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sneakyparsnipslicer · 3 months

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A Chance Encounter

[A request from @leathercanuck90, enjoy folks!]

Neil had been on the road for hours. Driving down the motorway returning home from work, the sky was blackened and the rain was chucking it down. It wasn't exactly his ideal weather to be driving in, in fact he was anxious each time a car sped by on another lane.

It had been a rough few months for Neil, work had needed him to stay on for overtime in the office, his wife had divorced him taking the kids with her, his luck was just about running out and sometimes he wished it was all over. But he kept telling himself it had to get better at some point.

Driving on, he checked a sign at the side of the road, about 5 miles to home, and a service station coming up. He considered it for a moment. He did need to piss from all the coffee he'd been drinking on his shift, wouldn't be a bad idea to stop and get something to eat either. He switched on his indicator and moved to the left-most lane, turning onto the road that led to a car park. Neil parked his car and undid his seatbelt, turning the engine off. He sighed and looked ahead. He could see the lights of the garage in the distance. He put on his raincoat and opened his door, being greeted to the cold, wet rain hammering down outside. He shut his car door, locking it and proceeded to hurry over to the building.

Getting inside he lowered his hood and dried his shoes on the mat. Looking around he could see a little cafe with a seating area, nearby toilets, not too many people around. It wasn't too bad, quite charming infact. Neil wanted to have a look at the cafe to see what was available, but then he remembered his bladder was full. He could get some food after.

Hurrying into the men's toilet, he ran over to the urinal closest to the door, unzipped his trousers and began to piss, sighing in relief. He hoped for a moment that nobody had heard him, but there seemed to be nobody else there. He shrugged and continued pissing. A few seconds later he heard footsteps and the door was slammed open. A sweaty-looking man dressed in motorbike leathers burst in panting, spooking Neil. The man looked to see Neil and composed himself, giving Neil a nod and walking over to the urinal next to him.

'Hey, sorry if I frightened you pal. I'm bursting! Bit of a bad night huh?' the man asked, unzipping his trousers and pulling his dick out.

'Oh yeah, it's awful!' said Neil, nervously chuckling. He eyed the man next to him, he seemed to be impressively built and he couldn't help noticing the size of his cock.

'Where you coming in from then?' the biker asked, looking to Neil, who he noticed was looking and began to chuckle. Neil looked to him and read the situation.

'Oh, oh no sorry!' stammered Neil.

'Hey it's alright. Hell, I've got nowhere to be if you've got time' said the biker, winking at him. Neil froze on the spot. Was this man offering himself to him.

'Umm, sorry Sir, I'm not about that life' said Neil, looking away and beginning to zip up his trousers.

'Aww come on buddy, it'd be just us, nobody has to know!' teased the biker, leaning towards him, knocking him playfully on the shoulder. Neil thought about it. It wasn't like he was married anymore, life had been pretty shit lately but this absolute leather stud of a man was offering something he knew he'd always been curious about.

'C'moooon!' whined the biker. Neil looked to the ceiling, shaking his head.

'Fine, why not?' said Neil, flapping his arms in surrender.

'Oh hell yeah!' cried the biker, zipping up his flyers and getting a good look at Neil.

'So, uh. How would we go about this?' asked Neil. The biker approached him, sizing him up.

'Well first' began the biker, lifting Neil up by his armpits and slamming him into the wall, pinning him close to it, giving his neck a good, deep sniff.

'Oh, my…' said Neil in surprise, not expecting such force.

'Mmmm, you smell so good' said the biker seductively, kissing Neil's neck. Neil could feel himself hardening in his pants.

'It's Imperial Leather' Neil chuckled, the biker thrusted his pelvis into Neil causing him to moan out.

'Oh you like leather huh? Guess it's your lucky night!' said the biker smiling, looking at Neil's lips. He moved in and kissed Neil passionately, pushing him even more into the wall.

'God I want to be inside you!' the biker growled, moving his hands to feel Neil's slim frame. Neil thought about it, he'd never actually been fucked in the ass before.

'Does it hurt?' asked Neil absent-mindedly, to which the biker pulled back and looked at him confused.

'I mean does it hurt when a guy's entering your backside? I've always wondered' said Neil. The biker began laughing.

'Oh Honey! You're new to all this huh?' he asked, kissing Neil gently.

'Well I mean this is the first time I've had the chance to have sex with a man' Neil explained. The biker nodded in understanding.

'I see, well from my experience it doesn't. You'll love what I'm gonna do to you. You're a bit of a tight squeeze, but I can work with that' the biker said, reaching around to caress Neil's ass.

'Oh, I see. Well then, should we go somewhere so nobody finds us?' asked Neil. The biker shook his head and turned Neil to face the wall, pinning him to it again.

'Nah, this shouldn't take long' said the biker, massaging Neil's ass, crouching down to undo Neil's belt and pull his trousers and pants down. Neil placed his hands on the wall and looked down as he saw his own dick spring free of it's confines. The biker proceeded to plunge his tongue into Neil's ass hole, making him yelp out in surprise. He could feel it tickling the sides as it explored, lubricating it. It felt amazing. Neil looked to the ceiling, breathing heavily, moaning and panting.

'Alright buddy, going in!' said the biker as he unzipped his own leather trousers and dropped them to his ankles, pulling down his own boxers and placing his dick between Neil's ass cheeks. He started out slow as it slid into the untouched territory. Neil began moaning, slapping his right hand on the wall. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced and he was loving it. The biker began grunting as he began to fuck his way in gradually deeper and deeper. Eventually his whole dick was inside Neil's ass.

'Now here's where the magic happens Baby' whispered the biker, and he placed his hands on Neil's shoulders, which to Neil's astonishment began to sink through his shirt's fabric and merge with his shoulders. He was lost for words, he could only watch as the biker's arms proceeded to slip into his own, taking control of them and giving ownership to the biker. The arms began to feel Neil's body.

'Feels good don't it?' asked the biker. Neil nodded, gasping from the warm, orgasmic sensation he was feeling. The biker rested his chin on Neil's right shoulder and placed the hands against the wall, pressing his chest against Neil's back.

The biker began to move his feet into Neil's legs, starting with his right one, letting it sink in, and then the left one. Neil was beginning to lose all feeling as this new sensation of the biker invading his body overtook him. All responsibilities, all the shit going on in life just didn't matter to him anymore. It was all about this biker now.

The biker began gyrating his hips, sinking further into Neil's body, merging with his ass, back and chest. Then he pushed Neil's head against the wall as he proceeded to merge his head with Neil's. Eventually the biker was fully inside Neil's body and grabbed his new dick, pumping several loads of cum out, alongside all of Neil's memories, anxiety and sorrows. He stood there a new man with a mix of Neil's clothes and the biker's leathers. He began to chuckle.

'Well, Mr. Neil that was glorious, but I think I'm gonna go by Larry now' said the man, removing his clothing. He felt everything, his new ass, his dick, he checked himself out in the mirror. A lot of Neil's face had been kept.

'Oh Honey we're looking cute as fuck now!' Larry chuckled, flexing and admiring his own muscles. He put on the biker's leathers, leaving Neil's clothes behind and walked out of the toilets, he took a nose ring out of his pocket and clipped it on and headed back to the car park. It was still raining outside, but that wasn't a problem. He sauntered over to his motorbike and began to rev the engine.

'Mmmm, yeah. Hear that baby purr!' whispered Larry. Putting on his helmet and speeding off into the night.

#straight to gay #gay #leather #biker #male tf #male transformation #merging #possession

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xxxbabyinatrenchcoatxxx · 7 months

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I love Andrew Minyard as a criminal justice major. Just imagine the possibilities that could happen!! He'd 100% write a paper about nature vs nurture that is about himself and Neil (only if you read between the lines can you tell that tho)

Oh man!! An idea is coming into my head as I think about this!!

Okay, okay, so imagine the following.

Andrew is in his The Serial Killer's Psyche class when he learns about the more recent recent killers, including The Baltimore Butcher.

He lowkey becomes fascinated with the whole thing.

(It's the knives)

And goes down a rabbit hole looking into anything and everything regarding the Wesninski family.

He learns that Nathan was married and had a son, Nathaniel, with a member of another known mafia family from across the Atlantic, Mary.

The son would be the perfect killing machine for these two.

But then he learns that Mary and Nathaniel died tragically in an unknown form.

"The family wants to keep their privacy in these hard times." The press says.

Despite Andrew researching for days (he even went to the library once!) He can't find any record of how they died, but their death certificates have the same time stamp on them so at least he knows they died at the same time.

After finding out as much as he can about the family, he is (and he would never admit this to anyone at all ever) solely on the side of the cops in believing that Nathan Wesninski is The Baltimore Butcher despite there not being enough evidence, etc etc.

Having learned all he could, he all but forgets about the Wesninski family.

Fast forward to the next semester when Kevin tells him they are going to Arizona because he found them a new striker.

As Neil is trying to catch his breath from Andrew hitting him, Andrew is suddenly excepiencing a new phenomenon to him "familiarity"

For some reason, this flight risk reminds him of someone, but he can't quite remember who.

This is new.

Not remembering something.

Is his memory failing him for the first time ever?

He blames it on his meds and moves on

Everytime he sees Neil after he moves to Palmetto, he has the same feeling.

Ever. Single. Time.

It is increasingly aggravating and intirely too intresting.

After weeks spent trying to remember who Neil reminded him of, filing through every person he's ever encountered, and Neil's skitish behavior, he decided that Neil must be a threat.

Why else would his instincts tell him not to trust Neil?

Why didn't he react to the Moriyamas coming south that fall?

Why couldn't he fucking remember where he knew Neil from???

His shell cracked a little bit and he decided on impulse that Neil was going to Eden's with them

Andrew was practically vibrating with rage by the end of that night.

"Who are you?" Andrew asked.

"Wha- I don't understand? I'm Neil?"

"No. I know you, but I've never seen you before." Andrew watched as Neil tensed, wondering what was running through the runners head.

"We don't know each other." Neil made as if to walk away, but he didn't make it far before he had to grab the wall to stabilize himself.

"I know you." Andrew said, grabbing his shoulder.

"No, you don't." Neil shoved him.

"Do you work for the Moriyamas?"

"You think I'm a mole?" Neil scoffed, but it was more slurred with the drugs in his system.

"You're something. And I know how to properly dispose of a body." Andrew said lowly, threatingly, putting both hands on either side of Neil, caging him him.

"So do I." Neil's voice was steady, and he shoved Andrew back as far as he could before taking off.

Neil feeds Andrew half-truths the next day at Wymacks, saying that he must have seen him on the street somewhere. He honestly had no idea why Andrew recognized him.

Andrew doesn't believe that, but he believes Neil's half-truths about his family and lets him go.

Eventually, the familiar feeling is exchanged with actual recognition, and the books continue on as normal

UNTIL

Andrew gets out of Easthaven and sees Neil with his blue eyes and Aubrun hair and brused face, and Andrew freezes for only a moment.

But for that moment, it's like a Christmas tree lighting up in Andrew's head.

Neurons firing and connecting dots he didn't know went to together.

Nathaniel Wesninski stood next to his family

Nathaniel Wesninski protected his family while he was in rehab

Nathaniel Wesninski has been alone with Kevin every night for the past 4 months

Nathaniel Wesninksi was a runaway

Nathaniel Wesninski was alive

Nathaniel Wesninski

Andrew doesn't know what to do with this information yet, so he does nothing

He goes about his decided itinerary for the day

He still doesn't know what to do until "I never understood why he liked knives."

Everyone else was thinking Riko, but Andrew was thinking Nathan.

He decides then and there that he's not going to say anything until Neil tells him.

Neil's "I'm Nathaniel" hits Andrew like a gut punch.

He already knew it but now it's confirmed.

When Neil goes missing, Andrew was the first to tell coach about Nathan's release from prison.

He persuades Coach (read: stares down repeating "Baltimore") to take them to Baltimore because that's where Neil is.

Books go on as normal

Life seemingly goes back to normal after summer break.

They start the new semester with significantly fewer worries, and Neil is figuring out his newfound freedom.

Andrew is in his Advanced Psychology class when Nathan Wesninski is brought up again.

The professor - fortunately for her sake - doesn't mention Neil or Nathaniel at all but assigned them an imaginative assignment

They are to pick a serial killer and study what is known about their at home life and write a paper about what it might be like to grow up in that kind of enviroment

Andrew was going to ignore this assignment, but Neil found out and thought the whole thing was hilarious.

Neil finds out that Andrew was entirely too fascinated by the Wesninski family.

"You liked me before you even met me."

Eventually, they decided that Andrew didn't have to write the paper.

"Mr. Minyard. It is your turn to present."

Andrew and Neil walk to the front.

"This was a single person assignment, Mr. Minyard."

"I think a first-hand account is better than anything I could have come up with. Don't you think?"

"First hand?"

"Hello Andrew's classmates. I'm Nathaniel Wesninski, but please call me Neil. Fair warning. If you ever call me Nathaniel, I will kill you."

They spend the rest of the class basically ragging on Nathan the entire time

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #the foxes #aftg neil #the foxhole court #andriel #the raven king #the kings men #aftg au #criminal justice major Andrew Minyard

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desire-mona · 2 months

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this most definitely isnt an original thought and i've probably heard it on a podcast before but. i am so married to todd's sweaty tooth madman poem being a metaphor for not accepting being gay.

so here's me picking the whole thing apart (and not proofreading anything)

so starting with

the sweaty toothed madman of course being walt whitman, who we all know is (at least rumoured to be) gay. now the interpretation of whitman being a metaphor for todd's sexuality is nothing new, but i'd like to expand on it.

"i close my eyes and this image floats beside me"

i see this as any moment todd has to himself, no matter where he is, he is reminded whitman/ the fact that he's gay. the specific usage of closing your eyes to mean that the image/ reminder is always there, always following. i see the use of the words "beside me" in a couple different ways. either to suggest that the reminder is just out of view, being pushed away just enough to not be the main focus and more something you see in your peripheral, or in a 3rd person perspective, seeing todd and the imagery of walt beside eachother, coinciding with eachother. i could see both interpretations working equally as well, or even comined.

"the sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain"

THIS LINE. i loooove his use of sweaty toothed!!!!!

if you're not sure what sweaty toothed means, it just kinda means ur teeth r. wet. drooly mouth. i see this madman being sweaty toothed to mean that he's "hungry", not literally, but more desiring something. this being truth, which i'll get into later.

the stare that pounds my brain. oh man. ok so obviously this means that the image/ thought is intimidating, terrifying, threatening. the implication that todd being gay is as much of a threat to his life/ wellbeing as a madman that has it out for him, both ideas causing him an insane amount of stress.

this line is fairly simple to me, the reminder goes from something that terrifies you but ultimately can go unacknowledged, to a constant, overbearing thought that suffocates you enough that you HAVE to face it in some way or another. todd is facing it fearfully, letting it take control of him and how he acts rather than tackling the idea himself. he is defenseless against this part of him

truth (ur gay)

todd thinkin this truth will leave him unsatisfied in life :-( not only in the love sense tho! with his family too, if they find out god forbid, theyll surely view him differently and cast him off even farther than they already do. i also like to think this is him lowkey complaining that the blankets at welton are too small.

this also, devastatingly enough, reminds me of the bit from rocketman where elton comes out to his mom.

clip from rocketman (2019)

and he's mumbling. he's mumbling! this truth is still cloudy, not full realised, still being pushed away. whitman wants the truth, todd wants the truth, but he's still not ready, everything's still uncertain. this uncertain truth could also pertain to todd's feelings toward neil specifically, but i dont think that was the intention. todd does exist as his own person!

this ones simple again. you can fight off your feelings and sexuality all you want but it still wont really lead you anywhere you wanna be. you either end up marrying someone you dont love (women), or you end up alone. also the heavy emphasis on physical violence toward the Truth Blanket could be a metaphor for the physical danger todd would be in if anyone found out, but im not hellbent on that idea.

god. "from the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying," is a BEAUTIFUL way to convey "your entire life" todd you have such a way with words. anyway. i take this as something like. this is something you're born with and cant change, todd was born gay, obviously, and it will never go away with any amount of effort. hence the wailing, crying, and screaming.

also i view the specific line of "it will just cover your face" in a couple different ways. either to mean this truth will suffocate you no matter what you do, or this truth will leave you needing to hide major parts of yourself from the world.

this got a bit repetitive, i apologise. but i still have more to say.

some parts of this poem i find to be a bit too wordy to have been come up with on the spot. do i think todd is talented enough to do so? absolutely! but i just dont think that's the case. i have no doubt in my mind that a LOT of what he said in front of the class was either already on his mind, or was written down beforehand but eventually scrapped.

specifics i have in mind are the concepts of a sweaty toothed madman and a blanket that leaves your feet cold. i dont think this sweaty toothed madman was written specifically with whitman in mind, i think it was just a vessel for his anxiety generally. but the blanket i just KNOW was thought out and written down with the intention to like. be a metaphor for being unsatisfied.

and that only makes the class laughing at that line that much worse, no wonder he wanted to stop! not only was todd incredibly brave for continuing after, but keating was unimaginably quick to get the focus back to the poem. he knew that metaphor meant something to todd, and choosing to expand on that was actually an amazing way to drive that home.

either way, todd's far more brave than i ever could be. i'd be shitting myself up there.

also if u disagree with any of these points are wanna add anything then TELL MEEEE!!! art is anything but subjective and i looove seeing how you guys view things like this.

#desire mona #once again. i am todd anderson #and keating #what a nightmare kin combo actually #dead poets society #media #todd anderson #anderperry #banger

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nightgoodomens · 11 days

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Asks under the cut

It kind of looks like GT liked the game while it was serving her and the moment she got the agent she dropped Anna and the Poly image. She wasn’t exactly kind to Anna during it either, let’s be honest. It’s nothing new, she doesn’t like putting attention on others if she doesn’t have anything out of it. And recently she seems to just… diss or crap on everything good concerning DT.

I think this post was created by MS because a lot of thought went into it. However! I am very curious to see what AL will do now. If she’s smart, even for pure self serving purposes, she will side with DT and MS as it looks like GT lost it. But we will see…

Yes he was in an open marriage with Amanda for many years.

I did wonder that too. Fell in love on the set… or everything quiet until the show is released and all done and dusted? I think if there were certain plans, they have fallen apart, so we will see what the new plan is. Neil makes me think that he wouldn’t mind them getting married on the set if they wanted to, to be fair 😂

I think she didn’t display this much nastiness even just a few months ago. She liked to pull the attention to herself and diss DT, but not constantly so… blatantly. There was a mix of nice with nasty, not just nasty. But I mean their relationship started by her stalking him until he gave in and she called him a great asset so… I always thought it was creepy as fuck.

Because then it was self serving as she hoped for an agent. She got an agent - promoting them doesn’t serve her anymore. Oliviers were meant to be about her yet fandom reminded her who they are here for. I think getting humbled stung. Plus DT was growing more and more miserable for a while now while she was using him more and more and I have a feeling that he snapped and left so now she’s lashing out.

Underlining, just in case people didn’t grasp the concept, that she put the bare minimum in the post about him on purpose.

I don’t think it was Ty. Technically blinds are not good because PR usually reacts by burying them aka hetero show made out of Oliviers. And I think Ty likes David so he wouldn’t do it to him. I think it was Georgia… and I think they found out.

I think let’s breatheeeeee because it all might go sideways still 😅 I am all for excitement while things are happening because it’s fun but don’t put your hopes up for what might happen. I think it’s 50:50 between separation announcement and no no no we luvvvv each other truuuuuly.

That’s the sweetest message ever, thank you! 😂❤️ I’m all for unhinged 😏

Ohhhh I hope he’s surrounded by all the friends and his husband and has the best fucking party ever honestly. Massive cake, alcohol, music, and let’s celebrate the man 🥳

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

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moonmeg · 2 months

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There is something I don't understand, if Bree had everything she needed and always wanted in the town where Neil was born, why did they decide to move to Bonesborough?

Didn't she think that upon returning she might have the bad luck to see her parents again and relive the traumas of her adolescence?

They moved because the land they had was very much useless and in order to provide and survive it was necessary to find another place to make a living at. Bonesborough was one of the options and the most profitable one at that. It's not that Neil specifically only cares about profit but he's well aware he has a wife and three kids to provide for and he would lay the world at all of their feet if he could, which is why he preferred Bonesborough over other places.

Breena was not happy about hearing that because, yes, she was afraid of her past catching up to her. Not only was she scared that meeting her "parents" would throw her back to the insecure and broken girl she was before meeting Neil but she was also scared it would affect her severely in her mother role. She wanted to do better than her "parents" and actually quite enjoyed being a mother to Makenna, Feya and Micah and she didn't want to possibly damage the good relationship she had with her kids because of that.

It threw her in a bit of a dilemma. She wants the best for her babies and if Bonesborough is the best option they have for a great life she will not object but she also doesn't want to be confronted with her abusers. So... who does she prioritize here? Her kids or herself?

Neil offered to investigate on whether or not Breena's parents still live in Bonesborough, hoping desperately for them to have moved themselves, so that Breena's fear could be taken away. He wanted to go to Bonesborough anyway to take a look at the land that is up for sale and so he took Ian with him and upon arriving handed him a note with Breena's old address and maiden name.

Ian went to the address given to him and there was still a house standing there. He knocked, the door opened, he introduced himself and let the woman that opened the door know who he's looking for.

"Ah no, I'm afraid you won't be able to find my cousin here. She moved out about 15 years ago."

"Yer cousin ye say?"

"Distant cousin if we want to be precise."

"Ye dinna happen to know where yer cousin is now?"

"No idea. I only know she separated from her then-spouse and they then both moved out of Bonesborough after their daughter disappeared. Don't know where to though. None of us in the closer and more distant family was able to contact either since they left."

"And they dinna plan to return?"

"Unlikely. Upon leaving my cousin was rather joyful than saddened. I wish I could help more, good Sir, but unfortunately that is all information I have."

"No worries, Ma'am. Ye helped me a lot already. I willna disturb ye any longer. Have a good day!"

"You too!"

Lucky coincidence.

Once Breena heard the bad part of her past was gone, it did make the decision easier. That and the fact now she was a 32 year old woman and no longer a child + the fact that she knew she wasn't alone but that she had a husband who she can confine in, who'll catch her and who'll build her up again, who'll stand with her no matter what, she made the decision to agree with the plan of moving to Bonesborough.

She wasn't ecstatic about it. She would've preferred staying with her found family in the town she grew to love, the town she married at and the town that was her children's birth place but she came to accept it. Being reunited with Ahana and Cat was her biggest joy and made it all a lot easier too <3

#moonmeg ask #breena bower #neil bower #breeil lore

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sleepingcosmic · 3 months

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I just had a realisation. If Riko didn't let Jean speak French, it would make sense that he didn't allow Jean to keep up with French culture (TV show, music, literature, etc...) either since Riko probably had no interest in it and would not let Jean enjoy something he could not understand, and Riko had no interest in learning French.

So that first realisation already broke my heart because Jean was basically ripped out from a part of his culture.

And then I realised Jean is the one who taught French to Kevin. So everything Kevin knows about French culture is coming from Jean. After leaving the nest, French and anything related to it probably became a way to stay linked to Jean in some kind of way.

So now I imagined Kevin searching everywhere to find stuff in French, officially to keep up with the language, but in reality, it's because he misses Jean. And Kevin finds out about Stéphane Bern's show called "Secrets d'Histoire" (History's secrets) and becoming a fan of it because he is a history nerd. One day, he will learn that Stéphane Bern is way and happily married, and it will make him happy without knowing why. Because Kevin Day, you are not straight.

And now I can't help but think about everything regarding French culture Jean and Kevin missed because of Riko. I NEED A DRUNK KEVIN SINGING "L'assasymphonie" ON THE TOP OF HIS LUNG AND JEAN AND NEIL TRYING TO EXPLAIN TO THE FOXES WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON THE FIRST TIME IT HAPPENNED. AND I WANT THIS EVENT TO HAPPEN SO OFTEN THAT NICKY PROCEEDS TO JOIN KEVIN IN HIS SINGING.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. I'm broken inside.

#kevin day #aftg #all for the game #jean moreau #Spotify

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racfoam · 6 months

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A Muggle AU Harrymort fic where Voldemort is a killer (he is in his late 40s/early 50s when the fic happens. I had to push his year of birth forward by 4 decades but if you want me to write Old Man Muggle Voldemort fucking Harry I AM NOT AFRAID BRING IT ON) who killed Harry's parents and 20 years later 21-year-old Harry visits him in jail and he ends up becoming obsessed with her.

Some background info for the scenes below:

1st Scene - First meeting, short sentences.

2nd scene: This is set in the jail when Harry visits Voldemort and gifts him Shakespeare’s Plays Hardcover Book for his birthday. This capybara is absolutely using this fic as an excuse to extend my knowledge on English and classic literature.

3rd scene: At this point, Voldemort has kidnapped Harry and is driving her to the Riddle Manor from London to Yorkshire and there is Forced Marriage, they are married already in this scene.

4th scene: They stop at a petrol station and Harry has a plan to get free. Bcs tumblr is being a little bastard and not letting me paste it, I'll make a post exactly for it. FUCK YOU, TUMBLR.

1st Scene (First Meeting)

He did not look like a killer. Except… Except the eyes. Those were a killer’s eyes.

2nd Scene (Jail Visit)

“What’s your favourite?” asked Voldemort, pulling Harry out of her thoughts. “What?” asked Harry, blinking. “Shakespeare,” he replied calmly. “What’s your favourite play of his?” Harry shrugged. “They were all boring to me, really.” Voldemort chuckled. His long, slender fingers touched the cover of the book, in the exact same spot where Harry's fingers had been holding it a few minutes ago. A slow, fond caress. His cold gaze never strayed from hers.

[Voldemort is wishing his fingers were caressing Harry’s skin rather than the leather cover of the book.]

“I think you’d like A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” said Voldemort, continuing to brush the cover of the thick book. It was making Harry uneasy. His gaze was burning into her. “Because it isn't a tragedy, unlike so many of his works. Some are so dark and morbid, aren't they? And you don’t like tragedies, Harry.”

“There is a scene, where Lysander, who has forgotten Hernia because of a flower juice poured over his eyes, sees her once again, and falls in love with her all over again.” said Voldemort, looking at Harry.

Harry wondered how a man so old could be so beautiful.

3rd Scene (Roadtrip)

It was a dark Bentley Arnage Uncle Vernon would be jealous of. Harry couldn’t truly appreciate it with her right hand handcuffed to the door handle. Harry also couldn’t appreciate the casettes it was playing, either, because she wanted to chuck herself out of the window because it was playing Sweet Caroline. What was worse... Voldemort was singing over it. And the bloody bastard was a bloody good singer. “Sweet Caroline,” sang Voldemort, his silken voice somehow better than Neil Diamond’s, and Harry truly hated thinking it. “Good times never seemed so good...” Voldemort was jolly, smiling broadly, like a man from the 50s celebrating marrying the prettiest girl in town. It was unnerving, chilling the blood in her veins. “Oh, come on, Harry,” said Voldemort, glancing Harry's way with a slightly offended expression when he saw she was glaring at him instead of joining him in singing. “You know this one.” Clenching her jaw, Harry was starting to truly, consciously consider committing first degree murder.

4th Scene (Petrol Station)

Voldemort parked the Bentley beside the petrol pump. He shut off the car engine, pulled out the car key and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Stay here, my dear.” he said, leaning over to place a quick, but nevertheless warm kiss on Harry’s left cheek. By the time Harry registered what happened, Voldemort was opening the doors, closing them shut. The heat of his lips lingered on her cheek, molten hot like venom. Harry leaned her head over the seat, her heart racing. She watched Voldemort move to the petrol container on the left side of the car. It was better not to do anything. He’ll have to go in and pay for the petrol. That’s when Harry will start digging for the key of the handcuffs. Harry watched Voldemort, and he must have noticed it, because he turned his gaze toward her, giving her an ardent, covetous look, the sharpness of his eyes softening, his lips pulling into a charming smile. Harry’s heart performed a sommersault. Flinching, she turned back around, facing forward. Her face felt hot, and there was a burning heat low in her belly. She heard the hum of the petrol as the petrol pump turned on, pouring petrol into the petrol tank of the car. For a while, Harry focused on that, trying to forget the soft lines of Voldemort’s face. Voldemort opened the doors, making Harry jump. “Are you hungry?” he asked her. “No,” replied Harry dully, staring at the shop because she didn’t want to look at Voldemort in that moment. It was the truth. Harry wasn’t having much of an appetite at all. “Do you need to use the bathroom?” “Um,” said Harry awkwardly, because she was feeling her bladder was getting full. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Voldemort hummed. “After I pay.” he said, then closed the doors gently. To think such gentle movements and gallant behaviour could shift to monstrous within a blink. Harry watched Voldemort walk into the petrol station store. When the doors closed behind him, Harry started reaching her free left hand toward the storage compartment, but then she saw Voldemort pull out a credit card and swipe it across the card-reader. Fuck. The next second, Harry retracted her hand back to her lap, and the second after that, Voldemort exited the petrol station carrying a plastic bag. Harry’s shoulders slumped in disappointment. Voldemort got back in the car.

“I brought you pads,” he said, much to Harry’s horror, placing the bag in the backseat. He turned on the car and drove to the right, in one of the many empty parking spots, near the bathroom sign. Then, he leaned down and unbuckled Harry’s seatbelt. Harry watched where the key — Fucking hell! Voldemort pulled out the small key of the cuffs from his back pocket, placed it into the lock, and unlocked the cuff. Harry got her right hand away from the open cuff as quickly as she could.

Voldemort got out of the car and opened the doors for Harry, offering her his hand. Harry only put her hand in his because she knew he’d be displeased if she didn’t. His hand was big and surprisingly warm. His long fingers wrapped around her palm, holding her hand tightly, and he helped Harry out of the car, then closed the doors. It was rather warm outside in the summer weather, but nothing serious. They walked, hand-in-hand, to the bathroom section. There wasn't anyone in the women's section. Uncaring, Voldemort stepped in, letting go of Harry’s hand at last and letting her go into the cubicle. Just to be safe — or have an illusion of safety and privacy — Harry locked the doors. She heard Voldemort laugh amusedly, a low sound. Harry quickly did her business, glaring all the while at the doors, flushing red at the awareness Voldemort was on the other side of the doors, listening... Harry couldn’t believe how bad her luck was. The only options she had were to make a run for it now (impossible, she’d need to turn invisible) or steal the keys which were in Voldemort’s back pocket. Harry wanted to smash her head against the wall. Rather death than whatever awaited her with that psychopathic, remorseless murderer. She had to think, and do it fast. Hang on... Pads. “Harry,” said Voldemort coldly, voice darker; it sent chills down her spine, goosebumps along her flesh. “If you’re stalling —” “Um,” said Harry in the most genuine, awkward tone possible.

“I got my period.” A moment of silence. Harry could feel Voldemort’s eyes through the door, and she wondered if he could hear the lie in her voice. “I see.” said Voldemort. Harry smiled at her genius plan. Now Voldemort will have to go back to the car for the pads and Harry can run for it. “Open the doors. I brought one with me.” What kind of creep are you?! Harry thought to scream, but choked it down by a growl. It must have come out as pained (it was pained, but for an entirely different reason, such as this bastard being too thorough!) because she heard Voldemort’s footsteps on the tile. “I won’t enter.” he said, while Harry’s heart raced along with her mind. “I’ll pass it to you.” The plan to run was ruined. Harry doubted she’d get a chance to steal the keys anytime soon before they reached a motel before nightfall, before he... Harry’s breaths quickened, coming out in wheezing, rattling breaths. God. God. God. Why her? She never should have gone there. She never should have stepped foot in that prison. She never should have picked up the phone on the other side of the glass. She never should have bought him that fucking book for his fucking birthday as some fucking kindness. He deserved to rot in there, he deserved to die in there, he was a monster in human form. But Voldemort broke out because of her! Because he wanted her! Because... what had she even done that... What made him... A sniffle broke through Harry’s tumbling thoughts of despair; it belonged to Harry. It was Harry. Harry was sniffling. On the verge of crying. “Harry.” It was his voice. Silken and soft. “I won’t do anything until tonight, as I promised you. Now open the door.” Miserable, Harry got up from the toilet, uncaring for her lack of underwear. Right as she reached for the lock, an epiphany swept over her. Voldemort wanted Harry. It was so simple that Harry felt like laughing. Voldemort wanted Harry. Harry's breaths calmed as sudden realisation swept over her. Any sign of tears vanished. Harry would get those keys even if she had to suck Voldemort off in this bathroom cubicle. Determination burned inside of Harry. Then, she opened the doors, and when Voldemort's hand entered through the gap, holding the pad, Harry grasped his wrist instead, and pulled.

Continuation of 4th scene cus tumblr is a little bitch - This is where Explicit Content is.

#tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #female harry potter #muggle au

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 2 months

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julius caesar but i've never watched it

...either the play or the actual man. I am not a time-travelling voyeur. Why does that give Doctor Who vibes? I haven't watched that either.

Anyway, happy Ides of March, tumblr. I am about as enthusiastic about the celebration as Neil Gaiman is, but here we are. Doing what I do worst, making a summary of things I have no authority to summarise... WAHOO LET'S GO. Whatever it is I know about the play:

Caesar was vibing sometime around the '40s. 0040s, not 1940s.

He has a wife named Calpurnia. A maggot wants to be her because and I quote 'no one ever listens to me either'.

She tells him not to go to some kind of coronation or speech or something on the Ides. He's like nah wifey 'sall gucci.

I regret saying that sentence. As did Caesar, because he went and got stabbed in 44. Spoiler alert.

People ship Mark Antony with Caesar but some ship Brutus and Caesar. *youtuber voice* Comment below with your favourite ship.

Don't do it I don't want to know. Anyway, he's also married to Cleopatra, who is killed by snake venom that may not have been snake venom or something.

Idk they were cute. They had a kid that ran away and Asterix and Obelix had to take care of him. Caesarian?

WAIT IS A C-SECTION CALLED A CAESARIAN BECAUSE YOU CUT IT OPEN AND CAESAR WAS STABBED? WHAT?

There is a soothsayer. He tries to soothwarn Caesar.

Caesar does not soothlisten. Caesar is a lil bitch.

On the Ides of March, Caesar goes up to the soothsayer who is lurking on the steps of the maybe-coronation place. He soothsays The Ides of March are come!

The soothsayer soothsighs and soothsays Aye, Caesar, but not gone.

The senators, otherwise known as the soothslayers, have been plotting for a while. Brutus is a very dear friend of Caesar. He thinks Caesar slays.

But the other senators convince him this is what's best for Rome. So he thinks Caesar should be slayed.

So now the soothslayers at the maybe-coronation gather around Caesar and start stabbing him. Et tu, Brute? and all that (though I remember something about that phrase not meaning the same thing as it does in popular context...).

The soothslayers are a bit extra. Like bro. One stab to the heart would have soothsufficed.

Anyway, Caesar is soothslayed like the soothsayer soothsaid.

There is a funeral thing. The People of Rome are cranky.

A maggot once said Moots, maggots, countrymen! and it lives rent-free in my head.

Anyway what Mark Antony actually says is a whole ass speech. FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN, LEND ME YOUR EARS. I COME TO BURY CAESAR, NOT TO PRAISE HIM! THE EVIL THAT MEN DO LIVES AFTER THEM, THE GOOD IS INTERR'D WITH THEIR BONES (I THINK I HAVEN'T HEARD THE SPEECH IN A WHILE OK) SO LET IT BE WITH CAESAR.

So he gives the soothspeech and everyone is emotional. IF YOU HAVE TEARS, PREPARE TO SHED THEM NOW. Damn bro. It's like playing villain music just as the camera focuses on the villain.

Anyway then there is a lot of chaos and blah blah blah Mark Antony does some stuff Caesar's adoptive son Octavian does some stuff.

There's some bloke named Augustus who may or may not be Octavian (if he was sorry for the deadname Auggy my bad).

Brutus is killed? Or he kills Mark Antony? One of them die.

They were totally not fighting over who was a better lover to Caesar.

Roman Republic gone byebye as I say to Roxie. Roman Empire starts. The end.

Er.

That was a thing. I rather like summarising my homeboy Shakespeare haven't read him in a while and I only read his comedies. Maybe I should do more in honour of the Globe Theatre Maggots.

Happy Ides. Please don't soothslay me. I've been a good Maggot Prince to you, haven't I?

*runs just in soothcase*

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hyperraduo22 · 6 months

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my dps roman empires

cuz i keep seeing those videos with my love mine all mine on my feed with consistently ugly-sob-inducing stories and roman empires so now i have this long list i wanna share

+ may include some little facts here and there for anyone new in the fandom

• anderperry’s entire relationship and dynamic

literally no explanation needed on why it’s the top of the list and the first thing i wrote down

the whole hourglass and icarus x the sun dynamics makes me sob every time without fail

someone rewrite the script so they have a happy ending please

also me: wym they already do?? they got married and went to new york??????

• charlie and neil :(((

• thinking about charlie’s experience and dealing with grief post-expulsion

• todd’s entire character

bro makes my quiet x anxious kid heart go brrr

like just thinking about the little implications of his behavior and what’s said about his brother in the script makes me wanna cry and scream and throw a tantrum

he really represents the epitome of all quiet shy kids out there and i really appreciate it

• dead poet’s society but from cameron’s perspective

i understand y’all wanting to punch and yell at him and show no forgiveness but i also think you should give a bit of sympathy for this kid

he doesn’t know any better just like charlie or any of the other poets

damn this movie does a great job of showing reality and the fact that there’s no real enemies

• dead poet’s society but from pitts’s perspective 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

like i’d pay to see this honestly

• pitts’s screen time :((((

my underrated boy :(((((

• pitts and cameron’s dynamic

i KNOW we see these two talking in the background and seeing him make cameron laugh and smile the most compared to everyone else

like??? i wanna see more?????

cameron being outwardly comfortable around someone finally???

• the fact that all the movie's events ensued as they’re all high schoolers

like idk if there’s a canonical age for any of them but whether they’re juniors or seniors the trauma is still the same

• the thoughts of the kids who stood up on their desks at the end of the movie

how are they dealing with keating being away now? how do they view life in general?? did they really appreciate keatings class???? would they join the dps if they had the chance???????

• hopkins’s portrayal

its kind of a 50/50 since bro barely has screen time, yet i see his character oftentimes being portrayed as the class asshole

i think it’s clear that him and his friends commit tomfoolery and are overall jerks but to think that he’s the more sensible, level-headed guy makes a lot of sense to me—kinda similar to charlie in a way

like he knows limits and when to not push them even if he doesn’t come off that way. all bro does is chill in class and stare off into the windows daydreaming (as shown in the whole ripping out the poetry intro scene). bro doesn’t wanna be there. he’s just chilling and honestly same💀

• spencer’s actual treatment in the movie

ik we love this man, and our headcanons (or at least what i’ve seen and my own for the most part) say that people treat him well but low key everyone be on his shit

like it brings up the question of whether or not this is considered bullying cause any scene i see he’s either blatantly shoved around or even the guys around him purposely steal his medicine and pass it around so he can’t have it (including stick participating in this)-

like i think there’s some limits to being a jerk and idk how spencer really feels throughout the movie cuz he’s a background character :////

• HANDSOME ASS BACKGROUND CHARACTERS AND THEIR SCREEN TIMES = UNFAIR! CRIMINAL !!!!!

• the fact that ginny’s character just gets completely cutout. like she has a few lines to begin with and then the movie comes out and she ends up being a non-speaking extra in the play like i’m- what happened???

• tina and gloria / girl characters portrayed in dps in general

let me explain cuz i love them but also feel bad for their characters

like low key they’re just used as experiments for the cave (implied by charlie in a deleted scene that wasn’t recovered although i think this part is in the original script as well if i remember correctly)

although he brings them back a second time in a deleted scene where they’re all dancing around outside of the cave on the night of the play only for him to make out with one of them in another deleted scene that wasn’t recovered… (( this was revealed in an old interview on someone working behind the scenes btw ))

so like i kinda feel bad for them. like y’all just there for show but i wish you had more lines and other purposes besides possibly not passing a bechdel test ://////

^ lowkey this same concept is kinda seen with chris’s character too. like all she’s there for is a romantic interest for knox. like cmon now she’s one of the main female characters and THIS is what she gets. i wanna know more about my girl chris!!!!

and i kind of understand why it’s set up this way since y’know it’s an all male boarding school in the 1950s—how do you fit female characters in and how are they viewed? it’s not the greatest setup of all time

• ANDERPERRY DELETED SCENE ON THE DOCK NOT MAKING IT INTO THE FILM LIKE OUT OF ALL DELETED SCENES THAT ONE IS THE REALLY IMPORTANT ONE !!!!!!!!!!!!!

• the deleted scene of the poets carrying neil’s coffin 🚶‍♂️

like goodbye. doors closed. tears shed.

kinda glad it’s not in the movie cuz i would’ve sobbed uncontrollably even more than neil’s death

• todd’s poem

another deleted scene that really rearranges my internal organs

the fact that him reading this poem was supposed to be in tandem/include shots with neil’s death-

why do the writers want us to cry rivers?????

BUT ALSO ITS FUNNY ASF IF YALL WATCH THIS DELETED SCENE WHEN TODD IS TELLING THEM WHAT TO REPEAT BETWEEN VERSES, ONE OF THE POETS GOES “what??🤨”

I’M SORRY TODD IK YOURE TRYING BUT THAT LITTLE AIRHEADED ASS “what?” IS SO FUNNY TO ME

• the fact that in the very first version of the script, keating was supposed to have cancer

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS UNTIL LAST MINUTE

LIKE Y’ALL ADMITTED THAT YOU WANTED TO HAVE A SCENE OF KEATING DYING IN A HOSPITAL AND WERE PONDERING ON WHETHER HIS CHARACTER SHOULD HAVE A FATAL ILLNESS FOR THREE DAYS ?!?!?

thank god y’all made the right decision and rewrote the script to take that out

#dps tumblr #dead poets society #dps fandom #dead poets fandom #dps #dps boys #todd anderson #charlie dalton #john keating #mr keating #neil perry #anderperry #chris noel #gerard pitts #pitts dps #cameron dps

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Truths of Our Past,The End

Pairing: Older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, 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.

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1/1/70

“You’re cheating!” is yelled from the dining room table where Charlie, Knox, and Pitts play a card game you never bothered to learn. Their volume had been dialed up considering they had already drank much more whiskey than intended. You let it slide though since it was a new decade after all. Normally it would worry Chris for waking Johnny but since it was New Year’s eve and Todd gave Johnny enough grape juice to fuel him for the next 36 hours, Chris has nothing to worry about as Johnny and Todd chase each other around the house.

You on the other hand sit beside Ann on the couch who hasn’t stopped giggling from either the champagne in her hand or the baby fever she has while watching Todd play with Johnny. When she’s not doing that she’s pestering Maggie and Meeks who sit side by side on the couch, proving Maggie was right. She couldn’t just do a wedding party fling. You’re trying your best not to excuse yourself to help Chris in the kitchen since she had already yelled at you twice for attempting to do so. To her it didn’t matter she was three months pregnant, a tiny baby bump just slightly jutting out, it was your first party in the new house and the least she wanted to do was cook the entire New Years snack platter.

“How’s the paper?” Ann asks you as she sets her hand on yours and you internally thank her for the distraction. It had been hard leaving the New York Times but with such credibility you had landed the position of Editor and Chief at the Vermont Times. The best part was you actually could use your real name when writing.

“Amazing actually, I have such a great team and the transition has been surprisingly easy” you tell her and she smiles wide at you. Ann wasn’t surprised things had worked out so well but no matter what she was happy that you were happy.

“And Charlie?” and your eyes glanced to your husband in the other room who has his button down sleeves rolled up leisurely, hair a bit frazzled from the already exciting night.

“Great, he was able to find a job within his company so he never technically left, just traded offices. He has a few business trips to the city here and there but that’s okay” you grin widely at her, happy that everything fell into place. It was like it was meant to be. The perfect home, jobs, life. His parents were upset at first but now, everything had worked out so perfectly they just seemed proud. You figured it was because it reminded them of the life they had when Charlie was still in school.

“Everything really worked out for the best huh?” she grinned back at you and you could only chuckle, eyes glancing to Todd who now had Johnny propped on his feet like an airplane.

“It did, and we’re overjoyed. It’s sort of a fresh start you know? A new house, job, and decade” and Ann was giggling as she finished off the rest of her champagne. The first night you had moved in here you and Charlie were lying in bed, talking about how by the time you were settled it’ll be the start of a new year, a new decade, a new beginning. He told you that the 60s were there for grieving Neil and coming to understand himself better. Now the 70s were about having a life with you and celebrating Neil whenever he could.

“We’re really glad to have you here” she told you and you smiled softly at her before giving her a quick side hug. Vermont was your home now and you always had a feeling it would be. You were glad to be here too.

“I’m going to make sure Charlie isn’t actually cheating” you whispered to her, pushing up from the couch and she giggled as you made your way to the room where the boys had been playing.

“Hey Mrs Dalton” Charlie greeted you with a dopey half drunk grin and you could only chuckle as he shuffled you into his lap at the table.

“Good, distract him so I can make a comeback” Knox pointed at you and you laughed to which Pitts shook his head.

“We’re serious Y/N, he’s killing us. It’s either pure luck or he’s a cheat” he told you with a twinkle of amusement behind his eyes. You were glad to see it considering Kathy couldn’t make the trip with him. It was nice that the evening had picked up for him since he seemed sad to not be spending it with her.

“I’m not cheating, I’m having fun and getting drunk because my wife has decided to torture me” Charlie told the boys, a hand squeezing at your waist.

“I’m not torturing you. It’s been ten years and people change” you quickly told him but he just shook his head, muttering profanities you didn’t care to indulge in. You didn’t have time to anyway considering the doorbell rang throughout the home.

“Speak of the devil” Knox smirked and you were standing from Charlie’s lap which annoyed him further.

“Literally” he grumbled as you parted from them to reach the front door. Swinging it open you urged the couple in from the cold, a few stray snowflakes swirling in with them.

“You made it! I’m so glad” you smiled wide at the pair, helping them from their coats.

“Yeah, we had a quick dinner with my parents and made our way over as soon as we could” the boy smiled at you as you hung both their jackets on the coat rack.

“I’m Y/N Dalton” you introduced yourself the the girl. She had shiny brown hair and bright green eyes, she seemed soft, calm. Probably exactly what he needed.

“Oh sorry, Y/N this is my wife Madeline Cameron” the red headed boy flushed and you just chuckled, shaking the girls hand.

“Please come in, I know you guys just had dinner but Chris is cooking up who knows what in there so I hope you still have some room” you told them both and Cameron smiled at your kindness. When you had first shown up at the firm he wasn’t sure what to think but if you knew Charlie the way he did, you would never spring this on them. That you had asked the Dead Poets and they had agreed, whether it was begrudgingly or not.

“Richard Cameron, I can’t believe my eyes” Todd grinned as you led them into the den. Johnny was hanging over his shoulder and his hair was sticking straight up, but the smile he wore was sincere. Richard wore a shocked face, almost surprised to see how outgoing Todd had become in the last ten years but he shook it off quickly.

“Don’t mind those two, Johnny and Todd have both been indulging themselves in grape juice. Todd’s the adult kind” you told Madeline as Cameron walked into the room and she laughed lightly.

“Hey stiff, heard you got married recently” Richard feigned confidence as he strolled into the room and Todd smiled as he used his free hand not holding Johnny to shake his hand in greeting.

“I did, to the loveliest bride Ann over there” Todd pointed and Cameron turned to face the bubbly girl who sat on the couch.

“Nice to meet you” he told her while shaking her hand. Then his eyes flitted to the other red head in the room. “Steven, I heard you were in Boston”

“Hopefully not for long” Maggie interrupted, her elbow nudging into Meeks ribs. “I’m Maggie. Ann’s college room mate and Steven’s girlfriend”

“Really? Girlfriend? Has she seen the heart underwear?” and Meeks was fire truck red as the room erupted in laughter.

“Trust me Cameron, we’ve all seen the heart underwear” you told him as Meeks groaned out, still not having lived down Todd’s wedding.

“This is my wife Madeline everyone” Cameron diverged the conversation and they all happily greeted her. Once the air had calmed Cameron looked to you and you knew he was ready to see Charlie.

“They’re playing cards at the table” you told him before guiding the pair out of the room. As you were walking in you happened to spot Charlie slipping a card into his pocket and it made you giggle.

“Well if this isn’t a sight for sore eyes” and Cameron held his breath until all three boys looked at him and broke out in wide grins.

“Yeah Cameron, you think that until Charlie absolutely destroys you in whatever game we play” Knox said and Cameron chuckled before urging the quiet brunette girl forward.

“Boys this is my wife Madeline, this is Charlie, Gerard, and Knox” Cameron introduced and Charlie snorted loudly.

“Someone actually married you, how big was the cow he gave your family?” and you were gasping out loud as the rest of the boys laughed.

“It was a pig actually, it broke that years record” Madeline piped in and Charlie wore a look of shock before taking a sip of his drink.

“I like her” he said to no one in particular and Cameron just laughed.

“Yeah I knew you would” and suddenly it was like a wave of comfort engulfed the home. Like somehow without really saying it everything was now okay.

“Well why don’t you pull up a chair, join us for a game” Pitts urged and Cameron was surprised before smiling and moving to sit beside the boys.

“I’m going to check on Chris and grab you two some drinks, I’ll be back” you informed the room as you placed a hand on Madeline’s shoulder and moved to exit the room.

“I’ll play but after Charlie spits up the Ace in his pocket” and Knox and Pitts were instantly yelling as you made your way into the kitchen.

“How’s it going Chrissy?” you asked and she smiled up at you, the apron clung tightly to her.

“Five more minutes and I’m done” she told you as you grabbed two wine glasses for the newly welcomed couple.

“That’s good, Todd needs something to soak up all that adult grape juice” you told her and she was laughing as you popped open the wine and started to pour them into the glasses.

“For you?” she asked and you shook your head, pushing the cork back into the bottle.

“Cameron and his wife Madeline actually” you informed her and what you didn’t expect was the confused look that crossed her face.

“It’s nine and you haven’t had a single glass yet” she pointed out, eyebrows furrowed and hand on her hip extremely intimidating.

“So?” you asked, returning the wine to the rack before someone would knock it over.

“So, you are usually the first to have a drink and don’t deny it because you’re the same girl who snuck champagne into an engagement party with an already open bar” she pointed a finger at you and finally a red hue crossed your face.

“I can’t” you told her and she wore the confused look until suddenly it dawned on her exactly what that had meant.

“Oh my God!” and you were nodding as tears immediately sprung to her eyes. She was around the counter and hugging you in record time.

“Look it’s still early so me and Charlie want to wait a while to announce it okay?” you told her and she nodded, hands wiping at her face because she was so happy for you.

“I hope it’s a boy and I have a girl and they can grow up together and get married” she cried and you laughed, hugging your blonde best friend close to you.

“I hope it’s a boy too” you told her and she gave you a curious look as she pulled back and wiped at her cheeks again, since she couldn’t stop the tears.

“Why’s that?” she asked and you lightly giggled to yourself.

“Well it it’s a girl Charlie wants to name her Nuwanda” you told her and Chris was snorting a laugh as she heard this. “And, if it’s a boy he will be named Neil. After his Uncle of course”

“Oh, I just love that” Chris said, trying her best to fight the tears from springing to her eyes again. Damn hormones.

“Yeah, me too” you were telling her, already knowing Johnny was named after their beloved teacher. Then the oven dinged and she sighed as she moved to get the hors d'oeuvres she spent most of the night preparing.

“We better get out there” she was telling you, sliding everything onto the trays.

“True, in just a few hours it’ll be the start of a New Year after all” you told her, hands gripping the wine glasses and she smiled as you left to give the drinks to your guests. Thankfully no one was as observant to the fact you didn’t have a drink in hand but out of nerves anyways you still found yourself pouring some of Johnny’s grape juice in a wine glass to ease suspicions.

As the night progressed you couldn’t help but allow yourself to be truly happy. Your new home was full of life, warm, and inviting. Heaven on earth and it was only the start of so many things that fell into place for you. Both you and Charlie coming from family’s that didn’t provide much comfort now had a home that defied all the odds of following their footsteps. You had discovered your pregnancy right before Christmas, the best gift you had gotten actually. A quick blood test at the doctors had confirmed it and now you were praying to anyone out there that you wouldn’t lose this baby. You hoped that the reason you hadn’t gotten pregnant after all this time is because you were meant to be pregnant here and not in the city.

“It’s almost midnight” Charlie whispered as his arms snaked around your waist. He had given the card game up about thirty minutes ago since he had been caught cheating and was now losing terribly.

“I know, I’m excited” you whispered back and he eyed the wine glass in your hand. Quickly noticing his thought process you giggled lightly. “It’s grape juice, I didn’t want to raise any suspicions”

“Smart, so you gave Johnny the real stuff” he teased and you lightly elbowed him before your eyes fell to the arm chair that held Todd and Johnny, cuddled together and nodding off.

“No, but by the way he looks right now I wouldn’t believe me either” you told him and both of you were laughing at the same image that was making Ann’s ovaries combust.

“I’m glad you invited Cameron” Charlie told you after your laughter settled and you smiled at him.

“Really? After all that complaining?” you teased, eyes rows raised, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone I said it though. It’s just nice to see he grew up and changed from that guy we knew so long ago. Nice to know he realized what a jerk he was” Charlie said and you were smiling, eyes flitting over the group of people who sat on the couches in the living room, loud conversation and laughs filling it.

“I’m just glad you’re all together again. No matter what that is what’s best for you” you told him because his people had become your people. Family didn’t have to be blood and Charlie spent more time with these boys growing up then he did his own parents. They knew him inside and out and now you got to share your lives together.

“That’s true, we’re just missing one person” he told you, head turning, and you looked to see where he was looking. When you had first moved Charlie revealed the box of all his things from Welton, one he had kept tucked away a long time. After Neil’s letter he was ready to open it again and inside had hundreds of pictures from his blazer boy days. He had picked all of his favorites and had adorned one wall in the den with them. Your favorite was of all the boys in the cave, pipes dangling from their lips, pressed between wide smiles. Neil held the God of the cave and Charlie was wearing a beret, saxophone cradled in his lap. Everyone in the image was happy and full of hope for the future. You adored it.

“He’s here Charlie, he always is” you said, eyes falling to the picture of just him and Neil around thirteen. The only year they got to dorm together and they stood in the center of the room, arms wrapped around each others shoulders.

“Yeah, I know” he told you, lips pressing against your cheek.

“Guys! One minute!” Maggie said jumping from the couch, startling Todd and Johnny awake.

“A new decade, crazy” Pitts muttered, thinking about how Neil had died right before the 60s. There wasn’t much to celebrate then and it was weird to think Neil wasn’t around for the entire past decade.

“Cheer up Pitts, it’s the 70s after all” Meeks told him and he rolled his eyes at his red headed friend.

“Guys stop talking, you’re going to ruin the countdown!” Ann scolded the two and the group just chuckled as the pair became sheepish over her yelling at them. Chris anxiously handed out the champagne, handing you yours with a wink that indicated she had swapped it for something else.

“Twenty seconds!” Knox exclaimed and you all got in position, excitement bursting through your veins. As of this moment everything would be as it should be. The end of you getting everything settled and the beginning of starting the rest of your lives.

“To starting the new year together!” you called out, hand raising the glass in your hand. The group followed suit as Todd and Johnny started bouncing in their seat, now awake and excited for the New Year.

“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” the pair called out as they watched the clock and the group began to cheer.

“Happy New Year!” and Charlie was pulling you into a searing kiss, mouth tasting faintly of whiskey and cherries. Cheers erupted around you and everyone clinked and drank from their glasses.

“Does it feel different yet?” Charlie asked after breaking apart from your kiss and you laughed, hands wrapping around his neck.

“Actually, for the first time in a long time, it does”

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a/n: and that’s it folks. I feel like we really took a journey with this one. I always have a good time exploring the grief of the boys since we only get thirty minutes of it in the movie. what makes DPS so good is that such a small moment of their lives, only four months and a friends death, can still impact who you become and how you handle things. it’s real life, not Hollywood, and I think that’s beautiful. I hope you’ve enjoyed this series and maybe I’ll write drabbles for it here and there, who knows, I’m not entirely ready to say goodbye to these characters yet. Thank you guys

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