going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

Searching up fluff of an clearly asexual character only to be met with smut

y’all will call elliot alderson your comfort character as if he’s ever had a day of comfort in his life

In honour of my first chapter of the game-based story being out, here’s your Joshy

NOT MINE! Creator is t7ints on TikTok ♥️

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Stories:

Headcannons:

Going overboard, Game-based story:

Videos:

i need to be sedated. oh my god..

og Beetlejuice always the best number one

he should get more attention x reader okay musical versions are amazing, yeah but what some I really wanna read for Beetlejuice X reader there’s nothing much to read so pls pretty please do more of keatlejuice

Y/n: oh, yeah, I've never seen the Exorcist, I mean I know it through pop culture-

Beetlejuice: Bob, cancel all my appointments

If Beetlejuice gave you hickies would those technically be bugbites

Beetlejuice: when you love someone, you have to go after them

Lydia: is that how you got y/n?

Beetlejuice: bitch I look like this, homegirl dont chase, homegirl gets chased

LUI (Loving Under the Influence)

Beetlejuice x Reader

TW: alcohol, unwanted advancements at first but he doesn't push it.

LUI (Loving Under the Influence)

You didn't even get to take off your shoes before Beetlejuice practically tackled you down onto the couch, an arm sloppily trying to pull your shirt over your head. ‘Beetlejuice!’ You swatted his hand away, shoving him off you. 

It’s not like you two had never ‘done it’ before. It was a relatively common occurrence, actually. Feeling some type of way your hands alone can’t satisfy? You know who to call. 

Today though? This was weird, even for him. He at least made sure the door was closed before trying to take your clothes off. 

             Beej pouted and reluctantly slid off of you, though still keeping a hand on your thigh. ‘Thats *hic* unfair, babes. You know I *hic* hate it when you’re *hic* at work~’ 

 …Hiccups? Dead people don't-Ohh. ‘You’re drunk as hell, aren't you.’ 

A strange, almost guilty giggle escaped him, the deepness of his voice contrasting against his near schoolgirl-like playfulness.

Sighing heavily and jogging to the kitchen to open up the pantry to confirm what you already knew-Beetlejuice had gotten into your cooking wine. And guzzled all 4 bottles. ‘Really, Beetlejuice?’ You said, frustrated. ‘I forgot how *hic* strong livin’ world liquor is.’ He runs his fingers through his already disheveled hair with a sheepish smile. 

'Well we're not going to do… that while you can’t even think straight. Go to Dante's Inferno or something, blow off your steam in the Netherworld. Okay, Beetl-’ 

           He grabbed your shoulder and covered your mouth with his filthy hand, making you sputter. 

‘Don’ wanna go *hic* back home.’ He slurred. ‘I wan'na be… *hic* with ya. Babes… Please.’ Your eyes widened in surprise, then softened a bit once you saw the strangely open look he had. The hand that was on your right arm slowly slid down your side to your hips. ‘I wantcha here.’ He repeats. 

The alcohol on his breath was heady and nearly made you a bit tipsy yourself. But the thing that was really messing with your head was his sudden switch. Instead of the usual hair pulling and scratches, his touch was gentle. Tracing lazy spirals on your back with his fingers, holding you against him like if he let go you’d run away. It wasn't unpleasant-not at all. A small sigh escaped your lips at his soft touch.

Something seemed to stir in him at your noise; Because he took a step back from you and extended out his hand, a softness in his eyes you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. ‘C’mon, Doll…’ with a snap an ornate record player appeared on the table a few feet from you. ‘Join the *hic* dead guy for a *hic* dance?’ Looking at him with his eyebrows raised and a sappy smile made whatever anger at him you had left inside you melt away. 

You take his hand and out of some ghostly power-who really knows-your feet leave the ground and a tune that sounds like it’s from the 1960s starts, slow and sweet. Then it’s almost as if the entire world disappears, leaving just you and Beetlejuice in the air, spinning and stepping and twirling to the beat of an old love song you can’t quite name and honestly if you could just freeze this moment right here-and live in if forever; Dancing with this ghost, pervert,  annoyance, you could die happy. 

Your foot somehow slips midair and Beej’s hand grabs your back, dipping you. ‘Careful there, Doll, don’t fall.’

 Much to your dismay the song’s last notes echoed through the room, and with BJ’s arms around you ,you floated back to the ground, to reality. With one final spin, he pulled you down onto the corner couch cushion with him, wrapping his arms around your middle. His face was buried in your shoulder, taking deep breaths you knew he didn't need to smell your hair. Wriggling a bit only made him hold you tighter. 

He grinned sleepily, eyes fluttering shut and head dropping onto your chest. Then he says something so quietly, so softly that you wonder if maybe you just imagined it; ‘...I love you.’ Your mouth drops open, and you’re about to laugh in disbelief but the large snores rumbling through him tell you he wouldn't hear it anyway. 

The next morning… 

Suddenly the snoring stopped. Groaning, Beetlejuice kicked off the blanket you had draped over him. ‘T-too bright…’ With a flick of his wrist, the lamp turned off. ‘Wha-what… Doll?’ 

          You were peering over him with a shit-eating grin on your face. You’d been waiting for him to wake up for hours now. 

‘You sure had fun yesterday, huh?’ 

His face drained even whiter than normal, If it was even possible. 

“Babes-look-I can explain about last ni-’ 

He was interrupted by you grabbing his face and kissing him. He made a gargled noise in the back of his throat, jerking his head back as you pulled away. ‘I love you too.’ 

The stunned look on his face was almost comical. Then slowly, he chuckled and his usual cocky grin returned. ‘Wasn't’ expecting' that… Should I close the blinds so we can express this… less clothed?’

 ‘You are disgusting, Beetlejuice!’

 ‘All for you, Babes.’ 

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YESSSSSSS IT'S OUT!!! I DID IT! This goes out to @selfshipping-shapeshifter, as this was the fic for their ask :DDDD

Thank you all for waiting so long and i'm sorry if the quality isn't as good as usual, I was doing my best and just trying to get it out after struggling with it so long. I did have a lot of fun writing it though, I always do with my asks 😃

-Rea ❤

sometimes i wonder how benny didnt figure out anything about the supernatural earlier. like his grandma has a forbidden shelf filled with vials and books and stuff, i refuse to believe he didnt try investigate at least once when he was younger. and whitechappel is filled with the stuff anyway! there must have been some stuff that leaked out into the regular world before the vampires did their thing on the dusk 3

I’d like to think he thought it was a spice cabinet and called her a weird old lady with secrets in her poofy grey hair, Benny sounds like he would do that.

No one truely hates with passion anymore. I’d often mutually hated people and thought I’m lighting black candles for you and donating your body to science so they can all see how much of a bitch you are as well whereas the other person only calls them an arse. Put your soul into it this is unacceptable behaviour.