(COMPLETED)Various X F!Reader One Shots

A Huge Deal(Musical!Beetlejuice X Reader)

You know how some one shots are based off of my anxiety? This one is based off of my little accomplishment of getting over my passive suicidal thoughts. I honestly never expected to get past them. I thought I'd have them until I ended up giving in to them.

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-Reader's P.O.V.-

Ever since Beetlejuice had caught me amidst a mental episode, he'd be checking on my mental health every day. I couldn't explain how much I appreciated it. A few days ago, I had a realization. I wasn't suicidal anymore. I hadn't told Beetlejuice yet, but I planned to.

Over the past few check-ins, I'd just said I was fine, which I was, but I left out the lack of passive suicidal thoughts. I chose today to tell him. I didn't want him to worry anymore.

I was on the couch with a movie on for background noise while scrolling through Instagram. I had no idea what Beetlejuice was doing in the Netherworld, but that didn't stop me. "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice."

The ghost appeared in his pajamas. He was asleep on the carpet, but soon woke up. He noticed he was in my house. "Oh, hey, babes."

"Shit, sorry, Bee. I had no idea you were sleeping. I can send you back," I apologized.

He levitated off the floor and lied down on the couch with his head on my lap. "Nah, your thighs are better."

"I wanted to tell you something," I started.

"What is it? Did I miss a bad episode?" he asked. He sat up as the unnecessary panic set in. "Are you okay? Do you feel suicidal?"

"Bee, Bee, calm down. It's good news. I'm fine," I assured. "It's great news, actually."

"Well, don't keep me waiting. Spit it out, babes," he chimed.

"I'm not suicidal anymore," I announced.

Beetlejuice's eyes widened. "Wait.. You got over it? You said you'd never get over it."

"It surprised me, too," I said.

Tears rimmed his eyes. His wide, toothy smile gave away the type of tears. He hugged me tightly. "I'm so proud of you, oh, fuck. Oh, sweet Jesus, holy shit. I never thought I'd hear you say that." He kissed all over the side of my face.

I giggled while embracing him. "Thanks, Bee."

He pulled back with his hands on my shoulders. "Oh, boy. Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy. We gotta celebrate. This is big. This is huge." He sat on his knees. "What do you wanna do, babes? Anything. You name it."

I laughed at his excitement. "Bee, calm down."

"Don't you tell me to calm down. You just gave me the second best news I've ever heard in my afterlife. You got over suicide. Do you know how big of an accomplishment that is?" he rambled. His hands cupped my face and he peppered it with kisses. "My amazing little breather. My baby got over killing herself. I'm so proud."

I rolled my eyes with a smile. "You've made your point."

"I'm not done yet," he smirked. He pulled my head into a kiss. 

I returned the gesture immediately with my arms around him. His hair exploded into a bright pink. He pulled back after a few passionate moments.

"I feel like I know what my reward is," I spoke. "Knowing you."

"Smart girl~," he purred. His hands began roaming my body. "You're clearing deserving. More than deserving. You in?"

I looked at the mantle clock. "Yeah, I got time."

He rolled his eyes at my overly casual tone. "You little shit. Way to ruin the mood."

I giggled. "Yes, I'm in." I pulled his head into another kiss, only for it to detach from his body. He kissed back then pulled back again.

"We can use this to our advantage," he smirked.

I attached his head to his body. "Later into it. You can't touch me without a proper head on your shoulders."

He straddled me with blazing pink hair. "I can taste you, though~. You're looking delectable~."

I smirked up at him as he pinned my hands above my head against the couch. "Bon appétit."

"Don't mind if I do~," he purred before kissing me again. It was much more passionate than the previous ones.

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The last three will be posted tomorrow.

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

- The Self Shipping Weirdo