#jeremy frazier

[webbluvrsugar]

making out with Jeremy Frazier and he’s trying so hard for you to keep believing he’s a human

I imagine you’re in his room, this time sitting on his bed because the last time you were standing and he kissed you, you were both floating before he could even notice, and well, he doesn’t want to take that risk again, but he underestimated what his paranormal nature could do when he was with you.

One hand of his is holding you gently up your throat as he moans against your tongue while the other stops whatever object is coming in your direction to hit you right against the face, his eyes are closed but open from time to time to grab a piece of candy from your view, the moment that he grabs another thing, you notice it this time, slowly parting away and opening your eyes.

“What was that?” You ask, pink lipstick messy and now all over his lips.

“Nothing,” he whispers, leaning into you, two of his fingers push a few strands of hair behind your ear revealing the piece of candy in his hand and masking it as a simple magic trick. “Candy?”

You smile, a glint in your eyes as you take it from his hands and analysing it with your fingers, as if not even believing your very eyes. “Didn’t know you were a magician.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” He smirks. It comes out as playful to you, specially because of the condescending tone he puts on, but he’s serious about it, and maybe you would’ve notice the truth behind his words if you weren’t so down bad.

“Impressive.” You tease, placing the sweet on his bedside table. “But I prefer some other kind of treat.”

He raises a brow at your behaviour, and before he can stop you, — mainly because he knows that one of you will end up flying off his window — you’re already pushing him down on the sheets, his head hits the fluff of the pillow as you straddle him, and really, he should stop you, but he’s addicted so he can’t, he can’t make a move to stop what you’re doing so he lets you.

He just hopes one of his records won’t hit you on your way.

[lirarey]

Kisses' parallels

In the film we see three impressive kisses. But they're impressive in different ways.

Rory and Lydia

What do we know about their relationship? They have been dating for a long time. He is the producer of her show. Rory supports her after Richard's death. It would seem that he is the ideal man. But Lydia feels uncomfortable around him, allowing the wedding to take place two days after her father's funeral. And the wedding no longer seems such a desirable event. Rather, it seems like a necessity. We see them kiss at the very beginning of the film. Lydia is worried and vulnerable at that moment. What would a good boyfriend do? At least reassure her. Give her time to come to her senses. What does Rory do? Pretend to help her. After helping like that, you feel guilty. And then the kiss happens. At first glance, it seems passionate and full of feelings. After such a kiss, a human usually feels a great surge of happiness. In reality, Rory seems to take away her life force. Not allowing her to escape from his control.

Jeremy and Astrid

The relationship between Astrid and Jeremy is reminiscent of the 1995 film "Casper." A girl whose one parent died, and the other believes in the existence of ghosts. There is even a family reunion (it's a pity that in "Casper" Kat never met her mother). And a lonely ghost guy. There is also a Halloween celebration and a "flying" kiss. Only if Casper sacrificed his resurrection for the sake of Kat's father... Then Jeremy almost got rid of Astrid. Their kiss was also insincere due to the lack of feelings of one person.

Beetlejuice and Lydia

Throughout the film, we've been watching Beetlejuice's feelings for Lydia. And it seems like the same situation here as with Rory... But no. First, Beetlejuice gives much more than he takes. Not only does he keep his promise by saving Astrid, but he also gets rid of Jeremy and finds Delia. Second, his intentions are pretty clear. And, as others have noted before me, Beetlejuice hears Lydia's wishes for a quiet wedding with her loved ones. And he's the only one in this film who doesn't kiss anyone on the lips. Kissing the back of the hand has many meanings. In my opinion, the most appropriate here is an expression of deepest sympathy, respect and affection. And it's incredibly amazing.

[obsessed-with-fake-men]

forever

when your cute next door neighbor falls into your life, you figure what’s the harm in flirting a little? If only you knew what Jeremy had planned…

Jeremy Frazier x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit 

Content warnings: nsfw, mdni, stalking/peeping, mentions of physical harm, masturbation

Author’s note: please enjoy this strange creepy fic that may or may not become a series. in this fic Jeremy is a pervy little creep. sorry not sorry, that’s my HC. to my followers who are asking wtf is this, sorry my muse has shifted. micah if you're reading this, don't :)

Word count: ~2500

It’s a cool October day when the moving truck arrives next door. Jeremy has seen plenty of moving trucks over the years, but their contents never seem to interest him. The living come and go so quickly, he rarely bothers to pay attention to their dull lives anymore. 

He’s sitting on the sill of his bedroom window, one leg dangling over the edge. His eyes are closed as he enjoys the first chill of autumn. As cliche as it is, fall is his favorite season. Seeing the life drain from the earth makes him feel a little less alone, or something.

A sound drifts to him, carried on the breeze. It’s a voice, singing and humming along to a song. Jeremy sighs, not minding the intrusion - the singer has a pleasant enough voice. He thinks he might know the song, which surprises him. He’s always hearing snippets of new music float up from the neighborhood street. 

Who could be listening to The Smiths? he wonders. 

Opening his eyes, Jeremy sees you. 

Your bedroom window is directly opposite his and he watches you like a movie. The window frame is his screen, your stage. You dance around boxes, floating in and out of frame. Jeremey feels like he’s caught in a trance. He can’t take his eyes off of you. He hasn’t seen someone his age, or his body’s age, in so long.

Finally some entertainment, he thinks as a mischievous grin tugs at corners of his mouth.

Jeremy continues to watch you unabashedly, mesmerized with your every move. Even a mundane activity like carrying a box becomes a source of wonder to him. Because you’re doing it. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t even blink as you grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You can’t see him, he reasons, so it doesn’t matter that he’s ogling you like some pervert. Drinking in the sight of you, soft tummy and simple black bra now on display. A long dormant feeling sneaks up on him. Lust. 

Just seeing your near naked torso does more for his libido than the few worn out playboys he managed to get his hands on before….  Jeremy snakes a hand down to palm his erection through his jeans and his eyes travel up to see your plush lips part. He tears his gaze from your mouth to look at your eyes, bright and wide with… terror?

You let out a piercing shriek that causes Jeremy to lose his balance. He falls from the window sill and tumbles down the roof, doing nothing to stop gravity from pulling him toward the earth below. Only one thought plays over and over in his mind.

Holy shit she can see me.

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You thought no one lived next door! It’s not your fault that you screamed when you saw someone staring at you. Standing frozen in horror, you watch as the guy next door falls off his roof. When you hear the thud of his body hitting the ground, you jump into action. Pulling your shirt back on, you yank out your earbuds and run out of the house. 

His body is eerily still as you approach. 

Holy shit is he dead? 

You squat down to look at him.

“Um hey dude, are you alright?” you ask, regretting the question immediately.

Of course he’s not alright you idiot! He just fell off a roof for fucks sake!

“Okay so I’m just gonna call an ambulance…” you mumble, mostly to yourself. Reaching into your pocket to pull out your phone, the guy’s hand shoots out grabbing your wrist tightly. 

You freeze. His hand is strangely cool. You can’t say what it is, but something about his touch just feels…wrong. You suppress a shudder and quickly shake the thought from your mind.

“Please say something so I know you’re at least conscious,” you beg.

The guy on the ground starts shaking.

Fuck he’s crying. He must be really hurt.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” you coo. “Let’s roll you over and make sure you didn’t crack open your head or anything.”

The shaking becomes more intense, but he releases the vice grip from your wrist. As he rolls over onto his back, you realize his shaking isn’t from crying. This asshole is…laughing?

Greeeeaaaaat he’s in shock.

Even in a fit of laughter, you can't help but notice how attractive he is. He looks like an angel who thinks his fall from heaven is just some practical joke from god.

The guy moves to sit up, but you pin him to the ground by the shoulders. His laughter stops abruptly and his warm brown eyes meet yours. The intensity of his gaze makes you flush. 

“You can’t sit up that fast,” you scold, pulling away. “You could have like a concussion or something.”

He gives you a lopsided grin as he slowly pushes up to sitting. 

“I’m fine. I promise,” he says, holding out a hand to you. “I’m Jeremy.”

You hesitantly shake his hand. It’s still a little cool, but maybe he just runs cold? 

“I’m y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, y/n” Jeremy says, grinning at you again before releasing your hand.

You look him up and down, trying to discern if he has a single injury from the fall. When your eyes drift back to Jeremy’s face, he’s blushing.

“Um.. like what you see?” he chuckles.

“What?” You ask, confused. “Oh! No no I wasn’t checking you out! I was just trying to see if you were hurt! You could’ve broken your neck with a fall like that…”

He barks out a laugh, startling you.

“I’m fine, I promise,” he says, crossing his heart. 

You’re not that easily convinced. Leaning in, you look intently at his eyes. As you’re trying to discern whether or not his pupils are the same size, Jeremy almost closes the distance between you. You feel the chill of his touch brush your jaw as he lightly holds your chin. Your faces are mere inches away now.

“Is this the part where we kiss?” He whispers. 

Your pulse begins to race as his breath ghosts across your lips. Now it’s your turn to blush. Pulling away, you take a few shaky breaths to try and calm your rapidly beating heart. 

“Sorry,” he laughs, leaning back on his hands. “You just looked so serious.”

You elbow him in the ribs. 

“Ow! What was that for?” He asks, rubbing his side in exaggerated pain.

“For staring at me like a creep upstairs!” You shout.

“Oh shit, right,” he groans, running a hand through his messy brown hair. “Look, I’m sorry about that y/n. I didn’t realize anyone would be moving in today and when I heard you singing I didn’t even think. I was mesmerized by you.”

Jeremy looks toward the ground, ears tipped pink as he twirls a blade of grass. 

Damn either this guy is smooth or he has no filter.

“Um it’s okay I guess,” you mumble. “I mean it’s also my fault for leaving the window open. I didn’t know anyone lived next door. I thought the realtor said it was for sale.”

Jeremy freezes, trying to come up with a reason to keep your suspicions at bay.

“Yeah, uh my parents have been trying to sell the place but haven’t had any luck I guess,” he suggests, glancing at you anxiously. 

Thankfully you seem to be oblivious to his lie. What reason would you have not to believe him?

“So anyway, what was the song you were singing earlier?” he asks.

“Oh! Here, I’ll show you.”

Pulling out your airpods, you hand one to him and pop the other in your ear. Jeremy follows your lead, wondering why you carry around a pair of broken earbuds when suddenly There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths fills his ear. 

“Woah, you know The Smiths?” He asks, turning to you excitedly.

“Yeah, I love The Smiths,” you sigh smiling, before singing along, “To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.”

“How are you real?” he whispers, watching you bob your head to the music.

You are everything he could have dreamed of in a girl, and you can see him. Just before he could do something stupid like say he loves you or confess his darkest secrets, a voice calls from your front door.

“ y/n? I need help unpacking the kitchen! I can’t find a single fork anywhere!”

“I’ll be right there mom!” you shout back, before turning to Jeremy. “Sorry, I have to run. But I’ll see you around, okay?” 

He takes out the earbud and hands it back to you. This time when his fingers brush your waiting palm, it feels electric. Like a jolt of energy traveling through your entire body. The two of you linger there for a moment, barely touching, staring into each other’s eyes.

“I’ll be right here,” he says softly, grinning that lopsided grin again.

Breaking out of your daze, you hop up and jog to your house. Turning back right before you reach the door, you see Jeremy standing. He gives you a small, shy wave before you disappear inside. 

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Jeremy has been waiting for you to go back to your room all evening. He’s kept his room dark, sitting in shadow by the window. Your ability to see him is a blessing and a curse, he’ll have to be sneaky to keep an eye on you. He’s not trying to be creepy, he just doesn’t want to scare you. 

Finally the lamp by your window turns on and you fill his vision.

Fuck, you are so pretty.

He wishes he could watch you for hours, memorizing each inch of your body, mapping all of your freckles and finding what spots drive you crazy. 

You flit about your room unpacking here and there. Occasionally you glance over towards his window, and he swears he can see your disappointment when you notice that it’s still dark. 

Don’t worry darling, I’ll make my presence known soon. 

With one last searching look his way, you begin undressing. You pop the button on your jeans and wriggle out of the tight fabric. Your bare legs and black panties have him panting. Jeremy doesn’t even feel bad for watching you right now. If you really didn’t want him to see, you’d close the curtains, right?

He imagines you must get a thrill, knowing he could come in at any minute and see you like this. On display just for him. His cock twitches at the thought and he reaches down to give it a tug, allowing himself just a bit of relief. 

His mouth waters as he stares at the sweet curve of your ass sway as you walk to another box. And then you bend over. 

In a split second, Jeremy’s cock is out and in his hand. The cool night air brings some reprieve from his burning desire and he sighs. Lazily, he strokes his cock to you as you pull books out of a box. He hopes the books are neverending, so he can watch you bend over so perfectly for him forever. 

This simple thought sparks an idea that takes hold of him. Pumping his cock with more urgency, Jeremy is quickly lost to a fantasy where he makes you like him. The idea of having you here, his companion, forever, he has to bite his shirt to hold back a moan. Bucking his hips into his fist, he imagines it’s you he’s fucking. Your sweet pussy, his-

“Forever,” he whispers toward you, and then he cums. 

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You’re standing in your new room, digging through your box of books, when you hear music float in on the night air. It’s the same song you played for Jeremy earlier. You whirl around to look out the window and see him sitting at his desk across the way.

You flush, knowing he’s probably noticed your lack of pants. Pausing in front of the window, you take a second to really look at him. 

He’s a little strange, but he’s really cute… you reason. Plus he has great music taste. What’s a little harmless flirting between neighbors?

Ripping a page out of your notebook, you make a paper airplane with a message that reads -you have good taste- and throw it toward Jeremy’s house. With luck, it soars through the window landing right in front of him.

He studies the intrusion for a moment before his eyes flit up to meet yours. A grin dances across his lips as he picks up the paper to read your message. Laughing, he moves to sit on the window sill. You follow suit, dangling your legs out into the cool evening air.

“Careful, you could’ve put my eye out,” he playfully scolds.

“Says the guy who literally fell out of his window today,” you tease, as he rolls his eyes. 

“For real though, are you okay?” you ask, eyeing him warily.

“I’ve got a couple of bruises, but I’ll live,” he says, the lies effortlessly rolling off his tongue.

Jeremy briefly wonders just how many he’ll have to tell before you’re ready for the truth. 

“Well I see you’re copying my music taste now,” you tease.

“Woah woah woah, give me sec,” he says going back into his room.

Jeremy returns to the window with a vinyl cover of The Smiths in hand. 

“I promise I was listening to them way before you, kid.”

“Who are you calling kid?” you ask. “We’re literally the same age.”

He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. 

“Something tells me you haven’t seen Casablanca.”

“Something tells me you’ll have to show me,” you reply with a wink.

“Come over tomorrow? I think I have the DVD around here somewhere,” he muses, looking around the room.

“Ooooo I love a guy who’s into physical media,” you giggle.

He laughs along. Although he’s not quite sure what you mean, he knows your laugh is one of the cutest sounds he’s ever heard. 

“Well then, it’s a date,” he says, grinning at you.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” you muse, wishing that there wasn’t a chasm of darkness dividing you. Keeping you from finding out if Jeremy’s smile tastes as good as it looks. 

“You’d better get inside, it’s kind of cold out and you seem to have forgotten your, um, your pants,” he says blushing as he points at your bare legs.

“Oh sorry! I didn’t even notice!” you lie, batting your eyelashes innocently at him.

“Please don’t be sorry, I’m not complaining I promise,” he says, eyes shining with mischief. “I just don’t want you to get sick and flake on our date.”

You roll your eyes, rubbing your bare legs against the October chill.

“It can even be clothing optional if you want…” he suggests slyly.

You grab the closest thing to you, a big pink eraser, and hurl it at him across the divide, hitting him square in the chest.

“Shut up,” you laugh, swinging your legs back into your room. 

“If only you’d come over here and make me,” he sighs, watching as you grab the window frame. The slight stretch causes your shirt to ride up a little higher, showing off your stomach for him to enjoy.

“Goodnight, Jeremy,” you say, and you pull your window closed.

His name. You said his name.

Of course you said his name, that’s what people do. But hearing it from your lips, he’d do anything to have you say it again and again. 

“Goodnight, y/n,” he whispers into the empty air. For the first time in years, he’s actually looking forward to another day.

Read part two here!

[justivik]

DISCO.

jeremy (arthur conti) x fem! reader.

author's note and warnings: i decided that jeremy in this fanfic ( maybe in the future fanfics i will make) will not be a ghost!!! PLEASE if u like this and want more pls repost and support <3

“Cause there's nothing like it not like the way you move”

It was a Thursday night, and the autumn chill seemed to have no end. The orange, green and purple lights of the neighborhood flickered, casting an intermittent glow on the worn sidewalk. You were riding your worn bike to your boyfriend's house, wearing a sweater to keep warm so you wouldn't get sick on it. You stopped in front of the white door and settled into your costume and your fist let play a tune you were familiar with.

“hey”

His gaze seemed to slowly drift down your body, examining the clothes you were wearing.

The boy with the brown curls said. Your boyfriend, Jeremy.

“You look…amazing”

You felt your cheeks burn from his flattery. He could still make you feel nervous with his words or looks.

“And you look handsome in your cowboy costume, jey”

You walked into the house and could feel the ambiance of the familiar place. It seemed as if time had stopped inside those walls, and the atmosphere, with the mix of yellow light and the smell of candles, had an air of tranquility, almost as if you were inside a pumpkin cinnamon cookie. Jeremy took your hand and they climbed up the stairs to his room filled with posters, halloween decorations and indie music playing in the background.

Halloween was in both of your plans as a date where you two would eat candy until y'all burst and possibly watch movie marathons.

Between the laughter, unfinished words because of the candy being shoved into both of your mouths and the sound of UNO's cards being exchanged, a moving and happy melody began to play for the whole ambiance but you both loved that kind of songs

“Oh! I love this song. Come on, let's dance.”

The brown guy grabbed your palm and started singing while you laughed nervously for not knowing what to do.

“Take a picture before this song is over, love”

You quickly went for your polaroid camera and came back to continue watching Jeremy wiggle like a happy worm. You called out to him and he grabbed his last piece of candy to pose for the picture, the flash attacked both of your faces but a smile was on your face.

“We look amazing, jey!”

i know its september but i loved beetlejuice beetlejuice and jeremy sooooooooo 😁

[person4924]

everytime i think a guy is cute it turns out he murdered his parents i swear :(

[lovefromray]

Heaven Knows I’m miserable now🍂

Jeremy Frazier x Fem!reader

( Reader has mother and step- dad who they hate…also a dog because why not. Reader is female , grunge and your usual angst filled teenage girl.

.˚⊹🎃🍂🌗₊˚𖦹⋆ .˚⊹🎃🍂🌗₊˚𖦹⋆ .˚⊹🎃🍂🌗₊˚𖦹

The car ride into Winter River was long..boring and almost painful ; the dark green ford mustang carrying the family and the bags sped up eventually, ending the silence and the ride. Y/N L/N stepped out of the vehicle first, sliding her headphones off her head and onto her neck in the process . She stretched out , yawned and grabbed a bag, eyes stuck on the building ahead ; the murder house . The house her Step father had bought since it was “so cheap “ and that “the thing that the happened there can be forgotten about with new memories “ . She rolled her eyes , remembering how happy her mother had been when they bought the house .

“and where are you off to so soon? “ Alan, the overly positive idiot who had moved into Y/n’s life and forced her to move away from her…somewhat enjoyable life before , stepped out , a smile tainting his features and causing most of his face to wrinkle on the process. He moved away from the car before Y/n could even speak, opening the front door before turning , “look at that..! All the vintage furniture still intact..!” He almost gasps out , oh so positive about a literal murder house.

Y/N , now somewhat annoyed by her step father’s interest in whatever she was about to do…even though he’d ignored her for the two hour long car ride quickly ran past . Bags in her hands as she darts into the house, up the stairs and into the only room that seemed fully lived in ; Jeremy’s Frazier’s still intact , still lived in…room.

The bags quickly get thrown onto the floor and the bed now dipped in by the girl, she sighs out before leaning back . Her eyes trained ahead onto the ceiling before tears blur her vision , ruining what should have been a moment of peace . Her hands find themselves into her hair , messily running through it before a heavy bang from the corner of the room shoots her back up. Her head snaps in the direction, pushing off the bed before she moves to check it out. Her eyes scanning the various grunge band posters, vinyls , the record player , the wardrobe which now appeared open…it was locked shut last time the family had visited their new home. She shrugs , maybe the house estate agent had opened it?.. whatever had happened , she didn’t care. She didn’t care about any of it..the murder house..the new guy who’d turned her and her moms life inside out and then left and then massively right into what seemed like a chaotic mess of a situation. She sighs out, bending down to pick up a book that had fallen ; the handbook for the recently deceased . She looks around before opening a window , her eyes catching sight of something..no no someone moving in the treehouse . She blinks before the figure disappears, maybe she was just tired or maybe her eyesight was playing up , she had just spent 2 hours in a moving car staring down at her phone and only occasionally staring out of the window before the next song played into her headphones . She shrugs before scanning the book, turning it over to read the back and then the front . Her fingers dancing along it before they hesitate to open it, she scoffs out ; finally making the decision to open it before the door slams open.

Her eyes snap up, book hidden behind her back as her eyes focus on…nothing? The door bounces back , slamming shut again before slamming open, hitting the wall and causing a couple of posters to fly off the wall. Leaving Y/N stood there , posters a mess around her ; some hanging off the wall, some still stuck , some sideways now and some just flying through the air of the cold, almost quiet room. The book slipping from her fingers , slamming onto the floor before almost flying from its position and into the closet . Y/N moves to follow it, only for the closet to slam in her face and lock. She scoffs out, her first slamming onto the wood before the bedroom door slams shut again, she groans out .

“I hate this house..!!” She screams out , causing the nearest adult ; Alan to run upstairs , his hand pushes the door open before he scans the now neat and untouched room, he smiles over at Y/N , his hand dropping the bernese mountain dog puppy in the process . He stands there, almost expecting his step daughter to speak before he nods at her , looking around the room

“so are you keeping the room..the same?” he hums out , his eyes scanning everything almost judgementally , the way his lip quivers up into its usual concrete , unbreakable , overly happy and warm smile .

“mhm.” Y/N rolls her eyes , moving to scan the room ; confused due to the fact everything had returned to normal in only a matter of seconds .

Buddy, the 3 month old puppy eagerly running around the room in the process of y/n trying to rethink everything and also try seem like she was putting effort into her step fathers boring little conversation.

“really..? you don’t..want a change of anything..? you know this is where..the uh-“

“i know.”

“but..i mean..its a teenage boys room and he was..you know.. he did horrible and-“

“i know, i like the room.”

“but it’s so dark and..i mean look..! look at the posters, the…the books..this isn’t you-“

“no, it is me. You wouldn’t know because the moment you met me, you immediately talked about moving and changing .” Y/N snaps her head back over to the man, watching his little positive performance crumble in a matter of seconds due to her words.

Alan scoffs , “fine but..we’re getting rid of the clothes in the closet . He could have killed those innocent parents of his and then…then changed.” He tries to smile, only to realise the teenage girl stood before him didn’t actually care..nor was she actually listening since her eyes had darted over to the puppy now sniffing aggressively over at the closet.

“uh huh…” She sighs out , her hands moving to open the closet causing the puppy to bark and snarl , his ears pricking , tale shooting up like some sort of tv aerial , fur standing up, stance almost wide and heavy on the wood like a stone statue . His eyes wide and trained to the pile of clothes .

Y/N moves to push Buddy out of the way, weirded out by her dog’s new behaviour towards the closet that was locked only ten minutes ago. She scoffs out , looking back at her step father , “well aren’t you going to take the clothes then.? since you mentioned it..might aswell go do it now..!” She sarcastically hums out , moving to grab a trash bag, opening it before handing it to the now dumbfounded Alan. Pushing back him, grabbing her phone and putting her headphones on in the process . Clicking the play button for her playlist , sighing out once she slides down the banister and jumps down a couple of the steps. Letting the Smiths fill her ears , she scans around ; hoping to catch a glimpse of her mom. She stops , half way to the kirchen and only a step past the living room door , turning back to the man sat in the chair watching the tv . She fully turns , staring at him…almost confused by the fact the old tv still worked : it wasn’t plugged in and..also by the stranger now sat so snuggling in the old chair . She blinks for a moment, the tv still playing but the man gone. She shrugs , turning and moving into the back yard , sighing before pushing the back door open. Her eyes falling onto the sea of light orange , dark orange , green and red leaves from the nearby trees . She moves , pushing her phone into the pocket of her dark blue jean flares , carefully smoothing out her oversized white wool jumper . She sighs before moving to climb the tree house , hands gripping the wood as she pulls her self up , eyes stuck ahead before she catches sight of a figure moving .The figure pacing , repeating things to..himself..?

“got to get them out.” He repeats , over and over . Stopping once Y/N reaches the last wooden block, pulling herself up before she stares wildly up at the teenage boy , his face hard and almost wide as he looks around . He chuckles before his hand moves , “sorry..pretty girl..” He smirks before pushing her down, causing Y/N to lose her grip , stumbling back before her hand slips from the wood, pulling one of the blocks with her as she falls. Her body falling limp onto the ground , her eyes momentarily fluttering between staying wide and closing , her hand moving upto to her hair ; checking for the now painful sensation hitting all around her head .

(I apologise for any spelling mistakes, please please leave your opinion on this cause i crave validation the same way a starved dog craves food )

[onecoolloser]

Please he’s so pretty

[darklinaforever]

I hate that some people who have seen Beetlejuice 2 take the case of Astrid and Jeremy as a representation of Wyler at face value to argue that Tyler is indeed a pure villain. Okay, me too, when I saw the film I joked with my friend about the superficial resemblance between the two, and that's how I understood that there would be a twist on Jeremy. Except that none of it was of the first degree. The similarities are purely superficial, and what's more, Jeremy serves as a foil to Beetlejuice, to put him in a more positive light for his own character and his relationship with Lydia. But just because Tim Burton is linked to these two works does not mean that resemblance = same thing, and so that Jemery = Tyler. Absolutely not. The characters have nothing to do with it. And frankly, Tyler's haters are really desperate to make this type of comparison, just to push the character down and try to make him a pure villain ? It's ridiculous.

[ameagrice]

I’m rewatching Beetlejuice Beetlejuice and noticed that when Jeremy asks Astrid if she believes in the supernatural, she says ‘no, I only believe in things that I can see’. He then looks away and SMIRKS because of how contradictory it is that he’s, well, dead and she can see him. He knows she’s obviously seeing dead people but she thinks he’s just a weird believer of the supernatural. Just another cool thing I didn’t catch the first time around. As well as ‘I’ll still be here tomorrow’ and ‘where have you been all my life?’ knowing he’s been dead for 23 years and waiting on somebody besides his dead parents to be able to see him.

AND another fun thing I saw ​also was the bit where BJ stamps his card at the transfers line in the afterlife, and it says ‘INTERNAL BLEEDING’ in the physical descriptions section, because he fell and broke his neck😭

[iz1331]

The DVD artwork for Beetlejuice Beetlejuice!!!

Look at how Betelgeuse, Lydia and Astrid are together and separated from the others 🥹😭 The happy family 💜 Kinda wish Delia is down there with them too, but I'm taking what I can get.

Foreshadowing that Beetlejuice 3 would have them three front and center next time? 👀 I hear Warner Bros. are trying to push for Beetlejuice 3 already

[raining-anonymously]

since you all liked the Rory Hate Club so much…

BONUS:

[likemonstersinlove]

tim burton when he sees a tall cute curly haired boy: must make him jenna ortega's love interest immediately

[apara-dise-penguin]

— Jenna Ortega as Astrid Deetz & Arthur Conti as Jeremy Frazier .. in Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

[obsessed-with-fake-men]

looking at you

when your movie date with Jeremy doesn't go how he planned, he has you put on a private show...not that you know he's pulling the strings

Jeremy Frazier x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit 

Content warnings: nsfw, mdni, dubcon, stalking/peeping, mutal(?) masturbation, he calls you a slut

Author's note: This fic can be read as a follow up to forever or as a standalone. Jeremy is still a pervy creep and will continue to be one.

Word count: ~3300

Jeremy loves looking at you. Honestly, it might be his favorite thing to do. He’s slyly watching you now, carrying yet another box of belongings up to your room. God you’re beautiful. He loves the way you puff out air to get a piece of hair out of your face when your hands are full. And the way you put your hands on your hips when you’re lost in thought. And not to mention how cute you are when you think no one is watching. How you dance around in your panties, singing into your hair brush. A little strip tease just for him.

He sees you pause and look down, then pick up a paper airplane.The note he sent your way moments ago, unfurling in your hand. 

meet me at 7, bring popcorn - j

Your eyes dart to the window, searching. For him. But Jeremy is safe in the shadows, free from your gaze. He watches you shrug and draw the curtains. Not to worry, he’ll see you soon.

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Jeremy is pacing next to his house. He’s waiting for you. It’s 6:58 and you’re not there. 

Fuck what if you don’t show?

With your curtains blocking his view, Jeremy can’t be sure whether you’re coming or not. He glances at his watch: 6:59. 

I’m such a delusional idiot of course y/n isn’t coming.

The chime of the bell tower begins, signaling the top of the hour. Jeremy runs a hand through his hair in exasperation.

What would you want with a pathetic, no good, murde-

The creak of a door startles him out of his thoughts. Head jerking toward the sound, he sees you.

The tightness in his chest evaporates instantly and he unclenches fists he hadn’t consciously made. 

You look divine in the light of the setting sun. Jeremy’s eyes roam your figure, he notices you changed from what you were wearing earlier. The tight sundress hugs your upper body and is absolutely inappropriate for the October evening. 

Jeremy feels a smug sort of satisfaction at the thought that you chose it just for him. 

You clear your throat. 

“Like what you see?” you tease with a giggle.

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and gesturing at your dress with the other.

“What can I say, you make me speechless.”

Warmth rises to your cheeks as you smile shyly. 

“Ummmm anyway,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I brought the goods.”

You produce a bag of pre-popped popcorn from behind your back.

“Skinny Pop?” Jeremy asks dubiously, quirking an eyebrow.

You shove his arm playfully. 

“My mom heard somewhere that the microwave stuff gives you cancer or something,” you shrug.

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we,” Jeremy jests.

You swear you see a dark gleam in his eyes, like a wolf staring down a doe before striking. But upon blinking you’re left looking into the warmth of his brown irises.

“Soooooo, are we heading inside?” you ask, moving to walk toward the house.

Abruptly, Jeremy grabs your hand and halts you in your tracks. 

You feel like you’ve touched a live wire as an initial cool jolt of electricity runs through your hand and arm, quickly fading to a warm tingle.

“Actually, I have a surprise for you,” he says with a grin, pulling you toward the backyard.

Turning the corner, you see a rustic treehouse glowing from within.

“Woah, a treehouse!” you exclaim. “I didn’t know this was back here.”

Jeremy watches you look up in awe. The lights of the house reflecting like stars in your eyes.

“Yeah, I come here to get away from everything,” he sighs. “It’s the only place I feel like I can really think, you know?”

Glancing up at him, you see a melancholic expression you know well and you give his hand a squeeze. “Yeah, I definitely get that.”

Jeremy lifts your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, he gives them a light kiss.

“Ladies first,” he murmurs, nodding toward the rungs leading up the tree. 

Reluctantly, you relinquish his hand and begin the climb. Leaning against the trunk, Jeremy looks up to enjoy the view. Your dress flicking up, tantalizes him with each rung you mount. Squinting, he can almost make out the color of your panties. Jeremy makes a silent vow that he’ll know the answer by the end of the night. 

When you reach the top you pause to gaze around the tree house. Its simple, worn wood was made enchanting - illuminated by fairy lights and the soft glow of a television. There was a nest of comforters and pillows on one side and an old CRT TV with a built-in VCR on the other. 

Arms snake around your waist, seeming to appear out of thin air. Jeremy pulls you into him, pressing your back to his body.

“What do you think?” he whispers into your ear. His cool breath feels like the autumn breeze, leaving a trail of goosebumps down your neck.

“It’s beautiful,” you sigh.

Jeremy spins you in his arms, hugging your waist tightly. 

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. Leaning down, he glances from your eyes to your lips and back.

You do the same, heart racing as you see his adam’s apple bob. Pushing up on your tiptoes, you almost close the gap between your mouths. 

“Is this the part where we kiss?” you ask breathily, looking up at Jeremy through fluttering lashes.

He answers with action - a palm flat on your back, pulling you together. His lips are soft, but you feel the need, the urgency behind the kiss. You grip the front of his soft flannel in one hand, attempting to pull him even closer to you.

Jeremy groans into you, he loves knowing that you’re just as desperate as he is. Testing your limits, he nips lightly at your bottom lip. You let out a soft moan and Jeremy quickly swallows it, heart soaring at the sound. Threading your fingers through his messy brown hair, you feel a dizzying weightlessness. 

Jeremy feels it too. Peeking his eyes open just a crack, he realizes the two of you are levitating.

Oh shit.

He pulls away, pressing his forehead to yours. Willing his rasping breath to come easier, he feels his feet settle back on the ground. In an attempt to keep your suspicions at bay, he pulls your body close in a tight hug before setting you down. You blink up at him, dazed. Leaning down, Jeremy kisses your forehead.

“At this rate we’ll never watch the movie,” he chuckles.

You settle into the blankets as Jeremy pops the VHS of Casablanca into the old television. As the tape slides into the machine, he sits next to you.

The title card appears in curly cursive script and the black and white film begins in earnest.

Leaning over you whisper, “I didn’t realize it was a classic!”

“I hope that’s alright,” he says, glancing over at you.

You nod vigorously and Jeremy chuckles, returning his attention to the screen.

“But the others wait in Casablanca,” the narrator’s mid atlantic voice bellows out. “And wait and wait and wait.”

Jeremy mouths along. He’s memorized all the movies in the house by now, and he’s always identified with that line. But now, he wonders if all this time he’s been waiting for you.

The two of you are sitting a respectable distance apart, as is you weren’t trying to swallow one another moments before. You both have one hand strategically placed in the space left unoccupied. Pretending to play with the blankets, a ruse to inch fingers closer and closer. Finally you touch, it’s a light, innocent brush. Over in a second. But the electricity is there again, sending a shiver down your spine.

Jeremy’s head snaps to you.

“Are you cold?” he asks. 

Before you can reply, his flannel is off and he’s helping you into it. The worn fabric smells earthy, like fallen leaves and wet dirt. It’s an odd but comforting smell, and you pull it tightly around yourself. 

“C’mere,” he says, opening his arms for you to snuggle into. And snuggle you do. Laying your head on his chest, you drape a leg across his hips. Jeremy wraps his strong arms around you, holding your body to his. 

The two of you stay like this for a while, unmoving. Relaxing into the steady rise and fall of Jeremy’s breathing, you notice how cold he must be in only his t-shirt. Just as you start to feel guilty about taking his flannel, Jeremy begins to trace light circles onto the exposed flesh of your thigh. His touch is maddeningly gentle and leaves a trail of burning desire. Two can play this game. 

You softly run your nails from his chest down across his stomach. Jeremy’s breath hitches as his muscles tense under your touch. He grips your soft flesh, squeezing your thigh tightly once before returning to those damn circles.

Biting back a moan, you turn your head to trail featherlight kisses along his collarbone, up his neck and to his adam’s apple. His cock twitches against your leg as Jeremy's wandering fingers trail up to cup your ass. You moan, playfully nipping at his jaw. 

“You’re not paying attention,” Jeremy groans. 

“I am paying attention, I promise,” you giggle. Shifting your weight to rub against his growing erection. 

“I'll show you paying attention,” he growls.

Pushing back to sit up against the wall, Jeremy pulls you onto his lap. 

You look so pretty perched there, with your hands resting on his chest, blinking those beautiful eyes at him. One hand finds its home on your hip, and he gently strokes your cheek with the other. He would do anything for you in that moment. If you said you wanted the moon, he’d spend eternity pulling it down from the heavens. 

“Here’s looking at you, kid,” Jeremy whispers, in perfect time with the movie. 

You giggle and your plush lips beckon his attention and grabbing the back of your neck, Jeremy pulls your mouth to his. 

His aggression takes you by surprise, causing you to gasp. Jeremy wastes no time delving his tongue into your open mouth. You freeze at the sudden intrusion. Jeremy softly rubs his thumb along your waist, coaxing you to relax into the kiss. He nips and sucks at your tongue, swallowing the moans you spill as he grinds his hips up into you. 

Jeremy snakes a hand up to your throat, squeezing gently and you practically melt for him. Arching your back, you break the kiss as you thrust your tits into his face. He releases your waist to take them gladly. Grabbing your soft flesh, he groans. You’re not wearing a bra. 

My little slut.

Pulling at your nipples through the fabric, you gasp and squeeze your legs around his thighs. Claiming your lips once again, Jeremy decides it’s time to find out what color your panties really are. Grabbing a handful of your ass, he slowly pulls your dress up and up and…you pull away, panting.

You’re so beautiful with your face flushed and eyes dark, he thinks this must be a preview of what you look like when you orgasm and he can’t wait to find out. As he starts to pull your dress up even farther, you put a hand on his chest, halting his action. Turning, you look over your shoulder to see that the credits are rolling. 

“Shit!” you laugh. “It’s over!”

Jeremy grabs the remote and dangles it from two fingers.

“It doesn’t have to be over if you don’t want it to…”

“Okay that’s true,” you giggle, “I'll actually watch it this time. I promise.” 

You hold out a pinky to him and Jeremy links his long finger with yours.

“I won’t hold you to it,” he winks

Laughing, you roll off of his lap. He groans at the loss of contact. 

“Is it okay if we don’t go any further tonight?” you ask, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

“Of course,” he sighs, cupping your face.

He gives you a light kiss on the forehead and you snuggle back up against him. Rewinding the movie, Jeremy finds the last part you remember. 

What a fucking tease. He’s going to make you pay for this later. 

You’re fully engrossed in the movie this time and Jeremy lightly plays with your hair. All the while he is dreaming up just what to do to get you back. 

When the movie finishes you reluctantly sit up. 

“I guess I should head home,” you yawn. “Unless you need help taking all this down?”

“Nah, I’ll take care of it later,” Jeremy replies. “Let’s get you home.”

Jeremy descends the treehouse steps first, something about being there to catch you if you slip. Hugging his flannel tight to your body, you carefully make your way down the rungs. When you near the ground, you feel Jeremy’s strong hands on your hips. He helps you hop down and you walk hand in hand back to the front of the house. When you near the edge of his yard, he pulls you into his body and presses his forehead to yours.

“See you tomorrow?” he murmurs hopefully. 

“You know where I’ll be,” you laugh.

Leaning up, you press a soft kiss to his lips. Jeremy’s greedy hands want more. They want to drag you up to his room so he can touch every inch of your flesh. To give you pleasure you haven’t even dreamed of. Instead, he simply squeezes your hands before releasing you into the night. 

He stands, unmoving as he watches you go. Once you’re safely inside, Jeremy slips up to his room. 

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Turning on your lamp, you look out your window at Jeremy’s room. It’s still dark. 

He must be picking up the tree house.

Taking off Jeremy's flannel, you breathe in the scent of him when a sudden strange feeling comes over you. It’s like you’re moving on autopilot or something. Slipping your dress over your head, you saunter toward your full length mirror. You adjust it a bit, tilting and turning the mirror until the reflection is just right. Then you take a step back and get a good look at yourself. Almost naked, except for your red panties. 

I thought they were red, a smug thought echoes in your head. 

Your hand reaches for the flannel and you shrug it back on, thankful for its warmth. You must have forgotten to close the window earlier. Instead of shutting out the night air, your legs take you to the edge of your bed. Before you sit down, you slide your panties over your ass and down your legs, flicking them across the room at the mirror with your foot. 

You don’t even have time to question the action before you’re settling down on the edge of your bed, spreading your thighs wide. You take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, naked except for Jeremy's open shirt. 

Such a perfect little slut, the smug voice taunts. 

You want to argue, but your hand begins to lightly trace up your body. From your knee, up your thigh, ghosting across your stomach and resting on your breast. You squeeze, and it feels eerily similar to how Jeremy touched you earlier. The thought evaporates when you roll your hard nipple between your fingers. You fall back onto the bed, as your other hand starts toying with your clit. 

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He's done it. He never tried before, no one seemed worth the energy. But Jeremy has successfully possessed you. He isn’t sure the power really reaches that far, so maybe it’s more like influencing you. But that means you wouldn’t be doing the actions he’s implanting in your psyche if deep down you didn’t want to…right? 

The first thing he did was make sure he could watch you. He had you adjust your mirror so he can perfectly see you spayed out on your bed from the comfort of his desk. 

And splayed you are. 

Here’s looking at you, kid. 

Jeremy was teasing his cock before, lighting stroking it as you disrobed. But now that you have two fingers poised to enter your tight wet pussy, he can’t hold back any longer. 

He grips the base of his cock hard and groans, your cue to sink those fingers into your core. Jeremy’s hips stutter up into his fist as he hears a faint moan float through the window. He can see your hand moving faster and faster, hurriedly he speeds up his strokes. Desperate to match your pace. Your other hand snakes to circle your clit, causing your back to arch off the bed. Jeremy is hunched over his desk, eyes glued to your mirror. If he had an ounce of self respect, he may feel ashamed. Fisting his cock like a pervert to the little show he’s making you put on. But fuck, seeing you like this. His will being done so perfectly. It has to be right.

“Another finger baby,” he whispers. 

And instantly you respond. The resounding moan you release knocks the breath from his chest. So desperate. So hungry. A sound that says your fingers aren’t enough. His cock pulses in his fist. He’s dangerously close, but so are you.

“Cum for me,” he huffs, fucking up into his fist in earnest.

You whine, thighs trembling as your fingers pump in and out of your core.

Fuck you’re perfect.

As you orgasm, his name tumbles from those perfect lips. If it had just been once, Jeremy could’ve convinced himself he’ imagined it. But then you cry it over and over, chanting his name like a prayer. He can’t hold back any more. With one final buck of his hips, Jeremy cums with your name on his tongue.

It’s the most intense orgasm he can remember. Maybe it has something to do with the semi-possesion, maybe it’s just what you bring out in him, but Jeremy swears he’s seeing stars. 

When he finally comes down, he realizes he can’t sense you any longer. 

Fuck.

He must’ve lost the connection. His heart is beating so fast, he can’t hear a thing. But he stares intently at your mirror. At your frozen form, still spread perfectly for him to see. 

Then you stir.

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You come to after what is maybe the hardest you’ve ever orgasmed. Definitely the best orgasm you’ve had with just your fingers. Why you didn’t grab your vibrator, you’re not sure. Groaning, you prop up on your elbow and look into the mirror. For a second you swear you see a pair of eyes shining back at you in the shadow of the reflection. Blinking, you sit up further. But the mirror is empty, reflecting only your open window. 

A cool breeze dances across your exposed skin and you shiver, pulling Jeremy’s soft flannel tight across your body. 

Jeremy…did I really just call his name when I…

You shake your head, dismissing the thought and get up to stretch out your tight muscles. Crossing the room, you go to close the window. Before you shut it, you lean out. The moonlight illuminates your form perfectly, naked save for that damn flannel. You can’t see him, but for some reason you think you can feel his gaze on you.

“Goodnight, Jeremy,” you giggle softly and you pull the window closed.

When the frame thuds shut, Jeremy finally breathes out a sigh. Shaking his head, he lets out a soft chuckle.

Playing with you is going to be so much fun.

[captainx-camino]

I'm about to be the Internet's most hated person again but, uhhhh...I'm a chronic over analyzer, so, deal with it.

So, Jeremy - and here me out on this - wasn't the cold-blooded murder kid the movie wants you to believe he is.

*insert shocked and horrified reaction here*

Yeah, that one will do....

Anyway...

Okay, so first of all: Jeremy's parents are AWFUL.

His father is clearly an abusive drunk and his mother is clearly a traumatized beaten wife who makes excuses for her husband's abuse.

Jeremy wasn't lying about what his parents were - we can see that through their behavior when they're shown and by small clues in the background of the shot.

His father probably became abusive due to feeling he could no longer fulfill his role in the household and succumbed to drinking to patch his depression.

His mother probably took the brunt of this, causing her to fall into fawning and do the only thing she could do to keep the household together. A very common response to domestic violence is to dote on the child in an aggressively overbearing way - which we see her do.

Additionally, the only person we learn of the incident from is the 'Karen' of the town - who states the boy was bad news. But was he really? Or was he a troubled child dealing with severe abuse at home and escaping into himself?

Was he a 'bad kid'? Or was he just different?

(There are some other points but I have like 10 min to write this so you get what you get.)

Personally, one of the things that really drove home for me that Jeremy wasn't the monster he was made out to be is how he died:

You want to tell me that this "cold-blooded killer" went to his treehouse to hide from the cops after committing his awful crimes? That doesn't sound like some crazed murderer to me - that sounds like a scared child running away to the one place he felt secure.

Which he still does, by the way. As a fucking ghost who has now been trapped in his living nightmare with the two people who probably abused him for 20-some-odd years.

With the given evidence, I shall construct you a possible alternative series of events that makes far more sense than his simply killing his parents...

-Jeremy comes home from school, his dad is already in a mood.

-Mom is baking in the kitchen in an attempt to forget the throbbing in her right eye

-Someone, possibly Jeremy, makes an offhanded remark that unintentionally triggers his father.

-The situation escalates with Jeremy becoming the target of his father's aggression this time.

-the father, already several sheets to the wind, goes after Jeremy in a fit of rage.

-the altercation continues, eventually ending up with Jeremy and his father tussling in the garage.

-Jeremy grabs at his father's abandoned tools in an attempt to protect himself and lands a hit, killing his father.

-Jeremy's mother, a victim of abuse herself, is too traumatized to react appropriately to the situation.

-Because her coping mechanism is to fawn, she reacts negatively towards Jeremy.

-Her first reaction is to scream and panic, asking Jeremy what he has done and believing that he has ruined their family that she has worked so hard to keep intact.

-Her defensiveness causes her to lash out at Jeremy and attack him.

-Jeremy is once again forced to defend himself, knowing no other way of fending her off.

-this altercation also ends in a defensive strike towards his assailant with another convenient item within the room the attack took place.

-After the incident, Jeremy, a child, quickly realizes that he is going to be in trouble.

-Jeremy's first instinct upon hearing the approaching police sirens is not to flee custody, but to hide in his childhood treehouse.

-When authorities inevitably find him and coax him down, he slips, breaking his neck instantly.

-This untimely demise causes him to be stuck in the world of the living with no other contact besides the people who neglected and abused him, causing him to become desperate for escape.

-That desperation was answered by the single person who was able to see him in 20+ years and Astrid just got caught in that crossfire.

I'm gonna say it now because I know how y'all are: This post is not to justify what he did to either of his parents or Astrid. It is simply what I have gathered ACTUALLY happened leading up to Jeremy's death and his possible true motivation to return to the world of the living outside of "ooooOOOOOOoooo so he can KILL AGAIN~" which is frankly just boring.

You don't have to believe it. I am not saying this interpretation is canon.

It's just what I picked up on watching the film.

Do with that what you do.

[webbluvrsugar]

halloween traditions with Jeremy Frazier.

— SUGAR’S HALLOWEEN CELEBRATIONS —

cw: fluff, Jeremy is a little fake in the end, no use of y/n.

Every since you found out Jeremy was a ghost, your Halloween traditions have been different, you always do the same thing, you sneak out your parent’s house just to run all the way across the street into a ‘for sale’ house for a boy that can’t be seen or even leave past that tree house.

You don’t know what made you do it, maybe pity, maybe it really was love, you don’t know, you just keep doing it.

You always prepare some candy, he sets up some records, orders pizza in someone else’s name, — and scares the worker so he doesn’t have to pay for it — tries his best to make the room cozy with some random old Christmas lights from when he was still living.

You always show up in a different costume, he appreciates it because with the few clothing he has on there, there’s not much he can do, it’s always some movie references, so subtle it would almost be imperceptible by anyone else, and when you do not get it, he makes sure to explain.

“So what are you tonight?” He question, cocks an eyebrow.

“Casey Becker.” You point out with a smile.

“From scream.” He responds, you nod, taking a piece of candy from the bunch.

“‘N you?” You place the candy past your lips, slowly sucking on it.

“This year I’m Joe Goldberg.” He chuckles, you look at him up and down, weird, but you can kinda see it.

“The stalker?” You question, he hums in affirmation. “I don’t think you’d be the type of guy to go out and stalk girls.”

“I’d stalk you if I could go out.” He pokes you on the arm, you chuckle, throwing the wrapper from the candy at him in the process.

“Would you?” You smile, slightly leaning into him.

“Yeah, would even take all of those pictures, hang them up, go super Diane Turner on you.” He smirks, one of his hands cup your chin.

“Criminal minds, Zugzwang, smart.” You lean in again, he notices that specific behaviour.

“Mhm.” He hums again, pushes your hair behind your ear before he’s finally the one to come closer to you, his lips meet yours briefly in a soft kiss, not too long because he doesn’t really want you to go floating on his room right now.

He parts away, you close your eyes with a sigh before leaning your forehead onto his. “I hate that you’re stuck in this house.” You whisper. “Wish I could help.” He slightly pulls away, frowns, something in him lights up.

He never planned on using you to switch souls with you, he actually really did like you, but unfortunately, his love for you doesn’t overpower his wish to live again.

“There’s something you can do but..” he tries to speak, you cut him off.

“I’ll do it.” You immediately say.

God, are you this starved for love? He’s never noticed it before.

He doesn’t want to trick you,

“There’s this book..” he starts.

But if you insist…