Nasty Bug Man (Beetlejuice X Reader)

A Concert In The Shower

(A/N:  Hi, y’all!  I’M NOT DEAD! Yet.  I am SO sorry this chapter is out so late, a bitch has been BUSY lately.  School is kicking my ass. And the musical I’m in right now is currently going through tech week, which is another kind of hell altogether.  But, thank you for your patients and I hope you enjoy! More chapters to come very soon! Happy reading!- Bleh.)

A few hours after your late night snack and chat with Nasty Bug Man, you had woken up for the second time.  A pleasant scent wafted into your nostrils as you sat up. It smelled like actual paradise. It was also a familiar scent.  Something you hadn’t smelled in years. You shuffled sleepily down stairs to the kitchen where you saw the Maitlands.  

    “Morning,” you greeted in mid yawn.  

    Barbara was the first one to acknowledge you.  

    “Good morning, (Y/n)!”

    “Perfect timing,” Adam said over his shoulder.  He was pulling something out of the oven. “We were just making breakfast!”

    “Wait, can ghosts even eat?” You asked.  “Do you still have a digestive system or does it just fall to the floor like that one scene in that Casper movie??”

    “Well,” Adam began to explain, “Technically we are still able to eat and drink.  We just don’t need to.  But, this breakfast isn’t for us.”

    “Since we’re back together like old times,”  Barbara cut in, guiding you to the kitchen table.  She invited you to sit down, which you did. “We wanted to make you a classic Maitlands breakfast special!”

    You gasped, hoping it was what you think it was.

    “Oh, my God, you didn’t!”

    “We did!”  Cheered Barbara.

    Adam brought over a plate with one of your favorite breakfast meals you had ever had EVER!

    “oH, MY GOD, YOU MADE BREAKFAST CUPS!!!”

    On the plate were three small, quiche-like cups.  The cups themselves were made of waffle batter, cooked into a makeshift cup in a cupcake pan.  Inside the cup was an egg, over medium, with two layers of bacon, separating the egg and the waffle.  A light drizzle of maple syrup ran over the tops of each breakfast cup, allowing for the PERFECT sweet and savory combo.  A MEAL OF THE GODS.

You looked up at the ghost couple with wide eyes, your mouth agape.  They smiled and quietly laughed at your reaction.  

“It’s been a while since I made these, so I’m a little rusty.  But, I think they turned out pretty well.” Adam expressed with pride on his face.

You gave them a grateful grin.  “Aw! Thank you guys so much! You didn’t have to do this.”

“We know,” Adam sighed.  He and Barbara shared a sentimental glance before Adam turned back to you.  “But we wanted to do something for you. We missed you, kiddo.”

You gave a half smile back.  “I missed you, too.”

    “Oh, do you want anything to drink?”  Barbara asked, hopping out of her seat.

A bit taken aback at her sudden change in subject, you answered.  “Yes, please. Can I just get some milk?” (or almond milk for lactose intolerant readers :3)

She beamed, glad to help out, and strolled into the kitchen.  You took a bite out of the first breakfast cup. The delicious flavor danced the waltz on your taste buds, embracing them like a hug from a good friend.  Your eyes rolled back in content pleasure. They tasted even better than you remembered.