#gonna try and do color on more often occasion but gotta settle on a simple way to do it so i don't take 20 years lmao

[lethalhoopla]

Fellas, is it gay for your quarian gf to do your makeup on top of you while your turian bf plays with your hair??

[vicunaburger]

Admittedly, I’m Hard to See

Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical Chapters: 13.1/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae) The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell Word Count: 2,301 Warnings: M for Suggestive Content and Language

Notes: I had to break this one up because it was getting away from me. Part 2 coming soon~

Chapter 13.1 - In Which the Mind is a Terrible Thing to Use

Time was a weird concept when you were dead.

Minutes, hours, days: none of them really had any meaning anymore. They were just arbitrary things that kept the mortal realm in line, dictating the daily lives of those still living in it. The Neitherworld time difference was one of the hardest things for the Recently Deceased to grasp upon entry, and it was part of Beetlejuice’s job as a guide to break it down in simple terms. Congrats! You’re dead, do what you want because you’re here forever. Take up a hobby or something, it makes the days go by faster.

When he was in the mortal realm, he never really paid attention to the passage of time, but he knew it happened.

It had been dark when Holidae had dragged him topside, and now her room was brighter with sunlight peeking through dark curtains. He wondered if Holidae even realized time had passed that much, since she had her nose buried in the Handbook for a while now. She had let him sit with her this whole time, occasionally leaning against his shoulder to find a more comfortable reading position.

When he realized it was already nearing the middle of the day, he offered to leave her alone so that she could sleep, something he knew breathers had to do, “Hey, your eyes are gonna cross if you keep that up. Go to bed or something, I gotta check on a project back on the Other Side anyway.”

Holidae looked up from her reading, blinking at him to let her eyes adjust, “You’re leaving me?”

Beetlejuice had been lighting up a cigarette, but her question made him pause, the unlit smoke hanging from the corner of his mouth. Something in that tone of voice was… familiar. A little nagging worm in the back of his mind that he couldn’t quite pin down.

“I won’t stay away too long, babes. You won’t even miss me that much.” He chuckled, resuming his task and taking a long drag, puffing out jagged little smoke heart in her direction. “I know how eager you are to have me all to yourself. I don’t blame you; all this sexiness within arm’s reach for so long… your willpower it amazing, ya know?”

Frowning, she waved the smoke away, “Not going to miss the crushing weight of your ego, that’s for damn sure.”

Chuckling, Beej snapped his fingers, vanishing with a soft pop. Holidae rolled her eyes, sliding off the bed and going over to check the alarm clock on the dresser, wincing when she noticed it was already the afternoon. Hearing movement from downstairs, she quickly changed out of her pajamas, heading down to see what Lydia was up to.

Lydia was by the front door, one foot planted firmly on the top of an overstuffed suitcase as she attempted to close it, struggling with the zipper. Holidae skipped down the stairs two at a time, going over to kneel down and help to make sure nothing was being caught in the closure.

“Jesus, Lyddy, you’re going away for one night. Do you really need all this stuff?” Holidae mumbled, stuffing a frilly lace skirt back inside the suitcase. “Are you going for a fashion show?”

“Hey, you never know what can happen in the uninhabited part of the woods at night. What if some cryptid comes out and want to borrow an evening look? I’m not going to be rude, Holli.” Lydia snickered, managing to secure the small padlock on the closure.

Laughing, Holidae helped to lift the suitcase up onto its wheels, “I can’t argue with that logic. Just make sure you take the dress to the dry cleaner’s afterwards. Might have fleas.”

“Speaking of fleas, it’s your turn for chores this weekend. I’ve already seen this house looking like a Halloween haunt once, don’t let it happen without me, okay?” Lydia grabbed the car keys of the entryway table, dragging the suitcase behind her as she headed outside.

———

Holidae spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the house from top to bottom; mainly not wanting to incur Lydia’s wrath should the house get another inch of dust before she returned, but it also served to take her mind off of other things. Her sudden burst of confidence in inviting her ghostly roommate to spend the weekend with her… alone… she wasn’t normally such a forward person. Her brain was having a time of it; trying to decide if she should try and politely rescind the invitation, or just jump in with both feet.

Reading the Handbook hadn’t really done much to ease her fears, seeing as there was absolutely no useful information on whether or not such activities were even allowed, let alone possible. Were the going to be consequences? Did they need to take any extra precautions? How did he even retain a sex drive with no functioning organs? Obviously, Beej wasn’t shy about getting a little frisky with her, but was it done through some sort of non-biological means?

Over-thinking about such things were probably why she hadn’t slept in the past 24 hours.

Holidae halfheartedly pushed the broom around the outdoor deck, trying to gather the fallen leaves into a pile. A sudden breeze kicked up some fallen foliage, disrupting the progress she had made in sweeping the porch clear of debris. Groaning, she knelt down and picked up one of the leaves, glaring at it as though it were the sole cause of her internal torments.

“Why must you taunt me, huh? I just get this all clear and pretty and moderately balanced in some semblance of external harmony. And now you ruin it so casually?” She tossed the leaf into the small pile she had gathered with a huff.

Not wanting to be deterred from her task, she slipped her phone from her back pocket, queuing up some music to break up the silence of the outdoors. Once she found something suitable, she placed the phone on the nearby lawn chair, turning up the volume.

It was a bouncy tune; one that made it impossible not to add a few extra flourishes to her broom strokes, sweeping along to the rhythm. Before long, all intentions of actually cleaning had ceased, and Holidae was far more concerned with pulling off fantastic moves with her dance partner. For a broom, it was surprisingly limber as she swung her arms wide, twirling in some bastardized ballroom number created just for this occasion. Waltz for an autumn cleaning spree.

“You’re making a mess.” A familiar, gravel laden voice cut over the music.

Holidae looked around wildly, clutching the broom to her chest in surprise, noticing the ghost casually lounging on the lawn chair. He held her phone in one hand, scrolling idly; a half-finished cigarette burning in the other.

“Holly-baby, you’ve been holding out on me. All these cute underwear pics… and you never bothered to share? I’m hurt. Who’s been seeing these if not me?” Beetlejuice waves the phone around for emphasis. “Do I need to remove some dude’s eyeballs now?”

Her face cherry-red, she marched over and snatched the phone away, “Hey, that’s private stuff, jerkass.”

Upon inspection, the phone was set on the lock screen, meaning he hadn’t been browsing her private photos as he had claimed. Beej sat up with interest, laughing at her panicked state.

“Ah-ha! So you do have sexy pictures on that thing. Give it here… don’t you know sharing is caring?” He held out his hand impatiently. “Call it a sneak preview.”

Holidae shoved the phone into her pocket, “Whether or not such pictures exist is none of your concern. And please don’t go around removing eyeballs. Or at least don’t tell me about it. I don’t want to be complicit.”

“It’s very much my concern, babes. I should be the only one getting the honor of seeing every bit of you from now on. But fine, I will keep you out of my eyeball collection.” Beej reached up, hooking a finger through the belt loop of her jeans, tugging playfully. “So, Cinderella, you done playing housekeeper? I could always get you a little maid outfit for authenticity.”

“Well, technically I’m done, but there’s always- eep!” Holidae was cut off, having been picked up and thrown over Beetlejuice’s shoulder like a sack of flour. “Put me down! This is undignified!”

Beetlejuice ignored her struggling, humming a nonsense tune as he glided through the house, heading up the stairs. Holidae kicked her feet in protest, stringing a few choice words together as she was carried around with little effort. One of her kicks landed dangerously close to a rather sensitive area below his belt, earning her a sharp smack across her backside.

“Ow. Fuck you!” She hissed, gripping his coat as he floated up the stairs. “I don’t like this one bit! Put me down or I’ll kick you again, and I won’t miss.”

Undeterred by her protesting, the ghost continued all the way into the attic, unceremoniously depositing her on the ratty sofa; having been folded up at some point. She sank into the half-stuffed cushions, propping herself against the arm of the sofa, angrily scrunching herself as far into the corner as she could fit. The ghost settled himself into the opposite corner, amused with how flustered he had made her in such a short time.

“Holli~” Beetlejuice was purring deep in his throat, “Babydoll, look at me.”

“No,” Holidae kicked at him with her feet.

He chuckled, “C’mon. Look, I’ll apologize if you just look at me. I don’t say sorry often, so I think you should take advantage of this opportunity. Look look look…”

With a heavy sigh and a roll of her eyes, Holidae turned to look at him, “You are such a pain in the- JESUS CHRIST.”

Beetlejuice was sitting with one leg folded over the other, his arm draped across the back of the sofa. A perfectly normal pose… save for the fact he was stark naked. His pale coloring covered his entire body; the bits of green-tinted mold dotting various parts of him. A thin smattering of chest hair - green of course, matching his hair - made a trail down his pudgy stomach, the rest hidden by his crossed leg. She could only assume that all of his hair sported the same color-changing hue, but wasn’t about to ask. The only thing really out of place about him was the fact there was a brutal looking scar in between two of his ribs.

Holidae stared, slack jawed like a fish, unable to look away for far too long; desperately keeping her eyes locked onto his face. Beej waggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner, gesturing over himself with his free hand.

“I’m sorry I made you undignified or whatever.” He attempted a sorry look, “I take it you like what you see? All this can be yours~ whenever you want. As an apology.”

“I… I can’t look anywhere but your face.” Holidae stuttered, a flush of color spreading out from her nose across her cheeks. “P-Please put on pants. At least pants.”

The ghost mumbled disapprovingly, but complied with her request to a degree; a pair of boxer shorts covering the most scandalous bits of him for the moment. Breathing a sigh of relief, Holidae allowed herself to relax against the arm of the sofa, running a hand through her hair as she gave him a better look-over this time.

“Ah, good, my plan worked.” Beej crawled over to her side of the sofa, squishing her playfully between his body and the cushions.

Holidae head-butted him, “The plan to embarrass me to death?”

He shook his head, conveniently resting his face on her chest, “My ice-breaker. Getting naked. You ever heard of that old thing where if you’re awkward about something, you picture people naked? I cut out the middleman. You’ve now seen me naked, so it you won’t be embarrassed about later, and now we just gotta work on getting you naked.”

“That’s an ice-breaker to you? That’s… that’s like final step territory. What kind of person just immediately disrobes like that? Okay, well, not everyone can just magic their clothes away like you, but it’s the point.” She pouted, brushing through the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck with her fingers.

“...hookers?” He offered, taking a moment to adjust her legs so he was between them, using her body as furniture instead of the sofa.

“Ah, good point, but you don’t strike me as a street walker.” Her skin grew warm under her sweatshirt, fully processing the mostly naked man lounging with her. “Even then I think there’s a least a few minutes beforehand where it’s all business transaction talk. So, being naked immediately is optional. Plus, what if the client wants to keep their clothes on? There’s too many variables, Juice. Did you even account for activities that don’t require disrobing at all?”

Holidae realized she was rambling, her nerves having set her brain on fast-talking auto pilot to cover the fact she was stalling the whole situation with him. She glanced down, finding herself face to face with a pair of molten gold eyes, practically glowing in the sunlight in the attic window. It was so easy to forget how inhuman he was; things like that were a stark reminder.

Beetlejuice had a lazy grin on his face, a few sharp teeth peeking out from the corner of his mouth, content with watching the breather talk circles around him.

Not the breather. His breather.

As much as she tried to ignore him, or refuse his playful offers, he could see it in her face as she stared back at him. Who else would let him lie around like this? Who else would validate his need for constant attention without even realizing she was doing it? This was not a bestest best friend: he already had one of those.

This was a Holidae: and he only wanted one of those.

Before he could utter so much as a snarky quip, her hands grabbed the sides of his face, pulling him close, and she closed the gap between them with a kiss.

Writing Tags: @mr-geuse @paxenera @leiasolo77 @go-commander-kim @ashemspirit @asriells

[hopeishappinessff]

Chapter 1

-2014-

8 years later:

Rolling over to catch a glimpse of the obnoxiously blaring alarm clock, Sy’Diyah cracked her icy indigo orbs open and they instantly clashed with a glimmering pair of jade eyes. "Boo bitch!" Destani hovered above her and laughed directly in her face. "Ugh Destani... what are you doing," Sy’Diyah’s voice was low and groggy as she rolled over, attempting to recapture the comfy position that lulled her into last night’s slumber. She threw a butterscotch arm from beneath the plush pillow she’d just tossed on her head and smacked her hand down on the blaring clock. Destani’s face immediately scrunched into a deep scowl as she sat back, still straddling Sy'Diyahs body "Damn... sound like somebody stuffed they pipe down your throat last night.” She paused for a moment and her exotic orbs squinted and dimmed, "Chris was over here last night?" She smirked and smoothly flung her body to the left, out of the path of the pillow that Sy'Diyah hurled back at her. "Shut up Dez!” She exclaimed, sitting up and slowly sliding her body to the edge of her therapeutic bed.

"Well I’m just saying. I did see him going in his house this morning and I just assumed he was over here all booed up with you." She replied, snickering at the rosy tint creeping onto her best friend’s cheeks. With a soft sigh, Sy'Diyah subtly rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to draw attention to her abrupt irritation with Destani’s revelation, but she knew it didn’t take a genius to figure out exactly where Chris had spent yet another night this week… his girlfriend Gabby’s house. It wasn’t like she was envious or anything, she incessantly reminded herself of that. She was just constantly worrying about him. At the age of eighteen, Chris had become something like a bad-boy... a rebel, if you will. He would often stay out at all hours of the night, returning only in the wee hours of the morning. On some occasions he wouldn't even get home until it was time to get ready for school, like this morning for example.

"Well he wasn't here, "Sy mumbled as she got up and headed toward her bathroom, "Besides... the only way he gets in and out of my house is usually through my window, so I’m sure you would have noticed if he came from here." She mentioned in reference to the many occasions that Chris would climb onto the huge tree that was planted between their homes and into her window, just to escape his mother’s supposed nagging and fussing. "Well, that only leaves one other place that he could have been... the bitch’s house." Destani said, standing from Sy's bed and smoothing a few wrinkles from her shirt. Destani had always been extremely blunt and honest and at times... Sy'Diyah really admired that about her. "I’m gonna be downstairs alright. Hurry your molasses ass up." Destani said, leaving Sy'Diyah to roll her eyes as she shut her bathroom door.

- Sy'Diyah -

After a quick and refreshing fifteen-minute shower, I stepped out onto the soft rug just outside the garden tub and wrapped a big plush towel snuggly around my body. I glanced in the mirror and grimaced at my own reflection. Resting entirely too comfortably beneath my eyes were small dark circles that could only be attributed to countless nights of very little sleep. I'd been having these bizarre dreams lately and they always forced me to wake up in the middle of the night and I was never able to get back to sleep until just a few minutes before I had to get up for school.

I eyed myself a bit longer, ultimately deciding to apply a light coat of foundation along with a simple highlight and contour to mask my sleep deprived face. After making my way out of the bathroom, I headed over to my closet in search of an outfit for the day. Eventually, I settled on a simple white limited edition t-shirt that embraced my upper half. I paired it with a light denim ripped skinny jean and a pair of red Chuck Taylor’s. With no desire to spend much more time on the day’s simple attire, I yanked the ponytail holder from the messy bun atop my head and allowed the golden ringlets to cascade wildly over my head and shoulders. Snatching up my black and white checkered Jansport bag, I headed out into the hall toward the stairs. Once I rounded the corner from the last step, I flung my bag from my shoulder and watched as it landed with a soft thud on the arm of the couch. I quickly ambled on down the hall to the kitchen, where I noticed Destani sitting comfortably at the table chomping down on a bowl of cereal. Off in the corner of the kitchen near the fridge stood Chris, tossing a pop tart wrapper into the trash bin. He turned his towering 6’2 frame to face Destani, failing to notice my presence in the room.

"Damn man, I am sooooooo tired." He muttered sluggishly. "Should have kept your ass home last night." Destani mumbled with a roll of her emerald eyes. "Shut the fuck up Dez." He replied, walking past her and placing his large hand on the top of her head. “No, no nigga... don't touch the do." She wiggled from beneath his hand and reached up to adjust her curly bun. "Ain't nobody mess up your hair lil girl," Chris displayed a deep dimpled smile that quickly morphed into a frown, "Aye, did you not wake Sy up? Her ass hasn’t come down those stairs yet." "Sy's been standing here for a whole minute now." I said, finally revealing my presence at the entrance of the kitchen. "Oh wassup Sy," He turned to face me, beaming instantly as his eyes roved from my face to my feet, “Who you trynna look cute for?"

With a playful roll of my eyes, I roamed past him in search of the box of pop tarts. He looked surprisingly invigorated and just as beautiful as the day I first met him as he smirked at me in his simple black V-neck, dark denim jeans, and black red and white Jordan’s. His neck was adorned with his moniker… his silver chain and Charlie Brown pendant. Atop his freshly faded head was a red snapback precisely angled forward and up. To finish his appearance were two full sleeves of ink in various colors that literally started at his neck and stopped just above his wrist on one hand and the back of his knuckles on the other. I often wondered how he was even allowed to enter our high school with the amount of body art that adorned his skin. “I’m not trying to look cute for anyone Chris.” I smiled as I nibbled the corner of my newfound blueberry pop tart. "Alright, so now that we got the greetings out the way… can we go now?" Destani probed, rising from her seat to drop her bowl off at the sink. "Well damn... who you in a rush to see *cough, cough* Shad *cough*." Chris said as he rested an elbow on her right shoulder and impishly coughed into a closed fist. Destani reached over and threw a punch at his chest with a roll of her eyes "Don't nobody want Shad’s little man hoe ass."

I laughed and reached into the fridge for a bottle of water just as Chris cut his eyes at me then turned to Dez "But why he gotta be a man hoe though Dez?" He asked. "Because he hangs out with you." She answered with sass written all over her face. We shared a laugh as Chris stood there, mouth hanging slightly ajar. "You ain't even right Destani." He said with a shake of his head. "Yeah but you love me though." She blew him a kiss and turned to walk down the hall toward the front door. "Don't kid yourself ma." He chuckled. "Oh fuck you Chris." She exclaimed as she reached the door and kneeled to retrieve her purse and books from the floor. “Now see, I coulda made that happen last night buuuuuuut... I was already balls deep in Gabby so I wasn’t really able to come to your rescue," He smirked at Destani as she huffed at him, "But come by the crib tonight after ten and I'll see if I can make that happen for you aiight," He laughed and threw his arm over her shoulder, towering over her 5’4 frame.

"Chris just... ugh." She muttered, failing to retain her laughter. They continued to bicker and crack jokes on one another as they moseyed out the front door. I could only shake my head as I went to retrieve my bag from the den before making my way over to the stairs. "Auntie... I'm leaving now." I yelled up the stairs. A few minutes later, my aunt rushed around the corner and jogged down the stairs in her scrubs. "Alright sweetheart, I'm actually headed out the door myself but I’m gonna try to grab some breakfast real quick. I'll see you later okay." She said as she gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. "I’ll leave some money on the counter in case I'm not home in time to cook dinner." She added. "Okay Auntie. Have a good day at work." I said, turning to leave the house. "Oh I'll try. With all them crazy folks getting on my nerves at this damn hospital, I don't know if I can," She laughed, "But you have a good day at school. And who's driving this morning?" She asked but almost instantly received her answer as the brash bass from Chris's truck tore through the early morning stillness of the neighborhood. "Never mind," She said as we both laughed," Bye girl."

-

I stepped onto the porch and turned to lock the front door then turned to take the short trek down to the sidewalk and over to Chris's black navigator. It was a dazzling and flashy vehicle that Ms. Joyce only drove for a year before passing it down to him after she got herself a smaller car. I climbed into the backseat and the moment I got the door closed, Chris was reversing out of the driveway and hurtling down the street toward the school. Destani reached over to turn the radio down and Chris quickly cut his eyes over at her, surprisingly remaining silent. "So where’s your lil girlfriend?" She asked with a smirk. It was almost as if her query came on cue. Every morning that we rode with Chris, she would make a sarcastic comment or ask him a question about Gabby just to get under his skin. Chris would always try to defend the girl... then they would immediately begin to argue. I could only sigh as I gazed out of the window in an effort to ignore them but I also waited, like Destani, for his reply. I was trying to decide if it was going to turn into an argument morning or if he would just let the topic blow over.

"Man Dez, why you always starting this shit with me?” He said with a smack of his teeth... it was definitely going to be an argument morning. "I'm not starting nothing with you Charlie." She replied, using the nickname he’d acquired more than eight years ago because of his infatuation with the comic book character. "Then why the fuck are you always asking about Gabby?" His brows began to furrow as he bit down on the corner of his bottom lip, a habit he seemed to have when he was either particularly upset or irritated, "You worry about her ass more than I do, damn... chill." Destani turned to face him with her brows raised "Excuse me? Nigga ain't nobody worried about that bitch but you. Nasty ass probably thinking about the next time you get to fuck the lil hoe.” She mumbled, slouching back in the passenger seat. From the first moment I met Destani, she'd always been one to hold her own in any type of altercation. She didn't back down easily and she was always determined to hit you with the lowest blow that she could muster. "Look Dez... don't get mad because you ain’t gettin this dick like Gabby alright. As a matter of fact... while you over there talkin’ all that shit, you just don't know we was fuckin right in that seat you sittin in last night." He said with a sly smirk. Destani whipped her head around quickly and stared at him distastefully. And within the blink of an eye, she was yelling directly in his face and they continued to argue and insult each other for the remainder of the ride to the school.