on the small dance floor in the middle of the living room, where the many, many partygoers were talking, dancing, eating, and drinking. And lastly, his eyes landed on the table near the kitchen with all of the snacks; covering in cookies, chips, fruits, and even a cracker and veggie plate. Again, you could see how much he was holding himself back, his mind was probably overflowing with chaos-filled ideas.

Finding yourself in the living room, you spotted several familiar faces; Laria's older sister Mabel, who was dressed as Jack Skeleton from ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’. Then you spotted another familiar face; your other friend, Ruby Rose, who was currently engaged in conversation with two others you didn't recognise. You even saw Bryan, from your college days, who was drinking with Laria's boyfriend, Michael, who was dressed just in a Sonic The Hedgehog onesie. Other than that, there had to have been more than thirty people crammed into the small house that you were now standing in. You were just so glad that no one had decided to wear one of those giant inflatable dinosaur suits.

"So!" Laria began, speaking a bit loudly to be heard over the loud music, "Aren't you going to introduce your boyfriend to me?" Her tone was playful; all of your mutual friends had been dying - no pun intended - to meet your mysterious boyfriend ever since you told them you weren't single anymore. And out of all of them, Laria was the one that seemed the most interested? Excited? Yeah, she was excited.

"Oh, yes, Laria,.." You began, tugging Beetlejuice's hand gently, pulling him into your side a bit, gaining his attention, "This is my boyfriend, Lawrence. I finally convinced him to take a day off work to join me." You rambled out, almost slipping up, but it seemed Laria didn't even notice, and if she did, she didn't say anything.

Her bright eyes widened, turning to Lawrence with a curious smile, "Really? Lawrence, it is nice to finally meet you. My name is Laria. Y/N and I have been friends ever since high school." She then continued, "What do you do for work? And on Halloween of all nights?”

As Beetlejuice began to open his mouth, you interrupted him, "Oh, he's a mortician." You said without missing a beat, and Beetlejuice's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Yeah, I’ve got a killer job, ya’know? Business is always dead, but hey, my clients never complain!" He winked, clearly enjoying the morbid joke, chuckling darkly; creepily almost.

Laria blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his dark humor. She let out a nervous laugh, trying to play along, though a bit unsure. "Well, that’s... Spooky and definitely one way to look at it!" She said, her smile slightly strained but polite. She glanced at you, her eyes questioning but amused, as if trying to gauge whether this was just his usual sense of humor or not. You answered her question with a playful roll of your eyes, and an amused smile of your own; Beetlejuice loved his dark jokes.

"Well, I don’t know about you lovely ghouls," Beetlejuice announced with a grin, reluctantly letting go of your hand as his eyes zeroed in on the snack table, "But I am absolutely dying for a snack!"

Before you could say anything, Beetlejuice took the plastic container of cookies from your other hand and zipped over to the snack table.

"So..." Laria began, glancing at Beetlejuice before returning her gaze to you, "Morticia and Gomez Addams?”

You nodded, clasping your hands together, “Yeah, his idea.”

Laria nodded her head slowly, her eyes narrowing, still amused, “Was it his idea to go the whole… Undead Gomez Addams route?”

Taking a second to understand what she meant, you quickly nodded back, “Oh yeah,” You let out a nervous sigh as you answered, “He's one for the dramatics and, you know, being a bit extra and unique.”

Laria raised an eyebrow, her curiosity evident. "He's... Definitely something," She said, her tone teasing but not unkind. "I can see why you’ve kept him under wraps. Quite the character, huh?"

You chuckled, nodding. "Oh, no, yeah, he is a handful, he always keeps things interesting. But that's not why I didn't introduce you or anyone else to him sooner." You tried to explain, "You know how I am..." You paused, searching for the right words. "I wanted to make sure this was serious before introducing him to anyone. I really care about him, Laria. He’s... Different, but in the best way. He makes me feel like I’m truly myself when I’m with him."

Laria’s teasing expression softened as she saw the sincerity in your eyes. She could tell from the way you spoke, the way your voice caught just a little when you spoke about him, that this was more than just a casual fling or something that'd end in a month or two. "I can see that," She said gently. "It’s written all over your face. I’m happy for you, really. If he makes you this happy, that’s what counts.”

Your eyes wandered over to Beetlejuice, who was still at the snack table. He looked over at you, his green eyes catching yours from across the room. A toothy grin spread across his face as he gave you a playful wave; wiggling his fingers and eyebrows in that charmingly mischievous way of his.

The sight of him - the red, green, and purple lights hitting him perfectly, reflecting off his hair, accentuating his features, caused you to lose focus slightly - leaving you breathless. You could barely breathe, your heart pounding rapidly, your eyes transfixed on him.

Unbeknownst to you, all the while you were admiring Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice was admiring you.

How could he not? You were perfect, gorgeous, and everything in between.

As Beetlejuice glanced over at you from the snack table, a surge of admiration - surprisingly soft for someone like him - washed over him. You were the absolute picture of perfection, standing there with the party lights casting a warm, flattering glow on you. Your smile, that radiant, effortless smile, made him feel like a total sap, and he was loving every second of it.

He was holding back from pulling any of his classic Halloween pranks, like turning the punch bowl into a bubbling cauldron of gooey, green slime or making the fog machine go rogue and fill the entire room. Or even forcing everyone to dance like some eighties’ rom-com. But you said not to do that. He didn't want to upset you, nor did he want to upstage his own dazzling date. Not tonight.

Beetlejuice’s smirk grew as he thought, his eyes leaving you briefly to glance around at the partygoers, 'You know if they only knew what I was really capable of, this party would be one for the history books. But no, I’ve gotta play nice. Gotta let them see the softer, mushier side of me. Or at least the side that doesn’t turn the turtle DJ into a human jack-in-the-box.'

He returned his gaze to you, watching as you began talking to more of your friends. 'And speaking of soft and mushy,' He mused to himself, 'You looking so damn perfect tonight, I’m practically bursting at the seams with how much I want to pull you close and kiss your pretty little mouth, taste the sweetness of your lips and-'

He licked his lips subconsciously, and raised one of your cookies to his lips as a small group of three partygoers walked over to the snack table, laughing at something one of them had said. He gave them the side-eye, listening in on their conversation while also noticing that all three of them had reached out for the cookies. And just like you had said, they each grabbed a few of those store-bought sugar cookies with the orange and green icing.

Beetlejuice stared down at the snack table, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. Your nice, homemade, Halloween-themed cookies - that were absolutely delicious, and to die for, might he add - had been overlooked and ignored. He didn’t understand it.

Death-glaring down at those sugar cookies, he wondered why someone would ignore your perfectly wonderful cookies for something so… Seemingly bland in creativity. You had spent a good hour decorating your cookies. For him, it was an injustice. The nerve of some people…

The familiar tingle of mischief coursed through him, and Beetlejuice grinned, getting an idea.

"How did you two meet?" Ruby Rose asked, dressed in her Halloween costume; Barbie's skater outfit from the Barbie Movie, having replaced the neon yellow, roller-blades with neon yellow high-tops. You, Laria, Ruby Rose, and Bryan were standing near the dancefloor, catching up since it had been a while since the four of you had been all together, and boy, did they all have questions for you.

"Oh, uh, through a mutual friend." You struggled slightly with answering, though it was true. You did originally meet Beetlejuice through Lydia.

"Ooooh! Have you gotten to ‘I love yous’ yet? Who said it first?" Ruby Rose then asked, hopping up and down slightly, her hands clasped at her chest; her eyes practically shimmering.

You let out a sigh, biting down on your bottom lip, "He did." You muttered, but they heard you, your three friends 'aweing' as you thought back to that night.

It was movie night - watching a cult classic movie - when he just blurted it out. You could tell that he was nervous, a sight that you weren't used to seeing in the demon. He didn't really get nervous. After he blurted it out, he tried to laugh it off, but you knew that he meant it; his usually green hair was bright pink.

You were shocked, pleasantly so, speechless for a moment, but said it back. For a moment, you thought that you had broken him. The pink color in his hair deepened, spreading down onto his beard, the shoulders of his striped suit, and tie.

But, before you knew it, he ‘popped’ out of the room; teleporting away. Only later did you realize that he probably left because of how vulnerable he was feeling, not knowing how to fully express himself, and even possibly the shock of it all. And you understood.

But, it didn't take long until he was back to his chaotic self. And ever since then, Beetlejuice made it his mission every day to make sure you knew how much he loved you.

"Aside from the dark jokes and somewhat erratic personality..." Bryan began, breaking you out of your thoughts. He was dressed as Thor from the MCU. He took a sip of his drink from his red solo cup, "What else is he like?"

“Besides the dark jokes and his erratic personality?” You echoed, trying to find the right words to paint a picture of Beetlejuice without revealing too much. “Well, he's just got this power to make anything exciting. Like, the dishes for example. I hate doing them, but he can just turn terribly boring chores into something fun. He's also incredibly charismatic. And very passionate about what he likes to do.” You smiled as a few core memories popped up, “He's also protective, but not in the bad way. He's very loyal and devoted to a fault. He also just loves doing things for me.” You shrugged, feeling your heart warm as you thought more about the love of your life. "And despite his quirks, he’s got a really good heart, and he’s sweet, in his own unique way.” You pressed a hand to your cheek, letting out a small laugh, "I could continue on for hours, just talking about him..."

Ruby Rose tilted her head, a fond smile appearing on her lips. "What about his hobbies? What does he like to do, aside from being a mortician?"

“He’s into a bunch of offbeat stuff - like, he’s got this thing for classic horror movies and old-school rock music. And he’s really into creating these elaborate, almost theatrical surprises for me. Sometimes I come home after a hard day at work and I just find a giant box of chocolates on the kitchen counter or a bunch of flowers." Half of that ending statement was true. Beetlejuice loved to give you gifts, he just - not to beat around the bush here - liked to give you more unique items.

Instead of chocolates and living flowers, well... You'd sometimes come home to dead roses in your vase. Beetlejuice had even once gifted you what he called, 'The Essence Of Chaos,' which was just a small vial on a keychain. Inside, it was just glitter, in different colors, but Beetlejuice swore it was the secret ingredient to his own brand of madness. Then there was even a day when Beetlejuice gifted you a distorted mirror. Like one of those mirrors you’d see in fun houses. Beetlejuice just loved seeing you laugh at the funny faces both you and he would create with it. He called it your 'true chaotic self' mirror.

Most people, if they knew, would probably think his gifts were a bit odd and maybe even creepy at times, but you thought that his gifts just showed you how thoughtful he was. He never gave you thoughtless gifts, that's for sure. To you, these gifts were perfect because they were from Beetlejuice.

Every time you saw the dead roses on your kitchen counter, or caught a glimpse of yourself in that warped mirror in the hallway, it was a reminder that he was always thinking about you, always finding ways to bring a little bit of his world into yours, and make you smile.

At your words, Ruby Rose sighed, "That's so romantic..."

Nodding, Laria spoke, "Yeah, he sounds really great. I bet he wouldn't hesitate to do anything for you."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head lightly. "Trust me, he’s already convinced me of that." You stated, chuckling.

Just then, the 'Monster Mash' was replaced with the alluring strains of Santana’s "Black Magic Woman", and the atmosphere in the room shifted subtly. The hypnotic guitar riffs and deep, mesmerizing rhythm filled the air. From across the room, back near the snack table, Beetlejuice’s eyes lit up with mischievous delight, his usual grin widening into a more confident, more knowing smirk as his gaze landed back on you.

Beetlejuice sauntered over to you, his signature smirk stretched across his lips as you turned your head, your attention on him. With a dramatic flourish, he extended his hand, “Ready for a little spellbinding dance, babes?”

'Speak of the devil...' Your heart fluttered as you bit down on your bottom lip. "We’ll catch up with you three after?" You asked your friends, and they waved you off, nodding, catching a glimpse of their amused expressions before being pulled over to the small dancefloor.

The crowd's chatter faded into the background as he guided you to the center of the room, his movements exaggerated and theatrical. As the song’s rhythm took hold, Beetlejuice's dance style was a curious mix of seductive and eccentric. He twirled you with flair, his gestures grandiose and also a bit clumsy.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to master a series of spins and twirls. Despite the clumsy moments, there was something undeniably charming about the way he danced. His eyes never left yours, filled with a playful glimmer that made your heart race.

As the song approached its final notes, Beetlejuice’s movements grew slower, more deliberate. With a grin, he pulled you close, and twirled you out, back in, and over-exaggeratedly dipped you; his hand sliding down to rest on your thigh. Your leg lifted gracefully up to his waist, and you found yourself gazing up at him, the world narrowing down to just the two of you.

But, immediately, you grew suspicious. "Beej," You trailed off, your tone soft but accusatory as he pulled you back up. "What did you do?" You asked, briefly glancing around the room, only to see that nothing was out of place, and no one was screaming. Yet.

Beetlejuice’s eyes twinkled as he leaned in closer, barely containing his giggles. “I did something,” He whispered with an almost child-like tone.

You narrowed your eyes. “I know you did something. I can tell, you’re very obvious. What did you do?” You pressed, waiting for his answer.

Before he could respond, a series of exclamations erupted from the partygoers around you.

“Why is there a sugar cookie in my hair!?” Someone shouted, bewildered.

“Seriously! I found one in my pocket! But it's covered in this weird green goo!” Another person called out, pulling the cookie out with a look of confusion.

“Who put a cookie in my cup?” A third voice demanded, holding up the soggy cookie with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

Beetlejuice’s laughter bubbled up uncontrollably. “Well, it looks like my little plan worked!” He said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. “I might’ve hidden the sugar cookies in all sorts of places.”

You stared at him, wide-eyed with realization. “You did what?”

“Yep!” Beetlejuice grinned triumphantly. “I figured if people were finding cookies in their hair and drinks, they’d have to eat yours instead of the bland store-bought ones.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation hitting you as you watched the confused partygoers rummaging through their pockets, drinks, and hair. “You’re unbelievable,” You said, shaking your head with a grin.

Beetlejuice chuckled, pulling you close. “And you love me for it! Sometimes a little chaos is just what a party needs. So, I guess bringing me was a good idea."

"Of course, I love you," You cooed, cupping his bearded cheek that was tinged pink, though you doubted anyone else would notice in the dim light of the party. He leaned into your touch, practically purring; there was a rumbling in his chest. "And thank you for sabotaging the corrupt cookie cartel."

Beetlejuice’s eyes sparkled as he gazed at you. “Ah, anything for you, babes!” He then gave a theatrical sigh. "Now, let me show you just how much I appreciate you and your amazing cookies.” He said in a funny, posh accent before he gently grabbed your face with both of his hands and brought you in for a sloppy, yet passionate kiss.

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