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Dewey Finn x reader.. mutual pining maybe? Idiots in love? I don’t have a specific prompt, but I am dying for some more Dewey fics 💔

H-heh.. waiter waiter.. bring in the next masterpiece😎(ur fanfic will kinda come late since I’m sick😖)

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What a shame, isn’t it?

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

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Old Chords and New Beginnings

John Dory x Male reader!!

John Dory stood at the doorstep, his hand hovering inches from the wooden surface. The weight of twenty years sat heavily on his shoulders, and not even the reunion of BroZone—or the mission to save Floyd—could overshadow what he was about to do. This wasn’t about the band. This wasn’t about his brothers. This was about him, and the person he left behind.

Behind him, Branch, Clay, Spruce, and even Viva and Poppy watched with varying degrees of confusion and curiosity. None of them knew what John Dory was up to. Why had he dragged them all to this quiet, picturesque little house in the woods?

John Dory drew a shaky breath and raised his hand to knock, but before he could, he froze.

“John?”

The sound of the familiar voice behind him sent a shiver down his spine. Slowly, he turned.

There you stood, your arms full of groceries, but your eyes wide with shock. The bags slipped from your grasp, cans and vegetables scattering across the ground. You didn’t even seem to notice.

“(Y/N)…” John Dory’s voice cracked, a mix of guilt and longing flooding his chest.

Before he could stammer out an apology, you surged forward, wrapping your arms tightly around him. John Dory stumbled back a step but quickly recovered, his arms instinctively circling your waist.

“I—I’m so sorry,” John Dory murmured, his words muffled against your shoulder.

“You idiot,” you whispered, your voice trembling, “why didn’t you come back sooner?”

John Dory pulled back just enough to look at you, his bright blue eyes swimming with regret. “I thought… I thought you’d hate me. After everything I did, after leaving like that—”

“Of course I was mad,” you interrupted, your voice firm but gentle. “But I never hated you, John.”

“Uh… so, what’s happening here?” Viva’s voice cut through the moment, and you both turned to see the group awkwardly huddled near the porch, clearly unsure whether to intervene or give you space.

John Dory sighed, releasing you but keeping a hand on your shoulder. “Right. Guess I owe everyone an explanation.”

You nodded, gesturing for everyone to come inside. The living room was cozy, filled with small mementos of your life—photos, trinkets, and a guitar resting in the corner that John Dory immediately recognized. He winced at the sight of it.

Once everyone was settled, John Dory glanced at you, then at his brothers. “Okay… so, uh, I should probably start with this. (Y/N) and I… we were together. Back when BroZone was still a thing.”

Branch’s jaw dropped. “Wait, what?”

“You had a boyfriend?!” Poppy blurted out, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Yeah, yeah,” John Dory muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was a long time ago. But when everything with BroZone fell apart… I left. I left the band, I left home, and… I left him.” He glanced at you, guilt etched into his features. “And that was the worst mistake of my life.”

“You’re damn right it was,” you said, crossing your arms, though there was no malice in your voice. “But… you’re here now. That’s what matters.”

Clay raised an eyebrow. “So, wait. This whole stop wasn’t just to visit some old friend. You wanted to fix things with him.”

“Yeah,” John Dory admitted. “I didn’t think I’d get the chance to, but after everything with Floyd, I realized… I couldn’t let this go unresolved.”

The room fell quiet for a moment before Viva spoke up. “Okay, I gotta say, this is actually kind of sweet. Messy, but sweet.”

Poppy grinned. “Right? It’s like a rom-com, but with trolls!”

You and John Dory exchanged a glance, and for the first time in years, he saw a glimmer of the warmth and affection he remembered so vividly.

“So… are you staying this time?” you asked softly.

John Dory took your hand, his grip firm but tender. “If you’ll have me.”

You smiled, the years of hurt and longing beginning to fade. “I never stopped.”

The others collectively sighed in relief—Branch rolling his eyes but smiling nonetheless—and the group settled in, ready to hear more about your history together.

For the first time in decades, John Dory felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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Thanks for answering my previous question! {also, sorry if i misspell something, I'm a foreign)

I was wondering if you could do Severus x professor! reader?

Something like, Reader is a DADA professor, she's not getting along with Snape at first but as time passed, they slowly got along with each other. {you can chose the reason, i thought maybe Albus told them that they have to work together on something.} Severus would have a little overthinking session when he realized that he felt something to Reader, since he was devoted to Lily, why suddenly he's into other woman?

And in the end they would get together, {something like, one day Severus would place a letter on her desk in her classroom, this would be an invitation to the astronomy tower/somewhere else

And he would tell her everything he has on his mind}

In one word, Fluff

H-heh… why of course😎😎 (I’m bad at English too even if it’s my first language, so don’t worry!!)

SEVERUS X FEM!READER

BREAKING THROUGH SHADOWS

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, (Y/N), had been making waves at Hogwarts. Intelligent, confident, and admittedly rather spirited, she wasn’t one to shy away from expressing her opinions—even when those opinions clashed with Severus Snape. Their first few staff meetings had been a whirlwind of clipped remarks and disdainful glares.

“Your methods, as always, lack practicality,” Snape sneered one evening when she explained her approach to combating boggarts.

“And yours lack humanity, Severus,” she retorted, not missing a beat.

The tension between them was palpable, much to the amusement of their colleagues—especially Albus Dumbledore, who seemed far too pleased with the idea of forcing them to work together.

The Headmaster called them both into his office one day, a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

“I need the two of you to collaborate on a special project,” Albus announced. “Hogwarts’ wards need reinforcement in these trying times, and I can think of no better pair to tackle the task.”

The protests were immediate and heated, but Dumbledore waved them off. “Consider this an opportunity to… expand your perspectives.”

Reluctantly, the pair agreed, spending hours in each other’s company researching, discussing, and occasionally bickering over the best approaches to strengthen the castle’s defenses.

Over time, the arguments softened. To Severus’ surprise, (Y/N) was not only exceptionally skilled but also witty and surprisingly kind beneath her fiery exterior. She noticed the subtleties in his tone, the weight he carried in his dark eyes, and the quiet passion he poured into his work.

And Severus? He found himself looking forward to their time together.

One evening, as he sat in his quarters surrounded by ancient tomes, a thought struck him like a hex.

He cared for her.

He pushed the book away and pinched the bridge of his nose, a deep frown etching itself onto his face. This was wrong. His heart belonged to Lily—always had, always would. How could he feel this way about someone else?

The memories of Lily’s laughter intertwined with the warmth of (Y/N)’s smile. It was a strange dichotomy that left him unsettled. He wrestled with the idea for days, retreating into his cold demeanor whenever he felt himself softening in her presence.

Yet, the more he tried to suppress it, the clearer his feelings became. (Y/N) wasn’t replacing Lily. She was carving her own space in his guarded heart, a place he never thought he’d offer to anyone again.

Finally, he could bear it no longer. Late one evening, he slipped into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, a folded piece of parchment trembling in his fingers. He placed it neatly on her desk, ensuring it would catch her attention the next morning.

When (Y/N) arrived at her classroom, she found the letter. Curious, she unfolded it to reveal Severus’ neat, slanted handwriting:

Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at 9. I must speak with you.

Her heart raced as she read and reread the note, wondering what had prompted such an uncharacteristic gesture.

That evening, she climbed the steps to the tower, finding Severus waiting for her, his silhouette framed by the starlit sky.

“You wanted to speak with me?” she asked softly, stepping closer.

He turned, his expression unreadable. “Yes. There’s something I must… confess.”

For a moment, he seemed to struggle with his words, but then the dam broke. He spoke of his past, his devotion to Lily, and the guilt that had haunted him for years.

“I never thought I could feel this way for anyone else,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And yet, you’ve managed to… undo me. You’ve shown me there’s still light, even in the darkest corners of my life.”

Her breath caught as his dark eyes met hers, vulnerability and hope mingling in their depths.

“I’m not asking for anything,” he continued. “I just needed you to know.”

But she stepped closer, her hand brushing his. “Severus,” she murmured, “you’re allowed to find happiness again. You deserve it.”

He blinked, startled by her words, before her fingers entwined with his. And for the first time in years, Severus Snape allowed himself to hope.

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I don’t feel right :(

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Do you take any Harry Potter requests for a chance?

Yup! I’ll take any sort of request :3 Just be specific so it can be easier for me!!

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INBOX OPEN FOR REQUESTS

As the title said, my inbox is freely accessible to write requests in! I’m deeply grateful for you all leading me to go through this route :D

Now, for the requests, PLEASE be super specific. I won’t understand certain things as fast :(

I take any characters! Well- except for truly bad characters, like Jimmy from mouthwashing. (Might make a master list soon :3)

WHAT I DO TAKE

Fluff

Romantic

Platonic

Kissing

Mental, physical, emotional illnesses/disorders for readers

Depressed readers

More wholesome/romantic/self aware things (Srry! In a rush as I make this)

WHAT I WON’T TAKE

Smut

Any type of abuse

R@pe

Suicide

Any sort of mockery to people

Basically anything bad

FANDOMS IM IN THAT I’LL TAKE

TROLLS BAND TOGETHER

JOHN DORY

BRUCE

CLAY

FLOYD

BRANCH

POPPY

VIVA

VELVET

VENEER

BROZONE HEADCANNONS

TROLLS WORLD TOUR (might edit this later)

Queen Barb

BEETLEJUICE

Beej

Lydia (ONLY PLATONICALLY)

Adam and Barbra

Toon juice

Musical bj

FNAF

The dead kids (ONLY PLATONICALLY)

Michael afton

Elizabeth and CC afton (ONLY PLATONICALLY)

Movie Mike

SCHOOL OF ROCK

Dewey Finn

That’s it for now!! I’ll edit this for more characters soon :3

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A Kind of Heart

BEETLEJUICE X READER!!

You sat on the edge of your bed, the dim light of your lamp casting eerie shadows on the walls. The day had been overwhelming—too many stressful encounters, responsibilities piling up like a mountain of unwanted paperwork, and feelings of isolation creeping in like the dark corners of your room. Tears streamed down your face, matching the ghostly atmosphere that surrounded you.

Suddenly, the familiar *whoosh* of a portal opened, and with a loud crash, Beetlejuice tumbled into your room, arms flailing and a wild grin plastered across his face. "Hey there, sad sack! What's got your ectoplasm in a twist?" he exclaimed, the chaotic energy radiating off him.

You looked up, sniffling as you wiped away your tears. "Not now, Beetlejuice. I just... need some time alone."

He plopped down beside you, the mattress creaking under his weight. "Aw, don’t be like that! I’m here to brighten your day!" He reached into his signature striped suit and pulled out a rubber chicken, squawking it obnoxiously.

The ridiculousness of it all only made your emotions surge higher. "Beetlejuice!" you cried, frustration leaking into your voice. "This is not helping!"

His eyes widened for a moment, then he laughed, the sound echoing through the room. “Oh, come on! Lighten up! It’s just a little clownery!”

With a deep breath, you felt the pressure build within you, and before you knew it, a fresh wave of sobs escaped. Beetlejuice's laughter faltered, realizing he had crossed a line. “Whoa, whoa! Easy there, buddy. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.”

As your tears intensified, Beetlejuice fidgeted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Okay, okay! So maybe the rubber chicken wasn’t the best idea. Let’s talk about it instead?”

But you were too far gone, shoulders shaking, feeling utterly defeated. Beetlejuice's playful demeanor shifted; he looked at you with surprising concern. “Hey, I didn’t mean to make things worse,” he said softly, his voice dropping to a gentler tone. “I’ll—I’ll be right back.”

He stumbled back through his portal, leaving you alone in your room, the silence enveloping you once more.

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A few hours passed like a blur of emotional waves, but eventually, you heard the *whoosh* again. This time, a different kind of energy filled the room. You looked up, surprised to see Beetlejuice back, this time holding an assortment of items in his arms.

“I’m back, and I brought gifts!” he declared dramatically, his grin wide, but there was a sincerity in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.

He carefully set down a collection of strange trinkets: a glowing crystal that swirled with colors, a vintage comic book that you loved, and a plush toy—a goofy ghost with a big smile. “I thought these might cheer you up,” he explained, scratching his head. “I know I can be a real jerk sometimes, but I didn’t mean to upset you. You’re... well, you’re important to me.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You’d hardly ever seen this side of him. “You actually thought of me?”

“Of course! I mean, who else would get my crazy humor if not you?” He chuckled, leaning closer. “Look, I know I can be a handful, but I just want to be your friend, alright? Friends don’t let friends cry alone.”

You felt a warmth spread in your chest as you took the items from him. “Thank you, Beetlejuice. This really means a lot.”

“Don’t mention it! Now—” He leaned in, grinning mischievously, “How about we put on a little show? I can summon some bats, throw in a little ghostly magic, and boom! Instant mood lift!”

You chuckled, wiping away the remnants of your tears. “Sounds better than rubber chickens.”

“Exactly! Now sit tight, watch this!” And with a flick of his wrist, he summoned a swirling mass of bats that filled the room, a cacophony of flapping wings and laughter erupting from both of you.

As the last bat fluttered away, you realized that perhaps Beetlejuice wasn’t so bad after all. After all, even in the strangest of circumstances, true friends will find a way to make each other smile again.

And just like that, amid the chaos of the Netherworld, you felt lighter, ready to embrace whatever bizarre adventure awaited…

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HELLO EVERYONE!!

Just a quick announcement, I’ll be changing my pfp and banner!! Not because I moved on from Beetlejuice nor School of rock, but because I’m in a new fandom!! MOUTHWASHING :3

FANFICS OF BJ AND DEWEY FINN WILL STILL BE POSTED, SO DON’T WORRY MY ROCKSTARS/BEETLES!! AND MY IMBOX IS OPEN FOR REQUESTS!

HAVE A NICE DAY AND SEE YOU SOON!!

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

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ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

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So, I really want to be a black and white sad clown for Halloween, but I don’t really know how I should design the costume and etc

(Credits to the ppl who have the makeup on and the glove on!!!)

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OAMGOMHKKMB ACTUALLY EXPLODING ENDBSNANSNSNSBSNAJSJSJSJSJ KABOO KABBINMM JEKSKSJWNSNSSONHA SOO HAPPYDBESBSNEENENNRRN

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Harmonizing Hearts

Dewey Finn x Male reader

(This can be the musical or movie Dewey Finn, idc!)

Dewey Finn had always been the center of attention—loud, brash, and full of energy. His rockstar persona fit perfectly with his role as a substitute teacher at Horace Green, where he taught kids not just music, but passion and creativity. But today, things felt different. He’d just met the new literature teacher, Mr. [Your Last Name], and for the first time in a while, Dewey found himself a bit…off balance.

You, on the other hand, had heard plenty about Dewey’s unconventional teaching style, and though you were skeptical, you admired his enthusiasm and connection with the kids. What you didn’t expect was how easily you’d get caught up in his whirlwind of charisma.

It was after a faculty meeting when you two first really spoke. Dewey, always the one to crack a joke, commented on how “boring” all the budget talk was, and you couldn’t help but laugh, admitting it wasn’t your favorite part either.

“See! You get it!” he said, eyes lighting up as if you’d just confirmed something important.

The conversation flowed naturally. He was rough around the edges, but there was something refreshing about his authenticity. Over the next few weeks, you found yourselves talking more, sometimes after class, sometimes during lunch. Dewey would ramble about the band he was helping the kids form, and you’d tell him about the latest novel you were teaching. It was surprising how well the worlds of music and literature seemed to intertwine in your discussions.

One day, Dewey suggested you come to one of their band rehearsals after school. “You’ll love it,” he said, flashing that grin that always seemed to make people agree. And you did. Watching him teach the kids, seeing how passionate and alive he became—it was hard not to be impressed.

After the rehearsal, you stayed behind, helping him clean up the room. “You’re really good with them,” you said, genuinely admiring his dedication.

“Yeah? Thanks, man. I dunno, I just…music’s everything, you know? It’s like, I can’t imagine doing anything else.” He looked at you then, something different in his expression. “But, I gotta admit, it’s been cool getting to know you too. You’re not like the other teachers here, man. You get me.”

You felt a warmth spreading in your chest, something more than just camaraderie. “You’re not so bad yourself, Finn,” you teased, but there was sincerity in your tone.

Dewey grinned but didn’t joke back this time. Instead, he stepped a little closer, his voice softer. “Hey, um…I don’t usually do this kind of thing, but, uh…would you maybe wanna grab a drink sometime? Just us. No kids. No work.”

For a moment, you were taken aback. But then you smiled, realizing that the chaotic, free-spirited teacher in front of you was asking you out, in his own awkward way. “Yeah, Dewey,” you said, “I’d like that.”

Dewey’s grin widened, and for once, the ever-confident rockstar looked almost shy. “Cool,” he said, nodding like he’d just nailed a guitar solo. “Cool.”

As you both finished cleaning up, you couldn’t help but feel excited. Maybe opposites really do attract, and maybe, just maybe, you and Dewey Finn were about to make some beautiful music together.

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Stick around

Beetlejuice x reader

(For male, female, gender neutrals, and mostly anyone!)

“Man, I need some excitement around here. Things are deader than usual.”

Just as he was about to drift off into another bout of self-pity, the air in his run-down abode shifted. A faint chill ran up his spine — something he didn’t feel often. There was someone nearby, and not just any someone. Another ghost.

“Who dares enter the lair of the great and terrible Beetlejuice?” he called out, grinning mischievously, his voice dripping with theatrical bravado. “Prepare yourself for—”

Before he could finish, you stepped out from the shadows, your form shimmering with an ethereal glow. You were a fellow ghost, though unlike Beetlejuice, you carried an aura of calm confidence. Your eyes locked with his, and for a brief second, Beetlejuice felt something strange — a flutter in his non-beating heart.

“Oh, uh, hey there,” Beetlejuice stammered, trying to regain his usual swagger. “Didn’t expect to see another ghost like you around here. Most of ‘em steer clear of the ol’ Bio-Exorcist.”

You smirked, crossing your arms. “I’m not most ghosts.”

Beetlejuice blinked, then his grin returned, wider this time. “Ohoho, I like that! Bold. Mysterious. I could get used to you, pal.”

You took a few steps closer, your eyes never leaving his. “I’ve heard about you. The chaos you cause. But I’m not here to stop you.”

Beetlejuice arched an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Then what are you here for? Because, uh, I gotta say, you’re easy on the eyes for a dead guy.”

You chuckled softly, your voice smooth like a soft breeze in a haunted house. “I’m here because I’m intrigued by you. All the stories, the madness, the fun. It’s rare to meet someone who enjoys the afterlife as much as you seem to.”

Beetlejuice’s grin turned sly, and he leaned back against the wall, crossing his legs. “Well, well, looks like I’ve got myself a fan. So, what’s your deal, handsome? You looking to join the fun? Cause I could show you a real good time in the Neitherworld.”

Your gaze softened, and Beetlejuice felt that flutter again — this time stronger. There was something different about you, something that made him feel… less alone. You weren’t just another ghost passing through his world. You were someone who got him, who wasn’t repelled by his antics.

“I’m thinking I could stick around,” you said, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “See what kind of trouble we could get into together.”

Beetlejuice’s heart, though long since dead, gave a metaphorical leap. He shot up from the couch, his grin turning downright devilish. “You, me, causing chaos? Now that’s a match made in the Neitherworld! You’re gonna love it here, babe. Stick with me, and we’ll haunt this place in ways they’ve never seen before.”

Without a second thought, you reached out, your hand brushing against his. Beetlejuice’s smirk faltered for just a moment as he felt a jolt of something he hadn’t felt in… well, ever. But being Beetlejuice, he quickly masked it with his usual bravado.

“Come on, handsome. Let’s paint this place dead… in style.”

As you both vanished into the shadows of the Neitherworld, ready to unleash a storm of fun and chaos, Beetlejuice couldn’t help but glance at you from the corner of his eye. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he wasn’t just looking for a quick laugh or a scare.

He was looking forward to seeing where this haunting partnership would lead.

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The voice over of the reblog is done :3

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I’m doing a voice over of this- no one can stop me😈