This chapter is dedicated to my new writer bestie (TM) @BigTiddy_GothGf who has inspired me to start this story. Some of you may have traveled from their story, and to the newcomers, welcome! Anyways, enjoy it! <3

I had only known Beej for two hours at this point. He became progressively more flirty with me as time went on. Usually, I would brush this off and assume he was desperate, which don't get me wrong, he was. "Hey Y/N~" He would purr. "What." I deadpanned. "Why don't you say my name three times cutie? I swear I'll give you something in return~" The last part made me raise my eyebrow. "Like what..?" My tone of voice was not one I was proud of, annoyance. "I won't kill you and remove you from this house, only if you say my name though." He added the last part as a reassurance to me saying his name. In the two hours of knowing Beej, I had learned that he was a bio-exorcist demon, which meant he was to rid the living from certain properties. Although he certainly seemed more like an incubus with his flirtatious manner. "Fine, I'll say it." I rolled my eyes as he jumped up in excitement. 

"Beetlejuice."

"Yes..."

"Beetlejuice."

"Yes!"

"B-"

"Please be true, please be true, please be true-"

"-itchface."

"Oh come on!" Beetlejuice threw his hands up in exasperation. "Awe did someone hurt your feelings?" He turned around and glared at me harshly. Maybe the baby voice wasn't a good idea to use on a demon. "Listen here Beej, you're going to have to convince me to say your name. I don't just do things without reason." I explained to him. "Y/N, why the hell do you have to be so fucking sexy when you explain things?" And there he was, back to his typical playful tone of speech. I hummed in amusement. "There's the Beej and I know and hate!" An unforgivably smug smirk found it's way to my lips. His eyes lit up like a blooming flower in spring. "You know me?" Beej teased me, a warm smile on his face. Lightly punching his shoulder we both started to laugh. "You know Beej, you aren't that bad," I admitted to him. "However, you do have your moments." "Hey!" He yelled at me acting like he was offended. Dramatically he put his hand over his chest. "I thought we were friends Y/N! I thought that we were gonna be besties!" He wiped his hand over his eye acting like he was crying. "Shh, it's okay buddy, you just gotta accept that you're a rat-man." He started to laugh uncontrollably and laid down on the couch. 

"Can I at least be your rat-man?" He asked with a curious tone. "Sure thing, my little rat-man." I mocked him. Beetlejuice gasped in an over-dramatic way. "I am not that short!" While trying to defend himself he fell off the couch. "Yo Beej are you okay?" I asked I was concerned with him. "Yeah yeah, I'm dead stop worrying." He stood up and brushed off his suit. "Wait, babes, you were worrying?" A gasp escaped his lips breathlessly as he ran up to me with big doe eyes. I scoffed and looked away. "Y/N." He said, grabbing onto my wrist in the process. "I didn't know you could care! Oh, this is a newfound discovery! You care! You do!" His face lit up with a goofy smile. Was he this excited over my concern? Or was it all just exaggerated? He looked back at me noticing that I was staring into space. "Hey... Y/N are you okay?" He raised an eyebrow as he studied me. 

I felt like I was going to throw up. I felt trapped in my skin. Honestly, it was odd that I was even still breathing. Death was what I expected. But no, I was just having a panic attack. I don't know what triggered it though. My vision was blurred and sounds were muffled. Clear as day I could hear Beetlejuice asking me if I was okay, which I wasn't. I wanted to scream and shout for help, but nothing came out. This feeling was all too familiar. From the lack of hearing and vision to the rapid thumping of my heart. Soon though I knew that it would all stop, that I would wake from this nightmare. If anyone could stop it, it would be me. Frantically I said: "Beetlejuice, this is going to sound weird but right now I need comfort." My words were mumbled and quickly spoken. I could make out the mystified look on Beej's face. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to his cold body. My breathing started to steady itself. The crawling under my skin came to a stop. Arms and legs began to compose themselves. Suddenly I felt safe, safe in a dead man's embrace. 

I pulled away after I had calmed down. "I'm sorry you had to witness that." I winced at how cold my voice sounded. "No no no, it's fine babes, I'm sorry that ever happened to you!" His eyes dilated, he probably thought he did something wrong. "Beetlejuice, listen, don't hand me your pity. I'm kinda glad you were here though, if you weren't it would've lasted longer." I gave a small nod towards his way. He sniffled quietly and I perked up. "Beej, w-were you crying?" I cringed because of the stutter, Beej just looked away sadly. "I've only known you for three hours and I don't know why I care about you! I'm meant to be getting rid of you!" His voice cracked a bit. I blinked in disbelief. "Ghosts and ghouls PAY me to kill humans off, to free their households of pesky humans! And here I am getting attached to one!" Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, and his hair turned a deep violet. It was oddly beautiful, but I knew that it was unusual. I reached for him, I didn't want to watch him hurt anymore. Even if I had only known him for three hours I had somehow grown used to him and his ways. Our fingers intertwined as he crashed into me, his face buried in my shoulder. "It's going to be okay, I'm not going to get rid of you just yet." He pulled his head from me and locked his eyes with mine. "Thank you..." His voice was just above a whisper. 

Beetlejuice had passed out in my arms. I wanted to move, but couldn't move him because of how peaceful he looked. He snored softly. I was okay with this, it felt nice having someone feel safe in my arms. It had only been five hours of us knowing each other, but I knew that we were probably going to be great friends. Light from the sun setting flickered in. The night was almost here, and I had to make food because, you know, I'm human. I shook Beej lightly. A grumble sounded from him. "Beej, come on I gotta get up and make dinner," I spoke gently. "And if you don't get up then I'm throwing you off." The threat was said with a playful intonation. His body shuffled and he sat up, wiping the tiredness from his eyes. "Mornin' sleeping beauty," I said sarcastically. "Beauty huh?" His voice was deeper and raspier, kinda hot not gonna lie. 

As I was trying to make something to eat Beej kept flirting with me the entire time. "Heyo buddy I'm gonna need you to stop so I can cook, otherwise you don't get any." He scrambled to my side. "Please don't! I swear I'll stop telling the truth!" He pleaded. I was tempted to smack him across the face as a joke, but then the water started to come to a boil. Quickly I dumped the box of noodles in. I covered the pan with its lid and set a timer for six minutes. "Do you want any pasta?" Why would he even want any? He's dead. "You bet babes! It's been a while since I've had a meal." He admitted. So I guess he didn't need to eat, but he wanted to? "If you want some then you've gotta chip in, why not start cooking the meat for the sauce?" I suggested. He nodded and went to the fridge to grab the small block of lean beef. Then he carelessly tossed it into a pan and put it on the stove. "This is embarrassing, but how does this work exactly?" Shyness dripped from him. Cute. 

It took forever, but finally, we had made spaghetti. Beetlejuice being himself, devoured the plate. The actual plate, glass and all. My eye twitched as I watched him. "What, did you want the plate back?" He offered. I felt my eyes widen. "Oh hell no, you can keep it." I gagged at the thought. He shrugged. "If you say so babes, anyways I'm stealing your bed." He stood up from his seat and made his way towards the stairs. A little bit later I finished my meal and washed my plate. I walked up and into my room to find Beej curled up under the covers. Like a creep, I watched him for a couple of seconds. Then I made the executive decision to curl up as the big spoon. It took a bit to adjust, but eventually, I got comfortable. 

"Big spoon, huh babes?"

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Bit of a longer chapter for you guys! It's only 100 words more, but seriously @BigTiddy_GothGf I love ya <33 ALSO I'M SORRY BEEJ IS OOC IT'S JUST I FEEL LIKE HE'S SECRETLY AN EMOTIONAL WRECK AND UHHHH-

Word count: 1600 exactly!