-It's Showtime- Beetlejuice x Reader !Completed!

2025

Hey uh... Surprise?

So... It's been like six years since my brain fully vomited this fic into the world. When I wrote this, I genuinely did not think anyone would read this- let alone still be clicking this dusty link in the big 25'. If you're still here (somehow??) or just now arriving: hello, ily! Welcome to my wee emo lad brain from middle school!

And yes, I was not in fact in high school... or just whatever age I said I was, you know... like a liar. A middle schooler with WAY too much free time, wifi, and expansive Beetlejuice brain rot. Which reflecting, is the reason why this story is weirdly paced, cringe, and just overall "???".

Even though I don't write fanficiton anymore, I'm still a very passionate writer. This mess I called a story? It was one of the biggest sparks that made me fall in love with writing, and with storytelling in general.

I just really came back to say thank you. Some of you might be thinking, "Wait, didn't you update the bio a year ago? Why not say all this then?" And honestly? I don't know. I didn't have the words (I still really don't). But I do know this: you all gave me something really special. Something so memorable to look back on with such a weird, cringy fondness.

I literally talk about this fic like I wrote a damn New York Times bestseller. I brag about it. It's been turned into an inside joke. All because it still weirdly means so much to me.

So yeah... This isn't a new chapter. Just a ghost from the past checking in. Thank you for reading. Thank you for commenting. For screaming with me, and at me at times (yes I still go back and read new comments sometimes 😛). You all made my younger self feel like a true writer.

Stay weird chat.
Love ya!