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augiewrites · 5 months
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"secret admirer" - dead poets society
summary: y/n receives yet another profession of love under their door—too bad the hallway is always empty when they open the door
pairing: anonymous!dead poet x gender neutral reader
word count: 591
i am back two years and one english degree later to write a fic that no one asked for! now that's what i call self care!
part two
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Winter proved the student body of Welton wrong when they thought the school couldn't get any more dull. The cold can be cruel like that.
Just like the winter stripped the North of all life, Welton stripped it's students of all identity. In a place where boot licking is the norm and conformity is the goal—Y/N's only retreat was the 200 square foot box they called home for ten months of the year. The only place anyone in Welton was allowed to be themself.
That was exactly where Y/N and their roommate—Quinn—found themselves on a particularly cold Sunday morning.
Y/N sighed and looked from their homework over to Quinn, who had yet to get out of bed, "Do you know that guy that's like...scary good at latin? What's his name? Minks?"
"Hmm," Quinn hummed, wrapping the blanket closer to their body, "the ginger kid? Always hanging out with that tall dude?"
"Yeah, him," a pause and yet another sigh from Y/N, "I think I need a tutor if I want to keep an A this semester. I—"
Suddenly an envelope skidded under the door and across the floor. Rapid footsteps followed soon after and Y/N could hear a door slamming further down the wing.
Quinn rolled their eyes, "God. Not another one."
Y/N just shot them a look and picked up the envelope—one of many addressed to them and left unsigned.
"You wouldn't be rolling your eyes if you were the one with a secret admirer."
"You wouldn't be rolling your eyes if you were the one with a secret admirer mehmheh blah," Quinn mocked in a high tone, "Yeah. If they were for me, they'd be romantic. For you? Prepare to be murdered."
"Shut up."
Y/N opened the letter and dove in. Their heart was beating much faster than they would like to admit.
Lovely Y/N,
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
I couldn't help but think of you when Keating had us reciting Lord Byron's work last week. The sun was so bright for a dreary winter day, and the rays illuminating from the window painted an image of heaven around your silhouette. You looked so lovely, I could barely register Byron's words.
I would happily go toward the light if I knew you were waiting for me within it.
Sincerely,
Yours.
Y/N could feel Quinn's eyes on them as their cheeks burst into a rosy flame.
"He's in my English class."
Quinn gasped, "Finally! We have a lead!"
"Quinn, I really don't want to play detective on this...what if I think it's the wrong person and make a fool of myself? I think I would have to drop out. Die, even."
But Quinn kept rambling on, completely ignoring their roommate's apprehension, "it's too bad I'm not smart enough for AP English—I would for sure be able to catch that creep staring you down. You're so oblivious. He could be telling you all these things to your face and you would doubt that he's into you."
"I'm not that oblivious, Quinn."
"Oh, please," Quinn exclaimed, "you're so romantically challenged! This guy has been right under your nose and you don't have a single clue!"
Y/N scoffed and returned to their homework.
"Whatever you say, Quinn. We're just going to have to wait and see."
~~~
a/n: who could it possibly be?? 🤯
part two
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angelbowerz · 4 months
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Being the only girl at Welton Academy/your first day
Movie- Dead poets society
Summary- it's your first day at Welton academy and you get taken in by the dead poets♡
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-you started a few days into the semester and you basically spent your first day getting introduced to the school (no classes)
-you'll get a teachers room as your own dorm (with an en suite) because you obviously can't be sharing a bedroom and the showers with boys😭
-when the boys saw you walking to your dorm..their jaws DROPPED
-Cameron was the only one who disagreed with the idea
"This is called an all boys school for a reason🙄"
-when their classes ended for lunch, they were all hovering over your door until someone had the courage to knock on the door (cough cough Mr Charlie Dalton cough cough)
-when you open the door he gives *that smirk* and says "hello there pretty lady, need any help with anything?😏"
-all the others was just gawping, too scared to say anything
-After you finish packing, you go to Mr Nolan's office to find out what extra circular activities you get
-he gives VERY strict rules of no dating..blah blah blah
-then he says you're getting a tour from his 'best student'..more like favourite student
-and who walks through the door? Do I really need to answer that?
-OF COURSE IT'S RICHARD CAMERON
-the most awkward tour...mainly because
A. He doesn't want you at the school
And
B. He spends the whole time actually talking about the school (no small talk)
-At the end if the tour, Charlie finds you and says
"Ohhh it's the pretty lady...well hey, why don't you come meet my friends? ;)"
-the whole time you're sitting with the dead poets at dinner
Charlie just flirts with you
Todd is too shy to say more than 3 words
Cameron either talks about lessons and shades you until Charlie shuts him up
Meeks just watches you in awe and giggles the whole time
Pitts just blurts out random nonsense then just awkwardly laughs afterwards
Knox just talks about Chris
Neil is the sweetest one who generally keeps a conversation without flirting the whole time (cough cough charlie once again)
-Charlie invites you along to a dead poet meeting and Cameron just says
"Guys, do we really need MORE members"
-Charlie just puts him in his place (as per usual)
-anyway...later that night ya'll sneak out to the cave
-you sit (forced) next to Charlie
"I'll protect you pretty lady ;)"
-Meeks+Pitts still watches you in awe the whole time
"Your hair just looks so...amazing"
"Yeahhh...amazing"
*giggles*
-Neil and Cameron are the only ones who actually reads from the book
-Charlie does some overdramatic performance just to impress you
-Todd rarely speaks but sometimes smiles at you (cutiepie)
-what does knox do? Oh I wonder...TALKS ABOUT CHRIS THE WHOLE TIME!!!
-After they notice you getting sleepy ya'll sneak back into the school
-then you all go back to your dorms and fall asleep
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readbyred · 3 months
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may i request how the dps boys would react to realising they have a severe crush on a, preferably shy, reader! tysm <\3
Oh, I've been waiting for dps requests! Sorry for my late replies everybody, I got demotivated again because tumblr deleted a few of my x reader posts (and a few others). But I'll try to not let that happen again if I can even help it
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I think Knox would have such a silly time trying to approach you. Because we all know he’s awkward, but determined at best and, well… pushy at worst. I'm trying to go with the version I saw in a play, because thankfully they cut out the party scene which means he’s still delightfully insufferable but not awful. Anyways, he would jump on every occasion to talk to you. And then just. Stand there. He’d try to give you flowers and poems, everything really. But he loses brain cells every time he’s around you. At least you’re both equally stressed about social interactions. He gets a little braver when you give him a smile or any other sign you like him. Not less awkward, but a bit more motivated to go for it. His main problem is that he can't read you well and despite being big on feelings and all, he still has a hard time actually talking to you. Clumsily, he showers you with over the top things, that most would find cringey but you think of as endearing. And if he thinks there's a chance he’ll lose you, he’ll confess right away. I think he is brave and pretty open about feelings. Just stressed out
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With Neil, it's not an issue at all that you're shy. He’s more so taken aback by his own strong feelings. Because he wasn't expecting to fall this hard. But give him like five work days to process and he’ll be all in. I feel like he would take his time to confess but he’d make it known that he cares about you. He’d be checking up on you every time he can, bringing you coffee, asking to practice lines together, go to the movies in town. Even before you two start dating you just wake up and half of his sweatshirts are in your drawer (he likes to borrow you his clothes if you’re cold) and your desk is littered with poems he shared with you. He’s a gentle lover, but he knows what he wants and when the time is right Neil has no problem confessing
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It's much funnier with Cameron because this boy is in panic mode 24/7. At first he legit thought he was sick because he always felt dizzy and distracted around you. And he’s a traditionalist. Everything has to be perfect when you’re around. Like he beats himself up about every little mistake he made around you. But also makes a point to treat you RIGHT. If you’re shy he might not know how to approach you at first, because he’s not sure if you’re even interested. And how to make you like him. After much teasing (mainly from Charlie, of course) he gets fed up with his friends and decides to make a move. It might not be the most romantic when he does, but it's sweet and genuine
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Another one that would take time to confess is Meeks. He’s pretty quick to accept that he’s crushing on you. He’s like, yeah obviously they are amazing, now what do I do with that? He tries to give you things. Small things. Like maybe he could borrow you a book that you’ve wanted to read for a long time of buy you a coffee/tea if you’re out in the town. He doesn't explicitly say that he liked you but it's easy to tell and he’s not one to be shy about it either. So when you guys do get together, you already know his more… romantic side
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On the contrary, Charlie takes time to process his feelings. He had crushes before, but real feelings (strong ones at that) aren't the norm for him. Sometimes he catches himself losing his cool around you and it messes with him so bad. He would probably ask Knox for advice. Which is a bad move. But he figures that at least his friend is more familiar with having those sorts of feelings. Nothing much comes of it because I can't imagine Knox giving him any good advice on the subject, but after he was able to talk about liking you, he decides to just go for it. Well, in small steps. Primarily because he’s just not an intense guy, but also because he’s surprisingly mature when it comes to respecting your levels of comfort. Doesn't mean it gets boring though, it's Charlie we’re talking about. Once you get together there's not a one dull moment with him by your side
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With Todd, it might be difficult at first. He’s overwhelmed by fis feelings and has a tendency to talk himself out of making any sorts of moves. Why would you like somebody like him? He tells himself he doesn't have a chance, surely. It only confirms his suspicions when you don't take initiative. It's only after he’s been moping around for a few days that Neil approaches him about it and proceeds to give him shit for not doing anything to let you know his feelings. He’s like, bro, so you care about them so much that you’d rather not have them in your life because you want them in your life so much??? Make it make sense. So with Neil's encouragement, he tries to at least talk to you and see where it goes from there. Still shocked when you end up returning his feelings. You’re in his poems now, even if it's not very obvious (he's not as straightforward as Knox, so it's not ‘i love (yn) and I want them to be mine’ kind of deal). This is the only one where I'm sure you might have to make some sort of a move. Todd’s like a spider - he’s more scared than you are and if he could, he would just silently hang out in the corner of the room you’re in. But he gets a little braver after he starts feeling more secure
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Lastly, Pitts is not as bad as Todd, but still takes his time. He’s comfortable with liking you and he knows what he likes, but he’s not in any rush to make things official. So any time he has any chance to talk to you, he does and just wants to see how things go from there. He jokes around with you, asks to come study together, tries to be close. He does care, just in a more chill way than some of the other poets would. If you two have been talking for some time, he would have no problem asking you to go out with him, doesn't make you feel pressured or anything. If the others are cool with it he will do his best to have you come to their meetings at night as well. So you do not only get an awesome boyfriend out of it, but also a great friend group
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writersmacchiato · 3 months
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family ties | Gerard Pitts
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warning but not really; mentions/alludes to bad home life for reader :(((( but it’s honestly nothing explicitly stated <3 not proof read!!
sidenote: for everyone in the winter season (happy first day of winter btw!!!), I so recommend finding a sunny spot outside and sitting out there with a blanket and a hot drink and soak in the sun.
. . .
Gerard Pitts happens to stumble upon you while you’re sitting on the back steps of the school. A warm blanket draped over you shoulders and protecting you from the chill. The sunlight washes over you in a glow and his heart skips a beat at the beauty you are.
A steaming cup of something rests in your hands, your eyes transfixed on nothing in particular but the cloudless blue sky above you.
Your face is blank, giving nothing away.
Well, to anyone that wasn’t him but he knows you, doesn’t he?
He notices the slump of your shoulders, marring your usual prefect posture. The slight down curve of your lips, the slightest of tension between your brows.
You’re upset and stewing in it.
“Good morning.” He approaches loudly, steps crunching on gravel to announce his presence first.
“Good morning, Pitts.” To your credit, your small smile seems genuine enough so he takes a seat beside you. Arms almost touching, but he doesn’t close the distance. Not yet.
“Lovely morning.” He says, cupping his hands to blow hot air into them. It is very chilly, but the frost covering the ground and trees was beautiful. He could see why you came here often.
You hum in agreement, otherwise motionless from the small sips from your cup.
“How is the family?” He decides to stop beating around the bush.
It’s not a secret, at least to him, that you struggle with the time spent with your family. And that you had a dinner with them yesterday.
You make a noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “Oh, just the usual dinner and show.”
“And, your sister?”
At the mention of her, you slump against his side, head leaning on his shoulder. Letting out a long groan that makes him laugh.
“The usual, then?” He supplies when you take to silence once more.
He knows that you sit with your thoughts and feelings too much, let them fester within unspoken until it becomes too much. He’s also learning how to slowly creep out the feelings, how to spin the words out. Knows that you trust him in a way you haven’t had before.
“The fucking usual.” You pause, before the words spill out in a sudden rush. “She’s just so… mean! She’s mean all the time! And if I ever try to say anything, she gets mad at me. It’s exhausting being around her because I never know if she will strike out or be nice.”
Pitts moves his arm to wrap around you, in a one sided hug. He’s met your sister and knows how cruel she can be, both intentionally and unintentionally.
“And, then winter break is coming up and I don’t want to be home at all. I hate it there. My parents are already so… them. And my sister is in an extra horrible mood. It will be torture.”
“You know, you’re always welcome to come home with me.” To me.
You allow yourself to indulge the fantasy. Having been to his family’s estate many times before. His mother is very welcoming and kind, his father is somewhat aloof and awkward but in a charming way.
The kitchen would smell like freshly baked cookies, the scent wafting through the house. You could curl up by the fireplace, reading anything you desired from their extensive library.
Traipsing through the woods around the estate, freshly fallen snow making it a winter wonderland. Building snowpeople and and trying to sneak a ball of snow down his coat. Hoping for the coldest temperatures so the pond will freeze frostily for ice-skating, hands numb from cold except where his hands hold yours.
Looking through his wardrobe, selecting his coziest sweaters to wear to bed. Running through the halls in wool socks and seeing who can slide the furthest.
Warm dinners with his family, gathered together. Watching the way the candlelight flickers over his face, sneaking glances and smiling when you catch him doing the same.
Maybe he would kiss you under the mistletoe. Because his family is the type to hang up mistletoe and he would pretend to be oblivious to the fact that he hung up the very plant you now stand under together and you would let him.
“I would like that very much, Gerard Pitts.”
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gracelandtoolover · 3 months
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dead poets society masterlist
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neil perry
nothing yet
todd anderson
nothing yet
charlie dalton
nothing yet
stephen meeks
nothing yet
gerard pitts
nothing yet
knox overstreet
nothing yet
richard cameron
nothing yet
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mauvefayette6 · 2 years
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How It Would Be Like To Be Married To Them
a/n: hey y’alls! I’m back. I know I have been gone for a few months days years, but I’m back and happy to continue with my one shots and scenarios! I will be writing the requests I have now so don’t be afraid to request a one shot! I’ll be more than happy to write for you <3 Enjoy this one!
Charlie Dalton: There isn’t a moment of silence with Charlie Dalton. He likes to play his vinyls as he is cleaning and loudly sing along to them. He also likes to help you cook although he isn’t very good at anything but chopping some of the vegetables.
Chris Noel: Chris and you are night owls and often sleep in on weekends and days off. You enjoy waking up to her beautiful morning face. You two like to sit together during dinner and talk about your day.
Gerard Pitts: Gerard and you have a lot of common interests and had an already similar way of loving. He enjoyed your company and you enjoyed his. You and him discus current events and how work was and what movie to watch and which ones sucked the most.
Knox Overstreet: After the wedding you and Knox went to a honeymoon to France where he attempted and failed at speaking French. You were no better at it so you couldn’t say much. He took you to Italy for a small tour and to watch the sunset.
Neil Perry: Neil and you didn’t think about getting married but after a play in New York City he asked you. He really did want to spend the rest of his life with you and you wanted to spend the rest of yours with him. Being married to him was exciting.
Richard Cameron: To be expected you and Cameron got married after graduation. It was a way of escaping his parents and yours. With the little bit he saved up throughout the years he took you to California and you two rented a small apartment. Being married to him was like magic, having your best friend by your side was just everything you could wish for.
Steven Meeks: You and Meeks weren’t fans of marriage. His parents insisted you two get married but you and Steven thought instead of a wedding you two will save up and travel to Europe. With lots of hard work and many months you two finally had enough to visit a few countries.
Todd Anderson: Todd proposed to you when you were 17 and didn’t get married until he was 18 (you’re older than him by a few months). Being married to him came with a lot ups and downs, all that you got through together as a couple. He wanted you by his side through everything and you wanted him by yours.
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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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lovings4turn · 8 months
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Maybe my baby boy Gerard Pitts his S/O asking if they can paint his nails? I just think it’s be so cute. 🥹
ohohoh how i love this and him :( will always have a soft spot for pittsie
i imagine he'd be in your room, watching you as you painted your nails n he's just so impressed by it ? you don't even have to be the neatest at doing it (and god knows that i'm not) - like they could be so messy and he'd still be in awe. when you look up and catch him staring at you like :o you tease him a little about how hypnotised he seems by the whole thing then ask if he wants his nails painted too - only half joking. but when he says yes, oh boy are you excited. you have to flap your own hands around for a few minutes until your own polish has dried enough, not wanting to smudge it or get any onto his skin while your holding his hand, and he just laughs at the motion n copies it claiming he's practicing :( he loves it so much, too (especially cause it gives him ample opportunity to stare at your focused face even more)
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mendesxruel · 2 years
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oh I have mother request! building a blanket fort with Pitts maybe??
i think u meant another request akjsksks its okay i just found the typo funny 😭
no because Pitts would just knock everything over at some point because he is clumsy and tall.
and the blankets would all fall over him and it would accidentally get very cozy and you two would just stay like that for a while because it's comfortable (the blankets and pitts are comfortable)
"I'm sorry," he frowned.
"Don't be sorry," you smiled and hugged him.
:)
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𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!
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My Dear Gentlefolk,
Hi my name is Lyddie! I'm a writer, and I love Harry Potter and Dead Poets Society. Therefore, I am going to write for both fandoms. Hope you enjoy my stories as I grow and continue to do what I love!
Requests are welcome and encouraged! I love hearing your ideas, so don't be afraid to share them with me! I may not be able to get through them very quickly, (alas, the life of a uni student) but I will try to get to them when I can.
Also, don't be afraid to talk to me about other things. I want everyone to feel loved and included. This is a safe space for all people. Pls feel free to tell me about anything you need to get off your chest, or simply a hello and how your day's been. I genuinely care about you, and would love to get to know each and every one of you. <3
So, here's what I'd like to do:
ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ:
Remus Lupin (Golden Era)
Severus Snape (Golden Era)
Sirius Black (Golden Era)
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴘᴏᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ:
Charlie Dalton
Neil Perry
Todd Anderson
Steven Meeks
Knox Overstreet
Gerard Pitts
Mr. (John) Keating
♥♥♥
You can request any of these characters, and I'd be happy to oblige! Okay, that's all!
Ta Loves,
Lyddie
(P.S. I will be adding my spotify playlists for Fred Weasley and Charlie Dalton here)
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augiewrites · 5 months
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"secret admirer" - dead poets society (part 2)
summary: a group of boys catches y/n's eye in keating's class
pairing: anonymous!dead poet x gender neutral reader
word count: 600+
previous | next
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Keating’s class wasn’t like the others at Welton. Walking into the classroom felt like a warm embrace and Keating himself stoked the fires of his students’ creativity.
But not today—not for Y/N.
They had never been so distracted in their life. Just walking into the classroom, Y/N debated asking Keating for a pass to the infirmary. Knowing they were being observed is one thing, but knowing exactly when is a whole other scenario.
Especially when they have no clue who’s eye they’re under.
Despite their nerves, Y/N took their usual seat. Two rows from the front, on the farthest row to the left. Not too close to be the center of any teacher’s impulse, but not too far away to get distracted by the rest of the class. Today was different, though. The only thing Y/N could bring themselves to care about was their classmates.
Y/N angled themselves in their seat in order to take in the classroom as students trickled in. In honesty, Y/N should have realized sooner that the culprit was in their English class—the amount of passion their classmates had shown throughout the year had never failed to take them by surprise. After all, Welton was not a place for passion.
Their eyes landed on a group of boys huddled around Knox Overstreet’s desk. Memories of the boy reciting a pathetic—albeit sweet—love poem to the class flooded their mind. The group of boys did always seem to be more enthusiastic about the class than most.
Despite telling their roommate they didn’t want to play detective, Y/N themselves straining to hear bits of their conversation—something about a book and finding a new meeting spot. They didn’t hear much as Keating entered the room and made his way to the front of the class. Charlie Dalton caught their eye as the group disbanded, sending them a wink and making a finger gun gesture at them.
Y/N couldn’t help but roll their eyes.
Dalton was a mere annoyance on a good day.
Todd Anderson walked to his seat in front of Y/N, and gave them a sheepish smile as he shrugged a shoulder in a “what can you do” gesture.
Y/N decided that was enough detective work for the period as Keating began a boisterous speech on Romantic contemporaries. All they wanted to do was lose themselves in Keating’s whimsy for the next hour, but a familiar envelope laying inside their desk compartment stopped any hope they had of forgetting about their admirer.
Moving as discreetly as possible, Y/N pulled out the letter along with their notes and textbook. The whole world muffled as they read:
From afar, I gaze, A silent, secret admiration, Your light shines bright, In my quiet contemplation.
And when you laugh, a melody, It dances in the breeze, I cherish each sweet note, With every sigh, I'm at ease.
Oh, how I wish for closeness, To bridge this gap in fate, To hold you near, not distant, To share life's love, not wait.
x, Yours.
Y/N couldn’t help the smile spreading across their face, nor the blush that accompanied it. They were so engrossed in the feeling that they didn’t notice the satisfied gaze they were receiving from afar.
The rest of the period passed in a haze, and Y/N was thankful Keating wasn’t a fan of pop quizzes. Y/N could barely focus on where they were, let alone absorb anything meaningful from the lesson.
Their eyes locked on Steven Meeks—thank God Keating had called him by name that period—shoving his notes in his backpack.
They had to act, and it was now or never.
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part three
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angelbowerz · 4 months
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Can you do a female reader who is the only girl that goes to welton but she sets her eyes on todd? She is very flirty and is really pretty so she makes him nervous
Like her going to the table that they are sitting and all of them saying hi and she just looks todd in his eyes and goes:
-youre not going to ask me how i am todd?
Todd:😳😳😳
Hehehe I'd love to do this
Claiming Todd Anderson
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-the second you saw him on your first day, you knew he would be yours no matter how long or hard it took
-you tried sitting next to him in EVERY lesson
-you'd give him some cheesy nickname like 'Toddy Bear' or 'Cutiepie'
"Heyyy Toddy Bear? How's my favourite Cutiepie doing"
"...h-hey y/n..."
-in class you'd always stare at him, wink at him and do the kissie face, poor Todd gets so red from it😭
-you'd hang with the dead poets a lot...not because you want to...you hang with them for your Todd of course!
-When you go to the cave you'd ALWAYS sit next to him and hold his hand. Obviously todd will be in an anxiety MESS, so shy he won't even look at you but atleast he holds your hand back
-When Charlie brings girls to some meetings, you become VERY protective over Todd
-After lights out, you'd force him to hang with you...even if he doesn't talk more than 4 words
"Todd! Me and you are sneaking away after lights out tonight, okay? ;)"
"...i-..uh...I don't think-....okay..."
-the other dead poets (especially Charlie) would tease you both SO MUCH
-you SOMEHOW found out when his birthday is and on the day you'd spoil him so much
-I feel like you being so confident n stuff would actually make Todd less shy (only a tiny bit but it's noticeable)
-on weekends you two go into town together to just chill
-you also have many study dates together
"Toddy! Wanna come over to my dorm tonight for a study session?"
"Oh....sure"
"Good! It's a date then!"
"Wait wha-😳"
-everytime you see him you'd flirt, even if he's very far away...
*gasp* "HEY TODDY MY CUTIEPIE!"
😳 "oh no...."
-when you flirt with him near the others, he'd be even more embarrassed than usual..he might even try to attempt asking you to stop
"Y/n....I was just....wondering...if you could...uhm...stop..flirting with me near my friends..?
"...no Toddy Bear."
"Oh..okay"
-the only way you two could become a couple is if you could make the first move (you probably would anyway)
-always has the BIGGEST puppy dog eyes near you, so adorable
-every time you hug him he just awkwardly stands there 🧍‍♂️ but when you're in a comfortable place (like the common room couch) he'll snuggle up against you
-he let's you play with his hair and its the SOFTEST thing
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theladwhoisweird · 4 months
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I was good. I was really good.
It's been 64 years, Neil.
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ash5monster01 · 1 year
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Getting Red
Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader
Warnings: shared trauma, fluff, swearing
Summary: You and the Dead Poets attend your ten year reunion, surprised by some of the faces that show up, you all agree spending the night catching up in the old Indian cave is the best way to remember Welton and it’s glory days. In the midst of it you reconnect with an old crush.
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“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this” you spoke, fixing your hair in the visors mirror. Knox let out a chuckle beside you as he shook his head.
“You graduated from here too, whether you like it or not. Plus my wife couldn’t come and I didn’t want to go alone” Knox said pushing the visor up so you would stop fiddling with your hair.
“I only graduated from here because my parents forced me. I can assure you Nolan and the teachers weren’t fond of it” you said, the nerves swirling in your stomach. It felt like going to school here all over again, a piece of meat in a wolf den.
“Look I hated Welton too but I wouldn’t trade it for the world because I had you, the Dead Poets, Keating, and Chris. None of that would’ve happened without Welton” your heart softened towards the boy, understanding where he came from.
“You think they came?” you found yourself asking, hoping and praying that the boys had it in them to come back to this place because even though it held so many good memories it held bad ones too.
“Hard to say, but I hope they did” Knox, always the dreamer. Smiling over at your best friend since freshman year you sighed and pushed the door open.
“Fine, let’s get this over with” Knox smiled and hurried out the car himself. You brushed out any wrinkles on the skirt of your red dress as you waited for Knox to escort you into the building.
“You think Nolan will make an appearance?” Knox asked as you pushed through the doors, the action giving you an eerie feeling.
“Doubt it, I heard he retired a few years ago and he hated our class” Knox replied as you both made your way to where the reunion was being held. The minute you stepped foot in the room eyes turned towards you. The feeling in the air made it clear many people had been uncomfortable but your class was the one that dealt with tragedy. “I’m gonna go get us some drinks”
“Okay” you nodded as Knox helped you slip off the shawl and he moved to hang your coats and find some alcohol to ease the tension.
“Damn Y/N, you still look good as ever” looking up you rolled your eyes slightly and crossed your arms over your chest where his eyes were practically glued.
“Just cause you haven’t seen me in ten years Hopkins doesn’t mean anything has changed” you told him and he chuckled slightly.
“You’re right, but ten years later it was still worth a shot” he flashed a wink and you chuckled when suddenly he froze as he looked at something behind you.
“You okay?” you asked slowly turning around and suddenly your breath hitched. In all his glory, black suit, shaggy chestnut hair, and dopey smile stood Charlie Dalton who had been expelled before he could even graduate from the school.
“Of course Dalton would have the nerve to show up to something like this” Hopkins huffed from behind you but Charlie’s eyes locked on yours and he flashed a quick smirk as he strutted further into the room.
“Y/N my dear, you look surprised” he spoke once he was close and you tried to collect your thoughts quickly. It may have been ten years but you still wouldn’t let Charlie Dalton know he had any kind of effect on you at all.
“Well Charles, considering you didn’t graduate from this school I’m curious as to how you got an invite” you quipped back, knowing he hated being called Charles. Yet Charlie didn’t falter as looked back at you.
“Oh sweet innocent Y/N, you of all people should know Meeks still tells me everything” he gestured to a table where you had spotted the old red headed friend who had Pitts and Todd by his sides. They all offered you a small wave and you quickly waved and smiled back.
“Of course he does, only you could get kicked out of Welton and still have your henchman be so loyal” Knox now walked up behind you, a glass of wine in his hand for you when a smile grew across his face.
“Charlie!” he quickly handed you the drinks and he rushed to embrace the boy in a quick hug.
“Hey Knoxie, how’s Chris? Still hot?” Knox gave him a light shove but nonetheless the two boys laughed as they rejoiced.
“She’s great, the kids too. I see you and Y/N here already fell into your old ways” Knox could tell your annoyance immediately but the presence of Charlie just did that to people.
“Come on, let’s go see the others” Charlie moved to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you quickly knocked him away as Knox helped you with the drinks.
“Looks like I’m still losing out to Dalton” you heard Hopkins say once the boys started towards the table. Slowly you turned, knowing he was right because no guy in Welton ever did compare to Charlie.
“It was good to see you” you told him with a soft smile. He smiled back and you gave his arm a squeeze before you moved to the table where you belonged. You hadn’t spotted Cameron but that was more than likely a good thing considering what he had done to the group and Keating.
“Charlie Dalton, of course you’d show up to the reunion of a school you got kicked out of” Todd stood and shook the man’s hand, pulling him into a hug. He had really come out of his shell the last ten years but it really started after Neil had passed.
“I couldn’t help myself, to bad Nolan is an antique because I would’ve really enjoyed seeing his face when I came through those doors” Charlie told the group as you said your quiet hellos to Meeks and Pitts.
“And Y/N you look beautiful as ever” Todd said as you and the group all filled the seats around the table. Crazy how quickly you could fall into old habits.
“Thank you Todd, how’s your latest book coming along?” you asked. You had kept in touch over the years and Todd had been doing extremely well for himself. He had published two books and that was all thanks to Keating. Too bad he wasn’t here to tell him that.
“Slowly but that’s the process” he smiled and you nodded before taking a long sip from the drink Knox had gotten you.
“So, how bad is it?” Knox whispered to the boys who had been there a bit longer than them.
“Well all these assholes have graduated from ivy leagues and are richer than God. What a surprise, I know” Meeks spoke, sarcasm lacing his tongue to which the rest of the group snickered.
“They even set up this memorial for Neil. It’s ten years later and they still want us to blame anyone other than this school and his father” Pitts said and the group turned and sure enough at the end of one of the tables was a picture of Neil surrounded by stuff from his time here.
“Makes me sick” you spoke, your stomach clenching as you closed your eyes. It never hurt any less losing a friend like that.
“He would’ve loved to come to this. See everyone ten years later. He probably would’ve dragged all of our asses into going” Charlie said because he came here for the same reason everyone else did. If Neil had never died none of them would’ve cared to come back to this school but because he did coming back was as close as they could get to seeing him again.
“He would’ve been happy about it too” Todd said and the group all smiled sadly at each other. You often wondered if any of you would’ve stayed in touch if Neil had never passed because sometimes it felt like you all did for him.
“Hey, here’s to Neil and sucking all the marrow out of life” Charlie held his glass up and the rest of you followed suit as you clinked glasses and all took a drink. The conversation was obviously sad but you all had grown used to the feeling.
“As long as you don’t choke on the bone” you winked at the boy beside you and Charlie smiled, surprised you had remembered. Yet how could you forget when the stunt he pulled nearly got you kicked out of the school.
“Well I’ve had about enough of this reunion, how about you guys? Perhaps we can have a reunion of our own” Charlie rose his eyebrows and grins danced across each of the boys faces as they eagerly nodded.
“I’ll steal a bottle of champagne” Knox said and without any spoken agreement everyone moved to collect their coats and leave the stuffy room full of boys who have no idea what life could really feel like.
“This is so fun, I feel so free knowing we’re doing this and we don’t have to worry about getting caught” Knox said as you all made your way through the woods, the route to the old Indian cave still clear as day.
“This feels like the first time we came out here” Todd said as they started to pick up their pace. Before you knew it the boys were all fairly ahead of you, unable to keep up in your footwear.
“Need a lift?” Charlie appeared at your side as you unstuck your heel from the grass. Laughing lightly you looked at him.
“If you could?” you weren’t usually one to say yes to Charlie but at this rate you’d be left alone in the woods and that terrified you.
“Alright princess, hop on” he squatted down in front of you and you were surprised your first reaction wasn’t to be annoyed that he called you princess. It was actually quite nice hearing him say it for the first time in a decade. You swiftly hopped onto his back and his arms locked underneath your knees as he started walking towards the boys. “You didn’t yell at me for the pet name”
“Contrary to your belief Charlie but I missed you and even though I don’t really prefer you belittling me with pet names like princess it was still nice to hear” you spoke, your hot breath hitting his neck and he smiled.
“Wow, you admitted you missed me and it was followed by more nice words. I’m in shock” Charlie said and you laughed, your chest bumping into his back with each laugh.
“It’s been a while, I figure we can’t spend all of our time bickering even though that is our favorite past time” you said as you rested you chin on his shoulder, thankful he offered to carry you through the woods.
“How’s that fiancé of yours, what’s his name? Marion?” you rolled your eyes at Charlie’s bash towards the man’s name.
“Martin and I’m assuming fine considering we broke off the engagement” Charlie’s eyes widened at this, surprised you of all people were still on the market.
“Oh. I’m sorry” Charlie told you but you shook your head on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, I broke it off. He wanted me to be a housewife and my degree from Harvard said otherwise” you told him and Charlie grinned at the fact you were still tough as nails, taking no shit from nobody as you navigated through life. Keating would be proud.
“Well, his loss” Charlie said as you approached the entrance of the cave. He slowly slipped you off his back, helping you to the ground before allowing you to enter first.
“There you are, we had to keep Todd from starting the meeting” Knox said as you both entered and you laughed as you climbed into the cave and took a seat, Charlie plopping next to you. Pitts finished starting the small fire and Todd stood up beside it.
“Go for it Todd” Charlie said and Todd smiled as he pulled the book from his coat.
“Keating left it in my dorm. I didn’t have the heart to ever get rid of it” he explained as he turned it over in his hands and opened the cover. “I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately-“
“To live deep and suck all the marrow out of life. To put to rout all that was not life and not when I came to die discover that I had not lived” the rest of you chimed in, the words never leaving your souls.
“Who wants to go first?” Todd asked and Charlie stood swiftly, Todd moving so he could take center stage. You took this time to look around the cave, your stomach tightening when you saw the God of the Cave still where Neil had left it, just worn down from the years.
“I actually came prepared” he said as he denied the book from Todd and pulled a piece of paper out of his suit jacket.
“Dark in the night, we felt free. Like taking flight, like birds in a tree. The moon our spotlight, the words so sweet. We loved with great might, and hurt so deep. Bonded in weather, our message forever, missing you together, the Dead Poets and me” a tear slipped from your eye and you quickly wiped it away as the boys applauded.
“Hey Charlie, that was great” Knox patted his back as he sat back down.
“I wanted to write a poem for tonight but no matter what I put down it ended up being about how I felt about this place” he said and the boys nodded, knowing what he had meant. Welton was never the same and they were changed forever.
“I’ll go next” Knox said and Todd handed him the book. Knox read and the rest of the boys followed, you all passing around the bottle of champagne. You stood as well, reading from the book, and trying to memorize the feeling of what it was like to read in the cave again. But once the meeting was over the rest of you still couldn’t find the heart to leave. If you could live in this moment forever you would.
“I’m gonna get some fresh air” Charlie perked up beside you and stepped out the cave. The boys watched as he moved out and you decided to follow after.
“Yes, fresh air indeed” you spoke sarcastically as you saw the now lit cigarette dangling from his lips.
“Needed a buzz doll, visiting the past can be a bit overwhelming” he spoke, the cigarette dancing across his lips, his hands shoved deeply in his pockets from the cold night air.
“Yeah, I get that” you said as you grabbed the cigarette from his lips, your fingers brushing softly against them as you pulled it away to take a long drag yourself. His breath hitched as you pulled it away, your red lipstick stained on the end, as you placed it back in his mouth.
“It’s a nice feeling, all of us together again. No Cameron is a perk too” he knocked you with his shoulder, never liking the boy long before he finked.
“Is it wrong I wish things were still like this?” you asked and Charlie chuckled. One thing you both had in common was you had romanticized this part of your life, and maybe now allowing anyone new into your life wouldn’t come close to feeling as good as this.
“No, at least I think so. I would do anything to get back those nights in the cave” you nodded along with him, holding your hand out, a sign to pass you the cigarette. He obeyed and passed it to you, both of you staring off into the darkness of the woods.
“Do you think we’re still single because people will never understand the things we’ve gone through?” you asked, because there wasn’t many woman your age that weren’t married yet and you were running out of single men.
“Yeah, but I have more reasons than that” Charlie spoke, taking the cigarette back to give it one final drag.
“Yeah, like what?” you asked as he stomped out the bud, the cigarette light no longer illuminating his face.
“Well for starters no girl I’ve met has ever come close to you” you gasped slightly at his admission, shocked to hear that all those years of bickering Charlie felt the same way about you that you did him.
“Why didn’t you ever reach out?” you nervously asked, trying to calm your breathing as he stepped closer.
“Well I didn’t think I deserved someone as amazing as you. After I got kicked out I felt like I deserved nothing” he said, you now both facing each other, chests only an inch apart.
“And now?” you whispered due to the close proximity and he smiled as he pushed some of your hair behind your ear.
“Now I know we all deserve to be happy. I also think it’s a sign both of us being single all these years later. So I want to give this a shot” Charlie spoke and you nervously swallowed, surprised grown Charlie had you as worked up as teenager Charlie would’ve.
“Okay” was all you could say and he grinned as he leaned down and pulled you mouth against his. His hands slid up into your hair and you didn’t care as you grabbed his hips, kissing back with everything you had in you.
“Shit, I’ve always wanted to do that” Charlie said, panting slightly as he pulled away, your red lipstick smeared across his face.
“Me too” you grinned before pulling him into another kiss. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck as he ran his down your back. The need to be against each other overtaking anything else.
“We should get back in before they get suspicious” Charlie pulled back and you smirked at his lipstick covered face and nodded, knowing he wasn’t aware you had made your mark. You nodded and allowed him to lead you back into the cave, snickers immediately coming from the others.
“Look at that, Nuwanda’s getting red bit worked” Todd spoke and the rest of the boys busted out laughing to which you sat back down, enjoying how embarrassed he was.
“You got a little something here buddy” Meeks told him and he pointed to his lips and Charlie tried to wipe away the lipstick but a lot of it stayed.
“Told you it drives girls crazy”
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masivechaos · 1 year
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gerard pitts x fem! reader
prompt: squishing the other's cheek (from this prompt list @creativepromptfills)
warnings: none pure fluff!
word count: 0.3k
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You yelped as flour fell on your arm “Pittsie!!” you looked up at his tall frame with wide eyes and mouth open in shock “You are so dead!” you dived your fingers into the flour bag before throwing the contents of your hand on him.
Baking with your boyfriend was a good idea at first. He always made amazing cinnamon rolls you could have a bellyache by dint of eating too much, so the thought of cooking some with him as a date seemed obvious.
But saw how it started as a battle of food, you weren’t going to bake much. 
When Gerard was taking a handful of flour, you decided to grab the cinnamon “That’s not equal sweetheart” he warned, not wanting to be covered in the brown powder.
“Well you’ll smell nice” you said as you feint to attack him. But now that your little joke was over you weren’t paying attention anymore and Pitts took advantage of it. He spread out his arm, his covered-in-flour hand grabbed your face, his fingers squeezing your cheeks.
You tried to escape from his grip but couldn’t, so you extended your own arm to squish his cheeks back, tinting them with the cinnamon powder. 
Gerard let out a choked laugh “You look silly like that” he said, squeezing your cheeks harder. “So do you” you retorted, fingers digging further into his skin. After a minute, you both broke into laughter and released the other’s cheeks.
You rubbed your now sore face with a light giggle and Gerard did the same. When he saw the small print of his fingers on your skin his eyes widened “Oh, sorry” he said before leaning forward, kissing your cheek tenderly. When he pulled away he pecked your lips before dropping a kiss on your other cheek.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tippy toes “I need one more and you’re forgiven” Gerard let out a laugh before bringing his lips to yours, but he didn’t stop at one peck.
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remusbutfemale · 11 months
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Wet hair
Steven meeks x f! Reader
Slight nsfw
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Y/n sat in Steven's dorm room waiting for him to return from the shower. She sighed and looked around the room for something to entertain her while she waited. She picked up the Latin book on his desk and observed the cover. "Of course he has a Latin book," she mumbled to herself.
Just then, the door opened slowly, revealing Steven's silhouette as he walked in. His hair was still slightly wet from the shower he had just taken, and droplets of water glistened on his broad shoulders. Y/n couldn't help but stare at him in awe, her heart beating faster as he approached her. "Hey, baby," he said in a raspy voice, sending shivers down Y/n's spine. She had always found his voice incredibly sexy, and now, with him standing so close, her innocent thoughts turned to not-so-innocent ones. She tried to keep her composure, but her knees couldn't resist the overwhelming desire to buckle under his gaze.
As he spoke, a slight smirk appeared on his face. "What's wrong, baby? You okay? You seem a little red," he teased the girl, who responded by blushing and looking down at her feet. He stepped closer to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her chin with his other hand. She looked up to meet his gaze, and he kissed her passionately. As their lips met, she felt her hands instinctively move to his wet hair, slightly tugging at it.
"Fuck, y/n," he whimpered against her lips. "I need you," he whined again. She pushed him onto the bed and went to lock the door so no one would walk in on their intimate moment.
As she leaned in, her heart raced with anticipation. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, and her hands trembled slightly as she placed them gently on his chest. Slowly, she began to kiss him with a tender passion, savoring the taste of his lips and the feel of his hands on her hips. With each passing moment, the intensity of their embrace grew, and soon they were lost in the blissful moment of each other's company.
She pulled away from him, her breathing heavy and ragged. Her mind was racing, but she couldn't find the right words to say. Everything was happening too fast, and she felt like she was losing control. As she tried to catch her breath, he pulled her back into his embrace, his hands exploring her body in a way that both excited and scared her. She moaned softly, unable to resist his touch, and lost herself in the moment. For a while, nothing else mattered. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in a passionate embrace.
She tried to remove her clothing, but it was difficult to do so on her own. He noticed her struggling and offered to help. As he leaned in to assist her, she couldn't help but notice that his glasses were fogged up from their earlier kissing. She appreciated his help and decided to return the favor by helping him remove his own clothing. As they began to playfully flirt and tease each other, the air around them was filled with excitement and anticipation.
As she positioned herself on top of him, he could feel his heart racing with anticipation. His breath caught as he watched her slide onto him, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. When she gasped, it was like music to his ears, a sound so sweet and heavenly that he never wanted it to end. As he looked up at her, he could see the desire burning in her eyes, and he knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be. "You're too perfect," he whispered, his head thrown back in ecstasy as she began to move. Every moment with her was like a dream come true, and he never wanted to wake up.
As she moved slowly and sensually, her body responded to the pleasure that engulfed her. She whimpered in his ear, and he responded by gripping her hips firmly, helping to guide her movements. As they continued to explore each other, their passion grew, filling the room with an intense heat that seemed to touch every corner. She felt alive, and every touch, every movement, only added to her excitement. It was as if nothing else mattered in the world, and for that brief moment, they were the only two people who existed.
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