(REQUESTS PERMANENTLY CLOSED)Various X F!Reader One Shots

Confessions For A Bad Day(Musical!Bettlejuice X Reader)

I've got my motivation back and I honestly feel like my Beetlejuice thing was a factor, so he's back on my f/o list. For any of you that remember my old book, I did post this one but I rewrote it. It's his confession one shot and It's longer than I thought.

Again, my version is more soft than canon, but I haven't heard any complaints when I used to post him on my old book or when I posted the author's note regarding him the other day.

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Today hadn't been the best. It started off fine, but once you got to work, the universe hit you with a domino effect of things to ruin your mood. Before you left the parking lot at the end of your shift, you cried out your stress for a few minutes. Afterwards, you felt a little better, but the day's events and embarrassment filled your mind.

You got home and immediately made a beeline for your room. You changed into your pajamas then went to the bathroom to wash your face. You came out ten minutes later. You went to the living room and collapsed onto the couch. You turned on something on Netflix for background noise before starting to mindlessly scroll through Instagram until dinnertime.

Once you were hungry, you went to the kitchen and grabbed a pizza from the freezer. Your anxiety was nagging at you about the calories, but you tried to ignore it. You preheated the oven. Upon hearing the beep from the stove, you opened the box, opened the plastic wrapper with your teeth, and freed the pizza from its packaging. You slid it into the oven and set a timer on your phone.

You sat back down on the couch. You realized you needed some support.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice."

The ghost appeared in a cloud of green smoke. He grinned at you. "You called, babes?" He then noticed your lack of a good mood. You could tell it sort of hit him in the face since you'd been in a pretty good mood for the last couple of weeks. "Whoa, you okay?"

"Shitty day," you sighed deeply.

"Want a hug? You look like you need one," he smiled with his arms out.

"You have no idea," you said. You got up and giggled as his arms extended to reach you then coiled around you. He pulled you to him and squeezed you a bit. You clung to his chubby form as his arms shrunk to their normal length.

He smelled the pizza baking. "What's in the oven?"

"A pizza. Wanna split it?" you offered.

He grinned down at you. "Only if we can watch shitty horror movies."

You giggled. "Deal."

Sometime later, the pizza had only two slices left and you both were stuffed. You were slumped against each other as Unfriended played.

"That was good," you groaned with your head against Beetlejuice's arm.

"My compliments to the chef," he joked before tapping your nose.

You giggled softly. "Glad you liked it."

"Could've used more bugs and worms, though," he said.

"You bring them next time. You know I kill every bug that gets into the house," you said.

"You need to save them for me," he said.

"I kill them with Raid and OxiClean. You wouldn't like the chemical taste," you told him.

"The chemicals are the spices, babes. Gives the bugs a good kick," he reasoned.

"Okay, okay," you smiled with a roll of your eyes. "I'll start saving them for you."

"Aww," he teasingly cooed. "You're so sweet."

A comfortable silence fell upon you as you watched Ken die from a blender. You felt the mood shift a little and looked up to see Beetlejuice's hair streaked with pink. He'd told you his hair behaved like a mood ring and pink was love. He was just as touch starved as you were, so you figured your head laying against him caused the pink in his hair. You turned your focus back to the TV before he caught you looking.

"...Hey, babes?" he hesitated.

"Yeah, Bee?" you responded.

His hair became more pink. "...Could I maybe hold you? I know how touch starved you are and you know, you had a shitty day and all. Maybe it'd make you feel better."

"You just have to know my weakness, don't you?" you joked. You repositioned so you were laying across his lap with your head on his shoulder.

He held you close. "Good?"

"Mhm," you affirmed.

"I've noticed something, babes," he started.

"What is it?" you asked.

"You've been real clingy lately. Not that I'm complaining," he said. "Any reason why? I mean, I know how hard it is to resist me."

You looked up to see a smirk on his face. "It's pretty easy, actually."

"What? C'mon, babes. You're totally into me. I can tell," he said. "Hell, if your hair was like mine, your entire head would be bright pink."

Your eyes widened a bit. "I was joking, Bee."

The smirk remained on his face. He winked. "I wasn't."

The embarrassment set in. Your face erupted with heat. You hid your face in his shoulder. "Oh, my God."

"Oh, calm down, babes," he said. "I'm into you, too. Actually, I haven't gotten you out of my head since we met. You think I'm irresistible? You should see yourself. I'm fuckin' shocked you don't have breathers begging to be with you. Well, I'm shocked, but I'll be damned if you end up with any of them. It's not like any of them are me, though."

"You are the ghost with the most," you looked up at him. "So, are we a thing now?"

"Well, I like you and you like me. Doesn't becoming a thing require both people?" he asked.

"Yeah. I just don't understand how you can like me. What makes me so special?" you replied.

"Everything," he said before kissing you.

His hand cupped your cheek as you kissed back. Your hand rested on his.

He pulled back after a few moments with vibrant pink hair and a soft smirk. "So. You in, babes?"

You giggled softly. You kissed his cheek. "I'm in."

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

- The Self Shipping Weirdo