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0kayblue · 5 years ago

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Recently Deceased

Summary: You and Beetlejuice have been together for awhile and things are starting to get tense with y'know, the whole being dead thing.

Word Count: A little over 3k

Notes: Um, it’s an okay read. Fluff and angst.

Character Relations: Beetlejuice x reader (romantic relationship)

A/N: Y’all it’s a Beetlejuice imagine!! I love him and if anything happens to this demon I will not hesitate to fight back. Also!!! It’s my birthday gift to you!! My birthday is the 30th so I thought I’d put something out there for kicks!! Enjoy!!

WARNINGS: DEATH. Death is mentioned heavily throughout the story and if you are sensitive to the thought of you dying please DO NOT READ.

You trudged through the front door as you let out a heavy sigh. With no warm greetings from Beetlejuice you knew he wasn’t home. You carelessly threw your bag on the floor and flopped on the couch. An unbearable headache making itself at home after a long and tiring nine hour shift. You could always call him, but decided against it. He was probably busy or maybe you just gave him the wrong time. Maybe it was for the best he wasn’t here, the lack of noise was for the best. Although it would’ve been nice to have him dote after you while your head pounded.

As you adjusted yourself on the couch you smiled at the thought of Beetlejuice being so warm and domestic, which was the role he’s taken on the past few weeks.He has actually tried cleaning up around the house the past few days, being rather considerate as you worked overtime. They needed the help and you needed the money to keep a roof over yours and Beetlejuice’s heads. His sickly sweet behavior was beginning to become concerning.

You had all the right to be concerned, he was trying to hide from you in plain sight and it sort of worked. You’ve been so busy lately that trying to keep up with all the responsibilities of life that catching your breath was becoming harder. You knew something was wrong with the bug but never pushed it too hard, but that needed to change. You needed to talk to him and pull the truth from his cold undead hands.

As your mouth opened to speak his name a sharp pain in your head caused you to wince. Okay, so maybe talking wasn’t the best thing to begin to start doing. The quiet holding only an ounce of comfort as you relaxed into the couch unable to pull your thoughts away from Beetlejuice.

You remembered talking about your relationship and how things were starting to get a little confusing. As you both reached another milestone in your relationship the undeniable truth pounded at the front door. You were alive and he was a dead demon straight from hell. It was a difference that was proving to be more difficult than you originally thought it would be.

The Maitlands, and bless their cold still hearts, tried to help. It just made things worse as the night resulted in midnight blue hair and a pool of tears. Their suggestions were just so, normal. You both weren’t normal, at all. You and Beetlejuice were treading on uncharted territory. There wasn’t exactly any counselors you could see or books you could read that would give you advice on what to do with an undead partner. Conjoin finances? Beetlejuice didn’t even have any money let alone a use for it. Marriage? You were quick to say no to that one and it broke Beetlejuice's heart. You didn’t find out until later but you just explained the trouble it would be, not that he wasn’t worth the trouble, it’s just the steps of adjustment it would take for him. No ghostly powers combined with all the adjustment he would have to deal with by becoming human. Becoming a part of the system of the living after following the flows of the Netherworld since he began had to be extremely difficult. The Netherworld and the Land of the Living were polar opposites that only connected through death and that was it. Not to mention the fact that you could die whenever and that would leave Beetlejuice alive and alone. Beetlejuice understood but it still hurt, he wanted to marry you. He wanted it to be an official binding that you were his and he was yours. But your mind was made up, so you suggested the logical thing that could result in getting rid of this living/dead roadblock. You slowly slipped out the idea of you biting the bullet.

His hair turned ruby red at the mention of it. There was no way in hell he was going to let you end it all just because things were getting tense. You had this life and you were just so willing to throw it away. For him as well? He wouldn’t allow it, he couldn’t allow it. He wanted you to experience life so he selfishly could hear all about it. So he could listen to you talk for hours about how complex living really was. He wanted you to enjoy life, something that he only understood the basics of. He wanted you to soak up all life had to offer before it was ripped away from you. He was furious, how was your death any different than him becoming a warm body? I mean it was very different, but it also had it similarities. You both spent a good hot minute screaming at each other as you argued your points. Your main point being death awaited you regardless. His was that you’d have to learn how the Netherworld worked just how he would have to learn how the Land of the Living worked. It took some work, but you both called a truce. Marriage and death were out of the question.

That had to be what was bothering him. That was the only thing you could come up with and it was in fact the thing that was bothering him. The seed of doubt had been planted in his head right next to the willow tree of worries. You were so quick to say no to marriage he wondered if you even want to spend eternity with him. That wasn’t the case in the slightest, you positively loved everything about Beetlejuice, but it was hard for him. In truth as the seasons changed he saw you change with them. The changes weren’t anything drastic, you were still the you Beetlejuice fell in love with. Things were just different. You worked yourself to the bone ever since you bought your own house and moved out of the Deetz’s, paying for a house was a lot different than paying rent. With all the hours you spent at work left little time for you and Beetlejuice to partake in activities that didn’t involve you sleeping, thus left Beetlejuice to his own devices.

It left him stuck in his own thoughts. What if you were growing tired of him. What if you were just dragging him along. He felt like a dead weight and usually when he began to feel that way he would leave. But you were different, you somehow knew exactly what to say. It drove him mad because he’d have a speech prepared. Then after the speech you’d be fed up and he would leave and you could go on with your life and have something normal with someone else. But, the moment you walked through the door, and your eyes locked, and you weakly smiled as the words ‘I love you’ floated out of your mouth, he was trapped. Like a fly to honey he held you close and melted into you like a giant sap. Not like his plan would’ve worked anyway. You’d just call him back until you worked things out because where Beetlejuice was stubborn you were relentless.

You both were stuck with this feeling of inadequacy. Both of your worlds were so different and it was tugging at both of you. You had to figure out the best course of action to achieve a balance for the both of you. Even if that meant moving back in with the Deets. You sighed, you had to fix this. You couldn’t push it off any longer. This road block was not going to be the end of the only joy you looked forward to at the end of the day.

As your brain wandered on what to say your stomach started to swirl. You slowly pulled yourself off of the couch the pain in your head becoming more intense. As you stood the room started to spin and the yellow light coming from the ceiling fan started flashing. This overtime was killing you. You took a deep breath and slowly made your way into the kitchen. You opened your eyes slowly as you opened the spice/medicine cabinet. As you grabbed the ibuprofen your leg gave out. You desperately grabbed the cement countertop to hold yourself steady, dropping the ibuprofen but catching yourself as you did so. You let out a sigh of relief. As you went to pull yourself up you were quick to realize that wasn’t happening. So you sunk to the floor and sat there. You closed your eyes and held your head in your hands. Was this even a migraine anymore? Your head felt like it was going to burst and you started to involuntarily cry at the pain.

You need some medicine and a nap and it’s all over. It’d be okay. You sniffed and rubbed your eyes as you tiredly crawled toward the pill bottle. Just grab the pills and crash on the couch, you were okay.

As you pulled yourself up on the couch you stared at the ceiling fan. The blades rotated slowly but the yellow light emitting from the light bulbs began to become splotchy. Something wasn’t right, this wasn’t right. You needed help, you needed medical attention. Your heart rate began to spike as you quickly glanced to your bag on the floor. You knew your phone was buried under all the things you carried and you couldn’t work up the energy to crawl over towards the bag and dig your phone out of it. You let out a little laugh, you were alone. You were going to die alone. You smiled lightly, thanking whatever higher power that no one had to witness this. In a lot of ways this was the right time for you to die.

��Beetlejuice.” You called softly. You voice so low that you’d be surprised if you even actually said it. You wanted him here, you wanted him to be the first person you talked too.

“Beetlejuice.” You said softly again. You couldn’t wait to see him. You couldn’t wait to scare him. It would be a combo of surprising and scaring him. He couldn’t be mad at you either. You didn’t do it yourself, it just sort of happened. Things were working out and maybe you guys could take the next big step without there being any confusion or any hassle. Things could go the way you both wanted.

Your head stopped spinning but you felt yourself rocking. As if you were on a boat caught in the middle of a storm and you were just entering the eye.

“Lawrence.” You called as something in your brain popped and relief flooded your body. You felt your whole body relax and then nothing. There was no tunnel or bright light. There was just nothing.

“Hey, babes.” Beetlejuice said weakly as he entered the house through the kitchen door. He threw an empty can of that cheap green halloween hair spray, that he did in fact steal from the general store in town, in the trash and as soon as it landed he snapped his fingers and the whole trash can disappeared. The stuff fooled the Maitlands and it could trick you for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry I’m late but-.” He stopped suddenly as he saw you still on the couch and he couldn’t help the smirk from finding its way on his face. He wished the overtime wasn’t a thing and if he had things his way you wouldn’t have to work at all. There were easier ways, illegal ways of acquiring funds to support you. I mean you wouldn’t be the one doing any of the stuff Beetlejuice would be behind it all, but you would be taken care of. It honestly was a win/win situation. He’d get all of his demon tendencies out and lushly take care of His breather. Regardless of how tempting it sounded you declined his offer.

Beetlejuice approached the couch slowly and cautiously. Should he try and scare you awake or should he just gently nudge you awake as he carried you to the bedroom. Decisions, decisions he chuckled as a genuine mischievous green tint returned to his hair. This is going to be the fright of your life. He thought as his feet left the floor.

As he rose into the air he noticed it. He notice that your chest wasn’t rising and falling. He noticed how still you were. His concentration being broken as he roughly fell to his feet.

“Babes?” He questioned as his panic set into his features. His hair beginning to be littered with bundles of white and deep blue hues. Beetlejuice was scared, absolutely terrified as he examined your lifeless body lying on the couch. He knew you were dead. He couldn’t mistake a corpse if he tried. But, he clung to the hope that you were still alive.

“Hey, hey, get up. C’mon you got me. Get up, babes.” He said desperately. “(Y/N), get up!” He shouted as he reached for your arms to shake you awake. As his calloused hands met the smooth cold skin of your arms he could see it. He watched you die, he saw you struggle to get to the medicine, he watched you fall, how you weakly climbed back into the couch, he heard you call his name three times.

He let out a deep gasp as he was quickly reunited back within himself. Tears were quick to stream down his face. Beetlejuice couldn’t exactly comprehend why he was sobbing. Why his tears weren’t joyful ones filled with hope and promise of your future without the alive and dead roadblock. But instead his tears were filled with rage and incomprehensible sadness. You were supposed to be living a full life, you were supposed to grow old, and he was supposed to be with you for as long as you allowed. Beetlejuice’s hair started to change from a deep blue to a flaming red.

He was furious as he squeezed your body tighter and held you closer. He carefully laid your lifeless body back on the couch and tried his best to cool down as he delicately rested your head on one of the many throw pillows you had.

“I’m sorry.” Beetlejuice choked out. He couldn’t help but feel as if this was his fault.

You didn’t think it took so long for the soul to leave the body. You poked your head out from around the closet door. You examined Beetlejuice’s hunched over deminor and any thought you had of scaring him flew out of the window.

“Beej, honey.” You said as you quickly left the coat closet. You saw him jump and a light giggle left your lips.

“I got you.” You said as your guy’s eyes locked as he stood up. He was still crying as you just shook your head and walked through the couch and into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight and loving embrace.

“I got you.” You repeated as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and buried his face into the crook of your neck. A laugh escaping his lips as his hair returning to a bright and luscious green.

“I love you.” He said through muffled sobs. You intertwined your fingers with his hair, some of it still stiff from the hairspray, as you cooed into his ear. You had no idea what was going on. You had no idea why he was so upset. Wasn’t this perfect?

“Beej, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting differently lately. Talk to me.” You pulled away from him and you carefully cradled his face in your hand. He looked so sad. Beetlejuice’s free hand held yours softly against his face as his free arm held you close to him. He let out a heavy sigh and sucked it up as tints of deep purple danced through his hair.

“I don’t want to lose you and now that your dead I don’t want you to think you have to stay. I’d dragged you down when you were alive and now your dead. I don’t even remember a time in the past few weeks that you felt motivated to do much of anything. I feel like I’m sort of the blame for that because I can’t really do much of anything to help with the whole living thing. Y’know keeping the roof above our heads and all that other bullshit. You didn’t even get to really enjoy- wait.Why are you smiling? Stop smiling.”

“You emotional bug.” You said as you brought your face to his in a soft kiss.

“You weren’t going to lose me when I was alive and you aren’t going to lose me now that I’m dead. Yes, things were difficult but none of it was ever your fault. You never tied me to anything, well except the bed.” There you go, saying the right things at the right times. Beetlejuice snickered as you placed a kiss on his neck.

“But that’s it. None of this is your fault, it was just my time. And honestly it couldn’t have come at a better time, love bug.” You looked up at him with hope and for the first time in the past few weeks Beetlejuice saw that bright gleam in your eyes. He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue at the nickname.

“You’ve gotta stop with the pet names, sugar.” His tears had dried and he calmed down enough to where his hair returned to a bright green. A couple strands of light pink spotting in his hair, but that didn’t need to be addressed.

“Over my dead body, Beej.” You smirked as you rested your head on his chest.

“We are over your dead body, babes.” You both laughed as he kissed your head. The doorbell rang and your head popped up. A wicked grin plastered on Beetlejuice’s face as he looked at you for approval. You just smirked, you might as well christen your death with a big scare.

“I’ll creek the door open, but don’t scare them to bad. The dead body is going to be enough to scar them.” You said as you began to head towards the door but Beetlejuice grabbed your wrist pulling you back into his embrace.

His face beamed with joy. The pink in his hair becoming more noticeable. Everything was okay and everything was going to be okay. He pecked a quick kiss on your lips before you pushed him away from you.

“You are one lucky bastard.” You said as you headed towards the door. The Netherworld was in for quite a surprise after your death celebrations. Then the wedding after that, well after Beetlejuice asked.

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beeblebouse · 5 years ago

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i’m home sick, so y’all know what that means: headcanons babey!

catch a bunch of these being about people being sick because i’m currently Dying Alone and if no ones gonna be here, at least i can write headcanons about it :)

- the first time lydia get sick, beetlejuice flips his shit (he has major time blindness sometimes and forgets that modern medicine exists) and he smothers her with soup and blankets before the maitlands eventually drag him away while she’s asleep

- on the flip side, beej get sick, and the only ones who can be around him are the maitlands (netherworld sicknesses don’t work well with breathers, but it isn’t contagious to ghosts.)

- the maitlands basically just cuddle him until he gets better (no one is complaining)

- lydia offhandedly mentions that one of her friends is getting sick. she’s sent into school with a large thermos of soup courtesy of the 3 ghosts

- charles will try to hide the fact that he’s sick until he gets really sick. (delis scolds him for this in between caring for him while he’s stuck in bed)

- when someone gets sick, big sandy is with them at all times. (this hc comes courtesy of one of my dogs who is sleeping next to me as i write this, and won’t leave me alone when i get sick or injured)

- beetlejuice’s first valentine’s day with the maitlands: he pairs up with lydia to plan everything so that he doesn’t screw it up. (it still manages to go awry in some way, it is beetlejuice, but the maitlands wouldn’t have it any other way)

- one time, when lydia was really sick, the maitlands and deetzs go to check on her in her room, and are greeted by her cuddling with a very large and fluffy dog. (multiple photos were taken, and even though he’d rather be eaten by big sandy than admit it, he has a copy in his wallet.)

- oh yeah. beej carries around a wallet. why? he hardly ever has money, but, he does like to keep pictures in it. (mostly of him and the maitlands and deetzs)

- beetlejuice and the maitlands eventually getting married. kinda like how marrying a breather would make bj alive, the maitlands marrying beetlejuice makes them demons as well. chaos ensues as they try and figure out their powers. (and to tie it to my wing au bc i Love It, they eventually start to grow wings as their power manifests, since they married a powerful demon. bj cries. a lot.)

- bj and lydia run a tumblr and discord server. it’s Very chaotic and they love it.

- they also have a youtube channel. lydia has her own as well, where she mostly talks about how haunted her house is. (i have an au where bfu picks up on this and does an episode and they try and mess with the boys,,,, maybe i’ll post it soon)

- the town knows something’s up with the deetz (and previously maitland) house, but they’re all Too Scared to ask

- people who fuck with any of the deetzs get haunted, full stop

- charles keeps the maitland’s hardware store open! (they hire a 20ish year old from out of town. the maitlands visit with bj occasionally, and the guy will come in sometimes to shelves restocked/organized, and a hot cup of coffee on the counter.)

- bj actually did graduate from juliard. it was just a really really long time ago

- bj stims vocally a lot! he tends to make animal noises, and really odd dinosaur/gremlin noises. (they just sound good and feel nice to him)

i think that’s it for now, as even though i’m sick i still (sadly) have things to do. hope y’all like the new set of hcs!

as for the bfu au, i still haven’t finished it. it’s definitely going to be the longest one yet, so it may take a while rip

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