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[jenna-ortega]

there's been a glitch

vertigo act II

pairing - joel miller x female reader word count - 4.6k warnings - infidelity, jealousy, angst, cunnilingus, somnophilia, dub-con(not rlly but you'll see), kissing, joel isn't mean but he's stupid(as most men are) a/n: hello all! hope you're liking this new serious. let me know how you like it, and if you have any ideas for what you want to see next..i may or may not heed that advice ;)

SUMMARY: joel doesn't want to acknowledge what happened. when he does acknowledge it, you don't like his decision. maybe you need to get over this. or maybe you need to show him you're something worth missing.

previous chapter - series masterlist -

series playlist by the wonderful @lovers-liability

The rest of your October was filled with the aching pains of rejections. A feeling between embarrassment and intense longing for something so out of reach, yet you’ve touched it with your fingertips. The buzzing electric of what you wanted to call a feeling deeper than impulsion. You cherish the smell of Joel on your body, clothes, and mind for the lonesome three weeks he’d left you hanging. How could he touch your body the way he did and not think to check in? 

He’s a monster. You start to believe it. Everyone in this town would throw themselves in front of a bullet for the man who makes it his mission to protect everyone in the settlement. Oh, but how could you take a bullet for the man who is seemingly behind the trigger? 

Your body has been stuck to the bed all morning. The same predicament you found yourself in yesterday, and the day before that, and the week before that. You got what you wanted, right? A taste of Joel…so why did you feel so sick about it?

A loud knock followed by the swinging of your door startled you out of bed, grabbing the closest thing,( your bedside lamp) as a weapon for the intruder. 

“Whoever you are, you better get the hell out! I’m armed!” you called down from the bedroom. Your thinly veiled threat held no weight as you heard footsteps creep closer to your door, 

“I’m serious!” you shout. 

“Alright killer, it’s just me.” 

Your shoulders immediately shrug in relief. Tommy.

You walked to your bedroom door, swinging it open and presenting your very threatening weapon,

“Any closer you woulda been picking lamp pierces out of your skin…” you smile sarcastically. 

Tommy breathes out a laugh, slowly inching to you and grabbing the lamp from your hand, placing it on top of the dresser to his right,

“You’re taking it out on the wrong brother, darlin’” his eyebrows cinch together as his gives you a toothy grin, 

“Haha. Very funny.” you cross your arms, “Why are you harassing me at the home, miller.” 

You begin to walk away from Tommy, feeling his presence follow behind closely to your bedside, 

“You love the marathon of halloween movies we play through the month…haven’t seen you at one yet. Got me worried ‘bout you” you sighed and turned to him, biting the inside of your lip, he notices your silence and continues, 

“They’re playing beetlejuice, your favorite…” 

Still nothing.

“Joel asked about you.” 

Your ears perked up and a slight smile spread across your face, blood rushing to your cheeks, “Really?” 

Tommy throws his arms to his side, “Jesus..” he says your name with a hint of disgust,

“I knew it.” he points at you, 

“No!! It’s…it’s not what you think. I don’t even care…” you lie, but you have to know

“...What did he say?” 

“Nothing. I lied.” 

You grabbed a pillow from the top of your bed and threw it at Tommy, “you asshole!” 

“I’ll shut up if you come with me to the movie.” he drives a hard bargin, 

“Fine.” 

—

Walking into the movies after not seeing the general public in broad daylight for weeks felt so odd to your eyes. The low light helps adjust your vision, and search the room for someone you know you should be ignoring. 

Check. You find a 5’2 brunette cursing like a sailor near the drinks. If she’s here he has to be here. Maybe she’s talking to….no. Not him. A slightly taller girl with tan skin and black hair…definitely not him. 

Tommy breaks you out of your trance, hand falling on your back as he pushes you further in the room.

“We’re gonna clear everything out of here and hold the halloween party here next weekend…” he leaves the statement open for you to comment,

“Oh?” 

“Yeah. Remember we spoke about the matching costumes?” – 

You couldn't answer him, goosebumps adorning your body as you feel those eyes on you. A visceral reaction only he can pull from him. 

Gotcha. Joel’s eyes burn into the side of your head, scowling as his eyes trail Tommys hand on your back. Blowing out a breath of frustration as he shakes his head, 

He didn’t mean to ignore you. God he’s so stupid. He couldn’t comprehend the feelings you ignorantly ripped from him by only being true to how you felt. He’s never been pursued so unapologetically. Never had a body react like yours had to him. Vanessa was out of convenience. You are out of unadulterated chaos. Chaos he has been welcoming in each and every night with his fist wrapped tightly around himself, thinking of the sweet sounds his body pulled from you. Knowing it was him that could bring you to a blubbering mess has him coming over his knuckles with a groan. He cleared his throat as he was lost in his thoughts, not realizing the moment had come and gone of you noticing his watchful eye. 

His eyes encourage you to act a little more open, a little more…daring with Tommy. Throwing your body on his arm as you laugh, grabbing his bicep as you look up at him, 

“Hey.” Joel squeezes himself between the two of you, nodding at his baby brother and throwing him a glaring look, 

A few minutes go by allowing Joel to make awkward small talk with Tommy, not once inviting you into the conversation. 

You caught him looking at him, and you made a face at him. His lips going tight and his nostrils flaring, you smiled now and walked to where the 5’2 girl was standing just half an hour ago. 

Only one set of footsteps trail behind, 

“Can we talk?” he whispers, but you pretend you can’t hear as you continue to walk, 

“Can’t hear you.” you’re petty. 

“I said–” he grabs the inside of the elbow and pulls you to a stop, “can.we.talk?” he enunciates his words in a low but menacing tone, 

“Haven’t wanted to talk in the past three weeks.” you make sure the coldness in your voice is evident. 

You look up at him through your eyebrows, crossing your arms as you look his face over once again. Even now he’s so handsome. Dark blue t-shirt, and regular jeans on. He could make the simplest outfits into pieces you’d worship. Your eyes trail down from his eyes to his neck. Redness prominent in his skin. You follow a vein with your eyes, getting lost as you land on his  flexing arm, snapping in your face, bringing you back to earth. 

“Are ya even listenin’ to me?” he says, and you stay silent. Letting him continue. 

“I know i’ve been –” you interrupt him, “a dick.” “distant.” he corrects you, huffing at your immature language. 

You have a stare off as the world spins around you both. How could nobody see the way your chest must be protruding from how hard your heart is beating. Your body in flight or fight mode, from something so little yet so big in your mind. He doesn’t deserve this reaction from you. He deserves nothing from you. You knew what happened between the two of you wouldn’t solve anything. But god, you asked him to stay. All he had to do was stay. 

“Maybe we can speak more privately?” he asks, tone lighter as he begins recognizing your signs of overstimulation, 

“Sorry, Tommy is waiting for me.”

“and is Tommy your date?” he states plainly. “Guess he looks enough like me for your taste.” His eyes flicker darker than before, jealousy spilling from his lips.

You slap Joel’s arms.

“Knock it off.” you warn.

“Tomorrow. Noon. Let’s talk. Come to my place.” he states, 

“What? So you can kidnap me and sell my organs on the black market…” you huff, beginning to walk away. “No thank you”,

He once again grabs your arm back, bringing you into the conversation you so desperately want out of. 

“You ain’t a kid, can’t kidnap you.” 

“I am. I am a child of god.” you joke, tilting your head in amusement. 

He rolls his eyes, “I’m not offering. I’m telling. You don’t show up, I come to you.” he steps further in your space, looking down at you, begging you to come back at him. 

You furrow your brows at him, whimpering in defeat, 

“Noon. Tomorrow.” 

—

Your legs go to mush as you walk step by step up to his porch. Not sure if you want to throw up or throw hands. 

Would you forgive him this easily if he asked? But what really was there to forgive…did he wrong you? Are you the one that should be upset? Maybe you’ve been acting erratic about this. Your self observation is cut short by the opening of a door, Joel standing in his doorway with his wide brown eyes, looking you up and down, smirking as you stand in front of him swaying. 

You both don’t greet each other. He gestures for you to come in, a polite smile is how you respond. Walking further into his place until he paces in front of you, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a mug from his cabinets,

You watch him delicately pour a brown substance, eyes squinting just as he looks up at you,

“Poison?” you question.

“Coffee.” he states blankly. 

He finishes his pours, pushing one mug over to you slowly, “milk’s in the fridge if you care for it.” 

A few awkward beats of silence arise between the two of you while you both sip down. The bitter liquid burning your tongue a bit, he catches the wince in your face, “‘s hot.” he warns then, 

You nod at him, putting the heavy cup down and sighing. Joel mimicking your actions, 

“I’m sorry.” 

It’s everything you wanted to hear from him. So why is your stomach sinking at the words?

“For what?” you want to hear more. You want to make him acknowledge his careless actions. 

“For what happened between us–” he blinks downward, inside of his cheek catching on his teeth. He looks distraught, “I wasn’t thinking,” he continues, but you cut him off

“Wasn’t thinking?” you scoff, “wasn’t thinking when you stuck your dick halfway in me?” your stomach burns at the way he listens to your words, anger now apparent in all the small twitches you see adorning his face. 

“Joel…” you whisper, out of ammunition. “Why am I here?” 

The hairs on your body rise as his heavy boots walk to you, standing in front of your body as you turn on the chair, back slightly grazing his table. His eyes get softer as he looks at you, you know whatever he has to say isn’t good. With how hard of a time he’s having doing anything other than look at you as if you are an object he’s scared to break. Not a person he’s destroyed,, rather something he’s destroyed. Does he even see you as human? Why would he play with your emotions like this if he cared about the emotional wellbeing of others? Throughout this whole experience the same sentiment comes up…how is this the same Joel Miller everyone loves? How is this the same Joel Miller that you love, like?

“We…” he begins. “We can’t do whatever–” he points to the both of you, “this is” 

You’re silent. 

“I can’t give you what you want from me right now. I can’t hurt Vanessa, it’s too messy.”  his voice is soft, hands come to find yours. He’s trying, he’s trying so hard to do this right. Do right by you. But you’ll never believe that. You’ll never believe him. 

“I know, you don’t like mess.” your voice breaks as you whisper, looking down at where your hands connect. 

“I want you to get over this. I want to see you happy.” he pleads, 

“I’d be happy with you” a tear slides down your cheek as you tighten your grip on his hands. 

“You can't. We can’t” you notice how pained he looks, eyes red and glassy, 

“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?” you didn’t imagine you’d be saying this to him today. He apologized, and is doing everything right. Why do you want him to be the bad guy so bad? 

You stand, getting even closer to him as he refuses to budge backwards. 

“What is this–” your hand lands on his heart, “telling you to do?” 

He shakes his head, grabbing your hand off his chest and kissing the palm. Then kissing the back of your hand. Kissing up your arm, and then wraps your arms around his chest, being the first to break the heavy tension in the air by devouring your lips in his. You moan in his mouth, both of you smiling into one another. 

Your hands find the bottom of his plaid shirt, unbuttoning the last button with your mouth attached to him. Your fingers finding his second button, surprised when he stops you and pushing your body away as if you’ve hurt him. 

“We can’t…” he shakes his head as he looks away, “shit…we can’t.” he says your name sternly. 

“Please–” you beg. You begin crying in front of him, not quite sobbing, but tears are expelled from your eyes at an alarming rate. 

“Tell me you care about me. I know you care about me.” you demand, poking at his chest while looking at the tall man who’s looking down at you with his eyebrows furrowed, 

“ ‘course I care ‘bout you, princess.” he reassures you, “You mean something.”

“Then show me how much I mean to you.” you’re beginning to lose all sight of why you came here. Your emotions take over any rational thoughts you would have had in this moment. All your mind cares about is not losing Joel. Never wanting to lose Joel.

You rush him, trying to unbutton the loose shirt again. Throwing yourself at him erratically, 

“Stop.” you don’t stop. Continuing to try and take his shirt off, hands reaching his belt and taking the leather out of its loop, “Please.”

He backs up, trying to deter your behavior. “Hey, hey, we can’t.” he doubles down, not wanting to physically hurt you but feeling as though that would be the only way to get you off of him. 

“I’ll change your mind, please let me change your mind.” you sound unhinged. Your voice shakes as you continue down onto your knees, unbuckling his belt,

You’re ripped up painfully, Joel’s hands squeeze the inside of your arm, “NO.”

He throws you back, readjusting himself in the process. His eyes look sad, watching as you sob to yourself in front of him. Your palms wipe away your incessant tears, looking down at your hand to see mascara marks. 

“I think this talk is over.” His stance on this has you sniffling, looking at him as if he’s your number one enemy now. For just speaking the truth, for trying not to hurt you. 

“Joel, don't do this.” you're almost silent, “I’m sorry.”

As the silence lingers in the room, both of you looking at each other and not knowing where to go…your heads turn to the side hearing the door close shut. It’s her. Vanessa. 

And you can’t do this. You can’t go through this again. You feel trapped, the walls are closing in on you and everyone is laughing at you. This is wrong. This is so wrong. You book it out of there. Leaving the two people alone with themselves. 

You’re halfway home when they have their conversation. 

“What happened?” she asked, 

And he lied, like he’s been doing so many times recently, “Tommy’s been a dick. Tryna help ‘er out with my baby brother.” 

—

Halloween night is a night in Jackson that feels so much like the real world. Costumes, candy, alcohol, boo’s, everything October should be. You needed to keep your mind off of him, that’s how you find yourself bartending with Tommy for Jackson’s halloween bash. 

“Where’s your tail?” you scream over the loud party at Tommy, who’s pouring a drink on the rocks for some sexy bunny at the bar. 

“I’m one’a those dogs without one.” he admits, 

“Tommy…i don’t think that’s a thing.” you laugh at him, “Look..” you shake your tail at him. “We were supposed to have matching tails.” you laugh. 

You both planned on matching costumes, a sexy cat, and….a tailless dog? 

It’s been a week since you’ve seen Joel, and you’re happy. You feel like a fool for throwing yourself at him, and being so shameless. He’s not worth it. He so is. No. He’s not. He is.

“Ya okay?” Tommy sees the inner argument with yourself, dragging a shot your way. “Take it. Make the night more fun.” 

And boy was the night fun, watching all the different costumes in the room. Dancing behind the bar with Tommy, forgetting everything this month has done to you. You needed this, you really did. It’s well within the night and he hasn’t shown up. 

You’re happy he hasn’t. Why does he get to ruin your night with his presence? Fuck him. Your drunk thoughts are heavy tonight, woo’ing at everything and shaking your tail whenever the band plays anything with a bass. 

The bar encourages your shots, you and Tommy feeding each other them throughout the night. And when you both feel just drunk enough to not fear consequences, you hop on top of the bar laying down, pulling up your black shirt to reveal your stomach. Tommy pouring peach flavored run on you, and licking up your stomach to your rib cage to your chest, laughing as he slurps up the rest of the shot. The whole bar is cheering, and your eyes catch his finally. 

Fuck he looks good. He’s in his cowboy hat, and has a rag around his neck. Denim shirt and those fucking boots. He’s everything you remembered him to be, and better. He’s gorgeous. And he’s looking right at you, his eyes burn into your body. He’s upset. 

You turn to face the cheering crowd again smiling, and try to find him in the crowd again, but he’s lost. You don’t think about him for the rest of the night. 

—

It’s just a little past midnight when you’re almost home. Appreciating the makeshift Halloween decorations, you come closer in view to your house. 

Your heart drops as you see a figure near your door, now wishing you took Tommy up on that offer to walk you home. 

You walk closer to your home, trying hard to quietly close in on the figure without him noticing. That is until your porch lights come on, and the figure is revealed. You jump slightly before you realize you’re safe. It’s Joel.  

He turns around sloppily to look at you, scoffing as you come closer to your own property, 

“Well look who finally decided to show up–” he hiccups, “Oh, it’s only 1 am.” he emphasizes.

“That’s when the party ended.” you’re not in the mood. 

“Guess you didn’t want any more bodyshots huh? Had to come home cause–” hiccup, “there was no one else to bat your pretty lil eyes at?” 

Oh he’s drunk. You smile to yourself, feeling almost happy you’ve now gotten to see the always put together man not put together. 

“Come inside,” you walk past him and unlock your door, “You’re trashed.” 

“I’m not trash.” he whispers drunkenly to himself as he walks in behind you, completely mishearing what you said. 

He belches up beer bubbles as he walks further in, he rubs his eyes as he stumbles to your living room couch. Falling to it with a loud “thump” 

You decide this is your time to annoy him. He shows up to your house drunk and unannounced…you figure you’re allowed to berate him. 

“Don’t speak for a week, now this?” you question, plopping down next to him. Crossing your legs into themselves. 

“I ain’t had the best night.” he admits, grunting as lays back. 

“This the part where you want me to ask what happ–” he interrupts you, “Vannesa ain’t want nothing to do with me no more.” 

At this moment, you know you’ve wanted to hear those words for months. You want to smile and laugh and feel great, but watching him like this makes you feel the exact opposite. You feel bad for him. Seeing him in pain like this, you just want to make it better. 

“Why?”

“Doesn’t matter.” he states dryly, 

“But it does,”

“No…the only thing that matters right now–” he slides himself over to you, pushing you down as both his hands catch your wrists, forcing your thighs around his big ribcage, “is you”

You start to laugh, having a giggling fit underneath him. His face scrunches in confusion, mesmerized by your smiles lines, “Why ya laughin, princess?” he asks, and you use all your force to push him off you. Earning a small but stern, “hey,” in defeat from him.

“Go to sleep. You’re drunk and reek of IPA.” you push him down further, pointing at him and mouthing “stay” 

You work on getting his boots off for him, unlacing and unbuckling them, pulling them off and placing them next to him. Your hand traces the rag around his neck, finding the knot in the back, and before you’re able to help, he grabs your wrist, pulling you down closer to him, 

“I don’t want you workin’ at the bar anymore.” his voice is low, but has a tint of malice to it

“Who are you to tell me that?” you answer him defensively, 

“Someone who cares about whether men gauk at you,” he’s upset, 

“You have no right to tell me what to do.” you double down on that, wondering where this has come from all of a sudden. Why does he think he has any say in what you do with your life, when just a week ago he was making sure your lives were never melded again. 

He lets go of your hand and slouches back against the couch, “Fine, maybe I don’t have a right. It still upsets me.” For someone who’s drunk right now, he sure does explain himself far better than when he’s sober.

“Let’s talk in the morning.” you begin helping him take his shirt off, looks like some sort of drink spilled on him. As you get close to him, unbuttoning the denim, feeling odd at how this exact scenario plays entirely different just a week ago, he reaches up and tries to kiss you. You swerve him. “You smell like Jack Daniel’s and Cigars,” you say in disgust, 

“You smell like Vanilla and cotton candy,” he says in a dreamy voice, he catching you off guard as he grabs your hand again and sucks your pointer finger, and you feel the vibration of his groan on you as you pull away hastily, you push him down and once again warn him,

“Stay. Sleep.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

You grab him some lukewarm water and whatever pills you’re able to muster up for the hangover you know he’s going to have in the morning. You place down the items next to him, and notice he’s already out cold. 

—

You’re dreaming of him. His hands on your body, tearing you apart. The way his beard would rub against your thighs as you squirm beneath him. God, it feels so good to dream like this. To have a place you both can be so unapologetically together. Your body is heating up, you feel yourself slipping away from the dream world. You don’t want to leave, you feel too good. You wanna stay. You wanna, — oh, 

You jolt up and moan as you feel yourself gushing, the feeling of your hips pushed down to prevent you from squirming are extremely evident and real as you look down and see a messy bead of brown curls between your legs. “Good mornin’,” his southern twang evident in his sultry voice as he continued to lick stripes up your fold, 

“Joel–what, what are you doing?” you question through your breaths, your eyes shut as your body tenses from his lips suctioning onto your clit, he groans and the vibrations send signals to your spine to arch, moaning his name loudly as you do, 

��Thanking you for taking such good care of me last night.” his hot breath against you cunt, 

Your head turns to look outside, still dark. It can’t be past 4am. Your head is forced to look back down as you scream from shock at the loud ‘slap’ you hear as his hand collides forcefully down on your cunt, rubbing and playing with you as you’re dazed out from sleep. 

“Such a good princess for me, always so good for me.” he praises as his lips go back to your core, his strong tongue entering your and pistoling back and forth inside of you. Your hand reaches to grab hold of his curls, his arm, his hand splaying out across your lower stomach to hold you still, he’s all over you, he’s all around you. You never want to be woken up another way. 

“Wanna feel you come on my tongue darlin’, can you do that?” you whimper, your hands holding the pillow next to you in a death grip, your eyes locked onto one another as you shake your head frantically, 

“Words. I need words.” he slaps down on your cunt, offering a sigh of pain from you as you obey his command, “I can do that. I can do it. Please, Joel” 

He says your name sternly, forcing your eyes to yet again stay locked into his brown one. God he’s beautiful, between your thighs and sprawled out on your bed. He couldn’t help himself when he woke up, head banging from the endless amount of liquor he’d ingested. He saw the water, the pills, his boots perfectly placed next to him. Even when he was out of line, you did all this for him. You gave him a safe space, even when he took away all of yours. Walking to come find you, he saw your halloween costume in various places in your room, your body on its back and breathing peacefully. God you’re amazing. He knew that, his eyes trailing down your body, your night down short and silk. Do you always sleep in this? Easy access. He thinks, and his mind can’t stop his body from pulling your sheets down, hands finding your calves and trailing up the sides of your thighs. Finding the one spot he knows is his, he’s going to take it. 

And that’s exactly what he does when he elicits the loudest noises from you when his tongue is inside of you, lapping up your juices as his fingers rub tight circles on your clit. He’s taking, taking, taking, and boy do you have so much to give him. He groans painfully into you as you pull his long locks while you cum on, rubbing your core on his face, feeling his nose on you as he pulls his fingers away. You rub yourself on his face for a little longer, twitching at the aftershocks of what only he knows how to pull from you. Sinking back down into the bed as your heavy breathes even out. Come still dripping from you as he carefully places your nightgown back over yourself, kneeling out from between your legs and crawling next to you in bed. Pulling the covering up onto you and him.

It’s not lost on you how much you know this changes so much for you. And when his large hands pull you into his chest, feeling his warm stomach against your back. You don’t have to ask him to stay, he just does.

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[fitzs-trained-monkey]

A Study in Spite

(I don't own this gif.)

Word Count: 4,500

Warnings: Disrespect for parental authority? Is that a warning?

Summary: Protecting Mystic Falls from the vampire threat - that was your family's legacy. You'd just never thought you would actually have to fulfill it. But when the Original Family moves into your quiet little town everything changes. Suddenly your parents are attempting to fashion you into some sort of soldier, forcing you to fight in a supernatural war you never signed up for. The burden of your family's self imposed duty was one you would carry no longer. Now, how to go about telling your parents that? || Kol x fem!reader || Here lies my Masterlist ||

A/N: Another shorter one! It's kind of a prequel to Fine On My Own because I liked the concept so much, but you can view it however you want. If you guys like this, I do have a part two in my drafts but I won't post it unless someone asks. This was inspired by the song Sweet Talk by Saint Motel. Go listen to it!

🍟STORY BEGINS BELOW🍟

"Mom, I swear, if I do not get out of this house right now, I am going to go insane!" You stressed, swinging your weight around the banister as you descended the stairs.

Your mother paused her onion chopping to level you with a stern look. "Y/N/N, I know you're getting a little stir-crazy - we all are - but you can't afford to take pointless risks like this, sweetheart. Not with the Original Family still out there."

You rolled your eyes. "We're supposed to call them the Mikaelsons now, Mom," You said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. She shot you a warning look and you just shrugged, hopping onto a barstool. "Look, this is for my sanity. If you wanna talk about unnecessary risks, I recall you and dad forcing me to go to an original vampire hosted ball that I absolutely despised."

"We were invited, Y/N," Your mother reminded you, scoldingly. "As members of a founding family, it was our obligation to go. Now, I'm sure that… family -" She had to actually spit the word from between her teeth. "- won't be sticking around for much longer. Just a few more weeks, and we won't have to worry about you drawing any more unwanted attention." She resumed her onion chopping with a rather forced expression of calm.

"No, that was your obligation," You corrected. "Your's and Dad's. You're the ones who forced me to go to that stupid ball, so don't go spouting this crap like your paranoia is somehow my fault!"

Her slicing grew more agitated the longer you spoke until she finished the onion and the knife lodged itself in the cutting board. She looked up, exasperated. "You will not talk to me that way in this house, young lady!"

"Well it's not like you'll let me go outside!" You shouted, gesturing wildly. "I can't even step out onto the porch without you or dad spewing some crap about your stupid small town destiny fetish!"

Your mother narrowed her eyes. "I don't think I appreciate this new attitude of yours, missy," She ground out, coolly.

"Funny, cuz' Kol sure did," You muttered under your breath.

Her eyes shot open wide. "What was that?!"

"You heard me," You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back on your heels. "Kol frickin' Mikaelson likes my frickin' attitude! You know, I'm sure he'd be more than willing to give me a ride if I decided to sneak the frick-frack outta this prison!"

"Don't say his name, Y/N," Your mother hissed. She glanced around as if to make sure the guy wasn't listening.

"Why not? Is it a taboo? If I say it three times, is he gonna appear like Beetlejuice?"

"Y/N-"

"Kol Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson!" You gasped in foux shock. "Holy crap mom, he's not a frickin' gypsy! Never woulda' seen that coming! Or maybe - and I just thought of this - he's got better things to do than stalk some small town teenager and her self-important parents?!"

"He's shown far too much interest in you already, Y/N," Your mother argued. "You have no idea what he's capable of - what his intentions are! You have no idea what a monster like that would do if it got a hold of you."

"The dude talked to me for all of five minutes and you're freaking out." You rolled your eyes with a huff. "He asked me to dance and we talked. That's it! You and dad need to chill the frick out."

"Well I think you need to gain a firmer grasp on the reality of your situation, sweetheart," She fired back, glowering. "That freak of nature could kill you in a heartbeat."

"The whole lot of 'em already agreed not to harm locals. What, you think they set the terms just to have the satisfaction of breaking them for no flipping reason?!"

"They're sadistic monsters! I wouldn't put anything past them!"

"Mom, they're a thousand years old - pretty sure the power trip of murdering small town nobodies is just about gone," You deadpanned.

"Too bad!" She exclaimed. "I'm not willing to risk your life on a 'pretty sure.' I will not let that thing hurt my daughter, or worse, turn you into something like him! If that means keeping you in this house until you're old enough to qualify for a senior citizen discount, then so be it! I won't let him hurt you!"

"Stop acting like this is about me!" You screamed. "You and dad don't give a crap about me! You haven't since this whole vampire thing started! All you care about is your stupid legacy and I'M SICK OF IT!"

You hopped off the barstool and made a mad dash for the door, snatching your headphones off the counter on your way out.

"Y/N? Y/N/N!" Your mother called after you. "No, Y/N/N! Don't-"

You slammed the front door shut behind you, cutting off any further protests from her. You were eighteen now - it was time she started respecting your choices. Taking off down the sidewalk at a brisk jog, you pulled your headphones on over your ears and your hood up over them just as it began to rain. Thunder shook the ground beneath your feet as you made your way into town. The only decent place to hang out was the grill, plus you were craving some fries so that was where you headed. Rain soaked through your jacket and into your bones after just a few minutes, sending shivers through your body as you hugged yourself tight.

After what seemed like hours, you reached your destination. You stepped through the door and instantly relaxed a bit, taking a moment to let the warmth trickle along your skin. You shed your jacket and hung it on the coat rack as quickly as you could, before heading straight for the grills' mostly decorative fireplace which was thankfully lit. You took your seat and ordered some fries, pleasantly surprised when they came just a moment later. Finally, you began to relax… but not for long.

A chuckle like a bubbling spring pierced the calm murmur that was the grill's ambient chatter, drawing a groan out of you on sheer instinct. You didn't have to turn around to know who - or rather what - the obnoxious voice belonged to. You see his snide smirk without even looking at him.

"Well, well, well…" Kol's silky accent drawled lazily from where he sat at the bar a few feet behind you. "Look who's finally decided to show her pretty little face. What's it been? Three - four days?"

"Hasn't been long enough, believe me," You tossed over your shoulder.

"No?" The gas fireplace's covering was glass and you watched his reflection get up and stalk toward you. "What a shame... You wound me Y/N, I thought we liked each other better than that."

"I'd like you a whole lot more if you learned how to back off," You snapped, rubbing your arms vigorously in an effort to warm up. You felt a pair of hands settle on your arms as Kol leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke.

"I don't think that's true at all," He whispered. He shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders in what you were sure was a practiced move, yet it still felt sincere somehow and you found yourself reddening. "I think you secretly enjoy the attention, darling. It's rough being the odd one out, isn't it?" He leaned away and you glared at him… but he wasn't wrong.

You only hesitated for a second. "I wouldn't know," You lied. "I'd say tell me all about it, but I honestly couldn't care less."

"Oh, that hurts!" Kol hissed, resting a mocking hand over his heart as he slid into a chair in front of you. "I see that sharp little tongue of yours is going unbridled tonight. What fun!" The freak chuckled and snatched a fry from your plate, grinning boyishly. It was such a sweet and playful expression that, for just a moment, you almost forgot he was a monster.

"Well it's a good thing you're enjoying it buddy, cuz you're gonna be the target of my particular brand of verbal abuse for the rest of the night," You announced, clicking your tongue and shooting him a very unenthusiastic wink. He just smirked at you, prompting your already fake smile to drop.

"I see," He hummed, stealing another fry. You glared at the offending hand. "Well, if that's the case, then may I ask what's got you in such an entertaining mood?"

"Sure," You replied, shrugging. "The answer's you."

Kol raised a brow, almost managing to look genuinely taken aback. "I've not spoken to you for more than two minutes," He pointed out. "Now, I may have a talent for rubbing people up the wrong way, but I've not yet managed to say something brash enough for a lass to be offended by it before she walked through the door."

You couldn't help but snicker at that. "If you ever do, you'll have to tell me what you said so I can steal it," You said, smirking. You shook your head. "Nah, this conversation's got nothing to do with it."

Kol rolled his eyes. "Surprise, surprise."

You smirked  "Right? 'Cuz you're freaking annoying. Anywho, it's my parents that are the problem - all 'cuz of what you did the other night."

"What I did?" The boy parroted. (No, not boy - monster, freak, vampire. You needed to remember that.) He blinked. "I… don't recall doing anything… Not to you anyway. I supposed I danced with you, but last I checked, a simple dance was no criminal offence."

"It is it you're my parents," You grumbled, shoving a fry in your mouth. "I mean, you spoke to me, so…" You trailed off, shaking your head.

"Yes, I spoke to you." Kol nodded in acknowledgement. "But as I recall, you refused to answer a single one of my questions."

You shrugged. "If you can't say anything kind to someone, don't say anything at all, right?"

"All you did was insult me."

You smirked. "That I did."

He shook his head, laughing. Reaching for another fry off your plate, he grinned as you smacked his hand away. "Regardless, I don't think such a one-sided exchange can even be classified as a conversation." He leaned back in his seat, bracing one foot against the underside of the table like a child trying to see how far back they can tilt their chair before falling over backwards.

You raised a brow at his childish behavior and shrugged again. "Yeah, well apparently it's enough to warrant placing me on house arrest until I'm 85."

A sharp crack rang out against the tile floor as the front legs of his chair fell forward. He stared at you incredulously. "That's bloody mental."

"See? Now you're catching on." You smirked.

He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink which you were sure wasn't soda. "It was a bloody ball, for crying out loud! If your parents didn't want you to interact with anyone they should have simply forbid you from coming."

You made a rather impolite noise, grimacing. "You think I wanted to spend my night pretending to like people I find unbearable just so your family can flaunt its wealth? My parents forced me to come along." A look of realization crossed his face.

"Ah, so that's why you seemed so positively miserable." He nodded and shrugged. "Alright, so we danced and we talked. I still don't see why that would incite your imprisonment."

"I've got three words for ya'." You took a swig of soda and counted off on your fingers. "Small. Town. Paranoia."

The long, exaggerated sigh that left him next had the corners of your lips twitching up. If he wasn't a monster you could almost see yourself being this boy's friend.

"I know!" You continued and once the words started spilling out, you couldn't seem to stop them and for whatever reason, you didn't want to. "My parents wouldn't drop it for a day 'n a half, and now they won't let me leave the house for anything! You know, if it were actually my safety that they were so worried about, then I'd be okay with it. But it's not." Your voice broke a little and you bit your lip, directing your gaze into the grain of the table as if your glare could burn a hole through the wood.

So what if he knew? What did it matter? He could kill you in the blink of an eye anyway - using your insecurities to hurt your feelings was the least he could do. You needed someone to talk to, and if Kol didn't want to listen, he could get up and walk away.

But he didn't. He sat up in his chair and leaned forward, folding his arms across the table to show you he was listening. He didn't roll his eyes or write your words off as nothing more than the exaggerations of a teenage girl. Kol listened; he took you seriously, and nodded along, expressing infinitely more empathy than your parents claimed he was capable of.

"You think your parents don't care about you?" He wondered. The little lamp resting on the table between you switched on, prompted by the low light of the storm outside. Bathed in the lamp's warm light, his sharp, youthfully handsome features didn't seem so intimidating all of a sudden. Those chocolate eyes that had seemed so cutting and predatory just moments before, were now remarkably soft and open. Somewhere in your mind you recognized that such an illusion of humanity was nothing but a trick of the light, but for the moment, you couldn't find it in you to care.

"I know they don't," You admitted in a whisper. Your hands curled into fists beneath the table, your lips pressing into a thin line. "Every conversation ends in some argument about how I'm not living up to their expectations. My whole life has become about their stupid legacy, and I hate it!"

"You don't want to be their soldier," He surmised.

"Exactly! You exclaimed. "I mean, we get home from that stupid ball, and they don't even ask if I'm okay or apologize for putting me in danger! They kept asking me all these questions about you as if I'm some little spy, like I'd somehow know all your deepest darkest secrets after one Ed Sheeran song. So when I don't, they start freaking out, going on and on about how I endangered the family legacy for nothing. I spent that whole frickin' party scared out of my wits, but the only thing they do about it is lecture me about how irresponsible I am - how 'it's my destiny and privilege to defend the people of Mystic Falls from the jaws of evil'." You added on some sarcastic jazz hands with that and Kol snickered.

"Do they realize how stupid that sounds?"

"Tell me about it," You said, your lips curling into a scowl.

"I see." Kol nodded, his mouth pressing into a firm line. That concern on his face shouldn't have been there. "Believe it or not, I actually have a bit of experience with parents who force their will on their children."

"Yeah?" You wondered. You hadn't noticed the tears streaming down your face until then. You wiped them away. He nodded, but didn't seem keen to expand on that statement. "Got any advice then?"

Kol sent you a quizzical look. "You're asking me?"

"Must be desperate." You smiled wryly.

"Must be." He watched you for a moment and you simply waited for him to answer. Kol blinked, dragged a hand through his hair, and sighed. "Honestly, all I can say is to trust your instincts. If you feel in your heart that something is wrong for you, then stand by that feeling. Even if everyone is telling you that it's you who's wrong, or that you need to accept their will, just look them in the eyes and say no."

You blinked, startled by the intensity of his gaze and the honesty in his voice. Something in the way he looked at you made your cheeks flair with heat. That look in his eyes was strange, it was hungry yet gentle - needy but patient.

"That sounds like a great idea-" You narrowed your eyes. "- straight from the mouth of someone who takes his family's excessive wealth for granted. If I renounced my family's legacy, I might as well disown myself. I'd be living on the streets faster than you can say homeless."

"Maybe," He agreed. "However, I'd say that spending your life searching for happiness is quite a bit better than slowly wasting away in a town where you know you'll never find it."

'He's right ya' know,' A little voice in your head whispered. You knew he was, but you weren't quite ready to come to terms with that

"Huh." You shifted your focus to inspecting a particularly greasy fry. "I thought you'd be more interested in the part where I said my parents want me to function as a spy instead of my moral debate, but okay." It was deflection and he saw right through it yet he humored you anyway.

"Eh, I'm not worried." He waved a hand. "Your parents are fools if they think one song would be enough time for me to divulge even my most trivial secrets. Besides, I don't just give those up for free - I'd require at least dinner from you first."

You eyed him pointedly. "Dinner?"

Kol sent you that innocent, boyish grin again - shrugging. "I'd settle for coffee," He said, winking.

His blatant disregard was honestly inspiring. You raised a brow.

"Did you seriously just ask me out?"

The boy grinned. "I believe I did."

"You asked me out knowing that my parents think you are the physical manifestation of evil?" You raised a brow, cocking your head to the side. The boy nodded readily. "You know, they're convinced your aim is to enslave my mind so you can use me for my body and then kill me for sport." You wanted to see how he'd react to that.

He stilled for a moment, then rolled his eyes and grimaced, fixing his attention on straightening a pile of napkins. "How flattering, I see why you're so determined to hate me. For your information darling, I simply have far too much confidence in myself to take advantage of any woman that way." The slight curl of his lips as he carefully avoided your gaze belied the decency to be genuinely disgusted.

You frowned. Such a show of decency surprised you - he was supposed to be purely evil. Had your parents been wrong about him? Your thoughts were interrupted as the sudden upward tugging of Kol's perfect lips drew your attention.

"However…" His chocolate eyes, swimming with thinly veiled amusement, flicked up to meet your own. "I must admit that you look far too delectable for me to rule out the possibility of desiring just one little taste."

The smirk that crept across his face served as a reminder to you of the unholy creature he truly was. There was a monster hiding behind that angelic countenance. One tiny glimmer of decency didn't change that.

"Right." You chuckled but there was no humor in it. What had you been thinking, spilling your soul to something like him? He wasn't some cute boy, he was a blood sucking monster and he wasn't interested in you as a person. "You know what? I don't even know why I bothered talking to you." Rising from your seat, you shucked Kol's jacket off your shoulders, rolled it up, and tossed it on the table. A shame because it was so warm. Then you finished off your plate of fries and grabbed your soda, gave a mock salute, and turned for the door. "Adios and stay away from me, psycho," You tossed over your shoulder.

"Wait! Y/N, I was just kidding," He called out to you, sounding somewhat apologetic.

"And I'm the bloody queen of England." You didn't bother looking back as you sent him a thumbs up and headed towards the door.

You heard the squeal of his chair's legs as he pushed it out, getting up to follow you. "Oh, come now, love. Don't be like that!"

"Don't lie to my face then!" Your hood was still positively soaked, but you pulled it up over your head anyway before shoving the door open and stepping out into the pouring rain.

You hadn't expected him to follow you - not out into the absolute deluge going on but, clearly, you underestimated his determination.

"Alright, so I wasn't really kidding. I said that on purpose, you're right." He had to practically shout to be heard over the water streaming out of the heavens, but there he was - holding his leather jacket over his head for some cover as he jogged through the rain to catch up to you.

You didn't stop walking. "Yeah, yeah! You get a kick out of making people uncomfortable, Kol. I get it!"

"That's not it!" He shouted over the rain, stepping in front of you to block your way forward. He didn't have to use his supernatural speed - his legs were just a lot longer than yours.

"I don't care! Just leave me alone!" You tried to step around him, but he cut you off. You rolled your eyes, glancing at the leather jacket he still held over his head. "You're gonna ruin that," You said, hoping that might somehow convince him to go back inside.

"I'll get a new one." He just shrugged, there was already water streaming down his face despite the jacket. "Please, Y/N. Just hear me out?"

"Not like you're giving me much of a choice," You said dryly.

"I was serious about taking you to dinner…  or for coffee," Kol promised. “ My intentions are sincere, darling. I just-” He sighed, muttering a curse under his breath. “I said something stupid, alright? Old habits die hard, but I shouldn't have said it the way I did and for that I'm sorry."

"You're… apologizing?" You raised a brow in disbelief.

"It physically pains me to do so, believe me, but yes," He chuckled. You didn't buy it - he was probably just trying to manipulate you. "And I'm not just saying that to try to manipulate you," He added.

"Then why?" You wondered, skeptical.

Kol simply laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, come on! If your parents are half as awful as you say, then just think about how much fun it would be to spite them." He said. Brushing strands of wet hair from his face, he grinned and took a step closer to you. Oddly enough, you didn't feel the need to move away. "Besides, I think you and I are a lot alike, darling. I'd like the chance to prove that, if you'll allow me."

You just stood there for a moment and watched him wordlessly. He seemed softer now and more genuine, but you couldn't tell whether any of it was real or if it was all simply an act. After a few more moments, you supposed the boy simply couldn't take it anymore.

"Please, love?" Kol pressed. "Just one date? Just one to spite your parents for being so paranoid and controlling! It'll be fun, I promise."

"Oh, yeah," You scoffed. "I'm sure it'll be fun - right up until it's my funeral."

"Come, come Y/N. There's no need to worry about that," He claimed. "I promised the mayor and my brother that I wouldn't kill any locals and, luckily for you, I keep my word."

"Funny how that promise doesn't guarantee that I'll be kept from all harm," You mused, sipping the last of your soda.

"Well, I suppose you'll simply have to take a risk -" His eyes flicked to where your free hand rested braced against your opposite arm and he reached out, trailing a gentle finger across your knuckles."- and see what happens."

You flinched on reflex at his touch - something he didn't fail to notice. To your surprise, however, he made no effort to mock you for it. Instead, he carefully took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back just as he had a few nights before. There was something odd in his chocolate brown eyes as he held your gaze - a softness you could neither understand nor explain. It went against everything your parents had ever told you about monsters like him. Kol recognized that you were afraid of him, even going so far as to acknowledge the validity of that fear. He knew you hated him - that you'd been taught to hate him - yet, there was something in the way he looked at you that felt like an invitation; though, for what you couldn't say.

There was something so casual about it, and for a split second you almost believed he was just a normal boy asking you on a date. For a split second, you forgot that he was a one thousand year old mass murderer. For a split second, you could see yourself being that boy's friend… or maybe even something more.

But that second was over as swiftly as it had begun.

You threw your head back and laughed. "Man, what did I do to get your attention? I mean, really! What's got you so determined?"

Kol shrugged, but didn't let go of your hand. He laced your fingers together, holding your joined hands close to his chest, and smiled pleasantly. "Well, I've always liked pretty little things with sharp tongues and when I asked you to dance, you did nothing but insult me… repeatedly," He said. You snorted and tried to fight the smile that threatened to make itself known. "You're beautiful, intelligent, and quick witted. How could I fail to notice a creature like that? Honestly, I'm baffled as to how no one's snatched you up yet."

"My dad's shotgun tends to discourage anyone from trying," You supplied over the rain. 

"Ah! Well, I'm not so easily discouraged!" Kol smirked. His thumb stroked over your knuckles absentmindedly and you enjoyed the sensation far more than you should have. "So, would you allow me to take you out to dinner sometime?"

"Nope." You shook your head. Kol's face fell. "But I'd let you buy me a cup of coffee tomorrow morning."

He froze, blinking, then a boyish grin made its way into his face as he bit his lip, nodding. "Coffee it is then… How does eight o'clock sound?"

"Sounds great," You admitted.

"Will I need to help you sneak out?" He wondered, eyes gleaming with mischief. "If you jump out your window, I promise I'll catch you," He offered, raising his brows quickly.

"Kol?"

"Hmm?"

"You're lucky I'm trusting you enough to get coffee. Don't push it."

"Understood."

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[monsterbeetlebug]

Beetlejuice fanfic

Tw: Sex, religious imagery, dirty talk, coarse language.

Like a prayer

On a chilly evening as the sun sets in the horizon, a priest walks through the graveyard. He takes his time admiring all the graves, flowers and candles people have lit up for their late loved ones.

As he makes his way into the graveyard he noticed a gravestone he hadn't seen before. Approaching the gravestone he studies it closer. It's a tall, worn and grey, almost blue looking. Three skeleton looking figures at the top points down to the name written. It says "here lies Betelgeuse" in big red letters with an arrow pointing further down. With a low voice the priest talks to himself.

"Hmm, I've never seen this grave before"

It certainly doesn't look new to him, and he would have remembered such a special gravestone.

"Who is Bet.. Beetlejuice?"

The priest scratches his head as he tries to pronounce the name. He hasn't seen or heard the name before.

"Beetlejuice.." He whispers.

He doesn't know anyone with that name. He would have remembered such a different name. As he turned to face the church and walk back he thought maybe the young nun might have an idea.

"Beetlejuice.. Maybe Y/n knows something about this grave"

Just a the priest started walking he heard a low rumbling sound from ground. The earth started to fall in on it's own in front of the stone, forming a big hole in the ground. Smoke started pouring out and a low menacing chuckle could be heard echoing. The priest watches in shock as a man swiftly flies up and lands infront of him. He stumbles backwards and trips. He's to stunned to even mutter a word. Staring at the man looming above him.

"Cat got yer tounge faaather?" A gruff voice draws out. The man from the grave grins down at the priest.

"Thanks for letting me out, started to get a bit boring in there ya'now."

The man chuckles and pulls the priest up from the ground by his hair. The priest gulps. Getting a proper look at the man he feels a chill down his spine. He's pale with big dark circles around his eyes. A 5 O'clock shadow. Moss and mold patches growing here and there. Static hair with a dusty green colour. An old worn suit with vertical black and white stripes. Taking a step back the priest manages to stutter a question.

"Wh..who are you, what.. are you..?"

The man snorts at him with a smirk.

"Never seen a dead guy? Hah! I'm a ghost. The ghost! The ghost with the most to be precise. And the name is the one you just called out"

He poked the priest in his forehead. The priest loses the colour in his face and takes hold of the rosary he has around his wrist. He's terrified and confused.

"Your name is B..beetlejuice..?"

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Sky daddy won't help you here, but why don't you meet some friends of mine instead huh?"

Beetlejuice walks up to the priest and stands next to him. He grabs his neck and shoves him forward to the hole. The priest stumble forward gasping at the sudden shove. With a kick to the back the priest falls into the hole while Beetlejuice laughs in the background. Hearing a thump from the hole Beetlejuice grins and leans on one knee and yells into the hole.

"Greet the wroms from me wontcha father!?"

The priest can't even shout for help before he's covered in dirt, stones and grime. With his hands in his pockets and a big grin on his face Beetlejuice walks towards the church satisfied to finally be free again.

Inside the church you were preparing for the next days gathering. Tidying and setting everything up. Getting new candles for the altars and putting out sitting cushions for the people. Feeling satisfied with your work you walk up to the small staircase leading up to the main altar. You look up at the big golden cross with a carved sculpture of Jesus crucified on it. You softly kneel down on the lowest step.

"Oh, why do I feel like this. I'm a nun for christ sake."

You quickly put a hand to your mouth and look up at the cross in a small shock.

"Sorry Jesus" You whisper.

You weren't the most traditional nun, but liked to keep some of the religion and the respect because of the community in town. It was always so welcoming and warm for everyone, no matter who they were.

You even had some small tattoos and a couple piercings. Just small crosses on some fingers and thorned vines around your wrist and ankles.A couple piercings in your ears, one in your tounge and in both nipples. Even while wearing your nun attire you still wore fishnets and beautiful lingerie underneath. It made you feel so pretty.

But even for a nun who isn't so strick and doesn't believe in the traditional way, you couldn't help but feel dirty because of your thoughts. As you knelt there on the stairs you started to think again. Your thoughts running wild. You shook your head and wanted the dirty thoughts out. This wasn't the time and place for that. You couldn't keep thinking like that in church all the time.

When you heard a door open and shut you jumped a little. You didn't think that the priest would be back inside already. You stod up and turned around. You looked out towards all the benches. Looking for him. It was empty. Maybe he didn't come in? That was weird. You swore that you just heard him come in.

Just as Beetlejuice had walked in he saw a nun on the stairs in the middle of the church. He hid himself from her vision and observed her. Watching. Analysing. She's looking for the priest. He grins to himself. Watching her with a stern look. Perfect.

"Hm. Weird, maybe he forgot something?" You say to yourself. Then you get a weird feeling. Like you are being watched by someone. But.. you're alone.

You shrug and walk over to the confession both. You mark the side of the person that confesses as occupied. You sit down inside and wait for the priest to come back. You fiddle with the hem of your veil as you wait.

Hearing footsteps you breath out, gathering your thoughts a little. The door on the other side of the both opens and close. You hear the priest sit down. He clears his throat before he speaks.

"What bothers you on this fine evening sister?"

He sounded more coarse than usual. Maybe the cold breeze outside made his throat a bit sore? You sighed and looked down at your shoes.

"Oh, forgive me father for I have sinned. I keep having these awful dirty thoughts during gathering and while in church."

You wait for an answer. You really needed to get it of your chest and confine in someone you trust. You perk up when you hear him answer.

"What kind of dirty thoughts are bothering you?"

Beetlejuice smirks as he answers. Wanting to find out how he can take advantage of your confession. You sound like an angel. Look like an angel. He bets you feel and taste like heaven.

"I.. It's.. It's a bit embarrassing. I keep thinking about touching myself or to be touched by someone. I get this feeling. This need of wanting someone to want me. But it feels so wrong to have those thoughts and feelings in church. I don't know what to do anymore.."

You sink down a bit in your seat. Toes pointing towards each other. You squeeze your thighs together. Still having thoughts and can't stop them. Not sure what answer to expect. You feel so filthy sitting there. Having confessed how dirty your mind is inside. You jumped up when you heard him shuffle a bit and started to answer.

"Well, in that case.."

He paused.

Why did he stop?

It's silent.

You only hear your own breath.

Your heart rate quickens.

Then he speaks out with a slight chuckle to his voice. Sounding more coarse than before.

"Then why didn't you just say Sorry Daddy I've been a naughty girl?"

Your eyes are wide in shock. A slight blush to your cheeks. Did you hear that right? A priest couldn't possibly be saying something like that. Could he?

"Father, how can you say something like that?" You question.

You look at the wall separating the sides of the booth. Waiting you start to figet with the skirt of your attire. You feel anxious. Still, there is a weirdly good feeling about the sentence you questioned.

Click.

A quiet inhale.

The smell of smoke.

What? The priest doesn't smoke.

You are about to stand up, but stay put when the door opens.

You look up.

A strange looking man.

The cigarette between his lips makes a soft orange glow to his face. The smoke slithers up around his face. He eyes you up and down. Taking in every detail.You push yourself into the backwall trying to get further away. Wanting to hide away from his gaze.

He chuckles. He takes the cigarette with one hand and leans into the doorframe. Blowing a circle of smoke towards you. Beetlejuice has placed himself in a perfect position, traping you inside the booth. He's thinking. Considering what to do next. Putting the cigarette back between his lips he smirks. He breaths smoke out through his nostrils. Giving him a devilish and impressive look. You shake your head. You didn't want to think of him that way. As you steady your head again you feel a hand lift you chin up making you look at the man. He grins. You slap his hand away and move your head, but you can't even try to hide the way you blush. He has already noticed it.

"Want me as yer personal Jesus and give you the body of Christ?" He asks in a rough voice while grabbing his junk with his hand.

You try to look away. Feeling so embarrassed and not wanting your thoughts to take over. You clench the rosary hanging around your neck. Feeling a warmth growing. Your heart beating faster. Beetlejuice grabs your chin again and leans down. His face mere centimetres away from yours. You can smell and feel his smokey breath.

"Kneel. Like it's a prayer and I'll help you with those thoughts of yours."

He looks at you with a sly grin. As he leans up again he spits the cigarette out, but it disappeares in thin air as it lands. Gulping you kneel down infront of him. You don't have a choice. You look down at your thighs. Waiting.

Zip.

He opened his flyer.

Your eyes widen. Did he really want you to..? But you have never done anything like that,  not even to yourself. You didn't know how.

".. I.. Don't know how.." You muttered without lifting your head.

"Heh, then you'll learn how. Lift your head and open up."

Slowly turning your head up you see his cock. You get anxious about even fitting it in your mouth at all. It's a bit longer than avarage and got some decent girth to it. You hesitate to open your mouth, but comply out of fear of something worse.

"Now you get to suck on it like it's your favourite lollipop." Beetlejuice grins at the sight beneath him.

Placing your lips around the head of his cock you lightly suck on it. Feeling his cock twitch you jump a little. You hear him chuckle. As you continue you slowly take in more of his length. You start to set a pace you're comfortable with. He pushes the vail of your head and puts a hand in your hair. He groans softly. Burying his fingers in your hair as he leans his head backwards.

You start to feel a tingle between your legs. It feels.. good? Sucking his dick you feel yourself get gradually wet. Did you enjoy this? You felt so conflicted. So good, but so bad at the same time. He started to push your head faster, forcing you to pick up the pace. Your jaw becoming tired. Your eyes starting to tear up. Feeling saliva build up and drip out of your mouth. It felt so weirdly good. Your close your eyes and melt into the motion of sucking him of. Suddenly he pulls himself out with a pop. You breathe heavily. Opening your eyes again you see him jerk his cock.

"Here's some holy water for ya.. " Beetlejuice groans out as he comes on your face.

You quickly close your eyes and feel the warm trickling of cum landing all over your face.

"What a pretty mess. " He says with admiration in his voice. His voice sounded softer.

He pulls you up by your arm. You can feel him use the skirt of your attire to dry off your face. As you open your eyes you got a short glimpse of him looking so gentle. He looked so..charming. You couldn't believe that such a man could actually look handsome.

"What? Never seen a dead guy facefuck and cum on a nuns face before?" He spits out with a grin.

Your expression change. Shocked at what he just said.

Dead!?

Is he a fucking ghost?

Did you just suck off a ghost?

Feeling cold you take a step back. Not sure how to process the information you just got. But before you get as much as a word out he rips your attire open.Feeling the air on your body you try desperately to cover up. Your attire is completely torn. It's hopeless. He snorts at your try.

Slowly he looks you up and down. He takes in all the new details that had revealed themselves. You wore beautiful black lingerie. Fishnet stockings. Your rosary dangling between your breasts. The subtle shape the nipplepiercings gives out in the brah. Your tattoos. He never thought a nun could do that.

But you were different.

He liked it.

You look away, not wanting the attention. Suddenly Beetlejuice pikcs you up and puts you over his shoulder.Surprised by the act you try to wiggle and get down. You want to run. He slaps your ass to warn you. You make a sharp inhale at the sudden pain. But it didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would. You give up and just hang there with your arms crossed.You didn't understand where he was going. When you start to look around you notice how different things looks.The light from outside is dark red.  There's a ton of candles everywhere that you haven't put out. Not to mention lit any of them. You feel like the church itself has become deranged and darker somehow. Only lit up by the flickering glow of candles. Weird.

As you're put down again you recognise where you ended up. The main altar in front of the big cross. He sat you down on the altar. Shit. He's looming over you with a hungry look. Licking his lips as he puts his hand on each of your thighs. He maintains eyes contact as he moves. You quickly squeeze your tights together. A bit scared.

"Aw come on now. Spread your legs and show me the gate to heaven baby." He gives you a softer and more seductive smirk than before.

He leans in closer to your face. Your eyes betrays you as they give a quick look at his lips. You blush again at the thought of his lips. Catching the glimpse you got of his lips he puts a hand softly behind your head. He connects your lips in a surprisingly passionate kiss. You can't help but melt into it and close your eyes. He pushes his tounge into your mouth. Exploring every part of it. He tastes like earth. It feels like nothing you've felt before. You breathe heavily as you part your lips, your eyes fluttering open. He gently tries to push your thighs apart. You allow him but feel embarrassed to spread your legs this way. He slides a hand up your thigh until he reaches your panties. He gently rubs his thumb against you. He can feel how wet you actually are through your panties. Starting to pull them off you stop him. Placing your hand on his.

"I'm.." You can't finish the sentence.

Beetlejuice looks at you. He knows.

"I know you're a virgin." A soft and understanding voice. You didn't expect him to actually be a bit comforting. Or to even care. You look into his eyes and give him a soft nod.

"I'll start gentle. I promise."

He grins slightly. You felt a tingling sensation and butterflies in your belly from his words. He cups you cheek and gives you a soft kiss.After gently pulling your panties of he slides his thumb through your slick folds. He smirks at the view and feeling. Watching your reactions. You hold back a moan. Your eyes closed so you wouldn't feel so embarrassed. You feel him lean in next you your ear. His low gravely whisper making your back arch slightly.

"I'm gonna show ya why I'm known as the ghost with the most"

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[baurbiediv]

beetlejuice (2)

please read part one before reading this or it will be confusing!

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now that you’ve found out what jack’s been doing while he was away, you didn’t know what to do with yourself now.

every moment that was spent with him, you wondered if the girl was behind the scenes this entire time.

you still couldn’t believe that he had lied to you your entire relationship, he even told you that he loved you and you said it back.

just for a day you wished you had someone’s shoulder to cry on, your best friend was the first person that you always ran to whenever you had a problem but this time, she was away on a trip overseas for a while and communication was the best in her area.

jack knew what he had done, he had made you look like a fool.

he told you all these false promises and all these lies.

what a fool you were to believe them in the first place.

something deep down in your heart kept telling you that everything was going to well and soon everything would come crashing down and erupt into flames, and how badly you wanted to be wrong about that.

the only thing that was able to relieve your broken heart was to cry.

you sat in your bed for what felt like says on end, crying over someone who wasted all your time in the long run when he knew himself that he didn’t want a relationship with you.

never did you believe that heartbreak was supposed to be this painful and whenever you heard your friends tell you about it, you didn’t believe them for a second because you never understood or knew what it felt like.

the first person to call you after the news broke was neelam.

“hello? y/n?”

“yes?”

“i’m so sorry, i should’ve told you sooner ..”

“you .. knew? this entire … time?”

“well ..”

“neelam, you knew all this time and you allowed it to happen? how could you do this to me?!”

you immediately hung up and threw your phone across the room, not caring whether it broke or where it landed.

now, if your emotions weren’t through the roof in the moment, you wouldn’t have made the executive decision to launch your phone across the room, but everything in this exact moment was justified.

the one person you thought you could trust betrayed you and nobody was providing you with answers.

the only thing that you wanted to do was to be hugged and told that everything was going to be okay.

that’s what jack did when he saw that you weren’t feeling the best, but now he wasn’t here to comfort you.

the next few days went by and you began feeling like yourself again.

you went out and bought yourself a new phone, you rearranged your apartment so it could feel like home again.

you’d been cleaning up when you heard a knock at your door. quickly, but hesitantly made your way to unlock and open it, to your surprise, it was your best friend.

you both squealed in excitement and immediately hug each other.

“you don’t understand how much i’ve missed you.” you told her as you were smiling from ear to ear.

you both pulled away from the hug as you let y/bf/n in.

“just so you know, i’ve been caught up on everything and jack deserves to get his ass beat.” she said nonchalantly.

“well i’m glad i can spare you the details, im tired of telling people the same thing.” you said as you flopped down on the couch.

“i say you put his ass on blast.” y/bf/n said. you quickly looked over at her with squinted eyes, “i like the way you think.” you smiled at her as you got up and grabbed your phone and set it up in the kitchen.

you sat in a seat as you started the live, “so as most of you know, recently, it was revealed by HIMSELF that my ex boyfriend, mr jackman thomas harlow, and yes i said his full name, decided that he would publicly cheat on me. but before all this happened, he was just laid up under me telling me how he wanted to put kids inside of me and how ‘i was the only girl that ever mattered to him’.”

you watched as the viewer count skyrocketed from just 100 to 15,000 people.

DOJACAT: LMFAOOOOO

LILNASX: not the “he wanna put his kids in you” oh my godddd

DRUSKI2FUNNY: 😯😯😯

URBANWYATT: he ain’t tell me all this .. in y/n we trust!

you then clasped your hands together before laughing, “and this is the best part is, he wanted me to sign an nda so he could sneak around and do shit like this!”

THEESTALLION: 😦😦😦

THESHADEROOM: 👀👀👀

USER2919: HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW GIRL?

“i havw seen the new girl and she looks like a fucking troll, but i mean if that’s what he wants then so be it.”

you heard your best friend laugh in the background and you followed with laughing as well. you stayed live for the next half hour talking about nonsense.

“alright y’all, imma get off of here before i start going into further detail.” you waved bye to the camera while laughing to yourself.

you knew what was going to happen, jack didn’t care about your feelings when he posted that picture, he didn’t care about what the outcome of this would be, so why would you?

this was your get back at him hurt the way he hurt you. lying down, you were on the verge of sleep when your phone began to ring.

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a/n: last part to this will be posted later on today!

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #bf!jack #jackharlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow fluff

[crimswnred]

these hc are so cute ! maybe what halloween costume the Li would wear individually and in a couples costume 💓💓💓

HI YES YES YES I LOVE THIS QUESTION

I'm so excited!! ok, ok, without any further ado:

what the season 2 lis would wear for halloween (individually and in a couple)

bobby.

individually: look me in the eye right now and tell me he wouldn't dress up as spider-man. especially now with the spider-verse movies.

couple: he's a silly guy so I'm thinking he could wear literally anything after a little convincing, but ultimately, I'm saying:

beast boy & raven or robin & starfire (teen titans)

scott pilgrim and ramona flowers (scott pilgrim vs the world)

shark boy and lava girl

this has gotten way too long!! pls check out more under the cut 👇

gary.

individually: most likely a star war reference. or something funny. definitely something tight

couple: again, another silly guy who would wear anything you ask him, but here are my picks:

han solo and princess leia (and he absolutely loves it)

bowser and peach, not mario tho because that's too basic

bob and helen parr (the incredibles)

ibrahim.

individually: violet man. ok, let's say violet man isn't a real thing (like, well, it isn't). he's DEFINITELY dressing as another superhero. my guess? either superman or batman.

couple: he's gonna rock the best geek couple costumes ever and he'll show off. together, you guys will either serve cunt or die trying. here are some ideas:

batman and catwoman (the batman)

wanda maximoff and vision (wandavison)

jean gray and scott summers (the x-men)

noah.

individually: he would probably wear something that's more halloween than costume party, if you get what i mean? he prolly loves the holiday 'cause of his siblings and REALLY commits to the bit. fred krueger, jason, chuck, ghost face...

couple: like I said, he commits to the bit and goes all the way but he's sticking to the horror pattern because that's how it should go. some ideas include:

emily and victor (corpse bride)

other mother and other father (coraline)

beetlejuice and lydia (yes, the red wedding dress)

lucas.

individually: something sexy but that he doesn't need to put much effort in, like a vampire or something. i can't see him going all out for halloween, i'm sorry 😭

couple: now, when in a couple, it's a tad different... he's making sure you look good together and when i say good, i mean GOOD. you guys would probably be the hottest couple at any halloween party, here are some ideas:

gomez and morticia addams (let's put that stache to use, shall we?)

mr and mrs smith

tony montana and elvira hancock (scarface)

henrik.

individually: TARZAN. and he loves wearing nothing but a thong the whole night.

couple: I bet on something fun and easy, but also cute! he just wanna have fun with you and party for a bit, so I don't think he would propose something super complex. some ideas:

johnny and mavis (hotel transylvania)

daphne and fred (scooby-doo)

lola and bugs bunny (space jam)

kassam.

individually: I'm thinking classic and boring. doesn't care much when he's on his own. classic halloween stuff.

couple: HEAR ME OUT — iconic moments from pop culture. what do I mean by that? well, I mean:

britney spears and justin timberlake in matching jeans outfits

xtina and eminem (at the ICONIC vmas)

sony and cher (like halsey did!)

carl.

individually: spock! a little on the nose for him but COME ON. he's always dressing up as a star trek character, switching up every year. I can see him wearing something marvel related too.

couple: yeah, some star trek reference for sure but since that's not my breed of nerd (sorry not sorry), I'm saying:

jessie and james (pokemon)

loki and sylvie (loki series)

link and zelda (the legend of zelda)

ahh!! this was so much fun to do!! thanks for asking, anon 💝 I had a blast with your question!!

(!) I don't know enough about the missing LIs to add them to this list. if you'd like to ask for a specific islander that didn't make the list, don't be afraid to drop your request in my inbox.

more headcanons.

#love island the game #litg #litg season 2 #litg s2 #litg headcanons #litg bobby #litg gary #litg noah #litg ibrahim #litg lucas #litg henrik #litg carl #litg kassam #askask #anon #this was sooo fun #thanks for asking!!!

[elaratyrell]

Aegon Targaryen Masterlist

{Coming Soon}

The Lost Boys {Vampire! Aemond, Jace, Aegon & Cregan x Fem! Reader} -> Ongoing

[Part One]

Wanting a fresh start after her divorce, Rhaenyra and her two sons, Jace and Luke, travel to Dragonstone island to live with her father Viserys. While Luke seems happy enough reading comic books and attending the nearby amusement park, Jacaerys seems to resent his new life here. That is, however, until he meets you. The catch? You're part of a gang of vampires. And Jace becomes their newest target *Based on The Lost Boys {1987}*

NSFW Alphabet

Jealousy Headcanons {Modern! AU}

Upcoming:

Say My Name {Beetlejuice! Aegon x Fem! Ghost! Reader}

Fatal Attraction {Modern! Aegon x Fem! Reader x Stalker! Jace}

Devour Me {Modern! Aegon x Succubus! Reader}

Small Lies, Big Mistakes {Modern! Aegon x Fem! Reader Angst}

Counting Down The Hours {Modern! Aegon x Fem! Reader}

If you want to be added to the taglists for my Aegon fics or HOTD fics in general, feel free to ask

#Aegon Targaryen masterlist #House of the dragon masterlist #Hotd masterlist #Masterlist #Aegon Targaryen x reader #Aegon Targaryen imagine #Aegon Targaryen headcanons

[redraven3093]

Catching up with Philza QSM Vod

July 22

hai phil-Early birbs lets go

You do have so many shits laying around

AUSIE AUSIE OIOIOI

Tallulah Darling hi :D its SO early for u-CHAYANNE HONEY YU AWAKE! - KIDDO buddy You give us ALL a HEARTATTCAK

Yeah scold him Phil >:(- PFFT Tallulah! -  CHAYANNE PLS SHE HAVENT SLEPT

ETOILES WOULD BE PUT IN PRISON

Safety first :D- no joint room

Well the kid literally have been sleeping a lot Lullah what do you expected?

PFTT 3 HOURS? CHAYANNE BUDDY PLS REST

Pretty – LMAO PHIL PLS THE 4th WALL PHIL

Yeah the room is not orange enough- Gordon ramsay tangent-

OMG TALLULAH SWEETY WHY DIDN’T YOU HAVE ANY FOOD?!- AVACADO toast FOR THE WIN!- CHAYANNE you too!

Food Check- DÉCOR time – Judging ur vibe-

Oh no u stuck- YAY FREDOM – IKEA LETS GOO

Lol the kids- all pumpkins- YAH STEAL THE RICH

Oh what about forever?- DID YA WIN SON??- AWWW noo

Woah that’s far- that is such a unique pattern- jumping blok-

Where is she?- PlANT TIME- WOAHH COOL- hey Tallulah

Oh ? good news first- white puffball U can eat them??

Yeah so Storage rooms

Grappling time- HERE WE GO

Yeah must be Dappers doing- Dapper is so crazy- HOLLY SHIT DAPPER U ARE CRAZY- ITS IN ALPHEBITICAL ORDER?!- It’s the Tesseract

Lol yeah you guys spend way to much time marveling dapper’s farm

Lolwas that enough?- fastest adventure we had- yeah don’t wory Lullah ur safe now

YEAH DÉCOR TIME AGAIN- yeah this looks good

Oh hey Tubbo

Oh?- Spanish music?- dance time cant hear the song thou

If you don’t know about love FUQ OFF lol- opp TOXIC- good guy behavior?

Lol yeah put all of it

CHAYANNNE- we did all that huh

Oh wait? They have titles??- YEAH CHAT GET YOUR TOAST

That is so cool- oh yeah you did that

AWW So CUTE

Yeah it look so good

AW YEAH WILL’S LETTERS

Phil’s pls he was assassinated by a baby

PFFT PHIL PLS NOT THAT ONE

A picture for the whole fam

Ahh a trip down the memory lane

Ah yes his favorite pic

Lol he got a pc-yeah not a good idea to put it next to the fire-well a kid got to have his fun

AWW THAT IS SO CUTE :D

AGUSTIN

Lol “no. MINE”

New song- yeah2 vod watchers cant hear anything lol- SPYxFAMILY??-OHH COMEDY that one

Yeah that is sweet

LET HIM COOK

Yeah it is pretty

LMAO Phil pls-PERMITED LETS GO

Phil pls

YEAH LETS GO to the TOP

Wicked lets go

Oh? A shulker box? Eyyo?

Lol bird brain go brr

:)

“Probably trash “he said LIES

PFFT LMAO he did it the son of a ditch

Lol its all fun Chayanne don worry- phil pls

STAR GAZING LETS GO

To the uppies place-safe and sound

Heloo-it DOES LOOK like a nest – birdza strikes again-The crows nest :D

AWW :D- so cute- an ECLIPSE- CUTE-

YEAH BED TIME STORY – OHH a SUPERNOVA

Oh the Beetlejuice :D- Yeah INFO DUMP

YEAH that is Cool

Gotta pay that bill

Yeah he did do that- Chayanne pls buddy

Yeah well they have reasons to be paranoid Tallulah, years of experience ca do that

:( PHILZA – YES WE DID SO PLS STAY SAFE

:’)

AWW KIDS WE LOVE YOU TOO – what happened with the squid?- aww buddy

Ah shit, imma cry – music paid actor

Goofy picture

Oh? – AWW KIDDO :’D

UGH MY HEART – AWW BUDY – PFT Tallulah sweety

AWW YOU TWO

Holly Lullah u have plenty

YEAH BED TIME

Opp ur stuck - oh okay good

Old chair

Etoiles have high standards- lmao- ??? holy – opp she voided

Question time- iron? Oh its not/j- pfft

Opp welcome back!- pfft

Yeah lets goo- oh so the Fed didn’t kidnaped you?

Yeah go get rest kiddos- oh that’s okay Tallulah

a hotel brunt down?-

?

who

OH FUCK OFF YOU BINARY BASTARDS

STOP TAKING PHOTOS U SHIT

WALTERBOB?!

FUCK OFF

STAY AWAY FROM CHAYANNE YOU SON OF DITCH

YEAH GO OFF PHIL- YEAH AND STAY THE FUK AWAY YA SHIT

Yeh he did- scuff encounter- YEAH NO MERCY- NOT IF HE WAS THE BINARY BASTARD

Vote for Walter

Pfft ever the humble Tallulah- okay stop fighting

Yeh MUSIC BOX

STAY SAFE KIDDOS

GOODNIGHT TALLULAH CHAYANNE

a fresh BRUISED Lettuce

BYE KIDS

Yeah those guys are creeps

?? oH YEaH IT DID- Failed egg? I mean why did the FEDs even made the EGGS

Chat?- PFT THT IS TOO BIG

YEY BYE PHIL

#don't mind me #qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp binary entity #qsmp live blogging #qsmp liveblog #qsmp vodblog #?

[ireadyabooks]

5 Book Recs Based on Your Favorite Nostalgic Halloween Movie!🎃

I don’t know about you, but one of my favorite parts of October is watching all the classic spooky season movies I grew up with. It brings back all those fond memories of childhood fall festivities, Halloween costume planning, and the joy of filling up your candy bucket while trick-or-treating (even if you had to fight your mom about wearing a jacket with your costume because it was too cold). If you’re in the middle of your yearly Halloween movie binge or haven’t had time because of the hot new books dropping recently, here are some ghoulish book recommendations based on some of our favorite nostalgic Halloween movies!

If you like Hocus Pocus (1993), then you might like Dead Man’s Float   

While there might not be a big musical number led by Bette Midler, Sarah Jessica Parker, and Kathy Najimy in the middle of Dead Man’s Float, this story will surely leave you gasping for air. There is no doubt that Hocus Pocus is one of the most classic Halloween movies of all time, as the dubious Max unleashes the iconic Sanderson sisters to enact their revenge on Salem. Shawn Sarles' haunting YA horror novel follows this same hair-raising idea, except this time, a seemingly harmless prank unleashes a ghost with unfinished business and intent on finding its killer. If you’re in the mood for a more frightening version of the classic Hocus Pocus story, I recommend you start reading Dead Man’s Float now!

If you like Halloweentown (1998), then you might like Shadow Coven

Halloweentown is well-known for its inclusion of literally all things Halloween and its empowering story of a young witch who will go to extreme lengths to save her family and the world from an evil power. Similarly, S. Isabelle’s second installment in The Witchery series, Shadow Coven, centers around a group of witches who must defeat magical and mundane threats to save themselves and their coven forever. While there might not be any friendly skeleton cab drivers, Shadow Coven includes some kick-butt witches just like Marnie and her family that will surely have you reaching for the spellbook this Halloween! Start reading now!

If you like Casper (1995), then you might like Sixteen Souls

Casper the Friendly Ghost is a staple nostalgic character during the Halloween season. How could you not love the sweet and cute little ghost who falls for the girl who moves into the very mansion he’s haunting? Fans of the movie Casper will have no problem jumping into the spooky yet swoony YA debut Sixteen Souls by Rosie Talbot. This ghostly tale is about sixteen-year-old Charlie, who gets dragged into hunting down the cause behind the mysterious disappearances of several famous spirits by an irritating yet charming new ghost seer in town. Sixteen Souls is sure to give you chills, all while making your heart melt as Charlie must deal with his growing crush and work to save York’s spirits at the same time. Start reading Sixteen Souls now!

If you like Beetlejuice (1988), then you might like Beholder

Whether you became a fan by watching the 1988 film with Michael Keaton and Winona Ryder or the quirky modern-day musical, there is no denying that Beetlejuice has cemented itself as one of the most iconic ghost stories of all time. While Ryan La Sala’s Beholder is much more mysterious and sinister than the joke-filled dark humor of Beetlejuice that we’re used to, both stories explore a world where dark, evil powers must be stopped before they have the chance to take over fully—one just comes in a pin-striped suit with green hair. Start reading BEHOLDER!

If you like Scooby Doo! and the Witch’s Ghost (1999), then you might like At the Speed of Lies

It goes without saying that any Scooby-Doo! film or episode is a year-round classic. But during the Halloween season especially, there is something even more thrilling about watching the gang from Mystery Inc. kick some monster butt. This undefeatable group of friends is no stranger to solving their town’s mysteries; still, Quinn Calvet from Cindy L. Otis’ At the Speed of Lies certainly wasn’t expecting to get swept into the mystifying chaos of her town’s latest disappearances. Fans of Scooby-Doo! will love this modern twist on mystery solving that we’ve all grown to love, thanks to Velma, Daphne, Fred, Shaggy, and Scooby. And while Quinn might be well on her way to becoming the “it girl” of The Whine, her town’s growing social media platform, I’d be remiss if I didn’t give a shout-out to the original it girls–The Hex Girls from Scooby-Doo! and the Witch’s Ghost. Start reading At the Speed of Lies!

#ireadya #yabooks #halloween #nostalgic #halloween movies #cult classics #hocus pocus #dead man's float #halloweentown #shadow coven #the witchery #casper #sixteen souls #beetlejuice #beholder #scooby doo #hex girls #at the speed of lies

[here-lies-beetlejuice]

#halloween #october #fall #october 31 #spooky #here lies beetlejuice #pumpkin #the simpsons #halloween aesthetic #halloween gif #jack o lantern #pumpkins #halloween countdown #active halloween blog

[zapsoda]

decided to skulk around the mia tag causeee i like drama and it is always so jarring hearing from the perspectives of people reallyyyyy into shit like musicians. cannot imagine caring so much about what william wood or the singer from asob watch in their free time. i dont even know the second guys name. "your fave is a little bit too into. idfk. elfen lied" man whatever. a lot of people are.

also.. exploitative..... who is being exploited here...... the characters??? children who go into evil haunted caves full of monsters???

its so funny bc this person clearly has not watched the anime and i havent either. but like. what is separating "it" a movie where a bunch of kids get tortured and one is murdered. from an Anime where a bunch of kids get tortured and or murdered. whats the difference here.

"VERY into horror" even "extreme horror" lol. what u watched the exorcist. oh nooo thats exploitative thats exploiting girls who have been posessed by demons. u liked tusk? lol.

"takes these topics seriously " who is to say that mia does not do that. neither of us. because we havent watched it. also horror comedy is NOT allowed. fuck yourself beetlejuice youre exploiting ghosts and demons.

[pumpkinpie59]

What musicals the 2012 cast would love most

This was in part inspired by @fabuloustrash05 ‘s post about her Renet headcanons, where she mentioned that Renet likes historical musicals. You can find it here.

Anyway, since I am a theatre performer myself, I decided to associate some musicals with the rest of the TMNT cast. Enjoy ^^

Leonardo

“When I drive

When I drive

I'm in love, I'm alive

And I forget about everything I hate

When I drive

When I drive

I can read 65

I won't pay the long, long line

They'll always be behind

And man that just feels great”

If you were to ask him, he’d claim his favorite is Singin’ in the Rain (which I’ve been in btw). It’s funny and a total blast to watch (though ... the movie is better than the stage show). But in reality, his favorite is Bonnie and Clyde. You cannot convince me otherwise.

Raphael

“Always you, every thought I'll ever know

Everywhere I go, you'll be

All the world is only

You and me!”

Like Leo, he also doesn’t tell the truth about his favorite musical. He claims his favorite is Phantom of the Opera. An easy choice, and everyone believes him because it’s just as dramatic as he is lmao. But his favorite is West Side Story. I mean, c’mon, it has gangs, violence, and at its core has a mushy love story. He will not admit he likes it as much as he does.

Donatello

“If only you could know

The things I long to say

If only I could tell you

What I wish I could convey

It's in my every glance

My heart's an open book

You'd see it all at once

If only you would look”

He seems like a Disney fan. You’d think I would’ve chosen Beauty and the Beast, but nah. The Little Mermaid fits him better (I’ve also been in this show). He’s so insecure about not being human, and he’s also from a big family with an overprotective father, so I think he’d relate to Ariel a lot. Plus she’s a redhead so there’s that lol. Maybe a bit on the nose, but I don’t care.

Michelangelo

“We're a notorious couple of cats

As knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians

Tight-rope walkers and acrobats”

Yeah, he’s a Cats fan. I think he’d love how artistic and chaotic it is. His brothers probably hate it, which only makes him like it more lmao. He hated the movie.

April

“You can build me up, you can tear me down

You can try but I'm unbreakable

You can do your best, but I'll stand the test

You'll find that I'm unshakeable”

I kinda see April as the kinda girl to like the most popular musicals rather than obscure musicals, and I also wanted to choose one that was about strong women. I considered Wicked and Legally Blonde, but Six seemed most appropriate. Also, she’s my queen, so why not choose the one about queens pfft

Casey

“Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun

I'm one highfalutin' sonuva gun!

Don't ask me how

Fortune found me, fate just crowned me

Now I'm King of New York!”

Casey’s favorite is Newsies. It just seems so freaking obvious. Plus, the love interest is a journalist, so do with that what you will.

Karai

“Home, Love, Family.

There was once a time

I must have had them, too.

Home, Love, Family,

I will never be complete

Until I find you...”

Like Leo and Raph, she also lies about her fav musical. She says it’s Little Shop of Horrors, and she does like it. The Dentist song cracks her up. But her favorite is Anastasia because it hits close to home. See lyrics above. She also lost her real family at a young age, and didn’t know the truth until she was 16. (Also, Anya is my dream role. I got to see the show on tour!)

Shinigami

“Gotta haunt till it hurts

Through the night

And give those guys the fright of their lives”

Shinigami gives me Beetlejuice vibes. I don’t know what else to say about it.

Mona Lisa

“Tranquil as a forest

But on fire within

Once you find your center

You are sure to win”

It’s my headcanon that Mona loves movies once Raph introduces her to them, so I think she’d like movie musicals more than stage musicals. Her favorite is Mulan. As a soldier herself, she respects how the film takes war seriously while still having uplifting and even funny moments throughout.

BONUS:

Lotus Blossom (my 2012 version)

“A new dream

I have one i know that very few dream

I would like to see that over-due dream

Even though it never may come true”

Jekyll and Hyde is a musical about murder, the duality of man, and tragic romance, all things that appeal to Lotus Blossom, an assassin with difficult experiences in romance. (Jekyll and Hyde was my favorite musical back when I first got into TMNT, too! Still is a favorite.)

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[moved05]

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🧚‍♀️ 6842-5633-7797 (Switch).

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hi hi, my name is myskia (theorised to mean 'bat' in Old Swedish - it is found on a runestone, other meanings may also include 'to darken', 'twilight', 'gloom' and 'dusk').

interests; majorly interested in all things to do thats whimsical, fantasy + gothic themes, supernatural creatures + morbid themes etc, all fascinate me + 99% of things i like includes one of those things 😭

👾 gaming - skyrim, stardew valley, hogwarts legacy, elden ring, bloodborne, witcher, wizard 101, alice:madness returns, legend of zelda twilight princess, angels of death, the witch's house, dragon age inquisition, Ib, Outlast, Sims 3 Supernatural + more

👻 films/tv series/books - beetlejuice (musical), the dark crystal: age of resistance, what we do in the shadows, v for vendetta, dune, matrix, hannibal tv series, hannibal movies (silence of the lambs, red dragon etc), avatar, house of the dragon, the witcher, twilight, the crow, the munsters tv series, the addams family, monster high, disney films, LOTR, interview w/ the vampire, the vvitch, the lost boys, queen of the damned, van helsing, scooby doo, the craft, hocus pocus, crimson peak, sleepy hollow, 99% of tim burton films (nightmare before christmas, frankenweenie, coraline, corpse bride, alice in wonderland, sweeney todd, beetlejuice, Edward scissorhands etc), casper the friendly ghost, my sister the vampire book series, room on the broom, + lots more 😭 basically anything whimsical, witchy and spooky i usually love 😭

🎃 anime + manga - soul eater, death note, shiki, elfen lied, madoka magica, sailor moon, the cat returns, castlevania, berserk (+ manga, tw warning tho), witch hat atelier, siuil (girl from the other side) + more, i am getting back into anime + manga so pls send me recommendations 😭

🦇 music - zheani, moonspell, nightwish, björk, kate bush, cher, emilie autumn, chelsea wolfe, rob zombie, nina hagen, yeule, switchblade symphony, the birthday massacre, cocateau twins + so many more,this list is gonna get too long 😭 i'll have my spotify in this post somewhere, check #🦷 mp3 / #🧚‍♀️ mp3 if you want to find more i haven't listed here

🐈‍⬛ fave creatures + other - zebra jumping spider, hercules beetle, luna moths, death hawk moths, black witch moth, dragons!!, black cats, worms, leeches, white plume moth, ghost slug (first found in my country! 😍😭 tho i think the theory is they accidentally got here), mermaid purses, moon jellyfish, poison frog + glass frog, silver foxes, wolves, magpie (my fave bird, why do they sound like a machine gun but look so pretty waa 😭),

🌙 misc - the colours purple/black/lavender blue/dark green, fascinated with the culture surrounding death, the ocean + space, collecting teeth, weird medieval art (like fighting snails, tooth 'wyrms' or skeletons tending to gardens 😭), welsh mythology (love celtic mythology in general though), abandoned and/or haunted places, the smell of soil after rain (petrichor), elves and fairy faith, crystals, amethyst (birthstone), astrology (i like both western + vedic!), thelema, norse mythology, sword / knife collecting, foraging, the poison path (usage of poisonous plants in witchcraft/ritual), carnivorous plants, anything lore-wise about hedge riding (using trance to "fly" or astral project), dreams / dream symbolism / dream dictionaries etc, divination (tarot especially).

#intro #SoundCloud

[every-character-ever-poll]

WEEK TWO LINEUP

Thank you all for a wonderful first week of this poll! As of posting this, I have received 457 submissions (which is a lot more than I was anticipating). Because of that, I've decided to make every week have 100 polls instead of the minimum 80 I had planned at the beginning.

Without further ado, here is our week two lineup!

Travis Matagot - Campaign Skyjacks

April Ryan - The Longest Journey

Sam Puckett - iCarly, Sam and Cat

Jade West - Victorious

Nicholas D. Wolfwood - Trigun

Vash The Stampede - Trigun

Meito Anizawa - Anime Tenchou

CATS - Zero Wing

Shin Amon - Yakuza, Judgment

Xue Yang - The Untamed

Lyman - Garfield

Marius Pontmercy - Les Misérables

Pierre Bezukhov - War and Peace

Netzach - Lobotomy Corporation, Library of Ruina

Ash Fox - Fantastic Mr. Fox

Sneeze - Fool's Gold

Max - Sam and Max

Alina Gray - Magia Record

Lloyd Irving - Tales of Symphonia

Agent John Bishop - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2003)

TableTurf Card: Inkbrush - Splatoon 3

TableTurf Card: Aerospray MG - Splatoon 3

Marigold/Beth Parish - The Fairy Chronicles

TableTurf Card: Annaki Splatershot Nova - Splatoon 3

Thistle - The Fairy Chronicles

Warren Stone - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Hypno-Potamus - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Himena Aika - Magia Record

Tidy - The Little Trashmaid

Bon - Five NIghts at Freddy's High School

Tamaki - Mahou ga Tsukaenakutemo

Error!Sans - loverofpiggies.tumblr.com

Idia Shroud - Twisted Wonderland

Beetlejuice - Beetlejuice the Musical

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi (Wild Tiger) - Tiger and Bunny

Nikol - Xenoblade 3: Future Redeemed

Noel Gruber - Ride the Cyclone

Jack Fairy - Velvet Goldmine

Nightmare Knight - Cucumber Quest

Agent Olive - Odd Squad

Derrick Berg - Lord of the Mysteries

Yukine - Noragami

Father - Noragami

Hu Geng - The Tale of Food

Li Ling - Dislyte

Wylan Van Eck - Six of Crows

Naoto Shirogane - Persona 4

P03 - Inscryption

Gabriel - Ultrakill

Airi Momoi - Project Sekai

Myles Toyne - A Song of Ice and Fire

Jon Connington - A Song of Ice and Fire

Daemon II Blackfyre - Tales of Dunk and Egg

Buckshot (Bimbo) - Simba the King Lion

Maze Myers - Ebon Ward

Marcy Wu - Amphibia

Merry Nightmare - Yumekui Merry

Heiji Hattori - Detective Conan

Hapu - Pokémon

Cure Bloom - Futari wa Precure Splash Star

Mollymauk Tealeaf - Critical Role

Willow Rosenberg - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Inigo Montoya - The Princess Bride

Cloud Strife - Final Fantasy VII

Aerith Gainsborough - Final Fantasy VII

Paruko/Harmony - Splatoon

dedf1sh - Splatoon

Arlan - Honkai: Star Rail

Ángel Valdivia - Detective Beebo

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi - Ace Attorney

Edmond - Nu:Carnival

Jupiter - We Know the Devil

Scarlet Witch - Marvel

Tobias Schneien - Ghost Eyes

Cure March - Smile Precure

Cure Diamond - Doki Doki Precure

Valerie - Pokémon

Alice Carroll - ARIA

Marika Kato - Mouretsu Pirates

Obi - Akagami no Shirayuki-hime

Nano Shinonome - Nichijou

Cure Butterfly - Hirogaru Sky Precure

Ran Mouri - Detective Conan

Houtarou Oreki - Hyouka

Yui Yumekawa - Idol Time Pripara

Kozue Kaoru - Revolutionary Girl Utena

Mew Ichigo - Tokyo Mew Mew

Last Order - A Certain Magical Index

Hau - Pokémon

Cure Melody - Suite Precure

Hannibal Lecter - Hannibal

Horibe Itona - Assassination Classroom

Puppycat - Bee and Puppycat

Momiji Binboda - Binbougami Ga!

Jim Lake Jr - Trollhunters

Romelle - Voltron Legendary Defender

Mai - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Vermouth - Detective Conan

Silver - Pokémon

#the week ahead #a lot of this weeks submissions did not have images or propaganda #in fact every submission after Cure March this week had neither #As a result i will try to add images I find myself. just to make the polls look nicer #not a poll

[elegantmusicdragon]

Interlude: Bravo, Bravo, Bravo

Part 7.5 of Love, Animals, and The Stolen Goat

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x AnimalHandler!Reader (f!Reader; nicknamed Panda)

Rating/Warning: M! Language. A general obsession with Beetlejuice the Musical, Musical, Musical. This is purely indulgent and I regret NOTHING!

A/N: Moving this up here for this part because I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVE THIS MONTH. My motivation has been low and I write when the inspiration strikes. I feel the writing bug again so hopefully Part 8 of this series will be out as well as my super late Hanukkah holiday fic with Frankie. Thanks for sticking with me through the low points as well as the high ones! I appreciate you all. 

P.S. HAPPY NEW YEAR FRIENDS!! I adore you all and can’t thank you enough for making this year special! Without all of you, I probably wouldn’t even have started writing on here. I’m anxiety ridden so I doubt myself a lot. Just thank you so much for the support. I appreciate every single one of you from the bottom of my heart. Here’s to more stories to come in 2023! 

Much love,

Muse 💜

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“They want you to what?!” 

Dieter sighs for what feels like the hundredth time. He looks up at you from his place on his couch where Margie lies curled into his side, looking like a super fluffy plushie. He drops a hand to her head and pets, probably for stress relief. A script spreads across his lap. You stand above him, arms crossed. 

“Do I really need to repeat myself?”

Laserbeams of anger shoot out of your eyes. 

He removes the hand holding the script down to raise up to you in placation. It flops closed and he sighs in frustration. 

“Again - I was asked to play Beetlejuice in the musical in concert at the Hollywood Bowl.” 

You can only gape at him, your mouth hanging open like a fish. 

“Can you even sing??” 

Dieter reaches for his chest with his free hand to clutch at his heart. Good god. 

“Panda, please don’t wound my pride like that. I can’t take it.”

“You didn’t answer the question.” 

He raises an eyebrow at you. You raise one right back. You will not stalemate. YOU WILL NOT STALEMATE. 

“It’s Beetlejuice.”

“You’re STILL not answering.”

You lean your body down to his level. You rest your arm on the back of the couch - you lean forward to stare into Dieter’s soul. You narrow your eyes in the best attempt you have to be scary…which isn’t easy since you’re about as threatening as a hamster. 

“Can-”

You lean forward more. 

“You-”

You get so close your noses are almost touching. 

“Sing?”

Dieter stares into your soul. You refuse to break your uncomfortably close eye contact. 

It only takes five seconds for him to crack. 

Dieter breaks eye contact with the most dramatic, put-upon sigh you’ve ever heard. And then…mumbles? Your eyebrows crinkle in confusion. 

“What?”

He mumbles again, head bent down towards Margie as though she could save him from whatever fresh hell he is admitting to. Margie lifts her head and gently nudges Dieter’s chin. He pats her head gently, comforting her as much as himself. You crouch down and get on his level. Looks like your gonna have to bring out your gentle parenting voice - a tone you only use with your sister’s children and every single animal you train. 

“Dee.”

He looks back up at you, looking like a skittish deer. You stare back as sincerely as you can - you don’t want to frighten him off any more than you already have. 

“You don’t have to be embarrassed to tell me things. I know your name was tough, but I want you to know you can trust me. We’re a team.”

He smiles gently at you and takes your hand. You both grin at each other like idiots while Margie bleats with her demands for attention.

“Panda…”

You squeeze his hand. 

“Yeah, Dee?”

“I can’t sing for shit. I just really wanted to play Beetlejuice.”

“BENICIO I SWEAR TO GOD-”

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