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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.

***

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😈

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BEETLEJUICE X GN READER <3

⫸Strange but Sweet⫷

(Ps! This is my first ever fanfic :3 I hope you like it <3)

You hadn’t expected much when you summoned Beetlejuice. It was supposed to be just a bit of fun—test out that book of the dead you found, maybe meet a ghost or two. But Beetlejuice was… different. Sure, he was crude, a bit wild, but something about that messy green hair and the constant barrage of jokes had pulled you in.

The first time he appeared, you jumped in surprise as he erupted from the ground in a cloud of purple smoke. His mismatched eyes found yours instantly, and he grinned that sharp, toothy grin.

"Well, well, well. Didn’t think someone as cute as you would be calling me up. You lonely, handsome?"

You blushed, feeling your stomach flip. "I, uh, just wanted to see if the spell worked."

"Oh, it worked, babe." He sauntered closer, his striped suit making him stand out in the gloomy room. His fingers were quick to curl around your wrist, his touch surprisingly warm. "And lucky for you, you got me! The Ghost with the Most."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. Beetlejuice had a way of worming into your good graces. He was always loud and obnoxious, but it was almost… endearing. He never failed to make you laugh, even when you were trying your best not to.

As the weeks went by, Beetlejuice became a frequent visitor to your home. You’d be making coffee, and he’d pop out of your fridge with a cheesy one-liner. You’d be reading, and suddenly he’d be sprawled across your couch, complaining about how boring the afterlife was.

Yet, despite his chaotic energy, you found yourself growing attached to him. Maybe it was the way his eyes softened when he thought you weren’t looking. Or maybe it was how he’d stop mid-rant about the afterlife to check in on you, asking if you were doing okay with a surprising gentleness in his voice.

One night, you were lying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, when Beetlejuice appeared beside you in a puff of smoke. He grinned lazily and flopped down next to you.

"What’s got you all broody, huh?" he asked, his head propped up on one arm.

You shrugged, glancing over at him. "Just thinking."

He wriggled closer until his side pressed against yours, his chaotic energy suddenly muted. "Thinking about me?" He smirked, but there was something softer underneath it.

"Maybe," you admitted, feeling your heart race at how close he was.

Beetlejuice’s grin widened, but his hand found yours, and he squeezed lightly. "You know, for a guy who’s still alive, you’re pretty dead set on having me around."

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. "Maybe I like you, Beetlejuice."

He blinked, clearly taken aback. For a second, you thought you might’ve gone too far, but then he let out a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling at the edges.

"Well, babe," he said, leaning in until his nose was practically brushing yours, "I guess it’s a good thing I like you too."

And before you could say anything else, Beetlejuice closed the gap between you, his lips warm and surprisingly soft against yours. It wasn’t what you expected—there was no roughness, no teasing. Just him, pouring everything into the kiss with a sincerity that you hadn’t seen from him before.

When he pulled back, his eyes were shining, and for once, he seemed at a loss for words.

"That… wasn’t so bad," he finally muttered, trying to play it cool, but you could see the warmth in his gaze.

You chuckled, your heart light as you leaned in for another kiss. "Not bad at all."

From that moment on, Beetlejuice became more than just a mischievous ghost. He was your mischievous ghost, and though life with him was chaotic and strange, it was also sweet in a way you never expected.

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Alex Brightman is an incredible performer known for his boundless energy, versatility, and charismatic stage presence. He has a unique ability to bring characters to life with humor and heart, whether he's portraying the mischievous Beetlejuice or a rock-loving teacher in School of Rock. His comedic timing is impeccable, and he excels at both physical comedy and delivering emotional depth when needed, making his performances memorable and dynamic. Beyond his talent, Brightman is also beloved by fans for his warmth and humility offstage. He engages with his audience and inspires aspiring performers with his passion for the craft, proving that he's not only a phenomenal actor but also a down-to-earth, dedicated artist. His commitment to his roles and the joy he brings to each performance make him one of the most beloved actors on Broadway today.

I THINK I LOVE ALEX BRIGHTMAN :3

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