Can I request beetlejuice finally telling you his feelings?
You’re relaxing on the sofa with Beetlejuice. You guys had been friends for a while now, ever since he appeared in your house and pestered you to say his name. He could be incredibly annoying but he wanted to watch horror movies with you and he didn’t mind letting you snuggle up to him on the sofa.
This particular night, Beej is being more over affectionate than usual,holding you close and playing with your hair at any given opportunity. He’s also fidgeting a lot - he can’t seem to keep still.You’re watching a film that he picked out and it doesn’t really make much sense to you but he seems to be enjoying it.
When the film is over, you go to get up off the sofa but you’re stopped by Beej grabbing your arm,
“Y/N, just wait a second... um, I want to talk to you about something.”
You panic for a moment, he sounds serious. You sit back down next to him, “what’s up, Beej?”
He looks, uncomfortable? no... not uncomfortable... nervous maybe? why would he be nervous?
“Look, we’ve been friends for ages and... well, the thing is...” he was tripping over his words as he tried to speak, “I think you’re awesome and, well, you’re super pretty and you're just fucking great."
"Beej is there a point to this?" you say, looking at him softly
He pauses. You can see the look on his face completely change and then the penny drops.
"I think I like you, Y/N, and not just as a friend, like in the way where I want to kiss you. The kind of like where I want to be inside you -"
"BEEJ!" You laugh, slapping his arm playfully.
"Hey! No, god, babes, I meant that in the least creepy way possible. I just think I like you more than I was planning too. I'm sorry if that's wrong and it's fine you know, you don;t have to like me like that either, I can stop liking you that way.. you know, if... if you want me too." By this point, he's rambling and the tips of his unruly hair are dusted with a deep pink.
It's cute. He's clearly flustered.
You stare at him for a moment, the silence growing between you too. He fidgets some more, playing with his fingers nervously as he waits for you to say something.
You find yourself unable to find words, your heart beating heavily under your chest. Perhaps you had feeling for hi too you just were waiting for him to say something first.
Without thinking, you lean in and place a soft kiss on his lips. He gasps, clearly surprised but he relaxes almost immediately, leaning into you.
When you pull away, his hair is completely pink and he's flushed, as are you.
"Well, does that mean you like me that way too?"
"Don't be an idiot, Beej, of course it does"
