#bj x reader

“Oh, so I guess we’re neighbors now,” you grin, introducing yourself to him.

The boy opens his mouth to probably give you his name, before he stops to consider you for a moment. He looks towards his house with a worried glance. 

“Dad says I shouldn’t talk to strangers but-”

“Oh, of course. He’s right. I’ll just come and  say hi later, yeah?” You pick up one of the boxes to finish what you’d been doing, but the boy twists his mouth in thought before he looks towards his house again. 

“Dad also said that it’s nice to help people.” He crosses his arms decisively and nods to himself. 

Chuckling, you look inside your car and nod towards the last box that has the word towels written on it. 

“If you really want to help without getting in trouble, then let’s do this: You bring this to the porch, and then you go straight back home. What do you say?” 

The boy grins and nods, leaning into the car and grabbing the box. You close the trunk and lock the car, then lead the way to your house. 

“Alright, you can leave it just here, and I’ll pick it up later. Thanks for your help.”

The boy smiles, looking proud of himself. 

“Off you go now before your dad sees you here.” You jerk your head towards the boy’s house with a light laugh and lean against the door jamb. 

Jumping down the steps and waving, the boy shouts, “Later” and runs over the lawn to his home. You watch until he’s inside before doing the same and start putting things away. 

Several hours later you are sitting completely exhausted in your new living room. Your bigger furniture, like couch, bed and so on, had thankfully arrived a few days earlier with a moving company, the people working for it helping you to put everything in its place. You still have a lot of heavy enough things to put here and there, however. Some of your friends had helped to pack, but you’re on your own today, and you’d never realized just how many books you own.

Dragging yourself into the kitchen to get something to drink, you spot the Tupperware full of homemade cookies that a friend had given you before you’d left this morning. Staring at it as you have some water, you decide to bring a few over to your little neighbor as thanks and a way to introduce yourself to his parents. Grabbing a smaller container, you put half of the cookies into it and head outside. 

Once you’re at the neighbors’ door, you ring the bell and wait, tapping your fingers against the plastic of the container in slight nervousness. You put a smile on your face as you hear footsteps approaching, and the door opens a moment later. Your mouth opens to greet the person, but no sound comes out of it after your eyes have taken in the man in front of you. 

He’s wearing a green shirt that highlights his trained body, over a pair of sweatpants that hang low but not enough to be called indecent. His hair is cropped short on the sides and slightly longer on top, looking good with the stubble on his cheeks and thick eyebrows. 

“Can I help you?” The man asks after you’ve been silent for too long, an eyebrow lifting curiously. 

“Oh – uh – I – Hi – um – Hi – I’m your new neighbor?” You stutter away. 

“You don’t seem so sure.” His lips turn up in light amusement, picking up on the way you ended your sentence on a question. 

You giggle awkwardly and promptly want to hit yourself with the container at the sound. Could you get any more embarrassing? 

You clear your throat. “I’m your new neighbor,” you state this time, throwing a thumb in the direction of your place. “I just didn’t expect to find you-” 

You manage to cut yourself off before you embarrass yourself even more with what your brain wanted to have you say. I just didn’t expect to find you so attractive.

“Find me?” The man tilts his head to the side, frowning. 

Trying to think fast, you thankfully find a good enough reply.

“Er, yes. I meant that I was expecting to see your son – at least, I think he’s your son? He talked about his dad so… Anyway, a boy – he was really nice – he-”

 Stopping you in your renewed word vomit, your name gets called before the boy from earlier appears at the side of the man. 

“You know each other, Trey?” The man asks, frowning down at the kid, who grimaces, realizing that he gave himself away. 

“I’m so sorry, it’s my fault. He just wanted to help me move in the last box, and I agreed. He didn’t come in, I promise. He didn’t even give me his name. Please don’t be mad at him,” you ramble apologetically. “I just wanted to come over and introduce myself and bring these to say thank you.” You tentatively hand the cookie container to the man, who takes it after a moment with a small nod.

“Okay, bud, you take them inside while I chat, yeah?”

“Can I have one, Dad?” Trey asks, giving his father a pleading look. 

“After dinner… What do we say?” The man says as Trey nods and starts walking away. 

“Thank you!” Trey exclaims with a wide grin and runs off. 

“Thank you,” the man repeats, turning back to you and giving you a friendly smile. Alright, so you might not have blown it. Yet.

“No problem,” you smile, before introducing yourself again. 

“BJ,” he replies, extending a hand for you. 

“BJ,” you repeat with raised eyebrows as you shake his hand, taken aback by the name, before cringing at your tone. “Shit, I’m sorry. I just didn't – it’s unusual and-”

BJ waves your concerns away with a hand – a large hand, you can’t help noticing – and laughs in amusement, the sound making you relax and smile.

“It stands for Bradley James, but I don’t like it.” 

“I guess that any man would prefer BJ,” you say without thinking, but the way BJ barks out another laugh takes away your embarrassment and makes you grin instead. 

Both of you are quiet after the laughter slowly stops, but it’s not uncomfortable. BJ stares at you for a moment and ducks his head with a small smile after you’ve grinned at him at his perusal. 

 “Right… Guess I should let you get on with dinner, then.” You take a step back, remembering Trey waiting inside. 

“Yeah.” He’s silent for a beat. “You wanna join us?”

“Oh, uh… I don’t want to intrude, I-”

“Nah, come on. I’m sure that Trey would like it too. It’s usually just the two of us or my mom.”

“Oh… alright then.” 

You want to groan at yourself as your brain jumps on the implied detail that BJ seems to be single. 

In any case, Trey is happy that you join them, asking you question after question about where you are from and what you’re doing and who made the cookies. He’s cute, and you’re having fun, but the way BJ listens in carefully and watches you doesn’t go unnoticed by you either. 

trey, (who you met with a scraped knee in your driveway) found himself begging his father every morning to go knock on your door. bj, who’d reluctantly agree, as long as trey agreed not to press you too much.

you actually quite enjoyed the morning antics. it’d become a part of your routine honestly - make a cup of coffee and wait for your breakfast invite. although, recently it seemed trey was trying to make things all awkward right before he had to get on the bus. he seems like a kid with a plan too, you refuse to believe he's doing it all by accident.

“why do you guys smile at eachother like that?” trey questioned with a little one of his own, grabbing his backpack to head to the bus.

“what's that s’posed to mean?” you question back.

“i don't think we wanna know” you hear bj muttering under his breath.

there was no doubt he was on to treys antics. he'd been the victim of most of them after all. like one time trey pointed out the fact he had dilated pupils while looking at you - what the fuck is that supposed to mean? and once he questioned his son, he kinda wished he’d at least waited until after school. but what made it awkward is because while you two where trying to leave whatever feelings unsaid, it seemed it was all trey could talk about. and even when you were gone you still seemed to be their main topic of conversation. it usually started with trey saying something about how nice you are, or a joke you made at breakfast, and ended with bj rambling about you.

“i dunno, like you're in love or somethin’” he states, smile fully reaching his eyes now.

you and bj just look at eachother wordlessly for a moment.

Our phones vibrated and (Y/N) leant over on her right side to scan the screen while holding the bong in her hand, “Oh hey it’s Beezleboss, wants to meet us in the front yard.”

Confused, I asked, “Why didn’t he just come in like he always does?”

You shrugged your shoulders and set down the bong gently, bitch, you’re never gently with my stuff.

~~

I dressed up, well...put on a bra because I didn’t want to deal with the sweat stains when I’m inside the house and followed you outside to meet our manager. Sometimes (Y/N) and I speak freely in our home how much we really want to fuck him...oh my goood was he just delicious-looking. He can join our little band anytime if it means we just hop on and-

“Hey boss, how’s it going?” you greeted with a smile and pulled him in a hug.

He smiled, his canines (fuuuck me he can mark me anytime) showed as he returned the hug, “Pretty good, I was just strolling by see how you guys are.” When he released the hug, he pulled back to adjust the striped jacket. He had such an unusual sense of fashion, but he was so fucking adorable. Sometimes I don’t know whether to pinch his cheeks or to whip his sweet thicc butt *I felt my head tilt a little to scan the curves* or to just...take me.

I know (Y/N) is thinking those dirty ass thoughts, they do this little thing by crossing their arms across their chest and and using the fingernail of their pinky to scratch their arm lightly to ground them to reality and not slip into their sexual fantasies. I’m pretty sure they want to see him in a leather outfit, and god do I as well. I’m more of an emotionless, “zoning out” kind of person. I scanned his body and when I watched those gorgeous hazel eyes, only for them to have a direct contact do I smile and go over to hug them. I had no fucking clue what they were talking about but they didn’t say my name. I held him in a side-hug, resting my hand on my hip as I now enter the conversation, “Boss, you looking sexy as ever.” I reported, serious and saluting him  as that was the most important part of the discussion. We both saw the sudden blush and timidness that appeared and I leaned back slightly, made direct eye contact with you and went from an emotionless expression to a wide grin and a thumbs up liek it was indeed the mst blessful day ever. I got away with these comments because it was common, (Y/N), however, that (gurl/boi/madamonsieure)....that’s 50 shades of F.U.C.K.E.D.U.P., my comments were NOTHING compared to what this sex demon had to offer

~Flashback~

Me: Yo, (Y/N), the city of fallen angels has nothing compare to the operas you perform when you commit to the sexto-y-nueve.

You: *chuckles and you lil shit would grab my chin and lightly graze it*  I will fuck you day and night, from pleasure to pain, whether you want to or not *leans closer* and you will start calling me the Lideric because I will not stop until you say my name like a prayer and your bones will be crumpling, you will be so dehydrated that you will need to go to the hospital constantly to get IV bags injected into your bloodstream that when you waste their resources, you depend on my own cum to keep you alive. *smirks*

Me: ... *mouth gaped*...

You: *taps on my chin and leaves me hanging as you do your research*

Me: Holy shit, mark me down as scared and horny.

~~

You smiled so sweetly as you tried to brush me off, “Ignore her, she’s had too much to drink.”

I lazily pointed at you, objecting your claim, “That is not true...I may have had about two cups of Orange Juice, who knows.” I shrug my shoulders lightly. This made beezleboss chuckle and had a fit of giggles before taking a deep breath to calm down, “Alright, alright, guys I’ve been meaning to tell you about this..situation that I’m in and-” now I slowly unglueed myself from the manager made slow, long steps to stand next to you, “...que paso, compadre?”

He was confused, trying to understand why I got so defensive and ready to beat his cute butt off the driveway.

“I hope it isn’t to tell us you won’t be our manager.” You stated bluntly, always more mature than me. Now I was able to see the rings that decorated his fingers, the black fingernails, the green hair that was slicked back, his skin slightly palish as always.

When he laughed, he shooked his heads, “No noo, that is not it nah- uh it has to do with production.”

I tilt my head to the side, “But we just finished producing songs yesterday.” I say in a high-pitch voice to make aware of my confusion.

He nods, “Yes, you have.” He grins, now there was one canine tooth that was visible and I was confused. I wasn’t going to address the lost tooth, but you sighed softly, “Right, I think I know what you mean. Mija, let’s grab our guitars and go to the studio and make a few more songs.” When you walked passed me, you added: “Besides, we have a few songs under our sleeves.” and you glanced down on the silver necklace.

I smile and nodded in affirmation then looked at our boss, “We’ll be right back!” and I ran, following you. When I walked up the stairs to the door, I reached up to the necklace and looked down to see the empty frame. I smiled, then I suddenly panicked. My eyes widen, and my body tensed up. I rushed to you, nearly pinning you against the wall. You were taken off guard, raising the guitars above our heads, “Mija! Watch it, you almost made drop the guitars-”

“Listen to me, and I mean....fucking. listen to me.” My voice was shaking, my hands were trembling and I was on brink in crying, “I...lost the pick.” and I sucked in my lips. Your eyes widen, lowering your arms, “Whatthefuckdoyoumeanyoulostthefuckingpick.” You said faster than you ever said anything in your life.

“I mean...I lost the pick. It was in the frame, and now it’s gone. We have to distract him, we have to distract boss and I have to look for the pick.”

~~~

Meanwhile, Beezleboss, who waited patiently, smirked slowly as he raised his hand to reveal the glowing green pick. The pick transformed into a canine tooth that was possible for him to shape shift into his true form: His eye color changed from the hazel to the golden orbs, his mouth opened slightly to reveal the two pairs of canines into two rows of sharp teeth. He stuck out his tongue for it to be fork-pitched and slithering to get the sensation used to.His suit got dirtier in means that it was aging, horns grew from the temples, making an upward curve. His finger nails grew into claws and he was more pale, like beige white paper. A tail was revealed from under the coat and flicked a few times, it stretched as well, curling a few times before making it rest on the concrete floor.

He lolled his head, making a growling sound emit from his throat as he was relieved to be in his true form, ready to take your souls to the netherworld and make you two suffer from the pain he had to endure with the stupid breathers.

~~~

I paced back and forth, repeating fragments and ideas before you take my shoulder, “We’re gonna find the pick, and we are going to make music after, okay?” You gave me my guitar and I put on the strap, “Y-yeah, yeah, we’re gonna find it.” I repeated, doing the habit of rubbing my fingertips and we headed out the door. However, when we walked outside, we screamed in horror as we jumped in our arms.

“IT’S SHOOOOWTIME!!~” The entity sanged in his gravelly voice, even biting his lip as he heard the screams, blinking only to smirk towards us, his golden eyes filled with rage and mischief.

We separated from each other to fully observe the demon, monster whatever it was that was in front of us, speechless in the moment.

He spread his arms apart as he says in a guttural tone: “I am complete!!”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck” (Y/N) and I synced, really progressing what was going on.

“Yes you are Fucked! Shit out of Luck! Now I’m complete and my Cock you will suck!” and he proceeded to open the jacket slightly to thrust his hips forwards to mimic the fucking motion, “This world will be mine, and you’re first in line, You brought me the pick and now you shall both die!”

I was frozen in place, my eyes could not tear off. I must be high, I must be.

But I hear (Y/N)...sing? After all, he did sounded like he was singing too in the way that he spoke.

“Waaaaaiit! Waaaaiiit Waaait you motherfucker!” and I finally looked over at (Y/N) who stepped forward and pointed at him, “We challenge youu to a rock off!”

They brought the guitar in hand, ready to play, only before he pointed at the demon with their basic pick, “Give us one chance to rock your socks off!...”

I swore I saw a little hip jiggle when you sang that part softly.

I know looked at the demon who looked ready to kill us, but was distressed.

“Fuck!” He turned around, his back facing us. Well, at least his ass looked better. “Fuck! Fuuuuuuck.” He growled, turning back around after clenching his hands and even running his hands through his hair, “The demon code prevents me,” and when he turned around, a scroll appeared in his hands. He looked annoyed, if not irritated at the challenge that my roommate came up with, “From declining a rock off challenge. WHat. are your terms, what’s the ca-a-atch~.”

Now it was our time, (Y/N) looked back at me and I was trying to tell you something but nothing came out. I was too scared,

“Four things, two from me and two from her!” You shouted, looking back at him, “...If we win, you must take your sorry aaasssss back to heeeelll. And also you will have to pay our reeent.”

I actually thought that was a good idea, and I nodded slowly in agreement but also respect for thinking outside of the box.

“And what if I win?..” His hand raised to graze his beard and the growls came back, and there was a chill in both our backs.

“...” Now I’m stuck.

“...Then you can take her back to hell...” (Y/N) suggested, shrugging her shoulders in an inquisitive way, to see if it would work. I nodded mindlessly before those words clicked. I quickly snapped my head to you, worried as fuck, “...What?!”

I stepped forward to you.

They looked straight ahead before glancing at me, “Trust me mija, it’s the only whey.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked in a panicked tone, only to be grabbed by them. Their arm wrapped around me , the other on my abdominal area as we both looked straight.

“To be your little..” and then I feel someone groping my chest, “bitch.” they finished and I snapped at them.

Partially satisfied, with an eye roll, he announced: “Fine! Let the Rock off Begin!” and he released a maniacal laughter that would have wet my underwear for multiple reasons besides being scared.

And when he raised his hands, the scene changed. We were caught in the middle of an arena of speakers, a drum set appearing, a microphone sitting in the middle. A guitar and a bass on their stands. We watched three clones appear, each taking their places. The real raised his hand and lowered it as he stood behind the microphone. The drummer was perfect in every way playing the drummer, never missing a beat (no times for puns).

“I’m the devil- I love metal!” They all sang in unison, more guttural than with one, only from the real one to stuck out his tongue and wiggle it at us. We jumped at every chance, fidgety and also speechless at the performance.

The guitarist stepped forward, planting his right foot forward only to succesfully catch out attention when said, “Check this riff is fucking Tasty!!” and proceeded to shred out souls he performed.

Lastly, the real boss, he took the microphone, the tail wrapped around the stand as he sang his verse:

“I’m the devil I can do what I want

Whatever I’ve got I’m gonna flaunt!

There’s never been a rock off that I’ve ever lost!”

I glanced at you in a concerned look, already certain that I’m fucked.

When I look back, however, he revealed a wall of sex toys which made me jump.

“I can’t wait to take her back to hell

I’m gonna fill her with my hot demon gel” and he squirted lube on us, making us jump but me cower behind you.

“I’ll make her squeal like my scarlet pimpernel!” and he mimicked once again the fucking motion. .For a moment, (Y/N) stepped forward and shouted, “NOoooo!” It Boss by surprise, the illusion getting rid of. Head turned over their shoulder, they tried to make me jump in, “Come on Mija, bring the thunder!”

I was hopeless, I was already see the future of being a sexdoll, “There’s just no way that we can win, that was a master piece...”

Now they turned around and grabbed my shoulders, “Listen to me.”

“He rocks to hard because he’s not a mortal man!” I raised my hand at him who was currently smoking a cig.

“God damn it! He’s gonna make you his sex slave, gonna gargle mayonnaise-”

“Nooo” I sobbed.

“Unless we bust a massive monster mama-jam!”

I nodded, understanding you, “We’ve been through so much shit...“

“Deactivated lasers with my dick!” He shouted excitedly, and for a mere second attempted to remember a single memory where they did that.

“Now it’s time to bow this fucker dooown!!” we synced and faced the boss.

I brought out the guitar and began to strum only for you to continue “Come now, it’s time to blow doors down!”

I nodded excitedly, bouncing on my toes, “I hear you man it’s time to blow doors down!”

You posed and danced as you sang, “Light up the stage ‘cause its time for a showdown!”

Now I was confident to step forward with the thanks of my friend, “We’ll bend you over then we’ll take you to Brown Town.”

and we both sang, “Now we’ve got to blow this fucker doown!”

I quickly stated the fact if this does not work: “He’s gonna rape me if we don’t blow doors down!”

“Come on, we must drive it down now”

“Yeah Baby!!”

You confidently pointed at him as you smirked, “Hey anti-christ-er, Beezlboss, we know you’re weekness- OUR ROCKET SAUCE!”

ANd the something came over me that suddenly I stopped playing, only to actually be stuck ina thinking process.

The halt confused you and the boss, “What the fuck was that!” you shouted.

I scanned the boss almost ina  critizing way, “I just realized something...”

“HUH?!” you both responded.

“I never got to say what I wanted.” I stated plainly.

You wacked the back of my head and I nearly tripped.

“You were nearly raped and you’ve got the nerve to say that!”

“Wait cabron listen to me!” you shouted back and the you looked at the boss, “Yo, you gnna destroy the world?”

Speechless, Beezlboss remained there, “Uhhh...no?”

I nodded and process that, “Then how about we forget all this and come inside, become our new roommate and date?”

That question alone made them look around for any secrets cameras of some sort.

“What the fuck is happening..”

“Exactly, you know, when you were human and all, (Y/N) wanted you to fuck us and fuck you. You see them scratch their arm right?”

“yeah...”

“Observant! But that’s their way of not falling into a sexual fantasy! I’m a motherfucking open book that will open her legs with a snap of fingers! Rape is off-limits though!”

“And...?”

“Boy,...you will not hear the end of the day if you let me continue talk when I want to date that sexy ass of yours. ANd now that you have horns, now I have something to hold on when I’m riding- let’s go inside. now.” You made your way inside, shocking both outside.

“Now!!!!” you barked and both (Y/N) and boss head inside. I got closer look and I grin, “Oohh, you managed to get even sexier.”

“Wait...you both....really wanted to fuck me?”

“And date you, don’t forget that. We just didn’t want to make it awkward since you were out manager.” you explained, making you blush from the revelation.

“And you still want to date me?” He asked in clarification and you quickly grabbed his tie and pulled him down in a lustful kiss, taking your hand in mine to pull closer. I introduced tongue and when we pull apart, a string of saliva was attached, “You should wait until (Y/N) opens their mouth. I came three times.” you admitted, “didn’t even touch me.” I smirked, “Now come on, let’s ignore what just happened and just get on with it yeah?” you asked and leaned forward to kiss his neck. You blushed so hard, you felt him place his hand on your waist and nodded to male the move. His expression soften up and you leaned forward to kiss him, already twirling tongues.

“I like your dress,” You offered, genuinely wanting to compliment the younger girl. 

“I’m in mourning,” Was the reply that Lydia offered. 

Immediately, you were taken aback, but your mind was able to figure things out pretty quickly, filling in the blanks that Charles had so conveniently left out, and you quickly tried to relate to the girl, genuinely feeling bad for her, “I’m sorry for your loss…” When Lydia decided not to say anything, you felt the need to continue, “When I was 12 my dad died, so if you ever want to talk about it with someone…” You trailed off to see Lydia staring at you with an almost perplexed look on her face. 

You cleared your throat, clearly this wasn’t something that she wanted to talk about that much, but you thought you would just open it up to her, because from what you could tell, Lydia didn’t get to talk about her mom as much as she might’ve liked to, “Anyways, I’m sure your dad told you I’m going to be tutoring you?” And just like that, the conversation changed, and Lydia started to actually answer you! 

After that first meeting, you and Lydia really hit it off, your preparation sessions started off as the two of you just talking, and then the second half was where you started to do some actually work. You honestly wasn’t sure why Charles even wanted Lydia to have a tutor, she seemed like a very bright girl, right now her only problem, that you were quickly made privy to, was that her dad didn’t seem to want to talk to her about her mom, which had to be hard for her. 

You could tell Lydia was feeling depressed, which was expected after her mother’s untimely passing, but while you offered Lydia all the comfort she could, she really needed to hear that from her dad, and from what you could tell, she wasn’t going to get that anytime soon. 

Lydia definitely had an overactive imagination, which you also were quickly shown, the girl loved to talk about all things macabre, and even tried to convince you on several occasions that ghost haunted this house, the ghosts of the family that had previously lived in this house, which you laughed off, definitely not believing in ghosts. It was funny though, how much Lydia tried to make you believe in the two ghosts, she’d even come up with a whole backstory for them, but you were sure she could’ve found out about the house’s old owners by some old book or something up in the attic, she had to be just messing with you! 

One night when you went over to the Deetz household, you were surprised that your whole session with Lydia was cut off by the girl complaining about her dad’s relationship with Delia (not that it was surprising to you to learn that the two of them had been hooking up, it was pretty obvious), and how she wanted to get back at him for it. You tried to talk her down from whatever she was going through, but your session got cut short when Lydia accused you of already knowing about Charles and Delia, running off shortly afterwards. 

You decided to spend a couple of days away from the house after that, but it didn’t take long for you to get a call from the Deetz household, the caller ID flashing up on your phone before you answered it. 

“Hello?” You asked, brining the phone up to your ear to answer Charles’ call. 

Instead of Charles though, you were surprised to hear Lydia on the other end, “(Y/N)! It’s Lydia, you need to come over tonight,” The girl urged. 

You had nothing going on that night, so you didn’t see a problem with visiting, “Yeah, I can come over to study?” You clarified, knowing that’s probably not what Lydia wanted to do, but you at least deserved some heads up before going over to the crazy house! 

“No, Dad’s having a dinner party tonight with his rich friends, I need you to be there,” She urged again, and you felt your heart sink. 

You didn’t really want to go over to one of Charles’ fancy dinner parties, you could only imagine what went on at those, knowing him you didn’t really care to find out what kind of company he kept, but Lydia was asking you a favor, you couldn’t just say no to her, right? 

With a sign, you started to think about your wardrobe, hoping you could at least look like you fit into the Deetz life, “Alright, I’ll be over in about thirty minutes? Should I dress up?” You asked, hoping that Lydia would give you some sort of relief. 

“Yeah, I want Dad to be perfectly at ease,” She assured, before telling you excitedly that she’d see you soon. 

You groaned when you hung up the phone, making sure to immediately start getting ready. You were lucky that you already had some makeup on, having had a job interview earlier that morning for a teaching position at the local high school, but you made sure to make yourself look a little bit more glamorous before picking out a dress. Your wardrobe wasn’t that extensive, so it didn’t take you long to decide on a black and white grid dress that flared out just above the knees and hugged your neck, deciding that would have to be fancy enough for dinner because it was all that you had, and hopefully, Lydia wasn’t expecting you to sit through the whole meal. 

After getting dressed, you hopped in your car to head over to the Deetz’ house, happy to see that there were no other cars except for Charles’ when you got there. You were earlier than you expected, so you had time to talk to Lydia, you were quickly let in by the young girl and dragged up to her room almost immediately. 

“Lydia, what’s going on?” You asked once the two of you had scaled the stairs to lock yourselves in her room. 

She was practically vibrating with excitement as she paced around her room, “We’re going to scare dad out of this house!” She began, immediately explaining her plan to you, “So the Maitlands-” She began. 

“The ghosts?” You clarified, managing to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. 

Lydia was quick to nod in agreement, “Yes, they are going to possess dad and his guest, it’s going to freak them out so badly that dad’s never going to be able to sell his stupid gated community, and we’ll be able to move back home,” She explained. 

“And why did you want me here?” You continued, not seeing the point to you having to be here. 

“You’re going to get to meet them, Adam and Barbara,” She explained, talking about the supposed couple that used to live here and now haunted this place. 

You didn’t want to laugh at the poor girl, clearly she was having some delusions from dealing with her mother’s death, so the least you could do at the moment was play along, “Alright, when is this party going to start?” You asked. 

“Soon, I need to get dressed first, gotta make sure dad thinks I’m playing the part,” Lydia grinned, kicking you out of her room for a moment so she could get changed. 

Waiting outside, you were surprised to feel a stream of cool air rush over you, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps. Instantly, you felt like you were being watched, and you spun around to see if Charles or Delia had wandered upstairs, but they were nowhere to be seen. Before you could think too deeply about what was going on, Lydia was opening the door behind her, capturing your attention again, especially because the young girl who normally dressed in all black was wearing a bright yellow dress now, the dress looking completely out of place. 

“Is that from Delia?” You asked, not being able to stop yourself from laughing now. 

A sharp look from Lydia quickly shut you up, but thankfully, the two of you could hear a lot of commotion downstairs, and Lydia was quick to start playing the role of doting daughter. 

“Father?” She called, “Oh father dear, did I hear the dinner bell?” 

You were quick to follow after the girl, making sure that Charles could see that you were there too, but Delia was quick to give a shout of her own, “Life coaching, yes!” She cried, pumping her fist in the air, “It’s not a fad, do the research!” 

“So, sorry I’m late everyone, and I hope no one minds I invited my tutor, Y/N,” Lydia paused to give you a chance to catch up to her. 

“Your dress!” Charles gasped, clearly struck with Lydia’s change in attire. 

You stood at the bottom of the stairs as Lydia pranced around the table, getting compliments from all of the guests, circling back around until she was able to pull a chair out for you as well. 

“Well, this is gonna be such an interesting night!” Lydia was quick to say, making sure that she was still in control of the conversation. 

You took your seat at the end of the table next to Delia, watching as Lydia continued to stand at the far end, a wicked gleam in her eyes, “Uh first, wouldn’t it be wonderful if our newest family member made a toast?” She asked, picking up a glass and raising it towards Delia. 

The red head looked taken aback, but then pleased with herself as she got back to her feet, clearing her throat once a pleased grin spread across her face, “Thank you, future step-daughter,” She began, “Business friends… I have only known this amazing, amazing man, and his unique daughter for a few months. I don’t even know how many I’d have to check my pay stubs. But as my guru, Otho, always says-” There was no hesitation in the next second, but you could see a complete change in Delia as she gripped her chair with one hand and held the other up to the sky “Daaaay-o!” At her sudden outburst, she looked shocked, and with a quick glance at Lydia, you realized that the youngest girl there looked nothing less than thrilled. 

“What is going on, Delia?” Lydia pressed, still playing her part, “Are you alright?” 

Delia wasted no time before she started to laugh a little uncontrollably, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what just happened!” She exclaimed, getting herself back on track, “I meant to say-” It happened once again, she continued with her strange little chant, and you instantly got the feeling something was wrong. 

“Delia, do you need to lie down?” Charles asked, uncomfortably fussing with his jacket. 

“No!” She protested, “I just need to- Daylight come and we won’t go home,” She continued, letting out a large gasp when she finished, “What is happening to me!?” 

Instantly, the man who you assumed the couple was trying to impress turned as if he was going to address Delia, but Charles was faster, “Maxi!” he cried, laughing along with the man once he caught his attention, “On behalf of Delia and myself, I’d just like to say- work all night on a drink of-” At Charles’ declaration, you jumped to your feet, the feeling that something bad was going to happen, swiftly moving over to Lydia’s side, who looked very pleased with herself. 

You were very thankful you did too, because in the next second, everyone sitting at the table had picked up where Charles and Delia had left off, it looked like you and Lydia were the only ones not being possessed at the moment. 

It took you less than two seconds to come up with a conclusion after watching this happen, now safely at Lydia’s side, “Ghosts?” You asked in a whisper, not being able to tear your eyes away from the strange scene in front of you. 

Lydia shot you a grin and nodded in agreement, her words getting cut off when Charles called out to her. 

“Lydia call 911! Wait- why aren’t you singing?” He demanded, now using a bowl for a drum as he marched along to the music. 

She was quick to jump up on a chair, “It’s like I told you dad, the ghosts that live here want you out!” She called, quickly looking up at the stairs at something you couldn’t see, “Barbara, the pig!” 

Your eyes quickly found the large pig in the center of the room that had been intended for dinner, but now it was on its hind legs, throwing itself on Delia as she shrieked and flailed and shouted about how she was a vegan. 

You really didn’t know if she should be laughing or crying, this was just all too surreal for you, and you tried your best to just keep track of where Lydia was throughout all of this and stick close to her side, even when she seemed to be talking to the ghosts on the stairs that you still couldn’t see. 

“Maxi! I’m so sorry!” Charles called as soon as he wasn’t singing anymore. 

Maxi was quick to shake his head, stuck in a conga line at the moment, “Chuck, you moron! We’re gonna be rich!” He called, beaming excitedly. 

“What?” Charles demanded. 

“What?!” Lydia shouted, pushing past you to get closer to her dad. 

You tried to stay put where you were, but the thought that there were two ghosts possibly standing a foot away from you now was just a little strange and you found yourself wandering back over towards the table. 

“I was never going to invest in your stupid gated community! But a genuine haunted house? It’s a gold mine!” Maxi cried out. 

“No!” Lydia was climbing on the table in a second, frustration clearly written on her face. 

“Do you hear that Delia? These ghosts are gonna make us a fortune!” Charles was clearly very excited at the prospect of getting that much richer. 

“You’re supposed to be scared!” Lydia continued to argue, looking behind her at the stairs again for a moment. 

“Lydia, come on, let’s go back to your room,” You tried to bargain, wanting to try and help calm the girl down. 

She shook her head, shooting a dark look towards you for a second, “No, there’s one thing that can still stop them! I can’t keep living like this! Beetlejuice!” She cried. 

From where you were standing next to the table, the center of it split open, creating a large rift in the center, but somehow, Lydia was still standing, but now she was looking at something next to her… was she talking to another ghost? 

You took a step back, feeling the air getting thicker around yourself, really not liking what was going on now. 

“Beetlejuice!” The girl repeated.