The Weekend

Interruptions

A/N Special thanks to all the prompts you guys gave! I tried to include some in here so keep an eye out~

Also sorry this took so long I had a lot of work on my shoulders I needed to get out of the way but without further ado, I hope you enjoy! 

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You were blushing immensely. Dizziness was threatening to knock you down, but you weren't sure if it was from all the spinning or your emotional state that caused throbbing in your brain to the point you wanted to faint.

You could barely listen to the others. Lydia was pointing out all the flaws in Beetlejuice's dancing like how he almost had you headbutt one of the coffee tables on the ceiling whilst you were up there and how it was a miracle she was "too distracted to notice" while Barbara and Adam were on their own parental mission of teaching Beetlejuice about gratitude and the ways he can present it with flowers or a decorative card.

You couldn't help but giggle at the disorder that was occurring and that's when Beetlejuice looked at you and realised, he was being made a fool in your presence. His romantic plan was being flushed away and you could practically watch his face progressively fry in a frustrating heat. As yelled out a bellowing "ENOUGH!" you saw how his hair literally flared up in a tantalisingly rich ruby red that reflected his anger and embarrassment perfectly.

"What's a fuckin' demon gotta do to get some privacy in this house?!" he said as he walked towards you, scooping you up in his arms. You barely got to peek a last look at Lydia, who looked like she was going to burst out laughing, as he stormed away with you.

"H-Hey where are we going?" you said nervously as he winded down the halls, turning corners at a moderately fast pace. He didn't even look down at you as he grumbled out "Somewhere where that Edge Lord, and Mike and Carol Brady can't get to us..."

Eventually, Beetlejuice made his way with you to get onto the roof. At some point, he had to put you down so you two could scale up there, but he held your hand for the rest of the trip, often assisting you if you stumbled and guided you when he could. A small, but heart-warming action of gentleness on his behalf. The wind lashed at your exposed skin as you looked towards your favourite view. Much like a painting, the clouds were beautifully wispy against the soft blue sky that diverged into pinks and oranges due to the sun's slow descent.

Beetlejuice shifted in place for a second. He slapped his hands against his side and made a whistle that was more of an uneasy sigh due to its gradual decline in pitch. "So...I kinda lost my train of thought because of my blowout." Looking off at nothing, he raked his hand through his hair, as if combing out all the red hues that were formerly there in exchange to his infamous green.

"Well, I'd like to say something. The dance? The was the nicest thing anyone has done for me. It was so thoughtful for you to have planned that and I really appreciate it. Thank you, Beej." You walked closer towards him and wrapped your arms around his squishy exterior in a hugging motion.

You could just barely pick up on the movement of his arms behind you as they twitched in a way that suggested that he was unsure if he should reciprocate the hug or not. You eventually did feel his arms tenderly wrap you, as he squeezed you slightly.

It was like that for a significant amount of time until. Eventually, you only slightly pulled away from his teddy bear embrace and observed that he made no effort to pull away from the hug. His arms still were snaked around your lower back and he only lent back just enough for him to look into your eyes.

His mouth opened and closed as if to say something. It was like he was trying to comprehend why you would hug him...willingly. "I'm glad you liked it, Y/N, but I only did it as a Segway to uhhh..." his words began to trail off into small mumbles. You tilted your head slightly, lightly and sweetly asking "A Segway to what, BJ?" and it was at this miraculous point in time you were witnessing the facial expressions that had been a reflection Beetlejuice's brain trying to function. Much like a VHS, which started to whir and collapse as if the tape's reel malfunctioned due to it being yanked and tugged at by your words and he was just trying to configure sentences from this cassette anarchy. "Uhm, yes well I meant it as a way to lead me to uh, uhm, telling you that I uh..." he gulped, neck bobbling along with it as his eyes darted to your lips. If he physically could, he would be sweating profusely due to how you nonchalantly glazed your tongue over your delightfully soft lips, them causing them to glisten and glint. He absentmindedly mimicked you. "I w-wanted to tell you I aughh-" his breathing, even if needn't any, was laboured and heavy. All this tension could kick start his heart up because of his current euphoric state. The only thing you could do is watch in awe at this man crumble. But you still waited patiently...eagerly for what he had to say. Your eyes sparkled with desire and expectancy for him to confess the thoughts and feelings you felt likewise.

 As for Beetlejuice, this was torture on a personal level. Beetlejuice could flirt with anyone and anything, but he harboured feelings for you. He couldn't treat you like a floozy. He's never felt like this towards anyone before, and by god, he didn't want to fuck up and lose you as he does with most people. You practically radiate any room with your classic smile and your kindness managed to make this evil demon weak and practically buckling at the knees. Even if he was a lump of coal and you were a diamond.

But if his brain couldn't articulate his feelings into words only, one action could.

"Fuck it. I'm finding out what's in Pandora's box." He swiftly exclaimed as he dived down smashing his lips against yours, hungrily. You let out an "MMHPH-" clearly winded as he literally took your breath away. His hands travelled up to your shoulders and he squeezed them as he let out a groan of relief and pleasure. His lips were cold, chapped and roughly colliding with yours but oh, was this the best feeling right now. It was like electricity sparked and surged through your blood. An exhilarated sense of excitement mixed with a feverish heat that made every aspect of you blush against him. For someone as cold as he was, it felt like you were on fire. His hands made an attempt to pull you closer to him as if he was trying to have you two fuse into a mass of desperate, hellbent desire.

If it were any other day, Beetlejuice may have been more gentle and slow with a kiss but this one was built upon pent up on emotions as he savagely grazed his tongue against your lower lip, allowing him further access into your mouth due to the parting of your lips. He began to push you against one of the angled faces of the roof for a means of support as you threw a leg against his hip with him grabbing the underside of that thigh, holding it there and squeezing it.

Unsure of where you put your hands, you opted to have it on his neck keeping a consistent closeness between you of two with your hold whereas the other hooked around his back for further balance in your surprise making-out session. While the friction was devilishly enticing, you couldn't help but think about how this was the best possible way for him to confess to you. Actions speak louder than words and considering the noises you two were making, you second that greatly.

You lent your head back to catch your breath whereas Beetlejuice didn't have to, so he took this as a chance to crane his head down to an exposed area of your neck and start nibbling at your skin. His cold lips fleeted across every inch of your skin he could reach before biting gently on your earlobe. His teeth sooner or later softly scraped its way back down to the first spot he landed on, attacking that location with more soft bites. His stubble would scratch occasionally on your sensitive skin which added a whole new feeling to the mix, leaving you to become a mere puddle of heat in his arms.

You were just about to mewl out Beetlejuice's name, but someone already filled the blank for you.

"LAWRENCE BEETLEJUICE!"

You didn't whip your head to register this dry and raspy voice in time as Beetlejuice practically ripped himself off you like Velcro.

"MOM?!"