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milly1111 · 2 months ago

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Revenge Prt 3

Just as a heads up the next chapter gets WILD. The warnings are still: EVERYTHING lmao you've been warned, enjoy~ (It's not in this one but there's still some flirting like come on, Beej is a fucking perv.)

Ohh and here's prt 1, prt 2 :)

Beetlejuice chuckled as he threaded the chosen reel onto the projector, the whirring machinery coming to life with a nostalgic hum. “Popcorn, eh? Well, I might just conjure up some snacks for us while we watch. Consider it a house specialty.”

He snapped his fingers, and a platter of what appeared to be freshly popped popcorn materialized before them. “Enjoy, babes!” Beetlejuice settled into the seat beside her, the screen flickering to life as the film began to roll.

Lydia's mouth opened in awe at the popcorn in front of her. She reached for some and then paused before she shoved the popcorn in her mouth. She looked over at Beetlejuice with hesitation. "..This is edible, right?" She asked softly, coming from the girl that wants to kill herself.

Beetlejuice laughed, shaking his head amused by her question. Did she REALLY think after everything they went through that he was going to murder her with popcorn? “Edible? Of course, it's edible, Lyds! Although, I must warn you, the aftertaste might just haunt you..”

He leaned in closer, Lydia froze but didn't pull back watching him intently. His voice dropping to a whisper, “This particular blend contains a dash of teleplasm essence. It's a family secret, passed down through generations… Adds a certain je ne sais quoi to the flavor, wouldn't ya agree?” He was just teasing her, this wasn't some secret recipe. But he did add some unusual flavor just to get a reaction, or so he hoped.

As Lydia chewed tentatively, Beetlejuice watched her reaction closely, eager to get a reaction of some sort. “So….?” The ghost with the most just wanted his ego stroked at this point. Almost immediately, Lydia's eyes lit up. She thought the popcorn was delicious. She went back for more, and in fact, brought the entire bucket of popcorn into her lap. She scooted a little closer so she could share with Beetlejuice as she munched away. She was so happy..she couldn't remember the last time she felt this way... Maybe when her mom was still alive?

"This is delicious! Beej, are you telling me you're a chef now too?” Lydia questioned, snickering at her own ‘joke’ before her eyes fixed on the screen, “Anyways, what are we about to watch?" she asked.

Beetlejuice beamed with pride as Lydia devoured the popcorn, clearly delighted by the taste. He chuckled, finding joy in bringing a smile to her face. Usually it was his goal to make a breather scream, or cry. This was all very unusual for him..“..My culinary skills are.. Not something to be proud of. This popcorn is simply a result of my unique...taste.”He gestured towards the screen, where the opening credits of the movie flickering over the dusty screen, ‘CORPSE BRIDE’.

Lydia’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the name pop up, and she couldn't help but let out an involuntary squeal of excitement. She immediately froze, blinking in disbelief. Did she just squeal? Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she quickly scowled to cover her embarrassment. This poltergeist's infectious happiness might be rubbing off on her, which was unsettling. He was going out of his way to make her happy and give her everything she wanted. It all felt so surreal, almost too good to be true.

"I..." Lydia cleared her throat awkwardly, shifting her gaze back to the movie. "I really like this movie," she said, trying to regain her composure. She hoped he hadn't noticed her momentary slip-up into uncharacteristic giddiness.

Beetlejuice grinned widely, pleased by Lydia's reaction to Corpse Bride. “Babes! That's one of my personal favorites too. There's just something about the grim romance, it gets me every time!” He settled back into his seat, making sure to keep a comfortable distance from Lydia despite her growing closeness. His eyes never left the screen but his mind began to wander.

“..Ya know, Liddy, it's been a real blast having you around. I mean, don't get me wrong, this isn't a typical way I'd spend my nights, but there's something special about–” Beetlejuice cleared his throat, was he nervous? “It's… well, I suppose it's hard to explain, but it feels almost... normal.”

Lydia heard Beetlejuice speak, ripping her attention from the film. She blinked looking over to Beetlejuice. "Normal?" She scoffed, taking more popcorn into her mouth munching before continuing, "Never heard that one before.. People around me don't consider me 'normal' just ask the guys in that van that threw apples at me after calling me a 'freak...' But Beetlejuice, the fact you make me feel.. Less invisible. You just met me on the roof tonight when I wanted to jump off and end my miserable life. And well..You went out of your way just to make me happy and already done more than my dad and Delia put together have done for me. I have no idea why you did it.. But...Thank you." Once again Lydia had accidentally said his name but still didn't know about the summoning. She thought he was just a simple ghost.

Beetlejuice's expression softened and if possible his dead heart warmed to her words, he's never been thanked before, “Ah, ah, ah, Lydia…You're not a freak. You're a remarkable young woman who's been dealt a tough hand in life. But you know what they say - when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Or in my case, when life traps you in the Neitherworld, throw a party!” He chuckled, trying to keep things light, but his eyes remained serious as he kept his eyes on Lydia. “I did what I did because... well, let's just say it's been a while since I've connected with someone on a deeper level. You see things, Lydia..Things most people choose to ignore or dismiss. There's just something about you..” Lydia smiled at Beetlejuice's words as she turned back to the movie. She put the popcorn up on the smaller table next to them feeling full enough from the popcorn splurge. She leaned back, focusing on the movie, but Beetlejuice was not finished.

Beetlejuice followed Lydia's gaze back to the screen, he wasn't sure why but he was itching to say more. He leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head as he settled into the old dusty seat. ”Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be human again. To feel the sun on my skin, to taste fresh air, to experience life in all its messy glory. But then I look at you, and I realize that maybe being a ghost isn't so bad after all. At least here, I can observe without being observed, manipulate without consequence…” He trailed off, lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to reality. “Oh, sorry about that. Got a bit philosophical there for a second. Anyways..”

Lydia's mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. She turned to him, her eyes narrowing. "Hey, what do you mean by you look at me and then realize being a ghost isn't so bad? What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded, huffing and crossing her arms defensively. "Is there even a way for you to become human again?" She couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and frustration, wondering what he truly meant and what it could mean for them.

Beetlejuice held up his hands in a defensive gesture, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Whoa, easy there, Lyds! No need to get all worked up. I'm just saying that, as much as I complain about being stuck in the Neitherworld, there are certain... perks to the job…Like being able to hang out with fascinating breathers like yourself, for instance. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to experience the world of the living again someday.” Beetlejuice explained, “As for becoming human again, well... let's just say it's not exactly a straightforward process.”

Lydia calmed down a bit after hearing him say that. Little did Lydia know there was a lot more she didn't know about Beetlejuice. "Huh, not straightforward? What's the process like?"

Beetlejuice shrugged nonchalantly, as if this was just another casual conversation. “Well, it's a long story, but basically, I need to find myself a wife. Not just any wife, mind you, but a living, breathing, flesh-and-blood mortal who's willing to tie the knot with a dead sexy guy like me.” He flashed Lydia a charming grin, his rotting teeth on full display, his eyes nearly glowing with excitement.

“Of course, the catch is that this future wife of mine has to say my name three times. Essentially, I need a medium who can communicate with the dead. Once that happens, poof! I'm transported back to the land of the living.. Finally once I get her to marry me, I'll be free from my name curse.” He was just hinting towards the fact that Lydia was the key to his plan. His new end goal was to get her to call his name three times. She had caught his interest, and that was no small feat for someone like him. He was well known for being a mad man, a horndog. Folks back in the neitherworld world would joke Beetlejuice would fuck anything with a hole. No one ever held the power to tie down the Juice.

However, these last few hours had been everything to him. He felt as if he'd known the goth girl for a lifetime. Plus he didn't see her as a piece of meat, like he had treated many whores. Believe it or not, Beetlejuice selfishly wanted Lydia to be the one he'd marry for a green card, crazy as it sounds since he’d just met her.

Lydia looked shocked as Beetlejuice explained everything to her. She leaned to the side, now facing him. This probably threw him off because he had just announced that he was a freaking demon. "You're a demon..? Not just a ghost?" she asked slowly, repeating what he said to make sure she understood him correctly. "And to summon you, someone calls your name three times? And if you want to live, you have to find a willing wife who's alive, who will marry you?" She tilted her head to the side, still trying to process everything.

Beetlejuice nodded enthusiastically, clearly delighted by Lydia's reaction. “That's right, sweetheart! I'm a demon, a poltergeist, a whole mess of nonsense, one sexy package. And yes, the key to getting me out of this hellhole is finding a lovely lady who's willing to take me off the market…permanently.” Beetlejuice leaned forward so close that his cold breath brushed against her lips. His hand gripped the movie theater seat tightly to avoid crushing her petite form with his beer belly. To her own surprise, Lydia didn't back away. She just sat there for a long moment, their eyes locked as a dark blush appeared on her cheeks. A very low, satisfied chuckle escaped Beetlejuice. This girl isn’t running, yet.

“Can you imagine it, babes? Me, settling down with some breather chick? And only wanting..Just her? Once I find myself a wife, I hope you know I'm a one woman kind of guy. I don't share what's mine..Between you and me, though, I've got my eye on one..It's a match made in heaven, or rather..” Beetlejuice leaned down even more, his lips just barely brushing over hers while maintaining eye contact. As he did this, Lydia felt like her face was on fire, and her breath caught in her throat. At this point she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Then, unexpectedly, he pulled back, sitting properly in his seat and glancing over at her flushed face. Satisfied that he caused her to react like that. “Well, that doesn't matter! Heaven, hell.. This wife of mine, will make hell itself feel like heaven.”

Lydia, catching her breath and still flushed, couldn’t help but burst into laughter. There was something about this guy—or rather, this poltergeist—that made her laugh so easily. She found him amusing as hell. No pun intended. "Ah, maybe. I mean, are you a loyal kinda guy? What kind of demon wants only one woman? I mean, who am I to judge? I just met you. I don’t know anything about you." Lydia shrugged, unsure. "But whoever decides to marry you will have their hands full. But she will be very happy. B, you really do go out of your way, I guess, when you want to." Lydia admitted out loud, then paused, arching an eyebrow. "Oh, and I must know, have you scared her off?"

Beetlejuice let out a low chuckle, clearly amused by Lydia's skepticism. “Loyal? Me? Ha! Let's just say I'm more of a free spirit, always chasing the next thrill. Marriage might cramp my style a bit, but hey, for the right gal, I could try to behave myself. And let's just say there might be one woman I have my eyes on who could hold the juice down permanently and I’d be utterly satisfied.” He winked at Lydia, his expression turning sly. “As for scaring her off... well, we'll just have to see.” He grinned dreamily at Lydia, throwing another hint her way. He definitely didn’t want to scare her off, which is why he was playing it cool.

Lydia arched an eyebrow to that, "Well in that case if you find a woman that locks you down like that, then I'll be shocked. You sound like a wild man, a woman that walks into your life....afterlife and changes all that for you. She's gonna have to be a winner."

Beetlejuice snorted, “And you? Well, darling, you're a unique snowflake, aren't you? Most breathers would've been screaming and running for the hills by now, but not you. No, you seem to have a certain... appreciation for my grim dead ass.” He paused briefly before continuing, “And let's be real, Lydia, you're not exactly the typical princess type. There's something about you that screams 'trouble.' And… I like that.” Beetlejuice spread his legs, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “So, while I may be looking for a bride, I wouldn't count you out just yet. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the one to tame this wild beast.” His voice lowered as he playfully wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing her disappearing blush to return as she scoffed and looked away.

Lydia's mouth opened then closed it before opening her mouth again, "Snowflake? Hardly, they're too bright. I'd give myself a headache." She rolled her eyes, keeping her arms crossed. "Me? Bride? Marriage? I don't know about that... You might have to find someone better." She mumbled, just as she said that her cell phone started ringing. She chose to ignore it for now, far too intrigued by Beetlejuice to answer.

He chuckled at Lydia's dismissal, unfazed by her doubts. “Oh, come on, babes. Don't sell yourself short. You're nothing like most breathers I've met. Besides, I think we both know you're not exactly swimming in options here in this dreary old town.” He gestured around the dimly lit room, his grin widening. “Trust me, once you've experienced the thrill of the Neitherworld, the mundane world of the living seems dull in comparison. And who knows? You might just find that marrying a handsome demon like myself is the missing piece in your life that you never knew you needed.” As Lydia's phone continued to ring, Beetlejuice's gaze drifted to the device, his interest piqued, eyes narrowed slightly to the interruptions. “Ooh.. What's that all about? Not like I’m pouring my heart out to ya..”

Lydia soaked up his words and slowly uncrossed her arms in thought. "You could be a pretty good salesman, has anyone told you that?" She laughed before continuing, "I'm flattered, really, but I just met you. I'll think it over. It's not a no, but it's not a yes either. I gotta admit, Beej, you cheered me up a lot tonight. You helped me escape for a few hours, and this is the most fun and happiness I've felt in a very long time. Maybe once you woo me, I might just say yes to you."

Lydia paused as her phone continued to ring off the hook, even after she didn't pick it up. She sighed, pulling it out of her dress pocket. She looked up at Beetlejuice. "I'll be right back, I promise. I have to take this." Without waiting for him to reply, she stood up and walked out of the room where they had been watching a movie.

Beetlejuice watched Lydia leave, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He'd certainly managed to make an impression on her, and the prospect of winning her over was becoming increasingly appealing. He always got what he wanted, and what he wanted was Lydia Deetz as his wife. As the door clicked shut behind her, Beetlejuice turned his attention back to the screen, picking up where they'd left off in the film. However, his mind wandered, replaying their conversation and the sparks that seemed to fly between them.

A sudden burst of inspiration struck him, and he sprang to his feet, striding purposefully towards the dusty old kitchen. He rummaged through the cupboards until he found what he was looking for—a can of spray paint and some glitter. Yes, he was quite familiar with this old theater. "Perfect," he muttered to himself, already envisioning the next step in his plan to woo his Lydia.

"Hello.. uh..yeah... Shit.. tomorrow night? I don't want to wear that stupid yellow dress!" Lydia yelled before the phone kept cutting in and out. The reception in this place sucks.. She blinked looking at her phone, rolling her eyes hanging up on her father groaning in irritation. She sighed making her way back to the theater pausing when she didn't see him there at first before Beetlejuice materialized in front of her, holding a small canister of spray paint and a handful of glitter. A playful grin spread across his face.

"Well, well, well... Look at you, all down in the dumps… I've got just the thing to spice things up!" Without waiting for her response, Beetlejuice began liberally spraying the walls around them with hues of blue and purple, transforming the dingy space into a psychedelic wonderland. He then tossed the glitter into the air, letting it swirl and dance amidst the vibrant colors.

"There we go! Now, doesn't that feel more like a party? And perfect for a special occasion, like... say, a first date?"

Lydia paused, taking a look around in awe. She felt like she was somewhere else, not on Earth. Though her excitement was contained, she was a bit stressed from the phone call. She smiled softly at Beetlejuice, "This is... beautiful."

Beetlejuice beamed with pride at Lydia's reaction, clearly pleased with himself for creating such a mesmerizing atmosphere. "Told ya I had a flair for the dramatic," he said with a chuckle. "Now, how about we continue our little—date in a more... comfortable setting?" With a wave of his hand, a couch materialized, in deep crimson velvet and furnish with winding gold stitching. Beetlejuice gestured for Lydia to sit, then plopped down beside her, the fabric creaking slightly under his weight. He scratched his beer belly stretching out his legs to get more comfortable.

"So, tell me more about this 'stupid yellow dress' your pa wants ya to wear." he teased, leaning in closer to hear her response. Lydia's eyes widened when he brought up that conversation again. Damn it he was definitely eavesdropping on her phone call..

"Oh right... we talked a bit about it on the roof when I wanted to kill myse—" Lydia quickly cleared her throat, trying to be more positive, but that phone call had stirred her emotions. She crosses her legs with a huff. "So... he invited guests over for a dinner date. And Daddy wants to resemble a 'picture perfect' family." She rolled her eyes, scoffing. "He said it'll be tomorrow and I need to wear the stupid dress his fiancée picked out for me. Saying the stuff I wear is too depressing and belongs in a funeral home."

Lydia looked down at her lap, fiddling with her hands before slamming them down in frustration and looking up at Beetlejuice. "I don't want to go! We are not a perfect family! I just found out my dad got engaged from finding Delia in his damn bed! She was supposed to be my stupid life coach! Now they're getting married! It wasn't too long ago that my mom died, and now he's acting as if she never existed! I should have jumped off that damn roof!" Lydia froze, biting her tongue as she got too emotional about all of this. "I don't wanna wear that stupid yellow dress... or even go. I'll make a damn scene if I do—" She trailed off, her eyes welling up with tears, feeling the weight of her grief and frustration.

Beetlejuice listened intently as Lydia poured out her frustrations, his expression softening with each passing word. When she finally trailed off, he reached out and gently placed a hand on her knee. “Tell you what - why don't you let me help you with that dinner date? I can make sure everything goes smoothly, and maybe even give your dad a piece of my mind for you. As for the dress..."

She blinked her tears away and looked up at Beetlejuice, his words catching her attention entirely. "Help me... with the dinner date? How do you plan to do that? And how do you plan to take care of my dad for me?" Lydia asked, “What about the dress?"

A sly grin spread across Beetlejuice's face as he considered Lydia's questions. "Well, first things first - the dress. Leave that to me. I'll conjure up something far more spectacular than any boring yellow vomit dress.”

He snapped his fingers, and a shimmering gown appeared before Lydia, the top of the dress beautify with delicate silver filigree and the skirt flowing like a river of midnight blue. The dress seemed to sparkle with an otherworldly energy. Lydia blinked looking at the detail of the dress, it was breathtaking. It wasn't bright and obnoxious. It had color.... unfortunately, but it was a dark tone that shined in the best of ways. Lydia smiled at it and nodded approvingly at the dress.

"As for your dad, don't you worry about him. I'll make sure he knows exactly who's boss. Or rather, who's the real queen bee in that household." Beetlejuice purred out, "Trust me, Lydia. Everything will be handled."

She then turned back to Beetlejuice after admiring the dress he created, "Oh? Like how? Possess him and everyone at the dinner table?" A sparkle nearly appeared in her eyes.

He chuckled, clearly amused by Lydia's sudden spark. "Possession? Oh no, no, no…Well, that's only part of the plan babes! That would be far too easy, and where's the fun in that?" His smirk grew as he spoke, "No, I have something much more devious in mind. Imagine this.. your father, trying to play the perfect host, serving up a plate of his famous 'Delia's Delight' lasagna, only to find it morphs into a giant, squirming slug right before his guests' eyes. Can you picture the looks on their faces??" Beetlejuice's laughter echoed through the room, "Or perhaps, during the toast, his new fiancée's glass transforms into a live snake, wrapping itself around her wrist."

Lydia started laughing even at the thought of that and nodded her head still laughing. "Okay, okay! Fine, I trust you with this. You can help me with my dinner date! I'll need you, otherwise I won't be going, at all." Lydia checked her phone and sighed. "I should head back.. My dad might flip out if I stay out much later." Beetlejuice's grin faltered for a split second to Lydia mentioning that she has to go. Why was he so addicted to being around this woman he’d just met? It was strange how he selfishly wanted to keep her there, or even follow her.

However he was pleased with himself for having won Lydia over to his side, it would take him sometime to get her to want him just as much. "Of course, Lyds.. I'll make sure everything goes according to plan. Just put on that stunning dress, and leave the rest to me baby." He winked at her playfully. "Now, go on ahead and sneak back home. I'll meet you there shortly, dressed to impress in my finest striped suit. Together, we'll get your revenge, that's my promise to you Lydia.” With a final flourish of his hand, Beetlejuice vanished in a puff of smoke. This was the first time he was helping someone without a deal, a contract..She didn’t even beg Beetlejuice for the help, he offered. This woman has made him soft.

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