#dead poets fic

[ash5monster01]

Hellouuuu can i request a maybe something a Neil x fem! reader, like they are already dating and let’s say Welton is co-ed and reader looooves Neil in his full uniform (blazer, V-cut sweater HIS GLASSES) and she is like waiting until it’s the end of the day so she can spend time with him and they have like a good makeout session 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ love yaaaaa

Addicted

Pairing: Neil Perry x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, no use of y/n, heavy attraction, some teasing, quick makeout, nothing too much they're just cute

Summary: Somedays it's pure torture being around your boyfriend when he looks so good all day, so you’re quick to get him all to yourself as soon as you can.

word count: 1.2k

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Classes had been dreadful all day. It wasn't just from the boring lessons or mountains of homework you had received, but it was the gorgeous brunette boy in all of your classes. There was just something about him today in his uniformed blazer and sweater, the glasses perched on his nose while he worked on his assignments. It had to be some form of torture to have to be near him all day while he looked like that and you couldn't do anything about it. Having a cute boyfriend in a co-ed school, one slip up away from removing girls, had to be one of the worst fates and yet one of the most thrilling.

Of course your luck of having anytime alone with him today also became slim. His friends, boys you loved, seemed to have some sort of attachment issues. You hadn’t walked a hall alone or studied without at least one of them. So when Charlie and Meeks join the two of you in the library that afternoon, your head is buzzing with annoyance, and any chance of finishing your homework is gone. Letting out another heavy sigh you set your pencil down and look at the boy beside you. 

“Neil? Would you mind helping me find a book quickly?” you ask sweetly, trying to save face in front of his friends but of course Charlie still smirks, insinuating there was no book involved. Little did he know there wasn’t but you were also used to ignoring your boyfriend's eccentric best friend. 

“Sure hun,” he smiles at you and you both lift from your seats and disappear into the stacks and out of sight of your friends. Neil follows innocently behind you, not even questioning how you weave through the rows, disappearing into a dark corner of the library that no one ever visits. It’s only when he spots the geographic section does he realize you were not looking for any old book. You hated Geography and also weren’t even taking it. 

“You sure it was a book you needed help with?” he asks, chuckling softly as he pulls the glasses from his nose and tucks them in his pocket. He had left his blazer at the table but still looked just as gorgeous in the uniform sweater in front of you. 

“Not exactly, I just wanted some alone time. Even if it was just for a minute,” you reason, gliding towards him slowly. Neil smiles at you before beckoning you closer, your uniform skirt swishing around your legs. Slowly his arms snaked around your waist and you did the same to his neck, enjoying his embrace and the way he invaded your senses. 

“Someone must miss me,” he grins at you, forehead moving to rest against your own and you relax into his arms. 

“Yes, sometimes even when we’re together I feel so far apart. This damn school a wedge when we could be like regular teenagers going for a drive and sneaking off too parties,” you had lived that lifestyle once, before Welton had become co-ed and allowed female admittance Your parents didn't waste a second pulling you from the public school you had attended your whole life and dropping you off here. The change had made your head spin but amongst all the chaos, at least you had found him. 

“I know, but we make it work and it won’t be much longer until we’re free from this place,” he reminds you and you smile at him, not only a handsome but a kind boyfriend. You had been so lucky already, even if this place felt like a prison sometimes. 

“Yeah, and it doesn’t help when someone looks so damn good all day,” you tell him, chin tipping closer to him. You’re desperate to kiss him, feel his body against your own, and be reminded that he is all yours. The cutest and nicest guy in school, all to yourself. 

“Oh yeah, you think so?” he asks in a teasing manner and you roll your eyes before pulling his lips against your own. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss back, a hand cradling your head as he draws you close. He tasted like mint and smelled like the pine trees outside. He was addictive in a way that could never let you get your fix. 

You don’t let him pull away, instead pushing him against the bookshelf and kissing him deeper. You had been anticipating this all day, desperate to feel and taste him when he looked this damn good. No other boy in this entire school could quite pull off the uniform like he did. It was almost ironic how much he fit the role here considering how badly the both of you wanted to escape. You at least enjoyed it while you could, him especially considering you didn’t have much longer until you had to return to studying. 

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters against your lips, drawing you in with a breath as both his hands reach to tangle in your hair. You can practically hear a teasing remark from Charlie already but you’d risk the frizzy hair if Neil kept kissing you like this. 

“I’d say that was the other way around,” you told him as his lips started along your jaw and he chuckled before sealing a kiss to your neck. A perfect moment meant just for the two of you and you would lock it up in your heart and cherish it forever. It didn’t matter that reality would slowly seep in and that another student or teacher could discover either of you at any moment. Right now the only thing that mattered was the two of you. 

“So what I’m hearing is I should wear my full uniform more often,” Neil says as he pulls away, tucking some of your hair over your shoulder. You grin despite the way you roll your eyes at him. 

“Maybe, you never know what could happen,” you tease as you blindly grab a book off the shelf behind him. He matches your smile as you nod your head back to the table where your friends wait. He follows you, love sick and a little desperate to kiss you some more. When you return both boys look at you with suspicious expressions. 

“The rise and fall of the Roman Empire?” Meeks questions and you finally look at the book in your hands, a heavy blush covering your cheeks as you give them all a sheepish look. 

“It’s for personal use,” you offer a lame excuse as you settle into your previously abandoned seat and Charlie snorts. 

“More like Neil is,” Charlie mutters and you shoot him a glare while all the boys snicker. Neil just gives you a reassuring smile before tugging your chair closer to him.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just jealous,” he tells you, kissing you swiftly before any teachers notice and it makes you smile that he can still love you openly, even in front of his friends. A little less embarrassed you finally turn back to Charlie with a smirk. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll find someone someday, maybe.”

[neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies]

MY ANDERPERRY FIC IS HERE :D

11:06pm Saturday. He wanted to do this now? It's the middle of December, it's -3° out. Now of all times? Now Neil?!

[ricochetyears]

really love the idea of regulus being oh so mean and cold and detached in his human form but a cutie patootie in his animagus form (little kitty). like he just curls on james’ lap and purrs and meows and licks his cheeks and bites him gently and nudges him with his rosy little nose and

[youdrewstars22]

when I’m in a haunting the narrative competition and my opponent is Tonya from tcoptp

[octaviasdread]

Thinking about Carpe Diem and the cinematography of falling leaves to falling snow.

Seasons as cyclical as generations. It's tapestries and banners. It’s photographs on the wall. A structure, a system; tradition in the bones of buildings and boys.

There's a choice to be made - Nolan's hollow, ceremonial Light of Knowledge, or Neil's scavenged, man-made God of the Cave?

They’re children living for the future through a lens of past. Fireside stories embraced by woodland caves. They chant, dance, and recite from a sacred book - the heirloom they claim from a father they chose.

The window is finally open, but time froze at Welton lake. Forever winter. Forever youth. A moment in time, a feeling, a community turned to dust.

It's all so fleeting. Carpe Diem. Teenage years, childhood, a lifetime in three months. It’s a tragedy of classical epics.

The tale is old, but this wound is fresh. Falling to your knees. Shouting at the sky, praying and wailing, and clutching at the earth.

But the snow never stops.

Spring is up to us.

[damian-lil-babybat]

'Dead Poets Society' gang

Headcanon that these four drop poetry and literature quotes on their conversations unprompted.

Jason 'English-major-I-only-visit-the-manor-for-the-library' Todd-Wayne

Damian 'I-master-liberal-arts-unlike-you-plebs-PHD-holder' al Ghul-Wayne

Cassandra 'I-learn-English-thru-Shakespeare-as-god-intended' Cain-Wayne

Duke 'only-title-holder-of-vigilante-poet-and-will-cuss-you-just-as-poetically' Thomas-(future) Wayne

[deadpoetyogurt]

we were so robbed of charlie and meeks duo scenes because you just know they were the messiest when it came to welton drama 😭

[carpe-meow]

[one-paper-bag]

the poets….. i miss them…

- guy who watched dead poets society 30 minutes ago

[everythingisawayoflife]

writing a final paper on dead poets society for my film class and my page limit is THREE?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CANNOT DELVE INTO THE QUEER SUBTEXT OF NEIL AND TODD’S RELATIONSHIP AND THE PARALLELS OF NEIL’S DEATH TO THE PASSION OF CHRIST BUT ALSO MAYBE JUDAS ISCARIOT’S DEATH??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DON’T HAVE ROOM TO DISCUSS THE CHRISTIAN IMAGERY??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CANNOT FURTHER DELVE INTO THE TRAGEDY OF NEIL’S DEATH AND THE IMPACT IT HAS ON EVERYONE AROUND HIM???

i need a Cigarette.

somebody let me write this essay. pleak.

[ash5monster01]

feeling down rn after seeing my best friend from middle school hanging out with other two girls i personally knew from college so maybe a fic where charlie realizes that he and his childhood friend are slowly drifting apart? (idk if u ever received a req like this so i apologize if u did ash)

Not The Same

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, minor language, mentions of teasing, slight jealousy, heavy attraction

Summary: When Charlie returns home after being expelled he has no hope left for anything in life, that is until he spots you outside his window.

word count: 1k

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It was a weird thing. This sinking feeling in Charlie’s gut when he sees you across the street. Laughing at something two boys said with your books clutched tightly to your chest. It had been a long time since you laughed at anything he said like that. It was weird because he had once felt burdened by you. Two neighbor kids forced together and yeah, you were his best friend, but not by choice. So why was he suddenly jealous that you were not as close to him anymore but seemingly close with two other boys.

He really had no right, drifting from you the moment he started going to Welton. The friendship growing further and further apart. Now he only saw you briefly in the summer. Passing waves and stolen glances. Maybe a family barbecue or two. Now he knew nothing about you and that fact hit him like a ton of bricks. Especially now that he was home for an undecided amount of time. Taken away from all his friends just to realize he didn’t have anymore here either.

It shouldn't of hit him as hard as it did, he had planned to wallow in self pity, stay locked away tightly in his room. Instead he was attached to his bedroom window, eyes constantly searching for even just a glimpse of you. With how lonley he felt, it was the only thing he found comfort in, a warmth in your smile. Memories flashing of all the times he had teased you until you wailed for him to stop. All those years of finding you annoying but not understanding why he always wanted to be with you.

Suddenly when the two boys begin to walk away, Charlie leaps from his spot and barrels down the town house stairs. He’s not sure why, especially when he rushes through the door into the frigid cold without a jacket. You don’t even see him when he shuffles towards you still in his house shoes. It isn’t until he calls your name in a desperate plea do you turn to face him. Your face is tinted red from the chill or the aftermath of a blush from the two boys. Either way Charlie wonders if you have always been this beautiful.

“Charlie Dalton, what are you doing here?” you can’t help but ask, books pressed tightly to your chest and fingers tucked delicately into some mittens your mother had knit.

“Home for the holidays” he rushes out quickly, feeling a bit like a fool and embarrassed admitting he was kicked out of school. You snort at the boy, a soft shake of your head as you look at him.

“Isn’t it a bit early for that?” you ask, knowing more about the boy than you seemed to recall. Charlie had always been an after thought, especially when he went to Welton. Now standing in front of you was a handsome man with a boyish grin. It takes everything in you to remember if he was this handsome last summer.

“Finished my exams early” Charlie shrugs which is untrue but the ease he feels in his heart even talking to you stops him from being honest. It’s the first time he’s ever wished he hadn’t drifted away from you.

“Well it’s good to see you. Get inside before you freeze” you nod your head towards the house beside your own but Charlie isn’t cold. In fact this was the warmest he had felt since the night he had found out about Neil.

“Can we hang out?” he asks, voice hopeful and somewhat pleading. He would rather stand here and freeze if it meant being close to you again.

“Charlie we haven’t hung out since we were ten” you chuckle, amused and trying to understand the sudden proximity to the boy. What you couldn’t describe was the urge to say yes and hang out with him too.

“Eleven actually” and you roll your eyes at the relentless boy who hasn’t changed since you were kids. The same old Charlie, just grown.

“Either way you hated hanging out with me. You ripped the heads off my dolls and shoved me in the dirt any chance you got” you tell him and Charlie blushes because he knows it’s all true. Yet now he also knew it was the only way he was able to process his feelings towards you when he was a young and immature boy.

“Who’s to say I still will? I doubt you have any dolls now and I haven’t shoved you yet. There’s a perfectly good snow bank right here begging for it” Charlie points to the pile of freshly plowed snow against the sidewalk and you can’t help the belly laugh that leaves you.

“You haven’t changed at all” you say more as a statement and Charlie’s eyes bore into you as he waits for an answer to his hanging question.

“So about hanging out?” he tries again and you shake your head, a wide smile across your face as you look at the boy you once praised God for getting rid of. Yet now he stands in front of you a man, different from the boy you once drifted away from and wondered why it made you so sad.

“Sure, we can hangout, but the second you pull my hair or call me a mean name I’m leaving” and Charlie breaks out into a full on grin before holding a hand out to you.

“Deal” he says and you chuckle before putting your mitten covered hand into his own. The second you touch you can’t deny the butterflies that erupt in your stomach. When it dawns on you that it hadn’t even been skin on skin contact you realize you’re in deep shit. No longer prone to the charms of Charlie Dalton. Very close to crossing the line of having feelings for the annoyingly cocky boy. So you shouldn’t say it, but you do anyway.

“Deal”

[summerchlds]

I KNOW YOU

Neil Perry x gn! reader

Synopsis: In which you and Neil end up in a vintage photobooth.

An: Hello!! This is my first post on this account so I apologize if this sounds like shit😭 Also!! English is not my first language and I’ve never stepped foot into a Photo Booth so if I wrote something wrong then that’s on me🫡🫡

💌

When you two entered through the curtain and into the booth, You found it to be particularly small, barely big enough for the two of you to fit inside. It was kind of dark, the walls were maroon colored and the only thing there was in there was a built-in camera in the wall and a bench to sit down on so it was kind of empty (besides the scribbles and notes people had written down on the walls that the owners were too lazy to remove). You’ve both never seen or been in a Photo Booth before, not having a single clue on how it exactly worked, fearing that you’d accidentally break something.

“It’s quite cramped in here, isn’t it?” He teased softly, being fully aware of the amount of space you two had. You nodded, breathing out a faint ‘yeah’ under your breath. You tried to make yourself sit comfortably, but it was kind of hard when the side of your body was stuck glued beside his as your other half was against the wall.

Neil leaned down slightly.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked softly, his voice husky as he looked you up and down with a small smile. You once again nodded, not wanting to burden him. It was fine. Afterall, you couldn’t do anything about it. Neil turned his head back to the camera, looking clueless.

“Does it even work?” Neil asked as his brows furrowed.

“I hope so.” You responded, feeling hopeful. There was a button sticking out underneath the camera lens.

“I think this button starts the camera and countdown.” He said, unsure.

Neil reached slightly up to press it, unsure if it was the right thing to do. Thankfully, the lightbulb that hung above us, slowly lit up, triggering the timer countdown for the first picture. As the countdown went, You both realized that you had to act fast if you wanted the pictures to turn out good. You had no idea how many seconds you were given, could’ve been ten seconds or thirty if this machine was nice enough.

“What should we do?” You asked, a little panicky.

“Just smile!” He said quickly, leaning back a little against the wall. You took this opportunity to lean a little closer to the camera as you smiled nervously. You didn’t have that many high hopes for the first picture, just wanting the first picture to show you two smiling as a start. You posed awkwardly for a few seconds before the camera’s flash unexpectedly came on.

The bright flash blinded both of you, causing Neil and you to let out a small groan of discomfort as you both rubbed your eyes. Neil leaned back up beside you as he tried to blink away the spots in his vision, adjusting to the sudden change of light.

Now it was time to think of a new pose to do. Without thinking, you shifted yourself to lean your head towards him as you, again, smiled at the camera. You weren’t expecting for him to do the same though, but he did. Your heads linked together as you both smiled sweetly and the camera clicked once again.

You two pulled apart, feeling the warmthness of his cheek leave yours as you tried to figure out what pose you were going to do next. Neil seemed to have no problem with this whole thing, just freestyling everything. Maybe it was because you knew he would look good in any pose he chose to do.

You suggested to him that you two could make funny faces, just to humorize the photos. He didn’t say anything, let alone move as you got into your position, scrunching up your nose as you smiled mischievously. You awkwardly waited for the photo to be taken as you watched Neil from your peripheral vision. He turned his head towards you and just stayed there, watching you. His gaze seemed to burn a path through you.

You wanted to turn your head to face him but you’d have to wait until the picture would get taken.

When the flash finally covered the whole booth for just a split second before disappearing again, the light above you dimmed, signaling for you two to exit the booth, but you didn't, you stayed there as if you were expecting something more to happen. You turned your head immediately to see what was the problem. You were planning to ask him ‘why didn’t you pose?’ or ‘is there something on my face?’ but when you turned to him, you realized how close your faces were. And suddenly, your mind became blank. He stared down at you with a feeling of undeniable adoration in his brown eyes as he watched you almost hungrily. There was a tender, fond adoration flickering in his eyes, the way it often did in private moments like this. The warmth and affection in his expression made you feel vulnerable and cherized at the same time. His eyes seemed to take in every little detail, capturing it and piercing it into his mind, afraid to lose the memory of how you looked like, in case you two would in the future pull apart and never see each other again. His expression was soft and full of warmth, as if he found every little thing about you utterly mesmerizing.

“What?” You muttered quietly, already feeling yourself getting lost in his eyes. Oh how you could stare into them for hours on end.

“What?” Neil asked in return, his voice low and warm, tinged with a hint of amusement. In the midst of darkness, you could see a speck of light reflecting on his eyes from outside the curtain where the streetlight resided. You felt his breath from his open mouth hit your face as it made you realize how close your faces have gotten.

“May I kiss you?” He softly whispered against your lips, glancing down at them for a split second before returning his gaze up at you.

You opened your mouth, again and again to try and get something out but your voice had given up on you so you just nodded eagerly instead. He leaned down and closed his eyes, pressing his lips gently against yours. His hand travelled to your face, placing it on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You reciprocated and held his cheek, your thumb grazing his sharp cheekbone. The kiss was short but sweet, only lasting a couple of seconds before he pulled away, exhaling ever so slightly as he looked breathlessly at you. You couldn’t help but let out a cheeky grin that spread over your red face, which caused Neil to laugh at you.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

You walked out of the booth as you watched Neil pick up the pictures that were printed out and examined them. He had a cheeky smile on his face as he looked down on them, making you curious.

“Let me see.” You said and he handed you the strip. Without saying anything, you took it from him and looked at it closely. There were four black & white photos of you two stacked on top of each other, doing various poses for each one. The first photo though, caught your eye. It looked fine at first, you saw yourself smiling and narrowed your eyes to Neil.

His mouth was pulled into a wide smile which showed off his gleaming teeth and dimples. He looked adorable. Though unbeknownst to you, you saw his hand positioned behind your head, creating a bunny ears gesture, making you look like a fool.

When you realized this, you playfully hit his arm as a form of payback. He pulled up his hand to caress the spot where you hit him at, pretending to look hurt as he couldn’t help holding in his laugh.

“I just couldn’t help myself, I had to!” He said between laughs.

You didn’t want to give in but eventually did, giggling along with him.

Besides, you knew you were going to keep these photos in your dorm as a memory, even if they didn’t turn out perfect, they were special.

(After all, no one but you and Neil would fully know what happened after the fourth photo was taken.)

[ricochetyears]

oh how i hate that headcanon where sirius is a total whore who’s super experienced with sex. like, okay, sure—humor and flirting might be his coping mechanism, but i’m dead convinced the bastard knew as much about sex as a cow knows about discord. fr, growing up in that household? zero sex ed. sex was probably treated as purely for making heirs, and anything about pleasure was seen as shameful. so yeah, sirius might’ve been all talk, shouting about sex like he knew everything, but in reality? no real experience, no real understanding. just vibes and bluster

and that’s exactly why i love wolfstar intimate connection so much. in my mind, remus has a healthy, grounded understanding of sex—like, he actually gets it. he knows that it’s not just a physical thing but something tied to connection and emotion and he definitely understands how to give and receive pleasure

he’s the one who shows sirius what pleasure can actually feel like, how it’s nothing to be ashamed of. he teaches him how to enjoy it, how to feel good both physically and emotionally with someone you care about. remus is the one who shows sirius how to kiss someone when you love them, where and how to touch to make it feel good—no rush, no pressure. just feelings, just connection

[perksofbeingpoet]

and how lucky is todd, how lucky to have found a home in other people's hearts.

knox comes in without knocking, two t-shirts thrown over one of his arms like a waiter in a posh restaurant, the seams soft and worn. "you said you like this colour", he smiles, sitting down on todd's bed because it's no big deal, because he's comfortable enough, "and i think we have the same size."

they're sitting over a trig assignment, the tips of their hair brushing as they lean in close over the paper. meeks is frowning, exhaustion and frustration pulling at his eyebrows. "maybe it's- it-", todd starts, but the words clump in his throat and he's not that good at maths anyway. meeks smiles, a reassuring warmth in his eyes like dawn fog in summer. "no, go on."

charlie is laughing, laughing in a very big way because that's the only sort of laughter he's capable of - clutching his sides and doubling over, blindly grabbing at a street lamp for support. "you know", he says finally, wiping his eyes, his words slurred from drunken laughter, "you're way funnier than you give yourself credit for."

cameron drags his shirt over his head, already running, and todd is trying to catch up. warm, peagreen grass tickles his feet as he races down the short stretch of hill, throwing his shirt on top of cameron's which is already crumpled up by the peer. cameron yells "first!" and sputters lake water when todd jumps in after him, laughing, wet-haired.

"c'mon, one more sip." todd shuts his eyes and shakes his head, his exasperated chuckle doing nothing to hide the heat in his cheeks. "this is silly, you don't have to do this." pitts rolls his eyes and waves the spoon like a weapon until todd nods and lets pitts feed him another sip. "if this is the only way we'll get some food into you when you're sick, i'm ready to commit. now come on, there's still half a bowl of soup left."

[forourmoonyyy]

“My favourite trope is someone who believes they’re hard to love and someone who loves them like breathing”

Just say wolfstar damn

[inahallucination]

my favorite moment between anderperry is when neil asks todd to join and todd rejects it becuz he says that he can't talk/read the poems and instead of being like 'well just try it out' neil goes out of his way to ask the other members if todd can join WITHOUT READING

ITS SUCH AN AMAZING MOMENT

becuz like neil is obviously pushing todd into trying something new and taking a chance, but he's still understanding of how todd feels;;; like he's still so considerate

todd says he cant join becuz he cant read; he doesn't say he doesn't want to becuz of the other members or becuz of any real reason outside of that; and neil finds a way for him to be able to join the other poets and hang out with them, and be friends, and be a part of something, without forcing him to change himself

its why that deleted scene of him reading a poem was so important -- becuz he made the choice!! that was him!! he chose to read it!!! neil just opened the door for him to be comfortable -- neil just showed him it was possible to be a part of something, to have friends, to be happy, without changing who he was and THAT was what allowed him to grow into himself

its why i think neil had a bigger influence than keating becuz yeah keating gave him that push during class; but neil gave a solid support/path to be better; there wasn't any pressure on him, if he didn't speak, the poets wouldn't care, neil wouldn't care;;; but if he chose to, they'd listen