little thing about my musician soap and stagehands ghost and roach idea from here (18+, not too explicit but soap is horny lol)
usually ghost and roach are both covered head to toe in black, heavy steel toed boots, thick work pants, hoodies, and of course their masks. but there’s only so much heat they can withstand once it starts getting warmer outside, already working up a sweat moving around heavy equipment on stage.
soap learns that hot days are a blessing, because no matter how annoying sweating bullets through his sound check is, it’s all worth it once his two favorite stage hands start losing layers.
he forgets the lyrics to his own most popular song when he first sees ghost strip off his hoodie, the black tank top underneath showing off not just his arms, but dipping low enough to expose his collar bones as well.
soap knows he needs to look away, focus on finishing his sound check, but the second he manages to tear his gaze from the sheen of sweat on ghost’s skin, roach peels off his own hoodie.
the tshirt under it is sinfully tight around his arms and torso, riding up a little and giving soap a peek of a happy trail that has him near drooling.
they seem like they’re off in their little world, and soap can’t help but be endeared by the way they seem to do everything together. ghost even grabs them both water bottles from the pack on the side of the stage (soap nearly trips on a cable the way he leans forward when ghost bends over to grab the waters.)
he finally manages to turn back to the empty venue he’s supposed to be facing as he does his sound check, but the flush reddening his face remains.
(he isn’t the only one who’s been staring - the view from behind soap as he prances around in his too-tight jeans is pretty good too, if you ask ghost and roach.)
So I think in this au Lydia did not suceed in killing Beetlejuice. I think she managed to get his shoulder, which is why there is a scar, but he ran away. So during the next few hours he was wandering around Winterriver (or at least thats what I think the town is called) and slowly lost his memory.
A person from the theatre troop saw him and brought them to the theatre. After a nights sleep Beetlejuice has no real memories of who he was, but he does remeber a backstory. The troop asked a bunch of stuff of him and made like theories that defintily influenced his perception of his past.
I think that he should also have like a mark that kind of "stores" his memories and powers. So a human should not possess the power of a demon, so sometimes he gets these fullbody pains on bad days or just shoulder and backaches, sometimes even migraines.
He got the piercings while drunk not even five days after, because that troop is not a good influence. They are all chaotic little theatre kids. They mostly produce stuff like the starkid produtions, the guys who made the guy who didnt like musicals, yknow. He now works at the local theatre with teh guys and maybe Lydia and him meet again when she goes to see a show of them with her class.
In the end, I think that she would try to get her family to accept him again and not tell him about his past. Maybe Juno can come and fuck it all up, by killing him herself and then dragging the now demon again Beetlejuice back under her influence or something. I think im naming this au: stagehands (hehe very funny I know)
i’m just weak for theater! aus since i’m a total musical nerd. take these doodles for now but there’s more to come because this au is brilliant and i love it
and i couldn’t resist dressing tweek up as someone from my favorite musical. can you guess which one it is?
stagehands ghost and roach who nearly forget they need to go out and reset the stage after the opening band because they’re too busy making out and grinding on each other while thinking about soap. they saw him getting ready in the dressing room putting his eyeliner on and ghost immediately dragged roach to a semi secluded corner to shove his tongue down his throat
after load-in is finished and the bulk of the equipment is set up on stage, the whole crew rotates taking smoke breaks. by now, no one questions it when ghost and roach make their way outside together — it’s almost an initiation ritual for any new hire to catch them shotgunning smoke between kisses in the back alley, if not more. everyone knows they’ll be back in ten ready to work, masks covering presumably kiss-swollen lips.
soap does not know this.
he tries not to be too obvious as he looks around after his sound check, hoping to spot the two masked figures he’s seen stalking around and lifting hundreds of pounds of equipment like it’s nothing. he’s always had a thing for big guys, especially strong ones, and after feeling both their stares on him? he’s itching to try and chat them up.
instead, he again tries to be subtle with his sigh of disappointment when there’s no sign of them, running his hand through his sweaty mohawk and making his way toward the back door for a smoke.
he’s got an unlit cig already dangling from his lips as he pushes open the door, which promptly drops along with his jaw as he sees the two men he was just thinking of.
a chance to talk and smoke with them would’ve been good, great even, but they don’t seem to be in the mood for conversation. he wouldn’t even be able to tell there were two men there at al if the one pinned against the wall wasn’t taller, having to bend his neck to press his lips to the other’s — at least soap assumes that’s what’s happening, all he can really see is the back of one head and the top of another.
he’s almost relieved he can’t see their faces. as much as he wants to, he would want it to be on their terms and not an accident. that doesn’t stop him from drinking up the details he can see — a stretch of tanned neck, tousled curls, hands moving under the back of a hoodie.
soap stares for longer than he should. can’t seem to tear his eyes away, not when his cig drops to the ground, not when a sliver of skin is revealed as one of the men’s hoodies is rucked up, not even when he hears an honest to god whimper from where they’re pressed together.
he only moves when warm brown eyes meet his before promptly fluttering shut, breaking soap out of his trance as he finally stumbles back through the door he never even fully got through.
soap stuffs his hands in his pockets and wills himself to walk at a normal pace toward the nearest bathroom, trying not to cum in his briefs from a kiss he didn’t even properly see.
outside, roach giggles into ghost’s mouth, thigh pushed between his and grinding meanly against his over-sensitive cunt. ghost’s grip on roach’s waist is surely leaving little finger shaped bruises, but he hardly notices as he tries to come down from his high.
roach peppers his face with kisses as his breathing slows, pulling back after a minute to roll their masks back over their mouths. he pats ghost’s cunt as he backs away, and the gleam is his eye says he’ll absolutely be teasing ghost later about coming from a little grinding and eye contact.
but for now they have to straighten out their clothes and get back to work, pretending like they aren’t planning to corner the pretty musician after his set and see if he’ll let them show him a good time.
I was a stagehand for YEARS and I'm obsessed with your soapghostroach au. Are you, perchance, okay with fanart?
holy shit of course, i’d be absolutely honored to get fanart!!! i’m so glad you like the idea, i didn’t stay with stagehand work for very long for a few reasons but yeah i’m having a ton of fun with this! definitely wanna write more and i’m SO excited to use my little experiences as details for the au :D absolutely tag me if you make art that would be awesome!!!!!!
