#boy oh boy I wonder what Neil is doing on this fine day

[trainwrecksys]

#boy oh boy I wonder what Neil is doing on this fine day #on the 13th of April #I wonder if he may be #perhaps #banging out the tunes

[weird-an]

Christmas sucks, because the Camaro is cold.

Billy watches his breath form little clouds. That's the only reason. He's got everything he needs right here. A blanket, a book and a bottle of his best friend Jack. Maybe he'd like a cookie, it's the holidays after all, but he's got to stay in shape anyway and can't give Neil a reason to push him around some more.

There's a knock on his window. It's a tall man with a beard and glasses, wearing an ushanka.

"I know what you're doing, boy."

"What the fuck, dude?" Billy frowns. Christmas sucks, because the wrong people won't leave him alone. There's a little kid inside him that's scared. Scared of strangers, scared of men that are even taller than his dad.

"You're plotting something. I know, I know, they build that fancy ass Starcourt mall, the peak of capitalism and you'd just like to take it down, right?"

Billy blinks. Wonders if he's half asleep already, caught in some weird fever dream. "What?"

The guy laughs. "Sorry, that was just a test."

"A test," Billy echoes. Are there any normal people living in Indiana? "For what?"

"To see if you're safe to talk to," the man says if Billy is the biggest idiot missing the most obvious thing in the world.

It doesn't make any sense to him. Billy hasn't ever been safe, how would he know what that means? And why would a stranger care? He's probably crazy, the kid inside him whispers. He's bigger than Neil and crazy.

"You know, your car is really nice and all. But it's Christmas and you've been here for four days and..."

"Have you been watching me?" Billy sits up, clinging onto the little bit of rage lighting up inside him. It's warming him a little.

"The usual observation of unusual occurrences in the area my friends live in." The man shrugs. "I've got a warehouse in Sesser. It's warm."

"A what?" His rages gets overwritten by more confusion.

"There will be pirozhki." The man seems to think a moment. "You can invite Steve! You like Steve, right?"

The man has been watching him. Steve met him here two days ago. Did he seem them? God, Billy is such an idiot. Meeting at the quarry, thinking no one would see. Billy is so dead.

"It's fine," the man says. "You like Steve, I like Alexei."

"Who's that?" Billy asks. His head is dizzy, like he already drank that bottle of whiskey.

"My..." The guy pauses. "My Steve, I guess."

Oh. He never met anyone who was... like that. Like him. It's a comforting thought. Like a blanket. Billy probably shouldn't go to stranger's warehouses, but Christmas sucks - because the Camaro is cold and he'd really like not to be alone.

"I'll talk to Steve first," Billy says. He doesn't want to end up murdered in some place called Sesser.

The man nods. "It's good not to trust easy."

Billy snorts. Yeah, tell him about that. He wonders if he's about to spend Christmas with a crazy guy and his partner. And whatever pirozhki are.

"I don't even know your name."

"Murray."

Murray stretches out his hand.

"Billy."

Billy takes it.

#murray bauman #murray x alexei #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove ficlet #steve x billy #billy hargrove deserves better

[medusapelagia]

Harringrove Movember Day 2: First time at Therapy

written for @harringrovemovember

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove WT: therapy, panic attack Words: 1018

"I don't want to go." "Billy…" "I don't need to, ok? It's you that needs this shit, ok? I'm perfectly fine. I have a good job, Neil is out of my life, Max and Susan are doing great. Everything is perfect!" "Apart from me." "Apart from… what?! Hey, no! Don't make me say things that I didn't mean!" Billy turns toward Steve, ready to fight, because the fight it's all he has ever known. "Yeah, I'm the fucking psycho who needs therapy, right? You don't! Because you don't wake up in the middle of the night screaming bloody hell! You don't get mad when I eat the last cookie and you weren't the one that punched the fucking door instead of my head after we argued!" Billy's cheeks are red with shame and anger. He is fucking fine. If Steve wants to waste money going to therapy, that's fine, he will take more hours at the machine shop, but he will not sit in front of a stranger telling them his darkest secrets.

"What do you want me to say to your fucking therapist? The same shit you say? That a pack of dogs mauled me too? That I'm scared of the dark because I was robbed? This is bullshit, Steve! fucking bullshit!" Billy regrets his words as soon as they leave his mouth. Steve is trembling in front of him, clearly having an episode, and Billy can't even touch him because he knows that things will get only worse, so he tries to talk to him, and tries to drag him out of his nightmare with his voice. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry Steve. You are right. I'm damaged and I ruin everything I touch, but you are the only important thing in my life. Come back to me. Please. I'll do whatever you want. I'll come to therapy. I'll do whatever but please, please, come back to me. I beg you." Steve blinks a couple of times, surprised at finding himself kneeling on the floor "Billy?" he calls confused and scared. Billy rushes to his side, holding him so tight that he must hurt him but Steve doesn't complain. "I'm here, I'm here. You are ok." "What happened?" It breaks Billy's heart having to explain that they argued and Billy inadvertently triggered Steve's panic attack. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." "Billy." "Tell me." "Would you like to help me?" "Everything for you!" he agrees eagerly. "Come to therapy. With me." That's not on the table, Steve can't make him go and… "Ok… Ok. I'll come. For you."

Three days later they are sitting together in a little waiting area, in front of them is a man with some serious problem and a little girl with her mother. "Steve?" the therapist calls, and he gets up, smiling. "Hi, Andrea, this is Billy." "Oh, Billy! It's so nice of you to join us." Billy nods, shakes hands, and sits on the chair but says nothing at all, glaring at Steve and the woman on the other side who seems to be making small talk but keeps writing things on her little notebook. Does she know that everything Steve says is a lie? That there is an entire parallel dimension waiting full of monsters ready to kill them? "What do you say, Billy?" He jolts "Sorry?" "Steve was telling me that he is preoccupied because his needs are increasing and he doesn't want to be a burden to you. That's why I asked him if you could join our little chat." That's it? That's why Steve asked him to come? "He is not a burden." Billy quickly replies. "But he feels like it. Can you tell him what you said to me, Steve?" The boy nods but avoids Billy's eyes "I know that you're doing good, that everything in your life got better after Neil left but I… I feel like I'm holding you down. I feel that everything I do somehow makes you angry, or anxious and I wonder… I wonder if you would be better without me." Billy gets defensive "Do you want to break up with me?" Steve is still avoiding Billy, his eyes fixed on a stupid colorful poster, but his voice is wet when he whispers "I don't want to. I'm too egoistic to break up with you, even if I should. You would do so much better without me…" "That's what she said to you? Is it her that put those stupid ideas in your mind?!" Steve shakes his head "No, she… she tried to convince me that I deserved to be loved and that if you really loved me you would have done what is necessary to help me." Billy feels the hot blood in his veins turn suddenly cold "Tell me what do you need, baby. Tell me and I'll do it." Steve is crying, taking some tissues from the ugly pink container. "What Steve needs, Billy, is a safe environment, where he will feel that it is ok if he has a slip, that being a survivor comes with survivor's guilt, and that if he will ever feel like that you'll be there for him. Can you support him? Can you put your personal stuff away and dedicate yourself to him?" the woman asks with her plastic smile. Billy's hot blood would have answered that yes, of course, he is! He is his fucking boyfriend, he loves him and they have been through so many things together… But that would be his pride talking. The truth is that he doesn't have the tools to help Steve and he must admit it. "I… I would do everything for him. I would like to be anything he needs but…" Steve trembles and Billy obliges himself to finish the sentence before he gets too scared "But I think I need some help too." Steve turns toward him, eyes full of tears and astonishment. Andrea finally closes her little notebook and gives him a smile, a real one this time "I have a colleague who will be more than happy to help you."

#Harringrove Movember #Harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things fanfiction #tumblr prompt #billy x steve #medusapelagia

[ad-hawkeye]

got hit by the artem truck out of nowhere and now that he’s jumped to my favorite rn i was wondering if you had any card stories you would recommend(recent or old is fine if you answer this)

Come On In To The Artem Truck

oh gosh! oh uh, okay okay okay! i got this! i got YOU! pulling out the tot app for this. my recommendations are below. bolded cards are my absolute favorites, but the rest are cards that while not my favorites, are very good and do have important relevance to artem or his future cards. also worth noting, these are only cards on global. i plan on making a list of future card recommendations soon! i think i talk about a few on this blog as well!

any cards not on this list aren't awful per say, just not as good or important - in my opinion, anyways!

BASE GAME CARDS (RECOMMENDATIONS)

loving memories (SSR): showcases pre development artem well. good neil lore. the haunted house also gets mentioned again in future cards.

focus fire (SR): good neil and artem lore. not exactly groundbreaking or anything, but i think it's worth a watch.

sparks (SR): you'll be seeing a lot of bold early on. sparks is a classic and favorite of many people. recommended.

in sickness or in health (SR): the og. this made me an artem stan.

autumn dreams (SR): while not a "must watch" imo, it is very cute and worth it if you have the time. also the final card art is artem's background on his tablet (you can see it on artem's tablet skill item)

thin veil (SR): paywalled but up on youtube. this is a MUST watch. introduces mockingbird and artem's whole deal with movies. also artem sucks at hand crafts and its a treat to watch him panic

unusual love (SSR): paywalled but up on youtube. this one is just rly fun to watch. it's fake dating AND angst! fun fun.

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EVENTS (RECOMMENDATIONS)

lost gold: just. lost gold. love artem's route so much. also if rosa tries to use her little gun, it references artem teaching her how to shoot in focus fire.

artem's first birthday event: this one is so cute! recommend.

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EVENT BANNER CARDS (RECOMMENDATIONS)

entwined fate (SSR): yeah you saw this one coming. it sets up a lot of stuff for the artemrosa dynamic. also it's just very cute AND you get amazing neil and artem angst! for what is probably the last time ever!

dreamful melodies (SSR): artem is so deeply pathetic and incompetent in this. please watch it <3

fixated on you (SR): very cute and one of my personal favs! marks a shift in their dynamic towards them being good friends AND has artem sucking at art

wandering heart (SSR): one of the classics. artem tricks rosa into eating some shitty chocolate to make her laugh and feel better.

two hearts as one (SSR): artem cries in this one and it's great!

sunshine after the rain (SSR): i just wrote a whole block of text about this one and it's one of my favorites. trust in meeee

winning ball (SR): not groundbreaking but watching artem talk about his absentee father is always a win in my book

eternal yearning (1st anniversary SSR): well yeah this one is a requirement for reasons. it's very good! i wouldn't say it was life changing but they do get together here and it's very nice imo.

new skies (SSR): i like this one a lot. playful artem makes a reappearance and the ending is super cute

masquerade passion (SR): love this one a lot!! this is also a classic artemrosa card, imo. its very in character and also includes theater boy artem again. cant go wrong with that!

paired blessings (SSR): this one is honestly a little boring, but they go back to the temple from entwined fate and talk about life and stuff. also worth a watch!

heart listener (SR): this one references loving memories! artem also heavily relates to the kid they have to babysit who is struggling with busy borderline absentee parents.

the weeds (SSR): probably one of artem's better au cards, which is why it's making it on this list. this is the one to watch if ur in an au mode.

day and night (SSR): this one isnt my favorite but it's his second bday card and does have some interesting stuff in it, me thinks. worth a watch.

#asks #anon #tears of themis #artem wing #i hope this helps!!!!!!!!!!!

[toolazytodecide]

Hey! I like the fandoms you post about. Do you have any book recommendations? I need something to listen to while I file things at work but I’m bad at predicting what I’ll like because it feels like nothing I’m into has any Google-able overlap. It’s like, if I enjoy the author’s outlook I’ll love anything they make but I don’t care what the book is actually about.

I think about this quote all the time, esp when Netflix is all “you liked Buffy, you might like Vampire Diaries.”😒

“No one knew what Ganseylike was, even Gansey. Teachers and family friends were always collecting articles and stories that they thought might capture his attention, things they thought were Ganseylike. The well-meaning items always addressed the most obvious parts of him. Welsh kings or old Camaros or other young people who had travelled the world for bizarre reasons no one else understood. No one dug down past that, and he supposed he didn't much encourage it. There was a lot of night in those days behind him, and he preferred to turn his face into the sun. Ganseylike. What was Ganseylike?” — The Raven King

First of all you are absolutely correct. I had completely forgotten that Gansey quote but it really does summarise where recommendations fail so well.

My first thought was oh what do I like with similar themes or in the same category? But fuck that I'm just gonna tell you my favourites and a little about them and you can pick what interests you.

1. My FAVOURITE book is The Goldfinch. I only read it this year but it absolutely destroyed my brain and I havent recovered.

Basic summary: 13 year old Theo Decker survives a terrorist attack at an art gallery but loses his mother and in his shock accidentally takes home famous painting: The Goldfinch. First half of the story is him as a teen, second half is as an adult. Theres a lot of themes like drug abuse, internalized homophobia, PTSD and suicide. It's a great book if you love analyzing the fuck out of books. He also develops a mildly codependent (and very gay) friendship with another boy who later becomes a gangster.

It is very different to NHIE and TRC in that it's a lot more....negative? Like the plot resolves itself but you will not be satisfied by the ending. The characters are all very flawed, which I suppose is similar to characters like Adam and Devi but in different ways.

2. Six of Crows- have you read this? If you havent it's like a mandatory read. Its technically a sequel to Shadow and Bone but I read it first and it was fine.

Summary- 6 rag tag teens team up in a dangerous fantasy world to take on the heist of the century.

It's so good man. When I tell you Kaz Brekker is my favourite character of all time I am not joking. Also bonus points for a disabled main character as written by a disabled author. It's very found family with a lot of plot twists and lovable characters.

3. All for the game- this one is here because I love it but objectively I know it's an acquired taste with questionable writing.

All 3 of these so far show my love of a sneaky protagonist with an allergy to telling people about themselves. These books are absolutely bizarre and shouldnt work but they do!

Basic summary: Neil Josten has spent his life on the life from his mobster father after he and his mother escaped him. His mom just died and rather than keep hiding he allows himself to take the opportunity of a lifetime to go to college and play Exy (made up sport) for a team that specializes in taking those who have had rough lives and usually would be picked (e.g drug addicts, foster kids etc)

It's a surprisingly wonderful series about mental health, occasional murder and one of the best love stories I've read. This one is also really popular with ao3 so if you're after something that will give you a lot of wonderful ff this is the best one so far.

(There are a number of trigger warnings for this book I would recommend you look up beforehand.)

Bonus rec: Vicious by V.E Scwab. I need to go into work now but basically told from the supervillains perspective, but honestly I'm on his side anyway. Victor just got out of prison and has the ability to control pain. So he can either inflict pain or say hire henchmen that he pays by curing their chronic pain. (As someone with chronic pain I cant blame them tbh)

he also adopts this kid who can resurrect the dead and it's a great little supervillain found family. I havent read it in ages but there is a sequel I need to read and from what I remember it was very good.

#book recs #all these main characters are slytherins do i have a type #for protaganists not in women thank god #i did not proofread this bc i need to go into work hope its not crap

[thegracelessfaceless]

Dude I love your writing! I saw you do nsfw stuff too and was wondering if I could request this one to be ?😌

I was wondering if I could request Sally face and Larry x curvy reader and she's naive and oblivious to the fact that she's hella fine?

I was thinking she'd trust the boys so much that she'd change in their rooms and they walk in like ???😳

And shes just sitting there like 👋🏼😀

If you're not cool with smut please tell me but I thought this would be cool with smut near the end ?

Sorry if it's weird! Have a good day

Aww yeah, Anon, this is great because I used to be like that 😅. And thank you so much for loving my writing! You're my first unanonymous request! So, Sal's came out pretty long and mobile Tumblr doesn't let you make a 'keep reading' option, so I'm splitting this ask into two posts! Double Trouble= double nsfw posts!

Sal Fisher With an Oblivious S/O

The two of you were hanging out, finishing up some pizza in the kitchen

You were talking about what you wanted to do next. Watch a movie? Play some games? Just listen to some music and cuddle?

Suddenly Gizmo ran in, an orange and white streak that leaped onto the table, knocking over your drink before changing direction and running out through the cat flap.

You felt your drink pool in your lap as Neil casually walks out from the direction Gizmo came from, bleeding from a couple cuts

"You have to put the pill in cheese, Neil, it's the only way he'll take it."

You ask Sal if you can borrow some clothes and he scrambles to help clean you up

"Of course."

You both go to Sal's room and he lays a shirt and pajama pants on his bed for you and then walks across the room

Instead of going to the bathroom to change, you decide to change here. Besides, Sal's known you for a good while now, you're both adults, and he's seen you in a swimsuit before. It's not that different.

You change into the pajama pants quickly, sitting to put them in, then pulling them up as you stood.

You heard a strangled sound as you pulled your shirt off and turned to look at Sal, worried.

He was frozen, having dropped the CD he was holding, and was just standing there staring with red ears.

"Sal, are you okay?" you ask, moving towards him

"I-I-I'm fine! Y/N, um, your shirt-" he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry" you reply, picking up the shirt and pulling it over your head, enjoying the smell of Eau de Sal (I think he smells like birch branch, green apple shampoo, good weed, and cheap fabric softener/detergent)

You two decide to just chill to some music and are sitting on the bed enjoying The Smashing Pumpkins.

Sal took off his mask and the same reaction happens in you every time. He's the most beautiful person you've ever seen and you can't help but stare.

Suddenly, Sal leans in and kisses you, reaching a hand behind your head and pulling you to him

As you kiss, Sal's hands gently roam down your shoulders and arms before touching your hips and starting upward again.

His hands barely brush against your breasts as he slides his hands up your collarbones and neck to cup your face and Sal deepens the kiss for a moment, his hands moving back to your hips to pull you a little closer.

Sal slips his thumbs under the hem of your borrowed shirt and breaks his kiss

"Is this okay? Can I touch you?"

You consent and kiss Sal again, lightly tracing your fingers along some of his scars, making him shiver.

Sal slides his hands completely under the shirt and it's your turn to shiver, because his hands are pretty cold.

You feel Sal's fingers along the edge of your bra as his left hand grips your hip

Your breath catches and you almost moan into Sal's mouth as he just pushes the whole bra up, squeezing one breast, and playing with the nipple of the other.

The two of you eventually come up for air again and Sal smiles bashfully at you while righting your bra, "Sorry about that. I couldn't resist."

You smile back at him, "I didn't mind at all."

"Well, um, I'm gonna need that shirt back" Sal says, lifting your shirt over your head and then pushing you back into the pillows, nowhere near done with you.

You arch your back before it touches the pillows and unfasten your bra, catching it as it releases its tension, and holding it to yourself.

Sal leans down and kisses you, covering one of your hands with his hand moving it up to his shoulder, and then he does the same with your other hand

Moving down, Sal removes your bra, placing it on the bed next to you, before zeroing in on your breasts

He squeezes and caresses the left one while he licks, sucks, and bites the right one gently. Then he switches and does the same to the other side, not wanting any feelings of being left out

You were beginning to squirm under Sal's touch and Sal repositioned his knee between your legs. You felt him twitch against you as you ground against his thigh.

Sal began to slide a hand down your ribs and stomach, trailing it slowly down toward the top of the pajama bottoms he had loaned you.

His fingers dipped below the elastic of the pajamas and your undies-

"Salio? Gizmo is locked in the bathroom and won't come out. Do you think you and Y/N could convince him to come out?" Neil asked

Sal sighed and gave your left nipple one final, hard suck, and then circled his tongue around it, looking you in the eyes. "Yeah, Neil, we'll be out in a second."

Then he kissed up your neck and whispered, "I'm so not done with you", and then giving you one more kiss before helping you redress so you could go help have a cat intervention.

#sally face #salfisher #sally face smut #sally face headcanons #sorry steve #graciefacewrites

[mauvefayette6]

Heyy, i was wondering if you could write something about neil dating a singer that writes songs about him (like taylor swift) and he loves them, any pronouns are fine! Love your work <3

The Singer

master list

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! this was a request I hope you enjoy!! It’s not exactly how I hoped it would turn out but hey I tried! <3!

Neil met you before you became a famous singer. He was always by your side even when you were in Europe during your biggest tour yet. You were nervous, scared, it was different then your home state where everything was quiet. You enjoyed Paris the most and Sweden.

When you went back home you spent your time with Neil writing songs and getting your best friend Charlie to record a single with you. Charlie was your #1 fan and bought all your CD's/Vinyl's/Tapes. He loved what you were doing and was eager to see what your next move was.

You and Neil started to date at the end of the month when you decided to take a well deserved break from the public eye. You spent all your time with Neil and the Poets who you adored. You and Todd became best friends since Neil hung out with him a whole lot.

You even worked on a small song you released on Soundcloud for any of your fans that liked that kind of stuff. You worked on a mellow song with Charlie that you also released on Soundcloud.

But other then that you mostly lived quietly and away from the public, you needed it. Your manager thought it would be a great idea to put you in some small movies and tv shows.

You mostly wrote songs on your break, some were going to stay private and others were going to be released for everyone to hear.

You came up with an idea while listening to your favorite album. It was a love song and you decided because your one year anniversary was coming up to dedicate an album to Neil.

You decided not to rush it because the best albums take so much time. You wrote about small dates you had with Neil, you even took inspiration on one night at the cave.

You and Neil often visited a local coffee shop in Vermont. Neil loved to order tea and so you named it “Tea with Honey” it was a slow mellow song. You named another song “Under the Tree” and you even wrote a sad song called “Watching the Stars” that describe the feeling you got when you were away from Neil and the Poets.

You loved all the songs you wrote, they weren’t all sad and slow some were exciting and upbeat. But they all took inspiration from Neil and the adventures you and him would go on frequently. You named a song “Neil” that basically described Neil, it was upbeat yet sad.

His brown eyes hid the sadness he would feel. Oh sad boy, oh sad boy.

You can’t fool me, I know the feeling oh too well.

Oh sad boy, oh sad boy.

Tell me how you feel, your touch so warm, your eyes so cold.

Neil. You can’t blame yourself, you can’t hide yourself.

You spent most of your day playing around with your guitar finding the right tunes.

A year after your break you came back to LA away from Neil, you released your album. It became a hit with your fans. You announced a tour shortly after, all around North America and Europe.

You played all the songs and on your last day in North America you played an unreleased song; Dead Poets Society.

It was an upbeat song talking about the Poets and the cave and the adventures you all went on.

Everyone loved it and even though they didn’t know the words to it they still sang along and danced to it. It was a rush that you enjoyed the most.

After Europe you went back home and again you took a break from the spotlight posting a few pictures on Social Media but mostly living silently.

You again would release songs on Soundcloud with Charlie and Todd. You released a few covers and again you wrote mostly about Neil and the Poets.

You wrote about how being in your small town made you feel. Neil was even featured in one of your songs.

You went on tour again played released and unreleased songs to the audience. Then you finally made your acting debut on an indie movie.

Being famous was both fun and hard, you loved it regardless.

#dps #dead poets society #dead poets society scenarios #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #gerard pitts #knox overstreet #steven meeks #neil perry x gn!reader #neil perry x fem!reader #neil perry one shots #neil perry x male!reader #neil perry x reader

[catt-nuevenor]

Hi there! I just wanted to say that I love, love, love your writing style. The world you've created has me completely enthralled! I'm studying creative writing in uni and I was wondering if you had any tips or references, or even reading recommendations really, to help out an aspiring writer. Thank you a bunch, and I'm really looking forward to the next update!

Hi!

So glad you like the story, and I'm completely and utterly thrilled that you like the writing style!

Hmm... recommendations for creative writers...

Alright, let's roll out some tried and true bits of advice, first and foremost;

Any book you enjoy reading has something to teach you about writing, especially if other people like it too (aka it's a broadly popular book).

Something that's really helpful to do is to take a single scene from your favourite book, a moment in the story where the narrative has you absolutely enthralled, and make a case study of that scene. Folks tend to get scared when you use the term 'case study', sounds like I'm setting homework, doesn't it? Try and detach yourself from that way of thinking. Try to frame it more as being a kid and taking apart a remote control car. The aim isn't to bore yourself silly just to satisfy a teacher or an exam board. It's to understand how something works. To satisfy that curiosity over what makes the wheels move, how the car steers, what are the factors that make this more interesting than running the car up and down the living room?

For me, one of my favourite scenes is the Siege of Bolvanger from Northern Lights by Phillip Pulman. It never fails to make my heart quicken when I read that scene. Another is from the Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham, describing the fate of a doctor near the beginning of the book, beware that this scene is a lot darker that the first.

Something I personally like to do is to find documentaries or talks by authors. Often there isn't the space to get into much detail, but you can still pick up a sense of style from what is said, and more importantly how they think about their own work.

Stand out favourites for me are Back in Black with Terry Pratchett and Return to Wolf Hall with Hillary Mantel.

Immerse yourself in their language and their styles, if of course that is the style you want to capture.

Neil Gaiman is also fabulous in talks (and that Terry Pratchett documentary, though prepare for some tears).

Next bit of advice is to go and acquaint yourself with some fabulous videos over on TED-Ed. They have a wonderful playlist called The Writer's Workshop, and it's filled to bursting with great advice and discussions on style and craft. Standouts from the list are How to Write Descriptively - Nalo Hopkinson and How to Build a Fictional World - Kater Messner.

A final bit of writing advice from me personally, not backed up necessarily by far more educated voices, unlike the other points above.

Live the world you write.

That is not the excuse to go freaking out your neighbours just because you happen to be crafting the next blockbusting horror masterpiece. You'll earn yourself no friends, and I am not about to condone community terrorising for the sake of art.

What I mean is give yourself a bit of time, go sit in a quiet room, or park, or maybe your back garden, and let yourself drift away from what surrounds you. Don't force yourself to snap away from reality in one fell swoop, you'll likely only frustrate yourself and make it even harder to escape your own real-world thoughts. Take things slow.

An example from Myrk Mire (and this is a word dump, not any form of organised prose):

Peyton/Peidyn's kitchen. Pan tiles, heat baked in by the red coals in the grate of the range. The warmth rises up and coils between my toes. There's a dusting of coarse flour in the air, it settles on my cheeks, leaving a fine frosting of powder. The table beneath my fingertips is rubbed smooth, yet criss-crossed with a thousand stray strokes of the chopping knife. Fresh bread steams on the side, the pale wisps caught and made white in the shaft of golden sunlight from the high window.

Now, only the last sentence of that described how something actually looks, the rest is all qualities that can be touched and felt. Keep that in mind. Sight is one of many senses, make sure you don't over use it in your writing.

And if you really struggle, and you can't put yourself in your world, it may mean you haven't got enough raw information. Don't despair over it, try and collect it. Don't know what warm pan tiles feel like? Go and find yourself an old house to wander around. If you're in the UK this means go and play nice with English Heritage or the National Trust, trust me they've got plenty of pan tile kitchens. Take a notepad, a camera, and most of all your undivided attention. Don't just write down what you see. Close your eyes and write down what you smell, what you hear, how the air feels against your skin. Take a photograph to accompany your notes, so you can reference them in a visual context. Don't worry about looking odd, or getting funny looks off of others.

We are writers, and we're meant to be eccentric.

Boy! That is quite a long post... Oh well, hope this helped!

#myrkmire #asks #writing advice #interactive fiction #hosted games #choice of games

[propaganda-for-poets]

Bestie pls can I have some Chameron headcanons?? I'm desperate honestly it's a problem. You don't have to btw.

bestie. of course. my old newsies mutuals may have noticed that i do this thing where i enter a fandom and suddenly i can only talk about one specific ship, yeah that ship here happens to be chameron and i am always more than happy to talk about them.

let's just do some nice happy headcannons today bc a couple days ago i wrote a fic about charlie leaving welton and i've decided i officially need a break from angst, alright

IN FACT YOU KNOW WHAT let's make them post-welton !!!!!! y'know after all the poets including neil graduate and keating never gets fired as always since that is the canon ending of the movie, nothing bad happens ever.

okay so.

charlie and cameron have been rooming together since year 1, it's kinda the end of an era that they're now both supposed to move into separate apartments and they're both really sad about it but refuse to say anything

you think this wouldn't be a problem for two people who have been dating for a year and shared a dorm since they were children, so they can easily move in together, but this is charlie and cameron communication kings so obviously they're being stubborn and aren't saying anything

and they just spend their last weeks at welton all like

"yeah yeah i wonder who's gonna help you find your stuff when you're not living with me anymore,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,cause like you won't. in a few weeks you won't."

"come on stop studying and talk to me i'm bored" "well soon you won't be able to talk to me whenever you want. because i will be in a different place. like i'll no longer be around 24/7."

"you know you better treasure these last moments you get to see me. cause after we graduate who knows when you'll see me again,,,,," "okay, charlie that's a little dramatic, you're not leaving the country-" "i'll be gone, cam, very soon. forever." "you won't be-" "i mean god knows where i'll be-"

it ends up being charlie who asked (i wrote about that here !) and so we have charlie and cameron sharing an apartment :)

both of them get into harvard because,,, that's welton boys for you of course literally the entire school makes the ivy league. cameron's literally smart as shit he can make whatever school he wants and charlie,,, well charlie has a lot of money.

i'm kidding i'm kidding, charlie's no doofus and attending welton is already a good look for any university, charlie can definitely make harvard on his own if he could survive welton but y'know being filthy rich wasn't exactly a disadvantage

charlie will always show cameron off all like "my boyfriend goes to harvard you know !!!!!!!!" and cameron's like "char,,,, so do you,,,,,,,"

but y'all don't care about who goes where i'm aware of this, let's get into the apartment shenanigans

okay, sharing a dorm for years in welton definitely had its advantages because there's none of those annoying habits of someone's you only start noticing after you're under the same roof, like leaving their clothes on the floor or playing music too loudly, they're already aware of all that stuff, they don't care anymore

they do have their own rooms now, but it doesn't matter a lot because they keep just falling asleep together on the couch.

most of the time cameron will just wake up in the middle of the night and attempt to take charlie to his room but he's learned overtime that charlie will just whine and complain until he stays with him so he ends up just taking him to his own room in the first place

slowly it becomes less "cameron's room" and more "their room", the other room just kinda stays there.

cameron is a GOD TIER cook we'e been over this but somehow they only take advantage of that skill of his on really??? questionable occasions?????

like they'll order chinese from the place down the street for dinner but if cameron wakes up to find charlie in the kitchen at 3 am munching on a piece of toast he'll be like "okay let's make some onion soup."

midnight snacks are for amateurs. here we have midnight meals.

they bake together a lot, though. whenever they find time cameron will just whip out a recipe and they'll bake something together, and they'll be very couple-y and disgusting while doing it too

of course it always resorts in them making a big mess

"charlie. charie stop putting your hands in the brownie mix."

"okay, fine."

"charlie, your hand's still in there, stop it."

"or else what, what're you gonna d- WH- DID YOU JUST THROW AN EGG AT ME WHAT THE FUCK"

then they'll have to spend the entire afternoon cleaning up the kitchen

"what're you laughing about now, dalton?"

"you have flour on your cheek."

"and whose fault is that?"

"stop being annoying, you're cute right now"

"oh yeah?"

"mhm, yeah."

cameron overworks himself a lot and a lot of times charlie will get up late at night to find him still studying

he'll always go up to him like "cam, tf. it's four in the morning. come to bed."

"i just have to get this finished."

"well, okay, i'll just stay up with you until you go to sleep."

"charlie that's not healthy you need to-,,,,,,,,,,oh you're evil, dalton, threatening me with your own well-being."

"damn right i am, now go to sleep."

okay we all know charlie. we know how he is. so it's no surprise to anyone that it didn't take long for him to bring a random stray animal into the house

cameron just comes back from class to see charlie with a tiny ginger car.

"cam, you're back-"

"nope. not happening, take it back."

"hey, it is a she, and i love her now."

"no, no you don't, she's going back."

"i can't i'm attached to her! look at her! she's adorable, she's my new favorite ginger."

",,,,,, okay now she's definitely going back."

she did not go back.

charlie named her arabella and cameron insisted she was annoying and always wanted attention and wouldn't let him study

"hey, you said the exact same things about me and you love me now, give her time!"

"i don't love you right now."

"well, i love you a lot. and i love her too, she's part of the house now."

",,,,,,,god, fine, you're lucky you're my weakness. i'll tolerate her."

one time charlie returned from class to find cameron sleeping on the couch with arabella on his lap.

he never hears the end of it once he's awake

"so, how's hating her going for you, richard?"

"shut up, she's warm."

"so you no longer despise my cat? because she's warm?"

"first of all she's our cat i don't clean cat fur all over the house for her to be your cat and,,,, she's not all that bad."

#🩹 jace's hcs #i love them a lot #they're literally so stupid <3 #dps #dead poets society #i just almost tagged this dehli public school #richard cameron #charlie dalton #chameron

[castthy-nightedcolour]

One- Shot: A Different Side (written as part of my series ‘don’t worry about a thing’ on AO3, link can be found at the bottom of the post as it won’t let me embed it)

Fandom: Good Omens

Characters: GN Reader, Crowley, a very annoying mouse

Warnings and Tags: snakes, animal death/ harm, swearing, uh oh we have a pest control problem, snake crowley, comfort , are they aren’t they

Summary: mouse traps, a skip full of rubbish and a broken down bus. not exactly your dream day, but your favourite demonic entity has a trick up his sleeve and behind his glasses to help you.

Word Count: 2778

Link to original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31055930/chapters/81050182

If there was one word to describe your mood, that word would be vile. Tiny little irritants throughout the day had built to a simmering anger:

-Firstly, your bus into town had broken down about ten minutes away from your stop, meaning that you were forced to trek your way to the shops.

-Secondly, your trip to said shops wasn’t for any kind of retail therapy, but was instead to buy mouse traps. Your usually serene flat had been taken over by a little grey rodent who despite any humane efforts, was refusing to leave. You weren’t usually one for violence towards any living thing, but the little shit was out staying its welcome and had most recently been seen taking a bite out of a loaf of bread.

-When you did eventually get into town, it seemed to be the day for the world’s slowest walkers to take to the streets. Everyone was moving at about two steps per minute and you, being naturally speedy, were constantly waiting for gaps on the pavement to overtake. When you did manage to do this, there would be a whole new couple walking side by side, plodding along at a snail’s pace. You weren’t getting anywhere quick.

All in all, not your finest hour. This all came to a head on Oxford Street, or as you liked to call it, hell.

Your brain felt as though it were made of jelly, your temperature was rising, and someone stopped right in the middle of the street to check their phone. Slamming right into the back of them, you immediately let out something resembling a howl before running to your side off down Old Cavendish Street, somewhere slightly quieter. You leaned against the nearest wall, hot anger bubbling within you for what at the time, seemed like a life or death scenario of you getting out of town with the mousetraps, but in retrospect was just the culmination of various shitty things.

The last thing which you wanted to hear was any sign that you were being perceived, but a teenage boy riding past you on a bike shouting an obnoxious ‘WAHEYYYY’ at you was enough to tip you over the edge. You bashed your head back on the wall, feeling acid tears of anger falling, pedalled down your face by your short temper. Then, another shout came towards you from across the street.

‘Y/N? Is that you?’

You were ready to push yourself off the wall to lunge at this person until your brain caught up with recognition. Tilting your head forwards, your suspicions were confirmed when you saw floppy, ginger hair bouncing over the street atop a leather-clad frame. The sunglasses perched on his nose brought you a feeling somewhere between relief and fear.

You and Crowley had a relationship which can only be described as ‘are they? Aren’t they?’

You sure as hell couldn’t tell if he had any romantic feelings for you, and he gave off vibes so mixed that they were jumbled by this point. People always commented on the electricity between the two of you whenever you were together, but you tried not to get your hopes up and usually just put this down to his magnetising nature.

He’d told you about himself, and you thought that he must have trusted you somewhat to be able to disclose that he was a demon to you.

Then again, maybe he was just overly confident.

In the state you were currently in, you couldn’t decide whether to run into his arms to scream, or run as quickly away from him as was physically possible.

Your body chose neither and just stood there, open mouthed and gawking as the tears continued to fall with no effort from your eyelids. Crowley examined you, peering over the top of his sunglasses to try and decipher the scene before him.

‘Don’t tell me someone’s upset you, because I will find them for you, Y/N’ he started, rearing himself up as he spoke. You jumped in.

‘No, no. Not upset. I swear. Just… pissed off. Massively, massively pissed off. Short fuse today, y’see.’

‘Oh. Well, I know all about that. I’m quick to anger at any given moment but then again, ‘s in my nature. What exactly are you doing down here?’

You looked to your side at the gigantic skip full of building waste, then down to your feet where someone’s puke sat. You looked back up to the demon.

‘It was a quick escape, one that was made before I slapped someone in the face.’

Crowley looked slightly taken aback, not expecting any expression of violence from you considering your usually placid nature.

‘Ooookay. Well, I won’t ask for details but, here.’ He leaned over slightly and brushed away some of the tears which were still running down your face. You could swear that you both stopped breathing for a moment as he touched you but then again, you weren’t in a fit state for rational thinking.

‘Thank you,’ you breathed out. ‘I’m all good, I promise. Just need to breathe.’ You gave a reassuring smile to the demon and noticed him looking down to your hand, holding a flimsy plastic bag containing the mouse traps.

‘What you got there? Looks interesting.’ He said, tilting his head to try and get a closer look. You brought the bag up to your chest.

‘Oh, mouse traps. There’s a little shit thinking that he owns my flat who’s probably currently in my bread bin. Thought I’d stop the problem while I could, considering there’s that saying about seeing mice. Y’know, for every mouse you see, there’s always another one somewhere. Can’t wait to clean that up!’ Your words had somewhat of a bite, being spat like venom.

‘Woah. You really are pissed, aren’t you?’ Crowley responded, half smirking. For some reason, this set you off again.

‘Yes. Yes, actually I am. Because y’know what? This day has been fucking horrific! I genuinely don’t think that I’ve had two consecutive minutes of peace since the second I woke up. I can’t relax because of the mouse, then there was the bus, and the walking, and the pain in my feet, and the twat who decided to check his phone in the middle of Oxford Street. Sorry, who the hell does that? I just feel like I’ve been left out of any plans that the universe had to let people go about their day without a care in the world. So yes, I’m fuming.’ You gave a huff before realising that you were now crying again. Crowley stood slightly dumbstruck, shifting his weight between his feet. You glanced off to the side, watching the shoppers propel themselves down Oxford Street.

The demon then spoke, his voice low and sincere.

‘Can I give you a lift?’

—

After what felt like a windswept journey in the Bentley, Crowley screeched to a halt outside your flat. Jolting forwards slightly, the plastic bag containing the mouse traps crinkled between your legs.

You’d calmed down quite significantly, but now felt a combination of complete embarrassment that you’d had such an outburst in front of the being that you completely adored, and absolute excitement that he’d even offered you a lift. This wasn’t helped when you heard him say,

‘Let me walk you upstairs. Check that you’re okay.’

You felt fizzy, and as the two of you trudged up to your flat, you felt as though you could lift off any second. As you unlocked your front door, Crowley leaned on the doorframe, peering in to the hallway as you threw your bag on the floor. You suddenly regretted this as when the bag hit the floor, there was a scuttle from under your bedroom door, and the little mouse took one giant sprint off towards the kitchen. You screamed in shock as the little bastard took itself away, and Crowley grabbed onto your arm. This made you jump for a second time.

‘Woah woah there, calm down. It’s just a little mouse, we’ll sort this,’ Crowley sweetly spoke, lulling your heart back to a slightly normal rate. You looked down to his arm resting on yours and couldn’t help but smile slightly.

Crowley had a look on his face which would have read from ten miles away as one with a scheme brewing.

‘Look Y/N, I’m going to do something here which I don’t do very often, and all I’m asking is that you don’t freak out,’ the demon announced.

You couldn’t help but make a sarcastic joke.

‘What’s that then, the housework?’ Smirking, you looked up at Crowley who glared at you through his sunglasses.

‘Fine, you don’t need my help!’ He huffed, obviously taking the piss but you couldn’t help but tease him back into good spirits.

‘No no, sorry Crowley. What have you got for me?’

‘Snake.’

You stood there for a second, trying to make any sense of what he just said and burning up slightly as you wondered if this was perhaps his way of flirting.

‘A… a snake? You have a snake?’

‘Yes. Well, no. Well… yes. Look it’s complicated, can I just show you?’

Uh oh. Maybe this was him flirting.

You thought for a second before hearing an almighty crash from the kitchen, and from down the hallway you saw an entire loaf of bread fall to the ground, followed by a small army of mice. Again, you let out a scream as Crowley slammed the door shut behind the both of you.

‘How fucking many are there now?!’ You exclaimed, turning to face Crowley who was now quickly shifting between his feet. He suddenly grabbed your shoulders.

‘Look Y/N, tell me quick, do you have a phobia?’

‘Of mice? I think that’s pretty evident Crow-‘

‘No, of snakes. Are you scared of snakes?’

‘What is it with you and these snakes?’ You laughed. The demon then stood dead still and stared right at you.

‘Stay still. Don’t freak out please. I promise this will help.’

Before you knew it, Crowley’s hands had disappeared off your shoulders and he seemed to disappear entirely from before you. Confused, you looked down at the floor.

What you saw took your breath away for what felt like forever.

Rows and rows of black scales suddenly lined your hallway, flowing from side to side as the form made its way towards the kitchen. This didn’t take long, considering the snake’s body seemed to run on forever, there must have been at least 10 metres of the creature occupying your apartment.

You’d never really considered Crowley’s powers before. While you were aware that he was a demon, this thought didn’t control your every interaction with him. He was just Crowley- your friend Crowley- your possibly more than a friend Crowley- your Crowley. Shapeshifting had never been part of the picture.

But it was so, so beautiful.

Moving.

And snakes were never your favourite but this was just something else.

Squeals of mouse terror came from the kitchen as a massive shadow rose up throughout the whole apartment. Crowley was sitting up on his body, his head pointed towards any mouse that he could detect and a razor sharp stare in his luminescent eyes.

Your favourite part of this whole scenario was laying on the floor in front of you- Crowley’s sunglasses, sans Crowley for the first time ever. You smiled as you bent down to pick them up, your feet planted to the spot due to the inherently overwhelming nature of what was happening. You ran your fingers over the frames feeling the heat that was stored in them.

There was something so human about the lingering warmth to the metal, but that thing that made it so distinctively Crowley was the fact that the heat never seemed to fade.

The floor seemed to move as the scales once again shifted, with Crowley turning round to come back towards you. Cold fear seized your entire body, despite the oddly comforting and protective energy of this gigantic creature. His yellow eyes were right in front of your face before you’d even managed to properly react to him moving towards you.

You blinked and the Crowley that you knew and … ahem… was standing in front you, a live mouse swinging from his hand by the tail.

‘Consider those rodents dispatched.’

The mouse in his hand was thrashing wildly from side to side and while you hated the little shits, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for it. You went to protest but no words came out of your mouth.

You’d just witnessed something- something that couldn’t exactly be described as a miracle but to you- maybe?

Crowley noticed the panic in your eyes directed towards the mouse and realised what he needed to do. The mouse disappeared in another of your blinks.

There were so many pressing questions on your mind, but you only managed to actually articulate one of them.

‘Please tell me you didn’t eat those mice, Crowley?’ Your tone was somewhere between intrigue and massive concern.

The demon scoffed, ‘I prefer oysters normally, Y/N. No, I didn’t eat them. I can assure you though, they won’t be back any time soon.’

Palpable silence hung between the two of you. You naturally seemed to hold out Crowley’s sunglasses to him, staring directly into the eyes which served as a reminder of his other form as you did so.

Crowley went to slowly take the glasses off you, but in a snap decision, you snatched them back. Crowley wasn’t exactly thrilled by this.

‘Hey, don’t play games with those. They’re my-‘

He didn’t stand a chance of finishing his sentence before you jumped in, with your subconscious mind taking a grasp on your mouth. Maybe this was a trick of Crowley’s, but at least some of it came from your heart.

‘Do it again. Turn back.’

The two of you stared at each other as a smirk took over the demon’s face.

‘Really? It seemed to terrify you, dearest.’

The cockiness in his voice only persuaded you to carry on pushing.

‘Not at all! No no, it was just... well it was a shock at first. Obviously. Like who the hell else can do that? But no, not terror. It’s intrigue. I swear.’

You made sure to assert yourself in your voice as your brain convinced you that you would never rest again unless Crowley turned back into a snake. It was almost like the sheer shock had morphed into utter obsession in a matter of seconds.

And maybe you just adored every part of Crowley and him being vulnerable in showing a new side to you? Well...

Again, you blinked and he was gone for a moment, before the black reptile rose up to meet your gaze. He hadn’t continued to question you.

The presence was unexplainable, physically so big in the space but even just the idea of him just seemed to fill up every corner of the place. Moving the sunglasses into your right hand, you tentatively raised up your left.

‘Can... may I? Can I touch?’ You softly asked, mimicking a petting action in the air. Somehow, Crowley let you know that it was okay, pulling your hand towards him with some kind of magnetising energy.

Your fingers lightly brushed the scales on his head and you took a breath so deep you almost triggered hiccups. The texture was confusing, it almost seemed like it was shifting forms by the second- smooth then rough, hard then feather soft, but still always cool as marble. You fully rested your hand down as you glanced along the entire body, once again filling up the entire hallway.

‘Crowley, this is beautiful. I mean that.’ You whispered, transfixed on what you were seeing.

Then, the unimaginable happened. Your hand which had ended up resting on the snake’s head suddenly felt warm.

Was... was he blushing? You decided to test the water slightly more.

‘I didn’t even imagine that anything could be so magnificent but, well. Here you are. So gorgeous.’

Sure enough, another flush felt through your hand.

‘Crowley, are you blushing?’ You giggled. The heat on his face then took another rise, this time enough to hurt you slightly. You drew your hand away instinctually, but with a smile still on your face.

This was now a day worth noting. The day that started with a mouse in a bread bin and some unfortunately placed anger, and ended as the day that you made a snake blush.

And of course, he made you blush too.

A new side of Crowley. One that you couldn’t help but adore.

#good omens one shot #good omens #good omens x reader #crowley x reader #snake crowley #good omens fanfic #reader insert

[poetrusicperry]

Running Towards Nothing

Chapter Two

chapter one

a/n: i’ve had this finished for a while, but i started college back up again this week and was waiting for a break to post it hehe... i hope you guys like it !! p.s. don’t forget todd is from the american south in this hehe

chapter summary: todd gets “acquainted” with neil, suffers through the first week of classes, and misses his older brother a lot

warnings: a bit of angst ?

word count: 1929

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       Upon arriving into his room, Todd plunked his suitcase down on his bed and flipped the latches open. The other side of the room was presently empty, so he figured Neil hadn’t made his way there yet. It was a bit sad seeing all the parents helping their kids move into their rooms for the year. Todd’s mother and father had left almost directly after the ceremony, leaving Todd to struggle up three flights of stairs while lugging a heavy suitcase. The hallway was bustling; loads of voices, opening and shutting of doors, footsteps, and knocks could be heard through the thin walls of Welton. Todd had shut the door to try to ease some of the disquiet, but it didn’t make much of a difference. As he adjusted the time on his clock to mirror that of his watch, the door opened with slight struggle. He turned toward the direction of the doorway and saw Neil pushing the door open ever so slightly with his hands full of a suitcase and a typewriter. Behind him stood a tall, broad man (who Todd could only assume was his father). He didn’t look like Neil, but there was something in their faces that just made Todd believe they were related. Todd rushed to the door and pulled it open more for Neil, holding the handle apprehensively as the boy and his father walked into the room.

       “Oh, thanks. Father, this is Todd Anderson, my roommate,” Neil set the typewriter gently on his desk and leaned the suitcase on the leg of his bed before wiping his hands on his pants and gesturing to Todd. Neil’s father set down the small duffel bag he was carrying onto Neil’s bed and held his hand out to Todd.

       “I’m Neil’s father, Tom Perry. Pleasure to meet you,” Todd took his hand hesitantly, shaking it slowly.

       “You, too, sir,” his accent slipped toward the end of his sentiment.

       “Where ya from, son?” his eyebrows slightly knit in a non-threatening way.

       “Um… Arizona, sir,” even Todd was surprised at the information, considering it was a big, fat lie. He didn’t even know why he lied, it just came out.

       “Ah, out west. Lovely place, Arizona–”

       “Father,” Neil interrupted, his adolescence giving way to the fact that he felt his father was embarrassing him by being too forward with someone he barely knew.

       “Oh, right, I should probably get going,” he laughed, clapping a hand onto Neil’s shoulder, “Hard work this semester, Son, especially with all those extracurriculars. I want to see those As!” he smiled, earning a grin in return from Neil.

       “Yes, sir,” Neil blushed slightly.

       “And you let me or your mother know if you need anything, anything at all,” he finished, releasing Neil’s shoulder from his grasp.

       Neil nodded, “Yes, Father. Thanks for helping me take my stuff up,”

       “Goodbye, Neil,” his father gave the boy a final nod, then turned to Todd, “Nice to meet you, Todd. Good luck this term,” Todd acknowledged him silently and Neil’s father exited the room, shutting the door behind him. Walking back over to his open suitcase, Todd pulled out a couple shirts and let them drop, still folded, onto the bare mattress; a set of sheets and a comforter were folded up at the head of his bed underneath a pillow.

       “Your parents grabbing the rest of your stuff from the car?” Neil inquired, absentmindedly unzipping his suitcase.

       “Oh… Uh, no, they left after the ceremony,” Todd shrugged, his back turned to Neil. There was a weighted silence for a few seconds; Neil was probably trying to figure out why Todd’s parents would just leave him to his own devices on a day as important as today.

       “So why’d you leave your old school? What brings you to Welton?” Neil wondered aloud. Todd could tell that Neil was facing him, and he felt rude not turning around, but for some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to.

       “Uh, my dad’s job. Relocated,” Todd added onto the Arizona lie, careful to reign in his accent yet again.

       “Cool. What’s Arizona like? I’ve never left the east coast before,” Neil pressed with a faint laugh. God, this kid didn’t shut up, did he?

       “It’s fine. Hot,” Todd shrugged, walking over to his desk and setting his notebooks onto the surface. Neil laughed a little more,

       “You’re not much of a talker, are you, Anderson?”

       “That a bad thing?” Todd shot back, anxiety rattling his bones.

       “No, just commenting,” even though Todd wasn’t facing him, he could hear that Neil was smiling. Todd didn’t respond, just continued to unpack, and before he knew it, he was shoving his empty suitcase underneath his bed.

       Neil had somehow finished unpacking pretty quickly and had left the room to go hang out with his friends (Todd had gotten a glimpse of them when Neil had opened the door. Turns out that it was the group from outside the arcade). As if this couldn’t get any harder for Todd, of course he was rooming with the most popular kid in school; the one with an established, close-knit friend group and a star-studded, intimidating reputation to uphold.

       The first week of classes had crawled by, Todd speaking only when spoken to, and avoiding confrontation at any other chance he got. Mostly, he holed himself up in his and Neil’s room, pouring over books and anything else that could keep him occupied from his thoughts and his roommate. Neil had tried, on more than one occasion, to get Todd to hang out or open up, but it just wasn’t something Todd felt… right doing. There was something about campus that made Todd uneasy; the expectations and assignments, they all made his head hurt. Todd wasn’t stupid by a long shot, he just wasn’t used to the rigor that came along with private school.

       On a particularly windy evening in early September, Todd was taking a phone call from Jeffrey in the dorm hallway. He was conscious that other people wanted, and probably needed, to use the phone, but it was the first time he’d spoken to his brother since Jeff left for school.

       “So how are things over there? Are you liking it?” Jeff’s voice warbled slightly through the phone.

       “I don’t really know, Jeff… it’s lonely here. I don’t like it much,” Todd shrugged even though his brother couldn’t see him.

       “Well why don’t you like it? Classes too hard?”

       “I don’t know,”

       “Yes you do, Todd,” Jeff’s firm tone brought Todd back to reality a bit.

       “I just… I want to go home,”

       “So tell Mom and Dad–”

       “No, I mean… home home,” Todd sighed. Jeff was quiet for a while, “Jeff?”

       “I’m here, bud… I know you want to go home, but I just… we left for good reason. And it’s not your fault. You know that–”

       “It is my fault. Mom and Dad said so,” Todd mumbled, twisting the telephone cord between his fingers. He was talking pretty quietly so none of the other kids waiting could hear him.

      “No, it’s not your fault. It’s just a rough situation, Todd. Please know that I’m on your side, okay? And please don’t give up on this new school… Maybe try to make some friends? Is your roommate nice at least?”

       “Yeah, I guess. He talks a lot. Asks a lot of questions,” Todd sighed again.

       “So talk to him. Roommates can be like a built in friend,”

       “Do you like yours?”

       “Yeah, he’s cool,” Jeff smiled, “You should just give people a chance, Todd. They’re not all bad,”

       “I know,” the silence that followed was comfortable.

       “Well, hey, listen I have to go, but call me if you need anything. Anything at all, you hear me?” Jeff cleared his throat.

       “You sound tired, Jeff,” Todd commented

       “So do you, pal,” his smirk was audible through the phone.

       “Get some sleep, okay?” Todd blinked hard.

       “You, too. I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

       “Okay… bye,” Todd was about to hang the receiver up.

       “Todd–”

       “Yeah?

       “I miss you, man,”  Todd paused at his brother’s sentiment.  

       “M-miss you, too,” Todd said quietly.

       “Okay, bye,”

       “Night,” Todd said, placing the receiver back onto the cradle. He got up and trudged back to his room, trying to ignore the dirty looks being thrown his way for using the phone for longer than ten minutes.

       In the dark of the room, Todd laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling unblinking. He stared so hard he began to see little specks of white invading his vision. Stars, Todd thought to himself. Just as he began to drift to a more peaceful place, the door shot open, the light flicking on.

       “Oh, shit,” Neil said, turning the lights back off, “Sorry, Todd… Are you awake?”

       “Am now,” he mumbled, turning onto his side and away from Neil.

       “Sorry…”

       “S’okay,” Todd shrugged, pulling his covers up. There was some shuffling, and Todd closed his eyes, hearing Jeff’s words shift around in his head, “You should just give people a chance, Todd.”

        He turned over suddenly to ask Neil a question, but stopped mid-inhalation when he saw a ¾-naked Neil standing in front of his dresser, changing into his pajamas.

       “Oh... Fuck,” Todd averted his eyes back to the ceiling. Neil looked over at him, seemingly unfazed. Todd’s heart began to beat faster and he gripped his sheets under the covers.

       “You okay?” Neil asked, pulling on a pair of plaid flannel pajama pants.

       “Yeah, fine,” Todd cleared his throat and rubbed his chest with his other hand slowly in an attempt to calm his breathing. Todd shook his head to himself, willing away the impure thoughts circulating his brain, “Uh, where do you always go at night?” he asked.

       “Out with friends,” Neil smiled, throwing a plain white t-shirt over his head. 

       “But I thought we’re not allowed to leave campus,” Todd finally looked back at him.

       “Exactly,” Neil smirked, pushing his glasses up with his middle finger.

        “Oh,” Todd looked away again. Why was this kid so attractive? And mysterious, “Okay,” he pulled his covers up and tried his best to repress the funny feeling in his stomach. Neil didn’t say anything back just yet, he simply shut his bedside lamp off and clambered into bed.

       “How come you don’t talk to anyone?” Neil asked when they’d been laying in silence for a while.

       “I dunno,” Todd answered, his voice drowned in exhaustion.

       “Well… you’re pretty much the out-of-state enigma,” Neil laughed at his quick-witted comment, “I’m surprised Nolan hasn’t plastered your face all over the school fliers yet,”

       “I don’t have much to say, and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter anyway,” Todd shrugged, letting his heavy eyes get the best of him. If he bound himself tightly enough under the confines of silence, he didn’t have to know anyone or make the same mistakes he made back in Alabama. When Neil didn’t respond, Todd sighed, “Night,” he said, putting the conversation to bed without dinner.

      “Oh… okay. Goodnight, Todd,” Neil said quietly.

       The breeze outside was the only sound Todd focused on in a desperate attempt to ignore the deep, even breathing of a fast asleep Neil. Todd’s head began to swim in the unfortunate instances of the past few months. How could he have been so stupid? Before he knew it, he was out of bed and pacing the grounds outside, ultimately finding himself sitting on a bench in tears, and wishing he was curled up in his bedroom in Alabama.

tagging some people again: @queertoddanderson @babytoddanderson @cupiiid @justarandompjofan@charliedaltonofficial @pretentious-strikes @caffeineconstellations @wellredacademic @aedan-mills

and as always, thank you to @noelliza for being my peer editor <3(:

#dead poets society #anderperry #neil perry and todd anderson #todd anderson #neil perry #angelina writes

[jeni182]

Hi here's a prompt: Andrew keeps insisting it's 'nothing' right? So now Neil is hell bent on making him admit that it isn't, so he's trying various things to do so, including making him jealous.

First, I’m sorry this took so long! Second, I know this is probably not what you had in mind and I’m sorry for that. This is just where my mind took it, and I think I just didn’t want to see Neil making Andrew mad on purpose to get him to admit it bc I’m fragile okay I HOPE THIS IS FINE.

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Andrew’s mouth was cold.

Usually, it was warm, and Neil knew it would warm up soon enough, but he’d been sucking on an ice cube right before they kissed, and Neil was enjoying the novelty of a cold mouth on his own.

They were at the Columbia house in their room, in their bed, in their feelings. Neil was, anyway. He suspected Andrew was too, but he’d never admit it.

That was the thing though, wasn’t it? They’d been doing this for a year now. They’d been together practically every second. They’d stood together and fought together and taken each other apart together, after slowly and carefully building trust bit by bit.

Neil pulled away from Andrew’s mouth, panting slightly. Andrew turned his attention to Neil’s neck instead, and he had to fight against the urge to close his eyes.

“Hey.” Andrew stopped and looked at him. “One of the soccer guys asked if you were my boyfriend.”

Andrew’s face didn’t change. “So?”

Neil shrugged. “I didn’t know what to tell him.”

“You? At a loss for words? Wonders never cease.” Andrew didn’t lean down to kiss Neil again, and Neil knew he wouldn’t. He’d wait until it was made clear that Neil wanted to keep going. He sat up instead. They faced each other on the bed and Neil looked down to the soft black blanket Andrew kept on it because he liked rubbing his feet against it at night.

“Seriously, though. What should I have said? Are we?”

“Are we what?”

“Boyfriends?”

Andrew tilted his head just slightly, his mouth turning down a bit at the corner. “No,” he finally said, and moved to leave the bed. Neil stood with him to stand in front of him.

“So, what then? It’s been a year Andrew. This is still nothing? This is still just a fun way for you to pass the time?” Neil hated the way he sounded. This wasn’t him. Whining and carrying on about labels. He didn’t even need a label, really. He just wanted Andrew to admit that yes this was something and yes Neil was something.

Andrew patted his pockets like he was looking for his cigarettes. “Fun is objective, don’t you think?”

Neil crossed his arms, clenched his jaw, and threw his cards on the table. “So, you’d be totally fine if I hooked up with someone else? Since this is nothing and I’m nothing?”

Andrew’s head snapped up and his gaze met Neil’s. He could see a muscle tic in Andrew’s jaw, but all he said was, “Do what you want.”

He left the room. Neil didn’t follow him.

****

They were quiet with each other after that. Still together, still connected. It was like Andrew was inside his own head constantly, but Neil didn’t mind. He didn’t really know what to say anyway. He was still thinking about it but pushing Andrew to admit something he wasn’t ready to didn’t seem like a good idea.

They were in the library one day, studying for midterms. Neil felt good about this, because Andrew despised the library and the fact that he was here at all was, Neil was pretty sure, just to be with him. They sat across from each other, both reading. Neil, a history textbook. Andrew, something that looked very unacademic.

Neil startled a little when someone slid into the seat next to his. He’d gotten too comfortable here, he thought for the millionth time. He was out of immediate danger, sure. But for how long?

He looked to the person next to him, and it was a guy he vaguely remembered from one of his math classes.

“Hey, Neil.”

Neil didn’t say anything. He looked at the guy confused. He didn’t know his name. Tad or Jake or Brad or something similar to the hundreds of other white guys at this school who all looked exactly the same to him. Brown hair, eyes, a nose maybe, taller, weakness is in their lack of speed.

Tad or Jake or Brad cleared his throat, eyes flicking to Andrew before landing back on Neil’s face. Neil looked at Andrew too, who was still staring at his book, eyes not moving.

“I just wondered if maybe you want to study together? This statistics final is gonna kill me, and I know you’re so good at this.” He flashed Neil a smile of straight white teeth.

Neil shrugged. “I guess, sure.” He needed to study, too, after all. He didn’t think he’d have a problem, but his scholarship was dependent on his grades and the last thing he needed was to risk it now that his choices were to go pro or die.

“Perfect. Here’s my number.” He reached over and used Neil’s pencil to write his number on the corner of his history textbook, which seemed unnecessarily rude. He squeezed Neil’s arm and left with one last glance at Andrew. Neil watched him leave before shrugging to himself and looking back down at his book. He could feel Andrew’s eyes burning a hole in the top of his head a minute later.

“What?” he asked, without looking up.

Andrew didn’t answer. Neil did look up at him then, confused. He was staring at Neil with his normal blank expression, but there was something about the tightness around his mouth, the slight narrowing of his eyes that Neil didn’t like.

“What’s wrong?”

Andrew stood, shoving his book in his bag and leaving the library without looking back. Neil started to follow him but stopped. Whatever Andrew was pissed about, he probably just wanted space to sort it out. Neil knew by now that bugging Andrew to talk was only more likely to send him deeper inside his shell. So, he stayed in his seat, wrote flashcards to study, and thought about Andrew the whole time.

He let him have until after dinner before he tracked him down to the roof. Andrew was there like he was always there. Sitting at the edge with his knees pulled up, arms circling them loosely. A bottle of vodka at his hip and the acrid scent of cigarettes on the air. Neil took a seat beside him and looked out over the glowing lights of campus.

Neil waited for Andrew to talk first. Whatever this was, he was here as silent support until otherwise requested.

“Did you set up your date?”

Neil looked at Andrew in surprise. “Date?”

“With statistics boy. He seemed awfully eager.” Andrew threw his cigarette off the side and immediately lit another one.

“You mean to study? No, that exam isn’t until next week.”

Andrew snorted. “Oh, Neil. You can’t be this clueless. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you mention hooking up with other people and then you agree to study with a guy who looks at you like he’s already fucked you.”

Neil’s hackles rose immediately. “I seem to remember you telling me to do what I want. Or did I hear that wrong?”

Andrew threw the new cigarette off the edge, too. Even though it was only half spent. “No, you didn’t.”

“Then why are you complaining?”

Andrew took a swig of the vodka in answer, and Neil grabbed it from him before he could take another.

“I don’t plan on hooking up with anyone else. I don’t want to hook up with anyone else. I still don’t swing for anyone but you, in case you’ve forgotten. That guy was asking me to study, and I agreed. I’m not going to manipulate you into admitting that there’s something here by fucking someone else. If you really think I’d do that, you don’t know me at fucking all which is a shame, because I know you, Andrew.”

Andrew laughed with no humor. It was sad, and Neil thought maybe a little broken. “You don’t know me.” Neil’s chest tightened to the point of pain. Because he did know him. He knew this man, knew him better than he knew himself sometimes.

“Yeah?” Neil leaned into Andrew’s space and Andrew did not lean away. “I know you’re afraid of heights, and you’re afraid of me. I know you think as soon as you admit to yourself - to me - that this isn’t just two guys getting off together, it becomes real. It’s one more thing for you to lose in a life where you’ve lost so fucking much. It’s one more thing someone can hold against you when they want to hurt you again.” Neil leaned closer, and not getting any resistance from Andrew, he placed a kiss on his neck. Andrew shivered. “I know you’ve never had this, because I’ve never had it either. And I know it’s scary, because I’m scared too. But Andrew,” Neil sighed and leaned back again, “I’ve been nothing my entire life. I still feel like nothing sometimes. You are my something, and the fact that you also think I’m nothing is fucking soul crushing sometimes. As much as you don’t want to hear it, you are everything.”

Andrew looked from Neil to campus, and Neil watched his throat work as he swallowed hard. He closed his eyes before looking back to Neil.

“Are you going to study with that guy?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.” Neil honestly didn’t know if the guy was flirting, but if it was something Andrew took this seriously, he would take it seriously, too.

“I don’t want you to.” He took out his pack of cigarettes but didn’t light another one. He just flipped it over and over in his hands.

“Why?” Neil couldn’t help but ask.

Andrew looked at him, pale and washed out from the artificial lights, but eyes still bright as they landed on his.

“Because you are everything, too.”

 AO3

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[justarandompjofan]

Anderperry Week: Fairytale AU

I’m really sad it’s over, but I present to you: A kind of Cinderella AU?? It’s not really but it kind of is…You’ll see what I mean.

Todd stood in the corner of the room, hands in his pockets. Oh how he didn’t want to be there. The music was too loud, people kept asking to dance, it was a nightmare. Of course, he was happy that Jeffery was trying to find a wife, but he didn’t understand why he had to be there.

    “Are you alright?” He looked up. Standing in front of him was one of the most handsome men he had ever seen. He felt his face heating up.

    “Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”

    “I’m Neil. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

    “Todd.”

    He froze, “As in-“

    “Yes, as in the prince.”

    “Your highness I-“

    He held up his hand, “Please. Just Todd. I’ve had enough your highnessing at this god forsaken party than I ever need in a lifetime.”

    “Aren’t royals bred to enjoy parties?”

    “Something went wrong with me, apparently.”

    He laughed, “I’m not much of the party type either.”

    “Then why are you here? Unlike me I don’t think it was mandatory for you.”

    “I’m here with my friend, Ginny. She wished for me to escort her. I’m not sure why since she ditched me right as we entered.”

    “Perhaps she’ll marry Jeffery? I can put in a good word if you’d like.”

    “No, that’s alright. She isn’t here to win his hand. I’m sure he’s wonderful but, “he lowered his voice, “she’s actually here with her uh…“friend”, Chris. It was her idea to come and Ginny dragged me along.”

    “I see.”

    Neil held out his hand, “Care to dance, Todd?”

    “Oh, I’d love to but…”

    “But?” he asked

    “I’m already on thin ice with my parents. I don’t think this would help me.”

    “I’m sorry to hear that.”

    “I wish I could dance with you though…listen, how do you feel about leaving the ballroom?”

    He raised an eyebrow, “Are we allowed to do that?”

    “I am the prince after all. Two of my friends are guarding the east exit of the room. So if you’d like…”

    “I would love to. Dancing in secrect sounds much more fun than this. Hopefully Ginny doesn’t go looking for me.”

    “I just have to find a way out without people noticing.” It seemed, in that moment, that fate took pity on him. The doors opened and a young girl walked in. Her dress was shimmering and all attention was drawn to her. Everyone’s including Jeffery and his parents.

    “I think this is our way.” Todd led him through the crowd of people and thankfully, no one cast a glance in their direction. He approached the door where Cameron and Charlie stood.

    “Hey.”

    Cameron smiled, “Hey, Todd. How can we help you?”

    “Could you let us leave?”

    “Need some alone time with your boy, eh?” Charlie smirked.

    Todd shoved him, “It is nothing like that.”

    Cameron opened the door slightly, “Hurry through.”

    “You’ll cover for me if anyone asks?”

    “Of course. Now leave.” They slipped through the door into the much quieter and empty hall. The music was still faint in the background.

    “Now, may I have this dance?” Todd asked.

    Neil bowed, “Of course. Though I must warn you, I’m not very good.”

    “Just follow my lead, alright?” He put his hands on Neil’s waist, and he put his hands on Todd’s shoulders. He had never been much of a dancer, but he felt determined. He tried to remember every dance lesson he’d had and lead Neil with the music. It was the best he’d ever done. Maybe this was the trick. Hours passed by and they just talked in that hallway. It was the first party Todd had ever enjoyed. Just before midnight, Neil stood.

    “I hate to leave, but I think I’m supposed to meet up with Ginny soon.”

    “Will you give me your address? So we can write?” He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and a pen from his pocket.

     Neil quickly wrote it down and smiled at him, “I had a really nice time tonight.”

     “Me too.”

     He glanced around, his face turning pink, “Todd…I’m sorry if this is too forward of me to ask, but can I kiss you?” He nodded and their lips met. It was fireworks. Something about Neil was so different, so incredible.

    He pulled back, “I’ll see you another day, Todd.” Todd stared after him as Neil walked back into the ballroom. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there for before Jeffery came running in fron the main entrance. He was in such a daze that he barely noticed him.

    “Todd, the maiden I was dancing with. As soon as the clock struck twelve she ran away. Did you see her?”

    “Huh?”

    “You met someone!” Jeffery exclaimed, seemingly forgetting about the girl.

    “W-what are you talking about?”

    “Oh come on, I’m happy for you! What’s his name?”

    He glanced behind him, making sure no one was there, “Promise you won’t tell mom and dad?”

    “Promise.”

    “His name’s Neil. I think I really like him.”

    “That’s great! At least one of our nights went successfully.”

    “Yours didn’t?”

    “As I was saying, the girl I danced with ran away. All she left was this glass slipper.”

    “She’ll be back tomorrow, I’m sure.”

    “You think?”

    He nodded, “Definitely.” And he actually believed himself. He had met Neil after all.

#anderperry week #anderperry week 2k21 #anderperry #dead poets society #dps

[four-pillars-of-hellton]

Unpredictable (Knox x female reader)

Requested: no

Summary: Knox spots you while you were on Welton grounds and you two become friends and all.

Warnings: none

A/n: I’m writing this as if he didn’t meet Chris

You had wondered into the grounds of Welton Academy. It was on purpose since you new they had a lake that stretched for miles surrounded by trees. You wanted such for your painting however for your art class project. You had asked your brother over the phone many of times in the last week if there were any blind spots so you could sit outside and not get caught and he found it for you. It was also a work day for the teachers so you had the day off unlike the boys of Welton.

You had brought a sketchbook to draw in what saw so you could take it back home and make a bigger painting of it. You sat in the location told to you and pulled out you sketching pencils. It was nice outside and honestly you could sit there forever.

Knox was using his free period to walk outside while his friends did their own thing. That’s when he spotted you. He looked around seeing if anyone else had noticed you, seemed not since you were still on Welton grounds.

You hadn’t even noticed that behind you just over a slight hill that there were tons of boys wondering around. You were focused drawing trying to get it perfect.

“Excuse me.” Knox spoke, he didn’t really know what to say to you. Obviously he knew he didn’t have to say anything but he was curious.

You jumped at the sound of a guys voice breaking your focus. You turned to face the boy who had found you, nervous of what was about to happen. “Yes?” You questioned.

“What are you doing here?” He asked almost wishing he had said anything else.

“I’m drawing this.” You answered while pointing to the scene in front of you. “And hopefully I can finish if you don’t tell on me.” You added hopefully that he wouldn’t.

“No, no I won’t tell.” He replied nervously while walking down beside you and sitting next to you. “I’m Knox.” He introduced himself.

“(Y/n).” You introduced shaking his hand. “Knox…” You spoke trying to remember why the name sounded familiar. “Of course your Knox Overstreet!” You exclaimed finally piecing it together. “my little brother talks about how cool you and your friends are when we talk on the phone.” You stated smiling at him.

“Who’s your brother?” He questioned now curious.

“(Y/b/n), it’s his second year here so you might not know him as well as h knows you.” You answered putting the pencil in your hand up.

“Oh, no I don’t think I do.” He replied a little embarrassed that you now new of him but he didn’t know even your brother.

“It’s fine, I mean this school is huge so it would probably be a miracle for you to know everyone.” You stated while looking out at the scene you had been drawing.

“That’s really good.” He said looking at your sketchbook.

“Thanks, you can look at it if you want.” You replied handing it to him. He started to look through it. “I have to do a scenery painting for my project in art class and I remembered the lake here when we came to drop off my brother. So I had him find me a blind spot so I wouldn’t get caught.” You spoke but felt the need to stop because he probably didn’t care.

“These are good. Is this what you want to do? I mean like painting and all?” He asked honestly amazed.

“Yea, it’s what I want to do but I’m not allowed to do other than as a hobby.” You answered a hint of sadness in your voice.

“I understand that, your looking at a future banker here. No other career allowed.” He acknowledged how you felt.

You gave a weak chuckle, “guess we all have expectations we have to fill.” You hated it, having your life shaped for you.

“Yea my father says ‘if your future is layed out for you you’re lucky because it means life is figured out for you.’ But I don’t think that’s so.” He stated laying out on the ground placing both hands under his head.

“I don’t think so either.” You replied looking at him. “Because life, it’s like fate unpredictable.” You added looking back at the view in front of you.

“Yea.” He agreed.

The two of you understood each other, of course his friends all felt the same too, but this was different like you were meant to meet. He couldn’t explain the feelings inside of him except in one way, love. From the moment he saw you he felt it and now just from talking to you he knew that’s what it was.

“Knox, what is it you wanted to be?” You asked turning to him just as the bell rung from the building.

He sat up almost in disbelief of the time. “Is it already two?” He questioned looking at his watch. He stood quickly gathering his things, “it was nice to meet you (y/n).” He said to you as you stood up.

“You too Knox, maybe I’ll see you again.” You smiled hopefully and he stopped what he was doing for a second.

“Maybe here after school tomorrow? Or I could sneak out after and meet you.” He stated the second part more calmly than the first as you chuckled and wrote on one of your blank sketchbook pages before ripping it out.

“Yea um I go to Ridgeway.” You replied blushing. “Here, it’s my number in case you want to call.” You stated handing him the piece of paper.

A blush moved onto his face as he folded it up and put it in his pocket. That’s when he looked at his watch again, “I have to go.” He stated sadness in his voice.

“Don’t need to be late.” You noted with a smile on your face.

He smiled back and started walking to the front of the building before he stopped. “And to answer your question, I want to be a writer.” He answered before turning back the way he was going.

You left not long after he did. Your whole bike home you thought of Knox. How could you not? He was sweet and understanding and cute.

In his last class of the day Knox’s friends wanted to ask him where he had been since he was a minute late to class, but they’re teacher didn’t like talking without permission so they waited.

As soon as they dismissed his friends started in on questions. “Why were you late?” “Where were you free period?” “Who’s Number?” The last question was Charlie, of course he noticed part of the paper sticking out and pulled it out of his notebook for everyone to see.

“I met a girl.” He blushed and his friends pried wanting to know more. “Her name is (y/n).” He smiled staying her name.

“And are you gonna tell us any details?” Meeks asked, he was nosy but he was curious.

“I was just wondering around and I made it to that blind spot by the lake and she was there, drawing the scenery. So I talked to her, she’s amazing and she has a little brother that goes here.” He stated still smiling, “and I’m gonna see her tomorrow.” He added.

“That’s great!” Neil exclaimed.

Knox wanted the night to come and go, he wanted it to already be time to see you again, but he had to wait and this time he liked what the future had to offer.

He smiled and whispered, “Carpe Diem.”

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I had had this idea for some time

#dead poets society #dead poets society imagines #knox overstreet #Knox overstreet imagine #knox overstreet x reader

[thatgoblin]

RE Voice Actor Crack Drabble 16C

Jeff: So, you're Carlos.

Carlos: Yeah, that's me. *smiles nervously under everyone's gaze*

Nick: So, where are you two headed? It's a busy day with it being sunny and not too hot out.

Carlos: Uh, Stuido City and then maybe Venice.

Stephanie: *leans in to whisper to Nicole as the boys keep grilling Carlos* Is it just me or does he look like. . . Ya know?

Nicole: *whispers back* Nope, I see it. It's kind of scary how much they look alike.

Jeff: What kind of car do you drive? Hopefully nothing fast or dangerous. I mean, you're an EMT, I'm sure you've seen plenty of bad crashes.

Carlos: I drive a jeep. It's pretty safe. I accidentally rolled it once during winter up in the mountains when it got icy and it was fine. Just had a cracked windshield. I was wearing my seatbelt and everything. All I had were bruises.

Nick: So you know how to handle a slippery situation then. *nods* So do you know how yo handle yourself in case someone jumps you two?

Carlos: In the middle of the day? In Studio City?

Nick: Yeah.

Y/N: *can hear the conversation as they set the flowers down on the dining room table before rushing out* Okay! They're all watered and on the table. I'll be back later. I have my phone on me for EMERGENCIES ONLY. Not sure what time I'll be back, but don't worry about me, bye! *drags Carlos off with their arms linked*

Nicole: *waits till they've left* Everyone else saw that right?

Stephanie: Oh yeah. That's friggen weird.

Nick: See! That guy has something up!

Jeff: Exactly!

Neil: Hold on a second, you two are sounding paranoid. *points to Jeff and Nick* And you two, I absolutely agree with. *points to Stephenie and Nicole*

Jeff: Wait, what are you two talking about?

Nicole: Carlos looks like Leon. From RE 2!

Nick: *frowns before his eyes go wide* What the fuck?

Stephanie: Thank you! That'd weird right!? Why would Y/N go out with a dude that looks like Leon, but sounds like Carlos and is named Carlos?

Jeff: Because they think he's cute or something?

Stephanie: You know what, Jeff Schine. You are on your own. *walks off with a huff*

Nicole: *giggles, following behind her*

Nick: I don't get it. What are they talking about?

Neil: Oh dear god, it's a wonder you two seem to have made it this far in life. *sighs and goes to shower*

Master List of Drabbles

Tag List: @abysswhiskey11 @interviewedchicken @lonely-af-fangirl @girl-obsessed-with-things @mmmm----15 @depressedthebluefox @whimsywispsblog @singingsiren98 @parkerschurros @chrissyreid @bohica160 @death-is-beautiful

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[lu-dao-writes]

: ̗̀➛ 𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓼 (𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 𝙿𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 & 𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛)

❀ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ࿐ ˊˎ-  Travis has a crush on Sally.

❀ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈) ࿐ ˊˎ- Implied abuse, internalized homophobia and homophobia in general (It’s Travis y’all)

❀ 𝒜/𝒩 ࿐ ˊˎ-  Hello, hello! I’m like really into Sally Face and one day wrote this baby! This is a non-deadly hanahaki disease au and the ending I guess can be ambiguous? I mainly was focusing on a potential friendship between Sal and Travis, but you can think whatever 😜. I’m sorry for the wait and for any grammatical errors. Please enjoy! (Edited: 01/09/2023)

Travis tries to gather himself up, wiping away tears and snot with the sleeve of his magenta sweater, his other hand clenching tightly onto soggy bluebells. He wants to scream, to smash his already bruised fists against the stall walls of the bathroom, but that’ll just draw attention and he didn’t want that. He just wants to cry his heart out alone... The blond feels so overwhelmed with emotion and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He still can’t believe that he was even considering the idea of giving that note to.. To him.

To Sal Fisher.

Sal is such an enigma to him, and oh so kind. Travis doesn’t know how he does it, and he’s kind of jealous of it. He’ll spit the most cruelest words at the short, blue haired teen and Sal will either brush it off or throw some sass back at him.

‘Sal..’

Travis hates that he can’t stop thinking about him. It’s wrong. God doesn’t approve of such things! But.. Why? The blond teen can’t help but wonder that, never out loud of course otherwise he’ll get a swift and hard beating.

He hates how fast his heart beats when the prosthetic wearing teen is near, or when he hears his soothing voice… He also can’t help but think that Sal is just.. Just so beautiful. Poor Travis nearly drooled when he saw Sal in a skirt one time, nearly also giving him a heart attack, and he felt so ashamed after having such a big reaction.

Sometimes he’ll day dream about the Fisher boy; wondering about how Sal’s hand would feel in his, about kissing his face or his lips in general, or holding him or being held by him.. He also dreams of them being together openly like how Todd and Neil are, but that won’t- can’t ever happen…

The heartbreak always comes after he thinks too much about Sally.. Sal doesn’t like him- hence why he’s coughing up bluebells- and that’s what hurts the most..

He’s caught on from Larry one time that Sal has a huge crush on Ashley, and it sent him flying to the bathroom, choking up on his tears and the purple-blue petals. Travis has no shot and he’s slowly coming to terms with that, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt still.

“God damn it!” he chokes out, sniffling back runny snot. He uses the toilet paper to blow his nose when he suddenly hears the shuffling of shoes. ‘Crap! Who the fuck is here!?’

Much to his horror, familiar blue converses walk towards the stall he’s hiding in and park’s right in front of the door. ‘No.. No please don’t let it-!’

“Uh, Travis..?” comes Sal Fisher’s soft and soothing voice from outside the stall. Olive hands clench the still slimy petals and the material of his sweater.

“The fuck do you want, Sally Face!? Can’t a guy get some privacy!?”

“I’m sorry, I just heard noise from in here and came to check on whoever it was..”

Travis feels his heart throbbing and he clenches that area, feeling his lungs shutter. ‘Such a kind person.. Fuck, Sally Face you’re killing me..’

“Are you okay?” Sal softly inquires, leaning back against the door, his hands being stuffed into the pockets of his red ripped jeans.

“I’m fine now buzz off!” Travis snarls back, sniffling as quietly as he can. In the back of his mind though he knows it’s useless. Sal had already heard him crying.

It’s quiet for a moment and the blond continues staring down at Sal’s shoes, wondering when they’ll move.

“Travis.. Why do you hate me and my friends so much..? We’ve never done anything to you..”

He flinches when he hears his voice again. “Because you’re a bunch of homos and freaks! The shit you do isn’t right and I won’t be a part of it!”

Sal responds, remaining calm. “You do know that not all of us are gay, right? Todd and Neil are the ones who are, and we love and accept them because that’s who they are, and I think it’s wonderful! It’s not as bad as you think it is, Travis. It’s not a sin.”

“Whatever! It is wrong, and God won’t love and accept you! I want to go to heaven Sally Face, and I’m not letting a bunch of freaks take me down to hell!” he spits out through clenched teeth, ignoring the tears that spill down his face. ‘Just go away, Sally Face… Just please go away!’

Sal doesn’t respond, he just digs the tip of his foot into the tiled floor, contemplating his next words. “I.. Is your dad forcing that onto you..?”

Travis nearly chokes, his heart pounding rapidly. “Just because my father is the pastor doesn’t mean he controls me! I’m my own person!” ‘What a fucking lie that is..’

“I guess so.. It’s just that you seem really sad, man.. I bet it’s really rough having him as a father..”

‘You have no idea Sal.. It’s so fucking hard and I feel so alone..’ “You don’t even know half of it,” he mutters, wiping his eyes. “And don’t even apologize, I don’t want or need your pity.”

‘Stop pushing him away!’

‘But I have to! I have to!!’

“We don’t have to be enemies, Travis. I’m sure deep down you’re a good person who’s afraid to be himself. Look.. If you ever want to talk or something, you can always hang with me. You know where to find me,” Sal explains softly, his words being genuine.

A sob tears from him and he doesn’t bother concealing it. How can he still be so kind to him after all the hell he’s put him through!? “I.. Why are you being so nice to me, Sal? I’ve been nothing but uh..,” he trails of, sniffling harshly. “I.. I don’t really hate you, or your friends.. There’s a lot going on and.. And I’m sorry for the troubles I’ve caused to you and your friends..”

“I figured as much.. And it’s okay Travis, I’m sure if you tell them that they’ll understand. You don’t have to be alone..”

Sal shifts to where he’s no longer leaning against the door, now he’s facing the door. Travis thinks it over, standing up from the toilet so that he can drop the dirty tissues and petals into the toilet. The petals remind him of why he’s ‘sick’ in the first place, but the offer is just too sweet to reject. “I’ll think it over, Sally Face.. Thanks.. B-But don’t go around telling anyone about this..!”

A slight muffled laugh comes from the short teen and it makes the blond’s heart flutter, causing him to cough soon after.

“Your secret’s safe with me, Travis don’t worry. I’m gonna go now, I have to help my friends. You okay in here though?”

A light scoff comes from the blond, a tiny smile appearing as well. “I’m not a baby, Fisher. Go on.”

Perhaps he can’t have Sal’s heart, but a friendship isn’t so bad either.

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