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vicunaburger · 4 years

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Admittedly, I’m Hard to See

Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical Chapters: 4/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae) The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell Word Count: 1,550 Warnings: M for Language

Notes: Beej is a dramatic little bastard. HE WENT TO JULLIARD, GUYS. He is drama baby.

In Which Introductions are Made

The human female and the ghostly male sat in a long, uncomfortable silence; neither one of them willing to make the first delicate move. A few times, Holidae took a deep breath in preparation for speaking, but instead kept her mouth shut. Nervously, she started to chew on her lower lip, aggravating the skin that had already bruised from the last time she gave in to the habit.

Beetlejuice eventually eased himself into sitting cross legged on the hardwood floor, his knees pressing against her legs with the lightest pressure. It was a two-fold maneuver: one, to get himself comfortable, and two, to keep her pinned between the bed and his body. There was a good chance she would try to bolt out of reach once she gathered her wits. He didn’t want playtime to end too early.

He watched as her eyes darted from the door to the card still held in her hand, the paper crinkling in her iron grip. Slowly, he reached out and took the card away, setting it on the floor next to them. Each motion was calculated; like an animal wrangler on those nature shows Lydia liked to watch late at night.

“Now, I’m going to take your lack of a proper greeting- stop that” Beetlejuice darted his hand out and pulled her lip from in between her teeth. “Gonna ruin that mouth- your lack of a greeting that you can in fact see me, but you are speechless with awe of my good looks. I know. I get it. It’s a lot to take in at once, but please take your time. Let your eyes wander… start undressing me…”

Holidae touched her lips briefly, pulling away to find her fingertips dotted with blood, “Habit.”

“It speaks!” Beetlejuice clapped his hands excitedly, “And you can see me. This is the best day ever. Wanna know why?”

“…because that fall actually killed me and hell is surprisingly familiar?” she replied, subtly attempting to move away, but only succeeding in rubbing her legs against his.

“Ha, cute. Precious, but no. You are very much alive,” a hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder, keeping her immobile. “You and I are friends now. Not bestest best friends; that’s Lyds. She’s special. You are not as special as Lydia, but I wanna be pals. Compadres. Friends with benefits?”

She blinked down at the clawed hand, swallowing heavily, “Lydia’s your friend?”

“Bestest best,” he corrected, enjoying the feel of her sweater beneath his fingers. “I get why she could wanna keep me all to herself, though. But I figured; share the wealth since we’re roomies now. There’s plenty of me to go around, Holly’n’Ivy.”

Holidae started to calculate her chances of making a mad dash for the bedroom door. He had the advantage over her in a few ways, but maybe she could gain a few feet before being caught. If nothing else, the attempt would make her feel not-as-helpless as she did currently.

Beetlejuice could almost hear the gears turning in her brain, figuring she would be going to go on the offensive any moment. With a soft puff of smoke, he vanished, reappearing behind her with his hands under her arms to help her stand up.

Unable to do much but comply, she let herself be placed upright like a marionette. Beetlejuice was none too subtle about holding his thick fingers tight against the sides of her chest, getting a good feel of her breasts hidden beneath her sweater.

“Hey,” Holidae spun on her heel, puffing herself up to seem bigger than she was, “Those aren’t for you.”

“Be nice if they were.” He shrugged, adjusting his suspenders under his jacket, “I certainly wouldn’t mind taking care of them for you- oh no you don’t.”

Holidae had bolted for the door, just twisting the knob before a dozen ghostly padlocks barred her escape. She rattled the chains in a childish gesture, looking back over her shoulder at her captor. He was busying himself with getting comfortable in her bed, kicking off his boots, shrugging off his jacket, and leaning back against the headboard.

She turned to face him fully, an incredulous look on her face, “Excuse me, do you mind?”

Beetlejuice patted the spot next to him, “Nope. There’s plenty of room for us, babydoll. What’s the thread count on the sheets? Above five hundred?”

“What do you want?”, Holidae moved to stand at the end of the bed, “My soul? Probably not worth much, but then again I don’t know the current exchange rate. My first born? My organs? I kinda need the organs in general… so not that. Blood too, that’s important to me.”

The ghost chuckled, pulling a cigarette out and offering it to her, “You want one? You seem twitchy.”

“No, thank you.” She shook her head. “Wait. What? Just… why are you on the bed? Aren’t you some… demon? Boogeyman thing? Why aren’t you being more menacing?”

He blew a few smoke rings into the air, gesturing to the whole of her, “I am having way too much fun watching whatever this is, sweetheart.”

Before she continued her ranting, Holidae walked over and moved an empty glass on the bedside table closer to him. He tilted his head slightly, his vivid green hair dulling into a moderate violet. Every move she was making was imprinting itself into his brain; another piece of the puzzle being slotted into place.

“Ashes,” she explained, seeing the puzzled look on his face.

Without a word, he flicked the excess ashes into the cup she provided.

“Thank you, now. I find it most difficult to believe that not only are you friends with Lydia, but that she would neglect to tell me about some guy living in the house with us. Which means you’re lying, because she has no reason to lie to me.” Holidae paced the room, tugging at her hair in frustration.

He held up a hand in protest, “My bestest best friend would totally lie to you. I taught her everything I know.”

“Okay. Fine, let’s say she lied. Now I have to deal with that knowledge.” Holidae stopped pacing, “The point is that… that…”

She trailed off, all her previous bluster deflating quickly. Was there really a point to be made in a situation like this? There was some random… person… making himself at home in her bed - that Lydia may or may not know personally - who seemed to possess some degree of supernatural prowess. Bending down, she picked up the forgotten business card, trying to discern any fine print she may have missed.

Beetlejuice watched her go through at least three stages of grief during that long pause, content to let her puzzle things out for herself. Holidae was so different from the Deetz and Maitland clans. A new breather to mold into something fun to play with for a while. Half the work was already done for him given her little quirks such as the unprompted ashtray, and the fact she hadn’t gone screaming in terror the moment he showed up.

She was hospitable, which meant there was no immediate danger of him being banished for now.

It was going to be fun learning all those buttons to push. Bonus points if he could get hands on those knockers again. Future goal.

“I should talk to Lydia about all this.” Holidae broke the silence, gesturing to the door. “Let me out?”

Beetlejuice shook his head, “It’ll open in the morning. Don’t need you interrupting her sleep.”

“I could yell really loud,” she challenged, taking a deep breath. “LY-”

Holidae found herself screaming face first into her pillow instead of the open air, the ghost having the forethought to translocate her person onto the bed next to him, face down. It was… not a pleasant sensation. Her body felt like it was waking up on pins and needles from being stationary too long.

She turned her head toward him, getting an eyeful of black and white striped waistband connected to suspenders, “If you could never do that again, I would appreciate it.”

Beetlejuice dropped the cigarette into the cup, scooting his body down to get eye level with her, “I’m sure you would, but that means I’d be denying myself the enjoyment.”

Holidae rolled her head back to squish her face into the bed, sighing heavily, “…Six-fifty, I think.”

One of his claws started poking at her in various places, and he snickered when he prodded the squishy flesh of her hips, causing her to roll to the edge of the mattress. “What’s that?”

“The thread count.” She replied, trying to push him off the bed with her feet. “Get… get up! Don’t you have your own bed? If I’m gonna be trapped here for the night, at least let me have my privacy.”

Holidae found herself kicking at the air, her bedmate now standing in the middle of the room, putting his jacket back on. Irritated, she sat up and whipped her pillow in his direction, catching him square in the center of his chest. For a few tense moments, neither of them moved; Holidae thinking she nailed her own coffin shut, and Beetlejuice surprised at the sudden attack.

With a dramatic sigh, Beetlejuice clutched his chest, moaning as though he were in pain, “Oh~! You have wounded my delicate heart. To be rejected by such a creature… forever shamed! I pray you will be cured of these hysterics in the morning. For now, I take my leave.”

He vanished, leaving Holidae thoroughly confused by the entire display.

“What the fuck was that?”

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