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Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical
Chapters: 17/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae)
The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell
Word Count: 1,922
Warnings:M for Mature Content, a bit of Fluff
Notes: Not as tragic as you might think backstory ahead. However, there are mentions of injury.
Toast was a tricky food to master.
Not only did one have to factor in the age and setting of each individual toaster available, but the thickness of the bread was vital to the equation. There was thin line between “just right” and “burnt offerings”, usually moving from one end of the spectrum to the other in the literal blink of an eye.
Lydia squinted her eyes, peering into the orange glow of the toasting mechanisms, trying to determine the level of toast her bread had achieved. Behind her at the kitchen table, Beetlejuice sat quietly, deep in concentration as he mulled over the newspaper spread out before him. Normally, he could solve the weekly bridge puzzle within a few minutes, but his mind was somewhere else, and the answer was eluding him.
With a soft growl, he erased the notes he had been making in the margins of the puzzle, smacking the bits of eraser off the table with more force than what was needed. The soft scritching of graphite against newsprint started up again, only to be interrupted -again- with muttered curses and furious erasing.
His bestest best friend was torn between asking him why he was so irritable that morning, or continuing to monitor her toast situation. Both options were precarious paths to navigate, and both of them could end in misery if she wasn’t being extra careful.
“So… hard hand dealt out this week?” Lydia made the first cautious move, still focused on her breakfast. “It’s always the diamonds that get me. You get week after week without them, and then the whole hand is littered with them. Do you think actual bridge is easier to play? I mean, after you scour the world for two other people that not only know but can play it.”
There was no response from the spectre; not even a sound of half-assed acknowledgement.
Concern overtook caution, and Lydia turned to face the dead silent man at the table. Beej was just staring at the paper now, the pencil being thoroughly chewed to bits within the maw of teeth he sported, the end dangling like a cigarette out of the corner of his mouth. Reaching over the table, she snapped her fingers close to his face, trying to get his attention.
“What did I tell you about eating pencils? Quit- quit doing that! You’re gonna drool all over the table.” The petite woman snatched the pencil away from him, raising her voice a little. “Earth to BJ? You in there today?”
He snapped upright with a frown, licking his teeth free of graphite and wooden splinters like an animal, “Did my little Holly-Jolly have a cat?”
Blinking, she took in his navy blue appearance, the space around him seeming to shift like it was an out of focus photo, “A what- oh god, my toast!”
Lydia plucked the now charred pieces of bread out of the toaster, setting them on a plate as smoke gently wafted into the air. Grumbling, she sat down that the table across from him, grabbing a butter knife and attempting to scrape away the burnt coating.
“A cat? Nah, Holli’s allergic to most animals.” She replied, glancing back at the empty bread box on the counter, “Ugggh, out of bread. Knew I should have given her a list…”
“Holidae lied to me.” Beetlejuice’s reply was flat, spoken from low in his chest. “Why would she lie to me, Lyds?”
The crunching of the knife against crispy bread stopped immediately at his use of Holidae’s proper name. Lydia’s brain started clocking a thousand impulses a minute, going through several ways to continue the conversation without endangering herself or the house.
“OKay… okay… we need to back this conversation up really fast because you jumped the tracks on me, buddy.” She continued to work on her breakfast, trying to keep the atmosphere light. “What did she supposedly lie about?”
“The cat,” one clawed finger started picking at a small hole in the tablecloth.
She waited to see if he would elaborate before trying again, “She told you she had a cat? Alright, that’s not a huge offense yet, so what was the context? I can’t answer the question without all the facts, Beej.”
Beetlejuice was tearing the tablecloth now, “We were takin’ a shower-”
Lydia grimaced, “I want you to keep any sleazy, porno-riffic details to yourself, or I won’t help you.”
“Nothin’ happened in the shower.” There was a flash of his usual humor peeking through the distress, but only for a moment. “She’s got these big scar things on her arms so I asked her and she said it was a cat. But if she never had a cat, then she lied right to my face. I lie to other people, sure, but nobody lies to me. Not anymore. No offense.”
“None taken,” she shook her head, sighing heavily. “Unfortunately, this is not an adventure I can lead you on, my friend. I am not in charge of Holli’s personal… things. Don’t ask her about it, don’t mention it again. Forget you saw anything and move along.”
She waved her hand in a Jedi-like fashion, earning her a deeper frown from the ghoul. Exhaling a long breath of air, Lydia stuck an unburnt bit of toast into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. If she just spilled all of Holli’s dirty laundry to BJ, there was a very good chance Holidae would drag her to the third floor and toss her out an open window. If she kept quiet like a churchmouse, Beej could very well do the same thing; and truth be told she was not ready to spend an entire afterlife being annoyed by the ghostly guide.
Better the devil you know?
“I will tell you once and only once: you are not allowed follow up questions, nor are you allowed to interrupt me for any reason. Capice?” Lydia stuck out her hand for him to shake, knowing tempting him a deal would get him to behave for the time being.
The force at which he smacked his palm against hers, coupled with the grip he took hold of her hand, made her wince in discomfort. She could hear the faint popping sound between her knuckles as he squeezed extra hard, pulling his hand away with an unwavering stare. Lydia rubbed her hand gingerly, pouting as she tried to think of where to even start. Certain tidbits of information could be dangerous if let slip to him by accident; the ghost tended to err on the side of literal meanings of certain idioms or phrasing, which wasn’t helpful when trying to explain a serious topic in a less-serious way.
“Yes, they were kinda… her fault. No, they weren’t intentional.” Lydia began, gauging his reaction carefully. “Has she been acting any differently around you since… ahem, things progressed with your liaisons?”
The spectre nodded as the gears in his head started whirring, but kept quiet to honor his ‘no interruptions’ caveat.
“Holli has these… habits when she’s in a relationship with someone. It starts with little things. Stuff that used to bother her about the other person seem to drop off. She doesn’t vocalize anything, just starts going along with the flow. Things that should be red flags looks all green and cheery. Ya know, smitten? She likes what they like, does what they do, etc. Like a mimic. Then she starts to put the other person’s importance ahead of her own. Huge people-pleaser territory. Don’t ask, never bothered to pry. Which you really shouldn’t either, but that’s moot now. ” She stopped herself, trying to think how to go about putting such a delicate topic. “Someone took advantage-”
“Someone?” He couldn’t help himself, digging his claws into the table.
“Irrelevant.” She snapped, “The point is: Holli forgets things. She tends to forget important things like eating, sleeping, right from wrong…”
Lydia watched him carefully as he listened intently, taking note of his solemn mood, “Well, I went on that trip with dad and Delia a few summers ago, remember? And I didn’t… hadn’t paid attention to the fact Holli was starting to get all involved with her last boyfriend. He seemed pretty harmless, but he wasn’t the best human out there. But you couldn’t tell her that for anything. He hung the moon and stars, and she followed his every word. Followed him everywhere.”
She paused, taking another bite of toast. Even though Holidae never once put the responsibility of her mental health upon her, deep down, Lydia regretted not catching the early warning signs of Holidae’s episode. Lydia was still dealing with her own internalized issues, and Holli always told her to take care of herself more than anyone else.
Beej tilted his head sharply, knowing his friend was thinking hard about something, but he wasn’t sure exactly what it could be. Lydia only thought that hard when she was trying to concoct a lie, or spare him some tedious details that wouldn’t have made sense to a demon like him. Breather details. Things he never had to experience, or things he never needed to consider.
Swallowing her toast, she continued softly, “When I got back, Holli had been admitted into the hospital. They said she hadn’t slept in days, which made her all the more susceptible to his influence. Apparently, so the police report says, he had convinced her to sneak into some old, abandoned building one night for kicks. Problem was, the place was surrounded with barbed wire, and she’s not… graceful. So, he got over the fence with no effort, but Holli… didn’t. Her arms got caught up by the wires and she dropped about seven feet. Head injury. Couldn’t remember a damn thing before the accident… not even me being gone! The first thing she asked me when I saw her in the hospital was if I had missed my flight. It had been a week since I told her goodbye. Guy was never seen again. Ghosted her- er, pardon the expression. Holidae had a lot to think about while she was healing, I’ll tell you that much.”
Lydia let out a humorless laugh; memories of her friend hooked up to machines like Frankenstein’s monster with wire all over flooded her mind. Holli looking like death warmed over, sitting confused in the hospital bed and picking idly at a cup of jell-o.
Holidae had been more concerned about her. Her vacation. Not even comprehending her situation until a few days later.
Wisely, the young lady did not disclose the gruesome details of Holidae’s recovery to her demonic pal. Something deep in her gut told her that he wouldn’t have been thrilled to learn about the agonizing healing process; long nights unable to find relief as the skin stitched back together. Pain killers only did so much.
“Just… don’t bring up the scars again, okay?” Lydia sighed, a bit relieved to get that weight off of her shoulders.
Sometimes, it was good to talk things out with a third party; human status notwithstanding. Before Beetlejuice could give any sort of response, the front door opened, the sound of keys clattering into a ceramic dish filling the silence.
“Lyddy, they were out of that weird cereal you like, so I got you the off brand in the industrial sized bag. Should last a few decades.” Holidae’s voice carried into the kitchen, causing both Lydia and Beej to turn toward the entryway to the hall.
In a flash, the demon vanished from his seat at the table, reappearing in the foyer much to Holidae’s shock. With a snap of his fingers, the bags she was balancing in her arms were neatly placed on the kitchen counter, and Holidae herself was wrapped tightly within his grasp.
“Whoa… hey, Juice, are you okay? I was only gone for like an hour.” Holidae was muffled against his coat, half her face pressed into his shoulder.
“Exactly! A whole hour! What if something cool had happened and you weren’t around to see it? Or you might have been kidnapped by angry lawn gnomes! Which means I would have to heroically charge in and save you from their clutches, and of course you would reward me with a night of hot, passionate- oh. You know what? That sounds super special awesome.” He was babbling, pressing sloppy kisses all over her forehead. “Go back out and make yourself attractive to lawn gnomes. Go GO GO!”
Quietly, Lydia listened from the kitchen, surprised that Beej actually listened to her warnings about keeping Holidae unaware of what she had told him.
Then again, there was no guarantee he would keep that promise for long.
Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical
Chapters: 16/?
Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae)
The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell
Word Count: 1,922
Warnings: M for Mature Content, a bit of Fluff
Notes: I'm rewriting the last couple chapters of my fic because I realized it wasn't going in the direction I had in mind. So if this seems familiar, it's not just you.
Holidae was beginning to realize that, not only had she acquired a ghostly bedmate, but that she had come into possession of a large, fickle cat.
Beetlejuice would follow her room to room; sometimes drifting somewhere near the ceiling, or sticking close enough to trip her up if she wasn’t paying attention to his placement. She already lacked a gift for spatial awareness and having a full grown adult male glue himself to her personal space was not going to do her any favors. He was never out of her peripheral, intentionally placing himself with her sight lines the moment she would turn her head.
A passing thought wandered into her head as she made herself some coffee, glancing up at the demon sitting on the countertop as he swung his legs around childishly. Was he afraid he would cease to exist in her mind if she didn’t see him wandering around? Was it some sort of ghost rule she wasn’t aware of?
The toe of his boot was tapping against her leg, earning him a quirked eyebrow, “You want a cup?”
Shaking his head, he merely continued tapping her leg.
Rolling her eyes into the back of her head, Holidae shuffled out of the kitchen with her filled cup, nearly spilling it when she felt his arms wrap around her neck from behind. It had become his new favorite game: clinging to various parts of her without supplying any extra weight.
His hands started to wander lower, slipping under her arms and around to unabashedly grope her chest, “You’re warm.”
Instead of peeling him off of her like a static balloon, she let him hold whatever part of her stuck his fancy. She figured it was better than trying to pry any elaboration to his comment out of him, since he had a habit of being dodgy with it came to the Living. Beej’s body would start leeching the heat from her skin, it was true, but there was no discomfort once their temperatures balanced out.
Futile as it might have been, Holidae tried to go about her routine while he was still attached to her. Soft whispered promises and not so subtle mouthing along her neck were ruining her concentration; and the thought of relenting to his advances was too tempting to ignore.
How much did they spend on camera film this month? Would it better to order it in bulk? She drummed her fingers on the ledger on the table, desperately trying to ignore his hand sliding under the waistband of her pants.
In all fairness, she managed to hold out until his cold fingers brushed against the thin fabric of her undergarments. A personal accomplishment in willpower, if nothing else.
Beej was obviously in more dire straights than Holidae, not even bothering to use his supernatural abilities to get them into a bed or sofa. Instead, it was a sloppy, dirty affair against the hallway wall; all teeth and claws as he devoured her smaller form. Invisible limbs held her fast against the wall, allowing his corporeal hands to busy themselves disrobing her until her bottom half was completely bare save for her socks.
This was not the careful, intimate encounter from last night, and she reveled in the feel of his large body pressing against her as he struggled to unbutton his trousers. There was no finesse, no thought of anything to do with comfort or preparation, just a base need exchanged in a shared look between them as he pushed up into her heat. Holidae choked out a sob, the stinging burn sending shockwaves through her nerves.
It hurt, but it was delicious.
Beetlejuice darted forward to capture her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing the mewling whimpers that bubbled up from her throat as he started to move within her. Holidae buried her hands into his soft hair, a mix of pink and murky emerald, and tugged hard, wanting him to hurt as payment for his haste. She was rewarded with a shameless moan from the demon, his claws digging into the flesh of her hips like needles.
Almost as if it pained him to do so, he slowed down his frantic thrusts, pulling back in order to watch her face with a laser-focused intensity. Holidae could only imagine what he saw, unable to see her reflection in those gold eyes of his. No doubt a sweaty, breathless mess of a woman; flushed with lust only for him. It was almost frightening how easily he turned her on, how he seemed to know just where to touch and what to say in that gravel-laden voice.
Beej tilted his head sharply to one side, reminding her of a raptor in a dinosaur film. Unclear if he was curious about something in her expression, or about to tear her throat out with his teeth.
Either way, there was a noticeable fluttering in the pit of her stomach at the thought of him turning full predator in an instant; a primal reaction that went straight to her core, feeding her arousal tenfold.
Terrifying and thoroughly wanton.
The ghost followed each micro-expression as it flitted across her face, his eyes turning dark with lustful pride at how utterly helpless she looked under him. He ran his tongue along his teeth, chuckling as her eyes followed the motion with keen interest. His little breather wouldn’t have to wait long to feel that unnaturally long appendage as he licked a stripe against her neck, lingering around her artery. It was wet and thick against her skin, coaxing the most beautiful cry from her lips.
“My little breather…” Beetlejuice pinned her hard against the wall, keeping them both still. “You are mine, aren’t you, Holidae?”
Panting, she tried to roll her hips against him, unhappy at the loss of delicious friction inside her, “What a question to ask at a t-time like this. You think I’d let just anyone b-b-be in your position? How low do you think me?”
Laughing at her, he snapped his pelvis forward, eliciting a low moan from deep within her chest, “There you go ruining a perfectly romantic moment with your logic. You’re supposed to say ‘Oh BJ, I’m only yours~’. Or something like that. I like hearing you say that kinda thing while getting shagged silly. Call me a narcissist, a selfish prick if you want, but what can I say? I like my ego stroked.”
“You’re a selfish prick.” She managed to give him a deadpanned reply, biting her lip in frustration.
He rewarded her with the motion she so desperately wanted, setting a brutal pace, “That’s my good girl! Don’t want you going all starry-eyed and stupid on me. No fun without a little bite, you know what I mean?”
Holidae wasn’t sure if he was really expecting another witty remark, but he knocked all the fight out of her when he angled her body just so against the wall. She buried her face against his shoulder, the heady scent of smoke and fresh dirt filling her lungs with each breath she took. Vaguely, she could hear him muttering something into the crook of her neck, his hold on her becoming impossibly tight. The invisible limbs wrapped around her like a blanket, no part of her untouched; as though they were trying to block out everything from her existence, save for him.
—
Later, when they were both clean -again- after a few more rounds of “fun time” - a term he used much to her chagrin - they lounged outside in the chilly autumn weather. Beetlejuice lounged in one of the deck chairs, a cigarette between his lips and his hands behind his head, while Holidae was straddling his lap, her hands idly tracing shapes on the lapels of his coat. Slowly, her hands moved up to the sides of his head, covering the tips of his pointed ears. Frowning, she moved onto his hair next, blocking out the bright color with the palm of her hand and squinting as she studied him.
“What’re you doing?” Beej cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Trying to picture you as a human.” Holidae’s tongue peeked out from her lips as she concentrated her efforts.
With barely a twitch of his hand, his appearance shifted beneath her, the more demonic parts of him melting away - quite literally- as she watched. The difference was subtle in some respects: he still had the same build, the same rounded face covered with a fine layer of stubble. His hair was still unruly, but a normal mousey brown shade that lacked the vibrancy she had come to expect. His skin was fair in color, no longer dotted with bits of mold and dirt, and his eyes were dulled to a normal amber shade. No pointed ears, no claws as he reached to remove the cigarette from his mouth, and no sharp teeth were visible when he gave her a lopsided grin.
“Well?” Even his voice was different; soft and smooth as honey.
Holidae pulled her hands away from him as though they were burning against the newly “living” flesh of his face, going so far as to shift her weight back on his thighs.
He looked… wrong to her.
Shaking her head, she held her arms tight against her sides, “I… I don’t like it.”
“No? You wanted to know what I looked like as a breather, what’s not to like about me?” Beej watched her carefully, taking note of the obvious discomfort she presented.
“It’s just… I dunno.” Her nose scrunched up slightly, suddenly very interested in a leaf that fluttered down and landed on his tie, “If I would have seen you like this from the get-go, it might have been different. Probably would have had a hell of time working up the nerve to talk to you. Handsome, ya know? Too handsome. Cute, even.”
There was a very long pause before he cleared his throat, “I really hope there’s more to that thought.”
Holidae’s hands flew up to her cheeks, trying to conceal the mortified embarrassment that plastered itself on her expression, “Not that you’re not handsome as you are! Goddamn that sounded bad. I can’t- that is- mortal you is good looking and all, but I like you because you don’t look like normal guy. I guess. Maybe? Something about you is attractive to me, okay? I can’t even be articulate with you sometimes. You fluster me and I really like your eyes and most bits of you….”
She suddenly frowned as her face flushed even deeper as a result of her confessions, giving him a playful punch in the gut for good measure, “…and you just got me to admit that out loud. You sneak.”
With his signature head tilt, he took a long drag off his cigarette, the smoke billowing in a gloomy little cloud and obscuring his face for a moment. When it dissipated, he looked like himself again; earning him the reward of Holidae leaning forward with her face against the crook of his neck. He couldn’t be sure, but he swore he heard her sigh in what could be relief. But that would be too much to ask, he figured. He took what he could get when it came to this new, freely-given affection, unsure of how long the honeymoon phase would last. Better to appreciate it while he could.
“I guess I’m lucky?” He snickered, his free hand resting against her lower back, “Not everyone can admit they have terrible taste.”
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