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somedaylazysomeday · 2 months

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A Deal with a Demon - Part Six

Beetlejuice was summoned. Since the summoner didn't want to pay his terms, you agree to step in on their behalf.

Demon!Beetlejuice x fem!witch!reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 3,900

Warnings: Language, sex as terms of payment, discussions of pegging, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, references to demons and demonic biology, references to magic and witchcraft, brief gender dysphoria.

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“Lock the door.”

By the time Beetlejuice had processed your instruction and all of its implications, you had almost gotten rid of your shirt. The demon scrambled to do what you had asked, locking the door to your office with an awestruck look on his face.

As far as you were concerned, there was no getting around it, so you may as well get things moving between you. Beetlejuice’s deal had fallen through, but the realities of summoning a demon were that they had to be paid one way or another. And you found that you didn’t mind picking up the slack as much as you once had.

Even in his hurry to get undressed for you, Beetlejuice couldn’t keep from talking. He never did anything quietly if he could help it.

“This is hot,” he chattered, stripping off his jacket. “I can’t believe you’re gonna let me fuck ya in your office…”

“I’m not going to let you fuck me,” you told him, watching with no small amount of pleasure as he froze, crestfallen. “I’m going to fuck you in my office.”

A moment later, a filthy grin sprouted on his face. “That’s even hotter.”

You kicked away your pants, underwear still tangled in the fabric, and mentally congratulated yourself on having the foresight to sweep earlier in the week. Since you were in a hurry and still waiting for Beetlejuice, you dropped your hands and gave an experimental stroke over your mound.

Tingles rose in the wake of your touch and you fought back a shiver as you repeated the motion. This time, you gave your lips a little more attention. They were sensitive, but your body wasn’t fully paying attention yet. You had some work to do if you were going to fulfill Beetlejuice’s deal in the next few minutes. For all that you would never say so to him, he was well-endowed, and hooking up unprepared promised to be unpleasant.

The lack of swelling in your lips made it easy to press your fingertip between them, pushing gently against the firm bead of your clit. The simple pressure sent tingles running through your body, but it was marred by the sensation of eyes on you.

When you glanced up, Beetlejuice’s dark eyes were fixed on the place where your hand was settled between your own thighs. As if only just noticing that your fingers had stopped moving, his gaze moved slowly up your bare body until he was looking at your face.

“Hottest.”

The gravel in his voice made it sound like talking would be painful, but he would never let something so minor stop him from constantly vomiting his thoughts. Especially if they were dirty.

You gave him a stern look. “Get naked now or stay dressed. I don’t have time for a striptease.”

Beetlejuice’s face sharpened, a fierce amusement lighting his eyes. He complained, but he liked it when you ordered him around. Especially when you were a little bossy about it. You had seen the evidence of how much he enjoyed it.

Actually, you could see it just then, too.

When he walked over to you, it was with a little strut in his step, his hardening length bobbing obscenely as it led the way. “So, if you’re gonna fuck me, where’s your strap-on?”

You thought about it, you really did. Sinful sold plenty of sex toys, and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t looked at and thought about trying some of the toys for yourself. And finding the right box in the stock room just outside your office would take a matter of moments…

But you sighed and shook your head. “No time. We’ll keep that in mind for the future.”

“I’ll hold ya to that,” Beetlejuice warned, pointing a finger at you.

As you eyed the chipped black polish on that finger’s nail, you frowned. “Could you feed off that, though? Don’t you have to be the one penetrating the other person?”

“Penetrating,” Beetlejuice repeated with a snort, waggling his eyebrows at you. “And no. I’m a sex demon, not an incubus.”

You frowned harder. “Which is a demon that feeds on sex…”

“No!” he lectured. “Incubi are- See, they just… Sex demons don’t gotta… The difference is that we are tryin’- Shut up, we’re not the same thing!”

Since you hadn’t said a word during the entirety of Beetlejuice’s stammered explanation, you just held up your hands and laughed. “You got it. Totally different, my bad.”

“See, you don’t even sound believable,” he muttered. You laughed harder… until he stepped so close you could smell the mossy earth scent of him. “Point is, I can feed on any of it. All of it. And if you want to fuck this delicious peach of mine, baby… Just say when.”

“Ugh,” you sputtered, pushing him back a step. “Never say that again.”

“Then don’t compare me to a damn incubus.”

“Deal,” you agreed.

Beetlejuice’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, you wanna make a deal?”

“Aren’t you already one in the hole?”

��I’ll have one in your-”

“Enough!” you entreated. “I know you’re the master of wordplay and innuendo. And no, I’m not interested in hearing jokes about either of those words. I really don’t have a lot of free time today. If we’re doing this, we have to do it now.”

Beetlejuice grumbled, looking down at his now-limp cock. “Can’t say that the mentions of a time limit are doin’ it for me, babes.”

“Let me fix it, then,” you offered, sinking down in front of him.

“I accept,” Beetlejuice agreed, grabbing you under the arms and pushing you backward onto your own desk. You gaped at him, partially from surprise and partially from the force of the impact. He grinned from his place standing between your legs. “I always get hard when I hear those gorgeous little sounds ya make for me-”

You pulled a pen out from behind the small of your back and tossed it at him. “I’m hearing a lot of talk and very little- ahh!”

The noise that left you was only tangentially humanoid in nature. Beetlejuice had dropped to his knees and skipped past everything else he could have done, sealing his lips around your clit and applying devastating suction.

It was too much. Deliciously so, but still, too much. You pushed at his head, trying to force him out from between your legs, but he just lessened the pressure slightly and sank two fingers into you.

You shouted, the muscles in your abdomen tightening so intensely that your shoulder blades left the surface of the desk. You stared down at him from your new vantage point, not surprised to see that his eyes were fixed directly on your face. It also wasn’t a surprise when he waggled his eyebrows and gave a particularly lascivious lick from the bottom of your opening to the top of your slit.

When Beetlejuice was back where he had started - focused intently on your clit with two fingers pumping into you - you sank your hands into his hair. Your first thought had been to push him away, but you found yourself holding him in place. The helpless convulsions of your pelvis left you riding his fingers, his lips following to keep that steady, maddening pressure exactly where you needed it.

The amorphous pleasure coalesced, binding together in a sign of things to come. Your orgasm shimmered like a mirror on the horizon - distant, but inching closer with every moment.

Until Beetlejuice withdrew his fingers and pulled away from you. You growled low in your throat, glaring up at him, but he seemed utterly unconcerned. He stood, proudly displaying the hard-on he had apparently gotten from taking you apart on your own desk. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Couldn’t have taken another two minutes…” you grumbled, struggling to sit up.

“Stay down, toots,” Beetlejuice told you, using a hand between your breasts to press you back down against the cool surface of the desk. “Lemme do the work this time.”

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you?”

“Like position has anything to do with that,” he said with a snort. “Save that energy for next time. We’ll get ya a nice, fat strap-on and you can rock my world. For now…”

Beetlejuice pressed himself to the edge of the desk, planting his hips firmly between your parted thighs. Your hips jolted upward reflexively, and the demon chuckled as he lined himself up and pushed slowly into you.

Torturously slowly.

His grip on your hips was the only thing that kept you from scooting down and forcing him further into you. Instead, you were pinned in place, fingers tightening on the edges of the desk as you tried to move anyway. When you found that you couldn’t move at all, you bared your teeth at him. “Move, Beej!”

He pouted at you. “No. But here’s a little gift for bein’ so good and not sayin’ my name…”

His finger brushing against the swollen nub of your clit made you gasp, your head falling backward fast enough that it collided with the desk. The sound of it was loud in the room, but not as loud as the ancient curses you hissed at him.

“Hey, watch the Babylonian,” Beetlejuice chided. “Some’a that shit sticks.”

When you didn’t listen, he leaned forward and kissed you. You bit him.

Beetlejuice gasped into the kiss, but didn’t pull away. Instead, his hips thrust in a way that seemed involuntary. It also forced the entire length of him inside of you. Your core clamped down around him, squeezing and working to keep the intrusion buried as deeply inside of you as possible.

Your teeth parted at the feeling of it, and you were left with the iron tang of blood in your mouth as he pulled away. After licking your front teeth clean, you frowned at Beetlejuice. “Is your blood… spicy?”

He licked his swelling lip - as always, using far too much tongue. “Yeah. Demon. Anyway…”

Beetlejuice’s hands tightening around your hips was the only warning you received, then he was pounding into you with a fervor that bordered on desperation. You met him stroke for stroke, using your minuscule range of motion to participate. Your feet slipped from the desk, thighs landing heavy and splayed against the cool surface for a moment. Then Beetlejuice hit something raw and aching inside of you and your legs wrapped around his waist without any direction from your brain.

“C’mon, babes,” he muttered, eyes bouncing between your face, your breasts, and the place where the two of you were joined. “A little more. I know you’ve got it in you…”

You shook your head back and forth, the motion turning into a release of energy more than an actual refusal. After being kept on the precipice of orgasm fo so long, your body was struggling to let go. “Have you- Are you feeding?”

“Have been the whole time,” he reassured, giving your thigh a soothing sort of pat. “Come. You know you wanna.”

Well, you certainly didn’t need him to ask you twice. You used the way your legs were locked around his waist to pull him sharply deeper every time he dragged out of you. The slow withdrawal against the sudden collision of him spearing into you provided the perfect counterpoint, and you were on the edge in moments.

“I’m-”

“I know, I feel you,” Beetlejuice gritted out. “Now or never, babes.”

Beetlejuice bucked against you, pushing himself deep. You could feel his length twitching and spasming as he spilled into you. His face was slack with pleasure, his mouth relaxed, a bead of dark red blood trembling on the curve of his bottom lip. His eyes were heavy-lidded as they roamed your body with an expression of mingled satisfaction and possessiveness.

It was a worrisome expression, honestly. And you would never, ever admit to him that it was what pushed you over the edge.

The orgasm seemed to rush in from everywhere at the same time. You heard it in the room around you, a sound that had never existed in the world, but was soaking your brain in pleasure. It tingled up from your fingers and toes, spreading into every limb with sparkling weightlessness. It emanated in waves from your pussy, sending contractions of sheer euphoria through you with every pulse.

And you were left utterly slack in its wake.

Lying naked and splayed across the surface of your desk wasn’t a particularly dignified experience, especially when Beetlejuice collapsed across you. When you looked past him, you could see the sunlight peeking around the edges of the door. You weren’t sure why the time of day should have an impact on how you felt about sleeping with a demon at your job working for said demon, but you were feeling noticeably odd about the whole thing.

“Okay, up,” you said, tapping Beetlejuice on the forehead. “I have things to get done. Plus, I think I’m ruining some documents.”

He obligingly sat up, pulling out of you at the same time. You slammed your legs together in an effort to hold the mess inside, and gingerly slipped off the desk. On your way to the small bathroom attached to your office, you peeked backward and grimaced at the way your activities had left the papers on your desk disorganized and crumpled.

Cleanup took more time than you wanted to dedicate to it, but you had learned from previous experiences with Beetlejuice and kept an emergency cleanup kit in the cabinet, tucked carefully behind the first aid kit. Among the items in the cleanup kit were wipes, a clean pair of underwear, some soothing lotion, and a good lip balm.

You used all of them and felt far more presentable when you stepped back into the office. It smelled strongly of sweat and sex and magic, so when you were dressed, you propped the door open and slid up the loading dock door.

“Okay, is your deal fulfilled now?” you asked, sitting back behind your desk and straightening the papers as best you could.

Beetlejuice looked lost for a moment, then guilty. “Ah… we never actually set up that you were payin’ the deal price…”

“Are you serious?” The demand was shrill, but you were feeling distinctly tender between your legs. The idea of jumping into another session was too much. “We absolutely did set that up!”

“We did, I’m just messin’ with ya,” Beetlejuice told you with a grin.

You squinted at him, feeling suddenly and deeply suspicious. There was a chance he was actually messing with you… but there was also a chance he had screwed up badly enough that he was lying to cover for himself. Either way, you decided to take him at his word. If he was lying, he could work out a solution for himself. “Yeah… Good one.”

Your attention had moved to the list in your hands for only a moment when Beetlejuice leaned over you. “What is that? Is it the same thing that’s gotcha so busy for the rest’a the day?”

“Not really,” you told him, turning the paper so he could see it. “I’m trying to build some inventory. And a few networks, but that’s much slower going.”

“Inventory and networks for what?” he asked.

With a sigh, you set the paper aside. You hadn’t been hiding this from Beetlejuice, per se… you just hadn’t known how to bring it up. It didn’t help that you never got more than a few minutes’ warning that he was going to be around.

“I’m planning on opening the magical portion of the shop soon,” you explained. “Hopefully in the next few weeks. I want to build some inventory, but it’s tricky to work on it during the day. Less power, you know, and I have to worry that our employees are going to find out something they shouldn’t.”

Beetlejuice didn’t say anything for a while, and your stomach started to knot up with nerves. You were the day-to-day manager of Sinful, but he was still the owner. “Is there any interest?”

“A lot, actually. We’ve had a few customers come in looking for it. They wanted to know when the products would be available for sale.”

“How did they know about it?”

You gave a sheepish shrug. “I may have distributed a few samples at coven meetings.”

“And how did they take the idea of you ownin’ a store?”

At that particular moment, you weren’t worried at all about how your coven felt, or even how the Council felt. You were more worried about the fact that you couldn’t tell how Beetlejuice felt. He wasn’t the most difficult person to read, and it was concerning that you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“I couldn’t tell them I own Sinful,” you told him. “My name isn’t on the paperwork. Remember? We re-filed it and put down a fake name for you. I had to tell them the owner is a human whose mother-in-law was a witch.”

Beetlejuice barked out a laugh and you relaxed slightly. “Couldn’t make it easy, huh?”

You smiled. “I needed there to be a reason why he knew about magic, otherwise, the Council would get weird.”

“What’re you gonna do if they wanna meet the owner?” he asked, picking at his nail polish. “Hire somebody?”

You sighed. “I don’t know. I thought about hiring someone, but I’m back in the same place. I’d need to find a human who knows about magic, but can’t use any of it himself. He’d also have to be new to the area to explain how the coven didn’t know about him before. Maybe I’ll just play it off like he’s always gone for a while, then say he got in an accident…”

“Or I could just play human for ya,” Beetlejuice pointed out.

The expression on your face was too disbelieving. It had crossed the line into offensive, you could feel that much. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” he demanded, clearly insulted. “I’m a master of illusions. See?”

It was hard not to see that Beetlejuice was now sporting a rather impressive pair of breasts, especially since he was naked. When he saw the trajectory of your gaze, he preened, pushing his boobs together to create a generous line of cleavage. “See?”

“Your illusions are good, but I don’t think that will work to convince the Council that you’re a human man with no magic.”

“I don’t do illusions,” Beetlejuice scoffed. “Well, I do. But anything on me is one-hundred percent real, babes. Besides, I think you’re overlooking how realistic my illusions can be.”

His nod encouraged your glance downward. You breathed a sigh of relief when saw that your breasts were exactly the same size they had always been, but you froze when your eyes moved a bit further down your body. There was a distinct bulge at your crotch, too large to be anything but…

“Maybe you should warn someone when you’re planning to give them a penis,” you told him, your casual tone hiding the way your pulse had inexplicably started to pound.

“Okay, fair enough,” he admitted. The bulge disappeared. “But you see my point.”

“What I haven’t seen is your human impression.” You crossed your arms. “If this is it, I’ll have to hire someone. You can pass with normal humans, but witches will immediately know what you are.”

Beetlejuice nodded, a determined look on his face. You watched as he transformed. His jawline rounded, his chin losing the sharpness of its point. The angles of his face grew less unnatural and you watched the subtle points of his teeth disappear between his parted lips. His hair even flattened, losing some of the dramatic volume that made it so unique.

The rest of the changes that happened were far more difficult to explain. Beetlejuice’s posture improved, but he seemed to get smaller His whole aura changed, going from something wicked and clever to a type of mild-mannered humor.

When Beetlejuice opened his eyes, they were brown without a single hint of red. The gleeful look of chaos was missing from them, as was the sense that he was somehow harmlessly cruel. He had even dressed himself normally, and looked very average in a pair of dark jeans and a green tee shirt.

“What do you think?”

The unaccented voice made you deeply uncomfortable, but you still nodded. “Looks believable. Hang on.”

You got closer and closer, waiting to pick up some hint of magic or demonic energy, but there was nothing. When you were standing close enough to feel his body heat, you caught a faint trace of it, but it could easily be explained away by the potions, charms, and spells you intended to have on the premises.

“It’s really good,” you eventually admitted. “Even the little bit of magic I sense from you could just be from the other magic in the store. I think the coven will buy it. I think even the Council would buy it. I don’t want to test that, though. Still, good job.”

“Thank you,” he said, nodding slightly. “I worked very hard on it.”

His voice wasn’t bland or strangely plain, but it lacked of all of the inflection that made him Beetlejuice. You shook your head sharply. “Okay, you’ve proven your point. Stop it and go back to being yourself. This is just weird.”

He glanced over at you, and you were almost relieved to see a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “I need to practice. If I need to play human, I’ll have to make it believable.”

“Ugh,” you said with a shudder. You went to your desk, eager to get away from the uncanny Beetlejuice.

He followed you. “Nice weather we’re having, isn’t it? We needed this rain. Do you have any coffee? I’m not human until I have a cup. I was mowing the lawn yesterday and I’m still worn out. I might need to take a nap later, but then it’ll be hard to sleep tonight.”

You fought to keep a straight face, giving him a severe look. “Are you done?”

Beetlejuice paused, considering for a moment. “Taxes.”

For some reason you couldn’t explain, that broke you. You laughter made Beetlejuice laugh, and he let the human disguise slip away.

“Okay, even though it devolved into Suburban Dad at the end, I think that’s a pretty believable human impression.” You studied the sheet of inventory you had built up so far. “What do you think about opening the attic for specialty items in a few weeks?”

Beetlejuice shrugged. “Up to you, babes. You’re the manager. I’m just along for the ride and to play meat puppet every now and then.”

“Two weeks it is,” you decided. “And I’ll work on figuring out a spell that can narrow down those summonings for you.”

“Ya mean it?” Beetlejuice asked excitedly. “That would be great! It would really save me a lotta time.”

“I can’t make any promises about when it will be ready,” you warned. “Or any guarantees that it’ll work when it’s done. Don’t blame me if it goes wrong.”

Beetlejuice chuckled. “Sounds like someone’s gonna start writin’ demonic contracts. Deal, babes. Just lemme know when you’re done.”

And then he disappeared, leaving a haze of smoke and a faintly spicy smell in the air of the office. You shook your head and went back to planning, jotting a few notes and ideas about the theoretical spell into the margin of your page.

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Author's Note - As much as I hate to say it: despite my ever-increasing wip pile, I'm probably not done with these two. I'm not sure when I'll get around to writing more for them, but I'll make sure to link it here. Alternately, you can find me on AO3 under username InkSplots.

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Beetlejuice fanfic

Tw: Sex, religious imagery, dirty talk, coarse language.

Like a prayer

On a chilly evening as the sun sets in the horizon, a priest walks through the graveyard. He takes his time admiring all the graves, flowers and candles people have lit up for their late loved ones.

As he makes his way into the graveyard he noticed a gravestone he hadn't seen before. Approaching the gravestone he studies it closer. It's a tall, worn and grey, almost blue looking. Three skeleton looking figures at the top points down to the name written. It says "here lies Betelgeuse" in big red letters with an arrow pointing further down. With a low voice the priest talks to himself.

"Hmm, I've never seen this grave before"

It certainly doesn't look new to him, and he would have remembered such a special gravestone.

"Who is Bet.. Beetlejuice?"

The priest scratches his head as he tries to pronounce the name. He hasn't seen or heard the name before.

"Beetlejuice.." He whispers.

He doesn't know anyone with that name. He would have remembered such a different name. As he turned to face the church and walk back he thought maybe the young nun might have an idea.

"Beetlejuice.. Maybe Y/n knows something about this grave"

Just a the priest started walking he heard a low rumbling sound from ground. The earth started to fall in on it's own in front of the stone, forming a big hole in the ground. Smoke started pouring out and a low menacing chuckle could be heard echoing. The priest watches in shock as a man swiftly flies up and lands infront of him. He stumbles backwards and trips. He's to stunned to even mutter a word. Staring at the man looming above him.

"Cat got yer tounge faaather?" A gruff voice draws out. The man from the grave grins down at the priest.

"Thanks for letting me out, started to get a bit boring in there ya'now."

The man chuckles and pulls the priest up from the ground by his hair. The priest gulps. Getting a proper look at the man he feels a chill down his spine. He's pale with big dark circles around his eyes. A 5 O'clock shadow. Moss and mold patches growing here and there. Static hair with a dusty green colour. An old worn suit with vertical black and white stripes. Taking a step back the priest manages to stutter a question.

"Wh..who are you, what.. are you..?"

The man snorts at him with a smirk.

"Never seen a dead guy? Hah! I'm a ghost. The ghost! The ghost with the most to be precise. And the name is the one you just called out"

He poked the priest in his forehead. The priest loses the colour in his face and takes hold of the rosary he has around his wrist. He's terrified and confused.

"Your name is B..beetlejuice..?"

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Sky daddy won't help you here, but why don't you meet some friends of mine instead huh?"

Beetlejuice walks up to the priest and stands next to him. He grabs his neck and shoves him forward to the hole. The priest stumble forward gasping at the sudden shove. With a kick to the back the priest falls into the hole while Beetlejuice laughs in the background. Hearing a thump from the hole Beetlejuice grins and leans on one knee and yells into the hole.

"Greet the wroms from me wontcha father!?"

The priest can't even shout for help before he's covered in dirt, stones and grime. With his hands in his pockets and a big grin on his face Beetlejuice walks towards the church satisfied to finally be free again.

Inside the church you were preparing for the next days gathering. Tidying and setting everything up. Getting new candles for the altars and putting out sitting cushions for the people. Feeling satisfied with your work you walk up to the small staircase leading up to the main altar. You look up at the big golden cross with a carved sculpture of Jesus crucified on it. You softly kneel down on the lowest step.

"Oh, why do I feel like this. I'm a nun for christ sake."

You quickly put a hand to your mouth and look up at the cross in a small shock.

"Sorry Jesus" You whisper.

You weren't the most traditional nun, but liked to keep some of the religion and the respect because of the community in town. It was always so welcoming and warm for everyone, no matter who they were.

You even had some small tattoos and a couple piercings. Just small crosses on some fingers and thorned vines around your wrist and ankles.A couple piercings in your ears, one in your tounge and in both nipples. Even while wearing your nun attire you still wore fishnets and beautiful lingerie underneath. It made you feel so pretty.

But even for a nun who isn't so strick and doesn't believe in the traditional way, you couldn't help but feel dirty because of your thoughts. As you knelt there on the stairs you started to think again. Your thoughts running wild. You shook your head and wanted the dirty thoughts out. This wasn't the time and place for that. You couldn't keep thinking like that in church all the time.

When you heard a door open and shut you jumped a little. You didn't think that the priest would be back inside already. You stod up and turned around. You looked out towards all the benches. Looking for him. It was empty. Maybe he didn't come in? That was weird. You swore that you just heard him come in.

Just as Beetlejuice had walked in he saw a nun on the stairs in the middle of the church. He hid himself from her vision and observed her. Watching. Analysing. She's looking for the priest. He grins to himself. Watching her with a stern look. Perfect.

"Hm. Weird, maybe he forgot something?" You say to yourself. Then you get a weird feeling. Like you are being watched by someone. But.. you're alone.

You shrug and walk over to the confession both. You mark the side of the person that confesses as occupied. You sit down inside and wait for the priest to come back. You fiddle with the hem of your veil as you wait.

Hearing footsteps you breath out, gathering your thoughts a little. The door on the other side of the both opens and close. You hear the priest sit down. He clears his throat before he speaks.

"What bothers you on this fine evening sister?"

He sounded more coarse than usual. Maybe the cold breeze outside made his throat a bit sore? You sighed and looked down at your shoes.

"Oh, forgive me father for I have sinned. I keep having these awful dirty thoughts during gathering and while in church."

You wait for an answer. You really needed to get it of your chest and confine in someone you trust. You perk up when you hear him answer.

"What kind of dirty thoughts are bothering you?"

Beetlejuice smirks as he answers. Wanting to find out how he can take advantage of your confession. You sound like an angel. Look like an angel. He bets you feel and taste like heaven.

"I.. It's.. It's a bit embarrassing. I keep thinking about touching myself or to be touched by someone. I get this feeling. This need of wanting someone to want me. But it feels so wrong to have those thoughts and feelings in church. I don't know what to do anymore.."

You sink down a bit in your seat. Toes pointing towards each other. You squeeze your thighs together. Still having thoughts and can't stop them. Not sure what answer to expect. You feel so filthy sitting there. Having confessed how dirty your mind is inside. You jumped up when you heard him shuffle a bit and started to answer.

"Well, in that case.."

He paused.

Why did he stop?

It's silent.

You only hear your own breath.

Your heart rate quickens.

Then he speaks out with a slight chuckle to his voice. Sounding more coarse than before.

"Then why didn't you just say Sorry Daddy I've been a naughty girl?"

Your eyes are wide in shock. A slight blush to your cheeks. Did you hear that right? A priest couldn't possibly be saying something like that. Could he?

"Father, how can you say something like that?" You question.

You look at the wall separating the sides of the booth. Waiting you start to figet with the skirt of your attire. You feel anxious. Still, there is a weirdly good feeling about the sentence you questioned.

Click.

A quiet inhale.

The smell of smoke.

What? The priest doesn't smoke.

You are about to stand up, but stay put when the door opens.

You look up.

A strange looking man.

The cigarette between his lips makes a soft orange glow to his face. The smoke slithers up around his face. He eyes you up and down. Taking in every detail.You push yourself into the backwall trying to get further away. Wanting to hide away from his gaze.

He chuckles. He takes the cigarette with one hand and leans into the doorframe. Blowing a circle of smoke towards you. Beetlejuice has placed himself in a perfect position, traping you inside the booth. He's thinking. Considering what to do next. Putting the cigarette back between his lips he smirks. He breaths smoke out through his nostrils. Giving him a devilish and impressive look. You shake your head. You didn't want to think of him that way. As you steady your head again you feel a hand lift you chin up making you look at the man. He grins. You slap his hand away and move your head, but you can't even try to hide the way you blush. He has already noticed it.

"Want me as yer personal Jesus and give you the body of Christ?" He asks in a rough voice while grabbing his junk with his hand.

You try to look away. Feeling so embarrassed and not wanting your thoughts to take over. You clench the rosary hanging around your neck. Feeling a warmth growing. Your heart beating faster. Beetlejuice grabs your chin again and leans down. His face mere centimetres away from yours. You can smell and feel his smokey breath.

"Kneel. Like it's a prayer and I'll help you with those thoughts of yours."

He looks at you with a sly grin. As he leans up again he spits the cigarette out, but it disappeares in thin air as it lands. Gulping you kneel down infront of him. You don't have a choice. You look down at your thighs. Waiting.

Zip.

He opened his flyer.

Your eyes widen. Did he really want you to..? But you have never done anything like that, not even to yourself. You didn't know how.

".. I.. Don't know how.." You muttered without lifting your head.

"Heh, then you'll learn how. Lift your head and open up."

Slowly turning your head up you see his cock. You get anxious about even fitting it in your mouth at all. It's a bit longer than avarage and got some decent girth to it. You hesitate to open your mouth, but comply out of fear of something worse.

"Now you get to suck on it like it's your favourite lollipop." Beetlejuice grins at the sight beneath him.

Placing your lips around the head of his cock you lightly suck on it. Feeling his cock twitch you jump a little. You hear him chuckle. As you continue you slowly take in more of his length. You start to set a pace you're comfortable with. He pushes the vail of your head and puts a hand in your hair. He groans softly. Burying his fingers in your hair as he leans his head backwards.

You start to feel a tingle between your legs. It feels.. good? Sucking his dick you feel yourself get gradually wet. Did you enjoy this? You felt so conflicted. So good, but so bad at the same time. He started to push your head faster, forcing you to pick up the pace. Your jaw becoming tired. Your eyes starting to tear up. Feeling saliva build up and drip out of your mouth. It felt so weirdly good. Your close your eyes and melt into the motion of sucking him of. Suddenly he pulls himself out with a pop. You breathe heavily. Opening your eyes again you see him jerk his cock.

"Here's some holy water for ya.. " Beetlejuice groans out as he comes on your face.

You quickly close your eyes and feel the warm trickling of cum landing all over your face.

"What a pretty mess. " He says with admiration in his voice. His voice sounded softer.

He pulls you up by your arm. You can feel him use the skirt of your attire to dry off your face. As you open your eyes you got a short glimpse of him looking so gentle. He looked so..charming. You couldn't believe that such a man could actually look handsome.

"What? Never seen a dead guy facefuck and cum on a nuns face before?" He spits out with a grin.

Your expression change. Shocked at what he just said.

Dead!?

Is he a fucking ghost?

Did you just suck off a ghost?

Feeling cold you take a step back. Not sure how to process the information you just got. But before you get as much as a word out he rips your attire open.Feeling the air on your body you try desperately to cover up. Your attire is completely torn. It's hopeless. He snorts at your try.

Slowly he looks you up and down. He takes in all the new details that had revealed themselves. You wore beautiful black lingerie. Fishnet stockings. Your rosary dangling between your breasts. The subtle shape the nipplepiercings gives out in the brah. Your tattoos. He never thought a nun could do that.

But you were different.

He liked it.

You look away, not wanting the attention. Suddenly Beetlejuice pikcs you up and puts you over his shoulder.Surprised by the act you try to wiggle and get down. You want to run. He slaps your ass to warn you. You make a sharp inhale at the sudden pain. But it didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would. You give up and just hang there with your arms crossed.You didn't understand where he was going. When you start to look around you notice how different things looks.The light from outside is dark red. There's a ton of candles everywhere that you haven't put out. Not to mention lit any of them. You feel like the church itself has become deranged and darker somehow. Only lit up by the flickering glow of candles. Weird.

As you're put down again you recognise where you ended up. The main altar in front of the big cross. He sat you down on the altar. Shit. He's looming over you with a hungry look. Licking his lips as he puts his hand on each of your thighs. He maintains eyes contact as he moves. You quickly squeeze your tights together. A bit scared.

"Aw come on now. Spread your legs and show me the gate to heaven baby." He gives you a softer and more seductive smirk than before.

He leans in closer to your face. Your eyes betrays you as they give a quick look at his lips. You blush again at the thought of his lips. Catching the glimpse you got of his lips he puts a hand softly behind your head. He connects your lips in a surprisingly passionate kiss. You can't help but melt into it and close your eyes. He pushes his tounge into your mouth. Exploring every part of it. He tastes like earth. It feels like nothing you've felt before. You breathe heavily as you part your lips, your eyes fluttering open. He gently tries to push your thighs apart. You allow him but feel embarrassed to spread your legs this way. He slides a hand up your thigh until he reaches your panties. He gently rubs his thumb against you. He can feel how wet you actually are through your panties. Starting to pull them off you stop him. Placing your hand on his.

"I'm.." You can't finish the sentence.

Beetlejuice looks at you. He knows.

"I know you're a virgin." A soft and understanding voice. You didn't expect him to actually be a bit comforting. Or to even care. You look into his eyes and give him a soft nod.

"I'll start gentle. I promise."

He grins slightly. You felt a tingling sensation and butterflies in your belly from his words. He cups you cheek and gives you a soft kiss.After gently pulling your panties of he slides his thumb through your slick folds. He smirks at the view and feeling. Watching your reactions. You hold back a moan. Your eyes closed so you wouldn't feel so embarrassed. You feel him lean in next you your ear. His low gravely whisper making your back arch slightly.

"I'm gonna show ya why I'm known as the ghost with the most"

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yo so im new to tumblr so heres an intro/masterlist post. please read this fully and interact with this before interacting with my blog!

sorry this is long but im not putting a cut so i know people will at least see everything on it

last updated: 17/10/2023 (dd/mm/yyyy)

before you start reading, i will update this when needed. if you think i should add something on here let me know so i can add it here!

about me!!

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♡ my names saturn, im genderfluid, im hard of hearing and im autistic. my favorite color is light pink and my favorite genre of music is hardstyle edm! my favorite movie is house of wax (2006) but i love slasher films in general ♡ i love writing so i figured that id bring my writing online to you guys

♡ i speak english but if you request something in another language i can try to figure it out with google translate but no promises that ill get your ask correct since google translate is funky sometimes

♡ im usually really nice but assholes will be blocked so if you come on here requesting something that i will not write or youre just mean to me i will not hesitate to block you

♡ i love pairing people with characters so please feel free to ask

♡ im a writer so feel free to send in a request, however, no promises that ill respond in a timely manner. ill try my best to respond asap but life can get in the way of that

*games/movies/series i will write for*

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○ horror movie characters

○ repo! the genetic opera (main characters, aged up shiloh)

○ resident evil 1-8

○ dead by daylight (killers and survivors)

○ fran bow

○ undertale (main characters)

○ deltarune (main characters)

○ night in the woods (main characters)

○ coraline

○ beetlejuice

○ cod (any)

○ tf2

○ tmnt (main characters)

○ sallyface (main characters)

○ puss in boots the last wish (pibtlw)

*who i will not write smut for*

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● fran bow (fran bow)

�� little misfortune (little misfortune)

● susie (dead by daylight)

● charolette and victor (dead by daylight)

● frisk, chara, and kris (undertale/deltarune)

● coraline and wybie (coraline)

● lydia (beetlejuice)

*what i will write*

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◇ headcanons

◇ shitposts

◇ lgbtqia+ reader

◇ underage characters (sfw only)

◇ nsfw (any topics like descriptive gore, not limited to smut)

◇ sfw

◇ fluff

◇ smut

◇ cnc (consenual non-consent)

◇ gore

◇ mental health issues

◇ male reader

◇ female reader

◇ gender neutral reader

◇ trans reader (pls be specific since i get confused abt trans labels easily)

◇ polyamorous reader

◇ platonic

◇ romantic

*what i might write*

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☆ furry reader

☆ oc in place of reader

☆ character x character (can be poly but that might get confusing for me to write)

*what i will not write*

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asking for the following will get you blocked

■ pedophilia

■ incest

■ rape

■ beastiality

■ suicide

■ underage x adult (yes im aware this is pedophilia but im putting it again because its fucking disgusting)

(ex. lydia x beetlejuice unless platonic)

■ piss

■ scat

■ vore

like i said at the beginning, if you think i should add something let me know so i can put it on here!

also if anything could be worded differently to make it easier to understand please let me know

#resident evil #fran bow #undertale #deltarune #coraline #beetlejuice #masterlist #night in the woods #dead by daylight #male reader #fem reader #gn reader #poly reader #sally face #puss in boots the last wish #taking requests #tmnt #repo! the genetic opera #pinned post

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Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist (1)

Request: Heyy :) could you write a Lydia X reader? I have like no ideas cause I’m a useless lesbian I’m sorry

Pairings: Lydia Deetz x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Beetlejuice

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you to @seriously-just-gay for requesting this! Sorry it’s taken me so long to finally get this done! Unfortunately, this has to be split into two parts because i had too much inspiration for it! I hope you like it! Edited by @semiproeagle, collage was made by me!

Pacing around the living room, you couldn't help but panic. “What the hell just happened?!” One minute you were sitting at the dinner table like every night before, and the next, everything went black, and you woke up in the living room.

Stopping in the middle of the room, you saw your parents standing in the doorway, covered in mud and soaked from the rain. “Oh my god, are you guys okay?!” They don’t acknowledge you, but you could see that they were weirdly calm about the situation.

“I can’t believe it happened…”

“I’ll put the stuff in the shed, go wash up.” Your father reassuringly squeezed your mother's shoulder as she nodded and headed upstairs.

“Guys, what’s going on?! What happened?!” Why were they ignoring you? It felt like you were invisible. This had to be a bad dream, right? There was no way this was real.

Following behind your father, you went to put your hands on his shoulders. It made him stop in his tracks and he looked behind him. For a second, you had a sliver of hope that maybe this was just a dream, but you could tell he was looking right through you instead of at you.

He shivered and composed himself as he picked up his toolbox that was in the hallway. “I should check the windows when I come back inside.”

“Dad! Please, look at me!” Something started to click in your mind while tears streamed down your cheeks. Taking a deep breath in, you stood in the middle of the hallway, watching your father get closer to the back door. With everything you had, you decided to scream as loud as you could. You didn’t mean to cause a huge mess, but it was impossible to stop.

To you, your voice carried throughout the house, causing the windows and front door to violently open and close. The glass dishes and vases seemed to burst out of nowhere, making the kitchen and living room floor to be covered in glass.

Breathing heavily, you fell to your knees and looked up at your father, who was trying his hardest not to run away. Dropping his toolbox, he yelled for your mother to come downstairs quickly. Your vision became blurry, and your hearing was muffled. All you could see were silhouettes of your parents gathering their coats and rushing out of the house.

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Waking up in your old bedroom made you feel safe. You didn't know how much time had passed since the last time you saw your parents, but you knew it had been awhile. Looking out the window, you saw that the trees had started to turn bright orange and yellow.

Walking downstairs, you were startled when the front door opened. Immediately, you ran back upstairs to hide in the doorway of your bedroom.

Peaking your head out, you watched as a man who looked like he’s in his mid-forties walked in with a woman who looked around your age, maybe a little older.

“Now Lydia, I must reiterate that this house is going to take a lot of work to fix from the ground up.” Removing her sunglasses, Lydia looked around the entryway. She hummed as she took everything in.

Never in your entire life had you seen someone wear so much black. It made sense for fall in a way, but you had a feeling it was a year-round thing for her. When she took off her sunglasses, you felt like you had to hide even more seeing how cute she was.

“I don’t think it needs too much work. Rewiring the electricity, dusting, and throwing away any furniture we can’t use or save would be the most difficult part. This house could use a fresh coat of paint inside and out. But I want to keep the original colors.”

Lydia followed the realtor, making their way into the living room. “Are you sure you don’t want to freshen up the place by adding a new color?”

Shaking her head, Lydia smiled softly as she remembered her friends Adam and Barbara, and how they felt when her family decided to move into their home. “I’d like to keep things as they were, as much as I can. You never know how much work the previous owners put into their home. I want to respect it.”

The realtor nodded, understanding her choice. “Very well. When would you like to move in?”

Lydia glanced around the living room, seeing the pictures on the wall of the family that used to live here. “What happened to the family?” Carefully, she picked up one of the picture frames. Dusting it off, she saw a happy couple with their daughter. For a moment, it reminded her of her parents.

“Ah, well, the couple that owned the house decided to sell after their daughter had a terrible accident. This is what I was told by them. Nothing happened in the house, but they just decided to up and leave.”

Putting the picture back on the mantle, Lydia glanced at the staircase as she saw a shadow moving at the top of the stairs.

“I hope that doesn’t change anything. I assure you, if something did happen in the house I’d be happy to lower the price.”

Lydia shook her head, smiled, and made her way out of the living room and down the small hallway leading into the kitchen. “Even if something did happen here,” Running a finger over the counter covered in a layer of dust, she wiped it off with a napkin she had in her bag. “I don’t think I’d mind. I like the most unusual things in life and death.”

“Right, so, uh, when would you like to move in?”

“As soon as possible. I was thinking by the end of the week?”

“The end of the week?! I-I mean yes, of course. But wouldn’t that be too rushed?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t have many things to bring in.”

Nodding, the realtor handed her his clipboard and a pen to sign her name on the agreement.

Taking the clipboard, Lydia signed the agreement. “Do you believe in the supernatural?” Smiling, she handed the clipboard back.

“Well, I believe there’s a place we all must go after death, but I don’t think there’s anything beyond death.”

“My parents thought the same thing back when I was a teenager. I was always the one who thought differently.”

Looking over the papers, the realtor nodded and gestured for her to walk in front of him. Letting her pass by, he smiled. “Did you want to take a look upstairs?”

Hearing him say that made you immediately hide, hoping she would say no.

“Not today. I’ll look around more up there during the week to see what we can save or need to throw out.”

Sighing, feeling relieved, you peeked out of the nearby window that had a view of the driveway. Watching them get into a car and drive away, your eyes followed them until they turned at the end of the street.

Walking over to your bed, you sat down, looking around your room. Everything looked so dusty. Laying on your back, you looked up at your ceiling.

You thought about cleaning up the place, even just a little, before Lydia came back. You were still able to interact with things just fine, but you second-guessed yourself, thinking it would be way too weird if she came back to everything being cleaned after just seeing it like this.

Regardless of whether or not you cleaned it made you feel frustrated. The thought of the first and only time a cute girl might come into your room and it looked awful.

“Ugh! Why am I even freaking out about all this! It’s not like she’d be able to see me anyway.” Grabbing one of your plushies, you held it close to your chest. “I hate this. I don’t like being ignored.”

Sighing, you ran your fingers through the plushie's hair. You smiled for a brief moment. “I guess it won’t be too bad having someone else here, but,” Squeezing the plush a little tighter, you looked over at the picture you took of your parents, your smile fading. “But what if I feel even more alone with someone here than how I do now with no one here?”

Hearing a thump downstairs startled you, making you sit up immediately. Putting your plush to the side, you stood up and walked over to your doorway to peek out into the hall and top of the staircase.

“Hello?” Pausing to listen to any noise that might come up, you were only met with silence. “Hello? Is anyone down there?” You tried again, but were still met with silence. “What am I doing? They wouldn't hear me even if there was someone down there.”

You poked your head into the living room, but didn't see anyone around. You were about to go check the kitchen when you noticed something on the coffee table.

A book.

Curiously walking over to it, you picked it up and blew some of the dust off the cover. “Weird, I’ve never seen this before.” Looking at the cover, you ran your fingers over the title. “Handbook for the Recently Deceased…what is this?”

Opening the book, you flip to the first page. The Table of Contents.

“One, Behavior at the Funeral.” Feeling puzzled, you racked your brain for something that you couldn't remember. “I don’t think I had one.” Looking over the page, you read the rest. “Two, Architecture of Post-Corporeal Existence. Three, Regulations Regarding Engaging with Mortals. Maybe this can help me talk to Lydia.”

Dusting off the seat from one of the armchairs, you waved off some of the dust that floated up to your face, making you scrunch up your nose with how weird it smelled.

Settling into the chair and leaning into it, you continued to read what else was in this book. “Four, Establishing Contact with your Post-Corporeal Counselor? What is that? Do the dead get therapy or something?”

“Not therapy, but something close to it, depending on the client.”

Jumping to your feet, you dropped the book on the floor and turned around to see a woman. She was shorter than you, and she looked like she was in her early sixties. She kinda reminded you of your grandma with how she dressesd.

“Who are you?! How’d you get into my house?!”

Lighting up her cigarette, she looked you up and down before she took a drag. “Juno, your case worker. I don’t normally make the first call, but in your case,” She paused to exhale most of the smoke she'd inhaled. “I’ve made an exception.”

Walking over to you, she picked up the book and handed it to you. “You haven’t read this or seen this in over six months of being dead. Again, normally I don’t do this because this is supposed to be your schedule with how you learn these rules, but considering I heard a Deetz is moving in here-”

Interrupting her, you held the book to your chest. “Deetz?”

Rolling her eyes, Juno sighed and took another drag of her cigarette. “Lydia Deetz. I had a case involving her and two other ghosts. Previous clients of mine.”

“This book said something about hauntings and dealing with the living.” Opening the handbook, you turned to the page you saw in the table of contents. “Are you here to tell me that I’m supposed to drive her out of this house?”

“What? No! Well, normally I would, but Lydia has proved to be someone to trust. I’ve never been one to trust the living, but having her under my radar has helped my workload. I’m only here to tell you if you do want her to leave you alone then.” Juno pointed to the book and nodded. “Follow the instructions here and you should be able to. But that girl is something. It’s going to take a lot more than these tricks to drive her away.”

Closing the book, you coughed when the dust reached the inside of your nose. “Ugh, gross.” Covering your mouth with the back of your hand, you tossed the book onto the coffee table. “So, should I or shouldn’t I do what the book says?”

“That’s up to you. I only came here to see how you’re doing and give you something to think about. And if you had read the book, which I can see you haven’t.”

“Uh, Juno, right? You said I’ve been dead for six months. How has it been that long if it feels like days or even years have passed by?”

“The dead don’t have the normal concept of time like mortals do. Didn’t you find it strange when you woke up one day, and it was autumn instead of spring? When you walked out of your house, and ended up face to face with the giant sandworm only to come back and it was night? I know this is confusing, but usually, no one dies alone. Unless it was suicide or murder.”

“What if I don’t know how I died?”

“Oh, you know how you died. You just can’t remember.”

“Well, do you have any advice on how I can jog my memory? Maybe a hint to how I died?”

Exhaling more smoke from her cigarette, Juno shook her head. “I’m sorry, I can’t help with that. It’s all up to you, I’m afraid.”

“Is there anything you can help me with?”

“You’ll have to make an appointment to see me again. Unfortunately, my time is up and I’m getting calls about other clients waiting for me back at my office.”

“Wait, please!” Before you could say anything else, Juno disappeared, leaving a cloud of white smoke in her place.

“Goddamn it! Are you serious right now?!” Looking down at the book, you sighed while going back up to your room. “I guess I have something to read now.”

Lydia looked up at the house she now called her home. It had only been a couple of months since she moved out of the Maitlands' home.

After graduating high school and getting into college thanks to her family’s help, she was able to save up for an apartment, and thankfully found this home for sale. According to her stepmom, Delia, this place was very affordable. She was right, but Lydia was glad she didn’t tell her the real reason as to why it was so cheap.

“Excuse me? Where do you want this...lamp?” One of the movers looked at the weird sculpture in his hands, trying to be as polite as possible about the strange thing.

“According to my stepmother, that’s a coat hanger. A gift she made. You can just put it by the front door, I’ll figure out where it goes later, thank you!”

He nodded and carefully took it inside.

“Ah, miss! What did you want to do with the furniture in the living room?” One of the other movers called to Lydia from one of the windows in the living room.

She smiled as she made her way to the front steps. “Let me check the conditions first. I need to see if I can still use them!”

Hearing everything and everyone downstairs made you feel anxious. There had never been this many people in your house all at once. You had locked your door just in case anyone tried to come up and walk right in.

You'd never been a people person when it came to a crowded space. You could handle meeting, or maybe having full conversations with one or two people at once, but other than that, it made you want to run and hide.

Hearing footsteps coming upstairs, you curled yourself into a ball against your pillows while hugging one of your stuffed animals to your chest. “Don’t come in here, don’t come in here.” You whispered to yourself.

“What’s this room?” Lydia carefully opened the door, peeking inside. “Can you hand me a flashlight?”

Looking over at one of the movers who checked his toolbelt to find a small flashlight, he handed it to her.

“Thank you.” She smiled, taking it and pressing the button, shining the light into the room. Looking around, she saw tubs full of liquid and a wire line with pictures still hanging from it. The windows were blacked out, and there was a red bulb at the opposite wall from where she was standing. “A dark room. Someone must have been a photographer, or just liked taking pictures.”

“Is there anything you want us to do in here?”

Shaking her head, Lydia turned off the flashlight and handed it back to him. “No, I’ll take care of it on my own. Can you go help the rest take out the couch and dining room table? The wood on both of those items is way too worn. I don't think they're usable.”

“Sure thing.”

Watching as he made his way downstairs, Lydia turned to your room. Reaching out for the doorknob, she was disappointed when it wouldn't turn. “Must be locked. I’ll have to ask for the keys, if there are any.”

Watching the doorknob to your room move didn't help how you were feeling, but as soon as it stopped and you heard footsteps walk away, you instantly felt a little better.

Lydia walked into the master bedroom, checking the bed and dresser. “Still looks good, definitely needs to be cleaned up, though.” Carefully taking off the sheets and pillows from the bed, she piled them up in a corner of the room. “I should go get some rags so I can dust off the dresser.” Looking at all the pictures in the room, she hummed to herself. “And maybe a box for what I need to put away.” Dusting off her hands, Lydia walked out of the room, heading to her car to grab some cleaning supplies.

Hearing Lydia go downstairs, you quickly got up and opened your door to check if anyone else was there. Seeing no one, you immediately went to your parents' room and grabbed one of the empty boxes that were in their closet. “She can use this for now. Hopefully it helps.”

Hearing someone coming upstairs, you immediately froze in place, not knowing where to go. Watching as the person approached the room, you saw one of the movers enter. She was looking around the room before she spotted the bedding in the corner.

“Shit, right, they can‘t see me.” Walking past her, you look over to your room and panic when you see one of them going towards it. Running to get into the room before them, you were able to shut and lock the door just as they were about to step inside.

Leaning your back against the door, you let out a relieved sigh, sliding down to sit on your floor. “God I hate being like this.” You could hear more footsteps coming upstairs. You can tell that they were Lydia’s.

“Thank you to whoever brought me a box up here. Appreciate it!”

The smile on your face was huge, though you had to fight the urge to respond to her. “There’s no point in doing that.” Standing up, you go back to laying down on your bed. “Just have to wait it out. It's not like she’s staying the night the first day. Right?”

Lydia sighed, feeling exhausted after a long day of cleaning and moving. Looking over her notebook, she crossed off things on her list that she was able to get done today. “Okay, tomorrow I’ll replace the fridge and clean the kitchen so I can make food. That’s if I can get the power back on by tomorrow evening.” Taking the last bite of her pizza, she reached over to grab a napkin from the bag that had her food. Wiping the grease from her mouth and hands, she tossed the used napkin into the trash can. “I can also clean out the dark room in the morning.”

After cleaning up the living room, Lydia headed upstairs to the master bedroom. She was able to make it her own with what little she had at the moment. Stretching out her arms, Lydia sighed when she heard and felt her shoulders pop.

Crawling into bed and getting comfy, Lydia turned her head towards the dresser, looking at the photo of her parents next to a photo of Adam and Barbara that they gave her as a going-away present. “Today’s been a long day, guys. Sorry you couldn’t come to help out like you wanted to.” Turning off her lamp, Lydia turned to her side, letting herself drift off to sleep.

It had been a while since you walked out of your room. Checking your clock and noting it was an hour, or what seemed like it after you heard Lydia go to bed. Cautiously walking out, you made your way to your parents' room. Seeing Lydia laying there sound asleep made you feel nervous, but not a bad type of nervousness. More like a first crush type of nervousness.

You tried not to linger too long in the doorway, but you could see her shiver from not being under the covers anymore. You hesitated before deciding to go in and pull the covers over her again. Gently, you picked up her blanket and slowly pulled it up to her shoulders, making sure she was still comfortable.

A soft smile formed on your face, and as you were about to walk away, you heard her say something in the softest voice you’d ever heard.

“Thank you.”

You tensed up for a second until you calmed yourself down, turning your head to look back at her. “You’re welcome.” You replied quietly, not even caring that she couldn't hear you.

Lydia adjusted herself into a more comfortable position, looking up at you. “Maybe we can talk more tomorrow…if you’re up to it”

“Yeah- wait! What?!” Your eyes widened in shock, not only when she replied but for the fact that she was looking right at you and not through you. “You…you can see me?”

Rubbing her eye, she sleepily sat up, trying to wake up just a little bit, despite how tired she felt. “I can see and hear you. You’re the girl that’s in the family photo I saw the first time I came here. Your name is (Y/n), right?”

“I- uh, y-yes. Yeah, it is. How do you-”

“I read up on this place before I bought it. I know you died here, that's why it was cheap to buy. Your parents for whatever reason just left, and I thought it was unusual.”

“Wait, wait, wait! Back up, how can you see me?!”

Lydia took the covers off of herself and turned on her flashlight. “The book explains it.” Picking up her bookbag, Lydia looked through her things and pulled out her copy of The Handbook for the Recently Deceased. “My friends let me keep theirs. But if you read this section in chapter three, Regulations Regarding Engaging With Mortals, it says ‘Live people ignore the strange and unusual,’ if you couldn’t already tell.” She gestures to the room and herself. “I, myself, am strange and unusual.”

Nervously, you sat next to her on the bed. “You can understand what the book means? I’ve been trying to make sense of it for what feels like forever.”

“Yeah, pretty much. I can help you out, if you want.” Lydia smiled at you, making you feel like you were floating. “Are you okay?”

“Hm?” Looking down, you realized you were floating above the bed. “Oh!” Instantly, you fall on your back on the bed, making Lydia giggle.

Putting the book away, she laid down next to you, still smiling. “Honestly, it’s nice being able to talk to someone my age. Well, sort of. I didn’t have any siblings or made many friends growing up, so this is pretty cool.”

She yawned, closing her eyes for a few seconds. Opening them, she looked over at you, and you could tell she was trying to fight off sleep.

Smiling back, you turned to your side and propped yourself up with your elbow. “I should probably let you sleep. You look exhausted. Sorry for waking you up, by the way. You looked cold, so I thought I’d cover you up again.”

She giggled again, this time shaking her head. Sitting up, Lydia yawned again, making her have a sleepy smile on her face. “It’s okay. We can talk more tomorrow.”

Getting up from the bed, you waved to her while making your way to the door. “Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams, Lydia.”

The next morning, you were too excited to see Lydia again. Most of the night, you couldn’t help but feel extremely overjoyed, knowing you weren't alone anymore, and someone could see you!

Hearing a knock on your door, you instantly walked over to open it.

“Hey, morning. I was wondering, do you want to go out to the garden with me? The front yard needs some work, and I could use some help.”

“Oh.” The disappointment was clear as day on your face. “I don’t think I can. The last time I tried to leave, I ended up in some desert place and was chased by this sandworm creature.”

Lydia smiled reassuringly. “Here are some other things I learned, not just from the book, but Juno explained some things to me when I was able to meet her.” She gestured for you to follow her downstairs and into the living room.

Looking around, you noticed she cleaned up the armchairs and replaced the couch with her own. The coffee table was the same, but there were coffin-shaped coasters and a candle holder in the center. “I like this. I think it captures who you are.”

“I’m glad you don’t mind that I had to sadly throw away some of your things.”

Shaking your head, you smiled at her and took a seat next to her on the couch. “I kept telling my mom I didn’t like the couch we had. Always creaked every time someone moved.”

Lydia smiled back at you. “Yeah, I bet that was annoying.” Adjusting herself to a more comfortable position, she relaxed more into the couch. “So, what I was able to understand from the book and Juno is that not only am I able to see and hear you, but I’m able to expand where you can go without getting caught in that sandworm place again. I don’t know how it works exactly, but I was able to get Adam and Barbara to step out into some of the front yard, and most of their backyard.”

“You mean I can go outside again?”

Nodding, Lydia reached over, taking your hand in hers and gently held it and made sure it was okay for you to let go if you wanted to. “I can also touch you. Juno said it’s an ability only people who have a strong connection to the supernatural have.”

You were honestly in shock. Yes, you'd heard what she said, but it was also the fact that she was holding your hand and you could feel how warm she was. All you could say to her was, “Does my hand feel cold?”

She giggled at your question and nodded. “Yes, but not ice cold. Just a bit less warm than me, honestly.”

“I’m sorry, this is just a lot to comprehend, honestly.”

Taking her hand back, Lydia smiled softly, thinking it was cute how you were looking at your hand like a five-year-old discovering a new touch sensation.

“Listen, I know this is sudden, but would you want to try that out today? We don’t have to if-”

“Yes! I’d love to! I miss going outside. As much as I love this house, my favorite things to do were to sit out on the porch and enjoy the weather.”

Standing up from the couch, Lydia grinned down at you while reaching her hand out to you. “Sounds fun to me. Let’s do this!”

“Yeah!” Excitedly taking her hand and standing up with her, you both smiled at each other. You swore you could see her cheeks turn a pale pink when you looked at her.

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