#knoxie

[roenais]

Might I request a Philza Minecraft?

im surprised ive never made a serious attempt at drawing this guy. he's harder than i expected LMAO.

[jasondeansgothwife]

actor boys if they were bath and body works fragrances

kris lemche: into the night (described as "a timeless, feminine, alluring night on the town - raspberry noir, amber crystals, velvety rose petals, creamy patchouli and mocha musk" on bath and body works dot com)

chad donella: dahlia ("bright and floral with a dash of intrigue - a beautiful blend of dahlia petals, crisp pear and praline")

christian slater: oh, cherry ("irresistable addiction, bring on the bold with this punch of red fruit -  black cherry, sheer magnolia and tonka bean")

ryan merriman: gingham ("a fresh, vibrant, happy celebration - blue freesia, white peach, fresh clementine, violet and clean musk")

texas battle: twilight woods ("the warmth and mystery of an enchanted forest -  lush berry, sparkling mandarin, soft mimosa, apricot nectar and cypress wood")

matthew lillard: pumpkin swirl cake ("a perfectly spiced, falltime dessert - pumpkin spice, caramel toffee and creamy vanilla")

johnny knoxville: love always wins ("a sparkling celebration of who you are - rainbow citrus, water lotus and wood sage")

james spader: pretty as a peach ("the season's sweetest, juiciest just-picked delights - peach, jasmine petals and white nectarine")

jesse moss: first sight ("knowing you found your other half - soft bergamot, rich woods and sugared musk")

bruce campbell: iced lemon pound cake ("a rich, tangy teatime dessert - sugary glazed icing, pure lemon zest, fluffy pound cake and whipped cream")

[the-physicality]

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[planetapolilla]

Demon girls worker collab with my friend Knoxy

[perksofbeingpoet]

the beach boys fill the kitchen, happy voices getting lost in the fog of pasta water. pitts sings along in the highest voice he can muster, leaning close into knox when the latter complains, and knox just laughs and softly shoves him away. "c'mon, todd!" charlie is doing a sort-of shuffle on the carpet, using a wooden spoon as a microphone. "will you do me the honours?" todd shakes his head, grinning, but accepts charlie's outstretched hand, losing himself in the improvised dance moves and the sound of harmonies and bubbling sauce. pitts whistles. "look at you go, anderson! i might have to change dance partners- ow, i was joking!" meeks grins. "you wouldn't dare, anyway." charlie's eyes gleam under the kitchen lights. "oohh, this calls for a dance battle! c'mon, meeks!" "fine", meeks chuckles, handing knox the spatula. "knoxie, your turn." knox licks some sauce off his fingers, grin wide as he turns up the music. "take it away, guys."

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

RIGHT... moots assemble we're doing this shit

GUYS CLAIM YOUR DPS MEMBER 🙌

AHEM: options:

Neil ✔

Todd ✔

Meeks ✔

Cameron

Stick ✔

Pitts

Charlie ✔

Keating ✔

Knox ✔

@noctilucaa - TODD 💗

@sunshine-and-misery - CHARLIE 😻

@lv3buzz - NELLY 🥰

@i-love-steven-meeks - STICKERS 💞

@desire-mona - not replied 😖

@arrr-im-a-dead-poet - KNOXIE 🙌

@asclexe - KEATING 😍

@neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies - (idk if doing it 😔)

Me - I'm claiming Meeks nobody can stop me

I'LL FILL IN EVERYONES LITTLE DECISIONS 🤭

[askknox]

Go on then. I’ll go fish it out from the old ice bucket in m’ car. One sec, buddy boy.

esther smith.

thats it poryphone send the post send post

[heliads]

If requests are still open :) Something for dead poets society, just sth with the gang having a good time, maybe trying to stage a play in the woods? Tbh just a everyone lives and is happy AU with fluff and winter and hot tea! (while I love this book I havent read it in a very long time...)

ok consider an everyone lives au but they are not 100% happy. (i am incapable of not writing angst my apologies) also this is movie dead poets society not book because i have not yet read the books whoops. hope you enjoy xoxo

'and it's not tonight' - dead poets society

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Todd Anderson is looking out the window at a gray, blustery morning, when they ask him if he’s going to be alright. It wasn’t quite certain before then. It’s not quite certain now, either, even after he answers.

“Of course,” he says somewhat unconvincingly, “Why do you ask?”

Behind him, Charlie Dalton raises a dubious brow. For once in his life, he’s holding himself back, but the situation requires discretion, and who is he to mess up at a time like this? He’s already been warned about treating Todd like a glass doll rather than a paper mache target, but even Charlie can tell that now is the time to pull a few punches. The hollows under his friend’s eyes are far darker than they were a couple of months ago. He wears unease like a well-traveled coat, thin at the elbows and rubbed raw at the seams.

“Look at yourself,” Charlie answers at last, “You’re exhaustion walking. And don’t tell me otherwise, I’ve got eyes.”

“I should hope so,” Todd remarks, and permits himself a small curl of his lips up into a half-smile. Half-smiles are good, though. Almost there to the real thing. So he’ll tell himself, at least.

Even a half-smile can let Charlie know that he’s alright. The other boy breaks into a well-intentioned snorting laugh. “Hey, ask any girl in town and they’ll tell you I’ve got beautiful ones. ‘Sides, Anderson, you know everything’s alright. The stuff with Neil was cleared over, right? He came back.”

“He came back,” Todd repeats somewhat weakly.

“Yeah, yeah, he came back,” Charlie confirms, walking over to clap his friend on the shoulder, shaking him a little bit just to mess with him but mainly to get his affections across. “He’s a little more tired than he used to be, and we’re all plenty scared from what could have happened, but overall we’re glad to see him again. His parents realized they messed up in the nick of time, and even if they wanted him under watch for a little bit, he’s back and we’re back and everything’s alright. Capiche?” He asks dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows for a bit of flair.

“Since when are you Italian?” Todd asks doubtfully.

“Since the situation requires it,” Charlie answers him, and slings an arm around the boy’s bony frame. “Come on now. The snow’s cleared up, and even if all that does is remind us how little grass grows on our campus, it means we can go into the woods again. I’ve been talking to the boys and we all agree that it’s time to dust off our finesse with literature. What do you say, Todd? You up for another rousing poetic exchange tonight?”

Todd jerks his head up and down in a hasty agreement. “Yeah. Neill’ be there?”

“Yeah, and me, and Knoxie, and everyone else you forgot to mention,” Charlie says in a tone of mock outrage. “God, you live with the guy, don’t you? Can’t you spare some excitement for the rest of us, too?”

Todd rolls his eyes, and finds the grace to elbow Charlie in the ribs. “Spare me the self-indulgence, Dalton. I’m glad to see all of you.”

“Don’t I know it,” Charlie affirms. “It’s been a while since we were all together, yeah?”

Todd blows out a low breath as they walk back towards the halls. It has been a long time, or it felt that way, at least. After the– after the incident after the play, in which Neil was found in his father’s study with a gun in his hands about to blow the trigger, it was decided that all of the pupils of Welton Academy would go home for a short period of time to clear their heads and come back ready to face the end of term. 

Mainly, Todd thinks it was so rumors couldn’t spread about just what happened with Neil Perry to take him out of school, and he’s glad for it. Neil doesn’t deserve to have everyone whispering about what happened to make him decide that the best thing for his life was to end it. Neil deserves the world, and none of them could give it to him.

That was the worst part of it all, Todd decides. The guilt, how it wrapped around him in wires as strong as the heaviest chains of iron. He couldn’t escape it. If he was really Neil’s friend, he would have known. If he was really Neil’s friend, Todd could have stopped him. If he was really Neil’s friend, Todd wouldn’t have found out about the attempt the next morning, quietly awoken from drowsy sleep by a Charlie Dalton with eyes like a stricken soldier as he lurchingly informed Todd that Neill Perry had tried to kill himself the night before. And none of them had known. And when his father had taken the gun away, Neil fought and screamed for it, worse than he did when he tried to convince his parents that he wanted to act, louder than he protested that he would be sent away to military school.

And then they were alone. At home. The worst place for boys to be. Should you grieve the friend who is not dead? Do you call each other on the phone, and ask if you have been playing any sporting games with other boys your age, or if you have given any thought to the fact that your friend might not have wanted to die if you had praised him more in class, or clapped louder when he performed, or said something– anything– to this beautiful, brittle boy?

They don’t say any of that. They think it quite loudly, but unspoken thoughts do not travel well over the telephone. The flittering ghosts of would-be words tend to get lodged in the coils of wire from receiver to housing, across the street and over the miles of terrain until they reach the abode of the boy on the end, who also has a lot to say but won’t. And then they both stay silent. And they both know exactly what the other wanted to say anyway. That is how friendship works.

They came back, though. Welton sent out a series of letters to usher back the pupils, even had its secretaries working overtime to call the people who never seem to answer their mail. There was another rush of cars and luggage to the dorms, and then they were settled in again. Todd had wondered if he might be assigned another roommate– anyone other than Cameron, God, but preferably Neil still– and then the door had opened quietly and Neil was there again, trying for a brave smile, and saying, “Todd?” in a voice that had once rung pure and true through a theater that loved him.

Todd loves him for it. He’d embraced Neill with open arms, felt the air punch out of his lungs in one strike, but it came back. He came back. They were alright again, sort of. They might be alright in time, but time is what they have.

Now they’ve all been waiting for the snow to melt, and treading on thin ice around topics they don’t dare broach. Neil has been a good sport, never making them feel awkward for wanting to treat him like a china doll. He was good before, too, though, and– It gets hard to tell sometimes, that’s all. Hard to tell when he genuinely is unbothered and when he’s superbly good at pretending otherwise. They stick to safer subjects anyway.

At last, though, the ground is firm, the weather not terrible, and Charlie’s gone and rallied the troops for a night out there. At first, Todd’s first instinct is to panic. They aren’t supposed to be having any more meetings of the Dead Poets Society, not since Keating was the scapegoat for all the trouble and everyone cracked down on what makes a good boy want to escape, but over time he realizes that it’ll be alright. Some things are worth the risk. Making Neil smile again is one of them.

They meet at midnight. Todd sits awake with bated breath, even though the act by itself isn’t even all that unusual. They’re teenage boys. Staying up until the moon hangs high and lofty in the sky is expected, not uncommon. Still, a delicious shiver of inherent wrongdoing whispers down his spine when Neil walks slowly into the center of their shared dorm room and says quietly, reverently, “It’s time.”

As if the others had been waiting upon that very proclamation, the remaining boys peer out into the hall immediately after Neil and Todd silently close their door behind them. Their eyes meet with shared secrecy, shared triumph, and they make their way down the wooden stairs and out into the bristling chill of night. The stars are out tonight. We are all out tonight.

They all start heading out into the woods. Charlie takes off like a flash at the end of a matchstick, hurtling at a runner’s sprint across the hills, and the others follow him at varying speeds. Todd begins walking at a normal clip until it occurs to him that he doesn’t see enough heads bobbing around him and he turns to see Neil hesitating by the door.

They lock eyes, and Todd sees a whole host of things swimming in brown irises, fear and apprehension and a sick sort of guilt that makes Todd’s stomach squirm in sympathy. He gives Neil one last moment over the threshold, then jerks his head towards the others, putting a little faux arrogance into the gesture in the hopes that an actor might appreciate an act in someone else and remember what it is like to trust oneself again.

Neil accepts the move and grins, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. “I’ll race you to the caves,” he calls, and begins to run, his footsteps sure and strong.

Todd stares after him, an astronomer watching his first comet, then takes off after him. The grass is dry and quick under his feet, spread out under each footstep like the wake of a speedboat. The wind, already coarse, pulls at Todd’s skin, his hair, his clothes, but not even the strongest gusts could keep him down. Somehow, he’s already to the edge of the forest, and he lets out a loud, delighted whoop. A barbaric yawp, if you will. Somewhere in the back of Todd’s mind, a dark-haired man in a comfortable brown sweater smiles indulgently, and chalks up another small victory to the wonders of poetry.

The second his war cry leaves Todd’s throat, the other boys swarm him like moths to a flame. Someone claps a hand over his mouth, and around him, laughs echo into the crunching of leaves underfoot. 

“Don’t be so loud, you’ll get the professors on us in no time,” someone admonishes, but then a different boy cuts in, “Don’t be stupid, we’re far enough out that we can all be shouting,” and Todd’s punishment is lifted and he can yell once more. His defender– Neil, it must be, no one else can make their voice ring with glory like that in just a few words– joins in in the triumphant calls, and then they’re all shrieking up to the stars above, here we are, not boys and not men, bold enough to scream and young enough to never listen.

Todd thinks, as they run through the forest, that it’s been a while since he let himself go free. He hasn’t listened to his mind in a long time, hasn’t let the words roll around in his brain, loose marbles of similes and paraphrased poems. His musings are dusty, dark things most of the time, but sometimes the light catches them just right and they glow like sapphires. He could write a thousand stanzas if he wanted to, right now, and everyone would listen.

The Dead Poets Society reaches the caves and a hush falls among the crowd. Slowly, they edge inside, eyes wide. The rock faces and crumbling caverns should be different, Todd thinks, something should mark the passage of time and all the awful things that have twisted their fates since the last time they sat together and thought of prose, but the stones still look as they did the last time they were here. The moss grows in familiar patterns, albeit a little thicker in certain patches now that it hasn’t been scuffed by boots in a month or so, but one of Charlie’s magazines that he forgot to take back with him turns up under some spiderwebs, and Todd’s favorite place to sit is still just as inviting. Maybe, then, the only thing that changed was them. Maybe that’s all that needs to happen.

“So?” Meeks asks, settling into a seat, “What are we doing tonight?”

“Poetry, duh,” Charlie answers him, rolling his eyes fondly. “We’re the Dead Poets Society. What else would we do, peruse our textbooks?”

This earns him a vengeful swat on the shoulder from Meeks, but even Charlie can admit that the question was fair. They’ve read plenty of poems, they’ve written a few, they’ve even gone off and run some improv limerick challenges, although Todd notes that they haven’t brought nearly enough alcohol for that tonight.

After a few moments’ thought, someone suggests a play. It might be Todd. Instantly, the idea is accepted, and roles are divided out. They’ll be doing Hamlet, since there are plenty of long sticks outside and everyone is quite fond of the idea of pretending to run each other through. Pitts is already practicing his death rattles, except he’s not very good at it, and it sounds more like he’s hacking up a lung or two.

Neil, though, is glowing at the idea, and even though they haven’t got any scripts so everyone is mostly just planning on paraphrasing the hell out of one of William Shakespeare’s finer works, Todd gets the idea that Neil has a few memorized soliloquies rattling around in his head already.

Good, then. They’ll enjoy tonight, and the next night they’re out here, and the one after that, too. It has been a very long winter, but Todd has caught his first glimpse of new spring, and he gets the feeling that warmer, sunnier days aren’t the impossibility they seemed a few weeks ago. The days are healing, and they will too. And so the Dead Poets come back to life.

requested by @reinekes-fox, i hope you enjoy!

dead poets society tag list: @faerieroyal

all tags list: @wordsarelife

[pjclappworld00]

knoxy at steve-o's 50th birthday party

[reyreadersblog]

Well..i'm guessing Knoxy is gonna be TRAUMATISED one

[azsazz]

omg BABE congraaats! SO excited for u 👏 I absolutely adored Midnight Muse, so even though a small part of me wants to hoard and gatekeep our precious fic in this fandom, you deserve the success and recognition, and the world deserves good books! 💖

Remember us and remember where u came from when you blow up 🥹 luv uuuuu

now, some questions 4 u:

How was it to 'un-acotar-ize' the story, and find alternate names for everyone? Do you still picture the acotar characters in your mind in the new version? I'm curious what the rest of the changed names are apart from Quinn and Knox (which are awesome names btw), are the other changed names something you can share, or is that a secret? (it's fine if not, I'm just super curious 😁) Also, was 'Knox' a reference to one of Az's sons in your fic family tree?

Also, I notice it says "Book 1 of the Vulcan University series", are there plans for more? 👀

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Thank you so much!!! I know i wish we could gatekeep it here too but it was too good not to share with the world! The real ones will always know where midnight muse came from 💙💙

i could never forget any of you!! and you'll never get rid of me either 😈 hehehe. I love you too!! 🫶🏻

Honestly, it de-acotarizing it wasn't too bad. it was a little grating because i basically had to revise 120k 😭 and my version of revising that was literally retyping the entire thing because im a psycho and can't just fix up paragraphs haha. but the plot did get some work after all of the feedback i received and i thinks its even better than it was!! There's def still some subtle acotar hints tbh (maybe to the point where i'm worried it might be a lil obvious but whatevs) but gotta let em know my roots lol

hmmm finding names was kind of a mix of easy and hard for me. i've always wanted to use the name knox because i really like it as we all know so i went with him bcs i love it. it's slightly a reference to the son i made for him, but if you've read the knox x reader fic there's something that i do want to use his (my?) canon (or is it fanon? no idea) character with a variation of the name (so excited about). but that's for when i attempt writing a fantasy so idk when that will happen, there's much more thought that has to go into that than my lil romance 💙 but yeah we love knoxie in any form 💙

sometimes i do picture the characters when im writing...it's surprisingly mostly cass i think about or slip up when i'm talking about it irl 😂 but they mostly have their own personalities now and i adore them all so much!

I would LOVE to share the other character names!! So we have Quinn (absolutely love this name tbh) and Knox obviously 💙💙💙 Then we have Ace (which would be Rhysand's character in the fanfic), Rory - Quinn's best friend and roommate. Then we have Slate (😂 always cracks me up) for Cassian's character, and Reid for Luciens character. Mandy was Mor but only makes a brief appearance! Those are pretty much the main characters for the series 💙

There are plans for more...hehehe...i might be well into writing the second one as we speak, but the goal is to have four books in this series!

thank you for the questions these were so exciting and fun to talk about 🥰💙

[osrphotography]

Riverhead Ferry's Kawau Isle seen alongside at Riverhead.

Constructed in 1952 by Roy Lidgard as a traditional kauri motor launch, she was launched on the Bon Accord Harbour, Kawau Island.

She spent 30 years running between Sandspit and Kawau before purportedly running as a school ferry in Whangārei.

In 1987, she was bought up to the Bay of Islands and became the original Blue Ferry, which competed with the newly merged Fullers / Mt. Cook (Northland) ferry service. She very quickly found herself in fierce competition with Waimarie, and when Fullers Corporation (now Fullers360) was bought out from the Fuller family, she was returned to Auckland.

For a brief period in 1990-91, she was back at Kawau, but this did not last. Finally, in 2003, she was bought by Paul Meyer and his partner, who ran her as the Riverhead ferry. Although they sold the business in 2019, Kawau Isle continues to sail faithfully between Auckland and Riverhead.

Of particular note, when she left the Bay of Islands, she was replaced by Miss Knoxie, which, as MV Hogwash currently runs between downtown and Wynyard Quarter and prior to that ran to Riverhead as well.

With thanks to @tau9 <3 for joining me.

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[knoxoverstreetluvr]

my introduction to how i write the dead poets boys ꩜✧˖°.

disclaimer 1: this is all my opinions and guesstimates on random things about them that are never specified!

disclaimer 2: the YEAR of the birthdays i set will depend on the year/time period in which i specify the fic to be in (usually modern), that being said the boys are juniors in high school (usually around 17) but if i do a college AU they’ll be 21. and the occupations i give them would be when they attend university not at Welton.

disclaimer 3: feedback is appreciated :)

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Neil Perry

Full Name/Nickname: Neil James Perry

Physical Info: Brown Hair/Brown Eyes/6’0”

Age: 17/21

Birthday: September 17th

Favorites:

- Song: No Surprises by Radiohead

- Movie: The Perks Of Being A Wallflower

- Color: Forest Green

- Artist: Radiohead

Career Path/Occupation: Actor

Best Friends: Todd Anderson/Charlie Dalton

Love Language: Words of Affirmation

Parents/Siblings/Status:

- Father: Thomas Perry

- Mother: Marie Perry

- Sibling(s): N/A

- Status: Well Off

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Todd Anderson

Full Name/Nickname: Todd Ethan Anderson

Physical Info: Dirty Blond-Brown Hair/Blue Eyes/5’10”

Age: 16/20

Birthday: November 2nd

Favorites:

- Song: Cherry Wine by Hozier

- Movie: Donnie Darko

- Color: Brown (Neil’s Eye Brown)

- Artist: Hozier

Career Path/Occupation: Writer

Best Friend: Neil Perry

Love Language: Physical Touch

Parents/Siblings/Status:

- Father: Chris Anderson

- Mother: Lilith Anderson

- Sibling(s): Jeffrey “Jeff” Anderson (19/23)

- Status: Well Off

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Charlie Dalton

Full Name/Nickname: Charles Nathan Dalton, Charlie/Char/Nuwanda

Physical Info: Brown Hair/Brown Eyes/5’9”

Age: 17/21

Birthday: July 17th

Favorites:

- Song: Under Pressure by Queen, David Bowie

- Movie: Bohemian Rhapsody

- Color: Red

- Artist: Queen

Career Path/Occupation: Musician

Best Friends: Neil Perry/Knox Overstreet

Love Language: Acts of Service

Parents/Siblings/Status:

- Father: Charles Dalton

- Mother: Elizabeth Dalton

- Sibling(s): Mickey Dalton (21/25), Lincoln Dalton (12/16)

- Status: Rich

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Knox Overstreet

Full Name/Nickname: Knox Alexander Overstreet, Knoxie/Knoxious/Lover Boy

Physical Info: Brown Hair/Brown Eyes/5’11”

Age: 17/21

Birthday: April 20th

Favorites:

- Song: Lover, You Should’ve Come Over by Jeff Buckley

- Movie: The Notebook

- Color: Maroon

- Artist: Jeff Buckley

Career Path/Occupation: Marriage Counselor

Best Friends: Charlie Dalton/Gerard Pitts

Love Language: Quality Time (basically all of them)

Parents/Siblings/Status:

- Father: Alexander Overstreet

- Mother: Adrienne Overstreet

- Sibling(s): Faye Overstreet (18/22), Michelle and Sabrina Overstreet (12/16)

- Status: Rich

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Steven Meeks

Full Name/Nickname: Steven John Meeks, Stevie

Physical Info: Red Hair/Brown Eyes/5’7”

Age: 17/21

Birthday: January 9th

Favorites:

- Song: Sunday by The Cranberries

- Movie: Stand By Me

- Color: Blue

- Artist: The Cranberries

Career Path/Occupation: Doctor

Best Friends: Gerard Pitts/Knox Overstreet

Love Language: Gift Giving

Parents/Siblings/Status:

- Father: Barry Meeks

- Mother: Valerie Meeks

- Sibling(s): River Meeks (22/26), Harry Meeks (20/24)

- Status: Rich

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Gerard Pitts

Full Name/Nickname: Gerard Evan Pitts, Pittsie

Physical Info: Brown Hair/Brown Eyes/6’0”

Age: 17/21

Birthday: June 25th

Favorites:

- Song: Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears

- Movie: The Shining

- Color: Yellow

- Artist: Tears For Fears

Career Path/Occupation: Art Director

Best Friends: Steven Meeks/Knox Overstreet

Love Language: Quality Time

Parents/Siblings/Status:

- Father: Peter Pitts

- Mother: Zoey Pitts

- Sibling(s): Victoria Pitts (11/16)

- Status: Well Off

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Richard Cameron

Full Name/Nickname: Richard Don Cameron, Cameron

Physical Info: Red Hair/Green Eyes/5’9”

Age: 17/21

Birthday: March 14th

Favorites:

- Song: Vienne by Billy Joel

- Movie: Practical Magic

- Color: Purple

- Artist: Billy Joel

Career Path/Occupation: Mathematician

Best Friend: Charlie Dalton (barely)

Love Language: Words of Affirmation

Parents/Siblings/Status:

- Father: Richard Cameron

- Mother: Donna Cameron

- Sibling(s): Lilliane Cameron (16/20), Dexter Cameron (10/14)

- Status: Well Off

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[ash5monster01]

Truths of Our Past Part 9

Pairing: Older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of nudity, mentions of infertility, mentions of suicide, depression, depressing thoughts, past trauma, facing trauma, romance, understanding, fluff.

Summary: You had met Charlie in University, were married shortly after, and had become accustomed to a beautiful life together. When you receive a wedding invitation to one of Charlie’s previous classmates weddings you discover that Charlie had a dark past, one he had been trying to forget. In the midst of it all you try to help him through it while finding out that he’s not the guy you thought you married at all. Maybe he’s even better.

word count: 2.2k

Part 8 ←→ Part 10

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10/11/69

“I really don’t want you to go” Chris pouted from across the dining room table, Johnny on her lap as he ate pieces of pancake with syrup all over his fingers.

“Chris, we’re moving here. No need to miss us” you told her before taking a long sip from the coffee in front of you. All of you had been dragging out breakfast, wanting more time with each other. You knew it was a long breakfast considering your plate had been clear for fifteen minutes and Knox left for work about twenty minutes ago.

“That doesn’t matter, any time apart I’m going to miss you” Chris told you and Charlie smiled at the girl. He was glad Knox had really found the one all those years ago.

“We’re going to miss you too Chris, and little Johnny of course” the little boy perked up at the mention of his name, absolutely beaming at his Uncle and you felt that desire for children burn inside of you.

“Can I come with you Uncle Charlie?” he curiously asked and Charlie smiled at him, loving that he had become important enough in Knox’s life to be Johnny’s Uncle.

“I wish buddy but your Mom would miss you too much. We’ll be back before you know it” he told him and Johnny accepted this answer before sliding off his Mom’s lap to run and play with his toys.

“Hey, wash your hands first!” she called after him and he swerved in a different direction to obey his Mom’s orders.

“We better get going though, we have a long drive ahead of us and Charlie still has work tomorrow” you we’re saying as you slid from your own seat, collecting both you and your husbands empty plates.

“If you say so” Chris pouted, helping you clear the table as well. Once all the dishes had been placed in the sink you and Charlie both walked to collect your coats, Charlie having put your bags in the car already.

“Thanks for having us Chris, it was so much fun” Charlie told the blonde and she hugged him tightly.

“Anytime Charles. I’m pretty sure Knox would kill me if I didn’t” she teased and he laughed as he pulled back, finishing the buttons on his coat. Chris was in your arms in seconds and you sighed against her. Sad to leave her but so happy you’d get to be so close in just a short while.

“I’m going to miss you Chrissy. Call me after your appointment, I want to know everything” you spoke into her shoulder and she squeezed you tightly.

“You’ll be the first call I make” she assured you before stepping back, a motherly hand falling to her stomach. She wasn’t entirely showing yet but in there was your future niece or nephew and you couldn’t wait.

“Tell Knoxie we’ll miss him and will be back soon. I’m gonna need him to move all of this one’s furniture” Charlie pointed a hand at you and you slapped him lightly as Chris laughed.

“I’ll make sure of it” she told him before turning her head to the living room. “Johnny come say goodbye to Aunt Y/N and Uncle Charlie”

His little footsteps were pounding down the hall in seconds and you were dropping down to meet him in a hug. He squeezed you tightly and you already missed him knowing you won’t be around another little kid until you come back. “You stay out of trouble, and do good in school”

“I always do” he grinned back at you and you smiled before standing and letting Charlie hug him as well.

“Not too good in school though, there are other things that are just as important” Charlie told him as he hugged him and Johnny nodded.

“I know, that’s why Daddy let me miss school last week” and all of you were laughing because Knox really only let him miss school so he could spend time with Jeff’s kids and both of you. It wasn’t often you were in town long enough to spend time with him.

“Speaking of which we better get you ready, the bus will be here any moment” Chris said and both you and Charlie gave her sad smiles knowing it was time for your departure.

“We’ll call once we’re home” you told her and she nodded before quickly hugging you both once more and letting you out the door. As you got in the car you studied the home and realized for the first time in a long time you didn’t have to memorize the place before you left because you were going to be back soon. Charlie reached over and grabbed your hand, sliding you across the front seat to sit closer to him.

“Ready?” he asked and you nodded as he drove to the end of their driveway before turning down the opposite side of the street that you were supposed too.

“Where are you going?” you questioned almost instantly and he just grinned.

“You’ll see” he told you with a smirk and you could only roll your eyes at your mischievous husband. Yet when he only made it about a mile down the road he turned into the driveway of another house, the For Sale sign in the front yard covered by a big Sold sticker.

“Is this our house?!” you asked, shaking his arm that held your hand and he just smiled.

“Welcome home” and you quickly grabbed his head, kissing him hard and fast on the mouth. His hands grabbed you around the waist, pulling you close as you kissed him as hard as you could.

“Well what’re you waiting for, take me inside” you urged, forehead pressed against his own and he just smiled as he popped open his car door and led you outside.

“It’s so beautiful” you told him as you took in the two story house. It was a beautiful white, black roof, light blue shutters, and sunny yellow front door. A statement piece and you adored it.

“I knew you’d like it” he told you and he reached to the top of the door frame to retrieve the key. You watched closely as he unlocked the door to your home for the very first time. As soon as the door was swung open you went to walk in but he stopped you.

“What?” you asked and before you could realize what he was doing he scooped you bridal style in his arms, squeaking as he lifted you from your feet.

“Isn’t this what you’re supposed to do?” he asked and you smiled at him, happy tears misting in your eyes as he walked you both under the threshold and into your forever home.

“It was perfect” you told him as he eased you down carefully and he made sure to keep hold of your waist, more in love with you every single day.

“Well, go on and explore” to which you did. The main door led you into a beautiful entry hall, a grand staircase leading to the upstairs of the home. To the right was the kitchen of your dreams, big and white. To the left was the den and behind that the living room, dining room, and half bath. It all connected in a huge loop and you could already see your grand piano in the corner of the living room.

Upstairs was just as beautiful, the four rooms in each corner of the house and the first full bathroom at the top of the stairs. In the corner above the den was the master bedroom, large walk in closet, and connected full bath. Charlie in true Charlie fashion had found you the perfect home without even seeing it before buying it. So in the center of your future bedroom you kissed him hard and good. Soon enough the two of you were laying on the floor of the den, in front of the large fireplace you couldn’t wait to put your Christmas tree beside.

"So, is it everything you imagined?" he curiosuly asked, he's eyes examining the light fixture above the both of you.

"Evertyhing and more, thank you for this" you told him earnestly, rolling on your side to face him. He tipped his head to the side to lock eyes with you, mischief in his eyes.

"Want to christen this room?" he curiously asked, his eyebrows wiggling with suggestion and you qucikly gave him a pointed look.

"You're not just trying to avoid seeing your parents are you?" because if you knew your husband at all you knew he was dreading the planned dinner with is parents you had tonight on top of telling them you were both leaving the city and finding jobs of lower status. They were both sure to have a heart attack.

"Can the asnwer be both?" he asked and you rolled your eyes, tipping over to lay on your back.

"Look, I dont want to see them either but they've spent the entire summer in Europe, abusing the power of retirment, and now they're home and want to see their only son" you told him, hand locking with his own and he groaned. You couldn’t help but laugh as you lifted your wrist to see the time. "But we can still make it back in time if we leave in thirty minutes"

"I only need twenty" and you were laughing lodly as he eagerly rolled over and propped himself above you. He chased your mouth in a feverent kiss and you happily christened the room with him before you had to go back home. Better yet, your soon to be old home.

Being back in New York now with the knowledge that it was no longer going to be your home made it feel more romantic. You looked at it as a mini vacation, one where you and Charlie only had to get a few affairs in order before starting the beginning of the rest of your lives. The apartment wasn't as cold and you were thankful Charlie agreed to hiring movers so you wouldn't have to move the mountians of books the two of you had collected over the years. As dinner cooked you had found yourself skimming the spines of them on each shelf, your eyes stopping when you spotted the worn cover of Pride and Prejudice, the exact copy Charlie had been reading the day you both had met. You smiled softly to yourself as you grabbed it, freeing it from the shelf, and trying to picture young Charlie wearing a beret and living life in a fantasy world.

"What's got you all smiles, you remember my parents are coming right?" Charlie said as he joined you, hands snaking around your waist and head falling to rest on your shoulder.

"This book, and you. Why did you ever stop wearing beret's?" you curiously asked and Charlie chuckled before lifting his head to press a kiss into your shoulder.

"I dont know, a beret is the attire of a free man. Once I was in the real world with a real job it didn't feel necessary anymore" he told you and you pouted, sad that your husband had to feel that way over a simple article of clothing.

"You've always been a free man Charlie" you told him and he smiled, squeezing you tight, before reaching for the book in your hands. With his arms wrapped around you he opened the pages, them flicking by until he spotted handwriting which made him stop. Right next to the line 'If a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out.' Charlie had scribbled your name and wrote 'never lose her'.

"What's this?" you curiously asked, head turning to face him and he just smiled.

"It was the exact line in the book I had been reading when you approached me. I figured it was a sign, something or someone out there telling me you were the one. I wanted to make sure I sought you out and never missed out at the chance of having you" and your heart soared at the words, never having known this. That day you never really knew why you had such an urge to speak to him but he was the one to find you in the campus library later that day. Charlie took it as a sign and made sure he didn’t miss out.

“I bet it was Neil” you whispered to him and he smiled.

“That was what I thought back then too. Then I felt silly for it until I read that letter” and you were softly smiling at him, happy tears rimming your eyes.

“Don’t feel silly, I love the idea that your best friend chose me to be good enough for you” and he was pressing his lips to yours in a kiss. He had always been sad you never got to meet Neil but the idea of Neil choosing you for him comforted that small part of him. Just as you were turning to face him in the kiss the doorbell to the apartment rang throughout the room.

“Showtime” you told him as you pulled away and he groaned loudly. You could only fight lightly at him.

“We can pretend we’re not here” he suggested and you were rolling your eyes and tugging him to the door.

“Come on, we have to tell them at some point”

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[shiftperception]

this guy on insta makes reels of his dogs and one of them is named Knox, who he often calls “Knoxie.” this is terrible news for a character/headspace entity of mine, originally named Equinox,

[askachroma]

OOC:// I know I do it a little bit anyway but;