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both kids who wanted validation from authority just in different ways

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James Potter is the disgusting kind of boyfriend who will wear compress shirts to go to the gym specifically during his girlfriend's ovulation period. he'd install an app to track her cycles and roam around shirtless while she's struggling to not rub herself on the fucking sofa.

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neil perry masterlist

neil's "nothing"

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neil's "nothing"

what neil perry really wanted to say instead of "nothing"

a/n : hey so i'm lowkey kinda evil for writing this, so sorry in advance. this is major angst so pls be mindful while reading, love you all to bits <3

“...You’re going to Harvard, and you are going to be a doctor.” 

Neil’s face grew pale. He looked over to his mother, noticing the tears forming in her eyes as she looked at the ground, then back at him, remorsefully. She knew just as well as he did that this was the last thing Neil wanted to do with his life, and yet she didn’t interject. 

“But father, that's ten more years. Father, that’s a lifetime!”

“Oh stop it,” His father shut him down quickly, “don’t be so dramatic. You make it sound like a prison term.” 

Because it was. For Neil, being a doctor instead of an actor, swapping his scripts for clipboards and his costumes for scrubs would be hell. Maybe not in his father’s perspective, but certainly in his. He looked forward, avoiding the man before him’s eye, which stared daggers into him. 

“You don’t understand, Neil. You have opportunities that I never dreamt of and I’m not going to let you waste-” 

Neil shot up from his seat, unable to hold himself back any longer, “I’ve got to tell you what I feel!” 

“We’ve been so worried about you!” His mother stood up with him from across the room, her voice being lost in the boom of his father’s. 

“What? What? Tell me what you feel.” He reached an arm out to his son, who felt as if glass was being pressed on the inside of his throat. 

He wasn’t sure where to begin, so he just opened his mouth and hoped the words would come out coherently.

“What is it? Is it more of this acting business?”

He looked over to his mother, who looked as if she was begging him to say something, anything. 

“Because you can forget that.” His father said, malice and resentment laced in his voice. 

The man breathed in again, growing annoyed at Neil’s silence. “What?” 

Neil exhaled.

“For the past eighteen years, I’ve felt nothing but trapped by you. I know that I am your son and you want what’s being for me, but I’m sure that acting is what I’m meant to do! It’s not a noble pursuit and I’ll surely be dirt poor unless I make it big but I’ll be content, and I’ll trade wretched success for contentment any day! 

“I’m good at it, father. The boys tell me, Mr. Keating tells me. Hell, I tell myself. I’m really good. Because it’s something that brings me joy. For the first time in my life I feel genuine joy and passion and I beg you not to take that away from me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to find it in much else. 

“I’m sorry that I defied you father but at the same time I’m not. I know now where I belong and what I’m meant to be, and to take that away from me is to kill me and all of the life I have to live. I won’t be living if you force me to become a doctor. I’ll be alive, but I won’t be living and I’m not sure I will be able to bear it.” 

Neil inhaled.

His eyes were focused on nothing, as well as his mind. 

Neil’s father seemed to be staring through him and watched as his son sat back down. 

“Nothing?” He sighed, grabbing his hat, “Well then, let’s go to bed.” 

He exited the room. 

His mother began to follow after him, only to lean down behind his son. His eyes stayed forward. 

“I was good. I was really good.” was all he said, smiling softly to himself. 

She nodded, though she didn’t truly understand his words. She didn’t seem to understand anything about him. “Go and get some sleep.” Her hands rubbed his back gently before leaving the room. 

And that’s when Neil decided.

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Smut thoughts about Remus lupin

He would be obsessed with making love vs fucking except for the days before the full moon. Almost like he needs to remind you he loves you and cherishes you before those few days where he fucks you dead.

Hair pulling 100%. He loves having his hair pulled, giving you a tiny bit of control over his positions and allowing him to better know where you want him.

Legs on shoulders too. Folds you over so fast and kisses your legs while fucking you.

Likes when you kiss his scars but won’t admit it.

Also really likes seeing you covered in bite marks but feels guilty about it.

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what each dead poet would bring to thanksgiving

a/n : don't ask what compelled me to write this. i genuinely have no clue, just roll with it. and happy thanksgiving!

Todd : Some type of pie. I just KNOW that Todd loves to bake and this is the perfect opportunity to share that love with the people that he loves. And trust that it's actually amazing. If you compliment him, his ears will turn red and he'll quickly tell you that the recipe is really easy (he stayed up all night perfecting it).

Neil : He strikes me as the type of guy to go above and beyond. He would host (unless it's being held in the cave) and would take the responsibility of making the hard, staple dishes, so probably ham or turkey. This isn't him trying to show off, he just enjoys taking on that responsibility and really just wants everyone to have a good time.

Charlie : He is going above and beyond, like Neil, but for a different reason; to show off. He is researching day and night to find the best deviled eggs recipe, something you wouldn't ordinarily think twice about being amazing. Charlie would watch as each member tried them, and glow with pride as they become shocked at how good they are.

Knox : Store bought chocolate chip cookies. Knox simply cannot cook no matter how hard he tries, but he still wants to help out. Everyone enjoys chocolate chip cookies, so he deems it to be the best option. Chris might help him out and make something and let him claim it to be his, but one thing is for sure; Knox cannot cook.

Meeks + Pitts : They would gang up to create something absolutely diabolical. Figure out the most obscure dish known to man kind and craft it beautifully. Either that, or they'd both bring a bag of jelly beans and call it a day.

Cameron : Cranberry Jelly. Need I say more?

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all poets masterlist

what each dead poet would bring to thanksgiving

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vi's official masterlist

dead poets society

hamzahthefantastic

harry styles

niall horan

peeta mellark

ryan gosling

my poetry is under the #vi's poetry tag, if you'd like to check that out too! any and all support is greatly appreciated.

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anderperry masterlist

angst

snow angels

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charlie dalton masterlist

fluff

you could start a cult

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todd anderson masterlist

fluff

bf!todd headcannons

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colt seavers masterlist

series

part one - karaoke and cowboy hats

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noah calhoun masterlist

smut

first time

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ryan gosling masterlist

noah calhoun

colt seavers

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peeta mellark masterlist

fluff

gentle love

flour fight

smut

good boy

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niall horan masterlist

smut

dainty