#fuck dude this one's reaaaal crusty

[prettyboypistol]

The First Meeting || Keatlejuice x M!Reader Part 1

if your first(and only) ex-girlfriend was to be believed, you were the worst boyfriend ever. You were in a slump when a flittering paper in the wind slapped you in the face. Great, even the world hated you now. You took a look at the advertisement and cringed a little bit.

"Now Introducing: The Ghost with The Most Escort Services! Now accepting male clientele because my bitch of an ex-wife and my most recent attempt at a marriage failed- so yeah, that put me off women for a while. To call, just dial 666-666-6666 and ask for Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!"

That was the weirdest flyer you've ever seen, but it got a kick out of you. What the hell kind of secret code was Beetlejuice supposed to mean, anyway? Was it some drug thing? Whatever. It didn't matter. What did matter was getting your ass to the bar to drink off the breakup that happened not an hour prior.

When you came to the next day, there was a gross, creepy, crusty man sleeping next to you in your bed- with his suit and shoes on mind you! and the night's memories locked behind a pounding hangover.

"Up already, dollface?" The man muttered in his grumbly voice. You jolted out of bed and ignored how your body protested at the sudden movement, adrenaline flooding your system.

"Who the hell are you?!" You shouted- a little too loudly- as you then heard your next-door neighbor slam on the wall to tell you to quiet down.

"I'm your escort, hear to make you scream my name a minimum of three times." The man responded sarcastically as he rolled onto his side and propped his head up against his hand. "Listen boss, I'm not used to doin' the do with dudes, so you'll have to excuse the lack of decorum."

"I- I'm not gonna have sex with you!"

"You seemed to be really excited last night sugarpecs. Beggin' me to get over here and show you the "good stuff"."

Oh god. You called the number.

You probably were drunkenly looking for some weird drugs to try in your stupor.

"I don't want your stupid drugs! What the hell even is Beetlejuice?"

"Say it again." The man responded, deathly quiet as his pupils dialated.

"Beetlejuice?"

His breath caught.

"One more time, baby."

"Ew. Hell no. Get the fuck out of my house!"

As you grabbed the previously-welcome guest by his suit lapels and dragged him towards the door, you realized that it didn't feel like you were dragging another man. You looked at him, then down to his feet. He was FLOATING?!

"What the fuck..?"

"You really didn't read before you called, did you wise guy? Does "Ghost with the Most" ring a bell? Huh? Anythin'?"

"Ugh- kinda? Sorry- I'm too hungover for this... Can you explain things in like, a few hours?"

"I mean sure, after all, I'm countin' on you for something reaaaal special soon enough."

[necrothezma]

“  A legendary black dragon known only as Fatalis. Rumored to have destroyed a kingdom in a single night, and has taken its castle for a roost. “                                      Fatalis - The Black Dragon