#beetlejuice au

[tornrose24]

When the writer of the 'Say my name' fan fic just wants an excuse to draw more of the Beetlejuice snake!Scratch. (Because I really like the concept and design.)

[pppuri]

more of the beetlefalls gravityjuice au

[krn-art]

AU where I ship em as an old married pair who meet and realize their partners suck.

Also, that whole movie shoved in a series worth of plots into 2 hours.

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Two old farts in a haunted house? One has a kid from an old marriage, the other has a banshee x-wife who tried to kill him? Like, he meets her while trying to escape his ex and she agrees to marry him instead since her fiancé admitted to not loving her except for her money. But she needs to be married to keep the house and he wants to be human, so marriage of inconvenience but they end up liking each other and stage ghost stuff for her show. Something something he lives or she dies and we get a dramatic ending.

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♫ I don't think that I can take it~ 'Cause it took so long to bake it~ And I'll never have that recipe again~ ♫

MacArthur Park by Richard Harris

[deyisacherry]

“You could use a buddy! Don't you want a pal? 'Yes I do! Yes I do!'”

Tee hee I missed drawing DCA x Y/N content AND EVEN MORE BEETLEMOON!!! 💚✨ happy late halloween 🎃🎀🫶 (BTW THIS Y/N AS LYDIA IS AN ADULT AND STILL AGENDER/NONBINARY)

them<3 (sun as adam cause i want my sun x moon crumbs for how much beetlejuice flirts with adam lmao)

[betelgeuses-wife]

Beetlejuice x fem reader [slight hurt/then comfort fix]

Reader is an adult with a job, living in the beetlejuice house. Fine for 16+ but bear in mind the POV of character for this fic.

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Notes: written for fem reader. Fem pet names.

Type: oneshot

Genre: hurt/comfort

Length: short/medium? Idk word count

Warnings: not sure if any are needed. Some suggestive comments on Bee's part.

Barely proofread.

Do not steal my work or copy and post anywhere else.

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The clock was still chiming as you walked in the door to the house, the bird popped in and out of the clock but the sequence had ended a moment later as you ditched your shoes and bag by the door for a later, more tired you that would remember it right before bed. The house was depressingly quiet, not like you had expected any different. It was just you after all. Well...you and one annoying ghost.

The aged wallpaper seemed greyer than usual and it only provoked your want to rip it off and put up a new pattern. You loved the house and how it was originally decorated but it was in need of some T.L.C. which was something you had the money for but not the time. Your frame slouched as you shuffled over to the couch and sat down on the edge, you knew why it was quiet.

After an argument yesterday about Bee always being around and in your space, especially when you had friends round or the odd date, you had selfishly made him disappear. You had been so frustrated that you said his name three times just to get him off your back but now you felt guilty. It was something that had plagued your mind all day. Nagging at you. You took a breath and rubbed your face, sighing before you spoke quietly to yourself.

"I'm such an ass. He was an ass first. But...still."

You didn't know if you should summon him, to do so would only to be for your own gain. To get some form of comfort. Because you had no one else. Not right now. You would be selfish to. You knew that. So you sat there alone, flicking the TV on though you barely watched it. You couldn't help but think about what Bee had told you over the last couple of years. How he married and it didn't work out. How he helped the couple who lived here before and was let down. And he had helped you. Albeit for a deal. But you had kept up your end of the deal until yesterday. And even still, without asking or without expecting anything he had helped you out with much more than you deserved. He kept an eye on you. Made sure you were taken care of when you got home even though he would act like he wasn't doing it for you and it was just out of boredom.

And you had sent him away. All because, what? You didn't like that he called out the new friends you made who said things they shouldn't have? Because the dates you brought home did something that made you uncomfortable? Did you really get annoyed with him because he looked out for you and you were too stubborn to realise it?

How could you summon him for your own comfort after that? You couldn't. It would be an asshole move. You knew that. So you sat in your own pathetic guilt for the evening. You heated up a meal you had made and frozen earlier in the week, it was a lousy meal without your usual dining experience. The reruns of shows didn't seem as funny as they usually did either. You sighed heavily and tried to power through your dinner but suddenly you didn't feel hungry anymore. The day was was feeling heavier by the minute and you contemplated just having a shower and going to bed.

You forced yourself from your spot on the couch and threw the rest of your meal away before placing your dirty dishes in the sink. You'd do that later. Tomorrow. You didn't really have the energy to care in that moment.

You convinced yourself that maybe getting an early night would be best. Then you'd have a longer weekend if you didn't sleep in. You were lying to yourself that you'd get a good night's sleep. You put your shoes away on the rack and lazily placed your bags up against the wall. It was good enough to not be a trip hazard later at least. It felt like you were dragging your body up the stairs but your mind was elsewhere, the pesky thoughts of how lonely it must be for Bee. He was probably up in the tiny model graveyard. That's where he had been before.

Sure, Bee had said some nasty things too yesterday. A slur of names. Theoretical accusations too. But you had still sent him back to where ever he had been before. You could've just gone to bed or the bathroom. Out of respect he kept out of those places unless, for whatever reason, you called for him while there. You had other options and you still picked to say his name three times. What a dick move.

Those thoughts swam in circles in your mind as you wandered into your bedroom, your dazed mind barely able to figure out your next move. You showered and pulled on your worn shirt that had transitioned from outerwear to comfy bed top which was paired with a pair of shorts from a set but you had lost the shirt to it years ago. A strange combination that was quite normal for you now.

You climbed into bed, the sheets were fresh as you had fallen asleep on the couch yesterday, a strangely nice surprise that you welcomed. Freshly clean, comfy clothes, you should've felt content and ready for sleep and yet you stared out the window numbly. You laid there, waiting for sleep set in, waiting for your eyes to grow tired but it seemed your mind was far too determined for that. You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment.

"Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice." And you waited.

And waited some more.

But there was just silence.

You opened your eyes and still the room was empty. Until you looked over at the door frame where the pale man in a striped suit was leaning. His eyes on his hands as he picked at his nails before crossing him arms. He looked less than pleased.

"Well, thank ya for lettin' me out, toots. Nice t'know ya need me." His words were anything but sweet this time. The sarcastic poison dripped from his words. The tone just made you sink back into bed without a retort unlike you usually would.

"I'm sorry I sent you away. I shouldn't of. You can have free reign of the house. I'm getting an early night anyway..." Your voice was quiet. Defeated. Bee seemed to notice and instead of his usual mocking manner, he moved around to the empty side of the bed and sat down.

"Doll, ya really think bein' put in time out for a day is gunna do much t'me? I'm a ghost! A day's nothin'." You watched as he exclaimed and moved to get comfortable on the bed; sat up against the pillows and the headboard, his legs crossed at the ankles.

"I don't know...I promised I wouldn't. I made a deal and I broke it. Like the people here did before...I thought you'd hate me." You hated the whole 'woe is me' confession but it still needed to be said.

You heard a snort and glanced up to see Bee looking out the window before shifting his eyes onto you.

"Hate ya? C'mon. Ya think I could hate ya for that? Annoyed? Sure. Ready t'make the rest of ya life a livin' hell? Definitely. But it'd take more than that t'make me hate you, sweetcheeks"

You sighed and shifted under the blankets, you felt a little relieved but still also felt bad for what you did.

"Do you think..." Your words trailed off.

"Do I think what, Toots?"

"Do you think you could stay here tonight? Just until I fall asleep anyway..."

"Oh? You're invitin' me to sleep with ya?" You watched as his annoying smirk grew.

"Bee. Fine. Get out. I'll sleep by myself." You stated as you turned away from the man. Your back now facing him.

"Hey- hey- hey-! I'll behave. I promise! I'll just lay 'ere. Like a statue! See!" You heard his voice desperately pipe up.

"Put some pyjamas on then. No shoes on the bed." You mumbled as you rolled back over onto your other side, watching as Beetlejuice got up and change into striped pyjamas with a cloud of smoke. He did a little show of jazz hands for added affect.

"Ta-da-! How'd I look? Sleek? Sexy? Seducing?" His words drawn out while he posed for each word.

"Just get in the damn bed, Bee. Before I change my mind." Rolling your eyes at the theatrics.

You watched as he scrambled to get under the covers and shifted closer to you. And closer still until you stopped him.

"Don't push your luck, Juice." Your words earned a groan. You closed your eyes and tried to settle, laying in silence for a while. You knew he was just pretending to sleep so you'd feel comfortable. You peeked up and scooted closer until you were nearly against his chest. Perhaps this was too close. You tried to back away but you found Bee's arm over your waist.

"Don't try t'run away now, Sweets." His voice was low and gravelly but he still spoke in a softer voice than usual.

You huffed a little but didn't move away again. You didn't speak for a moment. You just laid silently, eyes on Bee's chest though you were lost in thought.

"Work got the better of ya today"

"I never said that."

"Ya don't have'ta"

"Great. Glad to know you can tell I hate my job."

"I can tell ya tired, Dollface. Its'all I meant"

His words were strangely comforting. He was trying at least.

"Stop tryna be s'tough and lemme help ya"

He was right. Usually after a bad day you'd cling to him and watch some stupid show. But now you were in bed. A place he wasn't ever allowed before. This felt...different.

You sighed and snuggled up to him like you usually would on the couch, you felt his arms tighten around you before one moved up to the back of your head, his fingers gently running through your hair.

"I'll be 'ere, Doll. I ain't got anywhere else t'go anyway. Or maybe we could get things heated up if ya cold-"

"Beetlejuice."

"Alright- just layin' here. Like a statue."

You soon started to drift off to his familiar touch. His arm holding you close and his fingers massaging your scalp, it lulled you into a deep sleep. It had you questioning whether you should invite Bee to bed more often.

[logan-the-artist]

Beetlejuice!Remus?

ain’t it the sweetest noise in town?!

[potofglee]

At least he's happy

[thebekashow]

more Beetlejuice Dexter (old fashion edition!)

the silly <3

[a-paperboxgozilla]

[ghxstlly]

Follow the leader!

All my AU Fears on their way to go check out a botanical garden or something idk

[eggofthefish]

Beetlejuice AU i've been working my peanut brain on, this is some concept for it. Bruce and Brandy are Charles and Delia, they're not (?) Branch's parents still a brother relation, but they adopted after Branch lost his caretaker (Gma rosie ded fr). Still working on logistics, im not rlly smart. Viva and Clay I'm pretty sure are gonna be the Maitlands. This au isnt gonna be a one to one with Beetlejuice, but heavily inspired at least! Idk if I'm gonna focus TOO much on it, but I wanted to share my brain fart anyway.

[clowntrickery08]

Beetlejuice swap au 💀

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(Beetlejuice AU)

*as early as childhood Adam Kadmon could see the dead, it wasn’t some whimsical little gift, it was horrifying because he could also see how they died as well, it was traumatic for a five year old to see someone who was missing half of his head because it was blown off by a shotgun, even with therapy, no one could explain why he claimed to see the dead, at this point Adam was 22 years old and his mother Sera had decided to move to a small town with her new wife an eccentric artist named Rosie, even though both Adam and Emily had graduated from college, they decided to help them move in, Adam stood in the yard wearing black jeans, a black shirt, a black leather jacket, black sunglasses, black combat boots, and a black straw sun hat*

Sera: Starlight, I am so happy you came to help.

Adam: Of course I would help you mom.

*Adam kissed Sera’s cheek, in the window to the attic he swore that he saw a flash of black and white, they walked in and they looked around, the house was still decorated in the style of the old occupants who were a young married couple named Moxxie and Millie who had died, though the style seemed to scream grandma and grandpa, Adam looked down to see a book by his foot*

Adam: Handbook for the Recently Deceased, do you know anything about this?

Sera: It is probably something that belonged to the old occupants of the house.

Adam: Mind if I keep it?

Sera: Not at all.

*Adam went off to flip through the book while Sera and Rosie talked of refurbishing houses like this and selling them, Adam went to the attic and lounged in a chair while flipping through the book talking of things like the Underworld, he liked the attic, it had loads of neat antiques and a model of the town as well that was quite detailed, what he didn’t know was that he was being watched*

Adam got up and looked at the model town, the amount of detail that went into it was something like a work of art. Even the little people had amazing detail.

Too bad it was probably just going to get thrown away. It was better than the weird art that Roise made. Don't get Adam wrong she was a nice lady and treated his mom dad better than his dad did, but her idea of art was weird.

Maybe the attic could be Adams bedroom? It was big enough and away from everyone else so he could have enough privacy no one would bother him unless that wanted to climb a bunch of stairs.

Adam jumped when he heard what sounded like footsteps.

Adam: Hello?

Lucifer was small enough to be in the model town, he watched Adam and pretended to be one of the figures.

Lucifer: Hey there.

Adam looked around, he was used to hearing and seeing the dead by now but that didn't make it less weird.

Adam: Whose there?

Lucifer: Down here cute stuff.

Adam looked back at the town, his eyes almost landed on Lucifer when his mom called for him.

Sera: Adam honey! Come and get your things for your room!

Adam looked away: Coming mom!

He left and Lucifer kicked at the dirt, damn it! So close.

[reniculousart]

More Beetlejuice au doods

Thanks @9haharharley1 for the fic!!!

[tornrose24]

That post about 'what if the means to come back to life were switched' plus the whole 'at least there's age appropriate fans in the TGAMM fandom (because Scratch would have standards)' inspired this. LOL.

The wedding dress design was inspired by an already existing wedding dress (because I couldn't pull off the movie or musical wedding dress) that looked very Tim Burton-esque. And one pose is taken directly from the sequel film. (Don't worry, nothing spoilery about that one if you haven't seen the film yet.)

[mossthegoblinart]

Pirate AU, bitches!!!! Only the best for my lil guys <3