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bring her home to dad | rafe cameron

summary: BJ’s every parent’s nightmare and rafe brings her home to ward.

pairing(s): rafe cameron x fem!oc, platonic!sarah cameron x fem!oc, platonic!wheezie cameron x fem!oc.

word count: 5.17k

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, fluff, angst, ward cameron.

author’s note: i’ve had this idea for a while and it was originally going to be a reader, but i have a lot of ideas for this oc and rafe that may or may not be a coherent story. i don’t know, we’ll see where it goes. this is an au where there isn’t any treasure hunt but like rafe still does coke and dropped out of college and sarah and john b end up dating. no season 2 spoilers! Also, the house they use in the show for Tanneyhill (it’s real name is Lowndes Grove) is actually so beautiful omg you can rent it for weddings!

BJ Bentley was in the passenger seat of her boyfriend’s truck on her way to his house for the first time. Though she’d been in a relationship with Rafe Cameron for the past few months, she understood the reservation he had to take her to meet his father. The dark tattoos all along her sun kissed skin and the style of her clothes definitely scared every one of her partner’s parents. It was especially worse when their parents were hard on them, and they tried everything to live up to their expectations. There were times when someone she was interested in brought her home just to scare their parents when they weren’t interested in her as well. It wasn’t like that with Rafe. For one, he was completely freaking out in the driver’s seat next to her as he drove to his house. And two, he told her from the beginning that he had to be in love with her to bring her home to Ward Cameron.

Well, he was in love with her. And she loved him, too. That’s why she was completely calm in the passenger seat as she waited patiently to pull up to the historic house. Rafe’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he was hyper aware of the world around him. Quick hits on the brake and too sharp of turns were a clear indication of his nervousness. BJ reached across the center console to take hold of his right hand. He gave it up to her with little hesitation, and she intertwined their fingers while bringing the back of his hand to her lips. The soft kiss released a bit of tension in his shoulders.

“We don’t have to do this today,” she said against his hand. He immediately shook his head at the idea.

He said, “No, I already told him you were coming today. He’s got Rose making her special meatloaf for the occasion.”

BJ placed their hands down on the console and smiled.

“I love meatloaf.”

He nodded, his mind still somewhere else, and stated, “I know. I told her.”

Rafe stopped the truck at a stop sign. With no one behind them, BJ reached her free hand up to his cheek and turned his head towards her, forcing him to meet her eyes. She smiled softly when he leaned into the palm of her hand.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise. I’ve dealt with plenty of parental disappointment. He might be a little harder on you, but he’ll let it go eventually.”

He smiled and kissed the palm of her hand before turning back to the road. As he pulled forward from the stop sign, she placed her outreached hand on his forearm to run her fingers up and down the prominent vein.

He said, “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

BJ’s hand stilled at his words, and she stared at the side of his face as she tried to think of any other reason he’d be so nervous.

“I don’t want him to scare you off,” he added as he avoided meeting her eye.

Her lip jutted out as she cooed, “Aw, Honey Bunch,” his eyes rolled and lip turned up at the pet name, “you don’t have to worry about him scaring me off. You’ve had plenty of chances to do that.”

Rafe laughed mockingly and reached over to squeeze her thigh. She laughed loudly as she tried to pull his hand off of her. When she managed to wrench his hand away from her, she reached over and poked his side which only resulted in his hand gripping her thigh again.

“Rafe Cameron,” she said in a firm tone, making him laugh. “If you don’t stop, I will knock you the fuck out.”

He didn’t stop. It took him almost side swiping someone’s car for him to let go of her and return his hand to the steering wheel.

“That’s what I thought,” BJ quipped but screeched and lifted her leg away from him as he pretended to reach for her thigh again.

The rest of the ride was silent aside from the music playing from the radio. Eventually, the sound of the turn signal interrupted the melodies of the song as they waited for the car in the other lane to pass to turn left into Tanneyhill. Trees blocked the view of the house from the gate, but she could see peaks of a white house with many windows. As they drove up the driveway and passed the trees, she could see the beautiful house in it’s full glory. The house itself was beautiful on it’s own, but the surrounding view made it stunning. She could see the expanse of the water over to the left while an expansive yard of trees veered to the right.

“Home sweet home,” Rafe muttered as he pulled into a parking spot next to someone’s car. He turned the engine off and unbuckled his seat belt but didn’t make a move to get out. BJ unbuckled her own seat belt and waited. She watched as he took a couple of deep breaths before turning to meet her eye. Her lips turned up in an encouraging smile. She leaned forward over the console enticing him to do the same. Their lips met in a soft peck and met a few times more before pulling away for good.

The couple got out of the truck at the same time and met at the back. BJ let Rafe stair up at the house before reaching her hand out for him to hold. He huffed a heavy sigh before taking her hand in his. On their way to the front door, BJ stopped walking. If he didn’t have her hand in his, he probably would have kept going. He stopped, their hands extended, and watched her eyes widen.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Her eyes moved from the house to him, and she said, “I’m going to meet Wheezie!”

Rafe released a relieved sigh as he let his head fall back with his eyes closed. The hat on his head nearly fell off as it’s bill hit the back of his neck. BJ laughed as she stepped closer to her.

“Don’t do that to me,” Rafe mumbled as he let her pull him along. When they got closer to his front door, he took the lead. He led her past the front room and into the main part of the house. They took a few turns before reaching a decent sized kitchen. As an old house meant to be preserved, it lacked the open floor plan most modern day houses choose to do. While some rooms were spacious, it felt very choppy as they moved through the house. Even the kitchen was cut off from the dining area. The only person in the kitchen was a blonde woman who was definitely not Sarah Cameron or Wheezie.

“Oh, hello!” The woman greeted as she worked on cleaning off the counters. She stopped at the sight of them and tossed the washcloth into the sink. Her eyes widened once she got a better look at the girl standing next to Rafe, but BJ took it in stride as she let go of Rafe’s hand to go shake hers.

Rafe spoke up from behind BJ, “Rose, this is BJ. BJ, this is my stepmom, Rose.”

“It’s really nice to meet you, Rose. I heard you’re making meatloaf! It already smells amazing,” BJ stated as she shook the woman’s hand. She watched Rose take in the tattoos on the back of her hand and the chain hanging on one side of her skirt, but she pretended not to notice as Rose fixed a genuine smile on her face.

“It’s nice to meet you, too! Rafe mentioned meatloaf was your favorite, so Ward asked me to make my special recipe.”

“Is there anything Rafe and I can do to help?” BJ offered. Rafe started to speak from behind her, but Rose beat him to it.

“Actually, the table still needs to be set, if you don’t mind?”

BJ shook her head and said, “Not at all.” She turned around to Rafe. “You know how to set the table, right?”

Rafe huffed and nodded his head. He turned to the left and led her into the dining room where a long, rectangular table that seats eight people took up one side of the room and a smaller, circular table that seats four people took up the other. He stepped over to the china cabinet and opened both of the doors.

“I can start with the glasses while you get the plates?” Rafe suggested as he looked at her. She nodded and walked over to him. He pointed at a specific set of plates before grabbing the glasses on the higher shelf. A place mat was already placed in front of each seat that was to be used. BJ started on one side as Rafe started on the other. They met at the head of the table, and BJ stared up at Rafe as he refused to move out of the way.

She wasn’t much shorter than him normally, but she was almost nose to nose to him with her boots on. The amused smile on his lips and the quirk of his eyebrow tempted her to do something about him being in her way. With a playful tint in the corner of her eye, she stood on the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his lips. His hand found her hip as their kiss lasted longer than necessary. When she pulled away and fell back flat on her feet, Rafe hummed and nodded his head. He patted her hip and stepped out of her way.

“You may pass,” he said, making BJ laugh. The rest of her task went without fail before the two of them placed the silverware out: BJ was in charge of the spoons while Rafe put out the forks and knives. The sound of a man’s voice interrupted the peaceful silence that laid over the air.

“Alright, I got the ice and another bottle just in case. I saw Rafe’s truck outside. Have you already met her?” The man stated as the couple saw him approach the island that Rose was standing next to.

Rose nodded, walked towards her husband, and said, “Yes, I did. They’re setting the table now.”

Ward tried to turn to look at where they were standing, but Rose grabbed the front of his blazer and pretended to fix it while she whispered to him. BJ puffed out a silent laugh as she looked at Rafe.

She whispered, “Very subtle.”

Rafe only had the energy to chuckle once as he watched the two in the kitchen. BJ studied the couple and watched Ward’s facial expressions to gauge his reaction. She noticed the exact moment Rose told him about her...appearance. His head tilted towards his wife in a quick motion to look in her eyes. Rose scolded him swiftly, and Ward fixed his face into a stoic expression. BJ could feel her boyfriend tense from beside her as she watched Ward look to the ground and nod at whatever his wife said.

BJ took the lead, grabbed Rafe’s hand, and pulled him into the kitchen. Rafe tugged on her hand to keep her from intruding on his dad and stepmom’s conversation, but BJ went through this too many times to know it was easier to rip the bandage off right away.

“Hi, you must be Ward! I’m BJ Bentley,” she introduced herself, extending her hand once again. Though he was warned, Rafe’s father appeared to still be surprised at the sight of her. He took it in stride regardless. His eyebrows shot up in delight and a charming smile crossed his face as he reached his own hand out.

Ward greeted, “Ah, nice to meet you, BJ. I have to say I was surprised to hear Rafe had a girlfriend, let alone that he was bringing her home to meet us.”

“Dad,” Rafe said as Rose called her husband’s name in warning.

“Honestly, I was surprised, too,” BJ confessed. “Didn’t think Rafe was the girlfriend type.”

The timer on the oven went off to interrupt the tense conversation. Rose hurried around the island to pull the door open. She used a cooking thermometer to check the temperature inside the meatloaf.

“It’s done. Rafe, can you go upstairs to get your sisters?” Rose asked.

Rafe made sure BJ was okay before reluctantly heading out of the kitchen to the stairs she’d seen on the way inside. She watched him until he disappeared out of the room and turned back to his parents. The brunette tucked her hair behind her ear as she caught Ward staring at the tattoos on her thighs sticking out under her skirt with a disapproving purse of his lips. She turned to Rose, the safer of the two, and offered her help.

“I can take the potatoes to the table if you’d like,” BJ offered as Rose sliced into the meatloaf and placed it onto a large plate. The potatoes were on a similar plate cut into chunks and seasoned so well that BJ’s stomach grumbled at the smell.

Rose smiled and said, “That would be great. Thank you.”

BJ returned the smile and grabbed the plate. Once she reached the table, she placed the potatoes in the center with enough room for the meatloaf. Ward followed her into the room and motioned to the side of the table with only two seats set.

“Rafe sits on this side next to me. Feel free to sit next to him,” Ward said. BJ nodded and stepped around Ward; she noticed then they were about the same height. Since Ward hadn’t pulled his chair out, BJ thought it best to wait to be seated. Her mouth didn’t agree to the plan.

“Your home is very beautiful. It has a lot of history behind it, right?” She inquired as Rose brought in the meatloaf before returning to the kitchen, probably for the drinks.

Ward’s head tilted in interest as he answered, “That’s right. People don’t usually know that.”

“I did a paper on Denmark Tanney in college. As you must know, he was the only person to survive the wreck of the Royal Merchant.”

A light lit up behind Ward’s eyes at the mention of the Royal Merchant. She mentioned offhandedly one day while hanging out with Rafe that she did a paper on the man who built his house after he told her he lived in Tanneyhill. He told her how much his dad loved the house and its history, so she knew she could use that to get on Ward’s good side. She wasn’t worried about whether the Cameron’s liked her, especially not Ward, but she wanted there to be mutual respect between them. From what Rafe has said about his father, she knew she would never like him. But as Rafe’s father, she had a level of respect for him that she wanted to be returned. No matter how the man treated him, Rafe loved Ward and looked up to him. She had to respect that.

“Of course,” Ward replied, his words more genuine than the other times he’s spoken. “It’s what drew me to the house in the first place. Tell me did your research take you to the information about the gold he was able to get off of the Royal Merchant?”

Rose brought in a pitcher of iced tea as well as a cup of scotch on the rocks for Ward. She started to pour a glass of tea for herself as she listened to their conversation.

“Yes, and no one has ever been able to find it. He had letters to his son that a lot of people have picked apart trying to find out where he hid it, but no one’s figured it out.”

“Ugh, dad, please tell me you haven’t bored BJ with your stories about the Royal Merchant,” Sarah Cameron stated as she came into the kitchen. She sent BJ a smile and a wink as she walked to her seat, leaving the middle one between her and Rose empty. Rafe followed in shortly after.

Ward laughed as he shook his head. “Of course not, Sarah. BJ brought it up.”

Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise and put her hands up in surrender. Rafe came to stand next to his girlfriend. Ward and Rose looked at him expectantly.

“Wheezie’s on her way down,” he stated before reaching over to pull out BJ’s seat. She smiled at the gesture as she stepped out of the way.

“Wow, Rafe has manners?” Sarah asked, sarcasm dripping from her words as she sat down. Rafe glared at his sister as BJ stepped in front of the seat. He pushed in her seat as she sat down. She mumbled her gratitude as he sat down next to her. Rose and Ward sat down after the kids, and Rafe took it upon himself to pour himself a glass of iced tea. He offered the pitcher to BJ, and she took it graciously.

The sound of loud steps interrupted the short silence, and a young, teenage girl wearing a bright pink tutu and a sequined, long sleeve shirt. BJ’s eyes widened in surprise, and she turned to Rafe as she pressed her lips together to contain her laugh. Rafe placed his elbow on the table and covered his mouth to hide his smile. From what Rafe told her about his youngest sister, the tutu was out of character for her.

Sarah gasped and said, “Love the tutu, Wheeze.”

“Wheezie, what are you wearing?” Rose asked as the girl sat down next to her. BJ turned back to watch the scene unfold in front of her. Wheezie smiled at her before turning to her stepmom.

Wheezie said with a shrug, “Wanted to try something new.”

“Wheezie, we have a guest. Go upstairs and change,” Ward demanded as he tilted his head back to stare at her down his nose.

“I think Wheezie has a right to dress however she wants,” Rafe said, finally lowering his hand away from his face.

Sarah added, “Yeah, dad, we should let her express herself.”

BJ could see what her boyfriend and his sisters were doing. Wheezie was dressed in an out-of-character outfit to make her brother’s girlfriend feel comfortable wearing the clothes that the older generation deemed unacceptable. Rafe and Sarah were helping coax their parents into understanding why she wore the clothes she did. It warmed her heart to see it. Wheezie didn’t know who she was, they’d never met before, but she was doing this because she loved her brother. Sarah and BJ had known of each other before she started dating Rafe because they went to the same parties.

“Also,” BJ spoke up, “I really don’t mind. I think you rock the tutu, Wheezie, and those sequins really bring out your eyes.”

“Thank you, BJ,” Wheezie said before she turned to her father expectantly. Everyone turned to him to see his reaction. Ward Cameron sighed as he stared at his younger daughter.

“Fine.”

***

“So, BJ, what are you studying in college?” Ward asked as he sipped on his second glass of scotch. The men finished their plates as well as Sarah while the rest of them were still working on finishing their potatoes and little bit of meatloaf. BJ complimented Rose on her recipe after the first bite once she tasted the burst of flavor on her tongue. She talked to Wheezie about a new movie that was coming out. Apparently it was a part of a series that the young girl really liked, so she told BJ the synopsis of the first movie and invited her to come over to watch the first two movies together. Most of dinner was Rose and Ward alternating asking BJ questions about herself or Sarah telling everyone what she’d been up to for the day and what she was planning to do in the next couple.

BJ took her time swallowing the potato she’d been chewing and answered, “Actually, I finished college last year.”

Ward and Rose’s attention perked at the sound of that.

Rose asked, “I thought you said you were the same age as Rafe?”

“She is,” Rafe answered. “She finished her Bachelor’s degree in business, right?”

He looked to her for confirmation. She nodded.

“I started taking a lot of my general education credits my junior year of high school and took more business centered classes in the summer,” BJ said, turning to Ward and Rose. “By the time I graduated high school, I was a junior in college.”

Ward appeared to be impressed with what he was hearing and asked, “So, are you working now or have you decided to do something else?”

“I am. I work with my mother in her real estate investment business. I’ve always been around the office, even interned there the summer after high school graduation, and that’s how I knew I wanted to have a career in business.”

“I have to admit that’s pretty impressive,” Ward said and stared at his son. “I wish Rafe had as much drive as you do.”

BJ looked to Rafe to see him stare into the bottom of his glass that only had chunks of ice at the bottom. She could tell by the pout of his lips and his slouched shoulders that the comment hit a little too hard. Without allowing the others to notice, she reached under the table to place her hand over his on his lap.

“Rafe has plenty of drive,” BJ defended. “He’s just got to figure out where he wants to put that energy. Calculated energy is better than wasted energy.”

Ward only hummed in response. She finished her plate without any interruption. Rafe and Sarah grabbed everyone’s empty dishes. BJ helped Rafe stack all of the plates before Ward asked Wheezie to show their guest around the house.

“Yeah, BJ, I’ll show you Rafe’s room first since you’ll probably spend a lot of time there,” Wheezie said as she pushed her chair out to stand up.

Rafe stepped back into the room and scolded her, “Wheeze. Shut. Up.”

BJ laughed and stood up to follow after Wheezie. She patted Rafe’s shoulder as she passed him. Wheezie talked the entire time as she showed the older girl every room in the house. Most of the stories included embarrassing stories about Rafe.

“The rug right here?” Wheezie pointed out as they stood in the hall leading to the stair and outside of Rafe’s room. “Rafe tripped over it running out of his room and almost busted his chin going down the stairs. Luckily he stopped at the turn or he would’ve broken his arm.”

BJ shook her head and asked, “When was this?”

“Last week.”

The two giggled at the news, and Wheezie took her up another set of stairs. BJ followed her into a room that was clearly hers. It was a typical young teenager room with a few posters and brighter, mismatched colors.

“The tour is now over, please don’t forget to tip your guide and remember to visit again,” Wheezie said in a highly comical, animated voice. She worked on taking off the tutu as BJ looked around the room. It wasn’t a big room, but it was large enough to hold everything her heart desired.

“Is she your favorite artist?” BJ asked, pointing to a small poster of Taylor Swift next to some, what BJ could assume were, lyrics.

“Of course, she’s a lyrical genius,” Wheezie said, and BJ could tell how much the girl looked up to the artist by her voice. “Who’s your favorite artist?”

A sheepish smile was brought to her lips and turned to Wheezie. The youngest Cameron was sitting on her bed against her pillows, and BJ went to sit on the edge near her.

BJ said, “So, this may come as a shock, but I love Whitney Houston.”

Wheezie’s head tilted forward in surprise as her eyes widened. BJ laughed. The former girl looked down at BJ’s clothes and tattoos before looking back up to her with narrowed eyes.

“There’s no way. You definitely listen to classic rock like Nirvana,” Wheezie said.

“Okay, Nirvana is definitely not classic rock. Whoever told you that lied to you. And yes, despite my looks, Whitney Houston just hits the spot.”

Wheezie laughed and said, “I can’t wait to tell Rafe.”

“Hah,” BJ mocked and hit the girl lightly on the leg, “he already knows.” She hopped off the bed and headed for the door. “I’m going to go find him. I just take the stairs all the way down right?”

The only response she received was a nod before leaving the room. BJ could hear slightly raised voices drifting up the stairs as she started down them. She could hear Rafe’s voice but couldn’t make out any of his words.

Then, clear as day, she heard Ward’s voice, “I don’t care, Rafe! Think about what people will say when they see you with her. What they will say about our family.”

“You didn’t say this to Sarah when she brought John B home,” Rafe countered.

“John B doesn’t dress like she does and doesn’t have tattoos up and down his arms! I don’t care if you love her, you-”

Suddenly, it was quiet as BJ stepped on a particularly creaky stair. Not that she was quiet on her way down, but they didn’t hear her over their yelling. As she came down, she saw Rafe, Ward, and Rose through the doorway into the kitchen standing in awkward silence as they waited for her.

“Please, don’t stop on my account,” BJ said as she walked towards the three of them.

Rafe started to talk, “BJ, I’m sorry-”

BJ held up a hand to stop him.

“You don’t have to apologise, Rafe. It’s not the first time I’ve walked in on an awkward conversation with my boyfriend’s parents. I just hoped your father had enough respect to talk to me about it.”

She smiled a sickeningly sweet smile as she met Ward’s eyes. Rafe said her name and offered for them to leave.

“And I wish my son had enough respect not to bring you home,” Ward said as he took a long drink of his scotch.

BJ’s smile didn’t falter at his words as Rose sharply said his name.

“You know, Ward, a person can always change their clothes,” BJ informed the older man and motioned to her own clothes. “Hell, on a normal day, I don’t typically wear this. I only wore it now so you could see the ‘worst’ of it and learn to get over it. I understand your reservations on tattoos. It’s not everyone’s preference. I, for one,” BJ stepped over to Rafe and motioned to his bare arm, “love the blank canvas that is your son.” Rafe muttered an “oh, my god” at her words. “But you should never judge someone’s character for what they decide to do with their bodies. It’s their actions you have to pay attention to.

“Your actions, specifically, have told me that you are a very insecure man who tries to keep the image of his perfect family intact to hide the fact that he feels like an imposter in the life he’s created for himself.” Ward stood up straighter and set his glass down forcefully. Rose put her hand on his chest to stop him from taking a step towards BJ. “The only reason I’m saying this to you is because, although I do not like you one bit, I have respect for you. I know who you are, Ward Cameron. Started on the other side of Outer Banks and, through hard work and sacrifice, you made it to Figure Eight. You raised a beautiful family despite hardly being there for them emotionally. Anyone can respect someone who has managed to do that for themselves.”

Ward scoffed and interrupted BJ’s tangent, “I let you into my home, and you decide to speak to me like this in the name of respect? My actions have told you all of this about my character? Through one dinner?”

BJ shrugged and simply said, “I minored in psychology. And I’m sorry if you find what I’ve said to be disrespectful. I found you talking about me without me present to be disrespectful. I love your son whether you like me or not and as long as he still feels the same way, we’ll have to treat each other with mutual respect.”

Rafe’s hand slipped into hers. Through their interlaced fingers BJ felt his grip tighten as he stood up to his father. With her other hand, she reached out for a handshake. Ward stared down at her hand for a moment before looking at Rafe. Another squeeze on her hand. Ward and BJ locked eyes. He sighed and reached out his hand. A firm handshake, and the two were on their way with Rafe saying over his shoulder he might be back later.

Her boyfriend practically dragged her out of the house and to his truck. The sun was already set, so the lights around the house were the only thing to light their way to Rafe’s truck. The overhead lights inside turned on and off as they got in. The dash light lit up Rafe’s features as he turned the ignition over to start the engine. BJ watched as he sighed heavily and fell back against his seat, and she reached over to grab his hand again.

“I almost shit myself when you called him insecure,” Rafe confessed, making her laugh out loud. “I thought he was going to kill us both.”

BJ leaned over the console and said, “But he didn’t.”

He opened his eyes and turned his head without lifting it to look at her. Pieces of his hair fell onto his forehead, and she smiled at him as she studied his face. A sweat had broken out on his face and neck, but it was slowly drying in the cool air of the truck’s air conditioning.

“No, he didn’t.” BJ watched his soft lips as he spoke.

“Now, the worst is over.”

He nodded. “It is.”

BJ’s free hand reached up to the back of Rafe’s head and pulled his face towards hers. Rafe didn’t put up any fight as he leaned into the kiss. She pulled away with a sigh, and the boy moved so he could comfortably lean against the console as she played with the hairs at the back of his head.

“Wheezie’s cool,” BJ admitted. “She told me a lot of embarrassing stories about you.” Rafe rolled his eyes. “Something about you and a rug followed by a small tumble down the stairs.”

Rafe shook his head and said, “I have just as many embarrassing stories of her.”

BJ smiled.

“I can’t wait to hear them.”

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niks-minion · 3 years

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Bnha 303. Top three alliance

So last week I tried my hand at rambling about spoilers and it was fun. I’m gonna indulge myself some more, bc how can I not then my favorite chicken entered the Todo family chat?

Hello, dear sir, top heroes are happy to be at your service. Thanks for talking loud enough btw, very appreciated. Sorry, our third eavesdropping blonde buddy can’t join the party due to, you know, coughing blood.

Hawks: surprise Enji,Todo,Rei: wtf?

Oh well, it happens you know when you’re in a place with tons of other ppl around ya. Honestly, Shouto you should know better by this point.

Lol, why Enji reminds me of a monkey here? Nevermind. Forget it.

I’m not sorry. At all. Small details are important, or that’s I’ve been told.

Pls queen, stand up, you have nothing to apologize for. 😭

that’s the cultural difference for you. I mean if I had fucked up, my mom would have said smth like “ugh why, why this child is mine again?” Pls tell me I’m not the only one.

Also, hawks, my little bird millennial, you’re doing great with fast typing. Is there a crush course somewhere? I mean I can type without looking too but the speed is remarkable. I tip my hat.

So to all the ppl who were “ugh Hawks is an abuse apologist” may I point out that even if he seems chill, even if he said that he’s sure it’s not like that anymore, he’s still checking and asking about the scar. And I’m sorry but his eyes are saying “tell me you did it to your child and I’ll punch you”

Hawks: Oh, it was his Mom? Ok, cool. Wtf is wrong with this family.

Anyhow this mummies party gets better. 👀 Shouto saying “so close” not once but twice? How not to joke about celebrity crush here? Todo makes it impossible, I swear.

What’s he thinking on the last frame?... pls don’t tell me it’s some kind of guilt trip, bc there are too many things like that in this chapter, I don’t need one more.

YES HE IS!!!!

One, two, three: SHOUTO KUN YOURE SUPER COOL! ( he calls him by his first name👀)

Ok I need them to get along well too. Getting along with blondies is Todo special talent, like being a great hand crusher. Can Shouto go to Hawks’ agency with Toko? Pls?

Or just adopt Hawks in the family, I don’t mind.

I don’t like Keigo feeling guilty for leaving his parents. Like yeah, Shouto is a kind little soul, maybe readying himself to forgive all the shit, but Deku’s point is valid. It’s totally ok not to forgive. They were awful parents. And honestly, I don’t see how staying with them would change this fact. You were a kid damn it!

Ok so then we get a two minutes quick review of “previously in bnha” and all the clusterfuck happening in the city. Thanks, feathers.

Oh. Oh. Hawks says “I’m here” for the man who’s been his inspiration for so long. I might sob just a bit.

Ok, old man, that’s the boost you need to charge your “I’m a hero” batteries. Now wakey-wakey. It’s time to kick some asses. And maybe explain yourself to little commoners on the other side of the window.

I love Natsuo.

What, your tears must make me forgive you? Pfffffffft, yeah, no.

Thanks Hori really. That it’s not like magically everything is cool and shining, and Todo family is back together hugging his dad bc he’s sorry. Nah.

But let’s get back to business

Talk shit about Enji all you want, but the guy is smart. Not for the first time he’s connecting the dots, coming to a correct answer. (Todo’s got his theory obsession not from this branch)

AND ITS TIME for TODO TO FINALLY BE A PART OF OFA

Pls tell me I’m reading it right. Tell me it’s not only for Hawks and BJ knowledge. Come on AM, it’s time to spill the beans.

MY GREMLIN IS BAAAAAAACK, alive and kicking

Holy guacamole, Kats chill bro! Deku is not gonna say goodbye to his little coma adventure just bc you’ve managed to disturb even the neighbor building.

These three are the only smart and responsible ppl here. Thank you guys. Put this idiot to rest before he throws up his guts on the floor.

Lol.

BJ:Oh hey, great lord explosion Murder, yes I remember all this long ass crap, so you’re good? Was a little worried considering a couple of holes in your body. Bakugou: I can’t believe I was waiting for this moron to reveal my hero name.

So the new meddling duo is on the way to Deku. Who can’t answer at the moment pls, call back later.

Next time we’re gonna get the “ofa secrets reveal” while the bunch of blondies are crowding the space! I kinda don’t want tdbk to miss this party. Pls deliver a special Bakugou package to this room. Todo go visit your precious friend. If ppl can wiggle in your private mess, feel free to do the same, bro!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #manga spoilers #todoroki shouto #katsuki bakugou #kacchan #hawks #keeping up with the todorokis #bnha 303 #mha 303 #bnha meta #mha meta #endeavor #todoroki natsuo

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obsessive-ego · 3 years

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Talking in you sleep

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Reader says Beetlejuice's name 3 times in their sleep, but hes already in their home

Sfw

Idk been thinking about this for ages

Just a small fic

It was an accident

It was no secret to anyone that you talk in your sleep, not full sentences, just a word or two, nothing too abnormal, you didn't know about this little quirk of yours until a certain foul mouthed undead demon wormed his way into your life, he was the one who told you.

...

"Ya know you chatter on in your sleep?" He'd chuckle as if he found something truly embarrassing to bug you about.

"How'd you know? Am I that loud you can hear me in the livingroom?"

"Nah, I watch you sleep" he said it so plainly as if it wasnt super creepy.

The ghoul eventually upped his late night habits from watching you sleep, to sleeping in the same bed as you, he did this so often you stopped setting up the couch for him and just accepted your fate to be spooned every night by a creepy old dead guy who you may or may not have a crush on

...

The nights you've babbled in your sleep always brought on annoying mornings of beetlejuice teasing you, probably lying through his teeth over how you moan his name in you sleep to get you worked up for his own amusement, unfortunately you couldnt prove you didnt since your dreams never really stuck with you long after waking.

Hell with your late night chatter you even manged to summon beej once in your sleep, a night he was spending over at the Deetz, you manged to say his name 3 times in a row, spoken, unbroken, in your sleep, and boy was your face red when you woke up and saw the bastard in question sitting inches from your face with the widest shit eating grin you've ever seen on his face, that was an instance you couldnt deny saying his name in your sleep and dreaming about him, you missed him, of course you think about the demon when you two are apart, even the few days he's with the Deetz and the maitlands.

Tonight wasnt one of those nights, beetlejuice has spent the entire day glued to your side, chatting your ear off about all the scares he and lydia pulled in your absence, his stories always made you smile, the way he practically glowed green with excitement as he retold his showmanship to you.

The night went on with bad jokes and fun stories as the demon filled you in on all the fun you missed while you were doing boring adult breather things and how the two of you should mess with some unlucky breathers so he could show you how amazing he truly was, as if you needed proof that the ghoul was a ham who loved to show off.

As the two of you sat on the couch laughing away, forgetting the movie that basically became White noise to your conversation, a yawn escapes your lips

"Getting tired babes? Am I really that boring" the ghoul teased pinching you cheek

You groan and pull away "well, yeah, unlike you mister freeloader, I worked all day" you shrug before letting out another yawn

"Freeloader? Oh sugar, your words hurt" the ghoul fakes hurt, giving you an over exaggerated gasped face, with his hands over where a person's heart would be "I thought we had the mutual understanding that I was your trophy husband"

You give the demon a soft laugh "you wish-"

"Every night baby~" he purrs pink stripes slowly appearing in his hair

You freeze, it wasnt uncommon for beetlejuice to openly flirt with you, but that doesnt mean it didnt make you freeze up everytime, you werent exactly the type people lined up to date, nor were you very popular growing up, so the sudden and intense attention the demon gave you always made your heart pound.

"Uh, um, I think I'm gonna head to bed" you stammer before getting up "night beej" you mumble before disappearing into your bedroom.

The demon stifles a laugh, god slash satan you were a delight to get worked up, not to mention easy. He loved it, his favourite little breather was always so hot when they were an embarrassed mess.

The ghoul decides to finish the movie the two of you had on in the background, before heading to bed with you, he didn't need to sleep, just enjoyed being snuggled up to that soft warm body of yours, and it was more rewarding to sneak in after you were out cold, bed would be already warm, and with the added thrill of not wanting to wake you.

As the credits roll beetlejuice snaps his fingers and tv goes dark, the ghoul raises from the couch and gives a yawn and a long stretch as if he was exhausted. The demon makes his way to your room, standing outside your door he pauses at the sound of your voice

"Beetlejuice"

It was soft, barely audible, but herd it, guess you were still up, beetlejuice phases through your bedroom door, to be greeted by your sleeping form.

He stifled a chuckle, you were dreaming of him, tomorrow was gonna be great, the ghoul was already busy thinking about ways to poke fun at this in the morning, moaning out his name in you sleep? What kind of dream were you having babes? He could see your face now.

"Beetlejuice" you mumble again in a whisper

"Whoa there babes, you know the rule, one more time and I'm out" he whispers making his way to your bed.

"Beetlejuice" you sigh

"Y/N!" was the the only thing he had time to shout before vanishing.

His shout was enough to make wake you, but not enough to clue you in to what you just did, you grumble out a swear before rolling over and going back to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, a tad confused to not have a snoring dead guy weighing you down, normally on nights beetlejuice would stay over he'd slip into bed with you after you've fallen asleep, using your chest as a pillow.

You dont think much of it at first, heading to the kitchen to make some coffee before getting dressed, you did notice there was no beej there either, waiting for you kettle to boil you give your little home a quick sweep for the demon, nothing.

He's vanished to do his own thing before, he was a grown man, sometimes he'd duck out and mess with the neighbors in your apartment complex, but he would at least leave you a note or something.

You started to worry, what if something awful happened to him? Then it clicked, lydia must had summoned him away to hang out, that had to be it, and with that thought all dread left you so you could carry on with your day, since bj wasnt around you took the opportunity to get a few odds and ends done.

The day drags on into the late evening, you were enjoying the peace as you catch up on some reading.

Your phone rings, looking at the screen you see its lydia, that's odd, she normally texts you if anything

"Hello?"

"Y/n I need to ask beetlejuice something"

"Isnt he with you?"

"What? No-"

Dread returns to you chest, you havent seen him since last night, he left no note, he wasnt with lydia, did something awful happen? was he bored with you? You felt like you were going to be sick

"Y/n?"

"I gotta go" was all you could say before hanging up,

"Beetlejuice!"

Nothing

"Beetlejuice!"

Again nothing, he normally came after the second yell, anxiety for your dear friend make you since to your stomach in fear for the worst, you steady yourself and take a deep breath and say it for a third time

"Beetlejuice"

With a puff of green smoke there stood the ghoul, unfortunately sporting a purple hue

"Bee-"

"It took you that long to notice I was gone?"

"No, I-"

"Why did it take so long then? Enjoying your time without me?!" Red streaks began to show up amongst the purple

"I thought lydia summoned you back-"

"And you waited till now to check?!"

"I DIDNT WANT TO BOTHER THE TWO OF YOU" you yelled back, beetlejuice is taken abck by your volume, you take a deep breath "if I knew why you were gone I would have said something sooner, what happened?" You say calmly gently taking the demon's hand, red now fading away, though the purple stayed

"You sent me away, you said my name 3 times in your sleep and sent me back to the netherworld" he refused to look at you as if you did this on purpose to mess with him.

"Bee, I'm sorry, I would have never done that on purpose, i- i love having you around, and I, god, i miss you when you're not here, with me" now it was your turn to refuse eye contact, admitting such a cheesy thing, you wanted to just die, not that it would help.

The purple hue is quick to leave the ghoul's form in replacement with a much softer pink, you missed him, music to his ears.

"Sugar" beetlejuice grabs your chin and forces eye contact

You give him a soft smile seeing that he was no longer purple, but also when he pulls you into a rather over exaggerated dip and sloppy kiss "so how bout we make up for some lost time and you can make this little misunderstanding up to me, what do you say babes?~"

You only stutter and choke on your words as the demon spins you around

"Would you like to scare some delivery guy and watch a bad slasher?" You finally get out

The demon pauses for a moment, as if to think about this offer.

"Normally I'd be delighted honey, but I think you owe me~ how bout you have to sit on my lap the entire film~" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you, you swallow the lump in your throat, this was gonna be a long night

Bonus

The two of you were snuggled together on the couch, Beetlejuice's arms were around your waist, his head on your shoulder, your bum on his lap.

"So babes, whatever you dreaming about last night?"

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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Harringrove tag game! by @lovebillyhargrove

I was tagged by @mrsblackruby! tysm!! <3

1. Do they get together BEFORE MF possessing Billy or AFTER shit goes down? (Or maybe DURING😲)

Typically I say before, like at around Christmas time in ‘84. I think anybody in a small town puts aside character prejudices around the holidays and tries to make those connections with everyone, so I’ve always felt, especially since the fight was literally only a month before, that Steve would reach out to Billy the night of the Snowball and things would, well, snowball from there.

2. Who kisses who first?

Definitely Steve. I firmly stand by the hc that Billy’s never kissed a boy before Steve, and maybe Steve hasn’t either, but he’s the romantic, no way is he going to let Billy kiss him first.

3. Where do they have their first sex? (Location) (HJs and BJs count)

I don’t really have a solid answer for this? But definitely somewhere very spur of the moment, maybe somebody’s couch or the locker rooms?

4. Who says 💖 I LOVE YOU 💖 first?

Imma say Billy. Opposite of my last answer, I don’t feel like either of them would say they love each other on accident or like, in the moment. I think their first I love you’d would be very very controlled. I also think Billy has less experience with actually being in love, so when the time comes that he’s actually mustered up the courage to say it to Steve, I think he’s super nervous and practices the perfect scenario in his head a dozen times. It’s definitely not blurted out.

5. I believe this fandom is way past having hard feelings about it, so

BottomSteve! or BottomBilly?

I don’t have a strong opinion either way, but typically, I prefer bottom!Steve. No particular reason, that’s just the way I tend to read things!

6. Do they give gifts to each other?

Absolutely! Billy doesn’t have the disposable income to run out and buy Steve new things every time he wants to give him something, so I think he does a really cheesy like, giving him a kiss as a present and making a big deal out of it.

Steve is sort of the same way, in that he doesn’t like to give Billy material things, because he doesn’t want him to think he’s being pretentious or trying to hold his wealth over Billy’s head like he’s his mom or something, so he only gives Billy personal things. Old pilled t-shirts to wear to bed and a blanket to keep on the couch in his room that smells like him. Things like that.

They also try to make eachother things as presents, like food or little knick knacks in art class, but they always fail miserably and think it’s really funny when all they have to show is a smoking mess.

7. Where do they end up living? California, Chicago, Hawkins... Idk .. Alaska??)))) Any other location?

I honestly think they stay in Hawkins. I don’t think after everything Billy would be able to leave Max behind, and I also think that Steve would like having a connection to where he grew up, even if bad things happened there. If they did leave though, I see them going down south, maybe tourist trap Tennessee?

8. What are their future jobs?

In my mind that very much depends on if we’re following canon and this is post Starcourt or like, if it’s a whole new AU. Because after that I don’t think Billy would actually ever be physically well enough to work again. I know it’s a pretty unpopular opinion, bc the general hc is that he bounces back within a year or so with some scars (which is cool! I’m not knocking that I’m just sayin) but I think he'd be permanently disabled, on oxygen support 24/7, and just with all sorts of health complications from, you know, literally having a gaping hole in his chest, that would make it impossible for him to work. In that sort of scenario I usually think of Steve as a being teacher or an artist, something that he doesn’t have very long work hours or can do from home so he can be there to take care of Billy.

If we’re going with like, a no upside down or a Billy is never hurt au, I think he stays in Hawkins and just works in some sort of a mom and pop until he’s the new manager, like at an antique store maybe?

(p.s. stay tuned for an upcoming fic about Billy working in a fix-it shop!!)

As for Steve, I feel like he wouldn’t ever be able to settle on one career when he didn’t have limitations. I don’t really know what he’d eventually decide is his calling, maybe design of some sort? Jewelry making?

This is a hard question, I don’t really see them as being tied down to one career indefinitely, but I do know I don’t see either of them ever working desk jobs.

9. Who's a better cook?

Neither of them. Billy wasn’t allowed in the kitchen growing up because Neil said it’s a woman's place, and Steve is just god awful at following directions, like, can’t tell the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon or preheat the oven awful. They just eat takeout and like, cold sandwiches literally all the time until someone (Joyce) notices and teaches them how to cook on the weekends.

10. Steve Hargrove or Billy Harrington?

Billy Harrington. I don’t see him wanting to be a Hargrove anymore. He has no positive ties to the name with his mom leaving and his dad being his dad, so I think he’d want to take Steve’s last name. Also this is kinda weird but I am VERY particular about my middle name hcs (I think it’s an ocd thing? idk) and I have an alliterative name for Steve that wouldn’t work if he was a Hargrove instead of a Harrington, so that’s also part of the reason.

11. What's Max's reaction when she hears they're together?

I think probably just like, confusion. Not over Billy being with a boy, but over that boy being Steve. Like, she doesn’t know Steve well, but she knows he’s the responsible big brother to Dustin, and that’s the exact opposite of what her brother is like, so it catches her off guard. She’s definitely a little gossip though, wanting all the not-gross details about Steve from her brother. She’s basically just a little sister about it, I guess.

12. Describe in ONE SENTENCE Hopper's reaction when he hears the names Hargrove and Harrington mentioned together?

Not again.

13. Does Robin like Billy OR does Robin hate Billy?

I think she likes him. I have a little hc that she and him were together in an underground pre-gsa kinda thing in high school. She pretends she can’t stand him, but the two of them are quick best friends. (this might just be me but I think the two of them together would give statler and waldorf vibes)

14. What about Dustin?

Dustin I think actually thinks Billy is really cool. Like, he’s like a little double agent, hearing from Max all the annoying things about Billy, and from Steve the good things. He’ll gag if Steve gets too mushy over him and he’ll definitely join in with Max in calling Billy gross, and he also absolutely gives Billy a (very non-intimidating. he’s too soft) shovel talk, but I think he really likes and looks up to Billy as like, his other big brother.

15. Fav Harringrove AU?

Oh gosh, I can’t even pick. I think I like childhood friends aus best? They’re really fun to play with and it always ends up being super sweet. I’m a big fan of soulmates too for kind of the same reasons. I like mushy stuff.

16. Billy+Camaro=...??? (Not strictly Harringrove, but I can't not to ..)

I honestly don’t think Billy cares about the camaro that much. He’d be sad when it gets totaled because that was his only way of getting around and also his first car, but I don’t think the car itself has that much value to him. I mean, he treats it with absolutely zero respect, jumping curbs and driving too fast and slamming on those breaks. The camaro is just a car. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’ll tag: @lifegaurd-hargrove85! @deardmvz! and @strangebrainrot! no pressure! and as usual, if anybody else sees this and wants to participate, feel free!

#tag game!!#long post #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #ej writer

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justsassysworld · 4 years

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I. B. T. C.

After a shitty day at work out reader just needs some peace, and while Beej isn't great with that, he does offer his own special kind of comfort.

Beetlejuice x reader with breasts

Slamming the door shut behind you, you're equal parts relieved and sad to find your ghostly... something nowhere to be found. One hand you could use some comforting cuddles, on the other hand, you're in no mood to deal with talking him out of murder.

The day had been so nice; no crazies, a lot of regulars, everyone acting so polite. That asshole at the end just had to fuck it up.

You were literally minutes from clocking out, when this psudo preppy guy walks up and starts talking to you, just talking. Not wanting to be rude, you screwed on your most polite, and least sincere, smile and nodded along, all while praying the seconds would move faster.

Shaking your head, you shove away the memory. Stomping towards your bathroom, you shed your clothes, needing to physically wash away the encounter. Quickly ordering a pizza, you take a fast and scalding shower, wanting to go curl up on your couch. Passed caring, you dry off before marching naked to your room. Once there you throw on some shorts and an oversized shirt that belongs to your... boyfriend?

Wet hair dripping, you walk into your living room. You check your phone and realize your food will be here soon, so you put on your favorite comfort movie.

You go to the kitchen, get yourself a drink and grab everything else you'll want or need, and head back. Everything's strategically placed, leaving plenty of room for the pizza box.

The doorbell rings and you go answer it, getting everything squared up and recieving your reward for the awful day.

Turning, you let out a startled yelp, box flying from your hands.

Ghostly hands catch the box as another set reach out and grab you around the waist, pulling you in. The hands holding the box lift it above his head while the others draw you in for a kiss.

Even with the shitty day you had, his enthusiastic smooch has you smiling. Also, there's a new hand squeezing your ass.

"Mmm," he moans, pulling back. "What a delicious hello, sexy. What's for dinner?"

Grabbing one of his many hands, you pull him to the couch. You take the pizza and open it Vana White style, specifically adding, "My favorite, without snakes."

Chuckling, he let's you get the box settled before seating you in his lap. "So, what's the occasion?" he asks, practically spraying you with food.

"It's Friday?" you answer, hearing the lie in your voice.

His arm pauses with a slice in his hand. A frown crosses his face and he cocks a brow at you. Between one breath and the next you find one pair of hands holding your hips while another holds two pieces, one for each of you.

"Alright, sugar tits, tell Daddy what's wrong?"

At this point, you're used to Beetlejuice's nicknames. You normally love how creative he can be, but this one has you sucking in a breath and trying to get off.

Sensing your change of mood, he grows uncharacteristically serious, losing the set of hands with the pizza, and moving you to face him. Feeling self conscience, you cross your arms over your chest.

"Babes?" the genuine concern in his voice makes you want to hide, but since he's been so good with actually talking to you when he's been upset lately, you know you have to be fair.

Letting out a big sigh, you bury your face in his neck and tell him, "Some jackass at work. He tried to come on to me and when I shot him down he informed me that a chick as flat as me should be greatful a man like him even looked at me."

Beej stiffens beneath you. "Do you know the fucker's name?" he growls out, his demonic nature clear.

Rolling your eyes, you bite your lip and shake your head. "No, and I wouldn't tell you even if I did."

It's his turn to roll his eyes. With a snap of his fingers, both of you are topless. You move to cover yourself, but he grips your hands before you can.

"Bj?" you ask, one brow raised.

"Since you won't let me hunt the jackoff down," he grumbles against your neck. "I'm just gonna have to remind ya of how sexy you are."

"H-how?" you stutter as his teeth graze an incredibly sensitive spot.

An evil chuckle is his initial response. He pulls back just enough to stare into your eyes. "By reminding you of one important thing."

A quick twist and he's got you pinned under him, his face at chest level. "After I'm done with you, you'll never forget: a mouth full is all you need."

And that night leads to a record breaking number of orgasms in one weekend.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #I'm a tease #this is for the small chested folks out there #sassy writes #reader with breasts #f!reader

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strawberryaziraphale · 4 years

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reddie but eddie is richie’s bodyguard | part two | part three

If there was one thing Richie Tozier was proud of, it was his fans. They were much like him - loud, desperate for attention and knew how to have a laugh. He’d never particularly worried about his safety. There was the odd overzealous fan who would sneak into his dressing room and take a memento or break into his hotel room. Richie always shrugged it off, even sharing a drink with the fans before his manager, Steve, dragged in hotel security to escort them out. Eventually, he’d had enough and insisted Richie hire his own personal security before things got worse. The comedian was reluctant. It wasn’t his style, he didn’t want to appear unapproachable to his fans. But that all went to shit the moment he met Eddie Kaspbrak.

Richie first met him in his dressing room after one of his shows. Steve had hurried him backstage and through the crowd before he could even say a word, slamming the door behind them. He caught Richie’s eye immediately and he wasn’t disappointed with what he saw. Eddie was shorter than he expected but he was cute, lean, nice smile, lovely eyes. The whole package. Steve was busy pouring drinks, indicating the bodyguard as he did.

“Richie, this is Eddie Kaspbrak, the guy I was telling you about,” Eddie nodded in acknowledgement, accepting his drink of water from Steve. Richie didn’t say anything, choosing instead to glare at his manager. Steve rolled his eyes, knocking back his shot of whiskey, “I know what you’re gonna say, Rich, but that’s three times this week you’ve had a close call. What if next time they’ve got a gun?”

“What, you think he’s gonna stop them?” Richie indicated Eddie, who looked up, frowning slightly. The comedian hadn’t meant to offend him and quickly added, “no offence, man, but you know, you’re like five feet tall.”

“Five nine, jackass. It’s average height.”

It sounded to Richie as though that wasn’t the first Eddie had said that. The thought made him smile. He placed his empty glass on the coffee table and folded his arms, facing Eddie.

“Have you ever beaten anyone up before? And I’m not talking about for lunch money.”

Eddie and Steve exchanged a glance, the latter giving a single quick nod. In an instant, Eddie was on his feet and rolling up the sleeves on his jacket, “okay, asshole, you think you can take me?”

Richie smirked, “are we talking a fight or...?”

“Yeah. A fight.”

Richie wanted to laugh. The man was a little spitfire, small and angry. He wanted to wrap him in a blanket and play with his hair, not fight him. He glanced at Steve, noticing he was setting a handful of tissues and a bottle of whiskey on the table. He shrugged, stepping closer.

“Okay but I don’t wanna hurt-”

Eddie punched him, not hard enough to break his nose but hard enough to knock him off balance and stumble into the chair beside Steve. He held his throbbing jaw as Steve smugly handed over a pre-made ice pack. Richie grumbled, pressing it to his bruised mouth. Eddie sat beside him, tenderly dabbing at the small cut on his lip. Richie stared at him in awe, sighing dramatically.

“Okay, now I’m hard,” Eddie laughed, ducking his head to hide the cute little blush on his face. Richie smiled, too, “and you’re hired.”

“Well, this is me,” Richie said as he and Eddie entered his apartment. Immediately, the bodyguard swept the apartment, checking the windows and various rooms, “you don’t have to do that. I’ve been away on tour so the place is empty.”

"Does anyone use the apartment whilst you’re gone?” Eddie was frantically tapping away on his phone. Richie shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Nope. I mean, Stan waters the plants and looks after Beef Jerky but apart from that it’s just me.”

Eddie paused his typing, looking up curiously, “Beef Jerky?”

“My cat. BJ for short,” he said with a pleased smirk, “you should see the look on the neighbours faces when I call him in the mornings.”

Eddie didn’t know why but he found himself laughing, shaking his head as he continued to make notes. He’d never had a client make him laugh as much as Richie did. He’d also never enjoyed working a job as much as this one, despite only having had the assignment for a couple of hours. Richie was a great guy, funny, charming and good-looking. His stupid large glasses that kept slipping down his face, his wide goofy smile. Eddie could get lost in his eyes if he wasn’t careful.

“Okay, I’m going to need a list of friends and relatives you trust so I can give them clearance,” Richie nodded understandingly, watching Eddie pace around his messy apartment, “I’m gonna head home. We’ll go over basic defensive procedures in the morning. Here’s my number if you have a concern,” he handed over a card, displaying his personal contact number and emergency number, “lock the door behind me, don’t let anyone in you don’t trust.”

“Do you wanna stick around?” Richie almost blurted out the question, swallowing urgently and slowly adding, “you know, off the clock?”

Eddie looked amused as he removed his coat and jacket, draping them over the chair, “you want me to stay?” Richie nodded quickly, glancing briefly at his hot bodyguard. He’d rolled his sleeves again, the sight nearly making Richie pass out. Eddie, however, smiled at him, folding his arms, “I am kinda hungry. Do you wanna order some food?”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Richie smiled softly, moving over to the couch and patting the space beside him like a little kid with a crush. Eddie joined him shyly, keeping a respectable distance much to Richie’s disappointment. He quickly placed an order on his phone, tossing it aside and reaching for a controller, “Street Fighter while we wait?”

Eddie smiled, “you’re on.”

#I'd be very open to a part two if the response is good. just saying ;)#I think there's potential for a lot of flirting if eddie teaches richie self defence you know...#richie x eddie #reddie #eddie x richie #reddie fanfic #my writing

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monsterlovinghours · 5 years

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There’s no explanation for this. It’s just fluff. I had the idea at work and I spent my entire 7.5 hour shift thinking about it and I came home and I banged it out. Just let me be soft and self-indulgent, ok? Also they mention that time passes differently when you’re dead so to BJ it only feels like he’s been gone a month or two.

It wasn't like him to be nervous. At least, not topside. Here, he was the threat, the ominous force, the looming presence. He caused the gnawing pit in the stomach, not suffered it himself. Yet, here he was, in the same living room where it all began, chewing at his thumbnail and bouncing his knee, anxiously looking at the door. The house was different than Beetlejuice remembered, more lived in, the art actually tasteful and the walls covered in photos. It was evident that quite some time had passed since he'd left, but how much? Would Lydia still remember him? Was she even still alive? Had the Maitlands finally crossed over? What if the closest thing he'd ever had to a family was already gone?

Suddenly, the front door swung open, and a woman with dark hair pulled back into professional twist at the back of her head muttered something under her breath as she wiggled the key out of the old, sticky lock. She lifted her head and froze when she saw who was currently seated on her living room couch; or rather, floating in a seated position six inches above the cushion.

"Beetlejuice?"

His eyes widened as he got a better look at her face.

"Lyds?"

"Holy shit!" She dropped her bag and her keys, bolting across the room and throwing her arms around him; she was taller now, he noticed absently. Taller than him. "I can't believe you're here! I thought you'd left for good."

"Whoa, hold up, hold up," he muttered, holding her at arm's length and taking a closer look at her. "Fuck, kid...you look awful. Did you get old?"

She laughed. "Of course I got old, Beej. You've been gone twenty years." Her fingertips, nails painted a stylish matte black, touched her face, where maturity had softened her childish angles. He could still see the teenager he knew in her eyes, which had lost none of their sharpness or cunning, and he grinned, finally letting go of her hands. He had been relieved to feel that she was as solid as ever, as human as ever.

"So, twenty years…is that, like, a long time or something?"

Lydia laughed softly, settling down onto the couch and kicking off her shoes, revealing socks in stripes of green and black. "Long enough for me to get a PhD. in child psychology."

"Holy shit," he breathed, impressed and secretly about to burst with pride at her accomplishments. "Guess that means I gotta call you Doctor Deetz now?"

"Please don't."

Beetlejuice perched on the arm of the couch, elbows on his knees, still staring at her as if he still wasn't quite sure that she was his Lydia. "So, where's Chuckles and Diva at?"

"You mean Charles and Delia?"

"That's what I said."

"They're in Paris at the moment." She smiled and pointed to a snapshot on the wall of her father and stepmother on their wedding day. "He surprised her with a second honeymoon for their twentieth anniversary. Oh!" She stood suddenly, crossing to the foot of the stairs. "Almost forgot." Cupping a hand around her mouth, she yelled up the stairs. "Adam, Barbara! We have a guest!"

A split second later, the Maitlands appeared in the living room, phasing easily into view. Even after all this time, Beetlejuice still expected them to come running down the stairs, still clinging to the comforting limitations of being alive. He grinned, every tooth on display, as he extended his arms, as if to say here I am!

"Babs, Adam, babycakes! Didja miss me?"

He expected them to recoil, to remember the first time he had appeared to them in their living room and shrink back, but Barbara gasped and threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him so tightly he nearly choked on the breath he didn't need.

"Oh my god! You're back!"

Slowly, he hugged her back, hiding a small but genuine smile in her blonde hair. "So that'd be a yes?"

She drew back, smiling gently. "Of course we missed you. The house always seemed a little less alive with you gone."

"How's that for irony?" He snickered, then stepped back, looking between the two of them, his hands shoved in his pockets as he rocked on the balls of his feet. "Jesus, you two look exactly the same. Still a couple of boring yuppies?"

"Well, we've had to make some compromises here and there, but more or less." Adam absently fiddled with his watch, still set to the exact date and time that he had met his demise. Beetlejuice grinned and stuck out a hand, sure that while Barbara had warmed up to him, Adam was still wary. To his shock and delight, Adam took his hand, tugged on it, and pulled him into another crushing hug. He backed up once he was released, the corners of his mouth nearly touching his ears, a green tinge on his cheeks that was the closest thing to a blush he could muster.

"You, uh...you guys really embraced the whole 'forgive and forget' thing, huh?"

"Well, you did ride a sandworm into the living room to save Lydia." Barbara beamed as Lydia, hair now hanging loose around her shoulders, nodded in agreement. "And we've had a lot of time to think about everything that happened...you wanted what anyone would want, and we can't fault you for that."

"Now I feel almost bad for telling Charles to go fuck himself."

Lydia laughed, but Adam made a hushing gesture. "Mind your language around the kid, please."

"What kid? Jeez, she's gotta be nearly forty by now."

"I'm thirty-four, asshole."

"Lydia!"

"Sorry."

Barbara shook her head. "Not her." She pointed toward the stairs, that gentle smile returning to her face. "That kid."

Beetlejuice turned, his eyes widening as he saw a girl of no more than six with wide blue eyes and dark hair peering at the group of adults from between the newel posts of the banister. Lydia’s face lit up when she saw the girl, and she knelt and held out her arms.

“Hey, bug!”

The girl grinned and ran to her, wrapping her small arms around Lydia’s neck as she straightened and spun, swinging her in a wide circle. Once she was on her feet, the girl looked up at Beetlejuice, regarding him curiously. Lydia, positively glowing with pride, placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“This is Chloe. My daughter.”

His jaw nearly hung to the floor. For the first time in perhaps his entire existence, he was speechless, albeit momentarily. He looked to Lydia, to Adam, to Barbara, then back down to the girl, who was staring just as intently back at him. “I’m an uncle?! Why didn’t anyone tell me?!”

“You were gone,” Barbara said softly. “And we wanted her to be...well, used to ghosts before we introduced you two.”

Lydia sighed, picking Chloe up even though she seemed almost too big to be held. “She’s adopted, Beej. My fiancee and I got the papers finalized a couple of years ago, and she’s been getting used to life here. Adam and Barbara have been amazing help; you have no idea how happy I was when I brought her home and she immediately asked who the blonde lady was.” Turning her head, she pressed a quick kiss to her daughter’s cheek. “Clo, do you remember when you first came home? I told you stories about my friend BJ?” She nodded. “That’s him.”

Chloe fearlessly reached for his tie, lifting it to study the pattern. “Are you a ghost too, like Aunt Barbie and Uncle Adam? Can I call you Uncle BJ?”

Beetlejuice grinned, unable to help himself. “I’m the ghost with the most, squirt. And yeah, that’s fine and definitely not the weirdest thing I’ve been called,” he answered. Dropping the tie, Chloe echoed his smile and held out her arms. “Uh…” His hands twitched at his sides, as if he wanted to take her but didn’t quite trust himself.

“It’s alright, you can hold her.” Lydia smiled. “She’s mostly out of her biting phase by now.”

Snickering, he let the girl clamber onto him, helping her onto his back where she immediately wrapped her limbs around him. “So. You’re a doctor, you got a kid, and you’re getting hitched? Christ, kid, you’ve been busy.” He playfully knocked her arm with his elbow. “So, who’s the lucky guy?”

Adam and Barbara exchanged a knowing look in the beat before Lydia answered. “Her name is Lexie.” His brows shot up and his grin widened, but he said nothing else. “She’ll be home soon, I’m sure she’d love to meet you.”

“Really?” His smile fell a bit. “Does, uh...does she know the whole story?”

“She knows the important parts.” Lydia leaned against the banister, watching her daughter attempting to untangle a knot from Beetlejuice’s hair. “She knows that you saved my life twice, and that you saw me and understood me when no one else did. She knows you were my friend.”

“She also knows that you kissed me,” Adam added, and all of them stifled a laugh.

“So,” Beetlejuice started, unsure if what he was feeling now was hope or fear, “you guys...you’re okay with me sticking around?”

Lydia glanced over at the Maitlands, who shrugged and nodded. “For as long as you want,” she answered. The smile that before he had tried to hide now resurfaced, unable to be suppressed as he realized that yes, that sickening turning in his gut had to be hope. Despite everything he’d put them through, even after all this time, the Maitlands could look past the lies and Lydia could look past the betrayal. After all he’d done, they forgave him and made a place for him.

“Uh, Beej?”

“Yeah?” He looked down to see that he was floating approximately three feet off the ground, Chloe still tugging at his hair, seemingly oblivious to her sudden change of altitude.

“Can you bring my kid back down?”

“No.”

“BJ, I’m serious.”

“Nope. She’s my kid now.”

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #pure fluff #also lydia is a grief counselor who specializes in helping children cope with death #and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands #let beej be loved and accepted goddammit #b**tleb*bes dni #edited

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obsessive-ego · 3 years

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Just go with it

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Lewd mentions

Beetlejuice needs you to pretend to be his fiance or he's in trouble

"Babes?"

...

"Babes, wake up"

....?

"Y/n wake up"

What?

Was your first thought as you are shaken awake by the ghost who has made your home his, you mumble out something unintelligible as you grope around for your phone, you cringe as the bright light of the screen blinds you, as your eyes adjust to the light you groan, 4am.

"Beetlejuice, what-"

"Okay, babes, no time to explain but I need you to pretend to be my fiance" despite the odd statement beetlejuice sounded a tad worried.

"What?"

"Long story short I may have said a few things to some guys, and if we dont pull this off I will be dragged back to the netherworld" the ghoul whispered dragging you out if bed.

"Oh" was all you could muster is your drowsy state.

"So theres a suit from the netherworld waiting to meet you, in your living room, now" beetlejuice continued rubbing the back of his neck.

You sigh and shuffle about your room, slipping on slippers and giving your hair a quick once over, as you reach for your housecoat beetlejuice swats away your hand.

"Bee-"

Beetlejuice drops his jacket around your shoulders "this will work much better babes, we need to sell this"

You groan, you were too tired for this, thank god you didnt work in the morning, who knows how long this shit is gonna take, but as tired as you were you couldnt let whoever take your ghost back to the netherworld.

"Okay you're my fiance, I proposed a week ago, and you're head over heels for me, that last part wont be hard to fake huh doll?" The ghoul gives you a wink, you sigh.

"Wait, almost forgot" the ghoul snaps his fingers, you feel a light squeeze on you right handed middle finger.

Upon your finger appears rather tacky, pretty ring, the band was black and white, and resembled a snake, the gem was a brilliant green, you honestly felt your heart squeeze when you saw it, to be honest staring at the ring felt like a dream, maybe because you just woke up? It was beautiful, and the idea of it being for real kinda hurt knowing it was for pretend, but those feelings didnt matter right now, Beej needed you to help him avoid being dragged back to the netherworld, you can think about those depressing emotions later.

The two of you leave the bedroom, beetlejuice takes the lead as you shuffle behind.

As the two of you enter the living room you could help but pause and stare at the 'suit' beej claimed that was waiting for you.

In your little arm chair sat a fairly tall skeleton man, his bones a blueish hue, wearing a lime green suit that looked fresh off the rack, guess not all dead guys wore dirty clothes, in all honesty this was your first time seeing another dead person aside from the maitlands and beetlejuice, they were human, beej was humanish, but this guy looked like he walked out of a cartoon.

"Sorry for the wait, you know breathers, they need to sleep" beetlejuice cackled snapping you from your thoughts "well there's y/n, theres the ring, and theres the door, feel free to use it" beetlejuice snears, wanting to get this whole thing done with, yes he adored messing with you, and with different circumstances this could have been funny, but too much was on the line for him and you were an awful liar, he loved you sure, but theres no way you could pull off lying.

"Y/n I presume?" The skeleton gestures to you, completely ignoring beetlejuice, you nod "its pleasure to put a face to the name, I apologize for the rude awakening, when you've been dead for as long as I have, you tend to lose the meaning of time, my dear this wont take long, we just need to clear up some loose ends then you can get back to your rest" the skeleton gestures you to sit on the couch next to beetlejuice who has already made himself comfortable.

You gently sit down next to BJ who was quick to drape an arm over your shoulders and pull you into his side.

The skeleton pulls out a clipboard from his jacket and flips through the pages

"Lawrence B Shoggoth, y/n m/n l/n, I have requested an audience with you two to clear up some issues with Lawrence's recent updated paper work, not to mention a handful of rumours that need to be put to bed" the ghoul flips through the papers "it says here the y/n you are Lawrence's spouse, is that true?"

You nod

"You see y/n, Lawrence here cant be trusted at face value, so that is why I must converse with you on the matter, so you are his fiance correct?"

"Yes"

"I see, now how long have the two of you known each other?"

"About a year or so" you shrug

"Mmmhmm" the ghoul scribbles down something and continues "now when did he propose to you?"

"Last week" this was so anxiety inducing, for a man with no eyeballs it sure felt like he was staring into your soul.

"Now what drawn you to such a, oh how do I put this, such a man?"

You hear beetlejuice huff out as if he was insulted.

"Well, beetlejuice may be rough around the edges, and can be a dick at times, but he's great company, hes funny, witty, has great taste in movies, and he makes me smile, hes also, well, he's also good looking too" you look away from both parties, as you were clearly embarrassed over what you said, it was the truth, but it still made your face burn.

Beetlejuice leans forward, looking in your direction, eyes wide and mouth a gape, his hair now a bright pink.

"Mr Shoggoth, you look surprised at y/n's words" the ghoul grabs Beetlejuice's attention.

"Heh, you see y/n is the shy type, hearing that type a thing is rare and ALWAYS gets my attention". Beetlejuice slicks his hair back removing the pink and resetting it to its default green.

"Mmmmhmmm" was the ghoul's only response as attention was drawn back to you.

"So y/n you truly are betrothed to Lawrance, you want to be wed to him on purpose?" The skeleton's tone was almost surprised, as if beetlejuice was the most revolting creature in existence and you wanting, out of your own free will to be bound to such a thing, was the most insane thing he has ever herd.

You nod, beetlejuice gives the skeleton a smug toothy grin.

"This isnt a joke, nor is he blackmailing or threatening you?" His tone sounded desperate, as if he needed to prove beetlejuice was lying for his own good.

You only shake your head, while beetlejuice surpresses a laugh

"Ya see bone head? I'm innocent~" he chuckles, squeezing you close to his side.

"Y/n you are aware of what you're doing for Lawrence correct?" The skeleton sounded almost smug, you only stare back, waiting for him to elaborate.

"You see y/n, you are doing Lawrence here a huge favor, when the dead marry the living, they are able to walk the earth like you do, you are granting him life, something he has never had, this is why we must confirm with you, that you understand what he's doing" the skeleton gestures to beetlejuice, the demon only rolls his eyes in response.

"I know"

Attention is drawn to you

"I know all about that life giving thing, beetlejuice told me about it"

"Well you see y/n, this isnt the first time Lawrence has-"

"I know, I was told, by him and the person he tried to marry the first time, small world huh"

The skeleton pauses for a moment then coughs into his fist, as if to regain his composure after being surprised, he continues "I see, Lawrence has been honest with you, I didnt think he had it in him"

Beetlejuice snarls at the comment, tips of his hair turning red.

"Just a few more loose ends y/n then you can return to your rest" the skeleton flips through his papers "ah, Lawrence, y/n may have been couched, and since you seem so eager to speak, I do have a few things I need to clarify with you, if the two of you are in love as you say and this isnt a farce, you would know plenty about your future spouse, when was y/n born?" The skeleton snears as if hes caught you two red handed

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "easy *birthday day and year* hell I woke them up with some early morning birthday head"

You cover your face in embarrassment at that comment, yet you were surprised he knew the year.

"Correct, and might I saw congratulations on a LEGAL partner this time"

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes at the low blow before grumbling "it was a green card thing"

The skeleton ignores Beetlejuice's comment and continues "what drew you to this breather? And please keep it out of the gutter"

Beetlejuice huffs "spoil sport, y/n here is one of the kindest, sweetest, softest breather I ever met, they let me do whatever I want, they want me around, no stings attached, they got great taste, just look at the company they keep, and let me tell ya, the first time we met they sucker punched me in the jaw for scaring them, and I've been dreaming of that swing ever since"

You just stare at the ghoul, he remembered that? He remembered how he first met you? When lydia locked you in the basement and he jumped out at you, successfully scaring you but earning himself a fist in the jaw, wow. Your face felt hot remembering that, what a frist impression.

The night droned on and on with dull questions the suit had lined up to prove beetlejuice was lying, but every question had an appropriate answer, and the skeleton knew he could not prove anything as the night went on.

Low on patience and time he decided call it quits.

The skeleton pushes his clipboard back into his jacket and sighs "I appreciate your time y/n, thank you for your cooperation, and Lawrence, I look forward form your departure of death, a short vacation from you is the pick me up I deserve" the skeleton raises up from your chair and walks over to a wall on the other side of the room, you watch him draw a door, and knock 3 times, you're livingroom wall opens up to the netherworld. You freeze at the sight, you always felt uneasy seeing the netherworld portal open up, maybe it was a living thing? As if beetlejuice felt your discomfort he pulls you into a side hug, grounding your anxiety, you give a sigh of what feels like relief.

The skeletontirns to face the two of you "Before my departure, y/n I do have one final thing to ask you, can you kiss Lawrence for me?"

"What?" You gawk in confusion

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "what? You the type of guy who gets off on watching others get hot and heavy, I mean I feel ya, but if you insist, I can help a guy out" beetlejuice is quick to cup your face "give daddy some sugar~" he purrs puckering up to go in for the kiss.

"Lawrence you misunderstand me, I ask y/n, if you two are truly betrothed, shy or not, y/n shouldnt have any issues kissing their lover" the skeleton gestures to you, without eyeballs or eyebrows he sure wore a smug face, as if he found you two out.

Beej snorts out his nose, great, he's fucked, theres no way you could sell this now, the ghoul had to take the lead and try to steer this away from what this bureaucrat wants "Shy or not, my little sex pot here isnt too keen on others watching, believe me, I tired, the only thing they wont do in the bedroom-"

"Bee, it's fine" you interject, gently grabbing the demons sleeve, he looks at you mouth agape, green slowly blossoming into pink in his face and hair.

"You mind leaning down honey?" You ask softly, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, yes beetlejuice has kissed you more times then you could remember, and yes, youd be lying if you didnt enjoy them, but taking the lead? That was new, and to have someone watching? Not to mention if you dont make this look good he's gonna take beetlejuice away.

Beetlejuice on the other was practically glowing pink, and vibrating with excitment, not to mention drooling.

You gently cup the demons face, running your thumbs across his stubble, you swore you could hear the demon purring, you take a deep breath through your nose before closing the gap between the two of you.

Beetlejuice's hands find homes for themselves, on in your hair, the other on the center of your back. Your hands move from the demon's face and bury themselves in his messy hair, gently giving his head a scratch, you squeak with surprise as the ghoul lifts you up from the ground, instinct kicks in nd you wrap you legs around his waist, lips still locked with his, you feel his tongue probing at you mouth, begging for your permission to enter, you oblige, his tongue wasnt new to you, you felt it a handful of times, running up the side of your face when the ghoul was trying to get your attention mostly, but in your mouth?

It was long, and big, and kind of cold, it easily took the lead, exploring your mouth.

You push on Beetlejuice's chest to notify him you needed to breath, the two of pull your lips part from each others, a thin line of saliva still connecting the two of you.

"Oh Lawrence" you sigh

The demon now completely electric pink, still holding you up growls before asking "couch?"

You hum out "yes"

Before the ghoul flops backwards on the couch, having you sit on top of him, you give his tie a quick yank and he groans in response.

"Oh doll, you're lucky you dont work tomorrow, cuz I want you to ride me all night~"

"Ahem!"

The two of you freeze for a moment, beetlejuice snickers at your face, clearly embarrassed, you pause for a moment, swallowing your shame before addressing the ghoul who was still here

"You're still here?" Was all you manged to breath out

"I mean I'm into it, but y/n? Not so much, and they clearly arent into you watching so" beetlejuice snorts, trying to wave the skeleton off so the demon could relax.

"I see, y/n you clearly are attracted to him, and understand all the consequences of marrying the dead, I declare that Lawrence B Shoggoth was, in fact, telling the truth, this should be a holiday, such a rare occasion" the skeleton trailed off as he walked into the netherworld, you only watched as he vanished and the walls of your little apartment rearranged themselves like it never happened.

You sat top beetlejuice for a moment, sighing over dodging the bullet of losing your, very dear friend, you may or may not be head over heels for.

You're reminded of where you were sitting with a familiar pinch on your butt.

"Hey honey~" the ghoul purrs

You jerk up at recalling the situation you're in, beetlejuice groans at you movement

"Careful sweets, keep moving like that and you'll turn this semi into a boner" he snorts out a chuckle.

You're quick to get off the demon, though he did grunt in protest, before sitting back up and pulling a couch cushion over his lap, despite how crude he was, he did have SOME common courtesy.

As much fun as it would have been for the demon to tease you on your rather hot actions, he noticed how your attention wasnt on him, rather then you were staring at the wall that was once the door to the netherworld.

"So we did it?" Was all you seemed to whisper

"Yup, I got to hand it to you babes, you did quite a good job fooling that stiff"

You turn back to the demon and give him a soft smile feeling completely relieved.

"You know it's funny y/n, you're a terrible liar, and you sure as hell cant act, you got way too many tells, but yet, I didnt see a single twitch nor did I hear a single stutter, why's that?~" you knew that tone oh too well, it was the 'I know something embarrassing about you' tone, it was smug yet made your legs turn to jelly.

"I guess when it comes down to really important stuff i guess i can-" you stammer while fiddling with the hem of your shirt

"I dont think so dolly" beej was quick to interrupt "babes, you've been wearing my jacket the whole time, I've seen you keep glancing down at the ring, and fuck me, the amount of fire in that kiss, someone like you cant fake that"

You refuse to look his way, this was one hell.of a way to come clean with your feelings, a heavy silence fills the room, though you're pretty sure beetlejuice could hear your heart pounding away.

As if the ghoul could sense your discomfort, he sighs "ya know babes, it's pretty late, and breathers need to sleep, so how bout you head back to bed and I'll finish grilling you in the morning"

Glancing back at beetlejuice you could see the flicks of purple appearing in the pink mess of his hair, you give the ghouls half hearted smile, as you go to take off the jacket he raising his hand motioning you to stop

"Its gonna be cold tonight babes, how bout you keep it warm for me?"

"Oh, alright, night Bee, glad I could help you" you wave off as you head to your bedroom to over think what just happened.

Beetlejuice groans when he hears the familiar sound of your bedroom door closing, he was so close to getting a real confession out of you, but tomorrow morning is gonna be pretty dangerous for you, he sighs removing the pillow from his lap, he had a more pressing matter to attend too, and with your taste on his tongue and the beautiful imagine of you on top of him yanking at his tie, this 'problem' wont take long to deal with.

Bonus

The next morning was quite awkward, beetlejuice wasnt kidding about grilling you in the morning, but at least what felt like an interrogation last night, now felt like childish teasing

"Bee, can I ask you something about last night?"

The ghoul beams with excitement at your question "anything you want babes"

"If we would have failed, what would have happened to you, you said you would have been dragged back to the netherworld and" you pause hoping the ghoul would fill in

"Oh, yeah, if we would have got caught I would have had to spend a week in the netherworld with my mother fixing this paperwork and just being chewed out, a nightmare babes, we dodged a bullet" he raises his hand for a high five as if to congratulate you on helping him out

"What, I'm sorry what"

Beetlejuice lowers his hand and frowns at your response

"Beetlejuice I was worried sick, I thought they were gonna take you away forever, i was terrified if i fuck up I'd never see you again, like what am i supposed to do without you?! I dont want you to leave me" you practically screamed

Beetlejuice only started at you, slowly soaking in what you said

'I dont want you to leave me'

His blank stare slowly shifts to a smile, flicks of pink appearing in his hair "dont worry sugar, you're stuck with me"

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader

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newstanmarshblog · 3 years

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The Average and Unusual Couple: Chapter Eleven

It’s halloween at South Park, and while everyone in town was talking about trick & treaters and the upcoming party being held at the South Park community center, Stan was thinking about something else. In his mind, today is more than just an ordinary halloween, he plans on doing something huge that could live on as the biggest halloween night he’ll ever remember. Stan is going to confess his true feelings for his newly love interest: Lydia Deetz. He’s been holding on keeping his real feelings for Lydia ever since shortly after they first met each other, but today is the right day to finally let it all out. He’ll get to say to Lydia that he loves her on her most favorite night of the year. However before he makes his love confession to her, Stan wants to give Lydia the greatest halloween night that she’ll ever have.

It’s just before dark as Stan and his mother have arrived at the Deetzes house. Dressing up as Indiana Jones, Stan was also holding some dead roses and a small bat plush doll for Lydia. So far, only his mother knows about on what he plans to do tonight because he feels that his mother is the only trust worthy person in keeping his confessing plans a secret. He feels that if he were to tell his friends about his big plan for halloween night, they wouldn’t keep quiet about it that could’ve caused for Lydia to hear about it.

Sharon: How are you feeling, Stanley?

Stan: Nervous, but I’m still fully ready to tell Lydia about my feelings for her.

Sharon: I remember back when your father first said that he loves me, and while he was nervous about it, he still put on a confident look towards me when he said, “I love you.” And I know that you can do it, sweetheart. I believe in you. *smiles*

Stan: Thanks, mom. I don’t know how she’s gonna react when I confess my love for her even though I can tell that she cares about me just as much as I do for her.

Sharon: Judging on the way how you two have been spending a lot of time together, I bet she’ll be very happy to hear your feelings for her.

They both get out of the car, and then walk towards the front door. Sharon rings the doorbell, and opening the door was Charles dressing up as Babe Ruth.

Charles: Hello, you two! Happy halloween!

Sharon: Hi, Charles. Nice Yankees outfit you got on ya.

Charles: Why, thank you. I’m wearing my full Babe Ruth uniform as the way he would’ve wore them during his career. Growing up from New York, the Yankees has been my most favorite sport team ever, and I still love them to this very day.

Stan: Is Lydia ready yet?

Charles: She will be in just a minute. In the meantime, come on in.

Both Stan and his mother come in the house, and take their seat on the couch. Delia comes out from the kitchen holding a huge bowl of popcorn for she, her husband, and Sharon will be watching Hocus Pocus while Stan and Lydia are at the halloween party.

Delia: Happy halloween, you two! And great Indiana Jones costume you got there, Stan.

Stan: Thanks, Mrs: Deetz. Indiana Jones has been one of my action heroes ever since I was five, and this is my first time dressing up as him.

Delia: And what about your husband, Sharon? I thought he was gonna join us for halloween night.

Sharon: I told him about it, but he’s more focus on selling his Tegridy Farms Halloween Special part 2 products. And believe me, it’s really hard to pull him out from his weed obsession on any day, especially on any holiday.

Charles: *calling to Lydia from downstairs* Pumpkin, your best friend is here!

Lydia: *replying back from her bedroom* Thanks, father! I’m just about ready! Coming down right now!

As Lydia makes her way walking down on the stairs, Stan was checking out the outfit that she was wearing, and she looked very gorgeous to him. The black robe, the vampire like cape, the gothic purple sash tied around her waist, the ruby gemstone that’s placed just above her chest, spiked raven hair, a headband with a skull on it, and her usual beautiful face makeup. She was so stunning, and Stan reacted with an awe look on his face while making a little blush.

Stan smiling: My god, Lydia. You truly had let out your full spooky beauty today. I love it very much!

Lydia smiling: Thank you, Stan. This is my witch outfit, and I made it all by myself.

Stan: Really now?

Lydia: Yep. I’ve been making my own halloween costumes every year since I was ten.

Stan: You’ve done an incredible job with it. You might be a huge standout when we get to the party.

Lydia: *laughs* Who knows, but we’ll see. And you look quite a standout yourself too, Dr. Jones.

Stan: *laughs* Thanks. I’ve been wanting to dress up as Indiana Jones for some years now, and I finally got the opportunity last summer when I saw this leather jacket and this fedora for a good deal online from Goodwill. Oh, and these are for you. Happy halloween!

He hands over the dead roses and bat plush doll to Lydia.

Lydia: Aww, Stan. You shouldn’t have.

Stan: You’ve done a lot for me for the past couple weeks that I’m very grateful for all of them. And since you were the first to give me presents, it’s now my turn to give you some gifts as well. So, why not do it on your most favorite day of the year.

Lydia happy: I can’t wait to display these roses in my room, and I also love the cute little bat too. Thanks.

Sharon: Would you two like a picture together before you head off to your party?

Stan: Sure!

Lydia: I’ll grab my camera from my bedroom. Just give me a moment.

After running back upstairs to grab her camera and then coming back down, Lydia hands over her camera to Delia since she’s the only other person that knows how to use it. Stan and Lydia set themselves by standing next together with the dinner table behind them, and Delia keeps herself in a good distance in order to get the perfect picture of them both.

Delia: Smile, and say happy halloween!

Lydia: Ooh, mother. I love halloween, but I don’t wanna be corny about it.

Delia: *sigh* Whatever. Just make a good smile then.

Stan and Lydia make their smile, and Delia snaps a picture of the halloween couple. Afterwards, Lydia takes a look at the picture on her camera, and it came out just the way that she and Stan hoped for.

Lydia: It looks wonderful, mother. I can’t wait to get this picture in frame.

Delia: Me too. You two look so adorable together.

Sharon: Just seeing you two together like that not only warms my heart, but I also feel very proud by it too. You’re growling up so fast for me, Stanley.

Stan: Time sometime does go by pretty fast, that’s for sure.

Lydia: Ready to go, Stan?

Stan: Right beside you all the way.

Charles: Have fun at the party, you two. And remember to be back here by 10:00.

Lydia: We’ll give you guys a call when we leave.

Stan: And I hope you all enjoy your movie night together.

Sharon: We definitely will. I haven’t seen Hocus Pocus ever since my college years, and I’m pretty excited to see how it holds up.

Stan: See you guys later, and have a great halloween night.

Delia: You too. Enjoy your party!

As Stan and Lydia leave the house and start to make their way to the community center, they come across many trick & treaters as they walk by them.

Stan: So out of every halloween costume that you’ve worn so far, which one is your most favorite?

Lydia: This costume actually. It has the right type of gothic nature feeling that I often associate with myself. And I’ve worn it once before at the Netherworld.

Stan: How did that go?

Lydia: Me and Beetlejuice dressed up as witches in order to sneak into the Witches’ Ball to recuse my cat over there. Percy snuck into the Netherworld with me by accident, and was later kidnapped by a real witch.

Stan: Woah, dude.

Lydia: Percy was thankfully alright when we recused him. And as for the witches, they didn’t treat us so kindly at first when they saw through our disguise. But after BJ showed them how to have a fun halloween party, we became good terms with them ever since.

They soon make a quick pit stop at the school bus pick up area where they go into behind one of the big trees in order to call in Beetlejuice without any seeing. Stan quickly checks one more time to be sure no one else is around.

Stan: Okay, there’s no one around but us.

Lydia: Good. Let’s bring him here quickly before anyone sees us.

Both Stan and Lydia: Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!

The Ghost With The Most automatically appears right in front of them with a jack-o’-lantern as his head.

Beetlejuice excited: Happy halloween! *laughs hysterically* Boy, I can’t wait to show South Park how much of a party animal I can be! *turns himself into an ape with a party hat on, and does some dance moves*

Stan: *laughs* I know that you’ve been looking forward to this party all month long, and I can’t wait for you to meet my friends. But just try not to get too crazy over there, alright? This town already had enough insane ghost experience in the past that they’re trying to forget about it.

Beetlejuice: *turns himself back to normal* Yeah, yeah, I get your point. *notices Stan’s Indiana Jones outfit* Hey, since when you decided to rip off from one of my disguises?

Stan: You dressed up as Indiana Jones before?

Beetlejuice: Actually, I prefer to be named as Grimdiana Bones. *his eyes popped wide open, and panics* Shit!

Suddenly, a huge boulder shows up rolling towards him.

Beetlejuice: AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

The boulder runs over him, resulting his entire body to be laid on the ground as flat as a human cardboard.

Lydia: Oooo, are you okay?

Beetlejuice: Ow, give me a sec. *uses his right thumb to blow himself back in normal shape* I gotta find a better way in saying that name without getting run over.

Lydia: Maybe try to be careful on what you say for tonight so that way the party won’t end up in chaos.

Beetlejuice: Whatever you say, Babes. Now come on, it’s time to party!

A few minutes later, they finally reached to the community center. And as they walk in, there’s a lot of halloween decorations spread around, a couple large tables that holds many snacks and drinks, and everyone at the party were wearing costumes.

Lydia: Deadly Vu! This party is a lot bigger than I expected!

Stan: Like what you’re seeing here so far?

Lydia: Yep! The decorations here are spectacular.

Stan notices some of his friends heading towards them. It was Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny. Kyle is dressed up as the Green Lantern, while Kenny is dressed up as the Mandalorian, and Cartman is dressed up as Baby Yoda.

Stan: Sup, guys!

Kyle: Sup, you two. Sweet costumes!

Lydia: Thank you! I’ve made this witch outfit all by myself.

Kenny: It looks very beautiful in a very spooky way, Lydia.

Lydia: Being spooky is in my blood.

Cartman: And who’s the stinky guy behind you two lovebirds?

Beetlejuice: I should be asking you the same question, fat goblin.

Cartman getting pissed: What did you call me?

Lydia: Sorry, he likes to give people funny nicknames. Anyway, this is Mr. Beetleman. He’s a good friend of mine that also moved here from Peaceful Pines.

Kyle: Did you move here right around the same time as Lydia and her parents?

Beetlejuice: I like to make my own schedules. Arriving here just in time to introduce myself on the best night of the year.

Kenny: Which area in South Park did you moved into?

Beetlejuice: The dirtiest part in this town. I’m a grotesque type of a guy. *opens his mouth to show off his greenish teeth and disgusting tongue* See?

Cartman: *laughs hysterically* Sounds like you have new dirty neighbor living next door to you, Kenny!

Beetlejuice: I was talking about the sewers.

Kenny: Ummm, good for you then.

Stan: Anyway, your costumes are just as sweet as ours. Especially yours, Kenny.

Kenny: Thanks, dude.

Cartman: *groans* I should’ve been the Mandalorian instead.

Stan: Did something happen between you two?

Kyle: They had a bet last week on who can get through the longest on listening to Jimmy Fallon’s lame jokes without turning it off. The winner gets to be Mando, and the loser has to dressed up as Grogu, aka Baby Yoda as everyone still calls him. Cartman stopped listening to the jokes within thirty seconds, and Kenny won the bet.

Stan: I gotta say, you do look super cute in that costume, Cartman. You really do look like Baby Yoda just as he was in the show.

Cartman annoyed: Shut up, hippie.

Beetlejuice: You call that a bet? *pfft* I would’ve made a bet on who can hold their breath the longest in a toxic waste bathtub.

Lydia: Is Wendy and Bebe here too?

Kenny: Last I saw them, they were hanging out together by the drink table.

Lydia: Thanks.

Stan: Oh, cool. I wanna see who they’re dressing up as.

Beetlejuice: Ah, what the hell. I’ll join with you two before I start partying.

They head over to where Wendy and Bebe are at. When they approach them, they can see the costumes that two girls were wearing. Wendy was wearing a short black hair wig, a long grayish top with a red shirt underneath it, black gloves, and red & dark red leggings. Bebe had a huge blonde hair wig, and a long skirt pink dress.

Lydia: Hey, girls.

Wendy: Hi, Lydia. Hi, Stan. Awesome costumes!

Stan: Same goes to you two. I can tell that Bebe is Rapunzel from Tangled, but who you’re supposed to be, Wendy?

Wendy: I’m Cassandra from the Tangled TV series.

Stan: Tangled had a TV show?

Bebe: It ran for 3 seasons on Disney Channel. Many people overlook the show since they think of it mainly as a cartoon show for little girls, but it’s actually a really good show. It has a great voice cast, great songs, good storying telling, and wonderful animation. Give it a watch whenever you guys can.

Lydia: Thanks for the recommendation, but I’m not as super into Disney stuff as most people are. Although I do enjoy their villain roster.

Wendy: Do you have a favorite Disney villain?

Lydia: Maleficent would have to be my favorite pick. Her outfit is so magnificently evil, and she’s just so good at being bad.

Bebe: Tell me about it, she’s literally one of the greatest villains of all time.

Beetlejuice: Sounds like she might be a really fun baddie to hangout with.

Wendy: Oh, I didn’t noticed you from behind. Who are you?

Stan: This is Mr. Beetleman. Mr. Beetleman, this is Wendy and Bebe.

Wendy: Please to meet you, Mr. Beetleman. *she smells Beetlejuice’s stench* Eww, something smells like rotten meat mixed with Cartman’s gym bag.

Beetlejuice: That would be me. *laughs*

Bebe disgusted: Oh god! You have the most disgusting smell that I ever sniffed at!

Beetlejuice: Aww, I’m flattered! Just hearing those words is making me want to turn my—

Both Stan & Lydia: DON’T!

Wendy and Bebe looked at them with a confuse look on their faces.

Beetlejuice: Oh, right. But anyway, I seriously appreciate your compliments, ladies. Now if you’ll all excuse me, I’m gonna start partying like Philadelphia winning a sports championship. *heads off to the dance floor area to party*

Wendy: Umm, do you two actually hangout with that guy?

Lydia: He’s a friend of mine and my parents that recently moved here from Peaceful Pines too. He may smell gross, but he can be a pretty helpful person whenever you need an extra hand.

Stan: And he knows how to give anyone a fun time.

Bebe: We’ll keep that in mind the next time we talk to him, although I wish that he can give himself a bath right away.

Stan: Sorry, but he loves his smelly personal hygienes, and hates to be clean. You’re gonna have to in getting used to him being a 24/7 dirty person.

Meanwhile at the dancing floor, Beetlejuice interacts with Dog Poo.

Beetlejuice: Hey, kid. You smell just as gross as me. What’s your name?

Dog Poo: Everyone just calls me Dog Poo.

Beetlejuice: Dog Poo?! *laughs* That’s gotta be one of the best goddamn names that I’ve heard in years! Put it there, Doggy Poo!

Both he and Dog Poo shake each other hands.

Dog Poo: And what’s your name?

Beetlejuice: The name’s Mr. Beetleman, but please just call me Beetleman.

Dog Poo: *smells Beetlejuice’s stench* Ooo, you smell way worse than me! What did you rolled yourself into?

Beetlejuice: Pretty much every disgusting thing that you can imagine. Rotten food, waste dumps, dead bugs, dirty water, cow crap, and I even give my armpits a skunk spray every morning.

Dog Poo: Damn, even I wouldn’t get too close with a skunk. You truly are the king of stinks!

Beetlejuice: That’s what I do for a living!

The song Jump in The Line begins to play, and that got Lydia excited.

Lydia: Oh my god, this is my most favorite song ever! You wanna dance to it, Stan?

Stan: Oh, umm, I haven’t done any dancing since I was in the fourth grade, and I don’t think that I can do it well anymore.

Lydia: Oh, come on, dude! This is one of the best songs to dance along with. Just give it a try for me, please?

Stan: *sigh* Alright, I’ll do it. But only just for you.

Lydia smiling: Thank you! Now, let’s dance!

Both she and Stan walk to the dance floor, and as they got there, Lydia begins to make some dance moves. Shaking her body, raising up her arms, and snapping her fingers. Stan on the other hand was shaking his body a little less, and raising his fist underneath his chain while moving them left and right repeatedly.

Lydia: Is that the best that you can do?

Stan: Like I said, I haven’t danced in years.

Lydia: Well then, let me get you in full spirt. First, raise up your arms, and then snap your fingers much like how I’m doing it.

Stan. Okay. *raises up his arms, and starts to snap his fingers*

Lydia: Good. Now shake your body more faster, but not too fast.

He begins to shake his body at the same rate speed as Lydia was doing it.

Lydia: That’s it! You got it!

Stan: *laughs a bit* Wow, this feels so good.

Lydia: Try to dance along with me as best as you can.

Stan smiling: Got it!

Both move their bodies up and down while moving their fist left and right for a couple times, and then shake the bodies left and right while raising their fist up and down.

Stan: You wanna try using our feet now?

Lydia: You go first, and I’ll follow.

Stan starts off by rolling around his fist, then steps to the right, and steps back to the left. He does the dancing moves over and over again as Lydia follows his foot steps. Stan then makes a quick spin, and has one of his hands close to Lydia.

Stan: Now let’s try dancing while holding each other hands.

Lydia smiling: Sure, let’s give it a try.

They hold each other hands, Stan raises up his arm, and Lydia does a twirl dance move. Then they have all of their hands locked into each other, start step dancing side to side, and then they do it back and forth. And as the song reaches its end, Stan raises up his arm up one more time to give Lydia an another twirl.

Lydia: Looks like your dancing moves had never left you after all of those years.

Stan: Yeah, and thank you for giving me the convince to dance again. It was really fun.

Lydia smiling: Glad to help.

For much of the rest of the Halloween party, Stan and Lydia chit-chatted with many of their friends, and even had one more dance with each other while the song Come and Get Your Love played. It was now almost 9:30 pm as they were talking with Butters.

Butters: …and that’s why I decided to dress up as a Hello Kitty zombie for this Halloween.

Lydia: Umm…I’ll give you credit, I’ve never seen anyone taking that idea and turn it into a full costume. How about you, Stan?

Stan: I can’t believe that you’re still into Hello Kitty to this day.

Butters: So, cute pets are some of my favorite things. I know that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but Hello Kitty still brings a smile in my face whenever I’m not in a good mood.

Stan: Just be careful when you share that kind of guy to people. Many will think of you as very weird because not a lot of guys like Hello Kitty stuff.

Butters: I understand.

Stan checks on his phone, and sees that it’s 9:30.

Stan: Hey, Lydia. There’s something that I need to talk with you about privately before we head back home. Can we talk about it outside?

Lydia: Sure, Stan.

Stan: And Butters, can you tell Mr. Beetleman that me and Lydia are outside in case if he ever needs us.

Butters: Will do, Stan. And in case if I don’t see you two again, have a good night, and happy halloween.

Lydia: You too, Butters. See ya!

In the next chapter, Stan and Lydia convince their true feelings for each other.

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Christmas Cordonian style Knight Thunder Twist.

Christmas cordonian style with a Knight Thunder twist

author's note this story takes place a week after the arrest of Barthelemy Beaumont and those who were with him in the coup against the crown of cordonia.

The Palace of Cordonia is a buzz with excitement as servants and people alike work together to decorate the capital city for the upcoming Christmas celebration.

Karyson and his Queen Reimeiko were observing as the decorations and preparations were happening.

“It is a Happy Time For Us my dear Reimeiko. What a celebration the preparations have been going on for days.” Karyson gushed. “ old man Beaumont and the rest of his conspirators are behind bars my aunt and uncle can finally rest in peace knowing that they're killers are incarcerated for the rest of their lives. I am relieved as well. Rhiannon and the twins are growing up free from Barthelemy's tyranny. and peace is once again returned to our kingdom.”

“oh yes.” Queen Reimeiko agreed. “ we are finally able to live our lives and our children are free the grow up away from all the evils that were thrown at them. all of our friends from all around the kingdom and Beyond have come to help decorate. BJ and the trio were getting along beautifully and this is our first real Christmas together as a family.”

before they knew what was happening, a loud crash could be heard from the kitchen close to the ballroom. Karyson and Reimeiko exchanged fearful looks and took off in the direction of the crash. they both get through this serving doors only Drake fell out on the floor with a bowl of cake mix on his head.

“ what happened?” the king demanded attempting to hide the laughter behind his feigned anger.

“It was an accident, honestly.” Maxwell Beaumont quickly said. “I was coming one way with a bowl of cake mix. He was coming the other with the apples and we collided. Nothing major we’ll fix it we’ll fix it.”

“Well you had better fix it.” the King growled in feigned anger. “Racine will get both of your butts if you mess up her kitchen and you know how fiercely protective Racine is of her kitchen.” as the king and his queen turned away and walked out of the kitchen once out of earshot they finally busted up laughing. “ did you see the look on Maxwell's face when he and Drake thought they were in trouble? The look of fear was priceless. “

As they exited the kitchen and returned to the Ballroom and the decorating, Marco and Valerie from Lythikos and Jiro and Camila from Applewood arrived with their families with more sweet treats and snacks for the celebration. The Cordonian children we're given permission to take the time to play with BJ and the trio.

“Thank you for inviting us to your Christmas celebrations your Majesty's.” Camilla announced. “And we are glad that you were able to save your daughter from being taken over by that bad man.”

“ well the bad man will be no trouble for no body anymore.” the queen replied. “ he is locked up for the rest of his life and will never harm another Soul ever again. you know what I have got an idea. what do you guys say you guys heard BJ & the trio up to the playroom and then I will come and tell y'all A Christmas Story tell you all about how it all began with me and my family.”

“ that would be awesome your highness.” Marco gushed. “ it would be great to hear all about your first Christmas and how things meant for you and yours.”

“ well okay if you will take BJ Rhiannon Ethan and Gabriel do the playroom The King and I will be up in a few minutes with the Christmas book.”

without another second to spare the cordonian children took the younger ones up to the playroom and waited for the queen to arrive with her story. within about 10 minutes the king and queen arrived at the playroom all the children were sitting in a semicircle in front of the rocking chair waiting to hear the Queen's famous story.

“ truth of the matter be told.” Karyson replied. “I cannot wait to hear the story you have come up with my love.”

“ well this is a story that everybody will enjoy.” Reimeko said. instead of sitting in the rocking chair she pushed it back and set down in the floor with the children and her husband and began her story. “ this is the story of a Time long ago back before my parents back when my grandparents were still just children my grandfather told us the story years later and it's become a family favorite: Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse the stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that st. Nicholas soon would be there the children were nestled all snug in their beds with visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads.”

This part of the story is where the king picked it up. “ oh I remember this with mom and her kerchief and I in my cap we had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter away to the window I flew like a flash tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to objects below when what do my wondering eyes should appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer with a little old driver so Lively and quick I knew in that moment it must be Saint Nick More rapid than the Eagles his coursers they came and he whistled and shouted and called them by name now Dasher now Dancer now Prancer and Vixen on Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen to the top of the porch to the top of the wall now dash away, dash away dash away all as dry leaves up before the wild hurricane fly when they met with an obstacle mount to the sky so up to the Housetop the coursers they flew with the sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas II and then in a twinkling I heard on the roof the Prancing and pawing of each little hoof as I drew in my head and was turning around down the chimney st. Nicholas came with a bound.”

The queen took up the story from then on. but the story had brought in everyone else to hear the long and blustering Tale. “ he was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot, a bundle of toys he had flung on his back and look like a peddler just opening his pack his eyes have a twinkled his dimples how merry his cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherry his droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow the stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath he had a broad little face and a little round belly that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly he was chubby and plump a right Jolly Old elf and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself a winking his eye and it twisted his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread he spoke not a word but it went straight to his work and feel it all the stockings then turn with a jerk and laying his finger aside of his nose and giving a nod up the chimney he rose he sprang to his sleigh his team gave a whistle and a way they are flew like that down of a thistle but I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight Merry Christmas to all and to all a good-night.”

The children and everyone assembled sat there in awe as the queen finished the long historical story Amazed by the beauty and the imagery she weaved as she told the story.

“Tell us more your majesty.” Camilla gushed. “is there more Christmas poems and stories you know that one was amazing especially the tale of the snow.”

“ there is much more there is one by Charles Dickens that was entitled The Christmas Carol but that is a much longer story to be told and right now we have not the time.” the queen replied. “ but the moral of the Christmas story is at least A Christmas Carol is a story if you like I will read to you all at bedtime but for now we have a celebration to get to and hopefully everything is in order.”

Ethan, Rhiannon, and Gabriel, along with BJ approached Queen Thunderis with curious eyes. “ was there more to the poem Aunt Rena?” BJ asked. “ it was a very short story but I'd like to know more.”

“ me too mommy.” Rhiannon echoed. “more Christmas Story pease?”

“ alright here's one I can tell you since we do seem to have time before the big celebration.” the queen replied. “ when Jamie Randall and Shannon we're just nine maybe ten years old that was one Christmas that turned into a Christmas miracle. The Llewellyn's had just moved in next door Mr. Llewellyn had joined Thunderstar Universal and his children Tristan, Erin, and Jordan had just enrolled in the nearby Elementary School. Mrs. Llewellyn was traveling the country with her family to meet up with her married family in time for the holidays. Miss Rihanna drove a special delivery truck all over the country and was to an extent a female version of Santa Claus. but it wasn't just gifts for the children that she was hauling every year she was also doing everything to help families that didn't have everything they needed. “

“Was there a lot of families like that?” Camilla asked. “ I do not understand what did it mean that these families did not have everything they needed?”

“The families I am referring to are the ones like well your Nobles and Royals call them, commoners.” the queen replied. “ because unlike the Nobles and Royals The parents of these families had to work for a living. not everybody born is born into it a family where all they have to do is bark orders at others and get what they want the commoners had to work for everything they had but because of a lot of the Nobles and Royals of the history there were a lot of things that they were unable to afford. Anyway, Mrs. Rhiannon owned her own Trucking line and was an independent truck driver. Well this particular holiday season she was called on by a very special family she had grown up around over the years. they asked her to drive what they call the Christmas truck because what was in the trailer of that special truck what's going to save this one town utter destruction. well the week before Christmas Mrs. Rhiannon packed it up And headed out for the town of Lincoln Falls which was apparently somewhere in Alaska. they drove for the longest time she and her brother but always called back to her family in order to keep them up-to-date as to where she was she dropped off her load and was on her way back first few days before Christmas Eve when she was supposed to call she did not. the truck had been found jackknifed into a snowbank on her way back to her family but there was no sign of her or her brother come to find out she and her brother had been rescued by a stranger but this was no ordinary stranger at least I did not think so according to Rhiannon The Stranger had seen what it happened the snow so hard to see through Rihanna's lost control of the truck and hit the snowbank almost burying the big truck in the snow. The Stranger welcome them back to his home where they could get warm and wait out the blizzard that it hit for what seemed like several days the blizzard blew and blew and blew and by the time it finally stopped Rescuers had found the truck and we're working diligently to dig it out Rhiannon and her brother had wakened from the sound of someone digging around the in the snow around the truck they were thankful that they had been spared. when they told the dispatcher about what happened and who had helped them they did not at first believe what she said come to find out the stranger name was Liam Alexander that is the name he gave us Rhiannon declared but that is impossible the dispatcher replied Liam Alexander died back in 1956 due to snow storm this just as this one was it couldn't have been him come to find out Rihanna looked in the direction they had gone towards Liam's house but all she saw for miles and miles with nothing but snow but he was here she protested he saved us we were we were in his house. Liam Alexander was quite the angel back in the day he was always doing everything humanly possible to help all the families who were unable to have anything extra for like Christmas and whatever else even those who were struggling financially and otherwise he would always do what he could to help the night he died he was on the same kind of run you heard the song Angels Among Us by Alabama the dispatch arrest well yeah of course who hasn't Rihanna declared that song tells a story quite literally the dispatcher said I believe there are Angels Among Us sent down to us from somewhere up above They come to you and me In our darkest hours to show us how to live pto teach us how to give and to guide us with the light of love. the dispatcher took Rhiannon to the cemetery and showed her Liam's tombstone with that Epitaph written in the Stone. Liam James Alexander born March 25th 1936 died December 16th 1956 he was an angel Among Us and he will always be remembered and loved He was only 20 years old the dispatcher said but in his short years of life he gave more of himself did many others ever thought about. Rhiannon continued home that night and when she finally walked in her door Christmas morning her husband sons and daughter as well as their new neighbors were there to greet her relieved that she made it home safely the last thing she said before she went to bed herself if it was not for Liam Alexander I would not be here today no matter what happens my children never take strangers for granted because when you least expect it they could very well be angels in disguise.

“ it was amazing.” Camila gushed. “ is Miss Rhiannon still alive? I would have loved to have been able to have met her.”

“ well actually you already have.” Queen Seidre replied. “ she was me in my younger years. and it was the last run I made before I returned to my husband and my children and my reign as Queen of Thaddea.”

“ all right you guys that's enough stories for now.” Maxwell called. “ the ballroom the snacks and everything is ready time to get this party on and Christmas Jamboree kicking into high gear let's go you guys come on what do you want stories later. it is time for presents let's go let's go.”

as everyone began to move out of the playroom and head back to the ballroom the king embraced his Queen before she left.” I will have to admit that this is the first of the best Christmases ever put together my love.” he replied. “ I look forward to a whole lifetime of more to come to watching our children grow up happy and healthy to being together and finally living in peace here so much I want to do. you have a very thoughtful look on your face my queen is there something on your mind?”

“ I got some test results back from dr. Ramirez the other day.” the queen announced. “ I did not want to say anything and get your hopes up until I knew for sure but now that I do…”

“ oh my goodness Queen Reimeiko what is it?” King Karyson asked. “ please do not leave me on tenterhooks what is going on?”

“ it seems that Rhiannon and the twins are going to be having a sibling or two soon.” Reimeiko replied.

“ wait, what? seriously baby?” Karyson asked. “ this is beyond any shadow of a doubt the best news all day and one of the best Christmas gifts ever. oh now we had to make this big announcement and now.”

“ we will in due time but for now let us just enjoy the peace and quiet of the celebration and not worry about telling everybody else any more than what we already have.” the queen replied. “ I definitely do not want a repeat every Rhiannon and the twins first year”

“ oh good point my love.” King replied. “ now come on we have a celebration to enjoy.”

the Cordonian King and his Queen return to join the others in the big Christmas celebration relieved to have made it through their first two years despite all the shortcomings trials and tribulations they have had to face from the beginning. as she watched her husband her family and her friends celebrate the Christmas holidays, Reimeiko knew that no matter what the future held, they would always face everything together as a family as a unit as a very strong compassionate loving and caring Kingdom.

The End

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Hi! Any chance you would do a oneshot with frat Tom at a Halloween party dressed in something .. revealing? And you can fill in the details whatever way you'd like, but I'd really like it to end in a BJ with lots of dirty talk and boasting from Tom. And I also have a kink for a hot guy in just boxer briefs, so maybe before the BJ he could have her sucking him through his boxer briefs?

warnings: smut, blowjobs, basically face fucking, cocky frat!tom

“You know that’s not a real costume right?” You raise an eyebrow at the brown-haired boy, watching him roll his eyes as he leans against the wall next to you. He’s in just bright red boxers, tight-fitting around his muscular thighs and groin, which you are totally not paying attention to.

“And that’s not real alcohol, love,” the boy gestures to your red cup.

He’s right, you’re probably the only one at the party drinking sprite instead of the dangerous looking jungle juice.

“I don’t drink,” you shrug.

“Me neither,” he waves his empty hands in front of him before dropping them back down, smacking against his thighs.

“Didn’t expect that from you,” you watch him turn to face you.

“What did you expect then?”

“I don’t know, just the same as the other stupid frat guys here, getting drunk and trying to hook up with every single girl they come across.”

“Well, the name’s Tom, and I’ll have you know that I’m not trying to hook up with every single girl I come across.”

“Oh yeah? Who are you trying to hook up with?” you ask, adjusting your costume, a starbucks apron and short skirt, your entire back is exposed and definitely at least a partial side boob.

“You,” Tom says boldly, eyeing you up and down.

“You don’t even know my name,” you smirk, taking his hand in yours and bringing him up the stairs, down the hallway.

“And yet you’re still going to hook up with me,” there’s arrogance in his voice and you don’t mind, it actually turns you on.

You’re going to positively blow his mind.

When he shows you which room is his, you’re quick to get inside, shoving him up against the door and bringing your lips to his.

After several moments, minutes, you don’t know, but it’s some amount of time that definitely involves swapping an awful amount of spit, you pull away. Tom’s eyes gaze down towards your swollen lips as your hand cups his erection.

“You know, with this costume, it makes the process of getting on my knees and taking care of you much easier,” you smile, leaving lipstick marks down his chest as you settle on the ground.

You tease him for a moment, mouthing at his cock while it’s still trapped in his boxers, listening to the small whimpers that leave his red, parted lips. Finally, once you feel like you’ve thoroughly teased him and your knees start to get sore, you pull his boxers down, letting them pool at his ankles.

“Ah fuck, love,” Tom groans as you lick your palm before wrapping it around the base of his cock.

“Do you want my mouth?” You ask, blinking up at him innocently as you lick your lips, tongue darting out to gently lap at the head of his cock.

“Fuck, yes, I know you want to suck me off, go on, be a good girl,” Tom tangles a hand in your hair and encourages you to getting moving.

So that’s what you do, wrapping your lips around him, taking him down your throat as your hand jerks off what you can’t currently fit. You end up not having to do much work, Tom moves your head back and forth on his cock, moaning whenever you would gag, sending vibrations up his spine.

Eventually, you dropped your hand down and took almost all of him down your throat, constricting around his cock as you did.

That really fucks with him and he starts to thrust forward, the way his moans get higher and higher pitched tells you he’s close.

You blink up at him, a stray tear falling from your eye, running your mascara, lips swollen and wide around his cock.

“Fuck, love, gonna come, gonna come in this pretty mouth of yours,” Tom grunts, and he holds true to his word, coming down your throat as his hips still. He all but collapses against the door, panting as he recovers from his orgasm.

You lick your lips as you sit back on your heels.

“Now love, I think it’s only fair you tell me your name and I make you feel just as good as you made me feel,” Tom smirks, pulling you back up to hold onto your hips.

“I’d love that Tom, I’m y/n.”

“Nice to meet ya y/n, now why don’t we find out what’s underneath this costume of yours?”

#i cant go back to sleep without queue #alice answers #anon #alice thirsts #tom holland smut #tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #Anonymous

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Episode 12 - Blanket and kittens for Lan WangJi & Foxglove really wants a fake relationship AU fic

Hello hello! I am having a lazy Sunday so you get more than one episode! Tomorrow I start running again after months of inactivity, so pray for me. And I’ve also been conscripted into gardening now that the weather is good.

I don’t know if I should admit this or not, but I’m sure I’m making pretty much the same faces as the Peacock during WC’s speech.

LWJ bb he’s both boiling with anger and so fucking defeated and I want to give him hot tea and a blanket and lend him my shaky cat (he’s got cerebellar ataxia) because he’s the cuddliest of the four. Speaking of LWJ and cats I’m pretty sure even my scaredy big boi would like him, he’s so chill.

Me *clears throat*: MIANMIAN IS LANLING JIN’S SINGLE BRAINCELL.

As much as I love my wife’s quick thinking this is when WC decided to be a creep to her and I can’t fully enjoy this bit.

How many times has WWX turned to look at LWJ? I should’ve counted them.

This scenes are triggering my “issues with authority” even more than Cloud Recesses did, nothing makes ya girl don’t do something like someone telling me to do it.

(But listen, the other week, travelling home a very nice pleasant policeman was asking everyone the routine question “why are you travelling [to this place]” which he needs to ask bc of this damn plague I guess, and I had to bite my tongue hard bc my automatic response was “none of your business”. One day I’m going to get fined/arrested because I can’t keep my mouth shut y’all)

WWX: *gremlin mode activated*

LWJ: *literal sigh of relief*

Nooooo don’t make best boi WN sad.

It’s the comb y’all. The comb!

I think WC missed the memo they passed around about never trying to publicly humiliate WWX.

WWX: *gremlin mode activated* this one is for the bae.

[Look at me frothing at the mouth bc none of these dumb kids put their hair up or tied back their sleeves while working with fertiliser. City boys, honestly]

The Peacock is thirdwheeling WangXian and wondering if complying with WC’s bullshit should not have been better. Honestly he’s suffering.

Peacock: WWX is trying to flirt and LWJ is clearly mad at him and why am I here. I want MianMian (in a totally siblings way tho, XuanLi ftw).

Ooofff blanket and kittens for LWJ.

WC: what are you two whispering about.

WWX: that I want him to bend me over a tree and fuck me.

WC: ... what?

WWX: what?

LWJ: *Already dragging WWX away* Mark your words.

(I’m sorry for this stupid dialogues I keep “fixing” I think I’m funny and I have to share it with the world)

Although the actual sick burn in the show is also a work of art tbh.

You pissed off LWJ my dude.

WC: I assume you’re asking him about the Yin Iron.

WWX: actually I was asking for a quickie, but go off I guess.

Uuigngughdhf, now that I’m rewatching more carefully to write the commentary I can almost pinpoint all the times some sort of silly AU fake/pretend relationship fic could’ve been born. And it hurts my soul because that’s one of my favourite tropes. Especially when the two poor souls involved just have to ham it up continuously to get away with whatever they’re trying to pull off.

“Are you trying to topple the current corrupt offical?”

“What? No! He just wants a bj”

Wtf is LWJ’s outer robe LACE!? WHO THE FUCK BRINGS LACE TO A HOSTAGE SITUATION?

Is it only me or does it look like they already roughed WWX up a bit before throwing him in the dungeons?

It’s ChengQing!!!

I believe WQ was very much into girls but I’m giving the show props for making me ship these two. Do I hc everyone who doesn’t explicitly state their sexuality as bi or pan? I absolutely do.

I’m getting sniffly bc it’s best boy WN and human sunshine WWX being soft with each other and I can’t. Also, typical WWX, he’s being mauled by a dog and the instant he sees WN he goes “but are u and big sis ok. Do u need a hand.” Never change cupcake.

Waaaaait a minute. WN is saying LWJ got his leg broken because they couldn’t get his fragment of the Yin Iron, but you clearly see him dropping it when the leg breaking happens. So is it a fake one? Or are the Wens spreading misinformation? I’m sorry if it is obvious and I missed it, Sunday brain.

NHS’s face what he realises what he’s said. Aw my poor bb. (Blanket and kittens for LWJ as always)

This might be petty and stupid, but the guards clearly didn’t do anything when NHS moved out of his row, or when WWX started eating, so I’d just plant my ass on the ground the second WC turned his back and start playing hand-slapping games with whomever wanted to join. Passive insubordination if you will (maybe there is a cultural thing in them staying upright all this time, a show of defiance or something). So yeah, you want me up and in formation? I’m gonna do the exact opposite my friend.

Also, getting war med school flashbacks because if staying on your feet for hours unable to move and with nothing happening isn’t what happened in my surgery classes I don’t know what is.

LWJ has absolutely reached the “Try Me Bitch” level and with that glare he’s wearing I can believe no guard is trying to make him read. Listen I love angry and defiant LWJ and I will be pointing out as many moments as I can spot.

Jesuschrist let me scream about LWJ’s broken leg a little more. I don’t know what’s like to walk on a broken bone (again, don’t do it) but I know what’s like to have abdominal pain so severe (hi endo how are you) that you can only crawl so every time I see him struggling I remember my own thing.

Look at him, he needs to take deep breaths to even talk my bb.

WWX is such a good boy my god.

That’s all for this chapter so thanks for reading!

#the untamed #cql #mdzs live action #mdsz #foxglove watches cql #foxglove watches the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #commentary #chapter 12 #fake relationship au #someone write it

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