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Betelgeuse and marriage theory

A Beetlejuice head-canon/theory I have (It's somewhat "Beauty & The Beast" coded 🌹🥀).

Having died poisoned on his wedding night, Betelgeuse's soul is bound by the ritual of marriage.

We already know he will be able to reenter the mortal world if he marries a living person (due to the rules of the afterlife and whatnot), but here's where my head-canon starts:

Bound to the ritual of marriage, if he marries someone he loves, who truly love him back, dead or alive, his soul will be freed and he will be able to pass on to the great beyond next to his beloved (once his beloved passes away as well, assuming she happens to be currently alive *hint hint*). This person has to wear Delores' ring and accept and love Betelgeuse as is. She has to fall in love with his soul. Only loving him truly, wearing the ring, and sealing the deal with a kiss will release him, and that way, in the end, both his soul and his beloved's (it has got to be Lydia, please) can move on peacefully into the great beyond and exist without curses or attachments.

Totally a fantasy in my head because there's no way something like this would happen in canon much to the sadness of my little heart lol, but I thought I'd share it with you all. And who knows, maybe if there's a third movie they will explore what it is about Betelgeuse's character that is so attached to the concept of marriage. Because, listen, maybe the ritual where a ghost marries a living person and can materialize in the living world is something that is bound to the rules of the afterlife, and detailed in the Manual for the Recently Deceased, but the symbols and ritual of marriage is something intrinsic to the character of Betelgeuse itself.

He died on his wedding night, for starters. He was tricked by Delores and fell for her immediately. One could argue he fell quickly because she is so gorgeous and no doubt manipulated him into believing she loved him, and that's definitely part of it, but also, (and I have no doubt about this one), he believed her and fell for her immediately because Betelgeuse wants to be loved. He's a romantic underneath it all, and he wants to love and be loved. He might have been desiring it for a long time, failing to find love throughout his life until he met Delores.

He may exude self-confidence (maybe even to a delulu extent lol) and present himself in this very raunchy way, but inside, I'm sure he desires a genuine love; he wants to love someone and be loved truly. And he died, murdered by his bride on the night of his wedding. Betelgeuse was murdered on the night that should have been the happiest of his life, and his desire for love and a wedding stayed with him beyond the grave, now stained with blood and betrayal and a curse that can only be broken, in my head-canon/theory, by marrying someone who truly loves him, whom he truly loves.

Marriage is definitely a very important theme in Beetlejuice, so it'd be interesting if there's something more underneath it, which could be explored in the next movie if we are so lucky to get it.

[sweetteachai]

How it started/How it's going 😅

Happy Valentine's Day from the Maitlands! 💚

Very glad my friends indulged me with taking the second photo. I have solo versions from lvlup, but everything is better with a buddy

Adam is @steamninja

📸 @tunainabag and @essegigi (who also edited these and was funnily enough dressed as Beej when taking the second photo)

[bugdrinkx3]

Sweet Dreams, Little One

beetlands agere fic, musicalverse, a while post-canon

tws for flashbacks to/descriptions of child abuse (physical and emotional), mention of throwing up

:3 here ya go gang

Barbara cuddled up next to him, gently petting his hair. The demon hummed in contentment, snuggling even closer.

“Mm, cuddly tonight aren’t we, big guy?” she asked teasingly. He huffed and turned over so he didn’t have to look in her face even as he stayed close. 

“That’s what we love about him, though, isn’t it?” Adam said with a little boop to his nose.

Love… him?

Beetlejuice paused to process what they were saying. He was sure he’d heard wrong. Love him? No, that couldn’t be right.

He snuggled in closer to Barbara, trying to voice his fears, but all that came out were whines.

“What’s wrong, bug? You gotta use your words.”

He was trying to use his words, he swears, but then Barbara called him bug and it was so small and he was so small and then-

Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh shit.

He knew what this was and it was not good.

He tried to mumble some excuse about needing to go but all that came out were babbles and fuck he was screwed.

“Bug? You alright?”

Adam combed a hand through his hair and Beetlejuice remembered the last time this happened.

“You’re not seriously acting like you can’t talk. Get over yourself. And what have I told you about the hair?” Juno growled at him and fiercely put her cigarette out on his arm. It burned and he whined in pain, which only made her angrier. “You’re a fucking demon, halfwit! This shouldn’t hurt!”

He balled his hands into fists, claws cutting deeply into his palm as he tried to stave off the tears.

“What did I tell you about the fucking hair, Lawrence?”

At this, she grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled it out so he could see the shade of pastel purple. He thought he was going to throw up. If he had a stomach or a gag reflex, he probably would’ve.

Beetlejuice teleported himself away, arms covering his hair as best they could as he whimpered. He summoned a third arm so that he could also suck his thumb at the same time. Except that teleporting away didn’t get him very far, so he just shuffled into the corner and tried to make himself as small as possible. His hair was probably that same ugly pastel purple again. He hated it. One hand went up to try to pull it out and check and yep, just like he’d guessed.

A large figure towered over him and he yelped, trying to make himself even smaller. 

“It’s okay,” the figure said. Her voice was soft and sounded nothing like Ma’s. He blinked at her, clearing the tears from his eyes. She sat down a little bit away from him, but still close enough he could reach out and touch her.

“I’m not going to hurt you, bug. Do you know my name?”

He hated talking because he was no good at it and Ma always got mad at him, but he tried anyway. “Baba-Bababa- Barbaba-“

She smiled. “Yep! Barbara.” 

She reached out a hand and Beetlejuice flinched backward.

“You no-good shitstack! I shoulda fed you to a sandworm when I got the chance! Your father had the right idea, getting out of here.”

Ma stared at him with harsh eyes and he shrunk in on himself. She brought a hand up and slapped it across his face, claws scratching as she did so.

“Straighten up. Be more confident. You might be a failure of a son but I’ll make an assistant out of you yet.”

Barbara put her hand down and smiled at him. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Do you know what’s happening?”

Beetlejuice put his head in his arms to hide the tears and he shook his head.

“It’s bad,” he said. Or, tried to say. What actually came out was closer to babbles and whining and something that maybe conveyed the concept of I’m a failure and you’re gonna hate me and I know this is a thing that happens but I don’t know what it is other than bad and it makes Ma hate me and hurt me. 

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry, It’s okay, whatever you’re scared of isn’t here.”

He shuddered and looked up, eyes red and puffy.

“C’mere, bug. You want a hug?”

He stared at her for several moments, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for her to turn on him. When she didn’t, he ran to her and snuggled up in her lap. One hand hugged him tight while the other hand combed through his hair gently. He closed his eyes and hummed contentedly around his thumb.

The man- Adam- came over and cupped Beetlejuice’s face.

“You’re safe here, kiddo. You’re safe with us. We’ve got you.”

His voice was soft, like Barbara’s, and he gently wiped Beetlejuice’s tears away with his thumbs. Barbara shifted, turning toward Adam.

“Kiddo?” she asked him.

Beetlejuice felt a jolt of fear and ran, hiding himself under the bed. They would find him out and hurt him and they would hate him and they-

He heard the sound of a rattle shaking gently. 

“You don’t have to come out, but I have some stuff for when… for when we were gonna have a kid. You’re free to play with it. And, if you want, we can watch cartoons together.”

The demon poked his head out from under the bed. Seeing the rattle left close and Adam and Barbara a good distance, he reached out and grabbed it before going back to hiding. He chewed on the rattle instead of his thumb. 

When he poked his head out a second time, he noticed that Barbara was humming something. She seemed mostly not scary, so he made the decision to scuttle out from under the bed and run up to her, curling into her lap. She laughed but kept humming, Beetlejuice liking the vibration of breath in her chest and gnawing on his fingers.

“Hands don’t go in mouth, little one,” Adam said, gently extracting his hand and holding it instead. He whined and Adam chuckled, a warm smile on his face. 

“I’ll go get you something to eat. How about you pick a show with Barb?”

He cried as Adam left, but the ghost just tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”

He kept crying even as Barbara flipped through DVDs and tried to prompt him into picking one, but Adam was back up soon with a squeezable applesauce and a yogurt tube. Barbara passed the little demon onto her husband and put on a kids’ show about a friendly ghost. Adam took Beetlejuice with careful, practiced hands and gave him the opened bag of applesauce. The little monster seemed to get applesauce everywhere except in his mouth, so Adam set him in his lap and helped hold the bag. He mumbled something about baby food, but Beetlejuice was too distracted to figure out what he was saying. He cuddled up in Adam’s lap and soon fell asleep to the rhythm of Adam’s hands in his hair.

“Guess we should put him to bed, huh?” Barbara said.

“Mm… in a minute,” Adam murmured, eyes fixated on the demon.

—

Beetlejuice awoke in the middle of Adam and Barbara. Fog clearing from his mind, he realized what happened last night and started to furiously apologize when Barbara held his head in her hands. 

“We love you, bug. Every part of you.”

Watching his hair turn pink, Barbara kissed him gently and then put her forehead against his. “All of you.”

He turned to Adam, tears in his eyes. “Really?”

Adam held him close and kissed him on each cheek. “Really.”

[afewnovelideas]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Robin (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Beetlejuice (1988), Detective Comics (Comics), DCU, Batman - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martha Wayne/Thomas Wayne, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred Pennyworth & Martha Wayne & Thomas Wayne Characters: Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Crossover, Crack Crossover, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Alternate Universe - Beetlejuice (1988) Fusion, Beetlejuice References, Batfamily Bonding (DCU), Weird Plot Shit, Not Beta Read, Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Ghosts, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Grandparents & Grandchildren, Neitherworld (Beetlejuice), Martha Wayne and Thomas Wayne Live, Meet the Family, Family Feels, Family Bonding, Good Grandparent Alfred Pennyworth, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily-centric (DCU), Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Wayne Family (DCU), Wayne Family Drama (DCU), Martha and Thomas Wayne - Freeform, Dead Martha Wayne and Thomas Wayne, it's complicated - Freeform Summary:

Thomas and Martha Wayne died in Crime Alley... but then they walked through the front doors of Wayne Manor over thirty years later? No one is quite sure what the heck is going on, but perhaps a grandchild (or several) can help them?

[ghostprincessworld]

Why am i writing fanficton about john maitland??? I need to be restrained.

[itsawritblr]

Me when readers expect writers to provide "trigger warnings."

[musical-shit-show]

isn't it delicate?

Pairing: Musical!Beetlejuice x Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #1 (“did…did you just kiss me?”) and #2 (“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”) from Prompt List 2, requested by @animetattoochick

Warnings: cursing, sexual innuendo, fluff

Word Count: 2,701

Author’s Note: Thank you for your patience on this one! I really haven’t been feeling very inspired lately, but I’m so glad I was able to finish this request. I have one more in my inbox currently but after that I think I may be able to get a couple other one shots out before the end of the year. I always love this time of year and I tend to feel more inspired around the holidays, so hopefully I’ll have the time to write more! As always check out my Masterlist, About Me page, or Prompt Lists if you’d like to submit an ask! Happy reading :)

“So…any men in your life I should know about while you’re up there?”

“Mom! That’s…no. Not…really, no.”

“Well, alright. That wasn’t very convincing, but I’ll take it,” your mother mused over the phone, only slightly teasing, “Just, tell me: are those people being good hosts? What were their names again—?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. Your mom was always the forgetful type, “Charles and Delia. And their daughter, Lydia. She’s about sixteen, I think? Cute kid.”

You didn’t feel like you should mention the fact that your new teenage counterpart only wore black and was incredibly morbid, or that two ghosts occupied the attic, or that you were frequently plagued by a literal demon.

If you told your mom any of that, odds were that she’d drop dead from shock.

Ever since you started renting out the Deetz’ third bedroom in their Connecticut home, you tried to keep the details to a minimum when talking to your family. All they knew was that you had moved hundreds of miles away for your dream job, which was true; what they didn’t need to know what that you practically lived in a haunted house.

For the first few weeks you lived there, everything was relatively normal. Delia and Charles were in the city most days, and when you got home from work, Lydia was usually at the kitchen table doing her homework or in the attic. One day, you were headed to your room when you heard concerned whispers coming from the other side of the attic door.

“I just don’t know if now is the right time to tell her, you know?” you heard an older male’s voice say, his tone clearly distressed. You couldn’t help but wonder who Lydia was talking to given that Charles had been gone for a few days.

“Adam, it’s been weeks!” Lydia shot back, “Besides, I’m worried if we wait too long, you know who might show up and scare her away. You know how he gets.”

“She does have a point, hon,” this time, a sweeter woman’s voice spoke, “Besides, I think she’ll take it well. She gets along with Lydia just fine, doesn’t she?”

“Of course! If I just explain—”

“Okay, okay,” the voice now identified as Adam cut in, “I was getting a little sick of hiding up in the attic again.”

You heard the old door creaking open and bolted to your room, shutting your own door as quietly as you could. You stood at the foot of your bed, utterly confused.

Who were those people?

When did they manage to sneak into the attic?

And why the fuck was Lydia keeping some huge secret from you?

You thought you had a good rapport with her, given that you were several years her senior and were getting along with her alright. You maybe even could see yourself taking on an older sibling role, especially since she didn’t have any of her own and few friends at school.

Plus, you could tell she had a hard time opening up. As your mind slowed, you realized she would only come to you when she was ready. Whatever weird shit was going on would become your business when she finally told you.

It didn’t take long after your adventure in snooping.

A few days later, you heard a soft knock on your door and Lydia’s small frame peaked through the door. “Come on in,” you smiled, closing your laptop, “I was just checking out dinner options, how does pizza sound?”

“Oh, um, yeah,” she replied, uncharacteristically timid, “Pizza sounds great.” An awkward silence filled the air as she sat down on the edge of the bed, the buckles on her black chunky boots jangling slightly, “So…I have to tell you something.”

“I figured.”

“It’s just…I don’t want to freak you out or anything,” she began gingerly, “I haven’t told anyone about this, but since I like you and you’re living here, I thought it’s only fair—”

She was very sweet for beating around the bush, but you couldn’t keep it in anymore, “Is this about your two friends you’ve been sneaking in? Because honestly, Lydia, it’s completely fine if you have people over, you’re not bothering me—”

“What, no, I—” Lydia stared at your incredulously, “How did you—?”

“I heard you all talking the other day,” you confessed, finding her teenage antics a little endearing, “You aren’t exactly the quietest bunch, but like I said, I don’t mind.”

Lydia shook her head, not wanting anything about her situation to be misconstrued, “No, you don’t understand. Adam and Barbara, they aren’t friends from school or anything like that. They live here.”

You blink stupidly.

“Or, I guess lived here.”

You grew even more confused.

“I’m not sure I understand,” you said, a small laugh escaping your lips.

“They’re dead,” Lydia finally stated, unsure how to make herself any clearer, “Ghosts. They died here before me, my dad and Delia moved in. And…since you’ve been here, they’ve been staying in the attic.”

You laughed involuntarily. You couldn’t help it.

Surely this teenager was fucking with you.

But as silence once again permeated the room, Lydia stared at you earnestly, not breaking into a mischievous smile or shouting a good “gotcha!”.

“Oh,” you muttered, “Oh, you’re serious.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Cool. Ghosts are real. I can handle that.”

“Yeah, you seem really calm right now. It’s kinda freaking me out.”

“I’m good,” you reassured her. Or maybe you were just reassuring yourself? “I am. Just…processing.”

The existence of ghosts didn’t surprise you that much, but you were obviously way off when it came to Lydia’s secret. In your defense, you were busy with the move and your job and everything else, how could you notice anything strange going on?

“There’s something else too,” Lydia said quietly, swinging her chunky black boots off the bed and landing on the floor with a thud, “Or, I guess, someone. His name is, well, I usually call him Beej. He’s like a super chaotic ghost or demon, I’m not really sure. It’s a long story…”

She shifted on the bed again. “Anyways, I met him pretty quickly after we moved here, and, well, he’s kind of…a lot. And he left for a bit, but he and I are actually friends. Real friends, not like before. Like I said, long story, but I just wanted to tell you in case he shows up here and—”

Before Lydia could finish, a flash of green light illuminated the room, and the figure that appeared before you was the strangest man you had ever seen.

He donned a hideous black and white striped suit that appeared to be falling apart at the seams, and his hair was a violent shade of green that actually made you wince. His skin was sickly pale, and the tattered overcoat he wore to round out the ensemble shed dust and dirt particles with every movement.

“Lyds!” he shouted, his voice grating and coarse, “My ears were burning; were you talking about me, oh best friend of mine?” He tousled the teen’s hair, much to her dismay. Before Lydia could answer, he turned his attention to you.

Eyeing you up and down, the man cocked his head to this side. You felt a light tingle on the back of your neck; why did you suddenly feel like you were being hunted?

“And who do we have here?” he purred, a Cheshire cat smile spreading across his face, “Babysitter?”

“I’m sixteen, asshole. I don’t need a babysitter,” Lydia chimed.

You told him your name, and considered extending your hand in formality. That idea quickly disintegrated when you saw how grimy his hands looked, fingers black at their tips in a clear indication of decay.

“I, uh, live in the guest bedroom,” you choked out, “And your name is…?”

“Wish I could tell, ya, babe,” he said with a chuckle, running his tongue across his slightly jagged teeth, “I like to say I’m the ghost with the most, but you can call me whatever you like—”

Lydia was quick to cut him off from the incessant attempts at flirting, and you learned his real name was Beetlejuice. He winced at the sound, and the more he and the younger girl told you about their escapades, the more enthralled you became.

Before you could fully process all the insane information the duo was throwing at you, Beetlejuice left, citing a bio-exorcism that needed attending to. You made a mental note to have Lydia explain that in greater detail later. With a *pop* and a puff of green smoke, he was gone.

But not for long.

Over the next few months, Beetlejuice’s visits became more and more frequent, much to the dismay of everyone else in the house, living and dead.

Except for you.

You found him utterly fascinating, despite his shocking outward appearance and often lascivious gaze. Yes, he was a dead guy, but he always made an effort to ask you about your life, even if it was followed up by a crude joke or bad pick-up line. When he wasn’t tormenting the other inhabitants of the Deetz residence, he was almost…sweet to you.

Of course, his sweetness was usually undercut with his sleazy tendencies; Though you knew he liked getting a rise out of you and you would often bicker with him on purpose. Even as you performed mundane tasks, you could tell he was leering at you, studying your every move.

You thought you were alone while on the phone with your mother, but Beetlejuice had become sneakier; this time he was listening outside your room, floating inches above the floor so his shadow couldn’t be seen under the doorframe.

“Anyways, no, there’s, uh, no guy,” you said sheepishly, your tone coming out more bitter than you intended. “You know I’d tell you, Ma.”

“I know, honey,” she said, her voice comforting you, “Just, try to make some friends, okay? We miss you and I don’t want you to be lonely.”

For some reason this made tears well up in your eyes. “I miss you too,” you choked, masking your sob with a cough, “And uh, I’ll try, don’t worry. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” There was a pause on the other end. Your mom knew you were crying, which made you want to cry even more.

“Okay,” she said, not wanting to upset you further. She knew you too well, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Your phone beeped and then returned to your home screen, and you let out a heavy sigh. A few tears dropped onto your jeans, the salt stinging your eyes.

“Who made you cry?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as Beetlejuice materialized next to you, a few strands of his hair sprouting red at the roots. You shook your head in dispute.

“No, it was just my mom—”

“Oh, typical mothers. They really are the worst sometimes. Y’know, did I ever tell you how my mom—”

“Beej!” you cut him off before he went on another one of his rants, “I know. I’m sure you’ve told me. But no, she didn’t make me cry.” You wiped a stray tear away from your face and sniffled, feeling pathetic. “I guess I’m just a bit homesick.”

His hair instantly reverted back to its original state of vibrant green as he sat down on the bed next to you. “Oh…right,” he said, twiddling his thumbs, “You breathers can get so…sensitive sometimes, huh?”

You laughed dryly. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” It didn’t take long at all for you to see that Beetlejuice was a big softy, even though he liked to tease and scare you on an almost daily basis.

You didn’t mind, not even a little bit. Because against your better judgement, you found yourself developing feelings for him. Weirdly strong feelings. And you weren’t sure what that meant with him, well, being dead and all.

That fact didn’t seem to matter when he took your hand in his, your warm palm contrasting with his almost frigid skin. You felt yourself shiver, and you weren’t sure if it was from the sudden temperature change or the physical contact.

“I’m uh, not really good with this shit,” he said indelicately, “But I like having you around. Usually, I spend all my time either in the Netherworld or scaring the life outta breathers but…I didn’t want to come back to this house that much until you showed up. So…thanks for that.”   

He ran his thumb across the back of your hand, the gesture making your insides churn.

“Plus, if you were gone, I’d lose my eye candy,” he added, making you instantly blush and let out a laugh, “Adam’s hot and all, but you might just have him beat—"

You couldn’t help it. You kissed him. Your eyes were still red from residual tears, and he was a demon, and you tasted the faintest earthy flavor on your lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about any of those facts.

It was a fairly chaste kiss, only lasting a few moments before you pulled away. Instantly Beetlejuice’s hair started sprouting a light pink color.

“Did…did you just kiss me?” he asked in disbelief. He was usually the one doing the kissing, or groping, or endless propositioning.

A sheepish laugh escaped your throat, your palms instantly moistening with nervous sweat. “Uh, yeah?” you croaked, “Is that alright?” Beetlejuice looked utterly dumbfounded.

“Alright?” he laughed. If he were still alive, his heart would’ve fluttered. “Babe, more than alright, I loved it! Shit, I’ve loved every second you’ve been in this boring ass house…because I love you.”

The realization came to the demon as soon as the words left his lips. He didn’t even register what he had said until you muttered, “you love me?”

Fuck.

‘Well,’ the demon thought, ‘no going back now’. He couldn’t detect whether you were pleased or creeped out by the sudden escalation, but decided to trudge forward through the emotionally honest deep end he had unwittingly dove into.

“Erm…” now it was his turn to be sheepish, “I didn’t mean to say that but yeah, I love you. Sorry to one up you, babe, but if you wanna go back to making out, you won’t get any complaints outta me.”

Even as he cracked jokes, he could feel his anxiety rising to his hair, which was slowly turning a sickly shade of yellow that mixed with the pink strands. He held his nonexistent breath as a wide grin spread across your face.

“Oh Beej, I love you too,” you said, finally able to put words to the ache you’ve felt for him for weeks, “Even though you’re a complete perv who shouldn’t have been spying on me in the first place.”

He scoffed at the accusation. “Look babe, let’s not forget who kissed who first,” he reminded, tracing his fingers along your arm. His hair was now a vibrant pink. “Though I wouldn’t mind going in for round two—”

“Round two of what, exactly?!” Lydia burst through the door, causing the two of you to jump away from each other on the bed. “Or do I even want to know.” The young girl looked disgusted at the thought.

“Jesus Christ, Lyds, ever heard of knockin’?!” Beetlejuice admonished. It was so big brother of him it almost made you burst out laughing.

“Yeah, I wonder where she got the spying from,” you deadpanned, your gaze flickered between the both of them before landing on Lydia, “We’ll meet you downstairs in a minute to talk, alright?”

She crossed her arms across her chest before stomping down the steps, yelling out a “No funny business!” for good measure, utterly embarrassing you and tickling Beetlejuice all at once.

You made a mental note to banish him the next time you talk to your mom; the fact that you were now dating a literal dead guy would not be a topic of discussion on the next phone call, and you didn’t need Beetlejuice butting in to introduce himself as her future son-in-law.

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[bjfinn]

MISINTERPRETED

[LYDIA is lying on her bed listening to "Every Breath You Take", when BARBARA enters.]

BARBARA

Oh, I love that song! It's so romantic!

LYDIA

What? You do know what it's about, don't you?

BARBARA

Yeah, of course! (faltering a bit) Uh ... what's it about?

LYDIA

It's about a stalker.

BARBARA (laughing uncertainly)

What? No, it's not!

LYDIA

Listen to the lyrics -- (sings) "Every breath you take/Every move you make/Every bond you break/Every step you take/I'll be watching you/Oh, can't you see/You belong to me" -- and so on.

BARBARA (shuddering in horror)

Oh, God!

[mysteroads]

Chapter 8: Epilogue

Summary: The shopping trip comes to an end, and several important conversations are had.

Excerpt:

The quiet came back, but only for a minute. It was Lydia's turn to ask the uncomfortable question, which she did with her usual bluntness. “Beej, what was the Broker talking about? The ways and doors, and that Lovecraftian title instead of a name?”

Beetlejuice sat up with a groan, looking at her with exasperation. “Couldn't just let that go, huh?”

“He also said that freaky things might be coming to earth, so no,” Lydia said, unrepentant.

Beetlejuice sighed, running both hands through his hair. “Okay, big fat exposition time. Sorry folks at home, info-dump incoming.” Addressing Lydia again, he said, “Look, I explained to you that the barrier between the Neitherworld and the Living World is kind of like an airport, right? Certain gates open for a short time, then close.” Barbara and Delia leaned in; this was all new to them. “Usually, it's related to the stars and other celestial shit like that. Yah know,” he deepened his voice, “When Venus is ascendant in the ninety-ninth house, the moon is a waning crescent, the ambient temperature is ninety-nine degrees, and a bear just shat in the woods, The Blob will come forth and devour Pennsylvania.” He flapped a hand at Delia, silencing her automatic protest of his butchering the fine art of astrology. “Stuff like that. Halloween used to be a really big day for the supernatural, same with the solstices and equinoxes, but that's slowed down a lot the last thousand years.” He frowned, shuffling his boots, then crossing his ankles. “It's really bad news if the barrier between here and Neitherworld is thinning. Plenty of Neitherworlders are nice enough, but there's also plenty who wouldn’t play nice with fragile humans. One of the reasons the Enlightenment Era came around was ‘cause monsters got put on the endangered list here on Earth. Which is cool, yay scientific method and indoor plumbing, but you mortal types aren’t equipped to handle fuckers like me anymore.” He sighed heavily, hair turning pale again. “As for The Lovecraftian name guy… Far as I know, Creator of the Doors Beyond is one of the ones who made the barrier in the first place. Hence the title.”

“And why did Broker warn you about him?” Lydia pressed.

Beetlejuice didn't answer for a long moment, then said, “‘Cause a guy like that might not care for a demon hopping the fence as often as we do. After Chuck and Adam get their suits and I send the fairy snob home, we may need to take a break from our little adventures for awhile, Babes.”

Lydia bit her lip, but nodded. “That's okay, Beej. I don't really want to attract attention from things scarier than the freaking King in Yellow.”

Barbara and Delia exchanged relieved glances behind the two ‘kids.’ Every responsible adult in the house worried about what Beetlejuice and Lydia got up to in the Neitherworld, and meeting the Broker had just broken their worry dial. They would not be upset at all that their ‘kids’ would be staying in the human world, even if it meant more pranks and becoming closely acquainted with the local police force. Better that then real, life and death dangers.

Beetlejuice relaxed slightly at Lydia’s ready acceptance, and a tiny smile snuck back onto his face. “I’ll make it up to you. We'll go to Vegas!”

“Beej,” Lydia said, patting his shoulder, “you don't have to ‘make up’ for wanting to avoid the wrath of an eldritch monstrosity.” She paused, then smiled in a way that made both Barbara and Delia's developing parent-radar start beeping frantically. “But we can take a trip later, if you want. Could be fun to see how many people in Vegas believe in ghosts.”

Beetlejuice’s eyes began to gleam. “Not a bad idea. Maybe we can visit other cities too. Compare and contrast.”

Lydia nodded. “For science.”

He nodded solemnly, then offered his hand for a fist bump. “For science!” When they fist bumped, there was an actual explosion noise that made the two adults startle, and set Lydia and Beetlejuice to cackling.   

[chiropteracupola]

spooky scary sleepover

[moth and compass is a collaboration with @natdrinkstea]

[rosiebeetle]

Here is a one shot request from @mossthegoblinart this one was SO fun to write! It's very cheesy but I think it needed to be.. Sorry it's Beetlejuice is a bit ooc I've never wrote him in the "I'm gonna bully them so they push ME away" way I've always wrote him in the "I NEED TO BE PERFECT FOR THEM SO THEY LIKE ME PLSPSLPSLSPSLSPLSPSKSJSJMDBD" way so it definitely was hard 😭😭 BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT!! It's a whopping 3k words and if u see any Grammer errors nuhuh.

It was weird. Being in an actual *home*. Growing up he didn't even have a home, just a broken, gross, dumpster of a trailer. Sometimes Dante's was a home yeah but a guy can only be thrown out of a place so much before they ban him.

It felt so *weird* to be sitting in this basement. One minute he's green card marrying a teenager and now he's sitting in the basement.. Newly dead.

After all the chaos of Juno and the heartfelt goodbyes they found out that since he was newly dead and died in the house he couldn't exactly leave. The door was being used back and forth so much that it had stopped working, he had no idea how long it would take for it to start back up again but he didn't really mind. The longer he stayed here the longer he could be with Scarecrow.. And the maitlands not that he actually liked them at all, they were losers just losers with pretty faces! And soft hands. And pretty singing voices.. And were kind to him.. Tried to be anyway. They even just sat and listened to him ramble about the guacamole thing.. BUT LOSERS NONETHELESS.

Everything was so weird. He felt like a wolf in a sea of white sheep. Even though the deetz were FAR from normal in breather standards he still felt out of place. He didn't belong here but he was there nonetheless, but if he would be stuck with his favorite breathers on this planet why not make it a little fun. Just because he had to stay with them doesn't mean he would be boring.

It started out with a few harmless pranks. Salt top being unscrewed, charles ties all getting cut into dick shapes, Delia's crystals magically having bites taken out of them, Adams model having a mini dantes on it. It got worse soon. It went from harmless to harmful real quickly.

“Charles honey I'm going to hop into the shower!” Delia walked to Charles and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “Alright- wait- we should check it first.. Just to be safe” he slowly got up from the bed and walked to the en suite bathroom. “That dreadful demon broke the water heater. Gave me a burn on my hand!” He huffed and checked the bathroom.

Delia sat on the counter as he searched the bathroom. He tested the water, searched in the soaps, looked inside the shower drain but nothing seemed odd. “Charles honey he wouldn't do anything horrible to me, I think we've been getting along lately!” Delia smiled. “I've been giving him small therapy sessions and I think we've really bonded, I'm trying to get him to calm down on the pranks.. “

Charles looked at Delia, too kind to tell her that the demon wouldn't care at all. “Alright.. Just be careful, after the stunt he pulled with the maitlands I don't put it past him to start targeting us again..”

A few days prior Beetlejuice had been targeting mainly the maitlands for weeks. They had been dealing with the pranks, laughing a long but recently Beetlejuice had pulled a prank that worked up barbara so much that even he was to scared to fuck with her again. Barbara did not mess around when it came to her garden. He had ruined weeks of hard work with his stupid bugs and snakes eating everything up and she was livid. Even after he had fixed everything she was still a bit salty towards him.

“Delia's in the shower” he snickered looking over at Lydia.

“She's not gonna care beej” Lydia rolled her eyes and continued to brush through Bubbles hair. Bubbles was a stray cat Lydia had found at school a few weeks back and the whole family adopted the pretty little lady. She was a calico with a bit of a wobble but she was perfect.

“Yeah yeah whatever” he blew a raspberry at her and waited. And waited.. And waited.. And waited. But there was nothing, no scream, no ‘BEETLEJUICE!!’ no nothing. An hour passed and he was getting bored. “Lyyydiiaaaaa “ he whined, laying upside down on the couch now.

“Told you she wouldn't care beej” she gently whacked him in the face with the tv remote. She had put on some weird ghost movie half an hour ago.

A few minutes passed and Delia came down stairs, her hair a new vibrant color of purple. “Beetlejuice! How did you know I've been wanting to dye my hair lately? Oh you're such a little angel!” Delia smiled and walked to the couch.

“You what?” he seemed almost defeated as he sat up. “don't you h-” he was quickly squeezed into a hug from the woman and GOD she could hug. For such a tiny lady she had some strength. But the hug was.. It wasn't nice. He hated it, in fact it was a dumb hug! It was warm.. And tight, the pressure felt nice.. He could feel himself melting into it. He caught himself and growled a bit pushing Delia off. “Whatever” he flipped her off and sunk down into the floor, into his little basement bedroom.

“What did I do?” Delia looked a bit confused as she looked at Lydia. Lydia just shrugged and continued to watch her movie.

Beetlejuice paced back and forth, his arms crossed and his hair a mix of purple, orange and red. “I'm not a stupid fuckin-” he growled and grabbed a pillow and chucked it at the wall. It barely didn't anything. The red in his hair grew and he balled his hands into fists. “I'M NOT A DAMN ANGEL” he grabbed the pillow and bit it, ripping it with his teeth panting and growling.

He felt angry, he WAS angry. He needed to hit something, he needed to destroy something. He was a demon god damnit! He didn't help people! “People are supposed to DESPISE ME!” He continued to rip and tear into the pillow with his hands. “They should be scared of me not fucking!-” he couldn't even finish his sentence. He put his hands on his arms and scratched. Yes he was a demon but the bed was very comfortable and he didn't want to destroy it. He grit his teeth and plopped down onto the floor. “I'll show them- I'll show them I'm a fucking demon. A *rotten, evil, bastard of a demon.”

It was quiet. She didn't enjoy how quiet it was, that ment there was trouble. “Adam honey?” Barbara looked up from her crochet and over at Adam who was working on some miniatures.

“Yeah?” Adam responded but didn't really look up from what he was working on.

“Do you know what Lydia and Beej are up to?” Barbara just got a shrug from Adam. He was probably just too focused. It was almost dinner though, it's NEVER this quiet at night.

The family had gathered at the dinner table. Everyone was there except for Beetlejuice.

“Where's beej?” Lydia was first to ask as she peaked under the table.

“Oh! He offered to make dinner so he's in the kitchen right now finishing up!” Oh god no. Barbara couldn't even taste that much right now but the thought of eating beetlejuice's cooking made her nauseous.

Without another word there beej was, proudly walking in with multiple hands carrying everyone's food. Surprisingly it didn't look bad! It was some normal looking pasta.

“This is like the only thing I know how to cook so if ya don't like it you're gonna hurt my feelings” he grinned as he set a plate in front of everyone. It was some raviolis with marinara sauce, mushrooms and some onions. Lydia and the maitlands looked suspicious but Delia looked more than happy.

“Thank you so much Beej! It looked wonderful!” Delia smiled at him as he sat down on the other end of the table. Beetlejuice looked way too excited to see them eat. Grinning from ear to ear.

Delia took a bite and the others took it as a ‘it's safe’ and started to eat. The others were happily eating but Delia seemed just.. Confused. She chewed slowly before swallowing and looking down at her plate.

“What's wrong Delia?” Beetlejuice sounded weirdly innocent. “It's just a little beef, won't kill ya” he saw Delia freeze and everyone went silent.

“Y-.. That?-” Delia couldn't form the words as she grew nauseous. Breathing heavily and her throat burned. “I just.. That-..”

“What did you do?” Lydia sounded a bit angry as he glared at Beetlejuice before looking at Delia concerned.

“I just made my ma's recipe!..” He acted offended and sat up, putting a hand on his chest. “Oh wait.. Delia's vegan! Oh how could I forget!” He grinned and rolled his eyes. “Ya know how shit my memory can be kid” he chuckled and lifted his hair to show a smooth brain before he put his hair back down.

He looked over at Delia and she started to cry. It wasn't as loud as he hoped.. It was silent tears running down her cheeks and mumbling about how she was disgusting. His grin faltered a bit as he looked at her crying into the plate.

“Im- I'm a murderer” her voice was broken. He didn't mean to make her *this* upset. He just wanted a bit of yelling! Maybe some over dramatic wailing but she looked distraught. She looked like she actually *did* murder somebody.

He opened his mouth to apologize but it quickly snapped back shut. He's a demon, why the fuck should he care? “It was just a dumb cow Delilah! It's not like it's gonna come and haunt-” he looked besides Delia. “Oh never mind there's the ghost of it now!” He threw his voice and whispered into Delia's ear. “Why would you do this to me Delia.. I had a daughter!.. MOOOO”

Again he didn't get the over the top sobbing he wanted. She looked like she couldn't breathe now, gripping at her ears mumbling I'm sorrys. Charles and Barbara were quick to go to her side and comfort her.

“BJ WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Now he expected that out of Charles or maybe even Barbara but not Lydia. His grin faltered again and he was choked up. “I- well!” He pursed his lips trying to speak. “Not my fucking fault she can't bother to check her food!”

“GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW BEETLEJUICE” Charles' voice boomed and he felt Charles glare through his dead soul. He shut up and quickly scattered to his room in the basement like a dog that had just gotten scolded for eating scraps off the table.

Hours passed and eventually it was found out that Beetlejuice didn't use actual beef in the food. It was vegan. Delia had calmed down but Charles and the maitlands were still angry. Lydia just seemed disappointed.

“I think it's about time we have a talk with him about all this-” Barbara finally spoke up. The five of them had moved to the living room. Barbara Charles and Delia were sat on the couch, Barbara and Charles on either side of Delia. Adam was in an old rocking chair and Lydia was in the lazy boy.

“I agree. At first the pranks were fine but now it's escalated and he needs to know this isn't ok.” Charles looked over at the door to the basement.

“Maybe we need to talk to him about what's ok and not ok?” Adam added. “with a mother like that I doubt he understands right from wrong..” He leaned back in the rocking chair, gently tipping it back before letting it go so he could rock.

“He- he has said he doesn't understand empathy..” Delia was quiet as she looked down at the table.

“That doesn't mean it's ok! Delia, you had a panic attack, I've had to go to the hospital to get my hand wrapped, Barbara's garden was destroyed, it's all going too far!” Charles looked at Delia, leaning forward to catch her gaze.

“me and Adam will go talk to him” Barbara stood up. “He's probably upset right now, we're ghosts so he can't accidentally hurt us” Barbara crossed her arms and looked at the basement door. “Once we calm him down or at least explain what we need to talk about we can bring him up and then we can all talk.”

The family all silently agreed and Barbara and Adam made their way down to the basement.

He could hear their faint talking. He was laying on the ceiling and trying to listen. He heard the stairs creaking and he fell bad to the floor, hitting his head. He groaned and sat up, rubbing the side of his head.

“BJ?” Barbara called. “Not now babes, got a headache.. Maybe later if you and sexy are up to it” he grinned at them but it fell when he saw Barbara's face. She looked mad.

“Beetlejuice. Your ‘pranks’ if you can even call them that have gone way too far!” Beetlejuice narrowed his eyes at her and stood up. “It wasn't even actual meat that's her fault for not knowing how the fuck to tell when somebody's playing a prank on her!” He spat out.

“That doesn't excuse what you did! All you've been doing in this house is hurt people! We let you live here, we gave you a space and your being ungrateful” it was horribly out of character for barbara to actually be *arguing* with beej but honestly she was fed up.

“God you breathers are really fucking stupid!” He grinned but he seemed more angry than happy. “it's like all of you” he walked closer to the couple as he spoke. His voice started to become distorted and a tail slid out from the back of his jacket. “I'm a DEMON” by the time he yelled he was glaring down at Barbara, just a few inches from her.

Usually this is the part where the maitlands run and scatter but Barbara just looked angry. She put a finger to his chest and started to push back. “Well demon or not you could at least show some manners!” When the hell did she get so strong? He started to take steps back, if he didn't voluntary step he would have been pushed over. “You are a member of this household and a part of this family whether you like it or not!” She yelled pointing a finger at him.

He was silent as his demon features slipped back into hiding. “A part of this family” he repeated in his mind. It didn't seem too bad. But it was scary. It wasn't familiar. He didn't belong here, bye wasn't like them. He wasn't perfect, he didn't do the whole family bullshit. “I'm not a part of your stupid delusional sitcom bullshit! You guys go play house as much as you want but don't fucking expect me to be an obedient little fuckin dog for you all!” He growled and Adam quickly pulled Barbara away. Barbara didn't look scared but Adam did. The fear in Adams eyes made his dead heart twist.

“Listen.. Beetlejuice we- we don't expect you to change everything you've known.” Adam swallowed. “We just want to coexist.. With you. You make Lydia so.. *so* happy and we know you can be kind.”

He was a bit frozen and he heard footsteps and more heart beats. Lydia and Delia. Charles was there but he stood at the basement doorway.

“Beetle?” Delia looked at him and he could see her puffy red eyes and the red that had taken over his hair was now a deep purple.

“Im.. I'm not you- you can't just-” he couldn't even think of what to say as Delia walked closer.

“Your hurt sweetheart” delias voice was soft like a mother's. It reminded him of how Argentina would talk to him when he was younger.

“No I'm not-” he was quick to respond.

Delia laughed lightly. “Not physically, Mentally.” Soon she was in front of him and her hand hovered over beetlejuices like she was waiting for consent. He narrowed his eyes in a confused look and just nodded.

Delia took his hand into hers and gently squeezed. “I know all of this is new to you but you have to understand that we feel hurt when you do things like this beetlebug” she smiled softly at him. “And you can deny it all you want but we want you here.”

“You just want me here because I can't go back home” he growled quietly but didn't make an attempt to pull away, the warm touch felt soothing.

“We want you here because you deserve it. Where's that kind little demon that had that silly little game show with us!” Delia smiled.

“I literally killed your guru and tried to kill you all too” there was a small pause.

“Yeah well Kevin was an asshole anyways.. And besides the almost dying thing I had fun!” She squeezed his hand a bit tighter. “You've helped us all so much hun”

He felt a bit dazed. At first he had only focused on all the evil shit he had done but he didn't even realize the cause and effect of everything.

“If you didn't show up me and Barbara would have never been able to keep our house the way it is” Adam chimed in.

“We wouldn't have met Lydia” Barbara added and looked over at Lydia with a soft smile.

“Me and Lydia would have grown closer apart if it weren't for you.” Charles had finally come down and stood next to Lydia, putting a hand on his daughters shoulder, gently smiling down at her.

“I wouldn't be here if you weren't on that roof bj” Lydia's voice was quiet but it was way for Beetlejuice to hear.

He didn't even notice the tears flowing down like a waterfall until he sniffled. “your all so fucking emotional” he sniffled again trying to wipe his eyes.

“Your the one that's crying dumbass “ Lydia snorted and walked over to beej, throwing her arms around him.

“yeah well you look like a stick of black liquorice” in retaliation Lydia Headbutted beetlejuice's ribs.

“Your apart of this weird little family whether you like it Beetlejuice” Delia wrapped her arms around Beetlejuice too.

“WE ARE NOT GROUP HUGGING RIGHT NOW” His voice cracked as he yelled. The body heat and the pressure made his head feel quiet. There weren't a million thoughts going on anymore. Before he knew it he was getting hugged by everyone in the house now.

He felt weird. His paranoia, his anxiety, it was gone. Everything felt so.. *safe* now. Safe with them.. He felt like his puzzle piece finally clicked into place instead of it getting jammed into it until it fit. He accepted the tears and let himself start bawling. Soft murmurs of comfort. Whispers of it was ok and telling him to let it all out.

Usually now was the time he forced everything away and he would get overwhelmed by everyone crowded around him but it felt perfect. He didn't feel like he was a burden. He was family.. He had a family. The deetz were his family.. The maitlands were his family. For once he didn't feel the need to run away and hide. He didn't need to, they wouldn't leave him. He was there family now.

[leahsflwer]

Miles Maitland imagine “I will miss you my dear” smut || Michael Sheen

Warnings: Adult content, smut, not for innocent people 💀, explicit content (words & actions)

Miles Maitland x masc reader ♥️

Miles spotted men from across the room and smiled hurrying over to me with no thought while the others danced around the hospital room. I couldn’t help but flash a smile in return. Miles was so bubbly. He held my hand and suggested I come over with him, but I declined his offer by shaking my head. He was quick to understand and pulled me outside to my car.

He got inside and so did I. He looked down with his glasses on and I couldn’t already tell something was up with him.

I removed his shades and spotted the tears under them, he sweet, soft face was now red and wet from his tears and sniffles.

The sight broke my heart, I immediately held his hand and looked him in the eyes. He was taken back by my sudden touch but eventually smiled and shook his head.

“I’m sorry.. it’s just that I must go back to France. I am not ready to leave you all. Especially you. I’m will miss you my dear” he fake chuckled, I could hear the pain in his voice and it was horrible

“I’ll come with you. I do not care to live here. I’d prefer to be there” I replied

“But your job? You would lose your job that you worked so hard for?” He shook his head

“No. You’re more important than anything in the world. I care upon you, more than some job that I do not even like.” I smiled and lifted his head up by his chin.

He flashed an adorable smile at me with his blue eyes beaming and glossy from his past tears. He was back to the happy Miles I loved. Miles was giving me butterflies from just a simple stare, he was beautiful.

I didn’t think as I leaned over and kissed him. But his lips felt so soft and warm on mine. I was bigger than him so I could easily hold his face like it was a feather.

He climbed over onto my side and sat on my lap, his body felt so soft and fragile, but I held onto his waist and smiled into the kiss. Deepening it and he didn’t even hesitate to let my tongue explore his mouth. The kiss was growing hotter and more needy.

His hips slowly started to grind down on me, causing a groan to escape my mouth. He was not waisting any time and I loved that.

I could feel my cock harden as he continued to grind down on it. He wasn’t being easy on me today so I wouldn’t be easy on him either. He stopped everything and slide down to the car floor and looked up at me with puppy eyes as if he was asking for it.

He grinned and unzipped my pants, pulling them down alongside my boxers. the cold air hitting my shaft made me grip onto the car seat, his warm hand held onto it and slowly pumped it, making me groan.

“Fuck..” I breathed out as he wrapped his mouth around my shaft as much as his pretty mouth could take.

My hand made its way to his black curls and gripped onto them, gently pushing him down further. I could feel him moan at the action sending electric waves throughout my body.

He was making me moan from just a simple blowjob. Usually I was fine by them, but this was different, I’d liked him for a long time so perhaps that’s why it felt so much better. But Miles was good at it, a natural.

Soon I gripped tighter onto his hair and bucked my hips.

“Fuck Miles- I’m gonna- fuck…” I groaned as I released into his warm mouth.

Miles pulled away and swallowed what he could, using he finger to wipe some off him lip and licked it off. He was dirty and it turned me on even more.

He got back up and removed his pants and underwear that was a deep blue. It suited his figure with his perfect hips and those chubby thighs. He sat back on my lap and gently lined himself up at my cock. I was a bit nervous for him to just take it like that, but he seemed happy with it. So as he slowly pushed me inside him I kissed his neck leaving soft kisses and little marks.

“Shit.. you’re so big~” He moaned out and slowly bounced up and down.

He looked so good jumping on my cock like that, I wanted to treat him like a princess and cherish him. It felt so good I thought it was a dream. But his moans were my reminder, those perfect sounds.

It was music to my ears.

[Now.. this was a late night write so I apologise for how bad it is lmao! But enjoy if that’s your cuppa tea? I’m in the process of writing much better imagines ahha]

[bugdrinkx3]

i need people to like my fic or i will scream (<- guy who runs on compliments)

anyway

hrghhhhhhhhhhhh here it is

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64668976/chapters/166130686

[aew-regression-cove]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ | caregiver adam & barbara maitland headcannons

★ they are so mum and dad coded 😭

@aew-kun

credits — x / x / x

"you know, if I had seen a ghost at your age I would have been scared out of my wits"

☆ . . . Okay so I'm picturing this as you've moved into their house. They'd find out about your regression by accident, they wouldn't mean to. You thought you were alone and had regressed. It was then they walked into the room, all three of you panicking as they realised you could see them.

☆ . . . Barbara was able to calm you down, reassuring you that you were safe, that her and Adam meant no harm and explaining who they were.

☆ . . . The three of you end up falling into roles of them acting like parents (your caregivers) whilst you were regressed.

☆ . . . They had spoken about kids when they were alive but they never got the chance so looking after you was very comforting but also completely new to them.

☆ . . . They didn't originally really use many nicknames for you but after a while they ended up with what felt like a never ending list- 😂

☆ . . . They're both quite big on affection and hugs!!!

☆ . . . Adam loves to ruffle your hair playfully, normally just after Barbara has fixed it from the last time he did it.

☆ . . . There is no denying that the house they live in is quite big- and it's also no denying that Barbara (especially) seemingly enjoys decorating- She most definitely decorated a play room for you (+ Adam helped assemble any furniture)

☆ . . . ^^^ this room is stocked!!! Like I said the Maitlands never got to have a child of their own so you can bet they spoil you!!! There's all sorts of books, games, toys and stuffies in the room- there's also lots of clothes, both dress up and normal.

☆ . . . They love to have little fashion shows with you!!! Barbara loves dressing you up!!!

☆ . . . On Saturdays you get to help Adam with his model of the town, he loves finding out something new has changed or been added and you've taken a picture for him. (Like Lydia did at the end of the movie)

☆ . . . You and Barbara bake lots!!! 🍪 :3

☆ . . . Now they can't exactly leave the house which is unfortunate but they make sure to have LOADS of fun inside!!!

☆ . . . Movie night? Absolutely, every week, several movies!!! You (and Adam) normally fall asleep after a few..

☆ . . . They'd make sure that Beetlejuice doesn't know of you (they try their best but he has his ways) — they 100% do make sure however that he can't communicate with you in any way!!!

☆ . . . Barbara is the best when it comes to nap times/bed time routines, she tucks you in happily, and most times there are plenty of cuddles with all three of you!!! (Although Adam has a habit of chatting and waking everyone up 😂)

☆ . . . Adam prefers reading to you or talking about your days to help you settle for sleep, Barbara prefers singing or humming lullabies.

☆ . . . The three of you have matching plushies that are all different sizes. (Adam's is the biggest, then Barbara's and then yours!!!)

☆ . . . There's always drawings you make stuck with magnets to the fridge!!!

☆ . . . There is always a fidget toy in near proximity. If you can't find one ask Adam. (he's probably fiddling with one that he's picked up absentmindedly)

☆ . . . The three of you have a 'family picture' that is hung up and framed next to the fireplace. Adam and Barbara are both wearing sheets so they can be 'seen' either side of you- :/

☆ . . . Adam is a sucker for letting you have snacks (even before meals) — Barbara pretends she doesn't know most of the time.

☆ . . . Listening to music whilst cuddling or dancing is a common activity!!!

☆ . . . They are both very gentle Caregivers!!! <333

ⓘ if you want to reblog, let me know and I'll decide to temporarily unlock the post or not <3

[lady-of-the-spirit]

Primeval season 5 is driving me NUTS why don't they just TELL Connor they think Helen and Philip worked together or know each other!! All this worrying over Connor working for Philip would be OVER if they just told him their suspicions! But instead Matt - instead of acting on his suspicions - is just observing from a distance and Abby tells Connor to "trust her instincts" instead of the truth!!

I love a good team fallout and divided loyalties especially if I understand both sides (Connor in this situation thinking the world is gonna end if he doesn't work with Philip on solving the anomaly problem). I can even like a good miscommunication trope if, again, I can understand both sides not communicating for xyz reasons. BUT THERE'S NO REASON FOR THIS!! Abby in particular has every opportunity to tell Connor their suspicions but she doesn't! It's just so lazy!!!