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“Tell me about ‘em?” Beetlejuice asks stroking your hair. You groaned into his bare chest, you had woken up from yet another nightmare and while he didn’t need to sleep he still laid with you, some nights like tonight, involved a little bit more than cuddles and a movie. A lot more actually, there were times you did not know how much of it was comfort and how much of it was him trying to literally fuck your ex out of your life. No matter how many times you assured him it was long over.

“Beej, no, come on sweetie, I told you, it was a long time ago.” You soothed.

“No, babe, I know, believe me I know all that,” he grumbled kissing your shoulder. “It’s just I can’t help but think, ‘how bad was it that a demon is an upgrade for you?’ You won’t hurt me doll, I know you’re all mine,”

“It’s just,” you try to explain. “It’s not like they hit me,”

“Yeah my mom didn’t either,” he argued. “They sure did enough to scare you,”

“I’m fine,” you told him, sitting up getting your clothes.

“You’re not, my girl,” he maintained, touching your arm. “You won’t have all these nightmares if you did,”

“They were…,” you began. “It was just a bunch of little things, you know? Death by a thousand paper cuts.” You tried to chuckle. Trying not to say how they hovered, watched you do everything, and nothing was ever good enough. Your clothes were “stupid”, your hobbies were “lame”, your job was “pointless” and everyone who thought differently than them was “extra” and “pretentious”. “It was pulling teeth to get them to just say something nice,”

They would casually throw out brief comments, every time you spent any time with them they were on their phone, never leaving the phone face up when asked about it it was “none of your business”. Eventually, after five years you snuck out under the guise of going to work out. So you stayed with your cousin Lydia, and her friend. A lovely ghost named Beetlejuice, who surprised you every single day.

Try as hard as he might, he never could scare you, you nice looked at him and put an end to all of his attempts.

“Do better Casper,” you joked. “A little bump in the night doesn’t phase me any,”

Beetlejuice fell in love with you instantly. It was easy to be with him, he protected you, he made you laugh, not that it matters but the sex was unbelievable.

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this?” He asked into your hair, once you gave him an abridged version, as he soothingly rubbed your back.

“I,” you tried. “I just wanted to put it behind me,”

“I understand sugar,” he said, mercifully dropping it, “Fuck do you look good,”

“Oh, you need round 2 already?” you joked as he nuzzled your neck. He answered by snaking his hand between your legs, your pussy instantly awakening at his touch. He gave a primal growl in your ear as you reacted to his fingers. The bastard, he knew it drove you completely up a wall whenever he did that. “Lawrence…”

What you did not know was while you in the shower the next day your computer kept beeping,

unknown number: hey

Unknown number: you done cooling off?

Unknown number: call me.

If Beetlejuice’s blood was still moving, it would have been boiling. He closed your computer as you finished getting ready. Kissed you goodbye, and watched you go on your way. That night, he paid the little charmer a visit.

“What are you?” The kid stammered. Beetlejuice loomed over him and bared his teeth. “What the fuck are you?!”

“Shut up, it’ll help you later, I will not hurt you,” he seethed. “You can thank her for that, if it were up to me you would filleted on your fucking roof for what you did to her,” he growled. “But hey gotta keep the little lady happy, right? You wouldn’t know anything about that would you?”

“Her, who?!”

“Y/n,” the kid's face went pale white at the sound of your name. “Yeah. I know all about you. Thought you would get a good look at the upgrade.”  They swallowed hard at the word upgrade. He could feel his hair getting Scarlet red as his form got back to what he considered “normal”. “She got a real one now, so tell me,” said Beetlejuice, hooking one sharp nail on the kid's jugular. “Did she call you ‘daddy’ too?” You had never called him daddy in all the times you had fucked, but if it made this kid get all squirmy, then he would tell him everything. “No? That’s too bad,” with a flick of his wrist a noose appeared around the kid's neck. He lit a cigarette and took a seat on the gaming chair. “This is cool, it rocks back and forth, I should take this with me, put her in my lap have her ride me in this thing. Betcha, that’s gotta feel incredible. Follow up question, when she comes back from a bad day what do you put on first? Big Mouth or Bob’s Burgers?” he snapped his fingers, causing your ex, to float up to the ceiling still with the slackened noose. “Let’s play hangman! What am I thinking? Guess the word!” 

“YOU SAID YOU WEREN’T GOING TO HURT ME!”

“You’re not hurt,” he answered back distractedly. “She said you were a little bitch, but I didn’t think,” he let out a puff of smoke. Shaking his head, almost disappointed at how easy it was.  “it’s too easy to scare you, breathers these days are so fucking weak, answer me this charmer, when you would eat her out, did she giggle too? Did you make her laugh when she came? Did you ever make her come at all?” He tightened the noose and your ex flailed. “Shut up, you’ll choke yourself out dumbass, you know who likes to be choked? My little princess back home, who you tortured. Who you hurt I can’t have anyone doing that to her. The only one who should make her scream at night is me, but I hate to brag.”

“What do you want?!” Your Ex tried to scream out.

“I want you to face her,” he said, that was your cue to come out of the shadows. He put his arms around you from behind, dropping his chin to your shoulder. ‘You can do this, baby,’ he whispered into your hairline.

“Y-you wanted me to come back,” you said, wishing he would do the voice trick where he spoke in your voice. But he wouldn’t. You needed to do this yourself. “I wanted a lot of things too, you know, you told me I asked too much of you, I wanted too much from you, and all I wanted was basic fucking respect. I was never good enough, it was always something.” Now you were on a roll.

“Tell em babes,”

“You tortured me, you hurt me, you did everything you could to make me feel small and miserable. Well, fuck you too. The day I left was the smartest thing I have ever done. You call me again,” the rage rose from your throat. “And I will make sure you never speak again,”

“Can I rip the tongue out babes?”

“Not this time, my darling,” he kissed your cheek. “Now, let them go, please,”  Beetlejuice walked up to your ex, and handed over a pocket knife.

“Cut your own self out,” he grumbled. Turning back to you, you reached for him.

“Can we go home now?” You asked, pouting. “I’m bored, Daddy,”

“Let’s go, my girl.” He said. “Wait!” he said, shocking you both. Beetlejuice turned around, grab the gaming chair, and scurried back to you. 

“I am never calling you that again,” you joked as you were out of earshot.