This one was a request I got the other night, and I probably would've waited until I had the rest of the fics in my doc manager all posted... But I just really loved writing this so I'm posting it here now.

It does remind me of another AU I'm working on, where Bickslow is a genie (yes, yes, yes), so I won't be expanding on this one, as much I do love it. I'll just have to get that other story finished...

Also, I think I'm going to keep anything under 1k words in this collection (bixlu or not). So as much as I love this, it's too short to go into the bixlu collection.

Prompt: 'ghost' for bixlu - gsut

Bickslow the Friendly Ghost

"I swear to fucking Mavis, if you don't get the hell out of my goddamn toaster right this second, I'm going to call the Strauss Siblings to get you exterminated!"

Bickslow instantly shot out of the small toaster at the threat he knew to be far too serious, and materialised before the pyjama-wearing blonde with his hands held up in surrender as the toaster fell back down on the bench with a clatter and clang. "Hey, baby, no exterminating, okay? I'm out of the toaster. We cool."

Lucy huffed as she backed away from where she kept the business card of the local ghost exterminators on her cork board, and returned to the counter to grab the loaf of bread and finally put some slices into the toaster. "How many times have I told you to stay out of the appliances?" she muttered.

"I don't know, probably close to a thousand times now," the spirit answered. "I don't really pay attention."

"Well, obviously!"

Bickslow could only shrug as he came to sit himself on the bench, right over the cutting board and directly in front of his human roommate. "But I'm a ghost, babe. What else am I going to do if I can't play with the appliances?" he asked, pouting in all his transparent glory. Really, if he couldn't play with the appliances, he'd get bored. Lucy had already banned him from the lights and the bathroom (pffft, not that that had ever stopped him from peeking his head through a wall and scaring the living shit out of her in the middle of a shower), but she couldn't ban him from the appliances. They were his favourite things to play in!

"I don't know, maybe go haunt someone else's house and play in their toasters?" Lucy suggested bitterly.

"Nope. No can do."

"Right, because you're chained to the house… How could I forget…" Honestly, when Lucy had moved to Magnolia Hollow, she'd thought everyone had been kidding when they said that almost all of the buildings were inhabited by ghosts. But then Bickslow the friendly fucking ghost had stuck his damn head through the ceiling on her first morning in the new house and stuck his tongue out at her and said, 'Welcome to the house, baby!' She'd been so damn scared she'd shot out of bed and face-planted into a damn wall, and then Bickslow had only looking at her like she was the weird one.

She'd lost count of how many times she'd considered - and threatened - to get Bickslow exterminated in the three short months she'd been living there. The guy - er, ghost - drove her up the freakin' wall. Of all the houses she'd had to move into, it just had to be the one with the most annoying (although ridiculously friendly) ghost in the entire town. Lucy seemed to think she was the cursed one, forget the house.

"You're stuck with me until you die, baby," Bickslow pointed out gleefully.

Lucy only glared up at him through her lashes as she dropped her now cooked toast onto the cutting board - which, if Bickslow had happened to have a physical form, would've been right on his lap. "Just be glad you're already dead," she muttered under her breath. Because if he hadn't been… Well, he'd be in for a world of pain.