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he was there during siege of the North. he infiltrated the spirit oasis. he has an uncle who studies spirits and the spirit world. he watched the sky go dark then the moon suddenly reappear like everyone else in the entire world did. and most importantly he watched zhao get eaten by a giant godzilla fish spirit.
Also, Iroh was there? He literally watched Sokka make out with the moon spirit. And you want to tell me that a romantic sap like him would not have immediately told Zuko about this romantic tragedy? Please, Zuko has known about this for ages, he just knows that this is not an acceptable situation in which to say “yeah, I know.”
BEETLEJUICE HEADCANON: Beetlejuice Falling For A Human Who’s Feisty & Not Scared Of Him Would Include…
Request: “For the beetlejuice ask how about movie beetlejuice meeting a living that doesn't get scared or grossed out of him and actually bites back? With time they start to be from playful enemies to friends to lovers. Thanks in advance!” (Anonymous)
(A/N: Okay, my first work for our Ghost With the Most, let’s see how this goes! Thanks for the request, Anon, and I hope you enjoy this!)
Yeah… let’s just say Beetlejuice is not used to meeting anyone, living or dead, who isn’t scared of him.
You were the new librarian at Lydia’s school, and had agreed to tutor her in English. Given that information, when you showed up at the Maitland-Deetz residence for your first session with Lydia, he figured a bookish nerd like you would be easy to scare. Spoiler alert: you were not.
When you excused yourself to the guest bathroom in the middle of your visit, he quickly teleported behind the mirror and waited. Then, when you went to wash your hands, Beetlejuice popped straight out of the mirror and let out his most horrible scream, even transforming his face into a disfigured hunk of bloody meat for added effect.
He‘d counted on you fainting from the shock of the fright, maybe even having a heart attack if the scream had been really blood-curdling. But other than a slight widening of the eyes when you saw his face, you didn’t react to him at all.
In fact, you rolled your eyes. You seemed annoyed by one of the most terrifying faces he knew how to make.
“Um, okay, what was the point of that? Also, were you just waiting in that mirror while I used the bathroom? Perv.”
The Ghost With the Most didn’t really know how to react to that, but he could feel anger and his own annoyance firing up inside him. So, you didn’t think he was scary, did you? Well, he could change that.
Of course, his brain wasn’t supplying him with any good ideas on how to do that at the moment. So he settled for letting out another loud scream that left cracks all through the bathroom mirror and teleporting away.
He later found out from Lydia that the young goth had told you all about the ghosts sharing her house beforehand, so you wouldn’t get scared if you wound up seeing him or the Maitlands. Needless to say, old BJ was not happy about that. He felt like Lydia had robbed him of the chance to give a good scare.
“Well, what the hell’d ya do that for, kid? I coulda given that breather a good heart attack if ya hadn’t been such a tattletale!”
“Well, excuse me if I didn’t want [Y/N] to be totally unprepared for me having two ghosts and a demon living in my house. Seriously, Beetlejuice, I talked to them after you tried to scare them, and they told me they don’t ever really get scared. Just give it up.”
Yeah, you should never tell Beetlejuice to give anything up, because he is stubborn as all hell and doesn’t know how to let anything go. As such, that conversation with Lydia made him swear to himself that he was going to scare you, no matter what or how long it took.
Such began the demon’s personal war against you. He started to follow you wherever you went, trying to scare you whenever he could catch you alone. He jumped out from behind things, filled the air around you with bone-chilling rattles and screams, even once showed you a vision of your own rotted corpse in a mirror, but nothing worked. You never did anything but roll your eyes and scoff, and you even took to snapping back at him, asking why he even tried anymore when he clearly wasn’t getting anywhere.
It went on like this for a while, to the point where Lydia was sick and tired of her demon friend’s obsession with scaring you, and the entire Maitland-Deetz household was certain this was going to go on until Beetlejuice scared you or you sent him back to the Netherworld yourself. But then, shockingly, something changed.
Having been making his attempts daily for the past few months, Beetlejuice decided to take a break for one day before coming back to try again. He figured that laying off for one day would lull you into a false sense of security for when he struck again.
But what he got definitely wasn’t what he was expecting. You didn’t scream or faint or show any sign of fear when you saw him, but you didn’t roll your eyes or make your usual snarky comment either. In fact, you smiled at him.
“Oh, there you are. I was kind of worried when you didn’t show up yesterday. Did something happen?”
And for just a moment, you achieve the impossible - you make Beetlejuice speechless. There is a solid minute where he just doesn’t know what to say. You were worried about him? Did you actually look forward to seeing him? How could you possibly look forward to him trying to scare you?
Apparently, he must have said some of that out loud, because the next thing he knows you’re scoffing and grinning even wider at him.
“Of course I look forward to seeing you, idiot. I figured you always trying to scare me was your way of saying you wanted to be friends.”
And that, of course, gave birth to a whole new thought spiral. Did he want to be friends with you? Actually, he probably did. Sure, he’d been super annoyed at first that he couldn’t scare you, but he realized he’d actually come to sort of - like that about you. He liked that you didn‘t really give a shit about him being a demon, and that, like Lydia, you weren’t going to let him get away with being a chaotic asshole. You weren’t afraid to put him in his place, and, as much as he acted like he hated being told what to do, he secretly loved people who were brave enough to do it.
"Uh, yeah, dollface, sure. Let's be friends."
Thus begins a chaotic friendship for the ages, because you and Beetlejuice actually teaming up to cause trouble? That's something people didn't even know to be scared of until it happened. The two of you played horrific jokes on every member of the Maitland-Deetz household, even Lydia, who knew enough of Beetlejuice's tricks to do nothing more than roll her eyes. The pranks were amazing and scary from the beginning, but when you began to give ol' BJ permission to possess you? Oh, that was when the fun really started.
And somewhere in all that fun, the Ghost With the Most himself began to develop feelings for you.
The realization came as a complete shock. It was like one moment, the two of you were sitting around on your roof, laughing about your latest prank, and then, out of the blue, he was struck by how much he liked your laugh. How sweet your laugh was, and how he wanted to listen to you laugh like that all the time.
Holy shit, he thought, I'm soft for this breather. Fuck.
Needless to say, he was completely unsure how to deal with these feelings. They weren't something he'd felt for anyone before, ever. And it wasn't like he could talk to you about them, since the feelings were concerning you. So he turned to the only other person who was willing to put up with him for a whole conversation - Lydia.
Of course, the goth girl was thrilled. She'd been secretly waiting for you and Beetlejuice to get together, and now, finally, she was in a position to help make it happen.
She helped her demon friend make a plan to confess to you, and once it was ready, she called you to the house one night, claiming that she had a big English test tomorrow and needed your help with cramming.
You believed her, but when you got to the house, Lydia didn't seem all that worried about studying. Instead, she casually told you that Beetlejuice wanted to talk to you on the roof before anything, and went to the living room to watch TV with her dad and Delia.
Extremely confused, you made your way to the roof - and promptly got even more confused at the sight before you.
Beetlejuice was standing there awkwardly, in a nicer suit than the one he usually wore (and by nicer, you really meant with less stains), clutching a withered rose in his hand. As you walked up to him, he thrust the flower out to you wordlessly, and you took it, utterly lost.
"Uh, Beej? What's all this?"
Before he answered, Beetlejuice scratched the back of his neck, more nervous than you'd ever seen him. But finally, he managed to get the words out.
"Well, dollface, I, uh - I like ya. You know, like, I wanna kiss you and hold your hand and do all that lovey-dovey junk. I think you're pretty cool, for a breather. Whaddaya say?"
There was a moment where you just stood there, not speaking or moving, and for a second, Beetlejuice was scared he'd screwed up utterly and you'd never want to talk to him again. But then your face broke out into a wide, excited smile, and you jumped forward, throwing your arms around him.
"Of course I want to be with you, you idiot. How could I not?"
Beetlejuice wasn't able to answer - he wasn't able to do anything but smile and wonder how he was lucky enough to have met someone like you. This would be the start of a beautiful relationship - no matter how exactly it had started.
Notes/Warnings: Female Reader, Polyamory, Threesome, some M/M action, Oral Sex (F+M Receiving), Some dirty talk, possessiveness, teasing, Orgasm Denial, Safe Sex (Wrap it and tap it bbz), Facial
Since, canonically, Stu was 17 and Billy was just 18, I’ll be setting most if not all fics with them in an AU where their plan worked as they wanted and they’re now in college/adult life unless otherwise specified.
Requested by Anon
After a slow chase across the living room, taking a step or two back every time Billy stepped forwards, you had nowhere else to go. Eventually, your back thudded against something so you had no option but to stop in your tracks. You didn’t take your eyes off Billy. In a second, he had you totally cornered as he took the final two steps, leaning so close that the curls of his fringe brushed against your forehead. Billy’s eyes fell to your parted lips and he smirked like a hungry wolf, a darkness behind his eyes that made your breath suddenly catch in your throat. You were at his mercy,
Without a word, he dipped his head and stole your breath again with his lips. Two hands lowly trailed around your waist, upwards to cross over your stomach, and pulled you backwards. The soft touches made you shiver and Billy’s kisses didn’t help, especially when he gripped you by your chin, so low it was almost your throat, and moved your head back so he could explore your mouth with his tongue. He held you there and left your neck open and exposed for a second pair of lips to press right at the base of your neck.
Stu, the solid presence behind you, practically giggled against your neck when you jumped at the sudden touch.
His arms tightened around you further, pulled you even closer to him so he was pressed against you as much as he could be, as his kisses got firmer. With his closeness and the position of his head, he could perfectly see you and Billy kiss, and he was captivated; each slight peek of your tongues touching, the barely perceivable noises you made, made him squeeze the handful of your sides he’d taken hold of “You’re so hot.” He muttered to break the almost perfect silence. You again whimpered when Billy pulled away, a very soft ‘no’ slipping out without your permission. Billy smirked but ultimately ignored you.
“Which one of us, Stu?”
“Fuck. Either, both.” He poked his tongue out just a little “Does she taste as good as she looks?” He murmured and dropped his mouth to your neck again, this time nipping ever so slightly. It stung but didn’t exactly hurt, especially after he soothed the little mark with his tongue and made you shudder. Stu took that as encouragement to spatter little bites across the entire side of your neck, not enough to last but always circling each one with his tongue a couple of times before he moved to the next. Billy chuckled when a particularly sharp bite made your hand fly back to grip Stu’s hair.
“Better.” He leaned forwards and kissed you very briefly. Slowly, he licked his lips, as though savoring the lingering taste of a sweet treat “You want a taste?” You could feel the shaky exhale against your neck, his chest quaking a little at your back, his fingers curling in your shirt. He nodded three times, quickly.
“More than anything.” He muttered, just loud enough for Billy to hear.
You wanted so bad for either of them to kiss you, so you softly tugged Stu’s hair to pull him away from your neck and press your lips to his. The second you started to turn to him, Billy tutted and turned your head to face him instead “Nuh-uh. Not just yet, pretty thing. He’ll have his turn later. Right now-” He shifted his grip on your chin so he could stroke his thumb over your bottom lip “-these lips are mine.”
“But Stu-”
“-Stu gets to taste you. I never said where.” Your eyes widened and you instinctively clenched your lower muscles. As though the implication wasn’t enough, he carried on “I want to watch him lick your sweet pussy until you squirm. I want to watch your thighs tremble around his ears, and I want to hear you fucking scream.”
“Fuck.” You breathed; the sentiment was shakily echoed in your ear from Stu behind you. Stu dropped his forehead to your shoulder.
“He’s good at that, isn’t he?” He muttered.
“How about we get to bed?” Billy purred. His gaze then shifted a little to Stu “How’s that sound?”
Stu didn’t say anything. Instead, he uncurled himself from around you, dipped down and hooked his arms under your back and legs. Without a word, you were lifted up; you didn’t even manage to make a shocked noise at how surprisingly strong the seemingly lanky man was before he had taken you out of the room. Billy shook his head with a chuckle as he followed after you.
Stu shifted you around a little so he could fall with you onto the bed, grinning down at you as he narrowly avoided slamming his head right into yours “Hey there, cutie.”
“Hey yourself.” You said through a giggle His blue eyes darkened a little and dropped down to your lips, parted and stretched with a smile. He tipped his head down, his lips mere inches from your own before you decided to arch up and meet him halfway.
Before you could feel more than the soft relieved exhale he let out, Stu was yanked back almost entirely off the bed with a yelp. You sat up almost as quickly as Stu had been dragged off you “What the fuck?!” He pouted and whined as Billy let go of the back of his shirt, a frown on his own face. Billy stuck close to him as a darkness bloomed across his face. The two of them got almost as close as you and Stu had been moments before.
“Did you hear what I said?” It didn’t even seem like Stu was listening to him then, instead biting back a smirk as his eyes fell to Billy’s snarl as hungrily as he had looked at you “Her lips are mine.”
“Ooh, possessive. It’s hot.”
“You’ve said that before.” Billy muttered.
“It’s true.” Stu tipped his head to the side a little and for a second you thought they were going to kiss. The ball of tension low in your stomach deepened as you realized you wouldn’t mind much if they did “You get aggressive. Dangerous. I like it.”
“Obviously.” Billy’s eyes flicked over to you as he spoke, almost as an afterthought “Let’s not neglect our guest though.”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine for a second, right babe?” Stu asked as he looked back at you, a charming smile on his face. You nodded and trailed your eyes down the two of them.
“More than fine. I’m just…” Your eyes stopped just at their waists. Both were obviously hard; Stu a bit more noticeably since his trousers had more give than Billy’s dark jeans but you could tell they were both blessed there in their own ways “enjoying the view.”
“See?” Stu grinned “More than fine. And anyway, I’m the one being neglected. I’m not even allowed to get a kiss.”
Billy sighed at Stu’s theatrical pout and dramatic clutch of his hands over his heart. Still, he barely hesitated to grab Stu by the hair and pull him into a kiss. It seemed just as breathtaking as the kiss between the two of you had been, though pushed further faster than yours. Where Billy had let you adjust to the feeling of his lips and his way of kissing, he pretty much went straight to biting Stu’s bottom lip, making him whine and moan and grab at Billy’s hips so he could pull him somehow even closer. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened as you tried to focus on each detail of what was happening before you. It was hard not to be distracted by the wetness growing between your thighs.
Slowly, as the kiss just got filthier and the two of them started grinding against each other, you let your hand trail down between your legs and under your clothes so you could rub against your slit. Stu wrapped his arms around Billy to keep him close as they moved together so fluidly. Your touches to yourself got firmer and you spread your legs a little further apart. Without thinking, you let a soft moan loose and brought the attention back to you.
Billy tutted slightly and shook his head as he detangled himself from Stu “How needy. I thought you were fine just watching.” Before you could reply, he reached over to grab your ankle and tugged you a little bit further down the bed, just enough that you fell onto your back again “C’mon, Stu. Greedy girl needs attention after all.” Stu was shoved back onto the bed, landing unceremoniously on his knees between your legs. He trailed his hands up your legs and hooked his fingers into the waistbands of your bottoms and panties.
“Do I get my taste now, cutie?” He grinned. It grew ever wider when you nodded coyly at him. He actually giggled when he almost pulled you off the bed in his hurry to bare you to him. Those blue eyes widened almost comically at your pussy, already obviously wet for them “You really are pretty everywhere, huh?” He muttered, making you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. His tongue peeked out to wet his lips before he leaned in and pressed a soft teasing kiss to your thigh. Making sure you were looking at him, he grinned and winked before leaning forwards again and trailing the tip of his tongue across your slit.
Your toes curled, one hand tangled in the bedsheet and the other gripping Billy’s shirt, as you were dragged to the edge. You tried to rock up against Stu’s mouth, but his arm was strong and locked tight against your hips. Even if your mouth wasn’t occupied by Billy’s unforgiving tongue, you weren’t sure you could even moan. The boys had worked you up so much that you didn’t have it in you to do much more than whimper.
Just as you were about to cum, Stu pulled back again. You whined a muffled ‘no!’ against Billy’s lips, shaking your hips as though you could entice his mouth back to you. No such luck, of course.
“Aww.” Billy pouted as he pulled away also, obviously trying to hide a smile “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll let you cum.”
“Just got to make sure you’re wet enough. We wouldn’t want to hurt you.” You were plenty wet enough. You were soaking your thighs and pretty much the whole bottom half of Stu’s face, from nose to chin. He didn’t seem to mind or care, sticking his tongue out as far as he could while trying to lick up your mess “You taste fucking amazing.” He said with a goofy smile. One hand dropped between your legs and swiped slowly upwards to your clit, making your legs twitch as he gathered your slick onto his fingertips “Ever taste yourself before?” Hesitantly, you nodded once. Stu’s smile grew and he lifted his hand to your mouth, slipping the two fingers past your lips. Instantly you licked them clean, sucking every trace of you from his fingers and gripping his wrist so he didn’t leave your mouth empty. Stu’s jaw dropped a little and he pressed the tip of his tongue to his canine, his breaths deepening when your tongue slipped between his fingers.
He flicked his eyes over to Billy, who was looking at your lips with a similar look of awe. It took a second for him to realize that Stu’s attention was on him but when he did finally meet his partner’s gaze, Stu raised his eyebrows and gestured to you. Without a word said between them, they seemed to reach an understanding that led to Stu pulling his hand away, despite the pathetic whine you let out.
You had no-one touching you for almost twenty seconds. Twenty agonizing seconds, after God knows how long with Stu’s tongue on your cunt and Billy’s tongue in your mouth. Your body felt suddenly cold. They weren’t even doing anything. They were both just looking between you and each other that whole time. Just as you started to fidget and shift about on the bed, they decided to move into action.
Stu lifted his shirt and sweater off in one go, showing off every inch of his surprisingly toned chest. It wasn’t like he was hiding unbelievable muscle, he was almost as lanky as he seemed, but there was more definition in his arms and chest than you’d expect to see “You ready to get fucked now, cutie?” You nodded once, biting your bottom lip as you followed the movement of his hands as he unbuttoned his trousers. Suddenly, you were gripped at the chin again by Billy and forced to look him in the eye.
“Use your words, or you don’t get anything.”
“Yes, I’m…” Your voice cracked and scratched at your throat from using it only to moan for the past forever, so you had to clear your throat “I’m ready. I want it.”
“That good enough for you, Stu?” Stu pouted thoughtfully, pausing with his trousers fully undone but sadly not moving to take them off.
“Maybe be a little more specific, cutie.”
“Stu.”
“What? I need to know what you want.” You dropped your head back with an embarrassing whimper “Do you want my tongue on your clit again? Or my fingers in your pussy? I’d be more than happy to get back to that.”
“Your cock.” You said, though your voice cracked again in the middle “Stu, pleasefuck me. I need you so bad.”
“Oh, you need me?” He chuckled “If it’s that bad, I guess I can’t refuse you.” You shook your head, biting back a smile when he shifted his trousers off, almost falling onto his face on the bed in his hurry. Billy threw him a condom that he almost dropped. His underwear was gone and on the floor before you could even blink (boxer briefs, you realized absently, and that sort of made sense) and he was on his knees on the bed between your spread legs.
Instantly after sliding the condom on, his hands were on your thighs, high up enough they were borderline at your hips, squeezing as he took a good look up and down your body, spread out and laid bare for him. When his eyes met yours again, he smiled and winked at you as he reached down and guided his length between your slick folds. You were so wet, dripping, that it didn’t need much time for his cock to be soaked. The first push in was slow, blissful, and almost embarrassingly easy but you couldn’t even think to be ashamed when you saw Stu’s face; totally lax at the feeling of you, his head cast down and eyes fixed between your legs. He looked lost in you, blessed to be allowed to feel you and touch you and see you. When he finally looked away from your lewd connection and up to your eyes, he broke out into a grin that was almost manic and winked at you. Slowly, he pulled back out, almost entirely, just to thrust forward hard enough to jolt the bed. Then again. And again. And again; this time using his grip on your thighs to pull you to meet him.
Meanwhile, Billy’s hand had trailed down your neck and across your collarbone, then down to gently follow the curve of your breast. A ghosting touch so unlike the hard jolts of Stu’s hips but just as tempting, especially as he curled his fingers around your breast, lightly squeezing with an appreciative hum, and then circled his finger across your pebbled nipple. You blinked your attention up to him, but it still took a second for your eyes to really find and focus on his own. Billy chuckled and moved his free hand up to cup your cheek “Feels good?” You nodded, which he mimicked with a teasing smile “You like having Stu fuck you like this? With me watching?” You nodded. The words couldn’t even come to your mind, let alone be formed with your lips, your mind overrun with the feeling of Stu inside you and Billy’s hands on you “Think you can do something for me, beautiful?” Again, you nodded, and his smile grew. He dipped down and kissed you deeply but tragically pulled back far too soon for your liking “Just open your mouth, real wide. I want to see your pretty lips stretched around my cock.” Without a second of hesitation, your jaw dropped and your tongue lolled out of your mouth. Billy chuckled and hurriedly unzipped his jeans, doing little more than pushing his jeans off his hips so he could comfortably take his cock out.
It seemed he was sick of denying himself pleasure just to rile you up. His cock was almost bright red and twitching in front of you at even the lightest breath, not that you had much chance to really look at it before he guided the thick head past your lips. He let you lick and gently suck at the tip for a few seconds, sighing at finally having some form of relief, as he practically petted your hair. With how your eyes fluttered closed, you almost missed the gentle half-smile on Billy’s face.
He did most of the work, rocking his hips shallowly, taking a very light hold on the back of your head. You did as much as you could, though; you trailed the tip of your tongue up the underside of his cock, circled the head, sucked lightly, tried to coax him to fuck your mouth deeper. Billy groaned low in his throat and bit his bottom lip as he tilted his head “Oh, that’s it, baby. You’ve got such a fucking good mouth. Bet your pussy feels like heaven.”
“Closest I’ll ever get to it.” Stu murmured, more to himself than anything else, but it still made Billy chuckle.
“Hear that, pretty thing? You gonna let me feel that good?” Before you could even bring yourself to answer, Billy did it for you “Of course you are, because you’d do anything for us, right? You’d do anything for me?” You hummed in agreement. He slowed his thrusts a little and stroked a hand through your hair, moaning lowly “Good girl. Because I want to fuck you next. All you have to do is cum for us.” He flicked his eyes up to Stu and half nodded. Stu grinned.
Stu stilled his own thrusts then, fully inside you, biting his bottom lip with a low groan as he rolled his hips, not even pulling out, just grinding against you, inside you, and really pressing on your sweet spot as his right hand drew back to your core. He thumbed at your clit, sending shocks through your body and making you hum a low moan around Billy’s cock. You reached down to where Stu’s hand was at your hip, curling your fingers around his and trying to rock against him. He smiled and let out a deep happy sigh “Gonna cum for us? I know you’re close, just let it all out, cutie.”
You’d been built up, teased, so much that you couldn’t hold on for much longer. You wanted to make one of them cum at least, before you did, but you really couldn’t handle being on the edge for much longer, especially when Stu shifted his hips, rocked back and struck your g-spot perfectly as he rubbed your clit. Your grip on Stu’s hand and Billy’s thigh tightened as your body tensed and your toes curled; behind your tightly clenched eyelids, your eyes crossed a little and you moaned around Billy’s length.
Within a second, Stu was moaning openly and pressed himself as tightly as he could against you, shuddering as he emptied himself into the condom. He didn’t pull out, not at first; instead, he just bent over your body and nuzzled against your neck, kissing at the lingering little marks he’d already left on you “Do I get to kiss her lips yet, Billy?” Instead of answering, Billy pulled back, slipping from your lax mouth, and stroked himself four or five times before coming with a growl over the lower half of your face, some landing in your mouth and across your lips. He took a second to catch his breath before petting both you and Stu.
“Go for it. I’m going to get some water.” He muttered. You didn’t expect Stu to want to, but he drew himself up and kissed you. He didn’t even seem to mind the taste, even slipping his tongue into your mouth to chase it before you even managed to react, but nothing seemed to stir towards being risqué again.
You parted sweetly and he smiled at you, kissing your cheek before dropping his head down to rest against your heaving chest “You know, cutie?” He asked, making you hum a little absently “We might just end up keeping you.”
in which you confess to beej your love, and the arousal he expected to feel flips to a new emotion he’d never felt before, and all he wants to do is hold you. sweet sweet fluff with the tiniest mention of nsfw.
you chewed on your lip as you sat on the couch and waited for beetlejuice to come back home. it was time he knew, for both your sakes. you were quite sure he felt as passionately about you as you did him, but the anxiety still remained in your stomach like a rock. what if you were wrong??what if he doesn’t like you and it ruins things, and you lose him?? what if he acts all flirtatious like that with everyone, and you’re not truly special to him??
but the rock in your stomach shrunk every time you thought of the positive what ifs. what if he does like you?? maybe he’d be elated, maybe he’d be speechless. maybe he’d kiss you like you were gonna run away, maybe he’d fuck you into the carpet right then and there. you sat on the couch, playing with the huge green jewel on a silver chain that he bought (stole) you as you lost yourself in blissful thought, and felt the rock in your stomach change from one of anxiety to one of arousal. a tiny smile crept onto your face, and the eyes that you hadn’t noticed were blown wide all this time softened. you were high off the thought of him: you couldn’t wait for him to know any longer.
you were unpleasantly pulled from your thoughts and your facial expression morphed to one of panic as beej came up next to you and went:
“boo!” you gasped in utter panic and scooted away. he laughed hysterically, way more than was warranted for such a dumb joke, and fell over seated on the couch. he knew, however, the laughter would end soon when you inevitably scolded him. he savored the laugh and waited for the punishment.
but it didn’t come. you didn’t say ‘fuck you, beej’ or even a ‘not cool!’. no endearing punch in the shoulder. concerned, he turned to face you. your knees were brought to your chest and you stared at him terrified—the way his victims would stare at him. he hated it, and his eyes widened.
“babes?” he scooted closer to you, but stopped and moved back when you flinched. “babes, what’s wrong?? talk to me, y/n.” he was so stressed and worried that he almost sounded defensive. petrified in fear of rejection, you forced out words.
“beej, i—” he nodded encouragingly. “i have something to tell you.” he could feel your heart beating from your chest, and the excitement built inside him as he asked himself: ‘is this it? is this finally it?’
“i… i wanted to tell you for a while. but it’s just that… i never saw you agreeing with me and so i sort of never saw the point and—” your words slowly faded as he watched you. your cheeks were flushed and your pupils dilated. beej buzzed with excitement and arousal, and his hair betrayed him as it swirled to magenta. your words were soon mumbled from gibberish to completely silent—all he could think was:
‘i’m going to fuck you senseless tonight and—oh, fuck.’
you pulled him by his suspenders back to reality and onto your lips. you kissed him like you may never have the chance to again, and his demeanor and body softened closer into your embrace. it was involuntary, and any desire you both may have had for him to make a voluntary movement was simply not plausible. he couldn’t believe what was happening, who was resting on his lips. even more, he was alarmed at this totally new feeling. all mere arousal was gone, it wasn’t quite adoration. was only on the verge of obsession. the feeling he couldn’t assign a name other than: “that feeling where you get swept up by someone or something and would rather die (again) than be let go. that feeling where you just want to hold and kiss someone til the end of days. a feeling i want to hang onto forever.” his hair faded from magenta to a bright, buzzing pink.
if your hair had shown your mood, too, it would be a rainbow. aroused magenta, anxious yellow, heart warmed pink, purple fear of rejection. but more than anything, your head would grow over with pink the longer you stayed on his lips, losing yourself. his lips were surprisingly smooth and moist, his beard was scruffy and uneven and it tickled your skin delightfully. he tasted of unkept, dirt covered grass, overgrown moss, and what you think may’ve been a bit of blood. his lips were cold and at the moment, stiff and unmoving (for once in his life). it would’ve been an extremely unpleasant experience, for anyone that wasn’t you. you were over the moon at the taste of lips, the taste of bloodied-dirt, and the paralyzing chill of his lips. you couldn’t get enough. your core soaked itself and awakened with arousal, your heart stopping in its place. your stomach erupted with butterflies.
to both of your dismays, you pulled away slowly for air, but kept your faces still inches apart. as you panted for breath, it grazed his skin and tickled his beard. you still had hold of his suspenders and were looking right into his blown eyes. his expression, surprised, breathless, and silent, made his thoughts clear—he didn’t like it. you averted your gaze and scooted back. that’s when instinct kicked in, and he hurriedly chased after you, hands and knees on the couch cushion as he pulled you into another kiss. your smile broke the kiss within seconds, despite how much you tried to repress it. you kept your eyes closed, and time stopped for beej as he looked at you, smiling with utter joy, just inches from his face, all because of the kiss he left on your lips. you opened your eyes as your smile faded to a tiny grin and pushed him back into a seated position on the couch, crawling towards him and swinging your legs over his as you rested your hand on his shoulder and hid your face in his chest. he looked at you speechless, and only stroked your hair with the large arm he had wrapped around you, savoring the feel of your breaths on his chest. this was bliss.
“y’know, babes…” you looked up to him and he melted. “i fully expected to fuck you senseless the day you confessed to me but…” you brightened at his blunt words and barely rubbed your legs to try and omit the arousal. he didn’t miss this, of course. “all i wanna do right now is hold you.” his voice was still gravely, but for once, quiet.
“bold of you to assume i’d confess to anything.” he chuckled and planted a kiss on your forehead, his heart erupting with euphoria that he was finally able to do that. “i’m tired beej. confessing your love usually does that to you…” he hid it, but in his mind…
love…? from her? to me?? !!!
he couldn’t tell if in your tired daze you meant to say that, but he didn’t want to think about that now. for once, he wanted to be optimistic, and feel. feel the mere idea of you loving him.
with a smile, he teleported the both of you to your room and held you to a deep slumber under the covers, warm body pressed to his wonderfully cold side.
even in your sleep, your smiles never faded.
end
a/n: AYO BUT Y’ALL FEELING A NSFW NEXT MORNING PART TWO DOE???? 😳
also idk where the mood ring hair idea came from but it’s fucking genius so credit to whoever came up with that.
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