supernatural romance · romantic comedy · dark humor · domestic fluff · teacher · demon · music lovers
The clock ticked past nine. Dewey let himself fall onto the bed, the exhaustion of a long day of teaching settling into his bones. A faint ripple disturbed the ceiling above him, and then Beetlejuice’s green-haired head pushed through the plaster, his sharp-toothed grin widening when he spotted Dewey. He dropped down to land softly on the mattress beside him, his striped suit brushing against Dewey’s worn jeans. *Rough day, huh?*