#neil perry x you

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to give me a character + a trope

Neil Perry x Reader

Opposites attract.

(I hope this is the right way to request if it then i apologize in advance)

ps: nooo it's the right way, thank uuu <3

i hope you enjoy!!

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my requests are always open for give me a character + a trope.

Neil Perry + opposites attract: gender neutral!!

you met neil because of steven.

you were sneaking to welton in the night cause you had something that your parents give you for steven.

there's no need to lie, you hated welton with all your heart. the students here have always had to be perfect. that was something you appreciated. yes, you were getting good grades, and that was enough for you to pass the classes.

even you hate the school's system there were one person you always look up to, neil perry. he was your opposite, he was everything you want to be. unlike you he can talk to his parents about his future, but you were just following your parents' dreams.

i guess that was the reason you fell in love with him.

"steven?" you whispered and looked around. where was he?

"steven has to deal with something, with gerard." you heard neil. "i can help if you want."

"well, i just have to give these to steven."

neil smiled at you and walked towards you. you knew there was nothing special going on, you knew he only loved people like him.

you gave him the books and smiled.

"so, how was your school?"

"nothing but classic welton."

"yeah." and that's how the conversation ended. he didn't say anything and the silence began to be uncomfortable. "i have to go, good night then."

"wait, not right now." he grabbed your wrist and walked to his room really fast. you assumed that this was a 'sleep' time control.

he rushed you into his room, almost pushed you.

"y/n, is there a problem?" you heard todd's voice. he was your best friend after steven. "why did you dragged you secret crush in your room?" he said while laughing.

"i didn't."

"thank you todd, you just ruined my love confession."

you looked at them in surprise. "what? can somebody tell me what's going on?"

"well," neil said as he put the books on the table. "i was gonna confess but thanks to your best friend, it ruined."

"you like me?" you still don't understand, or simply you don't want to believe.

"i didn't like you at first, but over time you changed my mind. taking care of you or spending time with you was my favourite thing. i love helping you in trigonometry. "

you smiled. "trigonometry?"

"yeah," he laughed. "don't you like me?"

"i do neil, but i'm just shocked. it was unexpected."

"then, so that you won't be surprised, I'm telling you that I'm going to kiss you." he said while walking towards you.

"hey! i don't want to see my two friends kissing." todd closed his eyes. "please find another room."

"then please turn your behind todd." neil said as he came close to kissing you.

you stopped him by grabbing him by the shoulders. "i wanna kiss you to neil but i don't think it's a right time." you smiled and kissed his cheek. "see you tomorrow then?"

"yeah, see you tomorrow." you left the room smiling.

when you closed the door, you heard neil tell todd that he ruined your first kiss moment. you laughed silently and walked away with a big smile.

[masivechaos]

YOU THINK I'M PRETTY?

neil perry x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: spending the afternoon at the beach with your boyfriend

Warning/content: nothing i can think of, shitty writing, my english

a.n.: 0.6k words- i think this was supposed to be a 0.5k celly blurb but er

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── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.──

Your smile brightened when you felt the ocean breeze caressing your face. “Neil!” you said enthusiastically as you pointed at the white sand displayed in front of you.

Behind you, Neil let out a chuckle before walking to your level, holding the picnic basket. “Shall we?” he smirked, taking your hand in his. You nodded eagerly, excited to spend the afternoon at the beach with your boyfriend.

You found a spot where you weren’t surrounded by people before settling everything down. When you were done you laid down on your beach towel and sighed contently. Neil joined you quickly, both of you admiring the lightly clouded sky.

When the weather started to get brighter, you felt Neil shifting next to you “What are you doing?”

“Sunscreen,” he said, pulling out the tube from the bag. You whined a bit, you hated the feeling of the cream on your epiderm. “You need it, love. Don’t want your skin to burn.” Unwillingly, you took off your shirt, finding yourself in your bathing suit only. You showed your back to Neil and let him apply the sunscreen. He was gentle with you, taking his time to cover each parcel of your body. He finished by pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“Thank you,” you said, “Do you need help?” Neil nodded and you did the same as he did with you. Just as gently and just as softly.

Neil got up and held out his hand for you to take. You stood up and both of you started to run towards the sea, letting it engulf you. The salty water carried you slowly and you held each other hands. Your laughs melted with the sound of the waves hitting the shore as you messed around.

You looked at Neil, with his wet hair falling before his eyes and his smile capable of lightening an entire room, you found him more beautiful than ever. With a laugh, he tilted his head down before kissing the corner of your lips. “You’re so pretty, love,” he said as if his own words mirrored your thoughts.

“You’re more.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Mmh,” you hummed. You let a wave carry you closer to your boyfriend and you snaked your arms around his neck, your lips brushing his “Very pretty…,” you said before leaning in and kissing him tenderly.

Amused but seduced, he kissed you back with a laugh. At some point, you finally pulled away only to find the sky above you had turned grey “No…” you whined, hiding your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“Let’s get back there.” You both swam to the froth and headed to your towels. With a sigh, you laid down. You curled up by Neil’s side, resting your head on his chest “I’m so happy to be with you, my love,” he said as he kissed your temple.

You smiled into his chest “Me too,” you whispered. You relax in his arms, appreciating the feeling of his hands tangled in your hair. Without even trying to stop yourself, you fell asleep in Neil’s arms, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat and the waves.

Neil watched you with a smile on his lips. You were so perfect even when sleeping. Each day he felt more and more in love with you, you didn’t even need to do anything, your presence was enough for him to melt.

“You’re so pretty, my love.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.──

⋆ ★ neil perry taglist: @cauliflowertree @moonlitmeeks @toindeedbeag0d @meredarling @juneberrie @mystic-writings @natashxromanovf @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @spookydarkwitch @duxpuella @imshiningjustforyou @vancitycharlie @venussflytraps @diorgirl444 @dori-and-gray @maddipoof @starlit-epiphany

[dreamwrites]

“𝑺𝒉𝒆” — [𝑵𝒆𝒊𝒍 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚]

Summary: In which Mr. Keating's class must recreate a poem and the only young girl is so nervous that she doesn't notice the intense gaze of one of her classmates, Neil Perry.

Word Count: 1491

Warnings: none

Pairings: neil perry x female!reader

A/N: Sorry if there is more than one mistake, english is not my first language and I am still learning it. However, I hope you enjoy it and have a good time, thanks for reading! (:

One by one, the students of the class passed to the front of the room with their papers in hand, some kept the piece of paper hidden under their sweaty hands, others implored in whispers not to be called upon and a few simply didn't care and gave each other amused looks. Mr. Keating, the English teacher, had assigned the task of writing a poem and performing it in front of the entire class, with the sole intention that the desperate poet inside those young bodies would come out shouting his loud and barbaric "YAAAAP!" in triumph. A faithful follower of Uncle Whitman.

"Y/N! It's your turn!"

The young woman was perplexed and motionless in her seat as she was still engrossed in her brain trying with all her might, to give her own meaning to the earlier poem she had listened to so intently. So, when she heard her name, her creative bubble burst in the blink of an eye and she was forced back to reality. Her hands were just another pair of those that began to sweat as she tried, unsuccessfully, to dodge the gaze of her beloved professor. She was convinced that her name would be one of the last ones on the list, but it seemed that Mr. Keating's plans were very different from hers.

"Come on, come on, show these barbarians how it's done!"

Some of those present burst into loud laughter as Mr. Keating went in search of his only student and encouraged her to get up with a gentle pat on the back.

"If I were you I would not laugh so openly, Mr. Hopkins. Women are fundamental to this world and I can tell you, with all due respect, far more elemental than a lot of the men I have known and will know in my life." as he uttered those words, the English professor spoke with a raised finger and a warm smile, which caused his one female student to blush. She didn't know whether to thank him or hide in the woods.

"Amen!" admitted with a loud tapping against his desk the Dalton boy, he had a rebellious glare in his dark orbs and a sneaky smile in their direction. That act didn't take long to provoke new giggles, this time, in support of professor Keating's wise words.

The professor gave Y/N a gesture with his arm and invited her to take her place at the front of the class, where she remembered why she hated oral exams and expositions so much: a hundred eyes were watching her, silently, expectantly. The girl took a deep breath and hidden her face behind the thin sheet of paper to avoid the stares of others, especially one in particular. She closed her eyes still with the leaf covering her reddish cheeks and felt how her teacher crouched in the middle of the row of tables to listen delightedly to her poem, "when you are ready" was the last thing she heard from him. She gave a long sigh and then, magic made her soul dance:

She can't write these words and show them, the time it took her to put the tip of the pen to the page was too long. She thinks it's not worth it; that her words are ordinary and slow because they don't come out the right way, she thinks it's impossible that a living person would be interested in them.

She adores art in each of its disparate forms; writing, theater, music, she longs for the time she spends with them. Her face transforms and grows somber when she wonders why such a deed is popularly ignored, what does it take for much of the human race to stop being silenced? what does it take for beauty to have a new reconquest? For people to seek new lands and fall prey to the feeling of agony, of madness, of new inner adventures deep in the caves!

She weeps when she sees an instrument covered in dust, when she enters empty museums and the faces in oil paints look at her with sorrow and are grateful that even oblivion has not fallen upon them; her breath is shortened when she enters a theater and her gaze is lost with innocence on the stage, on the enigmatic sky. So much history, so many eyes and beating hearts that have passed through the same place with a story to hear and a confession to leave behind enclosed in that sky, embedded in the walls, witness on a stage full of sins.

Her sight blurs as she sees hundreds of books piled on the road in the rain, hundreds of tales and stories placed in garbage bags; her heart stops and her soul recites, prays and screams on the sidelines of the artists the world has taken from us, of minds that are nothing more than worm food. A world wary and controlled by a pain that it has created.

She cries out in memory of all who have visited hell and found solace in this, the art that is pure and sinister. She cries for all the stories and words that are being erased by that same rain that, as she looks, she feels guilt for considering beautiful; her tears are grateful for the gray clouds at the thought that there are still people who wander lost, those with the soul of an artist, called misunderstood. A strength that goes far beyond what demons and voices are capable of tolerating, a legacy that not even her own insecurities can leave behind, because it is the only thing she can do for humanity, the only thing that can save it.

She laments everyone who locks away the desperate desires of a hungry heart, hungry for more than the crumbs of silence and fear. She penetrates the dreams of others and rejoices those who sharpen their ears, stretch their arms towards those forbidden drawers and open them, even with their eyes tightly closed. She whispers: "don’t be afraid and see what you have made with your own hands, it is your legacy: the way in which you can be heard even when the years go by. Look at it, hold it between your fingers, it may be heavy or light, but it is your manuscript. The words you have never said, the verses you have never read, the fears you have never overcome, the ghosts you keep stumbling over, the urge to vomit when you are a second away from discovering the truth, your mother's smile, the scent of trees, of freshly cut grass, of old books… they are there. Everything is engraved there, written in scribbles you won't be able to understand, in letters that matured over the years, that's where all this I've recited comes from: a memory of what is new and what is old."

And in spite of everything, she keeps wondering if this leaf, the greatest oath of her life so far will be reduced to ashes and if its words will become yellowed pages. She keeps questioning herself, with tears and a bitter voice: what will last until the end?

Her heart was beating so fast and her breathing was ragged, she couldn't believe what she had just done. Her mind was in complete chaos… she had read one of her writings to an entire class, full of boys! She could feel her face and body burning with pure adrenaline, it was done. Dammit.

"God bless the women" Charlie Dalton's voice broke the ice, in a whisper.

"Fuck, Y/N" Knox hurried to say, completely beside himself. Shocked.

The entire class was staring at her, gawking and some with faces full of admiration, highest respect. None of them thought that the only young lady in the class was an intoxicated soul of art, letters, literature. Soon the applause and cheers quickly replaced the sepulchral silence, accompanied by several insults from their classmates who were still in complete awe; Charlie, Knox and Pitts were some of them, clapping and whistling with pure pride.

"Never forget this, Y/N. Never" spoke the Captain, gently grasping the back of his pupil's neck and pressing her temples together in triumph, a sign that she would take with her a powerful lesson: she would see to it that her voice would be heard in every corner and that she would never, ever be silent again.

Before she returned to her seat, however, her cheeks flared furtively again, and this time not because of the shouts or cheers that still did not want to leave the mouths of the Dead Poets, but because of the perplexed look that the young man with who she had always been in love was giving her. The verses had penetrated deep into the soul of Neil Perry, inexplicable sensations, all his feelings were alive, at the surface of his skin.

She…

Wow, he had no words. She was amazing.

— 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬.

[cauliflowertree]

ohh can i also please have this

ੈ✩‧₊˚ oogie boogie -> give me a scenario + a character and i’ll write a small dialogue for it [100-150 words]

with neil perry and skating on a frozen lake? where he’s worried about you getting hurt but quickly relaxes once you reassure it’s frozen enough or something? thank youu <33

neil’s nervous on ice.

"i'm not so sure about this, y/n," neil trembles, surveying the ice from a safe distance, reaching to pull you back from being so close. "you could get really hurt."

"neil, stop worrying so much. the ice is way thick enough for a little skating!" you laughed, dropping down to the snow to put your skates on. "i'll prove it," you added, determined.

"no, please don't. let's do somethin' else. we could practice for the play coming up!" he thought quickly, anything to distract your from your course.

"we've practiced all week, we can take a day off," you shook your head, stepping onto the ice cautiously so you didn't fall over. "it's perfect!" you squealed, becoming more confident as you controlled your balance.

"are you sure?" neil asked, nervously taking his shoes off.

"positive, there's more people skating down there. i promise you, it's fine. i see people doing it every year," you assured him, skating along to the left as neil walked a distance to try and see the people you were talking about behind the trees.

he huffed, satisfied that the ice wouldn't break and swallow you both up. "alright, gimme a second!" he smiled, fiddling with the laces of his boots. "here i come!" he yelled, stepping onto the ice and skating after you.

🏷 @imabee-oralizard @mad-elia @velvetcloxds @natashxromanovf @masivechaos @juneberrie @goodoldfashionedluvergirl

[mendesxruel]

omg milk and honey tea with neil and cooking together (feel like he either is the best at it or he burns everything no in between)

i think he does both kqjakajsks he definitely prefers baking over cooking imo,

burns his first brownie but gets better at making them with time (<3)

loves baking cookies (puts flour on your nose to make you laugh and lets you do the same to him)

might burn some stuff when he cooks it for the first time but he is so persistent and always tries again<3

[graciepasty]

Neil Perry. Dead Poets Society (1989).

[catboyglover]

neil perry is stronger than me bc how on earth do you cope when your roommate is this pretty

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

thinking about when keating asks the purpose of language and neil says “to communicate” and keating goes “no! to woo women!” like?? did you expect neil perry of all people to guess/resonate with that?? you know just as well as i do that mf is a homosexual.

[giolovesyousm]

I don't know about you but whenever I feel sad I remember pics of old queers exist, so here are some that specifically remind me of anderperry:)

[taciturnpoet]

okay here is the promised anderperry Icarus and the Sun/Apollo post because @73647e enabled me lol

this will be mostly rambling because I love this comparison (and use it a lot) so be happy if there is even a single coherent thought in this okay? talking about this makes my brain go FAST and I went over this about a thousand times so bear with me here

When I had first started thinking about this, I had originally thought of Neil being the Sun and Todd being Icarus. But then I realized no, their dynamic shifts and actually switches roles after Todd does the poem in Keating’s class.

In the beginning, Neil is the one that draws Todd into the group and persuades him to join the poets, all while also encouraging him to be himself and speak up more. While Todd is not only falling for Neil, he’s also trying to take Neil’s advice to heart since Neil is what Todd wants to be.

Neil could befriend a brick wall if left alone with it long enough. Everyone likes him and believes that he is made for great things (though not the same great things he wants to do), and you can tell that Todd wants to get to that point himself eventually. Todd’s been told his entire life that he will never amount to anything unless he becomes this thing he doesn’t even like, and Neil is more of what he aspires to be.

Then the poem in Keating’s class happens and things change.

After the poem, Todd starts to come into himself a little more. He’s gaining confidence in himself and his work—the work he wants to do, the work he’s passionate about—and he’s joking around and talking more with the poets. (Even though this scene is deleted, and I think that’s a crime) he reads a poem out loud to them and Keating at the end of the movie without Neil there.

Now, we know why Neil isn’t there, but that’s not important yet lol

Neil has been Todd's safety net, the person that kickstarted his self-confidence growth and made him truly embrace himself in the long run. By the end of the movie, Todd can show other people his work without Neil having to be there, which is a major development from Todd in the first poets meeting too afraid to speak and always looking to Neil for guidance.

When Todd is helping Neil practice his lines on the dock—another criminally deleted scene—he’s excited. He’s teasing Neil and playing around with him and becomes what he had the potential to be at the beginning of the movie with the help of Neil and Keating. 

Todd’s decided that he wanted to be his own person. He’s not going to try and live up to his parent’s expectations of him becoming a second Jeffrey, he’s going to pursue his writing and be his own person, and he appears to become so much freer after that realization. He’s embraced his passion for writing and poetry and pursues his art without hesitation, just as Neil wants to do with his acting, becoming a shining light of possibilities and potential, and most of all, freedom. 

After the poem, the glimpse of Todd’s brain, and his passion, Neil almost views it as something holy. In Neil’s eyes, Todd and his freedom are something to strive for, to look up to, and hope for like it's something divine. In a way, Todd becomes a symbol of freedom and passion, a beacon of everything Neil could be and wants to be/do.

I know we as a fandom talk about this a lot, but look at the way Neil looks at Todd after the poem, the way the sun is shining on his face and lighting him up only in the way it does whenever he’s having a Moment™ with Todd. No, seriously, it does that to him both when he decides to audition for the play and after the poem, but practically nowhere else in the movie.

Insanity. Anyway.

But then, during this same time that Todd is embracing his freedom, there is Neil. Neil who is practicing and alive and passionate while preparing for the play, making plans for the future, and dreaming of pursuing this life as an actor.

 ["God, for the first time in my whole life, I feel completely alive!" // "Most people, if they're lucky, live about half an exciting life. If I could get the parts, I could live dozens of great lives!"]

And yet, there is another Neil. The Neil who gets confronted by his father and told to stop doing the play, to stop acting, and give up his dreams, his passions, and what he believes to be his life, all to stay stuck in the existence his father wants him in. The Neil that goes to Keating for help and cries that he’s “trapped.”

The moment Neil decides to lie to Keating and tell him that he talked to his father, the moment he chooses to continue with the play and acting despite everything that could happen is the moment he cements his place as the Icarus in their dynamic. He chooses to ignore his father’s warnings against participating in the play and does it anyways. He chooses freedom and passion over safety. Neil chooses to fly.

Neil chose to take a chance, to try and escape and join Todd on the other side of freedom and authenticity, where he could pursue his dream and become an actor. He has his moment to shine, to taste the warmth of the stage lights akin to sunlight as he brings the play to life. All the possibilities, hopes, and dreams, all within his reach in the form of a crown made of sticks and leaves in a small-town theater. He can see his friends and his teacher in the crowd and feels invincible and in his element, bigger than life.

But then comes the melting of the wax and the plummet back to earth as he sees his father’s angry face in the back of the theater, and he knows.

He knew that there was no going back now, no reversing what he’d done, the fact that he’d lied to the two most influential men in his life for just a chance to join the other side. And yet, as someone pointed it out recently (I can’t find the post right now, I’m so sorry), there is a moment when Neil comes out after the play, and he smiles at his father, an attempt to see if maybe he won’t be falling tonight. But then his father doesn’t smile back, and everything goes by in a rushed blur of a freefall.

All of the poets try and reach out to him, to talk to him and congratulate him on his way out, but the only one he looks at is Todd. Todd, who’s so excited to see him afterward, tries to talk to him and get him to come back with them, but Neil smiles sadly at him and lets himself be dragged away. He knew he couldn’t put off this fight with his father forever and decided to stop hiding from it. He’s falling and isn’t trying to stop it.

I think Neil looks at Todd the way he does before they leave because a part of him knows he’s not coming back. He doesn’t want to go, but he can’t slow it down and spends his last moments with them looking at the boy whose become his Sun.

The descent is quick after the car pulls away, and Neil cannot stand up to his father. Every moment that led to Neil’s decision to be a part of the play, to follow Todd, is in the sun's bright light. It makes sense then that he’d die at night, with death embracing him with the sound of a gunshot rather than water splashing.

Todd finds out about Neil's death after sunrise. It's gray and quiet, but the sun still rises even after he knows Neil isn't rising with it.

And he's devastated, and he's angry, and he's no longer afraid to show that. He gets mad at Cameron for blaming Keating for Neil and believing he would kill himself under any circumstances other than his father. [“That is not true, Cameron, you know that. Keating didn’t put us up to anything. Neil loved acting!”]

Then, he gets mad at Nolan, talking back to him in front of his parents in that sham of a conference and in front of Keating's class as Keating is leaving. The same Nolan Todd nearly cried in front of on his first day at Welton because he was so afraid to speak his mind, to stand up for himself.

Todd is grieving, he is angry, and he is stronger than he was at the start. While he stands on his desk for Keating in a show of support, in thanks, he is also standing on his desk in thanks to Neil. For Neil.

Neil's gone. And yet, Todd shows his strength. He stands up for the ones he loves and is thankful for while also standing in defiance for those who played a hand in Neil's end and killing their dreams. He appears to smile ever-so-slightly when Keating looks at him, and Keating must know he'll be okay. 

His best friend is dead. The actor who brought a play to life and cast light everywhere he went was gone, but Todd isn't. Neil's light only reflected what Todd still had and would dedicate to Neil.

The freedom, art, and life that Todd now held were what Neil fell for, and Todd would spend his life creating in memory of the boy who fell trying to join him. Todd had to ensure that everyone would know the story of Neil Perry as much as they did Icarus. They were so similar, after all.

(this started to change halfway through, so idk if it makes sense but that’s fine. please talk to me about anything like this I get so excited about it lol)

[73647e]

charlie setting neil and todd up and then being really fucking annoyed that they aren't spending time with him in favor of being with each other

[dreamsofjanuary]

Hii! Can i request some Dating Headcanons with Neil Perry? Maybe some that reader is latina? If you don’t how to do it, it’s fine! Thank youuu🫶🏼🫶🏼 hope you are having a great day!

dating neil perry

warnings: none!

note: i didn’t make the reader explicitly latina, purely because as a white person i don’t think i’d be able to capture writing from another race’s pov accurately, and it would feel wrong to impersonate another race like that. i’m sure there are plenty of other latina writers that would love to do your request justice, though! also this is kind of all over the place, i’m sorry 😭

- okay we all know that neil is fairly confident, but when it comes to you??

- he gets so shy

- like. blushing and awkward laughing around you level shy.

- he stays up at night trying to figure out how to ask you out

- the poets have tried multiple times to help him out, but he’s hopeless - which none of them really expected in truth

- they all seem to turn into kids again, physically pushing him towards you whenever they see you, or teasing you just enough so that your interest is piqued, but not enough so that you know that neil has a crush on you

- even mr keating had noticed that neil was distracted, and accurately put it down to teenage romance

- when he finally does ask you out, it’s only because he talked it out so much with charlie

- of course, he’s a gentleman, but he also doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it in case he gets rejected

- so, at a dinner party one evening, he manages to get you alone, and asks if you’d let him take you to a restaurant that weekend

- of course you say yes

- because why wouldn’t you

- since then, going to restaurants has been a bi-weekly thing for the both of you

- despite your best efforts, he ALWAYS pays

- he loves to see you all dressed up

- and the vision of him in a suit isn’t exactly something you complain about either

- after dating for a few weeks, you finally pluck up the courage to attend one of the society’s meetings

- you were nervous at first, worried that you weren’t as well read as the boys were

- neil reassured you that you were definitely intelligent enough to be there - “not that intelligence matters all that much, we’ve got charlie”

- you often write poetry for each other, and you keep all of the ones you’d been given in a drawer in your bedroom

- he has to be a little more discreet, so keeps all of the ones you’d given him in an envelope in his wardrobe

- he reads at least one every night

- todd is beyond tired of hearing about you

- this poor boy had to listen to neil ramble about you for months before he even had the courage to ask you out

- but now that you’re officially dating? neil never shuts up about you

- neil’s love language is quality time, so he’s always trying to find excuses to be with you

- definitely clingy - when one of you has to leave the other, he gets genuinely sad

- even if you’re going to see each other the next day

- also LOVES to see you in his clothes

- especially his jumpers

- he loves how they fit you, and how it’s a subtle signal that you’re his

- he doesn’t get jealous super easily, but he absolutely hates people staring at you

- even if you don’t mind, he’ll always wrap an arm around you or hold your hand to show them that you’re very much not single

- there have been occasions where he’s interrupted conversations being slightly more affectionate than usual - a clear sign that he’s jealous or insecure and will need reassuring later

- which ofc, you’re more than happy to do

- he always makes it look casual tho - he’s never dramatic or passive-aggressive about it

- neil is actually very insecure and needs a lot of reassurance - something that surprised you at first due to his joyful personality

- he’s also an amazing listener

- he’ll always let you vent to him, no matter what it’s about

- he’s sympathetic about everything you tell him, but especially if you don’t get along with your parents

- he knows how badly it can hurt, and he hates that you have to go through that

- on the other hand tho, he never loves you more than when you’re rambling on about something you’re interested in

- he loves how excited you get, how your eyes seem to light up

- even if he has no interest in the topic, he adores listening to you talk about it

- to conclude, neil is the best boyfriend ever and i love him so much xoxoxo

[masivechaos]

🪐i'll try everything once- matilda by harry styles and neil perry🫶💌

Matilda ✧˖*°࿐ neil perry x gn! reader

Warning/content: hurt to comfort, talking about having kids, mention of having a bad childhood, au where neil lives ha, my English

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There were a lot of things you loved about Neil Perry. The way he smiled, how generous he was, when he scribbled little notes on your hands when you were working. And mostly, how brave he was. He was the most courageous person you ever knew. And the craziest thing was he didn’t even realise.

But he was also scared. Scared he was going to great the same pattern as his father, that he was going to fail as a dad. He grew up not knowing what showing love was, so how could he possibly be a loving father? That seems impossible.

So when you expressed your wish to have kids with him, you didn’t expect it to start an argument. He told you he could never be enough and he would never want to have children because of what he went through. And you were hurt, you knew that wasn’t his intention but there was a little part of you that felt like he didn’t want kids with you.

Frustrated and not understanding each other, you went to bed, your back facing his. But as the hours passed, your mood cooled down and guilt started to eat you. Neil was finally opening up about the repercussions of his childhood and all you found to do is taking it personally.

You turned around, biting your lips, not wanting to disturb him but the urge to apologize was stronger. He was tensed, and it was all your fault. “Neil?” you whispered, hoping he was open to communication.

After a minute of silence that felt like an hour, he moved and faced you. You could tell he was hurt, and it seemed like he cried. He didn’t speak a word, and slowly, you drew your hand to his face, letting him time to let you know if he didn’t want physical touch.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, letting your forehead fall against him “I didn’t try to understand you. I was selfish.”

That was all it take for him to let go of the tears he was holding “I’m not mad at you,” it surprised you, he had all the reasons to be “I’m mad at him.”

It was crazy how the man that was supposed to have Neil as the first person in his heart still had an impact on his son years after moving out of the childhood household. Neil actually was even in denial of the treatment he received until you made him understand, you didn’t want to accuse anyone, but the way his smile would always fade after talking to his family just stayed in your mind. But he always told you his problems weren’t so important as if he refused to be in pain in front of anyone. 

As his lover, you made sure he understood what was happening to him, that he could let it go, he could stop talking to them, it wasn’t his fault.

“Why couldn’t you be a good father? You’re the kindest person I ever met. Your past does not define you. You can start a family who will always show you love.”

Neil hoped you knew how much he needed to hear this. But something was still wrong, his mother truly loved him and he knew it, she just wasn’t brave enough to stand up for him. And he felt a little guilty “Mom always told me the best gift I could give her was a child. But I don’t talk to her anymore, she won’t be there to see the little baby me.” He knew he cared more than he should, but he couldn’t help it.

“Neil,” you chose your words carefully “you don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own.”

All of a sudden he broke into tears. Years of suffering he could finally externalize. He got closer to you, curling into your chest, like a child. You wrapped your arms around him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, trying to calm him down as much as you could. “You can let it go”

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[kay101kim]

dating neil perry <3 (latine version)

warning(s): none:)

pair: neil perry x gn!reader

one shot or hc: hc

note: i got the idea from this post, so thank you so much!! im mexican so it might seem like i mention mexican culture more like music and food (its what i know!), but i do try my best to be inclusive since latin america has such rich history. this is me trying to write within the time period of the 50s/60s <3. let me know if you wish a more modern version, enjoy!

-neil is a love at first sight kind of guy, he literally saw you laughing all giggly and couldn't stop smiling himself

-your friends teased you by singing piel canela by los panchos, "me importas tú, y tú, y tú, y solamente tú~"

-and as you kept laughing, all red, neil finally got the courage from his friends even though his heart was all smushed by your angelic smile

-when he was finally determined to ask you on a date, that man was calm, cool, and collected which made you even more nervous as he approached your friends and you

-he'd give you those puppy dog eyes and you'd immediately melt before a word is even said

-once neil asks you out, it seems a crowd cheers somewhere beyond and neil can only chuckle sheepishly at his friends' reactions

-you guys begin dating and neil finds your culture fascinating! (in a good way lol)

-he'd want to know all the holidays, celebrate with you, to hell with his dad and his rules (he loves you too much <3)

-when he experienced latin music for the first time he would never go back

-he'd buy so many vinyls from different genres and constantly ask you to slow dance in the living room like the love birds you two are

-neil is the type to slowly get into the groove of things to dance cumbia, bachata, salsa

-oh but he will learn and surprise your whole family! it makes you kinda jealous when your primos are there watching him

-but he reminds them of you by giving you a kiss

-you'd hum some songs and be very surprised when he comes along singing the lyrics (maybe not perfect, but it’s so cute)

-it made you realize just how much he is trying to understand you who are, your language, which is so important to you

-you call him 'mi amor' (my love) and he would always ask what that means but you didn't want to say

-it basically means you love him and that was scary

-but imagine him singing cien años by pedro infante? it'd be the first time you'd say 'i love you'

-he alternatively says i love you and te amo because he loves you sooooo! much

-you'd giggle and say "yo tambien te amo, mi amor"

-he would always have cute nicknames like 'my darling' or 'my angel' but then he started using 'cariño'

-only when you two were alone because he was afraid his pronunciation wasn't too well

-you have no idea who he learned it from, but it made you tear up the first time you heard it from him

-his favorite part about being with you is the food, like at one point he'd just be like 'fuck it!' and make tamales with all the women

-his favorite desert is arroz con leche because i said so!

-he can’t handle spicy food, im sorry yall but i have to be accurate, the white genes </3

-curse words/phrases in spanish? he would know them all because your primos would tell him to say [x] and he'd do it without question lmaoo

-obviously you would not stop it because its kinda hilarious, but you would eventually inform him on what the words/phrases mean

-overall he'd get along with your family like they might call him 'guerrito' but he wouldn't mind

-neil would be surprised by the amount of spanish covers from english songs and vice versa, but it really opened his eyes to a new world

-he loves you, your culture, language, food, music, and everything else that comes with it

-sure, sometimes he doesn't understand what you're saying but he makes sure to study real hard and eventually become fluent in spanish

-his favorite part is when you sing to him (or listening to a song), something soft like cielito lindo :( and you watch him fall asleep as you stroke his hair

-neil perry is the best boyfriend fr <3

[ofherpinkways]

🍂 Fall Vibes with him pt 2

A/N: Ugh I need payday to get here so I can buy a Chucky blanket and these cute ass earrings from Spirit Halloween,anyways multi fandom again and this is gonna be short -🤍🩰🧸

Summary: same as pt 1 lol

Fandoms: Cod,Dead Poets Society, Gilmore Girls, Sons Of Anarchy, The Bear( ↓↓↓ characters I specifically imagine for this)

COD: Gaz ,Horangi, Keegan, Soap

Dead Poets Society : Charlie, Meeks,Neil

Gilmore Girls: Logan,Luke, Jess

SOA: Chibs,Jax,Opie

The Bear : Carmy,Richie,Marcus

Going to the book store together while drinking coffee. You pick out books for each other 💞

Going to Target for Halloween and fall decorations

You beg him to to buy the Pumpkin Spice Chai Latte from the Starbucks in the Target

He grows to actually really like the Pumpkin Spice Chai Latte, gets you it in Venti

He also ends up really and I mean really liking Bath and Body Works "sweater weather" when you have it on he likes grabbing you and straight up inhaling your sweet scent , even puts some of it on himself

Spoils you at Spirit Halloween ,spends like over 300 hundred dollars on costumes,decorations and ect

Yall buy hella many pumpkins at the Pumpkin Patch

But that's because after craving said pumpkin together, you baked the pumpkin seeds

Going the corn maze at the Pumpkin Patch

[traumatizedpomelo]

a question for todd anderson

Have you ever given someone a Valentine?

He made something for Neil. It took a lot of effort, but eventually he had something close to his heart, laid out there on two or three pages, depending on how you looked at it. He'd never been good at making things, or drawing hearts, so Todd wrote a poem and grew flowers, behind a rocky overlook, something for a flower crown when Valentine's day rolled around. He wasn't thinking about the way the winter frost would kill the daisy sprigs. Neil was the first boy Todd had loved and he wanted to make it special. Todd didn't know if Neil had ever received a Valentine before - he was sure he had, he's not exactly unattractive - but somehow he thought…maybe Neil would just like it because it was him. He didn't write in calligraphy because Neil said he liked Todd's handwriting. For once, he was actually excited that the day was coming, so he could - show that Neil mattered enough for him to honor the traditions, just to be with him.

Neil was not here when Valentine's Day came around.