#Beetlejuice x fem reader

[blackberries45]

A Helpful Bath

Beetlejuice x fem reader (could picture Lydia or whoever)

Word count : ~900

Warnings : he gets her off 🤷🏼‍♀️

Notes: she needed a bath and he helped 😆 sorry about misspellings or grammar errors. I word vomit occasionally but suck at it. This is just for me to have fun.

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It was just a simple bath to calm her down. She was over everything and just wanted to lay in the warm water and relax. But one thing led to another and she thought there might be a way to be a tab bit more relaxed.

Scooting down so her head was comfortably on her bath pillow she closed her eyes and took a long slow breath. Now who to think of. Well, there was that guy in the new book she just started. No, she didn’t know enough about him yet. Maybe he was a creep. There was that cute guy at the store today. Fuck! What if he was a creep too??

She figured she should start before her bath water became cold and someone would just come to mind. Taking another deep breath and slowly letting it go, she moved her hand across her hip. Gently she found where she needed and started to make the circle motions she had made many times before. Her other hand came up to softly tug at one of her nipples. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

Several faces started to come in and out of thought when suddenly, the creep of ALL creeps popped up. Her eyes opened wide as her hands dropped back to her sides making a loud splash. This can’t be happening. How in the world could she think of him of all people while getting off?? After a few seconds though she started to give in. What difference would it make? She wasn’t summoning him, only thinking of him. And his roughness. And is need to prove a point. What a jackass. Oddly it was making her horny again.

She let her eyes close and her hands moved back to their positions. She breathed through the thoughts of him putting her in her place. His wicked laughter and…she laid dead still. She was instantly aware she wasn't alone. Before she could open her eyes though, a hand covered them and a rough voice demanded for her to keep them shut. A slight nod is all she could give for she felt she was in no position to argue.

What felt like ages went by of her thinking about what he must be doing. Was he examining her? Did he think she looked fat or gross? Was he disappointed? Wait, why did she care if he was disappointed or not?? Just when she was about to speak, she felt him lean down next to her ear and ask quietly, “Would you like some help honey?” once again all she could do was slightly nod while biting her lip.

She could tell he was in his suit by the way his sleeve touched her stomach as he replaced her hand with his on her clit. The angle was better with him next to the tub but she tried to focus on the feeling and not wondering if his suit was getting wet. As he started making small slow circles, she calmly grabbed his wrist to hold onto. She could feel him start to lean next to her face again. Like some puppy, he nuzzled his way between her jaw bone and shoulder. Picking up the pace slightly, he worked a moan out of her. He couldn't help himself and lightly bit that soft spot on her neck which caused another breathy moan. This time a dark chuckle escaped him in response. She felt herself starting to clench down to it. Fuck.

Beetlejuice decided he wanted a better angle. He wouldn't go further himself tonight with her, but he'd be sure she'd be satisfied. She could feel when he shifted and was getting into the tub over her. He didn't stop his circles as he bent down, his knees on either side of her legs. She could hear his boots squeak against the side of the tub where the soles rubbed above the water line. He must be soaking wet now. Why would he get into the water with his suit and boots?? Shit! Focus!!

Using both hands now, one to keep her legs just barely a jar since there was a lack of room, and one still circling, she felt him once again right in front of her face. “Breathe” he finally had to remind her. Giving her about two breaths to relax again, he couldn't help himself any longer. He circled her hard and as she opened to moan again he leaned forward and kissed her. She almost protested but at the same moment he had slipped the other hand from keeping her apart, to putting two fingers inside her. She couldn't help but give in.

Her arms that had been still at her sides automatically reached up around his neck, causing the kisses to deepen as her head was tilted back against the cold tile. Long ago her pillow slipped down but all cares had disappeared. She was so close but she started to think again, now about it ending too soon. She was fulling enjoying the sensations and making out with him. “Cum for me honey” Beetlejuice said in a demanding voice as he put his forehead against hers. It was all she needed, his commanding and cool skin against her hot head and she was gone. Crash after crash she clenched down on his fingers. He gave her mouth space to curse and moan until he started slowing down his movements and gently kissed her once more.

Thank you she whispered feeling him starting to back up. His smug and satisfied laugh echoed in the tub though it has a tone of sympathy somehow. Suddenly as he had appeared, she knew he was gone. She opened one eye and then the other. No sign of him to be seen. She pulled herself up in the tub and held her knees. Maybe she was dreaming. The only sign would be the next day when an almost undetectable bite mark in the scoop between her neck and shoulder would appear.

[leo-bj-sof-mw-fan]

BEETLEJUICE X GN READER <3

⫸Strange but Sweet⫷

(Ps! This is my first ever fanfic :3 I hope you like it <3)

You hadn’t expected much when you summoned Beetlejuice. It was supposed to be just a bit of fun—test out that book of the dead you found, maybe meet a ghost or two. But Beetlejuice was… different. Sure, he was crude, a bit wild, but something about that messy green hair and the constant barrage of jokes had pulled you in.

The first time he appeared, you jumped in surprise as he erupted from the ground in a cloud of purple smoke. His mismatched eyes found yours instantly, and he grinned that sharp, toothy grin.

"Well, well, well. Didn’t think someone as cute as you would be calling me up. You lonely, handsome?"

You blushed, feeling your stomach flip. "I, uh, just wanted to see if the spell worked."

"Oh, it worked, babe." He sauntered closer, his striped suit making him stand out in the gloomy room. His fingers were quick to curl around your wrist, his touch surprisingly warm. "And lucky for you, you got me! The Ghost with the Most."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. Beetlejuice had a way of worming into your good graces. He was always loud and obnoxious, but it was almost… endearing. He never failed to make you laugh, even when you were trying your best not to.

As the weeks went by, Beetlejuice became a frequent visitor to your home. You’d be making coffee, and he’d pop out of your fridge with a cheesy one-liner. You’d be reading, and suddenly he’d be sprawled across your couch, complaining about how boring the afterlife was.

Yet, despite his chaotic energy, you found yourself growing attached to him. Maybe it was the way his eyes softened when he thought you weren’t looking. Or maybe it was how he’d stop mid-rant about the afterlife to check in on you, asking if you were doing okay with a surprising gentleness in his voice.

One night, you were lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, when Beetlejuice appeared beside you in a puff of smoke. He grinned lazily and flopped down next to you.

"What’s got you all broody, huh?" he asked, his head propped up on one arm.

You shrugged, glancing over at him. "Just thinking."

He wriggled closer until his side pressed against yours, his chaotic energy suddenly muted. "Thinking about me?" He smirked, but there was something softer underneath it.

"Maybe," you admitted, feeling your heart race at how close he was.

Beetlejuice’s grin widened, but his hand found yours, and he squeezed lightly. "You know, for a guy who’s still alive, you’re pretty dead set on having me around."

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. "Maybe I like you, Beetlejuice."

He blinked, clearly taken aback. For a second, you thought you might’ve gone too far, but then he let out a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling at the edges.

"Well, babe," he said, leaning in until his nose was practically brushing yours, "I guess it’s a good thing I like you too."

And before you could say anything else, Beetlejuice closed the gap between you, his lips warm and surprisingly soft against yours. It wasn’t what you expected—there was no roughness, no teasing. Just him, pouring everything into the kiss with a sincerity that you hadn’t seen from him before.

When he pulled back, his eyes were shining, and for once, he seemed at a loss for words.

"That… wasn’t so bad," he finally muttered, trying to play it cool, but you could see the warmth in his gaze.

You chuckled, your heart light as you leaned in for another kiss. "Not bad at all."

From that moment on, Beetlejuice became more than just a mischievous ghost. He was your mischievous ghost, and though life with him was chaotic and strange, it was also sweet in a way you never expected.

[monsterbeetlebug]

A quick turn of events, Part 7

Fem reader, smut

Tw: Sex, some exhibition and voyeurism, mentions of unwanted touch in the beginning.

Part 6 <-

Reading exercise

After the event that happened in the club, Y/n had spent a few days getting over the feeling that guy at the club gave her. The fear and the pain from his grip. The gross feeling of him groping and grabbing at her like he owned her. She had decided that it was enough of that. And obviously no-one else than Lorenzo owned her if someone were to even own her. Him and the clones were the only ones she would let manhandle her if that was the case. And even then she knew thay wouldn't do anything to harm her. They did nothing else than protect and spoil her. Shaking her head she stod up from her bed. She freshened up a bit and put on some comfy clothes for her escapades in the house. What would she do today?

After thinking while walking through the halls she decided that the library would be a good place to explore. She hadn't really been in there and looked around yet. Maybe she could find s good book to settle down with. Making her way through the house she felt that it was way too quiet. Usually someone was yelling after Valentino at this time. She didn't see Dominic in the kitchen either. Maybe something work related had happened? But she also doubted that, Lorenzo would have given her some sort of message.

Once she arrived at the library she pushed the big dark door open. It was creaking as she stepped inside. It was a huge room filled with books from floor to ceiling. It had lots of comfy places and nooks to sit down and read in. She looked around a bit when she suddenly saw him. Lorenzo? How the hell? Since when could he fly. He was standing high up in the air holding a book. Busy studying something. She spoke out to get his attention.

"You didn't tell me you could fly."

He shut his book close and it vanished. His head snapped towards Y/n. A grin grew on his lips. Slowly he started to float down towards the ground and walked over to Y/n.

"Telling you everything would spoil the fun dear, wouldn't it now?"

He put a finger under her chin and softly made her look up at him. His dark eyes looking into hers.

"Want me to show you where all the good books are darling?"

Y/n nodded. She was mesmerized by his eyes. He started walking and pointed to a section to the right. It was a quaint little corner with soft lighting.

"This is where Dominic spends a lot of his time. Reading recipes and studying different foods. He is quite the intellectual when it comes to the culinary word."

He kept walking and gestured to the next place.

"We also have alot of different genres. Romance, horror, novels, poetry and fantasy amongst others."

He glanced at her as she looked around at the different books. His stone cold face didn't show alot but he was happy. He actually felt joy from her being so invested in his library. As they continued to the left side he gestured at another section.

"This is all of the books on Occultism, Witchcraft and so forth. It's quite interesting stuff if I may say so myself, being a demon and all of that."

Y/n giggled at his comment. For being such serious man he really liked to have his moments. She looked at the next section he pointed out to her. He smirked as he told her about this one.

"And this. This is the erotic section."

He could see her starting to blush a little. A pink shade tinting her cheeks.

"Valentino is a big fan of this section. He probably knows it by heart at this point."

Y/n gulped. She didn't know what to say. She was a bit flustered. Erotica wasn't something she really had read alot of, but it was exciting that they had it in the library. Lorenzo stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He gently massaged them. Feeling how tense she was and how she started to relax by his touch. She sighed quietly. Still a bit flustered she felt her cheeks blush more. Then Lorenzo leaned closer to her and his course voice filled the air.

"You know, we could make those stories come to life."

Y/n felt her cheeks burn up. She put her hand to her face. Even though she liked the though of it she felt so on the spot. His confidence in suggesting such a thing made her insides melt. He started sliding his hand down her back. He stopped at her hips as he moved closer and held her thigher to himself.

"What do you say baby? I want to hear those pretty sounds you make."

She felt unable to speak. The tingling sensation had begun and she could feel herself become wet by his suggestion. How could she ever say no to this. She nodded while she breathed out her answer.

"Yes..sir.."

He chuckled lowly. One hand slid up to her breast as the other one down south. He massaged her breast as he started kissing along her neck. Y/n's breathing became heavier every second. Lorenzo slid his other hand into her pants making contact with her nether region. Warm and wet. He smirked against her neck.

"So wet for little old me already?"

The charm in his voice and the feeling of his thouch making her thoughts spiral. Her body felt like jelly. She felt him rubbing on her clit. A feeling of ecstasy rushed over her. She whined at the feeling of wanting more. Lorenzo nipped at her earlobe.

"Impatient are we? You needy little thing."

He sucked onto a sweetspot along her neck. Licking and nibbling. He slowly inserted two fingers into her while he kept his thumb on her clit. A moan escaped her mouth by his actions. At the same time she could feel him growing hard against her ass. She felt him rubbing against her. His finger curled inside her. Repeatedly making the come here motion against her spot. It amazed her how well he knew her body. Her eyes shut thigh and she was whimpering for release. She would have come undone was it not for him slowing down.

"Not yet sweet pet, not yet."

Pulling out his fingers he put them up to his face. Smelling her juices before he liked it of. A guttural groan coming from him after tasting it. He pulled her with him over to a table nearby. Pushed her forward to bend over and halfway lay on the table. He pulled down her pants and underwear. Sliding his thumb through her wet folds. With his other hand he undid his belt and pulled his cock out. Slowly sliding the tip up and down between her folds. Y/n was whimpering and desperate for him to push into her. He chuckled.

"I don't think I can hear you properly. I think you'll have to speak up."

Y/n gulped. She didn't have a choice but to speak. She softly moaned out her words.

"P-please..daddy."

He pushed determined into her with a groan. She moaned loudly by his move. He set a steady pace as he leaned over her with his hands on either side of her body on the table. Sounds of heavy breathing, moans and skin slapping filled the room. Lorenzo put a hand in her hair and got a good grip before he pulled on it. Y/n's mouth fell open and her moans got louder. The feeling of controlled pain made the pleasure stronger. She was so lost in the feeling she didn't even register the door to the library opening.

It was Dominic. He was a bit taken back by what greeted him when he walked in. Y/n drunk in pleasure and Lorenzo pumping into her from behind. He was frozen in place for a second. Only when Lorenzo locked eyes with him did he quickly move to the corner with all of the food related books. Dominic was blushing and he felt himself getting hard. He couldn't get the image of Y/n's face out of his mind. How cute and delicious she looked. His urges got the better of him as he started rubbing himself to the sounds of their fornication and her moans.

Lorenzo grinned, knowing exactly what Dominic felt. He picked up his pace. He let go of Y/n's hair to rub her clit instead. She was starting to clench tighter around him. Her moans sounded like music in his ears. Just as she was about to climax he bit down on her shoulder making her scream in ecstasy as the wave of her orgasm hit. The pulsating sensation of release. He groaned as he pushed in for the last time. Spilling his seed deep into her. His dick pulsing as it emptied inside. Y/n laid her head on the table. Taking the time to come back to her senses. Enjoying the feelings rushing through her body.

Dominic had quickly picked a book to sit down with to cover his crotch. But he couldn't help but rub against the back of the book. He felt embarrassed about his actions, but it felt so good.

Lorenzo pulled out of Y/n and helped her to get dressed again.

"Such a good girl."

She smiled and hugged Lorenzo. Happy with having experienced the most exhilarating trip to a library ever. Lorenzo stroked her back.

"Hey baby?"

Y/n looked up at him wondering what it could be.

"Yeah?"

He grinned down at her with a way to knowing look.

"I think we might have had a guestviewing of our little library trip."

He chuckled as she got panic in her eyes. She turned around to see who it could be. Her eyes landed on Dominic blushing in his corner with a big book in his lap. Oh shit, oh fuck. She felt so embarrassed. She turned back to Lorenzo.

" Why didn't you say anything?"

He chuckled. Amused.

"You seemed to enjoy yourself too much darling. Why stop in the middle of something so good?"

Y/n was a bit shocked. So Lorenzo didn't mind? He really didn't let it embarrass or bother him. Maybe he like people walking in on them during something like this? Once she really thought about it, it was kinda fun making someone else flustered just by seeing them in action. She giggled to herself. Lorenzo tilted his head slightly.

"What? What is it baby?"

She looked a him with a spark of joy in her eye.

"It is kinda exciting to think about actually."

He smirked at her answer and ruffled her hair.

"Atta girl."

[betelgeuses-wife]

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[taracarpsnter]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wr

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[eroscomet]

Make it Right

Chapter one- Love returned

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Pairing: Astrid Deetz x Fem!Ghost!reader

Context: Astrid and you have been dating two years before a tragic accident happened to you, ending your life. She spends a year alone somehow trying to contact you from the living as you're in the afterlife. When finding that all of her attempts are futile, she turned to her mother's ability but was quickly reminded of how her mother "somehow" could never see the people Astrid wished to see the most.

Warnings: Probably bad writing (I'm sorry), Death

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: I'm not so much familiar with tumblr other than reading. I'm not much of a writer either, this would be like the first piece I post ever. I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I will correct as many as I see. Also, my brain was a bit foggy when remembering the new Beetlejuice Beetlejuice movie so if there's a mistake in that too, I'm sorry. Other than that, I hope you guys enjoy. I have been heavily inspired by many other amazing writers and I hope I really do capture all of the characters as correctly as I can. Also, I'm not expecting this series to blow up, i'll add another chapter if I see many people interact with this one.

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Letʼs be honest, Astrids life was definitely not one that usually someone finds themselves in. A ‘psychicʼ mother, who Astrid believes makes things up, an artist grandmother who seems to be an emotional wreck now that her husband is dead, and finally, a father who she no longer has. Astrid couldn't recall the last time her life was stable, from the beginning it had always be something with her family.

Now, with the passing of her grandfather and her mother suddenly marrying her manager who she is blindly following and clearly not seeing how he exploits her. She finds her world completely upside down and the one time she finds someone who makes her feel at least a bit normal, the universe seems to keep taking any form of normalcy from her. Once upon a time, it had been you and Astrid. The one person who kept her head straight as her world span.

Granted, you didn't come from the perfect family either but you always had found a way to excuse their actions despite Astridʼs constant nagging about your family and their almost pertinacious attitudes.

Your mother, a woman who almost seems to so desperately want to fit in with the women of the neighborhood. Your father who loved his image and his family's image. Your older sister who was always trying to somehow one-up you. Your family cared about the big things, you always found yourself content with the small things. You had always excused their behaviors with simple statements like,

“That's just how they are.” or, “No family is perfect.”

Astrid would cave eventually to your excuses but not with good attitude. Now remembering it, it felt like such a close but distant memory. It had only been a year, almost two, of your passing and yet Astrid finds herself dug in a hole the universe seemed to only bury her deeper in. Every memory had been bittersweet. Between every laugh shared, smiling in the middle of kisses, comforting smells theyʼd grow to find solace in, compliments, listening to music together, there had also been disagreements, comforting each other about things that neither of them had caused or been involved in, emotional damage, and trying to balance finding middle ground in each otherʼs crazy lives.

A year.

The thought of it makes Astrid almost wince, thoughts that seemed to be never ending and had loose ends. Why wasn't she there? She had always thought to herself. Why didn't she stop you? Questions to be left unanswered now that you were gone and she had no one to turn to. She had gone to her mother, who she had never believed was a ghost whisperer or paranormal insighter as everyone saw her, practically begging to have her somehow see you, hear you, feel you. But, like every attempt, they were once again futile.

This had made her more angry with her mother. First, she couldn't see her father and now she can't see you. Why is that every time she needs her mother to see a certain ghost for her, she never can but for others she can? It all felt stupid to her, how could people believe her mother?

Astrid found herself visiting Winter River frequently despite not liking staying with her grandmother and mother, especially when that daft man her mother called a “boyfriend” was around. She saw right through his act of the ‘caring, loving, and supportive’ boyfriend. Yet, she felt like she was the only one who could see that. How could someone propose to someone on the day of their father's wake?! She disliked the town, even more the people who foolishly believed her mother “abilities” to see paranormal phenomenons.

Yet, there she had spent most of her free time at the town during spring, summer, and winter break. Her relationship with Winter River had always been horrible yet she couldn't bring herself to say that she hated it there. How could she say that when it was this very same town that she had met you?

Standing there once again, in front of a grave that she became all too familiar with. Yours. It was almost comical how your parents had practically milked your death with every ounce they could get from it. Parading around the town, almost as if making it an excuse to gain from. They had quickly became the family in which everyone had gone to support when you had died. People would constantly go to your home, try to show their support, bring gifts even. Your parents loved every second of the attention.

No surprise that your mother had gained popularity among the women of your neighborhood's community. They only pitied her but masked it with sympathy as your mother would say, “She would've loved to be here” whenever someone had invited her to some so-called ‘important’ event among the other dull rich women. Your father had gotten a raise from his job after your death, again, out of pity of the poor family who had lost their ‘precious’ daughter. Your sister had gotten annoyed about how much you had been the focus after your death. She had expect people to move on after months but now seeing that it has been one, almost two, years of your passing and you being the center of attention, it had made her a bit bitter.

As Astrid stood in front of your grave and the flowers that adorned it, a small half-hearted smile on her lips. Many of the times that she had found herself in front of your grave, though she thought that somehow talking to the dead and getting a response back was stupid, she had always found herself talking out-loud to your grave, hoping for a sign or response that never really came.

“I miss you. Iʼm sorry that I havenʼt visited recently. My grandfather passed away, guess heʼd be with you now, right? Sometimes I wonder if youʼre with my dad or talk to him over there. I know if you were to be listening to me, you'd be rubbing it in my face how I always thought these kinds of things were stupid and now iʼm standing here like an idiot talking to myself and expecting a response from you.”

She smiled to herself as she thought about how youʼd tease her for this. She missed the banter between the two of you, her smile somewhat fading at the empty ache in her heart.

“I wish I could say that I hate you for leaving me here by myself, knowing that life is hard. We were supposed to be going through this life together, though. I wonʼt, I canʼt. I love you and my chest is aching every single day at this back and forth in my mind of memories that we should be looking back at together, happily, and now I just get this bittersweet feeling with the horrible reminder of your death. As much as I don't like it or believe it, I wish I had somehow gained this stupid ability my mother thinks she has.”

Astrids voice had faltered as she felt a frown tugging at her lips and her tears begin to faintly blur her vision. She took a deep breath, pulling herself together as she spoke again.

“I just want you to come home. I know that I always thought it was stupid how you had said ʻhome is where the heart isʼ, but truly I had just felt so bashful to think that someone like me could possibly be someone's home. The statement itself, I had always thought was a bit corny. Now, I find myself saying that I want to go home even while being at home. Funny, huh? You were always such a sap..”

With that and a sad smile, Astrid backed away from your grave. A soft sigh escaping her lips as she once again hoped that you had somehow received her words.

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Hours later, Astrid found herself, once again, in your room. She sneaks in through the window because she hates the idea of having to knock on the front door and have a conversation with your parents. They had been supportive of your relationship, yes, but like everything else, it was for their own personal gain. They had seen how other families were inclusive so they thought if they were too, theyʼd fit in more. Astrid had already known that they wouldn't dare to go into your room.

Your family had always hated the way that you decorated your room with endless posters, music, records and vinyls here and there, you loved your music. It was drastically differently from your sister and parents which preferred a more elegant and clean look. Thatʼs why whenever there were visitors, theyʼd never introduce your room to them. Yet, it was your safe haven and Astrid knew that.

After your death, she had taken it upon herself to take care of your vinyls, CDʼs, record player, and plants, all taken cared of. She felt that it made her feel like you were still here. As if she was staying in your room while you were out and about in the town. Her imagination took her far when it came to making up excuses for your absence rather than accepting the fact that you were dead.

She hummed to herself as she finished watering the last plant in your room. Once she was finished, she had gone over to your records, flipping through each of them, trying to find a song to play. Thatʼs when she had heard a small noise in the room. It was unusual to say the least, no one had ever dared to come into your room, it was just her. She shrugged it off as nothing or simply a noise coming from your window.

Then again, a small noise. The noise of a shoe squeaking from across the room. Her eyebrows had furrowed before she whipped her head around towards the direction of the noise. Upon landing her eyes on your face. She felt as if she was dreaming but it had startled her so that she felt her vision suddenly blacking out. When falling back, all she could remember was the feeling of someoneʼs cold hands catching her.

When Astrid awoke, she found herself lying on your bed despite having passed out almost across the room near your records. She almost dreaded waking up, she could have sworn she had seen you. Was it a dream? Did she make it up in her head because she missed you so much? Her vision blurred a bit before finally focusing, the feeling of a dip in the bed and a cold hand holding hers had startled her.

Quickly, she had shot up and off of your bed. Her eyes finally landing on you who had also shot up on the other side of the bed when she did.

“Where are we going?-” You had began speaking before you were cut off by Astrids loud exclaim.

“What the fuck!”

Your eyes scanned the room, your eyebrows furrowed as you turned around to see if there had been anyone behind you which earned a scoff from the other girl.

“Wait, you can see me now?” You asked as your eyebrows raised and your eyes returned to Astrid across the bed.

“Can I see you? Yeah, the better question is can I believe it? Is this another dream?” Astrid climbed over the bed and flung herself onto you. She clung onto your, now, cold body, that hadnʼt bothered her right now.

“What's the matter? You look like youʼve seen a ghost.” Your arms wrapped around the girl almost protectively, a soft laugh escaping you.

“Not funny.” Her words were flat, but a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She almost didnʼt know what to say as she stared at you. She had dreamed of you before, sure, but never like this. This felt too real. Your skin was more pale and less live as she had usually dreamed, your body cold, your chest was stilled, as if not taking air in or out. She hadnʼt noticed her bottom lip quivering or the tears in the corner of her eyes that had began to form.

“Hey, hey... Donʼt get all sappy on me now, iʼve been watching you this whole time! I hope you know that I followed you literally everywhere.” Your hands had gone to cup her cheeks, gently wiping away any tears as they fell from Astrid's eyes.

“Youʼd better have.” She had joked which earned another soft laugh from you. The sound of your laugh - so familiar - seemed to set her off. Her arms tightened around your shoulders as all of the feelings she bottled up over the past few months seemed to just burst out of her.

“I literally watched over you for a whole year. Trust me, I heard every word you were saying to the sky or my grave, hoping I was near to hear you. I was and I canʼt believe you've gotten all sappy, Deetz. You always told me that I was the sap and there you were spilling your guts and hoping my ghost was near.” One of her hands unconsciously moving from her cheek to her back, gently rubbing it.

“They were never one-sided conversations, I was always replying you just couldnʼt hear or see me. I did have some one-sided conversations, though. Like when youʼd be listening to my music or watching a movie and laying on my bed, moping, Iʼd be laid next to you and talk to you. I was always geeking out anyway, you know how I am about my passions.” You added and a snort escaped Astrid.

Her grip on you seemed to tighten as your voice registered in her ears. You were here, you were real.

“I know I sounded like an absolute idiot - I sounded like a broken record begging for you.” Her voice said as she buried her face into your shoulder.

“Come on, I never really left your side, Astrid. I was just hoping the entire time that what you had said about your momʼs ability being fake was real and that you'd somehow gain her ghost whispering abilities. I just wanted you to see me, hear me, feel me. Iʼve been so lonely. Sure, I hang out and laugh with you all the time but I missed actually talking to you and you bantering with me.” A frown tugged at your lips involuntarily.

“You didnʼt sound like a broken record. every word youʼd hope I had heard was beautiful - sappy - but beautiful. Gosh, you donʼt know how horrible it has been watching you cry about me and not being able to do anything about it. My ghosted body was always reaching for you but you wouldn't feel a thing. I promise you, I always held you and trying to do anything I can to get you to seem me but nothing was working.” You added as you buried your face into her shoulder, trying to get impossibly closer to her.

“Iʼm not a ghost whisperer. Don't think youʼre on the loose. I am mad at you, for the record.” Her hands balling the fabric of your shirt between her fist. She inhaled and exhaled deeply - as if your presence was the only thing keeping her grounded at the moment.

“I know, I know. I promise to make it up for the rest of my afterlife. Though, you gotta to admit, you have to believe your momʼs abilities now that you can see me. I know you said you hated the attention that your mom receives for being... Well, her. But they weren't fake after all!” You shook your head with a small laugh.

“Ghost whisperer.” You mumbled with a small smile, her hand immediately smacking you in the back of the head. Which had earned a small, ʻowʼ, from you.

“I donʼt-” She had began saying before her protest had been interrupted by a shuddering breath and a few silent tears falling from her eyes as she held onto tightly.

“I donʼt hate them.” She mumbled before sighing.

“I just-” Again, cutting herself off with a scoff. She wiped her tears as she pulled away from your embrace to scan your face with a soft smile.

“Gosh, I canʼt even remember what I was about to say. Iʼm so happy to see you and i'm a bumbling idiot and-”

“Iʼm so sorry. I've been trying everything, I swear. I even read that stupid ʻHandbook for the Recently Deceasedʼ from cover to cover many times. Only the strange and unusual could ever see me and I tried to reach for your mom but I couldn't for some reason. Slow down, we have so much to talk about.” You said as a frown tugged at your lips again. If you had a beating heart, it would have ached at Astridʼs tears. All you could find yourself doing was trying to make up for the lost time of not being able to comfort her.

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A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you enjoyed it. Should I continue writing this story? There could be multiple parts to this if you guys do enjoy this! Thank you so much for reading! Reqs and or comments, even questions, are all open on my profile! Thank you again! Also, I'd like to add that I understand that in the movie, ghosts are not permitted to leave their area of death or change their clothes. But, for the sake of this fic, let's pretend!

[bobbin-buckley]

Partners

Astrid Deetz x Masc!Fem!Reader

Summary: Astrid finds a partner to survive college and her classmates

Warnings: Some bullying, fluff, some mentions of almost dying, some spoilers from the movie, homophobia, horrible flirting, fluff at the end!

e/c: eye color

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She found herself wandering the darkened aisles of the college’s library, fingertips brushing against the spines of of each book that have been sitting there for so long some dust falls. She received an assignment regarding Shakespeare, it was basically a detention assignment due to her arguing with her teacher about some disagreements.

When reaching for the book she needed, her warm hand collided with a cold one. Turning her head to look up at the taller figure, she saw you. Now you weren’t popular or anything, but for it being a small college and town she could easily recognize you.

Astrid furred her eyebrows, politely asking you to let go. “I’ve found this book first,” she said in a stern tone.

You glanced down at her. She could notice your attractive state, you were very pretty. Astrid’s brown eyes stared into your e/c, and damn she felt like love at first sight really hit her.

Your voice cut off her trance, “It’s okay, I’m sure you need it more than me.” Your hand moved from the book and her hand, she pouted a bit at the absence of your hand against hers.

Grabbing the book still, she tilted her head slightly…examining you and your features. “Yeah, I do need it more than you. Thanks…” she paused, realizing how shitty that sounded. “Anyways, what’s your name?”

“Y/n,” you answered, “and you?” The more you looked at her the more familiar she became, I mean..yes of course she goes to the same college as you. But you don’t exactly observe the people around you, especially the quiet ones.

She bit her lip, your voice was sexy. Her grip tightened on the book, trying to stay focused. “Astrid,” she answered before asking. “Hm, you just look familiar, have we met?”

“Now that you mention your name, aren’t you the kid that keeps getting picked on by those goons right?” Well that was definitely out there, not that she took any offense to it. She was getting bullied by some of the other schoolgirls, they’d put a Halloween prop in her dorm to scare her, which never works.

“Yeah, I am. I also wish those idiots would stop it.” She sighed, not really wanting to think about them.

“I get that, well I can deal with them if you want,” you offered. She was shocked, never ever did she think anyone would be willing to protect her. Besides maybe her mom, if she was even here.

“It’s fine, really.” Astrid shook her head, she didn’t want to see your pretty face get hurt.

All you did was nod, putting your hands in the pockets of your school pants. “Well uh…just let me know. And if you need help school wise I’m happy to, Shakespeare isn’t easy.” You walked off through the aisle with a smile, disappearing when turning the corner.

Sigh

How was she going to get over you?

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She was never going to get over you.

You were just too damn sweet and perfect! She couldn’t handle the way you smile, the way your eyes beamed into hers and your voice was incredibly attractive!

Astrid wasn’t sure what she was going to do about it, she said she wasn’t going to fall in love like her mom. She didn’t want to be anything like her mom. Even if she did, she might end up getting a divorce if she does ever get married..would that happen with you?

“Ugh, this is so frustrating.” Astrid said under her breath, she’s spent at least two hours now doing all this research and shit.

Normally she does okay when doing school work, but why couldn’t she think? It was because she was thinking of you, fuck.

She took a deep breath, and began to gather her stuff. Maybe if studying with you would help make her less distracted?

Wrong. Absolutely Wrong

Astrid left her dorm, locking it and making sure those pricks won’t get in like last time and prank her. Though when she turned around and headed for the stairs, a book came skimming across the wooden floor, ironically ending up right under her foot causing her to slip and trip down the stairs.

She gasped, her book bag flew down with her. She expected to hit the ground and be dead, but she felt warm arms around her, preventing her from dying.

“Hey you okay?” Astrid looked up, seeing how it was some guy who caught her. She wasn’t sure why, and she was disappointed for some reason.

“Uh..yeah I’m fine,” she backed up from the guy and brushed off her skirt. Then the uproarious sounds of laughter were heard from behind her up the stairs where she slipped. It was the girls that harassed her, they were laughing with tears in their eyes.

Astrid rolled her eyes, a flash of red flashing over her cheeks in embarrassment. She looked back up at the guy.

“How’s your leg? You slipped pretty hard,” he held her hips..for some reason trying to get closer to her.

Astrid backed up again, bending down to pick up all her stuff as he tried to help. “I said I’m fine, thanks.” She said a bit more aggressive, she wasn’t mad at him..just at those girls.

“Well uh..” he started again.

God can’t he shut the fuck up?

“Uhm…I’m Nick. I’m in your literature class.” He said, thinking she’d just know who he was. When really she didn’t. “I was your partner for the Shakespeare project.”

“Shit.” She said out loud, making the oblivious boy furrow his eyebrows. She forgot she had a partner, she just left class early to cool off from being stressed, she never heard who her partner was.

“Right…yeah sorry. Uhm..” “No it’s alright you forgot, I actually came to ask you if you wanted to go study in the library?”

Why did he have to ask that?!

“Oh sure, yeah I guess,” dumbass. Astrid thought, fuck she was screwed..she wanted to study with you!

“Great!” He exclaimed, “let’s get going cause I’ve got a club to meet with later.” He smiled, leading her to the library and she followed him anxiously. She totally forgot about the girls and their prank.

Astrid sat across from Nick, though after every few minutes he’d scoot his chair closer. It made her uncomfortable. She didn’t want to be rude and leave, she already said yes to studying with him. But you…

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Walking through the library, your books in your arms. Now the head over heels girl you are, you studied Shakespeare for Astrid. Even if she didn’t agree to study with you yet…you still wanted to be nice.

When passing through the library, you could hear a familiar voice faint from across the library. You peaked around the corner of an aisle of books, seeing Astrid with a guy!?

“The fuck..?” You muttered to yourself, why was she studying with a guy? I mean sure..cool I guess, but you offered..and why did she decide to go with him instead? You’re definitely smarter than him. (Since you are in your favorite class with him and he has no idea what’s going on)

Jealously floods through your body, hands clenched in fists and clenching the books. You wanted to beat the guy with your books and take Astrid to your dorm.

But she didn’t say yes. So that’s her decision, not yours to make.

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While deep in thought of studying, Astrid caught a glimpse of you staring at her and and Nick. You left quickly and she sat up.

“Whoa, you good pretty girl?” Nick asked in a flirty way, bothered the hell out of her.

“No..I’m not.” She huffed, unsure if she should chase after you or not.

Nick bit his lip, “well..maybe uh, taking this studying date behind closed doors might cheer you up?”

Astrid’s eyes went wide at his words, the forceful feeling of gagging escaped her. She turned to looks at him from the library doors.

“Excuse me what? No thank you, and this ain’t a fucking date weirdo.” Astrid stood up quickly, gathering her things. Nick shot up from his chair, damn he was desperate.

“W-wait no, hey I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. How about uh..flowers? Would that suffice?” His dumbass tried to convince, but none of his ‘charm’ was getting to Astrid.

“No. End of story, I’ve got a different study date to catch.” Literally

Astrid took off, speeding walking out of the library and left him behind dumbfounded in the library. She had no idea where you could have gone, she wandered the halls aimlessly.

“Oh is the dyke looking for her girlfriend? She ran off to her dorm with tears in her eyes, you know it’s hard to break Y/n.” Astrid heard the snitch say, she turned to face her and sighed.

“Just shut up Kayla. I don’t need you on my ass right now,” Astrid scoffed and walked off to find you.

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She spent about an hour looking for you, she eventually found you outside in the rain by the garden. A common place for those who are stressed or sad to hangout at.

“Y/n?” You turned your head when you heard her voice. She looked pretty as ever under the rain, and so did you. You turned away again, not sure what to say but still be upset. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She stepped closer to you, sitting down next to you.

“Sorry, I was just shocked when I saw you with…that guy,” you tried not to sound jealous. But regardless of what you say it sounded like it. “It’s..it’s not that I’m jealous. I just really wanted to be the person to study with you.”

Astrid blushed at your words, her heart feeling touched by your words. “Sounds like your jealous to me..but I won’t tease you.” She chuckled, smiling up at you. “Besides, it was cute of you to come find me and ask again.”

Your own cheeks flared up, it was the first time someone’s ever made you flustered. “Thanks Astrid, if you want to we can still study?” She smiled, meaning yes. “Oh! And uh..might be a little too much but I already did some studying for you..to see maybe what you could be struggling with.”

She watched you pull out some notes, which were kinda ruined from the rain. “Well…” ��it’s okay..we can start over if you want.” Astrid stopped you, placing a hand on yours.

Your eyes shifted to hers, then her lips. “I’d love to start over.”

HAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAH CLIFFHANGER

actually nvm I won’t do that to y’all

Astrid pressed her lips against yours, not hesitating to do it. You were glad she did, you were too damn nervous to get any closer. Her hands grasped around your neck, while yours let go of the already damp papers onto her waist. The notes began to dampen even more from falling into a puddle.

From now on your promise to always study with her and keep her from dumbasses like Nick.

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A/n: Rushed bc I felt bad for not posting anything in awhile

My first time writing Astrid too

And idk who the jerks in the movies names were so Kayla was something that popped into my head

Also not all the way spelled checked bc my brain hurts from homework

[poisonlove]

The Ghost of halloween p.2 | A.D

Pairing: Astrid X reader

Astrid pov's

"Is it this way?" my mother asks with a small smile on her lips.

I nod without answering, pressing my lips together and turning my head toward the window.

I didn’t want her to see how uncomfortable I felt. We had argued again, and as always, she had decided that moving was the only solution. Panicking, I had told her I had a date today.

"It's really nice here," Lydia Deetz says, looking at the neighborhood decorated for Halloween: gardens filled with decorations, skeletons hanging from trees, and people in costumes getting ready to celebrate.

When we arrive in front of the house, her eyes land on a lit window.

"Oh... it's a girl," my mother exclaims in surprise.

"Mom..." I whisper, feeling my cheeks flush.

"She's very cute," she adds with a mischievous smile, giving me a sidelong glance. I feel my face heat up even more.

"Okay, bye," I finally say, my voice tense, as I open the door.

"I’ll pick you up at 10. Have fun, sweetheart!" she calls out, her voice happier than ever. I shut the door with a loud thud, the sound of my mother’s car driving away echoing.

I sigh and close my eyes for a moment, clutching the bag full of candy and snacks. Then, with hesitant steps, I head toward the porch of the house.

I raise my hand and knock on the door.

I waited nervously for the door to open, my heart pounding in my chest. When I finally see Y/n, a smile spreads across my face. I’m wearing a long, puffy dress in a pale gray, as if it had been corroded by radiation, perfectly embodying Marie Curie. The high collar and puffy sleeves give me an elegant yet eerie appearance.

Y/n looks me up and down, and her smile widens. "You look beautiful," she says, her eyes shining. She was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

I feel my face heat up, blushing fiercely. "I'm Marie Curie," I say, trying to mask my embarrassment. I’m not sure if she got my reference.

"The scientist who died from radiation, I know." Y/n’s response surprises me.

I smile, incredulous and happy, as the tension in me melts away.

"Is that bag?" Y/n asks curiously, leaning slightly toward me.

"I thought we could eat some junk food and watch some movies... You know... it’s Halloween," I say timidly, feeling my cheeks flush.

Y/n smiles, and her enthusiasm encourages me. "Sounds like a great idea, come in."

I enter, glancing around curiously, immediately noticing a strange but oddly comforting silence.

"How come there’s no one here?" I ask curiously, following Y/n upstairs.

"Oh, my parents aren’t home," she says simply, guiding me to her room.

Once inside, I look around, noticing the 90s posters and details that make the room feel so cozy. "What movie do you want to watch?" Y/n asks, approaching the shelf of films. My eyes land on a book on the table: The Handbook for the Recently Deceased. I smile amused. "What a strange book," I comment.

"I found it at a stall," Y/n replies distractedly.

As she scans the titles, I feel a mix of anxiety and excitement. "Maybe something horror?" I suggest, a shy smile on my face.

"Perfect," she says, but then slowly moves closer.

Our hands brush, and in an instant, she leans in and kisses me. Her cold lips against mine are unexpected, but I feel a warm explosion of emotions. When I open my eyes, a smile spreads across my face, but right after, I realize we’re floating. The joy vanishes, replaced by a grimace of terror.

I quickly pull away from her, the disappointment clear in her eyes.

"Are you a ghost?" I say in disbelief. Are my mom’s crazy ideas real?

She nods, and my heart races.

"Why didn’t you tell me? How did you die?" I ask, incredulous but curious.

Y/n sighs, her face growing serious.

"I didn’t want to scare you, I haven’t had a decent conversation in years... And it was my father... After he killed his partner with an axe, he finished me off too, his only daughter. Then he died from poisoning." She slowly lifts her shirt, revealing a deep cut on her stomach.

The sight of that mark makes my blood run cold. I can’t believe what she’s saying, yet I can’t look away.

"Why did you lie to me?" I ask, my voice strangely calm despite the turmoil I feel inside.

Y/n scratches her head, her face turning a little red with embarrassment. "I told you, I wanted company... and I also wanted to surprise you," she finally confesses, her shyness evident in her tone.

I raise an eyebrow, confused. "A surprise?" I repeat, trying to understand where she’s going with this.

"I know we only met yesterday, but... you’re a good person, Astrid. And I... wanted to help you see your father," she murmurs, her voice fading as if it was hard to admit.

My eyes widen, taken aback by her words. "Is it possible?" I ask, the emotion clinging to my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Y/n nods, serious, and a part of me, the part that never stopped hoping, starts to believe it’s true.

An unexpected joy bursts inside me. Before I can stop myself, I approach and hug her tightly, but the moment my arms touch her, her body passes through mine as if made of smoke. The sensation leaves me stunned: cold and insubstantial, yet with a certain warmth, a distant echo of humanity.

"Sorry," I mutter embarrassed, while she laughs softly, not making a big deal out of it.

Without saying a word, Y/n steps away and heads toward a corner of the room. She bends down and picks up a small white object, lifting it toward me with a knowing smile. "A piece of chalk?" I ask, squinting in confusion, but without taking my eyes off her ethereal figure.

She nods and, with precise movements, draws a door on the wall of her room. When she finishes, she stands next to me, looking at the drawing with a strange satisfaction. The drawing almost seems to pulse with life, as if an unknown force was stirring behind that simple figure.

"It’s the door to the other world," she says with a small smile, her tone light as if she were talking about something trivial.

I feel my heart race in my chest. "And what am I supposed to do?" I ask, even more confused, staring at the drawing with evident skepticism.

"Knock," she says calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Hesitantly, I approach the drawn door, my hand trembling slightly. I knock, feeling ridiculous. Who knocks on a drawing? But a moment later, a dull sound echoes beyond the wall, and before I can react, the drawing comes to life. The door creaks open with a chilling sound, revealing a passage that emits thick, glowing smoke. A cold breeze wraps around me, along with a spectral light, like that of an old neon sign.

I stand still, my mouth open in amazement. In front of me unfolds the world of the dead. It’s exactly as I imagined: chaotic, grotesque, yet strangely fascinating. The walls seem to be made of a material never seen before, a mix of rotting flesh and crumbling concrete, covered with drawings and graffiti that shift shape before my eyes. Indistinct shadows move at the edge of my vision, as if the world itself was breathing. The sky above us isn’t a real sky: it’s an endless ceiling of greenish mist, studded with metallic pipes and flickering light bulbs.

In the distance, I hear the hum of old fans and the sound of distorted laughter, like an echo from a forgotten cabaret. Creatures of all shapes wander in what seems to be a surreal public office, each with a more bizarre appearance than the last: some have gigantic heads, others are reduced to walking skeletons, and still others seem to melt into goo. The world feels like a collage of forgotten things and distorted memories, a mix of the surreal and the macabre.

"Welcome," Y/n whispers beside me.

I turn to her, still in disbelief, but my heart is pounding, full of a hope I can’t suppress. Maybe, in that chaotic madness, I’ll finally get to see my father.

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As we walk through the world of the dead, my head spins as I try to catch every detail, but everything is so surreal that it feels like being trapped in a nightmare. The gray and decaying offices are populated by grotesque figures moving with indifference. Faceless shadows wander the hallways, and distorted laughter continues in the distance.

"It's... strange," I whisper, my voice tense, "This place... how can it exist?"

Y/n glances at me, but before she can answer, a chilling sound fills the air. A shrill, metallic alarm starts echoing everywhere.

"ALERT! UNAUTHORIZED HUMAN PRESENCE!" A robotic and sinister voice booms through the walls.

Y/n’s eyes widen, her face pale. "Oh no... the human alarm!"

"W-what?" I stammer, but before I can grasp what’s happening, Y/n grabs my wrist, pulling me forcefully.

"We have to go! Now!" she yells, starting to run towards the exit. The creatures around us freeze, some turning with ravenous eyes, others beginning to move towards us with eerie slowness.

We race through the hallways like two shadows, our footsteps echoing as the sound of the alarm grows louder. The lights flicker, and I can hear the frantic pounding of my heart in my ears. Every corner seems to distort, making it hard to tell which way is out.

We turn a corner down a long corridor and stop abruptly. In front of us are two familiar figures. One is my mother, Lydia, with her unmistakable black bob and stern look. But the figure next to her leaves me breathless: a man with messy hair and a black and white striped suit, with a mischievous and cocky expression. Beetlejuice.

"Y/n?" says Beetlejuice, his eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing here, kid?"

Y/n grits her teeth, her voice a tense whisper. "Dad..."

I feel a lump forming in my throat as my mother and I turn to each other, both of us with mouths agape in shock.

"Dad?" I repeat incredulously, my eyes wide as I look at Y/n.

Lydia doesn’t have time for questions. She grabs both of us by the arms. "We have to go, now!" she shouts, and we start running, with Y/n still pulling me even harder.

Behind us, the alarm continues to blare, and the footsteps of the authorities from the world of the dead begin to echo closer. Beetlejuice lags behind, chuckling as if this were all a game to him.

We run towards a door, but when Lydia flings it open, instead of finding a way out, we fall into the void, tumbling into scorching sand. I hit the ground hard, raising a cloud of dust, coughing from the impact.

"No... no, no, no!" Lydia screams, scrambling to her feet. "We’re in the sandworm desert!"

I struggle to stand, but panic takes over when I see the ground shaking beneath us. In the distance, the giant sandworm emerges from the dune, speeding towards us at a terrifying pace. Its long, scaly body slithers through the sand like a dark shadow.

Y/n grabs my hand and starts running, dragging me along with her. "Come on! We can't stop!"

Lydia follows close behind, her face twisted in fear, but the worm is too fast. I can feel it getting closer, its gaping mouth emitting a piercing scream, ready to devour us.

"It's too close!" I cry, my breath short, but just then, a miracle happens.

From the sky, a door of light suddenly opens above us, and a hand reaches out from nowhere, grabbing each of us. First Y/n, then me, and finally Lydia. With a yank, it pulls us up, taking us away just as the worm opens its jaws beneath us.

The world flips for a moment until we find ourselves on a cold floor, safe. I gasp for air, trying to catch my breath, as Y/n looks at me with concern.

"W-we made it..." Y/n murmurs, still in disbelief.

I look up and see my father watching me with pride. His skin is greenish, with some fish stuck in his hair, but he's smiling all the same.

My eyes fill with tears. "Dad..." I murmur before throwing myself into his arms. "Sweetheart..." he whispers, hugging me tightly. I pull away with a smile I can't hold back.

"I saw Lydia and decided to follow you... But what are you wearing, sweetheart? You look like Marie Curie!" he says with an amused grin, glancing at me. I giggle and nod.

Then, his gaze shifts beyond me, and I notice Lydia approaching. My father smiles at her, reaching out an arm. "Lydia, come here," he says warmly. he embraces her without hesitation. "I miss you ," he whispers, his voice full of affection and gratitude.

Lydia smiles shyly as she returns the hug.

"I miss you too " she replies softly, her voice breaking with emotion.

They separate, and my father turns back to us. "You have to go," he says suddenly, his tone serious.

He puts an arm around my waist and takes my mother’s hand with the other. "You have to go. Now," he repeats urgently, pulling us toward a staircase that seems to materialize out of nowhere.

"I love you, Dad," I say, tears filling my eyes.

"I love you too," he replies, his gaze veiled with tears and a bittersweet smile on his lips before he slowly vanishes.

My mother starts climbing the stairs, but I stay behind, waiting for Y/n.

"Go," she suddenly says, with sadness in her voice.

"Come with me," I say, confused, my heart pounding.

"I don’t know, Astrid... I’m tired of wandering. Maybe my place is here," she replies, her voice trembling.

My heart stops for a moment.

"Don’t be silly, we’ll find a solution," I say, a lump in my throat, and my chest aching.

She shakes her head, resolute.

I feel a sharp pain in my chest, but I move closer to her and grab her hands. Her touch is cold, almost as if there’s nothing to hold onto, but I don’t let go. "I need you. I... I want you," I confess, my cheeks flushing red.

"Astrid..." she murmurs.

"We’ll figure it out, okay? But I need you," I repeat, with all the sincerity I can muster. Y/n looks at me for a few seconds, then sighs and slowly nods.

My face lights up in a huge smile.

Y/n Pov's

Days later, the light of the sunset fills my old room with a warm, orange hue. Everything seems so normal, yet the tension in the air is palpable. Astrid and I sit on the floor, surrounded by lit candles, while her mother draws a complicated circle of runes on the wooden floor. It seems absurd to think that it's really possible, that I can come back to life. And yet, here we are.

The book her mother holds is ancient, its pages worn and yellowed with age. The runes and symbols I see seem to pulse with their own energy, as if the text is more than just paper and ink.

Astrid is close to me, sitting by my side, her gaze serious but kind, just as it always is when she wants to show me that everything will be okay. She was the one who insisted on finding a solution, and when her mother discovered this ancient ritual, she didn’t hesitate. The thought of coming back to life fills me with hope, but also fear. It’s like jumping into the unknown.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, searching her eyes.

She looks at me without hesitation. “There’s nothing I want more in the world.” Her hand finds mine, warm and reassuring. “I want you here, with me.”

Her mother finishes drawing the circle with white chalk and stands slowly, her gaze focused and attentive. “This is the Rite of Essence Binding,” she says, her voice firm but carrying a gravity I can't ignore. “An ancient practice that binds the soul to the body. But it’s a delicate process. Y/n, you’re suspended between two worlds. This rite will bring your essence back to the living world.”

Her words make my throat tighten. I know something big, something irreversible is about to happen. I feel Astrid squeeze my hand tighter, and I look at her, finding all the courage I need in her.

“Step into the circle,” her mother orders calmly.

Astrid and I stand and position ourselves in the center of the rune drawing. The floor beneath our feet seems to vibrate slightly, as if the ritual had already begun just with our presence. Her mother begins to mutter ancient words that echo in the room as if carried by an invisible wind. The runes drawn on the floor start to glow with a deep, pulsing blue light, and the air becomes thick, charged with energy.

“During the rite, your soul will try to reconnect with your body, but it might face resistance,” her mother explains, not stopping the incantation. “Astrid, you must be her anchor. The bond between you is what will allow the rite to work.”

Astrid never lets go of my hand, and I can feel her strength flowing into me. Every word spoken by her mother pulls me in a different direction, as if my being is divided between the world of the living and the dead. Then, the pain begins.

It’s a deep pain, starting in my chest and expanding into every cell of my body. I feel like I’m being torn in two, as if something is trying to pull me away from reality. But I don’t let go. I hold onto Astrid’s hand with all the strength I have.

The runes beneath our feet shine brighter, the blue light rising like flames around us. I feel my heart beating in my chest, strong and fast. It’s a real, tangible heartbeat. My essence is returning.

“Don’t let go of me,” Astrid whispers, her voice broken with emotion.

“I won’t,” I manage to reply, as the pain intensifies even more, becoming unbearable.

Her mother’s words grow louder, faster. The energy in the room is almost suffocating, and everything builds to a climax. I feel immense pressure, like the entire world is crushing my body, but then, suddenly, the pain shatters, leaving only peace.

The runes glow for one last moment, then the light fades, and with it, silence envelops the room.

I breathe. My chest rises and falls regularly. I feel my heart beating, I feel the blood coursing through my veins. My body is alive.

I look at my hands, incredulous. They’re warm. Truly warm.

“You’re here… You’re back,” Astrid murmurs, her voice filled with emotion.

Her arms wrap around me in a tight embrace, and I return it, finally feeling the warmth of her body against mine. Her hand strokes my back, and I know that, this time, I’m really here.

Her mother closes the book and sighs deeply. “It’s done,” she says, with a small, tired smile. “Y/n, you’re alive.”

All I can do is smile, in disbelief, as I hold onto Astrid, feeling my heart beating strong against hers. I’m no longer a shadow, a memory. I’m real. I’ve come back. And with her, I feel like I can face anything.

"Astrid..." I whisper, my voice trembling but full of emotion. I can’t say more because she suddenly moves closer, her eyes shining with something I’d never seen before. Before I can even realize it, her lips are on mine.

The kiss is sweet, intense, full of everything we’ve felt during those days of waiting and hoping. I feel her warmth, her life melding with mine, and for the first time in a long time, I feel whole. The world around us seems to disappear: it's just the two of us, in that moment.

When we pull apart, her eyes find mine, full of a joy that manages to warm me from within. She smiles at me, and I can’t help but smile back, even though a small corner of uncertainty still lingers inside me.

“You’re back,” she murmurs, as if afraid I might disappear again.

“Yes,” I reply, still in disbelief. “Thanks to you.”

I take a deep breath and decide to stand up, to take a step forward, to feel the floor beneath my feet again. But as soon as I try to move, my body seems to give way. My legs tremble, weak and unsteady, and the whole world seems to sway around me. Before I can process it, I’m falling forward, my knees giving out beneath me.

Astrid grabs my waist just in time, holding me in her arms. My heart races, not just from the panic of losing my balance. "Hey, take it easy," she says softly, rubbing my back to reassure me. "You have to get used to it again. It’s not easy coming back to normal."

“I didn’t think... walking would be so hard,” I say, trying to laugh but feeling the embarrassment take over. I look at my legs, still trembling slightly, as if they aren’t responding to my commands.

Astrid helps me sit down again, her touch always gentle but firm. “It’s normal, it’ll take time. You have to get used to being alive again,” she says, smiling at me like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Her mother approaches with an understanding expression. “Your body has gone through a shock, Y/n. Even though your soul is back, you have to give your body time to readjust. Move slowly, one step at a time.”

I nod slowly, feeling the weight of those words. Astrid is still beside me, her arm around my waist, ready to support me at any moment.

“I’m here,” she says softly, stroking my face. “I’m not letting go.”

I take a deep breath, and even though my legs are weak, I know that with her by my side, I can do this. I lift my gaze and meet her eyes. "One step at a time," I repeat, squeezing her hand. "Together."

Astrid smiles again, and in that moment, I feel like I can conquer the world.

[beetlejuice-e]

DEALER — ELLIE WILLIAMS ͏ 🚸 𖥨᩠ׄ݁🌘

pairing — toxic! ellie x reader

synopsis — ellie can’t seem to leave you alone reaching out to you months later after no contact

warnings — manipulation,, fed up reader,, micro cheating,, gaslighting,, stupid reader,, mentions of stalking,, crazy ellie. suggestive content.

authors note — @mousymaven requested this awhile ago and i’m just now getting to it hope you enjoy! first time actually writing a whole drabble and not just text posts

word count — 2.3k

lower case intended!

— ellie did not leave. in fact she would stay at your house all night if she had too. she was going to see you one way or another.

you felt a wave of anger wash over you, why was she doing this after all that time. it had been a little over 3 years since you’ve left ellie to basically rot. you were done with her for good and she knew that.

things didn’t end well between you two, obviously. ellie put up more of a fight than you did but it didn’t work. there wasn’t anymore fight left in you. the woman did more damage than she imagined, she physically and mentally drained you of what you had left.

sure your relationship was great and you loved her dearly but she didn’t. she was never any of those things to you. she was never loving or caring. all she cared about was dealing and getting high. missing out on date nights and anniversaries just to make a couple of dollars she wouldn’t even think about sending on you and when mentioning it to her she’d say “i’ll get you something next time.” whenever next time came around it was the same answer. you were sick of it.

it was the middle of your shift when you got the text from the unknown number who turned out to be ellie and honestly it made you sick to your stomach. you were at the happiest point in your life and she ruined it just like that. you managed to finish all of your work before you went home to kill ellie.

not understanding her motive and why she was doing all of this. you lied about calling the cops just to see if she would go away which she didn’t. still stubborn after so long, she wasn’t happy you moved on. that would be HER and not some other woman.

ellie managed to make her way inside your home, it was different from the last apartment the one you both lived in together. way more security and locks on it. she liked that you were scared of her now. it gave her a sense of power.

nothing changed about the way you lived. every thing had to be cleaned up and organized just the way you wanted. that drove her crazy when the two of you were still together. she couldn’t let go of you. she couldn’t you were everything she needed and deserved in a relationship.

you’d be home any minute and she couldn’t risk being seen first thing when you called in she wanted it to be a surprise. after a few minutes of walking around she found your bedroom which looked pretty cute. it seemed like you got rid of all of the stuff that reminded you of her which made her upset. picking up a few of the items on your dresser like a picture of you and your new girlfriend disgusted her, she still respected you a lot so she didn’t throw it away like she wanted too. she searched through your clothes all of her favorite things she liked on you still in your wardrobe. out of the corner of her eye she saw a bottle of perfume that looked all too familiar and this stopped her in her tracks. dropping the piece of clothing out of her hand she basically flew over to the dresser and picked up the bottle. rose milano her favorite scent on you out of all of the perfumes you own. she could feel herself getting more and more excited about seeing you. spraying on a few spritz of the perfume she set it back in the exact spot so you could suspect anything.

meanwhile…

after some debating with yourself in your head you made the decision to go home, hoping and praying on the way that ellie lied about being at your house. it was about a 20 minute drive to get home and the whole time you were filling up with anxiety. you didn’t know if you could face ellie especially not after all she’s put you through.

you were now on the road to your house and from the looks of it there seemed to be no sign of ellie being there. a sigh of relief escaped from your mouth as you parked your car in the driveway. you took your nice little time to grab your bags out of the car while ellie hide somewhere off into your closet.

it took you awhile to lug all of your bags out of the car and into your house so ellie was getting a bit impatient. before you unlocked the door she managed to make it in the living room so you could see her first thing when you walked in. screw the hiding she wanted to see you right away. turning the key in the door you stepped inside. ellie could feel herself getting more and more excited as you stepped into the doorway.

usually all of the lights in the house are off before you leave so you didn't think anything of it when you say most of the nights on when you stepped inside. out of the corner of your eye you saw a figure sitting on your couch. ellie. letting out a blood curdling scream you tossed what you had in your hands at her, you were sure the entire neighborhood heard you scream that's how loud it was. all ellie did was laugh, she found this funny. the look on your face was priceless, obviously you didn't believe she'd be here and here she was...in your house looking way too hot.

"why are you in my house?" you asked through gritted teeth, this only caused ellie to roll her eyes. why are you acting confused? she said she would be at your house. 'you didn't miss me baby?" she asked pushing the bag to the side and standing up from the couch and making her way over to you. she was now towering over you, feeling her breathe on your face. the smell of mint fresh gum and the only strand of weed she smoke indica.

"no i didn't miss you get out of my house or i'm calling the cops" you spoke to her so harshly it actually hurt her feelings. pushing past her you went off into your roman basically barricaded yourself inside. you couldn’t face her, not now. seeing her made you feel sick.

ellie couldn’t believe this, you were being so dramatic.

she followed after you once you ran away and leaned against the door being able to hear your loud breathing by putting her ear to the door. it made her think of something else.

“baby please open the door i wanna see you.”

“i don’t go away ellie!” you screamed once again. “why the fuck would you show up to my house when i told you not too? do you have horrible comprehension skills or something.”

“i wanted to see you why is that so hard for you understand? just open the door for me please?” she asked softly and this caused you to cave. you hesitated before opening the door to see ellie with a big ass grin on her face.

“don’t make me regret this.” you rolled you eyes and went towards your bedside getting your bags down on the bed.

“you won’t i swear.” ellie shook her head and watched as you walked over to your bed. over the course of 2 years she would tell you were eating your rice and cabbage because my god. it wasn’t her goal to come over and win you over but man was she considering it now. she stayed quiet while you unpacked you things and just watched you.

once she was sure you were finished she sat down on the bed and pulled you down to sit on her lap. “i missed you so much y/n.” she spoke rubbing your upper arm with her thumb. she stared for a good while and it kinda creeped you out. as much as you hated her you couldn’t deny how good she looked.

“i can’t believe you’ve been letting like bitch have what’s mine you should be reallyyyyy ashamed of yourself you know that right?” she asked landing a firm smack on your ass.

“i’m not agreeing with you if that’s what you think.” you spoke getting up from her lap before she forced you back onto it. “ellie can you stop im trying to get in the shower.”

“you can shower later, let’s smoke.” she said gently pushing you off of her lap so she could get up. standing up she went over near your closet and found the blunts she dropped while hiding in your closet. “dropped these while i was hiding oops.”

you stared at her blankly and shook her head. “i don’t like you.” you said heading over to your closet and pushing her out of the way. you found some clothes to change into since you didn’t wanna smoke in your work clothes.

“wanna try this new strand i made?” ellie asked basically ignoring you as she plopped back down onto the bed. fumbling around her carabiner she took the lighter off of it and lit the blunt. taking a hit she watched as you slipped out of your work clothes. it was like you were doing these things on purpose. it was like you didn’t want her to leave.

“do you walk around the house like that when she’s here?” she asked patting her lap so you could sit down on it again. “well it’s my house so yes why?”“don’t.” she spoke blowing the smoke from her mouth. “don’t what?” you asked pulling the bonnet over your hair. “don’t walk around like that when she’s here.” she laughed in her face and sat down on the bed beside her. “you sounds ridiculous…it’s my house ellie i can do what i want, she’s my girlfriend she likes it.”

ellie groaned. she didn’t like that you moved on. “why do you call her that?”ellie groaned. she didn’t like that you moved on. “why do you call her that?” she asked. “my girlfriend? because that’s what she is, i think you need to stop smoking seriously it’s making you dumb.” you said grabbing the blunt away from her and taking a hit for yourself. it was a lot stronger than you remember so you went into a coughing fit.

it’s not like she’s going to be for long.” this made you get yourself together because what did she mean by that. “what do you mean by that?” you asked leaning over to grab your phone from the dresser. “she’s not gonna be your girlfriend for long because i’m here obviously. you don’t really live here you’re just using her to heal from me duhhh.” you shook your head at this statement because it was far from the truth. you were over ellie. you’ve been over ellie for awhile now and you were sure she was just saying this to get in your head which was working.

“everything you say is bullshit did you know that?” ellie smacked her teeth. “it’s not bullshit if you know it’s true. you don’t love her, you’ll always run back to me and you know that so why not just leave her?”“why would i leave her? she’s not like you ellie she actually treats me right” you sighed and took another hit from the blunt. you knew ellie was right but would never admit that she would take that and try to use it against you anytime she could. “i treated you good, that’s a damn lie.” you rolled your eyes at this because that was a lie and she knew that. “right…”

“look i didn’t come over here to talk to you about that. now can you come here why are you all the way over there? are you scared of me or something?” she asked inching closer and closer to you. you didn’t know if it was the weed but she really made you feel some time of way. she was addicting.

“why would i be scared of you ellie? you aren’t that threatening..” you shook your head and moved away from her just to see how she’d react. she huffed and gripped onto your thigh pulling you closer to her. grabbing the blunt from your hand she put it out and set it on the dresser. now hovering over you she leaned down so she was now in your face.

“ok so what’s up the i don’t care attitude then?” she asked. now breathing on your face. you knew not to look at her because you’d fold. grabbing your face she made you look at her. “i asked you a question answer it.”

“maybe i just don’t care, have you thought about that?” you asked staring up at her. “can you not be a smart ass right now?” she rolled her eyes and rubbed on your cheeks. “you look so cute like this.”

groaning you pushed her off of you. she was being ridiculous and she knew that. “dude get out of my house you’re annoying.” she laughed at this because she knew you liked it just but the way you were looking at her. “don’t be like that. i’m sorry i swear.” she said still laughing at you. she hovered over you once again and placed soft kisses on your lips, she stopped after the 7th kiss and looked down at you. “see im sorry do you forgive me?”

you had to shake your head to pretend like that didn’t happen. you had a girlfriend you loved dearly but ellie kissing you made you miss this. you missed the feeling you had when you were with her. your girlfriend didn’t give you the feeling ellie did. the adrenaline. the guilt. it was wrong. you knew that but you always. always. found your way back to ellie.

sighing you sat up and ran your hands down your face. “yes i forgive you, ellie” you smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

tags — @beforeimdeceased @abbysvictim

[idkdudethisisntpermanent]

Wednesday drinks a love potion?…now what?

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[leo-bj-sof-mw-fan]

A Kind of Heart

BEETLEJUICE X READER!!

You sat on the edge of your bed, the dim light of your lamp casting eerie shadows on the walls. The day had been overwhelming—too many stressful encounters, responsibilities piling up like a mountain of unwanted paperwork, and feelings of isolation creeping in like the dark corners of your room. Tears streamed down your face, matching the ghostly atmosphere that surrounded you.

Suddenly, the familiar *whoosh* of a portal opened, and with a loud crash, Beetlejuice tumbled into your room, arms flailing and a wild grin plastered across his face. "Hey there, sad sack! What's got your ectoplasm in a twist?" he exclaimed, the chaotic energy radiating off him.

You looked up, sniffling as you wiped away your tears. "Not now, Beetlejuice. I just... need some time alone."

He plopped down beside you, the mattress creaking under his weight. "Aw, don’t be like that! I’m here to brighten your day!" He reached into his signature striped suit and pulled out a rubber chicken, squawking it obnoxiously.

The ridiculousness of it all only made your emotions surge higher. "Beetlejuice!" you cried, frustration leaking into your voice. "This is not helping!"

His eyes widened for a moment, then he laughed, the sound echoing through the room. “Oh, come on! Lighten up! It’s just a little clownery!”

With a deep breath, you felt the pressure build within you, and before you knew it, a fresh wave of sobs escaped. Beetlejuice's laughter faltered, realizing he had crossed a line. “Whoa, whoa! Easy there, buddy. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.”

As your tears intensified, Beetlejuice fidgeted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Okay, okay! So maybe the rubber chicken wasn’t the best idea. Let’s talk about it instead?”

But you were too far gone, shoulders shaking, feeling utterly defeated. Beetlejuice's playful demeanor shifted; he looked at you with surprising concern. “Hey, I didn’t mean to make things worse,” he said softly, his voice dropping to a gentler tone. “I’ll—I’ll be right back.”

He stumbled back through his portal, leaving you alone in your room, the silence enveloping you once more.

***

A few hours passed like a blur of emotional waves, but eventually, you heard the *whoosh* again. This time, a different kind of energy filled the room. You looked up, surprised to see Beetlejuice back, this time holding an assortment of items in his arms.

“I’m back, and I brought gifts!” he declared dramatically, his grin wide, but there was a sincerity in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.

He carefully set down a collection of strange trinkets: a glowing crystal that swirled with colors, a vintage comic book that you loved, and a plush toy—a goofy ghost with a big smile. “I thought these might cheer you up,” he explained, scratching his head. “I know I can be a real jerk sometimes, but I didn’t mean to upset you. You’re... well, you’re important to me.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You’d hardly ever seen this side of him. “You actually thought of me?”

“Of course! I mean, who else would get my crazy humor if not you?” He chuckled, leaning closer. “Look, I know I can be a handful, but I just want to be your friend, alright? Friends don’t let friends cry alone.”

You felt a warmth spread in your chest as you took the items from him. “Thank you, Beetlejuice. This really means a lot.”

“Don’t mention it! Now—” He leaned in, grinning mischievously, “How about we put on a little show? I can summon some bats, throw in a little ghostly magic, and boom! Instant mood lift!”

You chuckled, wiping away the remnants of your tears. “Sounds better than rubber chickens.”

“Exactly! Now sit tight, watch this!” And with a flick of his wrist, he summoned a swirling mass of bats that filled the room, a cacophony of flapping wings and laughter erupting from both of you.

As the last bat fluttered away, you realized that perhaps Beetlejuice wasn’t so bad after all. After all, even in the strangest of circumstances, true friends will find a way to make each other smile again.

And just like that, amid the chaos of the Netherworld, you felt lighter, ready to embrace whatever bizarre adventure awaited…

[monsterbeetlebug]

A quick turn of events, Part 6

Fem reader, some fluff, some angst, slight tension.

Tw: sexual tension, anger, slight violence, alcohol.

Part 5 <-

Hands off!

Two weeks has flown by like nothing. Y/n could've never imagined herself living such a lavish life, but here she is. In this huge mansion, living under the same roof as Lorenzo and his clones. Living in luxury. Being spoiled like a princess.

Sitting in the winter garden infront of a canvas she dreamed the time away as she painted. Inspired by the beautiful garden and the small creatures living there. She listened to soft music as she let the colours come to life with every brush stroke. Humming to the music in her own little bubble. She felt so at peace.

Lorenzo had been watching her from the top of the spiral staircase for a while. Leaning on the railing. He sighed quietly in content to himself. He hadn't changed out of his morning robe yet. It was still relatively early in the day. A soft flick of the wrist and he had a coffeecup in his hand. Warm and rich. He took a sip before he made his way down the stairs and towards Y/n. He could see how far away in her thoughts she was. As he gently put a hand on her shoulder he could feel her jump a little as her bubble burst. She didn't expect him to just appear next to her. His rough morning voice breaking their silence.

"So this is where you've been hiding all morning."

He took another sip from his coffee. With a smile she looked up at him and nodded. His dark beautiful eyes, the wild unruly hair and his morning stubble. He managed to look so effortlessly handsome. She got butterflies in her belly and felt so lucky that someone like him wanted her. Lorenzo couldn't help but give her a soft smile back. He ruffled her hair.

"Pretty girl."

A few minutes went buy before Antonio came walking in. He looked more serious than usual. He went straight up to Lorenzo. Y/n could see them talking, but why couldn't she hear them properly? They weren't even standing far away. She guessed it was some demon thing Lorenzo could do. She continued painting for a while as they conversed. Antonio informed Lorenzo about an important business partner who was coming to town. Lorenzo thought about it for a few seconds. He sent Antonio on his way to his club to get the VIP lounge ready for his business partners. He wanted to show them some good old-fashioned hospitality while they where in town to get a great deal out of it. Lorenzo turned back to his darling and leaned down to her ear.

"What do you say to a trip to the club with me tonight, hm? It's Saturday after all."

She lit up at the idea. That sounded fun. She shot up from her seat and hugged Lorenzo. He laid an arm around her and looked down at her.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Later in the evening Lorenzo come up to Y/n's room. He's holding a dark green giftbox with a black ribbon on it. Y/n is in her bathroom getting ready. She was humming and finishing up her skincare routine as Lorenzo came up to her. He held out the box to her. She looked shocked. An expression that said he didn't need to get her anything. She took the lid of the box and looked inside. Gasping as she pulled the most beautiful dark red dress out. She spun around hugging it to herself. She couldn't believe her own eyes. He smirked watching her. Watching how excited she became by such a gesture. He loved spoiling his baby.

"I'll let you get ready pretty thing, we'll meet by the entré later."

Lorenzo disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared. Y/n was in awe at how this dress looked. She couldn't wait to put it on. She was giddy while finishing her hair and makeup. Excitingly she slid the dress on. It fit her perfectly. Enhancing her every feature beautifully. She went over to her closet and picked out a pair of heels that matched. Putting on some pretty jewellery before she took a final look in the mirror. Damn, she looked hot. Like someone would burn their finger if they touched her. She felt confident and ready for the night.

As she descended the stairs her eyes meet the sight of Lorenzo waiting for her. He had a matching dark pinstripe suit, with a black silk shirt underneath. No tie, just unbuttoned at the top. A gold chain around his neck. He looked like a dream. His gold tooth glisend in the light as his grin grew when he saw her. She took gentle steps. Carefully not to slip. Her knees felt weak seeing him watching her like that. Hungey eyes observing her. She felt a tingle in her body. The mood in the room shifted. Anticipation filled the air.

*whistle* "You look burning hot sugar."

Y/n blushed bright red and looked away. Flustered at the comment. She would probably never get used to this kind of attention. Looking back at him she answered him with a shy voice.

"So do you."

He walked towards her with his hands gesturing out towards her.

"Ain't I a lucky fella? Having this piece of candy by my side."

As if she thought she couldn't blush more. He certainly made it possible. His words worked like magic on her.

"You ready babydoll?"

He offered his arm to her.

"Yeah."

She answered, trying to sound as confident as she could. She put her arm around his as they walked out to the car. Antonio was driving. Valentino joined them as an extra bodyguard for the evening. Dominic stayed at home to watch over the mansion while they were away. Lorenzo kept his hands mostly to himself during the ride to the club. How he managed to have the discipline, when is little lady looked so delicious, nobody will ever know.

Once they arrived at the club everyone would move out of their way for them. Y/n felt like a celebrity. It was a weird feeling if she was honest. So many people staring. She held her head high and tried to look unbothered. Lorenzo couldn't have been prouder to show of his precious lady. They sat down in the centre booth on the main floor. Where they could view the whole club and the whole club could view them. Lorenzo guided Y/n to sit down.

"Stay here for a moment my dear. I have some business to attend. Valentino will stay here with you until I'm back."

Y/n smiled and nodded.

"Okay."

Lorenzo and Antonio walked of to meet a group of well dressed men. He showed them up to the VIP lounge. Y/n presumed they where the real reason they went to the club tonight. Not that she minded it to much. Valentino slumped down in the sofa across from where Y/n sat.

"So dollface, you like to party?"

He had a grin on his face. His arms where resting along the back of the sofa. He lifted one of his brows to express his question more.

"Well, I haven't really been partying so much to be honest. My first time going to a club was when I met Lorenzo actually."

Y/n blushed a little. She rubbed her arm and looked at Valentino. He had a slightly surprised look on his face. Then he started laughing.

"You hit the jackpot on the first try the then. Hell, your virgin trip to a club can't be topped by anyone else I can say that much."

Y/n didn't really know what to say except giggling at Valentino's statements. He was kinda right. She would have never imagined this being the outcome of her first outing. A few minutes goes by while they talked about parties and clubbing amongst others things. Valentino straightens up has Lorenzo approaches. He sits down in the middle so he has the view of the club in his front, Y/n to his left and Valentino to his right.

"Val, get us some drinks to start of this night won't you?"

Without hesitation Valentino gets up and heads to the bar. It doesn't take long before he is back with a vide variety of drinks. Y/n was amazed. She wasn't shocked since she knew Lorenzo owned the place, but it was still amazing to her. Lorenzo pulled her close to himself holding his arm around her and laying his hand on her thigh.

"You can pick anything you want princess."

She looked up at him with big doe eyes. Like she was asking him, really? He gestured his other hand towards the low table. Looking at all the drinks her eyes landed on one in particular. It was a bright pink drink in this beautiful glas with a strawberry stuck to the edge. She reached out for it and picked it up. The first taste felt like a strawberry dream. Like nothing she had ever tasted before. It went down so smooth and easy. They spent some time just drinking, talking and enjoying each other. Valentino stood just outside the booth so unwanted people wouldn't interfere with them.

As the night went on Y/n got a bit buzzed. Not drunk but enough to feel less tense. She felt brave enough to put a hand on Lorenzo's thigh and ever so slightly move it up a bit. She smirked oh so innocently at him.

"You're playing a dangerous game baby."

He smirked back at her. He leaned in closer to her. Within reach to kiss her but stopping just to tease her. He wouldn't mind unfolding her on the spot, but he was entertained by her little game. She leaned closer to him. Her mouth slightly opening like right before a kiss. The tension between them building. The heat rising. The air felt hotter. But instead of a kiss she started talking.

"I really feel like dancing."

Y/n gracefully stod up and walked out to the dance floor. She started to move with the rhythm. Dancing sensually and giving Lorenzo looks. He sighed as he sat back. She kept surprising him. He kept watching her every move. Every sway of the hip. Every place her hands caressed. He enjoyed every second. Even the hungry looks others gave her. She was like a forbidden fruit on the floor. The night was going smooth. That was until some creep snuck up on Y/n and started touching her. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed her. A fire was lit in Lorenzo's eyes. He saw how uncomfortable Y/n got. How she struggled. Enough was enough. Lorenzo stood up and made his way across the floor. Not in a hurry but with intent. Anger was visible on his face. Terrifyingly calm and concentrated anger. Lorenzo didn't really mind guys looking or even flirting with is girl. He was secure enough for that. But when it came to uncomfortable and forced touching a fuse lit inside him. Pure rage formed. People moved put of their way and a big circle form around the three people. Lorenzo tapped the guys shoulder to get him to turn around. The guy responded in a rude tone. He didn't even see to have noticed the crowd moving away.

"Buzz of dude, she's mine!"

As he turned to look around at who tapped his shoulder you could see his face become paler. Lorenzo grinned and spoke in a controlled manner.

"Hands of loverboy. I don’t think she appreciates your attention."

The man immediately let go of Y/n and backed off. His eyes lost hope. He started walking backwards as Lorenzo got closer.

"I think you and me are gonna have a talk, man to man."

Lorenzo gestured to Valentino to take care of Y/n for a minute. Y/n ran into Valentino's arms for comfort and they went over to the booth again. Lorenzo grabbed the guy by the neck and dragged him off into the back. The crowd soon went back to normal after they had disappeared. It was rare but not unexpectedthat Lorenzodeslt with ungrateful creepsin his club. Y/n felt so uneasy but Valentino helped her in his own way. They talked it out a bit while Lorenzo was gone.

In the back of the club Lorenzo held the guy by his neck. He could barely contain his anger. He almost lost control, but remembered he didn't want the police creeping around his club more than necessary. He let the guy run in the end after a traumatic lesson in consent and a lifetime ban from the club. He brushed of and fixed his attire before he headed back.

When he got back he went straight over to his little flower. Checking to see if she was hurt or bruised. He wanted to hesr what she had to say about the whole situation. He knew most of it already because of Valentino, but he felt that she could need the moment to process and talk about it. After she had gotten her time to speak Lorenzo gave her a serious look.

"That maggot will never be in your or any other girls vicinity ever again."

Y/n hugged Lorenzo tightly. He put his arms around her and stroked her back. Any other regular guest knew better than to start shit in Lorenzo's club. Everyone knew he took it seriously. He had made this place for people to enjoy themselves, not to take advantage of others. Everyone knew not to mess around, and especially not with Lorenzo's girl.

[sleeplessdreamer14]

imagine musical/toonjuice having a photo of you and lydia together in his wallet so he can show people his “favorite girls”

[somedaylazysomeday]

A Deal with a Demon - Part Six

Beetlejuice was summoned. Since the summoner didn't want to pay his terms, you agree to step in on their behalf.

Demon!Beetlejuice x fem!witch!reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 3,900

Warnings: Language, sex as terms of payment, discussions of pegging, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, references to demons and demonic biology, references to magic and witchcraft, brief gender dysphoria.

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“Lock the door.”

By the time Beetlejuice had processed your instruction and all of its implications, you had almost gotten rid of your shirt. The demon scrambled to do what you had asked, locking the door to your office with an awestruck look on his face. 

As far as you were concerned, there was no getting around it, so you may as well get things moving between you. Beetlejuice’s deal had fallen through, but the realities of summoning a demon were that they had to be paid one way or another. And you found that you didn’t mind picking up the slack as much as you once had. 

Even in his hurry to get undressed for you, Beetlejuice couldn’t keep from talking. He never did anything quietly if he could help it.

“This is hot,” he chattered, stripping off his jacket. “I can’t believe you’re gonna let me fuck ya in your office…”

“I’m not going to let you fuck me,” you told him, watching with no small amount of pleasure as he froze, crestfallen. “I’m going to fuck you in my office.” 

A moment later, a filthy grin sprouted on his face. “That’s even hotter.”

You kicked away your pants, underwear still tangled in the fabric, and mentally congratulated yourself on having the foresight to sweep earlier in the week. Since you were in a hurry and still waiting for Beetlejuice, you dropped your hands and gave an experimental stroke over your mound.

Tingles rose in the wake of your touch and you fought back a shiver as you repeated the motion. This time, you gave your lips a little more attention. They were sensitive, but your body wasn’t fully paying attention yet. You had some work to do if you were going to fulfill Beetlejuice’s deal in the next few minutes. For all that you would never say so to him, he was well-endowed, and hooking up unprepared promised to be unpleasant. 

The lack of swelling in your lips made it easy to press your fingertip between them, pushing gently against the firm bead of your clit. The simple pressure sent tingles running through your body, but it was marred by the sensation of eyes on you. 

When you glanced up, Beetlejuice’s dark eyes were fixed on the place where your hand was settled between your own thighs. As if only just noticing that your fingers had stopped moving, his gaze moved slowly up your bare body until he was looking at your face. 

“Hottest.” 

The gravel in his voice made it sound like talking would be painful, but he would never let something so minor stop him from constantly vomiting his thoughts. Especially if they were dirty. 

You gave him a stern look. “Get naked now or stay dressed. I don’t have time for a striptease.” 

Beetlejuice’s face sharpened, a fierce amusement lighting his eyes. He complained, but he liked it when you ordered him around. Especially when you were a little bossy about it. You had seen the evidence of how much he enjoyed it. 

Actually, you could see it just then, too. 

When he walked over to you, it was with a little strut in his step, his hardening length bobbing obscenely as it led the way. “So, if you’re gonna fuck me, where’s your strap-on?” 

You thought about it, you really did. Sinful sold plenty of sex toys, and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t looked at and thought about trying some of the toys for yourself. And finding the right box in the stock room just outside your office would take a matter of moments…

But you sighed and shook your head. “No time. We’ll keep that in mind for the future.” 

“I’ll hold ya to that,” Beetlejuice warned, pointing a finger at you. 

As you eyed the chipped black polish on that finger’s nail, you frowned. “Could you feed off that, though? Don’t you have to be the one penetrating the other person?” 

“Penetrating,” Beetlejuice repeated with a snort, waggling his eyebrows at you. “And no. I’m a sex demon, not an incubus.” 

You frowned harder. “Which is a demon that feeds on sex…”

“No!” he lectured. “Incubi are- See, they just… Sex demons don’t gotta… The difference is that we are tryin’- Shut up, we’re not the same thing!” 

Since you hadn’t said a word during the entirety of Beetlejuice’s stammered explanation, you just held up your hands and laughed. “You got it. Totally different, my bad.” 

“See, you don’t even sound believable,” he muttered. You laughed harder… until he stepped so close you could smell the mossy earth scent of him. “Point is, I can feed on any of it. All of it. And if you want to fuck this delicious peach of mine, baby… Just say when.”

“Ugh,” you sputtered, pushing him back a step. “Never say that again.”

“Then don’t compare me to a damn incubus.”

“Deal,” you agreed. 

Beetlejuice’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, you wanna make a deal?” 

“Aren’t you already one in the hole?”

“I’ll have one in your-”

“Enough!” you entreated. “I know you’re the master of wordplay and innuendo. And no, I’m not interested in hearing jokes about either of those words. I really don’t have a lot of free time today. If we’re doing this, we have to do it now.” 

Beetlejuice grumbled, looking down at his now-limp cock. “Can’t say that the mentions of a time limit are doin’ it for me, babes.”

“Let me fix it, then,” you offered, sinking down in front of him.

“I accept,” Beetlejuice agreed, grabbing you under the arms and pushing you backward onto your own desk. You gaped at him, partially from surprise and partially from the force of the impact. He grinned from his place standing between your legs. “I always get hard when I hear those gorgeous little sounds ya make for me-”

You pulled a pen out from behind the small of your back and tossed it at him. “I’m hearing a lot of talk and very little- ahh!”

The noise that left you was only tangentially humanoid in nature. Beetlejuice had dropped to his knees and skipped past everything else he could have done, sealing his lips around your clit and applying devastating suction. 

It was too much. Deliciously so, but still, too much. You pushed at his head, trying to force him out from between your legs, but he just lessened the pressure slightly and sank two fingers into you. 

You shouted, the muscles in your abdomen tightening so intensely that your shoulder blades left the surface of the desk. You stared down at him from your new vantage point, not surprised to see that his eyes were fixed directly on your face. It also wasn’t a surprise when he waggled his eyebrows and gave a particularly lascivious lick from the bottom of your opening to the top of your slit. 

When Beetlejuice was back where he had started - focused intently on your clit with two fingers pumping into you - you sank your hands into his hair. Your first thought had been to push him away, but you found yourself holding him in place. The helpless convulsions of your pelvis left you riding his fingers, his lips following to keep that steady, maddening pressure exactly where you needed it.

The amorphous pleasure coalesced, binding together in a sign of things to come. Your orgasm shimmered like a mirror on the horizon - distant, but inching closer with every moment.

Until Beetlejuice withdrew his fingers and pulled away from you. You growled low in your throat, glaring up at him, but he seemed utterly unconcerned. He stood, proudly displaying the hard-on he had apparently gotten from taking you apart on your own desk. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

“Couldn’t have taken another two minutes…” you grumbled, struggling to sit up.

“Stay down, toots,” Beetlejuice told you, using a hand between your breasts to press you back down against the cool surface of the desk. “Lemme do the work this time.” 

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you?” 

“Like position has anything to do with that,” he said with a snort. “Save that energy for next time. We’ll get ya a nice, fat strap-on and you can rock my world. For now…” 

Beetlejuice pressed himself to the edge of the desk, planting his hips firmly between your parted thighs. Your hips jolted upward reflexively, and the demon chuckled as he lined himself up and pushed slowly into you. 

Torturously slowly.

His grip on your hips was the only thing that kept you from scooting down and forcing him further into you. Instead, you were pinned in place, fingers tightening on the edges of the desk as you tried to move anyway. When you found that you couldn’t move at all, you bared your teeth at him. “Move, Beej!” 

He pouted at you. “No. But here’s a little gift for bein’ so good and not sayin’ my name…”

His finger brushing against the swollen nub of your clit made you gasp, your head falling backward fast enough that it collided with the desk. The sound of it was loud in the room, but not as loud as the ancient curses you hissed at him. 

“Hey, watch the Babylonian,” Beetlejuice chided. “Some’a that shit sticks.”

When you didn’t listen, he leaned forward and kissed you. You bit him. 

Beetlejuice gasped into the kiss, but didn’t pull away. Instead, his hips thrust in a way that seemed involuntary. It also forced the entire length of him inside of you. Your core clamped down around him, squeezing and working to keep the intrusion buried as deeply inside of you as possible.

Your teeth parted at the feeling of it, and you were left with the iron tang of blood in your mouth as he pulled away. After licking your front teeth clean, you frowned at Beetlejuice. “Is your blood… spicy?”

He licked his swelling lip - as always, using far too much tongue. “Yeah. Demon. Anyway…”

Beetlejuice’s hands tightening around your hips was the only warning you received, then he was pounding into you with a fervor that bordered on desperation. You met him stroke for stroke, using your minuscule range of motion to participate. Your feet slipped from the desk, thighs landing heavy and splayed against the cool surface for a moment. Then Beetlejuice hit something raw and aching inside of you and your legs wrapped around his waist without any direction from your brain. 

“C’mon, babes,” he muttered, eyes bouncing between your face, your breasts, and the place where the two of you were joined. “A little more. I know you’ve got it in you…” 

You shook your head back and forth, the motion turning into a release of energy more than an actual refusal. After being kept on the precipice of orgasm fo so long, your body was struggling to let go. “Have you- Are you feeding?” 

“Have been the whole time,” he reassured, giving your thigh a soothing sort of pat. “Come. You know you wanna.” 

Well, you certainly didn’t need him to ask you twice. You used the way your legs were locked around his waist to pull him sharply deeper every time he dragged out of you. The slow withdrawal against the sudden collision of him spearing into you provided the perfect counterpoint, and you were on the edge in moments. 

“I’m-”

“I know, I feel you,” Beetlejuice gritted out. “Now or never, babes.”

Beetlejuice bucked against you, pushing himself deep. You could feel his length twitching and spasming as he spilled into you.  His face was slack with pleasure, his mouth relaxed, a bead of dark red blood trembling on the curve of his bottom lip. His eyes were heavy-lidded as they roamed your body with an expression of mingled satisfaction and possessiveness. 

It was a worrisome expression, honestly. And you would never, ever admit to him that it was what pushed you over the edge. 

The orgasm seemed to rush in from everywhere at the same time. You heard it in the room around you, a sound that had never existed in the world, but was soaking your brain in pleasure. It tingled up from your fingers and toes, spreading into every limb with sparkling weightlessness. It emanated in waves from your pussy, sending contractions of sheer euphoria through you with every pulse.

And you were left utterly slack in its wake. 

Lying naked and splayed across the surface of your desk wasn’t a particularly dignified experience, especially when Beetlejuice collapsed across you. When you looked past him, you could see the sunlight peeking around the edges of the door. You weren’t sure why the time of day should have an impact on how you felt about sleeping with a demon at your job working for said demon, but you were feeling noticeably odd about the whole thing. 

“Okay, up,” you said, tapping Beetlejuice on the forehead. “I have things to get done. Plus, I think I’m ruining some documents.” 

He obligingly sat up, pulling out of you at the same time. You slammed your legs together in an effort to hold the mess inside, and gingerly slipped off the desk. On your way to the small bathroom attached to your office, you peeked backward and grimaced at the way your activities had left the papers on your desk disorganized and crumpled.

Cleanup took more time than you wanted to dedicate to it, but you had learned from previous experiences with Beetlejuice and kept an emergency cleanup kit in the cabinet, tucked carefully behind the first aid kit. Among the items in the cleanup kit were wipes, a clean pair of underwear, some soothing lotion, and a good lip balm.

You used all of them and felt far more presentable when you stepped back into the office. It smelled strongly of sweat and sex and magic, so when you were dressed, you propped the door open and slid up the loading dock door.

“Okay, is your deal fulfilled now?” you asked, sitting back behind your desk and straightening the papers as best you could.

Beetlejuice looked lost for a moment, then guilty. “Ah… we never actually set up that you were payin’ the deal price…”

“Are you serious?” The demand was shrill, but you were feeling distinctly tender between your legs. The idea of jumping into another session was too much. “We absolutely did set that up!” 

“We did, I’m just messin’ with ya,” Beetlejuice told you with a grin. 

You squinted at him, feeling suddenly and deeply suspicious. There was a chance he was actually messing with you… but there was also a chance he had screwed up badly enough that he was lying to cover for himself. Either way, you decided to take him at his word. If he was lying, he could work out a solution for himself. “Yeah… Good one.”

Your attention had moved to the list in your hands for only a moment when Beetlejuice leaned over you. “What is that? Is it the same thing that’s gotcha so busy for the rest’a the day?”

“Not really,” you told him, turning the paper so he could see it. “I’m trying to build some inventory. And a few networks, but that’s much slower going.” 

“Inventory and networks for what?” he asked. 

With a sigh, you set the paper aside. You hadn’t been hiding this from Beetlejuice, per se… you just hadn’t known how to bring it up. It didn’t help that you never got more than a few minutes’ warning that he was going to be around. 

“I’m planning on opening the magical portion of the shop soon,” you explained. “Hopefully in the next few weeks. I want to build some inventory, but it’s tricky to work on it during the day. Less power, you know, and I have to worry that our employees are going to find out something they shouldn’t.”

Beetlejuice didn’t say anything for a while, and your stomach started to knot up with nerves. You were the day-to-day manager of Sinful, but he was still the owner. “Is there any interest?” 

“A lot, actually. We’ve had a few customers come in looking for it. They wanted to know when the products would be available for sale.” 

“How did they know about it?”

You gave a sheepish shrug. “I may have distributed a few samples at coven meetings.”

“And how did they take the idea of you ownin’ a store?” 

At that particular moment, you weren’t worried at all about how your coven felt, or even how the Council felt. You were more worried about the fact that you couldn’t tell how Beetlejuice felt. He wasn’t the most difficult person to read, and it was concerning that you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. 

“I couldn’t tell them I own Sinful,” you told him. “My name isn’t on the paperwork. Remember? We re-filed it and put down a fake name for you. I had to tell them the owner is a human whose mother-in-law was a witch.” 

Beetlejuice barked out a laugh and you relaxed slightly. “Couldn’t make it easy, huh?” 

You smiled. “I needed there to be a reason why he knew about magic, otherwise, the Council would get weird.”

“What’re you gonna do if they wanna meet the owner?” he asked, picking at his nail polish. “Hire somebody?” 

You sighed. “I don’t know. I thought about hiring someone, but I’m back in the same place. I’d need to find a human who knows about magic, but can’t use any of it himself. He’d also have to be new to the area to explain how the coven didn’t know about him before. Maybe I’ll just play it off like he’s always gone for a while, then say he got in an accident…”

“Or I could just play human for ya,” Beetlejuice pointed out. 

The expression on your face was too disbelieving. It had crossed the line into offensive, you could feel that much. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” he demanded, clearly insulted. “I’m a master of illusions. See?” 

It was hard not to see that Beetlejuice was now sporting a rather impressive pair of breasts, especially since he was naked. When he saw the trajectory of your gaze, he preened, pushing his boobs together to create a generous line of cleavage. “See?” 

“Your illusions are good, but I don’t think that will work to convince the Council that you’re a human man with no magic.” 

“I don’t do illusions,” Beetlejuice scoffed. “Well, I do. But anything on me is one-hundred percent real, babes. Besides, I think you’re overlooking how realistic my illusions can be.” 

His nod encouraged your glance downward. You breathed a sigh of relief when saw that your breasts were exactly the same size they had always been, but you froze when your eyes moved a bit further down your body. There was a distinct bulge at your crotch, too large to be anything but…

“Maybe you should warn someone when you’re planning to give them a penis,” you told him, your casual tone hiding the way your pulse had inexplicably started to pound. 

“Okay, fair enough,” he admitted. The bulge disappeared. “But you see my point.”

“What I haven’t seen is your human impression.” You crossed your arms. “If this is it, I’ll have to hire someone. You can pass with normal humans, but witches will immediately know what you are.”

Beetlejuice nodded, a determined look on his face. You watched as he transformed. His jawline rounded, his chin losing the sharpness of its point. The angles of his face grew less unnatural and you watched the subtle points of his teeth disappear between his parted lips. His hair even flattened, losing some of the dramatic volume that made it so unique. 

The rest of the changes that happened were far more difficult to explain. Beetlejuice’s posture improved, but he seemed to get smaller His whole aura changed, going from something wicked and clever to a type of mild-mannered humor. 

When Beetlejuice opened his eyes, they were brown without a single hint of red. The gleeful look of chaos was missing from them, as was the sense that he was somehow harmlessly cruel. He had even dressed himself normally, and looked very average in a pair of dark jeans and a green tee shirt.

“What do you think?” 

The unaccented voice made you deeply uncomfortable, but you still nodded. “Looks believable. Hang on.” 

You got closer and closer, waiting to pick up some hint of magic or demonic energy, but there was nothing. When you were standing close enough to feel his body heat, you caught a faint trace of it, but it could easily be explained away by the potions, charms, and spells you intended to have on the premises. 

“It’s really good,” you eventually admitted. “Even the little bit of magic I sense from you could just be from the other magic in the store. I think the coven will buy it. I think even the Council would buy it. I don’t want to test that, though. Still, good job.”

“Thank you,” he said, nodding slightly. “I worked very hard on it.” 

His voice wasn’t bland or strangely plain, but it lacked of all of the inflection that made him Beetlejuice. You shook your head sharply. “Okay, you’ve proven your point. Stop it and go back to being yourself. This is just weird.” 

He glanced over at you, and you were almost relieved to see a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “I need to practice. If I need to play human, I’ll have to make it believable.”

“Ugh,” you said with a shudder. You went to your desk, eager to get away from the uncanny Beetlejuice.

He followed you. “Nice weather we’re having, isn’t it? We needed this rain. Do you have any coffee? I’m not human until I have a cup. I was mowing the lawn yesterday and I’m still worn out. I might need to take a nap later, but then it’ll be hard to sleep tonight.” 

You fought to keep a straight face, giving him a severe look. “Are you done?” 

Beetlejuice paused, considering for a moment. “Taxes.”

For some reason you couldn’t explain, that broke you. You laughter made Beetlejuice laugh, and he let the human disguise slip away. 

“Okay, even though it devolved into Suburban Dad at the end, I think that’s a pretty believable human impression.” You studied the sheet of inventory you had built up so far. “What do you think about opening the attic for specialty items in a few weeks?” 

Beetlejuice shrugged. “Up to you, babes. You’re the manager. I’m just along for the ride and to play meat puppet every now and then.”

“Two weeks it is,” you decided. “And I’ll work on figuring out a spell that can narrow down those summonings for you.” 

“Ya mean it?” Beetlejuice asked excitedly. “That would be great! It would really save me a lotta time.” 

“I can’t make any promises about when it will be ready,” you warned. “Or any guarantees that it’ll work when it’s done. Don’t blame me if it goes wrong.” 

Beetlejuice chuckled. “Sounds like someone’s gonna start writin’ demonic contracts. Deal, babes. Just lemme know when you’re done.”

And then he disappeared, leaving a haze of smoke and a faintly spicy smell in the air of the office. You shook your head and went back to planning, jotting a few notes and ideas about the theoretical spell into the margin of your page.

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Author's Note - As much as I hate to say it: despite my ever-increasing wip pile, I'm probably not done with these two. I'm not sure when I'll get around to writing more for them, but I'll make sure to link it here. Alternately, you can find me on AO3 under username InkSplots.

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[taracarpsnter]

the subway line in my city has this new train 🧡 always glad to see my girl

[eroscomet]

Make it Right

Chapter two- Hauting for Home

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Warnings: Mentions death, a bit angsty, bad writing. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count: 3k+

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"You talked to my dad?!" Astrid had exclaimed with an amused smile on her face. There it was, that twinkle in her eye that you had missed so much. She hadn't been very happy recently, with you not around and everything else in her life that had been happening.

"Yeah, when I had first died. I got sent to the immigration office, and what do you know? There he was behind the glass. He's just as kind as you always told me he'd be. Surprisingly, he immediately recognized me. He told me that he had been watching after you and practically watched our love 'blossom,' as he put it." The two of you continued walking outside.

You couldn't help but think about how people must be seeing this. Astrid looked as if she were talking to herself from an outside perspective. Aware of her past, you knew people had a tendency to bully her, so when nearing Miss Shannon's School for Girls, you tried to get her to talk as much so that others wouldn't look at her funny. So, you took up most of the time on the way there, talking as much as she could so that she didn't have time to talk. Which was odd because she was usually the one who'd talk while you'd listen.

"He said he liked me, which is a relief. Sometimes, I feel like your mom is more confused but is trying to be supportive. I mean, remember when I had first come over, and she started talking about how she too 'experimented' as she said. Anyway, that isn't the point. I met your dad, and we actually frequently visited you together. It's funny, sometimes we'd bond over how much we missed you."

Astrid's eyes had furrowed as she had begun to notice that every time she began or wanted to speak, you only spoke faster, almost sputtering out information. A frown tugged at your lips as she had caught on.

"I just don't want people to look at you even more weirder than they already do. If you're talking to yourself, they'll find that an easy target. Try...putting on some headphones and pretending you're on the phone? Or you can just put your phone up to your ear?"

She smiled as she took her phone out of her pocket and brought it up to her ear.

"Thanks, you're right. So, what else did he say about me? Did you see my grandfather? What's the afterlife like?" Astrid felt like she had a million different questions to ask.

"Your dad says he's proud of you and that he sees himself in you all the time. As for your grandpa, no. I mean, I feel as if it's harder to find him since he did lose his head to a shark. The afterlife is a bit weird. I can't tell you much about it since I haven't exactly crossed over. I basically only know what headquarters and a few shops look like. I mean, there's a 'Soul Train' which essentially takes you to the 'Great Beyond,' but I never went because I don't want to risk not being able to watch over you."

You grabbed Astid's shoulders, moving beside her to walk toward the street end of the sidewalk. Even though you were dead, the sidewalk rule never really left you, even while Astrid couldn't even see you.

"Yeah, I figured. I almost can't believe that a shark bite ended his life, I knew my family wasn't normal, but we can't even have a somewhat normal death? The Great Beyond, huh? Soul Train is a clever name though. Does no one know what's on the side?"

"I mean, I've never seen someone leave then come back from the train in the full year, almost two years that I've been here. I'm not taking the risk and crossing anyway, I can't lose you again after we just got back to each other."

"You're right..." Her eyebrows furrowed, her attention on the sidewalk as they continued to walk. She thought to herself for a moment before speaking again.

"So, you don't have any ghost tricks you learned?"

"Of course, you'd ask that, would you be disappointed in me if I said I didn't?"

"I mean, you've been gone for a year almost two, I'd expect you to know at least something to make me feel better for all the time you've been gone."

"Okay, uhhh... I can walk through walls and, I guess, float a bit."

"That sounds like every other ghost."

"Just because i'm a ghost doesn't mean I have super powers, Astrid."

"Just saying."

"I mean, I do have this nasty scar from the accident." You lowered your shirt neckline, showing the scar on the lower part of your neck. Astrid winced at the scar before looking away.

"Right. Weird how all it took was one neck twist for you to die.

"Well, it's more like my neck twisted as if I was a cartoon character that got punched, and my head began spinning-"

"Ew, shut up. Don't talk about it like it's something light."

"I'm sorry, you're right."

It was silent for a bit as you guys walked into the school, Astrid opened one of the doors while you phased right through the other door. Astird put her phone back into her pocket as she walked upstairs and past the other students. You followed after her, your eyebrows furrowing at the other students nearby her dorm. Some of them whispering to each other while giggling.

That's when Astrid opened her dorm room's door, a bedsheet attached to the ceiling by a rope coming straight towards her. The bedsheet makes out a ghost with a 'Boo' sign in its chest area. Astrid stumbled back before turning around and looking at the other girls, who began to burst out into laughter behind her.

"When you're all driving carpool and banging your pilates instructor to fill the empty voids in your life, we'll see who gets the last laugh."

The girls smiles and laughs quickly died as she finished speaking. Astrid turned around as she went into her room, shutting the door behind her. You smiled proudly, a laugh escaping you as you saw the looks on the girls faces as they disburst from Astrid's door.

"Witty as always." You said as you phased through her dorm room's door. The make-shift ghost on the ceiling startling you a bit as you had almost 'ran' into it. Sometimes you forget you're a ghost even if it's been a year.

"They have not toned down with the comments? You had always been careful about this topic, not wanting to bring it up too much with Astrid.

"No." It was a simple and straightforward answer that made you not want to question further. A part of you felt angry that you were helpless to all of it now that you're dead. You had gotten so used to defending her against everyone but now your words would only fall on deaf ears.

You sighed as you plopped yourself onto her dorm room's bed, thinkiing for a moment on how to steer away the conversation of bullying that she obviously did not want to talk about.

"Did you hear that my sister's pregnant? I know that I shouldn't bother looking over them since they're perfectly fine.."

"I'm not surprised."

"She's naming the baby after me."

"God, that's ridiculous! Naming their kid after a relative who isn't even dead yet-" Astrid's voice faltered for a moment. The fact that you were dead and have been for almost two years was still a punch in the gut after all this time.

"That's what I said, baby." You offered her a small smile as you played into the bit that you were still alive for Astrid. She still wanted to make her at least feel a bit better.

'Baby.'

Your words - and your smile, even if it was for her benefit - just made Astrid's heart twist further in her chest.

"You're killing me here."

"Why?" Your head tilted to the side as you looked at her.

"Because you're supposed to be dead." Her voice came out in a strangled whisper as she looked down at the papers scattered on her desk.

You bit your lip, you didn't want to show that what Astrid had said hurt you. Even if you were dead, you still had emotions and feelings. You paused for a moment before deciding to drop the topic.

"So, they're having a baby shower. You should go."

"Oh god, a baby shower? Is it too late to make you disappear again?" Her face had immediately scrunched up with distaste at the idea of being forced to go to a baby shower - especially your self-centered sister's baby shower where she'd name her child after you for her own gain.

"Come on, you couldn't see me for a whole year, and now that you're finally able to, you already want to get rid of me? That's cold, babe, even for you. Even for me who's dead cold. Get it? Huh? Dead cold. Because i'm dead? And i'm cold now because I have no blood. No? Okay."

"Oof, that was horrible." She said as she shook her head and grumbled in response.

"Come on, admit you missed me. I heard all your late-night talks that you thought weren't reaching my ears."

"I did miss you - I've missed you for a whole year." She confessed, sounding a bit surprised by her own confession. The room fell silent, the weight of everything that had happened falling onto the both of them. Neither of them wanted to address it, though, they didn't want to have to deal with it now.

"Did you ever-" She paused for a moment as she thought of the right words to say, "When I'd lay in your bed and mope, were you just...watching me?"

"No, I hated that. I'd still do what I would've done if I were alive. I tried holding you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear that never got to you."

"Sweet nothings, huh?" She teased, which earned an eye roll from you. Again, the room had fell silent as the two were lost in thought before Astrid spoke again, breaking the silence.

"How bad did it hurt?"

"Uh.. Well... I just remember being on the ground one second, then in the air the next. I landed, and well- You know what. It had hurt for that second that I was alive, but it had been an instant death if anything."

Having to talk about your death wasn't an easy topic. It was a reminder of how quick you had lost it all. The blood in your system, the beat of your heart, Astrid. The sight of you nervously fidgeting with your own fingers made Astrid's heart ache.

"I hate that." She muttered, her voice coming in strained, almost as if she was forcing herself to get the words out.

"I'm sorry." Your words were mumbled as she continued to fidget with your fingers, now more anxiously than before. The apology caused Astrid to shut her eyes, trying to hold herself together. She felt that now was not the time to start breaking down.

"Don't. Don't apologize." She had almost snapped at you as she opened her eyes to shoot a glare at you.

"Okay." You were never one to go against her word, you didn't want to start a fight. Especially not now. All you could do was bring up one of your hands, beginning to gently pull on the hairs on the back of your neck as you avoided Astrid's eyes.

"Is that a nervous habit of yours now? Pulling your hair." She asked as she reached her hand out idly to brush your hair out of your eyes.

"I had gotten it when I first reached the afterlife. When you watch the people you love hurting, and all you can do is ghost around them..." Your voice had faltered, forcing yourself to clear your throat and then begin to speak again.

"You feel so helpless. Watching everyone who used to be around you and love you so miserable about your death. It makes you feel guilty but, most of all, useless. There's no way to hold, touch, talk to, comfort them... It's hard."

The room had fallen silent after your words. Astrid's fingertips gently brushed along the back of your head - tracing the place that you usually pulled at. She let her hand rest there, trying to keep you from pulling at your hair again.

"How cold am I?"

Your words made Astrid pause for a moment. Leaning closer to you as she wrapped an arm around her now ghost girlfriend. The chill of your skin made her shiver involuntarily - but Astrid tried not to show the way her body automatically wanted to shy away from the cold.

"Really damn cold. It's like you're an ice cube almost." Her words a mumble as she got closer to you, laying next to you as she rested her head on top of yours.

"I'm sorry that I'm not warm anymore." Your own words come out as a mumble as well, instinctively, your head rests on her shoulder.

"I know you don't much like when it's really cold. I thought I was keeping myself with this sweater but now that someone's actually able to touch me, I realize it's doing nothing for me."

"Gosh, you don't have to apologize for that. At least you're here." She pulled you closer against her, her arms wrapping around your waist - burtying her face into your shoulder, even if your skin was freezing and caused a slight burn against her own warm skin. She ignored the way that her body had involutarily shivered at the contact - focusing instead on the fact that her girlfriend was here.

"Barely." You mumbled quietly as you gently pulled away from your girlfriend, knowing that you were probably burning Astrid's skin with your own cold, dead skin that was now a pale blue hue.

"Don't be like that. You're talking as if you have no more hope."

"Death has a way of doing that."

Astrid let out a quiet huff at your words. Her eyes flickered back and forth from you and her own hands that were now gripped tightly on her bedding - but in the next moment, she let go. Almost as if with a full burst of speed, she darted to you. Her arms wrapping around your body, hauling you into her bed in a tight, crushing embrace.

"Astrid-" You had said in surprise and protest. You knew that you were cold. Dead. The cold would burn Astrid at one point, and you didn't want that. Not when you used to be alive and warm for her. You used to keep her warm and now you can only burn her with your icy dead skin.

"Don't even think about complaining. I don't care if you're cold." Astrid snapped as she held you impossibly close against her. Her body shivered once again as your cold skin was like a bucket of cold water dumped over her body - but she ignored the cold, focusing on the sensation of her girlfriend in her arms.

A frown had tugged at your lips, knowing that eventually, Astrid would get too cold, but after a year of being a lone ghost who watched your loved ones move on or suffer because of you, you couldn't help but be a little selfish. Your arms wrapped around her as tightly as you could.

You missed your girlfriend so much. Watching over her for a year, her suffering for a full year over your death, had done a number on you. You'd cry if you could, but all you felt was this deep internal sadness. You had no heartbeat, you had no blood to warm your body, you had no tears to shed from your dry eyes. Your chest was the most still it had ever been, you had no air to breathe anymore.

It had begun to feel like too much for the both of them. Being this close to each other after a year of thinking they'd never be able to have contact again, feeling each other's skin despite the feeling of a small burning on her own skin from your own. It was almost enough to make Astrid cry.

The cold was beginning to seep into her skin - making her shiver and leaving her skin prickled. But Astrid wouldn't - couldn't - let go of you. Not when it had been a year since she was able to hold you. You had only frowned as you held her tighter. A small hiss escaped Astrid from the cold contact as she tried to get herself impossibly closer to you.

"Damn it, it's getting too cold." She hissed, speaking between clenched teeth as she tried to bury her face into your shoulder further.

"Warm up with the blankets, I'll just lay beside you. I promise I won't disappear." You pulled away, gently moving Astrid off of yourself as you carefully pulled her bedsheets over her body. When you finished tucking her in, you lay beside her, admiring every detail you could land your eyes on.

She only huffed a bit, feeling oddly petulant about the fact that she had to let go of you However, she did as she was told. A small shiver rattled her body as her eyes locked onto yours. She managed to mumble something incohereently as she reached for you, trying to tug you close again.

"Too cold, baby. Just give it a moment. I'm here, you see me." You tried to reassure her as you gently tugged a strand of hair behind her ear.

'Baby.' The soft nickname only made her want to pull you close again, but she knew that you were right. Her boy was cold - skin still pricked and burned from being in contact with her girlfriend. She snuggled further into the bedding, her hand gently reaching out to yours. Linking her own pinky with yours, causing you to smile. Her eyes looked into yours as if asking if it was okay to which you had nodded.

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A/N: I don't know why this felt like such a short chapter to me despite it being the most words I've written so far?? I might have some filler chapters for this and 'Picking Up Pieces That Aren't Yours' sometimes. Then again, there is still a lot to write for the storyline themselves. Thank you, lovelies, for all the support on my posts! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I'm so sorry if some days I do not have time to update. Also, if there's anyone that wants to be tagged for updates on this story, leave a comment saying so! Bye, loves!