#and maybe seeing the new beetlejuice

[catboyjorts]

Ah, man. I was looking forward to doing so much stuff this fall but now we're stuck at home until spring basically 😔

[verfound]

Finding it absolutely hilarious that maybe a week before the release I was seeing this news article freaking out because "Beetlejuice and Lydia?! Together?! Can you believe some people support this?! Gross!!!!"

And now we have an entire movie proving he's never stopped pining for her, official accounts toting it as a love story, and Winona Ryder - Lydia Deetz herself - saying she's Team Beetlebabes all the way.

She kept the freakin' cake topper.

It's a good day for some vindication 😂

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, Beetlejuice

“killing children is illegal right?” I asked as I slammed the door. Beetlejuice appeared with a pop. He looked at me for a second before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“I mean are we talking your own or someone else’s?” He asked, flopping on the couch. “Because if we’re talking your own, we’re gonna have to get to work on that first.” Beetlejuice grabbed his crotch and squeezed, raising his eyebrows seductively at me. I rolled my eyes and smacked his shoulder.

”don’t make me send you back.” I pointed a finger at him. Beetlejuice held up his hands in surrender.

“alright. Alright.” He said. “But unfortunately yeah it is. Why?”

“why?” I asked with a laugh. “Did you not see what happened? I know you were there. They destroyed the display. They scared the scare actors. And I swear to god one of them had a real knife!” Beetlejuice nodded with a frown. “If that doesn’t warrant it then I don’t know what does!”

“honey…don’t get mad…” Beetlejuice said, getting up and holding his hands up again. “But I think you should take a nap. Maybe things will be better later.” I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

“I can’t beej.” I shook my head. “I have to fix the display and…”

“hey. Leave it to me.” Beetlejuice put his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll take care of it. Make a few calls.” Beetlejuice kissed me softly, making me hold onto his shirt slightly. “Trust me.”

“I guess I could…” I said, brushing my hand through his hair.

“good. Good. Good.” He muttered. “I got this babe. Call in the finest contractors the underworld can offer.” I nodded as I headed off to bed. The next morning, I woke up to Beetlejuice sprawled out on top of me.

"Beej." I groaned as I climbed out from under him. He jolted awake and blinked at me sleepily.

"Wha?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and turning to snuggle into the pillow more. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to stop suffocating me in my sleep." I teased, poking his ass as I headed into the bathroom. "What time did you get in last night?" There wasn't a reply so I assumed he went back to sleep. Shrugging to myself, I quickly showered and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. "Shit." I muttered when Beetlejuice looked up at me from his spot at the table. "Warn a person why don't you." I mumbled as I went about making myself breakfast. Beetlejuice slid a cup of coffee over to me with a small smile.

"What are you doing today?" He asked, sipping his own coffee. "Aside from me of course." I rolled my eyes as he chuckled at his own joke.

"Checking on the display. Seeing where you left off and finishing putting it back together." I shrugged. "Why? Did you have something planned?" Beetlejuice shook his head.

"When did you want to go?" He asked, voice surprisingly soft.

"How about after we eat?" I asked. Beetlejuice nodded, getting up and kissing me softly. "What has gotten into you today?" I laughed as he sat in my lap. He shrugged, smiling at me.

"Aside from the fact I'm dating the most wonderful breather ever?" He asked. I smiled at him and cupped his cheek. Beetlejuice kissed my palm. "I think I have a new appreciation for you after working most of the night to get the display back up. All the work you put into it. All the work you are still putting into it with the scare actors. All of it."

"Oh." I felt my cheeks heat up at that. "Well...I mean..." Beetlejuice kissed me.

"Don't sell yourself short sweetheart." He whispered. "You did a lot of good work and you deserve the praise." I nodded, accepting that he would keep going until I let it go. We ate breakfast like that, Beetlejuice sitting in my lap and trying to make me laugh so hard milk came out of my nose. He nearly succeeded but stopped when I gently shoved him off my lap. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and the dishes were done. I stood up as he popped over to the bedroom. "Hurry up and get dressed. I wanna show you what I did." He rocked on his heels as he waited for me to get dressed. When I finally exited the bedroom, he took my arm and transported us to the display.

"I still hate that." I mumbled as I grabbed his arm to try to steady myself. "Always makes me feel weird." I shook my head to try to fix whatever it was I was feeling. Beetlejuice chuckled before covering my eyes. "Ah man! Come on Beej! I'm already unsteady and now you wanna do this crap?" I was slowly walked further into the park before he lifted his hands.

"Ok. Now look." I opened my eyes and my jaw dropped. "I know it isn't exactly the same but..." I turned around and grabbed his tie, pulling his towards me. Beetlejuice squeaked before his hands settled on my hips. I kissed him as hard as I could, trying to put all the raging emotions I was feeling into it.

"Fuck me Beej." I breathed out when I pulled away. Beetlejuice gave me a shit eating grin and a wink before turning to look at the display. "I love it. I can't wait to show everyone." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and smiled.

"Yeah? You really like it?" He asked, voice going soft at the end.

"It's amazing Beej." I breathed out. "Now give me a tour." He nodded happily before leading me around the work he had done.

[the--blackdahlia]

NSFW Alphabet (Beetlejuice x Fem Reader)

So this is the first time I've ever done one of these, so just go easy on me please.

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

He's got to have a smoke after the act is done. Prefers it when your head is lying on his chest. You also wouldn't think he'd be a cuddler, but he surprises you every day.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He is a leg man. He's said and shown it a couple of times. He loves seeing you in short skirts. He's also been known to buy you the see-through leggings for when you're at home. (He enjoys all your parts but a good pair of legs really does it for him)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will cum anywhere. On you, in you, down your throat. It doesn't matter as long as he gets to cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets off on the idea of shrinking you down and fucking you in the model graveyard.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Well, he's over 600 years old, so he's been around a time or two. He absolutely knows what he's doing, and loves learning new things that didn't exist when he was alive.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes it when you ride him. He gets to hold onto your thighs, watch your breasts, see your face. But he is also down for missionary when he wants to be in charge. But he's perfectly find just laying back and letting you do the work.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sex is probably the only time he is serious. He wants to focus on the pleasure. Now afterward, it's like a dam opening up and he goes back to being a little shit.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well just looking at him, he does not manscape, but you convince him to at least trim. It definitely does match the drapes, and he's damn proud of it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

When you two are together, he can be the most romantic man. He whispers sweet nothings to you when he's in that moment. You know you're in for some true lovemaking when he brings you roses. They might not always be alive, but it's the thought.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He most definitely jacks off, especially when you two are apart for a while. He might use your psychic connection to watch you. Think phone sex but with better reception.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He 100% has a daddy kink. He loves it the first time you slip up and call him daddy, and he just keeps it going. Also maybe a bit of a voyeur. He has spied on you a few times in the shower. Keeps him going until he can get his hands on you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom, his desk in the call center, the model. Anywhere he can have you, he will.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It does not take much to get him going. You could be reading to him and it turns him on. Everything about you does that to him. But the biggest thing is when you get angry. One time, you were cussing up a storm about your boss and your job and he could've came right there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't really like to hurt you. If he accidentally does, it derails the entire thing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

The man doesn't have to breathe, so he is great at giving. He literally could go down on you for hours if you would let him. And he's never going to turn down a blowjob from you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the situation. If he has a job to do, it will be fast and rough, pinned against the wall, on the couch, wherever. But if he has the time, he will spend literal hours worshipping your body.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is totally okay with a quickie. Any chance he gets to fuck you is a chance he's going to take. A little time with you is better than nothing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Since he's constantly learning the newest trends over the past 600 years, he is definitely down to experiment. But sometimes an old classic goes a long way.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Without having to really rest, breathe, or eat, he can go as long as you can, and sometimes even longer. He can be quick when he needs to be.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a collection of like, medieval sex toys. He doesn't use them on you, mainly because you won't let him. But he loves watching you use your modern ones, and will even take over controlling them. And when you introduced him to the joys of Bluetooth vibrators, he thinks he's finally found heaven.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to wait until you're busy with work, then use your psychic connection to tease you. You can feel his lips on your neck, or his fingers pinching your nipples. You can feel his hands all over you, even though he's nowhere in the room. And he will do that until you summon him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's just loud enough for you to hear. Growls, deep moans, right in your ear. He'll call you baby girl, or another pet name, but only for you to hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He absolutely goes wild when you wear his suit jacket. Even if he drapes it over your shoulders when you're cold, he just can't resist you. To the point, you found lingerie in the black and white stripes. You have to keep buying it because he rips it off you to get to you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He has to sit like a whore because he is absolutely packing. He is thick and long, giving you the perfect stretch.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a lot of time to make up for. So his sex drive is super high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't need to sleep, but he will lay there quietly while you sleep. Sometimes he lets him at least pretend he's asleep, as long as he gets to lay by you.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

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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Main Masterlist | Beetlejuice The Musical Masterlist

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Beetlejuice's Backstory and the Black Plague 💚🕷️🥀💀 PART 2

Hello, hellooo! I’m thrilled that so many of you enjoyed my previous post! 🎊 This is the second part of a series dedicated to the Black Plague era, BJ’s past life, and other movieverse theories.

If you missed it, here is PART 1.

Warning: This post contains SPOILERS for Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (2024) and many, MANY speculations.

In the previous segment, I analyzed various pieces of evidence and concluded that Beetlejuice was:

definitely a plague survivor.

possibly a monatto by profession (though this is still debatable).

most likely Italian, living in Italy during one of the historically significant outbreaks in European history.

However, we still haven’t addressed the million-euro question: Which plague outbreak did he live through when he was alive? And the reason I avoided this question until now is that it’s basically impossible to tell for now. Here’s why:

Reason number 1. The two most notable outbreaks in Italian history occurred in 1350 and 1630. However, after the first incident, the disease reappeared in smaller epidemics every few years across Europe. Additionally, upon rechecking my sources, I discovered three more significant outbreaks:

in 1658, mainly affecting Naples.

in 1749, confined to Sicily and Calabria.

the very last one, in 1815, affecting the Bari area (Noicattaro)

After these outbreaks, the disease seemingly disappeared from Italy for good, which is great news but leaves us with many possibilities.

Reason number 2. In both movies, Beetlejuice has repeatedly proven to be an unreliable narrator. This means we can’t take his origin story at face value.

For instance, his claim of being over 600 years old completely contrasts with the clothes he and Delores are wearing in the backstory sequence. That style of fashion is typical of the Baroque period, which flourished from the early 17th century until the 1750s.

To keep it brief: Beetlejuice’s neckband, his three-piece suit, and Delores’ outfit visually suggest that the backstory is likely set in the 17th century and definitely did not occur before the 16th century.

On top of that, consider that Tim Burton navigated various historical periods throughout his filmography: think about Sleepy Hollow, Sweeney Todd, Alice in Wonderland, Big Eyes, and Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. I believe that it’s unlikely that historical inaccuracies were unintentional.

For context, here is what Beetlejuice and Delores would wear if their story was actually set in the Middle Ages, around the 1300s-1400s:

…not quite the same impression they give during the backstory, is it? And lace cravats were invented in the 1660s. This fact alone is significant because:

It would suggest that Beetlejuice is actually 'younger' that what he stated: Personally, I believe he might be around 300-400 years old. However, this is just an approximation, and I might be wrong.

It would imply that the backstory he narrated and showed us might be a lie (partially or entirely).

Or… perhaps he lied earlier about being 600 years old, but the backstory is the actual truth? Maybe he never learned to count properly… who knows?

My point is that there’s no way to discern what is true and what isn’t. All I can do is analyze what I see with my own eyes, hoping to find some answers. And yes, this means that, in PART 3, I’m going to delve into historical fashion, in unnecessary detail.

But that’s fine, I enjoy making sacrifices for this team. 😀

Until then, have a fantastic week! ✨

[cosmicpearlz]

yours for the time being |5|

summary: what happens when your academic rival of years proposes an offer of fake dating? pure chaos.

pairing: gryffindor!jude bellingham x slytherin!reader

a/n: it’s taken a while for me to write this but thank you for being on this series journey with me! enjoy my loves <3

a typical saturday night. aka the day where the famous slytherin parties take place. most nights it was for winning matches and others, it was just for the hell of it. the common room decorated in various halloween decor. the group deciding last minute to have a costume party. taking the idea from the muggles and what they do to celebrate the holiday.

"you look smoking hot," pansy whistles at you, as you made your way downstairs. your costume being a vampire. a mini black dress and a black velvet cape with dark red platforms to match the fake blood that dripped from the side of your lips.

"so do you love!" you clapped for her sexy cat costume.

"i think we all look good," draco chips into the conversation.

"you're literally dressed as a wizard. talk about no originality." draco rolls his eyes at theo's statement.

"simplicity is way better than over doing it."

"you didn't put any effort into it," blaise says and stares at the slytherin boy as if he had grown two heads.

"haters are my motivators," draco said, as he walked away to finish putting more snacks and drinks out. it was amazing how much alcohol you guys managed to sneak in.

theo dressed as cupid. supporting the red wings and having the heart bow and arrow. blaise was dressed as beetlejuice. even having his hair spray green and having the exact face paint. you loved that your friends went all out. well minus draco.

"let's pregame this shit and see where the night takes us," pansy yells, not that she had to, but she wanted to get her point across. you guys cheered and each grab a shot to throw back. you missed the way theo, blaise, and pansy smirked at each other. it was going to be a long night.

-

jude felt stupid. why had he let his friends convince him to go to a slytherin party. the gryffindor boy hadn't spoken to her in weeks and now they both were going to be in the same vicinity. 'maybe we still would have been together if i didn't hurt her feelings'. is all he could think about. maybe he would've been by her side right now and maybe just maybe they would've had cute matching costumes. the boy was dressed as a vampire. the top hat and the stupid cape. he decided to put fake blood on the white button up shirt instead of having it on his face.

"you ready mates?" harry shouts for jude and ron. the other gryffindor boy dressed as captain america. ron dressed as spider-man.

"i'm ready to drink to my heart's desire."

"jude, you made that sound incredibly depressing," hermione says, coming down from her side of the common room. she dressed as a fairy. a matching costume that she wanted to do with luna.

"well lets get to it. don't wanna be late," jude mumbles, already walking towards the common room door. he was nervous to see her. what costume would she be wearing? is she as miserable as he is? did she even miss him? will she be wearing that sweet vanilla perfume that drives him crazy? his mind runs a million thoughts.

-

the party is in full swing. everyone holding a cup or two and dancing to the music. your friends had been sneaking glances at each other all night. not that you were really paying attention. too focused on the guy in front of you. a handsome ravenclaw that was about jude's height. maybe a little shorter than him. you know what they say, to get over someone, you must get under someone new. although, you were comparing the boy in front of you to the boy that secretly held your heart.

"so, i found it crazy that we were able to spot a group of doxies. in the middle of spring, right before-" every word fell upon deaf ears, as you watched harry, ron, hermione and jude walk in. suddenly, you felt sick. matching costumes with the one person who you avoided. ever since that day, nothing was normal.

"excuse me," you didn't wait for him to respond, walking away immediately to get a drink. taking a red cup, you poured yourself a drink and downed it. going for a second before pansy stops you.

"you alright love?"

"jude is here."

"why don't you wait in our dorm room? just take a breather really quick," you nodded and maneuver your way around dancing bodies. pansy's eyes follow your movement until she couldn't see you anymore. only then did she wink at harry and the plan was in motion.

"mate, can you help me find something?"

"like what?" jude raised an eyebrow at harry. a drink in his hand, while he heavily eyed his friend.

"i think i lost my ring."

"we just got here and you weren't wearing a ring."

"do have to spell it out for you?"

"what are you talking about?" harry dramatically sighs.

"i had a one-night stand with this slytherin girl and i left my ring in the room. i need to get it now while we're here," harry lied. a damn good lie if you asked him.

"you're impossible mate, lead the way," jude nods his head at harry to take the lead. harry leads the two of them upstairs. catching the eye of hermione and pansy, he slightly nods. step two was officially underway.

-

you sat on your bed, twirling the drink around in the cup. platforms and cape long discarded. what were you suppose to say to him? how much you truly were sorry? that you wished you could take it all back? how ironic that the minute you try to push him away and out of your mind again, he shows up. like he always did. even before the fake dating. he was a pest that wouldn't budge. a stupidly handsome pest.

"it should be in this one." you heard a muffled voice speak from outside the door. the door swings open and jude is pushed inside. you gasp quietly and sit up straighter.

"y/n?" jude stutters out in confusion.

"hi," you softly spoke. the two of you turn attention to the door that was slammed shut. a realization washes over you.

"jude open the door!" you hop off the bed and walk towards the closed door. he turns to pull at the knob, and it was no use.

"it won't open."

"and it won't open until you guys make up!" pansy yells over the loud music. "or make out! whichever comes first."

"no pressure though," ron says. 'no pressure my ass' you mumble to yourself.

hearing the footsteps grow in distance, you knew that they were long gone. you sigh and sit right back on the bed. jude stands there, unsure of what to do. only then does he realize the matching costumes. his heart swoons and breaks all at the same time.

"you're welcomed to sit," you pat the spot next to you. no use in prolonging the situation. it was now or never at this point. jude sits on the bed, making a point to sit at the end of the bed.

"matching costumes, aye?" he looks at you with a lopsided grin. it didn't reach his ears like it normally would've it, but you found it endearing anyway.

"yeah. maybe we're connected in some way," you said, while looking down at your lap. picking lint off your dress that wasn't anywhere to be found.

"like soulmates?" you lift your head meeting his gaze. oh, how you've missed those chocolate brown eyes.

"yeah maybe."

the silence takes over the room again. internally, you were panicking. what do you say? would it be worth it?

"soo."

"soo," he mimicked you. something that you both were used to. you let out a breathy chuckle.

"how are you and lavender?" turning your eyes back to the bottom of your dress. missing the way jude looks at you as if you were crazy. he felt somewhat offended.

"me and lavender? what are you on about?"

"i seen you guys," you shrugged your shoulders. the gryffindor boy scoffs.

"what are we doing here y/n? you put your friends up to this?"

"why would you think that?"

"you're trying to rub it in. well congratulations, you win," jude's voice seemly increasing by the minute. it left you dumbfounded.

"what could i possibly be rubbing in? i'm in the same boat you are!" your own voice getting louder as well.

"yeah right. i doubt you feel anything like the heartless slytherin you are." ouch.

"that's not true!"

"yes, is it. you don't care about anyone but yourself. you've proven that long before." jude was being mean that this point. his yelling and the hatful words that spewed from his mouth.

"that's not true jude! you're absolutely wrong."

"how can i be wrong? huh?"

"because i care about you, you fucking idiot," you yelled, which sends him into silence.

"you're the one that broke it off."

"yeah, because you've hurt my feelings and i don't want to continually go through that."

"i've apologized for it and i spilled my heart out to you. i told you that i would continue to apologize for it." tensions rising once more.

"right right, you're soo apologetic that you turn around and call me a heartless slytherin who only cares about herself," you crossed your arms and faced the wall. you refuse to cry in front of him. jude sighs and looks down at his lap.

"i was just upset. i didn't mean it," jude says in a quieter tone.

"so, every time you're upset with me, you'll throw how slytherins act like this in my face? how i'm a person that feels nothing?" you looked into his brown eyes with glossy eyes.

"y/n i care about you so much that it scares me. i don't know how you feel because you won't let me in. that's all i'm asking-"

"jude i like you too! is that what you want to hear? i hate that i hurt you but you have to understand that i was protecting myself. i've spent so long building walls to guard my heart and here you come. in a few months, you've managed to-"

jude doesn't let you finish, instead placing a hand on your cheek and bringing you in for a kiss. it was tentative until you start kissing him back. the boy's confidence boosts, and he slides his other hand to your waist. pulling you closer to him. you grab the collar of his cape and press into him more. lips crushing together. you missed the way his lips felt on yours.

he bites your lip, asking for permission. you allowed it, opening your mouth just enough for his tongue to squeeze through. without breaking the kiss, you straddle him. one leg sitting on either side of jude's thigh. naturally, his hands find your waist again. tongues exploring each other and fighting for dominance. the kiss comes to stop, hearing something break from the other side of the door. pulling away, you both looked at each other. it wasn't long before you guys share laughter.

"i've missed you," jude's laughter quieting down to confess to you. you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug and placing your face in the crook of his neck.

"i've missed you too." jude's arms hug your body tightly, sending warmth to spread throughout you. his head leans into yours and places a kiss onto your head.

"so, what do we do now?" you lift your head to face him, questioning where you go from here. jude gazes into your eyes, a small smile etching its way to his lips.

"we try. think you can manage that?" rising an eyebrow in a teasing manner. you grinned back at him.

"yeah. i think i can manage that."

"to that i have one thing i want to ask you."

"which is?"

"will you officially be my girlfriend? before you answer, know that we need to have open communication and i need you to let me into that pretty little mind of yours," jude says, ending his sentence with playfully pinching your side. you laughed and pushed his hand away.

"let me think about that."

"y/n."

"i'm kidding. of course i'll be your official girlfriend." jude smiles again, pulling you in for another kiss. you knew then that you guys were gonna be just fine. as long as you had each other.

[ozwriterchick]

No more...2

GIF by starkdefense

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes; Fem Reader; Sam Wilson

Content warning: miscommunication; leaving a relationship; talk of pregnancy; implied sexy time; If I've missed anything let me know

Summary: Bucky promises no more missions

WC: approx 1947 words

Dividers/Graphics by @firefly-in-darkness

Masterlist

Avengers compound.

Steve was in his office, going through some paperwork and scheduling debriefing sessions and the like for the mission they had just completed.   He was concentrating so fully on the task at hand that, at first, he didn’t hear the commotion in the general office area.

Just as the sound penetrated his brain and he realised something was going on, his office door was flung open violently, crashing against the wall and bouncing almost closed again,  He looked up to see a dishevelled and distraught Bucky standing there, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Buck…” Steve began. “What’s going on?”

“Steve.. She’s gone..”      

“Who’s gone?”

“Mouse.  She wasn’t there when I got home.  She left this letter, she left me, she… left.  I fucked up Steve, it’s all my fault.”

Steve stood up and walked towards his friend.  He reached out and put a reassuring hand on Bucky’s shoulder and moved him towards a chair to take a seat and pushed him down into the seat.  “Ok, calm down and tell me exactly what happened?”

Bucky took a deep breath and relayed the story as best he could through his anxiety and stress.  He explained about the agreement you two came to, how he had decided to take this mission without consulting you and how, he now realised, you had said goodbye to him when he left for the last mission.

“So you think she’s gone for good because she said goodbye when you left for a mission?” Steve didn’t quite understand.

“You don’t get it Steve, she never said goodbye.  She was adamant that it was So long, not goodbye, because goodbye was permanent.  I never realised until just now that when I was leaving to come here on that last day that she actually said goodbye.  I deserve this, with all the crappy things I’ve done in my life, this is the worst.”

Steve gestured for Bucky to hand him the letter so he could read it.  “Well, if that’s the case then it does sound like a permanent goodbye.  What else have you got there?” he asked.

“Oh god” Bucky gasped.  “That’s not the worst of it Steve, she’s pregnant, with my baby!  There was an ultrasound picture with the letter.” He showed the picture to Steve who took a deep breath and let out a massive sigh.

“Oh Buck, you always wanted a family.”

“We have to find her Steve, we have to get Tony and Friday and whatever research analysts we can find to track her down.  I don’t know when exactly she left or where she’s gone, but what’s the use of Tony’s billions if he can’t help us with this?”

Like Beetlejuice, sometimes it feels as if you say Tony’s name enough and he just appears.  At that moment, he was in the doorway of Steve’s office, maybe one of the team that had seen Bucky arrive had alerted him to the situation.

“What do you want with my money Barnes?” Tony enquired calmly.

Bucky turned his eyes on the billionaire, wildly gesturing and trying to explain what had happened.

“Buck, sit down” Seve interrupted him.  “I’ll fill Tony in on what’s going on.”

Another half an hour later, after Tony got the story straight from Steve, with Bucky butting in and correcting or adding details, Tony took it all in, his brain constantly readjusting and reworking what they could possibly do to track her down. 

Mouse’s POV

Leaving that day was the hardest thing I ever had to do, specially knowing there was a new life growing inside me that was part Bucky.  I never wanted to deprive him of his child but there was no way I could have continued on with our relationship always being up in the air and with my needs and thoughts continually being disregarded.

I needed time to get myself together and process the end of what I thought was going to be my last ever relationship.  Bucky was my person, he was the one, the one I thought I’d grow old with.  The one I thought I’d raise a family with.  That clearly wasn’t going to be now, however we would also always be intrinsically linked because of this baby.

I immediately went to the only other place I could think of – Sam Wilson’s sister Sarah in Louisiana.  Sarah and I became fast friends the few times Bucky and I visited them in Louisiana.  Because my family all lived overseas, there weren’t really too many other options for me. I just had to hope that Bucky never realised that and connected the dots.

I couldn’t stay long, because of how small Delacroix is, my only option at the beginning was to stay with Sarah and I didn’t want Sam to make a surprise visit home and find me.  I knew if I asked him to keep the secret from Bucky he would but I didn’t think it was fair to ask him to do that.

Sam & Bucky are currently on their mission so I knew I had less than 2 weeks to find somewhere more permanent for the baby and I to live.

It wasn’t fair to ask Sarah to keep this secret either so I told her that I would move close-ish but far enough that I wouldn’t accidentally run into either Sam or Bucky in my day to day but that I wouldn’t put the burden on her of keeping where I was a secret so I wouldn’t tell her. 

My plan was to move somewhere in New Orleans – most likely no more than an hour away from Delacroix.  That way if I needed help I could come to Sarah or I could let her know where I was if that was the only option and she could come to me.  She said she wouldn’t tell Sam or Bucky that she was in touch with me if I didn’t want to.  I told her that I didn’t expect her to lie for me so if she was asked it was up to her if she told them or not.

I found a little house that was perfect, and newly remodelled, for me and the baby and fortunately was able to buy it and move in very quickly as it was a vacant possession with the previous owners relocating without having sold this house.  The fact they were eager to sell allowed me to get a great deal on the property, and it needed literally no work done to it, which was a big help, as a single mother to be.

Time skip – around 3 months later

Mouse pov

I’ve been living in my new house now for the last few months, I’m currently 4 ½ months pregnant with a huge secret.  Not that I’m pregnant, obviously, but that there are 3 babies in there – obviously he did have the super sperm that we always joked about.

I’ve not been sure how I would cope with 1 baby, knowing there are 3 and I’m basically on my own is a whole other story.  I know I’ll be fine, I have Sarah nearby.  And I know if things get really hard, I can call on my family to come to me and help out for a while.

Sam still doesn’t know where I am and I’m supremely grateful to Sarah for keeping this secret from her brother.

Recently I’ve been thinking about letting Bucky know somehow that we are safe and healthy but then in the same thought, my brain tells me he wouldn’t care.  Logically I know he would but that little devil voice that tries to sabotage me always seems to win out.

I bought a 2nd phone, a burner phone, on the thought that maybe I could anonymously email him some information, but how much do I want to tell him.  I know if I told him there were 3 babies he would move heaven and earth, and get Tony to help, to find us.

Eventually I would want him to have his part in the children’s lives, it’s not fair to him or to them not to allow that, regardless of why or how our relationship ended.

I pulled out my burner phone and started the first email.

Avengers compound

Nat & Wanda had tried hard to get the guys to honour your request of not trying to find you but it was to no avail.  Tony employed Friday to trawl passenger lists for planes, trains, buses and the like.  Bucky was sure you wouldn’t have used your own name and he was proven right time and again.

Tony was getting supremely frustrated that all his money couldn’t crack this.

“I keep telling you Tony, she might not have been an Avenger, but she is intelligent, she knows all the tricks to keep herself off the grid and untrackable.  This is an impossible task.”

“So you want to give up, is that what I’m hearing tinman?” Tony yelled.

“Ok, both of you just calm down” Steve interjected.  “This is a highly emotional and stressful situation and yelling at each other isn’t going to solve anything.  It’s definitely not going to make her easier to find.  Now Buck, do you have any clues what names she might use or where she might have gone?”

Bucky looked at Steve.  “I have no idea Steve, we never used aliases in that way when we went away, so I’m not sure what she’d have picked.  Her favourite show is Friends so maybe Monica, Rachel or Phoebe?” he shrugged.

“Well, that is the first reasonable suggestion either of you have made this whole time.” Tony scoffed.  “Friday, check passenger manifests again under the following names – Monica, Rachel and Phoebe, look at all surnames, because we have no idea what she would have done there.”

“On it Mr Stark” Friday confirmed and went to work.

A few hours later, Tony asked Friday how she was progressing with the search.  “Almost done Mr Stark, we currently have just the bus manifests to go through, then I will display all the results.  Just a heads up though, there’s a lot of Monica and Rachels coming up.”

“What about Phoebes?” Tony asked.

“There are a few but nowhere near as many as the others.”

Bucky was sitting to the side with his head in his hands when his phone pinged with a notification.  He’d been ignoring most notifs up to now because he had more important things to concern himself with, like where mouse and his baby were.  He picked up the phone to delete the notif when he noticed it was from his avengers email and said it was from her.

He stood up dumbfounded, holding his phone out in front of him.  “Umm, T-tony.. St-steve.. I-I’ve got an e-email” he stuttered out.

“Well congratulations tinman” Tony laughed. “I get hundreds of them a day.”

“Bu-but, it’s from h-h-her” he struggled to get his words out.  Steve walked over to him and took the phone out of his hands.

“He’s right Tony, he’s got an email from Mouse, to his avengers email address” he said handing Bucky the phone back.

“Well, open it and read it already, maybe it will give us some clues.”

Bucky unlocked his phone and went to his email app.  He started reading it to himself – wanting to make sure it didn’t say anything that he didn’t want Tony or Steve to know.

“Well…” Steve prompted Bucky. “Oh, right.  Right.” Bucky nodded. “Well, it’s pretty simple.  There’s.. Umm, there’s a picture.” He looked up at Steve with tears in his eyes.  “An ultrasound picture!”

A/N: Thank you to @writing-for-marvel for the inspiration to continue this story, which I always wanted to do, I just lost my mojo after being seriously ill twice now in 18 months. Her lovely words after reading chapter 1, reignited me a bit and here is Part 2. I have always pretty much known where I want this story to go, but if you have any requests or suggestions, let me know.

P.s: This hasn't been proofed, so if you find any errors they are mine, let me know and I'm happy to fix them.

[obsessive-ego]

Pest of the west

Toonjuice x reader

Warning cringe

Gender neutral pronouns, pregnancy is mentioned once, also reader is forced to wear a dress

A shameless episode rewrite, swapping lydia for y/n and making it into a reader insert, I can not stress this enough, I just rewrote the episode to fit what I wanted, If this goes over well i might do more episode rewrites

Toonjuice takes you to the old west to goof off, and shit gets bad when an out law named bully the crud falls in love with you

"Come to the netherworld he said, it'll be fun he said, we'll go to the old west, you could use a good time, god" you grumbled to yourself, here you were handcuffed, wearing the ugliest, largest wedding dress you've ever seen in your life, hell, the size of the dress was the second reason stopping you from running from this cruel fate, the first being the groom. Not only were you handcuffed, your soon to be husband had a vice grip on your arm, a giant bull of a monster, Bully the Crud, you had no idea why this bastard wanted you, or why beetlejuice, scared out of his wits, ditched you to fend for yourself, all you knew was that you were screwed.

...

Finally, friday, it's been a long, rough work week. Between overtime, unreliable coworkers, and your bastard of a boss using you as a punching bag, you were beat.

Home again, you kick off your shoes, toss your bag and coat on the couch, and make the mental note to tidy up later. More importantly, you make your way to your bedroom, eager for the best part of the work day, changing out of your work clothes.

Passing the full-length mirror in your room, out of the corner of your eye, you notice the reflection wasn't yours.

"Hey BJ" you say casually, not bothering to look his way as you dig around your dresser for something more comfortable.

"It's about time you finally came around, babes,"

"Yeah, overtime again," you sigh

"Gross"

"Tell me about mister 'I don't have a job.'" You laugh, turning to the mirror to see that beetlejuice was gone.

"Huh," you mumble, scooping up your change of clothes. "Guess he had things to do?" You mumble.

Just then, you jump as the television in your bedroom turns on, loud static noises buzz from the speakers before an image settles on screen.

"Beetlejuice?"

Your television lights up showing a desert like scenery, with cactus, wired fences, cow skulls, and there was beetlejuice, dressed in cowboy attire

"That's my name, and cow poking is my game,Are you tired of the same old same old boring modern breather lifestyle?"

"Yeah" you chuckle

"Are ya in desperate need for a change of pace? Then mosey on down to the netherworld's wild west rude ranch, conveniently located in tombstone scareizona"

"There's a wild west in the netherworld? Like cowboys and stuff?" The ghoul had your full attention now, maybe sometime goofing off in the netherworld could do you some good, and the wild west would seem like something new and fun.

"Cowboys, cowghouls, just spout those magic b words, and we'll be ghost town bound"

what's the worst that could happen?

"Beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice!" You shout in a hurry, and in a flash you were gone, your change of clothes now abandoned on the floor where you once stood.

...

And there you were in the scenery you saw on your television, sand, cactus, cow skulls, all the cliches of an old west movie. Your work clothes now replaced with more appropriate attire, a black cowboy hat, with a matching vest, a soft blue coloured puffy sleeved shirt, with a dusty blue neckerchief, black pants, with a big skull shaped belt, and of course some big black boots, you look liked you walked out of freddy pharkas frontier pharmacist, but appreciated the wardrobe change, it was always so fun when your clothes changed when beetlejuice dragged you into the netherworld, it was something you grew to look forward to with each trip. Your adoration for the new look was short-lived as you glanced around, unable to locate your friend.

"Beetlejuice?"

Did he ditch you?

"Oh bury me~ on the lone prairie~"

The ground next to you shakes before beetlejuice's head pops up from the dirt and unearths the rest of himself. "Welcome to the netherwest babes! I'm your ghost host with the most, should you have any questions, I'll be sure awnser them, as obscurely as possible" the ghoul proudly proclaims as he struts away from the grave he pulled himself out of.

"So this is the netherwest, it looks fun"

"Of course, babes, it has everything an old west motife should have, sun, sand, more cliches, then you can shake a stick at," the ghost hollers, shaking a stick at a cow skull

"Sounds great, beej," you chuckle, grabbing his arm, eager to see the sights, and get your mind off your work week.

"And dont you worry toots, if you're fretting on being bush wacked by bad guys, you're fretting for nothing"

"Oh? You some kind of old West hero?" You chucke, amused by his sudden confidence.

"You kidding, babes? Nobody messes with the pest of the west, I'll show ya what I mean later, " he cackles leading you into town

"Pest is right" you smile

...

The two of you were having a blast, beetlejuice eagerly showing you the sights, dragging you around town, you both were laughing and carrying on, you really needed this after such a shitty work week, you could always rely on beetlejuice to change your mood for the better.

It was all fun and games until your ghost, with the most, got kicked by a horse into a trough of dirty water. You were trying not to laugh at him as you helped him out.

"This has got to be the closest thing I've taken ta a bath in months," he grumbled

"It's surely an improvement." You laugh, hoisting your friend out of the water,

"Excuse me" an unfamiliar voice interrupts the two of you "allow me to introduce myself" standing in front of you was a man shaped like a dartboard and a tiny purple guy who's shirt was way too long for him.

"Howdy there stranger, The name's casualty, hop along casualty, I'm the mayor of this here tombstone and this is fester, we all in the market for a new sheriff, know anybody who'd be intrested in such a noble and HIGH paying job?"

"What-" was all you managed to get out before beetlejuice perked up

"DO I? Look no further, I am the slob for the job!" Beetlejuice lunges forward, eager to shake the mayor's hand before you pull him back

"Uh, beej? You a law man? Do you even know any laws?"

"Dont rob people"

"Oof, that's on me, I set the bar too low, but weren't we just here to have fun? And besides sheriff? Ya know, that's a lot of hard work, " the ghoul's one weakness. Maybe the mentioning of work would be enough for him to decline, and the two of you could go back to goofing off.

"WORK?! YUCK!" Beetlejuice shouts, you smile, there's the ghost you know and love more than you're willing to admit.

"Maybe the breather is right. Maybe the job would be too much for this tender foot to handle," casualty loudly proclaims as he and his sidekick walk away

"TENDER FOOT!?"

Great, now they had him. Beetlejuice was always a sucker for reverse psychology.

"Can a tender foot do this?" Beetlejuice proceeds to 'show off' his so-called slime shooting skills, loudly proclaiming he could shoot his hat before it touched the ground.

The hat went up into the air and beetlejuice went trigger happy, the ghost hit everything BUT the hat, you were smart enough to take cover, the ghost proved in a matter of seconds slime shooting was something he had to cross out on his resume, as he proceeded to cover the towns folk in slime.

But yet the mayor was still eager to hire him.

"Beetlejuice, come on, seriously? you're the worst guy for the job, you lie, cheat, steal, hell you're wanted in 5 different states, and 6 provinces, plus we just got here, why would anyone want you to be sheriff? There's obviously a catch, think about it, " you pleaded with him, your words fell of deaf ears, beetlejuice was too excited with all the glory that came with his new title.

"Beetlejuice, I wouldn't do this if I were you -" You try again only to be shoved aside by the mayor, who was more than ready to slap that star shaped badge on Beetlejuice's chest.

"Congratulations, son, you're exactly what we're looking for!"

"This is a joke, right?" You groaned with arm crossed annoyed over the whole situation.

The mayor dragged Beetlejuice to the group of townsfolk who gathered in the street to see what all the commotion was about.

"Attention, yall, I'd like ya to meet our new sheriff"

The crowd cheered, and Beetlejuice drank in all the attention and praise being showered upon him, while you just stood there trying to put two and two together.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, bully the crud will be here at high noon," the mayor starts

"And he's gonna do terrible, horrible things to you -" Fester continues

"Great," you grumble, there it was, so much for a fun time.

A bell gong rings through the town, and in a matter of seconds the towns folk were gone, leaving only you and Beetlejuice standing in the middle of the street, you pull your phone out of your pocket, though you had no service, it still worked like a clock, time in the netherworld worked differently, though it was evening when you left, it was day time when you arrived, your phone always acted accordingly, it was weird, and you didnt understand it, but you werent complaining.

"Noon," you say in a whisper, your stomach now turning with dread. What the hell did beetlejuice just sign up for?

The ground rumbles, you grab the ghoul's arm out of nervousness, and in a sandstorm cloud of dust a pig pulled carriage charges into tombstone, making a hasty hault in front of the two of you. The door swings open, and there stands what you can only assume is bully the crud, a big bull of a man, snarling and staring down the two of you.

"I'm looking for trouble," he growls

Beetlejuice snorts "never met 'em, you know anyone by that name babes?" The ghoul gives you a nudge. You shake your head

"That ain't what I ment, that was a figure of speech! Which one of the two of you are the sheriff?!"

You clamp your mouth shut, you werent gonna rat out your friend or take the blame. Beetlejuice did the same.

Bully huffs through his nose before grabbing you by your neckerchief

"You better spill -" in the rough movement of grabbing you, your hat got knocked off, your eyes no longer hidden in shadow.

"You better, better- why, arent you a pretty little thing" bully sets you down, and hands you your hat "why you ring my bell little meadow muffin, hows 'bout you give ol'bully a kiss" you cringe at his change in mood and utter out a "what?" More confused than anything else, not to mention disgusted.

Beetlejuice quickly pulls you away, a tad angry over how this overgrown hamburger was now hitting on you, HIS best friend.

"I'm the sheriff round these parts, and this here is my deputy." The ghoul snatches your hat from your hands and roughly puts it back on your head.

"I never agreed to that," you grumble, adjusting your hat.

"YOU'RE THE NEW SHERIFF?!" the bull bellowed, followed by a fit of laughter

"And who might you be?" Beetlejuice puffed out his chest, squaring up to the monster

"I'm bully the crud, the meanest ombre that ever licked a law man," he shouted

"Ya know you look a lot bigger than your eight by tens. Were you sick on picture day?" Beetlejuice laughs, pulling a photo from his pocket

"Enough small talk, I came to run you outta town, and that's what I aim ta do." The bully snorts

"Alright, bully, make your move," beetlejuice snorts reaching for his slime shooter

In a matter of second, the monster grabs beetlejuice with one hand, tightly wrapped about his gut, squeezing the afterlife out of him

"Nice move" beetlejuice croaks

"Wait!" You shout, dead or not, that's got to hurt

Bully drops Beetlejuice, his attention now on you

"Sweet little meadow muffin, ya change your tune about giving ol' bully that kiss?" He coos, quickly making his way in front of you and grabbing your hands. His voice was much less harsh when addressing you. It was nauseating.

"Ugh," you flinch. You'd prefer the same hostility he's shown towards beetlejuice over this 'sweet' side in a heartbeat.

As disgusted as you were, this little exchange, it was enough of a distraction to get beetlejuice back on his feet.

In a flash your ghost host with the most pulls you away from the Bull's grasp

"Back off bovine breath," he snorts, jabbing bully in his chest. "I hope you dont mind me asking, but what's your BEEF with this town anyway? Cuz we'd kinda like ya to just MOO-ve along" with each cow related joke beetlejuice pushed bully back away from you, you bit your tongue, trying not to laugh, despite Beetlejuice's confidence, you werent too sure how dangerous this guy really was, and besides, beej was doing enough laughing for the both of you.

You remained silent watching beetlejuice roll on the floor laughing at his own jokes, that is until Bully has had enough of the ghoul's shenanigans and snaps and screams.

"NOBODY MAKES A LAUGHING STOCK OUT OF BULLY THE CRUD!"

Beetlejuice hops back to his feet and laughs

"Beej, I think you should get serious here," you urge. Yes, you know beetlejuice was a powerful ghost, but he was also a dumbass.

He snorts, "Come on, babes, you worry too much. This over sized hamburger is all bark and no bite, ya know what I mean?" Beetlejuice gives you a half-hearted shrug, turning away from Bully.

Of course, Beetlejuice wasn't as freaked out as you were, he wasnt the one getting kissy faces from a cow.

"Relax, babes, remember what I told ya earlier? Nobody messes with the pest of the west-!?" Beetlejuice freezes. While he spent his time ignoring bully and flapping his gums at you, the bull took his opportunity and painted a large yellow stripe on Beetlejuice's back.

"THE SHERIFF GOT A YELLOW STREAK DOWN HIS BACK!" A voice screams

were the towns folk watching this whole mess?

"You calling me a chicken?!" Beetlejuice screams back

"Boo" bully leans into him and whispers in Beetlejuice's ear

And that was all it took to turn your friend into a giant yellow chicken

Beetlejuice scrambled and clucked away from bully, hopping on the nearest horse and riding out of town.

"Fuck" was all you could say watching your friend ride out of view, you were now screwed.

You were pulled from the spot and hoisted up into bully's arms

"Now that I ran sheriff stinko out of town, let's have us a wedding♡"

"...I just have one question for you"

"Well sure there honey"

"What's the capital on Thailand?"

"What?"

"Its Bangkok!" You shout slamming the heel of your boot into bully's crotch.

Bully drops you and screams. You quickly scramble away, thankful that stupid joke worked.

Your freedom was shortly lived, you didnt get far, no building would let you in, citizens too frightened to what Bully might do to them if they were caught harboring someone he wanted, which was fair in a sense.

Bully pulls you back into his arms and laughs. "You should be more careful there, my little meadow muffin, you dont wanna damage the family jewels, we're gonna need em"

Beetlejuice wherever you are please come back.

...

As you were being prepared/forced to marry a literal monster, Beetlejuice was in the middle of the desert not too worried about you, back to his old abnormal self, arguing with a horse.

"So your not gonna head back to tombstone? What about your friend?"

"Y/n? They're fine, they're the toughest living thing I've ever had the privilege to scare" he waves his horse off, despite all the teasing the ghoul gave you he held a very high opinion of you and just assumes you could take on bully no problem. "They could take on a whole herd of Bully the cruds, no sweat"

...

"Y/n's sure taking their sweet time, I'm beginning to worry" Beetlejuice sighs

"I told ya, bully the crud is one tough side of beef. Do you have any idea what's gonna happen to your little friend if you dont run him outta town?" The horse nags.

Beetlejuice snorts, "Yeah, like I can see the future -" in a flash, Beetlejuice's cowboy attire was replaced with to resemble swami, with a big crystal ball nestled in his lap.

The ghoul snorts out a laugh

"Now let's see if I can get a clear picture on this thing" beetlejuice focuses on the orb and what he sees makes his stomach turn, not only did you fail on rescuing yourself from his mess, you were forced into marriage with that monster, your living status was now gone, you were barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen, and all because of him.

"Y/N! SAY IT AIN'T SO! Y/N AND BULLY ARE GONNA GET HITCHED!"

...

So here you were, hand cuffed, now gagged, in the ugliest puffy dress you ever seen, standing before a minister with you future husband who had a vice grip on you and no way out, you were trapped, you couldnt run, you could barely speak, every objection from your mouth was quickly muffled by Bullys sweaty hands to the point the bull gagged you to make things easier for this mess of a ceremony, if you could manage a few words you would have said the B word 3 times before this got this far. Your time was running out, and your hopes of beetlejuice coming to save you were getting slimmer by the second.

"We are gathered here today to join these two in matrimony, be there any man, or beast" the father gesturing to the side of the church filled with what you could only assume is  Bullys extended family. "Who feels that this here wedding should not take place, let them hold up their hand, or hove, or forever hold their cud," the minister laughs nervously

This was it. You were doomed, there was nothing you could do, you stood there staring forward, utterly lost in despair.

"GET ON WITH IT!" Bully bellows tugging you in closer. This had to be a nightmare, right? Any second your alarm would go off, right? Waking you from this disaster, right?

"That's it! The only thing left to say is, I now pronounce you cow and-!"

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE PARSON! I OBJECT!"

You whip your head around, knowing that voice anywhere, there he was, your knight in stinking armor, standing at the entrance of the hall, rushing towards you.

"This lil' thing is spoken for" beej spats before pulling you away from Bully, with a snap of the ghoul's fingers your restraints vanish, with your new found freedom you were quick to embrace him, silently thanking the stars he came back in the nic of time.

"How dare you try and marry MY fiance!"

"Your what?" You mumble

"Your fiance?! They ain't got a ring to prove that!"

"Oh?~" Beetlejuice grabs your wrist and shoves your hand in Bully's face, "then what's this?" Placed upon your middle finger was a very large, very tacky, bright green jewel on a black and white striped band, a ring that sure wasn't there 2 minutes ago.

"I-?!" The bully stutters

"You didn't notice? were you too busy forcing my little cockroach into this mess you couldnt be asked to see if they've been already spoken for, I bet you wouldnt listen to a word they said" each word the ghoul spoke he would jab the bull in the chest, he was really laying on the country twang, you couldnt help bit crack a smile knowing the danger of you being married to that monster was gone, not to mention Beetlejuice saying you were his fiance, it was cute and it made your heart skip a beat.

This mirth was short-lived, though, as Bully had had enough of Beetlejuice's shenanigans, with a snarl and a bellowing howl.

"NOBODY CUTS OFF MY NUPTIALS  AND GETS AWAY WITH! IT'S TIME WE SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

"Yeah"

"AND THAT MEANS ONLY ONE THING"

"Name it"

"SLIMESHOOTERS AT 60 PACES"

"YOU GOT IT!"

Bully stomps out of the church to get ready for the dual

Beetlejuice quickly pulls you aside

"Alright babes, let's get out of here, just say those magic b words, and we can amscray," he whispers to you.

"We can't"

"right- WHAT?! WHY?! - I mean, why? Cat got your tongue? Suddenly, you lost your voice? Or, oh no, dont tell me ya changed your mind and ACTUALLY WANT TO MARRY THAT CHUMP??" The ghoul grabs you shoulders and shakes you as if to knock some sense into you.

You brush his hands away "no, Beetlejuice, we cant leave, if we leave Bully is gonna destroy this town and everyone in it, I can't live with that on my shoulders" despite the fact that you hung around with a professional con man, you yourself were honest and kind, and to be the cause of such misery, you could never forgive yourself.

"Like I'm gonna lose sleep over that-" he grumbles

"Please beetlejuice, I'm asking you as a friend, and after you ditching me, I think you owe me" you gesture to the awful dress you were forced in, not to mention how if he was seconds late you could have been hitched to a literal monster.

"Fine" he grumbles

"Besides you're dead, what do you have to lose?"

Beetlejuice groans

"Also, can I ask one more thing of you, Beej? Can you get me out of this dress?" You tug at the tooling. You could barely move, and the fabric was quite itchy.

"Y/n! In front of so many people, and in a church! Well, if you insist, " the ghoul gingerly reaches for the zipper on your dress before you swat his hand away, clearly embarrassed

"I ment with magic." You sigh, not really in the mood for games

"Right, I knew that, just messing with ya," he chuckles sheepishly. With another snap, you were back in your cowboy attire

"Thank you, now, now what about bully?" You sneer

"Sit tight, babes, Bully's got a date with the sheriff"

"No, we can beat him together." You give the ghoul a light punch in the arm, still a little sore he left you behind.

...

Like any other western movie cliche, beetlejuice and bully square off in the center of town

"Please, for the love of god cheat," you grumble, watching this soon to be mess from the sidelines.

"That would be ideal, your friend there couldn't hit the ground with his hat," the mayor buts in to your mutterings

"But I think I have something dumb enough it might just work -" you muse before running off.

"This is it bully. It's time to separate the men from the bulls. There's no tomorrow. It's now or never, the cheese stands alone!"

"Quit stalling and draw!" Bully sneers, absolutely fed up with Beetlejuice's nonsense.

"Draw? I'm a little rusty, but I'll give it a go. " Beetlejuice snorts swapping his cowboy hat for a beret, pulling a canvas and easel out of nowhere

"Now I'm gonna need ya to keep that pose for the next few hours -"

Bully screams in frustration, ripping the canvas away from Beej and slamming it over head

Beetlejuice unfazed snorts. "I really get into my work"

"I'm gonna give you one last chance to draw beetlejerk, or else I'm gonna start without ya, NOW DRAW!"

Beetlejuice swallows the lump in his throat "I guess this is it, theres no turning back now"

"Hold it!"

"Y/n!" Beetlejuice shouts, glad to see you

"Hey Bully I've change my mind about marrying you!" You shout

"WHAT!? Babes have you lost your mind?!"

"You have?! Oh honey I'd knew youd come around♡"

You run into the center of the action and with Bully distracted, you toss beetlejuice a different pistol

"Shoot!" You shout

"OH!" Beetlejuice fumbles with the gun before taking clear aim and firing, but instead of slime, a red sauce came out, covering bully, you let out a sigh you didnt know you were holding, the fact that beetlejuice ACTUALLY hit bully was nothing other than luck.

"Huh?! BARBEQUE SAUCE?! GET IT OFF OF ME" Bully screams

"I dont know about you, babes, but I could eat." beetlejuice growls, scraping a knife and fork together.

Bully scared for his afterlife screams and scrambles out of tombstone, off into the sunset and out of sight.

"Thank god" you sigh, absolutely physically and emotionally exhausted

"We did it, babes!" Beetlejuice pulls you into a side hug

"Yeah" you chuckle

"Sheriff, we can't thank you enough." The mayor shakes Beetlejuice's hand

"Yup, bully the crud won't be bothering this town anymore, so long as you keep plenty of barbeque sauce on hand, but alas, it's about time I hung up the old slimeshooters" beetlejuice sighs

"WHAT?!" The mayor of tombstone drops to the ground and hugs Beetlejuice's knees."NO! dont quit, is it because of me, because I got you to take the job with trickery, dishonesty, and deceit?"

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "heck no  I like that in a guy, but no, I'm hanging up my guns for personal reasons, all this mud are ruining my boots"

The mayor sighs, "we lose a lot of them that way..."

"We should get going, Beej." You finally interrupt, desperate to get home and rest.

Beetlejuice perks up. "So babes, how's bout a thank you for your hero, huh?" Beetlejuice  leans into you, wiggling his eyebrows

"A 'thank you' to the guy whose fault I almost married to cow?" You snort out a laugh

"I came back in the nic of time, didn't I? Come on, come on, come on~" the ghoul teases, nudging his elbow into your arm.

You yank beetlejuice by his neckerchief pulling him close to your level, that was enough to get him to shut his mouth, and in an instant, you give him a quick, soft kiss on his cheek.

Letting him go, he remains stunned. You give the ghoul a light punch in the arm

"Come on, beetlejuice, let's go home"

"...Right"

It was odd, everytime you've shown beej kindness or compassion, he would always go off saying it was 'gross' but this time that wasnt that case, he remained silent, which after the day you had, you were fine with that.

Bonus

To be honest, you were exhausted, between a rough work week and that whole emotional nearly married to a monster thing. You nearly passed out when you returned home.

But now all that was behind you and you were home again, safe and unwed.

In the netherworld, the ghoul who dragged you into the situation/ saved you was laying awake in his bed, hand gingerly placed upon the cheek you so quickly kissed.

Yes, beetlejuice has kissed you multiple times, but as a joke, sort of, but this? You kissing him? With genuine feeling?

"Gross" was all he could utter, hand still holding the spot where your lips met his cold face.

[eyecan02]

What I Feel Should Be Included in BJ3

1.) We need to go back to the original film's roots. The first BJ film was practically a "bottle" film where the film mostly took place inside the Deetz home. I feel the story needs to come full circle by having the story mainly within that house again.

2.) The model town also has to make a return. The last time the model was mentioned, Lydia wanted to chop it up and burn it, but seeing as we never see the board onscreen again, I think it's safe to assume Lydia just simply boarded up the the attic door once more.

3.) The return of Juno or introduce a Juno-like character. I know the original Juno actress passed on, but one option could be to recast and greatly alter the appearance like what they did with Charles but a lot less mangled. Some backstory on her and BJ's dynamic/specifics on his curse could be interesting.

4.) They need to make it harder this time to banish Beetlejuice. They need to even the playing field, and throw in a curve ball for Lydia where she can't just simply say his name 3 times to send him away. Maybe Beetlejuice can somehow find an object that causes confusion/makes you forget like the Rememberball (sp?) from Harry Potter.

5.) I know Keaton was against a lot of BJ screen time, but since this is the final installment, I think if they evenly spread out a couple minutes of him here and there, it won't ruin the "magic". Random example but Chris Hemsworth only had like 30 min of screen time in the first Avengers film, but it definitely feels like he's onscreen more. Not saying there should be an hour worth of Beetlejuice screen time but maybe 30-35 of screen time spread out could work.

6.) If Lydia is going to willingly marry BJ this time then the two of them need to TALK more in part 3. This time around they can talk about how BJ fell for her, what he likes about her, about Lydia's anxieties, her being at a crossroads with her show being over, making Astrid a priority, BJ cheering her up, making her laugh, BJ also sharing personal stuff and scaring off Astrid's bullies.

7.) Exploring BJ and Lydia's psychic connection. This time she can project herself to him if she needs to, and he's able to temporarily share his powers with her. Maybe a scene of Lydia possessing BJ to dance as payback, but it ends up leading to a playful and energetic dance number where they both end up having fun together.

8.) Delores and BJ somehow switch places where she gets his curse where if you say her name 3 times she gets summoned/banished and gets locked up in BJs old grave. Beetlejuice is now the new "soul sucker" who turns to Rory and says, "I'm taking back every last shred of Lydia you took from her." and proceeds to suck out his soul, burp and says he tastes like shit. Beetlejuice raises his hand and pressed it against Lydia's, essentially returning the stolen "energy" her toxic ex bf took from her.

9.) The wedding actually happens this time at the Deetz home because third times the charm, and because BJ losing a third time is boring and predictable. BUT there's a curveball: Beetlejuice can't leave the house until he can find someone to pass his "soul sucking" powers to (since it would be dangerous for a mortal to be walking around freely with that kind of ability).

BJ is irritated by the turn of events, but says he finally got his bride and promises someday he'll take Lydia to Hawaii for their honeymoon but in the mean time they can get plenty of practice for their honeymoon in their home. XD He then gives Astrid some money to "scram" and go to the movies to give them some privacy and to "come back after the cigarettes part". Then proceeds to carry Lydia up the stairs bridal style.

What do you guys think of my ideas? What kind of stuff do you think is essential for a BJ3 film?

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(Beetlejuice AU)

*as early as childhood Adam Kadmon could see the dead, it wasn’t some whimsical little gift, it was horrifying because he could also see how they died as well, it was traumatic for a five year old to see someone who was missing half of his head because it was blown off by a shotgun, even with therapy, no one could explain why he claimed to see the dead, at this point Adam was 22 years old and his mother Sera had decided to move to a small town with her new wife an eccentric artist named Rosie, even though both Adam and Emily had graduated from college, they decided to help them move in, Adam stood in the yard wearing black jeans, a black shirt, a black leather jacket, black sunglasses, black combat boots, and a black straw sun hat*

Sera: Starlight, I am so happy you came to help.

Adam: Of course I would help you mom.

*Adam kissed Sera’s cheek, in the window to the attic he swore that he saw a flash of black and white, they walked in and they looked around, the house was still decorated in the style of the old occupants who were a young married couple named Moxxie and Millie who had died, though the style seemed to scream grandma and grandpa, Adam looked down to see a book by his foot*

Adam: Handbook for the Recently Deceased, do you know anything about this?

Sera: It is probably something that belonged to the old occupants of the house.

Adam: Mind if I keep it?

Sera: Not at all.

*Adam went off to flip through the book while Sera and Rosie talked of refurbishing houses like this and selling them, Adam went to the attic and lounged in a chair while flipping through the book talking of things like the Underworld, he liked the attic, it had loads of neat antiques and a model of the town as well that was quite detailed, what he didn’t know was that he was being watched*

Adam got up and looked at the model town, the amount of detail that went into it was something like a work of art. Even the little people had amazing detail.

Too bad it was probably just going to get thrown away. It was better than the weird art that Roise made. Don't get Adam wrong she was a nice lady and treated his mom dad better than his dad did, but her idea of art was weird.

Maybe the attic could be Adams bedroom? It was big enough and away from everyone else so he could have enough privacy no one would bother him unless that wanted to climb a bunch of stairs.

Adam jumped when he heard what sounded like footsteps.

Adam: Hello?

Lucifer was small enough to be in the model town, he watched Adam and pretended to be one of the figures.

Lucifer: Hey there.

Adam looked around, he was used to hearing and seeing the dead by now but that didn't make it less weird.

Adam: Whose there?

Lucifer: Down here cute stuff.

Adam looked back at the town, his eyes almost landed on Lucifer when his mom called for him.

Sera: Adam honey! Come and get your things for your room!

Adam looked away: Coming mom!

He left and Lucifer kicked at the dirt, damn it! So close.

[msookyspooky]

I see your Creature Randy and I raise you; Creature Reader! (Btw how are you I miss you on may dash >_<!)

I love this especially as someone that's a huge Lisa Frankenstein, Corpse Bride, Nosferatu and Beetlejuice lover

@f1nalboys if ur still into Randy and still write ur masterpieces on him ♡♡♡

And I am so so so so sorry this is astronomically late! It was under like 23 anons of long winded spam forgive me 😭😢 Missed you all too, pookies ♡

I'm just going with Scream since it wasn't specified (But I accept other request too)

Scream 1996 Character + Lisa Frankenstein 2024 Mash Up:

Randy Meeks, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher

TW: Gore, Bodyhorror, Death, Decay, Murder, Bugs

Scream Characters x Creature Corpse Reader

Randy Meeks:

♡ You enjoyed the young man's voice even from 6 feet underground. Muffled and hard to hear; but heard none the less. Visiting your grave site and telling you about his day every so often on his way home. He wanted a partner and complained of the woes of dating as a social outcast? So endearing. You're non-beating heart still stirred even if you were in a peaceful twilight of paralysis and decay.

♡ But he didn't react how you hoped. Absolutely freaks the hell out when you followed him home from the grave after it got struck by lightning and you were resurrected from your eternal slumber

♡ Then you were confused and offended. Why was he running and screaming!? He wanted a date and here you are! Did men not court anymore?

♡ "Jesus!!" He had exclaimed while staggering over objects and holding up a vhs tape as a potential weapon. You gestured to things explaining you were the one he visited at the cemetery, "I wanted a d-date not a damn Evil Dead character from the Grave all guts and maggots!"

♡ When you still didn't quite get it in your haze of reanimation; he spelled it out for you same harsh energy as the gif.

♡ "YOU. ARE. DEAD! A nasty, oozing, rotting corpse! Of course I'm not interested!!"

♡ Ouch. Okay, so you were dead! So, your ear fell off and you didn't feel nerve endings now!...You still had feelings feelings. The kind that made you whimper and feel your heart beating a new and twisting painfully in your hollow chest.

♡ He faltered seeing tears (or um...Whatever body fluids you had) well up in your milky eyes and you stumbled away.

♡ He felt really bad and confused hearing you sobbing in his closet. And absolutely fucking terrified of you.

♡ "Hey...Hey look, I'm sorry but ya gotta cut a guy slack here, okay? It's not everyday an undead person stumbles in my house. You took me by surprise is all...Maybe you're a nice zombie? C'mon, I'm sorry that um...Ack, God!-" He gagged quickly covering his nose at the smell you must be admitting as you cried and he begged, "Pplleeassee stop crying before my room smells like friggin roadkill."

♡ He makes you shower and well even you were a lil grossed out seeing a worm fall from you. Disgusting. And he even gave you an oversized shirt with 'Friday the 13th' on it. How sweet! A gift!...Well, you sorta took it because it was soft and he scrunched his nose telling you it was all yours.

♡ Shows you movies and soon realizes he has someone that will listen to him ramble. He points things out and you hum and nod as he goes on and on and you sit there a 'zombie' as he called you.

♡ He scolded you in the kitchen and waved a paper at you, "Hey, hey, hey! No. Bad Zombie. You can't just go wandering around my house. My sister and parents will flip!"

♡ You grunted in offense at him scolding you like a dog but relented venturing his house...You were bored! You had been in that coffin in the ground way too long just to be shoved in a closet sneaking the same VHS tapes on his mini tv over and over

♡ He's horrified when you killed a guy bullying him in his yard one night that had followed him home after Randy had made a remark about him at work. How dare that bastard hurt your living boy! Said boy is mortified you not only bludgeoned the guy to death but that you stole the bullies ear and urged him to sew it on. You shrugged at him...What? He wasn't using it!... Not anymore.

♡ Randy had the idea of using the faulty tanning bed to jolt your dead tissue after claiming it worked in...Too many movies to remember as he rambled like a mad scientist. And It did work.

♡ He tries to tell you that you both can't just kill anybody but that all backfires like everything else in Randy's lil losercore life

♡ But...The more you're resurrected. More human. More alive with life in your eyes and able to smirk or pull him along to explore. Well...You see how he gets tomato red at you undressing in front of him. Your body not as disgusting as it once was. Not at all.

♡ "Damn...I mean um..." He rubbed the back of his neck giving your now fleshtoned and warmer looking body clothes. "Ya know, maybe no one will miss Robert anyways? I mean he was a total geek like me. No one will remember him." He faltered at you nude and tracing his jawline in concern at how he always talked about himself. He stammered, "I-I-I mean, ya know um...Shit..." He swallowed looking at your eyes now as vibrant as they were in life. "You're...Kinda cute for a zombie. I mean...Well..." He blushed more at you smiling. Not kissing him, not yet, too afraid you were still a bit ripe and just took the clothes while squeezing his hand and he averted his eyes bashfully at your nude form. "Just put clothes on, would ya?"

♡ And hey? He kinda found it romantic after awhile especially not getting caught helping you kill for body parts. Going from the guy no one wanted to an undead but not fully dead individual with eyes on only him and no one else. It may go against every natural law he knew but damn at least he had a date and someone that once fully alive and warm to snuggle with during horror movie nights.

Billy Loomis

♡ (I don't think we give him enough credit for his off putting creepy behavior or his odd ways. He'd be the most down for corpsey you. Like, he's a freak of nature with pretty privledge. In another life, he was a gothic outcast like Lisa in male form let's be real.)

♡ He'd go to the cemetery to think. Smoke. Sometimes he talked to your gravestone seeing you were near his age when you died. You liked hearing him. Wishing you could reach up to hold his hand but alas a pine box and 6 feet of dirt stood in your way.

♡ "Must be nice...Wish I was with you sometimes. Instead I'm studying for English while I'm dying inside slowly. Probably as rotten inside as you are...Corny, huh?" He chuckled wryly and patted your tombstone.

♡ When you stumble to his house on a stormy night while his Dad was away doing God knows what; he obviously flipped. He went to stab you and you just looked down at the knife and pulled it out. A bit of your rot going out with it.

♡ He backed up against a wall breathing heavily. Eyeing you till you put the knife down and pointed at a picture he took of your grave on his bedroom wall.

♡ You're dead eyes look pleased when he remembers and you went to hug him and he was a bit like...No. Pushing you away with a grimace.

♡ Yet, he looks at you in wonder. Intrigued how you work, your anatomy...And he's actually flattered you came to him. That you were 'special' in the same dark way he was.

♡ You're disheartened when he specified he wanted to be in the ground too, not necessarily with you. It hurt. Being rejected in death like you were in life.

♡ "Oh Fuck-" He grumbled pinching his nose at your tears. "Okay if you're gonna be dead; you're gonna be clean and dead. Shit-" But he muses, "This is like Re-Animator. Or Frankhooker only I didn't pick your parts." You give him an offended look and he smirks, "Oh? You got sensibilities? I just saw a worm fall out of you."

♡...He had a point but you were still offended.

♡ He gives you one of his oversized polo shirts or flannels. He slid his fingers over your cold thigh, curious as can be as you lightly went to smack it then realizing...Oh right. No hand. How Embarrassing.

♡ He smirked in fascination and lifted your wrist to examine it, "Bit of a problem." You couldn't help watching how his beautiful dangerous dark eyes looked at you, "You need parts...And I think I know exactly how to get them." You grunted in response and he raised a brow, "What? I won't give you some ugly old wrinkled hand or something. Don't worry about it...I'll take care of you. Promise."

♡ Let's you sleep in his closet and he SHOULD be mortified but instead he's like a young boy who has a secret friend no one knows about.

♡ Gets you a hand and you blink as he still had blood on a rag it was wrapped in. "Hey, don't worry. I told you I'd get it. You're like my newest thing to focus on. Like...Like Edward Scissorhands even if I'm no Winona...More like the mom." He jokingly mused while putting the new hand on your wrist. You grunted but relented as he sewed the hand onto yours. Both of you disappointed it didn't work. He paced the room in annoyance, "Damn... There's gotta be something-" when...The neighbor did have a faulty tanning bed they didn't use anymore

♡ Treats you like a beloved experiment. Enjoying his kills having a purpose to bring the perfect girl/guy/person to life.

♡ It even distracts him from getting revenge on Sidney. Sometimes.

♡ He eases into bed with you, "Hey...You're dead you know. I'm not waiting around till you're alive to get laid. I mean, does everything...Even...Ya know, work?" He mused aloud. His eyes scanning your body barely covered by his flannel as you may not blush yet but your skin was a blu-ish flesh tone or getting more warm by the day and you watched and let his hand...Travel curiously.

♡ Finds it endearing that you don't like him having a girlfriend or beinh so close to Stu, "Aw, you want me all to yourself? I have a lot of chicks I have sex with you know-" Grins wider at you almost fully alive again grumbling and holding his pillow in bed with a pout. He loves feeling wanted. Adores it especially with a girlfriend like Sidney that was too nice, too pure, too trusting. He craved a possesive partner that wants him and only him...But damn it, this living man was all you had. You had no one but him. And he had such pretty eyes too.

♡ He's secretly very possessive of you even if he gives you a hard time. When you sneak out and some guys were flirting/haggling you; he yells at you then drags you back before holding you close reminding you you were HIS secret. HIS deadgirl/guy/person. HIS project. HIS.

♡ You knew his killing was getting erratic near Fall time and on the night before the murders; he fully makes you alive and you both don't hesitate to explore. Why not? Go all the way making the night special. He reasons horror movie logic doesn't work on supernatural creatures like you

♡ The night he dies; You're devastated beyond belief and you sneak out and get his body from the morgue not caring if your caught and resurrect him with that tanning bed

♡ He's not as dead as you were but has no memories solid. That bullet scrambling his brain a bit and if anything; it's perfect. You take care of him while trying to make him alive. No revenge, no mommy issues, no murder. Just you...Just you and him. A twisted couple but together forever.

Stu Macher

♡ He only knew your grave from it being a shortcut as a tween to home. THEN he used it to scare kids with the shtick of, 'watch out...You say the name at midnight and she comes back!'

♡ Screamed so shrill and loud he'd never admit it when showed up at his house covered in mud and clearly a corpse. He screamed like a young girl at you actually showing up on his doorstep undead both out of longing and annoyance of him constantly PESTERING your resting place

♡ "Get away from me you undead freak of nature!! Bro, I SAID GET BACK!!" Followed by him throwing a pot at your head and you groaning in discomfort and annoyance clutching your rotting head.

♡ He finally mustered his usual bravado when you were thumbing through his CD collection, "Ugh nooooo! Goddamn, why?!" He grimaced. "Man, you got your nasty dead fingerprints all over my shit!" You ignored him and tried sitting the CD on top the CD player expecting it to work like a record. He raised a brow, "Uh no. Get with the times, babe." And begrudgingly played it for you properly.

♡ He watched you listening to the music and get mud and worms and body juices- "Oh damn it, get in the bathtub! Fuuucckkk, man. I just got this carpet my parents are gonna kill me." He grumbled shoving you in the tub

♡ He watched you get in washing away grime as he cringed, "Man, you smell awful. Like, I'm gonna puke just looking at you-"

♡ If you threw a worm at him from your insides for being an ass it would so funny. You should do that so he screams again.

♡ After he gets over the shock he's calling Billy up and nervous and of course Billy thinks he's high or pranking him and hangs up just for you to be standing behind him

♡ Does question if he can use you like a pin cushion and you feel no pain just for you to lift your shirt and remind him if he tries to take out his sick lil urges on you...It ain't blood. It's decades of rotting insides and flesh and body juice.

♡ He's gagging but morbidly curious, "Eewwwwww, you're fucking disgusting." As he goes to poke a hole on your rotting torso and you smack him with your stump of a wrist where your one hand is missing, "Soorryyy, got it. Don't finger your holes." He joked and you grumbled tempted to crawl back to your grave in annoyance at him.

♡ He's cleaning frantically and doesn't let you help after you bent over and more...Stuff came out of you through the shirt he gave you and onto the carpet but he does wonder aloud, "Wonder if we put you together like, I don't know, Frankenstein or something if it would work?" He looked at you as you shrugged with a grunt unable to do much else as a corpse

♡ He warns you to stay in the attic and you definitely did not enjoy that but shrugged as you busied yourself going through his families belongings. You saw the dolls hanging up in there, grunted and kept it moving

♡ You secretly disliked Tatum and how she talked to him and he was over the moon teasing thinking his dead toy was jealous. He even made remarks that hurt your feelings but you didn't cry. Didn't give him the satisfaction of finding something else to nitpick. He had new girls behind Tatum's back there constantly anyways.

♡ You...May have coughed up a worm as a fuck you in him and Tatum's popcorn one makeout movie night when they were distracted.

♡ But you blinked at him getting you and hand that didn't match you. Blinking but he was already sewing it on and excitedly saying, "Don't worry, I got it. Man, this is gonna be so friggin cool!"

♡ He told you to get in Leslie's old tanning bed she said had a short in it and cranked it up...To your shock...It actually worked. Shocking your system.

♡ He grinned smugly, "Ha! Knew it...Wonder if I can sew a dick on you or big tits or-" You glared with your newfound muscles in your face restored and he held his hands up, "Alright alright. Jokes, jeez."

♡ You started to realize he may have initially acted normal but was anything but. He WANTED to show you off like some fair project and you refused for obvious reasons. He was charming and a huge risk taker to the point of being a ditz but also not. He was an odd conundrum

♡ He was cute obviously but he crushed on you first having bizarre taste. "Ya know..." He had you in his bed with his sister one oversized nightgown on you. "I always wondered what it would be like to...Ya know...Do stuff with a stiff-" You gave him the most bewildered offended look, "I'm just saying! I wouldn't do it. And you're...Undead, not the same morally." He rolled his eyes with a huff but eyed you and got closer. "Just...I mean, you're like the ultimate doll. Just for me. And you can't blame a guy for being curious."

♡...You were also curious but thankfully his parents came home and you groaned as back up to the attic you went. He did provide magazines for you though

♡ You just had one more 'part' left to replace in an embarrassing area and he used the night at the party as Ghostface to get it. Billy still didn't believe him and he seemed to not care. Not wanting to 'share' with Billy anyways

♡ Bloody and looking better than you wanted to admit he smiled like a kid in a store sewing it on and touching you along the way in a way that surpringly made your undead carcass...Warm.

♡ People still drunk at the party complained when the power went out when he fully resurrected you to living breathing tissue and you and him despite your better judgment kissed and...Tested out your parts.

♡ He had it in his head you were his toy and doll and thing and you disliked being a thing and yet the way he made you feel alive literally and metaphorically...Maybe you could play along.

♡ When he died that night from the tv you brought him back before cops could fully investigate. He wanted to go back for Billy but didn't hesitate to leave him either once he came to

♡ Is devastated he looks like 'a freak' with his face now and yet you cup his cheek and kiss him. His player cassanova days are over but...He had you. Now? There was level playing field. And if you both had to kill to get parts along the way so be it.

[barblaz-arts]

Ok I lied, one more Hazbin character ask.🙏

Thoughts on Lucifer, Carmilla, Rosie, and Adam?

Lucifer

I love love love him. Terrible dad tho! Lmfaoo

Genuinely think Charlie let him off the hook too easy for all the neglect imo. It's kinda weird how most of the fandom suddenly thinks he's a great dad. He's okay at best, tbh. Just because he has a gorgeous singing voice(Jeremy Jordan is the fuckin BEST man) and a silly personality doesn't mean everything's swell. I hope the second season further tackles this. I remember someone saying before that Lucifer resembled a dad who accidentally had a baby as a teen and doesn't actually know how to be a father and I haven't forgotten about how accurate that is. Still tho! Great character! I'm not even exactly mad about him being popular, just a little bothered by how he's viewed by most people. I hope the show has him do more than sing a musical number to EARN Charlie's forgiveness

Carmilla

I love her, even if the way her character is written is a little, um, how do I say it? Weird? Doesn't make sense sometimes.

Like how she's a demon Overlord who sells weapons but has a line that goes "I always thought that I would keep blood off my face". So does that mean she's never killed anyone before? Or maybe she swore off killing at some point? If she's only ever taken a life to protect her daughters, what sin did she commit to get her to end up in Hell, with her daughters no less. I have my speculations, but with how little we know about her, speculations don't change the fact that Carmilla is a strangely written character. She has some moments that are just questionable choices from the writers too. Like, how they had Carmilla point out how obvious Vaggie's nature is, making Charlie's feelings of betrayal look a little stupid on Charlie's part. Or how Carmilla sang to Vaggie that she should focus on love and not revenge, even though all Vaggie has ever thought about is protecting Charlie while never showing any signs of even thinking about getting back at Lute. Such a strange character. I hope she makes more sense next season when we get to see more of her, because I truly do love her. If this is never tackled though and I just happen to be overthinking, it's fine. I still like her anyways.

Rosie

A really sweet lady for a, um, cannibal. I can never get behind the fact that she and the other characters eat people RAW though! No matter how beautiful she is, the hotness factor is knocked down as long as you don't clean, cook, and season your food, maam. Nasty.

I hope we see more of her relationship with Charlie though. People keep talking about how Carmilla and Vaggie are similar, but I feel we should talk about her similarities with Charlie too. Throughout the show Charlie is ridiculed and given no respect by her people because of her sweet nature and jolly disposition, but here Rosie is being all those things and yet has a whole town to lead! I hope them meeting is set up to have Charlie learn even more from her.

Adam

Oh man he vexes me lol I don't completely hate him, because he has some funny moments, and kickass songs, and the OG Broadway Beetlejuice voices him, but he's suuuuuch an asshooooole. He's not even the kind of villain that you still like to see and romanticize even when he's evil. At least to me. I think my brother explained accurately why. He hates Adam in fact, and that's because his attitude and personality is too accurate to incels that you can see in real life. I enjoyed him as the first season's villain, but I do NOT want him coming back somehow as a sinner like others want. I want him to stay dead. It's Lute's turn to be the new big bad. I still have Pentious if I want more Alex Brightman anyway.

[fright-of-their-lives]

I want you to talk about Lydia and Charles and their relationship.

If you want

Wow, I have NOT been on this blog in years and this has been sitting in my asks for a REALLY long time

So without further ado (for the maybe 3 people who still care), here's my long ass post about

Lydia and Charles Deetz, and why their relationship is the emotional crux of the entire show

I've said it before, but I want to reiterate that of all the characters in the show that she meets (Beetlejuice, The Maitlands, Delia), Lydia's most important relationship is the one that she has with her father, Charles. And this relationship serves as the emotional crux of the story, and is crucial in Lydia's development and eventual embrace of life at the end of the show.

I'm going to start off at the very beginning, with Lydia singing "Invisible" at Emily's funeral. The priest speaks some very important lines that get overlooked, but actually give us the main theme of the entire show.

In times like these we have no words, we have only each other/Scripture tell us "sorrow not, for we do not walk alone"

Of course, the "we do not walk alone" line is a direct reference to the fact that this is a show about death and ghosts, but it has a very clever secondary meaning that directly contrast with Lydia's feelings of isolation and loneliness expressed in "Invisible". She feels unseen, invisible in her grief for her mother, that people just look away when they're unsure of what to say or do.

Grownups wanna fix things, when they cant it only fills them with shame/So they just look away

Lydia turns to Charles when she sings this line, and he promptly does just that: he turns away. He cant face her in this moment, furthering Lydia's feelings. She feels alone, abandoned in her grief for her dead mother. Wanting desperately to be seen. But even though she doesnt specify by who, we know exactly who she wants and needs this acknowledgement from. And it's the only other person who knows and understands the grief she's feeling: her father, Charles.

Lydia isnt just grieving the death of her mother, but also the loss of her father. He's abandoned her, gotten a new fiance, and just supposedly just forgotten all about his dead wife, and wants Lydia to do the same.

'Cause Daddy's in Denial, Daddy doesnt wanna feel/He wants me to smile and clap like a performing seal

Daddy's moving forward, Daddy didnt lose a mom

No more playing daddy's game, I'll go insane if things dont change/Whatever it takes to make him say your name, Dead Mom

The song may be titled Dead Mom, but the song itself focuses just as much, if not more, on Charles. Lydia's moreso ranting here, expressing her anger and vulnerability in a way that she cant with her dad. The whole reason she sings "Dead Mom" is because in the scene right before, her attempts to get him to open up and talk about Emily get shot down. And at the end of the song, Lydia declares her intentions, to get her dad to finally talk to her, talk about her mom, by any means necessary.

Which is where the Maitlands come in.

While Lydia is excited by the existence of ghosts and by the prospect that her mother might be a ghost as well, her primary goal isnt just seeing her mother again. It's getting her dad to see and believe in ghosts as well.

"Your dad cant see us"

"He doesnt see me either"

Lydia wants, above all else, to be seen by her dad. And she belives that this will finally open his eyes, to get her what she's so desperately wanted since her mother's death: to have her family whole again. Both mother AND father.

Which is why the reveal of Charles and Delia's engagement breaks her. To her, Charles has not just forgotten all about her mother, but about their entire family. A family that Lydia desperately misses and needs at a time like this. But Charles is seemingly moving on, ready to discard the past. To discard their family. Discard her.

And it breaks her. It breaks her that her father may not care about her. And while its not true, those feelings are what drives her to climb onto the roof, feeling more alone and abandoned than ever...

But Lydia isnt the only one feeling alone.

Charles himself is very clearly taking things just as hard as Lydia is when it came to Emily's death, abeit in a completely different way. While Lydia throws herself into the macabe and gothic, wading dangerously deeper into grief and despair, Charles chooses to turn away from his own grief and throw himself into what he knows and where he's most confident: his work (if you havent, please listen to the demo track "A little more of your time", it gives us such good insight into Charles' character, idc that its not in the show).

Charles is not a man that handles chaos and uncertaintly well, and even admits that he struggles with expressing his feelings and being vulnerable. And from what we know about Emily, she was the exact opposite.

Mama was positive, Mama was pure/Made me less dark, and dad less insecure

Charles' facade of being the "Big Successful Business Man" is there to hide his anxiety and insecurities, and nothing makes him more insecure than his role as a father to Lydia. Charles is a provider, it's what he knows and is good at. It's why he does things like moving them into a new house, getting her a "life coach", trying to get her to act more positive and happy. Yes, a big part of it is him avoiding his own grief, but in his own way, Charles is showing how much he loves and cares for Lydia. He wants her to be happy and healthy, but without Emily as the bridge between them, his way of going about it completely miss the mark. He feels alone, which is part of why he begins his relationship with Delia. When Charles felt like him entire world had crashed around him, Delia is what anchors him again, and gives him the support he needs to mmove forward, both him and Lydia. Unfortunately, things dont work out how he planned, and the wedge between him and his daughter only ends up widening.

Which is why we have the The Netherworld/Home scene.

Lydia is completely at her lowest, most vulnerable point in the show here. Her desire to reunite with her mother again leads her to a desperate goose chase through the netherworld, screaming helplessly for her mother like the lost little girl she is. She's all on her own, lost not just in an unfamiliar place, but in life general.

And the person that comes to find her, that jumped without hesitation right into hell with her?

Charles does. Her dad jumps right into the unknown after her, and finds her when she's lost. And they both finally open up to each other, to not just express their grief, but to share it with the person who knows exactly what they're going through and can help them get through the pain, the loss, and the sorrow.

Sorrow not, for we do not walk alone

[wenclairfamily]

Travel Blog - Visiting the Real Town Where Beetlejuice Was Filmed

East Corinth, Vermont is a small simple town. There are no sidewalks anywhere, the only public property is the small town library and small post office, and the majority of the town itself is on just one road. However there is one important reason to visit the town... it's the place where Beetlejuice and it's upcoming sequel were filmed!

To be clear, this town isn't designed for tourism. There are no hotels in or near the town, and no real walking paths or sidewalks anywhere. In fact, very little of the town has changed since the filming of the first Beetlejuice movie 35 years ago. However that's not to say the town hides it's association with the classic film. The building that was used as "Miss Shannon's School for Girls" was purchased by a fan years ago, and has been preserved as a fun tourist spot to check out and stop at.

Also, several spots where the movie was filmed have been marked with photos for intrigued people passing through town to see. Although with the exception to the "school for girls", the public library, the post office, and the roads themselves: everything else in town is private property not open to the public. Many sites, including the location where the famous Beetlejuice house was: are located behind drive ways with very explicit "stay away" signs planted by the home owners. I did try to go to the local cemetery, hoping to maybe get some shots of it (as I'm not sure if they used part of this cemetery in the upcoming sequel movie). However there was a real funeral happening when I arrived, so aside from getting the one shot seen above, I quickly left.

One important fact worth noting is that the famous bridge where Adam and Barbara died at the start of Beetlejuice was never a covered bridge. The red cover was added for the movie. However the cover was given to a nearby ski resort (that uses it just for storage sadly and bizarrely enough). So the bridge seen in the movie still survives, albeit in pieces.

One fun fact I discovered though (after rushing across the street from the nearby library), was that the water under the famous bridge is not that deep. If a car did go off that bridge, any individual in the vehicle would indeed get hurt... although it be hard to imagine them getting so wet they'd immediately freeze to death. Also, the road Adam and Barbara were driving on doesn't even lead to the property where the Beetlejuice house was located. So it would seem that Adam and Barbara must've been a little lost in their new hometown in the movie, as they were driving the wrong way home before they died in a creek that must've been filled with ice poison that month. Sorry to ruin the illusion for everyone.

However, during my travels in Vermont: I did travel to other covered bridges not too far away; and it's these bridges that Tim Burton years ago may have been inspired by. I also learned that in parts of the New England area, there are local legends about covered bridges. There's silly folklore tales about how these bridges have mystical properties, and that spirits inhabit these bridges. Some bridges even encourage people to be "bridge fairies" and leave gifts at the bridge for the spirits (with bad fortune coming to those that don't respect the bridge). The strange folklore surrounding these bridges and their unexplainable link to a realm beyond ours could very well have perhaps inspired Tim Burton to make the covered bridge the location where two characters in his movie would enter the strange realm of the afterlife. It's an intriguing thought I never would have had if I hadn't explored this little town and the surrounding areas first hand...

[milly1111]

Blindly Trapped (Beetlejuice fanfic)

Prt 1

New fanfic 🤭🫣. This one has been haunting me every night and didn't stop until I started writing it. Typically, these tend to be looong. (I promise to always tag the other chapters. ♡)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Everything. (+18 only.) This one gets a lil wild. As we all know Beetlejuice is a perv..sex, swearing, domestic abuse, gore etc.

(NO minor should be on my tumblr anyways, sorry kids. Byeeeee.)

It’s been a few years since the whole Beetlejuice shenanigans went down in her family’s house back in Winter River. Currently Lydia was in college a few years deep in, graduation was nearing..pretty much right around the corner. She spent most of her time living in her college dorm, but recently she was staying in an apartment complex being split among her and her roommates. Shit may have gone down in her college dorm, she unfortunately was still gifted with the ability to see spirits. Not that would ever go away, she could tolerate some places better than others, her college dorm was not it. Other than that pothole, life was starting to feel a bit more ‘normal’. As normal as it could possibly get for the goth anyhow. She was still rather invisible, the odd one out, an outcast. However she now had a small circle of people she considers her ‘acquaintances’. 

Even a boyfriend she thought she had wrapped around her finger for three years. She cannot lie, the guy was beginning to grow on her. She wasn’t sure if she was just growing accustomed to just having the guy around or what, but she didn’t mind his company. Now, if you ask others around her, they beg to differ. Her family strongly disliked the man she was seeing. Saying he was rude, that he didn’t care and was using Lydia for whatever purpose and advantages he could get. Her ‘acquaintances’ and roommates especially had a list of vulgar things to say about this man in her life, or ‘toddler’ they’d reference him as. 

Lydia simply brushed all that off, but she knew deep down something was off. She was dating the guy for three years, and she couldn’t even sleep in the same bed, or even in the same proximity to him. One time she stayed over his place for a week, she left his place returning home collapsing on her bed out like a light. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t sleep when he was around, perhaps she was just someone who slept better alone? Was it his obnoxious snoring? Was it him physically kicking her off the bed in his slumber? Or maybe it was a neon warning sign of her body practically screaming ‘DANGER DANGER DANGER’. But hey, let’s just brush that under the rug. Lydia had done this the whole time in her relationship, brushing things off. 

This man would work magic on avoiding her family, or her special invitations of her work getting displayed on rare occasions. There was always an excuse as to why he couldn’t attend. So essentially anything that was important to her, would get left unattended to. At first it devastated her, as time went on she got used to it. She stopped offering often, and would just go about her business. Without the expectation, it didn’t leave room for disappointment or getting hurt. So perhaps in all this relationship, it was different. She recalls the first day she found out the two of them were dating, and no he didn’t actually ask her out. 

It was a cold winter day, he drove Lydia home after hanging out. Pulling up to the driveway, she caught her father standing by the door with his arms crossed glaring at the approaching car. While this guy, soon to be boyfriend, was going on and on about a hangout with his friends, she was honestly half ass paying attention and could care less as to what he was saying. But then suddenly she heard him say “my girl.” Her head snapped in his direction, her eyes widened in surprise. Was she just hearing shit? Or did he just say something outrageous? 

“Your girl?” She mocked him, “Did you tell your friends… That I’m your girl?”

“Uh.. Yeah.” He laughed uneasily, rubbing the back of his head, as Lydia looked taken back, this was news to her.

“So if ‘I’m your girl’ then when the hell did we even start dating?” Then everything from that point was history. The relationship had continued for three whole years with this man named Josh.

Now here Lydia was kicking her bedroom door open back in her family’s house. She walked in dragging her bags against the wooden floors, her door closing behind her. She sighed sitting down on her bed, looking around at her teenage room. She was surprised her room was exactly the same as when she left it. She thought surely, once she moved out for college Delia would have changed the whole damn room as a walk-in closet for her art work. Strangely enough, even as a young adult, she still would keep her room exactly as it is. 

As she was getting all mushy about her past she felt someone or something in the room with her. The energy was strong, she could feel herself almost drawn to it. Goosebumps ran over her skin sending electricity down her spine and her body involuntarily shook. She felt her baby hairs sticking up on the back of her neck as she saw the dent on her bed right next to her and what felt like a cold hand on her shoulder. As she looked over to the energy drawing thing next to her, the shape started to materialize. She squinted her eyes, then her attention was ripped from her as her phone went off and her head snapped over to her phone. The sound of cackling laughter filled the room and she jumped up spinning around quickly with her phone in her hand moving away from her bed, she watched as the indent in her bed began to rise. 

Was that 

Him..?

Her heart began to race, as the cackling faded, she slowly backed up. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to steady her breathing. Answering the phone she lifted it to her ear, her fingers gripping the sides of her phone in a death grip, “Hello?”

“Lydia! I heard your back from college. Come over! I’ll buy us some dinner.” She internally groaned when she realized it was Josh. Typically she hesitates before answering his phone calls. Josh sounds a little too happy about her return, usually this didn’t happen? Odd. 

“Uh.. I don’t know Josh…I mean, I just got home. I kinda just want to sleep early tonight, and I’m sure my dad and Delia want to play catch up.” Her father and Delia weren’t even home. Delia had sent her a text letting her know that they were going to be away for a bit and to take care of things until they got back. Lydia just assumed it was one of their work trips, which they were going on more often. So that was just a little white lie… Lydia noticed she started doing that more often to avoid certain stuff when it came to Josh. But in her defense she was exhausted and she spent three hours driving home from college. 

“Sounds like ya are tryin’ to be avoidant..tsk—tsk, Liddy Lyds.” A familiar deep gravelly voice spoke followed by a snort. Lydia gasped, her head snapped in the direction of hearing Beetlejuice. She saw him laying out on her bed, his legs spread and his back up against her headboard. He wore his usual striped suit and trousers, his black tie looser than usual. As he eyed her with an amused grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “What’ya want the guy to beg? Like I’m about to do? ‘Cuz I think ya would be better off stayin’ right here with me, babes. I’ll put ya right to sleep, after a workout. Don’t even gotta do anythin’, just leave it to me baby.” 

Josh was talking a mile a minute, didn’t even hear Lydia gasp. She was in a state of shock as she saw the poltergeist just casually hanging about in her room, on her bed of all places. “Alright Lydia? ….Lydia? Uh.. Hello? Can you hear me?” 

“S-Sorry.. Bad reception, what did you say?” Lydia stuttered and this just made the poltergeist's smirk grow as he watched her get all distracted just because of his sorry ass. This in fact pleased him, that he was the reason she couldn’t focus talking to her little breather boyfriend. 

“I said, I’ll just come by and pick you up? I figured you don’t want to be driving since you drove all the way home? Just pack a bag, I want you to stay the night.” He repeated, sounding a little irritated that he had to repeat himself. Lydia’s stomach turned at the idea of spending the night at his place. She had just got home, plus she was very exhausted and she knew if she would spend the night at his place she wouldn’t even be able to sleep. That’s just signing up for a hot mess and scattered brain disaster. She just wanted one peaceful night where she could actually relax. She spent a week of hardly sleeping, and the past couple days without sleep at all, just to do well on her finals. This time she was putting her foot down, which she doesn’t do with Josh often. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep giving her the motivation to just not care. 

Lydia sighed softly, “Listen, Josh.. I really like the idea of spending the night with you–” She heard Beetlejuice scoff loudly at that, rolling his eyes. “--But I had a long drive. I’d like to stay home tonight.”

“Right.. Then I’ll come to you. I’ll pack a bag, bring some food and be on my way! See you soon sweet cheeks!” Before she could argue with him, which she intended to but of course, he hung up on her. She grimaced at him calling her ‘sweetcheeks.’ 

“Whata catch Lydia, a true gentleman. Comin’ all da way here to, spend the night? Excited? From my eyes babes, yer wanted some lovin’ from yours truly.” He purred out, wiggling his eyebrows at her. Lydia grabbed one of her decorated pillows and chucked it at him, Beej was quick to catch it with a grunt, “Hey!” 

“Enough! I just wanted to sleep! That’s all.” She whined out in defeat and sat on the edge of her bed, putting her head in her hands. 

“..Lyds. Hey.” Beetlejuice’s tone suddenly changed, not used to Lydia acting this way. But he assumed it was because she overworked herself? After all, the woman looked like a goddamn raccoon, he knew she just came back from college. Her graduation date was right around the corner, so maybe she just completed finals? He stopped stalking her for a month so he wasn’t really up to date. He was about to reach out but slowly retracted his hand away, “How about I handle that jackass for ya? I’ll scare the shit outta him, havin’ him runnin’ for the hills. Lemme resolve this for ya. Just give me the word.. You know what to do.” 

“Just.. Forget it. He’s already on his way. Besides, he rarely ever comes over here so maybe…he actually wants to see me.” Lydia sighed, fighting off tears. She absolutely refused to cry in front of anyone. She felt the bed shift as Beetlejuice slumped down by her, his back sulking. He was not happy with one word that left her mouth. There was no way in hell Lydia wanted that man over. Now she was sitting here spilling excuses of why it was okay for him to come over. He didn’t understand it, it was obvious his Lydia didn’t want the guy around.

“Lyds, it don’t matter if that damn prick is on his way. I don’t give two shits, I’ll give him a lil scare. He will leave ya alone tonight, baby, just say it.” Beetlejuice leaned closer to her, that's when he froze. His lopsided grin fading to see just how exhausted his Lydia really was as she looked at him through her fingers. “Lyds.. When the hell did ya last sleep?” He slowly moved her hands down from her face holding them in his own, “And what, dat good for nothin’ is coming over? What ya need is sleep, not a distraction to keep ya up all night.” 

“It’ll be fine.. I mean at least my father and Delia are away, so whatever he can come over.” Lydia said, keeping her eyes to the ground. She was almost sounding like her own boyfriend coming over was a chore, and was now forcing herself to complete it. Beetlejuice was not liking this prick the more she spoke about him. I mean he already hated the guy just for the mere fact he was with his future wife. Lydia was his and he was not about to share her, not when he finally got her back. Now that he sees she’s not even in a decent relationship, it made him want to interfere selfishly. He moved closer wrapping an arm around her attempting to comfort her. Lydia flinched and pushed him off of her moving to get up from her bed. When she did that his dead heart throbbed, dropping down to his ass.

She spun around to face Beetlejuice, “Listen, he’s going to be here any minute, just keep your distance. I don’t even understand how you’re here right now, because I didn’t summon you. But I won’t hesitate to send you back!” Lydia threatened, her voice stern. Beetlejuice’s shoulders slumped down and he felt his heart shatter. The way she pulled away and her harsh words she threw his way hurt him deeply. It’s like she didn’t remember what she did? She summoned him.. His head lowered as he rose from her bed floating slightly above the floor as he fixed his jacket and straightened it out, “Sure..sure, whatever ya say babes..” His voice was lower and not full of the same energy he usually gives her. Lydia arched an eyebrow to that, maybe he really did miss her? 

Before she could think more about all that the doorbell rang, Beetlejuice's whole demeanor switched up and his eye twitched as she left her room to go let this asshat in. “Oh, this’ll be fuckin’ great.” He snarled, vanishing from her bedroom.