My breather.
Beetlejuice x Reader
My Beetlejuice Masterlist
“Bye Beej, I’m going out-“ I began opening the front door, only for it to slam shut. I was spun into Beetlejuice’s arms, as if we were dancing. “Where ya going, Toots?” He offered a flirtatious grin. “Out.” I replied, attempting to struggle out of his *monstrously*, strong grip. “With who?” He only held me tighter. “Friends- Beetlejuice, you’re hurting me!” I tried to pry his, grabby hands, away.
“What friends?” He asked through gritted teeth, putting emphasis, on the word: ‘friends’. “Just some people from work, for God’s sake Lawrence I can’t breathe!” He didn’t listen to my complains. “What people from work?” He pushed me against the door, grip only on my wrists now. “Mary, Carrie, Lucinda-” He hummed with each name. “Terrance, and Mitch.” I said quickly, and quietly. “Terrance?” He creased his brows. “Don’t he like you?” I just shrugged.
“Look, beej I gotta go I’m going to be late-” I tried, wiggling my wrists. “I don’t care. You hardly spent any time with me this week.” He pouted, holding me close again. “I don’t know what your problem is, it’s not like where together, Bee.” He gave me a shocked, and almost; hurt look. That’s when there was a knock at the door. BJ pushed me behind him, as I caressed my bruising wrists.
He looked back at me. “It’s showtime.” He winked. The door was opened, and there stood Terrance Heggins. I saw the green hair, go straight to red, his irises burning with a hellish fire. And his body disintegrated into thousands of tiny little spiders, scurrying towards the helpless man at the front door, his eyes wide with shock. The spiders’ fangs full on show, desperate to torture him in tiny poisonous bites.
I rolled my eyes, stepped over all the little legs, and closed the door before any for the undead-arachnids could escape. “Sorry about him.” I said, shaking my head. Terrence just nodded, mouth a-gape. “Did you-“ “Yes I saw that. Close your mouth you’ll get spiders in it.” I joked, but the guy seemed traumatised by the whole event. I mean, I couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t very day, that you encountered a demon.
*Third Person*
Beetlejuice stood staring at the door, of which his love had just left from. Dumbfounded. Speechless for the first time ever. He spoke to himself, if (Y/n) wasn’t around to hear him. But this was a whole other level. And he was going to summoned ever trick from the depths of the netherworld, to ruin this day.
**
“Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice.” Lydia rolled her eyes as she summoned the demon to a theme-park downtown. “Thanks Lyds.” He said, appearing in front of her, in a ball of his own smoke. “I owe ya one!” He shouted, as he disappeared once more, with the snap of his fingers. “HEY! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET ME A RIDE HOME!” She shouted after the undead being, but it was no use - he was already a void of nothing.
(Y/n), and her friends enjoyed their day together. Deciding that the final ride would be the ‘haunted mine-train’.
*First Person*
I thought this was all a bit far fetched. The decorations in the queue were all a bit tacky, even though my friends were practically already shaking. But I couldn’t help but wonder, if I would be scared - if a literal demon hadn’t taken liberty inside of my home. I found myself thinking about how red his mood-ring bush of hair turned, when I told him where I was going. Or even, who, I was going with.
Beej wasn’t as bad as when Lydia introduced us. He just needed a little love, that’s all. But it was a bit shit, that the fact, that I no longer found this kind of stuff even remotely scary. ‘Pathetic! If you want to see a dead head hanging then I can go fetch ya one right now, doll!’ Beetlejuice had told me. And I was silently laughing to myself, about the previous encounter.
Even though he was a total dickhead earlier, and there was absolutely no need for his reaction. It was quite funny seeing the look on Terrence’s face, though.
No (Y/n). You’re annoyed at him.
I tried to remind myself, but the demons head was still fond in my head. That gruesome smile gracing his face.
“Please step in, to the spooktacular carriage!” The man said, in a droning voice. He looked tired, and depressed. A bit like Beetlejuice. *Hey toots, there was no reason to call me out like that!* *Shush. I’m narrating the story.* I assumed it had been a long day for him. Probably a good thing that the skeleton face paint, was making up for the doom, and gloom, on his face.
It was a six seater carriage. So I sat on the end, Terrence, and Mary beside me. Where as, the others; were situated behind the three, of us.
An evil cackle arose via the speakers, as the tracks guided us into the darkness of the ride.
*Third Person*
“It’s showtime.” Beetlejuice floated above the ride - an unmissable smirk playing at his lips, but quickly faltering - when he saw that Terry, or whatever his name was, putting his arm around her shoulder. Much to Beetlejuice’s delight, she pushed him off, as quickly as it happened.
Beetlejuice’s clicked his fingers, and his clones hovered next to him - eager for their assignment. He pointed at (Y/n), and each of their faces lit up; simultaneously, one, by, one. Their hair tinting a light shade of pink. “Fetch.”
The ride went into complete darkness, as a voice came over the speakers: “sorry folks, we’re having some technological issues, with the lights, and animatronics. Your cart will be stopped until, we can correct the problem. We are terribly sorry. Have a spooky night.” And with a crackle of a, (presumed), microphone - the voice stopped.
The group sat in silence for a few seconds, as they independently accepted their current circumstances, and awaited for the ride to start, once more.
But Beetlejuice had other plans. One, by one, the group were picked out of their seats - silenced by the hex over their mouths, and were transfixed in a single position, huddled together. Frozen, by the multiple demon’s ‘magic’. I suppose, you could call it. Until on Terrance, and (Y/n), were left.
Suddenly, Terrence lurched from his seat - and away from the rest of the group - as if they could even move. Then the clones joined (Y/n), each embracing her in the largest hug ever, at the same time.
*First Person*
Each of my work-friends, were taken from their seats. And all I could do was watch, baffled. Terrence gave me a worrisome look, before he to was extracted from the carriage. He’d encountered Beetlejuice’s shenanigans, and now this? Give him a break.
Still staring at the empty spot where he was just moments ago, unable to move, I felt a cluster of cold, and clammy hands embracing; me. I forced myself to move, and that was when I noticed the heads of green hair, tips tickled with a bright pink, and mucky suits surrounding me.
The clones.
Beetlejuice is here.
“Woah, woah! Is Beetlejuice here?” I asked one of them, and he eagerly nodded at me - nuzzling his head, into my neck. As much as I adored the attention that I was receiving from all of them, I needed to stop him, and whatever shit he was planning now.
“BEETLEJUICE!” I screamed, angrily - and the clones sat back, a scared expression etched onto their faces. The true Beetlejuice appeared in front of me, with the blink of an eye - knuckles on each hand, bloodied. He slowly settled into the seat beside him, the clone having moved - and cloud practically see the smoke pouring out of my ears.
“H-hey sweet cheeks.” He offered a crooked smile, but I caught the stutter. “What the fuck-” “No one got hurt-” He cut me off, but I wasn’t finished. “Who gave you an alibi? Your knuckles?” I cocked an eyebrow, unimpressed. He hid his hands behind me, offering a quick laugh. I shook my head at him.
“You’re gonna traumatise them all!” I swore, letting my frustrations out, on him. “It’s okay, doll!-” “Don’t doll me, Beetlejuice.” He hissed at the use of his name. He knew that he was in trouble, when I used his name. “Well, (Y/n), I can erase their memories,-” I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to finished, as he continued to stutter over his words.
“And, erm-“ He thought carefully, looking at the clones for help, who were just staring at me, cowering in their seats. “I’ll possess the conductor-” “POSSESS THE CON-” I began, before he stopped me.
“And I’ll make sure everyone thinks that this is just a part of the ride.” He closed his eyes, and protectively curled up, waiting for my reaction. “Good.” He opened an eye, with a sigh of relief - before opening the other, and returning to his normal stance.
“Fix it, Lawrence.” He nodded quickly, ordering the clones to their whereabouts, and after a few painfully long minutes, of me glaring at the real Beetlejuice, everything was as it was before his interruption. He clicked his fingers, and the clones were gone, once more.
The group were unfrozen, and unphased, as if the past seventeen minutes hadn’t occurred. The only confusion, was to ‘why Terrence’s nose was bleeding’, and I had to pretend to be clueless - like I didn’t know that Beetlejuice had just bloodied-up, his face - for absolutely no reason. “Has it been seventeen minutes already?” Carrie asked, before a ‘menacing’, voice arose over the speakers. BJ’s ‘menacing’, voice. “Welcome… to hell.” And with that, the lights shone read - and the carriage began at full speed.
I turned to look back, and saw the demon hovering with a look that I had never seen before on his face. Could that be… sorrow?
**
The ride was as shit, and non-scary as I thought it would be. After we each agreed that it wasn’t as terrifying as we had anticipated, I waved goodbye to my clueless coworkers, and departed towards the undead man, that no one else could see.
He stood; bashfully - a bouquet of dead flowers, in his hands. I looked at him, expectantly - prepared to hear his prolonged rant, that he will say ten-times, too fast.
“Oh! I know you don’t like flowers-” He began, as we started the walk to my car. He twisted his hands around the flowers, and it hissed at me. The dead plants, transforming into a bouquet of black, and white snakes, each with its own red tie, twisting, as he handed them to me.
“Look I’m really sorry. I didn’t think I’d say that, Toots. But that guy just gets under my skin. I really don’t like him. He likes ya, it’s obvious. And ya think that I’d want ya hanging out with him? Especially when he constantly tries to take ta out?! No. And I am sorry, I truly am. I didn’t mean to tick ya off, sweet cheeks. I really didn’t. I thought It’d be funny! Plus I only broke his nose-” “YOU DID WHAT?!-“ “Never mind.” He looked at me, as if he had said too much. “But the truth is, I don’t want anyone to take you off of me, babes. You’re my breather. My human. My person. And I’m not gonna let some little bitch take you away from me-” I opened my car door, and he opened his.
He stopped, because I burst out laughing. “W-what’s so funny?” He asked, eyebrows creased. “Sorry but the look on your face. I’m not mad at you, Beej! That was the funniest shit ever. Oh my god - you and the clones looked so scared!-“ I could hardly breathe, even though I was the only breather, between the two, of us.
I was practically crying, in hysterics. “Bee, I would never choose someone else over you!” I started to reassure the ghoul, when I had *slightly*, calmed down. Caressing his cheek with my hand, and he leaned into my touch, grateful for my newly-explained, understanding. “I couldn’t choose someone else over you, Beej. I love you-” I clamped my hands over my mouth, shocked that I had just said that out loud. “You love me?” He asked, mouth agape. “Yes. Fine, Beetlejuice. I love you. And I will for the rest of my breathing life.” I confessed, watching the cogs turn, inside of his: rotting-brain.
I was ready for the rejection, prepared for it. “I love you too.” He said, quietly, and in a small, mouse-like voice. A change, for his normally loud, and cocky self. We shared a smile with each other.
“Yeah, yeah, woohoo.-” A voice called from the backseat, and me, and Beetlejuice turned to look, at who the culprit was. “Can you take me home? I’ve been sat here for-“ She looked at her watch. “Two hours, and forty-seven minutes.” She crossed her arms. “Lydia, why are you?-” Then it clicked in my brain, and I turned to look at the demon with a guilty expression, crossing his face.
“BEETLEJUICE!”
