#anderperry headcanons

[lizzieandersoncore]

anderperry hcs??

is it embarrassing how fast I’m replying??? perchance.

okay so i think of todd fell first but neil fell so so much harder. i just think todd needs someone who’s an absolute wet blanket for him and would do literally anything for him and for me neil is that GUY. like i need neil to be positively fawning over todd like there’s no tomorrow.

also also i think they’re the definition of idiots in love. where they’re both so into each other it’s sickening. But somehow they still don’t realise it and make all the other poets SICK.

also i think todd is the type to be hella oblivious … like neil could ask him out or confess his love and todd would accidentally friendzone him repeatedly….

what about you ? What are your hcs ?

[perksofbeingpoet]

and then the day arrives when todd can't remember what neil's voice sounded like, and the shirt he kept from him has long lost neil's scent and todd throws up and sobs, burying his face in neil's old school blazer, still hanging in their room with all its achievement pins, and todd desperately tries to find some last trace of neil in it, but he's gone, he's gone, he's gone

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Todd does this thing where he tapes small bits of his poetry onto Neil's grave to let him know that he's still thinking about him

[tereresrock]

uncle todd who drops his niece off (cause he gives such a girl dad/uncle vibe i’ll die on this hill) at school and oh surprise the teacher at the gate welcoming the kids is the prettiest man alive?

[inahallucination]

long train rides with anderperry r just todd reading through the 93485 books he packed just in case and neil sleeping on his shoulder

[yourfavvgal]

neil dying and his ghost popping up to see todd every so often telling him everything will be alright, hes still with him, just as a ghost

[grungelvrr222]

anderperry: if they went on a picnic

- todd makes tea sandwiches

- neil reads dramatic love sonnets by shakespeare to todd while eating (i can just imagine him trying to be romantic while his mouth is stuffed with food)

- they like playing around will kinda wrestle with each other (gently which usually ends up in kissing)

- todd plans out everything and gets candles to ~set the mood~ even if its not dark out

- neil likes to feed todd all the food he made as a way of showing his affection

- todd will bring iced teas for him and neil (he really likes making unique types of iced teas usually he likes to do chamomile tea for the two of them)

- neil is a sucker for anything sweet so he will pack fruits specifically strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, grapes, and cherries.

- the picnic blanket they would use is definitely a dark green plaid and NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

- neil will also bring secret poems he has written for todd and will read them to him in the most dramatic way possible. (since obviously our boy is an amazing actor and loves to be dramatic 💁‍♂️)

[reanimated-corps3]

anderperry headcannons?

THEY LOVE HOLDING HANDS!!

all of their dates are pretty calm, like theyll go for a nice walk or feed ducks or something

kinda modern one? Todd really wants to play Minecraft with Neil but Neils attention span is WAYY too short and he can barely play Minecraft for more than 15 minutes

Neil has a sweet tooth and always shares chocolate and candy with Todd

Todd always helps Neil practice his lines whenever he gets a role in a play

they give each other lots of gifts, even if its little things that reminded one of the other

Neil likes ruffling and messing up Todds hair

they love chasing each other around in their dorm like in that one scene

Neil gets hyper when hes excited so he sometimes needs to like.. kinda shake Todd around or hug him really tight to let out some energy

[cowboylexapro]

neil hates wearing his glasses, right? so todd devised a plan. (he would never admit it was inspired on how you train dogs)  

everytime neil would put on his glasses, todd would kiss him, no matter where they were. (unless if he just pulled them from his desk when asked to read, todd wasn’t about to disrupt class)

their morning would consist of the two of them waking up, todd reaching over to the side table and putting neil’s glasses on his face, kissing him then telling him he looked beautiful.

it eventually worked, neil would put them on himself, but he was sad he wasn’t getting his kisses :(

todd made sure to kiss neil whenever he could, even more than before. And neil did fall into his evil scheme, but he did look really cute in glasses.

[felix-the-third]

if Todd had a camera, or even a polaroid, I feel he would be the type to go around taking lots of photos, and if anyone asked him why so many he'd answer "life just goes by so quickly, I just want to capture everything,"

[poetrybypuck]

Neil and Todd dressed up as Sherlock Holmes and John Watson for Charlie’s Halloween party.

You could tell how devoted was Neil to his character and the way Todd giggle and played along.

Soulmates indeed.

[perksofbeingpoet]

there is something about todd belly-laughing that makes neil want to catch him like a pretty butterfly, pin him down and keep them in that moment forever. because when todd laughs so genuinely that neil can see his teeth, that his eyes become crescent moons, that he can see the kid todd once was, sugar-drunk and wide-eyed, that is what forever feels like.

[anderperrylover]

A quick question about DPS

Specifically the soundtrack. But remember when Knox meets Chris for the first time...the music that plays then sounds awfully familiar to the music playing when Neil and Todd have the talk about the flying desk set? I dunno it feels intentionally to pair that music with a scene that's supposed to be love at first sight and another scene of Neil and Todd literally lighting up during one of their conversations?

So yeah, is it just me who found the music to be similar?

[tereresrock]

wake up children new uncle todd pic dropped

[inahallucination]

dead poets society but neil talks about his cute, adorable, babyboy bf a lot and he’s always gushing at how he’s a total softy and shit and the poets meet todd and realize that he’s kinda feral 

neil: omg todd’s a total cutie pie

todd: *actually insane*

[ash5monster01]

oh Chloe, you telling me about this piece is nothing compared to the pure enjoyment of reading it for the first time. Now finish your diss so I can request a full fledged fic centered around this

Dead Poet Date Hc's

Anderperry - Chased by Walt Whiskers

When Todd's publisher demands that he use social media, his manager, Ginny, couldn't have envisioned this.

Accidental sweater thirst traps aside, it's Walt Whiskers driving Todd's media engagement. It's Walt Whiskers who guest stars at his poetry readings, and it's Walt Whiskers who Ginny hires a social media manager for.

Who knew his anxiety aid could be such a traitor?

Because when Todd meets Neil his life goes to shit.

Working in media had, of course, given Todd the expectation that his cat's manager would be attractive. Todd can work with attractive. He can ignore attractive, usually.

But nothing about Neil is normal. He's tall, extroverted, and a Shakespearean actor to boot.

He's not arrogant, gym-obsessed, or suppressing the temper of a stage mom. Neil is a regular guy so in love with his poorly paid job that he decimates his sleep schedule and runs ragged to pay his rent by managing the city's theatre socials.

So Ginny, like any good friend, ropes Neil in before her boss at Todd’s publishing house even finishes the call.

Unfortunately, Todd is a homebody. He is a poet with a Wikipedia page branding him a 'recluse,' and the thing about influencers is they have to exist outside.

Ginny compromises at first. Every shoot is scheduled in darkened, private spaces.

Todd watches each time as Neil's brows raise in perfect, incredulous arcs. He doesn't comment. Instead, Neil hoists Walt onto one of his ridiculously high hips and takes a walk to 'check the light.'

Todd's lungs expand.

To Neil's credit, he tries. Todd finds indoor photoshoots awkward enough as he poses with his lacklustre smile, torn notebooks, and Walt Whiskers perching irritably on his lap.

The outdoor shoots are worse.

"Poetry is supposed to stir you up!" Neil's voice projects through Central Park as he gesticulates wildly. "You look as stirred up as a cesspool."

"I'm not like you."

"Don't you think you could be? People listen to your words, Todd. Now let them meet you."

"I thought you were here for Walt."

Neil rolls his eyes, "you are Walt, dummy. Come on, let's break for coffee."

So they order drinks and commiserate through quotes, exchanging words from Tennessee Williams and Kafka until Todd is comfortable enough to allude to his own.

And when Todd isn't looking, Neil gets the Instagram reel. It's the perfect shot of Walt Whiskers wearing Neil's glasses as he slowly blinks at Todd quoting from his supposedly 'aesthetic,' ink-stained notebook.

With a trendy sound bite, the post explodes.

Todd's latest book flies off the shelves. So naturally, Ginny hauls them into her office to talk strategy.

Strategy, in Ginny's world, translates to valentine date.

"It's logic," Ginny dismisses. Tinny music pours from the speakers as the Hudson River Company keeps her cell phone on hold. "Your latest collection is called, Tides of Love, Todd. I'd be an idiot not to set up a romantic dinner cruise for PR.”

"I'm not sitting there with my cat." Todd turns and appeals to Neil for help. "Tell her what people will think."

Neil opens his mouth, but Ginny cuts him off.

"No." She shoots a firm look at them both. "I know for a fact that neither of you have valentines plans. Take the cat together and secure us a bestseller."

They take the cat.

Todd spends all night pulling at his tux. Walt has no such reservations with his mini paw-printed bowtie. Instead, the damn cat has every waitress sneaking chicken under the perfectly pressed tablecloth.

If he were a better pet owner, Todd would've noticed. In a better world, Todd would've stuck to the no-chicken diet Walt's vet prescribed. But in this world, his cat's manager is wearing a tux.

Neil could be a Hollywood star sitting there under candlelight. With the wine in his head and the river waves in his stomach, Todd wants to take Tides of Love and write it anew.

But he doesn't.

Todd pokes at his Michelin star meal. It may be pathetic, but valentines are valentines no matter how fake.

He crumples a napkin and drops it over the camera lens.

There are no witnesses when Neil pets Walt, his long, delicate fingers brushing Todd's own. Nobody shares how they linger, how they curve, almost taking Todd's hand to hold.

And when Neil makes a determined and tipsy climb up the deck, Todd doesn't turn, doesn't direct his stare away. He finds himself laughing and scrambling to race against Neil's impossibly long legs. With a fire inside, Todd snatches up the lookout post, throwing drunken taunts out in his wake.

With flushed cheeks and Walt warm in his arms, Todd isn't a tentative poet or a hermit half in early retirement. He's Jack flying high through the clouds. He's bold and he's reckless in his dreams, and in his love for a Shakespearean Rose.

Like every ship, Cupid's Arrow sweeps Todd happily into the deep.

It's only with his hangover the inevitable sinking begins. His iceberg is the size of date night floating up his fyp with over 20,000 hits.

A heart-shaped button has never cut so deep.

But with engagement comes sales and not one, but two, NY Times bestsellers, so the poet and media manager keep taking Walt on contracted dates.

Cafes roll into museums, picnic dates, and late-night Broadway shoots.

Walt poses while Neil charms and draws Todd closer and closer into their extroverted orbit.

By April, Todd's poems hang from the walls backstage at Circle in the Square. He walks between frames correcting and composing while Walt scurries beneath seats, and sniffs for wet food pouches stashed under stacks of Neil's scripts.

It's a routine, Todd tells himself. It's enrichment to exercise Walt. It's his typewriter stored as a video prop amongst the leafy crowns and Yorick skulls at home in Neil's dressing room.

It's this home the poet follows, each purr and smile like catnip until he finds himself curling up during rehearsals behind painted, woodland sets. His poems layer across the orchestra, snatches of Neil's soliloquy, and the beat of paws on wood as Todd opens his words and world to TikTok Live.

With these unique readings come sponsors, and with sponsors come trips.

As spring creeps in, Ginny packs them off on a brand deal supplying a '57 Chevrolet Corvette for the road Coney Island.

They shoot Walt in the driver's seat like a city-dwelling Grace Kelly in sunglasses and a scarf. In a second snap, Neil lounges on the red bonnet in a line of Times Square traffic in, and Todd is blurrily backlit by Battery Tunnel in a final car shot, the winning polaroid cover for his upcoming collection, Epigraphs for Nostalgia.

The road to true love has never felt so smooth.

Todd knows it can’t last, but he clings to this day straight from the brand’s vintage guide to teenage dates.

Roll after roll fills with charmingly juvenile snaps.

They wave from Deno’s Wonder Wheel. Product placement smears Coney Cone's ice cream over Walt's nose, while Neil and Todd squabble over film and notebook sheets which fly loose to scatter like snow on the boardwalk.

"I told you," Neil whoops, "those dead drafts want to fly!"

Chastened by staff, but thrilled with the candid, self-timer snaps, the poet and media manager take one more shot.

"Come on," Todd grumbles, wrestling Walt into an admittedly dingy photo booth. "You can't take care of yourself."

Walt meows in protest. But the curtain falls and traps both man and cat as Neil slides onto the bench.

Flash. Walt pressed nose to nose with Todd. Flash. Todd squawks while Neil howls at the ice cream Walt smears on Todd's nose. Flash. Walt leaps and Neil dives into Todd's lap in an effort to catch the escaping cat. Ding!

Pink hearts float in bubble letters like cotton candy across the screen: Kisscam Count.

Descending digits blink in and out.

Three.

The poet freezes. His cat's media manager glances up, his body still sprawled across the poet's lap.

Two.

Neil inhales.

One.

The final lines of Epigraph for Nostalgia linger on the seam of Todd's lips.

“Carpe Diem," he mutters.

There's a flicker.

An image appears of an Instagram crashing kiss.