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Beetlejuice & Lydia Deetz Headcanons
[Seeing @peoplesgraves headcanons finally convinced me to do one, because I've wanted to do it since Astrid's]
Incompetent and Stupid are two perfect words to describe Beetlejuice
Lydia met you first when she first moved in
You were hanging out in a graveyard [You actually got lost and happened to run in her]
She found you strange and unusual- Her favorite descriptors
She invited you to her house and you slowly become friends
The ghosts- Barbara and Adam- tried scaring you and that's when you discovered Beetlejuice with her [Lydia's] help, because she discovered him in the attic when trying to figure out what the couple was hiding
Beetlejuice was fascinated with you
What were YOU doing with a girl like her? You're perfect and she's well... different
You're really easy to make happy, so he enjoys making you laugh
He originally tried to marry you over Lydia, but she wasn't going to allow that to happen
She tried to save you when Beetlejuice took you to the Neitherworld
He ends up convincing her of to an..... agreement-
One that you may not agree too
Usually Lydia would never agree to such a thing, but if she does, she can have you too. You might not like that, but you'll learn to love her- Even if you have to like Beetlejuice too
[He's really just in it for the ride. He's up for anything]
#beetlejuice#yandere x reader#yandere#beetlejuice x reader#lydia x reader#lydia deetz x reader#beetlejuice x you#lydia x you#lydia deetz#beetlejuice movie#beetlejuice 2#beetlejuice beetlejuice#beetlejuice x reader x lydia#beetlejuice x reader x lydia deetz
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"I am gonna make you so happy." 🪲🪳
#beetlejuice 2#beetlejuice#winona ryder#michael keaton#lydia deetz#beetlejuice 2 spoilers#beetlejuice 2 spoiler#rly hoping people will be normal about this lol#im v scared#i used html again omg it's been a minute#my gifs#beetlejuice x lydia#beetlebabes#lydia x beetlejuice#chances of slime time increasing iykyk#no bc why does this remind me of the 'i know what you are' twilight scene a little looooooooooooool#hoa hoa music plays in the background#the blue and the green transition what does it meeeean what does it all meeaaan
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Winona breaking character bc... well, Keaton.
How she otherwise managed to act appalled by him is beyond me.
*cough* not me make believing this is Lydia being genuinely amused by a nervous beteleuse
#YOU CAN'T STOP ME#a scenario like that in bj3 would be cute tho right#bj getting marriage jitters bc he's actually in love with her now#keaton's fucking face#winona m'am your face#beetlejuice#betelgeuse#beetlejuice screenies#muh screenshots#beetlebabe#beetlebabes#beetlelyds#lydia x beetlejuice#beetlejuice x lydia#beej x lyds#betelgeuse x lydia#beetlejuice 1988#beetlejuice gifs#muh gifs#beetlejuice wedding
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I probably won't colour this one
#beetlebabes#fanart#beetlejuice x lydia#beetlelyds#beetlejuice#never drawn these two before#and thank you tumblr for nuking the quality#my art
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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.
#jeremy frazier#jeremy damien frazier#jeremy frazier x reader#jeremy frazier x you#arthur conti#arthur stanley conti#jenna ortega#beetlejuice#beetlejuice beetlejuice#betelgeuse#beetlejuice movie#beetlejuice musical#jeremy frazier smut#horror smut#horror fanfiction#lydia deetz#astrid deetz#beetlejuice 2024#kinktober 2024#kinktober#ghosts#spooky season#beetlejuice moodboard#beetlejuice makeup#𝜗𝜚: jeremy frazier#webbluvrsugar
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Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader
WC:1.7k
Summary: Stiles is struggling after being controlled by the Nogitsune, and he turns to you for help. But little does he know, it will turn your friendship into so much more. Takes place after season 3. (Allison isn't dead!!!)
Warnings: Swearing, angsty as fuck, sad Stiles, kissing, implied smut if you squint?, PTSD.
A/N: HI GUYS!!! I really like this fic and ofc I hope y'all will too! This is my first time writing about Stiles and I think I did pretty well! As always, enjoy!! And comments and reblogs are appreciated. P.S. lmk if y'all want me to do a part 2 where they tell their friends (Scott's reaction hee hee) - Claire ♡
After Stiles was released from the control of the Nogitsune, things seemed to go back to normal. Well, at least that’s what one would think from the outside.
The series of events had taken a severe toll on Stiles’s mental health, and even though he did a good job of hiding it, you were the one person who seemed to know what he needed.
It all started about a week after everything happened, it was the middle of the night and you were jolted awake by the sound of your phone buzzing by your head.
You were about to hit decline but then you saw it was Stiles and feelings of worry began to stir within you.
You quickly answered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you forced yourself awake.
"Stiles, is everything okay?"
"Yeah...well not really. I hate to ask, but do you think you could drive over to my house. I just really don't want to be alone right now." Stiles's voice was groggy, and laced with exhaustion. The fact alone that he was asking you this made you immediately agree.
You hopped out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas, slipped on your slippers, and you were on your way.
Your house wasn't far from Stiles's, about a five minute drive with no traffic.
You lived directly in the middle of him and Scott, being only a short distance from each. The close proximity was the main reason the three of you had stayed so close throughout your school years.
"Friends", that's all you and Stiles had ever been. Although, neither of you could deny the chemistry between the two of you, risking your friendship never seemed worth it.
It was on this night that all that would begin to change.
When you arrived at Stiles's house, he had left the door unlocked for you so you wouldn't have to fumble around with the spare key in the dark.
You found Stiles laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked lost in thought, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. It hurt seeing him look so drastically different from the Stiles you knew, and you wanted to do whatever you could to help.
You laid down next to him, your body facing his.
"Hey..." Stiles began, still staring at the ceiling.
"Stiles, what's going on? You know you can trust me with anything right?"
"Yeah...It's just a lot to put into words." Stiles's voice cracked, which told you that he was fighting tears.
You sat up and stiles copied the movement. You were now both facing each other, sitting legs crossed on his bed. You pushed aside the unspoken vow between the two of you and placed his hands in yours. Stiles's breath hitched, and you could tell he was avoiding eye contact with you.
"Take all the time you need, I'll listen to every word." you said softly.
"I know everyone thinks I'm doing okay, but I can't even function. I can't sleep without having nightmares. I can't eat or do anything without remembering all the awful stuff he made me do. I didn't know who else to tell except you. Scott has his own set of issues, and you're the only person I trust like this."
Stiles began to ramble, and your heart broke as he did. How had you not noticed earlier? Yes, it had only been a week, but you knew Stiles better than anyone. You felt like an awful best friend.
"I'm so tired, I just want to feel normal again." He could no longer hold back the tears, the dam broke and Stiles became a sobbing mess.
You pulled him into your arms with no hesitation, which only made Stiles want to cry.
"No, no I'm going to get your clothes all wet." Stiles protested trying to pull away, but you wouldn't let him.
"A few tears never hurt anyone." You said.
At that Stiles let himself fall into you, his body going limp with exhaustion. You tried not to cry along with him, wiping your burning eyes to prevent the tears.
"It'll be okay." You whispered as Stiles's sobs turned into sniffles. He finally looked up, his cheeks wet from the tears that had escaped his puffy eyes.
You did the only thing you could think of and gave him two kisses, one peck on each cheek. Stiles lips turned up in a small smile, his cheeks still turning red despite his current state.
"I think the first thing we need to do is get you to bed." You smiled, pushing Stiles's messy hair back.
He looks at you and nods without moving from your arms. You lean back on his bed, pulling him with you. You positioned yourself to where Stiles was resting on top of your body, his head pressed to your chest. You kept your arms wrapped around him, squeezing his body in an attempt to comfort him.
As you were settling down you heard Stiles whisper your name softly.
"Yeah?"
"Promise you'll wake me up if I'm having a nightmare?"
"I promise." You replied as you reached down and laced your fingers with his.
Stiles gave you a half-hearted smile in response, his puffy eyes glazed over from fatigue.
"Thank you." Stiles murmured, fighting sleep.
"Shhh." Was your only response as you traced your fingers along his back.
"I love you." It was an incoherent whisper, so much that you couldn't be sure of his words. But something told you you had heard correctly.
By the time you went to reciprocate the statement, the room was filled with Stiles's muffled snores.
You sighed and proceeded to fall asleep yourself.
Stiles slept through the night for the first time in weeks.
After that the trajectory of your relationship began to shift.
From holding Stiles's hand to remind him that everything was okay when you were with your friends, to staying up all night listening to him talk.
You rarely got to sleep at home anymore, but you didn't mind. You weren't far if you needed something, and it helped Stiles get a good night's sleep. Yet he would still apologize every time. "I'm sorry to bother you again.", "I promise this is the last time.", when in reality you were definitely okay with an excuse to spend more time with him.
You had become his anchor to reality, and Stiles could feel things beginning to look up with every day that passed.
Your friends picked up on it too.
"So, are you and Stiles together, or..." Lydia and Allison asked when they managed to corner you at your locker one day. It was a question you didn't know how to answer. Eventually landing on, 'it's complicated.'
"What's going on with you and Stiles, I'm starting to feel like a third wheel when we're together." It was a joke, but there was certainly some truth behind it.
You laughed it off and changed the subject, but didn't forget the comment that night when you and Stiles laid in each other's arms drifting off to sleep.
Surprisingly, it wasn't you who finally brought it up, but Stiles.
It was a Friday night, and the two of you were at your house instead of his.
"Shit, I forgot clothes to change into." Stiles said as he fumbled through his backpack.
"It's all good, I have a spare pair of clothes in my drawer for you." You replied, pointing to the dresser.
Stiles smiled and laughed, holding eye contact with you for perhaps a moment too long.
"You take care of so much for me, sometimes I feel like you're my wife." It was a casual statement, but it put you at a loss for words.
You laughed awkwardly, failing to come up with a reply.
Stiles could very clearly read your emotions, he pushed the drawer shut and walked back over to sit next to you.
You tried to calm yourself, but your heart wouldn't stop beating at what felt like an unhealthy pace.
"You're my best friend..." Stiles began, taking your clammy hands in his.
"You've done so much for me in the past few weeks, just like a best friend should; but I can't help thinking that this feels like something more."
You felt as if the world stopped. You knew this conversation would come, but definitely not now. Your brain seemed to stop producing thoughts.
"Please tell me I'm not imagining all of this. I know this is a lot at once, but Y/N I love you." Stiles's voice shook from the overwhelming nerves.
"I love you too." You spoke for the first time in minutes, it felt amazing after you had heard it fall from his lips that first night you spent together.
Stiles's eyes gazed into yours, and suddenly the feeling of just your hands touching wasn't enough.
You reached over and grabbed Stiles face, finally closing the gap between the two of you.
You pulled Stiles down as you did, his body landing on top of you sinking into the kiss.
You tugged on his hair lightly, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. Stiles fell deeper into the kiss, locking your hands together and pressing your body further into the soft mattress.
After a few minutes of pure bliss you broke apart. The air that filled your lungs was both a blessing and a curse. You needed to breathe, but the absence of his touch only made you want him more.
Stiles hovered over you, the sound of his heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear over your own beating heart.
"So I take it you're not just my best friend anymore?" Stiles giggled, pressing his forehead gently against yours.
"Nope."
You gave a sly smile before pulling Stiles down by his shirt and connecting your lips once more.
#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfiction#teen wolf fandom#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinski x reader#stiles stilinksi fanfiction#stiles stilinksi imagine#teen wolf fic#teen wolf stiles#scott mccall#stiles stilinski imagine#stiles stilinski x you#stiles stilinski fanfiction#stiles stilinski smut#teen wolf fluff#stiles stilinski fluff#stiles stilinski fic#dylan o'brien#dylan o’brien x reader#allison argent#lydia martin#stiles x oc#teen wolf imagine
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Lydia: What are you doing?
Beetlejuice: (pink all over, making heart eyes @ you) They’re pretty.
Lydia: … And you’re ugly. Now let’s get to work.
#beetlejuice the musical#musicaljuice#beetlejuice x reader#beetlejuice x you#beetlejuice x y/n#musical beetlejuice x reader#musical beetlejuice#beetlejuice broadway#beetlejuice#lydia deetz#my stuff#alex brightman
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Good fucking morning beetlebabes nation
#beetlebabes#beetlejuice x lydia#winona ryder how i love you#a queen that discerns fiction from reality#like most of us lol#anyway#big fucking win
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Betelgeuse: Gee, babes. I don't know how to tell yah this, but, you're in love with me.
Lydia: What?
Lydia: ...
Lydia: Oh, my god, I am.
Astrid: What kind of confession did I just witness?
#beetlejuice#beetlejuice 3 plot this is it#beetlejuice beetlejuice#betelgeuse#lydia deetz#beetlebabes#beetlejuice & lydia#beetlelyds#beetlejuice x lydia#astrid deetz#deetz family#incorrect quotes#weird ass confession but we'll take it#we could've told you that lydia#but congrats!
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Lydia: *sneaking into the house at 3 a.m. after a date with Beetlejuice* Delia, turning around in a swivel chair: and just where have you been? Lydia: uh... with Astrid? Astrid, in a second swivel chair: try again.
#truthfully i think that at least delia would be cool with it#or at least she wouldn't really care ig#she'd be like 'you're an adult and even though he's gross he treats you better than rory did'#that's not to say she's inviting him to any family functions anytime soon though#i think astrid would make more of an objection#she's more protective of lydia than delia is#beetlejuice#beetlejuice beetlejuice#beetlejuice x lydia#beetlebabes
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Do I need to explain
#gravity falls#bill x ford#bill cipher#ford pines#i simp#i know yall are out there#self interest#the book of bill#i simp for this man#musical beetlejuice#beetlejuice is hot#cartoon beetlejuice#beetlejuice x reader#lydia f you don’t want beetlejuice i’ll have him#cute#tagging the community because if you self ship in this fandom please interact#mr puzzles is tumbler sexy man#mr puzzles#fizzarozzie#out here fighting for my life against these two freaks of nature#fizzarolli#hellvaboss#I simp a lot#meta knight#kirby poyo#kirby right back at ya#tadc meme#Tadc Jax#hazbin hotel adam#Adam is hot
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!!!!!
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(Clip starts at 3:10)
#happy beetlejuice beetlejuice release week everyone!!!#I have been losing my mind over this part of the interview/podcast for at least two hours and counting#THEM ENDING UP TOGETHER WAS HER BIG PITCH TO TIM#WHAT?!#winona is so real for this honestly#also I really like this interview/podcast in general#go listen/watch it when you have the chance#original side note: george and martha were characters from a series of childrens books -#- they were best friends and even though they bickered alot they always made up in the end#I don't know if that is the george and martha she referenced but if it was 👀#side note 2.0: george and martha are also characters from the film Who's Afraid of Virgina Wolfe?#thank you to angelsthriveforever for pointing that out!#check out the notes for more of their commentary#ok i will stop yapping now#beetlejuice#beetlejuice beetlejuice#beetlejuice sequel#beetlejuice 2#beetlejuice spoilers#potential spoliers#winona ryder#interview#podcast#lydia deetz#beetlebabes#beetlejuice x lydia#lydia x beetlejuice#beetlelyds
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Long distance relationships can be difficult.
Especially when one of you is dead, and the other's ignoring you for 30 years.
But Lydia and I... we have a definite psychic connection.
Side Note: I'm pretty sure this is the only time Beetlebub refers to Lydia by her name?? (aside from BJ1 when he says it in Lydia's voice)
idk there's smth about him saying her name out loud that makes me feel things (థ౪థᴖ)
#ITS THE NAME THE NAAAAAAME IDK WHAT IT IS#it's also hilarious that the first bit of dialogue he has in this movie is already like BOB LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT LYDIA#THE LOVE OF MY LIFE SHE'S IGNORED ME FOR 3 DECADES BUT WE HAVE THIS PSYCHIC CONNECTION OK#BOB U UNDERSTAND#beetlejuice#betelgeuse#beetlejuice gifs#muh gifs#beetlejuice beetlejuice#beetlejuice 2024#beetlejuice 2#beetlejuice sequal#beetlejuice spoilers#keatonjuice#michael keaton#beetlebabe#beetlebabes#beetlelyds#lydia x beetlejuice#beetlejuice x lydia#beej x lyds#betelgeuse x lydia
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With Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, Tim Burton looks like he might be aiming to do the funniest thing that’s ever happened in one of his movies. I’m extremely here for it. Like, honestly, let the antagonist and the protagonist fall in love (with or without meaning to) while working together to save somebody else. Thirty-six years and multiple franchise iterations have determined we love them because they’re both freaks; what have you even got to lose?
#beetlejuice#beetlejuice 2#beetlejuice beetlejuice#i can’t even call this a spoiler because it’s me speculating based on like 2 trailers and some TV spots#beetlebabes#beetlejuice x lydia#listen to me if it’s gonna go canon in any iteration this is where you take the shot for maximum hilarity and maybe even delight
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hey i had a wild and crazy idea, just bear with me here bro, but maybe if you're beetlebabes dni you should try not going in the tags constantly to announce that to everyone who is the exact thing you're trying not to interact with. idk just a thought! like consider that we all know you exist, no one who has shipped beetlebabes for any amount of time is unaware that there are people who find the pairing and the people who ship it disgusting. i know that this new film must have all of yall huffing massive amounts of copium to deal with it all, but you could also just, yknow, not interact with it at all. not talk about it. stay in the lane of things you actually like instead of treading on other people's fun bc your disgust with it makes you feel entitled to try to shut it down. just put it in your bio if you feel that strongly about it and move on with your life maybe? choose happiness instead of bitterness? focus on improving yourself and your life instead of trying to play fandom cop every day? just thoughts, do with them what you will!
#beetlebabes#beetlejuice x lydia#once again antis go wandering into the exact places they claim to hate#yelling at everyone to 'dni' despite literally being in the middle of the function#like what do yall think is going to happen??#if you don't like it go away???#im just so tired of these people lmao it's been like 10 years of this now#every day im blocking some new anti that's made their way into the tags yelling DNI DNI#this new movie has them FUCKEd up but that's not OUR problem ok lmao#tbh tho ive always found it kind of hilarious that people are that opiniated about it in the first place#it doesn't even really rank up there with the most problematic ships
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Beautiful Dreamer - P x Reader
Notes: This is a bit of a shorter fic from me and it's pure unadulterated fluff and sap and nobody gets stabbed! Which is really stretching myself as a writer, to be honest. You guys know I love nothing more than a good life-threatening injury. Anyways, no warnings for this one! Enjoy the cozy vibes <3
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It seemed somewhat magical in the beginning.
Pino came running to you once, at the very break of dawn when you had just barely opened your eyes; too-bright sunlight stinging them as the puppet shook you from sleep. It was difficult for you to grasp what he meant, at first, to wrap your head around what he was trying to describe. His speechless manner of communication and your general grogginess certainly didn’t help matters. But through a series of signs and expressions from Pinocchio, you came to understand. In his slow but sure gaining of humanity the boy had begun to dream at night.
You were vaguely aware that he did not dream before, and didn’t exactly sleep in the way humans did (although he did something similar enough that you personally couldn’t tell the difference).
“Is it… pleasant?” You asked him, genuinely quite curious as to what a strange thing dreams must seem to someone who had never known them. It had the potential to be wondrous and peaceful, but at the same overwhelming and utterly confusing. P seemed to take your question into careful consideration, really mulling it over. His eyes shone bright as he finally nodded decisively.
For all his excitement over this newfound ability, Pinocchio was frankly dreadful in his attempts at describing his dreams to you. You tried earnestly to follow along, but his gestures and expressions would eventually become too complicated and frenetic for you to follow and so you found yourself utterly lost in his recollections. It was after one such frustrating night that you gifted him a pocket journal to write in. This was much preferred for both of you, and you came to enjoy the routine of him eagerly handing off his scribblings for you to interpret in the morning. You would sit elbow to elbow at the table, sipping morning tea and reading his writing aloud, while he listened and nodded along captivated, his chin resting over his hands on the table.
His writing was uncharacteristically scratchy, with words often misspelled or crossed out implying that he was simply transcribing for speed and not coherence. Now and then there would be an addition of a crude drawing, sometimes the vague outline of a rabbit or a rushed impression of beaming stars.
One day, when it was particularly gloomy, you and Pino wandered to the library. Silence between the two of you was not uncommon, nor was it in any way awkward or uncomfortable. With the heavy fall of rain against the roof on this day, you found the quiet between the shelves especially peaceful. By the orange glow of a lantern, you turned the pages of a dream-interpretation guide. It was a small and somewhat battered thing and had been picked up eagerly by Pinocchio of course, who sat on the floor with crossed legs, chin resting in the heels of his hands as he listened to you, enthralled. In hushed tones, you ran down bulleted lists of common dreams and all the cryptic mysteries they may contain.
“Here, how about this one, have you ever dreamed that your teeth were falling out?” You asked, pointing to a passage in the book. P slapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head vigorously, looking suddenly very concerned with keeping said teeth firmly in his mouth. You couldn’t help chucking as you turned the page.
The day wore on, and the oil in your lantern burned down to nothing, the dim light flickering across an eerie illustration. You’d been leafing through an art book of the romantic era painters and left off on a Fuseli painting of a tormented woman being peered upon unknowingly by some manner of devil. You found the page quite off putting honestly, and closed the book.
“I figure that’s enough of that. What do you say, Pino-oh.”
As you addressed your puppet companion in the dark, you came to see that he sat on the floor still, slumped against the foot of your chair. His cheek was sunk into his left shoulder, eyes shut, breathing soft and shallow. The serenity of the scene warmed your heart some, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Pino…” you whispered, and ran a hand through his hair in an effort to wake him. But he didn’t stir, seemingly in a deep sleep. You were sorry for the uncomfortable condition he seemed to be posed in, but you didn’t want to disturb the poor puppet. You gathered your things and left quietly, shuffling off to your quarters.
It was around midnight that the puppet woke with a panicked gasp. He was surprised to find his legion arm held up defensively, as if in anticipation of an invisible attack. His eyes searched his surroundings frantically, and only when he recognized the library did he hesitantly lower his arm. In the darkness he felt quite uneasy and disoriented. He tried to recall your soothing hushed voice. It had put him into quite a state it seemed before he eventually drifted off. It was in stark contrast to the current thrumming of his mechanical heart and the uncomfortable quickness of his breaths. He had dreamed something wholly unpleasant, and with some sadness realized this new facet of humanity came with drawbacks. He did not care much for these dreams at all.
Pinocchio made his way down the corridor to your quarters, his steps echoing eerily. He threw pointed glances over his shoulder frequently, half expecting some monstrous creature to appear suddenly in the halls of Hotel Krat. The simple casting of shadows had never before made him so on-edge. When he reached your room, he opened the door slowly and peered inside. You lay there in the dark beneath silk sheets, curled in on yourself and sleeping soundly. With great care not to startle you, he knelt by your bedside and nudged you in the back. Your head flinched momentarily, but you otherwise remained still. With some urgency he took your shoulder and shook until you stirred. Rubbing your eyes wearily, you rolled over to face him.
“Pino, it’s ah…it’s late isn’t it? Can’t it wait til morning..?” You grumbled. He shook his head almost apologetically and squeezed your shoulder. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you were able to make out unfamiliar anxious creases in his expression. You willed yourself into a greater awareness and sat up promptly. “What is it, what’s wrong?” You asked, your tone softening significantly. P gestured in the direction of the library and rummaged around in his pocket for a moment. He retrieved the pocket journal you’d given him and pointed several times at the most recent entry. You squinted. On the left page he had simply blacked out the entire thing with a pen, and on the right page the phrase “strung up” was written several frantic times with increasing disregard for legibility.
When you looked up at him to clarify, he raised his hands limp above his head and dropped his chin to his chest. The image was admittedly shuddersome and he cast a long and spindly shadow across the wall.
“I see.” You said, closing the journal. “You had a nightmare, hm? All strung up like an ordinary puppet.” Your heart fell for the poor boy. It must’ve been terribly frightening for him.
Pinocchio nodded solemnly, not meeting your eyes. He stared off blankly and rubbed his wrists, as if easing a phantom feeling of restraints. You took note of this and hummed softly.
“Here, may I see?” You asked, and pulled his arm towards you. You made a show of inspecting it and tapping your chin thoughtfully. Holding his arm with one hand, you stuck up two fingers like a pair of scissors and pretended to snip the invisible puppet string. You repeated this mimic on his other arm and then took his hands in yours, placing a kiss on the back of each.
“All gone.”
Pinocchio looked at you with a kind of boyish wonder. He raised one fist to the crown of his head with a smile, making a pshhh sound and opening his hand, giving the impression of a miniature explosion.
“Think you’ll be alright for the rest of the night?”
At this he shifted a little. His fingers busied themselves, twisting in the bedsheets. He was obviously still shaken up somewhat. You could understand that, although it was a bit of a surprise to learn that someone so nearly indestructible could be afraid of the dark.
“Alright,” you sighed, lifting the sheets. “Get in here.”
P’s chin jutted forward and his brow furrowed at your offer. You just gestured to the space beside you with your head. “Go on, before I change my mind.” You teased. At this, Pinocchio clambered up into your bed and nuzzled his face into the pillow. As he got settled. You pulled the sheet over his shoulders and snaked your arm up around him from behind. Your nose pressed against the nape of his neck and you breathed in the smell of him, like fresh rain.
“Have no fear, my puppet.” You said sleepily against his skin. “Your trusty human won’t let anything steal you away from me in the night.” You heard him snicker at this, but you knew without a doubt he felt safer here with you and vice versa. It was sweet, really.
By the time the sun rose you were both still sound asleep, all tangled in each other’s limbs, looking like lovers in the warm morning light. The day could wait a little longer.
#originally this fic was called sing me to sleep bc I was listening to the suckerpunch soundtrack version of Asleep on loop#so if you want the full experience queue that song up while you read#lydia dropping art history refs like a fucking nerd#extremely soft pino#lies of p#lies of p fanfic#lop#lies of p x reader#pinocchio x reader#lies of p fanart#fluff#my writing
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