@thebeetlejuice

@thebeetlejuice​

The demon didn't want it to end, he wanted to continue like this, he didn't want to imagine that one hour he would have to let go and feel alone again, sincerely, Beetlejuice hated to admit it but he had already tried to hug his own clones and had already tried to do his own clones hug him, it wasn’t the same thing, certainly the feeling was different, when he hugged the rock star he felt good, he felt happy, everything was so good, the smell, the hug, the comfort, but at the same time it made him sad and angry imagining that it could end, Beetlejuice's nails started to get bigger and sharper, his hands were gripping the rock star's clothes as if Beetlejuice's 'non-life' depended on this.

"I'm sure my Lydia would provoke me and laugh a lot ... Could we do this every day ... Maybe?"

Beetlejuice took another deep breath “Why are we like this? ... So... How’s life for a rockstar? I thought women and men would throw themselves at your feet or something like that. ”

The rockstar only chuckled  , choking slightly as his grip on the demon loosened.        “Hey.. Are you feeling alright? You seem... tense.”

He was very cautious now, as the music teacher slowly pulled his hands off his waist and to his sides. He was s l i g h t l y uncomfortable , but he could deal. For now.

❝ you were never even wrong in the first place, right? ❞ with hooman ! beej pls 🥺🥺

Lydia had been sitting on a bench in a park. It was a rare sight, but she was trying to grow. Something Delia has been asking her to do since their first meeting. As her eyes scanned over the human next to her, she shook her head. So many thoughts were crowding her mind, yet she wasn’t sure what they were about. Her fingers played with a single strand of her long, blonde, hair as she closed her eyes. Her Mother’s birthday was coming up, but that was the last thing on her mind. School had started, friends started to leave her, and bullied kept picking on her. As she opened her eyes, the girl looked down to the sketch book on her lap. The smooth paper was covered with small bits of rubber and lines of graphite. Her dark brown eyes gazed over it and she shuddered. God, she couldn’t even do anything. Why was she still here? 

-; this sucks- but i’m brain dead so this is a little something to lead up to the point cause idfk-

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

The musician scoffed slightly as he backed away from the demon. VERY AWKWARDLY. 

“I uh- Yeah. Sure. Go ahead. I won’t stop you this time.”

The man quickly scampered up to his room, tears welling in his eyes. If that wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to him . . .  The feelings he had for the demon had grown since they’d first interacted. And he was never one to handle rejection well. He never did. 

@thebeetlejuice​

The demon didn't want it to end, he wanted to continue like this, he didn't want to imagine that one hour he would have to let go and feel alone again, sincerely, Beetlejuice hated to admit it but he had already tried to hug his own clones and had already tried to do his own clones hug him, it wasn’t the same thing, certainly the feeling was different, when he hugged the rock star he felt good, he felt happy, everything was so good, the smell, the hug, the comfort, but at the same time it made him sad and angry imagining that it could end, Beetlejuice's nails started to get bigger and sharper, his hands were gripping the rock star's clothes as if Beetlejuice's 'non-life' depended on this.

"I'm sure my Lydia would provoke me and laugh a lot ... Could we do this every day ... Maybe?"

Beetlejuice took another deep breath “Why are we like this? ... So... How’s life for a rockstar? I thought women and men would throw themselves at your feet or something like that. ”

The rockstar only chuckled  , choking slightly as his grip on the demon loosened.        “Hey.. Are you feeling alright? You seem... tense.”

He was very cautious now, as the music teacher slowly pulled his hands off his waist and to his sides. He was s l i g h t l y uncomfortable , but he could deal. For now.

The rockstar nuzzled his face into the demons neck with a happy purr as he slowly placed his hands at his hips, rubbing slow , yet soft circles onto them . OH B O Y is he soft .

                     “ Of course not . Lydia wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if she heard I was soft...   

For myself.”

 He chuckled softly and sighed, as he gave the demons hips a comforting squeeze.

                  “This is nice. I think we should do this more often.”

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ —

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How long had it been since someone had touched him? How long since he felt a body so close and he wasn’t being pushed away and at the same time everything looked so real, it looked like he wasn’t going to be stabbed this time, it looked like he wouldn’t be betrayed, but whenever Beetlejuice thought things like that the opposite always happened.

“Ah....I can’t remember too..It feels so good...” The demon admitted, he tightened his grip and closed his eyes, he couldn't let anyone know that he was so needy, “This is going to be between us, right? I don't want anyone thinking I'm soft or something like that, I’m a demon... ” Even after saying that Beetlejuice wasn’t going to get out of this hug so quickly.

“BEETLE— IS THAT MY SHIRT? A N D SWEATPANTS ?

Beetlejuice. How many times have I told you? If you’re gonna steal my shit, at least have the balls to tell me! We’ve been over this! SO many times, Beetle!”

He’s certainly not mad, just slightly annoyed. But lucky for him, he washed his shot and stole that!

So outfit swap for the two of them ! Nice.

Is Beetlejuice just sat on the sofa, sipping a cup of bubble tea as he’s sat lounging in sweatpants and an ACDC shirt, both of which fit him rather well and yet do not belong to him, they belong to Lawrence, so he may have borrowed them without asking, but he had no comfy clothes of his own and well he had been waiting for the other to get back and he wanted to be comfy so this was the solution he had come up with. 

{ comfy beetlejuice with @sadpuppetshows​ }