(COMPLETED)Various X F!Reader One Shots

Body Image(Musical!Beetlejuice X Reader)

Rewrite two out of two.

He's so out of character in this, good God. Why do you guys even like my stuff?

More importantly, why am I even asking that question?

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-Reader's P.O.V.-

Negative thoughts about my body were swimming through my mind like fish and my anxiety acted like red 40. I had been working on my body image for the past few months and progress was definitely made; until today, at least. I knew healing wasn't linear, but I didn't expect my progress to tank this bad.

I left the bathroom with a deep sigh and went to the kitchen. I resisted the urge to feed myself as little as possible while making dinner. I retreated to the living room while the Italian sausage cooked. 25 minutes later, I was eating spaghetti and sausage while ignoring my anxiety. The full feeling afterwards wasn't helping. After doing the dishes, I settled down on the couch and set up Skyrim on my Switch to my TV.

While talking to Sheogorath, his suit became patterned with black and white stripes. Beetlejuice's voice came from the Daedric God instead of the God's own insane voice. "Psst."

"Really, Bee?" I said.

"What? He's literally me in another universe. It's perfect. However, the only way to get your game back to broken is to say the magic word. Even though it's already glitched to shit, so it's not like you needed my help to make it worse," he said.

"Can you say the magic word?" I countered.

"Mommy~," he purred.

"Beetlejuice," I scolded. "You know what I'm talking about. You do this every time."

"And every time gets funnier," he smirked.

"Bee, I'm not in the mood, okay?" I sighed.

"Do I have to scare someone?" he asked.

"No," I replied.

"Killjoy," he said.

"Beetlejuice," I said firmly.

"Okay, okay. Babes, sweetness, my pretty little honeybee, will you please say my name?" he asked.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice," I chanted with a small smile at the pet names.

Beetlejuice appeared in front of me in a cloud of green smoke. "Yeah, I'm definitely feeling something here. If you don't want me to get back at anyone and you're not mad at me, what's wrong? You were so happy and now you're all bummed out and shit. Are you sure I don't have to get revenge for you?" He sat next to me.

"Yes, I'm sure and it's because of me. You know how I've been working on my body image lately?" I asked as he pulled me to him.

"Yeah. You look hot in crop tops," he blurted.

"They say healing isn't a straight line and I can vouch for that. I was doing so good yesterday, but I feel like shit today. I hate my stomach and no matter how healthy I eat, I can't lose any more weight. It doesn't help that I'm not very restrictive regarding sugar and stuff," I vented.

"Babes, you look perfect the way you are. Fuck, I'm heavier than you and you don't have a problem with it," he reasoned. He then got up. "Meet me in the bathroom." He disappeared before I could protest.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I walked in to be met with Beetlejuice sitting on the toilet seat. He closed the door behind me with a snap of his fingers. He stood.

"Strip," he gently commanded.

"Jesus, and you call me blunt," I deadpanned. "You better not try anything, Beetlejuice. I'm surprised you're a ghost and not an incubus."

"Yeah, I feel like I really should have been an incubus," he agreed. "I won't try anything. Please, babes?"

"Okay, fine," I caved then stripped. My clothes were now in a pile by my feet.

Beetlejuice got behind me and with his hands on my shoulders, he turned me to face the mirror. He hugged me from behind with a hand on my stomach and his other arm hooked around me. "We look so hot as a couple."

I snorted. "Wow."

"You wanna know what I see? I see a sexy, hot, beautiful, cute, gorgeous breather in my arms," he smiled slyly.

I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Great start."

"You clearly don't see what I see. What's wrong with a little chub?" he said.

"It'd be different if I hadn't been insecure about my stomach since I was younger. The earliest I remember being insecure was middle school if not earlier. If it wasn't crippling, it was always on my mind. I was always aware of how big my stomach was. How big it is," I explained.

"Do you have any medical shit that's because of your weight?" he asked.

"No," I said.

"Are you overweight?" he continued.

"No. I actually lost ten pounds, so I'm technically underweight," I replied. "According to Google, at least."

"Even fucking better. Now you can't blame your weight," he chimed.

"It's not weight. It's how it looks," I told him.

The hand on my stomach began gently groping and feeling my flesh. "How it looks? Babes, you have the body of a literal Goddess. The body of Aphrodite herself. So what if your belly's soft? You want an opinion from someone who isn't you? I'll give you a fucking opinion."

"Which is?" I coaxed.

"I wanna do nothing but worship this body for the rest of my afterlife. I'm honored to be in the presence of your beauty every day," he said. His hands began roaming my torso and all over my stomach and waist. "You. Look. Fucking. Gorgeous. You are gorgeous. Every part of you. Your tummy, your legs, your tits, everything. You're fucking hot and you shouldn't let your insecurities get the best of you. Your belly is my second favorite part of you."

"What's your favorite?" I asked.

"Your eyes," he replied. "They're what attracted me to you in the first place."

I couldn't help but smile. "Really?

"Yep," he smiled. "They're so hypnotic and entrancing." He kissed my cheek. "I love your body and if I love it, you should, too. Hell, you need your tummy to protect your organs. And to act as a pillow for my head."

I giggled softly at the last part. "Fair."

"Wait, I have an idea," he blurted. He snapped his fingers.

I was suddenly dressed in a black and white striped blazer over a purple button-down and matching striped dress pants. My eyes widened a little at the sudden boost of body confidence.

"Damn, I look hot," I blurted.

"You look sexy in anything, but fuck, babes. Stripes do something to me," he smirked then placed a long kiss on my cheek.

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I'm coming up with a clone idea.

As always, embrace your weirdness and I'll see you in the next one shot.

- The Self Shipping Weirdo