#dead poets in nyc

[ash5monster01]

hii could i request a neil perry smut, similar to the charlie one. With a Taylor Swift song!! Love your work🤍🤍

New Romantics

Pairing: Neil Perry x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, lust, sexual attraction, smut, mentions of nudity, oral, p in v, first time, fluff

Summary: Neil Perry falls for you out of no where. In his minor crisis over his feelings for you, you find yourself feeling the exact same about him. After all a forbidden romance was far more interesting than the boring life you both had stuck in Welton.

a/n: I’m so sorry I absolutely got carried away with this but sweet precious little Neil and Taylor Swift. It’s genius.

word count: 5,234

Masterlist

Neil Perry didn’t really care about girls. That didn’t mean he wasn’t attracted to them, of course he was. He just had far more important things to focus on than obsessing over a girl and her looks. That also wasn’t to say he didn’t care about those things either. Hell he had seen plenty of naked girls from the magazines Charlie stole from his father. He just never had in person and he was okay with that. He had things to focus on like school and pleasing his Dad. If he obsessed over girls like Charlie or Knox did he wouldn’t be able to keep up with the important stuff. At least that was what he thought until he saw you.

Neil had never been bothered by girls attending Welton like the other boys had. He’d rather them be comfortable and not distracting while he was here. Guys like Hopkins were the ones that couldn’t leave them alone. That was how he had ended up spotting you. Hopkins was leaning over you, hand pressed into the wall, his free arm trying to snake its way around your waist. Your heel came down so hard into the boys foot Neil actually heard him whimper.

“I told you to leave me alone!” you seethed, Neil’s eyes lifting to see your long hair swinging violently in your pony tail, bright eyes wide, nostrils flared. His heart stopped. You were damn near the prettiest thing he had ever seen. He was so distracted by the hills of your lips, imagining them pillowy soft against his own, he didn’t even notice you were now looking at him. A look in your eyes that could kill with your hands planted tightly on your hips.

“You want a go?” you asked, narrowed eyes and bright teeth shining behind your perfect red lips. Neil visibly gulped before shaking his head, clutching his books to his chest. You scared him. Yet not in the way you should. You scared him because for the first time in his life he found himself unable to deny his attraction.

“No, no. I uh, no” your head tipped back, the roll of your eyes so heavy he swore they almost disappeared. He wished your head would tip back like that looking up at him, touching him, taking care of him. The thought made his heart constrict in his chest, because he had never thought that about a girl before. It was as if he couldn't stop it, there was just something about you that made his skin tingle with anticipation. He had never had that before.

“Whatever Perry, find something else to entertain you” you scolded, briskly walking past him, shoulder brushing against his own. Unable to avoid it, another thought of you laying underneath him, with that fiery look appeared, and he actually had to close his eyes to shake the thought away.

So Neil spent the better part of the entire week trying to chase away thoughts of you. It was exactly what he had been afraid of. All consuming, distracting thoughts that he couldn’t seem to make go away. He had zoned out through three entire lectures before realizing he had a serious problem on his hands. He needed a way to get you out of his system and fast. Yet every time he was close to getting himself to stop he realized having thoughts and feelings for you was the most exciting thing to happen all year. The most exciting thing to ever happen in this school actually. At least since Keating had started teaching.

“Hey Neil, do you have the latin notes?” Charlie asked from Neil’s bed, surrounded by homework he was behind on. He preferred to catch up on it in the presence of his best friend rather than Cameron. Charlie didn't need a lecture about trying better at school from any one other than his father. Cameron had a habit of acting a lot like his Dad.

“Um, no actually” Neil gave him a sheepish look, long finger pushing the wired glasses up his nose.

“What do you mean no? You take notes even when Cameron helps us with math” Charlie sat up, confusion flooding his entire face. He just expected Neil to throw the notes over, he had never said no before.

“I was distracted” Neil shrugged, unsure how to properly explain himself.

“Something is up with you, you’ve been acting weird all week” Charlie shook his head, trying to read what was going on in Neil's head. Thing was it was usually Neil having to tell him what to do, not the other way around. As Charlie sat there trying to figure it out Neil felt the answer bubbling in his chest, ready to jump out at any moment. “What is going on?”

“Y/N” Neil blurted, nerves making his skin feel like it was on fire under the stare of his longest and oldest friend. The minute the name left his mouth he winced and squeezed his eyes shut, unable to watch Charlie as he processed this random response.

“Y/N? Like the Y/N in our latin class that tells Mcallister to eat it when she forgets her homework?” Neil opened his eyes and nodded, embarrassment covering his cheeks in a bright red.

“Since when do you even talk to her?” Charlie asked, arms crossing over his chest as an amused look covered his face. Neil never talked about girls, so this was a first.

“I don’t, but I can’t get her out of my head” Neil groaned as he gripped at his hair, more dirty images of the girl flashing through his mind. He needed help and as soon as he could get it.

“No way, Neil has a crush” Charlie snickered and that’s when Neil dropped his head on his desk, a defeated grunt escaping his lips.

“That’s the thing, it’s not just a crush” now that peaked Charlie’s interest, his best friend getting all squeamish about a girl was bound to be interesting.

“Not just a crush?” Charlie asked, eyebrows high in amusement. This was pure entertainment for Charlie, Neil embarrassed about a girl. Normally it was Neil being embarassed when Charlie said gross things about a girl.

“I can’t stop thinking about her. I watched her stomp on Hopkins foot and next thing I know I'm thinking about kissing her and..... other things" Charlie laughed loudly, eyes crinkling shut because for the first time it wasn't just him getting all hot and bothered over a girl. Hell it was Neil of all people.

"Wow, I did not expect this" Charlie said once he had finally calmed down, still amused over the predicament his friend was in.

"Stop laughing man, I need your help. I don't know what to do and if my grades slip because of this my Dad will kill me" Neil pleaded, not enjoying his friends amusement one bit. Charlie had been fighting attraction his whole life, Neil had never found anything worth it to be attracted to. At least until now.

"Look there's only one way to get rid of an itch, and that's to scratch it" Neil furrowed his eyebrows, confusion covering his face.

"I don't think that's true, actually the worst thing for an itch is to scratch it" Charlie rolled his eyes at his friends literalness and shook his head.

"Not that kind of itch, look you're not gonna stop thinking about her until you at least talk to her. Even better way to scratch it is to do all the things you're thinking about but let's start with baby steps" Charlie told him and Neil somehow turned even redder, the idea of even acting on his thoughts embarassment enough.

"Fine, I'll talk to her but that is it"

Welton sucked. Truly since the moment you had been here. The last thing you needed was to be harrassed by boys who had gone here so long without girls they'd have no idea how to act when one finally showed up. Yet your parents made you anyway the minute it became co-ed and it was exactly like you had predicted. Almost every boy in the school harrassed you, sexualized you, made slimy comments, and out right direspected you. A small part of you sympathized with them not being taught but at the same time you didn't feel the need to deal with it. It wasn't your job to make them decent human beings, it was their mothers, and all their mothers abandoned them here. So all you could do was put them in their place when they tried to mess with you. You had yet to meet a Welton boy that respected you.

You liked to pretend it didn't bother you but it did. You hadn't really gotten close to the other girls and all the boys ever did was tear you down. Everyone in this school was too bored and tired of everything. All they could do is mess with each other while they all waited for their escape. Especially you, waiting for that train you knew would never come. Didn't matter anyway, your parents were no better than this no good school. So all you could do was watch as they all flirted with each other, disgusting displays of undeceny, practically wearing scarlett letters like the Nathaniel Hawthorne book. Little did they know yours was better, you just hadn't bothered to show it.

Being young it was easy to play innocent, like being in this school wasn't putting you on the road to ruin. So everyone in this school could play dumb but they all knew what being here meant. It meant saying goodbye to the finer things in life, accepting a life of successful educational pursuits, with no passion for life behind it. So you continued to listen to girls cry in the bathroom at night and see the distraught faces of the boys when they realize now that their on this train they will never be abe to get off. Too focused on the progressive classrooms without realizing living their life held the best lesson for them. You hoped Keating would help them realize that, before it was too late at least. So that was what you thought about once English class had ended, the teacher yet again surprising the students in the classroom.

"Y/N?" turning you spotted Neil Perry, the dreamy dough eyed boy that sat two seats behind you. You had yelled at him last week, you hadn't meant to but people like Hopkins made you so mad anyone that happened to be in the cross fire could end up burned too.

"Hey Neil" you smiled lightly at him, hoping you wouldn't have to add another boy to the list of Welton imbeciles.

"Hey, uhm. I uh-. Could you-?" you watched as he stumbled over his words, eyes darting around your face, looking anywhere but your eyes. You realized he was nervous and he was also trying his best not to disrespect you. That was new.

"Take a breath Perry, I promise I'm not going to stomp on your foot" you chuckled, hand gripping his shoulder to ease the tension slighty. Finally his eyes met yours and they held so much adoration you swore your heart melted on the spot.

"I was wondering if you had the latin notes?" your eyebrows furrowed, surprised he was asking about notes. Especially since he was friends with Meeks who was top of the class. He spotted your confused face and the panic set in again.

"I mean yeah, but isn't Steven always on top of that stuff?" you asked as you began to dig through your bag, looking for the notebook.

"Yeah which is exactly why I don't want him to know I've been forgetting to take notes" at this you laughed lightly and Neil swore his heart stopped. He had made you laugh, Charlie was right. So far this conversation had already done so much for Neil, when all at the same time it was making his feelings for you absoltuley so much worse.

"Has something been on your mind?" you found yourself asking as you finally found the notebook and moved to hand it to him. Neil gulped nervously and chuckled.

"Uh, I guess you could say that" he said, adding the notebok to his mountain high of textbooks. "Thank you for this, and also I thought Hopkins deserved it just so you know. That's not how you treat a lady, especially you"

"I'm nothing too special, but thanks" you smiled softly at him, not expecting this. All the boys you had run into this year had been so vile. Who would've thought Neil Perry was a sweet heart.

"You're everything Y/N" Neil told you, stare hard as if the look itself could convince you of your worth. Your skin instantly started to crawl, your neck heating up, because damnit Neil Perry was cute and he just said you were everything.

"Would you want to study for latin together? My roomate goes to the library every night from six to seven so we could then" you found yourself saying, unsure why you had seemed to cave. You swore you weren't going to allow Welton boys in but you forgot how real gentlemen had acted and Neil was starting to take your breath away.

"In the girl dorms?" the color seemed to suddenly drain from his face and you snickered, the way he was so shy making you gigle like a young school girl. After all it was what you were but so many of the rude boys and vicous girls had thrown bricks at your cool and innocent structure. Hell you could build a castle from how many they had thrown at you. Yet, even if every day at this school was a battle maybe a night with Neil Perry could be a dream.

"Yes, Mrs Leonard reads in her room around that time. You won't get caught, promise" you told him, assuring him that the hall monitor wouldn't be on duty if he stopped by. Neil suddenly found himself nodding, the idea of seeing where you sleep every night, where you change, sending him into over drive.

"Okay, uh, sounds good. I'll see you then" you smiled softly before nodding and leaving him behind, a smirking Keating from his desk staring the young boy down.

"Should I be worried?" he teased and Neil shook his head, the tips of his ears red.

"No, we're just friends" Neil lied, right through his teeth, and Keating just laughed.

"My boy, you don't look at friends like that" Neil nodded, a blush permanently etched across his face as he rushed to tell Charlie because the only way he would survive the night was learning the expertise of someone who was a master at sneaking onto the girls dorm floor.

If you were being honest you half expected Neil to not show up. He wasn’t really known around the school to cause trouble. So when he showed up at your door, 6 o’clock on the dot, your heart fluttered. He had rid himself of his formal school uniform, now in sweat pants and a white t-shirt that he had covered in a long sleeve flannel to keep warm. The way he looked warmed you over as well.

“You came?” you found yourself saying out loud, stepping out of the way for him to slip easily into the room.

“Yeah, I wanted to spend time with you” Neil told you, honesty dripping from his tongue like honey. You watched as his eyes scanned your room, taking in the differences, and possibly the similarities to his own. Then his eyes landed on you and it wasn’t hard to miss the way they had darkened.

Neil almost rubbed his eyes because he had pictured you in a silk night set hundreds of times. It was how most of his fantasies would start. Now here you were in front of him, a silk red set laying softly against your skin. Long legs bare and for him to see. Maybe he was day dreaming again. Surely this couldn’t be real? He was going insane and he was going to start losing it. First his grades then he won’t be sure what planet he is even on.

“I didn’t take you for the sneaking around type?” you finally said, surprised goodie two shoes Neil had not only snuck away from his dorm floor but snuck his way onto yours.

"I'm not, but lately I've learned some risks are worth taking" Neil told you, hard stare set on you. You weren't one to fall easily into guys but for some reason the way Neil looked at you made your skin crawl. You allowed his stare to wash over you, refresh you, and for the first time you allowed yourself to think it was possible to be something with Neil Perry. After all you could be the new romantics and even though heart break was a national anthem you both could sing it proudly. Neil was a reminder that the best people in life are free.

"Um, here are your notes" Neil finally spoke into the silence, nervously gulping as he returned the notebook. It was damn near impossible to copy the notes when thoughts of tonight seeped into his mind, doing things in your dorm bed that no dorm bed should ever see. The minute he would get his focus back he would stumble upon some hearts you doodled and it would start the process all over again. He wished he could get every single heart tattooed on his body.

"Oh perfect! I'm glad I could help" you told him, taking this notes and turning to set them on your desk. You used this moment to catch your breath, no longer looking at Neil Perry like something you wanted to corrupt. Yet that was exactly how he was looking at you because the red fabric covering the curve of your ass was making him want to bite it like an apple, any taste of you willing to soothe his internal war of lusting after you. He was so distracted he hadn't even noticed you had turned back around and had caught him practically drooling over you.

Quickly his eyes snapped up to yours, unable to read your face. He waited for any type of reaction, more than likely one similiar to when you bruised the hell out of Hopkins foot but instead you just sat there, staring back him giving no clue as to what you were thinking. Little did he know this was poker and you were about to play your ace. When you're a teenager you are too busy dancing to get knocked off your feet but afterall you need love and all you want is danger. A forbidden romance could be exactly that. You knew starting something with him the rumors would spread like wildfire but the thing about rumors is even if they were terrible and cruel most of them were true. So what would it matter if they had one more brick to throw at you. Neil still didn't have a single clue as to what was happening as you took a step closer to him.

"I can leave, I didn't mean to upset-" Neil froze as you held up a hand to stop his apology. For the first time since you had a caught him a smile broke across your face.

"Please stay" you told him, your eyes now practically begging for the boy who had been falling apart for you all week. Neil's shoulders relaxed as he nodded, a soft smile on his face as he realized you were looking at him like he looked at you.

"Okay" he told you and before he could process what was happening next your arms were flinging around his neck, mouth sealing against his own. Eyes wide and unsure hands quickly turned into holding onto you like at any moment you would disappear and this wouldn't be real. Your lips were as soft as he imagined, you tasted sweet like sugar, and now that you were so close he could smell your shampoo. His senses were trying to take it all in, commit it to memory, because until now it was just what he had imagined and now you were pressed against him, mouth hot against his own and chest pressed tightly against his. You weren't wearing a bra, he had noticed immediately and now he wasn't sure he would survive this. Surivve you.

"Is this okay?" you asked as you pulled away, panting to catch your breath but Neil didn't answer because now that he had a taste he couldn't stop. His lips were now trailing down your neck, your perfume clinging to him, and he vowed to never wash it away. Charlie was right about scratching that itch but he needed it fully taken care of. One kiss would not solve over a weeks worth of painful pent up sexual feelings for you.

You read his message loud and clear and as his lips continued to taste every visible inch of skin your hands were pushing the flannel off of his shoulders. The fabric dropped to the floor and now your fingers were curling under the hem of his white t-shirt and he only removed himself from you for a second to allow you to remove it completely. Your head fell back in a gasp as his cool hands slipped underneath your own shirt, pressing softly into the flesh of your back, and impossibly closer to him. You had planned on studying, truly, but now that he was flush against you, his length against your stomach you realized you might never think of latin ever again.

"Take it off" you whispered in his ear and he finally detached himself from your neck, careful to not leave any marks. His eyes searched yours for any uncertainty but you didn't seem uncertain at all so he didnt hesitate to grip the red fabric and pull it over your head, lifting your hair with it. His eyes dropped instantly, taking in your bare form, hair swooshing down, and making you look like an angel. He realized none of Charlie's dirty magazines could never ever compare to the real thing. To you.

You realized his nerves and slowly grabbed his hands in your own. You gave him a reasurring smile as you lifted them, placing them directly on your chest. Nervously his hands cupped around your breasts, squeezing softly as he determined exactly what it felt like. He didn't want to hurt you after all. Your head tipped back at the feeling, a small whimper leaving your mouth and he realized he much preferred that one over Hopkins. As if his body was on auto pilot his mouth moved to cover your own, to swallow your whimper, and sear it into his heart forever.

Your hands fell up one his shoulders, guiding him towards your dorm bed. Neil’s hands only left your chest when the back of his knees met the edge of your bed and he fell down into it. Propping himself up on his elbows he watched as you shimmied out of the silk shorts, leaving you in a white pair of underwear, a small bow right in the center. His eyes locked onto it like a missile to its target as you lifted yourself to straddle his lap. Neil fell back in the sheets, groaning as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Fuck, there is no way this is real right now” he spoke his thoughts out loud and you giggled lightly, leaning down so your face was hovering right over his.

“You treat me like I’m worth something Neil Perry, because of that I have no issue allowing myself to feel things for you” you whispered to him, wanting him to know that in this shit show of a school at least there was one other kindred spirit just like his.

“You should know you’re the only person I’ve felt things for ever” he told you in return and you smiled before sweetly kissing him, something you planned on doing for as long as you could.

You deepened the kiss once Neil’s hands gripped your waist, planting you firmly above his erection and trying desperately to not rut into you like a needy dog. Yet he was failing miserably because he could feel you everywhere and the sensation of your bare chest against his own was about to become much better. His thoughts were halted when your fingers curled into his waist band, head pulling away from his own as your eyes flashed to his bare torso. He looked at you pleadingly, begging you to do anything, so you stood up, tugging the sweatpants down along with his plaid boxers.

Never would you have guessed Neil Perry would be naked in your dorm bed yet here he was, in all his glory, clearly doing everything he could to last. Which he wasn’t going to much longer because now your were on your knees, delicate fingers tracing along the vein on the underside of his cock. The image more perfect than the first time he imagined it, the first time he had imagined you. “I’m gonna take care of you”

And then your tongue was licking a long stripe from the base of his dick to the very top. Your lips closing around to give it a soft kiss and Neil felt tears beginning to fill his eyes, a desperate mess and so needy for you. The effect you had was dangerous and he was done for, officially. He should just drop out. Then he couldn’t think of that any longer as your mouth finally closed around him, taking as much as you could. He rutted against the back of your throat, your hands palming his balls and he felt himself begin to tremble. You only smirked at the reaction, sucking him for all he was worth.

“I’m not, I’m not gonna make it” he stuttered out but before he could succumb to his needs you were releasing him with a pop, a small smirk on your face as he lost his orgasm. You felt only a little guilty as he looked at you so wounded.

“Don’t worry baby, I want us to finish together” you told him, now standing as you slid your panties down your legs. Neil cursed himself for hardening quickly again at the sight. You sucked in a sharp breath as the cool air met with the wetness of your core and before you could straddle Neil again he was sitting up and gripping your hips, fingers digging softly into the flesh of your ass.

“Could I-, could I taste you?” he nervously asked and you smiled at his shyness before nodding. Neil stood, allowing you his place on the bed where you allowed yourself to relax. “This is my first time”

“I’ll teach you” you encouraged and he nodded, now dropping to his knees himself. You had been so worked up that when he finally dared to run a finger through your folds you were tightening around nothing. Neil took a moment to explore, really see what it all looked like, a curious thumb pressing to your clit. When he heard you take a sharp rush of air in he looked up alarmed and you just chuckled.

“That’s the sweet spot handsome” you explained and he took this information in as he continued to look. In a daring moment Neil leaned forward, tongue dragging through your folds before pressing firmly on your clit again. He was shocked to find how good you tasted, not expecting it to be like this. The moment he realized how much you liked it he dug in like it was his last meal. Savoring it and hoping to keep your taste on his tongue the rest of the night.

Neil was a fast learner. After only a few more tips and adjusting his position he had you wreathing beneath him, you fingers practically trying to rip the hair out of his head. You could feel him rutting against the side of the bed and the minute you felt your stomach begin to tighten you pushed him back, panting out heavy breaths. “I need you inside of me right now”

Neil blushed and you leaned over to dig for the one condom you had come to Welton with. You had never planned on using it and now you realized you needed to figure out how to get more. You sat up and rolled the condom on for him before moving to lay on the bed the correct way. Neil followed your lead and settled himself between your legs, dragging the tip through your folds. You moved to put your own hand down there, lining him up before nodding at him. He pushed in slowly, his length stretching you sweetly.

Neil realized no day dreaming could compare to the sight of you naked underneath him and the way your warmness enveloped him inside of you. Once he was fully inside he couldn’t stop himself from dropping his head down and sucking your nipple into his mouth. You hissed at the pleasure it gave you, realizing he had gotten more comfortable during all of this. Slowly he started to move inside you, sucking so hard at each breast you realized he was leaving them covered in hickeys. You grabbed his head, pulling it up to kiss his mouth as he begun to hit the sweet spot inside of you.

Of course he couldn’t seem to leave your breasts alone, hands finding them as he kissed like you were his and he was going to keep it that way. Soon enough he was pounding into you like his life depended on it, you prayed the other girls couldn’t hear the bed squeaking or your moans. You wished you could let out the pornagraphic sounds you were holding back to avoid getting caught.

You felt your stomach begin to tighten again and Neil could feel you clenching around him. His thrusts began to get sloppy and in a moment of courage he took his hand and behind to rub your clit just like he learned and you were milking him for all he was worth in seconds. Neil allowed himself to finish as well, practically falling on top of you as he collapsed, the euphoric feeling making him dizzy.

“I guess even though we didn’t study you at least learned something” you said, pressing small kisses into the side of his neck. Neil chuckled lightly, lifting himself up to look in your eyes.

“I hope you know this wasn’t my intention. I mean I’d thought about it but I was at least hoping to take you on a date first” it was your turn to giggle and you pulled him down to give him a quick kiss.

“I know, that’s why I let you do it” you told him and he smiled, leaning back down, and hugging you close.

“I plan on keeping you” he whispered into your skin and you smiled, a hand running through his hair, him still inside of you, and warming your heart for the first time all year.

“Baby we’re the new romantics”

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[cookiesandgrapess]

did you get enough love, my little dove

why do you cry?

and i’m sorry i left, but it was for the best

though it never felt right

my little versailles.

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[average-joseph]

Dead poets in New York is exactly how I see modern dps I can't see it any other way.

#It's so engrained in my mind #dead poets society #dead poets in nyc #dps #tales from a squash salesman

[gayfandomnerd225]

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[desire-mona]

dylan kussman when i get my hands on you. i just know youre hiding more dps vlog content up ur ass. 35 yr anniversary of release is rapidly approaching.

#desire mona #gatekeepers dont make it to heaven btw #if i dont get bobby on my screen i swear #i cant make do with 3 public appearances a year my heart just cant handle it #dead poets society #dead poets in nyc #dylan kussman #richard cameron #neil perry

[masivechaos]

PIGTAILS AND ELASTIC BANDS

Charlie Dalton x  fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: you wanted to try braiding Charlie's hair but he thinks he's better at it than you

Warning/content: reader has long hair (enough to braid in french braids)

a.n.: 0.8k words- that's so short i'm sorry

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“Just stop moving!” you whined, your tongue poking out in the corner of your lips and your eyebrows furrowed. You were sitting on Charlie’s lap on his bed, his back resting against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close.

Charlie let out a laugh “It hurts!” you were trying to braid his hair because it grew out a bit lately and he was going to cut it soon but it seemed to be impossible, it was still too short.

You leaned back, looking at him from a wider angle and you had to fight the urge to break down in laughter “It’s ridiculous, right?” he chuckled. 

And you shook your head “Nooo” you lied with a smile as you gathered all his left hair between your fingers. You were so focused, eyebrows knitted together and your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Focuses, you were surprised by Charlie when he leaned forward to capture your lips into a quick kiss.

And you shook your head “Nooo” you lied with a smile as you gathered all his left hair between your fingers. You were so focused, eyebrows knitted together and your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Focuses, you were surprised by Charlie when he leaned forward to capture your lips into a quick kiss.

He pulled away, proud of his move when he saw your flustered state and offered you a wide smirk. You frowned your eyebrows before giving him a wicked smile, you twisted the handful of his hair, making him wince in pain “Hey!” he forgot you had this power.

Charlie stopped moving because he didn’t want to suffer anymore and you finally could tie the last little pigtail. “You are…” you squinted your eyes, smiling at your boyfriend in a teasing way “Beautiful”

Charlie huffed before leaning forward without stopping until you had to lie down on his bed. His arms enclosed you and his stupid smirk was right above your face. But what he didn’t think about was his two pigtails at the top of his head, hanging in front of him.

“You can’t have this effect on me anymore” you grinned, Charlie was the confident and teasing one in your couple so it was pleasing to see him trying to find a way to make you shy.

You stared at the pink elastic bands, digging your top teeth into your bottom lip to hold back your laughter. Your stare fell to his eyes, looking with such intensity that he let out a timid chuckle “You are the shy one now”

Charlie sniggered “Oh c’mon” you said with this adorable smile of yours “It was good!” you knew he was making fun of your attempt to flirt.

His eyes were wide as he tried to keep a serious face “Sure” he giggled. With one last laugh, he got up, freeing you from his grasp. When he lifted his head, he met his reflection in the small mirror above Cameron’s desk. Cameron hated it but Charlie had it from one of his siblings for his birthday and his wall was already full of posters and other random things. Cameron agreed to hang it on his wall in exchange for two weeks without paying the saxophone.

As he saw himself in the mirror he realised how silly he looked. “I bet I’m better than you to tie hair” he challenged you.

“It’s not my fault your hair is too short!”

Charlie, stubborn as ever, shook his head before taking the elastics off his hair, sliding them on his wrist with a happy smile “My turn!” You knew he was going to rip off your scalp just by brushing your hair.

With a sigh you took you sat at the edge of the bed. You felt his hands gathering all your hair aggressively “Ouch” After several minutes of him pulling and twisting your hair (and hurting you) without doing it on purpose, he was finally done.

Charlie’s hands covered your eyes as he dragged you in front of the mirror “Tadaaa” he sang before letting you see yourself. You gasped when you could observe what he did to you.

“That is…” There was an attempt of french braids but it was messy and unsymetrical, one braid was even half done “...” no word came out and you saw Charlie starting to get offended “... good… for a first time”

“It’s horrible, right?” he laughed, finding you adorable as you tried to find positive points in this mess of hair and elastic bands. You turned around, sliding your arms around his neck. 

You stood on your tip toes, almost touching his lips with yours “It is” Charlie closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you with a quiet laugh. “But it’s okay. You’re still good at kissing”

Charlie let out a chuckle before kissing you again. And again.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.──

⋆ ★ charlie dalton taglist: @cauliflowertree @moonlitmeeks @toindeedbeag0d @juneberrie @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @spookydarkwitch

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[giolovesyousm]

acting, what a tacky business

#that's it #that's the post #you continue #dead poets in nyc #dead poets society

[ash5monster01]

I Can See You

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut, language, lust, mentions of heart break

Summary: Based on Taylor Swift’s Speak Now vault track I Can See You. In layman’s terms, you can’t deny your attraction towards Charlie despite your best attempts not to and you can’t seem to stop yourself from imagining the two of you together.

word count: 2,506

Masterlist

Welton had a strict rule against relations between male and female students. Ever since Welton had become co-ed there was absolutely no tolerance for any funny business between the students or the school will no longer allow the different genders intermingle. Yet that never stopped Charlie Dalton. He still did his best attempt at flirting with each and every female student in his age range. It was Gods gift when they allowed female students his freshman year. Nothing like being at the butt end of puberty and having a sea of females to choose from.

You had been the first to catch his eye, he liked how you had long hair that swayed across your entire back despite Nolan having a rule of three inches past the shoulder and nothing more. The long hair a clear sign of disobeying rules and he adored you for that. Even more when you went without pantyhose and Mr. Mcallister had to give you detention. As much as you hated to admit it you liked Charlie Dalton too. You had become friends after telling yourself to avoid him at all costs.

Charlie wasn’t ever really a friend though, and everyone knew it. You’d study in the library, knees touching even though you had an entire table of space. Nolan may of had a rule of no relations and you had followed it, truly, but if anyone saw the way you two looked at each other they all knew not a thought behind those eyes went along with that rule. So you had to settle for soft glances, quick brushes, and all the words you wanted to say wrapped up into a single look, and pray to God that the other knew exactly what you were saying when your eyes met.

It was like this for a while, that’s was until Molly Kepler. You were on your way to study with Charlie, excited to pass him a pencil so your hands could touch, yet you were met with an empty table. So you dropped your things and began to search the stacks for the boy when you saw a flash of the short blonde curls, and manicured hand wrapped possessively around your Charlie’s neck. A small gasp met your mouth and both heads snapped towards you, tears filled your eyes but you knew it was no use letting them fall. After all he was never really yours because it was against the rules. So you ran away, grabbed your things, and never studied with Charlie Dalton again.

It hurt that Charlie never tried to speak to you. It felt as if he had given up completely because he found someone willing to go against the rule despite mucking it up for everyone if they got caught. The boys never said anything either, you figured they knew he would mess it up at some point. So you went back to the way life was before him. You tried to get over him, really, but no other boy in the school had yet to cast your attention. So when he passed in the hall, eyes locking with yours, your heart would clench every time, even though it had happened Freshman year. Going into Junior year you told yourself it wouldn’t be that way, you wouldn’t allow him to have that affect

Then you saw him, but his eyes never met yours, they ignored you completely, and suddenly his shoulder was brushing past you, an electric touch igniting you and seemingly doing nothing to him. You figured he thought you couldn’t see him. Turning you watched as he walked away, immersed into a conversation with Knox, and even though everything between you had been unspoken you could still see him. You still knew exactly who he was, and longed for the things you wished the two of you could share. You wondered what he would do if you tried to touch him now, wondered what he would do if you could guarantee they’d never catch you, what he would do if you both never made a sound?

The students in the hallway cleared out, moving into classrooms, hustling to avoid demerits, but Charlie and Knox had stopped, their conversation flowing freely as Charlie leisurely leaned against the wall, a demerit not even on the forefront of his mind. Before you could stop it an image of you two pressed up against that exact wall, his fingers curled through your own, hot breaths fanning across each other, quickly you closed your eyes and moved into a classroom, missing how Charlie glanced down the hall and noticed your departure. He wondered what you would do if you knew he could see you too.

You had tried to keep thing’s professional between you two. You really did, that’s why you never made a move freshman year. Now you were older, the attraction clearer and more desperate. You worried you couldn’t fight it any longer. Something had changed and you liked it, which made it so much harder to avoid. Thing was you were never really good about following rules. Now Charlie was in your head, consuming you completely, and you weren’t sure you could pass the semester like this. It had already been a month, him ignoring you every time you passed, and it was all you had thought about, schoolwork not even a concern.

So you went for a walk, trying to clear your head, while the other students studied together or in the library. The quiet halls once a safe haven before you had an image of you and Charlie pressed against the wall to taint it. As if you summoned him he appeared in your sight, about to brush past, and avoid eye contact at all costs. Yet as if you weren’t in control at all your hand gripped his wrist, stopping him in place. Maybe it was just because you were alone, or you were crazy, or maybe you just needed a reason to get him out of your head, but you stopped him anyway.

You both stood there for a moment, facing directions of where you should just walk away, play it safe. Yet the part of you that lusted after him made you turn your head and for the first time this year you locked eyes, heart thumping quickly. As you searched each others eyes you both saw it, the longing for one another. You could still tell exactly what he was saying with just one look. You figured you were about to get an answer to the question of what would he do if you touched him now?

“Are you sure?” his raspy voice asked, deeper than it was freshman year and hungry with need for you.

“It's best that we move fast and keep quiet” was your only response and he nodded, tucking his bottom lip in as you tugged him down the hall. You knew the teachers kept a watchful eye over you but it was possible. There was the 5% chance you could sneak away into a room without getting caught.

“I thought you didn’t want to risk getting caught?” Charlie always assumed despite your feelings you’d never do anything with him, you needed to stay at the school more than you needed him. He was wrong.

“I thought you weren’t worth the risk but now I know I was wrong. I can’t stop seeing us together, you won't believe half the things I see inside my head” you earnestly told him as you tugged him into the coat room. Luckily the weather was still warm enough in Vermont, the chills of October bound to come by the end of the week, but still warm enough to not need a jacket.

“Wait 'til you see half the things that haven’t happened yet” Charlie said, shrugging his uniform Jacket on the floor. Your head tipped back against the wall, you tried to calm your heart rate because you had imagined what that looked like and now it was happening right in front of you.

What would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

What would you do if we never made a sound?

“I’m interested in what you saw in your head?” Charlie asked, sauntered towards you until he pressed flush against you. You let out a soft hum, trying not to let your thoughts run wild as he asked you this question.

“I saw you waitin' down the hall from me and I could see you up against the wall with me. I could see you throw your jacket on the floor. I could see you make me want you even more. I could only see you” at your admittance a sly smile crossed the lips of the boy, his hands curling up behind your head as his pelvis leaned his full weight against you on the wall.

“I can see you too” then suddenly his mouth was on yours, a sharp inhale between the two of you, breathing in the others air like it was the only way you could properly breathe. Your hands tugged him by his tie closer as his own ran through your hair. His lips were softer than you expected, brushing across yours light as feathers but their touch heavy with pleasure. You took a moment to experience each sensation, the soft press of his hands on the back of your head, the small hums of contentment that left his mouth, how his uniformed shirt scratched against your own. You should’ve broken the rules sooner.

You had imagined kissing Charlie hundreds of times. Back when you were just two innocent kids in the library to now. If you asked Freshman you she’d never guess it happened hidden away in the coat room with tension you could cut with a knife. As Charlie’s tongue dipped inside your mouth a small squeak left your lips and he promised he’d memorize it, because you were the only girl really worth kissing around here. The only girl he ever really planned on kissing. He wished every day he could tell you that Molly Kepler had come into him, that he was looking for a book Neil told him you might like. That what you saw gave you the wrong idea, but how could he when he wasn’t really sure if you two were ever a thing.

“I never thought this would happen” Charlie muttered, pulling back, his lips trailing down your throat. You gave him a small slap as he nipped a bit to hard, you were nervous he’d leave marks. He only chuckled at the action, enjoying it a bit too much.

“Me either” you finally told him, your hand leaving his neck tie to run through his champagne brown locks.

“What made you change your mind?” Charlie asked, pecking small kisses on your face, finishing at the tip of your nose.

“You ignore me in the hall. You used to look at me but now you just brush past as if I was nothing. I don’t like how that feels” you told him, his hands leaving your hair to hold you by your waist.

“I don’t look because it hurts too much. I hate myself for still missing you after all this time. I told myself that if I stopped longing after you I could start to move on” each word wrapped tightly around your heart, squeezing it in a hug, warming your bloodstream.

“They’re watching us, so keep quiet, don’t get caught, and keep your hands off other girls” you told him after the words finally settled and you seared them permanently into your heart.

“Are you claiming me as your own?” the boy teased, face moving towards yours.

“You always were Charlie” you grinned at him and at that he had all the more reason to kiss you again, loving how you tasted like strawberries but smelled like roses. His forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, and he was going to do anything he could to keep you.

Suddenly the bell rang and quickly you unlocked your lips from his, eyes wide. Charlie admired how your lips were swollen pink, eyes slightly glossy, and hair a bit frazzled. He wished he could take a picture and keep it forever. Then you were rushing out his arms and towards the door. “Wait”

“Charlie the bell rang, we’ll get caught” you whispered and he groaned, hand holding your wrist.

“Please, one more minute?” he pouted like a child but you shook your head, removing his grip from your hand.

“We’ll be caught, until next time” you quickly pecked his lips, hands straightening your hair and uniform, and slipping out the door before he could protest anymore.

Finding alone time without getting caught was deemed impossible. At least you had started to study together again, your knees brushing having to hold you over. You weren’t as daring as Molly Kepler to make out in the stacks. So you had to settle for even the shortest of moments, a small peck when everyone’s head was turned. Then Friday rolled around and as Charlie walked into the classroom, handsome as ever in his uniformed suit and tie, a note slipped onto your desk. You looked up to see a devious grin as he continued to his seat as if he did nothing at all.

‘Meet me tonight

coatroom

-Charlie’

Your heart sped up, nerves prickling at your skin, but excitement bellowing in your stomach. You hadn’t expected that reaction. The risk of getting caught giving you an adrenaline rush. It made you regret not doing this sooner. The excitement surrounding sneaking around was more fun than you had read in your books. So you kept the note on you all day, anxiously waiting for lights out so you could make your way to the coat room. You worried how Charlie would sneak out considering the boys had to get past the watch dog. Yet he still appeared, quiet as a mouse in the darkness of the coat room.

“You made it” you whispered, a smile covering your face. Charlie smiled right back, hands curling around your own.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” then he was kissing you and he knew you would never tell, a secret pair of lovers.

“I could see you being my addiction” you whispered, eyes still closed from the perfect kiss. “It’s like I’m your secret mission”

“As long as we hide away I will start behaving” Charlie told you, taking a step towards the door. “Do you trust me?”

“I always have” and then he was pulling you out the door, into the hall, smiles and silent laughs shared between you both as you ran outside. Heading in the direction of the Indian cave you smiled because you were so thankful you could see him.

Thankful that he knew you could see him, because you knew that what he would do was claim you as his own.

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[cookiesandgrapess]

Dead Poet Headcannons

- neil is a huge hopeless romantic, and is constantly professing his love to others wether he means to or not

- neil and charlie have a long running competition from their first year together of seeing who can take the quickest shower (neil has never lost)

- todd is incredibly good with animals and like to feed birds and squirrels when he goes on walks

- charlie loves to have his hair played with but he won’t ever admit it

- neil started smoking when he was 12 because of his dad. and he can’t get himself to stop

- meeks sorts his halloween candy by color

- cameron sorts his halloween candy by size

- pitts thinks both of them are stupid and usually eats all his candy before he even gets home

- todd owns at least 20 sweaters and has one in every color. half of todd’s sweaters are too big on him but they fit neil perfectly so he keeps them

-knox has no sense of direction and gets lost in the woods almost every time they go out

-the first time todd and neil kissed infront of the poets was when neil almost blurted out a secret of todd’s and todd kissed him to get neil to shut up.

- pitts is a huge softie for romcoms and cries at almost every one he’s ever seen

- neil has constant nightmares that todd has to help him with almost every other night. neil finds them embarrassing but todd just likes the excuse of being able to be near neil

-charlie gives all the poets nicknames that are both incredibly endearing and funny

- the poets have only seen todd angry once and that was after someone insulted neil in front of them. ( poets have never been more scared of todd in their life and they refuse to ever get on todd’s bad side)

- the first thing todd ever noticed about neil was his eyes. he likes to tell neil they are kind and loving looking and it makes neil cry every time

- meeks’s favorite animal is a cat and he has a tabby named Einstein.

- neil loves hugs and constantly asks todd for them as well as charlie

- neil doesn’t think he deserves to be loved after his father. and charlie thinks he’s unlovable

#i’m sorry #lovers #dead poets society #dead poets headcanons #dps au #dead poets au #neil perry #todd anderson #dps #poetry #charlie dalton #gerard pitts #knox overstreet #richard cameron #anderperry #dead poets in nyc #dps fandom #dps fic #steven meeks #todd and neil #dead poets fanart #fps #dps headcanons #headcanon #romance #gay romance #neil and todd #mr keating

[blondephenobarbitol]

okay Dead Poets in NYC fans, riddle me this, who is Jaques? cause bro was just chilling in RSL's apartment and they were shocked he was there. Who actually is he

#dead poets society #dead poets in nyc #robert sean leonard

[cardigansperry]

people who celebrate Movie birthdays are so annoyi FUCK this post happy birthday dead poets society

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[amorisastrum]

Gale Hansen was so right when he called acting a tacky business because this industry is gonna kill me

#dead poets in nyc #dont get me wrong i love acting #its one of my favourite things in the world (percy your Neil is showing) #but as a trans autistic person... #yeah. #like i got kicked out of my school show because my teachers weren't helping me with my support needs so i couldn't be in the rehearsal room #im also having to quit my musical theatre class because it's just so overwhelming and i rarely get gendered correctly #my performing arts lessons go terribly because you guessed it i get overwhelmed #as much as i love acting and want to be on the stage it's so overwhelming and stressful #acting is not for the weak #me because my neurodivergence and mental health are the only things stopping me from being successful in life #percy rambles

[desire-mona]

oh boy its nap time! oh man! its time to imagine being best friends with the dps cast back in 1988! i cant wait!

#desire mona #is this relatable #or is it me being delusional #ive noticed people on here say secret third thing a lot so thats also a possibility #if u believe in reality shifting ur surely making a face at me and im making one back #dead poets in nyc wouldve been more entertaining with me in it guys trust me #this is also a way to publicly raise the question of where the fuck jacques is now #dead poets society #dps #dead poets in nyc #robert sean leonard #ethan hawke #james waterston #allelon ruggiero #dylan kussman #gale hansen #josh charles doesnt deserve a tag hes a zionist

[nee-naw-nee-naw-beepbeep]

todd and neil pissing cameron off to bond you cant tell me otherwise.

#heehee #its just so FUN to think about #rowan 🚨🌵 #first dps post in quite a whiel #while #dead poets society #dead poets headcanons #dead poet #dead poets #dead poets honor #dead poets in nyc #dead poets live #dead poets fanfic #dead poets fanart #dps fandom #dps #dps au #dps headcanons #dps incorrect quotes #dpsedit #dps memes #dps fanart #neil perry #todd anderson #anderperry #charlie dalton #nuwanda #charlie nuwanda dalton #richard cameron #cam

[masivechaos]

🪐i'll try everything once- matilda by harry styles and neil perry🫶💌

Matilda ✧˖*°࿐ neil perry x gn! reader

Warning/content: hurt to comfort, talking about having kids, mention of having a bad childhood, au where neil lives ha, my English

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There were a lot of things you loved about Neil Perry. The way he smiled, how generous he was, when he scribbled little notes on your hands when you were working. And mostly, how brave he was. He was the most courageous person you ever knew. And the craziest thing was he didn’t even realise.

But he was also scared. Scared he was going to great the same pattern as his father, that he was going to fail as a dad. He grew up not knowing what showing love was, so how could he possibly be a loving father? That seems impossible.

So when you expressed your wish to have kids with him, you didn’t expect it to start an argument. He told you he could never be enough and he would never want to have children because of what he went through. And you were hurt, you knew that wasn’t his intention but there was a little part of you that felt like he didn’t want kids with you.

Frustrated and not understanding each other, you went to bed, your back facing his. But as the hours passed, your mood cooled down and guilt started to eat you. Neil was finally opening up about the repercussions of his childhood and all you found to do is taking it personally.

You turned around, biting your lips, not wanting to disturb him but the urge to apologize was stronger. He was tensed, and it was all your fault. “Neil?” you whispered, hoping he was open to communication.

After a minute of silence that felt like an hour, he moved and faced you. You could tell he was hurt, and it seemed like he cried. He didn’t speak a word, and slowly, you drew your hand to his face, letting him time to let you know if he didn’t want physical touch.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, letting your forehead fall against him “I didn’t try to understand you. I was selfish.”

That was all it take for him to let go of the tears he was holding “I’m not mad at you,” it surprised you, he had all the reasons to be “I’m mad at him.”

It was crazy how the man that was supposed to have Neil as the first person in his heart still had an impact on his son years after moving out of the childhood household. Neil actually was even in denial of the treatment he received until you made him understand, you didn’t want to accuse anyone, but the way his smile would always fade after talking to his family just stayed in your mind. But he always told you his problems weren’t so important as if he refused to be in pain in front of anyone. 

As his lover, you made sure he understood what was happening to him, that he could let it go, he could stop talking to them, it wasn’t his fault.

“Why couldn’t you be a good father? You’re the kindest person I ever met. Your past does not define you. You can start a family who will always show you love.”

Neil hoped you knew how much he needed to hear this. But something was still wrong, his mother truly loved him and he knew it, she just wasn’t brave enough to stand up for him. And he felt a little guilty “Mom always told me the best gift I could give her was a child. But I don’t talk to her anymore, she won’t be there to see the little baby me.” He knew he cared more than he should, but he couldn’t help it.

“Neil,” you chose your words carefully “you don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own.”

All of a sudden he broke into tears. Years of suffering he could finally externalize. He got closer to you, curling into your chest, like a child. You wrapped your arms around him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, trying to calm him down as much as you could. “You can let it go”

⋆ ★ neil perry taglist: @cauliflowertree @moonlitmeeks @toindeedbeag0d @mad-elia @juneberrie @mystic-writings @natashxromanovf @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @spookydarkwitch @duxpuella @innerloverpainter @vancitycharlie @venussflytraps @diorgirl444 @dori-and-gray

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[barryroyco]

i’d actually do literally anything in the world to have been a part of the dead poets society filming. like. what a time. having a whole beautiful campus like that? the OUTFITS? dead poets in nyc???????? what could possibly be better

#dead poets society #dps #robert sean leonard #rsl #ethan hawke #dead poets #dead poets in nyc