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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Housewife

Part - 19

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

Dewey looked at the boy with pity. Billy's right hand was wrapped in a white cast. He had spent an hour in the hospital setting his broken hand back in place. It was way worse than getting stabbed according to him. The officers on duty all thought the boy was hilarious. The makeup paired with the outfit he was a walking joke. Dewey only made matters worse. His coworkers almost died laughing watching the deputy sign his name on Billy's cast.

"I hear Batman is getting released," Todd said leaning on Dewey's desk. "Yes, Billy is being released I already called someone to pick him up." The deputy left his seat on his way to talk to the inmate.

"Stu said he's on his way," Dewey said taking a seat outside of the holding cell. Billy hadn't spoken much. The few times he did it was to give his statement on what happened or ask if you were okay. He didn't care about anything else. Billy was too busy planning on killing the fucker that laid his hands on you. "Did he say how Y/n was doing?" The boy's gaze stayed glued to the moldy ceiling. "No, just that he'd be on his way to pick you up. I told him about your hand." Billy looked at the deputy with a scoff. "That's great."

"What did you think he's going to miss that when he shows up to get you?" Billy had begged the doctor just to set his hand and leave it be. Turns out they can't do that. Now he was stuck with a heavy cast with Dewey's name on it. He didn't even agree to that the deputy just grabbed a marker and did it.

"I know seeing that mask set you off. That and what happened to Y/n. Look, you're not in any trouble. If Daniel decides to press charges the county won't prosecute you. It'd be a waste of time. You were protecting her and after all that's happened you don't need to worry about this." Dewey's change of heart confused Billy. Every time he's run into the officer he's been met with nothing but disdain and hostility. Now Dewey wants to act like his friend. "What happened to you? You hated me just days ago." Billy sat up on the bench making eye contact with the man.

Dewey realized what you said that day in the office was true. The three of you needed to look out for each other. At the end of the day, he felt bad for all of you. The ghost of the massacre would follow the survivors for as long as they lived. They were just kids. No one deserved what happened to them that night. Dewey hated himself for living through it and he was sure the three of you felt similarly. Survivor's guilt they call it. He read a book about it.

He pulled off his hat sitting it neatly on his lap. "It's been 26 days since I lost Tatum... Even less since the funeral. I can still hear her sometimes." His eyes focused on his shoes as he talked. "I couldn't save her. For a while I blamed Stu. How could her boyfriend who loves her let that happen? I know that Neil was the one who took her but I guess I needed someone else to blame." Dewey leaned forward looking up at Billy through the bars.

"I care about Y/n like I know you do. I treated you and Stu poorly because I saw what happened to the people you loved. That was messed up, I get that now and I'm sorry. I don't want her to go through what my sister did. You did a damn good job of taking care of her tonight."

Billy sat in silence. He didn't feel bad about what he did to Tatum. Neither did he feel bad about what he did to Sydney. It was necessary to move on with his life to start over. He felt It was fair considering what the Prescott family took from him. Maureen's choices shouldn't have fucked up his whole life but they did. Billy just leveled the playing field.

Listening to Dewey's sob story almost made the boy sick to his stomach. He didn't feel bad about what he did rather he felt horrible that he didn't care. Dewey wasn't his friend or his brother, he shouldn't care about his feelings. Yet here he was feeling sorry for the officer. "I can't lose her," Billy spoke in something akin to a whisper. His voice was broken almost as much as his hand.

"You've got a good head on your shoulders. You won't. After the stunt you pulled tonight I'd say she's in good hands." Dewey did think it was odd that Billy was able to move on so quickly from Sydney. He guessed that the boy was trying to fill the hole that abruptly appeared. Dewey couldn't blame him. He was doing the same thing. Where did that leave you though? After all of this, he didn't want you to get more hurt than you already had been. "You think so?" Billy asked loving the idea of protecting you. What he did at the party felt good. Feeling that fuckers bones crack beneath his hand was exhilarating. Of course, he wished he didn't have to do it. He hated the fact he let it happen. The details of your attack were lost on Billy. All he saw was the masked boy pining you to the wall as his hands pulled at your dress.

"I do. Just maybe take it easy for a while?" Dewey smiled lighting up the conversation. "I'll try." Billy nodded. "Deputy, Can I speak to you for a moment?" Another officer called Dewey away leaving Billy alone in the cell.

Billy looked down at his cast trying not to pick at it. He didn't like having it on. It was a nuisance to put it lightly. The doctor told him he'd have to wear it for at least six weeks. Frankly, he didn't think he could make it that long mainly because of the name written in black ink on the cast. "Billy?" Dewey spoke walking into the room. His keys jangled as he opened up the cell door. "Stu's here to pick you up."

Once all the paperwork was done and signed Billy was finally allowed to leave the county jail. "Oh, she's going to kill you," Billy said looking at your car in the parking lot. Stu was upset. Billy hadn't said one word to him. Not a "thank you," "glad to see ya," "go fuck yourself," nothing. "Me? What about you?" Stu spat getting into the driver's seat.

"What about me? I saved her from that creep." Billy thought he was your knight in shining armor. You kept him fed and he kept you safe. After all, that's what you wanted right?

"You told the whole town you two were dating. Billy, you knew she wanted to wait." Stu drove while Billy rolled his eyes. "They were going to find out eventually. Everyone already thinks you two were fucking behind Tatum's back." Stu kept his eyes on the road. "Don't talk about her." After his talk with Dewey, Stu felt differently about a few things. "Jesus, what crawled up your ass tonight?" Stu hit the brakes making Billy's head hit the dash. "What the fuck!" The boy yelled holding his now bleeding head. "It's four in the morning. I just had to drive across town to pick you up from jail and you haven't said thank you. I begged Dewey not to call your dad to save you from the fight that was bound to happen and still, no thank you. Do you give a shit about me at all? Cause lately I feel like the only one you pay attention to is little Miss Betty Crocker. If I have to put on an apron for you to give a fuck I will. Is that what it's going to take?"

Billy's head pounded and Stu's yelling didn't help. "I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear? My fucking hand is broken and you're upset that I didn't say thank you? You didn't even give me the chance. Where were you when she was getting attacked?" Stu's demeanor changed as he seemed to shrink. "You told me to get water-"

"That's right you were getting her water because you just had to give her alcohol. If you would've just gotten me and you a beer none of this would've happened. Don't jump my ass because all of this is your fault." Stu's face was red as tears weld up in his eyes. He gassed up the car driving in silence. The streetlights were smeared by his tears making it harder to see. This was his fault. That was what he told himself over and over. He was the one being selfish. He hadn't even noticed the bright white cast covering his partner's hand.

While Stu beat himself up over something he had no control over Billy cursed himself for yelling. "I'm sorry for shouting." Billy broke the silence. Stu sniffled trying to compose himself. "I'm sorry for jumping your ass." He responded quietly.

Billy turned towards the driver sighing at the sight. "It's not your fault. If it's anyone's fault it's Daniel's." Stu rounded the corner sending a glance to Billy. He didn't know his partner knew your assailant. "Daniel?" Stu asked. "Daniel Lawson. I heard Dewey say his name when talking to some other asshole." Stu looked over at his friend seeing that gleam in his eyes he hadn't seen for a while. "What are you thinking?" Billy smirked already having a plan. "I'm thinking we're about to have one less student attending Woodsboro high school."

By the time Stu pulled into the garage both men had smiles on their faces. Stu was happy to have his partner in crime back. It was probably unhealthy that the time he felt closest to Billy was when they were planning a murder. This was something only the two of them shared. Billy didn't want to include you because he saw you as too innocent to partake in such a depraved act. Even after what you did that night at Stu's place. To put it simply it was men's work.

Stu didn't want to include you because he had Billy to himself. It was their little secret this time. Stu would make sure you wouldn't find out about it. It was a win for everyone involved. Your attacker would disappear and Stu got to spend quality time with his boyfriend. It was a win win scenario.

"I'm going to take a shower and get something to eat before I head to bed." Billy pulled his boots off sitting them by the door. Stu stood behind his lover starting to kiss his neck softly. All the planning had stirred something inside of the short-haired boy. "Stu..." Billy warned not really in the mood. That didn't stop him however as his hand slowly slid down the front of Billy's outfit. "I'm tired." He spoke trying not to hurt Stu's feelings. His hand slipped underneath Billy's pants making him pull away. "Enough, alright? I'm tired and I'm hungry. I'm not in the mood right now."

Billy's hand was still killing him and his stomach was fighting for attention. Not to mention the throbbing headache he now had thanks to Stu. The last thing on his mind was sex unfortunately for his partner. Billy didn't mean anything by it. It wasn't personal but Stu took it as such.

"Whatever I'm going to sleep. You'll probably have more room on the couch than the bed." Stu walked upstairs leaving Billy with a headache. He was used to Stu's mood swings they happened ever so often. That along with an occasional manic episode. If he was lucky Stu would wake up in a better mood. Billy rubbed his face stopping halfway realizing too late he had makeup on. "Fuck..." He cursed.

Billy walked into the kitchen fixing himself a sandwich. He decided he would eat first and then take a shower. It was a funny sight. The man covered in makeup and blood stains was sitting at the kitchen table trying his best to eat a sandwich with his left hand. Once it was gone he put his plate in the sink, he'd wash it later. Billy decided to use the downstairs bathroom not about to suffer Stu's wrath once again.

Showering was more difficult than anticipated. The more he struggled to get his shirt off the more aggravated he got. "God damnit!" He cursed a little too loud. "Stupid..." He whispered to himself. With a couple of deep breaths, he went into the kitchen grabbing a pair of scissors. It wasn't an easy task to cut the shirt from his body. The doctor at the hospital cut the duct tape and the sleeve of his shirt off leaving room to put on the cast. Funny enough he left Billy to suffer with the rest of the fabric. His hand fumbled with the scissors struggling to get them to cut anything.

His yelling had woken you up. You could still feel the effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins. Thankfully it was less aggressive than before. Stu was laying sideways in the bed drooling onto your pillows. "Guess everyone had a rough night." You grumbled pulling yourself up from the bed.

You threw on your robe before heading down the stairs. Billy was home. His cursing and mumbling gave him away. "What are you doing?" Your eyes were squinted, offended by the white light in the bathroom. "Babe thank fuck. Cut this." He held the scissors towards you while you just stood confused. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust.

"What happened to your face?" You moved forward to run a finger over the dried blood. "Police brutality." He raised his eyebrows at the joke which didn't make you laugh. "Your arm..." You noticed the cast branded with Dewey's name. Gently you reached out inspecting the cast. "Don't ask." Billy shook his head at the signature. "How bad did you break it?" Just like that the whole scene replayed in your head. For a minute or two you watched your boyfriend turn into something you couldn't describe.

It was scary. You remembered how he looked when he was chasing you in the mall a few days after you moved. It was that same terrifying look just directed at someone else.

"They said I broke four knuckles, nothing too horrible." It was horrible. Some of the worst pain that boy ever felt but he wouldn't tell you that. You huffed a laugh. "How are you feeling?" He asked running his left hand over your head. Billy's eyes looked you up and down. You knew what he was wondering. "I'm okay. He didn't get that far if that's what you're asking." Billy shook his head. "It doesn't matter how far he got Y/n he shouldn't have touched you at all."

You grabbed the scissors slowly cutting the fabric off his body. "Are you upset that he touched me or are you upset that he hurt me?" The question was asked calmly. Billy didn't understand the difference between the two questions. To you however the difference was great. You seriously doubted Billy would've acted that same way if it was some other girl.

Billy chose his words carefully seeing you had scissors and all. "I'm not upset, I'm furious." His fingers grabbed your jaw lifting your chin. Your hands stopped, waiting for him to say something. Billy's eyes wandered your face his heart squeezed at the thought of anything happening to you. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you tonight. I didn't know what he was doing. I heard you say my name and I saw his hand under your dress. I blacked out for a second." It was a bullshit excuse. He remembered every thought that flew through his brain. Billy could recite the boy's pained pleas if you asked him to. Now was the time to play up the boyfriend act. As days went on it got easier for him to do.

His eyes softened as he spoke. It was funny how things came full circle. You met Billy because of some bully trying to see down your shirt. That was the first person he ever hit. Now look at the two of you. Both of you were broken but somehow you were looking out for each other.

"You think you embarrassed me?" You pulled away from his touch. Everyone would be talking about it. You knew that, but Billy almost killed a man with his bare hands and he's worried about the scene he caused.

"You're not embarrassed?" Billy cocked his head to one side. You started to peel off the cut up shirt as you spoke. "No. I'm scared, I-I'm worried but I'm not embarrassed. Do you think I'm embarrassed of you?" That was one of Billy's concerns. That after tonight you wouldn't want anything to do with him. He knew if the roles were reversed he'd probably never leave his house again. Fearful of what people might say. You looked the man up and down. He looked broken literally and figuratively. "The guy wanted to see my scar. I think he had more to drink than I did." You laughed trying to make a joke out of the serious conversation. "It was scary, I thought... something bad was going to happen and it might have. I don't know. You stopped him before anything seriously fucked up happened so thank you."

You tossed the ripped pieces of the shirt in the trash almost falling over from spinning too fast. "Baby," Billy said as he grabbed your arm stabilizing you. "Still feeling it huh?" He smiled. "I'll never do this again." You promised but Billy doubted that. Billy knew by the way you and Stu danced that you two would have partying in common.

"I bet." He said turning on the shower so the water could warm up. "Make sure you scrub your face good. You don't want to break out." Billy nodded at your advice. "Are you going back to bed?" You yawned at the mention of sleep. "I'm exhausted. I'll save you a spot in bed okay?" Billy watched you walk into the hallway. "Okay, I won't be long." You shut the bathroom door behind you going back up to your room.

You tried to be normal about it all. Part of you swooned over what he did. In some sick twisted way, you enjoyed seeing him defend you the way he did. It made you feel invincible which was a dangerous feeling. The other part of you however feared the man you began to love. He could keep you safe from everyone but himself. Stu's behavior at the party was unsettling as well. The violence was more important to him than you. He rushed to your side but his shouting didn't stop. The fight was thrilling for Stu.

With a heavy heart and head, you threw your robe over the chair crawling into bed next to Stu. "Scoot." You shoved the boy forcing him to move to the side of the bed. Stu rolled over his back facing you. Deep in sleep, he grabbed your hand pulling your arm over his waist. With a small smile, you pulled him in effectively snuggling up to the man.

You didn't know how things would go. The headache you had could've been the alcohol or your overthinking. You were scared of the future. For too long you had lived on a day-to-day basis. It was nice for a while but eventually, you'd have to face the music. Something had to give.

Billy pulled on a pair of boxers along with a t-shirt before heading to bed. Stu had you wrapped in his arms leaving plenty of room for Billy. Carefully he climbed into bed not wanting to wake up either of you. He wasn't happy with the way things played out. Daniel should be dead not just concussed with a broken nose. Billy didn't give a shit about the details of your attack. That son of a bitch laid a finger on you, the one thing Billy promised to prevent. Daniel didn't know it yet but he was a dead man walking.

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ash5monster01 · 6 months

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First Snow

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: grief, mentions of depression, mentions of suicide, angst, language, coping, fluff, comfort, romance.

Summary: Charlie used to love the first snow of the year, now all it did was remind him of Neil. When the first snow comes you do everything in your power to make it better for him. Even if it doesn’t entirely work he still loves you for trying.

a/n: this is loosely based around Lorelei Gilmore’s love of snow and the fact that I live in Western New York and we’ve already gotten our first snow of the season. It’s that time of year folks, enjoy xx

word count: 2k

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It was normal for you and Charlie to spend time like this. Side by side in a quiet home, books propped in hand, glasses hung low on your faces. Sometimes it was pleasant to have someone to spend those quiet moments with and not feel the need to fill the silence with unnecessary conversation. You could just coexist, in one spot, and one moment, enjoying the presence of another while imagining another world in itself. You lived for nights like this and loved the man beside you. Normally nothing could keep you from shattering such a perfect moment but then you see it.

At first you think you’re imagining it but as your eyes flick up from the page of your book into the window outside you realize it’s snowing. Probably has been all afternoon and you both had been too busy reading to notice. It’s almost impossible to sit still as the excitement rushes through you. You loved snow. Especially the first real snow of the season. There was something magical about it and it reminded you of all the good in the world. Thing was, the boy beside you didn’t quite feel the same. Snow was not something that brought him happiness, instead it reminded him of moments lost in time, full of grief and heart ache.

You were torn and doing everything you could not to burst with excitement because it was snowing and had been long enough to cover the ground in pillows of fluffy white snow. They flakes were thick and falling heavy. The wind blowing them around and the lights from peoples homes illuminating them on the ground. It was as if the lawn was covered in sparkles and its spot light was the moon. Nothing would make you happier than going outside and breathing in that fresh snow air. The only thing stopping you was finding the right way to get the boy beside you to agree.

“Charles?” you hummed out, eyes finally moving from the window pane in front of you to look at the boy beside you. Your hand fell softly on his leg and his stomach instantly erupted in butterflies from your touch.

“Yes honey” he asked sweetly, eyes struggling to pull from the page he was on in his book.

“If I ask you something can you promise not to say no?” now he was confused, eyebrows furrowing as he glanced up at you.

“I could never say no to you” he told you earnestly and the sentence almost made you feel somewhat guilty for what you were about to say to him.

“Would you go outside with me?” you quickly asked before you lost the nerve and Charlie wore his confused look until his eyes flicked to the window and then back to you. It was snow. You loved snow. He hated snow.

It was snowing the last time he had ever seen his friend, wearing that devastated face as he got in the car with his Dad. It was snowing when he was woken up by that dreaded phone call. It was snowing when he had to tell all of his friends and see their heartbroken faces. It was snowing when they chased Todd outside. That very snow clung to his eyelashes and melted beside his tears. He had to scoop a handful of that snow to wipe away Todd’s puke. It was snow that tripped up Todd as he cried and yelled out for their friend. Snow was nothing other than frozen tears falling from the sky in mourning of Neil. He hated snow, but he loved you.

“I- baby” he didn’t want to say no. How could he? Not after what he just said.

“I know, I know you hate it. I know what snow means to you, but Charlie it’s beautiful out there. Can’t you see it?” you begged and Charlie nervously looked to the window. It was beautiful, and maybe that was why it hurt so much. That something so beautiful can become ugly after moments in time. Snow once did remind him of Winters at Welton, throwing snowballs at each other’s heads, sneaking out at midnight to the old Indian Cave. Snow used to be youthful and now it was dreadful.

“Ten minutes” he finally said, eyes softening towards you. Probably the only person he’d be willing to face the snow with.

“Thirty” you bargained and he couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from his lips.

“Twenty and we can make hot chocolate” now you were bouncing in your seat, no longer holding back the excitement over the first snow of the year.

“Deal” you cheered before planting a wet kiss on his cheek and rushing to grab your coats, gloves, hats, and scarves. Charlie only chuckled as he finally abandoned his book and stood to make the promised hot chocolate.

It isn’t long until you’re both stood on the porch of your home. The snow flurrying around you and to the ground. Charlie thinks you’re absolutely adorable in your knitted hat and matching scarf. Your hot chocolate is half drank but you’re ready to abandon it for the snow. He doesn’t want to hold you back since you’re clearly jittery, eyes wide as you stare at the snow that you can’t decide what to do with first. A snow angel, maybe a snowball to throw at a Charlie, or best of all a snow man even though there clearly isn’t enough for it.

“Do you want to dance?” it’s you who is shocked now, eyes wide as you look at Charlie who suggested it. Dancing didn’t entirely have anything to do with snow, he could dance. He has always loved dancing with you, what difference did it make if it was in this chilly weather?

“I’d love too” you told him quickly and he smiled as he pulled you down the porch with him and into the lawn. The snow crunched beneath your feet and you couldn’t help but giggle as he swung you into his arms and started to sway.

“There isn’t any music” you told him softly, eyes fluttering to his pink cheeks, airbrushed by the cold air itself.

“We don’t need it” he told you and finally you were grinning as you held him close and waltzed through the fluffy white yard. You let the moment sink in, soft cheek pressed to Charlie’s warm chest. The snow fluttered to the ground around you and you couldn’t keep the question in any longer.

“Do you think there will ever be a time the snow reminds you of this moment and not the bad ones?” you felt him stiffen against you, shocked and bit confused by your question.

“I don’t think so, I think there will be a time that reminds me of both though. That gives me hope” you smile against his chest as your heart aches for him. You wish he hadn’t faced the things in life that he did. Charlie should’ve been too pure to be touched by the harsh world.

“Can you tell me a happy memory about snow?” you asked softly into the night air and you felt Charlie’s cheek press against the top of your head.

“When we were thirteen the first snow came to Welton. Neil loved snow. It was the only day he couldn’t focus in class because he could see the snow out of the window. He somehow convinced me to ditch Mr. McAllisters latin class to go outside” you chuckled softly against him, knowing it didn’t take much convincing at all the get Charlie to skip latin.

“Ditching class at Welton, risky” you commented and Charlie just grinned, trying to picture that perfect white snow behind his thirteen year old eyes.

“It was, which is why it was no surprise we were caught within twenty minutes, having been spotted from the classroom windows throwing snowballs at one another” and now you were downright laughing and Charlie chuckled along with you, the memory burning a hole through the bad ones.

“That wasn’t very clever, obviously class was still going on” you teased and he just rolled his eyes as he tipped your face up to look at him again.

“It didn’t matter to us, until Nolan came outside to break us up. Neil had ducked and my snowball launched straight into Nolan’s face. I was put on pots and pans for three weeks but the image of that snow bursting across his face made it all worth it” Charlie told you before pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose that had now become red from the chilly air.

“Only you” you muttered and even though it was vague Charlie knew what it meant. It was your way of saying he was the only one for you. So he kissed you as the snow fell and stuck to your clothes. You hummed in delight over the chocolate taste of his lips and kissing him in the snow which was now so much better than the rain. Whoever thought kissing in the rain was more romantic than a quiet snowy night was wrong.

“Do you have your gloves?” Charlie softly asked after he pulled away, eyes searching your own and filled with adoration.

“Yeah, why?” you furrowed your brows and he cracked a smile, gloved hand pressing out the crease between your brows.

“You won’t know if we can build a snowman unless you try” and you were grinning ear to ear, hugging him tight before dropping to the ground in the soft snow. Charlie only laughed as you put on your gloves and started to scoop in the small layer of snow dusting the yard.

“I’ll find him some arms and eyes” he told you, and you nodded as you focused on combining the snow together. By the time Charlie had returned with sticks and a few rocks you had made a base of the snowman baseball size and the head as teeny as a golf ball. He snorted lightly as he dropped beside you with his sticks that were much too big for your snowman.

“He’s terrible, I know” you pouted lightly, cursing mother nature for not gifting enough snow to make the snowman of your dreams.

“No, he’s perfect. He’s just missing a few things” Charlie told you, reaching for his branches where he snapped off two twigs and stuck them into the sides. Then he grabbed the smallest two rocks he had found and shoved them in the head that was still just a touch to small for them.

“His eyes are huge” you giggled and Charlie smiled at you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“He just has a lot of things he wants to see” Charlie told you and you grinned at him as you both took in the sight of your foot tall snowman.

“He’ll grow into them” you told him and he smiled, lips grazing across your chilled forehead.

“Yeah, he’s still young” he agreed and you knew in a way that meant Charlie would be willing to do this again, when more snow finally fell to the earth and surrounded you both.

“I’m pretty sure it’s been twenty minutes” you told him and he shrugged, eyes looking up to the sky that continued to drop snowflakes to the ground.

“It’s okay, I’m okay right here” he told you and you quickly hugged him close, lips capturing his own. They were almost a touch too cold, a chance of getting stuck together, but you didn’t mind. This was progress and if Charlie could make snow happy again you would never be in a position to say no.

“I love you” you told him and he smiled as he brushed some snowflakes away from your eyelashes.

“More than snow?” he questioned and you laughed, the sound filling the cold night air around you.

“A hundred times more than snow”

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rostovs-lover · 3 years

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dalí on tuesday

charlie dalton x reader | cursing, smoking, brief mentions of sexual things, charlie (probably) has daddy issues, cameron | she/her pronouns | fluff | wc.2562

i am in love with charlie, this is now a charlie dalton centric blog, also ignore how terrible the title is please

anon : Hi!! I love your blog! can I request a charlie Dalton x reader fluff where reader is an artist and he visits them while they're painting? (maybe they end up wiping paint on his face?) I don't know, something really sweet at cute <33333

Charlie Dalton had been resigned to relish in small pleasures to keep himself sane at school, never did he think the library would be one of those. More specifically, the painter tucked into the basement of the library.

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Charlie Dalton was a connoisseur of many things. Pretty girls, expensive wine, shitty poetry, and hand rolled cigarettes - to name a few. His imprisonment at Wellington made only one of those things readily available. So he settled - boxes of cheap smokes bought through upperclassmen, bottles of grocery store wine someone would sneak in from a party, and the two girls that occasionally came with Knox. The shitty poetry was always on deck, he had that at least. It was a tragedy to be resigned to such a bland life, there was absolutely no carpe diem-ing happening in a school that held adolescent boys to uniforms.

It was miserable, truly, but Charlie scrapped by on the thought that soon enough there would be no more stuffy Catholic school and he could finally have a taste of freedom. In the meantime, he would have what little fun he could. The meets in the cave were always the highlight of the week. A place where he could talk and people would listen, and not because they had to but because they enjoyed it. They enjoyed his words and thoughts and presence. No one else had ever really seemed to enjoy Charlie’s presence. They could tolerate it, handle it, but they always had more pressing matters. A business meeting to attend, a bill to pay, a dinner to go to. Always something just a little bit more important and never quite enough time for Charlie. But the other Dead Poets, they valued him. He wasn’t just a kid, a college tuition to pay and a life to layout. He was a person, with interests and hobbies.

It had been there, in the safe haven of the cave, that the idea for the library first came up. Meeks had already talked Pitts into coming, Neil didn’t take much convincing at all, Todd was also easy to lure, Cameron groaned about leaving school grounds but refused to be left out, and Knox agreed to go but only if Nuwanda came too. Charlie had already started to cover what there was to do at a library, read?

Meeks dove into the technical manuals and Pitts followed tentatively, cradling their science project in his arms. Todd had followed Neil to the S authors, Cameron was trying to chat up the woman at the register, and God only knew what Knox was doing. He had been stranded with few options. He could find the geniuses and be talked over for the next hour or third wheel Neil but that guaranteed intruding on something he probably shouldn’t. The polite thing to do would be to rescue Cameron from making a complete fool of himself, throwing bad pick up lines at a clearly uninterested college student, but it was amusing to watch.

Charlie settled on trying to find Knox, at least then he could have some company. Said company was absolutely nowhere to be found. The rows of shelves wound in a confusing maze and Charlie was lost before he could even begin to look. Weaving around he did come face-to-face with a rather large picture of Charles Dickens that made him recoil. It was perched just at eye level above a short staircase and it seemed to judge his every movement. Charlie followed the carpeted stairs down to escape Mister Dickens’ strange little beard and beady black eyes.

The further down the steps Charlie descended the brighter it appeared. The lower level was the children’s section. Considerably more fun than science books or Shakespeare. The big oak counter was abandoned but the lights were still on. He was alone, still.

Charlie sighed, sitting down in one of the bright red wooden chairs. He was much too big for it but it held well under his weight. A sad stuffed bear stared dully into him from the green glossy table.

“Well hello,” He mumbled, picking it up under the arms, “And you must be?” He cleared his throat to take on a gruff baritone, “Mister... Bearington,” Charlie sighed, that was bad. He dropped the bear into his lap, “This is so stupid,”

“Bearington?”

Charlie shot around in the chair, tipping himself off center and stumbling to his feet, bear still clutched in his arms, “Where the hell did you come from?”

“A few blocks over, walked here actually.” You turned back to your work. A painting. Not just a painting, Charlie realized, a mural. It stretched the length of the wall, roughly sketched in pencil and waiting to be finished.

He blinked, “That’s good. The wall I mean,”

“Thank you,” Your face flustered and Charlie took notice, “It’s not much of anything yet, just an outline. It’ll look better painted.”

He took a few steps closer, sidling up to you, “What’s it supposed to be?”

“A forest,” You pointed to a rotund blob perched on a long line, “That’s an owl, and there’s going to be a fox somewhere down in the grass,”

Charlie grinned, “That’s an owl?”

“That-” you tapped the blob, “Is a shape, objectively. Subjectively, it’s an owl.”

His brow creased, “Subjectively it’s an owl? That's like saying Mister Bearington is a rabbit, subjectively,”

You stared at him, baffled. It was almost irritating that he could so casually come down to your domain and invade your creative bubble. And it was even worse that he talked to himself as a stuffed bear but now he was challenging your judgment on what was and was not subjectively an owl. But he had a wonderful smile and it lessened the intrusion. Plus, you had never seen a teenage boy develop an attachment to a stuffed bear as quickly as he had, “What’s your name?”

“Nuwanda,” He grinned, setting his chin atop his bear’s plush head.

“Nuwanda?” You blinked at him, “That’s… neat. I’ve never heard that before.”

“What can I say? The only Nuwanda this side of Vermont. What’s your name?”

As you opened your mouth to answer several sets of footsteps thundered down the stairs. Knox spun around the corner first, closely followed by Pitts and Meeks.

“Charlie!” Knox called, “We gotta go before Cameron proposes to the clerk.”

You looked at the boy in front of you, “Is Charlie short for Nuwanda, or just a nickname?”

He shrugged, “I’m Nuwanda, subjectively. It was truly a pleasure meeting you. Can’t wait to see your thing DaVinci!” He set the stuffed bear back on the table as he made his way out of the room. With Charlie’s energy gone it became much quieter and you were plunged back into the impressionistic outline of your artwork.

The next time a library trip was suggested Charlie didn’t completely dread it. Yes, it was still numbingly boring because it was a library and he didn’t have clerks to fall in love with, people to write love letters to, anyone to kiss in the aisles, or a spaceship to build, but he did have his own personal Van Gough to torment.

The lower level was the first place he went, not even hanging his coat on the rack inside the big double doors. He made his way past Cameron’s preoccupied receptionist and under Dickens’ hard glower. Halfway down the steps, the smell hit Charlie. Wet paint.

You had just picked out a brush when he pulled one of the wooden chairs next to your station. He sat in it backwards, holding Mister Bearington out in front of him, “Never got your name Monet,”

“Well, it's not that. Or Da Vinci.” You stroked the brush up the grassy outline.

“Do you want me to guess?”

You had yet to look at him, “Nope,”

“Are you gonna tell me?”

“Should I?”

“Obviously, I told you my name.”

You set the brush down and turned to face him, “(Name).”

“Pretty,”

Charlie Dalton liked many things and the musty old library uptown had never been one of them. It had ancient red carpets and gaudy gold ceilings and it was trying too hard to look regal. So it was a sheer shock when he began to leap at the suggestion of going and even more so when he chose to go by himself one afternoon. Naturally, the other poets followed him, they had to.

Charlie didn’t dally upstairs, waving hi to the clerk and rushing down to the children’s section. A sign was posted outside the entrance warning of wet paint but he stepped around it.

“You’re making progress Picasso!” He set his hands on his hips and took in the wall.

You turned back to look at him, “Did you not see the caution: wet paint, do not enter sign?”

“Oh no I saw it,” He pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head, “It's bright orange, hard to miss, really,”

“So you just chose to ignore it?”

He nodded, making his way over to sit by you on the ground, “I choose to ignore lots of things, it really makes life easier,”

You shook your head, “Are you just going to sit here and bother me?”

“Yes, that's actually the whole reason I came today, believe it or not.”

You blubbered in vague disbelief, “Please tell me you’re not serious,”

“Dead serious,” Charlie grinned, leaning closer, “I had to see how your weird owl was going. And also make sure you hadn’t gone mad and cut your own ear off yet,”

“You’ve already used the Van Gogh joke, Charles,”

“Maybe I want your ear,”

You paused, “You… what?”

Charlie’s confidence cracked, “That was bad. Shit, that wasn’t supposed to sound that way. It was like, a bad pickup line? Because Van Gogh cut his ear off to send to his girlfriend,” He sighed, shaking his head, “Sorry,”

“I mean if I had to pick someone to give my ear too I guess you would be my first choice?”

Charlie looked at you, eyebrows pinched together, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No one else has asked, first come first serve.” You dipped your brush back into the blue paint and went to work on a patch of flowers.

“Huh, well I do appreciate it,” Charlie scooted closer, leaning over your shoulder. He was close, very close. When you took a breath you could smell his cologne and whatever it was he used in his hair and you could feel the edge of his sunglasses brush your ear. He brought an arm around to dip his finger into the soft sky colour on your palette. And then he wiped it on your nose.

You gasped sharply at the foreign feeling, snapping your head to the side to glare at him, “Why?!”

Charlie snickered, leaning back, “The opportunity presented itself, how could I just let that pass?”

You reached back, squirting a touch of purple paint over the palm of your hand, “That was truly a horrible idea,”

Charlie shot up just as you did, stumbling backwards, “I’m sorry-” He stuck his hands up in surrender, “I regret my actions and if I could take them back I would,”

“Hmm, but you can’t” You took a step closer, “Surrender now and it doesn’t have to get any messier than this,”

He pointed towards your paint coated hand, “Do not,”

You grinned, “I might,”

“I’m begging,”

“Fine-” You offered him your other hand, “Truce?”

Charlie mulled it over for a moment, “Fine, truce,” He grabbed your clean hand and you used it to pull him towards you.

“Why on earth would you trust me?” You tugged him even closer as he shrieked and smeared your hand down his cheek, “There, now we’re even,”

Getting distracted by your triumph gave Charlie the upper hand. He pulled you to him the same you had done to him and pressed his cheek flush to yours. The paint was cold against your skin and you jolted back, away from him.

“Vile,” You hissed, “You are vile and evil. That's so cold. You will pay, I hope you know that.”

Charlie snorted, “Oh please, what’re you gonna do?”

“You underestimate me, you ass, I’ll figure something out,”

“Will you?” Charlie grinned, “I will be waiting in anticipation,”

“You better be,”

Meeks elbowed back into Cameron’s ribs, “You’re going to knock me over,”

Cameron craned his neck further to peek around the corner into the children’s section, “I just want to see, let me look,”

“Nothing is happening-” Meeks snipped, “They’re just talking now and I might be able to hear if you could can it!”

Cameron rolled his eyes, “Of course, whatever you say,”

“Will you shut up?” Knox batted at Cameron’s shoulder, “They’ll see us, we’re not super well hidden,”

“If you don’t stop talking they’ll realize we’re here,” Pitts mumbled, rolling his eyes. Cameron started to rebuttal, turning to look at Gerard but the motion knocked Meeks out of place and he gasped, stumbling forwards. This did indeed draw Charlie’s attention.

“Meeks, what the hell?” Charlie snapped. He was in a state, sunglasses askew in his hair, paint smeared from his cheekbone down to the corner of his mouth, and his shirt was wrinkled away from his collarbone.

Meeks stared, “Hi Charlie. Are there any textbooks down here, uh… the science ones?”

Knox groaned, stepping out from behind the wall as well, “We wanted to see why you came here on a Tuesday afternoon by yourself,”

Charlie blubbered, “Did you all come? Is Keating there too?”

“He could be,” Meeks shrugged.

Charlie rolled his eyes, “Will you leave, I’ll be upstairs in a second,” The other poets nodded, scampering up the steps to the first level.

“Assholes, should have known they’d come,” Charlie sighed, adjusting the sunglasses atop his head, “I need to go before they decide to intrude again. I’ll see you soon though, anxiously anticipating payback,”

He was almost out the door when you bucked up the courage to call out to him, “Charlie, wait.” You let him turn back to you before continuing, “Could I have your phone number?”

He clicked his teeth, “Don’t have one, private school. But I’ll find the library number in the books and try to shoot you a call sometime,” He winked and started back up to his friends.

Knox was waiting at the landing with a handful of tissues, which he shoved into Charlie’s hands, “So you’re gonna read your stupid poem about tits at a Dead Poets meet and then not tell us you’ve got a girlfriend?”

Charlie grabbed the tissues, “Not my girlfriend, I meet her like two weeks ago,”

“Didn’t stop Knox,” Neil elbowed him.

Charlie wiped at his face, “Well I’m not Knox. I like her painting, she's good.”

“It looks like she was painting you,” Cameron slapped at Charlie’s chest and he threw the tissues at him in retaliation.

“Shut up, at least my library worker actually talks to me,”

Cameron fumbled with the dirty material, batting it away from his chest, “You dick!”

Charlie grinned, pulling his glasses down and starting towards the door. Something about it was thrilling, having this to himself. A little secret that he and you shared. His personal Salvador Dalí, something to look forwards to besides bad tobacco and Keating’s eccentric lectures. It was bright and exciting and he felt seen. He felt important. The blue paint he had stolen from your tray was still on the tip of his pointer finger and he wondered how long it would be until he could see you again.

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neilfuckingperrydeservedbetter · 3 years

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“Thumbs Up”- Todd Anderson (DPS)

·Pairing: todd anderson x reader (any gender).

·Warning: underage drinking.

·Author’s note: this is my first headcanon, so hope y’all like it!! It is based in what @ughgclden said about my relationship with Todd in one of my request. Please don’t be shy and request some more headcanons, i will try to do the all<3

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-I hate dancing, I hate dancing, I hate dancing- you said as you left the dance floor where Charlie was leaving his soul with those dance moves.

You were in Chris’ house, where she was celebrating her birthday. Even though it was almost midnight, the summer temperature was noticeable, making you feel the sweat running down your shirt. You could also notice how you were starting to panic so you left the house searching for an empty spot in the backyard, without a couple or any drunk person. When you finally found it, you sat down in the grass and started to breathe heavily, closing your eyes.

-Nobody was watching you, nobody was watching you- you say under your breath trying to stay calm. Many people would have told you that you are just exaggerating, that you were just dancing. But just thinking that you were the center of attention and that everybody was watching how you can’t dance, makes you want to throw up. You just wanted to have fun with the poets, and now you are having a panic attack in Chris’ backyard.

-Hi, I was looking for you- you opened your eyes and you saw Todd standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets. You felt that burning feeling in your chest that could burn entire villages. The reality is that you’ve been in love with that shy boy since the middle of the school year, when Knox invited you and Chris to one of his meetings in the cave trying to win her and obviously failing. His calm temper and his soft voice have made you stay up every night thinking about him. However, Todd is so oblivious that he didn’t get any of the signals that you sent him.

-Oh, hi Todd. I didn’t see you- you said trying to stay calm so he doesn’t notice anything.

-Is everything okay?- he said as he sat next to you in the grass. Only his presence made your heartbeat reduce its frenetic rhythm.

-It’s too hot inside. I needed fresh air- you lied. You knew you could talk to Todd about everything, but you didn’t want to ruin his night so you decided to keep quiet.

-Well, you are missing the fantastic moves that Nuwanda is pulling off- he laughs.

-Believe me, that was one of the reasons I left the house- you said laughing too- Don’t you dance?

-Well, no. I don’t really enjoy dancing that much- he said while he scratches his neck.

-That makes two of us then.

-In that case, come with me. I think that Pitts have joined Nuwanda and we have to see that- he said as he got up.

-Pitts? Dancing?

-He looks like a pigeon- he answered while offering you a hand to help you.

You stared into those ocean eyes with a smile and grabbed his hand. When you got up, he led you inside the house again, without letting go of your hand. You crossed the hall and ended up in the kitchen, where there was a good view of the dancing floor.

-Do you want something?- asked Todd increasing his tone of voice so you could hear him.

-No, thank you- you answer while looking for Charlie- i can’t find Charlie.

-You won’t, he is too short. Pitts, on the other hand…- he said pointing to the hall and you instantly found a brown head that was above all of the rest.

Pitts’ neck was following the rhythm of the music in a way that made him look like a pigeon, as Todd had said to you before. You started laughing and Todd, who was next to you, too. You noticed Charlie next to him, and his wild dance moves had increased since the last time you were inside. And not only Charlie, now Knox, who was extremely drunk, was with him dancing ridiculously too. You couldn’t stop laughing and Todd next to you left a chuckle when he saw Knox trying to tell Charlie something but tripping with himself and ending on the floor.

-Look who is here- said Neil, who appeared from nowhere and was holding a glass too. He looked at you and started to raise his eyebrows. Neil was the only one who knows your feelings for Todd and if he was drunk, it was very possible that he said something- what are you both doing?

-Nothing- said Todd without taking his eyes off of Charlie with a small smile on his lips. You took advantage of the situation and started to make signs to Neil telling him to stop whatever he was thinking. He laughed and gave you a thumbs up.

-So, Todd, my friend and fellow poet- he said while passing an arm around his shoulders. Oh no- what do you think of my friend [Y/N] here. They are cute, right?

-I… I don’t… They…- Todd started shuttering and tuning red.

-Neil!- you said to him, giving him an angry look.

-NEIL!- Meeks had arrived from the first floor holding something between his hands. He also smells like alcohol, but least compared to Neil- I found it. It was in Chris' room. We have to find Knox.

-Let me see- said Neil stretching his neck looking for him. When he found him, they both left and after that Cameron appeared, completely sober.

-Have you seen Meeks?- he asked loudly so we could hear him.

-He was just here- I answered- he was holding something in his hands and Neil and him left looking for Knox.

-This stupid kids are going to kill me. They catched a moth and they want to show it to Knox because he is scared of them.

- Well, Knox is completely drunk- you said.

-That can make it even worse. I am going to look for them- he said and then he penetrated the crowd of people leaving you and Todd alone.

-I am sorry for what Neil said. He is drunk, he probably was just being funny, or trying at least- you said leaving a nervous laugh.

-No, it is okay- he said laughing too and you relaxed a little- you know, he has a point.

-What do you mean?

-That you are cute- he said looking at you. Now you were the one who was red- [Y/N] I…I don’t…I don’t know how to say this.

-Todd- you said gathering all the courage you had inside of you- i like you since the middle of the school year.

-You do?- Todd's face brightened up and a smile left his lips.

-Of course i do, you are amazing- you said without knowing what to do or what to say.

-Oh god, me too. For a while now- he said relived.

-Wait, really?

-Yes!- he said now enthusiastically- but i didn’t want to tell you because if you didn’t like me back, it would have ruined our friendship.

-Wait. I didn’t want to tell you because it could have ruined our friendship- we both kept in silence looking at each other without knowing what to say- So now we…

Todd started approaching you placing his hands in your waist and your heartbeat started racing. Suddenly you heard a high pitch scream over the music and both of you turn your head to the dance floor, seeing Knox trying to hide behind Charlie while Meeks was laughing hard and Neil giving you a thumbs up for afar.

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ameliterature · 3 years

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I'm gonna post out of context parts of my fics until you read them because I'm desperate for comments

The next day, Neil tried to be casual with Todd. If “casual” meant trying to avoid him at every opportunity, then yes, very casual. (x)

Todd looks confused, glaring back at her. “Uhhh, duh?! Y’think I’m fuckin’ you cuz I like potentially losing an agent?!” (x)

“Because… I’m very well convinced we kissed.” (x)

Why do you like leaning on me? Why do I love it when I can feel your warmth against my body? Why do I find comfort in our closeness? I hate how you don’t think these actions through. Why would you do this to me? (x)

The whole room fell silent. Neil’s laughter paused, Knox, Charlie, Meeks, Pitts, and even Cameron who had just arrived to hear that one sentence all simultaneously whipped their heads to face Todd with faces that could only be described as the epitome of YOU WHAT?! (x)

“We-- That was…” Todd stammered, checking if their friends were near them. He noticed Steven and Gerard actually gathering stones by the dock, Knox and Charlie just ended up making snow angels. Cameron was left to find branches on his own. Todd looked back up Neil, still smiling like a fucking idiot at Todd. He thinks he’s so clever? Todd clears his throat, If that’s how Neil’s gonna play it… (x)

“ Four times !? Charlie!” Todd almost spits out his hotdog. (x)

Meeks and Pitts were apparently able to buy the kids’ game console from them while they waited in line. Todd was sure two highly paid Yale co-valedictorians would’ve been able to buy their own console, but hey , it’s one of them’s birthday. (x)

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woodolly · 3 years

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p.s i love you

Dead Poets Society Rewrite

Neil Perry x reader

Rated- A (anyone)

Warning- Charlie says sex but that's about it

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2- First Day

The boys left the room leaving you, Neil, and Todd. Neil walks over to his desk, picking up the achievement pin that he threw. Todd is busy unpacking, he pulls out a family portrait. The portrait had his mother and father with their arms wrapped around who you assumed was Todds older brother, and a bit farther away stood Todd. You sat on the edge of Neil's bed, trying to think about what your next move should be. Should you comfort Neil? Give him space?

“So what do you think of my father?” Neil asked blankly, glancing over at Todd

“I’ll take him over mine,” Todd response quietly, almost as if it was to himself.

“What?” Neil asked.

“Nothing.” Todd quickly responded. “Todd if your going to make it around here, you've gotta speak up. The meek might inherit the earth but they don't get into Harvard. Know what I mean?” Todd nodded

Neil sat next to you, still holding on to his achievement pin “The bastard!” he shouted, jabbing his thumb with the metal point, drawing blood.

“Neil stop,” you said calmly, taking the pin out of his hand. Neil staring at the blood coming from his thumb. You grabbed a tissue that sat on his desk and cleaned up the small amount of blood that was on his thumb.

“Thank you,” Neil said sincerely, giving you a small smile

--- The first day of class was bright and clear. The junior boys were in and out of the bathroom in record time. Neil found you in the hallway, Todd not being too far behind him. Neil moved his head down giving your cheek a quick kiss before walking with you to chemistry.

“Are you ready for your first day Todd?” you asked the shy boy.

“No,” he stated plainly, looking down at the ground.

Neil's hand brushed yours, causing you to interlock your fingers. Neil could feel his cheeks burning up already. The boy could never understand why such a small gesture could make him turn to putty in your hands. How could a boy that radiated so much confidence not have enough to confess his feelings to you? Entering the Chemistry lab, you saw Knox, Charlie, Cameroon, and Meeks already seated. In the front of the room stood a balding old man, holding a massive textbook. --- After getting assigned loads of homework by multiple teachers. You all arrived at your last class of the day. English. All of you dropped your books on your desk and fell into your seats. The new English teacher was wearing a white button-up with a tie but had no jacket. He stood in the front of the room staring out the window.

You could feel Neil staring at you for what felt like hours though it was only a few seconds. You eventually turned your head to the side to look at him. He gave you a small smile. Keating walked down the aisle between you and Neil making you lose eye contact.

“Oh Captain, My Captain. Who knows where that's from?” Keating asked energetically, he looked around the room, no one raised a hand. “It was written by a poet named Walt Whitman about Abraham Lincoln. In this class, you may refer to me as Mr. Keating or ‘Oh Captain! My Captain!’” Keating stated, walking out the door. Everyone looking around, Neil looked at you, you gave him a shrug, not sure what was going on. “Well we better go with him,” Neil said, leading the class to the back of the room. Neil took your hand in his as you all walked down the hallway into the Honors room. “Can't you two just have sex already, I'm tired of looking at the two of you being all cute,” Charlie suggested, walking in-between you and Neil your hands being pulled apart. “Charlie will you just shut up,” you said, Charlie put his arm around you “Maybe I will. Just for you though doll,” Charlie flirted, letting out a small laugh, you removed Charlie's arm off your shoulder. Neil felt like his heart was about to drop, he knew you wouldn't date Charlie. But what if you change your mind? Did you even like him the same way he liked you?

Neil felt his hand being grabbed again by you. You gave his hand a soft squeeze. The action caused Neil to blush lightly.

The walls of the honor room were scattered with old photos, some dating back to the late 1800s. Shelves that held trophies. “Mister... Pitts. An unfortunate name. Stand up, Mister Pitts.” everyone laughed, while Pitts stood up. “Open your textbook, to page forty and read us the first stanza” Keating stated, while Pitts turned his page

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old-time is still a flying And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying."

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.” Keating began “The Latin term for that sentiment is "Carpe Diem." Anyone know what that means?” he asked the class, Meeks instantly raised his hand. “Carpe Diem... seize the day,” Meeks stated

“Very good, Mr....?” Keating waited for Meeks to answer “Meeks.”

“Seize the day while you're young, see that you make use of yours. Why does the poet write these lines?” Keating asked. “Because he's in a hurry?” Charlie questioned jokingly

“Because we're food for worms, lads!” Keating begins, “Because we're only going to experience a limited number of springs, summers, and falls. One day, hard as it is to believe, each and every one of us is going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die! Stand up and peruse the faces of the boys who attended this school sixty or seventy years ago. Don't be timid, go look at them.” Keating concluded

Everyone gets up and walks over to the display cases. Faces of young men stare at us from out of the past.

“They're not that different than any of you, are they? There's hope in their eyes, just like in yours. They believe themselves destined for wonderful things, just like many of you. Well, where are those smiles now, boys? What of that hope?” Everyone stares into the photos fascinated about what Keating is saying. “Did most of them not wait until it was too late before making their lives into even one iota of what they were capable of? In chasing the almighty deity of success did they not squander their boyhood dreams? Most of those gentlemen are fertilizing daffodils! However, if you get very close, boys, you can hear them whisper. Go ahead, lean in. Hear it?”

"Carpe Diem, lads. Seize the day. Make your lives extraordinary." Keating whispers as loud as he can

You, Todd, Neil, Knox, Charlie, Cameron, Meeks, Pitts all stare into the pictures on the wall. All are lost in thought.

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writersmacchiato · 4 years

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OK here’s the tea babe about who likes the reader, from what i’m feeling:

niel: obviously is head over heels, a himbo

pitts: childhood friends to lovers but one-sided, he doesn’t like the fact that she is gonna probably get with niel and she’s already spending more time with charlie/todd so he also feels forgotten.

charlie: enemies to lovers 110% vibes. i think the fact even after she possibly rejected him (we don’t know we the reader stopped talking to todd/charile) he truly cares and wants her to be happy and was willing to do the battle of the bands together with the keats because he undestood how much it meant to her

meeks/todd/knox: annoying older brother he says you will never find love but also believes nobody is good enough for you

this is the kind of interaction i’ve always wanted 🥺💛

i agree with you!!! Neil is a himbo. we love him.

Pitts,,,,is acting kinda sus ngl 👀 it was always my intention to have them be just bffs but the plot slipped through my fingers and now we’re here <3

ENEMIES TO LOVERS IS MY FAVORITE TROPE!! there is tension between them. chemistry. they would be really good together in fact but something seems to keep them apart :) in another life, things could’ve been different...

my absolute favorite dynamic to write has been Meeks x Reader. i love the banter he has with reader. at first he seems like a mean asshole but then you see he actually cares about the reader in his own way. he’s the perfect friend because he calls them out on their dumbass behavior and we all need that kind of friend!!

todd & knox haven’t been as developed but with todd i think you get that sense that they’re besties. no question. they’re good friends who can go months without talking but still be good. KNOX THO!?? whew. he starts as this close friend but starts to be viewed almost as the protagonist. you’ll notice that the reader gets a lot of support from him in the beginning of the series but then they fade out with the conflict he caused so his spot in their life has to be filled.

ANYWAY WOW sorry for the rambling. in conclusion, yes i absolutely agree with you and thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me! it means the world to me!! xx

#lowkey thinking about a charlie enemy to lovers smau now....but i’m also thinking about a tinder au with todd so idk :/#the keats #cam’s mail

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evangeline-perry · 5 years

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Dead Poets Society: Neil x OC: part 8

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Since Neil isn’t at Welton at the moment, because he’s gone to see if he’s got the part in the play, and the boys have football training, I decided to just hang around on Neil’s bed in my comfy clothes, reading one of my books.

‘Charlie, I got the part!’ I hear the familiar voice of Neil yell throughout the hall, ‘I'm gonna play Puck! I'm gonna play Puck!’ I hear him knocking on a door.

‘What did he say?’ Meeks mumbles taking off his radio headphones

‘That's the main part’, Neil yells exitedly.

I hear Knox and Charlie congratulate him before he bounds into his room. There I’ve put my book down and now stand in front of him. He wraps his arms around me and dramatically dips me down to kiss me. I’ve vaguelly aware of Charlie and Knox whistling. When he pulls away he pecks my lips one more time before sitting down at his typewriter.

Todd and I sit down on his bad to see what he’s doing.

‘Okay, okay, okay, okay’, Neil mumbles to himself.

‘Neil, how are you gonna do this?’ Todd questions.

‘They need a letter of permission from my father and Mr. Nolan’, Neil explains.

‘You're not gonna write it’, Todd objects.

‘Oh yes, I am’, Neil laughs.

‘Oh, Neil. Neil, you're crazy’, Todd states, shaking his head.

Neil begins typing as he reads out loud: ‘Okay. "I am writing to you on behalf of my son Neil Perry."’ Neil begins laughing and stomping his feet up and down, ‘This is great.’

Once he finishes his letter, Neil gets up to go and post immediately, but I stop him by grabbing his blazers sleeve. He turns to look at me and seems to know what I’m thinking already. He puts his letter down on his desk and puts his hands on my cheeks, tilting my head back slightly so it’s easier to kiss me. He pulls me up and away from me slightly just to say: ‘Todd leave.’ in a tone that sent a shiver down my spine.

Then he pulls me back to him, his soft lips on mine. I only notice we’re walking when he sat down on his bed, pulling me on his lap to straddle him. There the arms around my waist, pull me flush against him. My hands move their way into his hair, slightly pulling his hair, causing him to quietly groan, which I enjoyed.

Suddenly I hear some snickers. I look at the door to see the Dead Poets peek in with smirks on their faces. ‘Get out!’ Neil’s voice was low and husky, I couldn’t exactly explain why, but it gave me chills. I could see the boys surprised expressions, and Charlies smirk, leave the slightly opened door, before it closed again. Before I could do anything else, Neil pulls me even closer, if that was even possible, and he started to kiss down my jaw to my neck, before biting down at the base of it. This caused me to inhale sharply, as Neil continues to kiss and bite my neck.

The next morning… let’s just say that I had to readjust my collar a LOT because of all the hickey Neil had given me. When he saw me fumbling on our way to class, he threw his arm around me and whispered in my ear: ‘Why hide them? These boys should know you’re mine.’ Which caused me to blush a bright red.

In English class, Knox stands at the front of the room with his poem in hand, ‘"To Chris."

‘Who's Chris?’ I hear some boys say, ‘Mmm, Chris.’

‘I see a sweetness in her smile. Blight light shines from her eyes. But life is complete; contentment is mine, Just knowing that... just knowing that she's alive.’ Knox crumples his poem and walks back to his desk, ‘Sorry, Captain. It's stupid.’

‘No, no. It's not stupid. It's a good effort. It touched on one of the major themes, love. A major theme not only in poetry, but life’, My dad told him. I turn in my seat and tell Knox, ‘That was a really sweet poem, Know’, he smiles sheepishly.

‘Mr. Hopkins, you were laughing. You're up.’ Hopkins slowly walks to the front of the class and unfolds his piece of paper.

"The cat sat on the mat." he says, refolding the paper and moving to sit back down, the boys start to laugh.

‘Congratulations, Mr. Hopkins. Yours is the first poem to ever have a negative score on the Pritchard scale. We're not laughing at you, we're laughing near you. I don't mind that your poem had a simple theme. Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things, like a cat, or a flower or rain. You see, poetry can come from anything with the stuff of revelation in it. Just don't let your poems be ordinary. Now, who's next?’

My father approaches Todd's desk. ‘ Mr. Anderson, I see you sitting there in agony. Come on, Todd, step up. Let's put you out of your misery.’

‘I, I didn't do it. I didn't write a poem’, Todd mumbles quietly.

‘Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd? Isn't that your worst fear? Well, I think you're wrong. I think you have something inside of you that is worth a great deal.’ my dad walks up to the blackboard and begins to write, ‘"I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world." W. W. Uncle Walt again. Now, for those of you who don't know, a yawp is a loud cry or yell. Now, Todd, I would like you to give us a demonstration of a barbaric "yawp." Come on. You can't yawp sitting down. Let's go. Come on. Up.’ Todd reluctantly stands and follows his teacer to the front, ‘You gotta get in "yawping" stance.’

‘A yawp?’

‘No, not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp.’

‘Yawp’, Todd says quietly.

‘Come on, louder.’

‘Yawp’, quietly again.

‘No, that's a mouse. Come on. Louder.’

‘Yawp’, a little louder...

‘Oh, good God, boy. Yell like a man!’

‘Yawp!’ a shout!

‘There it is. You see, you have a barbarian in you, after all.’ Todd goes to return to his seat but he is stopped, ‘Now, you don't get away that easy.’ he turns Todd around and points out a picture on the wall, ‘The picture of Uncle Walt up there. What does he remind you of? Don't think. Answer. Go on.’ he says as he begins to circle around Todd.

‘A m-m-madman.’

‘What kind of madman? Don't think about it. Just answer again.’

‘A c-crazy madman’, Todd stumbles.

‘No, you can do better than that. Free up your mind. Use your imagination. Say the first thing that pops into your head, even if it's total gibberish. Go on, go on.’

‘Uh, uh, a sweaty-toothed madman.’

‘Good God, boy, there's a poet in you, after all. There, close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close 'em. Now, describe what you see.’ he pulls his hands over Todd's eyes and they begin to slowly spin around.

‘Uh, I-I close my eyes.’

‘Yes?’

‘Uh, and this image floats beside me.’

‘A sweaty-toothed madman?’

‘A sweaty-toothed madman’, Todd repeats, ‘with a stare that pounds my brain.’

‘Oh, that's excellent. Now, give him action. Make him do something.’

‘H-His hands reach out and choke me.’

‘That's it. Wonderful. Wonderful’, my dad removes his hands from Todd but Todd keeps his eyes closed, ‘And, and all the time he's mumbling.’

‘What's he mumbling?’

‘M-Mumbling, "Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold."’

Some students begin to laugh and Todd opens his eyes, but my dad quickly gestures for him to close them again. ‘Forget them, forget them. Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket.’

‘Y-Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.’ Todd opens his eyes again and the class is silent. Then we all begin to clap and cheer. My dad whispers something to Todd that I can’t hear before turning to the class, ‘Who’s next?’

‘How do we follow that?’ Neil whispers, leaning my way, I smile at him.

‘I’m sure you’ll figure it out Mr Perry’, My dads voice interrupts, ‘you’re up’

Neil gets up, unfolding the page in his hand. Once in the front of the class, begins to read his poem:

‘fog on her glasses

from the still steaming tea

a book in her hand

as she casually reads

a catch in her breath

as the climax grows near

she’s deaf to the world

the book’s all she can hear

she’s completely lost now,

or perhaps she is found

in this strange paper world

That’s far from the ground’

The class applauds, and Neil sits back down. My gaze follows him, he winks at me, and I smile. The class goes on as usual, until the bell goes off. ‘‘Mr Perry, stay here for a moment please, you too young lady’, my father calls as we move to leave the classroom.

All the other people leave, but the both of us go to stand in front of the desk, where my father is leaning against. ‘Do you wish to tell me something, Mr Perry?’

Neil and I share a worried glance, but my dad just goes on to ask, ‘for how long?’

‘We’ve been together officially for about a week, sir’, Neil answered nervously.

‘Are you serious about this relationship? What are your intentions in this?’ my dad continued, in a very serious tone.

‘I’m serious about what we have, sir, I… I just want to make her happy. I...’ he stammers, I turn to look and, he’s blushing, ‘I love her.’ he says finally. What he said moved me, I take hold of his hand, directing his attention to me. ‘I love you too.’ I say softly.

Neil smiled down at me before kissing my temple. I look back at my dad to see him smile, ‘That’s all I wanted to hear.’

With that he pats Neil on the shoulder and goes back into his office, leaving both of us in shock, but relieved. After a moment Neil grabs my waist and kisses me, picking me up and spinning me.

‘How about I take you out this weekend?’ he asks after pulling away.

‘Sounds like a plan’, I smile and he leans in to kiss me again.

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aseekerofthegreatperhaps · 5 years

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Truth or Dare

A/N: a real quick one shot about celebrating halloween with the dead poets bc I can't sleep XD Also, I didn't proofread this

I know it's not halloween anymore XD

Pairing : Neil Perry x reader

Enjoy!

"Y/N"! You turned around quickly, almost losing your balance. It sounded urgently, almost as if someone hurt himself, but when you looked at the owner of the voice, you recognized him as Charlie Dalton, one of the first friends you'd made in Hellton, accompanied by - your heart skipped a beat and you had to swallow hard- Neil Perry, your all - time crush. You waited until they were right in front of you, trying not to pay the too much attention to Neil. "Hey you guys, what is it? ," you asked and pulled your coat tighter around you. It was October the 31th and although you loved the fall season, you despised the cold. "We thought you could come over and celebrate halloween with us?", Neil asked, smiling at you kindly. You blushed and agreed, following them back to their dormitories. Sneaking around in Hellton was always risky, but it was even more so when the sun had set since the teachers were even more cautious then. As you were quietly chatting with them and their plans for the evening, a shadow suddenly emerged from one of the walls and walked towards you. All of you stood frozen in shock, until you saw it was Mr Keating and let out a relieved breath. "And what do we have here?", he asked and added with a wink and a hushed voice:"Don't stay up too late" and left us. "He truly is nice ", Charlie whispered amazed and we stumbled the rest of the way to the room.

Once inside, you were squeezed between Neil and Todd, who was exchanging glances with a smirking Charlie. It had grown quite annoying to be honest. You had told them about your crush on Neil and since then, they tried to make you both confess. "So, what are we gonna do?", Pitts asked after lighting a cigarette. "Well, we can't really go trick or treating, can we?", Meeks asked and earned a round of laughter. "Also, the creepy stuff is hard to get", Knox stated and shuffled around on his place on the two beds. "What about a good ol'game of Truth or Dare?", Charlie asked, a gleam in his eyes you didn't quite liked. But everyone agreed and after Pitts had pulled out some snacks he "borrowed" from the kitchen and you lighted some candles, you began. "You cannot chicken out unless you want to confess to Mr Nolan that you spit on his food in seventh grade." Everyone groaned and chuckled." My turn to pick someone", Charlie continued and turned to - you, of course. You cursed him internally as he asked "Truth or Dare, Y/N?" and smiled at you innocently. "Truth", you decided, your heart beating out of your chest. "Is there someone in your life right now - as in boyfriend?" You felt Neil moving beside you a bit to look at you, setting you on fire. You swallowed. "No.", you said, making the boys gasp in disbelief. "Really?", Knox asked. "Yeah," you replied. Why did they had to make such a big deal out of it? "Todd, Truth or Dare?", you asked quickly to distract them from you.

A while of playing and hearing some embarrassing stories later, you sensed how tired you actually were. It was way past midnight now, too and when Meeks asked you, you picked Dare without even comprehending it. "Well then, Y/N, I dare you to.. Kiss Neil." You were wide awake now and your cheeks burned with embarrassment. How could they? Tears started to form in your eyes and you quickly got up from the bed, ignoring the shouts they send after you. It was freezing outside, but you didn't care. You wanted to feel numb. "Y/N?" Neil. They had ruined every chance you had with him and you hated them for it. You turned to look at him and he already was there, closer than you expected, which caused you to bump in his chest. He chuckled and somewhere in the back of your mind you recognized how his arms didn't let you go. Not daring to look up at him, you trained your gaze on his shoes. "Is - is it true?", he asked and you felt his chest vibrating. "What?", you asked. "You don't have a boyfriend?" Your pulse quickened. Why would he - "No, I don't. ", you stated flatly, still in Neil's embrace. "Well, would you mind if I -", he stopped himself and sighed. "Listen, Y/N, I - I liked you the second I met you, but I was always too - shy I guess to ask you out and I wanted to ask if- you would like to be my girlfriend?" You just stared at him dumbfounded. He sighed and started to let go of you. "I understand.." "Neil, wait." He froze, looking at you. And now you looked at him too, suddenly not shy anymore. There was a look in his eyes you had never seen before. Love. And that was all you needed to throw yourself in his arms fully again, hands going into his hair and him pulling you close by the waist. You kissed him forcefully, desperately and he responded with an unknown passion, grazing your lips gently and securing your back (which was a good thing because your knees were suddenly very weak). After an eternity, you separated for air and stared at each other, bliss and glee clearly visible in both of your glances to the other. You laughed breathlessly. "Wow. That was just wow. I -" but your words were muffled by a grinning Neil who dipped you down once again, connecting your soft lips with his. You moaned slightly, making him smirk into your skin. And yes, the dead poets stood behind a pillar, high fiving each other.

Hope you enjoyed!

#dead poets society #Fluff #X reader #Oneshots #requests are still open btw #Neil Perry

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lovebunnie · 6 years

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if youre still doing the writing could you do a nuwanda x meeks? because i like to think they met and meeks had a crush on him but nuwanda was oblivious to it, so meeks just pines a lot and somehow nuwanda finds out, (probably through chris or knox when one of them accidentally blurted it out) and nuwanda does a whole plan to ask meeks out.

“How can someone so attractive be so stupid!”

“Meeks, buddy, you’re preaching to the fucking choir.”

He laid on top of his bed, head hanging off the side while being upside down and groaning loudly. Pitts sat at his desk messing with bits and pieces of a clock while Knox wrote in his notebook. The three of them had been hanging out for a while, waiting for Neil and Todd to get back from helping Mr. Keating with something they didn’t understand or care to find out.

Meeks covered his face. “I just don’t understand. They flirt with everybody but as soon as someone flirts with them back, they suddenly can’t comprehend it?”

“Dude, I think you’re going to have to be more direct with them,” Pitts told him, not taking his eyes off the clock. “Nuwanda is just kinda… goofy like that.”

Sliding down from the bed, Meeks shoots back, “I don’t know how I can be more direct with them, Pittsie. Everything I say goes over their head!”

“Did you try just asking them out directly?” Knox asked. “Worked for Chris and I.”

“I will absolutely not take romance advice from you. Not now or ever.”

Knox looked up from his writing, shocked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means it took you five times before Chris finally said yes, meaning no, it didn’t work and thus no, I will not be asking you, Knoxious.”

He closed his notebook and stood up indignantly, responding, “At least I had the balls to do it! You can’t even look Nuwanda in the eyes without catching on fire!”

Pitts finally looked up from his clock, concern etched onto his face. “Hey guys, calm down. We can settle this without getting expelled.”

Meeks scoffed and stood up. “Listen, I’ll take pining over Nuwanda until the fucking Earth explodes before I asked them out and make them uncomfortable. they obviously don’t like me, so what’s the point?”

He grumbled and stormed out of the room, grabbing his backpack on the way out and slamming the door. Knox and Pitts flinched against the harsh noise, and slowly faced each other.

“Good work, assclown,” mumbled Pitts.

“Me? How I am the one at fault here? I was just being honest!”

“Obviously, Meeks didn’t need honestly. He needed us to be friendly and helpful. You should go apologize before he steams all night long.” Pitts turned back to the clock while Knox sighed dramatically and fell back onto the bed. They shared a few beats of silence together, thinking about Meeks and feeling sorry for their friend and his ridiculous crush.

Suddenly, a voice. “Yeah Knoxious, what the fuck was that?”

Both boy’s heads shoot up as they exchange wide eyed glances. they both deduce that no, it wasn’t either of them. In fact, the voice was worryingly familiar…

“Nuwanda?” Knox asked aloud.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

Quickly, Knox reached into his pocket and extracted his phone slowly. He showed Pitts that screen, confirming the accidental butt dial. “Oh shit.”

“I’m guessing,” Nuwanda said, “that you didn’t mean to call me and I wasn’t supposed to hear that.”

“Uh-huh,” Knox squeaked out while Pitts slammed his palm to his forehead, making sure Knox knew how stupid that move was on his part. If Meeks wasn’t going to kill him then–

“Wait, did you hear all of it?” Pitts suddenly asked the phone.

“Every word,” came the reply.

Knox’s eyes went wider than before, almost supernaturally wide at that point. “So like… what do you think?”

The silence hung in the air for a few moments; they held quiet contemplation and Knox was about to scream with anxiety. Meeks would never forgive him, it was the end of their friendship and he somehow fucked it up twice in one day!

“I think I’m the biggest idiot on the god damn planet,” Nuwanda muttered into the phone. “I was walking around outside, enjoy nature and trying to find some cool spots to hold the club, when suddenly my phone rings! Not unusual, but no one really ever calls, so I answer. But I can’t even say hello to my buddy Knox because I’m getting an earful about how I’m attractive yet stupid– which by the way, hurtful Meeks– and then I hear some yelling and then a door slam. So now I’m sitting out here in the god damn frozen ass air thinking about Steven Meeks and how ignorant I am and how good he looks in those glasses.”

Pitts and Knox don’t know how to respond, so they stare at each other slack jawed. If Nuwanda is saying what they think they’re saying, that means that Meeks can stop wallowing in self pity and knock off the pining.

“So, are you saying you want to go out with Meeks?” Knox asked.

“I’ve been wanting to date that fucking nerd since I first met him. I thought when he was flirting, he was joking!”

“That’s what he thought you were doing!” Pitts exclaimed.

Nuwanda sighed in the receiver. “Well, what the hell am I going to do now?”

“I guess you’re going to have to ask him out,” Knox stated. “You both like each other, after all.

“Yeah but like…” Nuwanda moaned childishly, “how do I do that? I can talk a big game but how does a person even talk to their crush normally? I’d just look like a buffoon.”

“Nonsense! Just speak from the heart!” Knox exclaimed, the romantic in himself beaming. “What do you like about him?”

“God, everything. He’s wickedly smart, like unfairly smart. His nose scrunches up when he sees something he doesn’t like, which here, is a lot. That’s the only good thing about the place: I get to see the ‘Steven Meeks Nose Scrunch’ and it’s adorable. He’s super fucking friendly, I want to talk to him forever and when I’m not with him it sucks ass.”

Knox almost drops the phone in shock. “Holy fuck, dude. I think you’re in love with Meeks.”

Nuwanda groaned loudly. “I know and it’s horrible! God damn, I have to go find him. Did he say where he was going?”

Pitts shook his head before remembering they couldn’t see him. “No, but he took his backpack, so maybe the library.”

They sighed lightly. “Wish me luck lads.”

They both called out similar calls of good luck before Nuwanda hung up the phone and sought out Meeks.

As they entered the building, they thought of ways to ask Meeks out: flowers seemed too fancy, poems were too obvious, letters were too insincere. Nothing felt just right to ask someone like Meeks out. They wanted to experience to be perfect just so in case Meeks turned them down, they could say they gave it their all.

Nuwanda rushed down hallways, and eventually ran into Meeks, who was lugging his backpack behind him. “Oh, hey!”

Meeks chuckled softly. “Hi. Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s okay,” Nuwanda whispered, standing very close to Meeks. “I was actually, uh, looking for you.”

“That’s weird, because I was looking for you too!” Meeks laughed out, rubbing his neck in nervousness. It was so endearing Nuwanda melted into a puddle and became putty in Meeks’ hands.

“What can I do for you?” They asked, trying to act cool.

Meeks took a deep breath and squared up his shoulders. And suddenly, his lips were pressed against Nuwanda’s, softly and yet very inviting. Nuwanda closed their eyes and softly cupped Meek’s jaw, letting him know that it was all cool with them.

Together, they both pulled back. Meeks shuddered, and whispered, “I really, really like you.”

“Oh thank God,” Nuwanda chuckled, slowly taking Meeks’ hand. “Because I really, really like you too.”

The pair giggled, unaware of what to do now. They stood in the hallway, hands clasped and eyes wide with promise and mirth.

Nuwanda carefully leaned down and pressed his forehead against Meeks’. “You’re a little shit, you know that?”

“Look who’s talking. I’ve been flirting with you ever since I met you.”

“And I’ve flirted back! Damn, for being the smartest person on the planet you’re an idiot.”

Before Nuwanda could call out Meeks again, he closed the distance and kissed them soundly once more. In the back of their mind, Nuwanda made a note to buy Knox a cake for his help.

#dead poets society #what is their ship name #is it cheeks?#ive never written it before #and whY IS IT SO LONG #OH MY GOD #cheeks #I HOPEU LIKE IT IM SORRY #celeste drabbles

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capitanogiorgio · 6 years

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ultimate q&a for theatre kids : tous les nombres pairs :)

2. favorite character in your favorite musical?

WELL, to be fair I’d have to choose just one (1) favourite musical to answer that. Let’s choose Notre Dame de Paris and that’d be Gringoire.

4. favorite character in your favorite play?

Cyrano obviously

6. what’s a role you’d like to play that you’d never be able to?

Hmm... Given my built I usually end up with roles of soldiers/fighters, someone who fights basically and I’d like a more layered role than just the “muscles” “fight before think” roles.

8. do you like hamilton?

Yes I do

10. how do you feel about hyped up shows like hamilton, les mis, and rent?

I love the three quoted above and I’m fed up with people saying people who are utter fans of “hyped up” musicals are “fake fans”. You don’t have to know or love an obscure show that most of fans don’t even have access with because classismTM to be a real fans and this mindset needs to stop asap. Of course I’d like shows like Hadestown or The Secret Garden or Chess or LOTR (yes) to be more loved, to be more known. But at the end of the day we’re all musicals fans here whether you prefer the most recent, modern, rock/pop musicals or you prefer Golden Age musicals.

12. what award should there be that isn’t?

Actual french awards for musicals and not just “best musical” at the Molières. There is the Trophées de la Comédie Musicale but people barely know about it and we need something like this in France to promote musicals.

14. have you ever been paid to act onstage or on camera?

I got a chocolate box once to fill in a additional role an hour before opening but otherwise no. Only amateur

16. favorite stage actress?

Uuuuuuuuuuuugh I don’t know... I can’t choose

18. favorite show currently or recently running?

Does Chess counts since there was a production of it at the Kennedy Center in Feb ????? Nah kidding. Well I LOVED Great Comet. I know it exists since 2013 but it’s Broadway production was very recent so that’s why I put it here. And like Josh Groban def need to be on Broadway more often. For very recent musicals I haven’t seen them but I really like the songs I heard from Eugenius and The Grinning Man. I would have loved seeing them ! Y’all should give them a listen !!! Also for french musicals, I really liked Oliver Twist le Musical, give them a listen

20. who should host the tony’s next year?

It was announced Josh Groban and Sara Bareilles would be the next host. I love Josh and I’m really curious how he’s gonna handle it. I don’t know much about Sara Bareilles though. So for next year ? Idk. Hugh Jackman ? Julie Andrews for the pure fabulousness of it ?

22. what’s your opinion on movies turned into musicals?

Depends on how it’s done ? I’m excluding the Disneys here because they were already musical movie. Sooo... For example, the Billy Elliott musical is just utterly brilliant, I love it. Or same for Tanz Der Vampire but it can sometimes prove hard to turn a movie in a good musical.

24. do you have an opinion on american psycho?

I was asked this question the last time I reblogged it I think and my answer is still the same : none. I haven’t read it, I haven’t seen it.

26. what role would you like to see your favorite actor play?

AHAHAH ! Again I’d have to chooose only one (1) favourite actor. Tbqh, when will Jeremy Secomb be principal Phantom ? Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

28. dramatic plays or comedies?

Both ?

30. neil patrick harris or james corden?

Josh Groban

32. create a show mash-up and explain the plot (ex: legally todd = sweeney todd + legally blonde)

The Sound of Chess : Widow Freddie Trumper meets Anatoly Sergievski, the new governess of his kids. Though strict with the education of his kids (doing exactly what his father did with him) Freddie is soon won over by Anatoly through his connection to the kids thanks to Chess and learning russian. They love each other, they’re gay, the end, thank you.

34. how do you feel about musicals using other artists’ music?

Why not ? It can be an easy introduction to musicals for peolpe who are not really musical fans ? Like for example my dad just loves Mamma Mia! and it’s one of the only movies we both like, having different tastes and he tries to understand a bit more of my passion to musicals thanks to it.

36. favorite show you’ve been in?

Dunsinane, by David Greig. I played like ten different roles since there were a lot and we were like 13, so it was stressing but I loved it, it was nice to have different characters to play, having fun with costume changes and finding tricks to change my appearance. And also because our director was very talented and also very demanding and I learned a very great deal with her.

38. television or stage acting?

They’re completely different. But I prefer the thrill of the one-chance-every-night-is-different that stage acting gives.

40. if you could see one show on broadway or west end, what would it be?

Great Comet (I’d need a time machine for that). Otherwise Hamilton, so that I can finally see it live.

42. are musical sequels okay?

Well, Love Never Dies pretty much made it clear why they shouldn’t

44. have you ever had a crush on a character from a show?

LMAO happens all the time x) !

46. did you like grease live?

I did. It was quite nice. Nothing to die for but a funny and enjoyable “production”.

48. what show do you desperately want your school/community to do?

Well for that, we’d need French schools to actually give a fuck about dramatic arts and just arts in general. Otherwise, since I’m an assistant in England, I’d like to see Be More Chill ? That could be fun.

50. would you rather design the set, direct the show, or help with effects?

I’m rubbish at drawing and stuff so designing is out of the question. Either direct or help with effects.

THANKS FOR THE QUESTIONS

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ash5monster01 · 7 months

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Truths of Our Past Part 6

Pairing: Older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, sex talk, mentions of nudity, 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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10/8/69

Day 6/8

Thankfully that night you hadn’t gotten drunk enough to be down for the count. You were too busy being proud of Charlie for overcoming and working through his emotions over Neil. By the end of the night it had actually felt like Neil had been at that table with them and you knew that was comforting for Charlie. Tonight you hoped would be the same because he was to go out with the boys for a Bachelor party. If Todd had set aside a seat for Neil at the engagement party he definitely had something up his sleeve for the bachelor party. As for you, it was Ann’s bachelorette party, and you had planned to party like you never had before. Which at the moment was proving to be very successful.

“Chris, you did not!” Ann drunkenly squealed, her blonde hair frizzing from the crown she had to keep adjusting on her head.

“Listen, I have no care about what Todd’s appendages look like but I figured if you were promising yourself to them for the rest of your life I’d at least provide one bound to be good” and Ann blushed firetruck red as the penis shaped cake was placed on the coffee table.

“For your information his appendages are more than fine” and your hands were flying to your ears, eyes squeezed shut, and humming as if to tune her out. You could still hear her giggles though at your reaction.

“Todd is sweet, quiet, innocent Todd. He doesn’t have any appendages” you were telling her, shaking your head, and praying the alcohol buzzing through you would make this conversation go away.

“Oh don’t be such a prude Y/N. You’re with Charlie” Rachel pointed to you and you felt yourself gasp lightly.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, a giggle bubbling past your lips.

“Oh Charlie loved and breathed sex majority of his life” Chris groaned out and Ann was nodding right beside her.

“Todd told me he was the one to show him his first centerfold” Ann tipped her drink at you and you blushed at the mention of dirty magazines.

“Yes and Knox learned most of how everything works from him” Chris nodded along and Maggie giggled drunkenly from across the room.

“He was legend at Henley Hall, he was too confident. He oozed this personality that had most of us crossing our legs” Rachel informed you and a deep blush rose to your cheeks.

It was fact Charlie was overconfident, charming, and knowledgeable when it came to women. When you had gotten to know him he warmed up to that behavior around you fairly quickly. It was just hearing about how he was legend for these things shocked you considering Neil’s death has mellowed him out, made him so much more unspoken. He was much different from the legend of the kid who got a phone call from God saying they should allow girls at an all boys school.

“You knows girls, Todd once told me Charlie would use red paint to put a lighting bolt on his chest. Something about it being a sign for virility and attracting women” Ann giggled, clearly one too many drinks deep. You on the other hand found this of interest. You actually had never known Charlie had done such a thing, and the thought made you giggle and warm over because now you were missing your husband.

"Please don't hold out on us Y/N. I've been single for so long" Maggie whined after slugging back the rest of her drink and you sighed which to them was an instant sign of you caving to their prying questions.

"Fine, if you must know Charlie is good. Really good" you said hoping that this answer would be enough but the groans and boo's coming from the drunk girls said otherwise.

"Details! We need details" Rachel told you and a deep red hue found it's way to your cheeks because Charlie may not openly talk about his confidence towards women as much as he used to but he sure as hell still had it when it came to the two of you alone.

"Her and Charlie did it two mornings ago" Chris tattled on you and you gasped before chucking a pillow her way just for her to loudly laugh at it.

"In Chris' house! Did you get caught?" Ann inquired and you rolled your eyes at Chris before turning to Ann.

"No we were quiet. I woke up to him kissing my neck and then when we were making out I realized he wanted more. I tried to tell him we could get caught but he promised me we wouldn’t" you said, already feeling like you had shared enough details of your sex life with your friends. Being married to Charlie without kids required a very busy sex life that you weren't used to discussing. Charlie was very hard to turn down, the kind of guy that once you had a taste you couldnt stop. It was no wonder he was such a ladies man, he made sure he knew what he was doing and sometimes you just couldn't get enough.

“Gosh. I don’t think I’ve ever been woken up by a man kissing me” Maggie hummed delightfully, eyes shut and mind buzzing with the idea. The other girls giggled lightly.

“My first kiss with Knox was dizzying” Chris gushed and everyone tuned into her quickly. “I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t quite get him out of my head, I was still with Chet. Then he kissed me and it all just made sense”

“I love love, I wish I could marry Todd every day the rest of my life” Ann grinned widely and Rachel snorted, knowing what it was like to be in love with the Anderson gene.

“No you don’t” Rachel told her and Ann rolled her eyes.

“Todd is much gentler than Jeff, you wouldn’t get it” but the rest of the girls were laughing anyway because they knew pretty soon Ann would be out of the honeymoon phase even with a guy like Todd.

“Alright I’m getting a refill, anyone else?” you asked and the girls all shook their heads, continuing to tease Ann for her minor obsession with her soon to be husband.

As you refilled your drink in the kitchen you tried to remember what the week before your wedding was like. Just like Ann you were head over heels for Charlie, you almost had no room to tease. You had spent that entire week with Chris and college girlfriend drinking and mooning over how lucky you were to have him. It almost felt like a life time ago but it had only been three years ago. You had known the boy six years now and even though six years can be a lot of time it was nothing compared to the forever you vowed to each other. You were still learning things about him, especially now. This town brought out parts of him that he was hiding most of the time.

Before heading back to join the girls in the living room you stopped in the bathroom. Bound to make this trip multiple times tonight with the way you were drinking. As you washed your hands your eyes caught the tube of lipstick left on the counter. More than likely Ann’s but between the alcohol, thoughts of your husband, and the story of Charlie, you found yourself grabbing it. Taking one glance at yourself in the mirror you slowly unbuttoned your blouse before uncapping the lipstick and placing it on your skin. If you knew your husband as well as you thought you did he was going to go nuts when he saw this.

“Hey what took so long?” Rachel inquired as she noticed you come back first.

“Bathroom” you explained before returning to your previous seat and it didn’t take long to notice the deep blush on Maggie’s face and Ann’s not so innocent giggling. “What’d you do?”

“Nothing!” Ann squealed, struggling to stop laughing when she began to defend herself.

“She was telling Maggie in detail the very dirty things she’s done with Todd” Chris tattled and you snorted out a soft laugh, knowing you’d be wearing the same face as Maggie if you had been here.

“Maggie, you do know what single bridesmaids do right?” you found yourself asking and Maggie gave you a confused look, sitting up now safe from Ann’s words.

“No, what do they do?” she asked and you tried to suppress the evil smile on your face into the rim of your drink as you took a sip.

“They get with the single groomsmen” and a gasp was falling out of the innocent brunette girl as the rest of you laughed loudly.

“That can’t be true” but Rachel was shaking her head with amusement, hand landing on her shoulder.

“It is dear, I remember my first single wedding party. I found myself with a man named John Lester, back of the reception hall, tongue down my throat. He always tasted like saltine crackers” and Chris’ face was twisting in disgust over this.

“Lucky for you Mags there is two single groomsmen. You can take your pick” Ann told her and Maggie pouted.

“Not the red head” Maggie said and Rachel gasped loudly.

“What’s wrong with red heads?” she accused, her own red hair and vibrant green eyes shining back at the girl.

“Nothing, he’s just short. The other one though, he’s tall. I like tall” Maggie said and all the girls were laughing again.

“Whatever one you pick they are both lovely people. I’ve know those boys since I was seventeen” Chris was telling her and you nodded right beside her.

“She’s being honest, both are sweethearts. Those boys have a really great friend group” and now you all could tell Maggie was genuinely considering it.

“I’m not making any promises, but we’ll see” and you all were squealing like teenage girls over the prospect of Maggie finding true love with either of the two boys.

You wouldn’t mind coming back together so soon for another wedding. You had come to enjoy and love the group around you. In fact you loved coming to Vermont all the time. The city was big and exciting when you were eighteen and exploring the world on your own for the very first time, but now it was just the city. It was big, noisy, smelly, and full of rude and crowded people. You longed for quiet nights in your shared apartment with Charlie but you longed for a large townhouse surrounded by autumn trees with your kids running through the yard more. You longed for the life Chris had here and you wouldn’t mind being so close to them and having your hand chosen family all in one place together. If you were to end up lucky enough to bear a child you knew deep in your bones you’d come here. The city was no place for a child, it was barely a place for you.

These thoughts stayed with you when the boys had appeared to pick you up. They had gotten Todd sloppily drunk, he has half asleep, arms slung over Knox and Meeks shoulders as they practically dragged him into the house and left him on the couch. Ann seemed to sober up instantly at the sight of him and began to take care of him. You could only smile as you found Charlie and wrapped yourself up in his arms. He smelled of pine and tobacco and you missed him more than ever for some reason. “Let’s get you home Mrs. Dalton”

“Sounds like a plan Mr. Dalton” you hummed back and allowed him to guide you out to the car and back to Chris and Knox’s place for the night. You pretended it was your actual home though, with all the room and smell of nature around you. No footsteps from the upstairs neighbors, just peace.

“Someone got a little drunk huh?” Charlie teased as he eased you down into the bed and you just giggled as his hands slowly grazed up your leg as he went to pull off your shoes.

“Only a little” you told him, toes wiggling as both heels had been removed and he was now dropping his blazer off his shoulders and to the ground. He watched as your hands reached for the buttons of your blouse, fumbling lightly as you struggled to unbutton each one.

“Need help” he smirked devilishly at you and suddenly your fuzzy brain remembered the sticky red symbol laid under your top. It wasn’t hard considering what you imagined cocky teenage Charlie was like, was smirking above you.

“Somehow he always makes it to third base folks” you teased as if you were talking to a crowd and Charlie just grinned as his own steady hands reached to free you from your blouse.

“It’s cause you simply can’t get enough of me doll” he told you and you rolled your eyes despite it being true. Charlie was a drug, one you were addicted too. You figured it would always be that way and you were lucky enough to end up with him.

Once he had the third button undone you knew he had spotted the red mark under your shirt. It was noticeable by the sharp intake of air he sucked in, his hands suddenly moving faster to undo each button and see more of the lighting bolt drawn steadily through your breasts. “Like what you see?”

“Baby” and then his hand was tucking under you, unhooking your bra with one hand like he always did just to impress you. Once both the bra and blouse had been removed you stared back at his blown out eyes, unmoving from you beneath him.

“Say something handsome” you urged and finally a soft smile broke across his face as he dipped down and met his mouth with your own.

“I love you so much” he grinned, a look of awe written all over his face.

“I love you more” you were telling him but he was shaking his head, kissing you hard until you were absolutely dizzy.

“That is absolutely not possible”

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aarontviettalks · 5 years

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Get to know me (Musical Theatre Edition )

1. what’s your favourite musical ?

a) it’s so hard to pick just one but as of right now it’s probably CMIYC and Bring It On.

2. favourite character in your favourite musical ?

b) Frank Avondale jr and Cambell.

3. what’s your favourite play ?

c) I don’t really have one.

4. favourite character in your favourite play ?

d) again don’t have one.

5. what’s your dream role ?

e) I would love to play Veronica sawyer or maureen, eliza , sandy

6. what's a role you'd like to play that you'd never be able to?

f) Elle Woods or Hamilton.

7. do you prefer being behind the scenes or in the spotlight?

g) being in the spotlight for sure.

8. do you like hamilton ?

h) omg i love hamilton

9. have you seen hamilton ?

i) no but hopefully will be able to see soon.

10. how do you feel about hyped up shows like hamilton, les mis, and rent?

i) i personally enjoy hyped up ones more but all are really good.

11. did you like this years tony awards ?

j) so good omg.

12. what award should there be that isn't ?

k) i think something about work ethic because actors work sooo damn hard.

13. what shows have you been in/helped with ?

l) wow ones i’ve been in : hoodie, rainbow connection, something about water i forget and then like church plays

helped with : he’s talking, never swim alone

14. have you ever been paid to act onstage or on camera?

m) never.

15. do you prefer broadway or west end shows?

n) broadway shows.

16. favourite stage actress ?

o) taylor louderman and phillpa soo

17. favourite stage actor ?

p) aaron tveit and kyle selig

18. favourite show currently or recently running ?

q) mean girls

19. what’s your dream #ham4ham (even if you don’t like hamilton)?

r) having barrack obama and chris jackson sing one last time LIVE.

20. who should host the tony’s next year ?

s) aaron tveit :)

21. do you watch broadwaycom backstage vlogs?

t) YES my two favourite have been leslie’s on hamilton and Erika’s on mean girls.

22. what’s your opinion on movies turned into musicals?

u) i think people do a really good job with them.

23. do you prefer musical movies or live musicals?

v) live musicals

24. do you have an opinion on american psycho?

w) i’ve never heard it or seen it.

25. what movie would you want to be turned into a musical?

x) i would love to see to all the boys i’ve loved before would be so cute.

26. what role would you like to see your favorite actor play?

y) i wanna see aaron play like aaron samuels or jason dean omg.

27. do you prefer musicals, plays, or operas?

z) musicals.

28. dramatic plays or comedies?

a) i love both.

29. andrew lloyd weber or stephen sondheim ?

b) andrew lloyd weber.

30. neil patrick harris or james corden ?

c) james corden

31. did james corden do a good job hosting the tony's (in your opinion)?

d) i think he was ok definely not my favourite tho.

32. create a show mash-up and explain the plot (ex: legally todd = sweeney todd + legally blonde)

e) mean heathers

33. what song always makes you cry?

f) GOODBYE FROM CMIYC EVERY. SINGLE. FRICKING. TIME.

34. how do you feel about musicals using other artists' music

g) i think it’s cool

35. what celebrity would you like to see on broadway next?

h) ansel elgort HIS VOICE ON BROADWAY I WOULD DIE.

36. favorite show you've been in?

i) hoodie for sure.

37. would you like to act professionally ?

j) I WOULD LOVE TO

38. television or stage acting ?

k) stage acting

39. what disney movie should be a musical that isn't?

l) i would love to see beauty and the beast on stage even though they have the musical movie.

40. if you could see one show on broadway or west end, what would it be?

m) moulin rouge omg.

41. what musical should be revived next?

n) CATCH ME IF YOU CAN - SAME CAST AND EVERYTHING.

42. are musicals sequels okay ?

o) i guess

43. what musical sequel would you like there to be that isn't?

p) i honestly don’t know

44. have you ever had a crush on a character from a show?

q) AARON SAMUELS

45. how do you feel about musicals being done live on tv now ?

r) THEY ARE SO GOOD ALWAYS

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femdeadpoets · 7 years

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wait ok in addition to knox having a sorority girl style, todd would dress like librarian chic, pitts would be ripped jeans and tshirts all the way, neil would 100% be a flannel lesbian, meeks would wear floral and faded science tshirts, and charlie would have that like "bad bitch" aesthetic u know

👌Yes, pal, yes! These are all fantastic and I need moodboards of them with their styles! STAT!! Or fancasts maybe? Or both, because I can't get enough of fem dps 💖 Also I now have the biggest crush on fem meeks, thanks for that, so I know Charlie would be dead af she'd take one glance at her and be like 'Welp, I want her and I'm so screwed. Totally unfair, she should be the one being screwed' And o m g Knox! I need pics. I want pics so badly!! Why would you do this to me?Neil's had me literally laugh out loud bc it's true af. Fem Neil and Todd are the perfect lesbian couple! Pitts has my everyday style fyi Thank you for sending in these headcanons!! Love them all VERY much ❤ x

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evangeline-perry · 5 years

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Dead Poets Society: Neil x OC: part 4

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Tonight I join the boys in study group. I sit next to Neil, I am vaguely aware of our shoulders touching. At the moment he was helping me with a part of the latin homework I didn’t get.

Around the room, several students are throwing darts at a small rubber skeleton hanging from the bulletin board. Various students are studying and playing games. Meeks and Pitts are sitting at one table working on their "hi-fi system". Meeks is waving an antenna around with no luck. Pitts points out to him that he forgot to plug it in. Knox enters the room and closes the door behind him, leaning up against it heavily.

‘How was dinner?’ Charlie asks.

‘Huh?’ Knox turns his head.

‘How was dinner?’ Charlie repeats.

‘Terrible’, He sighs, ‘Awful.’

He leaves the door and sits down with us at the table.

‘Why?’ Charlie questions, ‘What happened?’

‘Tonight, I met the most beautiful girl in my entire life��, Knox breathes.

‘I’ll try not to be insulted...’ I joke

‘nono, angie’, Knox states quickly, ‘you’re beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but she…’ Knox let out a rather dramatic sigh.

‘wauw, you got it bad’, I laugh, he nods in agreement.

‘What's wrong with that?’ Neil asks after a moment.

‘She's practically engaged’, Knox states, ‘To Chet Danburry.’

‘That guy could eat a football’, Charlie mumbled.

‘That's too bad’, Pitts agrees.

‘Too bad?’ Knox repeats, ‘It's worse than too bad Pitsie, it's a tragedy. A girl this beautiful in love with such a jerk.’

‘All the good ones go for jerks, you know that.’ Pitts states, before realizing, ‘Except for Angie of course,’ making me laugh.

‘Ahh, forget her’, Cameron scoffs, ‘Open your trig book and try and figure out problem five.’

‘I can't just forget her Cameron’, Knox sighs, ‘And I can't think about trig.’ at that moment the radio Meeks and Pitts were working on begins letting out a high pitched hum.

‘We got it.’ ‘Holy cow.’ they quietly celebrated until Mr. Hager walks into the room, ‘All right everyone, five minutes. Let's go.’

The students quickly pack up their gear and prepare to leave. Pitts tries to hide the radio in his lap. Neil leans in close to me: ‘hey, can I walk you back?’

‘sure’, I smile at him, he returns the smile while taking my books.

As we enter my corridor, he asks: ‘So, how do you like Hell-ton so far?’

‘Never thought hell would be a place on earth’, I state matter-of-factly, making him laugh.

When we reach my room, I opens the door and Neil places my books on the desk before leaning against the wardrobe.

‘By the way’, he tells me, ‘I don’t believe what Knox said.’

‘What?’

‘I’m sure you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen’, he smiles, making me blush, ‘And especially cute whenever you wear those glasses.’ at this point I didn’t even wanna know how crimson red I blushed, because it only got worse when he leaned down kisses my cheek. And I’m sure he saw because his smile changed into a smirk, ‘good night, Evangeline.’

‘good night, Neil.’

The next morning I was just putting my blazer on when there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, it was Neil. He told me Mr Nolan had requested he’d escort me to my classes. So that’s exactly what he did.

In class, dad sits at his desk at the front of the classroom and opens up one of his books.

Neil sits to my right in this class, Todd sits in front of me, and Knox behind me.

‘Gentlemen… and lady, open your text to page twenty-one of the introduction. Mr. Perry, will you read the opening paragraph of the preface, entitled "Understanding Poetry"?’

‘Understanding Poetry, by Dr. J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D’, Neil reads, after putting on his glasses, I couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked with them on,

‘To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme, and figures of speech. Then ask two questions: One, how artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered, and two, how important is that objective. Question one rates the poem's perfection, question two rates its importance. And once these questions have been answered, determining a poem's greatest becomes a relatively simple matter.’ With that my father gets up from his desk and prepares to draw on the chalk board.

‘If the poem's score for perfection is plotted along the horizontal of a graph, and its importance is plotted on the vertical, then calculating the total area of the poem yields the measure of its greatness.’ I watch my dad as he draws a corresponding graph on the board and I notice the students dutifully copy it down, I didn’t, I must admit I was mostly looking at/ listening to Neil.

He looked over and caught me though, before going back to reading with a smirk on his face, ‘A sonnet by Byron may score high on the vertical, but only average on the horizontal. A Shakespearean sonnet, on the other hand, would score high both horizontally and vertically, yielding a massive total area, thereby revealing the poem to be truly great. As you proceed through the poetry in this book, practice this rating method. As your ability to evaluate poems in this matter grows, so will - so will your enjoyment and understanding of poetry.’

Neil sets the book down and takes off his glasses before shooting me a wink, making me blush an even brighter red than before. Keating turns away from the chalkboard with a smile. ‘Excrement’, he says finally, ‘That's what I think of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard. We're not laying pipe, we're talking about poetry.’

that’s when I saw multiple students, including Cameron looking down at the graph he copied into his notes and quickly scribbling it out.

‘I mean, how can you describe poetry like American Bandstand?’ my father asks the class, ‘I like Byron, I give him a 42, but I can't dance to it… Now I want you to rip out that page.’

I try to hold my laughter as I see the boys look at Keating as if he has just gone mad.

‘Go on, rip out the entire page. You heard me, rip it out. Rip it out!’ and of course, I needed to be the one to break the ice, and ripped out the page, ‘Thank you, my dear’, he called out, ‘Go on, rip it out.’

I look back at the sound of paper tearing and see Charlie has also done it. ‘Thank you Mr. Dalton’, my dad smiles, ‘Everyone, tell you what, don't just tear out that page, tear out the entire introduction. I want it gone, history. Leave nothing of it. Rip it out. Rip! Begone J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D. Rip, shred, tear. Rip it out. I want to hear nothing but ripping of Mr. Pritchard. We'll perforate it, put it on a roll.’ at this point everyone are tearing out the pages, including me. Suddenly I hear my dad call out, ‘It's not the bible, you're not going to go to hell for this. Go on, make a clean tear, I want nothing left of it.’ making me laugh.

Dad goes over to his room and Cameron turns around to Neil, ‘We shouldn't be doing this.’ he calls out, only for neil to respond, ‘ Rip, rip, rip!’ while making Cameron turn back around.

‘What the hell is going on here?’ Mr McAllister calls out while suddenly bursting into the classroom. We all turn around in shock. And I can see Charlie stuffing a crumpled page into his mouth in the corner of my eye. Keating emerges from his room with a waste paper basket.

‘I don't hear enough rips’, my dad states, walking back into the room.

‘Mr. Keating.’

‘Mr. McAllister.’

‘I'm sorry, I- I didn't know you were here.’

‘I am.’

‘Ahh, so you are. Excuse me’, Mr. McAllister slowly backs out of the classroom.

‘Keep ripping everyone. This is a battle, a war. And the casualties could be your hearts and souls.’

dad says while holding out the basket to Charlie who spits out a wad of paper.

‘Thank you Mr. Dalton. Armies of academics going forward, measuring poetry. No, we will not have that here. No more of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard. Now in my class you will learn to think for yourselves again. You will learn to savor words and language. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.’, he says putting down the trashbasket, ‘I see that look in Mr. Pitt's eye, like nineteenth century literature has nothing to do with going to business school or medical school. Right? Maybe. Mr. Hopkins, you may agree with him, thinking "Yes, we should simply study our Mr. Pritchard and learn our rhyme and meter and go quietly about the business of achieving other ambitions." I have a little secret for ya. Huddle up. Huddle up!’

We all up from their seats and gather around Keating in the center of the class. I couldn’t see clearly through the crowd of boys since most of them were taller, but I felt someone tug my sleeve. Neil had scooted back his chair and gestured I could sit in his lap, though slightly blushing, I sat down. Neils arms wrapped around me so I didn’t accidentally fall off.

‘Easy there, Mr Perry’, my dad says suddenly, ‘Mind the hands.’ this causes the class to start snickering and both me and Neil to start blushing.’

‘Now...’ dad says, continuing his class, ‘We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman: "O me, o life of the questions of these recurring, of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities filled with the foolish. What good amid these, o me, o life? Answer: that you are here. That life exists, and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?’ directing that last question to Todd, looking up at him.

After class, the guys asked me about my dad, like ‘how he was when he was in school here?’ but I simply gave them the same answer: ‘ sworn to secrecy.’ all the while the cafeteria filled with students and teachers who stood before the tables saying grace: ‘For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly grateful. Amen.’

With that we all sat down.

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