kteezy997

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Co-Eds pt. 6//todd anderson

This is corny af and I don’t care. Enjoy.

Neil was waiting up for his roommate to get back later that night. He was grinning ear to ear when Todd walked through the door, a silly little grin on the boy’s face.

“So?” Neil asked, eager to hear what happened.

"What do you mean, so?" Todd answered with a question of his own. He didn't look his friend in the eye, knowing he would turn into a smiling fool if he did. He left his feet to land on his bed with a flop.

"You know exactly what I mean! How did it go with y/n?" Neil got up from his bed, standing over Todd in the opposite one.

His head supported by his bent elbow under his pillow, and his other hand splayed on his chest, Todd shrugged, his bottom lip pursed funny, "Nothing. Just nothing."

Neil gave him a soft jab to the gut, laughing, "Damn it, Anderson! Just tell me!"

"Hey!" Todd winced mockingly, holding his side where he'd been hit. "Okay, okay, I kissed her."

Neil's eyes widened, "You what? You did not kiss her, Todd Anderson!" He leaped onto Todd's bed, shaking him by the shoulders. "Oh, I knew you had it in ya!"

As Todd laughed and held his best friend at bay, their door creaked open, "I heard something about kissing." announced Charlie.

"It was Todd, he kissed her!" called out Neil.

"Yes! Finally! Knox, Pittsie! Everyone! Todd kissed a girl!" Charlie hollered loudly to the boys still in their dorm rooms, and seconds later they started to file in. It was rapturous, the explosion of cheering pride of the Poets for their fellow member.

"He is a romantic after all!"

............................

Y/n couldn’t sleep that night. She tossed and turned all night, unable to turn her brain off. She couldn’t stop thinking about Todd. She was absolutely giddy.

Who knew he had that in him? To kiss her like that, to put his hands on her waist, to press his body against her? Ugh, it drove her crazy! She kept replaying the whole thing in her head all night long, giggling into her pillow, unable to keep still in her bed.

She didn’t mind having bags under her eyes that morning due to lack of sleep. She was riding a high. She was living on a cloud, floating, weightless.

............

The due date of the history paper had come, y/n was quite happy with what she and Todd had produced. But she had to admit that she was sad to see it come to an end. It was what brought them together.

However, she could feel it in her bones that they were headed to much better places together than just history books and jotted down paragraphs.

After class was over, y/n let Todd catch up to her so they could walk out of the classroom together. He smiled at her, walking beside her like he was proud to do it.

"So, Todd, I was thinking we could do something tonight." she announced to him.

"Like uh, study group or something?" he asked,

She giggled, "No, no. I mean just like hang out, you know? Just the two of us, maybe we can watch the sunset. I mean, unless you have some studying to do or homework?"

Todd shook his head immediately, "No, w-we can do that. I promise I'll show up this time."

With an amused grin, y/n turned on her heels, stopping in front of him, "You better, Todd Anderson." She leaned in close to him.

Todd was half expecting her lips to land on his, but at the last second, she pecked his cheek. Of course she couldn't kiss him in the middle of the hallway, with students passing through and teachers lurking from their classrooms. As he watched her walk away, he knew his cheeks were flooding red.

.........

Todd couldn't help but try to remember when he last saw the sun set. With classes by day, homework and studies at night, and Dead Poets Society meetings, he could not recall his last visual sunset, not during the school year anyway.

But he knew that he would not forget the sunset that evening. And it wasn't because of the colors that may blend together, or the puffs of clouds intertwined with the dark contrast of far-away trees in their line of vision. For him, the memorable part was going to be her.

They met at the front entrance of the school, she grabbed his hand, saying, “C’mon, let’s go before they notice we’ve gone.”

Todd let her lead the way, both of them knowing that it was close to curfew. The rules were insanely strict, students weren’t allowed out after sundown. But Poets weren’t afraid to bend the rules now and then.

………

She found a tree for them to sit underneath. There was shade of course, and a light breeze.

Y/n shivered, folding her arms across her chest, “Wow, it’s really cold in the shade. I should have brought my sweater.”

“Oh here, take my jacket.” Todd offered without hesitation, removing his coat and putting it around the girl’s shoulders.

“Thank you.” she giggled, pulling the sides of the jacket around her, trapping her body heat. She and Todd stood face to face, their eyes meeting.

He slid his hands under her hair, freeing the long ends from the confines of the jacket so her locks could flow over her shoulders again. He’d never even touched a girl’s hair before, but with her, every gentlemanly gesture felt natural. He just wanted to keep doing things for her. He wanted her to feel special more than anything.

"Should we sit down?" she suggested.

Todd smiled softly, "Yeah."

She took his hand, leading the way for a few steps, then turning to sit down near the tree trunk. Todd sat next to her, both of them looking ahead toward the sky. The blue was slowly being drawn out by the orange of the sun.

“I hope there’s some pink in the sunset tonight. I love it when that happens, it’s so pretty.”

Todd looked at her, “Yeah it is.” Just not as pretty as you. No, don’t say that.

“So, Todd, do you have any siblings?”

“Yeah. My brother Jeffrey is two years older. He was valedictorian when he graduated a couple years ago.”

“Oh cool. He went to Welton too?”

“Yeah, that’s sorta why I transferred from my old school. Apparently, my parents think I should do everything Jeff does.” he shrugged.

She could tell that something about this topic bothered him. If not his older brother, then it was his parents. “They do know that you are your own person right? Not just an extension of your brother?”

Todd chuckled, bringing his knees up and placing his arms across them. “I don’t know. They just don’t think about me that much. It’s always been all about Jeff.”

“That explains it then.”

He looked over at her, “What do you mean?”

“Why you are the way you are. The younger sibling living in the shadow of the perfect child. You never got to find your voice, Todd Anderson.”

He watched the sky, humming his acknowledgment to her words.

They sat together in comfortable silence for a little while. Y/n enjoyed the quiet and the soft wind on her cheeks. She watched Todd for a moment as he watched the sunset. She found herself with the urge to scoot even closer to him, so she did.

Todd felt her head on his shoulder, he could smell her sweet floral scent, and he leaned into her touch. The two of them keeping a perfect balance together. “So what about you? What’s your family like?” he asked.

“Oh me? I’m an only child. My parents don’t pay much attention to me either. My dad is a workaholic and my mother is too busy getting brunch and shopping to spend any time with me.”

“Well, maybe it’s a good thing we found each other then.” Todd quipped.

Y/n laughed, “Yeah, at least you got a sibling to play with growing up. I just had my grandparents and babysitters.”

“Yeah, sometimes I wonder why my parents bothered having a second child when they already had the perfect one.”

“Maybe they didn’t know he was perfect at first. And despite what you may think, I think you’re worth a great deal, Todd.” As the sky got slowly darker, she placed her hands in the grass, leaning over to peck his cheek.

He hummed a soft, happy note as her lips grazed his face.

She settled snuggly into her spot close to him.

Todd felt bold and put his arm around her.

They watched as the yellow in the sky drifted into orange, then a dark purple-blue color took over, covering the night above them. The dark sky met the horizon with its blades of grass and the high stems of white, fuzzy dandelions.

“Hm.” she huffed, leaning forward and plucking a tall weed out from the ground. “Here,” she turned to him, “make a wish Todd.” she smirked.

With a stupid grin, he said, “Is it too corny if I wished for you?”

April 29, 2025

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @mathematicalwriter @blu-brrys

[kteezy997]

I crave conversation so much. Not about anything in particular. I just want someone to tell me about their passions, their thoughts, opinions. Anything

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Co-Ed’s pt. 5//todd anderson

This part is a bit longer than usual, but it’s worth it(;

That night, y/n lay in her bed, homework finished early, nothing but quietness around her. But her brain was loud. How dare that damn Todd Anderson. Why couldn’t she forget about him for more than a minute? He wasn’t thinking about her, so why was she giving him time in her thoughts?

She was irritated with her longing heart. She knew she needed to put the silly feelings behind her, and move on. But she also knew it would take a little more time.

There was a knock on her door, then an immediate entry. “Hey, are you ready for the Dead Poets meeting?” asked Marsha as she let herself in to a room that was not hers.

“What is the point of knocking if you aren’t going to respect the principle of knocking, Marsha?”

“Because we are going to be late if we don’t leave like right now, come on!” she came over to her friend’s bedside, grabbing and pulling her by the arm.

“No, I’m not going to that.” Y/n resisted, remaining on her comfy, safe bed.

“What do you mean? I already told Charlie and Neil that we were coming! Is this because of Todd?”

“No.” she groaned, shoving her face into her pillow.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fine. He will come to his senses and realize how cool you are, I’m sure of it. Now let’s go!”

“Just go by yourself.” Y/n rolled over onto her back to look at her friend.

“I can’t do that. The guys like you better than me. Well, except for Charlie.” Marsha twirled her hair around her finger.

“Oh, so this is about Charlie. See, I knew you couldn’t be this eager to go to a poetry meeting.” she teased.

“Shut up, that’s not the only reason. I mean, it was kinda fun last time. And it’s something for my best friend and I to do together. And it’s a great way for us to get some smart, romantic boyfriends!” Marsha leaned down, pinching y/n’s cheeks playfully.

Y/n laughed, pushing the other girl away, “Stop it!”

“I will, now come on. They’re expecting us.”

“Fine, fine. If it’ll get you to shut up.” she rose up from the bed, and Marsha cheered, clapping her hands together. Y/n shook her head with a giggle when she stood up, watching her friend hustle to the door. She stopped at her desk on the way out, grabbing her notebook. Maybe she would read something that she had written.

…..

“So, what’s going on with you and y/n?” Neil out his arm across Todd’s shoulders as they made their way to the cave that evening.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on Todd, do you like the girl?”

Todd shrugged, unused to talking about this sort of thing, unused to the feelings inside of him. “I don’t know. I don’t even really know her.”

“But you want to get to know her?”

Todd spoke out of the side of his mouth, “Maybe.”

“See? I knew you had it in you. You’re a poet, Todd, a real romantic. If you like her, make her feel seen, write something for her, do something bold. She must know what you’re feeling.”

“I don’t know, Neil. That’s just not who I am. You know that.”

“But you could be.”

Todd let out a little scoff with a shake of his head as he looked ahead, watching Knox and Charlie as they led the way.

“And I haven’t heard you say that don’t like her.” Neil pointed out.

When Todd looked over at his best friend with his dark brows raised, and he couldn’t help but grin.

………

All of the Dead Poets had just settled into their meeting when they heard footsteps coming in. Marsha led the way for y/n, both girls ducking their heads until it was safe to stand up straight.

"Oh hey guys, I'm glad you made it. Sit down!" called out Neil, greeting the female Poets.

"Thanks Neil." y/n answered, sitting next to Marsha who took the spot by Charlie.

"So, Marsha, I was thinking that if we were a couple, people could save time by just putting our names together and just call us Marshlie." Mr. Dalton declared the cheesy line as he put an arm around the girl.

"Or...Charsha!" Marsha chimed in and she and Charlie laughed, causing an uproar of annoyed groans from the crowd. The boys booed the happy twosome, a couple of them throwing wads of paper at Charlie.

Y/n giggled at the scene, looking across the way to see Todd laughing along. He moved his head, locking eyes with her, but this time he didn't look away. He didn't want to.

With everything inside of him, he wanted to go to her, to take her in his arms and hold her and kiss her for hours. Just looking into her eyes, his heart would swell. But he was not that guy. He couldn't be, could he?

…….

Many poems were read, discussions had, and eventually, Neil looked over at y/n. “Do you have anything that you would like to share this time, y/n?”

Her attention switched from the Perry boy’s dark brown eyes to folded up paper on her hand, “Um, it’s kind of embarrassing and…raw right now. I just scribbled it down one night. I don’t know if I should read it. It’s silly, but I felt better bringing something.”

“Well, you must have brought it for a reason. Even if you don’t know what that is.” Knox pointed out.

“Yeah, and you should know by now that we won’t make fun of you. That’s not what we’re about.” added Neil.

She met Todd’s gaze, taking in what the other boys had said and with a deep breath, she said, “Okay. I’m gonna stay seated for this, if that’s okay?”

“Of course,” Neil said with a happy grin, “I think we can all hear you.”

Todd put his tobacco pipe in his mouth, striking a match to light it. He had the sudden need to stimulate himself in some way. Y/n was about to speak, and he needed a way to calm his nerves.

She unfolded her piece of paper, licking her lips as her eyes grazed over the penciled words. “It’s a poem, or it’s supposed to be.”

“How do I grieve

Something that never was

Like a flower

That never got its chance to bloom

We can blame the rain

For not coming

Or perhaps the sun

Was too much

The soil was not ready

The ground cold and hard”

Before she finished the final line, she looked up, naturally meeting the eyes of Anderson, bright and vividly blue against the dark brown blackness of the cave’s interior.

“Impenetrable”

The boys and Marsha were quiet as she closed the paper in on itself, shoving it into her coat pocket.

"I love it." said Neil. Everyone looked over at him. "I feel that it comes from a really personal place, so we appreciate you sharing with us."

"I like how you related feelings of grief to nature." quipped Charlie, placing his pipe back between his lips after speaking his piece.

To give her friend some comfort, Marsha gave y/n a warm touch on the hand.

..........

Todd felt every word of y/n's poem, taking her art to his heart. He knew that she was getting over him. Whatever simmering feelings she had were coming to a plateau. He had to do something. She was too valuable to lose. He would never forgive himself if he let her go.

Being a wallflower had gotten him nowhere in life, except Welton, in the shadow of his perfect older brother. But he was done with the comparisons. This was for himself, and for her. She needed to know the truth; he liked her back.

He walked several paces behind y/n and Marsha for a couple of minutes, working up the nerve that never came. He knew it was a now or never moment, so he blurted out her name, loudly.

Both girls turned around.

His hands in fists, Todd stood straight, "Um, can I walk you to your door?"

The two girls looked at one another, y/n giving Marsha a nod. She looked at the boy, taking note of how vulnerable he was. She knew it was not easy for him to do what he just did.

"Charlie!" yelled Marsha to the boy walking in the group behind Todd.

As Marshlie caught up to one another, Todd and y/n walked side by side.

"So, I'm really sorry about the research paper."

"I don't care that much about the paper, Todd."

He closed his eyes briefly, trying hard to remember everything he wanted to say to her. "I know. Please, just let me finish. I'll lose my nerve, alright?"

"Okay." she answered, a sly smile threatening to turn up the corners of her lips. She bit her lip, not wanting him to stop his speech, not wanting him to be afraid.

"The truth is that...I've never done this before. I-I I've never liked anybody before. I didn't know how to do it, and I didn't want to screw it up so...I did nothing."

"Well, that is a good way to screw it up." she responded. Wait, did he say he liked me?

"I know that now. It's just in the moment, I was scared. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. Your poem made a lot of sense to me, and I feel so guilty, y/n."

"It's alright, Todd. It means a lot to me that you've spoken up. I know it's hard for you to express yourself."

Todd smiled softly at the girl walking beside him. Now, he could see a clear picture; he could be a good boyfriend, he would do the nicest things for her, and he would get to see her sweet smile in return. Her lips were so soft-looking, with the tiniest gleam of moonlight on them.

..........

"So, I think if we use class time tomorrow, we can get the paper finished, then we can both go over the whole thing, if you want." y/n yapped on about their shared project. She stopped at her door, turning and leaning back against the door. "Make edits, you know.” she shrugged, looking into Todd’s eyes, which was now becoming her favorite thing to do.

“Yeah…yeah.” he agreed, nodding slowly, swiping the tip of his tongue between his lips. His eyes lowered to her lips.

Suddenly, he leaned in, and she let out a small gasp as his mouth met hers. Soft lips, eagerly pressing hers, she felt weak as her heart skipped a beat.

He grew bolder, pressing her fully against the door with his body. He kissed her again, eager to make it good for her. He wanted her to feel everything he couldn’t say.

Y/n giggled in between kisses, placing her hands delicately on his face. “Oh, Todd.” she whispered. “I can’t believe this.” She pulled him into another kiss. She couldn’t get enough.

He leaned into his instincts and put his hands on her hips. He had never felt so warm and so free. His entire body tingled with excitement.

Needing to catch her breath after a moment, she pulled away, holding onto his face, her fingers sprawled across his jaw. “Okay,” she breathed out, “you’re sorry about standing me up on our study date, I get it.” she grinned.

Todd smirked, leaning his forehead on hers.

April 7, 2025

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @mathematicalwriter

@blu-brrys

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Co-Eds pt. 4//todd anderson

Warning: some angst

The next day in History class, the teacher gave the students a chunk of time toward the end of the period to work on their research papers together.

Y/n made her way over to Todd Anderson, softly flinging her notebook onto the desk before she sat down. “So I was up for a bit last night, and I wrote the first two paragraphs. If you want to look over them, proofread them, you can.” she said.

Todd didn’t look up, he stared at the paper of hefty sentences. She couldn’t tell if his mind was blank or if his thoughts were racing. He didn’t react when she kissed his cheek the night before. She worried that he was turned off by her completely.

“Uh, no I trust you.” he cleared his throat, blinking nervously, “I mean, I trust your judgment.”

Okay, I don’t think he likes me. She thought.

“Okay, have you come up with anything?” she asked, ignoring the pain in her adolescent heart as best as she could.

The layers in his short hair shuffled as he shook his head no, “No, I haven’t.”

“Well, that’s no big deal. We have time until it’s due.”

Her next question caused more pain inside of her chest, the idea of having to spend more time with him when he didn’t like her back. But schoolwork must come first if she was going to stay at Welton.

“Do you want to meet in the study room tonight to work on the paper?”

“Yeah, we can do that. I can try to be more prepared.”

She let out a little laugh, “Okay.”

……….

Y/n sat in the study hall for two hours. Todd never showed up. The bustle of boys and girls talking, studying, joking, books dropping onto tables, pages being thumbed through; none of it silenced her hurt.

How dare this boy that she barely knew have such an effect on her. Not only had he indirectly rejected her on a personal level, but now he was aiming to be the cause of a bad grade for her. This was a prestigious preparatory school, so she knew he was capable of doing exceptional schoolwork. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been enrolled. How could he be so thoughtless? How could he dislike her so much that he would either forget to meet up with her or just straight up refuse to.

“Hey, y/n. You’ve been here awhile. What are you working on?” asked Neil Perry, helping himself to the seat across from her.

“The research paper. I was actually supposed to meet Todd here, but he didn’t show.”

“Todd? He told me he was working on Pre-Calc homework tonight. He didn’t say anything about meeting you.”

She shrugged, leaning back in her seat, “Figures.”

“He’s acting weird. I thought he’d gotten past a lot of his shyness.” Neil said, thinking out loud. “Charlie said Todd actually walked you back to your dorm last night. Did he say something? Did something happen?” The brunette boy leaned forward, his arms folded on the tabletop.

Y/n shook her head, “No.” It was only a tiny lie, but kissing a guy and then him not reciprocating wasn’t the sort of thing she wanted to tell Neil, or any of Todd’s friends.

“Hm. Do you want me to talk to him for you? Because I will.”

She winced, it was such a juvenile idea, it didn’t feel appropriate for a senior in high school to have another boy get her crush’s attention for her. “I appreciate the thought, Neil, but I don’t think you should do that. It would just make things weirder.”

“Okay, I understand. I hope he comes around. He’s a good guy, he just doesn’t know it. He doubts himself in just about every situation, so try not to take it too personally.” He stood up, his chair softly creaking against the aging wood floor. He gave her a friendly tap on the shoulder and smile.

Too late. Y/n sighed.

“Oh, I almost forgot: we’re having a meeting again tomorrow night. Please come. We can’t wait to hear something new from you. You’re a great writer, y/n.” Neil gave her a wink that told her he knew.

………

“Can’t believe that jerk Anderson!” grumbled Marsha. “I mean who does he think he is?”

The two girls were walking to history class together the next morning, y/n didn’t want anyone to hear this conversation they were having, “Lower your voice. And he’s not a jerk, he just didn’t like me back.”

“No, he is a jerk for standing you up like that. I mean, you have a freaking paper to work on. It’s a partner project! He has to put in effort too. Plus, you’re the nicest and cutest person I know, y/n, what guy wouldn’t be thrilled getting attention from you?”

“You flatter me, best friend, but it’s a dead issue, it seems.” They both stopped as a certain blond headed boy turned, his blue eyes meeting y/n’s for the briefest of seconds, and he entered the classroom ahead of them.

“He can’t even acknowledge you.” scoffed Marsha.

“He wouldn’t. He’s shy.”

“Maybe he’s just a big jerk.” she argued.

Y/n sighed as she followed her opinionated friend through the threshold of the history class.

……

Same thing as the day before; partners were allowed to work together towards the end of class. Only this time, y/n did not move toward Todd. She decided to work on the paper by herself for the duration of the class.

“Mr. Anderson.” called out the teacher, “Why aren’t you working with your partner?”

Todd looked up from his desk, like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. “Um…”

“Well, get to it, boy.” the teacher barked the order.

He sighed softly, standing up, making his was begrudgingly. He did not wish to speak to her, only because he was embarrassed. He was almost certain that she would be upset with him for missing their study date. If only she knew how tortured he was about it.

As he finally sat down in front of her, she raised her head from the paper. Their eyes met. His cheeks flooded red instantly.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to speak.” she said with sarcasm. “Let me guess, I’m going to have to finish this whole paper myself?”

“N-no, actually I…wrote some last night.” he answered, handing over a couple of sheets of notebook paper.

“Oh.” she said, slowly taking the papers from his hand. She was genuinely surprised and relieved that he was pulling his weight in this assignment. “Great. I’ll look them over and type them up later.”

“Great.” They sat in shared silence for a moment as she read over his sentences. Todd felt a little bold, so he said, “Your paragraphs were really good.”

“Really?” she looked in his eyes, acknowledging his compliment, “When did you have time to write this? In the middle of Pre-Calculus homework?”

His eyes widened, “How di-yeah, I was able to take a break and work on the paper.”

“A long break.” She returned her attention to his portion of the research paper.

Todd watched her read, he held his pencil with his thumb pressing onto the eraser, his knee shaking with nerves. He wanted so badly to talk to her, but what on earth would he say? She thinks the worst of him after last night, surely.

The bell rang, everyone started to leave the classroom with familiar sounds of chatter and moving chairs. Y/n stood up, picking up her things and she said to Todd, “Look, we can just work on our parts of the paper separately. I’m sorry that I picked you as a partner. I shouldn’t have assumed that you would have wanted that.”

Before he could open his mouth to respond, she was gone, into the sea of students fleeing to their next class. He sat at the desk, his chest hurting like the wind had been knocked out of him. He felt his throat closing up.

Evidently, he was the last student in the room. The teacher asked, “Everything alright, Anderson?”

Thrusted back into reality, Todd nodded, “Y-yes. Yes, sir.” He got up quickly, leaving the room.

March 30, 2025

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @mathematicalwriter

[kteezy997]

It’s giving “we look like a shitty band” “we ARE a shitty band”

they’re so awkward lol help me

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ugh come back we miss uuuu

I ain’t gone nowhere I’m just not writing for Timmy

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Co-Eds pt. 3//todd anderson

Warnings: none other than some fluff

7:34.

The boys were running late. Marsha was not impressed.

“I didn’t even want to come to this stupid poetry meeting anyway, and on top of that they’re late!” she folded her arms defiantly across her chest. Her brows furrowed in annoyance. “They should be grateful us girls even considered coming to this function.”

“Just calm down, Marsha, it’s only a couple of minutes.” Y/n knew that her friend was cutting her nighttime beauty routine short by accompanying her tonight. But she needed someone to help ground her with all these new acquaintances. She wanted to befriend the boys, she wanted them to like her.

“Well, I’m tempted to just go right back to our dorm.” Marsha muttered. She did not care to be liked, and certainly not by a collection of nerdy boys.

“You don’t have to do that.” called a young male voice as you heard various footsteps trickle in the crunch of the lawn. Neil Perry smiled at y/n and her disgruntled friend. Each boy wore a black hooded overcoat.

“You’ll have to forgive us, ladies, it’s quite a walk from our dormitory.” said Charlie Dalton, a smoking pipe in his hand, the mouthpiece near his lips which were turned up into a smirk as he eyed Marsha.

The girl rolled her eyes, scoffing softly at the flirtatious Dalton. “Alright, if we’re all here let’s get this thing moving.”

“This delightful creature must be Marsha.” Neil commented with a little chuckle. There were little spurts of laughter from the guys behind him. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone on the way. Follow me.”

As Neil lead the way to the cave, y/n fell into the pack, seeing Todd, Knox, Meeks, a boy who introduced himself as Gerald Pitts, and another who said his name was Richard Cameron.

She stuck behind Todd, but not following too closely. She didn’t want to scare the quiet boy away. Seeing him in the darkness of the evening time felt different from school hours. Maybe he would be more at ease?

The terrain became slightly more rough, with small bits of elevation. Y/n hoped she could make it to the destination without falling.

She couldn’t stop thinking of how sweet it would be if the blonde boy in front of her would hold his hand out for her. She could hang on to him, for he was a Poet, he knew this terrain, he could show her the way, he could squeeze her hand with both tenderness and security. Maybe that was the type of boy he was. She had so much hope.

She decided to make a small attempt at getting the handsome boy’s attention. It was a bit of a slope climbing down into the cave. It was also scary and the light from outside became more faint. She could handle it on her own, but she wanted help. His help. This could be a test.

“Todd, would it be okay if I held onto you? I’m afraid I might fall.”

She saw the flash of his blue eyes as he quickly turned his head, “Oh. Yes!”

Was he eager for this? He didn’t seem like the type of person to be easily excitable. Maybe she was wrong about him.

She grinned, “Okay.” she put her hand out, he grabbed it gingerly, keeping her steady as she stepped down to the level ground of the hollowed out section of the cave. Todd’s hand was warm, his blood paying no mind to the chilly air of the night. And his skin was soft, save for the spot her thumb grazed over on his middle finger which was slightly callused, probably due to writing, she figured. Her hand featured the same minuscule deformity.

He didn’t release her hand right away. They stood close, waiting for the others. Y/n swore to herself that she could feel the heat from his body, he smelled of soap and a scent that reminded her of old books, stories that you pick up after seeing how desperate they were to be opened.

Todd looked at her, a nervous lump formed in his throat which he cleared with an odd hum. Realizing he was still hanging to her hand, soft and delicate, and so small in comparison to his, he dropped it. “Sorry.” he muttered, looking away and taking a seat just a foot or so away from Neil.

“Come on in everyone, sit down.” Neil instructed.

Marsha sat on the other side of him. She kept her eyes on y/n, who gave her a smile.

Suddenly, Charlie caught up and sat next to her. “This spot taken?” he asked, taking a puff of his pipe.

As he blew out the smoke, Marsha waved her hand to shoo it away. “Whatever.”

Y/n looked down at Todd, he was also lighting a pipe along with Neil. Just as she was going to open her mouth to ask, Neil said, “Go on and have a seat next to Todd, y/n.” He smiled, and she began to think that he knew. It was that twinkle in his dark chocolate eyes that said ‘I’m going to help you.’

Todd obliged, scooting over on the dirt floor to give her plenty of room.

“It’s alright, Todd, I won’t bite.” Ugh, what a dorky thing to say to the boy you like.

“I know.” Todd responded.

He barely looked at her when he spoke, and she felt discouraged by his curt response. But it wasn’t a complete deterrent. She, along with Todd and everyone else’s attention was caught by Neil, who spoke to the whole of them as a leader.

"So, I think we should start as we normally would, so the new potential members can see how these meetings take place, and if they have anything they wish to share, they may jump in whenever they feel like it. We would love to hear from you." Neil said, looking at y/n, then to Marsha.

As the meeting commenced in the lantern-lit cave, it felt so refreshing for her to hear teenage boys being more than just teenage boys. Neil shared a poem he found from a book, Charlie shared something original of his, though it carried some sexual undertones, it was still sweet and sincere, and Knox shared a piece as well, a poem titled, Loving Chris.

Y/n was so moved by the boys’ ability to be so honest and vulnerable, that she felt confident enough to share her own poem.

"I have something. It's not very good, I mean, I've never tried writing a poem before, so I might not have done it right." she admitted, hoping she wasn’t about to make a fool of herself.

Neil gave her a reassuring smile, "There is no right or wrong in poetry. At least not here. Go on, we are here to listen."

As she took the piece of paper out of her coat pocket, she felt all of the boys looking at her, but they weren't waiting for the opportunity to make fun or laugh at her. They looked at her with openness and care, and she felt safe.

Todd’s eyes were on her, like he was not going to look away anytime soon. She felt his gaze, it was the thing her body was most aware of. She could sense that he was ready to receive whatever she was about to put out into the cave.

Y/n did as the others had done when it was their turn; she stood up, unfolded the crumply paper, and taking a breath, she read aloud.

"I wish you were here I say to the love of my life whom I haven't met yet I wish I could kiss you hug you love you with the very same warmth that I crave I wish you were here"

It was totally silent when she finished. She sat back down, feeling anxious. Part of her wished she hadn’t shared it.

“Wow, that was amazing, y/n.” Neil said, and he started to clap and Charlie joined in and before she knew it, everyone was clapping and cheering, even Todd was clapping and smiling.

Y/n blushed and smiled like an idiot. She had never felt so happy and included. “It’s not great, but I wanted to have something to read so that maybe you’d let me be in the club.”

“Of course you can be in the club!” exclaimed Neil.

“You’ve really captured what love is all about. It’s a craving, it really is.” said Knox.

Charlie stood up, “I declare y/n and Marsha official members of the Dead Poets Society!”

…….

“Your poem was really good by the way.” Marsha told y/n as they walked back toward campus. “Was it about that Todd guy?”

“Shh! Marsha.” she whisper-screamed, “Not so loud. He’s literally behind us.”

“Okay! Sorry. So it is him.” Marsha giggled. “Well, I can help.” she looked back, “Hey, Charlie Dalton!”

Not missing a beat, Charlie hustled up, “My ladies.” he greeted with a nod.

“Walk me to my room. And have your buddy, Todd, accompany y/n.”

“Oh, of course.” Charlie turned back, shouting, “Anderson!”

Todd took big steps forward to catch up with the three of you.

Y/n made eye contact with him, but looked away shyly, though she didn’t know why.

“Walk with y/n back to her dorm.”

“Whatever you say, Nuwanda.” answered Todd, shaking his head as Charlie and Marsha walked off together.

You smiled politely at him as you began walking side by side.

It was quiet for a moment, then he said, “I really liked your poem, by the way.”

“You did?” she cut your eyes over at him, “Thank you. You didn’t think it was corny?”

Todd shook his head, “No, it was just honest.”

She walked for a moment more, “Um, why didn’t you read anything?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

“Oh, I don’t usually. I uh, don’t like to speak in front of people.” he looked over at her, their eyes meeting.

She couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah, I get that. Some people just can’t do that sort of thing. I was always scared to do it, but then I just decided to not care so much.”

“I thought you were really brave back there.”

Y/n shrugged, “All I did was read from a piece of paper.”

“No, it was a great thing.” insisted the shy boy, “I thought it was beautiful, I mean, what you wrote, and the way you read it, I really liked it.”

She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, “Well, thank you. You’re kinda sweet, Todd.” She looked over at him, moonlight reflecting in the golden pieces of his hair.

Todd smiled at her, still not showing teeth, but it was cute in her eyes nonetheless. “Thanks. So are you.”

……

“This is mine.” she said, stopping at her door in the hallway. Her back to the door, she faced the boy, “Thank you for walking me…home.” she grinned.

“You’re welcome.” he idly grabbed at his coat, nervousness causing his need to keep his hands busy, “I’ll see you in class.”

“Yeah, I look forward to it.” She decided not to think twice, or she’d lose her nerve, she took a slight step forward, and placing a light hand on his shoulder, she pecked him on the cheek. His skin was soft, and he smelled even better the closer she got to him.

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl

[kteezy997]

So you wont be writing for timmy anymore :( ? love u btw💓💓

Not at the moment, no

[kteezy997]

I miss u so much 😭

I’m still here! Just not writing for Timmy lol

Here try out my new series: https://www.tumblr.com/kteezy997/777214015226118144/co-eds-pt-1todd-anderson

[kteezy997]

reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

[kteezy997]

Co-Eds pt. 2// todd anderson

Warnings: this is cheesy af, also glimmers of fluff? enjoy!

“Alright, now that you’ve got your partners, I’m going to give you some time here in class to discuss your topic with each other.” the history teacher announced.

As the room filled with up with the sounds of scooting chairs and footsteps, Neil tapped his friend on the shoulder, “Go to her, Todd. She’ll like that you’re taking initiative too.” he kept his voice low so no one else would hear.

Todd, a bit flustered, gave Neil a simple, reluctant nod, gathering his books and getting up from his desk.

Y/n was about to stand up as he approached her desk, “Oh, hello.” she giggled when she saw him.

“Hello.” he said back, a nervous grin sneaking its way onto his lips.

“Well, sit down.” she instructed with a small gesture to the empty desk behind her as she settled into her own seat.

“Right, yeah.” he muttered nervously under his breath as he sat down. “So, um w-why did you pick me? As your partner, I mean, you could have picked anyone.”

Y/n shrugged, “Well, I guess the obvious choice for me would have been to pick my friend Marsha from my old school, but I think that would have defeated the purpose of coming to a new school. Us girls should be getting to know you boys right? And you seem nice, Todd. Maybe a little quiet,” she shrugged lightly, “but nice. And you go here, so obviously you’re smart too, and I want a good grade on this paper.”

Wow, she talks a lot, it’s so cute.

“Do you wish I would have picked someone else?” Y/n asked, desperate to make sure she didn’t make a mistake, desperate to know that he didn’t already dislike her.

“No!” he shook his head, “No, not at all.”

She grinned, quite pleased with his answer. “Okay, good. So, do you have an idea for our research topic?”

Todd’s eyes widened. He hadn’t thought about the paper at all. All he really knew was how her silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, how sweet her headband looked, plaid to match her skirt. “Oh, uh, no, I have no idea.” he replied.

“Okay, well maybe we can pick something that happened during World War Two, I mean, there’s a spot to narrow down our topic right?”

He was finding it hard to respond to her, he was so lost looking in her eyes. Her eyelashes were so long, she batted them so well. He nodded, “Mm-hm. Yeah that sounds good.”

Y/n smiled softly. “Great. Now, the paper is supposed to be ten pages, so let’s map out how we want to write it.”

……….

By the end of history class, Todd Anderson was in love. But he would never admit it. Not to himself, or to anyone else, especially not to her. No, she was too lovely, too smart, too perfect for him to bother her. He wouldn’t be a good boyfriend, he thought, even if it were something she would consider. He didn’t think she would find him to be any fun. He wouldn’t be worth her time, he told himself.

The bell rang, the boys and girls huddled out of class like cattle with the roar of eager feet on the floor and flirty exchanges between the sexes.

“Man, did you see the tits on that blonde girl?” Charlie boasted, the rest of the guys laughing. “She is hot!” he exclaimed. “Neil, you make progress with that redhead or what?”

Neil grinned, there was a twinkle in his eyes, “No, no, but there’s still time.”

“Nice, nice.” praised Charlie. He hustled a little bit to catch up with Todd, “Toddy, what about you and your girl?” He leaned in close, wanting to know every detail.

“She’s not my girl. She’s a girl.” Todd mumbled.

“Yes, and she picked you for a partner, and why is that?” Charlie had no issue with probing. It was his mission to get the girls here, after all. He wanted his boys to make good on it.

“Because she’s just being nice.” The blonde haired boy insisted.

“Hmm.” Charlie wasn’t fully convinced, nor satisfied with Todd’s answer. “You’ll come around, Anderson.”

Neil followed close behind, asking Todd, “Hey, you’re coming to the meeting tonight right?”

“Yeah, Neil, I’m a member.” Todd grumbled in slight annoyance.

“Just making sure. Jeez, is your new girlfriend the only one who gets your good side now?”

Knox happened upon the boys, “Wait, Todd has a girlfriend now? Boy, you move fast, the girls just got here today.”

The rumble of laughter made Todd’s cheeks flare up. “Guys, just shut up okay?” he snapped, stopping at his locker.

“Hey, take it easy. We’re just messing with you, Todd. It’s okay if you like her.” Neil insisted, trying to comfort his friend.

“Well, I don’t, okay? So just stop.” Todd warned. He shut his locker door, heading to his next class.

…….

It was the last class of the day, and Todd, like the rest of the students, was drained. It has been a long first day back.

The final bell rang, concluding the school day. As Todd got up from his desk, he was startled when y/n walked over to him. Of course, he knew she was in the class, but what was she going to say to him?

“Hey, so I was just wondering if you’d want to get together in study hall to work on the history paper?” she looked at him, slowly turning on her heels to walk out of the classroom with him.

“The paper…yes.” he stammered, “Yes, we could do that.” he answered following her lead.

“Cool, so you wanna start tomorrow?”

Just as the shy boy opened his mouth to speak, he heard the familiar chatter of his charming friend group.

“Todd!” called Neil. Charlie, Knox, Meeks, and even Pitts were in the herd.

Todd rolled his eyes, knowing that this interaction would cause nothing but embarrassment for him.

“Y/n, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Neil. This is Charlie Dalton.” he went on introducing each of the boys, then continued, “And we, along with Todd here, are all members of the Dead Poets Society.”

“Neil, what are you doing?” Todd asked him, urgently.

Neil hushed his concerned friend, keeping his attention on y/n.

“What’s the Dead Poets Society?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“I’m glad you asked.” Neil, ever the to put in a show, put an arm around each guy that was next to him, which happened to be Todd to his right, and Steven Meeks to his left. “It’s us, we are the Poets. See, what we do is, we meet up at night in cave down by the bridge, and we recite poetry. It’s an older Welton tradition that we revived last year. We read our own original works, classics, even little blurbs that we might see in a magazine or something, but what matters is that we are seizing the day. That’s what it’s about: passion, beauty, making your life extraordinary.”

“Wow, that’s pretty cool. That sounds like Mr. Keating.”

“Yes, exactly! He’s the one that started it when he was a student here. So, would you like to come to a meeting? There’s one tonight.”

“Um, maybe. Would it be alright if I brought my friend Marsha along?”

Charlie butted in, “Of course, please, bring as many friends as you like. The more the merrier.”

“Okay, Charlie, she gets it.” Neil gently pushed the eager boy back. “Remember though, it’s basically a secret society, so discretion is preferred. We will meet you out back at 7:30 sharp.”

Y/n giggled, “Okay. I understand. We will be discreet.” she nodded.

“Great, we can’t wait.” Neil said as y/n gave the boys a kind smile and walked away. She gave a little look to Todd before she turned her back.

“Neil, what are you doing?” Todd demanded, he was dying inside during the whole discussion with y/n.

“Helping you and the rest of us get girlfriends.”

“It’s not meant for girls.”

“Welton has welcomed girls, so the Dead Poets can give it a try too.” Neil insisted.

March 11, 2025

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl

[kteezy997]

your todd anderson fic is so lovely! I love the way you wrote him, it feels so genuine to his character

Thank you so much!! Such a compliment 😊

[kteezy997]

Co-Eds pt. 1//todd anderson

Information: this does not directly follow the movie, Dead Poets Society’s plot. It takes place the following school year after the film ends.

Warnings: mention of masturbation right off the bat lol oops

They did it. Apparently, they took Charlie’s suggestion to heart, after punishing him initially. Welton Academy decided it was time to allow girls to attend. The boys, especially the Poets, were ecstatic. “Now we won’t have to jerk off as much!” One of them had said, making Todd blush, but ultimately shake his head with a chuckle.

It was still warm when the first day back to school came, but the leaves were starting to change and were plucked from the trees with the promising fall breeze. Summer was officially over. Senior year was beginning.

Neil put his arm around his best friend and roommate, Todd, “Now we get to put our poetry skills to good use.” he nodded to the flock of females on the campus lawn, “Look at all of them!”

Todd, never really knowing what to say in these conversations, smiled softly, joining Neil in the girl gazing.

Being in an all-boys school could feel pretty isolating from the outside world, namely from the opposite sex. Todd had read all about women in fictional books and heard all about romance and passion in Mr. Keating’s class last year. He found all of it wondrously fascinating. But to put it into reality was unimaginable for someone like him. He hadn’t even gained the confidence to read aloud during Dead Poet meetings with his close friends, let alone even speak to a girl.

The rest of the guys caught up to Neil and Todd, each of them oohing and awing at the girls waiting to go inside. The exception was Knox, who only had eyes for his girlfriend, Chris.

“Good morning, ladies.” Neil greeted a group of them as they walked by.

Charlie chimed in as well, asking some of the girls if they were excited to start at Welton.

“I’d never have the courage to do something like that.” Todd thought to himself.

As the bell rang, he happened to look over and notice three girls looking at him specifically, one of them even waved. He smiled right at them for a second, waving politely before he looked away. As he headed in with the herd, he knew he was red in the face.

Todd found his assigned locker, and there was already a girl to the left of it putting things into hers. He made eye contact, and she smiled kindly at him.

He then opened his locker, placing his book bag inside, grabbing a notebook and other things he needed for his first class. He couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty she was. He could smell her too, her scent was of roses and light hints of vanilla.

“Hi, I’m y/n. Is this your first year at Welton too?” a feminine voice chirped next to him.

Todd looked at the girl, brows raised as if to ask, ‘Who, me?’ “Oh, uh-mm, no I was here last year.”

“Oh, that’s cool. I’m new…obviously.” she giggled.

Todd couldn’t help but smile at her. It had only been a little over a year since he’d been back at his old school that was a co-education, but a year at an all-boys school, especially one as elite and serious as Welton, felt like a lifetime.

“So, are you a senior?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I am.” Todd tried his best to keep his trembling at bay.

“Me too! So maybe we’ll have some classes together…”

The long pause and the questioning look on her face was all kind of silly to him before he finally realized that she wanted to know his name. What was it again? “Todd.” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Todd Anderson.”

The girl smiled at him again, “Well, Todd, it’s nice meeting you.” she closed her locker, “Um, can I ask you...which is the history classroom? They showed us during orientation, but I can't remember."

His eyes widened, he couldn’t believe she was still talking to him. She was so lovely, like the type of girl that poetry was made for. “Oh, it’s-a just passed the lockers, second door on the left.”

She smiled appreciatively at him, “Great, thanks. I’ll see you around, Todd.” she sang, turning to catch up with another girl that had called her name. She turned her head slightly to look back at Todd and give him a friendly wave.

“See you.” he said, but she was already too far away to hear him.

Suddenly, he felt a slam of an arm across his shoulders. Charlie.

“There’s no way that Todd Anderson was talking to a girl.”

“He definitely was.” chimed in an enthusiastic Neil Perry, a proud smile splayed over his mouth.

“No, I wasn’t. Not really.” answered Todd, brushing off the interaction.

“No, no, we saw that little wave she gave you. She’d totally sleep with you, Anderson.” Charlie teased as the group walked to class together. The bell rang again, “Aw, second bell. Better get to class before we’re all marked late.” he said sarcastically. “We will talk about this later.” he rubbed the top of Todd’s dark blonde head teasingly.

Todd shrugged off his friend’s typical antics with a laugh.

…….

U.S. History class. Typically, this would be a snooze fest for the poets, but this year, of course, was different. Instead of dozing off or doodling during the lecture, the boys could try to gain the attention of the young ladies in the class.

Charlie Dalton had the best time, passing notes to girls and giving them nods. Neil caught the eyes of a few girls. Steven Meeks mostly just smiled at them awkwardly.

Todd kept to himself as he usually did. He’d hate to say something and end up sounding stupid. Nothing he said ever came out right.

“Now, you’ll have a research paper due at the end of the quarter. But I’ve decided to add a twist. Since it is our first year with females attending, I will let them pick their partners. And yes, you’ll be working on your paper in pairs.”

Murmurs and soft chatter filled the classroom.

“Yes, gentlemen there's a chance you will be paired up with one of the ladies but remember that there’s work to be done. Conduct yourselves with respect and discipline. We don't want to scare these young ladies out of the school when they've only just arrived, do we?"

Some mild laughter sprouted through the class.

"Now, I’ll just begin alphabetically. Go on and pick your partner when your name is called, ladies. Let’s see…” the teacher picked up his clipboard with the class list, “Ah, y/n y/l/n. You may make your choice.”

Todd perked up when he heard her name, he knew where she was sitting as he had spotted her at the beginning of the of class. His eyes found her in an instant.

Y/n took a second to scan the room, but she already knew who she wanted her partner to be. “Todd Anderson.”

He nearly swallowed his tongue.

March 5, 2025

Author’s Note:

I know this is a leap from what I usually publish. No, I’m not anti-Timothée. I’m just a bit burnt out. And it’s not his fault. I just want to write for Ethan Hawke. lol I hope you stick around, but if you want to unfollow, I completely understand. and if you happen to be here from the DPS fandom, HI LETS BE FRIENDS!

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@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl

[kteezy997]

“It was warm and sweet and kind and lovely and true.”

Well done!

Under the Willow Tree

⚠️18+ [Minors DNI]⚠️

Summary:

"He moved a hand to your face, caressing your smooth cheek, and in that moment the world disappeared." A picnic under the willow tree with your "best friend" Todd. sappy lovey romantic poetic smut ok this will def become a series

Notes:

reader can be any race and weight as long as they are not bald :) comments are highly appreciated

It had been a year since the Welton Henley Hall merge and you had been living on the new west wing of the ‘strictly girls’ boarding houses for a while. Through classes you had finally made friends with boys you found respectable. You had your little group, Neil, Knox, Poppy, Charlie, Meeks and Pitts, Cameron, you and Todd.

You and Poppy had been the first to join Mr Keatings english class and she, being the extrovert she is, immediately connected with the horniest boy in the room, Dalton. Through being dragged along on awkward dates you did get to know Charlie and thankfully also his wingman Neil. Through Neil and Charlie you were introduced to the rest of the poets.

You began forming a connection with all of them, helping Neil rehearse for his plays because you loved to watch him act, working on a radio with Meeks and Pitts, going on walks with Knox to pick flowers, and getting study tips from Cameron.

But the time you cherished the most was the time you spent reading and writing and talking with Todd. Todd, like you, had a shy exterior, you had to be introduced by friends and at first your conversations were awkward and stilted, punctuated by furtive glances and blushed cheeks but eventually you just clicked. Todd soon became your best friend and you each saw a side of each other no one else had.

Late afternoons you would read Whitman under a willow tree in a hidden patch of the forest, sometimes Todd would get up and start dancing and laughing as he read, grabbing you by the hands to spin you around until you both tumbled over. One of Todd's favorite activities though was listening to you sing. Once he found out you could, he spent a week begging you to sing him something, even a little, until you finally agreed, under the condition that you got to play with his smooth, dirty blonde hair.

You had always wondered what it felt like, it always looked so soft and clean. So one warm Saturday afternoon, sitting on a blanket under the willow, Todd slowly lay his head in your skirt as you began to sing. An old gospel song you had learnt in sunday school, years ago,

As I went down in the river to pray Studying about that good old way And who shall wear the robe and crown Good Lord, show me the way.

Todds eyelashes fluttered shut as you ran your fingers back through his hair, reveling in its softness,

O brothers let's go down Let's go down, come on down Come on brothers let's go down Down in the river to pray

A soft smile crossed his rosy lips and you began to notice the light dusting of freckles against his alabaster skin.

As I went down in the river to pray Studying about that good old way And who shall wear the starry crown Good Lord, show me the way.

You stopped singing as Todd sat up, twisting so you faces were inches apart, his hair was messy, his lips slightly parted and his blue eyes were clouded with love. His hands were either side of you against the tree in an almost protective position and in a slow, dream-like trance you raised your hand to feel his cheek with your thumb. His skin was soft and warm and connecting to it like this stirred something inside you. He continued to breathe, staring longingly into your eyes as you moved your fingers across to his lips, so soft and inviting, his warm breath brushing your fingers. He moved a hand to your face, caressing your smooth cheek, and in that moment the world disappeared. You saw, as if from a bird's-eye view, two young lovers under a willow tree, body’s so close they shared the same air. A boy with his blue sweater, unbuttoned collar peeking out the top and khaki pants. A girl, her hair tied with a bow, wearing the boy's oversized cable knit sweater and a small skirt. You watched for a moment, admiring how perfect they looked together until you heard, or rather felt your name whispered against your lips.

‘Y/N’ the poet breathed ‘can i’ he glanced down at your rosy lips ‘may i kiss you?’

Your lips met fully as you fell into his warmth, he tasted like sunset and home. You lifted your chin as he pulled you in, gently placing a hand on the small of your back, pressing you as close as possible. You arched into him as you deepened the kiss longing to feel more of him, your hands moving from his warm chest to his soft hair. It felt like flying, kissing Todd Anderson, so gentle and yet so firm, so sweet and so lustful, a dance in perfect time. You broke the kiss, only to catch your breath and Todd rested his forehead against yours breathing, his now glossy lips revealing a row of perfect white teeth.

‘Wow’ he sighed

‘Wow’ you looked into his adoring eyes.

And as Todd opened his mouth to speak again a sudden need rushed through your body and you kissed him passionately. He was taken aback for a moment but quickly tightened his grip on your waist, holding your body's flush, together you rose to your knees as you leaned back into his hands. Todd kissed you hungrily, in a way you couldn't expect from him, and as your tongues met you felt yourself grow increasingly aroused at the closeness.

Todd slowly began kissing down your jaw to your neck eliciting soft moans as you began to tug at the hem of his sweater. He leaned back and removed it with a cat-like grin that you had never seen before but that made you want him more than possible. You lifted your arms as he removed your (well his) sweater and began feverishly unbuttoning your tight, white tshirt. His long fingers made quick work of your shirt as he pushed it down your shoulders, still kissing you hotly. He leaned back, hands on your waist, to admire your flawless skin. He ran a light hand over your collar bone as you melted to his touch, his hand traveled down your side, carefully avoiding your breast, to your stomach where he rubbed his thumb over the skin. He looked up at you through his long lashes then down at your low cut, blue floral bra, and more importantly your soft round breasts.

He glanced up again questioningly,

‘Please Todd’ you whispered ‘Touch me’

That confirmation was all he needed to cup his large hand around one of your breasts, kneading it softly and groaning at the feeling. He moved his head down toward them and glanced up a final time before his wet mouth connected with the skin covering your sternum. Slowly he traveled down your cleavage before moving to your left breast leaving small love bites in his wake. You hummed in pleasure as he pulled away the fabric, his hot breath hitting your exposed nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, tongue circling the sensitive skin causing you to whine breathily. Once he was satisfied with the left he moved on to the right still groping the left as he did. Once he had you leaning back on your arms, squirming and moaning his name he pulled away, you whined at the loss of connection until you saw him begin to unbutton his white shirt. You sat up staring longingly as more of his pale, lightly freckled chest was revealed, his muscles were taught and clearly visible, he looked as if he was carved from stone and as he shrugged off his shirt you felt your mouth begin to water. You sat up fully, holding him by the shoulders, cheeks touching as you breathed in his scent, distinctly masculine, like freshly washed sheets or a newly opened book, it filled your chest and stomach and back as you shut your eyes and basked in it. You moved together, not kissing, but breathing, feeling the pull of each other's energy.

You ran your hands down his freckled shoulders observing the rise and fall of his muscles, down his forearms covered in light blonde hairs, to his hands, silky and veined. You brought his hand to your mouth kissing the pads of his fingers and slowly inviting his pointer and middle into your mouth, you licked and sucked sensuously as he stared at the lustful sight. Drawing back, you licked saliva from your lips and continued your exploration. As you began kissing down his chest, feeling his warm skin you caught a glimpse of his bulge, straining against the front of his pants. He lowered himself onto his elbows as you savoured the feeling of his abs on your lips, you felt his hand brush through your hair to your cheek as he lifted your face and looked lovingly into your eyes.

‘hey, you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to right?’ Todd said earnestly

“Little you know” you began to quote as you sensually crawled up his body, ‘the subtle electric fire for your sake playing within me.’ you finished with a soft kiss to his lips.

‘Whitman’ He smiled

‘i fear i am in love’ you mused

‘And i quite the same’ he whispered hot against your lips ‘O to draw you to me, O to be yielded to you, coming naked to me at night,'

'And you to be yielded to me, in defiance of the world’ he spoke as if kissing, moving and breathing and teasing.

‘Your body to me is sweet, clean, loving, strong,’ you spoke kissing his jaw

‘Your eyes are more to me than poems,’ you began traveling back down his neck

‘Your lips do better than play music,’ down his hot chest

‘The lines of your cheeks, the lashes of your eyes, are eloquent to me,’ over the hills and valleys of his toned abdomen

‘This face is flavor’d fruit ready for eating.’ you unbuttoned his trousers

‘You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh,’ unzipping them slowly

‘You take of my hair, breast, hands, in return,’ kissing his hip bones

‘Our flesh, and even a part of our flesh,’you lock eyes with the sandy haired poet, light eyes now dark with lust,

‘seems more than senses and life.’ he finishes for you as you remove his trousers and boxers in one fluid motion, freeing his throbbing member.

Todd sucked in a breath, cock twitching at the sudden cold as it sprung from his boxers. You stared in awe at his glistening member, already dripping with precum, it was large, more than 6 inches, and erect. You looked up at him unsure.

‘I have never done this before’

‘Its ok’ Todd assured ‘I'll tell you what feels good and what doesn't’

And you trusted him to do so.

You leaned forward, taking the tip into your mouth as you tasted him, warm and slightly salty, but knowing it was Todds made it taste like lust. You lowered, taking as much into your mouth as you could, Todd hummed with pleasure and let out a low moan when you felt the tip hit the back of your throat.

‘Mm yes, perfect’

His praise swallowed you whole as you began acting on instinct, taking what couldn’t fit into your mouth in hand, you began to bob your head up and down, slowly hitting the back of your throat every time. Your mouth filled with saliva and precum, dripping out onto your chin. Todd lovingly used his free arm to hold back your hair as you worked. His head fell back as he continued to groan and whisper your name like a prayer. You felt him guide your head faster and you swirled your tongue slightly causing his hips to buck. This involuntary show of desire caused you to moan around his cock, sending vibration through his body, his lips came together to stifle a moan and he whispered breathlessly.

‘Fuck Y/N im getting close, should i-’

But his words were cut off by a long, drawn out ‘fuck-’ as you took his entire length into your hot, wet mouth. He gripped your hair tightly and you felt his cock twitch as hot salty liquid shot down your throat, you swallowed as much as you could, longing to be filled with his love, and as you pulled back, come and spit dripping from your chin to your breasts, he stared, open mouthed.

‘If I am to have so much, let me have more, Drunken and crazy with love, swing in its plummetless sea.’ he recited

You bashfully wiped your mouth as you sat back on your heels.

‘Oh my- that was perfect’ Todd spoke

His eyes scanned your body

‘i have never bared witness to something so breathtakingly beautiful’ he started, holding you with a loving gentleness, ‘so sweet, so lovely’ he smiled as he began to lay you down,’so kind and fulfilling’ he removed your skirt exposing your matching floral panties, now soaked, ‘and sensual’ he mouthed at your navel, ‘something i want’ he breathed pressing a kiss to your hip bone, ‘something i need’ kissing the other, he moved to face your hot core, leaving wet kisses up your thighs ‘bid away matters of the mind, and think only with your heart�� Your head falls back, mouth open wide as you arch into the feeling of Todd's wet tongue running over your panties, but before you can moan out his name he captures your lips in a wet, sensuous kiss, the friction of his tongue being replaced by his long, capable fingers. He hooks his fingers under the waist of the garment and looks to you for permission before slowly pulling them down.

‘I have never done this before either’ Todd admitted as he leaned forward to kiss you

‘I trust you Todd’ you felt him grow harder at your words.

With newfound confidence he tentatively swiped two fingers through your folds, stopping when he felt you shudder at contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves. He quickly glanced back up at you,

‘Good or bad?’ he questioned,

‘Good… really good’ you breathed as he began to circle your clit.

You stared lovingly into his face as he slowly widened his circles until he stopped at your entrance,

‘Todd’ you said softly,

‘Hm?’ he looked up at you in that Todd way, mouth slightly open, blue eyes innocently questioning, dirty blond hair parted to one side.

‘Im a virgin’ you breathed against his lips,

The thought had never crossed your mind since you came to Welton, Poppy had always talked about sex and how great Charlie was in bed but you had never met anyone you thought you could trust with your body, so open and vulnerable, until you met Todd. With him everything just felt so right, a perfect boy, a handsome man, a lover.

‘I want you to be the one’ you whispered,

He kissed you softly, much slower than before but something felt different, like he had transferred part of his soul with that kiss and just as slowly and with as much care, he pressed his warm finger into you. You both shut your eyes, enjoying the sensation, he groaned at the feeling of you clenching around his long nimble finger, growing almost unbearably hard. You moaned loudly as he curled his finger hitting a spot that sent a rush through you.

‘Please Todd- Please’ you whined biting your lip

‘Please what petal, please what?’ Todd urged, eager to please

‘Faster’ you panted.

Todd was a fast learner as he soon found a pace that had you heaving for breath and begging for more all at once, he slowed slightly but before you could complain he added a second finger, pumping them into your throbbing core.

You bit your lip as a mix of pain and pleasure rocked through your body

‘Is that o-’ you swallowed Todd's question in a kiss that neither of you could ever forget, hot and wet and sweet, your tongues working in harmony, both of you making obscene noises as you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter.

‘Todd i need you’

‘Im here, i'm here whatever you need’ he breathed still pumping in and out of you

‘I need all of you please’ you whined needily.

‘Ok’ he removed his fingers from your warmth and smoothed your lust onto his already hardened cock.

Kneeling in front of you he teased your entrance with his tip as you gazed dreamily up at his figure, the gold afternoon sun peaking through the branches left his pale skin gleaming with sweat. He looked down at you, laying sprawled on the blanket, had it been only this morning you considered each other friends, no, you had been much more from the moment your eyes met. Love. love was the only word to describe how you felt as Todd leaned his forehead against yours and slowly, slowly pressed his way inside of you. The world disappeared inch by inch as his length filled you up, you felt no pain this time, only an all-encompassing sense of wholeness. Your thoughts, feelings, memories became one as he slowly began thrusting into you, nuzzling into your soft hair and breathing heavily. It was just the two of you, breathing and moaning as you moved closer toward a shared bliss. You sucked at his neck, nibbling on a spot behind his ear that made him let out an almost whimper. He raised the hand that wasn't supporting him to your neck, not to choke but to feel your pulse. The feeling of his strong, smooth hand at your neck sent you reeling as you whispered his name frantically.

‘yes, Todd, Please, I love you, i love you, fuck, fuck’

With every thrust he lightly kissed your face, your cheeks, nose, eyelids, running his fingers through your hair. This moment was nothing like how Poppy had described it, not hot and dirty and rough and loud and forbidden, it was warm and sweet and kind and lovely and true. A moment of connection between two fated souls, under the shade of a willow tree.

The feeling was beyond words, beyond feeling, it was poetic. The passion in his movements pushed you to the edge of what you knew to be true, staring into his deep blue eyes, you knew you were close, you both knew. His movements slowed, becoming more sloppy as you both teetered on the edge of release. Your lips connected as you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you both, the feeling so great you moaned into each other's mouths. You rode out your orgasms, panting between kisses, Todds face buried in your neck. He rolled onto his back and you snuggled into his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I would quote whitman but right now i can only think of you” he sighed

You giggled as you passed him his pants.

He redressed clumsily as you gathered your clothes and jumpers.

You sat together talking quietly as he buttoned your shirt and you fixed up his hair.

“You're so good to me Todd” you smiled as he fixed your collar.

‘Well i just love you’ he said so casually he even took himself by surprise,

‘Where ever did I find you’ you shook your head smiling contently.

You lay with your head in his lap this time, reading Whitman while he picked the surrounding wildflowers, as you put the book down Todd blushed, he had made you a flower crown. You sat up and turned so he could place it on your head.

He smiled ‘you look like a woodland nymph’

You picked a small white flower- a spring beauty- and stuck it in his still slightly messy hair.

‘You're so very pretty Todd’

As the sun grew orange in the sky you began making your way back to the courtyard, probably looking like a pair of strays, hair full of flowers and clothes a mess, holding hands and smiling blissfully.

[kteezy997]

I just want to say I hope you're ok with all the hate you've been getting recently the fact people are getting pressed over a FAN FIC is crazy.

I’m fine, thank you for reaching out. And I AGREE

[kteezy997]

Do you ever wish it wasn’t 2025? Like are we sure I can’t be my age in like the 90s or even just go back to the 2010s as an adult. Not the 2000s though, the fashion was terrible.

I’m not having a lot of fun in the 2020s.

[kteezy997]

I agree with you, regarding the ending of the assistant fic.This is your decision,like the creator. And this is the right ending for a fic completely set in the reality of the real person you are writing for. I understand the frustration of some, I would ask them to moderate the hostility.You have given us many fics in the worst moments, and that is something very valuable. Don't forget that you have followers who appreciate that. And you should know that we are going to continue here. That's how things are¡¡¡

I love you, Marina!🥰