Slasher imagines

Beetle Juice

After a long day of work you arrived home, completely exhausted and simply wanting a shower before going to sleep. Every muscle in your body ached with each movement and tears were close to spilling. When you arrived home you entered the rather large house and set down your things. You looked around for a moment a bit confused, usually BJ would greet you all the while making dumb jokes or flirty comments. You let out a sigh and trudged your way up to the bedroom. Once the door was open you saw probably the weirdest thing you've ever seen, and that's saying something.

Beetlejuice, your dead ass boyfriend, was deformed into some sort of creature while he sat on your bed reading a odd looking book. At first you looked at him with disgust, soon turned to confusion, that then just melted into a choice. Should I walk out and go make me something to eat, ignoring this encounter, or should I ask what the hell is going on? Curiosity got the better of you and you asked the one question you never thought you would ask someone.
"Babe why the hell are you- that and why the hell haven't you changed back yet?" You asked, irritation laced in your words. BJ's head immediately popped up and slammed his book shut.

"Hey babydoll, your home early" He stated while standing up from the mattress. You just looked at him with suspicion and a hard glare. He sighed and whined before throwing his arms up in surrender.
"Okay I was trying to turn into an actual thing that resembled my name" He explained.
"So a Beetle Juice?" You said, purposely spacing the name out with exaggeration to each word.
"Uh yeah. But well I turned into the first part, but I got kinda stuck"
"Stuck?"
"Stuck.."

There was a silence, before suddenly you burst into laughter.

BJ just stood there, debating his life choices and regretting everything that lead him up to this point. After a minute of letting you laugh your last wheeze and wipe away your tears, you looked back to your unamused boyfriend. By his face you let out another little giggle. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms with a huff.
"Ya done laughing at me?" He asked. You nodded your head and bit back another laugh. When you finally took in his expression you knew he was embarrassed, he had always bragged about what a good demon he was and how scary he could be to people.

Deciding that you laughed at him enough that day you began attempting to turn him back to "normal", that word being foreign now a days. Once everything was settled you both found yourselves cuddled on the living room couch. Your head lying on his chest as he threaded his fingers through your hair. After talking about each other's day and laughing at certain things, a comfortable silence laid upon you. After a heavy sigh you push yourself from BJ's chest. With a whine BJ reaches out for you only to lazily flop his hands back down when he cant grasp your hands.

You laugh and grab his hand instead.
"I need to go make me something to eat babe, I ain't dead like you" You tease. He rolls his eyes yet brings your knuckles to his lips before kissing the soft skin. He releases your hands and gets up as well.
"Alright well what are you making, I'll help" He offers. You grab his hand again, taking advantage of his unusual touchiness, and drag him to the kitchen. For a few hours you both make a nice meal and catch up on a few things. At one point he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and stuffs his face into your neck.

"I'm sorry that ya had such a bad day at work baby" He mumbles. You hum and relax your head against his shoulder.
"It's alright, 'cause I get to come back home to you" At the statement you feel BJ's lips curl into a smile against your neck. You feel a light kiss on your nape as a sigh of content leaves your lips. This truly was the perfect life.

Leaving your horrible job to come home to your idiotic lover. Sure sometimes he can be a pain in the rear but it's always worth it in the end. Both of you were happy with your lives, you wouldn't have it any other way.