#michael keaton x reader

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Interloper [Part 1.5]

Perv!Beetlejuice x Reader

Read Part 1 <- -> Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Finale

Summary: This is technically a prequel! Taking place weeks prior to my first fic, just kinda setting the level of perversion BJ has.

a/n: all things considered, he is a pervert so I don’t really have to specify that lol

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“C’mon, babes. Just stay in tonight,” he spoke as if you could hear him.

The Poltergeist haunting your home had taken a special liking to your room. Watching everything you did. Listening in on your private phone calls with friends, overhearing you discuss how things were moving, noticing that your panties were going missing. He loved teasing you. His unknowing toy.

Beetlejuice watched you from the shadows. You were getting ready to go out with your friends for the night. Freshly out of the shower, hair and body still wrapped in a towel. Adoring the way your towel sat high upon your thighs, barely hiding your exposed core. Scent of your soap along with the steam of the shower filled your bedroom.

Feeling his cock jump when you laid back on your bed. Spreading your legs, the towel begging to fall off your body. Tops of your breasts exposing themselves. His hand going down to palm himself through his pants. Watching your body stretch barely flashing your bare groin to him.

“Fuck,” he grumbled to himself. Hand stroking his growing hard-on at the sight of you. Eyes fixated completely on your barely covered body. Allowing the towel to fall off your sides, your completely nude body on display.

Beetlejuice’s jaw hung open. Hands desperately prying his pants away from his groin. Freeing his aching cock from its confides. Reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out the pair of panties he had stolen from your drawer.

Sometimes when you were not home, he found himself prying through your things. That special drawer in your dresser usually the prime suspect of his desire. Looking through the mixture of fabrics. Fingers caressing the parts he knew had been pressed against your bare pussy. Finding a pair that fit his fancy. A lacy pair that he was for sure you had a matching bra of. Little accents of see-through fabric danced around the him, one singular red heart decorated the front pink fabric. Biting his lip as he hastily shoved them into his pocket. Hearing your door downstairs unlock.

Beetlejuice pressed the fabric into his nose. Sniffing the garment as if they were still dirty. Almost convincing himself he could smell the remnant of you on them. Sighing as he wrapped them around his erection. Using them as his own cum rag. Fucking himself with the pretty pink fabric.

Eyes unable to leave your figure as you walked over to your dresser. Grabbing your lotion and sitting back on the edge of the bed. Squirting some of the faint scented goop into your hands and beginning to rub it up and down your arms.

Beetlejuice’s hand grew quicker. Seeing you lather yourself up had his heart racing. Breath hitching in his throat when he saw you put some of the moisturizer onto your breasts. Kneading it into your skin. Hands massaging your breasts making sure to get every last drop on your skin. Begging for the same attention to be given to his cock.

You continued lathering each part of your body. Unknowing of the ghost watching and getting off to you. Completely unaware of your audience.

Hooded, lust blown eyes watched as you walked over to get yourself some clothes out. Staring as you bent over giving him the perfect view of your ass. Your pussy peaked through your legs. Unable to control himself much longer. He wanted to fuck you then and there. Imagining himself bending you over the bed and pounding into you. Fucking you to tears as you pleaded and cried for him. Begging to smack your ass raw, hand prints decorating the soft flesh. His lips biting soft purple marks along your jugular, making sure all those fuckers you hung out with knew whose you were. He hated those assholes. Noticing how their eyes would linger on your ass when you’d bring them home. Overhearing how they talked about you when you were not in the room.

Talking about his girl. Fucking assholes.

His cock was growing more and more sensitive. His end approaching rapidly. Twisting his wrist as he watched you cover up everything he had been so happy to see. Hiding away his favorite parts of this house. Pink fabric wrapped around his member growing darker as he leaked into them. Heavily breathing as he hunched forward slightly. Wishing he was inside you. Wishing you were saying his name. Wishing he could touch every inch of your perfect skin.

Watching as you pulled your thong up your legs. Seeing how it sat perfectly on your ass. Shooting his seed into the little pair of pink panties. Coaxing them into a deeper almost red now. Continuing to fuck himself through his orgasm until you were completely dressed.

Beetlejuice squinted his eyes shut as he rested his head back. Eyebrows furrowed tightly together. Chest heaving as he watched you leave your room.

What a creep.

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[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! I’m really feeling out this story as I go and love that you guys have enjoyed it. I did not expect it to get as much attention as it did. If you are interested in being tagged, or have any requests for a fic, feel free to message me or send an ask my way! //

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@anamelessfool ~ @jewqueer ~ @vanessaedp ~

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, Beetlejuice

“killing children is illegal right?” I asked as I slammed the door. Beetlejuice appeared with a pop. He looked at me for a second before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“I mean are we talking your own or someone else’s?” He asked, flopping on the couch. “Because if we’re talking your own, we’re gonna have to get to work on that first.” Beetlejuice grabbed his crotch and squeezed, raising his eyebrows seductively at me. I rolled my eyes and smacked his shoulder.

”don’t make me send you back.” I pointed a finger at him. Beetlejuice held up his hands in surrender.

“alright. Alright.” He said. “But unfortunately yeah it is. Why?”

“why?” I asked with a laugh. “Did you not see what happened? I know you were there. They destroyed the display. They scared the scare actors. And I swear to god one of them had a real knife!” Beetlejuice nodded with a frown. “If that doesn’t warrant it then I don’t know what does!”

“honey…don’t get mad…” Beetlejuice said, getting up and holding his hands up again. “But I think you should take a nap. Maybe things will be better later.” I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

“I can’t beej.” I shook my head. “I have to fix the display and…”

“hey. Leave it to me.” Beetlejuice put his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll take care of it. Make a few calls.” Beetlejuice kissed me softly, making me hold onto his shirt slightly. “Trust me.”

“I guess I could…” I said, brushing my hand through his hair.

“good. Good. Good.” He muttered. “I got this babe. Call in the finest contractors the underworld can offer.” I nodded as I headed off to bed. The next morning, I woke up to Beetlejuice sprawled out on top of me.

"Beej." I groaned as I climbed out from under him. He jolted awake and blinked at me sleepily.

"Wha?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and turning to snuggle into the pillow more. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to stop suffocating me in my sleep." I teased, poking his ass as I headed into the bathroom. "What time did you get in last night?" There wasn't a reply so I assumed he went back to sleep. Shrugging to myself, I quickly showered and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. "Shit." I muttered when Beetlejuice looked up at me from his spot at the table. "Warn a person why don't you." I mumbled as I went about making myself breakfast. Beetlejuice slid a cup of coffee over to me with a small smile.

"What are you doing today?" He asked, sipping his own coffee. "Aside from me of course." I rolled my eyes as he chuckled at his own joke.

"Checking on the display. Seeing where you left off and finishing putting it back together." I shrugged. "Why? Did you have something planned?" Beetlejuice shook his head.

"When did you want to go?" He asked, voice surprisingly soft.

"How about after we eat?" I asked. Beetlejuice nodded, getting up and kissing me softly. "What has gotten into you today?" I laughed as he sat in my lap. He shrugged, smiling at me.

"Aside from the fact I'm dating the most wonderful breather ever?" He asked. I smiled at him and cupped his cheek. Beetlejuice kissed my palm. "I think I have a new appreciation for you after working most of the night to get the display back up. All the work you put into it. All the work you are still putting into it with the scare actors. All of it."

"Oh." I felt my cheeks heat up at that. "Well...I mean..." Beetlejuice kissed me.

"Don't sell yourself short sweetheart." He whispered. "You did a lot of good work and you deserve the praise." I nodded, accepting that he would keep going until I let it go. We ate breakfast like that, Beetlejuice sitting in my lap and trying to make me laugh so hard milk came out of my nose. He nearly succeeded but stopped when I gently shoved him off my lap. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and the dishes were done. I stood up as he popped over to the bedroom. "Hurry up and get dressed. I wanna show you what I did." He rocked on his heels as he waited for me to get dressed. When I finally exited the bedroom, he took my arm and transported us to the display.

"I still hate that." I mumbled as I grabbed his arm to try to steady myself. "Always makes me feel weird." I shook my head to try to fix whatever it was I was feeling. Beetlejuice chuckled before covering my eyes. "Ah man! Come on Beej! I'm already unsteady and now you wanna do this crap?" I was slowly walked further into the park before he lifted his hands.

"Ok. Now look." I opened my eyes and my jaw dropped. "I know it isn't exactly the same but..." I turned around and grabbed his tie, pulling his towards me. Beetlejuice squeaked before his hands settled on my hips. I kissed him as hard as I could, trying to put all the raging emotions I was feeling into it.

"Fuck me Beej." I breathed out when I pulled away. Beetlejuice gave me a shit eating grin and a wink before turning to look at the display. "I love it. I can't wait to show everyone." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and smiled.

"Yeah? You really like it?" He asked, voice going soft at the end.

"It's amazing Beej." I breathed out. "Now give me a tour." He nodded happily before leading me around the work he had done.

[the--blackdahlia]

Title: Do Not Distrub (Michael Keaton x Reader)

Title: Do Not Disturb

Summary: It starts at an airport bar

Warnings: Unprotected sex, poorly written smut

Gif by @liquidloz, who this fic is a gift for

You sat at the airport bar, deep bass music covering up the conversations around you. You had a Dirty Shirley in front of you, drips of water soaking the napkin it sat on. You could feel eyes on you, taking in that tight black dress you had slipped yourself into. You plucked a cherry out of the glass and slid it between your teeth as he walked up to you. Dressed in black on black, his blue eyes stared you down as you pulled the stem off the cherry and glanced his way.

“I’ve been watching you, sitting here, all alone,” He spoke low, his fingers ghosting down your bare arm, sending shivers down your spine. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“I’ve got a plane to catch.”

“And when’s that?”

“Not until the morning,” She saw the smirk on his face.

“Maybe I could help you pass the time,” he said, sliding his room key towards you. “What do you say?”

“Lead the way.”

He threw some money onto the bar to pay for your drink before the two of you left and headed to the airport hotel. You two took the elevator to the upper floor where the suites were. He led you down the hallway, unlocked the door, and let you in. Once you heard the door closed, you felt yourself being pulled back and pressed against it.

“You looked so pretty sitting there all by yourself,” His voice was a low growl. “Just begging for someone to come along and take you.”

“Maybe I was waiting for one specific person,” you said with a smirk. He picked you up and pinned you between the door and himself. Your shoes fell to the floor, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You could feel him pressed against you, aching to be out of his pants and inside of you.

“Glad it was me,” He carried you over to the king-size bed in the middle of the room and threw you onto it. You bounced on it, but never took your eyes off of him.

“God, you’re handsome,” You purred, making him smirk at you as he took off his belt.

“Please, call me Michael,” You bit your lip and watched him unbutton his pants and pull them down just enough to let himself out. He climbed onto the bed, pushing up the dress you were wearing before going to your underwear. As much as he wanted to rip them off, he went in another direction, grabbing them with his teeth and pulling them down your legs. You were exposed to him. He didn’t want to wait for you both to undress. He needed you now. And he made that known when he barely waited to push his thick cock into your waiting and wet pussy.

“Fuck, yes!” You arched your back, pressing against his hard chest. You wrapped your legs around him, your feet pressed against his ass, urging him on. His thrusts were deep, powerful, and full of lust. From how wet you were, just from this little bit, you knew that there would be a spot on the bed. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as he drove deeper into you.

“Such a good girl for me.”

“Yes, daddy!” You felt his lips press against your neck. His teeth grazed on that spot that always got a reaction from you. “Mike, I'm close.”

“Mmm cum for me darlin’.” He purred in your ear. “We've got all night.”

You did not have to be told twice as you came around his cock, tightening to help him cum in you. It only took a few more thrusts before he did just that, collapsing on top of you to breathe you in. 

“I think this was one of your better foreplay ideas,” you laughed when he rolled off to lay next to you.

“Yeah?” Michael smiled and kissed you. “Can't wait to get the awkward looks from the dry cleaner for my pants.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. I think this is exactly what we needed,” He leaned over and kissed you gently. “We should probably get some sleep. We do have a plane to catch in the morning.”

“Maybe we could join the mile-high club,” You giggled, then noticed the dark look in his eyes and that shit-eating grin. “Mike, I’m kidding.”

“Well, we’ll just see what tomorrow holds.” He pulled you close to his chest, both of you laying there in the clothes you had been wearing, not bothering to change.

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Dating Beetlejuice would include:

Him being utterly devoted to you

Beetlejuice being a little shy during your first kiss

He never usually is, but you’re different

He likes that your strange and unusual

You understand each other

Him secretly being surprised that you would want him, a dead guy

Accidentally calling out his name three times and making him disappear while doing the deed at least once

Cuddling on the couch while watching tv

He will do anything to make you laugh

Literally anything even at his expense

Him being surprisingly thoughtful and supportive

Loving how he looks in his striped suit

Hope you like Italian

Him making the best pasta and meatballs you’ve ever tasted

Playing with his messy hair which he is secretly fussy about

“Don’t flatten it out babe! It takes a lot of work to make it look this way.”

He’s one of those people that if he finds a pretty rock he’ll give it to you

When he’s feeling a little frisky, he’ll whisper inappropriate jokes to you and tickle you

Dancing in mid air to some of your favorite songs

Beetlejuice making life a living hell for those who have wronged you in some way (like a crappy relative or a coworker)

“There are things worse than death toots, and I’m gonna make sure they know it.”

Late night walks through the cemetery, holding hands

Hearing him talk about all his experiences over the years

That’s all I have for now. Feel free to add on. Hope you like it!

[doki-doki-imagines]

author note: fic written a long time ago, but that is really fitting now. Hope you'll enjoy reading it!💫

“Michael is inside the locker room, you should see him.” Noa’s voice is firm, as always, even after such a big defeat, for him, it’s just like finishing a chapter, ready to start the new one, not many afterthoughts to ruin his next steps.

Michael Kaiser, your boyfriend can’t deal with defeat as well.

You enter the empty room, only your boyfriend is in, sitting in his sweat-drenched uniform, a towel covering his face.

You take uneasy steps toward his figure, he doesn’t even look up, too absorbed in his own world.

“Michael, I’m here, can you look at me?” You sit next to him, the bench creaks under your weight, you pinch the corner of the towel trying to lift it up, to finally see Michael’s face.

Your hand gets slapped away.

“Don’t even try it.” Some time ago this crude and cold voice would have swollen your eyes with tears, you would have been able to hear just the crippling hate in his voice.

Now you can hear the sad undertone and how the hate isn’t for you, but only for himself.

“What do you want to look at-“ he stands up abruptly, the bench recoil, the towel falls on the ground “At this failure! At this poor excuse of a player, walking trash-“ Michael can’t finish his phrase, broken sobs interrupt.

His blue eyes are bloodshot, the red of his makeup staining his face, sticky with dried tears. Michael is trembling, you don’t know if for sadness or anger, he is hitting his chest with his left fist, while the right hand is pinching his neck, the skin is broken, some drop of blood on his roses tattoo.

“Michael stop-“ You try to walk near your boyfriend, but he pushes you away and crouch on himself hands now covering his face

“No! You can’t understand, you don’t want to understand! This is all my life, I’m nothing- I shouldn’t even live if-“

“Michael!” You shout, finally stepping closer “Don’t you dare finish that phrase.”

It wasn’t the first time Michael got depressed after a match, but this is a peak he never reached before and it indescribably broke your heart.

He finally looks up, new tears forming in his deep blue eyes, you gently hold his cheeks with your hands, and lift his face up so you could look at him straight in the eyes.

“Your value as a person doesn’t depend on a match, no wait let me reformulate. Your value doesn’t depend on football. And don’t you dare-“ This time you are the one letting out a sigh “to say that you shouldn’t live anymore, because I can’t imagine a life without you.”

You kiss his forehead just before hugging him tight against your body, your right hand caressing his head.

Michael doesn’t reply back, he just keeps sobbing and crying on your shoulder.

“Please Michael stop crying, but I promise, losing this match won’t be your end, there will be a ton of other occasions, please Michael believe me.” You coo at him.

“O-Ok” His body still trembles under you.

“Can you look at me when you say that?” You say softly before kissing the top of his head.

He lift up from your shoulder and nod, a wobbly smile appearing on his face, his breath still being broken by sobs.

You smooch his forehead again, this time the contact last longer and he closes his eyes in relaxation, finally the sobs and sighs are slowing down and he is regaining control of his body.

“Can I kiss you even if I look like a mess?”  

A small laugh escapes your lips but you nod.

“I find you handsome-“  “you look like a wet kitty, love it.” You wanted to say, but his mouth catch yours before you can finish.

His chapped lips find yours. It’s a slow dance, made of broken breaths bound by a strong love. Your right hand drying away those fresh tears, your thumb moving slow circles on his sticky cheeks, the left one finds peace in the back of his neck, scratching his little hair knowing full well he loves it.

He is way more restless, the right hand that was holding your arm to keep you as close as possible to his body find soon his way to your waist, fingers moving up and down pressing and releasing your waist like a piano key hoping to generate a new sound at every broken breath. His left one is kept firmly in the back of your head, pushing your face impossibly close to his, nose bumping, eyelashes caressing each other faces.

It’s when you feel the familiar feeling of something wet in your mouth that your mind return to reality.

“Michael, ehi-“ You put both your hands on his chest gently pushing on his pecs “I think you should take a shower.”

He looks at you with his wide blue eyes and tilts his head clearly looking at you like you just said the dumbest thing on Earth.

“Are you saying I stink?”

This time it isn’t small laughter that leaves your lips, but one of those that shakes your entire body and that makes Michael look at you with even wider eyes.

“Yes a little, but that wasn’t my main point. I think you need to take a hot shower, relax and come home with me and watch a film that neither of us is gonna finish because we’ll both fall asleep the second I press play.”

The blonde seems to think about it a little before nodding, walking towards the locker room’s showers stripping at every step for the joy of your eyes, till he disappears around the corner the sound of running water filling the room.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna join me?” Just his head pop out from behind the wall, water already dripping down his face and hair, a particular droplet following the line of his veins down his neck, skin shiny and inviting-

“Go finish your shower, there will be better times.” You see his head bending down, probably preparing his better kitty eyes to convince you “At home we’ll have all the time of this world for example.”

Michael never finished a shower so fast.

[blackberries45]

Two for One

(Beetlejuice x reader) np used

Warnings: smut

Notes: per usual, my editing skills lack. this is just smutty smut bc I wanted to. I don't know where it came from but it got some thumbs up so here we are 😆 thank you for reading 🤗

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Everything happened so fast. You weren't sure how you even ended up in this literal position, but damn if it wouldn’t be a favorite after this. Usually he shoved you onto the bed, which was fine with you. This however was different. You could tell he had something up one of his black and white striped sleeves.

Your bedroom’s brick wall was cool to the touch. It felt like a relief against your palms, as they were starting to burn like the rest of your skin. Beej had you pinned facing it. One hand on top of yours up by your face, fingers intertwined. His other hand on your hip, pulling you back against him and steading you so you wouldn't feel like you would fall. He of course would never let that happen.

You felt his weight shift behind you slightly as he moved one of his boots to kick your legs out a bit more wide. “Atta girl” he moaned, dropping his forehead against the back of your head.The wider stance helped him deepen his reach. He immediately took full advantage, feeling you clench down on him from hearing the praise. Moving to the side of your head, he started biting and sucking your earlobe. Your head tipped forward and was lightly grazing the wall with each movement. Tiny gasps could be heard escaping from you with each thrusting motion.

He let your ear drop from his teeth and roughly whispered “I'm gonna to need you to close your eyes now” You were so lost in the rhythm of the movements that you almost didn't have the capacity to answer him. “My eyes are already closed, Beej” He grazed his lips back and forth across your cheek a few times. “I mean, keep them shut. I'm going to have to concentrate real hard on somethin’ and I don't need you to screw it up by freaking out.” he quickly and lovingly kissed your cheek, realizing his words came out harsh.

His movements hadn't slowed down but you knew he was patiently waiting for you to respond. “Babes?” He started kissing your neck to get your concentration to shift back to him again. He knew your head was swimming. “Ok ok. I won’t open my eyes. But you have to touch me soon. I need you.” That last part almost had him spent right then and there. He loved when you got desperate for him. But he pulled himself together and started to concentrate. He'd been thinking about trying this for awhile. He could pull alot of tricks, but this was double the effort.

The air started to crackle more than it did with just Beetlejuice in the room. It was almost thick. You swear you heard something…no…felt something… like someone was between your legs.You instinctively started to look down. “What the..?” Beej quickly let go of your hand and brought his to your throat, forcing you to look up at the ceiling. You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t now wide eyed and your heart wasn’t pounding as you stared upwards.

The first lick bubbled up a scream, but Beej felt it in your throat and your mouth was instantly sewn shut. “Shhh, honey. Daddy needs to concentrate.” He put his head down between your neck and shoulder, biting the area his lips landed on, causing you to moan what felt like hard enough that it vibrated through your skull, trapped behind your sewn mouth.

Whoever was under you was using their cold fingers to part your lips and get more pressure on your clit with their tongue. They circled and they went back and forth. It was madness how good it felt from being in this position. One of their hands went to your thigh to steady themselves. Was that a ring?? Your eyes started fluttering open and shut as you couldn't decide which sensation to grind into. The sucking and licking below felt delicious and caused the fire in the depths of you to rage. Beej too was starting to make tired whines against your neck. Fuck. You could feel him starting to get more sloppy as he thrusted in and out of you. You were getting close and so was he.

The anonymous being between your legs changed their attention. Making a disappointed whine, you scrunched your eyebrows together. The wait to be touched again was shorter than you expected.

The licks were at first back on you, rimming back and forth where Beetlejuice was pumping into you. The sensation felt better than you could have imagined and you sank into it. You noticed Beej swallowing hard next to your throat. You now felt that the tongue below had left you and was only touching your entrance when it licked up. Holy shit. Was it licking Beej? You felt his mouth start to fall open as his panting increased, slowly turning into a groan.

Beej started getting desperate. He latched onto your neck like he was burrowing a hole into it. He was swirling his tongue and sucking all while whoever below was lapping your juices off of his dick. You could hear them making ungodly sounds and feel them back away enough to lick their lips. The thought of someone else licking on Beej oddly turned you on. You were sure now you were going to burst into flame and you decided to let it consume you.

The violent way you suddenly came caused your legs to give. With the few brain cells Beetlejuice had left, he quickly put his hands behind your thighs so you were almost sitting in his hands. He let your stitches disappear so he could fully hear your scream as he crashed full force inside of you.

The indivisible stranger must have disappeared, though you couldn’t say when, because you no longer felt their tongue or their hand on your leg. Beej flopped the two of you backwards onto your bed. It took several minutes of panting before you spoke.

“Who or what did you conjure to do that?” His laugh was the same one that would crash around you like thunder when he was being an asshole or thought he was clever.

He rolled over to face you, a cigarette between his lips that had appeared out of nowhere, flopped as he spoke. “That was me, babes. That's why I had to concentrate.” Your eyes widened once again and your mouth dropped open as he removed the cigarette with long fingers and blew out the smoke. “I had to split myself in a way. And may I just say, you taste like a fucking queen.”

The smile was one of the most devilish you'd ever seen across his stupid face. You rolled your head back and looked at the ceiling again. It took a few seconds of getting up the courage, but finally you quietly asked, “Can we do that again sometime? But maybe you let me watch?”

This time it was his mouth that fell open. “Any time, honey.”

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Three times

Warnings: smut (cause I’ve got daddy issues)

Note: this is consensual, don’t worry!

She was waiting for family to return to their big house. She had found herself being the house sitter while her mom, dad, and brothers go out to eat. It was a new house as well, and she knew that this place was haunted before even finding out it could potentially be

A nice house like this suddenly on the market? That seemed way too good to be true. She was happy though that she was only helping her family move into the place, and could leave soon. She didn’t have a good relationship with her parents, but what lured her into helping was how it gave off a feeling to her that she couldn’t describe

She’s been wanting to go into the attic since she’s arrived as well. She hadn’t had a clue what could be drawing her attention like this, but she didn’t want to find out. She thought it would be a safer option to stay away from the attic

Adam and Barbara didn’t want to scare her off already, because she seemed much more chill than her family members. But they also didn’t want to scare the young boys. Barbara didn’t think summoning Beetlejuice was a good idea either for this job

But luckily for the couple, Beetlejuice has other plans. He’s seen what the eldest daughter looked like, and has definitely taken a liking in her. He knew he didn’t have much time to be alone with her in the house either. He was determined to get her up in the attic as well, so he just waits in the model for her to come in

It was getting later in the afternoon, and her family still hadn’t returned yet. At this point out of pure boredom and curiosity, she finally goes upstairs. Once she reaches the attic door, she takes out the key that opens any door in the house that was meant to be given to her father

But she couldn’t see herself letting the keys go. She easily unlocked the attic door, because Adam and Barbra were currently talking to Juno. Beetlejuice had noticed she was inside of the attic now, and smirks

“Hey, over here!” He calls her over, which makes her look directly at him. She crouches down to be at his level, which makes him feel a certain way. Whatever strong connection she felt was definitely present, and now she’s realizing it’s him who she was having a strong connection to

“My, you’re a handsome little fella” she says confidently, which makes him smirk. “I can grow bigger if you’d want me too. You just gotta say my name three times” he flirts, which makes her blush

“I’ve never had sex with a dead person before” she admits, which makes him smirk. “Well there’s a first time for everything, right?” She nods her head, and then asked what his name was. Soon a sign shows up pointing towards his head with his name on it three times

“Beetlejuice” she starts, which makes him continue to smirk. “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice” he had vanished from the model of the town. She looks confused, until she heard a record playing in the background. She follows where the music lead her to, and found herself in the guest bedroom she’s currently staying in

When she enters, the bed had dead rose petals around it. A sexual song played on the record, and the lights were off. But Beetlejuice wasn’t in the room. Confused by the random disappearance, she was about to leave until the door slams shut on her

“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone who’s living” he says out of nowhere, which makes her look at him. He was lying naked on the guest bed, which took her by surprise. “And fallen for someone who’s alive as well” she walks over towards her bed, with every intent of letting him claim her

Her clothes come off of her now, and she now laid underneath him. He kisses her on her lips, which makes her return the kiss. His hand goes down to her pussy, and he felt how wet she was for him. He pulls apart now, and grins. “You’re all wet for a dead guy. How exotic” he says as he places his hand back onto the comforter

Without any more waiting, he goes into her. Her hands intertwined with his as her head arches back. A moan left her now as he begins to thrust at an abnormal speed. The bed was squeaking as his lips attack her neck with hickeys

“Bee” she moans out, which makes him amused by the nickname given to him. He moans loudly, which made her happy that she was the only one in the house. She came all over him, without any warning. He stops, and pulls out of her

She was tired already, but he had just gotten started. He lowers himself to be facing her pussy now, and begins to lick her. Her legs comfortably wrapped around him as his tongue begins to vibrate against her

She was shocked by the action, but then remembered she was being fucked by a ghost. He continues to lick her with his tongue vibrating, which drove her to her second orgasm. Satisfied with her coming a second time, he stops

She now didn’t care that she was sleepy, and needed more pleasure now. He comes back to laying on top of her, and makes her look at him now. “I’m gonna fuck you harder this time, okay?” She simply nods her head, and soon he was back in her

His thrusting the same pace, but his cock was vibrating this time. She came already with moaning the nickname she had given him, which makes him also let himself come this time. She had to wait a while before he came in her. He gets out of her, and laid down next to her

Unaware how much time had passed, her thoughts were on her family. His thoughts were on how wonderful that experience was, and wished she could stay longer. But then a brilliant idea came to his head if he wanted to leave the afterlife

Clothes appeared on him, and now he’s standing. Her attention was definitely on him now. She sits up to see where this was going. “I need to tell you something very important” he started, which makes them slightly nervous about where this was going

“I-“ the phone goes off in the background, which throws her off guard. Clothes reappeared onto her as she stands up. “Just one second” she goes downstairs, with him following along. When she got to the phone, she picks it up from its holder and places it close to her ear

She wasn’t expecting a phone call, or a phone call to inform her that her family was dead. She went as pale as he was, and felt like fainting. The cause of death was unknown, but now this place had no owner again. She placed the phone back to end the call. “What were you gonna say, Bee?” She asked as tears came rolling down her cheeks

“Well it depends, what just happened?” She explained to him what had happened. A twinge of guilt sneaks into him, but he needed to leave the afterlife somehow. “I need to get married to leave the afterlife” he said casually after what she told him. She thought that was an excellent way to get her mind off of the horrid news

She smiles as tears continue to leave her eyes. He seemed shocked by her reaction, but smiles as well. “Let’s get married then” she says as she now wipes her tears away. Before anything actually happened, Adam and Barbra stood there in shock. She looks at the couple, and so does Beetlejuice

“Oh hello! You two must be the couple that died here originally” she says, which makes the couple more shocked. “Jeez, you guys act like news doesn’t eventually spread. Especially with something so tragic” then she was reminded about her family members that she lost

She was all alone. She also barely knew Beetlejuice to be considering him apart of this. This marriage thing was clearly just a way to make the two happy in two drastic different ways. Perhaps this is why the strong connection still exists between the two

But even Adam and Barbra feel differently now with the two standing next to each other. “There’s some weird connection here with us” Barbara says, instead of bringing up the marriage that’s gonna happen. She finds herself blush at that, but didn’t even understand this feeling either

This is what made her scared to go to the attic originally, because she knew about the couple being in the house, but no other entity. She thought it was gonna be some awful demon, just waiting in their to take her soul

Her thoughts also keep lingering onto her dead family members. ‘What had happened?’ She wondered. “Oh, that’s just coming from us” Beetlejuice casually says, but she was too focused on this strange mystery of her family. “Ghosts can do that? Even if you haven’t met the person yet?” Adam asks Beetlejuice

“I guess so. Not sure, since you know me pal: I don’t play by the rules of the afterlife. I mean what’s the point? I’m dead for fuck sakes! I shouldn’t have to worry about doing more work in the afterlife as well” Beetlejuice says as his attention goes onto his soon to be wife

He saw the color drain out of her; the likeness of her passing out. Beetlejuice gets her seated onto the couch, which took Adam and Barbra by surprise that he was capable of doing such a nice deed. Sure it was a small thing, but it was a big deal

She started to cry into his shoulder was the two were stated. Adam and Barbara were confused, and worried for her. Beetlejuice looks at the couple, and told the two to fuck off. The couple listens, since the two didn’t want to intrude on anything personal

Beetlejuice seemed to be all the sudden great at comforting people, and was quite surprised by the words coming out of his mouth. “You’ll probably see them again. And they’ll definitely look for you, because not all of us are locked up in one location” she sniffles, and then raises her head to make eye contact with him

She smiles again, and thanked him. The clock struck midnight, and the two had gotten married. After the first kiss, she goes in for seconds. He’s alive, which makes her pull apart. She admires him, and adores his dark blue eyes

“You’re gorgeous Bee” she admits as she continues to admire him. “Thank you” he says as he smiles. A year had passed, and she hadn’t seen him since still being in the house and after her family’s funeral. The two parted ways because he wanted to figure out the world himself

She thought about him everyday, and kept the wedding ring on her finger. She wondered if he kept his on as well, but she had doubts that he would keep his ring on. A new neighbor had just moved in next door. She planned on saying hello to the new neighbor to be on good terms day one

She currently sat on her couch, and was watching something random on the television. A knock on her door makes her get up from her couch. She opens the door to see Beetlejuice. Shocked, she just stood there until one of them said something

He was also stunned to see her face again. He took notice that she still wore her wedding ring. She checked to see if he kept his on, and noticed it was still on. Tears left her eyes as he instinctively kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss, and soon the door was shut and she was pinned to the wall

Beetlejuice had missed her, and couldn’t stop thinking about her since they parted ways. Even with all the women hitting on him, his heart happily belonged to her

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[fandomnerd9602]

Can you please make incorrect quotes for Beetljuice reaching into Y/N's head, seeing some dark stuff that makes even him feel uneasy and saying " You really need therapy,kid. Wanna talk about that"

Y/N lands in front of Beetlejuice…

Beetle: you and I got a lot in common. You like a Deetz girl, I like a Deetz girl

Y/N: I -umm…

Beetle: Astrid is my future stepdaughter and I wanna be sure she gets only the best so-

Beetlejuice sticks his whole hand into Y/N’s head and rummages around…

Beetle: I’m just gonna take peek here and…oh…so dark in there! You need therapy. Lucky I’m an unofficial therapist. Interested?

Y/N: umm…sure

[obsessive-ego]

the mood

[batmanlovesnirvana]

— The Waynes like the American royals or the Kennedys…

[ Matt Reeves, director of The Batman, spoke about his opinion on Thomas and Martha Wayne. The director revealed that his version of the Waynes was inspired by British or American royalty such as the Kennedy family. ] via KCRW

KCRW: So many of the movie iterations of Batman going back to Tim Burton’s are about how Bruce Wayne is basically a part that he plays. And the Bruce Wayne that we see in "The Batman" is somebody who doesn't have that kind of equipment, who isn't shaped in that way, who doesn't find this kind of release in pretending to be something that he isn't. Both of his lives bleed into his alter ego and his more public iteration.

REEVES : “One of the things that was interesting to me was to focus on not an origin tale because we'd seen Burton had done that so well, and Nolan did it so well. I wanted to do an early years “Batman” and Bruce Wayne. And it was important to me that while it wasn't an origin story, he was, in the early years of what he was doing, and was still trying to make sense of himself, was still a young man trying to put himself together and find a way to function. This idea of not yet understanding even the asset that being Bruce Wayne could be, the way that other iterations of the character have where they realize, oh, I can be Bruce Wayne, and that can be another kind of mask. He's just not together enough yet to even understand how valuable that's gonna be.

I was interested in the idea that Bruce was at a stage where he couldn't bear the weight of the history of being part of the Waynes. I thought it might be a bit like a member of the Kennedy family like the American royals, or what a British royal would be like in the wake of a tragedy and how a lens has been put on you because of a family tragedy that you couldn't have never escape. And so his response would be to want to withdraw from all of this and not understand that in the mission that he was trying to do to try to make sense of his life, he might be able to use what had happened to him as a kind of mask, which could be useful to him.

This whole movie is about him coming into being. It's not about him mastering himself. Of course, it's a fantastical notion that you could master yourself. I mean, nobody masters themselves. What was really interesting was seeing somebody who was trying to master himself, but had a tremendous amount of what he was doing that he didn't yet even have awareness of. He wasn't aware of his motivations. And I was thinking about the idea of masks and sort of Jungian psychology and him being driven by his shadow side. That whole idea that in Jungian psychology, you're supposed to make yourself aware of those shadow impulses so that you're able to incorporate them into your life. I like the idea of him being at this stage in his life, where he really wasn't seeing that, and he didn't understand everything that was driving him because he was in a kind of emotional freefall. ”

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Interloper [Part 4]

Beetlejuice x Reader

Summary: Beetlejuice decides to handle things with the boy who sent you home crying.

CW: use of bugs, guy being a complete creep, sex fantasies,

Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3 <- -> Part 5 -> Finale

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You were asleep on the couch. Beetlejuice had covered you in your favorite blanket and put a pillow under your head. Admiring how peaceful you looked. Unable to believe some skeezebag would ever disrespect you.

“I’ll make sure that boy never hurts you again, babes,” he whispered as he petted your hair. Softly planting a kiss on top of your head.

He could not believe you had made him this soft. He was never one for domestic life. Never one to fully dedicate himself to one woman. He had never felt the kind of things you made him feel. And when you came home crying, that awoke something inside him. Never before had he felt his chest tug and stomach sink.

Normally, he would not leave your house. Keeping inside made your deal sealed. But this was different. He had to do something.

The boy was still out in these wee hours of the morning. No telling how many drinks deep as he hit on every girl in the bar. Inappropriate hands cupped and groped at every passing chick.

Beetlejuice took a seat beside him at the bar. Your ex-friend eyeballed him. Staring up and down at the pale man in the striped suit. Laughing when he saw his greenish blonde hair. “Isn’t it a little late for Halloween, bub?”

Beetlejuice swirled his glass. Ice cube clinking against the sides. Eyes shooting like daggers into the man beside him. Not even giving him a pity smile. Normally, he was the kind to joke around and have fun. But when it came to you, this was serious.

Watching as the boy swirled around in his chair to cat-call another new girl in the bar. Disgust written on her face. Annoying Beetlejuice further.

“So, you thinking of taking any of these chicks home?” Beetlejuice sipped at his drink.

“Nah. None of these chicks are good enough for me. To tell you the truth, I got blown off by this banging chick earlier. Fucking A-grade. Just trying to prove to myself that I still got game since fucking sluts like her can’t handle a guy like me,” he hiccuped.

Beetlejuice’s stomach did a flip. Fury igniting inside his body. Slut? His girl? Who did this asshole think he is? Hard fingers gripped his glass. Shattering it with his frustration.

“Woah, dude,” the boy’s eyes widened.

Shards of glass fell across the bar and onto the floor. His fist shook with anger. He had to calm himself down. Smoothing his hair down as he took a deep breath.

“You’re the type of guy to harass women until they give you what you want, eh? Even going as far as to send a girl you’ve known for years home crying,” Beetlejuice gritted his teeth.

The boy was perplexed. Sipping his drink as the man next to him rattled on. Suddenly feeling something swirl around in his mouth. Pressing his fingers between his lips and pulling the long object from his mouth. A centipede, alive and wiggling. Feet kicking and antennas rotating. He gagged. Spitting his drink across the bar. “WHAT THE FU—“

Beetlejuice snickered. Shutting him up with a zipper over his mouth. Feeling several eight legged sensations under his shirt and down his pants. Giant, black and white striped tarantulas roamed his body. Feeling the cold metal of his stool wrap around him, holding him in place while the creepy crawlies explored his skin. He wiggled and fought against the hold. Muffled screams came through the zipper. Eyes bulging out of his head as if they would explode. And Beej could always make them.

Beetlejuice threaded his fingers through the boy’s hair, pulling his head to make eye contact with him. “Next time you want to send a babe like Y/N home crying because you won’t stop yourself, remember this face. I won’t go easy on you. I’ll make you suffer in this life and the next,” his snake like tongue hissed.

Tears welled up in his eyes. Nodding over and over at Beetlejuice. Body shaking with fear. Begging him to release him.

Beetlejuice slapped him on the back of the head with a fake smile. Beginning to walk off before turning on his heel, snapping to spin the stool around to face him. “One more thing,” Beetlejuice’s face pried open revealing one of the most grotesque and horrifying faces you could imagine. Snarling and hissing at the boy who cried out in fear in front of him.

Laughing to himself as he exited the bar. Deciding to leave the boy detained. A problem he could deal with on his own.

Teach him to mess with his girl.

…

You woke up when the sunlight beamed in through your blinds. Squinting awake. Noticing that you had been tucked in, confused on who could have done such a sweet gesture.

No, he wouldn’t.

You pulled the blanket off you, still in your dress from the night before. Tears ridden with mascara stained the top of it. No sign of Beetlejuice anywhere. Deciding to go and wash away the night of mistakes.

Steaming hot water trickled along your skin. Hands caressed your skin, taking the soft loofah along them. Sighing as you dipped your head under the water. Mind running rampant with thoughts of Beetlejuice. Imagining how his cold hands would feel roaming your body now. Strong contrast to the hot water. The way your body would meet perfectly to the curve of his. Imagining his deep, raspy voice whispering things in your ear as his lips trailed your neck. The feeling of his cock curved against your ass.

What was going on with you?

~

[END//Part 4]

// Thank you so much for reading! I am very excited for the next spicy chapter. //

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@the--blackdahlia ~ @summonthewinchesters ~ @jewqueer ~ @vanessaedp ~ @catfoundfics ~ @llois-lane ~ @teo-tem ~ @s-lock-doctordonna ~ @jessicafangirl ~

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: slight sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, saying the wrong name during sex, Beetlejuice

AN: I know I'm a day late but this works out anyway so Happy (late) 73rd Birthday Michael Keaton!

I panted as VA thrust into me, head buried in my neck as he kissed and sucks along the skin there.

“(Y/N).” He moaned as I tilted my head back. VA ground against me as he pulled back to look at me. “I’m gonna cum. Cum for me. You need to cum first.” I nodded as he thrust hard into me.

“Beetlejuice!” I screamed as I came. VA grunted as he came, collapsing on me as his arms gave out. “Oh fuck VA.” I breathed out as he kissed his way to my lips. “That was…that was…” he hummed against my lips.

“yeah that was.” He chuckled, pulling out and moving to my side. VA pulled me into his arms, making sure to put my head on his chest. I hummed happily as I traced circles over his heart. “Who was that you were calling out for?” VA was looking over in the corner, smirking slightly.

"shit." I muttered. "Look. I'm sorry I said my ex's name during sex." VA hummed and rubbed my back.

"Three times." VA said. I pulled back to look up at him.

"Three times?" I asked, eyebrows shooting up. VA nodded, gently turning me so I could see who was sitting in the corner.

"Three times." Beetlejuice said, smirking at me. "Hi sweets. Long time no see." I gasped and jumped back, hitting VA in the chest. VA chuckled as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "I gotta say when you left me, I didn't think you'd shack up with someone who looks like me. Let alone me when I was living. Let alone you'd shack up with the living." I rolled my eyes.

"Come on Juice." I groaned. "Get outta here."

"Why should I?" He asked, getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I get a free show and I get to see the love of my life again." He laid down, head dangerously close to my legs. "Come on sweets. Give me another chance. What do ya say?" I shoved him away with my foot.

"What do I say?" I asked. Beetlejuice nodded. "I say..." Beetlejuice's smile grew and VA smirked at me before kissing my head. "Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice!" Beetlejuice disappeared with a pop and VA pulled me back to his chest. "Next time you catch me saying that, stop me." I said as I reached up to run my fingers through VA's hair.

"I'll do my best." He chuckled. "But you have to admit, he is kind of fun."

"Wait...how long was he watching?" I asked, horror creeping over my face. VA just laughed before rolling back on top of me for another round.

[the--blackdahlia]

The Table (Michael Keaton x Reader)

Title: The Table

Summary: You are the hottest thing in Hollywood and up for your first Academy Award

Warnings: Just some anxiety, but it's mainly fluff

For @84reedsy

You had gotten lucky. That’s the only thing you could think of. Your debut feature film had blown up in theaters, and from what you could tell lurking on your Tumblr blog, the fans were making Supernatural levels of fanart and discourse. Your short films had gotten studio attention, and then the screenplay you worked on with your best friend ended up being one of the hottest films of the summer.

You got lucky. In your mind, that was all there was to it.

You were up for best director. Your cast were up for best actor, best actress, best supporting actor, and best supporting actress. There were a few other categories, but the big one, best picture, made you nervous. People at the studio told you it’s an hour to even be nominated, and while you agreed, you were so nervous to see what the panel of voters thought of your work. This could make or break your career.

You walked the read carpet in a dress that cost more than your car payment your first year of college, and heels that made you feel taller than you really were. People yelled at you for your picture, and people kept stopping you to ask you questions. Mainly about “who are you wearing”” and “how much did your dress cost”. Things like that. You remembered seeing this stuff when you’d watch the Oscars back in your youth, but you never expected it to be quite this chaotic flurry.

You were so glad when you finally made it into the Dolby Theater and felt the chaos calm down slightly. You could see there was already a line at the bathroom, so you made a beeline for the bar. After you were handed your drink, you looked around and saw so many celebrities in one place. Ones you had grown up watching and ones you had just discovered recently.

This was your life now, and you weren’t sure if you actually belonged.

“Make sure you eat something before you go in,” Someone to your left spoke. One of your actors from your movie. “The tables are just for show. But at least they let us have water now.”

“Do we have to stay there the whole time? Isn’t this like a three hour show?”

“No, but just make sure if you’re leaving for any reason, it’s not right before your turn,” He chuckled a little. “I was at the SAG awards and Michael Keaton won for best actor and they had to wait on him because he was in the bathroom.”

“Oh my god,” You couldn’t help but laugh. You were glad he was there to help you calm down some.

“Hey, and no matter what we win or lose tonight, I want you to know you’re one of my favorite directors to work with. And I will be first in line at any future casting calls,” He gave you a smile before you walked away. Taking his advice, you grabbed some food and sat to eat while you waited to be let into the actual theater portion.

Before too long, you were seated at a table. You couldn’t see the other table cards due to the wine glasses of water, but you could see yours. Pristine white paper with your name written in golden scroll. You reached out and gently touched it. It was real. This was real. It was almost too much and you were starting to wonder if you could just get someone to accept any awards for you.

“Let’s see, here I am,” A voice spoke behind you. Then the chair next to you was pulled out and a man in a tux settled next to you. Turning to introduce yourself, you gasped. That wasn’t just any man in a tux.

It was Michael Keaton.

“Batman,” You whispered softly, but he heard you and chuckled.

“So you’ve seen my work. I’ve seen yours and loved it,” He held out a hand and you shook it. There was a bit of a linger hold before he pulled your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “It’s great to meet you Ms. (y/l/n).”

“Please, call me (Y/n) Mr. Keaton…Mr. Douglas…”

“Well, you can just call me Michael,” His smile was infectious and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but why are you at this table? Shouldn’t you be with the other A-listers?” You asked a little bit later when he moved his wine glass and you saw that, in fact, his name was right there next to yours. He chuckled lowly.

“I’ve never considered myself an A-lister. You ever seen Game 6? Or Quicksand? Yeah, not an A-lister,” He took a sip of his water. “Plus, you’re the hottest thing in Hollywood right now. I would not trade this chair for one between George Clooney and Brad Pitt.”

“I…what?”

“Sweetheart, you must not realize just how popular you are. The last time I saw this happen was when Tim, Tim Burton, made Beetlejuice.”

“T-Thanks!” You quickly grabbed your water and took a sip. “Sorry, just nervous.”

“I was for my first time to,” He winked. “It gets better. Trust me.”

Before too long, the ceremony started. As it got closer to best director, Michael could tell you were nervous. He reached out and gave your hand a squeeze when the category was announced.

“And the nominees for best director are: Rachael Hayes, Sunset in San Francisco; Alex Wayne, Batty; Lorien Toomes, The Vultures Nest; Chica Riker, Love or Money; and (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n), The Happenings of Ghost. And the winner is…” You closed your eyes and held Michael’s hand. You couldn’t hear anything with the blood pumping in your ears. You were just so nervous.

And then you felt him pull your hand.

“You won!” He yelled when you looked at him. “Come on babe!” He took your hand and led you to the stairs. He remembered you complaining about your heels earlier in the ceremony. The next thing you knew, he was leading you up the stairs to the stage, making sure you didn’t fall as you made sure your dress didn’t catch.

“Please stay,” You whispered. He could feel you shaking.

“I’ll be waiting stage left,” He told you before kissing your cheek. “Go get them sweetheart.”

You took a deep breath and went to the microphone. You were just so nervous, never expecting to win. You did your speech to the best of your ability, even taking time to thank Michael for his help before you were played off and headed back towards the stairs. Michael offered you his arm and helped you down.

“Thank you,” You told him when you got back to the table and sat your award down in front of you. That gold statue would sit on your shelf back home with your name plate from the table right next to it. You were an Academy Award winner.

“All I did was help you up and down the stairs,” He chuckled.

“No, you kept me calm. I almost ditched the event. I couldn’t stand the stress. But you helped me.”

“Well, maybe after this, we could go get some dinner. A good winding down. And I know the best late night place in Los Angeles.” Your eyes widened. You had just been invited on a date. With Michael Keaton. Your longtime childhood crush. And all you could do was say…

“Yes. I’d love that.”

[bimbogrimmreaper]

Wip :>

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Imagine confiding in Bob that you have a crush on Betelgeuse thinking he wouldn’t be able to tell him

[imagination-phantom]

“I know the shitty negative thoughts hurt babes, turn it off now … turn em off, that’s right … that’s mah girl …”

FINISHED!!

GAH IM SO EXCITED FOR THE MOVIE!!!! BEETLEJUICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! Naw my stinky boi one of my longest comfort character.~

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