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masivechaos · 1 year

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SWEET NOTHING

neil perry x gn! reader

Request: yes / no

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Synopsis: when you started dating Neil, everyone expected so much from you. Except for Neil, because all he needed was you.

Warning/content: mention of not being liked during Welton once, welton boys and girl au, my english

a.n.: 0.8k words- inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift!

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Your feet padded on the wooden floor, passing a hand through your hair as you yawned. You heard a chuckle and you lifted your head, finding a shirtless Neil with his back against the kitchen counter.

“Hi darling” he smiled, gently pressing his lips against yours. Not awake enough, you settled for a hum as a response and earned a peck on the temple from your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his middle, burying your head in his chest, letting out a long sigh. It was the best way to start the weekend.

Dating Neil was simple. Not that it was boring, you got to experience new things every day, but he didn’t expect anything from you.

When you started dating, everyone had high expectations, saying you didn’t deserve Neil at all and you hated that there was a point where you thought they were right. An ex-best friend deciding to ruin your reputation was enough for the integrality of Welton to hate you… until Neil became friends with you.

He came into your life, bright and warm, without caring about the things he heard before asking you out on a date. You were now dating him for a few months and you had never felt more loved.

Because he never expected anything from you. All he ever wanted from you was nothing, sweet nothing. Lazy mornings with lazy kisses were enough for him. And it made you feel great to finally have someone who liked you for what you were and not for what people wanted you to be.

“Slept well?” he asked, his hand was cradling the back of your head and his lips were lingering on your temple. You nodded and lifted your head, you observed his features, taking the time to admire every single bump, line and mole on his skin.

“Do you want me to cook something?” you asked, making Neil’s face light up as he heard the sound of your voice for the first time this day.

“No, I was going to bake pancakes”

“But I wan-”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’ and pecked your lips with a little smirk. Neil turned around, grabbed what he needed and started to cook. You decided to sit on the counter to watch him making the pancakes as he hummed and to occasionally taste the preparation.

After a dozen minutes, both of your plates were filled with Neil’s pancakes. You sat down on the couch once your stomach was filled, followed by Neil who wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

You both graduated Hellton a few weeks ago and you decided to stay at your house since both of your parents weren’t there for the month, marriage anniversary and all.

“I like to be with you” your voice broke the silence that settled. You felt Neil holding you a little tighter, with your back pressed against his front you could feel the way he was breathing slowly, his chest rising and falling against you.

He pressed his lips on your temple “Because you never expect anything from me. Nothing material. You love me for what I am… I think?”

You heard him letting out a small laugh “Of course I love you for what you are. People at Hellton were dumb, they will do too much for gossip. But I know who you are, and you are who I want.”

It wasn’t the first time he told you this. But it didn’t matter, you still adored the way it sounded to your ears. It made you feel so loved and appreciated. You were welcomed by his side. He was the first ever person who made you feel this way. Because the boy was born with the sun in his eyes and his heart in his hands. And it was all for you now, he gave it all.

That was probably the most significant proof of love you were ever given. And of course you gave everything you could back, making small gifts when you could, buying flowers when you could, baking cookies when you could. All of this to see his cheeks raise and his eyes light up.

And even when you couldn’t, he was just as happy. A smile would cross his face just from seeing you. Holding you was enough to make his heart beat faster. And oh boy was he exploding inside when both of your lips were touching.

“I love you Neil” you thought he knew but you never said it out loud. And it showed when Neil’s eyes widened, if you were careful enough you could see pink tinting his cheeks.

He turned you around so you were fully facing him before pushing you down on the sofa. Without thinking he kissed you. “I love you too,” a kiss on your forehead “So–” a kiss on your left cheek “much” a kiss on your lips.

“Cheesy,” you teased. But even in this situation, he was smiling so brightly.

“Only for you”

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gottab3more · 7 months

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welcome, cool folks (and cameron)! call me charlie (or nuwanda, if you’re up to it). i’m 17, and a junior at hellton academy. trans ftm, he/him

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this is a roleplay account!! i noticed there weren’t many rp accounts for this fandom and charlie is so silly. i might do art for some of the asks if i have time :0

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set in an ambiguous time frame? will make references to modern culture. neil lives!!

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ask me anything! about my life, my friends, my amazing saxophone skills, etc.

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general guidelines: no nsfw asks pls! nsfw jokes are fine, but nothin creepy

ship related asks fine :)

other than that, i’ll do my best to answer everything

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blog run by @rrcenic

#what would charlie dalton do #charlie dalton #rrcenic #rp account #roleplay account #dps rp #dps #dead poets society #nuwanda #dead poets #dps fandom #charlie dalton dps

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dpsmusical · 3 years

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weird things on our dps musical doc

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forthemasses1789 · 2 years

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Unexpected Confessions-Neil Perry x Reader

Summary- One late night with Neil discussing the sights leads to a confession of feelings.

Word Count- 1.7k

Late nights in Welton Academy, lovingly nicknamed 'Hellton' by students and some staff (more specifically Mr. Keating), were typically spent studying, reading, sleeping, or sneaking out. Tonight however was a rare night, many students were able to take a night off of their usual schedule, so, many spent the night with friends, some sat in the study room catching up on homework or just quietly reading. Others went out for drinks or to go to a party, but Neil Perry and (Y/F/N)? They did something that no one else did, they went and laid out under the stars, discussing anything and everything they could think of.

" I never really took notice of how beautiful the stars are out here. I guess I was just, so busy with school that I never stopped-just for a second to see how beautiful they are, you know?" Neil stared up at the stars in the sky, a soft smile on his face as he admired its beauty, oblivious of the slight twinge of sadness that had bled into (Y/N)'s normally bright and beautiful smile.

"Yeah, I guess you were just" They hesitated slightly, reflecting on how this situation applied to them a little too perfectly, "too busy to notice." Neil continued to look up at the sky, but his smile faltered slightly at the slight sound of sadness in (Y/N)'s voice before he eventually continued. "Yeah I mean, the galaxy, the stars, it's just so crazy to think about how far away it all is, how our galaxy is endless, how our galaxy is part of a galaxy-" Neil stopped himself, laughing to himself slightly, and turning to (Y/N) before continuing "I mean just think about it, we are so small. This galaxy, this world, this planet, us. We are so insanely insignificant and small in the grand scheme of things. Isn't that crazy?"

"I-yeah but I think it's more scary than crazy. Don't you? Just think about it, everything you do, your biggest accomplishment, your proudest moment, every action you do is like the most minuscule ripple in the river you can think of. Its-it's awful to think about, feeling so insignificant, having no power, I hate it." Neil wasted no time in answering with the perfect rebuttal to (Y/N)'s answer, "No, I think it's liberating. Just- just listen to what I have to say, everything you do matters so little in the grand scheme of things. It's like what you said, it's the most minuscule ripple, so why should I worry about what I do? I should live life the way I want to, I should do what makes my soul happy and you know what, " With a wide grin on his lips, he stared directly into (Y/N)'s eyes, right before he brought his hands to his mouth, readying a yell. "Screw anyone who gets in the way of that! It's my life! I'll do what I want with it!"

Letting out a laugh he whooped, punching his hand into the air in celebration, it wasn't long before (Y/N) joined him, choosing to forget their relationship (and possibly existential) troubles and just enjoy their time with Neil. (Y/N)'s laughter filled the air as Neil pulled them up, "Come on!", he laughed excitedly, pulling them along as he started to run. His warm hand sat comfortably in (Y/n)'s, a welcome feeling that left butterflies in their stomach.

Neil practically dragged (Y/N) along, jogging slightly and throwing his arms up in the air, his carefree yells and whoops (one could even say yawps) of excitement echoed around them, blending perfectly with (Y/N)'s own shrieks of laughter and occasional cheers. Collapsing on the lush grass of Hellton Acamedy, their laughter didn't stop, only becoming slightly more breathless.

Turning towards (Y/N), Neil was blown away by their beauty, their hair was mused and their cheeks were slightly flushed from the laughing and yelling from before. Their eyes were squeezed shut, crinkling around the corners as a cheek hurting smile caressed their lips, one more laugh escaping them. Finally, their gaze met, Neil's deep brown eyes, and their own (Y/E/C), both gazes were filled with a mixture of euphoria, adoration, love, and longing, although both had a hard time seeing the last in the other.

When (Y/N) had looked over at Neil, the look in his eyes had sparked something in them, something that reminded them of what he had said before when they were discussing their place and size in the universe, they remembered clearly now, yes, they remembered quite clearly. Those words, those that sat in their head and began to fester, growing in strength, giving them strength, building up their confidence to finally say the words that they had wanted to say for months and months and months and, oh.

They thought of the words he had said proudly before filling their head, the words he had declared loudly into the deep black of night while staring into their eyes, "I should do what makes my soul happy." It was those words that had settled themselves inside their head and gave them the confidence to finally tell him, although, not in the best way, or in the way they probably would've liked.

Staring into Neil's eyes, they felt the words beginning to force their way out, pushing and clawing and finally making an escape.

"I love you, Neil." They had blurted it out with no care, the conversation they had before filling them with confidence, leaving no space to worry. They giggled slightly, turning and rolling onto their back, repeating what they said: "I love you, Neil, I love you so much and I have wanted to say that for so long." They laughed giddily, still feeling the adrenaline and happiness carousing through their body.

Neil stared at (Y/N), a look of shock seemingly permanently plastered on his face. A color similar to that of perfectly ripe strawberries made its way onto his cheeks, the confession digging deep into his mind and refusing to leave.

I told Neil, I finally told him that I love him!! Oh shit...WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO?!! While Neil was busy freaking out over their confession, (Y/N) had just realized what they had said, guess the adrenaline had finally worn off, huh? Realizing the situation, they began to spiral, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I-I don't know what I was thinking, I was just so happy and I remembered what you had said before about doing what makes your soul happy and I just blurted it out and," their eyes began to get glossy, tears brewing up in their eyes as the panic continued to grow in their chest, their heart beating faster and faster.

A continuous string of panicked apologies left their lips, and as they went on, it became increasingly more obvious to Neil that they weren't going to stop anytime soon, nor by any will of their own. They continued to apologize, completely unaware of the brown eyes boring into them. The, now seemingly endless, apologies continued to flood out of (Y/N)'s mouth, they had become completely senseless to the world around them, hyper fixated on what the actual fuck they had just said to Neil, their crush, and they just outright said it like an absolute idiot! He must hate them now and what if he tells the poets? He's not going to want to be my friend anymore, and he probably thinks I'm a freak, and oh god-

He grabbed onto their shoulders, facing their body towards him, however, they still refused to meet his gaze, “(Y/N)! Look at me, look at me.” He shifted one of his hands from their position on (Y/N)‘s shoulder and used it to gently tilt their face upwards, effectively making it so there was no way not to look at Neil.

"I love you." Neil stared intensely into (Y/N)'s eyes, which meant that he got to see firsthand the pure shock in their eyes at his words. He never let go of their face, letting them process the words, waiting patiently for them to regain their ability to form words again. Swallowing deeply, (Y/N) grabbed onto the hand that was cradling their cheek, "Y-you love me? As in, you love me the way I love you?"

He laughed, "Yes!" after those words a smile so big that it hurt appeared on (Y/N)'s face, sheer joy reflecting in their smile and eyes. They laughed, all signs of tears slowly disappearing from their eyes, and pulled Neil into a hug, burying their head into the crook of his neck. Immediately, they were enveloped by the smell of chocolate (for some reason), old books, and fireplace smoke (probably from the hours spent slaving over chemistry in the study hall) that was all so undeniably him.

Regretfully emerging from Neil's neck, they looked at each other with adoring expressions mirrored on one another's faces. Up close, (Y/N) could really see the little details in Neil's face, more specifically the little flecks of seemingly gold in his eyes, and the light freckles across his nose and cheeks that you would only see if you were looking for them, or if the sun shined just right. The little bit of hair that had fallen out of place and into his eyes was practically begging for them to fix it, and without even realizing it, they had lifted their hand up and tucked it behind his ear.

The hand lingered, barely touching his skin, both of their breaths were bated, hyper-aware of their proximity to one another, trying to dictate what move will be made next. Neil moved first, leaning in slightly, enough so that they would be able to move away if they wanted to. His hand came to gently rest on their hip, both moving closer until finally, their lips connected.

The kiss was short but sweet, both reveling in each other's presence. (Y/N) felt Neil smile against their lips, happiness practically leeched from one another, months of longing, lingering glances, and touches had finally reached their end, the question of where their relationship status was at now did not need to be answered.

Reluctantly separating, they looked at one another, bright smiles adorning their faces. (Y/N) laughed quietly, a realization making itself known to them, "You know that this means that Charlie wins the bet, right?"

"Shit."

A/N-Oh. My. GOD. I have been procrastinating on this fic for AT LEAST a week. I'M SO HAPPY I MANAGED TO FINISH IT. I know it's not my best, but still! Can't get better if you don't keep trying, right? Anyway, I have been sent a request which will be the next fic to come, as always if you have any requests, please send them through! Even if you didn’t like the story, please let me know if you like my writing style or have any suggestions for getting better. My writing is not perfect, and I would love to be given the opportunity to advance my skills. Have a wonderful day!

#dead poets society #neil perry x reader #dead poets society x reader #fanfic #fanfcition #fanfic writer

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years

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The Exchange Student~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

D- Steven Meeks falling for a “cold” looking exchange student and getting jealous of her male friends.

- Welton isn’t exactly known for its exchange students. It’s highly selective: only the best of the best; or the richest of the richest, are welcome and of those few, most have been going to the school since they were young. So it isn’t everyday that the academy suddenly has a bunch of new faces.

- And yet, here you were, along with a few of your friends and other students; though transferring wasn’t exactly your choice. Your old school was closing down so all of its students were forced to find a new academy to go to; which meant you landed in Welton along with all the other kids whose parents preferred it.

- Because you would be joining the school in a somewhat abnormal way, the headmaster held an assembly to explain the situation to the rest of the students. That’s where Meeks first saw you.

- The minute his eyes land on you, he finds himself unable to look away. He spends the rest of the introduction glancing over at and admiring you, unable to believe that someone like you is going to be attending a place like Hellton.

- Meeks has always been bad with girls but there’s something else about you that makes him terrified to talk to you. You have a ...how you say, resting bitch face?

- Oh yes, there’s no doubt about your good looks but the icy demeanor that you give off is what really makes him nervous. He doesn’t find it unattractive; not in the slightest, but it does make you seem far less approachable, and when you’re a nerd like him, the last thing you believe you can do is talk to an unapproachable girl.

- So, even though the whole Carpe Diem lesson is constantly running through his mind, he can’t bring himself to talk to you. You’re so cool and tough in this feminine sort of way and he’s, well, him. You wouldn’t be interested, he knows you wouldn’t be, so he admires you from afar.

- He watches you with your clique, wishing that he could know you like they do. But there’s one person in particular who he wishes he could be.

- It’s a boy, of course it’s a boy, one you’re very close to and never seem to be far away from for long. The two of you are always sitting next to each other, always talking, always touching, and the boy makes you smile, this small, radiant smile that he’s never seen you make for anyone else.

- He’s your boyfriend. Sure, Steven doesn’t know that for sure, but he has to be. He’d be surprised if he wasn’t, what with the way the two of you act around each other. And the thought of you being taken dampens his mood for the rest of the week.

- But then something amazing happens. You’re sitting with your group of friends and the boy leans over and kisses another girl. Steven watches as you look over and roll your eyes, miming playful disgust at your other friends, and it’s then that he realizes that there’s absolutely nothing but friendship between you and the boy.

- And sure, you could have a boy back in your home town that would probably kill him if he so much as looked at you but for right now, for right now you’re single and the thought brings him more joy than he could have ever imagined.

- He tries so hard to gather up the courage to talk to you but he just can’t do it, even as he sees you warming up to people and acting sweet. He can’t shake the irrational fear that he’ll humiliate himself and lose every chance that he has with you.

- He’s definitely thought of doing the whole secret admirer thing but he doesn’t think that his poetry; or anything that he could write, would be good enough to woo you.

- You start to take notice of the red head sort of at random. There’s still very few girls at Welton, and you are an exchange student, so you think nothing of it when you first catch him looking. You’re used to people staring at you and though you certainly aren’t a huge fan, you’ve learned to live with it. It could be worse, right?

- But there’s something different about the way that he looks at you. It’s the way that he reacts mainly. The way his ears turn red and his eyes widen before his face shoots down to look at his paper whenever you catch him. The way he sporadically glances up to see if you’re still watching.

- He’s shy, cute, ...and absolutely in love with you; or at least the idea of you. And you know what? You think that he’s cute too, so you certainly don’t mind whenever you see him staring.

- Although, you’re starting to get a little tired of it. You’ve been waiting to see if he’d approach you, in fact, you’d been hoping that he would, but it seems like if anything is going to happen between you, you’re going to have to take the initiative.

- So, you just go up to him. You give him your friendliest little smile and say hello, asking about the little doohickey that you saw him tinkering with along with his friend; just to show him that you’d been watching him too and to get him talking about something that he’d undoubtedly love to discuss/explain.

- It works. Of course it works, Meeks is at his best while talking about academics so the two of you spend the next half an hour talking about his radio. Your conversation only ends because you’ve got to get to your next class.

- So, the two of you say goodbye and you give him a smile, telling him that it was nice talking to him and to not hesitate to come up to you. He smiles and nods shyly, giving you a wave as you walk away.

- And there he is, sitting in a sort of disbelief, wondering if he really just spoke with you for that long and realizing that he is completely in love.

#steven meeks headcanons #steven meeks headcanon #steven meeks imagine #steven meeks x reader #steven Meeks imagines #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #80s movie imagines #dead poets society imagines #dead poets society headcanon #dead poets society imagine #dead poets society headcanons

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mauvefayette6 · 3 years

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Hello! I've been reading stuff on your Tumblr for like the past few days and I really like your works:) could I request a one shot?

The thing is, I've been listening to Wildest dreams by Taylor Swift A LOT lately and it gave me an idea for a one shot where Y/n is a part of the Dead Poets Society whether as a sister of Neil or just a Welton student. She and Charlie have a romance similar to the one Wildest dreams is about. The storyline goes according to the movie so Neil dies, Keating is fired, Charlie is kicked out of the school. Y/n's parents decide that it's going to be better if they move her to a different school and so they do and she loses contact with Charlie but they promise each other to meet again. And so a few years later they meet in some unexpected way or in a place they wouldn't expect to meet and they're happy.

I'm sorry if that's too much but I can't get this idea out of my head

Wildest Dreams (Charlie x fem!Reader)

this was a request! i hope you enjoy it!

MASTER LIST

It was 1955, it was your Freshman year and your brother Neil Perry went to Welton Academy. Your education wasn't as valued as Neil's so you were homeschooled. That's until with lots of convincing from your mother your father allowed you to go to Welton, as long as you were up to par to Neil and nothing lower.

So now you and Neil were both Freshman's and you were new to Welton Academy. You stayed close to your brother, you looked at the school and were amazed and just how amazing it was and how eager you were to learn.

"Neil, who is this?" A tall brunette boy asked looking at you.

"My sister," Neil smiled at the boy.

"You have a sister? How didn't we know?" Another boy this time he had ginger hair.

"She was homeschooled until now, she's a little Freshman," Neil laughed and his friends laughed too.

"Welcome to Hellton," a dark hair boy smiled and you felt your face heat up, "the names Charlie Dalton." He extended his hand for you to shake which you did.

Neil chuckled and rolled his eyes, "leave my sister alone Charlie." Charlie looked at Neil offendedly and shook his head.

"I'm just being friendly, she looks nervous." Neil rolled his eyes.

"That's Meeks, Pitts, Knox, and Cameron," Neil said pointing at them and you nodded waving at them.

You became close to Neil's friend group seeing how much fun they all had together and how they've known each other since the start of Welton.

You of course made your own little friend group and would often hang out with them. But Neil's friends were your number one group and always the people you invited to events with you.

It was now your Junior year. There was a new English professor that you liked very much and admired the way he taught and how different it was to how all the other teachers taught at the school.

There was also a new addition to the friend group, Todd Anderson. You really liked Todd, he truly was one of a kind.

You and Neil's friend were all out in the field chatting and laughing when Neil excused himself. He left with Todd somewhere "top secret" to which you laughed at.

Then Knox left because "he had some studying to do" along with Cameron who was to help him with the studying. Then Pitts and Meeks left because they had to finish their radio, you were kind of annoyed that they all left.

Now it was just you and Charlie, you unexplainably had a little crush on him, you didn't anticipate for it but it came anyways.

The way Charlie had with words and expressions, not to mention his good looks and gorgeous smile. You of course were going to fall for him, all your friends liked one person in Neil's friend group.

You didn't know when it started, it could've been that first day of school when you were lost in that huge school and Charlie helped you to class.

Or it could've been that time in your extracurricular activity when you had no idea what to do and Charlie helped you out.

Or when a boy broke your heart for the first time and Charlie threw a mini party to cheer you up with the rest of the gang.

It could've been any of those times, or it could've just been his smile and the way he looks at you when Neil says something dumb. Or how when something dumb or unexplainable happens and you two look at each other and burst out laughing.

Or the amounts of inside jokes you two had with each other.

You were unsure but now that you and Charlie were alone, you felt yourself getting nervous. You two were sat in silence, it wasn't an awkward silence but it also wasn't a nice peaceful silence.

"You like Mr. Keatings class?" He asked breaking the silence, you smiled and nodded.

"He isn't like any other teacher here in Welton," you smiled and he nodded.

"I always look forward to going to his class, it's always nice to not have the same things shoved down your throat, right?" He smirked.

Oh that smirk, how you loved it. You smiled and nodded. You looked at the grass avoiding his look. You heard him get up and walk in front of you. You looked up and saw he had his hand extended for you to grab. You gave him a questioning look but he just smiled. You grabbed it and he helped you up, he began walking your hand in his as you followed.

"Where are we going?" You asked as he guided you deeper into the woods.

"That's a surprise. You'll love it." He winked, you two continued the walk in silence, this time it was peaceful. The only sound was the birds and the crunch of the leaves on the floor.

Soon enough you two arrived near a waterfall. It was kind of cold but so nice. Charlie sat down with a smile, you sat next to him as you two watched the water fall. It wasn't loud it was just so nice to listen to.

"I come here often, I really like it here." He smiled closing his eyes. This was a new side of Charlie, one you haven't seen before.

"How did you find it?" You asked looking at him with eyes of adoration.

"Stumbled upon it when I was walking, been coming here ever since," he smiled looking at you.

You two looked at each other, his eyes were a deep dark brown, they were soft and kind. Eyes can tell you so much about a person, it tells you their life story. His eyes weren't tired, they were soft and kind. They were welcoming and beautiful.

You felt yourself leaning in towards him as your eyes closed. He was leaning in too tilting his head slightly, before you knew it you two were kissing in perfect sync.

You couldn't believe it, you were kissing Charlie Dalton, Neil's best friend, your brothers best friend.

Charlie pulled away resting his forehead on yours with a smile. You felt your face heating up as you smiled at him. He caressed your cheek, he pecked your lips after that with a small laugh.

"I like you, I know I shouldn't. You're Neil's sister but I just can't help these feelings..." He mumbled turning away from you.

"I like you too Charlie, I like you so much," you placed your hand on his cheek causing him to look at you. You leaned in and kissed him again this time slower.

"We can keep this on the down low for a little, I want to warm Neil to the idea of me and you being together," he whispered smiling.

"Does this mean..." You muttered and he smiled and nodded.

"Want to be my girlfriend?" He smiled and you nodded hugging him tightly.

It went like that for what felt like a week, you and Charlie would sneak to the waterfall and enjoy each others presence, dancing and singing.

"I'm going to audition for Puck," your brother told you as you and him were walking. You two never really had time together just you two.

"Really?" You smiled, you always knew how much Neil adored to act.

"Yeah, I'm not telling father... I know he'll disagree with it..." He frowned and you gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Charlie and I are dating..." You said and he looked at you in surprise before smiling.

"I always knew you two would end up together,” he smiled bringing you in for a tight hug.

“If he breaks your heart he is dead,” he laughed ruffling your hair. “Overprotective brother mode in action.” He winked.

“Oh yeah like he’d actually try and hurt me,” you rolled your eyes and he shrugged.

“I’ve known Charlie my entire life (Y/n), I know him.” He shook his head playfully.

“If he does then we’ll both fight him. I see no issue really.” You two laughed.

It was the day of the play, you weren’t aware that your father and Neil had gotten i to an argument a day before the play.

“He’ll do amazing,” you smiled at Charlie. The rest of the poets were in the restroom fixing their hair and preparing themselves.

Soon enough the poets left the restroom laughing and cheering. You all were going to the exit when you noticed a blonde girl looking around the school snow on her hair.

“Who is that?” You said making the Poets all turn, Knox looked confused.

“Chris?” He said walking towards her she said something that you couldn’t quite understand.

“Let’s go,” you said making the poets walk outside the school and to Mr. Keating’s car where he drove you all to the play.

It was beautiful, seeing Neil on stage, he really did have the gift.

“He’s good, he’s really good.” Charlie smiled and you nodded excitedly.

It was near the end when everyone cheered, the Poets all did their barbaric yawps and you laughed. It was beautiful, everyone began to walk out as you saw Neil, and your father.

“Neil?” You shouted walking to them your heart pounding.

“(Y/n) (M/n) Perry! How dare you not tell me Neil was in this play!” Your father shouted grabbing you by the arm along with grabbing Neil’s arm.

“Neil! You have the gift!” Mr Keating shouted before your father intervened.

“Stay away from my children Mr. Keating,” he said glaring at him. You looked at Charlie with frightened eyes, “get in the car!”

You opened the door getting in followed by Neil as you two sat in silence. Your father drove all the way there without a word or even looking at you two. His silence was scarier then his anger.

You got out the car walking towards the house as your father angrily opened the door. Your mother was there a cigarette in her mouth as you all walked in. That’s when your father began to shout at Neil. You rushed upstairs to your room, knowing that is what your father wanted you to do.

You could hear Neil and your father arguing as you quietly sobbed to yourself. You wished Charlie was by your side hugging and comforting you.

The house went quiet as you heard Neil enter his room, you crept your way to his room quietly knocking on his door.

He opened it and looked you in the eyes hugging you, you hugged him back tears falling from your eyes. He patted your head then kissed your forehead.

“Go sleep, I’ll be okay,” he whispered you nodded wiping away the tears as you walked to your bedroom. You laid on your bed and cried yourself to sleep.

It was around four o’clock when you heard your parents screaming. You rushed your way to the basement of the house, you saw your mom sobbing as your Father sobbed.

“What happened…?” You asked getting close to them when you saw Neil.

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t feel anything. Before you knew it you were running, you didn’t know where.

You ran up to Charlie’s dorm knocking on the door, he opened the door and saw you. You hugged him tightly sobbing in his arms.

“Dead…” you whispered, “Neil’s dead.” You sobbed feeling your legs grow weaker you fell to the floor. Charlie began to cry holding you tightly, he walked you to his bed, Cameron woke up and saw you sobbing in Charlie’s arms.

After a while of Charlie attempting to console you, you had fallen asleep.

Charlie saved you the pain and told the poets the news. Todd took it the hardest, thank the universe you weren’t there to witness Todd’s breakdown.

The school did a terrible job at “honoring” Neil’s death, all they did was talk about Neil’s academics. Neil was misunderstood.

Mr. Keating was fired soon after, you took that the hardest knowing Mr. Keating had nothing to do with Neil’s death.

“I’m being expelled,” Charlie frowned looking you in the eyes.

“My parents are taking me out of Welton, I’m going to Oregon,” you frowned feeling tears fall from your eyes. “The last thing I wanted to do was leave you Charlie, I need you now more then ever.” You hugged him sobbing into his shoulder as he cried.

“Say you’ll remember me,” you whispered your forehead on his as he nodded.

You wished you two could’ve stayed like this forever but before you knew it you were being escorted out of the school luggage in your hands by your father.

It was now 1965, and you were 23 years old now. You graduated from Harvard in 1963. You had never forgotten Charlie Dalton, you two for a while exchanged letters until your father discovered it and forbid you from ever sending another letter.

You moved to California with your best friend in 1964 and were now employed. You gave up hope of ever finding Charlie, and gave up on love. You had sent a letter to Charlie after moving out but never got a message back after that.

You were in a park near a lake admiring it when you saw someone that looked a lot like Charlie. They also noticed you and gave you a confused look. You stood up and neared the familiar figure.

“Charles Dalton?” You said nearing him, you saw his expression brighten as he hugged you and spun you around.

“I found you!” He smiled hugging you, you sobbed into his chest as you hugged him tighter.

“What are you doing here?” You asked wiping away the tears as he chuckled.

“Call me silly but I’m in a band, I play the saxophone now.” He smiled.

“Why didn’t you answer my letter?” You asked a tone of hurt in your voice.

“I moved, I moved to San Francisco. I had to escape my parents,” he frowned caressing your cheek.

“Do you talk to any of the poets?” You asked and he shook his head sadly.

“I lost contact with them a few years ago. Lats I heard Meeks and Pitts went to Yale and Todd went to the local University.” He frowned and you cried a little bit more.

You two reconnected and talked about how life was and how you two were doing and feeling. It was a beautiful reconnection, you two fell in love with each other all over again.

You never really fell out of love with Charlie, you never hated Charlie and saw being able to be with him was everything to you.

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There’s A Time For Daring - 1

charlie dalton x fem!reader [post events of the movie]

word count: 1.7k

warning: allusions to sex / slight sexual harrassment? drinking, mentions of neil’s suicide, horrible parents

Charlie couldn’t help but emit a low growl as his vomit-inducing, picture-perfect, high-society mother and father, whom he despised, prodded him towards the expansive front entrance of Nealson Preparatory School located in southern Vermont. His fuschia-lipped, cakey-faced mother, Cynthia Dalton, was a well-dressed, dignified housewife by day and charming socialite by night; she was particularly harsh as she trampled his pen-stained oxfords with her spearish kitten heels. His eyes shot daggers at the snow-strewn path below, a familiar fire burning in his core.

There were many things Charlie was tempted to furiously spit out at his parents, but instead, he managed to keep his jaw clamped shut, his pearly whites digging into the light pink of his lips hard enough to draw blood. No matter what he shouted, cried, pleaded, they wouldn’t budge. They never would. And it was infuriating.

“Charles! Being expelled from such a prestigious school is no laughing matter, young man. That school cost us quite the pretty penny! How dare you defy the rules to the extent of expulsion. It’s disgraceful, and I will tolerate it no longer!” Charlie’s mother shrieked, furious tears smudging the thick mascara that coated her eyelashes.

“You’ll be shipped off to Nealson Preparatory School in February, and if I hear so much as a single mention of your name not followed with overwhelming compliments, you can expect nasty, nasty consequences! Go pack your things, you’ll be staying with Aunt Barbara until the first of February finally arrives!” The rims of Charlie’s brown eyes stung with anger, frustration, and furthest down, sadness. He was diminished to nothing but an image-ruiner to his mother. The person who was supposed to love him, protect him, save him from the horrors of this hell called Earth.

Mr. Dalton silently observed the boisterous outburst from his expensive leather armchair across the den, a glass of strong, half-drunk whiskey in his palm. Charlie couldn’t bear to see their despicable faces any longer, and as his body felt no longer under his control, stomped up the stairs in a huff, rapidly swiping away the glassy tears spilling from his eyes. Thoughts of running away, escaping it all, flooded his unstable mind. ‘I get why you did it, Neil. I really do. But did you have to go so soon?’

But instead of lingering on the image of Neil any longer, he hastily threw his bare necessities into his suitcase, which was still covered in an array of Welton Academy stickers.

The grounds of Nealson were unsurprisingly well-maintained; it reminded him a lot of Welton. The impeccably manicured lawns, gleaming, icy blue lake, the gothic stone arches and pillars. It was eerily similar to Hellton, even down to the ice-cold blanket of snow coating the distant rolling hills. It’s beautiful, Charlie thought, surveying the slow sprinkling of snow, No, it’s hideous.

Before he could fully vomit at the vile grounds of his new school, his parents fiercely shoved him inside the Headmaster’s dingy office, politely taking the vacant mahogany seats beside him. Charlie couldn’t be bothered to listen to a word his parents said with pearly white smiles, which were no doubt tooth-rotting, sugar-coated lies about the real reason he was expelled over a month prior.

He knew that they couldn’t just be transparent and tell the Headmaster that he had socked the utterly vile Richard Cameron’s face in (rightfully so, in his opinion), or that he was a star member of the infamous Dead Poets Society, or that he had gone to the extreme lengths to stage a phone call from none other than God himself. It didn’t work like that.

His mother’s cheeky, artificial voice sounded precisely the same as it always had: carefully rehearsed and slathered with naivety. Seemingly without hesitation, the catty woman could deflect any less-than-pleasant questions or insinuations about her “golden role-model” son, who’s admittedly “a little misguided at times”.

The new headmaster seated across from him appeared to be around the same age as Mr. Nolan, which, as far as Charlie was concerned, was older than the Cretaceous period at least. His pale-as-a-ghost skin was wrinkled and paper-thin; his patchy, gelled side-swept hair was (very obviously) dyed a deep, midnight black, reminiscent of an off-brand Elvis.

Charlie’s ears continued to mute the awkward conversation happening amongst him, his focus instead shifting around to the various awards and certificates lining the ivory walls. They all seemed so phony; ‘Best Headmaster- 1947-1959’, ‘Nealson Academy: Exceeds Expectations’. The Headmaster had even framed his high school superlative: ‘Voted Most Likely to Succeed’. What a pathetic-

In a swift blur, his parents rose from their seats, his mother clutching her magenta purse with matching pursed lips. Charlie was handed a hefty, stapled packet packed full of school rules and guidelines with a denture-toothed smile from Headmaster ‘Campbell’. This’d make some decent kindling, he thought as he yanked the packet from his clammy clutches, leafing through its pages with a smirk, this garbage’s almost laughable.

A syncopated rhythm of raps on the door, followed by a gravelly, ‘come in', presented his new dorm escort. His chauffeur just so happened to be you, the accomplished and universally admired student body president in the same grade as the newcomer. You were dutifully donning Nealson’s horrendous uniform: a crisp, white button-up accented with a blue and silver tie was topped with a depressing grey sweater vest. An equally loathsome pleated skirt concealed your thighs, and your ankles were shielded from the chilly February air with black crew socks.

You extended your perfectly manicured, soft hand out to your brand-new peer with a yearbook-worthy smile, introducing, “Hi. Welcome to Nealson, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You swore you heard the brunette mutter something disrespectful under his breath, but nonetheless, he, rather unprofessionally, shook your hand with an eye roll. Things between the two of you were not starting off the way you hoped, but you were determined to make a good impression. The best impression possible.

“Charlie Dalton,” he replied with a mischievous smirk. The brunette standing in front of you reeked of cigarettes, and there was the slightest smell of cheap beer clinging to his clothes. His brown hair was messy, springing out in every direction, despite the water furiously combed through it. His eyes glinted with rebellion, a look so alluring yet dangerous.

“I’ll be showing you to your dorm, which you’ll sleep in for the remainder of the year.” Since Dalton was starting in February, he only had five months of studying before long-awaited senior year. Mr. Campbell waved the two of you off, and with that, you trekked towards the Boys’ wing, Dalton sauntering at your side.

The walk through the main corridor was silent and awkward. You had tried to enchant him with fun facts about Nealson and its (extensively selective) history, much to his obvious boredom and dismay. His umber eyes glazed the walls, uninterested in the decor. His mind seemed to be elsewhere, but for all you knew, it could be on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

After a while of treading through the high-ceilinged corridors illuminated with fleeting pale rays of sunlight, the boy next to you made no attempt to hide him drawing designs up and down your body.

“I’ve never been to a school with both boys and girls,” he drawled with a smirk. “Do things ever get exciting around here?”

You shook your head no while indiscreetly tugging down the hem of your skirt uncomfortably, and he said, “Do you think you’d maybe wanna spend the night with me in my dorm? Make sure I’m all settled in?”

Your whole body, from head to toe, froze. The audacity of this… creep! Your tongue poked, nearly stabbed, the back of your teeth, wanting to unleash a select few words to the disgusting Dalton beside you. But alas, if he were to tell anyone of your fiery wrath, you’d be demoted from class president faster than you could explain what really happened. It’s a corrupt system, sure, but even with the power that comes with such a title, there was no way to mend it.

Eventually, while you were wrapped up in the furies of your mind, Dalton revealed a small, autographed golf ball from his trousers pocket and began throwing it up and down above his head casually with every step.

“Can you not?” you snapped at the chestnut-haired boy after he tossed the sphere up and down again in an arch. “Don’t wanna get in trouble on your first day, do you?”

“You think this’ll get me in trouble? Have a little fun, it won’t kill you. I promise.” Dalton turned his gaze towards you, an annoyed but smug grin painted on his lips. He slowly tossed the golf ball to your hands, intending for you to catch it. However, the small ball evaded your grasp, instead bouncing around the hardwood floors below you, creating a series of loud, reverberating thunks.

“You were supposed to catch it, you know,” Dalton teased, nonchalantly watching you chase after the rogue orb. After it was finally safe in your clutches, you stomped over to the no-good newbie, irritated.

“Nealson’s strict. They don’t let stuff like creating an awful lot of racket go unreprimanded.” You were seething; red-hot blood pumped through your veins. Dalton didn’t look anything but utterly amused.

“Wow, you’re just about one of the biggest suck-ups I’ve seen in a while.”

“A what?” you growled.

“A suck-up. A rule-following poster child of excellence? A bratty, know-it-all? Anything along those lines?” He sputtered insults so nonchalantly, it made your blood boil and eyes sting.

“You better watch it, Dalton. I don’t know who you think you are-”

“I’m the best thing that’s happened to this school, by the looks of it.”

You had nothing left to say to this conceited shuck of a boy who really thought that he was all that and a side of fries. Well he wasn’t! Not in the slightest! And if his first day of classes wouldn’t drill it into him, you would.

The rest of the walk was pin-drop silent and tense. No more fun facts about Nealson escaped your downturned lips, just the light patting of his beat-up oxfords and your pristine mary-janes on the polished wood floor. The hallways seemed more depressing than usual, their framed portraits and condensated windows didn’t fill you with the motivation that you came to expect.

After finally arriving at the boys’ dormitories, you grumbled, “well, this is it. Have a swell life, Dalton.”

“Right back at ya, Y/L/N. Let’s hope this isn’t the last time we meet.” He gave you a cheeky wink before slamming the door in your face.

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Live Action Fullmetal Alchemist Pt 2: Winry

OK, it appears tumblr will let me edit a draft again (yay!) So I can go ahead and quickly edit this post I made long ago, before this corona situation, when I was just...so happy...all of the time.

Anyway, it starts out with meeting a villain

So like, I don’t want to step on the toes of one of the biggest and most highly regarded fandoms but Lust wears more clothes than Envy and only seduced one idiot and yet her defining trait is that she’s Lust?

Just seems like she could’ve been more lusty.

And yeah she’s the first to die so it’s not like she had much time, but like, is she Lust just because she’s a lady with boobs? Boobs make you Lust? I see boobs every time I look in a mirror, and I’m pretty sure I’ve worn less clothes than lust on multiple occasions and I am a very prudish person. Whatever, that said, lets get to the good stuff, that’s right, it’s a train, this is what we’re all here for, step aside, Lust and your boobs, we want that good train action.

Damn look at that train. Look at that good train.

Last we left off, Al was cleaning up the mess Ed made, although I’m pretty sure in the anime, Ed could easily fix this stuff in like half a second. But in the movie, they removed that particular alchemy superpower and just kind of leave the town wrecked and go “sorry guys, we’re gonna just leave it like this so we can hold it over Ed later, sorry about the fruit stand. We gotta get realllll catty with my older brother.”

Which is when we introduce Winry.

So like...you can’t really tell from here but they decided to put rivets on everything Winry wears and that’s about all we have here to make her into the Winry I recognize, and that’s OK. It’s OK they stepped away from blonde. They were just so completely exhausted after how many times they had to stick Ed’s braid back on that they just...gave up. However, she is absolutely wearing fake bangs. Just throwing that out there, it’s not a bad look, and I’m a little jealous of them, but no one has bangs like that naturally, as a person who tried Zooey Deschenel bangs for 6 years.

And also--I got a comment on the last post that apparently a lot of Ed’s hair is REAL and they dyed it for the movie. I don’t know which parts exactly, I feel very suspicious of The Braid, but...that is so unfortunate.

So, lets see what Ed’s been up to, considering he left about 5 minutes ago.

(read more under the cut)

Yeah. Just don’t think about it. Maps don’t exist in this movie. It’s a little rough coming from the anime which was pretty map heavy, but this movie says “nah” to maps. This map doesn’t exist. The whole thing where they were making a big alchemy circle out of Amestris? Not a thing anymore, don’t think about it.

Ed and his substitute Dad, Roy Mustang, are too busy fighting about Ed’s only motivation in this movie. This scene happened in the anime as well, and it was sort of different, but again this movie has to abridge a hell ton of content so this is what we got.

Enter, Hughes.

So Hughes is great. Easily one of the best characters in the anime, who only exists just to die, and they made him just as likeable in this movie. This actor was clearly really jazzed to play a soon to be dead Hughes and he did a great job. Course, it’s a pretty wacky Hughes, but that’s fine, this is a weirdly wacky movie.

Also now this guy is here.

(and sorry to let you all down but Ed’s Real Dad or Ed’s Real Dad’s Clone does not even appear in this movie. I know. You might be wondering...so what else is left when you remove...all of that...don’t worry. We’ll get there.)

General Hakuro, I had to look up, because I had completely forgotten who this tool was. But it didn’t really matter, because in their attempt to shorten the anime, Hakuro ends up taking the part of like 10 other people in the original. I mean yeah, you gotta edit, but I just didn’t expect all those people to be played by the part of Hakuro.

No one expects the twists to be honest, it’s...it’s really freakin weird.

Anyways, at least we get to enjoy some Hughes time before he kicks it and this actor will absolutely get his Hughes fill out of every line because he knows he’ll be dead by Act 2. Ah Hughes, the worst spy. I love Hughes. This movie did such a good Hughes.

Listen I know that Winry and Ed are BELOVED. But like, I didn’t feel it in the anime. Be aware of my shipping immunity--I am sort of stone cold and I haven’t really shipped any fictional couples in my entire life. I have to really get sold on a ship to go for a ship, it’s just my weird superpower to be immune to shipping. I’m weird.

But I totally get that Ed and Winry are very beloved and so if you ship it, that’s wonderful. All ships are welcome here. However, this is a very different Ed and Winry dynamic. They’re actually attracted to each other from the get go and their dialogue is playful and they sync up really well like a married couple. And, they do all that without having Ed ignore her until she’s about to die and without any awkward underboob sequences (which was actually very funny in the anime, I’m not gonna lie). And again, this is entirely personal preference, but they do the bare minimum and it worked for me way better than the anime had in 50+ episodes.

Maybe it’s not for everyone, this, again, is just personal preference but...you do not need to torture your female protagonist to turn her into a romantic interest, you just have to have your characters romantically interested in each other. That’s really it. That’s the science. Yet, so many shows refuse to do the bare minimum.

Bear in mind, we also cover Yugioh here, so I might just be getting excited to actually cover a legit romance in a recap for once in my life that isn’t laced with so many bodies/cursed paper cards.

Also, while I make jokes about the sister vibes in the recap--the movie totally dropped any indication that they had been raised in the same house for a while (unlike the anime, which liked to remind you a lot).

Meanwhile, the General is having a really great conversation with himself and it’s like...all over the place. Maybe it was a translation error but this dialogue was kind of a mess.

props to this actor for doing a really good “Oh no she stabbed me through the head!” face. I imagine this face was half his audition. It’s good.

Anyways, as this guy gets eaten alive, Gluttony’s shadow reveals it has a hellton of teeth coming out of it’s stomach. I remember these teeth being a really neat reveal in the anime because it was like halfway through the series, but like, I think this movie kinda expects you to have already seen the anime, so they didn’t really bother hiding this.

Don’t worry we get to see real CGI teeth later and it is *bad*

By bad I mean really good.

Anyways, if you’re new here, I freakin love prop food and I will always take like a good minute to admire any food that is on set.

Like it’s pretty blurry but I’m pretty sure there’s two soups and two salads. Maybe they just decided to raid the actor’s buffet table for this scene but it’s just a really random assortment and also a really huge ass buffet for like 4 people since Al doesn’t eat.

Hughes’ cute girl was written out of the script but I don’t blame them because wow how many bad child actors do you need? That does mean we don’t get the sweet scene of Hughes pulling out his gun at a children’s birthday party, but this movie does have to end at some point so yes, the cute child antics got cut.

Much like moooooost of the people in this cast. At this point I’m just accepting it and moving forward.

Anyway, here’s a link you can click to read all of these in chrono order. There’s just 2 of them. I only have 2 left before I actually have to start watching this movie again so...hopefully by then I’ll...be better adjusted from this quarantine burn out I’ve been dealing with.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/FMA/chrono

#FMA #Fullmetal Alchemist #FA #recaps #photo recaps #Fullmetal Alchemist the live action movie #winry #winry rockbell #I think was her last name don't quote me #ed elric #al elric #hughes #roy mustang #hawkeye #so much anime food #I'm so glad the cheese continues to be in every show we watch #give me that cheese tray #train

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