Who Hurt You?
A little Greaser Beetlejuice x Reader with soft greaserjuice vibes cause I’m a self-indulgent little fuck lmao.
Just as a heads up, this is a little more angsty than I normally go, and like, slight blood.
Ok, here we go!
Your ears we’re still ringing. It was a rough night. It was a rough fight. And all you wanted was to go home. You walked through the door, and almost smiled as you saw your boyfriend, his back turned to you. he heard you come in and smiled as he turned around. “hey babes! You’re h-“ He paled as he saw your state. Battered and bruised with blood still dribbling from your mouth. You tried to smile, you just couldn’t force it. “Hey Beej…”
His hair turned a fiery red as he rushed to you, holding your head in his hands. He tilted your head up so he could get a better look. Deep purpled pulsed through his red hair. It broke his heart. It made him furious. Who the fuck did this to his perfect angel? Who in the hell hurt his breather? Who did they think they fucking were?!
“who did this to you?” he said through clenched teeth, his thumb brushing the blood from your mouth. You shook your head. “it doesn’t matter Beej-“ “yes it does!” he snapped. “it matters Y/N! who hurt you?!” You shook your head slightly harder. “It doesn’t matter Beej! I don’t even know their name! I don’t-“ you broke off, biting your swollen lip and hiding your face in his striped shirt.
The fire dimmed from the demons eyes and the purple begun to over take his colorful hair. He held you tighter, grabbing his leather jacket from the couch to wrap you in it. Why wasn’t he there? He should have been there. It was his fault. “just hold me right now… please” you whispered, breaking him from his thoughts.
“Of course, Doll” he mumbled, leading you to the couch and holding you close, pulling you into his lap. He kissed the top of your head. “what happened?” you sighed. “well, one moment everything was fine. I was drinking at the bar. And then there was yelling. And shit got really real really fast and a giant bar fight broke out. Everyone was yelling and screaming and fuck…it got broken up when the cops came.”
He shook his head. You could feel his grip on you tighten. “fuck babes…I’m sorry. I should have been there.” You shook your head. “there’s no way you could have known…” you mumbled, running your hands through his now blue hair. He sighed. “I’m just glad you’re ok.” He said, moving you off him and getting the first aid kit.
He came back and started patching you up. Cleaning your busted lip and icing your black eye. He chuckled. “Its crazy babes. Only you can make a busted face look sexy” he joked. It worked, it made you laugh. “Glad you think so bug.” You cooed, brining the blush to his cheeks with the old nickname. “want some hot coco?” he asked. You nodded. “more than anything.” He nodded, kissing your forehead. He went to the kitchen, and a few minuets later came back with 2 mugs of hot coco, topped with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. He really went all out.
He settled back down on the couch and hugged you, giving you your drink. He noticed you had already turned on the outsiders. “Fuck babes, you really wanna make me cry tonight, huh?” he teased, putting his arm around you. You shrugged and snuggled into his side. “Hey, it’s not every day I get to see your soft side. You know I’m gonna make the most of it.” You chuckled. He did too.
He was glad to see you ok, and to know you we’re going to be ok. If he ever found that bastard that did this to you, but for now, he just needed to be there for his favorite girl. “you always make me soft” he mumbled, “It’s cause I love you so much.” That did it. That brought a full smile to your face. Well, as full as you could manage in your state. “I love you too Lawrence.”