Fan Fics

I make reader x BJ and Dewey fan fics! If you got a request for one, then just type it in the anons! I will NOT be taking requests with NSFW or making smut. It might get close, but it will never go that far. If I did not take a certain request and its not smut, then it might be something else that makes me feel uncomfortable. The types of fanfics I will make might change in the future.

[creepyoldbeejfics]

AU where Beetlejuice sings in an acapella group (tenor) and everyone else voice sounds smooth and like silk and then you just hear this gravelly rough voice but it also sounds good at the same time and at some moments it sounds immaculate. Like they’re all on stage and you just see Beetlejuice wearing an outfit to match with all the other singers (maybe a tux or something for concerts 🥺) and while you’re watching them perform he’ll occasionally look at you and wink (he does this to everybody). But for some reason everyone is captivated by him and his voice. And don’t even get me started on his occasional solos. Tbh they’d be funny but he’d be into it (not in a comedic way) and he’d sound beautiful. Sometimes his gravelly voice would disappear and you’d just “😦”.

[creepyoldbeejfics]

Y’all what if the reader’s s/o recently broke up with her and she’s alone at her house and starts to sing Lonely (I am so lonely) as a joke to cheer themself up even thought that’s how they really feel, and they’re singing it so beautifully that they actually get into it, but starts to get sad while singing. Btw the reader and BJ are friends but once the reader started dating someone they started to forget BJ. Poor BJ :(. Anyway, so the reader’s singing this song, and BJ joins in harmonizing with them. Only the reader can only hear themselves singing without BJ and the reader can’t see BJ either. But everytime we come to BJ’s side, we hear him harmonizing with the reader because he also feels lonely. Then throughout the reader’s singing they can start to hear a very soft and faded voice harmonizing with them. They get confused because they think they’re alone. But then they start to remember BJ and his body starts to fade into view a bit. They both look at each other, the reader’s face being ashamed and guilty, BJ’s face being hurt and disappointed. As the song is coming to an end the reader’s tears stream down their face as they stare into each other’s eyes. They finish their last note ending on a harmony, and the instrumentals continue to play, allowing the reader to say his name three times. Beetlejuice’s body immediately becomes completely opaque. The reader runs over to Beetlejuice jumping into his arms saying over and over, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve never left you. I was terrible, I’m sorry I treated you like that, this is all my fault!” To which Beetlejuice just holds them tight. He finally says with tears streaming down his face, “I’m just glad you came back. Thank you for coming back.” He buries his head in their shoulder and smiles.

Sorry if this is a weird concept, I was just listening to “old songs but it’s lofi” and the song Lonely came on and I thought of it. I think it’s kinda sweet. 😅

[creepyoldbeejfics]

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[creepyoldbeejfics]

Hello my lovely, I loved ur Dewey puppy fic so so much🥺 could we maybe get a soft fluffy Dewey request where the both of you are kinda sick with flu and you both just wanna take care of one another🥰 if you don’t feel like doing it or you have too many requests then please down worry!! I mist really loved ur writing💜

Yes!! I don’t get many requests so it’s fine!! This sounds like a really cute idea!!

Sorry this took so long by the way! I got really busy :\ I hope you like it!!!

Sick Together (Dewey Finn x Reader)

The early sunlight pours into your bedroom and you can hear birds chirping from the outside. You try to move so you can get out of bed and see the beautiful outdoors, but you can’t. Your body and head are dizzy and your whole room is spinning. Your throat is as dry and scorching as a desert and you can’t breathe through your nose. You groan in pain, or at least attempt to, with only a whine coming out at first that turned into silence.

You roll over, lazily grabbing your phone, squeezing your eyes shut to prepare yourself for the brightness from the screen. But to your luck, the brightness on your phone screen was at its lowest. You looked to see a text from Dewey that read: “Good morning beautiful ;)”. You smiled and blushed opening it to text back: “Good morning bby, how are you?” You turn it off leaving it on the charger, rolling back over to rest your eyes a little more.

Once you feel like you’re strong enough, you push yourself up and out of bed. You stumble over to the window looking out, squinting your eyes from the light. You looked at the time to see that it was 6:50 am and decided to make your way to the kitchen. You didn’t have an appetite, but figured that since you didn’t feel good, you might as well drink some water. As you poured yourself a glass, you noticed how freezing you were since you had left your bed. You walk over to the thermostat to see it at 65° F, remembering that you typically leave it cold at night to save energy since you’re not using that room then. You turn it up to around 70° hoping that maybe that was the reason why you were cold, although it felt like it was in the 40’s. You shivered, walking back to your glass of water and taking a sip. You immediately put the glass down and grabbed at your neck in pain. The water had felt like knives being dragged from inside your throat.

You knew you had to drink water to help you feel better, but you were dreading the pain you’d receive as you’d drink it so you decided that you’d watch TV to distract yourself. You grabbed a thick fluffy blanket and wrapped it around yourself and turned on the TV. Throughout watching and reluctantly drinking your water, you kept coughing. Your throat felt worse and scratchier than ever.

After you finished your glass of water, which took you a span of an hour to drink due to the pain, you got up to check the thermostat since you were still freezing. It was at 69°. You rolled your eyes, quickly walking to the bathroom and opening a drawer to pull out a thermometer. You scanned your forehead with it, looking at it to see that your temperature’s at 100.5° F. ‘Great. I‘m sick,’ you thought. You walked back into the living room falling back on the couch and surrounding yourself in your thick, warm blanket.

About 15 minutes later you were fast asleep. You were turning uncomfortably in your sleep opening your eyes slowly to see a figure above you looking down at you from behind the couch. You got up immediately slapping them in the face.

“Ow!! What was that for??”

You recognized the voice immediately. “I’m so sorry Dewey, oh my God!” You run around the couch to hug him, but stop yourself, leaving his accepting, open arms empty. “I thought you were an intruder,” you explained breathing heavily, grabbing the couch to hold yourself up, as you had gotten up too fast.

“It’s okay, I’m just glad to know you’re okay,” Dewey said smiling in relief.

“Wait, what? Why wouldn’t I be okay?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“I texted you about an hour ago and you didn’t answer so I called you and you never answered and I was starting to worry that something happened to you so I came over as quickly as possible to check on you.” He rambled.

“An hour? That’s not that long. I just left my phone in bedroom. But thanks for caring about me so much,” you said grinning. “Wait, what time is it?”

Dewey lifted his wrist to check his watch, “8:15, why?”

“What?? Shouldn’t you be at school?!” You asked worriedly.

“They’ll be ok if I’m a little late. Besides, I’m always late.”

You giggled, “I don’t think that’s something you should be proud of.”

He shrugged it off, “Yeah, well, I should probably get going.” He stepped towards you with open arms. You leaned in to hug him, but stopped half way realizing the condition you were in. “Ah, um... we don’t have time, you should get going,” you coughed which ended up turning into a small coughing fit.

“You okay?” He asked tilting his head a bit.

“I’m fine,” you coughed again, your throat sounding hoarse. “Hair in my throat.”

“Oh, could I get you some water?” He offered, heading towards the fridge.

“Dewey!!” You blurted. “I’m fine! Stop worrying about me and get out of here.”

“Okay, okay!” He chuckled heading towards you to give you a hug. “That’s not necessary,” you said quickly, trying to back up, but it was too late. He stepped back immediately. “Your arms are on fire.”

“I worked out this morning,” you answered quickly.

“Then why did you have a blanket wrapped around you?” He questioned suspiciously.

“Because I get cold... after... work outs...” you responded unsure.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know, crazy right? I mean I could do about-,” you stopped as he took the back of his hand and held it against your forehead. “What are you doing??” You smacked his hand away.

“You’re burning up,” he responded, ignoring your question and quickly running to your bathroom and coming back scanning your forehead with your thermometer.

“Hey! What makes you think you can just,” he cut you off. “101,” he said studying it. “You have a fever,” he looked at you with a look in his eyes that only you could understand.

“What? Ha ha! Nooo... That thermometer’s really old!! It doesn’t work anymore!” You frantically explained, coughing a bit afterwards. Crap. He looked at you, not believing you for one second. “I thought you looked pale...” He immediately picked you up princess style carrying you towards the couch.

“No, no! No! Dewey!” You whined. “Don’t! I’m fine!”

Without responding, he layed you down gently on the couch, taking the blanket and covering you with it. Grabbing your empty cup, he went over to the fridge and refilled it again. “No, please Dewey! You have to go to school! I can take care of myself.”

Still, no response as he put your cup on the coffee table next to you. He went back into the kitchen, pulling his phone out of his pocket and lifting it up to his ear. You threw an arm over the top of the couch to hoist yourself up. “Dewey! No, what are you thinking!!” You scolded in a harsh whisper. “Yes, hi I’m not feeling well today, so if it’s alright with you I’m going to stay home today to rest up.” He said in a fake groggy voice into the phone. “Sorry this is so last minute.” He fake coughed into the phone. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll be able to find one,” he assured. Some silence. “Okay, thank you. You too. Bye.”

“Dewey, you idiot! I’m a grown adult! I can take care of myself! Go to school for crying out loud!!” You scolded him, coughing.

“Save your voice, sweetheart. Have you eaten today? Would you like chicken noodle soup or maybe fruit? Ice cream? It helps scratchy throat and coughing. At least it does for me.”

You pouted, mad that he wasn’t going to school and the fact that you were only slightly sick, yet he still stayed to make sure you felt better. Don’t get me wrong, you loved how caring he was being and it was super sweet and flattering, but you’re a grown adult and you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

“Okay, I’ll get you all of the above,” he said with raised eyebrows, smiling.

“No! No. Ugghh... I’ll just have some fruit.”

“Good choice,” he winked. You rolled your eyes, blushing at how annoying, yet caring he was.

A few minutes later he brings you a bowl of assorted fruits. He hands it to you, grinning down at you.

“What?”

“I love taking care of you,” he leaned foward, kissing you on the head.

“Don’t! I mean that’s very sweet of you, babe, but I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Hey. Don’t worry about me okay?” He said caressing your cheek. You smiled at his touch, leaning into his hand a bit. “Besides, I don’t get sick.”

‘Yeah, right,’ you thought to yourself. Dewey walked over and grabbed the remote. “You wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure, but you’re sitting over there so I didn’t get you sick,” you lazily gesture to the chair next to the couch. You start coughing again.

“What movie do you want to watch?" He asked, ignoring what you said.

“Uhh any movie’s fine with me.”

“Okay, how about Me Before You?” He asked looking at you with a gentle smile.

“Sure, that’s fine,” you say wrapping the blanket around you tighter.

As the movie begins to play, Dewey walks over to the edge of the couch, climbing in behind you. “Dewey, no, I told you to sit on the chair!”

“Too late now. And I told you I don’t get sick,” He assured you. “Deweyyy,” you groaned. “Shhh! The movie’s starting.”

Throughout the movie, Dewey had his arm wrapped around your waist, and would occasionally run his fingers through your hair, which of course, lulled you to sleep. Halfway through the movie, yes you had fallen asleep in the beginning of the movie, you were woken by Dewey coughing. At first you dismissed it thinking he probably just swallowed the wrong way, but he kept coughing every now and then. You could tell he was trying to hide it and cough as softly as possible, probably to prevent himself from waking you up. Well, too late.

“You don’t get sick, huh?”

“Oh you’re awake. I don’t, I just swallowed the wrong way,” he said coughing once again.

“Dewey, you’ve been coughing for the past twenty minutes.”

“Y/N, I’m fine.”

“Ok, sure,” you said yawning.

You fell back asleep, but continued to shiver throughout the rest of the movie. Later, you woke up, noticing the TV was turned off and your chills were gone. Instead, you were really warm. Not hot, but just warm. But instead of you being the source of the heat, you noticed the source was actually behind you. You sat up slowly so you wouldn’t wake your boyfriend up. You looked at him noticing his face was flushed, so you brought the back of your hand to his forehead. Getting up from the couch, you stumble to the kitchen where the thermometer was. You checked his temperature, and sure enough it was a fever. Grabbing a towel, you ran some cool water and dampened it and put it over Dewey’s forehead. As you figured would happen, he woke up.

“What...?” He asked dazed and confused. He reached for the towel on his forehead, but you grabbed his hand bringing it back down.

“Don’t. You have a fever. This will help bring your temperature back down.”

“No, don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself. Go back to sleep, Y/N,” he said in a tired voice.

“Babe. Let me help take care of you,” you said sweetly, looking down at him with tired eyes.

“No, it’s- I’m fine, just sleep now please,” he mumbled, eyes closed.

“I think you’re the one who needs sleep now,” you giggled weakly.

“And water...?”

“Of course, honeydew.” You got up, filling a cup with water. You walked back to the couch to see Dewey sitting up this time.

“Here you go, baby,” you smiled, handing him the water.

“Thanks,” he said, tiredly grabbing the cup and drinking it. He coughed a bit after a couple sips.

“Do you have a sore throat?” You queried.

“No, it’s just a bit scratchy. Do you have one?”

You nodded. At that, Dewey got up, walking to the bathroom. He came back out with a bag of watermelon flavored cough drops, handing you a couple. “Aww, thank you baby.” You popped one into your mouth, smiling at the sweet flavor, but also grabbing at your throat when you swallowed.

“I know it won’t make your sore throat go away, but it’ll at least soothe it for a while,” he said wrapping his arm around you. You leaned your head into him.

“Okay, wait. How did I even get sick already? Doesn’t it take a couple days until you start showing symptoms?” He asked rubbing his head.

“Well we went on that date a couple nights ago, so you probably got it then and didn’t start showing symptoms until now.”

“So I guess it wouldn’t have mattered if I cuddled with you anyway,” he said smirking.

“Look I’m not a doctor, it’s just a guess,” you stated.

“Well it doesn’t matter now.”

“Yeah, you’re right. At least now we can both take care of each other,” you said softly.

“No, I can take care of myself. Just let me take care of you.”

“Dewey. It’s okay to let people you love take care of you. I’m okay. It’s just a cold. Let’s both work as a team and take care of each other, okay? Besides, the past other times you’ve been sick you would be whining and groaning on the couch like it’s your last day on earth,” you said giggling.

“Stop talking, your sore throat’s gonna get worse,” he responded quickly.

“You’re not even going to respond to that part? You’re not gonna defend yourself? Or admit? Ohhh, or are you just ignoring that part because you know that it’s true,” you teased.

“This is the first time we‘ve both been sick at the same time. You are my top priority and I don’t need you to waste energy caring for me. Now go to sleep. It’s 12 in the morning.”

You giggled again, “Okay, okay.”

He held you tight, and you could feel him grinning at the back of your neck. You smiled as well, nestling back into him and putting your hands over his hands. All of a sudden you felt a small gentle kiss at the back of your neck.

“I love you,” he whispered gently.

“I love you too.”

Later that night, you wake up to teeth chattering very loudly behind you as well as Dewey’s body shaking. You were sweaty as hell, but you got up to grab your fluffiest, thickest blanket and layed it on top of him. You liked being cuddled so you grabbed his right arm pulling it gently over you. You felt his hand go over your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome,” you whispered back.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Not entirely,” you said unsure. “I’m still feeling weak and tired and my throat is still sore.”

“You should drink some water while you’re up,” he advised.

“You should too,” you said grabbing his water, gently patting him to sit up.

He sat up reluctantly taking the water from your hands and pointing to your water as he sipped from his. You grabbed yours and whinced after swallowing the water that felt like knives.

“Aww, my poor baby,” Dewey rubbed your back gently, looking at you pitifully.

You put your drink down, weakly laughing, which turned into a small coughing fit. He grabbed your waist pulling you towards him so he could be close to you.

“Have you been having trouble sleeping tonight?” He asked quietly.

“A little bit, but it’s okay.”

“Maybe I can help...” he responded, brushing your hair and massaging your scalp with his fingers. You were immediately in heaven, and within five minutes, you fell asleep. He fell asleep as well, and the two of you somewhat comfortably slept the night away.

You woke up first, noticing that your sore throat is almost gone, and you could finally breathe through your nose again. You still felt a bit weak and your head hurt, but that didn’t stop you from making breakfast for your sleepy boyfriend.

Once you made it to the kitchen, you started right away on making an omelet. After you finished making it, you brought it over into the living room, where Dewey was fast asleep. You ran your hands through his scalp softly, and you noticed a smile grow on his face.

“Mmm that smells good,” he mumbled rubbing his face. He looked at what you made for him, and then up at you.

“What about you?” He asked, not taking the dish.

“I’m going to make my breakfast as soon as you take what I made for you.”

“Okay,” he said smiling up at you. “Thank you.”

You smiled back, blushing even. You went and made yourself an omelette and came back to sit next to him.

“Are you feeling any better?” Dewey asked.

“I am actually,” you responded. “Just a little bit though.”

“That’s good to hear,” he grinned and continued to eat his omelette.

“Yeah, how about you? Your voice sounds better.”

“I feel a bit better, but still feel weak and cold. Which is weird because I never get cold,” he said frowning.

“Yeah, I’m the one who’s typically cold and comes running to you for warmth,” you giggled. Dewey shook his head smiling, and then stopping to look at you.

“What?”

“It’s just... I really appreciate you being here to take care of me and cheer me up,” he explained staring at you lovingly, “I only wish I could’ve done the same for you.”

“Dewey, what are you talking about? Of course you did!”

“I know, I guess I’m just mad that I got sick because I wanted to take care of you the whole time.”

“Aww, Dewey! It’s okay, baby!” You assured wrapping your arms around him. “I think it was more fun getting to take care of each other. And it’s important to in all aspects of dating. It’s not one sided. We’re both supposed to be here for each other through anything,” you told him, ending it with a kiss on the cheek.

He blushed, grinning, “You know what? You’re right. I’m glad we both got to take care of each other. And I’m glad I got to spend my sick day with you.”

[creepyoldbeejfics]

Do one where the reader just moved in with The Deetz and she meets Beej for the first time and he’s flirting with her trying to get her to say his name but she isn’t falling for it 😂❤️

Omg yes! Great idea!! Btw, I’m sorry in advance, but this is going to be depressing at first. Also this one’s really long and a bit of a rollercoaster tbh, so sorry about that😅

Don’t You Wanna See Him Suffer?

(Beetlejuice x Fem Reader)

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse, and bruises. For this, there is a hotline link at the very end because I want you all to be safe.

Pic credit: @thewolfisapartofmysoul

After years of being abused by your boyfriend and not being able to get away from him, you’re finally moving. You would’ve contacted the police for a restraining order on him, but you were afraid of what would happen if you called the police, or broke up with him. So the best thing you thought you could do was move in with your friend Lydia. You didn’t want her family to know why you were moving in because you were afraid they’d call the police for you and you didn’t want your problem to become their problem. So, you made up a lie saying that your house was going to be under construction for 8 months so you needed somewhere to stay. You just needed time to relax your mind and clear your head until you could come up with a plan for how to get rid of your boyfriend. Besides, maybe he’ll give up and leave during those 8 months.

Your boyfriend had to go to work tonight, so while he was out at work, you got your suitcases and brought them out to your car. You gave the house one last look, and drove off. Tears started to stream down your face, as you were unsure what this was going to do for you, and were scared that he’d somehow find you. Luckily you blocked him on every social media platform and turned off your location. You were already imagining how livid he’d be which was making you cry even more. In hopes of blocking out your flooding thoughts, you turned up the radio.

After some time, you finally reached their house. You couldn’t wait to live with the three of them. Well, temporarily at least. You wiped your tears as much as you could, so Lydia’s parents wouldn’t question you. You grabbed your suitcases and headed up to the door dropping most of them because of how heavy they were. You hesitated, wondering if you were doing the right thing, and feeling bad that you were burdening them with another person in the house. But you rang the doorbell anyway. The door swung open with Lydia’s dad greeting you at the door.

“Oh! Let me get those for you!” He exclaimed as he sort of struggled to bring them in. They were really heavy. Oops. “Lydia!!! Your friend is here!!”

You walk in looking around at the house. You’ve never been to her house before so it was good that you finally got to see it. You noticed that the furniture was a little strange. The whole house seemed strange. Lydia came running down the stairs, giving you a big hug. “Ugggh!! I missed you so much, (Y/N)!!”

“I missed you too!” You squealed as you squeezed her tight. You two had been friends for many years, but you hadn’t seen her much at all due to your overprotective boyfriend. “Come on my room’s this way!” she said as she grabbed your suitcases. “Oh I can get them!” You say trying to take them back. “Nah it’s fine. Geez! What’d you put in these?? They’re so heavy!” “Bricks and our favorite bath bomb,” you joked. “A toaster?” You nodded causing both of you to start laughing. You didn’t actually bring one, you just had a ton of stuff.

Once you both got to her room she put your suitcases down, panting afterwards. “Wow, I love your room. It’s so spooky and dark looking. In a good way,” you said in awe. “Oh, no I take that as a compliment. That’s exactly what I was going for,” she said smiling proudly. “I’ll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom,” Lydia said, leaving you alone in her room.

You walked around looking at some of the things in her room. You noticed a picture of her and her mom on her shelf. You smiled, because you knew by just looking at them that they must’ve been inseparable.

All of a sudden a chill ran down your spine and you didn’t feel so alone anymore. You looked around, but no one was there. Even though you didn’t really believe in spirits or ghosts, you thought that her mom could’ve been there and didn’t like you picking up the picture of her and her daughter. So you immediately put it down out of fear.

You tried to relax, so you ignored the feeling and looked at the other pictures. One of them was a picture of her and her friends, and another one was of her and her step mom and dad. ‘What a nice family,’ you thought to yourself. Suddenly, you saw a very strange picture. It made no sense. Lydia had her arms out like she had her arms around two people, but no one was there. You thought, ‘well maybe she was just trying to be silly.’ After all, she likes to joke around and prank people and stuff. But then you noticed that a piece of her hair seemed to be... FLOATING?? Like it was resting on someone’s shoulder or arm... that made no sense... that’s not even physically possible. You’d have to have someone else there...

“How...?” You said out loud, trailing off.

“Yeah it sucks that ghosts can’t be seen in pictures...” a rough voice said from behind you.

You immediately whipped around to see a man in a black and white striped suit. His skin was pale with mold spots and moss on it here and there. His fluffy, yet spiked hair was a pear green with lighter highlights of green on the tips. Maybe he’s not a man? You noticed his eyes were yellow with golden specks scattered throughout his irises. Contacts, perhaps? Then you realized he reeked of death and decay. Hopefully that’s just some really bad cologne... instead of... well whatever he is, he scared the shit out of you. You had so many questions, but the big question that kept haunting you was why was he sort of... attractive?

“I bet photo bombing is so much fun...” he sighed. Then he looked at you, eyes widening realizing you were making direct eye contact with him.

“Wait. Can you see me??”

“Y-yes...” you stammered, turning around and grabbing a lamp immediately. You held it upside down getting ready to swing it at him.

“BOO!” you hear from behind you. You scream, aiming the lamp at Lydia now.

“WOAH!!! What’s going on??” Lydia raised her hands up before realizing the demon who stood next to you. “Oh...”

“I’ll call 911!! Go tell your parents!! I don’t know where he came from!!”

“(Y/N)! Stop! Calm down... this is a friend of mine,” Lydia explained.

“What?? But he’s...” you trailed off looking at him. You had no idea what he was. Some sort of entity?

“Sexy?” he asked smirking. “Irresistible? The best mistake of your life? Wait...”

“No more like lonely, depressed, horny, clingy, annoying, and weird,” Lydia remarked. “Oh, yeah. And he’s a demon.”

“A demon?!? Do your parents know?? How long have you been friends??”

“Yes, they met him shortly after I met him. We’ve been friends for a few years now. I’ll explain everything,” Lydia assured you.

“Okay... does this demon have a name?” You questioned looking at him suspiciously.

“His name is Beetlejuice,” Lydia replied.

“Beetlejuice? That’s a strange name...”

“Actually it’s my middle name. My first name’s Lawrence,” the demon said looking smugly at you.

“Uhh, why is he staring at me like that?” You asked, stepping back uncomfortably.

Beetlejuice chuckled, “Lyds, Delia told us not to have snacks before dinner, but I think I’ll have to make an exception with this one.”

“Excuse me?!?” you asked disturbed. ‘I did not sign up for this,’ you thought to yourself.

“Beetlejuice!” Lydia scolded, hitting him in the belly. “We talked about this!”

“Time for dinner!” Delia called from downstairs.

When you came down the stairs, the family introduced you to a couple, who were ghosts. Adam and Barbara Maitland. They apparently died in this house, so the Deetz offered to share their home with them. Throughout most of dinner, Beetlejuice stared at you. Even when you caught him, he continued to stare. It was weird and made you uncomfortable, but you found yourself staring back at times. The Deetz would ask you how you were doing, and you’d lie making up a bunch of stuff to show that you were happy. While you told them this, you noticed that Beetlejuice’s stare became sympathetic, which really messed with your head. It’s almost as if he knew... No. That’s impossible.

Once you finished dinner, both you, Lydia, and Beetlejuice went upstairs to her bedroom so they could explain everything to you. First, Lydia explained how she met the Maitlands and Beetlejuice, and then explained everything that happened afterwards. This included her telling you about her pain and how she was suicidal. I felt terrible for her, but you understood how she felt.

“Wait so you actually went to hell??” You asked, trying to take everything in.

“Yup,” Lydia confirmed.

“That’s so cool,” you said, clearly intrigued.

“Actually, it sucked. It was an endless abyss of nothing.”

“Oh...”

“And you wonder why I’ve always stayed on earth instead of going to the Netherworld,” Beetlejuice said, crossing his arms.

“That and your mother,” you added. Beetlejuice nodded, his face immediately turning smug. “Besides, I’d rather stay in a world with sexy breathers like you...”

“Well I hate to break it to you, but you’ll have to find another ‘sexy breather’ elsewhere. I’m taken,” you said confidently, crossing your arms. It wasn’t a lie, you were dating someone, but you mentally cringed remembering the abusive man you were with.

“Well, I’m gonna go to bed before things get more creepy and awkward,” Lydia said raising an eyebrow at us.

“Yeah, me too. Goodnight, Lydia. Goodnight Beetlejuice,” you said, walking out of her room to go to their guest bedroom.

You walked in and opened your suitcase to put on an oversized t-shirt and PJ shorts. You loved wearing oversized t-shirts and were able to pull them off really well. You walked into the bathroom and changed, brushed your teeth, and then did your nightly skin routine. You walked out to go back to your bedroom to see Beetlejuice sitting on your bed.

“What are you doing here??” You challenged.

“I don’t sleep. I mean I do, but it’s more just for fun.”

“Well I do, so get out,” you barked.

“Fine. I guess you’ll never know why I’m actually in here then...” he said walking past you, smirking.

“Okay, why are you here?”

“I just wanted to get to know you, doll...”

“Yeah right. You already know everything about me,” you huffed.

“What gives you that idea?” He queried.

“The way you look at me. Like you know something. It’s creepy.”

“Well, I’m a creepy old guy, what do you expect? But yeah, you’ve caught me,” he said raising his hands. “Except I don’t have you completely figured out.”

You knew he knew something. You wondered if he could read minds. At this point it wouldn’t be too off brand. “Why did you look at me with pity when I was explaining how I’ve been doing?”

“Because I know you lied... you’re not happy.”

You walked backwards, sitting on your bed. He followed, sitting at the foot of your bed.

“How did you...” you trailed off. This was insane. You smiled and everything when you were telling their family how you had been doing. You were great at lying. Which isn’t a good thing, but it sure helped save you from getting more scars and bruises from your boyfriend.

“As a demon I’m more prone to sensing hidden emotions. And sometimes I’m able to tell when people are lying. Not all the time though... but I could tell you were. The look in your eyes was full of pain and sorrow.”

You looked at him, shocked and amazed. You immediately shook your head, “I’m fine.”

“You’re not safe, are you?” He eyed your wrist.

You noticed the bruise, and immediately turned your wrist over.

“What happened?” He asked, reaching for your wrist to turn it back over.

“Don’t touch me!” You snapped, raising your arms away from him. “What do you want with me anyway? Why do you care??”

He looked at you with pity before pushing back his sleeves to reveal his own scars and bruises. Your eyes widened at the sight, causing you to regret what you said. “I’m sorry, I had no idea... Was it your mom?” You asked softly.

He nodded silently, looking down at the ground. More silence filled the air. Both of you were looking at the floor for some time.

You revealed your wrist, caressing the bruise, “My boyfriend did this...” He looked over at your wrist and then up at you. Your eyes met, and for a second you felt like hugging him, but refrained yourself.

“I was 17 when I met him. He was 18. There were no red flags. He was perfect. A true gentleman. He was always there for me when I needed him and was constantly giving me love and affection. But the worst mistake of my life was trusting him.”

Beetlejuice looked at you with sympathy in his golden eyes. You looked at him before continuing your story.

Throughout the story, you noticed that the concern in his face grew more and he would keep gradually moving closer to you.

“It was getting unbearable and I still can’t believe I haven’t figured out how to leave him. I’ve put up with this bastard for 7 years and have done nothing about it!!! I’m weak!!!” You shouted angrily with tears in your eyes. “I’m a coward...”

Beetlejuice gently grabbed your hands, holding them in his. “Hey. No you’re not. You did think of something. Look where you are now. You found a way to escape,” he said squeezing your hands to reassure you. “That was so brave of you. So don’t call yourself a coward or weak. I believe you’re going to make it, okay?” He said wiping a tear off your cheek with his thumb.

You looked up at him, trembling. You hugged him, holding on tight and burying your face into his chest as more tears streamed down your face. He was shocked the minute you hugged him, probably because he doesn’t typically receive affection. But he wrapped his arms around you anyway, resting his head on yours.

“How do you know it’s going to be okay though?” You ask pulling away from him, your eyes still glossy from your tears.

“Hey. I’m a demon. I know everything,” he chuckled.

You blush, looking off to the side uncomfortably. “You know...” he begins slyly, “I could help you...”

“What do you mean? How?” You ask frowning.

He grinned, “All you have to do is say my name three times doll, and I’m all yours. I could get you out of this mess.”

“Say your name three times?”

“Yup. But it must be spoken unbroken,” he said waiting in anticipation.

“Okay, Beetlejuice...”

He adjusted his tie getting ready for the big moment.

“Beetlejuice...” you said with a gleam in your eye.

“Yes!!” He growled in excitement.

“Wait, whats in it for you?”

“No, oh, come on!!” He whined. “I... well... I get to help the most gorgeous breather...”

“Wow, you’re so convincing.” You rolled your eyes.

“Fine! It’s just, well I understand where you’re coming from. You feel trapped. Kinda like how a king is trapped by the other chess pieces. Like you have no more moves to play.”

You eyed him suspiciously, yet curiously, always intrigued by how he would occasionally start to get into deep talking.

“But sometimes you gotta look at it differently. Or uhh... think outside the box,” he sputtered. “Look for something to help you. Use your resources. For example, me. I’m a pretty reliable resource if I do say so myself.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked teasingly. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well I think he should be the one to go...”

“Ha! What are you going to do? Snap your fingers and he disappears?” You said scoffing.

“Yeah... or we could make it a little more fun...” he said smirking.

“What? How? How would you even make this situation ‘fun’?” You asked frowning.

"By making him suffer... give him a slow, long, painful death.”

“What?!?! No!!!” You yelled, covering your mouth immediately and looking at the clock to see that it’s 2:30 am.

“Fine, fine... at least let me torture him a bit.” He said opening his closed hand, causing a big flame to rise from his palm.

“No!! Absolutely not!!” You said pushing him. “Why do you like violence so much anyway?”

“Well, it’s just infuriating how he’s been treating you.”

You glared are him. “And violence is fun!”

“I should’ve known that you were only going to help me purely for entertainment.” You said getting up to walk to the other side of the room. He reached out for you a bit as you got up, not wanting you to leave his side.

“No, wait! It’s like a win win! I get to help you and get to have fun while doing it!” He assured happily.

“Nothing about this situation is fun!” You shouted. “I really thought you were a pretty understanding and empathetic guy, but I guess I was completely wrong.” You said, hurt. “I guess you only care about making yourself happy.”

“I’ve haven’t been happy in a long time.” He said looking at the floor with sorrow in his eyes.

“Oh no. Don’t even try to get me to pity you because I won’t. If you want someone’s pity so badly then go back to Lydia.”

“I just want someone to understand me. I thought you’d understand because you’re going through something similar as to what I went through.”

You rolled your eyes turning to look at him, his back facing you as he continued to look at the floor. Your eyes widened at the sight of his once green hair, being completely purple. “Abused, neglected, treated like a worthless tool. I mean in different ways obviously because that was your boyfriend to you and that was my mother-“

“Why is your hair a different color? How are you doing that?” You cut him off.

He sighed, grabbing at his hair and falling back into your bed. “My hair changes colors based on the emotions I’m feeling,” he said blatantly.

“Really??” You asked, popping your head above his. “That’s really cool,” you said, intrigued.

“Actually, it’s pretty inconvenient for me. I can’t hide my feelings like the rest of you breathers can. But even when I want people to know how I feel, they don’t really care. But I guess I sort of deserve that,” he chuckled but his weak smile turned into a face of dejection.

“So I guess purple means sad, right?” You asked, gently sitting next to him as he layed on his back. Your eyes both met, but he looked away without responding.

“I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have judged you so harshly. I’m just.. it’s hard for me to trust people.” You said looking off to the side. “It’s okay. Not many people trust me at first. I guess that’s just the kind of vibes I give off.”

Silence filled the room once again. You thought about your situation back at home and Beetlejuice’s strange offer. You felt bad for him because of what he’s gone through, but you knew he wasn’t genuinely wanting to help you, he just wanted to cause some chaos. At the same time you wanted him to feel wanted and cared for. ‘He’s a demon,’ you told yourself. ‘You have to be careful.’

“So have you thought about my offer?”

“Well, you’ll have to be more convincing...” You said standing up from your bed.

“I told you, I can end this for you.” He said sitting up, looking impatient.

“Without killing anyone?” You asked suspiciously, coming to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Without killing anyone,” he confirmed swinging his legs over the edge of the bed to sit next to you.

“Without any violence or chaos?”

“No promises...” he chuckled.

You hummed frustratedly, not knowing if you could trust him.

“Come on. What else are you going to? You’re too afraid to call the police, you’re too afraid to tell your family or ours. Or are you just going to wait it out and hope that he leaves? You’re still forgetting the fact that when you go back he could still be there. And you know what could happen the minute you walk through the door. You could die if you go back...”

You looked to the side, your mind at war. He made a pretty good point. Unless you could somehow get to the garage to see if your boyfriend’s car was there. But it didn’t have any windows and besides, he’d hear your car. Unfortunately your car wasn’t the quietest... you couldn’t believe you were thinking it, but maybe the best decision was to accept Beetlejuice’s offer. He was pretty convincing and it didn’t help that he was attractive. You turned to look at him, gazing into his eyes.

“Besides, what were the chances of actually meeting a demon that has the power to do anything you desire....” he said softly and flirtatiously.

“Anything...” you started looking smugly at him and using your hands to bring yourself closer to him. “Anything I desire...?” You asked slowly, now inches away from his face. His eyes widen at your response and you look up to see a strand of his green hair slowly turn pink. He noticed you looking at his hair, causing him to run his hand through his hair, keeping his hand over the pink strand.

“Anything, babes...” he said grinning, almost at whisper. He had removed his hand from his hair and moved even closer, and began looking at your lips. At this point, beginning at the roots, the rest of his green hair slowly started turning pink.

“Beetlejuice...” you said softly, looking at his lips as well.

“Yeah?” He asked quietly, still concentrating on your lips and moving closer.

“Beetlejuice...” you repeated, grinning. At this point your lips were only inches away from each other.

“Oh...” he realized you were about to say his name three times. “Say it again, doll...” he said smirking, still concentrating on your lips.

You suddenly noticed all of his hair was pink.

“Wait, what does pink mean?” You asked abruptly, backing away quickly.

He grinned still looking at you the same way. “It means this...” He leaned towards you without warning, his hand moving towards the back of your neck. “What are you,” you started, his lips interrupting your question. You weren’t actually planning on kissing him before, so you were pretty shocked. Your eyes widened at first, but you then closed them, finding yourself kissing him back. Your hands moved from his chest to his shoulders.

You pulled away confused, yet loving what just happened. You couldn’t believe a demon just kissed you. You were blushing, noticing his hair was still completely pink.

“Well... I must say... you are pretty persuasive...” you said teasingly. “But I’m still never gonna say your name three times.”

“I can live with that,” he said smirking. “That’s not the right word in my case, but you get what I’m saying.”

You giggled, still gazing at him lovingly. You realized that you both still had your arms around each other, but you decided not to let go.

“So what are you going to do if you’re not gonna accept my help?”

“I’m not sure, but I’ll think of something. I appreciate you accepting your defeat though.”

“That’s because one way or another, I know you’ll need me.” He said slyly looking down at you.

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Gonna be posting the fanfic request today!

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Getting close to done with my friend’s fan fiction!! Just letting people know that I’m still alive and working on fan fics!!

Unfortunately, I will be shutting off my anons for a very special fan fic that me and my friend @thats-specific came up with. I'll be working on it after I finish my last requests.

After I finish that special fan fic, I will turn my anons back on! 😄

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@little-miss-shy-goth here’s your request! Thanks for requesting and sorry it took so long. 🥺

(Also this isn’t as great as I’d want it to be, but I hope you like it anyway!)

Here’s the request:

Hello, can you do a fluffy Beetlejuce x reader fic or a fluffy Dewey fic about how they would react if they found out the reader is not a fan of kissing scenes because of the awkwardness? If not, that’s ok, I understand ^.^

I opened the microwave door and took out the hot bag of popcorn, pouring it into a large bowl. Betelgeuse and I had planned a movie night tonight, and it was his turn to pick the movie. I grabbed the bowl and turned to walk back into the living room to find him looking through dozens of movies. I sat down on the couch as he turned to face me.

“How about this gem?” He asked, waving a movie case in my face. I smiled and looked at the movie case in front of me. A very cliche and very terrible rom com. Usually he would pick an action or horror movie, but a romantic comedy? It seemed really unlike him.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “A rom com? Really?”

He laughed. “Yeah. Come on, it‘ll be fun. These kind of movies are so cringey they’re funny.”

I exhaled and reluctantly agreed. I couldn’t say no to him-which scared me a little. Here I was, falling for someone who would never like me back, dating other people just to try to get my mind off him. Sure, he casually flirts with me all the time, but thats how he is which everyone. I’m nothing more than a friend. Sad but true.

The movie started and we half-way watched it, turning our attention to each other every once in a while, getting lost in conversation throughout the movie. I know it’s cliché to say that I was falling for my best friend, but I was. And I hated it.

Towards the end of the movie, I focused my gaze back on the TV to see two characters sharing a kiss. It was a really awkward, slightly cringey kissing scene. I hated watching them, so I looked down at my phone, tapping it nervously with my fingers. Beej laughed and pointed at the TV, nudging me with his shoulder.

“See? This is hilarious! It’s so-hey, you’re not watching!”

I looked up from my phone and shrugged. “I just don’t see what you like about these kind of movies. They’re boring.”

He gasped. “Are you serious? This is comedy gold, and you promised you’d watch a movie with me!” He snapped his fingers and my phone disappeared out of my hands, a thin cloud of green smoke surrounding where it was. I scoffed and looked at him.

“Was that really necessary?” I asked, annoyed.

“You’ll get it back when the movie’s over,” he said sternly, crossing his arms.

I rolled my eyes and directed my gaze back at the screen. A few minutes later, two other characters in the movie started kissing and I shifted my gaze to the ceiling, then back at my fiddling fingers. Beej seemed to noticed, and looked as if he was about to say something, but I quickly took the popcorn bowl and headed for the kitchen before he could.

“I’m just gonna go make some more popcorn...” I mumbled as I walked away.

“Where are you going? The movies almost over,” he asked, concerned .

“Just gonna refill the popcorn, thats all...” I said from the kitchen.

“Well do you want me to pause it until you come back?” He called from the living room. I peeked my head from behind the wall to lock eyes with him.

“NOO, no it’s fine,” I laughed nervously.

He eyed me suspiciously but turned his attention back on the movie. I made another bag of popcorn, hoping that the movie didn’t have anymore terrible kisses in it.

Right as I was coming back, I heard Betelgeuse’s raspy laugh from the living room. “Oh babes, get in here, come look at this!”

I glanced back at the TV from behind the kitchen counter to see yet another kiss, this time between the two main characters. I cringed again and turned around to focus back on the popcorn.

“Oh come on, how many kissing scenes can this movie have?” I asked in frustration.

I heard him laugh from the couch behind me. “What is it, babes? Can’t handle a little romance?”

I playfully rolled my eyes again and turned around again to lean against the counter, eyeing him from the kitchen. He stared back into my eyes from the couch, sitting up.

“Okay, what is it?” He asked, pausing the movie to turn his full attention to me.

“What are you talking about? Nothings wr-“

He cut me off. “No, don’t give me that. Somethings wrong. You love watching movies with me. Why don’t you want to tonight?”

I broke eye contact with him and tried to gather a response. “I-“

“Come here,” he said, scooting over and patting the couch next to him. “Let’s talk.”

I smiled and exhaled sharply, trudging towards the couch. I sat down next to him and looked around the room, avoiding his eyes.

“Alright, what’s going on?” He asked, focused on me.

“What makes you think-“

“You’re avoiding eye contact, you obviously don’t want to watch this with me. Something’s wrong.”

He knew me too well. And the last thing I wanted was to get caught in his eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want to watch this with you, it’s just...” I exhaled, my gaze fixated on the wall behind the T.V. “I hate watching kissing scenes, okay?” I admitted.

I looked over at him as he gave me a confused look.

“Wait, that’s what this is all about? A few people kissing in a movie?” His lips curled into a slight smile. I shot him a serious look, and his smile faded. “Oh, you’re being serious...”

I looked down, embarrassed.

“Babes, why do you hate kissing so much to where you can’t even watch a movie with one in it?” He began. “Because I think it’s hilarious to watch bad actors kiss on screen.”

I shook my head, looking at the floor. “I don’t know, I’ve just never liked watching anyone kiss.”

He seemed to think for a second, and turned to me. “How long has this been going on?”

I thought back years ago to when it started. To the best of my knowledge, I’ve had this hatred of watching people kiss ever since high school.

“Actually, I did have a terrible first kiss...now that I think about it, that’s when it started.”

I looked over at Beej, who looked as if he were acting like a therapist, and smiled at his curious expression.

“Hmm...” he said, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. “Tell me about it.”

“I don’t really like to talk about it...” I trailed off.

“Wait,” he said. “Was it consensual?”

I frowned. “No...”

“Okay....well, what about other times? With other people?” He asked. I got embarrassed again and fiddled with my fingers once more.

“I haven’t kissed anyone else...” I admitted. There was a short silence and I looked over at him, staring at me in disbelief. I smiled.

“I’m serious!” I playfully hit his chest and crossed my arms, feeling a bit flustered.

“Wait, you mean to tell me that you’ve only been kissed once? Your whole life?”

He asked, shocked.

I smiled. “Yeah...”

“Why?”

I met his eyes. “I’m scared.”

His expression softened. “Scared of what?”

“Scared that every kiss will end up like that first one. Scared that it won’t be, you know, like that.” I gestured towards the TV, where the characters were gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. “My first kiss was awful...how do I know that all the rest won’t be the same?”

He exhaled and turned his entire body towards my direction, facing me. “(Y/n), look. Not every kiss is going to be good. But, you can’t live your life scared of the past. The past is over, and there’s no way that the next time you kiss someone it’s gonna be like that. You’ve just got to take a leap of faith. Stop being scared about things you can’t control, you know? Stop living in fear because one bad thing happened.”

I looked at him strangely. He’s never said anything like that. But I realized he was right. I met his eyes again.

“You know what? You’re right.”

I grabbed him by his collar and pulled his lips to mine for a split second before pulling away. I looked up at him nervously. He was understandably shocked, wide-eyed as the tips of his hair began fading into a bright pink. He didn’t hesitate though. Without warning, he brought our lips together again and kissed me passionately. Of course, I kissed back immediately, satisfying the urge I’ve had since the day I’ve met him. He snaked his hands around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It was everything I had ever wanted since the day we met. Surprisingly, he pulled away first and I opened my eyes, trying to decipher his expression.

“Wait, whoa, whoa, you’ve felt this way about me this whole time and you never said anything?” He asked, confused.

“Yeah...?”

He wore a look that I had never seen before. He looked confused, curious, and relieved all at the same time. “I never thought anyone would ever have genuine feelings for me...”

“Well I guess we both proved each other wrong.”

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DEWEY GETS A PUPPY AS A GIFT FROM THE READER 🥺❤️

Yess!!! That’s so cute!!!

Puppy Love (Dewey x Reader)

- Reader gives Dewey a puppy as a gift

Pic Credit: @thewolfisapartofmysoul

You quietly creak the front door open and peer into the living room, noticing that the TV is on, but to your luck, Dewey is dead asleep. You walk over hanging your purse on the kitchen chair and quickly run back out to your car.

You pick up a box with holes at the top and try to get a quick look from inside the box, but you can’t see much until a tongue sticks out through one of the holes and starts lapping at the air. You giggle to yourself as you quietly take the box inside. You quickly tiptoe past the living room to your bedroom and set the box on your bed and leave to go get wrapping paper.

As your hand reaches the basement door knob, you hear a grunt and some movement on the couch. Panicking, you freeze, hoping he’s just readjusting himself on the couch. Finally, the silence returned, so you slowly turn the door knob and open the door to head downstairs.

Once you get to the shelves full of wrapping paper, you of course grab the one with electric guitars on it. You head upstairs, back into your bedroom and immediately start wrapping the box. You decide to not poke holes at the top since you’ll be giving the present to him right away. Once you finish wrapping the box, you place a big red bow on top, and excitedly make your way to the living room.

You see Dewey all curled up on the couch which immediately puts a soft smile on your face. Placing the box behind the side of the couch, you walk over and crouch down to give him a kiss on the forehead.

“Dewey, wake up. I got you something,” you say as you pat his arm. Dewey hums at first, opening his eyes just a bit to see your smiling face.

“Hmm? What is it?” You turn off the TV as he starts to sit up, rubbing his eyes. He then looks at you and grins. “I’m glad to see you got home safely,” he says as he wraps his arms around you.

“Aww, well listen baby, I just wanted to say that I’m so proud of you for all your hard work on the past couple of days at school. And your final performance with the kids was stunning! I know you’re sad to see them go, but you taught them so well and have given them so many great memories that I’m sure they’ll never forget.”

Dewey smiles at your words, “Thanks, (Y/N). I’ve been depressed about it lately so I really needed to hear that. It’s insane how much they’ve grown and improved from the very first time I taught them to play, or I guess you could say just gave them better instruments to jam out on. I know they have to move on, and the same thing goes for me. They’ll go off to make new memories, and so will I.”

“Aww I’m glad to hear that,” you start, “Well, due to all your hard work and your new start, I wanted to give you something. Something that’ll also give you new memories,” you say as you walk over to grab the present and place it on his lap.

Biting his lip and grinning, Dewey grabs the bow and sticks it to your forehead. “Hey!!” you exclaim as you take the bow off and place it on top of his fluffy, messy hair. He shakes it off and pauses, looking at the present.

You both start to hear small thumping from inside the box as well as faint scratching sounds. Dewey looks at you immediately, furrowing his brow and cocking his head to the side. You start to laugh at his confusion. “Open it already!”

Dewey rips off part of the wrapping paper, revealing some of the holes at the top of the box. Dewey’s eyes immediately widen, and he immediately starts to rip off the rest of the wrapping paper. “You didn’t...” he says in complete shock. “Well, open it,” you say again giggling. Dewey opens the box and looks inside to see a puppy with mostly white fur and brown and grey patches, along with some black speckles covering its coat, and a pair of light blue eyes staring back at him.

Instead of thanking you, Dewey sits there with his mouth hanging open, staring at the puppy in complete awe. You laugh at him, grabbing the puppy with one hand and putting the box down on the floor so you could place the puppy in his lap.

Dewey slowly put his hands on the puppy, still shocked at the fact that an adorable little puppy was sitting in his lap. The puppy stood up on its hind legs with its front paws on Dewey’s chest and started licking his face. Dewey started laughing and pulled the puppy closer to him, hugging it. You smile enjoying seeing him so happy with a little playful ball of fur. Savoring the way he laughed and smiled when the puppy licked his nose and cheek, admiring the purely gleeful look in his eyes. “Where did you- how did you- why did you get it??”

You giggled, “I got it for you as a gift for all your hard work and to show how proud I am of you. You deserve something special. I hope you like her.”

“Like her? I LOVE HER!!! Thank you so much, (Y/N)! This is one of the best gifts ever! This is the most beautiful and cutest puppy I’ve ever seen! Her eyes are so blue! What breed is she?”

“She’s a beagle and Australian shepherd mix. What are you gonna name her?”

“I think I’m going to name her Sadie. But I don’t want her to be just my dog. I want her to be our dog,” he says as he looks over at you with a smile in his eyes.

Your heart immediately melts at his words and you can’t help but blush and grin. You scoot over and give him a hug, which is soon interrupted by a furry face and a tongue. You both start laughing and pet her.

“Well, we should go to the pet store now to pick out some things for her,” you say.

“Okay, but not yet. I think you deserve something special too,” he says as he leans in to kiss you. You kiss back, placing your hands on his chest and shoulder. Unfortunately, the kiss is stopped short due to a very playful and needy puppy who ends up jumping on your laps and licking your faces.

“As much as I’d love to, I think someone else has other ideas,” you say giggling. “Yeah...” he sighs, you’re right,” he says, ruffling the puppy’s fur.

“I hope this doesn’t mean we get less alone time,” he chuckles. “Nah,” you start, “Okay maybe just a little...” you start laughing.

The two of you head out to the car, Dewey holding the puppy in one hand, and holding your hand with the other.

Once you both got in the car, Dewey looked over at you with loving eyes and a warm smile on his face as you held the puppy.

“I love you so much,” he said as he kissed you again, this time lasting a bit longer.

“I love you too, Dewey,” you said after you broke the kiss, returning the smile.

Then Dewey started the car and drove out of the driveway to head to the pet store. A beautiful sunset filled the sky, and a love song began to play on the radio. You shook your head smiling because of the coincidence of the romantic setting. So cheesy, yet you loved it.

Instead of grabbing your thigh like most guys do in the car, Dewey reaches for you hand and holds it tight. Which in a way, gives you more butterflies then you’d get if he grabbed your thigh. It was a sweeter and more wholesome gesture. You gazed at your boyfriend as he drove you two down the road past the corn field. Then you looked back down at Sadie who had fallen asleep in your lap.

“It’s our puppy,” you repeated in your head. Ours.

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