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You're So Good To Me

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pairing: Envy Adams x Fem!Reader

warnings: smoking, drinking, someone giving envy basic human decency, slight smut mention near the end but we pull back bc i can't write smut for shit

word count: 4.1k (holy shit)

summary: you've been envy's personal assistant for a year and a half, and it's her last show on her solo tour. post-canon envy adams without the clash at demonhead, she catches up with the people in toronto. ramona and scott are still together, and young neil is now neil.

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It was kind of poetic how the last leg of the Envy Adams Tour ends in Toronto, where her solo career began.

She was tired, the travel and the work getting into her bones and seeping out her pores. She wanted to get the night done, sing her heart out, and then collapse in the bed of whatever five star hotel her manager picked for the night.

Envy was having a smoke at the alley beside the club. The cold of the Toronto air hitting her face, and she pulls her leather coat closed. She honestly didn’t know what to do now, she got her career to new heights, and made friends with everyone in her past as much as she could. There was no more anger in her, no more vendetta against anyone, and she didn’t know how to feel about all of it.

She’s had the time to reflect on her life in the quiet moments she had all year, in between times working and performing. All the things she’s done, and all the things that were done to her, it was all rough. Thinking about the past made her sigh so loud and get into the harshest headspaces.

She takes a drag out of her cigarette, the smoke filling her lungs before letting it out. The lights from the nearby shops and stores illuminated her in a soft light. She knew her manager was in there looking for her, probably stressed out of their mind, but she didn’t really care. She just wanted some peace before the adrenaline of being on stage hit her like a train, like it always did.

She felt slight droplets of rain fall on her, but she paid it no mind, still deep in thought. She takes another drag, until suddenly you burst out the side door. You were breathing heavily, her manager on your ass asking you to find the rockstar. You frantically looked everywhere, even embarrassingly walking in on someone in the bathroom thinking she was in one of the stalls.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, before grabbing an umbrella near the door and opening it. The rain was picking up now, and she just got done with hair and makeup. “Here,” you say quietly as you shield her from the rain. She sighs, still not looking at you. She figured you’d find her, but she didn’t wanna go in quite yet.

“Can’t they wait a little bit longer?” she requests in a small voice. The rumblings inside the club were muffled, but you knew they were only there for her. You give her a shrug, not wanting to speak in case she snapped out of whatever mood she was in that made her look so, … you couldn’t find the word. Meek? Small? None of the words matched what you were seeing. Envy was never those things, but here she was, seeming like she was contemplating the fate of the entire universe.

Being Envy’s personal assistant had its ups and downs. She was absolutely insufferable in some days, always wanting something done in the snap of her manicured fingers, and literally throwing everything she found insignificant and irrelevant out the window. She’d make you go through the entire city front and back just to get what she was particularly wanting.

On some days though, she was calm and quiet. Not wanting any disturbance, shushing any sound with a sharp look, and keeping by herself. She’d rarely call you in those days, only sending you a single-word text of what she needed, and threw you out the door once she got it.

But this, you haven’t really seen in the past tour run. She’s letting her tiredness show, her shoulders held not that high like most days, leaning against the wall of the alley like she might collapse in any moment, the cold of the night making her lip tremble slightly.

You realize you’ve been staring at your boss’ lips, and quickly look away. Heat reaches your face and the tips of your ears, and you wonder what the hell was that about. She finally turns to you, and you try not to trip over yourself. You could never get used to her looking at you, and if you told anyone no one would really blame you. It’s Envy Adams, but also she just looked at you like she knew everything about you already, like she had you all figured out from the moment her eyes landed on you.

You’ve had to memorize certain looks she’d give you if she wanted something, after a year or so working for her. You reach into your pocket and give her a compact mirror. She takes it from your hand, her fingers slightly brushing into yours, before checking her reflection to fix any damage the drizzle brought to her hair. She shrugs off rogue droplets on her coat, and nods to you, as you both head back inside, with you closing the umbrella and the door behind you.

Envy reaches backstage with you behind her, and already you could hear the crowd chanting her name. The manager appears in front of you, looking like they’re losing their hair with stress and worry. “Where the hell were you two? I’ve been looking everywhere-,”

Envy silences them with a look, getting ready with some sound guys giving her a mic and some makeup and hair assistants checking her over. You look on, seeing her face steel and eyes focus. “Alright, we’re ready!” One of the sound guys throws a thumbs up into the air, and Envy heads towards the stage.

“Hey!” You shout over the loud music, and she looks at you questioningly. You give her a smile. “Break a leg out there!” She gives you a look you can’t quite place, before nodding, getting back into focus. “Thanks,” she says.

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As the song ends, she thanks the crowd as they cheer and applaud. Envy is absolutely buzzing with energy. She had spotted Scott and the others tucked away near the bar, on their feet and cheering with the crowd, and she gives them a wave before exiting through the curtain.

You are immediately at her side, giving her a towel and a bottle of water. She dabs away some sweat and takes a sip as her manager approaches her. The crew are cheering, celebrating the end of the tour. Envy watches as they all shake hands and hug, and her manager tries to get her attention. You listen to the poor manager, noting an interview for a magazine in the oncoming days and put it on her schedule.

She gives you a look, and you lead her to a room backstage with a few couches scattered around. She sits with a sigh, taking another sip of her water before setting it down on a side table.

“Tell Julie and the others to come here,” she orders you. You give her a nod, before rushing out the room. You and Julie always butted heads, the other girl was adamant that Envy was her bestest friend from college and didn’t need an assistant when she had a friend like her. You just wanted to do your job, and didn’t really understand why the pony-tailed girl always did that thing with her mouth.

You get to the group near the bar, counting them in your head. Julie pops up to you, eyes wide. “Are we going backstage?” she asks you, excited. You nod, “Yup, and the others, too.”

Her face turns into a scowl, and turns to the group. “Okay, let’s ████ go, come on.”

Heads turn to look at you and Julie. A guy that you know as Scott smiles wide, and a girl with pink colored hair pats him in the shoulder. A guy with a button up pipes up as well, someone you remember as Stephen, and he chugs his beer before standing up from a stool. “Are there refreshments?” he asks. A younger guy appears behind him in a Zelda shirt nodding along, with a redhead in a tracksuit jacket flanking them. You wave them towards you, motioning them to follow along to the backstage area.

“Are you sure Knives couldn’t make it?” You hear from behind you. “Yeah, she said she kinda outgrew this type of sound.”

You arrive back to Envy with the group in tow, and she gets up to hug Julie and Scott. She nods to the others, and sits back down, and the others follow suit. You lean against the wall, trying to blend in and not be noticed. You notice the soft sounds of rock playing in the room’s speakers, and new drinks on the tables near the couches.

“You were really great up there,” the girl with the pink hair said, impressed. Envy waves her off. “You get used to it, Ramona. It honestly gets kinda old.” Scott laughs loudly, “Haha, old.” he repeats awkwardly.

Envy gives him a strange look, and looks at Ramona questioningly. She rolls her eyes, and leans forward, “You’re like the biggest ex he’s kinda friends with, so he’s being weird about it.” Envy lets out an ‘ahhh’ in understanding.

“So, that’s the end of the tour, right?” Stephen asks. The rockstar nods. “Oh, I heard you had that band open for you that one time. I forgot the name…” He trails off, taking a drink and sipping on it. Neil pipes up with the band’s name, and they both argue over what the band is actually called.

“I heard you’re getting a new contract with another record label. Is that true?” Julie starts to ask, and the room dissolves into their own discussions. You sigh, watching on, but mainly keeping your eyes on Envy. You figured if you were here for this weird reunion of her friends you might as well also be vigilant with your job.

She sneaks glances at you between talking with the others, and you jump every time thinking that she needs something. She doesn’t give you particular looks, it seems like her eyes just fall onto yours at every chance she gets. It makes your head spin.

She gives you a look this time, and this one means she wants a drink. Not the complementary ones they give to backstage, but her favorite one. You give her a nod and rush out back to the bar.

Stephen whistles at your speed, turning to Envy. “Hey, who was that? Like, a slave or something?” Envy chuckles and hums, “Personal assistant,” she explains. Julie rolls her eyes.

“Not even necessary if I’m being honest. You know you could ask me for anything, right Envy?” She leans towards the rockstar, but Envy just stares her down before Julie awkwardly retreats.

“Personal assistant. Not bad, not bad.” Stephen chimes. “Does she like, do everything for you?” Neil asks, timidly.

“I can do a lot of things myself, thanks. But my manager insisted.” Envy says, matter-of-factly. “So, what does she do exactly?” Kim asks from the corner of one of the couches.

“Anything I ask,” The blonde says with a smug smile. The boys mutter comments of “Cool” and “Hot” from their spots in the room. “I’m just really glad you’re back, and that we’re friends, even though we’re exes,” Scott begins, “We really got that closure in the last volume, but I’m just really happy that we’re actual friends now! How was the tour? How have you been?” His excitement is palpable, and Kim elbows him in the side for him to calm down.

“Well, the tour was great, everything is great,” Envy explains, before a look enters her face, “After the whole thing with…” She glances to Ramona, and the other girl nods, “I’ve just been calming down and focusing on myself.”

You arrive at the room, a drink and a bouquet of flowers in a vase in either hand. You approach the sitting Envy, handing her a drink with a coaster, and putting the vase on the table closest to her. “Last concert of the tour, I figured congratulations were in order.” You say in a low voice and she gives you a stunned look before nodding, and you return your spot against the wall.

Ramona sits up, leaning towards you. “Hey, you’re the personal assistant right?” You nod slowly, glancing at Envy to see if talking to them was okay. She doesn’t pay you any mind as she starts talking about shopping with Julie by her side. “How is she, as a boss?” Ramona asks lightly, joking with a smile. “I bet it’s a real delight.” Kim adds, sarcastically.

“It’s great, I mean…” Envy looks to you when she hears your voice, one eyebrow raised. “It’s an out-of-this-world experience, really.” You finish, retreating into yourself in shyness. Ramona eyes you, before turning to Scott once again. Envy stares at you before fiddling with the petals of the flowers you gave her, still surprised with how you knew they were her favorites.

You start to think to yourself as the others continue to hang out and talk. Did you like working for Envy? I mean, it’s hard on some days, but that’s any other job right? It’s a job with a rockstar, you reason, not really the most stable line of work if she decided to just one day quit making music, but you don’t see Envy doing that. She just started, no way she was gonna stop now. You’d be happy to be by her side through it all, you think, as you look at the blonde now.

Envy was laughing at something Julie had said, her earlier tired eyes now twinkling and her grin stretching to her whole face. You look at her seemingly soft lips again, her small nose, and the way her hair falls on her face before she quickly puts any out-of-place hair back in their place. Her fingers, always freshly manicured and painted red, grab the drink and you watch as her lips place themselves around the rim of the glass, slightly staining it red with her lipstick.

As you look rather longingly at your boss, Ramona watches you with a sly grin. She absolutely clocked you the moment you got back, and she mentally reminds herself to bring it up with Scott later. The group of friends order more drinks, everyone getting slightly rowdier.

Ramona is kissing Scott’s face everywhere but his lips, Neil and Stephen are having an arm wrestling match with Kim as a referee, and only Julie and Envy remain at their seats, talking like normal. You look on, yawning slightly as you look at the time. You hear the muffled sounds of the club music near the door, so you figured it couldn’t be that late.

“I wish Wallace was here, Wallace would have my back.”

“You’re such a big baby.”

“You twisted your wrist, that’s cheating!”

“You can’t prove anything.”

You watch on, chuckling lightly at the antics. You return your eyes to Envy, and her glassy eyes tell you that she’s tipsy. You get her another water, opening the cap before handing it to her. She gives you that small smile, and you give her one back.

As everyone prepares to leave, Envy gets pulled to the side by Ramona, wanting to talk with just her. She gives you a reassuring look, before going with the woman she’s gotten friendly with despite all their intertwined baggage.

“Y’know, you’ve changed a lot.” Ramona begins, and Envy crosses her arms in front of her. “I don’t know what you mean.”

The American rolls her eyes, “Oh cut the shit,” she says jokingly, and Envy lets out a chuckle. “It’s a good thing. You’re, more kind, in a way, lately.”

Envy lets out a sigh. “Yeah. I noticed,” she replies, not knowing what to say. “Something tells me you’re not used to that?” Ramona inquires.

“Not at all.”

Ramona glances at the group, at Scott, loudly complaining of his friends ganging up and mocking him, and she smiles. “You deserve good things, Envy,” she says softly.

“Don’t let yourself get in the way.” With that, Ramona takes her leave, joining the rest. Envy takes a breath, not knowing what to do, before going back to your side.

Envy says her goodbyes and gives you a look to follow her out. Surprisingly, the group also says their goodbyes to you, and you nod your head at them awkwardly in farewell. As you two leave, Scott leans towards his girlfriend. “Hey, what was that with Envy earlier?” he asks, his drunk brain confused. She kisses him on the cheek, “I’ll tell you later.”

You and Envy get to the limo out front, her bodyguards blocking the crowd on your way out. As you sit on the leather interior, Envy nods at the driver through the partition and it speeds off to the hotel. You sigh, fixing Envy’s schedule for the oncoming days. An interview, a photoshoot, all the usual stops for the end of the tour.

“You got the day off tomorrow, with nothing really happening. The photoshoot with that magazine is on the day after, the call time is at 10AM, and the radio is asking for an interview after that at around 4PM.” You begin to list off, and Envy rubs her temples and softly shushes you.

You quiet down immediately, afraid you stressed her out. You give her some pain medication from her bag for the headache, and she waves you off, not needing them. She sighs tiredly, and looks at you. You meet her eyes, apology written all over your face. She reaches out and caresses your cheek. Your eyes widened, not really anticipating that she was way more drunk than you thought.

“Let’s call it a night, yeah?” she murmurs, placing one index finger to your lips, “No work talk until tomorrow,” she slurs her words slightly. She pulls away, and promptly dozes off on her side of the limo. You blink, your jaw dropping and closing with no sound, but your mind is screaming. What the hell was that?

The limo arrives at the hotel, and you put Envy’s arm over your shoulders, supporting her on her way inside. The bodyguards block the view to anyone that might be near, but the area was surprisingly empty this time of night. You make her lean on the wall in the elevator, and press the button to her floor. You fish out the keys from her bag, and Envy just looks at you with a small smile again.

She tries to move closer to you but stumbles in the height of her boots, and you catch her in time. She leans over you, and the proximity allows you to smell the liquor in her breath. “How many did I have tonight, Y/N?” she asks, groggy as she readjusts her stance. You count in your head how many you handed her, ultimately concluding with four drinks. You start to tell her, but she leans a bit too close and you panic internally. “Hmm? Was it four? Because it felt like five,” she giggles, a finger twirling her long blonde hair.

“Yep, definitely feeling like five,” you mutter jokingly. The elevator dings to her floor, and you try to guide her to the door. You scan the key card at the door, and she giggles on the way inside. You place her on the bed as you turn on the dim lights. You help her with her high boots, taking them off gently one at a time. She complies for the most part, her eyes following your every move.

You pay it no mind, focusing on getting her ready for bed. If you looked back into her eyes, you knew you would freeze, stopping and staring like you always did. Now that you think about it, from her perspective it must look like you’re always a deer in headlights. You chuckle at the thought slightly, and she tilts her head in confusion. “What’s so funny?” You shake your head. “Nothing, nothing. Let me help you take your makeup off.”

You get the wipes from her luggage, and motion her to get closer to the edge of the bed. She pouts, and it’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. “Hey,” she calls for your attention, and you look at her as she’s seemingly deep in thought. “How’d you know what my favorite flowers are?” You pause, before shrugging. “You mentioned it once, while you were talking with someone at the studio.” She hums, trying to remember the moment before shaking her head at you. “Unbelievable that you’d remember that,” she mutters.

She scoots closer, moves some hair away to clear her face, and leans back with her hands behind her supporting her weight. You tilt her head up so you can see, and you see a flicker of an emotion you can’t name come over her eyes before looking at you. You gently wipe away the makeup from her face, over her eyelids and cheeks. Your other hand still on her chin, you grab another wipe for her lipstick, smudging it off. Your eyes focus on the softness of them, their fullness, before you realize and look at her eyes in panic. Her eyes are half-lidded, and she bites her bottom lip. You don’t even notice how close you got now, just registering the proximity between you two. She sits up, bringing herself closer to you, and puts her hands on your waist.

You feel her pull, and you go from leaning over her to being on her lap. You let out a shaky breath, her lips so tantalizingly close. “This is, um…” you whisper, “E-Envy, I…” Your thighs are on either side of her hips, and the heat between you two makes you shake. The last sliver of your self-control is starting to wane. This is Envy Adams, this is your boss, you work for her, you’re always going to be beneath her.

Well, except now, she’s underneath you. She rolls her hips, slightly grinding at the spot between your thighs, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your mouth. She smirks, gazing longing at your lips before looking into your eyes. “Kiss me,” she orders. And you don’t find it within yourself to not comply.

Her lips feel softer than they look, and you melt into a puddle in her hands. The way she kisses you makes your head dizzy, and you feel her nibble on your bottom lip. Your need for her grew, and the feeling of her lips and tongue on yours made you squeeze your thighs in a vain attempt to calm the throbbing from your center.

She chuckles against you, her kisses leading down to your neck. She sucks on your pulse point, bites, and licks it to soothe the sting. It leaves you a quivering, whimpering mess. You feel her smirk against your skin, and you wanna kiss it off her face.

“Sweet girl, so fucking sweet,” she whispers, “So, so fucking good to me.” Envy stops kissing your neck, tucking in her head underneath your chin, and you start to breathe to calm down. She has her ear on your heartbeat, and she can’t stop the tear from rolling down her cheek. “You’re, so good to me,” she whispers, and breaks into a sob.

You put your arms around her and hold her, whispering comforting reassurances. “Shh, you’re okay. You’re with me, I got you.” You say to her, and it makes her cry more.

She pulls away to look into your eyes, and you wipe the tears away. She doesn’t understand why you seemingly know what to say and what to do every time she turns to look at you, but you do.You treat her with so much care, so much consideration and gentleness that she hasn’t experienced in a long while. “I’ve been, thinking if I turned soft, like, I’ve lost the chip on my shoulder or something.”

“I knew this Envy stuff was a mask, but I guess I kind of lost myself in it for a while,” she admits, and you’ve never seen her so vulnerable like this. Envy was always a mystery to you, so tough and determined and focused. “You make me feel like my old self again. Being around you, you make me want to be myself.”

You give her a smile, and embrace her in your arms once more. “Oh Envy, …” you softly say, and she pulls away again. “Please,” she bites her lip, “Call me Nat.”

#envy adams x reader #envy adams imagines #scott pilgrim imagines #envy adams is gay

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wildernezz · 2 months

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dead poets society scene that cannot be slept on any longer (im just rambling and analyzing the sillies and pretending to be smart. also spoilers loll)

I GET THAT THE DEAD POETS SOCIETY BARELY HAS A FANDOM BUT WHY DOES EVERYONE SLEEP ON THE PUNCH SCENE WITH CHARLIE AND CAMERON?? IT'S GENUINELY SO WELL WRITTEN AND PROBABLY ONE OF THE BEST DIALOGUE SCENES I'VE SEEN IN FILM??? HELLO?????

every single actor in this scene does such an amazing job. they genuinely all feel like such real and complex characters it's insane.

i don't care if you hate cameron's character but you cannot deny that his scene was amazingly pathetic. his actor did such a perfect job at portraying him almost like a rat backed into a corner. he's doing everything he can to save himself, telling himself he's the one in the right, the one with common sense, when he knows he's faking it. all his dominance is such a pathetic lie and it's genuinely impressive to watch it be portrayed so accurately. it is exactly what it's like to watch someone desperately claw for an ounce of respect. cameron was always a desperate character, and the moment he got the chance to drop his friends and come out "higher" than them, it just made him even sadder to watch.

and meanwhile charlie's the perfect example of failed justice and passion being outpoured all at once. he has so much determination and desire to stand up for what he believes, but it's all pouring out at once. he doesn't know how to handle all of it. he knows he's done for but he can't give up for the life of him, and it all comes out in a solid swing to cameron's face. that single punch probably sums up everything about charlie, and honestly everything i love about him as a character. he seems like a menace-y little bastard, but at the end of the day he just genuinely wants to do what he thinks is right. he's fiercely protective of the people he looks up to but he'll never admit it. that little shit has ZERO clue how to handle his emotions rationally and it's honestly respectable. he doesn't know exactly who he is, but his values are so strong that he's unknowingly guided by them. basically he's just a silly little guy and i hope he punches people more often :3

AND TODD THE BELOVED <33 he is so underrated in this scene it's insane. every word feels like it's falling out of him. he's lost his best friend and he's lost all control over himself. it's powerful seeing such quiet and reserved character unwillingly transform into everything they've been trying to keep down. i will forever be in love with how his character completely breaks down after neil's death. this is kinda just me projecting but he fr feels like a representation of all of my own thoughts when breaking down, except he's actually voicing them. todd supremacy for-fucking-ever.

THE OTHERS ARE ALSO SPECIAL TOO BUT THEY DONT GET A LOTTA LINES FOR ME TO ESPECIALLY ANALYZE SO IM JUST GONNA ADD RANDOM TIDBITS OF THE OTHERS HERE.

i absolutely adore how knox acts in this scene. especially his lines of "don't touch him charlie, you do and you're out," and then for that to be followed by "you don't know that" after charlie's little "i'm out anyway"?????? knox's entire personality in this movie might be about trying to rizz up girls (and it's a little concerning now but it was a different time guys please he's silly guys i swear), but he's honestly SOO sweet when he's not focused on that. he's just as protective of his friends and it's so nice seeing him be the voice of reason. like did u guys not see how quickly he reached for charlie when he was about to kick cameron's ass????? he genuinely wants the best for his friends and he knows them well enough to try and stop them from doing any irrational shit (even tho it failed later but shshsh). love knox for that.

meeks and pitts don't say anything in this scene, but their looks alone give off so much. you can just SEE how much meeks feels betrayed by cameron, and then pitts looks like he's still trying to process the fact that cameron would even do something like that. it's honestly so sad but god it's so amazing to watch.

anyways thank u for coming to my ted talk plspls ask me about films or drop ur random analyzations to me im so desperate to analyze my favorite little guys :33

#dead poets society #analyzing #ramblings #film loser analyzes 6 white boys real #i swear im normal

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rrcenic · 6 months

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MORE dead poets as things my friends/family have said because i spend basically every evening at rehearsals and. i hear things

knox: you don’t smell like santa, you smell like…

knox: …

knox: you smell very nice actually

todd: thanks??

knox: hey, it’s a welcome change from how charlie smells

knox: yeah, and at work, i always make special pizza for the girls

meek: …

meeks: i’m not sure i want to know what that means

knox: well the girls that come through usually want more bacon and less veggies. and sometimes they’re gluten free

meeks: ohhhh. that kind of special

neil: did i get that line right?

mr keating: sorry, no

neil: shit

cameron, screaming: SWEAR JAR. NOW.

knox: it’s amazing, we’ve been doing this show for weeks, and we all still find it hilarious every rehearsal

neil: you find it hilarious. you find everything hilarious

charlie: and if it’s too cold to sled, we’ll have lots of sex in bed~

cameron: what did you just say?!

charlie: …nuthin

cameron: this is a family show!!!

meeks: an old lady responded to the text about my campaign

meeks: she said “i hope you lose, you little fucker”

pitts: damn

meeks: elderly republicans, man. they’re a different breed

charlie: your shoes are untied

knox: *checks* hey, no they aren’t!

charlie: knox. you aren’t even wearing shoes right now. why did you look

neil: i don’t know what fucked me up but i’m watching a detective show and i keep getting excited when the killers are hot

charlie: heheheh

neil: no i’m serious. what’s wrong with me.

charlie: heheheh

meeks: i don’t get it. we aren’t all farmers anymore, what’s the point?

charlie: are you talking about incest?

pitts: DAYLIGHTS SAVINGS, CHARLIE

keating: alright, you can’t all talk over me at once!

the poets: …

keating: …okay, you can, but we won’t get anything done

charlie: merry christmas, everyone!

cameron: please… it’s not even halloween yet… i’m so tired….

#nics stuff #dps #dead poets society #dead poets society incorrect quotes #dps incorrect quotes #incorrect dps #incorrect dead poets society

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ash5monster01 · 5 days

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Goes On Chapter Fifteen

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!FemReader

Warnings: 18+, depression, mentions of suicide, heavy topics, eventual smut, slow burn romance, fluff, gender themes/stereotypes.

Summary: Against his best efforts Charlie has to start at a new preparatory school after the tragic events that took place at Welton. The very events that led to the loss of his best friend and getting expelled in the first place. He has no plans to make friends let alone get close to anyone ever again. That is until he meets Evelyn and her interesting group of friends. No matter how hard he tries to push them away he finds it to be impossible. So he caves and in the end learns that life can still be enjoyable even if it feels like everyone is against you.

word count: 2.6k

Fourteen ←→ Epilogue

Masterlist

Welton Academy, VT

4/16/60

It had been four months to the day since Charlie found out about Neil. Not so long ago he had experienced the best four months of his life. To think he had just gone through four months of his worst was mind numbing in a way he couldn’t comprehend. So he let this thought consume him as he took a bus to the ferry and then the ferry to another bus just to be met with the large metal gate he thought he would never have to see again.

He didn’t have to call and ask if they’d be here. He knew they would. Easter wasn’t a big enough Holiday for the parents to pull them out of school. The most they’d have to attend was Easter service tomorrow and classes would be back on schedule on Tuesday. That meant Charlie had all of this weekend to come to terms with what his life was becoming. Come to terms to who he was without Welton or Neil.

Considering he was expelled he didn’t know the proper etiquette for visiting the school. He didn’t care to know anyway so he snuck in, something he had done hundreds of times before and made his way through the empty halls and passing all the familiar rooms. It was weird being back here when he thought it wouldn’t be. That he would always be a part of this school somehow or another. It was still weird to think he wasn’t. This thought scared him as he knocked softly on the safest door.

“Charlie!” Meeks surprised voice squeaked as his eyes widened at the sight of him. Charlie quickly lifted his finger to shush him, pushing him inside as he stepped into the room and out of sight of any teachers eyes. It’s possible he was allowed to visit but based on the terms he left, he didn’t want to bother to find out he wasn’t.

“Hey Meeks” he grinned softly, the happiness of seeing his friend outweighing the sadness burrowed deep inside. When Meeks finally realized this isn’t a hallucination he hugs him quickly.

“Pittsie” Charlie nods at the boy who gapes at him from his desk, standing to hug him as well. Charlie already feels the heavy tears burning against the back of his eyes as he holds his two friends.

“What’re you doing here?” Pitts asks once they pull away and Charlie offers his familiar smirk, one that had become so foreign over the last few months, as he sets his suitcase down.

“Ridge gives their students the entire week off and since my parents figure I’m staying on campus to keep up with my studies, I figured I’d come here. See my best pals” Charlie explains, leaving out the very grave detail he did intend on staying at Ridge, all up until the girl he loved looked at him with eyes as cold as the dead of winter.

“We gotta get Todd and Knox” Meeks starts for the door and Charlie doesn’t stop him, laughing lightly as his red-headed friend takes off on his mission. Charlie hates how familiar and foreign everything around him feels when not so long ago his presence here wouldn’t have been such a big deal. It doesn’t take long for Meeks to return, the two boys barreling behind him just to see if Meeks speaks the truth.

“Holy shit” is all Knox can say when he finally spots him, wrapping his arms around him in a large hug. Charlie laughs at the excitement, hugging him back just as enthusiastically.

“Knoxie, how’s Chris?” Charlie smirks and Knox just smiles, softly shaking his head. He snuck out any chance he could to meet the beautiful blonde girl and risked being killed by Chet Danbury everyday, but man was it worth it.

“Still a dream” he grins, cheeks flushed because somehow he was able to keep his dream girl through all of this. Charlie just smiles back, nodding his head because he knows a thing or two about falling head over heels for a girl now. He’s brought back to reality when he spots Todd who stays standing in the doorway, eyeing him as if he looked away Charlie would somehow disappear.

“Todd, heard you started a revolution” Charlie grins that familiar smile at him and all the times Todd imagined seeing his face again it was nothing like this. Yet to see it in person again felt like being wrapped in a warm hug.

“Ah I learned from the best” Todd says after a beat, waving a hand as if to brush off the sentiment but it doesn’t make Charlie any less proud as he pulls the boy into a tight hug and ruffles the blonde hair on his head.

“Who would’ve thought quiet old Todd would grown a pair” Charlie says when he lets him go, the teasing tone not matching the adoration in his eyes. Not so long ago he thought of Todd as Neil’s quiet roommate and now he was considerably his best friend.

“It was a one time thing, one more stunt and I’m out like you Nuwanda” Todd teases back and Charlie just laughs, moving and flopping onto Meeks bed.

“That’s not a bad thing” Charlie jokes, hands motioning upward as he relaxed against the cushions. It was still a dorm bed but it was better than two buses and a ferry.

“How’s Ridge? How’s the girls?” Knox asks, eyebrows wiggling with suggestion as the boys all begin to settle around the room and catch up.

“Ridge sucks. I’m on track because I didn’t sign up for any sports in time and they made me take it anyway. As for the curriculum it’s the same old boring shit and Dr. J Evans Pritchard” Charlie sneers, thinking of that God forsaken school they stuck him in. Before Keating he might’ve actually liked to go there and experience co-ed but now it was cruel punishment made to diminish his spirit even more.

“And the girls?” Pitts inquires, not missing how Charlie skipped over the little fact in his spiel.

“Fine I guess, my girlfriend is pretty pissed at me right now though” and gasps quickly come from each of the guys around the room as Charlie drops this bomb.

“It’s Evelyn, isn’t it?” Meeks asks, knowing she was the female lead in every story Charlie told when he called. It would be the only thing to make any sense.

“Yes it’s Evelyn” Charlie confirms, rolling his eyes even though just mentioning her name makes his heart soar. Leaving on the bad terms that they did hurt him, but she was still who he wanted to comfort him.

“Got a picture hot shot?” Todd asks and Charlie chuckles, leaning to his side in order to reach the wallet in his back pocket. When he finally frees it, he flips it open to pull out the photos they just recently got back from the Valentine’s dance. How he convinced her to take it he wasn’t sure but he was sure glad they did.

“Wow” Pitts breathes as the picture slips between his fingers and for the first time since Neil’s death a real smirk graces Charlie’s lips. Not a fake one or a forced one, a real one. Pride swells in his chest and it’s the first time he’s had this feeling in a very long time. As the boys pass around the picture of his girl Charlie can’t help but smile at each one.

“Only Charles could bag a chick like that” Meeks says while shaking his head and passing back the picture of the gorgeous girl in Charlie’s arms.

“She’s not a chick” Charlie corrects, slipping the picture safely back into his wallet. “She’s amazing though. Not shy at all and always calls me on my shit. I tried to stay away, I really did. I just couldn’t help myself”

“That doesn’t surprise me” Knox jokes and Charlie glares half heartedly as he looks back at each of the boys.

“How’d you get her to date you?” Meeks asks, curious as to how Charlie actually found a decent girl and not a ditz like the ones he brought to the cave that one time.

“Not sure to be honest, one night I knew she was alone and snuck into her room. Just couldn’t stop myself, she’s the best” Charlie says, mind still stuck on how sweet her kisses are and the taste of her lips.

“Well when do we get to meet her?” Knox eagerly asks, having been the only one of the group to ever actually share words with the girl even if they were brief.

“I don’t know, she’s pretty upset with me right now” Charlie sighs, mind still reeling and trying to wrap around what happened not so long ago. The catalyst to even bring him here.

“What’d you do?” Pitts asks with a snort, picturing the old Charlie doing some idiotic stunt to get him in trouble. If only that was the case.

“You didn’t tell her” Todd suddenly mutters and Charlie’s eyes lock onto his own, sharing a look foreign to the others around him.

“Yeah and she found out. I don’t blame her honestly. She probably thinks I was using her and she knows nothing about me which in a way she doesn’t. Neil was apart of every aspect of my life and if it included him, I didn’t bring it up” the boys realize what they mean in an instant, realization flooding across each of their faces.

“But why, Neil was your best friend?” Meeks says, head shaking and trying to understand the boy in front of them. To be honest none of them have gone as long as they have without seeing the boy before. Maybe things weren’t entirely as they seemed.

“He is my best friend. That’s why I can’t. How do I not only admit to myself but everyone around me that he’s actually gone. I’m all alone now. I’m stuck in that school with no one who understands me and I hate everything about it. I’m no longer Nuwanda, I’m barely even Charlie” Charlie gasps, eyebrows furrowed and heart straining in his chest. The boys watch him, words getting desperate at they come out and Charlie begins to feel that familiar tightening in his chest, the panic rising up his spine.

“You’re not alone Charlie” Todd says with the shake of his head and all the boys eye the two, waiting to see what either one of them would say.

“I am Todd, you guys got to stay here with each other but I was left to grieve on my own” Charlie says but Todd stays firm on his sentence, staring Charlie down with a confidence he never expected to posses.

“No you’re not. You have Evelyn and if I’m not mistaken a few other people at that school. You may not have know them long but four months is enough time to care for a person. I should know” Todd says, words sharp and strong and Charlie freezes as these words sink in. Up until Neil died they had only known Todd four months and he was just as important. So why couldn’t the kids at Ridge be the same.

“Shit Todd, I didn’t mean it like that” Charlie starts but Todd is shaking his head, stopping him short and Charlie waits for him to speak again.

“Just don’t count them out. If you push away every person in your life only because they didn’t know you before Neil then you’re bound to be lonely forever” Todd says and Charlie nods, wrapping his head around the fact that the very people at Ridge he had come to love were more important than he thought.

Not only was Evelyn important to him but the rest were too. Nate was his roommate and the only person he had let close since Neil. Marty was kind, looking out for him any chance he got. Laurie was funny and defended him when necessary. Violet was honest and would tell him the truth when he needed it most. Evelyn was understanding, and passionate about everything around her. They were beautiful people and he had spent so long pitying himself he never got a chance to fully enjoy it. He could see Neil now, almost cursing him for not allowing people close. He was Charlie Dalton for God sakes, a legend who had spent so long pretending he wasn’t.

“Neil didn’t die to kill your spirit, he died because he lost his own. So we should spend everyday making sure we enjoy it. Not only enough for ourselves but him too” Knox says and Charlie tries his best not to cry all over again. He had never looked at it like this, never allowed himself to think about the fact he was wasting so much time waiting for something that would never happen. Neil to come back.

“God I did fuck up” Charlie groans, hands reaching up to tug at his hair and the other boys laugh even though there is a layer of sadness now filling the room that they all figured would never leave.

“No you didn’t, you’re Charlie Dalton after all. You’ll find a way to make it up to her” Knox encourages, hand reaching to pat the boys back and Charlie chuckles, mind already trying to come up with ideas on how to make it up to all of them.

“Maybe but until then I think I just need to spend some time here. Finally let myself heal” he says and the boys nod, understanding exactly what he means. At first it was hard being at Welton without either of the boys, rules becoming more strict and classes becoming harder. Yet after a while it became healing. Classrooms holding memories like a time capsule that comforted them in a way nothing else could.

It was little things. Like learning Shakespeare in class which would remind them of how amazing Neil was in the play. When it was meatloaf for dinner they could eat it remembering it was his favorite. When they scored goals in soccer they could still hear Neil cheering. He was everywhere within the school, a permanent reminder in its walls and even if the memories sometimes hurt, at least somewhere on this earth still held the spirit of him. Welton and this town would forever hold the spirit of him and that was better than any comfort any of the boys had known.

“That’s a good idea, we can hide you in our rooms and go and visit Neil” Pitts voices his excitement and the boy freeze, waiting to see Charlie’s reaction. It had become common for them to visit Neil’s grave but Charlie hadn’t since the funeral. Charlie didn’t even know it was something they did.

“I would love that, even more if no one mentions my presence to Cameron” Charlie responds with his cool and confident tone that for the first time felt right to still have. The boys just laugh, nodding their heads in agreement.

“We can manage that” Meeks says and Charlie grins, sitting up and finally feeling more of him falling back into place. Maybe Nate was right after all, just being here was already healing him. He wished he could stay forever. Thing was, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, life goes on. So he needed to spend as much time as he could, remembering not to forget that.

“Good now one of you needs to sneak into the finks room and recover my stash”

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achillyscomedown · 7 months

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dead poets as song lyrics pt 4

neil: feeling so bad // i feel like my dad // i feel like the boy in the movies // i misunderstood // you say i’m no good // you don’t know the first thing about me // still i want you to call // i need you to call // i want you to call me // i know that you won’t // - // i changed all my clothes // and powdered my nose // it don’t change a thing about me at all // and i feel confused // there’s not just one voice // but there’s two in my head and i don’t know who to choose // beautiful people by malice k //

todd: first i’ll say, i apologize for calling // but i saw your face in a magazine today // wasn’t you, too late // all my tears already falling // tried to turn the page, but our story wasn’t stopping // - // you and i, sacrificed my adolescence // just to waste my time, on the edges of your life // but we’ve grown too close, now it can’t amount to nothing // i can hear your voice, in the music on the radio // - // can you make us stay forever? // are we done? // never ending song by conan gray //

charlie: there’s a swiss army knife inside my ukulele case, just in case shit goes down // and i will place my teeth just above my tongue, and i will try not to make a sound // there is blood in my sink, there’s blood in my sink, right where i spat it up // and there is blood in my sink, there’s blood in my sink, it’s telling me i shouldn’t give up // flower power by bears in trees //

knox: i need to feel needed and i need it more than i let on // i’ll be home, just thinking about you, maybe call like i used to // but i’ll stay home alone, because alone is safer than with you // i like you inconveniently // you’re squeezing out my dopamine // yeah you like me in spite of me // i feel these feelings quietly // you’re cool but inconvenient // now my energy’s depleted // take a seat, babe, if you need it // like i do, ‘cause i’m defeated // high definition by waterparks //

meeks: feeling sick of myself // think i’ll try to be someone else // can’t be hard to paint a person in my head, create a version // the parallel // pull my head out the sand // try as hard as i can // guess i must be satisfactory // sweet tooth by cavetown //

pitts: they’ve been saying, “you’re sophisticated” // they’re complaining, overeducated // you are saying, all the words i’m dreaming // say it after me // they will blame us // crucify and shame us // we can’t help it // if we are a problem // we are trying hard to get your attention // the adults are talking by the strokes //

cameron: can you spare any mercy that you might find? // if i’m down on my knees again? // deep down, way down lord, i try // try to follow your light, but it’s night time // please, don’t leave me in the end // there’s darkness in the distance // i’m begging for forgiveness // but i know i might resist it // daylight by david kushner //

#dead poets society #dead poets fandom #neil perry #charlie dalton #todd anderson #dead poets #knox overstreet #gerard pitts #kinda depressing #dead poets headcanons #song lyrics #lyrics #song #richard cameron #dps boys #dps #dps fandom #dps headcanons #anderperry

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inahallucination · 1 year

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anderperry au where mr perry doesn’t want neil dating becuz that might make him happy distract him

but the andersons are a family of money and influence (i mean im guessing) and after hiding their relationship constantly from eyes that might report back to mr perry and almost being caught becuz of his random visits, neil and todd decide they need to do something

and todd remembers back when jeff got a girlfriend, todd didn’t know her name, jeff barely knew her name, but their parents had gushed about her family name and the potential business deals (they’d broken up not long after adn they had switched to ‘well there are better families’ and ‘you should focus on your school and you’ll find a better family in college’ though jeff had just looked bored adn relieved)

and todd’s like wait that could work

adn so the poets hatch a plan to let mr perry think that neil pursuing todd is his idea for the sake of a potential partnership with the andersons (idk what the families do but its probably boring and compatible)

the first step is putting the idea in his head

so when mr perry comes to yell at neil for one thing or the other one fo the poets just happens to come and complain about being worried about being set u with another poet because of family business

and then to put todd in the list of potential candidates they have lookout watching mr perry come see neil just in time to ‘accidently overhear’ todd ask neil if he wants to come with todd to visit his brother, JEFF ANDERSON at harvard or wherever the fuck jeff is at (did he or did he not blackmail the fuck out of his older brother to convince him to this plan ? mayhaps . could it still have been done if he just asked ? mayhaps .)

to sweeten the deal, todd calls neil during thanksgiving break to invite him to some get together his parents are hosting

of course, there’s the added bonus of the andersons thinking that someone who’s set to harvard being in a relationship wtiht heir son will be good for them

(if u got this far adn are still thinking ‘wait the andersons and the perrys are pieces of shit why r they so accepting’ have i ever written an au where anyone is homophobic)

so anyway

all this and mr perry finally tells neilt hat he should consider getting closer to the anderson kid while teh andersons probably imply the same and have todd blink at them and say ‘what, like married? i don’t think we can until we’re like 18’ because he kinda forgot that his parents didn't know about him and neil because he was so focused on the perrys

anyway

on the other side, neil tells his dad that him and todd are already really close friends

and mr perry is like ‘have you considered pursuing a relationship’

and neil’s like ‘im not allowed to date dad’

and mr perrys like given the circumstances, that rule is no longer important, in terms of todd anderson

and neil’s like ‘well i’ll try, but ill have to convince todd that im interesting beyond just like school stuff’

and mr perry’s like jsut do whatever you think you need to do, an in into the anderson family could be good

and neil’s like of course dad and then he goes back to todd to kiss him senseless because yayyyy it worked !!

and yeah

were there less complicated ways to get the same result ? probably, but todd and neil asked charlie and meeks for help planning, and it kind of spiraled

but like i want a 293458298523 words fic of the poets gaslighting mr perry into thinking anderperry was his brilliant business idea while neil adn todd, already planning their future because theyre fucking saps, are making out in the background

#dead poets society #deadpoets #dead poets #dead poets headcanons #dps headcanon #dps fic #dps headcanons #anderperry #mr perry #todd anderson #neil perry #anderperry headcanons #anderperry au #anderperry fanfic #anderperry fanfiction #the poets

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teddy06writes · 2 years

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Dating the Dead Poets HCs

Requested by this anon: "yo hey if your taking requests can i request some headcanons about whatd itd be like to date poly!dead poets? tnx :3"

The Dead Poets x reader

Trigger warnings: maybe some swearing

premise: hcs for dating the poets!

so, no, i in fact do not know you all get together, bc logistally there are too many possibilities

but, in general, with you to complete the group, it's the perfect fit with everyone balancing eachother out

When Cam and Todd (or any of the others really) are up too late trying to study, you and Neil always tag team them into going to bed

You and Cam talk charlie out of doing stupid shit a lot

Helping Knox plan romantic dates for the whole group, (and keeping him from going too overboard)

I feel like after every event worth celebrating, once it's done, you all go up to the diner in Town and cram yourself into one booth, as a treat; so like, after any of Neil's plays- diner, a winning a rowing competition- diner, winning a soccer game- diner, pitts and meeks complete another invention or experiment- diner,

The best part (probably) about having seven boyfriends, is that you always have someone to talk to, or hang out with, even if some of the others have to be off doing something

at least twice a month, you guys make a giant pillow for in Charlie and Cameron's room, and just like ignore any responsibility for a weekend,

dude, during dead poets meetings, if you get cold theres always any number of them more than willing to cuddle 'for warmth'

uhhh thats all i've got

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ca-suffit · 2 months

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This nonstop victim parade is v funny on a level because they all really started to shut up once I got here. They go in cycles with this and I've watched them a long time. They never say what they did. This is just like the Neil "apology." It's a gesture. It's not real. "I should have handled myself better at times." What did you do then. Share with the class. Explain your shit so you take accountability. Say it in a way that isn't making you out to be some meek victim. It's not working on most of us. Show us the fucking receipts for this Lestat fan bullying you all keep talking about too. I want to see that. If it's so prominent then where the fuck is it? Cuz all I see is some sensitive ass babies who have made themselves the gatekeepers of the fandom and hate on black fans constantly like they're slick with how they do it too. You're crazy for ep 5, you obsess over that shit and you will lose it fr if they don't cancel it. You talk about black fans like everyone's too stupid for "the truth" of it "really" being a manipulated memory, but let's talk about how you can't handle if it's true and Lestat really did all that? Why can't you do that? That's where your bullshit "bullying" comes from. People don't coddle Lestat, people *gasp* hate the man! and there's your receipts. Someone says "Lestat kys" and you're making a fandom PSA about "bullies." You're SO self-centered! You saw a black man get beaten like that and you made it all about feeling bad for the white guy? You're saying the white guy's fans are the real victims here? Girl if you don't shut the fuck up. Wake up already to your antiblackness. "We should've been able to have mature discussions." Exactly, and how have you contributed to this? People follow and comment on the context of the show (of which you are not a writer on) and you're out here calling everyone dummies because of the BOOKS. Always the BOOKS. Anne Rice is dead, baby, she ain't writing this show. Neither are you. How do the natural consequences of your egomaniacal bullshit taste now? Am I riding your dick enough for all the attention you've been ordering with this superiority complex you project all over? Don't you like having someone here doing all of this in public like you're always crying is happening anyway? Isn't this what you wanted?<3 You're literally right on that train with him and that dog, saying to everyone else "I love our family." Shut the whole fuck up. You love control and you love feeling superior, especially over black fans. You can't go long without mentioning "that group" like anyone's ever done anything to you but stay out of the tags even! You're so bothered anyway tho! You can't even let black people have tumblr accounts way the fuck away from you. Pretend all day you don't care about this shit, I see you. I know you're reading all of this. Choke on it. You shouldn't have been pulling this shit so long, then I wouldn't be here. You created this, remember that.

#interview with the vampire #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #amc iwtv #iwtv 2022 #fandom racism

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okgee · 1 year

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This just came to me and i had to write it out, sorry it's not written in a nice fancy way, i just needed it out of my head so its what it is

Todd and Neil weren’t above scaring the shit out of their friends. So when Charlie and Cameron had ganged up on them in one study group and teased them about everything they had ever done for three hours. Todd and Neil decided to pay them back.

Now it wasn’t a secret that their friend Charlie Dalton was scared of spiders, seeing as he’d scream like a little girl every time he saw one. Which was often in their spider infested school. Something that was a secret though was that Cameron was just as terrified of those little things.

How Neil and Todd had found out about this was when one night they woke up to Charlie and Cameron laying on their floor fighting. Cameron had then explained very calmly and totally not embarrassed that their dorm had been cooped by spiders and they were not going to sleep there. The two scaredy cats had taken their pillows and decided to sleep on Todd’s and Neil’s dorm’s rug. Four of them didn’t sleep that night at all. They had fought for a few hours and when they got tired of that Cameron put up a study group and gave them the most intensive tutoring of trig of their whole lifes.

Finding spiders wasn’t hard in Welton thus it took Neil and Todd only a few days to collect ten huge hairy spiders. They had hid them in a small container that had its secure place under Neil’s bed. Once the clock hit midnight and the two of them knew Mr. Nolan was deep in sleep, they took the spiders and left their room. Todd separated the spiders half and half into two containers. While Neil got Meeks, Pitts and Knox to watch what was going to happen. When you live with someone and talk with them everyday things to tease them about tend to run out quickly. New material is always treasured.

Neil opened Charlie’s and Cameron’s dorm’s door and Todd gave him one of the containers. Pitts realised to put the lights on so their surprise would be even more enjoyable for their two friends. They walked to their respective targets and unleashed the spiders into their beds. Then they retreated to stand by the door with the rest of their friends and follow how their revenge would play out.

At first nothing happened. Then after a minute or two both Charlie and Cameron almost at the same time started to move in their beds. Charlie was rolling around and mumbling something in his sleep while Cameron was wiggling weirdly. The friends by the door couldn’t help but start laughing and Neil was bouncing on his heels. They were clearly starting to wake up which made the poets almost antsy waiting. Then Cameron started swinging his hand around and finally brought it to his face. When his eyes opened they focused on his hand that a huge spider just happened to be trotting across. Cameron’s scream left all of their ears ringing and throbbing. His scream had obviously woken Charlie up, who was now screaming and jumping around the room and flailing his arms trying to get rid of the spiders. They had all been entertained by Charlie’s panic that they didn’t pay attention to what Cameron was doing. Only when they heard a thud and a yelp, did they look up. The window of their room was open. The friends Charlie included ran to the window and there was Cameron laying in an overgrown rosebush.

-YOU ALRIGHT? Neil screamed at him and got a middle finger as an answer. -He’s fine guys.

At three o’clock in the morning all the poets were having the time of their life, minus Cameron who was still laying in the rosebush two stories down and screaming Charlie who was whamming his pillow at them.

They ended up with Cameron having a broken leg, Todd and Neil having two nuisances sleeping over at their room for few weeks and all of them having detention every Monday and Wednesday for a month. Todd and Neil would still say it was worth it.

#you can't tell me neil and todd wouldn't enjoy scaring the shit out of their friends #also both of them definetly took spiders from outside to keep as pets #as kids but also now in welton #richard cameron #dps fandom #neil perry #charlie dalton #dps headcanons #dps #todd anderson

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theluminoussunflower · 1 year

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MITTSIE UHH HOLIDAY TRADITION HEADCANONS. IF YOU HAVE ANY IF YOU DONT I WILL GIVE YOU THEM I WILL DO IT FOR FREE

i got so into writing this that it totally veered away from an hc post and just turned into a line by line fic i am so sorry this is not what you asked for lmao but i'm pOSTING IT ANYWAY

also reference to neil's suicide, but i promise the whole post is not depressing as freek

okay, first of all, our boys make their own holiday lights (yes they almost set their beds on fire every year, yes the lights are a "fire hazard", no they do not care, pretty shapes and colors!!!)

welton is a catholic school so they celebrate christmas

and i grew up celebrating that and i was super sheltered from other religious holidays so it's all i know lmao

so SHARING X-MAS SWEATERS!

meeks sizes up anyway so pitts wearing meeks' sweaters... he just looks snug

just a boy in a snug sweater

meeks in pitts' sweater... more like... where did meeks go. literally disappears. literally gone. just a walking sweater, will attack if offended

and the beanies!

until he's allowed to grow his hair long, pitts will wear a beanie all damn winter, and only one of meeks' mom's beanies, only she knows how to knit them right

gifts, right

pitts gets his gifts at the last minute, sometimes the day before christmas, boy is so bad at planning and time management

meeks on the other hand has his christmas shopping done by december first

both of them are awful wrappers

with how delicate engineers they are, they cannot get a big piece of paper around an object

that's okay, todd anderson is a master of wrapping presents, so he'll do it for them

on christmas morning, the boys are with their families, so it's not until way later in the day that they exchange gifts, always by a fireplace at welton, the school being the only place their parents would let them meet their 'classmate'

underneath a mystery mistletoe that charlie planted

where maybe a stolen kiss or a few have happened since fourth grade idk who could possibly know for sure

spiked eggnog was almost always involved so they never spoke about it

then they stay in bed the rest of the afternoon because it's christmas and santa said they could

that's what pitts said freshman year after getting no sleep studying for finals

senior year is... different to say the least, but pitts and meeks stick together like glue, as do their regular christmas business

but as they work on their light fixtures, pitts asks, "could you get me a pullover from the school you're going to next fall?" he assumes meeks is going to harvard in place of neil

"i could just tell you where i'm going," meeks remarks, standing upon his bed, messily taping the lights on the ceiling

"that's not fun though," pitts says, "besides, i just gave you a free gift idea, not only that, i told you exactly what i want"

"you want every at yale—" pitts had already gotten in "—to be confused because you're wearing a different university's name on your chest."

meeks has grown more and more irritated because his gift for pitts was late. VERY late and christmas was near.

was it too much to ask? to get a package yesterday? was it usps?

but also that one of his best friends committed suicide, another got expelled, and his whole friend group basically got destroyed and it's their first christmas apart

...

but he had pittsie

"i'm sorry," meeks says

he hugs his friend, still stood on the bed so they were the same height

"this time of year is worse than i imagined it being"

he thinks pitts finally put his arms around his waist, but he actually plugs in their light strip behind his back and lights up their room

and the meeks smile™ returns

"holy shit! it works!" he exclaims

just as it does every year

fireplace!

meeks is cold, draped in one of pitts' sweaters, knitted, probably from one of his 100 siblings

pitts is half asleep on the floor with a blanket over his body

"did you sleep last night?" meeks asks him

"hardly," pitts grumbles, "you try explaining to a bunch of children that they shouldn't wait up for santa"

Meeks leans down and fluffs pitts' hair around

it has grown quite a bit finally, just over his ears

"do you need me to open your gift?"

pitts shakes his head, "open mine first"

so, meeks grabs (and double-checks that he grabs) the one labeled to meeks from gerard~

he carefully undoes todd's wrapping and unveils the size m yale sweatshirt he knew deep down he was due to get

"i'll wear it proudly, gerard," meeks said, setting it aside and grabbing his gift for pitts

his is labeled for gord from sterf

it is a joke left just for friends, and we are not their friends, merely observers, we will never understand

"aah, classic," pitts said peeling the tape away and ripping the wrapping paper

and found a yale sweatshirt

he blinks and looks up at meeks, who has a cocky little smirk on his face, "i asked for one from the school you're going to, dweeb," he says

and meeks just shrugs

both are knowing now, and find themselves in each other's embrace

meeks wants to say, "no one could ever take you away from me," but his lips press into cloth, then bare skin, then a second pair.

yeah do you see what i mean? anyway i hope you like it lmao pls add on and expand as desired this post is no longer mine

starting a new taglist for mitts related content, lemme know who wants to be on it lmaooo

#dead poets society #dead poets headcanons #dead poets #dead poets society fic #mitts #tw suicide mention

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wipbigbang · 7 months

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Story Title: spotlight

Fandom: Dead Poets Society

Author: @chrisginny

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49977799?view_full_work=true

Summary: 27-year-old Chris Noel works as a journalist in New York City, and though she can’t quite put a finger on it, she has a hard time calling her life satisfactory. But when she meets Ginny Danburry, a Shakespearean actress, she finds herself falling a little bit in love for the first time ever.

Warnings: none

Characters: Chris Noel, Ginny Danburry, Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Steven Meeks, Gloria, Tina, and various OCs

Pairings: Chris Noel/Ginny Danburry

When I Started: December 2022

How I Lost My Shit: quit working on it after january 2023, started again in april, and stagnated again in july due to my extremely busy schedule :( i was also very unsure of the direction the story was going in, and writing made me self-conscious to some degree

How I Finished My Shit: honestly, not even sure at this point! i crammed a lot of writing in when my motivation came back in late august/early september. i had a few minor Anxiety Moments about how i would end it, but eventually settled on an open ending that i’m okay with. had to keep telling myself that the important thing is that i get it done, and i did!

#submission #fandom: dead poets society #!completed shit #!2023

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padfoot0216 · 2 years

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Fandoms if they were in marching band a small segment I have decided to include

Starting with DEAD POETS SOCIETY

Mr. Keating - the band director who is chaotic and has a weird obsession with poetry. One time they were playing and he just stopped conducting and started recited poetry as they played. Everyone loves him.

Charlie - Would obviously play the saxaphone. He would have an intense rivalry going with the clarinets. The clarinets would insult his instrument and he would respond with "WELL MINES MORE SONOROUS THAN YOURS" And for some reason he always hangs out with the drumline.

Neil - Would be drumlone for marching band and percussion for concert band. He would fit the depressed overly dramatic theatre kid aspect of drumline. He would interact with everyone in the band but would get very serious once he needs to play. No one has ever seen someone play the triangle so intensely. The only time Charlie has ever been scared of Neil is when he distracted him from counting his rests. Let's just say a trombone can be used as a weapon and let no one tell you otherwise.

Todd - Even though Todd is an anxious boy he would be a drum major. Once be gets over the fact that he is around people he makes a great leader and his hands are always in time. He is very loud and energetic and seems to enjoy the fact that they are dying in band camp. One time Charlie complained about needing a drink of water, and Todd immediately picked up his water bottle almost offered it to him and then drank the whole thing. His only statement was that Charlie should have remerbed his.

Meeks - Would play the sousaphone. The all comment on how small he looks compared to the large instrument. He takes band seriously and practices daily. He helps everyone else practice, except for Neil. "Neil I will not play another 20 measure just so you can hit the triangle once."

Pitts - he would play trombone. He would be unsure of every note he played therefore playing quietly but he would love band. He would name his instrument. He wont let Neil near his instrument anymore " I don't care what Charlie did you are not going to use Harold as a weapon again"

Camreon - he plays the clarnet and is directly involved with the saxaphone feud. One time he switched out the water Charlie was soaking his Reed in with vinger, and things have been escalating from there. Even the trumpets are sick of them.

Knox - He would be a trumpet. He would be loud and ob-knox-ous but would be one of the best students in the band. Although he never pays attention the flats or sharps causing Mr. Keating to become very irritated. "Its and a sharp mr overstreet. You know what [insert poets name here] says about mistakes" Knox rolls his eyes everytime but loves it at the same time.

That is all for now. :)

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Hi!! I was wondering, could u make a list of Dead Poets x reader HCs about after the meetings? like what would they talk about, cuddling, etc? I really like the one shot you did of Charlie for that so I was wondering if you could do HCs for everyone of that :) Thank u and I hope you're having a great day!!

The Dead Poets after a meeting.

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Neil:

- Probably stays out with you a little more late. He wants to enjoy the night with you so he takes you to a place not too far from the cave where you can both spend it alone.

- He's so lovely, he offers you his coat even though you've already got yours, holds you close, and has a thermos that he hid hot chocolate from the boys just so he could share with you.

- You both talk about whatever is on your mind. He loves talking to you about what your future might look like.

- You both lose track of time and before you know it the sun is almost rising and you're both racing off back to Welton.

- He gives you a kiss on the cheek before you both go back into your dorms.

Todd:

- You both hang out either in his dorm or your dorm. He's a little shy at first because he doesn't know what to do at first.

- You mostly just want him to stick around more for a little while, so you lay your head on his lap while you both talk or he recites poetry, sometimes it's the other way around.

- Todd would probably be the first one to fall asleep, he is such a lightweight when it comes to staying up late.

- He doesn't admit it for some reason but he loves cuddling up to you.

- Todd is so adorable, you both huddle each other close cause we all know damn well those beds at Welton are small so sometimes you'll be almost falling on the edge and Todd is trying to hold you.

Knox:

- Does. Not. Let. You. Go. I mean it, after the meeting is over and he gets ahold of you it's non-stop PDA.

- You both go to his dorm where you listen to music on a volume low enough not to wake up anyone but loud enough for you both to hear.

- You guys do pretty much everything. Dance, make out, talk, etc.

- Knox is like 10 times more romantic after the meetings for some reason. Especially if one of you shared a poem that was meant for either one of you.

- He'll beg you over and over again to spend the night with him in his dorm, even giving you puppy eyes to try and convince you to.

Charlie:

- Okay, so with Charlie, it's like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.

- Sometimes he wants to make out, sometimes all he wants to do is lay down next to you, and sometimes he just wants to take a small little walk around the forrest.

- At this point you probably just go along with it but most of the times it's a mix of making out and laying down on top or next to him.

- He likes laying down with you on top of him so he can play with your hair and he also likes when you feel like spoiling him and letting him be the little spoon.

- Charlie mumbles the funniest shit ever to you when he's bored too.

Meeks:

- Ah Meeksie our dear boy. After the meeting, Steven sees he has two options. One, go finish the rest of his assignments with you. Or two, go to sleep with you.

- With option one, none of you can get anything done. You're both joking and fooling around with each other it makes it quite difficult.

- Pitts loves you both, but he HATES it when you both try and get homework done so you mostly hang out in your dorm room.

- With option two, Steven likes holding onto you like he's a little sloth and you're the tree.

-It's adorable when he gets sleepy and the only thing he wants to do is to have you next to him.

Pitts:

- So obviously, Pitts gives you piggyback rides before and after the meeting.

- Sometimes he'll walk a little more slower cause he likes it when you do that and sleepily mumble to him.

- You both chat around and cuddle for a while until one of you feels a little bit sleepy.

- In your case, he'll carry you all the way to his or your bed and tuck you in. He's a gentleman so unless you ask him to sleep with you, he'll probably sleep on the floor or make Meeks sleep on the floor and take his bed.

- In his case though, you have to wake him up and drag him to bed, where he pulls you in and uses you like his own human teddy bear.

Cameron:

- His first night he's probably like, "Mmm...kay, good night (y/n)!" Not realizing you obviously wanted to spend a little bit more time with him.

- When he FINALLY realizes he feels bad but will do whatever you ask him to. Except something that'll get you both into more trouble.

- You'll hang outside or in your dorm, obviously not his because Charlie makes a lot of dumb jokes that annoys Cameron so much.

- After hours Cameron is a little bit more laid back than normal Cameron, he'll talk to you about stuff that doesn't have to do with school, the poets, and actually what he likes as a person.

- You both talk until you make each other fall asleep, it's actually adorable because your arms and legs tangle around each other.

#dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #dead poets society headcanon #dead poets society imagine #dead poets society preference #neil perry x reader #todd anderson x reader #knox overstreet x reader #charlie dalton x reader #steven meeks x reader #gerald pitts x reader #richard cameron x reader #dps #dps x reader

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