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Wedding Dance (Doppelgängers)

As I already mentioned, I have started to work on one-shots that take place within the same universe as the main Doppelgängers fic, which is an AU crossover between Beetlejuice the Musical and School of Rock the Musical. I’ve decided to post this one shot as it essentially is a missing scene from the last part of the Doppelgängers fic, taking place during the wedding reception. This one shot features a few of the characters, although it is mostly Ros and Dewey centric. I really just love causing Dewey a whole bunch of angst. Hopefully you guys enjoy despite this. Here is the link to the original fic:

https://savittski-writes.tumblr.com/post/633187403125981184/doppelg%C3%A4ngers-part-one

Title: Wedding Dance (Doppelgängers Universe)

Word Count: 1,929

Wedding Dance

Deetz Residence, Back Garden

“And then I said, ‘this isn’t caviar!’” Mr. Mullins’ finished his story, breaking out into laughter. Many of the occupants around the table followed suit while Dewey and Ros gave polite chuckles. Ros shot him an apologetic look, and Dewey shrugged his shoulders slightly, giving her a nervous smile. Dewey’s smile grew a little when Ros set her hand on his knee, which had been bouncing out of the sight under the table. Dewey felt a little calmer then, and he felt like he had a better handle on the situation. Sure, this meeting wasn’t going as he had hoped, but he would get through it, and then he and Ros could retreat to the guest bedroom and enjoy the rest of their night together.

“Oh, right. Apologies, Dewey,” Mr. Mullins spoke up, drawing Dewey back into the conversation, blinking over towards the Mullins and their friends sitting next to them. “I forget that our humor would be lost on you.”

“No worries, Mr. Mullins, sir,” Dewey replied steadily, his voice sounding far surer than he felt. He could feel the gaze of everyone at the table on him, and he had to fight to keep himself calm and collected. His heart felt like it was going to start beating out of his chest any moment, and he wanted more than anything to just get up from the table and head inside. He just wanted to be in the guest bedroom, writing more music for the kids to play, or maybe just playing some AC/DC or Zeppelin. Instead he was stuck here, trying desperately to make a good impression on Ros’ parents, and everything he did seemed to fall short. They seemed to hate him, for nothing other than his appearance, Dewey felt, and it was stifling. Especially when they kept making digs at him and the difference in wealth between the two.

“Dad,” Ros muttered, trying to coax her father into being a little nicer to Dewey. Dewey wished she hadn’t said anything. It was only making it more obvious to him and everyone else at the table that Mr. Mullins didn’t like Dewey and clearly didn’t think he was worth Ros’ time.

“So, uh… Dewey,” Mrs. Mullins started, eyebrows raising at Dewey’s name. She had done such a thing every time she addressed him, making it obvious that she didn’t like his name. It’s not like he could really help it or anything. It was his name, since birth, and he was normally damn proud of it. But if there was one thing he was realizing Mrs. Mullins was really good at, it was making someone feel small and insignificant just by saying their name. She had that tone down to a science. “What is it that you do again? You’re a teacher, yes? What do you teach?”

“Dewey is our Music Coach, at Horace Green,” Ros interjected upon seeing Dewey’s eyes widen slightly, looking stricken. She felt his leg start bouncing again under her hand, and she gave it a gentle squeeze in an attempt to ground him. She knew Dewey sometimes suffered from anxiety in high stress situations like these, and she wished more than anything that she could ease his worries and stress.

“Music Coach?” Mrs. Mullins asked haughtily. “What does a Music Coach do, exactly?”

“I, uh, I help Ros teach the kids music studies during the day,” Dewey explained, trying to keep his voice steady as he focused on Ros’ hand on his leg. “And I host an after school program for our school band. It teaches kids more about the instruments, technical aspects of shows like tech and costume design, and it helps promote creativity. Some of our kids even write their own songs,” Dewey explained, a smile breaking out onto his face as he spoke, feeling more confident the more he spoke about the kids. “They’re all really talented, and we even did a show a few months back using a song one of them wrote.”

“That’s very interesting,” Mr. Mullins conceded, finally looking at Dewey as if he wasn’t as much of a louse as he had previously thought. “What sort of instruments do the kids play?”

“Uh, guitar, electric and acoustic, bass, drums-,” Dewey started rattling off, though he stuttered to a halt upon seeing the frown forming on Ros’ parent’s faces.

“What sort of band is this?” Mrs. Mullins asked, looking aghast.

“A… an after school rock band,” Dewey replied nervously, what little confidence he had gained seemed to flee.

“And you allow this, Rosie?” She asked, turning to look at Ros in shock. “A… a rock band at Horace Green?”

“Mother, please. It’s great for the children,” Ros defended, placing down her now-empty drink on the table. “They love it and they love-”

“It’s just… so improper!” Dewey just barely stopped his hand from moving up to fiddle with his tie. He instead reached over to grab his glass, realizing in dismay that it was empty. This was the perfect opportunity to leave the table for a few minutes.

“I’m going to get another drink. Would you like anything, Ros?” Dewey asked politely as he stood from the table. Ros gave him a look that was half-miserable and half-apologetic. It seemed she wasn’t having any better of a time than he was.

“Her name is Rosalie,” Mrs. Mullins snapped, turning her narrowed eyes onto Dewey, who fumbled slightly.

“O-of course-”

“Dewey can call me whatever he likes. And I happen to like the nickname Ros,” Rosalie interrupted harshly, starting to get angry. She turned to Dewey with a softer smile before passing her wine glass over. “Another of the red, dear?”

“Sure thing, Ros- Rosalie,” Dewey stuttered before giving her a quick peck on the cheek and hurrying away to the drink table. He gave a sigh of relief as he made it to the station, politely asking the waiter for a glass of red and another whiskey for him. He turned back to the party, surveying it carefully while the man went to retrieve the drinks. He was miserable, absolutely miserable at that table, and it seemed Ros wasn’t doing any better. He had asked her to dance earlier at one point, but Ros hadn’t wanted to dance to the song being played at the time. He wondered if he might be able to convince her to get up for the right song and get away from the table for a little bit.

“Well, you look like you’re having fun,” A gravelly voice said from beside him, drawing Dewey’s attention to the side. Beetlejuice stood there, looking identical to Dewey, glancing around at the party too. Dewey gave his head a slight shake, still finding it a little disconcerting to see the demon wearing his own face.

“Yeah, Ros’ parents hate me, so it’s been going great so far,” Dewey told the demon, eyes narrowing over towards the table where it looked like Ros was arguing with her mother. He figured they were likely arguing about him, and he was proved correct a moment later when he saw them gesture towards him.

“Yeah, they look like the type that’ve had a stick up their ass since birth,” Beetlejuice commented back, eyes following Dewey’s to the older couple in question. “Don’t let it get to you. Your girlfriend likes you, right? So fuck her parents.”

“Yeah, but it just might make Thanksgiving and Christmas a little awkward if they hate me,” Dewey shot back, sighing heavily. A tap on his shoulder had him turning to face the bartender, taking the drinks with a polite nod. “I really don’t want to go back to the table.”

“So don’t. Dance or something.”

“Ros wasn’t happy with the selection earlier,” Dewey explained with a sigh. Beetlejuice shot him a sideways look, a mischievous grin coming over his face.

“They take requests, you know.”

“Do they?” Dewey asked, eyebrows raising as he glanced towards the demon. “Would you mind taking these back to the table? And please don’t say anything.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Beetlejuice said with an eye roll, taking the drinks while Dewey quickly moved over towards where the band was playing. He quickly got the attention of one of the band members, hissing his request before moving back towards the table, pleased to find that Beetlejuice had evidently taken his advice of dropping the drinks and going.

“Dewey! There you are! Lawrence just brought the drinks back!” Ros said, looking at him in concern, likely wondering exactly why Dewey had the demon bring the drinks over.

“Ros, come dance with me?” Dewey asked as he came to a stop next to her, holding out his hand. Ros rolled her eyes slightly, smiling up at Dewey.

“I don’t know-”

“I have it on good authority you’ll really like this next song,” Dewey told her with a grin. Sure enough, right on cue the opening chords to Stevie Nicks’ Edge of Seventeen started playing, causing a broad smile to appear on Ros’ face.

“Dewey, you didn’t.”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. May I have this dance, Miss Mullins?” Dewey asked with a wide grin himself, giving a small bow. Ros laughed and took his hand, letting him pull her to her feet.

“Yes you may, Mr. Finn,” she teased before walking with him out to the dance floor. It wasn’t a song that they could necessarily slow dance to, but that was fine by both of them. It was a song that meant a lot to Dewey and to Ros, and it took them back to their first night out together all those months ago. Just dancing in the bar together without a care. What had started as an attempt to get Ros to agree to Dewey’s plans had ended up being the night he had started slowly falling for her. And seeing Ros dancing then had made his heart beat a little quicker. It still had the same effect, though now Dewey gave a huge smile knowing what the feeling was. He was always happy seeing Ros happy.

“I love you,” he burst out in a soft tone, a little surprised by the words. Well, not by the words necessarily since he said them genuinely to Ros tons of times. What was more surprising, though perhaps surprising wasn’t the right word, now that he thought of it. What was a little overwhelming for Dewey was the amount of emotion he was feeling in that moment, and the amount of emotion he had packed behind those three words. Ros stopped dancing altogether, simply staring at Dewey with an incredibly soft, pure smile on her face that made Dewey’s heart practically stop beating.

“I love you too, Dew,” she whispered back, Dewey coming to a stop next to her. “I love you so much,” she added again before pulling him into a kiss that relaxed Dewey, setting his mind at ease for the first time since the wedding reception started. Beetlejuice, while a nuisance, might have a point. He had Ros, and that was all he really needed. If Ros’ parents didn’t approve and hated him, so what? As long as Ros loved him and Ros was happy, he’d take every thinly veiled comment and punch thrown his way. And he’d brush them right off because no matter what, Ros loved him. And that was all that really mattered.

“Let’s go sit back down,” Dewey told her with a soft smile, feeling as if he could take on the world with her at his side.

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savittski-writes · 4 years ago

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Doppelgängers Part Nine

So this is the ninth and final part of my AU crossover fic between Beetlejuice the Musical and School of Rock the Musical. We’ve reached the end of the road here, and I’m sorry it’s taken this long to get it out. I had some issues back in the fall and I’m not happy with the way this last part came out. Still, I figured there was no reason to keep you guys waiting indefinitely. Hopefully you guys like this better than I do. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read this series. You guys are awesome.

Anyway, usual disclaimer that this is my first time writing for these characters, so it might be a little out of character. The idea for the story is based off this post:

https://colanom.tumblr.com/post/613740109133742080/au-where-charles-and-rosalie-are-cousins-and-ros

Title: Doppelgängers

Part: 9/9

Word Count: 3,372

Summary: Rosalie Mullins and Charles Deetz are cousins who have always been very close, if not a little emotionally stilted. When Charles and Delia invite Rosalie and her plus one to their wedding, what shenanigans will ensue? And why does Rosalie’s new boyfriend bear a striking resemblance to a certain stripey demon?

The final part: Charles and Delia’s wedding with all the chaos and mayhem that ensues. Also, Dewey has a lot of insecurities and anxieties and is tortured quite a bit in this.

Part One

Part Eight

Chapter Nine: Raising a Little Hell

Deetz Residence, Back Garden

The wedding ceremony, which had taken place at the far back of the Deetz’s garden, had actually gone surprisingly smoothly. There hadn’t been a single sign of Beetlejuice’s presence, or at least no definite sign. Lydia had been giggling a couple of times during the ceremony and Adam had thought he had caught a flash of stripes out of the corner of his eye at one point, but otherwise the demon stayed out of sight. This, everyone seemed to agree, was probably more concerning. The fact that Beetlejuice was there but playing nice felt more like the calm before the storm than anything else.

Dewey had managed to retain his sense of tranquility through the duration of the wedding, though the nerves weren’t gone for long. As soon as the wedding finished, they moved right into the reception which was also taking place in the garden. The chairs had been moved and the tables were swiftly brought out by the same group that was catering. They were quickly set up at the same time the wedding band set up their makeshift stage. Before he knew it, Dewey found himself sitting at a medium sized rounded table next to Ros. Next to them, but still very much within Dewey’s line of sight, were Ros’ parents, Elizabeth and Marcus Mullins.

Dewey felt the wedding reception was slowly turning into a disaster. Well, for him at least. The wedding reception itself seemed to be going wonderfully, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, taking turns wishing well the new bride and groom. People seemed to be smiling and chatting, and the food was pretty great, even if it was a little more upscale than Dewey was used to. No, what was going terribly for Dewey was the meeting the parents part.

It might’ve been because he was nervous, and maybe he was overthinking it, but he thought they hated him. He’d been around people who hated him often enough to tell, and he could tell they hated him the moment he sat down. He hadn’t even gotten a word out before he felt Ros’ mother narrowing her eyes, likely taking in the scruff on his face, his slightly messy hair, and his not-exactly-flat stomach. It felt just like being back in high school, with all the judging stares, and Dewey hated it.

Still, Dewey stuck around the table and tried his best to make a good impression. Adam and Barbara had swung by for a bit, visible to the guests and able to go into the garden thanks to some sort of pass or temporary Visa granted to them by the Netherworld, he thought they called it. Honestly, Dewey still wasn’t too sure on half of this ghost stuff, but despite being a little bland at times, the Maitlands were good, kind people. It made Dewey feel better having them at the table, chatting happily and accepting Dewey despite his numerous flaws.

Dewey was honestly surprised that things were going so well for the reception in general. He hadn’t seen much of Beetlejuice, which had been a major surprise considering the demon’s desire to stir up a little chaos. It wasn’t until Lydia marched over to the table about an hour in that Dewey had any idea of what the demon was up to.

“There you are!” The goth girl practically growled, eyes narrowing at Dewey. “I need to talk to you for a moment… Dewey,” she hissed, causing Dewey to roll his eyes. Not this again?

“Whatever you say, Wednesday,” Dewey shot back with a small grin, earning an amused glare from Lydia. It seemed she had actually liked that one. Dewey filed that away for later, determined to come up with more nicknames that would get the goth teen to lighten up a bit. He stood from the table, excusing himself to Ros and her parents, before taking a few steps away with Lydia. “So what’s going on?” He asked, to which Lydia narrowed her eyes at him.

“This is so freaking annoying,” Lydia muttered with an eye roll before looking him up and down carefully, almost as if he was a puzzle. “Beetlejuice is here somewhere looking just like you. So honestly I have no idea whether you’re you or Beej right now. And until we find Beej, you’re sticking with me. In case you are Beej.”

“This is not the demon you are looking for,” Dewey said, waving his hand in front of the girl like Obi-Wan. “Did it work?”

“Not at all,” Lydia shot back with a glare, though Dewey was pleased to see her lips twitching. At least someone had a sense of humor tonight, he thought bitterly as he glanced sideways towards Ros’ parents.

“Alright, well…” Dewey trailed off, looking around the party for any sign of his evil clone. He found him near the drink station, chatting up a blonde-haired lady who might’ve been another cousin of the family. Dewey frowned, still finding it weird to be looking at the back of his own head. “Well, there you go. There’s your man over there,” he drew the goth’s attention to the drink table, frowning as he watched Beetlejuice make a move on the woman, locking lips. “Ugh. See, further proof that’s Beej and I’m me. If I were gonna lock lips with anyone, it’d be my beautiful hottie back at the table.”

“Yeah, point to you I guess,” Lydia acknowledged as she gave a grimace of disgust, watching Beetlejuice-Dewey making out with the woman. “Thanks for finding him. Dad wanted me to keep him under control for the night.”

“Yeah, might want to go back to that. What’re we calling him anyways? You know, if anyone asks?” Dewey asked after a moment, realizing for the first time that he didn’t know what the cover story would be.

“He’s your estranged twin Lawrence. Or at least that’s what I’m going with,” Lydia answered as she walked away. “We met him here and you guys just got reacquainted this weekend.”

“Sounds good to me,” Dewey muttered in reply as he stepped back over to the table, finding that everyone had been watching him and Lydia. He felt his face flush slightly as he sat back down next to Ros.

“What was that about?” Ros asked, tilting her head.

“Lydia couldn’t find BJ. He was by the drinks,” Dewey responded with a slight shrug.

“And who is this ‘BJ?’” Ros’s mother, Elizabeth, asked with a slight sniff.

“Uh, my brother, Lawrence. We don’t get on well, but he’s friends with Charles’ family,” Dewey explained, glancing sideways at Ros in hopes she would catch on and play along.

“Yes, Dewey and Lawrence had a falling out after their Dad passed away,” Ros explained, jumping in to add to the story. “They’ve recently become reacquainted.”

“Ah. I can see why,” Mr. Mullins replied, looking over towards the drink station where Beetlejuice was being dragged away from the woman by Lydia. Dewey’s shoulders pulled inwards as he turned back to face the table.

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

Deetz Residence, Back Garden

Dinner had passed by swiftly and without issue, and it was as the reception was turning into dessert that those who knew the truth behind “Lawrence ‘BJ’ Finn” were getting concerned. There had been absolutely no chaos or screaming, and it was starting to set everyone on edge a little bit. Dewey had just managed to coax Ros into a dance, Stevie Nicks predictably, and they had been headed back to the table when all hell broke loose. Dewey had led Ros back to her chair, pulling it out for her and pushing it back in, all while matching her wide smile. He was just about to sit back down when he felt a tap on his shoulder, and he turned to find the blonde from the drink table earlier.

“There you are handsome,” she said before jerking him forward by his tie, to Dewey’s shock, and planting her lips on his. Dewey’s brain went haywire as the anxiety and panic set in, and he was quick to push the woman back, but not too harshly. The woman pulled back, looking confused at his behavior, tilting her head. “What’s wrong, handsome? You weren’t this shy before.”

“That’s probably because it wasn’t me you were kissing. And I’d really appreciate it if you let go of me,” Dewey said firmly, feeling awkward at being put in a situation like this. And in front of Ros’ parents no less! Now he knew his chances at making a good first impression were completely screwed. “I have a girlfriend, thanks, and she’s really the only one I want to be locking lips with.” The woman pulled back, letting go of him completely, looking hurt and angry.

“That’s not what you were saying before!”

“Probably because it wasn’t me-,” Dewey started, but never got to finish as he was blind-sided by a punch to his left cheek. Dewey stumbled back, grabbing onto the nearest chair in surprise as he regained his balance. “What the fuck man?” He asked as he turned to find an older guy glaring harshly at him, shaking his fist.

“That’s for fucking kissing my wife!”

“I didn’t do anything! She came onto me like some lunatic!” Dewey argued as he gestured towards the woman that had just been kissing him, thinking that’s the wife the man was talking about. The man sneered in response, puffing up slightly as he narrowed his eyes further.

“I don’t care about your slut girlfriend, I mean my wife!” The drunk man shouted back at Dewey, gesturing to another older blonde that had appeared at the man’s shoulder.

“That’s the man!” The woman cried as she pointed at Dewey. By this point, a lot of attention had been dragged over to their table, and Dewey was thankful to see Charles and Delia, as well as a few of the caterers and band players coming over to try and break up the fight.

“What is going on over here?” Barbara asked as she appeared with Adam, standing next to Delia.

“Fuck if I know!” Dewey argued, one hand rubbing his smarting cheek. “He just fucking hit me for no damn reason!”

“He tried making a move on my wife!” the drunk man argued, gesturing towards Dewey, who threw his hands up in the hair. “How about I return the favor!” He yelled before pulling the other blonde that had ambushed Dewey in for a kiss. Another man started shouting before pushing his way forward, tapping the man on the shoulder. When the drunkard pulled back from the blonde, the other man was quick to strike, knocking the drunk man back on his ass.

“That’s my wife, you idiot!” The man called as he pulled the first man back to his feet. It soon devolved into chaos as a few other confused men came forward, arguing, punching, and accusing each other of moving on their women. Dewey stood back, watching the scene in shock as a few of the caterers and band members tried forcing their way into the fight, trying to break it up. Dewey heard a gasp and was quick to move Ros behind him as the fighting drew closer to their table once more. He heard someone shout out in pain, and Dewey glanced around, sharing a panicked look with Adam, both at a loss of what to do.

“QUIET! EVERYONE SHUT UP!” Delia screamed at the top of her lungs. The fighting immediately ceased as everyone’s attention was drawn to the woman who didn’t normally shout at people in that manner. It was at that point that Dewey noticed Charles was no longer standing next to her. He found the man looking a little worse for wear in the center of the group, tie askew and tux ripped in a couple of places. Adam and Barbara were quick to dart forward, carefully leading the man back to Delia all the while fussing over his hair and clothes.

“You fucking broke my arm,” one man hissed as he held his arm to his chest, looking pained. Dewey recognized him as the wedding singer, and he winced upon realizing how out of control this whole situation had gotten. Several men started talking all at once when Delia asked for someone to explain themselves, and Dewey winced as they all began shouting and pointing at him. Dewey felt horrible just knowing he might’ve in some way encouraged the demon to cause this mess, though he reasoned with himself that Beetlejuice would’ve likely caused this sort of a mess with or without Dewey’s acceptance. Still, he felt bad for Delia and Charles, who had both seemed like a decent enough sort after the prior day’s confusion and debacle had been settled.

It seemed that Delia had thankfully caught the gist of what happened, and to Dewey’s relief, figured out the truth behind the matter. Her face instantly flushed red as she spun around, looking for the demon in question with a loud screeching cry of, “LAWRENCE!” The crowd seemed to miraculously part to reveal the demon, still wearing Dewey’s face, who looked a little sheepish.

“Uh… BYYYYYE!” Beetlejuice called out in his normally gravelly voice before seeming to throw down a small smoke bomb. When the smoke had cleared, he was gone, much to the anger and confusion of the guests, all demanding an explanation. Dewey stepped back from the crowd, sighing heavily as Delia and Charles all tried to explain away the situation and clear Dewey’s name.

“What a party, huh?” Dewey heard the steadily more familiar voice of Beetlejuice from next to him, and Dewey turned to see the demon back to his normal appearances.

“Dude, you ruined the party,” Lydia snarled as she stepped up next to them, harshly smacking the demon in the side.

“I just wanted to cause a little chaos!” Beetlejuice defended as he rubbed the spot Lydia had just abused, glaring down at the small teen.

“A little chaos is one thing, man. But this… Charles and Delia didn’t deserve this,” Dewey shot back, turning away from the demon completely to watch the scene before them. It seemed the party was now winding down, preparing to disperse, despite Delia’s attempts to try and tempt everyone with cake.

“My arm’s broken. Have fun without a guitar or singer, lady,” the wedding band singer snarled before walking away, probably to have an ambulance called. The other band members hung around, looking to be at a loss of what to do now that they were down both a guitar and singer. Still, they were being paid for the night, so they weren’t going to leave just yet.

“We’ve gotta do something,” Lydia muttered, shaking her head even as Adam and Barbara made their way over to them, glaring angrily at the demon in question.

“I can’t even believe you right now, Beetlejuice!” Barbara practically snarled, looking ready to spit fire at the demon. “Charles and Delia’s wedding! After everything-”

“Listen, that’s nice and all, but you can yell at me later,” Beetlejuice interrupted, looking suitably chastised and perhaps a little guilty. “Right now we’ve gotta figure out a way to fix this,” the demon added as Ros joined them. The group glanced back over to where Charles and Delia stood, attempting to do damage control.

“Dewey,” Ros hissed, elbowing her boyfriend to get his attention. Dewey glanced towards her and saw where her attention was fixated: the wedding band, who was now milling about on stage, looking like they were about to start packing up their instruments.

“C’mon, Ros. They all hate me enough already thanks to Lawrence over here,” Dewey argued back quietly, earning a glare from the demon in question.

“Hey! I take offense to that-”

“You don’t have a leg to stand on right now, BJ,” Adam argued back with a harsh glare. Adam’s glare lessened in severity since he could tell Beetlejuice felt guilty. The demon just bit his lip, and most surprisingly, didn’t immediately try to pull a schtick and make his legs disappear out from under himself. “Not only did you try and ruin the reception, but you used Dewey’s face to do it. That was low.” While Beetlejuice attempted to defend himself, Dewey turned back to Ros, who gave him a pleading look to at least try and fix this.

“Fine. Don’t blame me if this goes poorly,” Dewey sighed before turning back to the front sullenly. “Beetlejuice,” he called, dragging the demon’s attention away from the argument. “Go get me my guitar.” The demon gave a sharp nod before popping away, reappearing a moment later with Dewey’s black guitar case in hand. Dewey bent down to Lydia, whispering in her ear and waiting for her response before giving her a sharp nod. Dewey shot one more look at Ros before moving over towards where Delia stood, glaring at an overthrown chair.

“Hey, D?” He asked, coming to a stop at her elbow. The woman turned to him with a stormy expression which intensified upon seeing him. “Woah, woah! It’s me, Dewey! Beej is over there,” Dewey said as he threw his hands up, one thumb jerking in the direction of the small group stood to the side. Delia followed his gaze, her eyes narrowing as she spotted the demon before refocusing on Dewey and giving a sigh.

“What is it, Dewey?”

“Well, just wanted to know when we were getting the party started again.”

“We can’t,” Delia shot back in a monotone, glaring harshly towards the table. “Everyone is still upset and now we don’t even have a wedding band.”

“Why? They leaving?” Dewey asked as he glanced over to where the band milled about.

“We have them until the end of the night, but they might as well now that they’ve lost their lead.”

“Well… we’ll see about that,” Dewey replied before moving past the woman and towards where the band stood. It only took a minute of coaxing to get the band to agree to play with him, despite the fact that Dewey wasn’t typical wedding singer material and probably didn’t know any songs that were really appropriate. Still, the band knew all the songs Dewey had listed as a set, and so Dewey would work with what he had. With that, he moved over to the mic laying on the ground and quickly picked it up, tapping on the top to make sure it was working. The static feedback seemed to get everyone’s attention, drawing it to the stage.

“Dewey, what are you doing?” Charles asked, sounding exhausted, one hand running through his hair as he stood with some friends and family.

“Uh, right, so um… listen everyone, I know that whole thing was a mess. Lawrence was honestly being a dick and all, but uh… this is Charles and Delia’s special night, yeah?” Dewey rambled, feeling a lot more nervous now that he actually had everyone’s attention. He was half tempted to back out, but a look at Ros had him taking a deep breath and saying fuck it. “So how about we all dance a bit, have some cake, and just focus on this lovely couple for another hour or so, yeah?”

Dewey received a few grumbles and several in the crowd started to mutter to each other. It seemed the consensus was in Dewey’s favor though, considering everyone stayed in place and no one seemed too eager to rush out.

“Alright, so, a little homicidal nut job told me Delia is a secret lover of the greats, so guys?” he asked as he turned to look at the band, a grin on his face. “How about we kick it off with a song that really fits the mood right now?” The band members shared smiles with him and Dewey counted them off, the opening notes to Ozzy’s Crazy Train beginning to float across the lawn of the large Victorian house sat on the top of the hill. For the rest of the evening, laughter and classic rock could be heard ringing out from the party, even while the stars shone brightly overhead.

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Doppelgängers Part Eight

So this is part eight of my AU crossover fic between Beetlejuice the Musical and School of Rock the Musical. I actually kind of like this chapter, so hopefully you guys enjoy this one.

Anyway, usual disclaimer that this is my first time writing for these characters, so it might be a little out of character. The idea for the story is based off this post:

https://colanom.tumblr.com/post/613740109133742080/au-where-charles-and-rosalie-are-cousins-and-ros

Title: Doppelgängers

Part: 8/9

Word Count: 1,513

In this part: Dewey is having pre-wedding jitters (despite it not even being his wedding!) and Beetlejuice comes to the rescue.

Part One

Part Seven

Part Nine

Chapter 8: Therapy Demon

The Next Day, Deetz Residence, Guest Room

“It’s too late to go back to New York, it’s too late to go back to New York, it’s too late to go back to New York,” Dewey chanted to himself as he studied his appearance in the floor length mirror in the guest room. He nervously fiddled with his tie, straightening it out as he smoothed down the front of his brand new suit, sans jacket. He had purchased it especially for this wedding in an effort to impress Ros’ family. He knew he wasn’t what her family would expect, or necessarily approve of, and to say he was nervous was an understatement. His skin prickled as he observed his mirror image, barely able to recognize himself. This wasn’t him at all.

“Why the long face, tubby?” His mirror image suddenly spoke in a gravelly voice, causing Dewey to flinch back, still unused to the strange happenings at the Deetz household. The mirror rippled before his eyes, his reflection morphing into Beetlejuice. Dewey was quick to move back as the demon stepped from the inside of the mirror, cracking his neck. Determined not to let the demon know he was bothering him, Dewey narrowed his eyes and went back to observing his appearance in the mirror.

“You’re one to talk, evil clone,” Dewey shot back at the demon before fiddling with his tie again. He couldn’t seem to get the thing to lie flat. Was it just him or did it look a little crooked? And was the tie tack sitting right?

“This is pathetic,” the demon muttered as he hovered in the air next to Dewey, observing his human doppelgänger’s jittery behavior. “What’s wrong?” Beetlejuice asked with an eye roll. Dewey flinched, glancing back to the demon in shock at what he felt was an entirely uncharacteristic question.

“Why do you care?” Dewey asked defensively, turning away from the mirror and moving towards the bed where his suit jacket sat.

“Evil twin, remember?” the demon asked as he lazily floated around Dewey, hovering over the bed now. “I don’t ‘do’ nervous, and since you’ve also got my face, your brand affects my brand.”

“So you want me to spill my guts?” Dewey muttered with an eyeroll as he took the suit jacket back to the mirror and pulled it on.

“Well, if you insist,” the demon shot back with a grin, a deadly looking stiletto appearing in his hands. “Just kidding. Lydia would stab me again,” he added as he threw the blade behind him, which disappeared into thin air before it even hit the floor. “Seriously though, tell ol’ BJ what’s wrong.” Dewey blinked, watching as an armchair appeared behind him in the mirror, along with a stereotypical psychiatrist’s couch. He turned to find the demon sitting in the armchair, one leg crossed over the other, wearing square glasses. He even had a clipboard, though it seemed to be floating in front of him with a pen scribbling across it on its own. Dewey couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head at the demon’s antics, turning back to face his reflection.

“I’m… worried about meeting Ros’ family,” Dewey admitted after a moment, wondering why he was even telling the demon this. “This’ll be the first time I meet her parents and… pretty much everyone. I’m not exactly ‘bring home to meet the rents’ material.” He swallowed around the knot that was forming in his throat, giving a slight cough before turning away, deciding his appearance was as put together as it would get. There was no use staring and worrying about his obvious flaws. Like the weight. And the hair.

“I’m so glad Lydia killed me if this is what I’d have to look forward to,” Beetlejuice commented with an eye roll, ignoring the concern and shock on Dewey’s face at his words. “Listen, you want my advice?”

“I don’t think I do,” Dewey immediately replied, looking a little scared at the prospect of the demon’s next words.

“Well, you’re getting it anyway,” the demon snarked back with a glare at his doppelgänger. “You and Rosalie are, blegh, sickeningly cute. It really makes me want to do this,” the demon said before leaning over and puking onto the rug in an Exorcist-worthy fashion. Dewey’s nose wrinkled and he fought back a gag as he quickly back tracked away from the mess the demon was making.

“Dude!”

“Sorry.” He didn’t sound it, but he still snapped his fingers to make the mess disappear, much to Dewey’s relief. “Anyway, if the rest of the family is anything like the ones I’ve seen, you’ll fit right in. They’re all messed up in some way.”

“Maybe,” Dewey conceded with a small frown. “But if Ros’ parents are anything like she used to be-”

“Stop worrying about it. You’re already miles better than I’ll ever be- in pretty much every department. And if they don’t like you, they can go fuck themselves.” Dewey frowned at the advice, about to give a snarky reply before he realized that this was probably Beetlejuice actually trying to be supportive. That thought had Dewey pausing before he decided to take it in stride.

“I guess you’re right,” he said after a moment, not sure what else he could really say.

“Of course I am. Millenia old demon, hello?” Beetlejuice asked, gesturing wildly to himself.

“What’re you doing here anyway?” Dewey asked, changing the subject as he went to put on his shoes. Ros, who had been helping Delia get ready, would likely be back here any moment so he could escort her downstairs to the garden. The wedding was to be held in the back garden, Dewey had discovered, so that the Maitlands would be able to attend as well. Dewey was only thankful that they had decided to keep it relatively small, mostly family and close friends.

“Oh! Right!” Beetlejuice said excitedly as he jumped up from the armchair, which disappeared along with the couch the moment he had stood. “I’ve got a brilliant idea!”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“No, it’s brilliant, I swear,” Beetlejuice argued before snapping his fingers. He disappeared into a fog of smoke before reappearing. This time, he looked exactly like Dewey, down to the same cufflinks and tie tacks. Dewey could only blink stupidly at the perfectly identical copy of himself that Beetlejuice had become. “Still up for raising a little Hell?”

“That is… weird,” was the only thing Dewey could say upon hearing a voice that was decidedly not his own coming from the lips of his mirror image. Dewey reached out and poked the demon, still a little shocked at what he was seeing.

“What? Don’t tell me I just broke your brain,” Beetlejuice complained as he moved back from Dewey’s poke, looking as if he wanted to bite the finger. “C’mon, it’d make the wedding a little more interesting-”

“Ros will kill me,” Dewey argued, though Beetlejuice could tell the other man was very tempted to give in.

“Dying’s not so bad.” This earned a startled laugh from Dewey, who shook his head, glancing back to the demon out of the corner of his eye.

“Alright… say I was considering this… What’s the plan?” The demon grinned wickedly, a look that seemed a little out of place on Dewey’s own face.

“Well, I do believe you have a new twin, Dewey Finn. And I do believe we could liven up this party a little bit if we… kept that fact a secret.” Dewey wanted to say no. He knew the responsible thing would be to say no and just head on down to the wedding with Ros, completely forgetting about whatever the demon was suggesting. Unfortunately- or fortunately for BJ-, as much as Dewey had matured since first stepping through Horace Green, he was still Dewey Finn. He had a rebellious streak deep inside that wanted to tell the system and social convention to go fuck itself. And so, instead of doing the sensible thing, he found himself nodding.

“Dewey?” He heard Ros’ voice call from the hallway, a gentle knock sounding on the door. “Are you decent?”

“Am I ever decent?” Dewey called out, earning a smirk from his demonic doppelgänger and a chuckle from his girlfriend on the other side of the door.

“I’m positively indecent,” Beetlejuice shouted in a perfect imitation of Dewey’s voice, earning another chuckle from Dewey’s girlfriend. “See you downstairs,” the demon whispered in his normal voice before disappearing from sight right as Ros walked into the room.

“Ready to head down, Dew?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I am,” Dewey decided as he turned to her, offering his arm. He, surprisingly, felt a lot better about the wedding now. He’d probably receive an earful tonight from Ros after whatever chaos the demon had planned unfolded, but at least he’d have fun doing it. Eh. She’ll forgive me. God knows she loves me for whatever reason, he thought to himself as he met Ros’ smile, escorting her down the hall to the stairs.

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savittski-writes · 4 years ago

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Doppelgängers Part Seven

So this is part seven of my AU crossover fic between Beetlejuice the Musical and School of Rock the Musical. Anyway, usual disclaimer that this is my first time writing for these characters, so it might be a little out of character. The idea for the story is based off this post:

https://colanom.tumblr.com/post/613740109133742080/au-where-charles-and-rosalie-are-cousins-and-ros

Title: Doppelgängers

Part: 7/9

Word Count: 1,117

In this part: Everything has been explained to Ros and Dewey. Ros must come to terms with what is going on while Dewey is just glad he’s not the biggest screw up in the room.

Part One

Part Six

Part Eight

Chapter Seven: Whaddya Say, Amigo?

Deetz Residence, Living Room

“Remind me again why I couldn’t at least tell my side of it?” Beetlejuice asked grumpily from where he sat on the couch, arms crossed over his chest like a petulant teenager. Charles, Delia, and the Maitlands all rolled their eyes, glaring towards where the demon rested. Rosalie and Dewey, who was now sat on the floor in front of her armchair, both looked rather pensive as they took in the story the group had just finished telling them.

“Probably because you get very distracted, Beej,” Lydia drawled from where she sat upside down on the couch next to Beetlejuice.

“That and you tend to retell your Katherine Hepburn story a lot,” Barbara spoke up, glancing sideways to Adam. Both shivered in disgust as they remembered all the awful times they had to hear him recount the story.

“Yeah, whatever,” the demon muttered as he waved a hand at the ghosts. “How’re you doing over there carbon copy? Still with us?” Dewey blinked, looking up at the demon’s words and gave a slight shrug.

“Well… I guess I’m a little relieved,” Dewey admitted at last, fighting back the smirk that was threatening to form on his face.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Beetlejuice asked at the same time Rosalie questioned, “Dewey?”

“Relieved that… someone actually fucked up more than I did,” Dewey said with a small chuckle before tilting his head back to look at Rosalie. “Hear that, Ros? Someone topped what I did!”

“That doesn’t make it any better, Dewey,” Rosalie chided in a disapproving tone, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend.

“Ah, you love me. Besides, I only lied. At least I didn’t torture, extort, or attempt murder,” Dewey pointed out helpfully with a smile. Rosalie’s eyes narrowed at the man, almost forgetting the other people in the room. In truth, she was thankful for the banter between herself and her boyfriend. It was a welcome reprieve from the situation that would allow her a few extra moments to come to terms with everything going on right now.

“You kidnapped children under false pretenses!”

“I did no such thing,” Dewey argued back immediately, turning fully to face her now. “I mean, one, I had already come clean by that point. So there were no false pretenses to speak of. And two, they kidnapped me, if anything. They hijacked the bus and came to my apartment. I was totally prepared to spend a night wallowing in self pity and drinking alone.”

“That… is pathetic,” the demon doppelgänger commented from across the room. Dewey turned back to him with a glare, though it seemed the gothy teenager was on his side just this once.

“Not any more pathetic than moping on a roof with purple hair and singing about how you’re invisible,” Lydia pointed out, drawing the demon’s ire. Beetlejuice couldn’t stay mad at Lydia for long though, and he couldn’t really argue the point. “Touché.”

“I’m not sure I even want to know what you’re talking about, Rosie,” Charles decided as he massaged his temples, looking about ready to pull his hair out.

“Is it hardwired into your DNA, and the DNA of pretty much anyone who looks like you to be… slightly unhinged?” Adam asked, mostly rhetorically from where he and Barbara stood by the stairs. He glanced between the two doppelgängers, shaking his head at their similar mannerisms, energy levels, and general chaoticness they exuded. The only thing Adam was thankful for was that Dewey obviously had a functioning moral compass and general understanding for boundaries.

“Definitely. You should see our actor. He’s just as chaotic as we are,” Beetlejuice added, nodding sagely.

“What?”

“What?” Beetlejuice asked innocently, glancing between Dewey and Lydia, who had both spoken. “Nothing, nothing! Forget I said anything at all!” The room’s occupants stared blankly at the demon, looking slightly concerned. Even those who were used to his antics were rather confused and uncertain of exactly what to say. Deciding that the weirdness had reached a level she was not prepared to deal with, Rosalie cut the tension.

“So… back to the most important topic. You moved into a haunted house and your daughter summoned a demon who went haywire, you brought to life and killed, and now plays house with you?” Rosalie summarized, looking to her cousin. Charles could only nod silently, not really sure of what else he could say to alleviate the tension or to assuage his cousin’s fears or worries.

“Yeah, and for some reason my dead dumbass looks exactly like your living dumbass,” Lydia added, gesturing between the demon and Rosalie’s boyfriend. Both men bristled slightly at her words and shot her almost identical annoyed looks. “Okay, that’s weird, and I’ve seen a lot of weird shit. Even your clones don’t look this exact, Beej.”

“That’s actually a very valid point. Why do you guys look so much alike?” Barbara asked as she stepped further into the room, glancing back and forth between the two men. “It’s uncanny. I mean, you would look identical if you just-”

“-Did this?” Beetlejuice questioned with a grin as he snapped his fingers and disappeared behind a wall of green smoke. Once the smoke had cleared, he looked remarkably cleaner with similar messy dark hair and beard. The only obvious difference between the two at that moment were their outfits and postures.

“Holy shit!”

“Language, Lydia!” Adam chided tiredly, glancing between the now identical demon and man.

“Whaddya say, amigo?” Beetlejuice asked as he reappeared sitting next to Dewey, elbowing him in the side. “Up for raising a little Hell?” Dewey for his part, looked slightly torn between being responsible and giving into his immature urges to have a little fun and take advantage of the situation.

“Well… I never was great at following the rules. And a little fun never hurt anyone,” Dewey conceded with a small smile, earning groans from most of everyone in the room apart from the demon and the goth. He was pleased to note that Rosalie’s groan sounded more fondly exasperated than genuinely put out.

“Tomorrow will be a disaster,” Charles groaned as he dropped his head into his hands, leaning forward in the other arm chair he sat in. Delia tried to soothe her future husband once more, rubbing his shoulders.

“Everything happens for a reason, Charles, so try not to stress. As my guru Otho always says, every success-”

“Starts with sucks and ends with yes,” the Deetz family chorused in varying degrees of enthusiasm, much to the confusion of Dewey and Rosalie. This was going to be a long day, and probably an even longer weekend.

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savittski-writes · 4 years ago

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Doppelgängers Part Six

So this is part six of my AU crossover fic between Beetlejuice the Musical and School of Rock the Musical. Sorry it’s late. This time is 100% my own laziness/discontent with the finished product. I’m not entirely happy with the ending, but as I’ve been struggling with it for too long, I’m just planning on editing and posting the rest over the next couple days as is. Hopefully you’ll like it better than I did. I still plan to have some one shots in this universe, and I even have a few written up.

Anyway, usual disclaimer that this is my first time writing for these characters, so it might be a little out of character. The idea for the story is based off this post:

https://colanom.tumblr.com/post/613740109133742080/au-where-charles-and-rosalie-are-cousins-and-ros

Title: Doppelgängers

Part: 6/9

Word Count: 1,244

In this part: Ros and Dewey react to Beetlejuice and Charles develops the beginnings of a stress headache.

Part One

Part Five

Part Seven

Chapter Six: Doppelgänger

Deetz Residence, Living Room

“What is happening?” Rosalie asked, sounding rather faint as she took in the scene before her in shock. Beetlejuice turned to her with a wide grin, giving her a look up and down before whistling appreciatively.

“Well, hello. How ya’ doin’ Babes?” He asked as he moved towards the woman, stopping just short of tripping over the suitcase in the middle of the floor. He looked down, noticing the lingerie sitting on top before turning a mischievous grin back to Rosalie. “What say you? Want to make nachos?” He asked suggestively, waggling his eyebrows at Rosalie. Rosalie, for all the changes and improvements she had made, was still very unused to direct, suggestive language. Dewey thought it adorable, especially the way she’d blush when he’d make innuendo. But when other guys tended to hit on her, he noticed she often became very withdrawn and uncomfortable. And Dewey didn’t like to see Ros uncomfortable. It was probably his least favorite thing, right next to uniforms and the stupid gold star charts at Horace Green.

“Hey! Leave ‘er alone, man,” he said firmly, moving to the side so that he placed himself solidly between Ros and Beetlejuice, eyes narrowed at him. Dewey wasn’t one for altercations, as he had made clear many times before in his life. And this guy, while he could pass for Dewey’s identical dead twin brother, was no exception. Dewey wasn’t delusional, and he knew that this ghost could probably hand his ass to him. The last thing he wanted to do was get into a fight with the thing. But still, he wasn’t going to let the guy make Ros uncomfortable, or worse, without at least going down swinging.

“Beej, leave them alone,” Lydia snapped irritably from where she stood on the stairs. She quickly walked the rest of the way down before striding over to the demon and grabbing his arm roughly. “This is Dad’s cousin, Rosalie, and this is-”

“Wait, this is Beej?” Dewey asked skeptically, looking at the other man for a second, tilting his head slightly. “That explains a lot, actually.”

“Explains what?” Rosalie asked, still looking entirely confused by the situation.

“Explains why Little Miss Sunshine here was manhandling me up to the attic.”

“Dewey,” Rosalie sighed in exasperation, allowing the banter with her boyfriend to calm her nerves somewhat. “She’s half your size. You probably weigh twice as much as her.” Dewey’s face and neck flushed at her words, and he quickly lowered his gaze, moving to scratch the back of his neck before realizing he was still holding the violin.

“Yeah? Well… figured I should be nice to your cousin’s kid,” he muttered as he busied himself with closing the violin case and carefully putting it to the side. “Besides, she’s got a grip like a vice.”

“Someone want to tell me what the hell happened here? I leave for less than an hour and y’all start the party without me,” Beetlejuice huffed grumpily as he went to flop on the couch. Dewey and Rosalie tracked the man’s movements while Charles gave a long, drawn sigh before turning his gaze to the ceiling.

“A normal family gathering. That’s all I asked for,” Charles muttered to himself while Delia attempted to stroke his arm to calm him.

“Would you like us to head back upstairs, Charles?” Barbara asked from where she and Adam stood on the stairs, drawing attention back to them. Dewey’s eyes lit up a bit in excitement upon seeing them, and he practically started bouncing in place.

“That’s them, Ros! Those’re the ghosts!” Rosalie followed Dewey’s gaze to the couple, blinking in confusion at the relatively normal looking people her boyfriend was accusing of being ghosts.

“Have you lost your mind?” She asked, trying to come to terms with everything that had happened in the last five minutes.

“Hate to break it to ya Babes, but if he’s lost his mind then so have you. You literally watched a demon appear in the middle of the room,” Beetlejuice commented from the couch as a lit cigarette appeared in his hand from out of thin air.

“Beetlejuice! What have we said about smoking in the house!” Barbara berated him with a sharp glare.

“How’s that fair? Delia gets to fucking vape in the house!” Beetlejuice argued back, gesturing to the redhead who was still trying to calm Charles by massaging his shoulders. “Besides, I think I could use a little pick me up right now! My Miss Argentina is literally standing right there!” He gestured towards Dewey, who looked slightly bewildered at being the center of attention again. “Or, well, I guess my Delia. I suppose I’m the Miss Argentina in this scenario.”

“What is he talking about?” Delia asked, glancing around the room to see if anyone was willing to translate for the demon this time. “Does anyone know?” Lydia and Charles glanced at each and shared an amused grin.

“He just means that it’s weird looking at a doppelgänger, Delia,” Lydia explained with an amused smile. “You should be used to it, Beej, considering you can summon clones.”

“Yeah, but the clones are literally a part of me,” Beetlejuice practically whined before a mischievous look came over his face and he glanced back to Dewey. “You could be a part of me too if you want. I am totally okay with fucking myself if you know what I mean.” Dewey’s face flushed slightly at this as he took a nervous step back, wrapping an arm around Ros as if that would ward off the demon.

“Nope, nah, no thanks. I am more than good right here-”

“Your loss,” Beetlejuice replied with a shrug of his shoulders before his grin darkened again. “But a damn shame. I am sexy, if I do say so myself-”

“No, no, no! Nu-uh. Don’t want to hear it, Beej!” Lydia interrupted, crossing her arms in a ‘x’ in front of her chest. “Leave cousin Rosalie’s boyfriend- uh-”

“Dewey,” was supplied helpfully by the man in question.

“-Dewey alone,” Lydia finished, sending a sharp glare back at the demon. Beetlejuice merely rolled his eyes, looking as if he had several things he wanted to say, though he refrained from saying them at Lydia’s request. The room fell into silence as everyone considered what was happening and where they should start with explanations.

“Can someone explain what is happening?” Rosalie asked again after a few minutes of silence, looking around the room for someone to start giving some sort of an explanation. Beetlejuice seemed to brighten at this, a mischievous look coming over his face as he sprang to his feet.

“Hi! I’ll be your-”

“Beetlejuice!” Several voices called out sharply, causing the demon to jerk back unhappily and flop back onto the couch. He gave a loud groan, before he made his cigarette reappear, going back to sulking. Rosalie’s wide-eyed expression switched from the grumpy demon to her cousin, who seemed so tense that he was wound tighter than a bowstring.

“Charles?”

“Er, uh… well, you see… Ah… it started when we moved here,” Charles settled on after much stammering. “And it’s… it’s a long story. Perhaps you’d like to sit down?” He offered the pair, gesturing to the armchairs. Rosalie was quick to take a seat, glaring at her cousin. Dewey, for his part, remained dutifully standing next to Ros’ chair. “Right, so, it started when we moved here…”

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savittski-writes · 4 years ago

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Doppelgängers Part Five

So this is part five of my AU crossover fic between Beetlejuice the Musical and School of Rock the Musical. Sorry it’s so late, but I unfortunately contracted COVID and then finals and the holidays got in the way. Hopefully I’ll have the rest out soon. Anyway, usual disclaimer that this is my first time writing for these characters, so it might be a little out of character. The idea for the story is based off this post:

https://colanom.tumblr.com/post/613740109133742080/au-where-charles-and-rosalie-are-cousins-and-ros

Title: Doppelgängers

Part: 5/9

Word Count: 1,386

In this part: Ros has an altercation with her cousin and learns about the ghosts in the attic. The doppelgängers have a brief encounter.

Part One

Part Four

Part Six

Chapter Five: Haunted House

Deetz Residence, Kitchen

“What was that, Charles?” Rosalie hissed at her cousin once she had heard the front door swing shut, signaling that Dewey had walked out of the house.

“Who was that?” Charles asked in reply, completely ignoring Rosalie’s initial question. Both he and Delia were clearly on the same page and both were wondering two things: how did his cousin know Beetlejuice, and what exactly was going on with them?

“I already told you,” Rosalie replied stiffly, holding back the urge to shout at her cousin. The last thing she wanted was for Dewey to walk back into the house and overhear a shouting match about him. She knew he had been nervous about this trip, though he had been hiding it well with his usual antics and humor. This was their first trip together and it was to see her family for a wedding! Of course Dewey was nervous, especially since she knew he felt insecure at times about not always being put together, or not being ‘enough’ for her. “Dewey is my boyfriend.”

Charles and Delia both shot each other a look at these words, seeming to consider them. They both knew that Dewey was really Beetlejuice, though they wondered why the demon was keeping up the charade. How long had this been going on for?

“How long have you been dating?” Delia asked nervously, speaking the question that had been on both hers and Charles’ minds.

“Eight months now,” Rosalie replied grumpily, shooting the redhead a softer look before turning back to glare at her cousin. Both Charles and Delia looked to each other again, and they could tell they were thinking along the same lines. Eight months ago had been the month-long period that Beetlejuice had disappeared for, right after the incident. Presumably, or at least according to him, he had been in the Netherworld looking for his father and helping Miss Argentina institute some new changes and policies. Had he really been in New York playing house with Charles’ cousin? And was that where he would disappear to during the day or evening sometimes?

“What does he do?” Charles asked, realizing with a grimace that this likely sounded like he was being his usual socially awkward version of overprotective. A loud crash came from the living room at that moment, causing Rosalie to wince.

“Everything’s fine! I’ll get it!” They could hear Dewey shout from the living room, and Rosalie could only roll her eyes in response, a fond smile playing at her lips.

“He’s our new music coach at Horace Green,” Rosalie replied in a gentler tone. Dewey’s antics and general clumsiness tended to have a calming effect on her these days. Not that she would ever tell him that. She had to keep him on his toes somehow.

“Music coach?” Charles asked doubtfully, glancing towards Delia again. That didn’t sound anything like Beetlejuice. He didn’t think Beetlejuice played any instruments, never mind having the patience to teach young children how to play.

“Yes, music coach,” Rosalie reiterated, just barely resisting rolling her eyes at her cousin. “I spoke to you about this when we first got together Charles. He’s the new music coach in charge of the after school rock band program. He also helps teach music studies and-”

“He teaches children to play instruments?” Delia asked in a blank tone.

“Yes.”

“And he’s… nice, about it?”

“Of course,” Rosalie replied, looking between them in confusion. “What sort of man do you think-”

“Sucks-yes! I told you life coaching would work on him! Nailing it!” Delia cried as she turned to Charles with a broad grin. Rosalie took a step back, glancing between the two in uncertainty.

“Pardon my language, Charles, but what the hell are you two talking about? Dewey is a good man, if not a little unorganized, and he doesn’t deserve this sort of behavior from you. I expected better of you, Charles,” she admonished the man, who took a step back, sheepishly scratching his head.

“Well, you see Rosie, that’s the thing-”

“Dewey isn’t who he says he is,” Delia interrupted, deciding to put her husband-to-be out of his misery and stop his floundering. “He’s not exactly… human.”

“What is that supposed to mean? I think I would know who my boyfriend is, and Dewey is a wonderful man,” Rosalie argued back, eyes narrowing on the red head this time.

“Well-”

“ROS!” They heard a shout from somewhere above them, causing the three to stop arguing immediately.

“Dewey?” Rosalie called back, quickly moving through the door and into the living room. She could hear Dewey’s footsteps pounding down the upstairs hall while he called her name again.

“Ros, Ros, Ros!” He cried out, sounding more excited than frantic as he ran down the split-level stairs. He smacked harshly against the rail before quickly turning and jumping the last few steps, landing in the center of the room. Unfortunately, he had forgotten about the suitcase in the middle of the floor and tripped over it, knocking into Ros’ violin case. He just barely managed to catch himself, changing the tripping motion into him sliding the last few inches across the rug on his knees, coming to a stop right before Rosalie, violin case clutched in his arms.

“Dewey, what-”

“Ros!” He shouted again as he bounced to his feet, wincing slightly. “Ugh, good thing I wore these pants, otherwise that would’ve been a nasty rug burn,” he muttered to himself before shaking his head and turning back to his girl friend. “Oh my god, Ros, you won’t believe what I just saw! There are ghosts in the attic! Actual ghosts-”

“Ghosts in the attic?” Rosalie questioned, worrying for her boyfriend’s mental health. Had he hit his head earlier? Was that what the loud noise had been about? What was going on?

“Yeah, in the attic! It was so cool, they literally walked through a door just like-,”

“BEETLEJUICE!” Lydia shouted at the top of her lungs as she appeared on the stairs, glaring at Dewey. Dewey turned back to look at her with a glare, wondering what was wrong with the goth teenager at that point. He went to say something when a loud clap of thunder rolled overhead, the lights flickering. A puff of green smoke appeared in the center of the room, only a foot away from Ros’ open suitcase.

“You rang?” A voice echoed as the smoke slowly cleared to reveal a pale figure with sunken eyes, complete with moss and mold seeming to grow out of his skin. He wore a rather dirty and dingy white and black striped suit. He had electric green hair that stuck up all over, though it seemed to fade to brown at the roots like a bad dye job. Dewey felt his jaw slowly hanging open for the second time that day as he took a good look up and down before stopping at the other man’s face. While dirty, and perhaps a little worse for wear, there was no denying that he looked exactly like Dewey. Well, exactly like Dewey would if he were a dead guy.

“Who the hell is Charlie Daniels?” the other man asked, looking Dewey up and down. Dewey glanced down to find the violin case had swung open, the violin thankfully still securely in the case.

“One, I don’t play fiddle,” Dewey found himself responding without even thinking. “Two, it's not even my violin. And three, you’re one to talk Night of the Living Dead extra.” He heard Ros give a quiet gasp before he felt her clinging to his arm, trying to pull him back away from the strange magically appearing man that Dewey was now sassing. Yeah, probably not the best idea, Dewey conceded. But then again, Dewey was never one to carefully think things through. Or to think too hard in general. He preferred just going with the flow.

“Oh, fuck,” Lydia said from where she stood on the stairs, glancing between the two nearly identical beings, apart from the obvious hygiene and hair differences.

“I’m not even going to call you on it this time,” Adam said as he and Barbara came to a stop right behind Lydia, observing the scene before them. “Just this once, I think it’s warranted.”

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I love your Döppelgangers story, the concept (and execution) is so hilarious and your writing is *chef's kiss*. I really hope you're continuing it in the future. So far these four chapters have been amazing! <3

Great question, and something I’ve been meaning to address! So, I will be continuing the story, and I hope to have another chapter up within the next week or so. I had to take a bit of a hiatus for a number of reasons, but I should hopefully have time to get out the rest of it before the new semester starts up!

Anyway, thank you for the lovely comments, and I hope you continue enjoying the story! Thanks!

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Doppelgängers Part Four

So this is part four of my AU crossover fic between Beetlejuice the Musical and School of Rock the Musical. This is my first time writing for these characters, so hopefully you enjoy. The idea is based off this post:

https://colanom.tumblr.com/post/613740109133742080/au-where-charles-and-rosalie-are-cousins-and-ros

Title: Doppelgängers

Part: 4/9

Word Count: 1,401

In this part: Dewey and Rosalie have finally arrived at the Deetz-Maitland household. Lydia meets Dewey.

Part One

Part Three

Part Five

Chapter Four: Get in the Attic!

Deetz Residence, Front Porch

Dewey cursed softly under his breath as he turned the handle on the front door with the tips of his fingers. He managed to turn it just enough for it to swing open. He awkwardly shoved his knee in the doorway before using his body weight to shove it open the rest of the way. He gave another quiet curse, regretting his life choices immediately. Rosalie would have his hide right now if she could see him, or at the least, scold him for trying to take everything inside in one shot. Dewey paused in the doorway, adjusting his guitar case on his shoulder, as well as the violin case under his arm. The garment bags were draped over his other arm and their overnight bags, which had been balanced precariously in one arm, teetered dangerously as he took a step further into the living room.

“Crap, crap, crap, no-,” Dewey whispered frantically as he lost his balance momentarily, tripping up on the edge of the rug. He barely managed to keep a grip on the violin case and garment bags as he caught his balance. His and Ros’ bags, however, were not so fortunate. His duffel bag landed on the ground with a dull, barely audible thud. Rosalie’s bag, which was more of a suitcase complete with actual clasps, loudly crashed onto the floor. Dewey winced as the clasps popped open and her clothes fell out onto the floor. “Fuck- Everything’s fine! I’ll get it!” Dewey called out, practically able to hear Rosalie cringing in the kitchen at his clumsiness. Dewey quickly put down everything else he was holding and bent down. He started moving her stuff back into the case, though he felt the back of his neck and the tips of his ears go a little red upon seeing her panties sitting out on the carpet.

“Beej, what the hell?” A voice from behind startled him, causing Dewey to jump to his feet, panties in hand. He turned to find a rather short teenaged girl glaring at him, arms crossed over her chest. It was clear that she was the goth daughter Dewey had been informed of, judging from her head-to-toe black outfit complete with combat boots, dark eyeliner, nail polish, and safety pins tacked onto her dress.

“Uh, hi,” Dewey said nervously, quickly moving his arms behind his back to hide Ros’ panties from the girl’s view. He doubted she would appreciate that very much if the girl got an eye-full of Ros’ admittedly much more… playful bedroom attire.

“What the hell are you doing Beej?” She asked angrily as she stormed over to him, taking him by surprise. Dewey glanced over his shoulder, briefly wondering if she had been talking to someone else. He was proved otherwise in a moment when she had grabbed his arm, pulling his hand out from behind his back roughly, and revealing the lingerie in his hands. “Seriously Beej, Dad’s gonna kill you. Leave cousin Rosalie’s shit alone!”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Dewey asked nervously, wincing as the teenager pulled the lingerie out of his hands and dumped it back in the suitcase.

“Quit it, Beej, and stop pretending. Now get up in the attic,” she hissed as she started pushing Dewey towards the staircase. Dewey, for his part, let the teenager push and tug him along. He wasn’t honestly sure what the hell was going on anymore, but he was more worried about making a good impression than he was about the pint sized goth teen that was forcing him up towards the attic. Maybe this was all a prank and Rosalie was in on it?

“Uh, my name’s not Beej, it’s Dewey-,” Dewey tried again but was interrupted by a sharp tug from the girl, dragging him onto the second floor landing. They continued down the hall towards a set of stairs leading up, presumably up to the attic.

“Shut up, dumbass,” Lydia shot back with a roll of her eyes. Dewey felt himself getting a little frustrated at this point, eyes narrowing slightly. While he had actually come to really enjoy hanging with kids and teaching them music over the last few months, he certainly did not appreciate this teen’s attitude.

“Listen, Little Miss Sunshine,” Dewey drawled sarcastically, internally wincing for just a moment. He had used his nickname for Summer without thinking, and a part of him regretted it as he gave all his kids unique nicknames. Still, he couldn’t argue with the fact that the ironic nickname suited the goth teen. Especially not when the teen shot him another glare as they mounted the stairs to the attic.

“Dude, did you actually shower?” Lydia asked as she leant over and took a sniff, glaring suspiciously at him. Dewey wasn’t sure if he should be concerned the girl was asking a question like that or offended.

“Of course I did! What sort of a-”

“Just get in the attic,” she hissed and shoved him, harder than Dewey had honestly been expecting. In his surprise, Dewey tripped forward, smacking face first into the door and falling sideways into the wall. He gave a low groan as he straightened himself out, turning back to look at the rude teen that stood behind him, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. “What? Forget you could walk through walls?”

“What the actual fu-,” Dewey started but was cut off by a sharp, “Language!” from behind him. Dewey, who hadn’t heard the door open, spun around in surprise, only for his jaw to drop open in shock.

There was a man standing literally halfway in the door. Like, his head was on the side that Dewey could see, and the rest of his body stretched back into the door, and then probably into the attic. A woman appeared a moment later, walking through the door, much as the man had, only she stepped fully onto the top step while the man remained halfway through the door.

“What the fu-,” Dewey started again, but he was cut off once more.

“BJ?” the woman asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as they looked at him. The man turned to look at Lydia, who had now pushed her way onto the step at Dewey’s side, her head barely coming up to his shoulder in height.

“What happened?” the man asked, glancing between the two with a sharp glare.

“This dumbass forgot about his ‘ghostly powers’ when I pushed him,” Lydia teased as she elbowed Dewey in the side. Dewey blinked in confusion, glancing down to the teen next to him before back up at the couple standing at the top of the stairs. Ghosts? Was that what they were?

“Lydia, what’ve we said about not pushing people? Even if it’s BJ,” the man scolded her as he opened the door and stepped back, allowing them space to enter the attic. Lydia elbowed him in the side, prompting Dewey to walk into the attic, temporarily ignoring his shock at the situation. Was he high right now? No, he had given that up when he started dating Ros months ago. Still, he almost wished he was still smoking or something. Then he might’ve had something to blame the weird shit he was seeing on.

“What happened, Lydia?” the woman asked, glancing between the suspiciously quiet man and the glaring teenager.

“I found this dumbass going through Rosalie’s suitcase and trying to steal her underwear.”

“BJ!” the woman scolded, looking at Dewey accusingly. Dewey blinked at this, seeming to come back to himself at the mention of Rosalie.

“That’s not my name,” he immediately replied, reflexively as his brain processed what he was seeing. He was standing before two live- okay, well, maybe not so much live- but two actual ghosts! And he could actually see them! Did that mean there were more that he could see? Were those the strange things he saw on rare occasions that he and everyone else around him chalked up to typical Dewey melodrama? He had to tell Ros right away! She had always been so quick to tell him ghosts weren’t real and shit like that, but here he had actual proof!

“Ros!” He shouted as he spun around and charged down the attic stairs. “Ros! Ros! Ros!”

“That’s not good,” Lydia muttered, staring blankly after him before giving chase.

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Doppelgängers Part Three

So this is part three of my AU crossover fic between Beetlejuice the Musical and School of Rock the Musical. This is my first time writing for these characters, so hopefully you enjoy. The idea is based off this post:

https://colanom.tumblr.com/post/613740109133742080/au-where-charles-and-rosalie-are-cousins-and-ros

Title: Doppelgängers

Part: 3/9

Word Count: 1,194

In this part: Dewey and Rosalie have finally arrived at the Deetz-Maitland household. Charles is very suspicious of Dewey.

Part One

Part Two

Part Four

Chapter Three: Expectations vs. Reality

Deetz Residence, Living Room

To say that Rosalie and Charles were surprised was likely the understatement of the century.

When Charles had opened the door, expecting to see his prim and strict no-nonsense looking cousin, he had been quite shocked to be met with a very different sight. The first thing he had taken notice of was the leather jacket, worn over a blouse that had the first button undone. He blankly glanced at the rest of her outfit, noting that her sharp pencil skirt and heels had been traded in for a black pair of jeans and heeled boots. Her tight bun, which Charles had always secretly thought to be the cause for her frequent migraines, was gone, allowing her reddish hair to unfurl down her back in gentle waves. She had even traded in her glasses for contacts! Charles felt his mouth drop open slightly, and his brain was practically malfunctioning as it stuttered over one single thought: What happened?

The pair stood in silence, and Rosalie was becoming increasingly more anxious as the silence stretched out. She was half regretting her chosen outfit by the time it had hit the minute mark of Charles not saying anything. She idly wondered if she should say anything, before deciding that she had already waited far too long for him to say anything. Speaking now would only highlight the awkward silence, she felt.

“Charles,” Delia muttered, elbowing her fiancé. Charles blinked, looking almost dazed, and Rosalie was thankful that the redhead had intervened before it had stretched on past the two minute mark.

“Oh, right. Rosie! Come on in! I am so sorry-”

“Rosie? Baaaaaaaabe,” Dewey drawled teasingly, leaning against the door jam and looking over Rosalie’s shoulder. “You told me no one called you that except your mother! I’m heartbroken.” Charles and Delia’s eyes widened comically, and they glanced to each other in alarm before looking back towards Dewey. Rosalie, for her part, hadn’t yet turned to acknowledge her boyfriend, and so she hadn’t missed the almost frightened expression on their faces upon seeing her boyfriend. She had remembered to tell Charles about him, hadn’t she? Yes, she was certain she had mentioned she was seeing someone, and she had definitely mentioned bringing him as a plus one when she had RSVP’d to the wedding last month.

“What are you doing here?” Charles hissed, jerking his head to the side slightly in what he had likely thought was an inconspicuous manner.

“Rosalie! Come see the house!” Delia cried excitedly before grabbing Rosalie’s hand and practically dragging her into the house. Rosalie stumbled slightly, a little surprised at the other woman’s strength, before glancing backwards towards her boyfriend and cousin. Charles, at this point, had grabbed Dewey’s arm and had pulled the man inside, still looking bewildered.

“What are you doing? Leave her alone!” Charles hissed, causing Dewey to look around nervously. The man’s grip was pretty strong, though Dewey felt he’d likely be able to handle himself if worse came to worst. Charles was definitely taller than him, though thin, and Dewey felt he had a pretty solid chance when it came to blows. While Dewey could absolutely stand to lose a few pounds, he was at least relatively quick from his usual on stage antics. And while a lot of him was out of shape, he could safely say he was quite proud of his arms. You didn’t slack off and play music or rock the house all day without at least working out the old arms.

“Uh… dating her?” Dewey asked, shooting Rosalie an uncertain look as he pulled his arm from Charles’ grip and took a nervous step back. While Dewey thought he had a fighting chance, he wasn’t eager to get into an altercation with Ros’ cousin.

“Beetle- you said you’d be on your best behavior!” Charles sputtered, looking entirely frustrated. Dewey raised his hands, a nervous smile on his face.

“Oh, okay, is this a nickname? Cool. Nicknames are awesome, Chuck,” Dewey tried to joke, giving the other man a nickname of his own. Charles' eyes narrowed further, and Dewey was worried that the man might actually try to hit him in a moment.

“Charles, what the hell is wrong with you?” Rosalie finally snapped, dragging herself away from Delia and moving between her cousin and Dewey. She was entirely shocked, and more than slightly appalled, at the way her cousin was acting towards her boyfriend. Charles blinked a little in confusion when Rosalie put her hand on the other man’s shoulder, a little surprised she could see him.

“Uh, well, you see, he is-”

“My boyfriend,” Rosalie interrupted sternly, leveling a glare at Charles. “Charles, meet my boyfriend, Dewey Finn.” Charles and Delia, who was now standing beside Charles, blinked in confusion and glanced towards each other. They were both thinking the same thing: What the hell?

“Hi,” Dewey said brightly, if a little nervously with a sweeping gesture of his hand. “Nice to meet you, Chuck- I mean, Charles,” Dewey stuttered nervously, glancing at the other man as he held out his hand. Charles didn’t take it, so Dewey let it swing back to his side awkwardly. “Right… uh, nice to meet you too Delilah-”

“Delia,” she corrected sharply with a glare, causing Dewey to wince.

“Fuck, I mean shit, I mean, crap,” Dewey stammered awkwardly, wincing. “Delia! Sorry! I’m, uh, really terrible with names. My bad. Won’t, uh, happen again,” Dewey rambled, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck and adjust the cuffs on his favorite hoodie. It had been a joint gift from the kids after the Battle of the Bands; they had the band logo printed onto the back of the black hoodie with ‘Stick it to the Man’ running across the chest. It had quickly become his favorite hoodie, and he wore it everywhere, but especially during situations he was nervous going into. This had definitely been a situation he was nervous about, and it seemed he was already messing it up. Though, to be fair, her cousin had sort of started it by harassing him as soon as he had walked in the door.

“Charles, can I speak with you in the kitchen?” Rosalie said firmly, glaring across at her cousin. Charles glanced sideways towards Dewey before nodding, moving into the kitchen with Delia. “Dewey, can you get our stuff out of the car?”

“No problem, Ros,” Dewey replied perhaps a little too quickly, eager to have something to do to set his mind at ease. Rosalie noticed this and took pity on him a little bit, quickly pecking a kiss to his cheek before turning to stalk after her cousin into the kitchen. Dewey winced at seeing this, realizing that she was really pissed off at her cousin. “I kinda pity him right now,” he muttered before turning and heading back out to the car to get their stuff. It’d only be a couple of days that they’d be here. Dewey was sure he could suck it up and get through it for Rosalie’s sake. Even if it did seem like her cousin was pissed at him for no reason at all.

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Doppelgängers Part Two

So this is part two of my AU crossover fic between Beetlejuice the Musical and School of Rock the Musical. This is my first time writing for these characters, so hopefully you enjoy. The idea is based off this post:

https://colanom.tumblr.com/post/613740109133742080/au-where-charles-and-rosalie-are-cousins-and-ros

Title: Doppelgängers

Part: 2/9

Word Count: 1,441

Part One

Part Three

Part Two: Nerves of Steel

Rosalie Mullins’s Car

“Ros, what’re you worried about?” Dewey drawled from where he sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with the radio in an attempt to find a new rock station. They had been fighting to keep a really good one since they crossed into Connecticut, and they had finally lost the signal.

“Who says I’m worried?” Rosalie fired back immediately, eyes darting to the rear view mirror briefly before looking back out the windshield.

“Ros, no offense, but you only ever sit that stiffly when you’re nervous about something,” Dewey replied, giving her a sideways look before turning back to the radio. “I should know. You were almost always that stiff when we first met.”

“Yes, well, I was very concerned about your teaching methods,” Rosalie defended herself. “And for good reason too,” she added in a mutter, earning a loud laugh from her passenger.

“Yeah, well, that was a bit of a mess, huh?” he laughed while running a hand through his already messy hair, causing it to become even more flyaway. “All worked out in the end though.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you realize exactly how much chaos you caused,” Rosalie sighed, shaking her head slightly in disbelief at her boyfriend. How did I end up here? she idly wondered, mouth pulling into a smile at the thought of herself from a year ago seeing them now.

“Eh, rock has historically been about rebellion and going against the system,” Dewey replied distractedly, eyes narrowing at the radio upon hearing a few scratchy notes of something. “Ha! Score!” Dewey shouted excitedly upon finding the correct frequency and the tones of Zeppelin’s Immigrant Song filled the car. “Hell yeah! Let’s get the Led out!” Dewey yelled as he turned to Rosalie with a wide, shit-eating grin on his face.

“That was terrible, Dewey,” she chuckled, shaking her head at her boyfriend’s ridiculous pun, shoulders relaxing slightly.

“But you love it,” he shot back with a smug grin. “But seriously, Ros. What’re you worried about?” Rosalie gave a sigh in response, tensing once more.

“It’s Charles… a lot has happened since we last saw each other, and-”

“Ah. You’re worried I’ll embarrass you.” Dewey’s face fell, his eyes taking on a slightly glazed look as he sat back in his seat heavily. Rosalie felt her heart clench slightly at the subdued expression that looked entirely out of place on his face. Dewey was an incredibly good-natured man, if not more than slightly chaotic, and who was always full of energy and excitement. Seeing him looking… almost depressed always left her feeling unsettled. It was almost as if the world had tipped on its axis.

“Not at all Dewey,” Rosalie quickly tried to assuage him. “Well… maybe a little… or a lot,” she teased, shooting him a wink in hopes that it would lift his spirits. Sure enough, his lips pulled back into a smile and he was refocusing on the conversation at hand, no longer stuck in his head.

“Yeah, well, I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“That’s what worries me,” Rosalie teased, shooting him a smile before looking ahead again. “In all seriousness, I’m not worried about that. Delia and Lydia are strange on their own. I’m… a little concerned Charles might not recognize me.”

“What? Did you change your hair dye between now and the last time he saw you?” Dewey asked skeptically, one eyebrow raised.

“No,” she chuckled before looking back down at her outfit. “I mean, I’ve changed,” she said as she gestured down to the leather jacket she wore over her blouse. Dewey followed her gaze before chuckling and shaking his head.

“Ros, Babe, you look gorgeous, like always,” Dewey said seriously, a slight smile on his face as he looked her up and down. “If anything, it sounds like you’re more yourself than you’ve been since starting at Horace Green. Just think of it as getting in touch with your roots,” he teased as he poked her scalp where he could just barely make out the slight discoloration that gave away her dyed hair. Rosalie could only laugh, shoving Dewey’s shoulder and pushing him back towards his side of the car.

“You, Mr. Finn, are quite the charmer.”

“Only for you, Ms. Mullins. Only for you,” he said with a wide grin as he comfortably sat back in his seat. A sideways glance at Ros revealed her shoulders had lost much of their tension. Job well done, he thought, grinning as he turned his attention back to fiddling with the radio, which had gone to commercial.

Deetz Residence, Living Room

“Charles, honey, you’re going to wear a hole in the rug! We just had it replaced a few months ago!” Delia complained from her arm chair in the living room. She had been sitting there for the last twenty minutes, watching her fiancé pace back and forth nervously in front of the couch, glancing every so often to the clock. Charles didn’t seem to hear her though as he made it to the mantle before turning back around and pacing towards the dining room once more. “Well, at least we wouldn’t have to burn this one and hide the evidence,” Delia muttered to herself with a slight eye roll, turning back to the book in her lap.

“What’s up with Chuck?” Beetlejuice asked as appeared rather suddenly on the couch in a slight puff of smoke. Delia jumped at his appearance, giving a sigh and shutting her book, while Charles seemed to continue pacing as if he hadn’t even noticed the demon. “Seriously? Not even a flinch, Chuck? How long has he been like this for?” the demon asked, turning to Delia when he continued to be ignored by the hyper focused man.

“At least twenty minutes,” Delia replied with a sigh, her eyes following Charles from side to side of the room. “I don’t know for how long before that though.”

“What crawled up his ass?” Beetlejuice asked, turning back to Charles. “Hey! CHUCK!” The demon shouted at the top of his lungs, a clap of thunder booming overhead. The combined shout and thunder clap did the trick as Charles flinched, pace faltering as he turned to stare at the striped demon sitting on the couch. “‘Bout fucking time. Who pissed in your Wheaties?”

“Must you be so crude all the time?” Charles asked in exasperation as he sat heavily on the other available armchair.

“Then what’re you worried about, Chuck?”

“It’s Rosalie,” Charles said after a moment, frowning down at the carpet.

“What about Rosalie?” Delia asked at the same time Beetlejuice muttered, “The cousin?”

“I’m just… nervous that…” he trailed off with a shrug.

“Ah, that prep school cousin with a stick up her ass won’t be pleased with all the crap going on around here?” Beetlejuice surmised with a mischievous smile on his face.

“I wouldn’t have put it like that, but yes,” Charles said after a moment. Delia gave a quiet sigh before moving to sit on the arm of his seat, hand on his shoulder. “Rosalie is very… organized and proper. I fear she might not approve of our… new family situations.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve got nothing to worry about, Chuck,” Beetlejuice said with an eye roll. “You’ve got nothing to worry about from the Maitlands. If anyone does end up seeing them, they’d be thrilled by those boring attic dwellers. And I already said I’d be on my best behavior!”

“That’s exactly what we’re worried about,” Charles and Delia chorused in unison, eyes narrowing on the demon.

“Can’t argue with that,” Beetlejuice said with a grin before disappearing into a puff of green smoke, his laughter echoing in the room. Charles could only sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“This is going to go rather poorly, won’t it?”

“Probably, but remember: success starts with sucks but ends with yes!” Delia tried to cheer him up, a wide smile in place.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Charles muttered, dropping his head into his hands. The doorbell rang at that exact moment, causing his head to shoot up and swivel to look at Delia, eyes wide. “That’s her! Quick! Get Lydia!” Charles hissed as he practically leapt from his seat, quickly smoothing down his clothes. Delia swept up the stairs and out of sight, while Charles took a deep breath to calm himself. Well, here goes nothing, he thought to himself as he made his way to the door. He forced a smile onto his face as he pulled the door wide, trying to ignore the sweat that was forming on the back of his neck.

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