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Smoke and Joke || Keatlejuice x M!Reader PART 3
Part 1, Part 2
It had been a few days since you released the terror that was Beetlejuice out on the world. You had to admit, it was kind of funny to see the mayhem on the way to the grocery store and back. Nothing happened to you per se- Beetlejuice was courteous in a way like that. He knew not to mess with the man that freed him- after all, you, unbeknownst to yourself, were the key to sealing him away if you so desired. So, all chaos was decidedly two blocks away from wherever you needed to go in your daily life.
That is, until you came home one night to see Beetlejuice on your couch, drinking your beer, and smoking one of those nasty soul-cigs as f.r.i.e.n.d.s reruns played in the background.
"Y'know, you could have asked before raiding my fridge."
"Yeah, but you weren't home." He responded, puffing a claw of smoke to beckon you closer.
Oh what the hell, you'd bite. You plopped down next to Beetlejuice and took the beer from his hand, took a long swig, then handed it back.
"That's a dirty lil' habit of yours." Beetlejuice chuckled as he swallowed some beer, intentionally licking the rim to gross you out.
"Hm?" You mumble, your eyes glazed over in boredom as you watched the television idly.
"Taking things that ain't yours, toots. You don't know where my mouth's been."
"As if I'd catch something from a ghost." You breathed out a laugh. "Besides, I'm too tired to care at this point. Pass the beer again- wait, no, I need something stronger." You said as you got up to rummage around in your freezer for your vodka. It was a quarter empty.
Either you were more of an alcoholic than you thought or that bastard on the couch also got into your vodka. You looked back to him, and all Beetlejuice gave was a toothy, gross, grin. As if he could ever look innocent. Yeah, right.
Whatever, he could get you some more as a make-up later. You took the bottle out from the freezer, mixed it with some orange juice, and sat back down with your cup in hand and sipped quietly. It wasn't your favorite way to get drunk, but it was a fast way. And with the company you had over? You'd like to forget him ever being there.
"So, why are you here anyway?" You couldn't help but ask.
Beetlejuice laughed and shook his head slightly at the question, as if you were stupid.
"Why wouldn't I? I'm a bein' of pure chaos. Thought I'd spice up your life a lil- God knows you live a milk-toast life."
"Damn." You responded. He was kinda right. All you did was wake up, work, drink, and sleep.
"Besides, this place is just boring enough to hide away in." Beetlejuice added. That made your head snap up to look at him.
"What did you do."
"I mighta messed with the pipes of the fire hydrants."
You groaned and flopped your head back onto the upright cushion. "You were a mistake. I thought you were just some dumb poltergeist."
"I could be a bigger mistake." Beetlejuice snorted as he jokingly placed a hand on your thigh. You quickly swatted his moldy hand off of you.
"As if." You sneered as you fished the box of cigarettes from your pocket and placed one to your lips.
Suddenly, Beetlejuice grabbed you by your jaw and pulled you far too close for comfort. You stared into his eyes. You felt his faux-cold breath on your face. You finally got a good look at the grime that caked his face- it was moss. His grub-pale skin revolted you on a visceral level, especially the earthy smell that radiated off of him.
Although, you expected him to smell like a rotting corpse. But no, he just smelled like wet grass and dirt. Like a freshly-watered grave. Either way, you prayed that the proximity ignited your fight-flight response- that's why you hoped you heart raced. You barely noticed Beetlejuice's real intention of using his cigarette light to light your own. When he pulled away, he took a good look at you and burst out laughing.
"Oh Christ- look at you!" He cackled as he snapped his fingers to materialize a mirror in front of you. Shit, you were blushing. HARD.
"Shut up." You grumbled as you took a long drag of your cigarette. "I'm allergic to disgusting bastards."
"Awe, I'm touched, babes."
As you two smoked and drank on the couch, you couldn't help but steal glances at Beetlejuice from time to time.
He wasn't as hideous as you first thought.
SHIT. NO. NO NO NO NO. OH GOD NO.
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