#and that's Beej's way of say she's very pretty

[acabspocky]

Beauty & the Beetle is literally the cutest fucking episode of Beetlejuice so far, and I think it's going at the top of the BBB list

Lydia literally asks Beej if she's ugly 🥹😭

And of course this mfer (Beetlejuice) can't be normal about it relatable and he basically just says she's "not even pretty ugly," and that he would show her what ugly REALLY looks like...

THE WAY THIS MAN TOOK LYDIA ON A WHOLE ASS FIELD TRIP TO THE NEITHERWORLD FOREST, TO FIND THINGS THAT ARE ACTUALLY UGLY INSTEAD OF JUST SAYING SHE'S PRETTY 😭😭 HAAAAA

HELP

I'VE FALLEN

(for them)

AND I CANT GET UP

[madam-o]

Re the weird divide in the Beetlejuice fandom, which I really don't get

Fandom is so strange. Just liking Beetlejuice himself as a character has invited all manner of unusual kinks and personal interests into the fandom, and hey, the more the merrier. Beetlefans and netherlings are an assembly of interesting weirdos, so like, you do you. And obviously, this means that you should try not to judge or make assumptions about others based on your own feelings about their interests. Riiiight?

So, Beetlebabes as a ship has been around since the beginning of the fandom, and it certainly seems likely not to be going anywhere with the sequel. Now, my own personal stance on the pairing lies straight in the middle. I think Lydia and Beej have a beautiful friendship in the animated series and musical. They're such a great comedic duo and there's something very pure and sweet about this girl and her bug-man. Their relationship in the musical IS colored by the fact that they're both using and tricking each other a lot of the time, but they seem to have a mutual respect on this point and don't let it ruin their friendship, well until the topic of moms comes up, anyway.

In the movie, it's more complicated. BJ is motivated primarily by his desire to be free and couldn't care less about Lydia's problems. He also gets just a tad creepy with Lydia, though he's not over the top about it. He claims that he thinks that she "really understands me", which is a frickin weird thing to say about a kid who you talked to for like five minutes. But the pervy implications are kept to a minimum so as not to drive the movie into darker territory. His motivations are still kept as primarily a green card thing, although the viewer is still pretty grossed out by the forced, child-bride marriage.

Re BJ, I don't see him as a human or someone who really follows human rules. He's a supernatural creature who has a vague, outsider's understanding of what being human means. Even interpreting him as a ghost and not a demon, he's too different from a human to remember what being one is like. In the musical and cartoon, he relates to Lydia from a child's pov, but tries to behave like an adult with the Maitlands. He's neither, though. He's an unliving, essentially immortal Thing. And while Lydia clearly has a lot of affection for "her monster", she's not exactly into this gross, stinky, creepy old guy. As for BJ, he's very attached to Lydia, perhaps unhealthily so, but he's not being a sexual predator with her.

However, as a Beetlefan, I've seen that it's pretty natural to pair the two up romantically. I certainly shipped them as a kid. And yeah, it's kind of a weird ship, but Beetlejuice as a concept is just weird, period. Weirdness and age gaps are hardly anything new or unique in any part of the internet. Teen fans ship characters their own age with much older characters all the time, and it's not usually frowned upon. But in the Beetlejuice fandom, there appears to be a lot of ship-shaming and accusations of p3d0ph1lia when it comes to this teen/ancient monster pairing, which I'm guessing is a lot more of an internet drama thing than about the actual pairing itself.

Now to be clear, I don't ship teen Lydia with anyone, but I also acknowledge that she's not gonna stay a kid and that things could change between them.

Personally I like the idea of Lydia and BJ being reunited after spending several years apart and things being super weird and tense based on their history. I've become primarily a fan of the relationship dynamic they have in the musical, so I see them as being distrustful of each other and competitive about getting one over the other. But they still gel in a unique way, and they can't help but enjoy their messed-up frenemy thing. And I think the awkwardness of the teen bride thing should be leaned into rather than forgotten or brushed away.

Lydia (to BJ): You really fucked me up, you know. I was just a sad kid who you manipulated. You fuckin creep.

BJ (to Lydia): Yeah but at least I didn't literally STAB YOU THROUGH THE HEART, so...point to me, there.

This type of prickly, antagonistic relationship is like catnip to me, honestly. So it's pretty disappointing and sad that all this fandom drama crap can and probably will affect my ability to share and enjoy beetlebabes content because "beetlebabes dni" appears on so many profiles and posts. It's the kinda thing that makes fandom culture such a double-edged freaking sword. Why can't people ever just let people enjoy the thing they like and try to be respectful of each other, ya know?

[howlingdemon13]

You could use a buddy~!

Guys, you have no idea how happy I am that this is complete! You know I'm gonna be supper obnoxious now that I can turn into a demonic ghost with mommy issues. 🤪 Anyway, some notes and thoughts on this cosplay that no one asked for and no one wants~!

First and foremost, this cosplay is sort of a clonesona. I feel like (if given the chance), Beetlejuice would play around with how his clones look. Obviously on stage it’s impossible to find actors who look identical to the lead, but I like that the fandom has embraced BJ being unable/unwilling to create clones that are a 100% physical match. If that’s the case, I’m sure he throws in a more fem-presenting clone once in a while.

This doubles as a feminine-presenting form for Beetlejuice himself, too (Toonjuice has no issue changing his gender presentation at will in a bunch of scenarios, and I like to think that Musicaljuice would be the same/similar). I guess a version of Beetlejuice that’s female would be fun, but I prefer the idea of BJ shapeshifting to look and present the way he wants to (or to have fun with unsuspecting victims).

Even from the early development of this cosplay all the way back in October, choosing between a dress and a suit was like pulling teeth. I love the suit an unhealthy amount, but I wanted something distinct from other interpretations. That, and I was hesitant to lean into the hyper-sexualized looks I’ve seen from officially licensed offshoots of the character. Beetlejuice, while a self-proclaimed sexual being, doesn’t read as the kind of entity to go from generally masc-presenting all the way to hyper-sexual fem-presenting. Also, where the hell is the grime on all these fem designs???? Why does she look clean? Cowards!

I think BJ would settle on a fem-presenting form in a suit, but I also think he’s just as comfortable in a dress regardless of the pronouns/physical characteristics he’s using at any given moment. He likes his dresses and we love him for it.

Anyway-

I wanted a dress that felt “old” but not dated,so I settled on a shirt dress. They came about in the 1920’s, but didn’t become super popular until the 50’s. The cut of Beetlejuice’s suit is somewhere between modern and a style that would have been popular in the 50’s, too.

I also think shirt dresses are pretty “neutral” in that they aren’t form-fitting and they read more like a shirt from the waist up. I didn’t want anything dainty, but I wanted some movement to the fabric, and a dress does that a bit better than a suit imo. It’s why I love Beetlejuice’s first 15 minutes on stage in the trench coat. I know it’s a callback to when we first see him in the movie, but it adds a ton of secondary movement and looks cartoony when coupled with very exaggerated movements typical of a stage show. It’s why I love watching Collette especially bounce around on stage because istg he knows this (or that him growing up with the cartoon make him really lean into over the top body language and the trench coat just adds to it).

Like, look at that! Are you seeing what I’m saying? If I could animate, that would be a dream shot!

Oops, can’t go 15 minutes without thinking of the silly.

All that is to say that movement and form in an outfit, especially one for a character as chaotic as Beetlejuice, was super important to me. It’s also why I settled on long, curly hair, kept the tie, and added a bow. All of that breaks up patterns, adds movement, and is something I can put moss on. Anyway, this cosplay has a lot of little nods to the musical, cartoon, and film (but is mostly based off of the musical).

Cartoon: bugs!! Toonjuice is sometimes seen with small beetles chilling on his suit (which he inevitably snacks on). I love the idea of Beej being covered in bugs, so I felt compelled to include them on the dress and hat. It's a subtle reference, but one that I really wanted. They’re made out of scrap polymer clay and painted. Here are a few:

Film: The guide hat! It's iconic. I know that the hat made it into very early versions of the musical and promotional materials, but how it got thrown by the wayside is beyond me.

Musical: the grime and disrepair! I was heavily inspired by an early suit that is absolutely covered in moss!

I also added a lot of grime to the shoulders and hem as a callback to later versions of the suit and especially the tour version of it. I also added some x stitches since I really like the way they look on the current tour suit!

Oh, and the banjolele! Can't forget my favorite prop!

Miscellaneous: I love giving supernatural characters pointy ears and fangs, so you best believe I’m going to do the same for BJ. Slightly related, but I love the tour makeup so much. The makeup artists really lean into Beetlejuice being corpsey and I’m here for it (I essentially combine the tour and film makeup to get the look I’m after).

Oh! And snap bracelets! I remember hardcore stimming with these as a kid to the point of destroying them (then it was goodbye snap bracelets), and you cannot tell me Beetlejuice, neurodivergent-coded demon ghost, wouldn’t be the same way. Full disclosure, I had to wrap them around metal bands because these snaps are rubber and the texture is a nightmare for me, but I was determined to include them. They’re also a substitute for Beetlejuice’s watches in the film.

God/Satan, that was a lot of rambling. If you survived all that, thanks for reading!

[possum-quesadilla]

New chapter of Time’s Arrow, “Good luck, babe! You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling” is up! Everyone say “thank you, concussion.” (Don’t actually. It sucks.) THIS CHAPTER IS PARTICULARLY ROUGH. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS CAREFULLY AND PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

As always, here are the extras!

- The lyrics for this chapter’s title are from “Good Luck, Babe!” By Chappell Roan! I think it is pretty self explanatory, haha.

- The songs for this chapter are “A Deer Mistaking Candles for Headlights” by Crywank, “Racehorse: Get Married!” By Jordaan Mason, “bad idea!” By girl in red, “Gross” by Penelope Scott, “maggot belly” by awfultune, “Lavender” by Penelope Scott, “Personal” by Stars, “Little Soldiers” by The Crane Wives, “Butch 4 Butch” by Rio Romeo, and, of course, “Good Luck, Babe!” By Chappell Roan!

- “ “Go! Class starts in…” he leaned away, squinting hard at the clock on the wall just outside the kitchen. “… some.. amount of time.” “… I need to take you to the optometrist.” The teen opened the door and went to step outside, ignoring the demon’s ‘huh?’.” - Beetlejuice’s eyesight suuuuucks. They’ve never been to an eye doctor, or even heard of one. They really need glasses. Perhaps they will get some soon!

- “The very thought of the feeling of food in his mouth, of the savory and salty tastes and mushy textures overwhelming his senses made his stomach turn. But the tug at his non-functional heart strings at the image of Barbara’s disheartened expression was stronger, more painful.” - Not the best motivation to eat, but honestly, any motivation can be good motivation when you’re having trouble getting yourself to eat!

- “Did anyone see you? You barely pass as human, and you’re a stranger in this town. Did anyone bother you? Are you alright?” “Geez, Chuck, when-” “Where have you been?! Do you know how late it is, young man?” - Get parent-ed, idiot!

- “‘Young man’? I am neither of those.” - This is a cheeky reference to a similar joke in “Good Omens”!

- “… English isn’t my best language.” “What others do you know?” “.. let’s put a pin in that convo, D-Dog. Your energy is distracting in the best way.” “Aww, thank you!” - a little peak at Beej and Delia’s friendship. I will probably expand more on it if I ever write the extra chapters!

- “Charles furrowed his brows. “Where did you get that laptop?” ” … “… where did you get that one?” - He stole them.

- “ “The what?” Charles sat up straight, brows knit in… concern? Beetlejuice wasn’t sure.” - he is not used to parental concern! Get cared about, fool!

- “… ‘Surely the average White River townie will be petrified by your demonic beauty!’” He chuckled to himself. He thought perhaps he imagined Barbara, Adam, and Delia laughing as well. “First of all, thank you, you’re too kind.” ” - A little peep at the smug, braggy little guy he used to be! And yes, they did laugh at his joke in agreement. He just doesn’t want to hear it because he can’t accept love.

- “Semi-tamed curly hair, now brown with irritating grey streaks he couldn’t get rid of. Manic honey-brown eyes instead of yellow serpentine ones, blemishes on his face instead of moss. Skin now pink, but still pale.” - yeah, basically just Alex Brightman, just with brown, curly hair. Surprise!

- “…wrist-length black driving gloves to cover his blackened fingertips.” - This, along with a line later on, is heavily inspired by the character Theo from “The Haunting of Hill House”. See if you can spot it! She similarly is very sensitive, and wears gloves to avoid direct physical contact with others.

- “They hate it. Fuck. Maybe next-day delivery holy water is still an option?” - ABSOLUTELY NOT

- “They look like a substitute teacher.” - Dewey Finn reference! I see a lot of Beetlejuice fans talking about the “School of Rock” musical. I’ve only seen the movie, and I love it. Should I give it a listen?

- “ “They look… nice.” Adam’s cheeks were flushed a dark pink. Barbara let out a delighted giggle as she rubbed her hands over his facial hair. “What a professional little man!” ” - They think he is so handsome. Barbara cannot control her cuteness aggression.

- “Lydia, pumpkin, I don’t want the people of this town thinking of me as a scoundrel. He obviously is too old to be E-.. Emily’s son.” - He’s trying his best to keep Emily relevant and talked about!! It’s just a bit hard still. Also, yeah, no one would really believe the man with greying hair was spawned from Charles and Emily.

- “He hadn’t been opposed to people thinking he was his son.” - he has never been called someone’s son in a positive way! New experience unlocked!

- “He was… happy. Light. Warm. He felt like he could rip apart a car with his teeth.” - like yours truly, Beetlejuice gets the urge to bite and rip things apart with his teeth when he is excited.

- “ “… I’ll tell folks I’m a distant Maitland relative. Maybe a cousin!” Beetlejuice grabbed Lydia’s arm, going to pull her out the door, missing the way Adam and Barbara wrinkled their noses at the word ‘cousin’.” - I wonder why they were so opposed to him being called a cousin? Hmmm.

- “Beetlejuice slides the Book across the counter and holds out a pen. “Have you heard about our Loyalty Program?” ” - what a weird, suspicious insistence he has. I wonder why that ‘Book’ is capitalized. Surely that must be an error? ;)

- “He bolts off, excusing that he needs to go find Percy and put him in ‘extreme air jail’.” - ‘Extreme air jail’ is when he floats off the ground while holding Percy up. Like regular air jail, but extreme.

- “Aftershave. Tung oil. Black tea. Tea-tree oil and nicotine.” - the smells, respectively, are from Charles, Adam, Barbara, and Delia! Delia smells like her vape pen a bit.

- “Lydia released the demon’s hands, slowly stepping behind them. “I’m behind you, alright? I’m gonna take your blindfold off.” ” - Lydia educated herself on his triggers and is careful not to come up behind him/touch his back or chest without letting him know first!

- “The walls had a familiar striped wallpaper applied to them..” - they recreated the striped walls from when Beej took over the house!

- “… pocketed figurines of various horror characters and stupid-looking colorful monsters. (Adam had called them “pokay-men”?)” - Beetlejuice stole a bunch of Pokémon funko pops without knowing anything about them, except that Adam likes them.

- Two “Lisa Frankenstein” references! The poster, as well as the name of a character later.

- “The ceiling was lined with familiar gentle string lights, the bulbs giving off a soft yellow glow.” - gentle lighting for his sensitive eyes, courtesy of Adam and Barbara! He never really turns on the overhead lights.

- “A large, fuzzy, purple rug covered most of the hard concrete floor.” - Delia picked this out for him! She knows how much he loves Floor Time.

- “… seemingly home-made black and white quilt..” - Barbara made it herself!

- “.. and a rotund black cat plush Lydia had ordered off of Amazon and claimed was for herself.” - it is a squishmallow. Beej still has no idea what they are, but Lyds got one just for him!

- “.. even a rocking chair covered in a bright green fleece blanket in the corner-” - Charles picked out that blanket after seeing how much Beetlejuice enjoyed the fleece blanket on the guest bed!

- “Like Dad said, you deserve your own space, big guy.” - ‘Dad’ is capitalized like that because Lydia considers Charles both her and Beej’s dad now.

- “They still aren’t sure what to do, way later that night, as they lie in their very own bed for the first time. They’d never had a space of their own.” - yeah, he’s never had his own bed. Or room. He mostly slept on the floor growing up, sometimes under a stove!

- “.. as he stared up at the multitude of gently glowing green stars plastered on the ceiling.” - Delia heard that his name is based on a star, so she got these and carefully plotted them out to match the real night sky/constellations!

- “ “I was only thirteen, Beetlejuice.” … “I dunno, Sexy. Arson is a pretty mild form of revenge. I was doin’ a lot worse for a lot less at that age.” ” - Beetlejuice had suggested that Adam should’ve set a bully’s backpack on fire.

- “And you don’t wanna put your weapon up against your victim’s back. Makes it real easy for them to just take it from ya.” - This is true! A little bit of self defense advice!

- “Do you get all your mugging tools at Home Depot? God/Satan, you’re butch.” And “My tit!” - These are both “Jennifer’s Body” references. I couldn’t help myself.

- “… red sleeveless sweater, frowning at the blood-stained button-up underneath. “My.. good friend gave me this stupid, tacky sweater vest…” ” - Yeah he dresses like his human disguise like Dewey Finn because of Adam.

- “It was tacky and itchy and smelled like mothballs, but it was still something one of his favorite ghosts had given him.” - Beetlejuice savors every single thing given to him, because no one really ever gave him presents before.

- “Don’t say Barbara, don’t say Barbara- “Ba-.. Bab… Babette.” What the fuck was that? Babette? “Yeah. Babette… ” ” - Of course, the town remembers Adam and Barbara, so he has to call them by other names. ‘Babette’ is what he thought of on the spot.

- Suprise! Ash is Sky the Girl Scout’s sister! Her full name is “Ashlyn Swallows”, but she only wants to go by “Ash”.

- “Fuuuuck.” … “ “.. damn. That… that, uh… poor girl..” Fuck, the Maitlands and Charles and Delia are going to be so mad when they hear about this.” - Asshole Beej, my beloved. He only cares about his own humans, and not at all how he impacts anyone outside his circle.

- “…and a fair wage from my own pocket.” - So the business doesn’t suffer from the absurd amount of money he is going to pay this kid.

- “Beetlejuice’s ear flicked at the sound of her heartbeat quickening, the jewelry clinking irritably.” - Yeah he hates the jewelry, but he had a hard time saying ‘no’ to Cyrus’ gifts.

- “… yeah. I didn’t realize she’d remember, though.” - Hmm. I wonder if anyone else remembers things that occurred during the loop?

- “… and Barbara enjoyed the occasional sniff of his glass.” - Since she can’t drink the wine, Beetlejuice is letting her smell it instead. Not the same, but it’s still nice!

- “Barbara was sat right up next to him on the couch, leaning on his side and keeping an arm loosely around his midsection.” … “They try their best not to melt at Barbara’s touch as she starts to gently scratch at their chin.” … “His ears went back at the delighted little squeak from Barbara, but he relaxed as she wrapped her arms around him and tightly squeezed. “There he is!” Beetlejuice felt his tail quivering as he wrapped one arm around her in turn. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m the most handsome devil you’ve ever seen.” The ghost softly huffed. “It’s true!” ” - Barbara is laying it on THICK. Too bad Beetlejuice’s skull is thicker!

- “.. the demon jumped as Delia leaned in close, scrunching up his nose at the smell of wine on her breath, the sudden increase in all of the sounds of her body functioning. Lungs expanding, blood flowing, joints creaking. It was much harder to ignore when she was that close.” - Beej is constantly overwhelmed by the noises everything makes, especially since he’s not taking care of his sensory needs.

- “The demon slowly let out a breath once Delia leaned back into her place again, his grip on Barbara tightening. Why was it so hard to allow humans to be close?” - BECAUSE HE DOESN’T PAY ATTENTION TO HIS SENSORY NEEDS. And also people suck sometimes.

- “He glanced down at the ghost, hurriedly looking away and taking a swig of his wine when he found her staring up at him with a soft, fond look in her eyes.” - Oh, he’s big stupid. Thankfully, Barbara likes her men just a wee bit stupid.

- “Beetlejuice slurred, finishing off his glass. He went to release Barbara and reach out to refill it, but she gripped onto him tighter.” … “He felt the wine glass be tugged from his grip.” - Barbara decided he had enough, and is gently cutting him off here.

- “(If anything, at least the alcohol was dulling the horrid sounds of the house settling, of the wind blowing and clouds churning, of the distant call of the cicadas. He could no longer feel how tight the stupid dress shirt was, feel his own teeth sitting in his skull. It was nice. Perhaps he should drink more often.)” - unfortunately, a staggering amount of adults with autism use alcoholism to cope with symptoms they have yet to learn how to properly cope with, and to help them better socialize.

- “Just like there’s some stupid part of me that’ll always hope my Ma will turn herself around and start carin’ about me.” - AUGH. The anguish of having abusive parents. Some stupid hard-wired part of your brain is always hopeful they’ll just decide to be good one day.

- “… kids are great like that. They’re made with this…. Hard wired love for their parents.” … “I always thought.. it would be great to take all the love I had saved up for her, all the love she never returned, and… pass it on.” - HE JUST WANTS TO LOVE AND BE LOVED SO BAD OKAY?? I’m not crying you are

- “He titled his head back a bit to look at Adam, in his pajamas, without his glasses, staring the demon down with the most sorrowful expression he’d ever seen on a human being. It hurts worse than the ritual, worse than the glass window, worse than centuries of solitude. This is all you do, Lawrence. You hurt others, and you hurt yourself. His mother’s voice is always in the back of his mind, but it’s so clear now.” - Adam is feeling sympathy and/or empathy, like a normal person, but Beej is taking it as him hurting Adam by being the way that he is.

- “ “B-but they… I could never…” The Maitlands hold him tightly. Barbara gently shushes him, running her fingers through his hair. He didn’t have to finish. She knew. They shared that pain, together. They’d had a long, tearful conversation one night, during their year in the loop. It was the closest he’d ever felt to human, even considering the times he was actually human.” - I will leave this up to interpretation within the confines of Time’s Arrow. I may expand upon it in one of the extra chapters, maybe write out the conversation they had, but for now I will allow readers to come to their own conclusions, since this breaches topics I am currently not fully equipped/educated to write about.

- “ “Maybe you can distribute that love elsewhere.” It wasn’t too bad an idea. But where?” - Delia is suggesting to turn that love inwards, and to maybe also distribute it to Lydia and the Maitlands. But Beej is daft.

- “ “Pink’s a great color on you,” Delia says, patting his cheek before she turns to head back towards the living room. He couldn’t disagree more.” - YOU DESERVE LOVE. CARE IS A GOOD LOOK ON YOU. Oh god he isn’t listening.

- “Sleep finally finds them. They aren’t sure how they made it down into their room, or how they were able to change into a cozy sweatshirt and pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts. But somehow, they did.” - Adam and Barbara carefully and very respectfully helped him change!

- “As they took a wary little sip of the old, undiluted wine,” - Greek wine from waaay back when had to be diluted. Undiluted, it is way too strong and bitter.

- “ “Beetlejuice, when was the last time you drank water?” .. “I had a Dr. Pepper last week.” .. “Who gave you a Dr. Pepper?” “Wh- I’m a grown demon! I can get myself a Dr. Pepper!” Lydia raised an eyebrow at him. He scoffed, looking down at the counter. “Fine. Ash did.” ” - this is both based on a bit from Game Grumps and also a conversation I had with a friend.

- “For that hour before the two of them had to leave, Beetlejuice instead listened. At first it was frantic, confused. Then the conversation was light and breezy. Teasing, joking, excitedly comparing interests. He knew he had to make them meet from the moment Ash mentioned cinematography. Neither of them had many friends other than him, from what he’d heard. And he was sure Ash didn’t consider him a friend regardless. I’m a genius.” - My guy thinks he is the master of meet-cutes. He needs to meet-cut it out and go to therapy. (Next chapter can’t come soon enough…)

- “Their tongue and throat burned with the remains of that horrible sticky, iron taste.” … “Energy, revitalized from this latest sacrifice, buzzed through their whole being..” - Yeah he is accepting sacrifices of human blood from Cyrus’ cult. That is how he is getting the energy and strength to resist the Seal.

- “They desperately grasp Cyrus’ hands. They fumble, head burning and spinning, as they guide his hands to their throat. The demon quirks an eyebrow at them curiously. “Hurt me,” they rasp, their words almost slurring together. “Hurt me like you did before.” ” - DRUNKEN CONSENT IS NOT REAL CONSENT!! Allowing someone to hurt you is not an adequate way to deal with your issues!!

- “As you wish, Pet.” - Sorry I twisted a line from a beloved romance story and made it fucked up. It will not happen again. (It might)

Fun tidbit for making it this far! Here are some TikToks that summarize Ash and Beej’s “friendship”! This, this, and this!

[remyfire]

"I may not be a nurse, but I'd like to think that I have pretty good bedside manner." She pauses as her robe slips down her shoulders, leaving her in her silken powder blue nighty, hair bouncing as she shrugs. "Well. Bath-side manner." Having people in her home to share the burden, to even pamper her from time to time, did much to soften the edges Peg has developed to protect her daughter, her home...and herself.

But that means she has the energy and focus to not only care for herself but care for her partners in turn. He's weary after an unexpectedly chaotic shift at the hospital. Peg knows, from their stories, that often back in Korea, they'd collapse onto their cots, filthy and fully clothed, to try and earn a scant hour of sleep. But they were home now and Peg was not about to let him slip away to throw on dirty pajamas and doze off.

The tub is finished filling and she turns the tab off. Manicured fingers dip into the water to test the temperature, humming in satisfaction at the warmth that kisses her skin. "Now, sir, for your bathing pleasure, tonight we offer a choice between," she sing songs, turning to the cabinet to fetch the packets of powder before turning back to her partner, waving them enticingly, "Lavender, honeysuckle, or! Jasmine bubble bath."

(FLUFF. FLUFF, I SAY. Hawk and Peg fluff!!!!!!)

Hawk's still not used to this. He's a long way out from Korea and BJ's teasing, "I like taking care of people. And maybe I read you wrong, but I figured you'd like being pampered." He's received enough of it from that man here and there that he should more naturally sink into it by now.

Maybe it's because it's Peg. Maybe because he continues to have trouble believing he can just reach out, touch her, have a taste of what he'd craved so desperately that first month back stateside. But as his new psychiatrist prefers to remind him about other facets of his life, the more that Hawk repeats something safely, the more he's going to believe that this is his new reality—that he's not going to be shot, mortared, crushed by a falling building, that he gets to be safe now. So perhaps this applies as well.

Part of it, he thinks, is that Beej is pulling the midnight shift right now. It's just him, Peg, and Erin in this house, with the little one already tucked in with her favorite stuffed animal. It brings back the memory of the warm summer nights when Hawk had been invited to overstay his welcome here, when he would lay awake in the guest bedroom and think of Peg on the other side of the wall and BJ still fighting tooth and nail to get home, when he'd want and want and want and not let himself have.

It took so, so long to make good on those desires—only when he had pure, open confirmation that he could—and maybe these soft, sweet moments are his reward for being good when he didn't have to be.

He rubs the back of his neck with a drowsy smile, lids already half-closed as he watches her test the water. "Trust me, I never heard a bad word about your company, bed, bath, or otherwise." Hawk fights to stay on his feet, but he can't help leaning back into the wall as he waits. Waits to be invited. To be told. "Some nights, he...made me think maybe you were just a dream. Some impossible perfection."

He understands now. He recognizes the vital nature of having something mythical but perhaps unattainable to fight to return to. But the difference is while Crabapple Cove was that mythical yet unsatisfying dream that kept him alive, Peg is living and breathing and so very, very necessary.

"Turns out he wasn't making it up," Hawk murmurs. "You really are home, aren't you?" Even with the way she shuts down sometimes and refuses to say what she's worried about, like they can't handle the fullness of her anxiety. Even when she forgets how life can be collaborative after so long on her own and tries to take the reins herself in everything, no matter if she's about to break or not. Even when she gets overwhelmed by how easy it is for Hawk to raise his voice, to meet conflict, to drive it to the peak so they can get it out of the way rather than force him to chase and goad it out of her in a kitchen.

She isn't perfection. And he adores her exactly as she is.

As Peg makes the packets dance before him, Hawk can't help but grin. "All right, all right, c'mon, bring 'em here." He waves her closer, but once she's in reaching distance, he tugs her in by the waist. Fingers sink into the cotton of her robe—the only one he lets her keep when he keeps stealing her silky ones—and pulls her against him. It feels wrong, pressing his body against her when he's been worked to the bone today, covered in blood and trauma even so far from the jaws of hell, but he knows she can take it.

Hawk cranes down to touch the tip of his nose to the soft place right behind her ear. He lets himself have just a taste—sucking the lobe between his lips and worrying it between his teeth—but he doesn't let himself get any more distracted, not even after her breathy shiver. He trails his nose further up, through her soft hair, and breathes in deep.

"This one." He feels for where he remembers the jasmine being—third in the line. "This one's most like you."

He's still vain enough to smirk when Peg has to resteady herself, cheeks flushed, pupils so dark and wide. He gets it. Beej was her one and only man for so goddamn long. Hawk's not sure if either of them will ever see BJ let himself be overwhelmed by another woman after the unsteady close calls he came to with both Carrie and Aggie, but if they ever do, he imagines Beej will look much the same, stricken and almost guilty from the ache of wanting something so badly that he can have now.

Slowly, day by day, Peg is adjusting to how her body sings for them both in these different but equally rapturous ways, and he loves getting a front row seat to her transformation.

Peg perches on the edge of the tub as she stirs in the powder, and Hawk wishes he had more in him right now to come after her and slip his fingers under that nightie, find the heat. Maybe the bath will rejuvenate him, but he also imagines it'll put him straight to sleep.

But there's time. There's always more time.

The floral scent fills the entire room, blissing Hawk out, taking him right to that edge of a haze that he finds so seldom without booze, without sex. It's coming easier these days. It's relief.

"Here you go, love," Peg murmurs. She's so close. He opens his eyes, not realizing he'd closed them, and has no idea how he missed her approaching him. He's further gone than he thought. But when he reaches for the hem of his shirt, she finds it instead, peeling the wrinkled fabric off him, and he has no choice but to let her.

Little by little, she strips him down. It's almost achingly familiar. If he lets himself remember, there's a slideshow of the hundreds of times her husband has taken him down to nothing—sometimes for sex, but getting his numb body ready for a shower or bed just as often. Hawk sucks in a sharp breath, has to reach and rub a few locks of Peg's hair between his fingers just to remember that this is real—not some hallucination at the 4077th.

She turns her head and kisses his forearm and he can't help but grin.

"You're a dream come true, you know that?" Hawk rumbles, barely audible.

Peg dips her head, but it can't hide her smile. "And you're the dream I didn't know I had."

He hums. The words wrap around his heart and give it a squeeze, dousing him in enough endorphins to nearly make him pass out. "C'mon. Help me out before it gets cold, huh?"

He doesn't let himself be embarrassed that he has to lean into her for the three steps to the bathtub. If he's a dream, then that means even when he's fragile. He eases his way into the hot water and groans long and deep as he stretches out, sinks in all the way to his chin. "Thank fuck BJ's tall."

Peg laughs. "He was rather specific about this tub, it's true."

"He's a goddamn genius." Hawk beams as he rolls his neck to look at her, opens his eyes once more. Behind her head, the bathroom lights are a halo. Suddenly she's too far away, even sitting on the edge, and he catches the hem of her robe and tugs just a little—just a warning. "Peg. I should warn you, you have thirty seconds to get all this off and get in here with me before I pull you in myself."

Her eyebrows shoot up. "I-I—Hawk, I poured this bath for you. Don't you think you should enjoy—"

"Twenty-five," he begins, "twenty-four, twenty-three—"

She throws her head back and laughs in a way that reminds him just so of Beej, the way that Erin is already starting to do herself, and he's so dizzyingly, incandescently happy that he almost wants to burst into tears.

He's home. He really, really is. And nothing can take that away from him ever again.

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

Hey! I love your Beetlejuice stories on A03, all of them are wonderful. Do you have any tips on writing the Maitlands? You write them so well, keeping them sweet while giving them depth.

you're so sweet! this got super long so its under a cut. please keep in mind that these are my interpretations of canon and you might disagree and that's totally fine!

Lemme break these into specifics for each one cause while theyre a matching set and should not be separated they're also pretty different! Barbara- the more out going one between the two of them, more willing to jump into new situations. i think of her as someone adam can lean on, and because of that their marriage is a little non traditional, despite what beej might say, since she's the one more likely to do things that scare her and sort of lead the two of them. barbara should be sweet, empathetic, and very patient, but also willing to put her foot down when it matters. she's a doormat no more. between the two of them, she's the one more interested in arts. while she might not like making pottery i think she's the more creative one - she apparently also started and gave up oil painting (the painting she smashes) i read her as someone who comes from religious trauma but that also might just be me putting my own baggage on her. she just feels like someone who would/could have been more outgoing if she hadnt been raised in a very traditional way, where women are a step below their husbands. i dont think that believe holds true in her marriage obviously but it's engrained to some degree that she needs to behave like the perfect wife/mother. this could also be part of where her anxiety about being a mother stems from (this part obviously is VERY personal to me and her character may not read that way to you, i acknowledge this i headcannon territory here) she's also willing to push adam into things that make him nervous, because she does want her husband to stand up for her. (that moment when beej is having his soliloquy, if you watch her she's arguing with adam and telling him to say something to beetlejuice, and that's the reason why adam interrupts him) in general i think she finds things that are odd and unusual to be more funny and interesting than scary - her laughing at beetlejuice's antics in the attic a lot come to mind. Adam - the more shy one. adam is someone who i read as having a fairly heavy degree of social anxiety (there are strangers downstairs! i didn't like strangers when i was alive-) and because of that he tends to overthink and be in his own head too much. adam's fatal flaw might be that he wants to sit down and puzzle through things instead of reacting. while it's good to keep a clear head sometimes you do need to react in the moment and stand up for yourself (which he learns by the end! go adam!!!) adam loves working with his hands. while barbara creates, adam maintains. he restores furniture and does woodworking. i do like to mix movie adam with musical adam a bit, because in the movie adam owns a hardware shop, and i think that vibe also fits musical adam as well. adam leans on barbara a lot - when beej is asking them to hire him, he looks helplessly to barbara, and he's always willing to follow her lead. in a sense she wears the pants, but it doesn't read as emasculating to me - barb's strength is leading and adam's is supporting. does not like to yell or wish people unwell. THAT GUY!! NEEDS!! therapy, i hope he gets the help he needs :( to me this, combined with him honestly thinking beej might be his dad for a moment, reads as someone who had a very turbulent early childhood. a negligent or possibly abusive father who disappeared early enough in his life that adam doesn't remember his face. maybe he doesnt like to yell because that's what his own father did, and he doesnt want to be like his dad. he wants to be better than that. his not knowing his father could also lead into his fear of becoming one - he didn't have a strong father figure growing up, and he's never had that behavior modeled for him

The Maitlands as one - they should be like two halves of a whole. barb might lead, but she never steps on adam. adam might support, but his own impute is never stifled. barbara will encourage adam to be more brave and outgoing. adam will help barbara keep her temper or talk through things that frustrate her. they're so in love it's kinda gross.

[murkyspace]

well I hope you liked those AUs, because here’s two more that I’ve had on the backburner for months. I’ve had no motivation to write for these, despite the fact that I really like the concepts:

“Showstopper”

- Instead of banishing him, Juno rents out Beetlejuice to other demons and humans who’ve found the tools to summon him, forced to do nothing but take orders for centuries.

- When he’s not on the job, he’s forced to wear a collar that drains him of his magic before he has a chance to use it. Think of it like an inverse spiked collar, with a bunch of little syringe-like pricks going into his neck. Wearing it for so long’s left a scar that’s kind of like a dotted line along his neck.

- Anyways, the plot happens when he’s summoned by Otho, and what seems like a routine call turns into a plan to trick his mom in giving him his freedom.

- Surprise! It’s a partially Otho-centric fic, because honestly, I feel like he’s a little underutilized. In this AU, he’s still a con man, but he’s invested a lot into his studies of the supernatural

- Spoilers, it works, and the two enter a partnership. Beej gets sanctity in the living world and a new afterlife to call his own, and Otho gets the world’s best special effects for his new traveling stage show. After he’s free, Beej usually covers the scars around his neck with a scarf or bandana

- Enter Lydia. At this point, her home situation is father, daughter, and Delia, and she’s having absolutely none of it. Delia’s still a life coach, but she’s more of a fan of Otho’s than a disciple. So, naturally, she feels that one of the best ways to cheer Lydia up is to take her to see one of his shows, and Charles is too exhausted and desperate to argue.

-Lydia hates the performance, but she immediately notices the uncredited stage crew behind the curtain. After sneaking backstage, she meets Beej, who’s being kept inside a steamer trunk surrounded by salt while Otho addresses the paparazzi. The two of them strike up a deal of their own: she calls him out in her house, and he scares the shit out of Charles and Delia

-Shenanigans involving Beej literally being in two places at once ensue, Otho finds out and is initially hurt that Beej went behind his back, but scaring with Lyds helped him realize that only existing as a stage trick wasn’t much of a step up from his previous cage. Long story short, Beej and Otho make a new agreement, and Lydia ends up with the world’s weirdest internship.

- From there, Beej and Otho are Lydia’s honorary gay uncles with no kids who spoil her during the holidays. (yeah there might be BJ x Otho stuff in here, because next to nobody writes that ship. Nothing sexual onscreen, though)

“Bold Departure”

- Not sugarcoating it, Juno just straight up mauls her son and leaves him for dead (metaphorically) on Saturn.

- Except, it’s the actual planet Saturn. He’s found by astronauts who take him back to Earth. He’s pretty much 2 weeks from fading from existence, so through the magicy-science of the future, his essence is converted into code and he’s given a shiny new robot body with a whole bunch of bells and whistles that work pretty much like his old tricks.

- He’s also given the new name Betelgeuse. The name also acts as a safety function, saying it three times locks him out of his more dangerous toys.

- Hundreds of years later, when a scouting expedition ship lands on a distant planet, Lydia finds the signal of a dusty robot in a striped suit using the last memento her mother gave her before her disappearance.

-I do have some plot for this, but it’s very spoiler-heavy, so I’ll share some of the planned roles for the characters.

- Charles is the main organizer and captain of the vessel (that I haven’t named yet). He works under Maxie Dean and mainly makes voyages to trade with nearby civilizations or scout out desolate planets.

- Lydia’s either a stowaway or here for work experience. She still has her passion for photography and morbid curiosity, and is super interested to see what the other reaches of space have to say about the abstract and weird. She never goes anywhere without her camera and a little tamagotchi-like device. The latter of which is the last gift from her mom. (She also puts Beej in it when she’s travelling around because the last thing she wants her dad to know about is her new nasty murder robo-BFFFF)

- Adam and Barbara are mechanics on the ship, they’re not really high-ranking, mostly relegated to maintenance and checking gauges and fuel. Together, they’re the best at fixing up mobile robot units, though, so they are the first people Lydia reveals her new killing machine to. After the initial shock of “oh god I didn’t even know something could hold that many sharp things” wears off, they find out that Beej is a pretty good conversationalist when he’s not making passes at them or cracking jokes darker than coal. He does his best to play wingman to the both of them, since it’s obvious they like each other and haven’t said anything yet. Who knows, maybe he could get in on that action?

if you guys liked any of the ones I posted here, I’ll be happy to drop lil breadcrumbs of headcanons or non-spoilery plot, maybe even chapters when I get to working on ‘em.

[ghosts-and-rock]

I know I just requested, but I really like the prompts you write. ^.^ This might be a bit indulgent but.. Something with Beej and a reader who has a belief system relating to the paranormal/supernatural? I don't want to get too specific, but the belief system stuff is different from someone who's a ghost hunter or something like that, its their belief system like how someone might be Catholic or something. If any of that makes sense. ^^;

You’re fine and thank you so much! I love writing prompts and y’all have so many fun prompts. Hopefully this was what you were looking for and sorry it took so long!

TW for mention of animal death

Beetlejuice had never seen a person who has a belief system relating to the supernatural. Hell, he had never expected to date one who had such a belief system. He knew that all of those creatures were real. He’s run into a few sometimes in the past. Mothman, that cheating beast, owed him some money for the last poker game they did. Still, life had been drastically changed for him since meeting this person.

Right now he was watching you in your little cabin right outside of Bozeman, Montana. Watching you light some candles to communicate with some spirits or supernatural. Part of him wanted to put a name to your beliefs but he just couldn’t. You never told him either. Still, he didn’t mind. He was always extremely interested in what you were doing.

“Who you communicating with today babe?” He asked you. “Anyone in particular that I might know?”

“Not that I know,” you told him. “Just have been sensing something nearby. Something that wants to talk.”

“Hopefully nothing that wants to hurt ya. I’ll kick it’s ass.”

To emphasize his point he punched his fist into his hand. You just laughed at him. Of course he would. Still you continued on with the candles. Soon you were finished setting up the table for communication.

You then pulled out a book and began to read something off it. The room grew dim as you continued to read. Suddenly the lights bursted into full glow until going back to being dim. In front of you two though was a small, animal spirit. A chimera cub. It was crying and looking around in fear. Beetlejuice was unsure of what to do but you just put down the book. You approached the spirit with a smile.

“Hello,” you said gently. “What are you doing here?”

“I-I don’t know,” the cub spoke. “One…one minute I was with my mama the next I was lost. A human found me but I…I don’t know what happened.”

The poor creature was terrified. Shivering even as you tried to comfort it. Beetlejuice didn’t want to break the news. His way of saying “surprise you’re dead” doesn’t go over well with most. So he left the whole thing to you.

“Oh honey I’m so sorry,” you told the cub. “I see it didn’t end very well for you.”

“W…what do you mean?”

You sighed. You always hated breaking the news to the dead. Beetlejuice usually did it but his way was…not appropriate for this cub.

“You’re dead.”

“What? What do you mean? My-my mama must be looking for me. She…she’ll know what to do.”

The ghostly spirit began to drift but you gently stopped them.

“That human,” you began. “Wasn’t very nice. He…he killed you. You’re dead.”

The cub was silent but you two saw tears form. Without saying anything you hugged the cub. Them sobbing into your shirt as Beetlejuice watched. He awkwardly then walked over and gave the cub a pat.

“It’s…it’s hard kid,” he said. “Believe me when I say that. But…you can stay with us until you are ready to move on.”

The cub was now sniffling but looked up at him.

“I…I can?”

Beetlejuice nodded.

“Oh thank you…”

The cub pulled away from your hug and rubbed their eyes. They seemed to be calming down.

“Now,” you began. “How about we go get you some stuff to get ready to move on? I have some pretty special stuff for you.”

This seemed to help the chimera cheer up.

“Oh? Where…where can I find the stuff?”

“Go wait in the living room and I’ll be there to help you. Mr. Juice here will help too. He has a knack for that kind of stuff.”

The cub nodded before floating out of your arms and going to the living room. Once they left, you stood up and turned to Beetlejuice.

“Thank you,” you told him before walking away towards the living room.

[daydreaming-jessi]

Any beetlejuice hcs???

Hm!! I think I shall take this opportunity to talk about the headcanon I’ve formed about Beetlejuice and the guide department! I talked a lot about this with @paperpaperowl and we had fun diving into the guide department.

So! The guide department runs differently from every other department. When you’re a guide, you’re usually an old hat at the ghost game already, but even then, you still need to be taught how to be a guide by the seniors of the place. Guiding is a rough job. Breathers die all the time, by the thousands, there’s hundreds of new jobs being assigned to you, when you’re a guide, you barely get a second to breathe back at the department before you’re heading out onto the field again. The department is a whirlwind of noise, people dashing through, paperwork being tossed onto desks to be filled out later when there’s a lull in the buzz, so much shit. When you guide lost newly deads, you never know what you’re gonna get, someone who will peacefully come with you, a jackass who fights back, someone in their home, or someone out in the middle of the woods. The biggest guiding problem is when people die outside. Sandworms ho. You have to be able to get to the spot, grab the dead guy, and get out before you’re both eaten. Guides are given the outfit that we see Beej wearing at the beginning of the musical, and even what he was first wearing in the movie. A dark trench coat and a guide hat, as I lovingly sketched out here a little while back:

(They’re kind of the modern day Death, lmao, but they gotta be incognito in case of the rare occurrence a mortal sees them)

Guides have to give out tote bags carrying the essentials needed for when you’ve died and moved onto the netherworld, handbook for the recently deceased, Toblerone bar, salt, the works, so usually they’re hauling around a buttload of them. But guides also carry an arsenal of junk that could come in handy in any situation they could wind up in. A medkit, an emergency flare/beacon, sandworm repellant, so much stuff is just stitched into their trench coats, they’re like those shady salespeople who sell stolen watches and jewelry from their trench coat.

The guide department also has this little problem that no one seems to have fixed yet. The head of their department is missing. No one knows where the hell they went, when they’ll be coming back, or if they’re even coming back at all. The department is so damn busy though, no one has the time to file for a replacement. So they’re just doing their job with no actual boss. Someone has to help those newly deads, and no other department is gonna step up to the plate.

So, back to Beetlejuice. Around when Beej was at the age the equivalent of a fifteen year old, Juno shoved him into the guide department so he’d finally have a job (at 15. Yay.) He was kind of a big deal, being Juno’s ward... thing (no one knows he’s actually her son) and he has a reputation of causing chaos, which the department DOES NOT NEED, so they decided to team Beej up with a senior guide that had been around the longest in the guiding game; Chief.

She’s kind of considered the one in charge of the department? Because she’s the only one still around that remembers the old head of the department, and actually knows how the place works? She’s a VERY old hat in the game, and pretty damn good at what she does. So Beej was put under her jurisdiction, and she kind of became his mentor in... everything.

They aren’t really friends per say, Beej doesn’t really actually know her and Chief doesn’t necessarily know his whole story either, but she’s kind of the first reliable adult Beej had in his life, the first person he could go to for actual help. He doesn’t say it that way of course, that would be humiliating. The way he says it, Chief is someone Beej can call in a favor from a lot. (He’s asked for a lotta favors from her. She not ever gonna ask him to pay it back.) They’re acquaintances. Chief got Beej out of a lot of sticky situations, and taught him how to survive out in the breather world. Without her, Beej would’ve been well and truly fucked when he got fully banished from the Netherworld. She also didn’t call him an idiot when he came up with the idea of bioexorcism, helping ghosts get the annoying living off their turf since the netherworld refuses to, instead being like ‘do whatever you feel like in your downtime, kid. It’s your personal time.’ That was kind of nice.

It’s been a while since Beej has gone back to the department in person, his supplies are kind of dwindling nowadays (his medkit has long been empty now and he’s lost his emergency flares centuries ago) He’s kind of a specialist they call in for difficult guiding jobs now, since he’s not the most reliable worker, and it can be damn near impossible to get in touch with the flighty ass. But he’s still considered a guide. He still sends people on their way to the netherworld, even if he’s focusing more on his weird bioexorcist side gig now, but the guide department will always have a soft spot in his rotten, stabbed heart.

(Also since he’s a dead born, sandworms don’t find Beetlejuice interesting to eat. Every guide envies this about him.)

So yeah, that’s my lil headcanon guide department.

[got-any-references]

What are your fav beetlebabes headcanons? Also, love your stuff <3

Thank you <3. And thank you for the wait cause oh boy if I don’t answer this ask with a ridiculous amount of art how will I live?

*Digging out the dust covered manuscript that is my nonexistent Beetlebabes fic from under the floorboards* It’s showtime.

So...Lydia is the one who falls first. She is about 17 or 18 at the time, so this is very much an “I have a teen crush on someone I am not supposed to” type of deal. Honestly they fell in love with each other way before that but like, platonically 

Beej is...horribly oblivious XD. Honestly its for the best because Lydia spends the better part of her pre-college summer freaking about because any time her best friend walks in the door her heart wants to go bull-riding in her chest and if she actually has to confront her feelings she might just explode.

Then, just before Lydia was supposed to go away to college, Beetlejuice...disappears. He leaves a note, saying he’ll be back, but weeks turn into months, months turn into a year, and no one either in the living world or the netherworld has seen a hair of him. Lydia goes through college without really knowing what to do with herself, missing what was probably the closest person in her life. She graduates with a journalism degree and a minor in photography. She works for a newspaper as an investigative journalist before breaking off over less than great circumstances and going off on her own.

She’s 25 when she establishes herself as a pivate eye, with an enormous amount of anonymous sources being dead people. Also, this takes place in New York City.

(Yes she absolutely does exorcisms on the side).

She’s following a rather stange missing persons case when one of her sources points to a run down establishment that is 100% totally haunted. Except when she goes there she doesn’t find any ghosts, but rather

Beetlejuice. And he looks awful. And very much human.

Lydia: You look like hell.

Beej: Yeah, I just got back.

...

Beej: Also I’ma pass out now so you better catch me.

So he crashes at Lydia’s place, and the whole thing turns into solving the crime as well as Beej’s  mysterious aquirement of a beating heart and working lungs. He doesn’t remember how that’s happened, only now everything is Too Much with Too Many Feelings. Speaking of feelings, you bet your ass there is PINING. SO much pining. Lydia’s best friend comes back and suddenly those feelings she’d dismissed as a stupid teenage crush come FLOODING BACK. 

While Lydia’s internally feaking out over her feelings (it's totally normal and platonic to wanna kiss your best friend while he sleeps, right??), Beetlejuice is, you guessed it, totally oblivious! To his own feelings especially! All he knows is that it's his best friend only now she seems like a completely different person, and hot. She is now hot. His mad respect for Lydia makes him bury that thought deep, deep down. Also the whole marriage deal is a source on bad memories for both of them and he doesn’t wanna ruin the only good thing he’s ever had and-

Anyway, more pining:

Lydia’s feelings bring out resentment, too. She hates that Beej calls her kid, because that means he still sees her as one, and her ego and her desire for him make her want him to see her, the woman who's seen some real shit in the name of finding the truth, who can take care of herself, and who is very different from that angsty 15 year old girl on the roof. 

It all comes ahead to a big confrontation where Lydia is shot, and Beetlejuice has to drag her to the hospital without any knowledge of how human bodies work and he has no magic so he can’t help her-

The hospital needs to know his relationship to her when they take her away, and Beetlejuice knows they wont let him in unless he’s close family so he is blurts out: “Husband. Yeah, I’m her...husband.”

Lydia wakes up with a patched up hole in her side and Beetlejuice clinging to her hand. She’s happy she’s alive, but also angry, because she could have avoided all of this. She was competent enough to not need anyone to rescue her. 

She wants to get back on the case as soon as possible, she found the key lead, but Beej doesn’t wanna hear it, cause he saw way too much of her blood and he’s not big on how human bodies work, but he's pretty sure that shit’s supposed to stay inside. They’re arguing when the nurse comes in and adresses him as “Mr. Deetz.”

Lydia snatches the clipboard away, sees that he’s told them she’s his wife, and is livid. Because crush or not the wedding thing had a whole lot of baggage she does not want to unpack. She has to confront the fact that her feelings are for someone who manipulated her into marriage at 15 and who she’s not supposed to see in that way but she does anyway.

And Beej, a dumbass but also angry cause she almost died out of a stupid reckless mistake is like: "Why are you all mad? It was a green card thing. It's not like it means anything." And that gets Lyds even more upset, with him cause he's an idiot, and with herself because she's still pining for someone who, she thinks, still sees her as a child. 

Lyds, getting her coat: "Fuck off." 

BJ: "Kid-"

 Lydia: "Stop calling me that! I haven't been a child since my mother died. I haven't been a child since you showed up! I haven't been a child since I've started this, since I moved here, since the first asshole tried to kill me. I've been through literal hell and I've had to pull myself out of it all on my own because I was still here and you left."

There's a beat of silence as Lydia realizes what she just said. 

Lydia: "And that's fine. Because I don't need you. I don't need anyone. You taught me that, at least." She yanks her coat onto her shoulders and turns to go.

 BJ, quietly, but its clear he's angry: "Do you think I wanted to leave?" 

Lydia: "I don't know what you wanted. Do you even know what you wanted?" She pauses at the door, turns to him. "Do you know what you want, Betelgeuse?" 

BJ: "I-" 

He stops. He can't look her in the eye anymore. You. I want you. Lydia scoffs, turns to go. 

BJ: "Lydia, wait-" 

Lydia: "Fuck. Off."

She leaves, and he just stands there, floored by his too little too late realization. Lydia thinks the best thing to do after leaving the hospital with a bullet hole in her side and hopped up on painkillers is to go get drunk! Self-preservation? None

Beetlejuice finally finds her drunk off her ass and suddenly in a great mood. He grabs her under the arms like "Whelp. Time to go." 

Lydia: "Nooo come on-" 

BJ: "Aren't you on hospital drugs? Doesn't that shit kill you breathers if you mix it all up?" 

Lydia: ":D I stopped taking them :'D it hurts like a bitch." 

BJ: "I guess I have the shared braincell now. Okay, time to go."

He manages to get her in the car without incident, but when he gets in the driver's seat suddenly Lydia's all over him.

BJ, with a lap full of drunk Lydia: "What. What are you doing." 

Lydia: "Beeetlejuice." 

BJ: "Yeees?" 

Lydia, smiling all dopey as she cups his cheeks: "Beeetlejuuuice."

BJ: "What" 

Lydia's finger hovers over his nose, as if to boop him. He closes his eyes. And suddenly her lips are on his. She tastes like alcohol and hospital food and as she pulls away he can't think. Then she starts laughing. "Ha! Gotchaaa! Classic Bait and Switch!"

And he’s pissed.

BJ: "Ha. Ha. Good one, Lyds." 

He dumps her out of his lap and into the passenger seat. Lydia blinks in confusion. Now she's cold. She wants to ask, but her mental faculties aren't all with her at the moment. He drives them home and helps her up the stairs before dumping her onto her bed. "Well. Bye." Lydia scrambles up the bed. The car ride gave her enough time to be at least a bit sober, and everything before getting here is blurry. "Where are you going?" Beetlejuice turns around, the widest smile on his face. She's confused for a moment before she realizes he's vibrating with rage. "Ya said you want me gone? Great! You don't need me, you can do your weird little suicidal quest thing yourself!" Lydia looks lost. They had a fight but she'd rarely seen him this angry. "If its about the thing at the hospital, I didn't- I didn't mean it-"

Beetlejuice: "Really? You'd think you'd be glad to have me gone. Why would you want a creep like me around? The whole marriage thing didn't just disappear, after all! Great to know you can still pull one on me, huh?"

Lydia: "Pull what, Beetlejuice-"

She remembers, hazily, the car ride.

They stare at each other for a moment Beej is breathing heavily, he's not used to living person emotions, ones you can feel with your whole body instead of just as an abstract thing, but its clear he's holding back

Lydia: "I wasn't-" 

Beej: "You weren't what?"

 Lydia (quietly): "It wasn't a joke."

The angry grin slips off Beej's face. He suddenly looks very, very tired. She might have believed just now that he'd lived for millennia. 

 Beej: “Why are you doin' this, Lyds? Did you know the whole damn time? It's not like I was gonna do anything, I just thought- I just-”

Lydia suddenly realizes that they are having two different conversations. And something else. She looks away, trying to wrap her head around it, and Beetlejuice doesn't read it correctly. He turns to go. 

Lydia: “Wait!”

 She jumps off the bed, feeling the whole world tip over slightly, still drunk, and stumbled over to him. He catches her instinctively as she grips his forearms for support. 

Lydia: “Beej. Beej, look at me.” 

She takes his face in her hands, and turns it toward her. He looks so lost, like one word from her might actually break him. She'd only seen that look on his face once before, and she never wants to again.

Lydia takes a breath. 

Lydia: “Beetlejuice, I-”

Aaand then she throws up all over his shoes.

She doesn't quite remember what happened next, only that she was in the bathroom, leaning against the door, the toilet was flushed, she was sweating, and he wasn't there. 

Lydia: “Beej?” 

Beetlejuice (through the door): “...hi”

Lydia: “What-”

BJ: “-happened? Well, that's a story!” 

His voice sounds cheerful, but it’s shaking slightly 

BJ: “First ya threw up all over us both! then that little experiment of yours with mixing the meds went off, and you started babbling about...rocks? Then we got here, you heaved out the rest of your insides, and then ya kicked me out and said you were gonna shower, and now we're sitting here, so, yeah”

Lydia: “...Are you still covered in puke?” 

BJ:”...yeah”

Lydia: “...sorry?” 

BJ: “Pshh, what's a best friend if ya can't throw up on 'im a couple times.”

They both fall silent

Beetlejuice (quietly): “Lyds, do ya still want me here?”

...

 Lydia takes the time to find the words. Want him here? After everything, he was still asking that question. Did he still think, after all this time, that she'd throw him out at the smallest inconvenience? Would he ever stop thinking that way? Why did he think so now? Was it because he- Because he-

Lydia: “I love you.”

The other side of the door is silent. 

Lydia: “I love your stupid laugh. You sound like a fucking cartoon villain, its so fucking obnoxious. I love your jokes, all of them, even the shitty ones- you always look so god damn proud when you say them.”

Is she crying? She tries to wipe at her face, but the tears keep coming. 

Lydia: “I loved you since that last day on the roof, and when you left-” 

Her throat closes up. She chokes back on her tears, she has to finish it, he has to hear it. 

Lydia: “When you left I thought I might die again.” 

Lydia: “I kept seeing things, dumb branding on cereal boxes, that shitty college play I went to, my first client, and I kept thinking aw, Beej would have a field day with this one. I thought about what you'd say. You were like a voice I couldn't scrape out of my head, I thought I was going crazy, I thought I'd imagined it all, some lonely little girl with no life or friends, needing someone to talk to- But you'd been real, and then you were just gone- “

The words dissolve in her throat as she sobs, pulling her knees up to her chest. She feels like a child now. She feels more childlike than she had at 15. She’s clinging to a scrap of hope she doesn’t have a right to demand from him. And yet he'd said- 

Lydia: “I love you. Please, don't leave.”

They sit is silence for a while. Lydia tries to stop crying. Then, quietly from the other side of the door:

BJ: “You know what I thought when I first saw you?”

Lydia: “Here’s a suicidal teen haha what a riot?”

BJ: “What? No, not then. Like now.”

Lydia: “Oh. What?”

BJ: “I thought wow, who the hell is that and why is she so dang hot?”

Lydia laughs.

BJ: “And then I thought oh God that’s Lydia.”

Something in his voice makes her pause. Maybe it’s the strange fear that she feels coming from him.

BJ: “It’s like, you’re Lydia, and I don’t know shit about you! You’re the same person, but you’re a stranger to me. Lyds, do you know how fucking terrifying that is? You’re someone I never got to know because of a shitty decision I don’t even remember making.”

he falls silent. She can hear the pain in his voice. And something else. Longing. 

Beetlejuice: “I’d like to.”

Lydia opens the door. Beetlejuice scrables up, only for her to throw her arms around him. 

They figure it out. It’s a slowburn 200k fic that I’ll never write so it takes a while for them to actually kiss, or do anything more, but they get there. 

This turned out...ridiculously long XD. I don’t know what you meant by “headcanons”, exactly, but have this instead.

Thanks for the ask! 

[hoodoo12]

Warming

Cockwarming, anyone? NSFW, mostly PWP but soft. (Beetlejuice/OC. A snippet of a long, ongoing rp betwixt myself and the incomparable @pinkbeej) @turtlepated @thewolfisapartofmysoul @janitor-boy @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice  @beejiesbitch Enjoy!

Beej had been extra attentive tonight: a lingering hug when she got home, subtle and not-so-subtle touches as she ate, teasing kisses to any bit of skin he could put his lips on--her knees, her wrists, on her stomach, once, after he lifted her shirt--as he had his head in her lap while she read to him. 

Previously he'd been slowly getting some basic words down, but learning to read was obviously not his priority right now. 

Carmen smiled and with a fake sigh she set the book aside. "You're flirty tonight. Did Eve stop by with some kind of aphrodisiac?" 

He replied the negative; she was the only thing he needed to make him horny. Carmen laughed, set the book aside, and leaned over him to kiss him soundly on the mouth.

The taste of her set his tongue to tingling and his hair glowed slightly in response. He grinned at her when she pulled back and stroked the length of her arm from shoulder to wrist, then interlaced his fingers with hers. He turned to nuzzle and kiss at her lower stomach affectionately, though his already hard cock throbbed. He could practically taste her on his tongue, feel her slick walls around his shaft... 

"Whatcha think babes? Ya want me between yer legs?" he purred up at her, not daring to let his touch venture lower for worry that he, like his larger and stronger clone, might not have the wherewithal to hold back.

His eyes met hers with sincere adoration heated by desire, and his pupils morphed into star shapes as he contained his excitement.

She brushed her fingers through his hair from forehead to crown, scratching his scalp as she did. Walking her free hand down his torso, she stopped and cupped his groin as she considered the offer. 

His eyes fluttered closed as he felt her nails drag along his scalp. He gave a soft groan of pleasure, cock jumping against her touch. 

"Hmmm . . . what if I'm between yours?" she countered, giving his erection a squeeze.

"Y-yes~..." he breathed, eyes opening half way to regard her with dazed need as his body levitated just enough to be weightless. "Wherever ya want me, babes~." 

He bucked a little against her hand as one of his own covered the back of it and held her loosely, brushing the pad of his thumb over her wrist.

Carmen grinned at his neediness. She liked when he agreed to something like this, letting her blow him. She wasn't not in the mood, but wasn't overly hoping to get it on tonight either. Sometimes doing things to him helped turn her on, and if not, he would at least get off. She liked making him feel good. 

"Have a seat," she decided, and slipped out from underneath him to give him room on the couch. "You look good enough to eat." 

The grin on her face and her instruction to sit made him swallow hard and in an instant he was naked on the couch. His legs were spread, cock already hard and aching. The sight of his beautiful lover between his knees telling him he looked good. 

 When he complied--nude, of course--she settled between his parted knees and looked up at him from the floor. 

Alternating between one thigh and the other, she kissed her way up to his groin. She breathed on his balls and cock, and before she did anything else she stripped her shirt and bra off, just for show. His talons dug into the cushions at that and she laughed, then dipped her head and pressed a kiss to his ball sack, just to tease some more.

Each kiss pressed to his cool skin sent a shiver through him and made his cock bob. When her warm breath slid over his cock and his balls, he couldn't control the tension in his limbs and he gave a soft whine when he realized he'd once again sunk his claws into his couch. As warm lips pressed against his sack, he jumped and gripped the cushions even more fiercely. 

"Mmnh... yer the one lookin' good enough to eat babes." he growled low in his throat as her teasing made his cock feel tight and too hard for comfort. Even as his grip remained steadfast, two additional arms extended from him. One pressed its fingers into her hair gently, scratching over her scalp and gathering her hair loosely. The other trailed his claw tips over the side of her neck and down her shoulder. Beej whimpered softly in anticipation, looking down at her with pleading eyes.

His nails moving so delicately over her skin made her shiver. With her face still pressed more tightly against him than not, Carmen smiled. Very gently, she pulled one of his balls into her mouth, applying just a tiny bit of suction. 

Beej's legs jumped and the fingers in her hair tightened at that, and she released him with a soft chuckle. She didn't repeat it on the other one, but slid the flat of her tongue the length of his sack up the underside of his cock. When she reached the tip, it bobbed against her mouth and she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking the pre-come that'd beaded there off. 

She used a hand at the base of his cock to hold him steady as she prepared to take him in fully.

Her heat around his sack as she took his ball into her mouth, and his tip dribbled just a bit with precome. As her warm tongue slid over the other side and up his length, his legs shook with anticipation. The hand in her hair rubbed her scalp in slow circles with his fingertips as he gasped and bucked slightly. He didn't thrust himself into her mouth so much as nudge against her with a low, needy whine.

Everything--his expression, half dazed, half hungry, all eager; the tiny movements he couldn't quite control; the sudden flare of pink through the hair on his chest down to his pubic bone; his cock bumping against her--made her smile. 

She wouldn't tease him much longer, but she was compelled to tell him, "I love seeing you like this, Beej." 

Taking the sight of him so excited before her for another second, Carmen finally truly lowered her mouth onto him, swirling her tongue around the head first before loosening her jaw and dropping her head further. She knew sometimes he couldn't seem to help just giving a small 'pop' of his hips, and was ready for it, already controlling her gag reflex if he got impatient this time.

The sound of her voice made him practically melt against the couch. He adored the thought of her enjoying herself as she coaxed all his little noises and twitches from him.

He jolted as her lips lowered on his cock with his tip squeezing into the tightness of her throat. Beej's hand tightened in her hair as his hips bucked upward, pressing himself balls-deep into the slick heat of her mouth. His legs shook beside her for a moment, and his head tipped back, mouth opened as he moaned into the air. 

"F-fuck babes that feels so amazing..." he hissed, releasing his hold and letting his hips fall back to a resting position. He looked down at her with lust-blown eyes and an apologetic grin. "'m sorry babes, I'll behave."

As expected, her lover pushed his full length into her mouth. Carmen kept her chuckle to herself and relaxed her jaw to take him in completely. She let him have his moment of pleasure, and hummed to give him a little more stimulation as he sunk back into the cushions again. 

She let his cock fall out of her mouth for a second, although she kept her lips against his now wet shaft. Maybe she should learn the trick of throwing her voice like he did, so she could talk to him while sucking him off. 

As it were, she said, "It's okay. You wanna do it again?" 

She ended the question by keeping her eyes locked on him and taking just the tip between her lips once more.

His eyes widened just slightly as she invited him to thrust himself into the heat of her throat again. The hand that rested in her hair was joined by the other as his grasp shifted, fingers threading through her locks to hold either side of her head. His hips rolled upward upward, and he fed his cock into her mouth at a slower pace this time. The heat that surrounded him was too good not to savor, and as he looked down at the love of his afterlife as his cock disappeared between her lips. 

When the edge of his tip sunk down past her tonsils, he held still for a moment with his cock throbbing at the pressure and the excitement of seeing her engulfing so much of his length. Pulling back, he stroked her hair and let her catch her breath. 

"Babes that feels so fuckin' good--what sounds good to you?" he breathed, wanting nothing more than to give her the same attention and pleasure that she gave him.

"Oh, this is pretty damn good," she panted though a smile, not breaking the bridge of spit that connected her lower lip to the ridge of the head of his cock. "Wanna keep going? I love that you love this."

Beej tilted his head slightly as he listened to her and watched her answer him. She wasn't moaning, she wasn't saying that anything felt good for her, and she didn't suggest he do anything additional. 

That wasn't like her. 

With a slow, steady breath he adjusted himself a little more upright in his seat and with six gentle hands, he hoisted her up into his lap. His touch wandered her thighs and back and arms with soft, strokes as if searching for tension to knead away. 

"What's up babes?" he asked softly, his cock resting against her thigh as it began to lose some of its firmness.

It surprised her that he shifted and pulled off the floor so she was level with him again. His hands explored her and that felt good. She wiggled in place in his lap. wrapping her arms over his shoulders. 

"Nothing's up," she answered truthfully, although she had the sneaking suspicion he was catching on to her lack of enthusiasm tonight. Not that she was against it . . . "Were you worried what I was doing felt too good and you weren't going to last very long? Because I like it when I can make you feel like that. Did you want something different? I don't mind being here on top, I just have to lose my pants."

He chuckled a little at her suggestions and kissed her. "Babes, it's not that. I wanna know if you're alright 'cause ya don't seem like you're getting much outta this," he clarified. "I can wait if this is all just me, babes."

Carmen returned the kiss sweetly, and shook her head as part of her reply. "I'm okay. Really! I didn't mind what we were doing. I like making you feel good." 

The very slightest tilt of his head as he watched her made her realize he wasn't sure if he believed it. 

"I promise," she insisted, leaning in to kiss him again. When she pulled back, she continued, "It's okay if it's just you tonight. Just because I don't need anything at the moment doesn't mean you can't . . . if you want, I could edge you, string it out as long as you want. Does that sound good? Doing stuff to you turns me on, so I might be more in the mood if we did something like that . . ." 

She pulled her fingers down his front, over his belly, to his cock. It had waned a little, but she wrapped her fingers around it and gave him a soft tug.

He didn't back away from her kiss, and he listened to her suggestions, jumping slightly as her fingers touched his cock again. Her touch was as tempting as always, and his cock stiffened again quickly. One hand slipped over her thigh and his hand covered hers. 

"I don't need ta come babes, it's about bein' closer with you. I could just hold ya 'n t'd be everythin I need Car," he answered, leaning in to initiate a kiss of his own.

She wanted to insist it was all right, that she was perfectly fine doing all the work and focusing on making him feel good tonight, even if it wasn't reciprocated. His hand over hers, still on his cock, suggested he was still aroused, but she also knew that he wasn't just paying lip service by telling her he was okay with not proceeding. 

Carmen decided not to push it. That decision actually made her melt into his kiss a little more. Her lips soft, she touched her tongue to his gently, and let it organically wax and wane. By the end, she was chest to chest with him, and smiling indulgently. 

"I love this. Being against you," she told him. "We could lay down together . . ." 

Her voice trailed off for a moment, a new thought coming to her. Spooning was common between them; Beej loved holding her close or having her pressed against his back with her arms around him. They could take it a step further, make it a little more intimate and pleasurable . . . 

"Beej," Carmen said, "are you familiar with cockwarming?"

His hold on her body shifted slowly from wandering caresses and strokes to firm embrace as her tongue danced with his in the heat of her mouth. When he let her pause for breath, he found that he was panting as well, though it was all needless for him. The rushing of air through his lungs was comforting, a feeling that he could easily use to simulate life for a moment. 

Her voice captured his attention even as she trailed off. Then she posed a question that made him curious. 

"Cockwarming?" he asked, nuzzling her neck. "Never heard the term before, but it sounds lovely babes." 

He dipped to nibble at her neck for just a moment, playfully. "Just tell me what ya want me ta do 'n I'll do it, baby girl."

"We can see how it goes," she mused, her eyes alight with a bit of a tease. 

He was so eager, she wondered if he'd be able to just be still when they were joined so intimately. Hell, she didn't know if she could be! Lifting herself up off him to stand up, she offered him a hand to pull him to his feet. 

"Come over to the bed? I know you can just snap and we'll be there, but I wanna watch your ass as you walk." 

She gave him a slap that was loud but not meant to be painful on his rump, and followed it by a squeeze as she herded him in front of her to the bed. 

Taking her hand as he stood, Beej gave a little yelp of delight as she smacked his ass and squeezed it. He grinned at the idea that she wanted to look at him, and swayed his hips as he walked to put on a bit of a show for her. He wiggled his brow at her as he crawled up into the bed, no shame in sight as he bent and arched his back, balls dangling very visibly between his thighs as he got to the head of the bed and laid down. 

She stripped out of her pants and underwear once he'd climbed up, and settled beside him. 

Her removing her pants and underwear before joining him gave his cock another throb.

"So cockwarming is just . . . putting your cock inside me but not fucking?" she said. "We just lay together and it's just nice?" 

Never having put it into words before, the explanation sounded a little weak and silly. She followed it immediately with something that would give him an out, if he wanted.  "But we don't have to. I'm serious about making you feel good. So whatever you want, whatever you want to do, cățeluș."

He grinned when she explained what she'd suggested. Her immediate half-dismissive follow-up made him smile, and he leaned to kiss her and cup her cheek.

 "Baby girl, you're inviting me to put my cock inside that hot little pussy? Whether I'm moving or not that sounds amazing." he answered her with a chuckle. 

With six arms, he maneuvered the two of them so that she lay against him as his little spoon. Two arms angled her hips and held her top leg upward. His cock was lubricated for her with a thought, and he carefully eased his length into her, keeping her held to him comfortably to minimize his urge to rut into her heat. The moment his cool shaft slid inside her, he shivered and gave a soft moan beside her ear. 

"Ahh yeah baby. How's that feel for ya love?" he asked, wrapping all of his arms snuggly around her to keep her pinned in place with his hard shaft pressed tight into her pussy. 

He kissed along her shoulders and nuzzled at the back of her neck sweetly, trying hard not to move.

Held against the solid bulk of him, cradled comfortably by multiple arms, Carmen let him adjust their positioning. His hands lifting her leg so he had access to her groin, she dropped a hand to her pussy to help guide him in, and she gasped as the cool length of his cock filled her. 

The sensation made her automatically arch her back away from him for a moment, creating more friction, but with concentration she relaxed. She settled more securely into pelvis; as she learned the limitations of the position she let her leg fall instead of being hooked atop his. That made her pussy tighter, and she couldn't help but squeeze around him for a second. 

Beej's lips and the tips of his fangs tickled the nape of her neck, and his voice right behind her ear buzzed even more ticklishly. She wiggled a little in response, which ground further her down onto his cock.

This had been her suggestion, but she hadn't realized the urge to move would be so strong. 

"This is so good," she groaned, and made a conscious effort to think of something else to keep her mind occupied: the fire dancing in its pit, how much tedious work she had to do at her job, the deep earthy smell of him that enveloped her that she loved so much. 

Gradually, she managed to relax even more and stop tightening her pussy on his cock.

Each squeeze around his cock from her pussy made Beej shiver and grip her more tightly. He gave a soft hiss against the nape of her neck as his throbbing shaft was clutched by the slick heat of her cunt. His hands held her close as his breath hitched, regardless of his lack of need for oxygen. 

The sweet little wiggle she gave on his cock as his teeth and voice made her ground herself lower on his cock, and her soft groaning caused his hips to rut forward a few times. He panted softly from with the effort of holding still, trying to avoid just fucking into her for the moment, both because this was her suggestion and he wanted to entertain her and because the heat seeping into his cool shaft from her surrounding walls made his cock feel deliciously sensitive. 

"That's it, babes . . . ya feel fuckin' perfect baby, this was a wonderful idea," he purred into her ear as she relaxed, clutching less at his cock and making speaking easier to manage.

This was meant to be relaxing. And maybe she could relax if she didn't have to concentrate so hard on not giving into instinct that told her to move, to create friction, to have the cock she loved so much fill her with come. 

With effort and helped by Beej doing his best not to move either even though sometimes he jerked a little too, Carmen focused on taking deep breaths. This little suggestion may not end as originally planned, but if it felt good and they both enjoyed it, would it be a failure? 

She wrapped her arms around some of his and relayed her day. They made plans for the weekend--a walk in a nearby local park where there was waterfall; she asked if he'd like to bring his paints and create there? There was quick countdown to the next full moon. Little chats of about life together that may seem mundane, but solidified their commitment. Carmen mentioned Eve had said something about a party coming up she wanted to invite them to. 

By deliberately trying not to think about his cock being so comfortably inside her, the pleasure became mellow inside of driving. It was sweet to lay here with him, and her eyelids became heavier.

It was difficult to hold still, but Beej kept in mind that their intent was closeness, not the usual build-up and shattering of chasing pleasure. Carmen calmed herself down slowly, initiating conversation which helped take the edge off of the yearning to rut his cock into her. 

He always loved to hear about what she'd experienced when she chose to share, recreating her experiences in his head and imagining it all. He responded enthusiastically to the suggestion of painting in the park. He wondered if the next time she transformed perhaps she would like a small waterfall to explore. 

As the conversation continued, Beej felt his cock soften and focused on expanding its flaccid length and girth to remain inside her, simply enjoying the heat and the tight press of their bodies against one another. When she grew more visibly comfortable and tired, Beej cradled her close in his arms and tugged the blanket around them more firmly. The night sky took the place of the stone ceiling of the crypt, and he smiled at her in the dim light of the stars with the ambient crackling of the fire. 

"Love you so much babes." he whispered, kissing her forehead and running the fingers of one hand through her hair.

She hummed her pleasure at his hand in her hair, smiled and managed to open her eyes. "I love you too, cățeluș." 

She always felt secure in his arms; tonight had been a little extra of that. Tucked under the blanket and against him snugly, Carmen finally relaxed completely. It was natural for his cock to lose its stiffness, although it seemed to grow again, making her gasp slightly. She wouldn't put it passed him to have it wax larger again, and pressed a kiss to his chest. 

By the time it softened enough again to slip from her, she was asleep.

fin

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Beetlejuice Wing AU Headcanons

Wing size in order is: Juno, Barbara, Miss Argentina, Delia, Lydia, Charles, Adam, BJ

(Non-butterfly and moth Cimexs have small wings)

Technically speaking, the Jockey’s “wings” are the smallest because they’re just buds

So Beej isn’t completely in last!

However, he and the Jockey do have something in common: they both can’t fly

The Jockey doesn’t have wings at all, while Beej’s wings are too small to lift his body off the ground

At least in his avian form

In his WingEater form, he can fly. However, since his arrival in the mortal world, he can’t transform unless someone says his name three times

As a WingEater, he’s this massive, six-legged, dragon-like creature with solid black eyes, acid drool leaking from his mouth, and wickedly sharp mandibles. (Cimexs don’t usually look draconic, but he’s also a demon, so)

And not only does Beej’s hair change color with his mood, but his elytra (the shell beetles have over their wings) does, too! Dogbane beetles can’t actually do that, it’s just a perk of being him

Adam is Very Fluffy

But Barbara’s feathers are the softest between the two of them

Whenever there would be a cicada chirping, Emily used to always laugh and say, “Charles, your family is calling for you!”

Now, hearing a cicada brings somber memories

Lydia was taught how to make things with her silk from Emily

Because Barbara is a rare Avem (being a phoenix) there was a more likely chance of a child between her and Adam being a rare subspecies of Avem, too

Unfortunately, it never happened

BJ’s acid is bright green

Juno HATES the Flightless because she sees them as mistakes and weaklings. Doesn’t help that her own son couldn’t fly without having to shift form.

Because of this she purposely gave the Jockey a hard job (mail delivery) in the Netherworld to spite her

Juno also pulls on the tendons hanging out of the Jockey’s ripped wingbud for fun

She does, however, like hybrids and Vespers and often encourages them to “embrace the monster everyone says they are”

Dragons hoard and the thing Delia hoards are crystals

Delia often has coils of ivy or gemstones wound around her horns

Just because it’s the land of the dead doesn’t mean avians can’t keep up with the way they look. Miss Argentina still takes great care in her wings and continues to preen herself, even after death.

The Jockey continues to be ridiculed as a “no-wings” even when she’s deceased

Everyone either wants to touch her wingbuds or doesn’t want anything to do with her- there’s no in between

She and Beej are actually pretty chill

They first time they met, Beej was like, “Your kind actually exists??”

And she was like, “*stares at the camera like she’s on The Office*”

They bond over their inability to fly and how much they hate Juno

Juno wears an ancient Magi artifact that gives her power as a demon. Beej and the Jockey sometimes make jokes about stealing it and using it to give them what they want the most: flight

[demonwifey]

new oc.✨🍯🐝✨

What’s good, ya’ll? So a few weeks back I had this idea on Twitter to make demon OCs that were based off of insects (kinda like Beetlejuice). I realized this is the perfect time to bring out this babe for Beetlejuice OC week, and probably some more fics after that. Meet my newest fav, Honey B.!

Name: Nadine “Honey B.” Rowe

Age: 26

Ethnicity: Black 

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 35 ft (default size), 5’2” (shrunken size)

Personality: Sweet but stern (mostly with Beetlejuice). Dominant and controlling. Short-tempered at times. She has a very evil queen mentality that can come at any moment. It’s like a switch in her head that she can’t help turn on or off. She does have the tendency to fall for someone very easily but gets scared that they won’t be around for long. 

Style and appearance: Lots of black, yellow, and dark brown. Often wears long sleeve button up shirts or jackets/blazers. Used to wear only jeans or leggings (like the first pic below) but now only wears shorts with fishnets and black heeled boots(main outfit is the one above). Always has the yellow garter that Beetlejuice gave her. Medium brown skin. Always has magenta lipstick on. She has black curly hair that she keeps in two buns with the rest down and a partial blonde bang. Translucent bee wings that change colors depending on her emotion. Rose and thorns tattoo that goes from her neck and chest down to her left arm. 

Bio: Honey B’s (mostly goes by Honey) life was pretty average. She was raised by a single mother in Chicago. Her mother gave her the nickname Honey B. because she would always liked to watch the bees in the backyard as a child. Her father wasn’t around but her mother was able to manage, along with the help of her grandparents. She managed through high school and college with good grades, before moving to California with a few friends and began working at an ad agency. 

Honey died one summer around the 1980s. She just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a crowded house party in L.A. Honey and her friends were just there to have a good time. Everyone was high and for a minute everything was cool. Until a big fight broke out about nothing. Honey was on the couch talking to a friend when she heard gunshots. Not even a second later she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. The last thing she heard was a friend screaming her name before everything went black. 

After making her way to the Netherworld, she was assigned to a company where demons would scare and haunt different homes. She started as an assistant though, handing out the assignments but not never getting to them herself. 

How did she get the whole ‘Queen Bee’ look and persona? By taking some demon potion she had no business touching. She already wanted to become a powerful demon anyway, it just came in a different form than what she expected. It was a potion mixed with bee pollen from flowers. Next thing she knew, she was growing 10 times her size and wings growing out of her back. 

Honey is a fairly new ghost, only being dead for a few hundred years in Netherworld time. Once she, for the most part, learns to control certain powers, she’s actually allowed to scare and haunt the living. Though she’s still put into a low position, that queen-like switch in her brain wants to be higher in the ranks. So she does everything she can to get there, until a certain green-haired demon interrupts her plans.  

Powers:

Size change: Female and queen bees can vary in size but often are bigger than the male bees. Honey’s new demon power makes her default size 35 feet tall but she can shrink herself down when needed; her default shrink size is 5’2”. Sometimes doesn’t have a handle on it and can go back to her bigger size if her emotions get too out of whack. 

Bee servants: Kind of like Beej’s clones, Honey has an army of demon bees she can control. They’re still like and look like regular bees but they act upon how she tells them. She’ll mostly use them to spy on whoever but she also can have them attack someone. 

Wings: Honey’s wings are the biggest conveyor for her emotions. They do change colors like Beetlejuice’s hair. Not only that, they buzz, vibrate, and flutter based off of her emotions too. The vibrating mostly comes when she’s excited/turned on. The buzzing comes when she’s angry or upset. The fluttering comes when she’s embarrassed. 

Fun facts:

Honey actually tastes like honey. If you’re a horny little shit like me, you know exactly what I mean. It’s a fun time for Beej is all I’m gonna say. 

Also, a friend and I came up with the ship name HoneyBeej for them👌🏽

[antwine69]

Beej X male reader who works in a funeral home 🥺😳

Holy moly this is such a cute concept 🥺🥺💞

Male!Reader

⚠️Warnings: Mentions of death, Beej being generally raunchy and kinda insentitive, mentions/of dead bodies, side-character death! ⚠️

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It had all started on an unusually cold day in Spring. You were in the Funeral Home, a morbid part-time job that you had to take just to get through the day. Though, it had its own "Dark Academia aesthetic" to it, so it wasn't a bad. Plus, you got more and more desensitized to death every day!

You waved goodbye to the family that had just come in here to arrange some things for their dead "Pop-Pop", as the kid they brought in had called him. Poor thing, it couldn't have been more than five years old. It probably didn't have much of a grasp of what had happened to "Pop-Pop". She didn't know he was dead, lying in the back, in a cold casket so they could bring him out in a car tomorrow, and stick him in the ground. You sat down in your swivel chair behind the counter, spinning slightly in it. The shop was quiet, nothing but the wind swooshing by outside and the constant ticking of the clock could be heard echoing through the establishment.

You sighed, deciding to go to the back to see if Margaret, your co-worker who was probably older than most of the bodies here, had left anything for you before she left. She usually did that, because she would always look at you and say "Young man! You need to get some meat on those bones! Let Nana Margie fix you up something!" You weren't even that thin. She was a delight, though. Her husband had passed away some time ago, and she came into this establishment crying, and came out with a job there. She was sort of everybody's grandmother. The thought that she might not have much time left made her so giving, you thought you might never meet a more generous person in your life.

You went into the employee kitchen, seeing a plate of cookies wrapped in plastic wrap, with a bright green sticky note on it.

"For you, Young Man! It's Friday! Enjoy yourself :)

-Nana

Ps. Could you check the rat trap in the back, my old knees don't seem to wanna listen when I wanna crouch down there! Thank you, darling <3"

You laughed a little, opening the plastic wrap and taking a cookie. You also pocketed the note, a tendency you had picked up after a while, so that one day you could make a scrap book for her. She deserved to know she was loved.

You took a bite of the cookie as you went to the back, or "The hall of Death" as you had so dearly nicknamed it. It was where you took the recently deads that were going to be transported to a grave the very next day. You nodded to them as you went along, jokingly addressing them by name. ``Mr. Gale. Mrs. Potts. Mr. Jones.`` You chuckled and crouched down once you got to the back of the room, checking the rat trap. No rats. Margaret's vision was the same, so you couldn't exactly blame her. ``Oh well, Margie, you can never be too sure.`` you said to yourself, giving a chuckle. You stood, about to turn around, when a little jingle sounded throughout the room. A chill ran down your spine as you realised what made the sound. There were bells tied to each of the dead person's feet. They were there to ensure that the dead people were actually dead, and jingled when the dead person moved. It was one of the sounds you would never want to hear in one of these establishments. Fuck.

You turned around, hearing a louder, almost insistent jingle. Mr. Liren in the middle of the room. You swallowed and carefully walked over, spotting a card on Mr. Liren's leg. The bell was jingling like crazy now, but the body wasn't moving. What the hell was going on? You carefully picked up the card, flipping it around. The backside was striped, and was clearly drawn very hastily in sharpie. The moment you stopped to examine the back, the room filled up with jingles. Every bell in the room gave off a symphony of disjointed jingles and some even fell off of the string. You flipped it back to the other side, seeing the text. A shabby drawing of what looked like a beetle, a glass of liquid, and an x3. ``Beetle... Water times three? What the fuck?`` the bells all crashed to the ground and seemingly jumped up and down on their own, jingling and clicking on the ground.

You scrambled your brain, fear getting to you. The water was coloured in. ``Beetle Soda?`` more aggressive jingling. ``fuck... Uh... Beetle.. Juice?`` the bells started jumping up and down rhythmically. 1,2,3. 1,2,3. You swallowed and took a breath. Whatever this was, it wanted you to say this phrase three times. What were you supposed to do? This couldn't just be some prank. It was way too... real. What would this entity do if you didn't oblige? You closed your eyes, clutching the card. ``Beetlejuice.... Beetlejuice.... Beetlejuice.`` The bells stopped. It was quiet. It seemed like the world had just froze. You opened your eyes, looking around. Nothing. Mabye this was a prank. ``What a load of bullsh-`` you were about to swear to yourself or go on a rant or something but it was cut short by the appearance of green smoke at your feet. Yikes.

Slowly, the blanket over Mr. Liren started rising. Somebody was there, and it wasn't Mr. Liren. The room was now almost hidden in thick, green smoke, and the blanket was floating about half a metre above Mr. Liren, clearly with a person under it. All you could do was stare and back up, backing into one of the other dead body tables, slipping on a bell and nearly falling. A cackle tore through the room and the sheet was thrown off and onto the floor in a flash of green light.

``Awe Yeah, Baby! The B-Man's back!`` a raspy voice shrieked, and the smoke parted as a man floated down toward you, grinning. ``Oh, Babes! You really do know how to keep a demon waiting! You're obedient, though, I like my men like that.`` he gave a wink, putting a finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. The demon was wearing a torn, old, black and white striped suit, his hair was an electric green and he looked as though, if he was standing, he'd be just a little taller than you. He must have noticed your confused and lightly flustered look, because he pulled back, letting his eyes rake over you very unsubtly.

``I see you're still confused... Don't worry, Sexy! I'll inform you!`` He yelled, snapping. A ghostly whistle was heard, and somewhere you could hear music that sounded like it should be best suited on a Haunted American Footbal Game. ``Ready! Alright! Let's rock! Hey! Don't look away! This demon's here to make your day! You need a friend? I'm here to help! I'm the B to the Double-E- J - F - Q - And Jesus, I cannot spell.`` he.... Was singing. To you. A weird demon guy was singing and dancing along to spooky Cheerleader music. As if on cue, Cheerleaders ran into the room, flailing their pompoms in your face. You coughed and pushed them away, their grinning faces sending you right back to high school. ``Hi! He's by your side! He-`` before they could do their weird cheer thing, you yelled. A yell you didn't think you had in you. ``Stop! Stop, please..`` the music dragged to a halt, and the cheerleaders looked at you, quite upset. You muttered a "sorry" and they walked off. The demon lowered himself to the floor, huffing.

``Can you please just tell me who you are? Without singing? Please?`` You asked, still trying to calm your nerves. The demon groaned, giving a toddler like stomp. ``Fine! You already said my name, you should know it! I'm a demon, and you summoned me, just like I wanted and now I'm tied to you and whatever.`` he replied, floating up and laying back in the air, crossing his legs and folding his arms behind his head. You already said his name? ``Wait... Beetlejuice! Your name is Beet-``

Beetlejuice audibly squeaked, rushing down and slamming a hand over your mouth. ``Don't say it! Ever! Bad things will happen!`` he yelled, keeping his hand on your mouth. He smelled like earth and rain that had just hit the warm summer pavement. There was also a distinct scent of dust and mold as he continued to invade your personal space. You frantically nodded and he slowly took his hand away.

``Wait, you're bound to me? What does that mean?`` you asked, moving away from him and picking up the Mr. Liren's sheet, gently putting it over him again. ``Well, it means only you can un-summon me! Duh. This is like, basic demon facts. Is this your first time working with a demon or something?`` he replied, a chuckle running through his voice. You shot him a glare, and he let out an "oh." floating down to the floor.

You sighed, looking at the time. It was closing time. ``We'll deal with this at home.`` you said, walking out of the back room, the striped demon shooting after you like an excited puppy. ``Oh man! You're takin' me home? At least take me on a date first! Ahaha!`` he said, laughing loudly. You just ignored him, turning off all the lights in the shop and putting on your jacket.

``C'mon demon, you have some explaining to do.``

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I couldn't help myself but write some headcannons, I just really love this concept a lot! Here they are!

•Beej loves that you work with the dead, and always asks you questions about dead people and is actually pretty vile to some of them

•You often have to tell him that he can't go around pretending to tickle dead people or try to "scare them awake".

•You have to tell him this way too often.

•He often greets people you can't see, and if actually remarkably respectful to them while you're around. He doesn't try to do anything as long as you glare at him, and he just bows slightly to the air and sometimes says things like "Follow the book" or "Draw a door."

•You like to think he's talking to the spirits of the dead people.

•One day you actually get confirmation on this, as, right after Margaret passes away, he comes to you and gives you some papers. His hair is streaked with blue and it's clear he's been crying. There are tear drop marks on the paper, but you can still see just fine what it is. In Beetlejuice's shabby handwriting, there is a recipe. "Nana Margie's cookies (For young men who need to grow)" and "Nana Margie's Chicken Soup (For young men who are sick)" You look at him and get nothing but a sniffle and a "She wanted you to have that. So she could help you grow." You've never hugged anybody so hard in your life. Those recipes are framed and hang in your kitchen. They're used more than you ever thought they would be.

•Slowly, you warm up to Beej. He's a gross, insensitive rat man. But he's your rat man.

Okay it's over now- I just thought this was really cute- So cute that I might make a part 2?? 👀👀

Mabye-

Alright! That's it for this time! Take care of yourself and remember to wash your hands! See y'all Spooky Cheerleaders in the Neitherworld! Peace out!

PS. Sorry for the horrid song lyrics, the regular ones didn't fit the situation, but I still wanted the gag there, so I had to improvise :')

[ironmansuuucks]

hello!! i saw your requests are open-- could we potentially get a fluffy dewey fic where he and his s/o are having a cute little star gazing date night 🥺 🥺 (if you don't wanna write it or are overwhelmed with asks no worries!!)

Under the Stars

dewey finn x reader

hello my dear, i’m sorry this took to long for me to get out! but i loved this request so much you have no idea🥰 one of my favourite things to do is to go to loch lomand when the conditions allow, really late at night and look at the stars, so i loved writing this fic so much😪😪 thank you so much for requesting it and i hope you love it!

words: 1023

warnings: fluff

again I reached out to @thewolfisapartofmysoul for a beautiful aesthetic and she never fails to amaze me, thank you my lovely🧡

You and Dewey had been talking about going star gazing pretty much since your first date. You guys had only been dating for two months or so, but it had always, definitely been on the cards. You just had to wait for the right conditions.

But one Friday night, Dewey came rushing into your apartment after work with the weather app open on his phone, charging up to you. “babe, listen. Its perfect”.

You looked at him confused. And he suddenly got all giddy, grinning from ear to ear, and eyes sparkling. “the moon is tiny, the sky has to be suuuper clear and dry tonight, and it’ll be super dark, and I know the perfect place that has zero light pollution.” He was literally bouncing on the spot with excitement.

You grinned back at him when you realised what he was on about. “I’m sooo game”.

So here you both were. 11:30 at night, in Dewey’s van, headed to the dock. You had both come prepared with cosy jumpers, and scarfs and beanie hats on. And of course the van had been stocked with blankets. You were both dedicated, it took almost an hour to get to the dock… but it was going to be so worth it.

Jamming out in the car with Dewey on the way there is one of your favourite memories you have with him. Unfiltered, raw and unapologetic emotions in the lyrics you both belted out. Between Queen Find Me Somebody to Love, ACDC Girls Got Rhythm, and Journey Don’t Stop Believin, you guys were well and truly rocking out. Having the absolute time of your lives. Both of you being completely off key, being too loud, throats aching.

But when you were around five minutes away from the dock, Dewey turned the music down “hey, you like hot chocolate right?”. you snorted “is that even a question?” you joked. He just smiled, and took the next left.

The next left straight into the McDonald's drive through, ordering you both a large hot chocolate to sit with. Where on earth did you find this angel of a boy?

And, not even five minutes later, Dewey parked the van at the edge of the dock. “you ready my love?” he smiled, you could just make out his features in the dark of night. Your grinned and nodded.

Dewey jumped out of the van, scuttling around to your side of the van and helping you out. You stumbled out of the van and into him, giggling away. Dewey caught you, putting his arms around your waist as you put your arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him lightly.

He slid his hands up and under your jumper, rubbing the skin on your hips and lower back, loving how warm and soft you were. Your hands went to the nape of his neck, and twiddled with the hair that was sticking out from his beanie hat while kissing him slowly.

It was so quiet. And the earth was so still, and dark. All that could be heard was the sound of delicate kisses, and heavy breaths.

Dewey pulled away softly “C’mon, our hot cocoa will be getting cold” he giggled and went to get the blankets and cocoa from the van.

You both plodded along to the end of the dock. Blankets and McDonald’s cups in hand, sitting down once you had reached the edge of the water.

“here..” Dewey sat his cup at the side of him and grabbed the blanket, noticing you shivering slightly. He put it around your shoulders, tucking you into one side, and him into the other, then he looked at you and smiled sweetly, “better?”. “better” you smiled back.

And there you both sat. Legs dangling off the edge of the dock, McDonald’s cups in hand, heating up your insides, and you definitely couldn’t get any closer to one another, looking up at the scene above you.

It truly was magnificent, reminding you of how small you were, and how your worries and problems really didn’t mean anything. They didn’t really matter.

You turned around to look at him. At how amazed he was with the stars. And at how they lit up his face very lightly, his eyes gleaming. And then he looked at you, smiling away. You looked down at his lips, then back up at those sparkling eyes, moving your head towards his. Your lips ghosted over his at first, before he closed the gap. Putting hit top lip between your top and bottom.

You breathed out a small laugh “you taste like hot chocolate”. He laughed “and you love it” before he kissed you again.

You lay down against the dock as Dewey kissed you and he followed you down, rhythmically. You pulled away from the kiss to admire his beautiful face. And when you opened your eyes, it was a sight you would never forget. Dewey’s tired lil flushed face, against the most beautiful back drop; the stars twinkling in the darkest of nights. You mentally snapshotted the scene.

“Dewey you gotta lie like this.. it’s amazing”. Dewey smiled and lay down next to you, also in awe at how beautiful the sky was from that angle. No earth, or land to be seen. Only stars and sky.

“woah… that’s crazy”.

You pointed out different stars and constellations to one another, and Dewey had an app that told you what things were. And he swears he’s seen like five shooting stars. And he squeezes his eyes shut every time he sees one, telling you that you need to make a wish.

Dewey takes his hand in yours and looks at you, squeezing lightly to get your attention. You turned your head towards him, guessing he was going to say something super romantic and sweet.

“hey baby?”

“yeah?” you smiled, batting your eyelashes lightly.

“you know… I don’t really know how to say this…”

“you can tell me anything my love…” you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

“well… can we stop for a happy meal on our way back?” he grinned, giggling.

That boy.

tags:  @thewolfisapartofmysoul @little-miss-shy-goth @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @missihart23 @geminiacally @go-commander-kim @gegehaddock @baby-beej @sadpuppetshows @hoodoo12 @large-unit @thats-specific @vicunaburger @stranger-strings @bugdrinkss @sheinassheina @demonwifey @beetle-herbs @go-whovian-universe 

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies,

I have a Beetlejuice x reader for you. Beware!! Beej is kinda a bit invisible... for now... This has some dark stuff to it. Dark as in: readers dog gets a epileptic attack and Beej tries to help. Spoiler-alert!

The dog gets okay fyi.... hope you enjoy 💕

Guardian demon.

Beetlejuice was currently sitting on your bed as you slept.

Okay... that sounded very creepy. And in a way it was, but he made it a tradition and he liked to watch you sleep. It calmed him and there was a bonus attached to stalking you, besides a pretty face and entertainment.... your dog.

Your dog was your everything. She was practically your shadow and you even talked to her in a high pitched squeeky voice that Beej had named: 'the dog voice.' Your said dog voice never failed to make him laugh... it was just... so... adorable. He was totally smitten with the both of you.

It had took him some time to gain the trust of your furry companion when Beetlejuice had just started haunting you. Dogs are not trained to un-see the strange and unusual, like breathers were. Beej quickly noticed that your dog could see him, while the breather attached to her couldn't. This made him very excited, finally he wasnt totally invisible anymore! Beetlejuice became friends with your fluffy shadow, in the end. When she wasn't glued to your side, your fur baby was cuddling with the ghost you couldn't see. When you weren't home Beej and your dog would secretly sniff random strangers together. Thats what friends do.

Beetlejuice watched you both from the end of the bed, with a fond smile on his face. Your dog was laying on the bed with you, her head was on your thigh as you both slept soundly. When you stirred a little in your sleep he chuckled, you mumbled something about dirty socks as you sighed and went silent again. He watched your bright light of positivity around you as you slept.

The stirring and mumbling however, woke your furry companion and she yawned too, went to get up with a stretch and lay down with her head on Beelejuice's lap.

It still made his heart jump with joy when your pet recognised him and accepted him around. Let alone treating him like he was her friend... She happily let Beetlejuice pet her head and sighed contently. While the ghost stroked her fur, purring a bit himself as the movement made his eyes feel a bit droopy as well.

However is eyes snapped open again when he felt the atmosphere around your dog change, the relaxed mood starting to fade. Beetlejuice literally felt the air around her becoming thicker, havier and darker around the animal. When he looked down to your dog with a worried frown on his face he noticed your dog starting to get up and restlessy dig into the sheets of the bed, as a pained whine from the animal reached his ears.

He saw this happen a few times before and every time he witnessed it broke his heart. Your pet suffored from something he once heared you call: epileptic attacks.

Since the first time he watched this he tried desperately to stop said attacks from happening, with his ghostly powers... but unfortunetly nothing would seem to do the trick. He couldn't stop them, he wanted to... he just couldn't.

He quickly noticed the current behavior of your doggo predicted an attack, and he knew he could at least wake you early from your slumber to get you prepared for said attack.

Beetlejuice went to your of the bed and softly stroked your hair. The movement had you stirring in your sleep, but wasnt waking you. He glance to the others side of the bed as he noticed the aura of your dog was almost pitch-black... and he knew he had to hurry.

Beetlejuice leaned down and whispered in your ear, his stubble brushing your cheek as he did so: "You gotta wake up babes.... look at your fur-baby. She needs you. Open your eyes doll..." He saw you flutter your eyes, confused look on your face as you swore you felt a cold and scruffyness on your cheek. Your attention was immediately on your dog, by her behaviour you could tell something was off. Beetlejuice saw it too, dark energy draining and surrounding the animal as she started to launch herself off the bed in clear panic.

You knew what was comming but still it startled you. It did every time.

You flinched as you saw her run straight into the wall... you took a calming breath as you looked at the time: 4:56 AM...

You struggled to keep your shit together as you saw your four legged bud spasming on the floor, hitting her head mutliple times as she shook uncontrollably around on the floor.

You felt a cold brush of air on your left, but it felt strangely familiar and non-threatening.

You tried to push your stress away as you watched your dog struggle and reminded yourself you had to remain calm... 4:58... 2 minutes passed.

You faintly heared a voice echoing in your mind: "Its okay... she's gonna be fine... this'll be over in a second, babes... you are doing great. Deep breaths, doll..."

It sounded raw, low, but familiar and comforting. It felt safe.

You continued to watch your dog through the attack as you noticed your left shoulder was cold, and the calming voice spoke again: "see doll? She's already getting calmer... go check on her, its fading already..."

You felt a brush of cold wind blowing you towards your furred friend.

You started to walk towards her, speaking as happily as you could manage through your nerves, and approached her.

Beetlejuice watched you with mixed feelings, he admired you for your optimism and kindness. But he also noticed the cloak of darkness and stress you dragged behind you as you petted your dog and the demon felt sorry for you.

He opened the door for you and you picked up the fluffball on the floor to carry her downstears. Noticing slightly how your furry companion made a little bark as you two passed the door.

When you almost reached the bottom of the stairs you felt your dog stir in your arms and you lost your balance. You felt a tug on your shoulders backward and a faint worried voice echoing in your ear: "Carefull doll... don't drop the doggo... she did her amount of falling for today already. No need for you to hit your pretty head too... "

Your frowned a bit, but chucked at the compliment of the low voice between your ears.

Now you werent even startled when the door to your backyard opened by itself anymore... Your dog looked at the direction of the door happily and wagged his tail. As if she was saying thankyou to whatever opened your door and spoke to you.

You looked towards the door, where the dog had lingered a bit, and felt the temperature there drop a few degrees. You smiled and muttered: "Thankyou... i dont know who you are. Or why you helped. But... thankyou." And you swore you heared a low chuckle to your left.

You called your dog back inside and carried her back upstairs. You put her on the bed again and you reached to put your nightlight on... feeling less anxcious with the light on, as you noticed a card there. It said: 'Your one and only guardian-ghost, friends with your furred pall and ready to help wherever whenever. Think about me and i'll be around babes.'

You figured you maybe should be scared... but it felt oddly safe. You cuddled your pet once more. Feeling a bit anxcious to go to sleep, scared another attack would rise.

It was that exact moment you felt the faint brush of cold stubble against your forehead and heared the low voice hum in your ear: "...Iknow doll... It's scary as hell... you did great, but I'll keep an eye on her as well. Hey... I made a rhyme! Bonus points for me! Seriously... Go get some sleep. I'll take your watch from here. Trust me."

You sighed deeply, smiling a bit... you yawned as you heard a faint whisper: "That's it... goodnight babes..."

You mumbled back, oddly at ease: "Goodnight mister-guardian-ghost. Thankyou for your assistance... I will talk to you in the morning." You and your dog huffed one more time and after that you were both sound asleep, her head on your ankle. Feeling safe as you knew someone was watching over you and your fur-baby. Even if it was a ghost... it was kind of a nice one.

Who would tell..? Maybe you could keep him...

Tagging: @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @hoodoo12 @large-unit @little-miss-shy-goth @thats-specific @vicunaburger @ironmansuucks @h1de-s0urce @go-commander-kim @stranger-strings