#keating would walk down the aisle with todd

[qwertzuiop0987654321]

i love them

[emilythefern]

one in eleven million

idea credit goes entirely to @ilypitts (and thanks to @poetofthedyingstars for tagging me :)

At exact ten thirty two am, Neil Perry and his fiancé Todd Anderson boarded their plane to London from Vermont Airport, holding hands as it took off. Todd, anxious as ever, was a bundle of nerves, comforted by Neil’s reassurance that plane accident deaths were one in eleven million. In his six years of residency working in the emergency room, he had never met a co-worker who had treated plane accident victims. And who was Todd to argue with his future husband who was a future doctor?

They were going to London on account of Todd’s new novel launching soon, with multiple signings in prestigious locations already booked. But Neil had plans as well. Engagement plans, to be precise. In London he was going to propose to Todd. He had made dinner reservations, and on a walk in the park, he planned to ask the question.

But at twelve sixteen pm, things went south. Down, if you want to get technical. Because the plane was headed straight for the ground in the middle of a forest they were crossing over. Thing were fine one second, next they were headed in a nosedive downwards. Neil felt Todd squeeze his hand, panic stricken.

The noise of screams was deafening, with flight attendants yelling for calm and safety protocols, and people saying goodbye to their families. But Neil couldn’t bring himself to say goodbye. One in eleven million, right? They’d be fine. They had to be.

The plane made contact with the ground at twelve seventeen pm, a sickening thud of debris and metal. Thrown from the impact, Neil felt his arm break as the ground made contact with him again. He was winded, flames dancing in his peripheral vision. Pulling himself up with his good arm, too full of adrenaline to notice the cuts peppering his body, he searched for any sign of Todd.

People, reuniting, crying because they were ok. Despite all odds, they got a happy ending. Neil didn’t see that for him and Todd. Instead, he Todd’s blond hair peaking out from under the wreckage from the wing. Time moved in slow motion as he ran to the side of his fiancé, a dread beyond tears.

Neil could recognise life threatening injuries. The kind no ‘medical miracle’ could cure. Todd had seen him crying in the night over the people he hadn’t been able to help, comforting him as the guilt washed over him. That was nothing compared to the guilt he felt as he saw Todd, his love, crushed under wing debris.

“Todd.”

Todd smiled weakly, trying to reach out for Neil. It didn’t work very well, his shaking hand barely moving. Given up on trying to push the immovable load, Neil held Todd’s face in his hands, stroking it gently.

“You look like shit, Neil.” Neil laughed as Todd smiled weakly.

“Does it hurt, honey?”

“Kind of. Half hurt,” he took a deep, pained breath. “and half numb. But it won’t hurt for long, right.”

This wasn’t happening right now. Todd would be fine. His shouting to call for help wouldn’t be in vain, someone would call the hospital to whisk Todd away and he would be fine. “Someone will be contacting emergency services, and they’ll help you. It won’t hurt much longer.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know that, Neil.”

“No, you’re going to be ok, you will be ok.” Salty tears stung the cuts on his face.

“You’re a doctor. You know that this will kill me.”

“It won’t! It can’t!” He was too loud, Todd was wincing, from the volume or the crushing weight, he wasn’t sure. But it wasn’t Todd’s time. He had so much left to live for. “You can’t leave me.”

“I don’t want to. But-“

“No buts. You have to be ok, because we haven’t gotten married yet.”

“Neil-“

“I’m going to propose in London, and it’s going to be great. A spring wedding, and all the poets will be there.”

“And Keating will walk you down the aisle.”

“And Keating will walk me down the aisle. Then I’ll dance with you Todd and it will be magical.”

“Magical.” Todd echoed Neil’s words, one hand clasped in his fiancé’s, the other non visible due to the wreckage.

“And we can move into a big house, because of your filthy rich brother. We’ll get a dog, a golden retriever, if you want. And you’ll write so many more stories, and poems, and we can read them together. We can adopt a kid, raise him,”

“Or her.”

“Or her together, and it’ll be grand. We’ll invite Charlie over every week, and when we don’t he’ll show up uninvited, and we’ll stay friends with all of the poets forever.”

“I wanted to visit Lake Windermere with you, one day.”

“Want. And we’ll do it.”

“Neil, let me go.”

“Todd-“

“You know it’s-“ Todd inhaled deeply, his grip on Neil’s hand growing slacker.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to talk.” Neil didn’t know how he was even functioning, his heart breaking. “They’ll send a helicopter, and we’ll get to the hospital.”

Neil sat there with Todd, waiting, describing the future they wouldn’t get. Champagne toasts and dancing in the kitchen, burnt toast on Sunday’s and coffee stains on the tablecloth from where their daughter would knock over the mug. Wedding anniversaries and walking the dog on summer days.

All whilst Todd drifted in and out of consciousness, breathing laboriously.

“I love you, Neil.”

“Todd- No, stay with me Todd!” He sobbed, holding Todd close to him.

At twelve fifty-eight pm, Neil whispered “I love you too. More than anything.” to the only one he’d ever loved.

But those words would never be heard, spoken to one who was already gone.

Despite all that they had overcome, the two were once again separated, this time forever.

Maybe Todd knew, maybe he didn’t, but he got to visit lake Windermere with Neil after all.

As Neil scattered the ashes with teary eyes, he mourned the past he’d been so lucky to have, and the future that had been stolen from him.

I actually had to read multiple Wikipedia articles for this fic, appreciate my dedication (/j)

also I know shockingly little about grey’s anatomy/doctor stuff so if this is just plain wrong I apologise

tag list: @aaronhoetchner @inahallucination @infinite-moths @exilesblack @maisietheweltoncow @make-ur-lives-extraordinary @cupiiid @deadpoetsbythelakes @tuskofthyme @aedan-mills @justarandompjofan

[that80sslytherinwrites]

Missing Sketchbook, Please Return to Artist (Neil Perry x fem!reader)

requested by @i-am-lost-and-need-a-map

Welton was pretty quiet once classes were done for the day, at least it was quiet in the school where the classrooms were as all the boys were either studying or goofing off with their friends outside.

  The dead poets trailed after Neil as he went down the empty and quiet halls in search of Mr. Keating. They rounded the corner and Neil knocked on Mr. Keating’s classroom door. They didn’t get a response, but the door wasn’t full closed, and it swung open at the force of Neil’s knocking.

  Neil poked his head through the opening of the door. “Mr. Keating?”

No response.

  “Mr. Keating?” Neil called again, slowly opening the door farther and stepping inside the classroom.

  “I don’t think he’s here, Neil,” Meeks said.

  Neil walked into the classroom, through to Keating’s office. The door was shut, and Neil rapped on it, which elicited no response. He tried the handle, only to find it locked.

  “What do you have to talk to Mr. Keating about so urgently anyway?” Cameron asked and sat down at one of the desks.

  Neil shrugged. “Nothing.” He wandered back down the aisle between the desks, heading for the door when he spotted a book flopped open on the floor of the classroom, nearly hidden from sight. He bent down to retrieve the book, flattening the pages back to their original state.

  “What’s that?” Todd asked.

  Neil shrugged. “I just found it on the floor. It looks as though someone dropped it without noticing.” He flipped open the cover in search of a name. Instead of a name he found intricate and beautiful sketches of himself and his friend on the first page. Curiosity getting the better of him, Neil flipped the pages of the book, inspecting the several sketches of him and his friend, but mostly him he noticed.

  “Woah,” those a really good,” Meeks commented, poking his head around Neil’s shoulder to look.

  Neil placed the book on top of a desk, and they crowded around it as he flipped through the pages.

“That’s kind of creepy,” Pitts stated. “Whose sketchbook, is it?”

“I don’t know,” Neil said. “There’s no name in here. It just says ‘if lost please return to artist’.”

“What’s written next to the pictures?” Charlie asked.

  Neil inspected the swoopy lines next to a picture of Todd. “It’s poetry.”

“Original?” Knox asked.

  He shook his head. “No, this one’s Shakespeare. I guess it’s just whomever drew these felt fit the pictures.”

Knox flipped the page of the sketchbook to a page covered in sketches of Neil wearing his glasses, lines of poetry were scrawled between the photos. He leaned in further to read them. “These are all love poems.” He looked at Neil and smiled. “Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer.”

  Before Neil could respond they heard voices in the hall.

  “We should go,” Cameron said.

  The boys agreed and shut the sketchbook. Neil felt only a minor burst of a conscience to leave the sketchbook in the room where they found but as Pitts called that the hall was clear, and they sprinted out of Mr. Keating’s classroom he tucked it under his arm and shut the door behind him.

After dinner, the dead poets crowded into Neil and Todd’s room where they saw the sketchbook sitting on Neil’s bed.

  “You took it?” Cameron exclaimed. “Now they’re going to know that someone was in there.”

“Relax Cameron,” Charlie said. “A. no one will know it was us and B. it was on the floor, whoever forgot it probably doesn’t even know where they left it.”

Neil opened the book again to a page with a picture of himself drawn beautifully in the centre and surrounded by flowers and lines of romantic poetry. “Don’t you want to know who drew all of these?”

“You only want to know because whomever it is, is completely head over heels in love with you,” Charlie stated and flopped onto Todd’s bed.

  “I want to give it back to them,” Neil corrected.

  “Sure,” Meeks said and gave Neil and wink.

  “I’m sure they’re looking for it,” he argued. “If it were mine, I would want it back.”

For a week it was nothing but teasing as Neil searched desperately for the owner of the sketchbook. Neil had tried matching the handwriting with no avail, and then he began checking the art classes, he even asked Knox to ask Chris if she knew anyone who could draw well. She couldn’t come up with anyone that she knew had as good of skills os the one sin the sketchbook.

  “Still carrying it around I see,” Charlie said as Neil walked into the study room where the rest of them were procrastinating their math homework as Cameron slowly became more and more frustrated that they couldn’t understand this one problem.

  “Maybe you should just put it back where you found it,” Todd suggested. “Wouldn’t this person be looking everywhere they’d been recently to find their sketchbook?”

“Probably,” Pitts said.

  Neil sat down at their table and placed the sketchbook on top of it. “Maybe I should put it back.”

“But?” Charlie prompted.

  “But these drawings are really good, and I just want to meet whoever drew them,” Neil said.

  “Well, while you’re deciding on what to do, can you take a look at this question?” Cameron slid the textbook towards Neil.

  Neil glanced down at the problem before shaking his head and reaching for the sketchbook again. “I’m going to go put this back. Maybe if Mr. Keating is there, he knows whose it is.”

“Won’t he just then know we were snooping around his classroom without him there?” Cameron asked.

  “Mr. Keating probably won’t care,” Meeks stated. “And I figured the question out.”

Cameron’s attention was immediately diverted to math as Meeks showed him the solution.

  “Do you want me to go with you?” Todd asked.

  Neil shook his head. “I’ll be back soon anyway. Mr. Keating probably won’t even be there, and I’ll just put it on his desk.”

Neil left the room and wandered down the near empty corridors of Welton until he reached Mr. Keating’s classroom. The door was once again unlocked, and Neil stepped inside. It was dark in the room except for the fading sunlight streaming through the windows.

  Neil called out for Mr. Keating but received no response. Just as he suspected Mr. Keating wasn’t there. He walked up to the front of the classroom and placed the sketchbook on the desk just as the door of Mr. Keating’s office opened. He looked up and saw a girl standing in the open doorway.

  She glanced down at his hand that was still holding the corner of her sketchbook. “You found it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

  “This is yours?”

She nodded.

  Neil picked the book back up and held it out to her. She grabbed the book hurriedly and tucked it up against her chest.

  “You’re really talented,” Neil said.

  “Thanks,” she muttered.

  “Can I ask when you drew all of those? Those ones of my friends and I?” She blinked widely at him. “I sometimes sit on the lawn by the trees where you never notice me and draw you guys as you study outside. I hope you don’t mind. I just find it’s best to work with real—”

“It’s fine,” Neil interrupted her rambling. “I really like them.”

They fell into a bout of silence as they stared at each other.

  “The poems,” Neil started. “Are they a reflection of your feelings or are they just things you like?”

“Both,” she replied.

  “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“I’m Neil.” He held out his hand for her to shake it.

  She shook his hand, her fingers cold against his warm ones.

“How come you’re here inside Welton?”

“Mr. Keating is my uncle,” she answered.

  “Oh, so that’s why we found your sketchbook in here,” he said.

  “I have to go,” y/n said. “They don’t want me spending a lot of time in here.” She walked past Neil, towards the door to the classroom.

  “Wait.” Neil ran after her, meeting her at the door where she had stopped for him. “Can I see you again?”

She nodded, her lips slowly creeping into a shy smile. 

  “This weekend?” he asked.

  She nodded again. “I’ll leave the address with my uncle.”

Neil nodded, face hot, and watched as y/n turned and left the classroom. He let out a sharp breath of air as he left the classroom, shutting the door behind him. Only three more days until he saw her again. He barely knew her, but after studying the pages of her sketchbook for a week, he felt he did and he was looking forward to seeing her again.

[aedan-mills]

What's your headcanon for Todd and Neil's wedding ( if they had one, idk I feel like Neil would really want one?)

omg omg omg of course they'd have one <3 I kinda have two HC for their wedding since I'm thinking of both their time period vs Modern day au or something similar <3

So of course back then, 1960s or whatever, they didn't allow same-sex marriages BUT like?? that didn't stop them <3

In both my Headcanons, Todd is the one who proposes because that's HIS arc, he has to learn how to be courageous and propose to Neil. Neil knows he wants to marry Todd, but he doesn't want to rush Todd into that kind of commitment so he always waited for todd to make the first move.

In the older au, they'd have a secret wedding, in which only their friends (+Jeff and keating) are invited. It'd be in the cave or similar because they can't get married in court obviously, and since their marriage was free from bureaucracy or things, they did whatever they wanted with the wedding. They did poetry for vows, Charlie played the sax as Neil and Todd both went down the aisle <3 They couldn't wear rings in public but they got matching Watches (courtesy of charlie) and it's synchronized, so whenever they check their time, they're reminded of each other (to go home for supper and such)

IN MODERN AU, NOW, i imagine them being slightly older, because there was so rush and such, but I want it to match the day/time same-sex marriages became legal in the whole country and they were both having the revelation of "oh fuck, this is it, we CAN get married now" (very similar to cam and mitchel from modern family) so they both scramble to be the first ones to ask; but again, Todd beats Neil to the punch and surprises him. Charlie wanted to plan a flash mob but Neil said that would be too much; They get married in the woods/ the theme was woodland/cottagecore type, basically midsummer's night, and they still only invited people who matter. Meeks and Pitts are flower men, obviously, Charlie was kind enough to officiate because he got that online course for THIS exact reason, they still do their poems as vows, Knox BAWLS at their wedding, josh^2 is there too, chris and ginny, fresh from their wedding were bawling too, Jeff walks todd down the aisle, mr. keating walks neil down the aisle. since neil and todd shared groomsmen, they had to be evenly split on each side for the photos

possible examples of their wedding photos

and when neil and todd throw a wreath (the puck one) instead of a bouquet, Charlie catches it (deck tennis style) and proposes to cam on the spot <3

Either way, I choose to believe Neil and todd happily got married without the presence of their parents because they dont need that kind of negativity

Also, the ring bearer is their pet corgi <3 they have a dog and I stand by that so much <3

Thanks for the ask, anon <3~!

[that80sslytherinwrites]

i love the knox dating thing ! can you do something similiar for gerard pitts? like he meets a girl who looks rather intimidating and mean but she's very soft for him and she is keatings daughter who spends a year at welton and like the boys don't believe pitts when he tells them but the reader is open about their relationship?

Dating Gerard Pitts and being Keatings Daughter...

Fem reader, looks like she could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll

• Your father got a new job at some posh boys boarding school and when he told you about it, you were a little concerned.

• Your father, John Keating, had always taught at the school you attended and when he announced he'd be teaching at an all boys school, you felt a little betrayed

• But he had a solution. It was a good idea in theory, but being the only girl at an all boys school? Maybe not the best idea he's ever had

• But you didn't complain, you knew it was your last year of high school and if going to an all boys school meant you got to stay with your dad instead of being shipped off to another school, you would live with it. Boarding school boys couldn't be THAT bad. You were more shocked they were going to let you attend

• By the time September had rolled around and school was about to begin you knew they would announce the situation at dinner of the first day that there would be a girl attending Welton that year. The reason for the annoucement at dinner? Because the men running Welton didn't want to ruin their reputation in front of all the boy's families at the opening ceremonies (I assume that's what that bit at the beginning of the film counts as)

• You waited in your room...barely larger than a closet that you didn't share with anyone and was no where near where the boys stayed. At least you had your own bathroom. You figured you were staying in the quarters intended for a member of the kitchen staff

• At dinner you were brought in after the announcement and were sat at a table full of gawking boys. You rolled your eyes and ate your dinner in silence without paying attention to the boys at your table. Obviously, you were sat at the table with the DPS gang

• Charlie was cracking jokes, Todd and Neil were deliberately not staring, but the rest of them had a hard time not looking. It wasn't exactly their fault, these boys have zero idea of what to do around a girl due to the absolute lack of interaction

• It took almost a week before any member of the DPS tried talking to you normally, class discussion and whatever Charlie was doing did not count.

• Or for any guy at the school to really talk to you. You kept to yourself, did your work and didn't take shit from anyone, so to be fair you knew it was difficult for people to get passed your tough exterior

• It wasn't really their or your fault but you had a tendency to cross your arms and frown at people.

• You created a reputation for yourself at Welton as being mean and unapproachable. But you were sort of fine with it. It would also be nice to have a friend or two

• Pitts is not the shyest member of DPS but he's not exactly not shy either, but oddly enough you didn't meet him first. The first member you spoke with was Meeks in the library. He saw you sigh and drop your head to the tabletop and offered to help you

• Meeks was kind and you didn't mind the idea of a friend so you started talking to him more until you were eventually just sucked into the DPS gang and friends with the lot of them

• It was a little weird you befriended Meeks first considering he was one of the more timid members of their group and you had a sour look on your face about 85 percent of the time, but it wasn't your fault you had a resting "I want to kill you" face

• Meeks even shocked himself that he had gone up to you to speak with you because quite honestly he was afraid of you, but you were polite enough

• But nevertheless, you became friends with the DPS gang.

• Pitts was undeniably drawn to you especially as you opened up to the group

• You started to hang out and talk with Pitts more and more as you got to know the boys. You liked his sarcastic comments. You two's likes and personalities just seemed to click

• Pitts seems like the guy who'll kind of just naturally sling his arm around your shoulders, or because he's tall and if you are significantly shorter than him, there is a chance he'll rest his arm on top of your head. This of course did not fly, and everytime he touched you, you shoved his arm away distastefully. But deep down you really loved the feeling of his arms around you

• For a long while you two are aware of your feelings for one another but continously skirt around them

• I feel like Pitts would be the kind of person to pretty much ignore his feelings until you confess or he loses them so that's what he does

• It's agony for you. Everyday you think of him and wait for him to make a move, but he doesn't. You aren't blind and can tell he likes you too, so one day when you're hanging out with him and Meeks you decide to make a move

• They are working on their radio in the back corner of the library. No one else can really see you three so they aren't worried about being caught. You pretend to excuse yourself to go look for a book, walking to the next aisle, you find a book on the shelf just out of your reach (because likely you're shorter than him)

"Pitts, please come grab this book for me."

"Coming"

• Once you had Pitts over by you, an impulsive thought took over your mind and you tugged him down by the sweater of his uniform and kissed him. He blinked rapidly after you pulled away

"What was that for?"

"I wanted to."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

• After that you two were essentially official and the whole DPS gang knew by the end of the day. You threw it into conversation so casually they didn't even get the chance to be at least a little shocked

• The longer you and Pitts dated the more he saw the sweet side of you. You were genuinely caring and considerate to him.

• You practically dote on him when you're alone

• All the cuddles. You were very cuddley with Pitts but only with Pitts

• While you were open about your relationship with Pitts and practically everyone at Welton knew about it you were still putting up your mean front

• Pitts tried explaining to the boys how sweet and soft you were with him, but to no one's surprise, they didn't believe him

• The closest you got to being soft with Pitts in public was letting him hold your hand or keep his arm around your shoulders

• Although Pitts is fairly kind looking, the intimidating girlfriend standing next to him did deter some people from speaking to him

• Most of the DPS gang was still at least a little afriad of you even though you were good friends with all of them

• Pitts and you would go for walks around campus and although they looked normal, Pitts revelled in the idea that only he knew about how soft you were around him and the gentle subjects you spoke about around him on those walks

• Pitts would definitely dance with you once him and Meeks got that radio going

"What are we going to the roof for?"

"You'll see."

"Is that a radio?"

"Yes, want to dance with me?"

• Because no one else was around you two slow danced, pressed together

• Pitts would give you forehead kisses both in private and public

• In public you would basically ignore the kiss, in private you wouldn't be able to resist blushing and peppering his face with kisses

• At one point Meeks walked in on you two kissing, he's a little scarred but he'll survive. You would have thought it was more than kissing the way he went on about it

• Pitts and you lay on your bed and whisper together, talking about romance and stars

• None of the other DPS boys ever really see the soft side of you, but you were happy to only share that with Pitts