#dps fanfic

[smoosnoom]

the accumulation of unbearable things

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” Neil says, and there’s that ache again, the kind that keeps haunting him. “Do you think you’re just – ordinary to me?” Todd doesn’t look him in the eye. “I didn’t say that.” “You don’t say a lot of things,” Neil points out, and Todd huffs something between a scoff and a laugh.

Neil, Todd, and the intricacies of living together.

for @bookinit02 !

[gayfandomnerd225]

I wonder what people think when I give kudos to their works from years ago

[heliads]

If requests are still open :) Something for dead poets society, just sth with the gang having a good time, maybe trying to stage a play in the woods? Tbh just a everyone lives and is happy AU with fluff and winter and hot tea! (while I love this book I havent read it in a very long time...)

ok consider an everyone lives au but they are not 100% happy. (i am incapable of not writing angst my apologies) also this is movie dead poets society not book because i have not yet read the books whoops. hope you enjoy xoxo

'and it's not tonight' - dead poets society

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Todd Anderson is looking out the window at a gray, blustery morning, when they ask him if he’s going to be alright. It wasn’t quite certain before then. It’s not quite certain now, either, even after he answers.

“Of course,” he says somewhat unconvincingly, “Why do you ask?”

Behind him, Charlie Dalton raises a dubious brow. For once in his life, he’s holding himself back, but the situation requires discretion, and who is he to mess up at a time like this? He’s already been warned about treating Todd like a glass doll rather than a paper mache target, but even Charlie can tell that now is the time to pull a few punches. The hollows under his friend’s eyes are far darker than they were a couple of months ago. He wears unease like a well-traveled coat, thin at the elbows and rubbed raw at the seams.

“Look at yourself,” Charlie answers at last, “You’re exhaustion walking. And don’t tell me otherwise, I’ve got eyes.”

“I should hope so,” Todd remarks, and permits himself a small curl of his lips up into a half-smile. Half-smiles are good, though. Almost there to the real thing. So he’ll tell himself, at least.

Even a half-smile can let Charlie know that he’s alright. The other boy breaks into a well-intentioned snorting laugh. “Hey, ask any girl in town and they’ll tell you I’ve got beautiful ones. ‘Sides, Anderson, you know everything’s alright. The stuff with Neil was cleared over, right? He came back.”

“He came back,” Todd repeats somewhat weakly.

“Yeah, yeah, he came back,” Charlie confirms, walking over to clap his friend on the shoulder, shaking him a little bit just to mess with him but mainly to get his affections across. “He’s a little more tired than he used to be, and we’re all plenty scared from what could have happened, but overall we’re glad to see him again. His parents realized they messed up in the nick of time, and even if they wanted him under watch for a little bit, he’s back and we’re back and everything’s alright. Capiche?” He asks dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows for a bit of flair.

“Since when are you Italian?” Todd asks doubtfully.

“Since the situation requires it,” Charlie answers him, and slings an arm around the boy’s bony frame. “Come on now. The snow’s cleared up, and even if all that does is remind us how little grass grows on our campus, it means we can go into the woods again. I’ve been talking to the boys and we all agree that it’s time to dust off our finesse with literature. What do you say, Todd? You up for another rousing poetic exchange tonight?”

Todd jerks his head up and down in a hasty agreement. “Yeah. Neill’ be there?”

“Yeah, and me, and Knoxie, and everyone else you forgot to mention,” Charlie says in a tone of mock outrage. “God, you live with the guy, don’t you? Can’t you spare some excitement for the rest of us, too?”

Todd rolls his eyes, and finds the grace to elbow Charlie in the ribs. “Spare me the self-indulgence, Dalton. I’m glad to see all of you.”

“Don’t I know it,” Charlie affirms. “It’s been a while since we were all together, yeah?”

Todd blows out a low breath as they walk back towards the halls. It has been a long time, or it felt that way, at least. After the– after the incident after the play, in which Neil was found in his father’s study with a gun in his hands about to blow the trigger, it was decided that all of the pupils of Welton Academy would go home for a short period of time to clear their heads and come back ready to face the end of term. 

Mainly, Todd thinks it was so rumors couldn’t spread about just what happened with Neil Perry to take him out of school, and he’s glad for it. Neil doesn’t deserve to have everyone whispering about what happened to make him decide that the best thing for his life was to end it. Neil deserves the world, and none of them could give it to him.

That was the worst part of it all, Todd decides. The guilt, how it wrapped around him in wires as strong as the heaviest chains of iron. He couldn’t escape it. If he was really Neil’s friend, he would have known. If he was really Neil’s friend, Todd could have stopped him. If he was really Neil’s friend, Todd wouldn’t have found out about the attempt the next morning, quietly awoken from drowsy sleep by a Charlie Dalton with eyes like a stricken soldier as he lurchingly informed Todd that Neill Perry had tried to kill himself the night before. And none of them had known. And when his father had taken the gun away, Neil fought and screamed for it, worse than he did when he tried to convince his parents that he wanted to act, louder than he protested that he would be sent away to military school.

And then they were alone. At home. The worst place for boys to be. Should you grieve the friend who is not dead? Do you call each other on the phone, and ask if you have been playing any sporting games with other boys your age, or if you have given any thought to the fact that your friend might not have wanted to die if you had praised him more in class, or clapped louder when he performed, or said something– anything– to this beautiful, brittle boy?

They don’t say any of that. They think it quite loudly, but unspoken thoughts do not travel well over the telephone. The flittering ghosts of would-be words tend to get lodged in the coils of wire from receiver to housing, across the street and over the miles of terrain until they reach the abode of the boy on the end, who also has a lot to say but won’t. And then they both stay silent. And they both know exactly what the other wanted to say anyway. That is how friendship works.

They came back, though. Welton sent out a series of letters to usher back the pupils, even had its secretaries working overtime to call the people who never seem to answer their mail. There was another rush of cars and luggage to the dorms, and then they were settled in again. Todd had wondered if he might be assigned another roommate– anyone other than Cameron, God, but preferably Neil still– and then the door had opened quietly and Neil was there again, trying for a brave smile, and saying, “Todd?” in a voice that had once rung pure and true through a theater that loved him.

Todd loves him for it. He’d embraced Neill with open arms, felt the air punch out of his lungs in one strike, but it came back. He came back. They were alright again, sort of. They might be alright in time, but time is what they have.

Now they’ve all been waiting for the snow to melt, and treading on thin ice around topics they don’t dare broach. Neil has been a good sport, never making them feel awkward for wanting to treat him like a china doll. He was good before, too, though, and– It gets hard to tell sometimes, that’s all. Hard to tell when he genuinely is unbothered and when he’s superbly good at pretending otherwise. They stick to safer subjects anyway.

At last, though, the ground is firm, the weather not terrible, and Charlie’s gone and rallied the troops for a night out there. At first, Todd’s first instinct is to panic. They aren’t supposed to be having any more meetings of the Dead Poets Society, not since Keating was the scapegoat for all the trouble and everyone cracked down on what makes a good boy want to escape, but over time he realizes that it’ll be alright. Some things are worth the risk. Making Neil smile again is one of them.

They meet at midnight. Todd sits awake with bated breath, even though the act by itself isn’t even all that unusual. They’re teenage boys. Staying up until the moon hangs high and lofty in the sky is expected, not uncommon. Still, a delicious shiver of inherent wrongdoing whispers down his spine when Neil walks slowly into the center of their shared dorm room and says quietly, reverently, “It’s time.”

As if the others had been waiting upon that very proclamation, the remaining boys peer out into the hall immediately after Neil and Todd silently close their door behind them. Their eyes meet with shared secrecy, shared triumph, and they make their way down the wooden stairs and out into the bristling chill of night. The stars are out tonight. We are all out tonight.

They all start heading out into the woods. Charlie takes off like a flash at the end of a matchstick, hurtling at a runner’s sprint across the hills, and the others follow him at varying speeds. Todd begins walking at a normal clip until it occurs to him that he doesn’t see enough heads bobbing around him and he turns to see Neil hesitating by the door.

They lock eyes, and Todd sees a whole host of things swimming in brown irises, fear and apprehension and a sick sort of guilt that makes Todd’s stomach squirm in sympathy. He gives Neil one last moment over the threshold, then jerks his head towards the others, putting a little faux arrogance into the gesture in the hopes that an actor might appreciate an act in someone else and remember what it is like to trust oneself again.

Neil accepts the move and grins, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. “I’ll race you to the caves,” he calls, and begins to run, his footsteps sure and strong.

Todd stares after him, an astronomer watching his first comet, then takes off after him. The grass is dry and quick under his feet, spread out under each footstep like the wake of a speedboat. The wind, already coarse, pulls at Todd’s skin, his hair, his clothes, but not even the strongest gusts could keep him down. Somehow, he’s already to the edge of the forest, and he lets out a loud, delighted whoop. A barbaric yawp, if you will. Somewhere in the back of Todd’s mind, a dark-haired man in a comfortable brown sweater smiles indulgently, and chalks up another small victory to the wonders of poetry.

The second his war cry leaves Todd’s throat, the other boys swarm him like moths to a flame. Someone claps a hand over his mouth, and around him, laughs echo into the crunching of leaves underfoot. 

“Don’t be so loud, you’ll get the professors on us in no time,” someone admonishes, but then a different boy cuts in, “Don’t be stupid, we’re far enough out that we can all be shouting,” and Todd’s punishment is lifted and he can yell once more. His defender– Neil, it must be, no one else can make their voice ring with glory like that in just a few words– joins in in the triumphant calls, and then they’re all shrieking up to the stars above, here we are, not boys and not men, bold enough to scream and young enough to never listen.

Todd thinks, as they run through the forest, that it’s been a while since he let himself go free. He hasn’t listened to his mind in a long time, hasn’t let the words roll around in his brain, loose marbles of similes and paraphrased poems. His musings are dusty, dark things most of the time, but sometimes the light catches them just right and they glow like sapphires. He could write a thousand stanzas if he wanted to, right now, and everyone would listen.

The Dead Poets Society reaches the caves and a hush falls among the crowd. Slowly, they edge inside, eyes wide. The rock faces and crumbling caverns should be different, Todd thinks, something should mark the passage of time and all the awful things that have twisted their fates since the last time they sat together and thought of prose, but the stones still look as they did the last time they were here. The moss grows in familiar patterns, albeit a little thicker in certain patches now that it hasn’t been scuffed by boots in a month or so, but one of Charlie’s magazines that he forgot to take back with him turns up under some spiderwebs, and Todd’s favorite place to sit is still just as inviting. Maybe, then, the only thing that changed was them. Maybe that’s all that needs to happen.

“So?” Meeks asks, settling into a seat, “What are we doing tonight?”

“Poetry, duh,” Charlie answers him, rolling his eyes fondly. “We’re the Dead Poets Society. What else would we do, peruse our textbooks?”

This earns him a vengeful swat on the shoulder from Meeks, but even Charlie can admit that the question was fair. They’ve read plenty of poems, they’ve written a few, they’ve even gone off and run some improv limerick challenges, although Todd notes that they haven’t brought nearly enough alcohol for that tonight.

After a few moments’ thought, someone suggests a play. It might be Todd. Instantly, the idea is accepted, and roles are divided out. They’ll be doing Hamlet, since there are plenty of long sticks outside and everyone is quite fond of the idea of pretending to run each other through. Pitts is already practicing his death rattles, except he’s not very good at it, and it sounds more like he’s hacking up a lung or two.

Neil, though, is glowing at the idea, and even though they haven’t got any scripts so everyone is mostly just planning on paraphrasing the hell out of one of William Shakespeare’s finer works, Todd gets the idea that Neil has a few memorized soliloquies rattling around in his head already.

Good, then. They’ll enjoy tonight, and the next night they’re out here, and the one after that, too. It has been a very long winter, but Todd has caught his first glimpse of new spring, and he gets the feeling that warmer, sunnier days aren’t the impossibility they seemed a few weeks ago. The days are healing, and they will too. And so the Dead Poets come back to life.

requested by @reinekes-fox, i hope you enjoy!

dead poets society tag list: @faerieroyal

all tags list: @wordsarelife

[inahallucination]

new anderperry fanfic <333

when you call me (i become your flower)

excerpts:

“Is um… Is everything okay?” he asked, hoping his voice came out normal. Neil grinned brightly and nodded. “Yup!” “Because you’re uh you’re kinda staring… I mean…” “Oh! Sorry!” He didn’t stop staring though. Todd, realizing he didn’t know how to deal with that, nodded and put his attention back to his work, a little stiff and awkward. Not before noticing the cheeky smile and wink Charlie gave him and returning it with a confused scowl.

//

There wasn’t anything wrong with Neil as a whole. He was polite to adults. Friendly to all his peers. He smiled at Todd whenever their eyes met. He volunteered to show Todd to his classes on Todd’s first day here. He was really one of the nicest people ever. Todd’s problem with Neil was caused mostly by Neil’s dreamy eyes and dreamier smile. And also, his stupidly soft-looking hair. And also, his unfairly nice face.

//

“You aren’t ready to like deal with it. Well, to be honest, getting a crush on Neil Perry is practically Welton tradition at this point.” He laughed quietly. “He’s very crush-able.” 

basically todd has a crush

[applebyraven]

Friendlier Neighborhood Spider-Man:

In which Neil is Spider-Man, and Todd, his roommate and longtime crush, finds himself torn between his feelings for Neil and the superhero who consistently rescues him in times of danger.

Read on AO3.

[lilahisntsadanymore]

Neil has a crush on a girl he's in the play with, but unfortunately she has a crush on his best friend. One night in the cave changes it all.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairings: Charlie Dalton x reader, Neil Perry x reader

Words count: 2.6k

Warnings: not proofread, Charlie acted mean

Gif not mine

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He'll be alright

"Who's that girl Dalton has been sneaking out with recently?" Richard asked, looking out of the window.

The boys were gathered in his and Charlie's room, doing homework. Well, they were supposed to be doing homework, but the books were abandoned after a few minutes when the boys started discussing the topic of Charlie Dalton. For the past few days he was seen walking away into the forest with a mysterious girl.

Charlie was just coming back from wherever he went with Y/n. Through the window, his friends could see him getting a quick peck on the cheek from Y/n, then the girl walked in the direction she came from and Charlie walked into the school's building.

What the boys couldn't see was Charlie stopping at the doors and turning around to catch a glimpse of Y/n walking away. The girl turned around as well and sent Charlie a smile. He weaved at her, but the girl didn't weave back, not wanting to catch unnecessary attention.

They weren't that noticable, actually they were pretty sneaky, but because of Richard's nosy personality, the little group of aspiring dead poets knew about them. Most of them would always say "don't act like it wasn't expected" or "it's not our business anyway" everytime Richard repeats the question, but eventually Neil spoke up about it.

"It's Y/n, she goes to Henley Hall," he sighed.

Neil wasn't very pleased about Charlie having interest in Y/n. Before Charlie met the girl, Neil thought of asking her out himself. The boys have been friends since childhood, which meant they were like brothers and as 'brothers' they had similar taste in women.

"Henley Hall?" A loud scoff escaped Cameron's mouth. "How did Dalton meet a girl from Henley Hall?"

"She plays Helena in Midsummer Night's Dream. Once Charlie came to watch our rehearsal and afterwards he introduced himself to her." Neil explained, not mentioning the fact that Charlie interrupted Neil's attempt to ask Y/n on a date.

"And now she willingly hangs out with him? How does Henley Hall allow that?"

"Henley Hall doesn't know about it," Charlie explained as he walked inside the room, "it's not their business anyway."

He walked into the room suddenly, in a quick pace. It was really fortunate that nobody stood by the door, because it would really hurt to get accidentally hit with it. Todd looked the most surprised and quite nervous, almost guilty for being there, although he didn't even care about Charlie's affair. He genuinely just came there to do homework and hoped that now that Charlie's back, everyone will get back to homework.

"Is she your girlfriend yet?" Knox asked, chuckling. The other boys' laughter sounded through the room like an echo.

Neil laughed along, pretending to not be bothered by Charlie liking the girl he liked as well. He told himself to pretend, as if it was just another role. Neil was a natural actor, so he could act the role of a guy who totally doesn't like the girl his best friend likes.

Charlie sat down on his bed and with a playful smile answered the question, "it's not that serious."

"What do you mean?" Neil's voice sounded almost offended. "What don't you like about Y/n?"

"It's just...we don't get to talk to many girls, do we? I mean, I wanna see different options, you know?"

Meeks, who was sitting next to Charlie, decided to chime in. "Well, dating doesn't necessarily mean you'll have to marry her."

"She's a girl, you know how girls are. Or maybe rather you don't, but I know that they take relationships very seriously."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"As I've just said, I wanna try out different options," with laughter, Charlie lightly nudged Meeks' side.

It felt ticklish, so Meeks tried to nudge Charlie away, which quickly turned into a bit of pushing and shoving each other. Others began to laugh, nobody seemed to care about homework anymore, not even Todd.

Besides one person.

"Let me remind you, we gathered here to do homework." Cameron reminded everyone.

"Let me remind you," Pitts mimicked him, "it was you who got invested in Charlie's love life."

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Even though Charlie kept insisting that whatever was between him and Y/n wasn't serious, the rest of dead poets wanted to meet her. And besides being his love interest, she also was Neil's friend, wasn't she?

So on the next day Pitts and Meeks convinced Charlie to tell Y/n about the Society. He phoned her, she seemed to be interested in becoming a part of it. On the next meeting the Dead Poets Society welcomed a new member - Y/n Y/l/n.

The girl enjoyed her first meeting, she loved the atmosphere of the cave, she loved the feeling growing inside of her when she listened to other members reading poetry. It felt so amazing, even magical.

Y/n felt as if she knew the boys for her whole life, she belonged among them and vice versa. The boys took a liking to Y/n quickly, she was like a missing puzzle in the Society.

"You're like an honorary member of the Dead Poets Society," Neil initiated a conversation with Y/n when the poets were exiting the cave, "the first girl in the Society's history. And you're not even a Welton student."

If it wasn't so dark, Neil would see a warm smile that formed on Y/n's face.

"I will want to attend the next meetings in the future. It's amazing that there are people who care about poetry and art. That moist cave really feels like home."

Both Y/n and Neil chuckled quietly. It was late autumn, but neither of them felt cold. Besides their jackets keeping them warm, there was a warm feeling the both of them felt coming from the inside.

"Whose idea was it?" Y/n continued. "You do seem like a person who could come up with it."

"Actually, the Dead Poets Society was founded by our current English teacher, back when he was a Welton student himself. But it was my idea to renew the Society."

Suddently Y/n flinched, scared by Charlie's arm unexpectedly appearing around her shoulders.

Luckily thanks to the darkness, nobody could see how quick the smile vanished from Neil's face.

"How did you like it?" The boy asked. "What did you think of my poem? I wrote it just for you."

"I figured, it was lovely. I'll bring my own piece for the next meeting too. I'm so glad you told me about the Society!"

"Do you need help with sneaking back into Henley Hall?"

"No, actually I bribed the security. There will be no problem."

"Aren't you scared? It's dark and you've got a long way to go. Maybe I could walk you back?"

"Thank you, Charlie, but I'll be okay, I have a bike. Left it just by the entrance to the forest, in some bushes."

Y/n was really pleased with the first Dead Poets Society meeting she attended. She wrote lots of poems for the next meetings, but also enjoyed reading out loud her favorite poems by famous writers.

Being the only girl in the Society wasn't a problem to Y/n and the boys weren't bothered by it either. They were actually happy about that and always made sure Y/n doesn't feel unwanted or misfitted.

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Everything was going well, only one day a problem occurred. The meeting of the Society had to start earlier than usually, because later on Y/n and Neil had a rehearsal.

It wasn't even dark outside yet. The sky way grey, but the sky wasn't even visible from inside the cave. The cave needed a fire, because there was no way for light to get inside, not even through the hole people went in.

"Ugh, I wish the fire was bigger," Y/n complained, rubbing her hands above the flame. It was a cold day.

"There wasn't anymore wood." Pitts explained. He moved some branches around, hoping for the fire to grow.

"What do you mean? We're in a forest. We're surrounded by wood."

"It rained yesterday, there was barely any dry wood."

"Can we start already?" Cameron was the next person to complain. "It's really cold here."

"We can't," Neil said, "we're waiting for Charlie."

If Charlie was there, he would have told Richard that no one asked him to come. But where was Charlie? Nobody knew.

"As we're waiting, I'll go and try to find some dry wood," Y/n stood up and walked out of the cave.

Everything on the ground seemed to be soaked by the recent rain. Y/n decided to steal a few branches from the trees, because they seemed to be a bit dried off.

Just as Y/n was about to go back to the cave, she noticed Charlie. To her surprise, he wasn't alone. It wasn't a good kind of surprise. He walked with two girls at his sides, having his arms around their shoulders.

"Hey, Y/n!" Charlie exclaimed. "Girls, this is Y/n, she was the first girl in our Society."

"Hi." Y/n murmured. She was certainly not happy with Charlie bringing here two other girls.

They didn't answer, they didn't even say anything. Each one of them eyed Y/n, which didn't feel nice. It made Y/n feel uncomfortable. She knew it's not gonna be a nice spent time.

The three girls and Charlie entered the cave. The new girls sat next to him, each one at his each side. Y/n frowned. She used to sit next to Charlie ever since she joined the Society.

Y/n didn't want to let others know she's upset, even if the boys seemed equally surprised. She tried to keep her voice as steady as possible and as harmonic as usual.

"I got some branches, should make the fire a bit bigger," she announced, throwing the branches into the flame.

Y/n gave a look to Neil, sitting next to him. He understood her without words, he wasn't happy with Charlie bringing two more girls as well. And he decided to speak up about it.

"Who's that?"

"That's Gloria," Charlie gestured to the blonde girl, "and that's..." he gestured to the brunette, but struggled to remember her name.

"Tina." The girl introduced herself.

"Yes, that's Tina."

There was some small conversation between the poets and the new girls, but Y/n didn't even pay attention to the words. She kept eyeing them and Charlie, not understanding what happened. Charlie was acting as if Y/n done something to him, as if he lost interest in her.

During the whole meeting Y/n wasn't herself and all the boys besides Charlie seemed to notice that. She felt like crying when he read a romantic poem and said he wrote it for Gloria. Then Charlie read another poem, not as romantic, but clearly targeted at a girl, and announced it was for Tina.

What hurt Y/n the most was the fact that she really thought things between her and Charlie are fine. She didn't love him, of course, but she felt attached, she liked him romantically and thought he feels the same about her. Why did he suddenly start ditching her? What did these girls have that Y/n didn't? What was wrong with her?

Y/n had enough, she couldn't stand another minute in that cave with these girls. She looked at her watch and pretended to be surprised at how fast the time had gone, although this meeting felt like an eternity.

"It's so late!" She exclaimed theatrically. "I don't wanna be late to the rehearsal, I'd better go."

The boys' eyes followed Y/n as she almost ran out of the cave. Nobody even managed to say anything.

Neil decided to follow Y/n. Before walking outside, he told others he's also going to the rehearsal, which wasn't really a lie as everyone knew. It was all just awkward.

"Y/n, wait! Wait for me, I wanna talk!" Neil called out.

Y/n was running, Neil's voice made her stop in her tracks. She didn't turn around, but the boy knew she was crying, because he noticed the unusual way her shoulders were quickly raising up and coming down.

Neil jogged up to Y/n and stood next to her. He could see the side of her face as she was looking forward. The girl definitely was crying.

Suddenly, Y/n turned her head to the side in the order to look at Neil. Tears were slowly rolling down her cheeks, the whites in her eyes now had a pink shade.

"Why did he do that?" A question left her mouth, her mouth that were a bit wet from those tears that instead of falling on the ground, found a way into the girl's mouth. "Am I not enough?"

She felt truly bad about herself. She was afraid those girls might be more interesting, prettier, funnier, just better than her. There must have been a factor that made Charlie choose them over her. It hurt so much to be just an option.

"You're more than enough, Y/n." Neil assured. "You're the sweetest girl I've ever met and if I were Charlie-"

He didn't manage to finish the sentence, when Y/n snapped at him aggressively.

"But you're not Charlie." Y/n paused. When she noticed how aggressively she's talking to Neil without a reason, she changed the tone of her voice. "You're Neil, you're kind and charming and you care about everyone and you're not as reckless as Charlie."

"See, I think you answered your own question right here. Why did he do that? Simply because he's reckless. That's Charlie."

"So there's nothing wrong with me?"

When Y/n looked Neil deeply in his eyes, she wasn't crying anymore. There were still signs of crying, but the tears had dried, the girl was calm.

"Nothing at all," Neil smiled lightly at her, "you're perfect the way you are."

That comment made Y/n blush and as a way of trying to hide it, the girl looked down at her shoes. Neil chuckled at that action and put his hand lightly on Y/n's jawline to make her look back at him.

"I've liked you ever since I met you," he confessed, "I was planning on asking you out before Charlie interrupted us, the day you met him."

Y/n was speechless because of Neil's confession. He was standing really close, there was barely any space between them. Instead of talking, Y/n let Neil kiss her. Y/n's lips tasted a bit salty from the dried tears, but it didn't bother Neil.

It was neither a long nor short kiss, it was just perfectly timed. A calm, not hungry kiss, so different from kisses Y/n received from Charlie. Charlie always kissed as if the world was going to end, he did it rapidly and often rough, it felt as if he was in a rush. Neil on the other hand kissed as if he knew the world was ending, but he didn't care about it. The world could be ending, but he was calm, because he was with the person he adored. He was dominating, his lips were telling Y/n's lips what to do, but not in a rough way.

"What will Charlie say when he finds out?" Y/n asked when she and Neil parted from each other.

"Love, I think he'll be alright," Neil chuckled, "he's Charlie, he's always alright."

Not waiting for Y/n to say anything more, Neil pecked the girl's lips once again, but this time it was quick.

"Come on, let's go now," he grabbed her hand, "don't wanna be late to the rehearsal, do we?"

[al1v3-p03ts-s0ci3ty]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Poets Society (1989) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Todd Anderson/Neil Perry

Neil, Charlie and Knox work at a coffee shop. Meeks, Pitts and Todd go to college together.

What are they gonna do when their study spot gets taken and they have to find a new place? Perhaps a coffee house might do the trick...

(Also Todd is trans.)

[izzyneedsabreak]

'What’s wrong?' Todd asked immediately. He was beautiful and half obscured in the smoky limelight and Neil couldn’t do this right now. He let out a quiet groan, leaning against the bar as if he were trying to retreat into it. 'Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.' 'Specific,' Todd said with a wry smile, raising his bottle of beer slightly in Neil’s direction. A mocking toast. Neil pushed off of the bar again, rocking back and forth slightly on his heels. His gaze wandered briefly towards the dance floor before coming to rest once again on Todd. 'It’s just-' he let out a deep breath '-doesn’t it ever bother you?'

So I wrote an anderperry fic about Neil and Todd living in NYC post-Welton and having a complicated relationship with the concept of marriage. It would mean the world to me if you could read it, and maybe leave a comment if you liked it!

[lesbicosmos]

happy first day of @chrisginnyweek !!!!

day 1 prompt: colours

my interpretation: makeup. this is entirely based on That One lesbian photo on pinterest

summary: ginny wants her makeup done for the play but can't seem to get it right on her own, so chris does it for her

this is also on ao3 if you wanna read it over there :))

ive got some colour back, she thinks so too

It was their weekly sleepover at Chris’s house, a time both of them treasured over almost every other time, especially since their friendship developed into something more. They’d been spending even more time together since Chris and Chet had broken up a few months ago, and Chris seemed so much happier. She’d originally felt bad that she’d been more focused on Ginny’s brother than her for so long, but she ensured Ginny it was nothing to do with her, she had just felt like she couldn’t fully be herself with Chet like she was with Ginny, and it was rare that she was at Ginny’s place not to see him.

Then the breakup had happened, then the confession to Ginny. And now, Chris was lying with her head in her girlfriend’s lap, Ginny gently stroking her blonde hair, which seemed even brighter than usual in the glow of the beginnings of sunset.

“Chris, can I ask you something?” Ginny asked, breaking the comfortable silence the two of them had created.

“Yeah, Gin?” Chris replied, looking up at her.

“So you know how I’ve got a dress rehearsal for the play tomorrow?”

Chris nodded. Ginny had gotten the part of Hermia in her school’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and she’d been ecstatic about it for weeks.

“Well I was thinking, I want to try and do some makeup to match my costume. I’ve been trying to do it for a few days now, but I just can’t get it to look any good,” she said sadly.

“You want me to do your makeup for you?”

“Would you?”

“Of course!”

Chris jumped up from Ginny’s lap, almost scaring her with how fast she moved.

“Your costume’s pink isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“I have the perfect eyeshadow, hold on.”

Chris raced over to her dresser, opening a drawer, and rummaged through it for a few seconds before pulling out a small golden pallete. Then, she leaned over to the hand-painted pots on her dresser and took two differently sized brushes.

“Where should I sit?” Ginny asked.

“Right there on the bed will be fine.”

Chris returned to the bed, sitting beside Ginny.

“This is probably the most gorgeous eyeshadow I own,” Chris remarked proudly, opening up the golden lid to reveal several small circles filled with compacted powder, all in different shades of pinks and oranges. Fitting, Ginny thought. It perfectly matched the sunset just outside the window.

Chris took a few minutes of silent contemplation, deciding exactly what she was going to do with her girlfriend’s eyes. Ginny was becoming overwhelmed by the way Chris was looking at her…so intense but so loving.

“Okay, I have an idea,” Chris said at last, looking away from Ginny to instead look at the palette in her hand

“Sorry, before you start, can I kiss you?”

That got Chris to look up at her again, slightly confused but completely welcoming the suggestion, she nodded, and Ginny crashed their lips together. It was short, but passionate.

“Sorry, just…the way you were looking at me then, I couldn’t not.”

Chris laughed softly, then took one of the makeup brushes and dipped it into one of the light orange eyeshadows, picking up the pigment.

“Close your eyes for me?”

Ginny closed her eyes as Chris gently took her chin in her hands. She couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped her throat as the brush touched her eyelid.

“God, you’re so ticklish,” Chris said playfully, trying to get her brush in the place on Ginny’s lids that she had mentally planned.

Suddenly, Ginny felt the absence of the brush touching her skin, and she hesitantly opened them.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just…the lighting isn’t great. I can’t fully see what I’m doing.”

“Oh.”

“I have an idea, though. Lie down.”

Ginny was confused as to how lying down on the bed would solve the lighting problem, but she did so nonetheless, expecting Chris to simply move closer to her to do her makeup like that. Chris, however, had other ideas. She stood up, then climbed up onto the bed so that her legs were either side of Ginny’s waist, straddling her. Ginny’s breath hitched.

“Is this alright? If it’s not I can-“

“No, it’s fine. More than fine,” Ginny replied, smiling up at Chris in what could only be awe.

Chris leaned down so that her face and Ginny’s were only inches apart, pallet in one hand and brush in the other, staying stable with only her core strength.

Ginny felt the brush on her eyelid once more and seemed to zone out from reality, relaxing under Chris’s gentle touch as she painted the gorgeous summery colours onto her eyes.

After a few minutes, Ginny felt Chris shift and she opened her eyes.

“You’re all done,” Chris said sweetly, looking down at her work.

She leaned over to her bedside table and grabbed a small compact mirror that sat beside her lamp.

“Here,” she said, handing it to Ginny.

Ginny carefully opened the small pink mirror, looking at her reflection.

The makeup was done beautifully. Orange in the inner corners of her eyelids perfectly blended into pink on the outside. The colours were perfect, subtle: not too bright that it seemed glaringly obvious she was wearing makeup, but just pigmented enough to be picked up by the stage lights tomorrow.

“Holt shit…Chris, I love it. I love it so much, it’s so pretty!”

“You’re so pretty.”

Ginny could feel her heart skip a beat at the compliment.

“Those are absolutely your colours. They really bring out your eyes. And your eyes are gorgeous anyway.”

“My colours? Have you seen those colours on you? You look like an actual angel, like all of the time."

Ginny slowly sat up from the position she was originally in, Chris not moving from on top of her so by the time Ginny was upright, her girlfriend was straddling her lap instead. She could see how Chris visibly blushed from her statement, her cheeks growing slightly pinker. She looked beautiful. See! Ginny thought. Pink! It’s your colour! She silently made a promise to herself to make Chris blush more often, just to see that soft colour rise in her cheeks that suited her so well.

“Okay, one thing,” Ginny said, lifting the mirror to her face once again.

“Yeah?” replied Chris, seeming to become more fidgety, as if nervous Ginny was going to say something was wrong.

“I’m not entirely convinced the ‘lighting’ was a problem, y’know.”

Chris relaxed, a playful grin growing on her face in place of the subtle worry.

“Are you complaining?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Absolutely not,” Ginny sighed in response, taking Chris’s face in her hands and pulling her in for a kiss, this one longer and deeper than before, their hands quickly coming up to tangle in each other’s hair.

Chris’s cheeks were pink again already.

[astersplace]

i’m back to my autumn neil perry and remus lupin era so maybe i’ll finally have some inspiration to write again

[altijd-november]

[todd-anderson-trash]

i overcame my writers block for chapter 2

[gayfandomnerd225]

I wish there were fanfictions about the dps boys age regressing, and if there is and I’ve somehow missed them, pleaseeeee send me the link! I will eventually write some of my own but I wanna read them toooo

[grotty-beatles]

ANOTHER CHAPTER WOOO

[inahallucination]

There was a soft tune in the air, song notes that Todd felt like he should have known but could not, for the life of him, recall. The music wasn’t loud; the hum of the heater was still noticeable. But it was enough to lead the moment on. Todd closed his eyes and melted.

It started back at Welton Academy. There was no radio to play music on, the sound of the footsteps of the other students did just as well, though. Neil’s hands were warm as they held Todd. There was a chill from the open window but it was easily forgotten as they held each other and swayed to an unknown song.

Now, there was no person here to ban radios and songs. But Todd found he cared little for the music. All he felt were Neil’s hands, still warm. All he felt was Neil’s body, strong and sturdy, holding onto him as they moved around the living room. Todd rested his head against Neil’s shoulder and thought that he wanted to be with Neil forever.

One of Neil’s hands trailed up Todd’s body before coming to rest on his cheek. His thumb softly caressed Todd’s skin.

“Hey,” Neil whispered, “what are you thinking about?”

“I wanna stay with you,” Todd mumbled, his hands clutching the fabric of Neil’s shirt, “I wanna be with you forever.” Neil leaned down a little to press a featherlight kiss on the top of Todd’s head and chuckled softly. 

“Good,” he said, his voice all sweet and sure, like it had been back when they were teenagers and Neil had told him he was the most wonderful person Neil knew, “Because I wanna be with you forever too.”

They stood still for a few seconds, smiling in each other’s embrace.

Then the song that was playing on the radio changed to something faster. Neil laughed, before reaching down to grab Todd’s hand and spin them into a silly dance around the living room.

Yes, Todd thought, I want us to be together forever.

[applebyraven]

Our Ours update!

Chapter 12: I drink, therefore I am.

In which the poets spend their first Christmas together in New York, eating pizza, drinking whiskey and letting poetry drip from their tongues like honey.