Hey if you're taking request (I couldn't see anywhere that said if you were or weren't sorry) could you do a Richard Cameron x reader with insomnia please?

Richard Cameron x Reader With Insomnia 

Paring: Richard Cameron x gender neutral reader

Movie: Dead Poets Society 

Summary: What it would be like dating Richard Cameron while having insomnia 

Warnings: Mentions of insomnia

Word count: 1,330

• At first, your sleeping disorder was a problem in your relationship, as Cameron was someone who went to bed at exactly seven every night, while you were up into the late hours of the morning, around five, six, or later. Your sleeping schedules clashed because Cameron was awake extremely early, getting up in morning just around the same time you were finally drifting off to sleep, while you didn't get up into late in the afternoon or sometime during the night; when he was awake, you were asleep, and when you were awake, he was asleep. You practically had no time to spend with one another which was a large issue between the two of you. And Cameron, being the light sleeper that he is, it was almost impossible for him to get sleep while you were up and about, rummaging through yours or his dorms, where ever he chose to sleep that night, causing him to easily be woken from his slumber. Your options were extremely limited. 

• The meetings were the first domino that fell among the two of you, the sessions were the first option that came about. Of course, they weren't as private as the two of you had preferred, Charlie constantly throwing things at the two of you or Neil would politely call upon Cameron to assist him with something, but the two of you would take whatever time you could get. Richard and yourself loved cuddling with one another during the frigid get togethers, sitting with your head upon his shoulder and his arm wrapped appropriately around your waist while coved in a small throw blanket. This action often caused one of the other poets to exclaim “Ew! PDA!” On your way to and from each of these conferences, your boyfriend would always hold your hand and allow you to wear a jacket or sweatshirt of his as you both looked up towards the sky, admiring the stars as the two of you talked and caught up.

• Cameron soon began taking every opportunity he possibly had to be around you, practically deprived of the love an affection he received during the meetings. Logic had seemingly suddenly kicked in when he got the idea to just go to your dorm during his free time. He would sneak into your room, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could, as not to wake you, by slowly shutting the door, quietly creeping around your room, basically memorizing where every squeaky floor board was placed around your room, before slowly crawling upon your bed. He always made sure he would rid of his shoes before entering your domain, as to lessen the possibility of causing a disruption. Anyway, once he had successfully made it upon your bed, he would retrieve his homework before combing his hands through your hair, brushing a few strands from your face so he could admire you before beginning to quietly hum to himself. This chain of events would usually slightly wake you, disrupting your sleep as you felt someone way down the free side of your bed before placing their fingers upon your hair. “Hello?” You'd mutter out, sleep still laced within your shaken up voice. “Its just me, my dear,” Cameron would respond before running the back of his hand across your face, caressing your cheek “go back to sleep.” You'd slightly hum in response before obeying his order, letting yourself fall back into a deep slumber, much more relaxed within his grasp.

• He would also disappear into the depths of your room whenever he wished to nap; although, these types of occasions were rare, for one: Cameron didn't often have a lot of free time on his hands, and two: He didn't usually take naps due to his productive sleep schedule. But even so, he would still pace in the direction of you room during the study halls in which he found himself dozing off to sleep during, his eyelids becoming heavy as he felt it become increasing hard to hold up the weight of his own head. He would trudge into your room before kicking off his shoes, dropping his books and jacket before promptly jumping upon your bed, the entire mattress rattling as he did so, sinking into “his side” of your bed. Usually, the two of you would sleep in various different positions, what ever felt most comfortable in the moment, but your favorites included sleeping upon your stomachs, face down into the pillows upon your bed while Cameron draped his arm across your back, you also favored simply laying upon your backs, facing the ceiling while you held hands, your fingers laced together as you placed your leg over one of his own, your ankle attempting to twirl itself around his. You also enjoyed when the red head laid upon his back, giving you access to wrap your arms around him, toss a leg across his waist, and successfully place your head upon his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, clasping his hands together upon your rip cage before letting his face relax into the top of your head.

• During the weekends or vacations, the freckle covered boy does his best to stay up late with you, but it’s practically impossible. He cant even seem to stay up past 10:30, already yawning and dozing off to sleep as a result of his extreme exhaustion. He’ll arrive at your dorm around three or four-ish in the afternoon, brining snacks and activities along with him. You’ll spend a few hours chatting with one another while eating your favorite foods; you’ll gossip, cuddle, and possibly play a few card games while giggling amongst each other. But, by 8:00, he is always already blinking himself awake, at 9:00, he’s practically sleeping where he sits, and at 10:30, he’s out cold. You always respect his attempts though, and the couple hours you do get to spend talking and laughing with one another is something you’ll always cherish. And besides, it always gives you the opportunity to draw idiotic images upon his pale skin while he rests. 

• Cameron is always there to comfort and have your back whenever you show up to numerous classes exhausted and extremely sleep deprived. Your eyes will be blood shot due to your lack of sleep but also the multiple hours you most likely spent crying, begging your body to just shut down and let you rest. If a teacher is giving you a hard time due to you yawning or resting during their lesson, the male will waist no time to jump in and stand up for you, politely explaining the situation to the teacher. He’ll lean over and rub your back, caressing your skin as you let yourself relax, your head placed in your arms. There has been many times Cameron has arrived at your dorm around lunch time to check on you, just to find you curled up into a ball in the corner of your bed, sobbing violently, exclaiming your frustration and how you haven't slept in multiple hours. He is always there to comfort you in anyway you request; holding you in his arms as he brushes the hair from your vision, kissing your tear stained skin before rubbing your back and whispering comforting words into the silent room.

• One morning, he woke up with you sleeping peacefully in his arms, rays of sun casting onto your face through the cracks and crevasse of the curtains, the lighting accentuating your perfect features as Cameron just admired you. He practically started crying as pride coursed though his veins, so extremely happy that he was comforting enough to help you sleep, even if it was just a once in a life time occurrence; waking up to the warmth of your body in his arms as the scent of you filled his nostrils will be a memory engraved into his mind for the rest of his life.

charlie dalton comforting the reader through a panic attack? <3

Charlie Dalton Comforting The Reader Through A Panic Attack

Paring: Charlie Dalton x gender neutral reader

Movie: Dead Poets Society

Summary: As the title says, this is what it would be like if Charlie Dalton were to comfort you through a panic attack

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of panic attacks

Word count: 1,038

Charlie has learned the ins and outs of your mind, especially your emotions, including when your brain goes into its ultimate panic mode. The first time one of these attacks accrued, Charlie was scared shitless, his brain racing as he stressed about what move to make that wouldn't effect you in a negative way. He did his best to hide his own panicked emotions, but they easily seeped through his whole charade when he would whisper things like "oh God" or "shit" under his breath, or when his hands began to shake and his voice began to quiver. He was trembling almost as much as you were. And his actions only made you feel worse, sadness washing over you when you observed how you affected him in that moment, making you feel like a burden to your boyfriend as he too became anxious and fearful.

But, after a while, once he had been there to experience a few more of these attacks, he quickly learned exactly how to operate and what actions to take to calm your nerves and lighten the mood.

Charlie has never been too good with the whole "expressing your emotions" and "explaining your feelings" ordeal, never knowing what words to use or how to phrase his sentences to perfectly portray his sentiment. He often stutters or stumbles through his sentences when ever he feels the need to express himself, and these quirks only worsen under pressure, often ending in him slapping his palm across his mouth or upon his forehead as a result to his awkwardness. So, due to this fact, he's become skilled at cheering you up in other ways, using tactics that don't involve him speaking all too much.

Taking the situation into account, analyzing just how stressed and anxious you may be, touching and holding you is often not the best option for Charlie, it is a path he quickly learned not to take. Panic attacks are seemingly the only time Charlie can keep his hands off you, any other time he has you in his grasp, always holding your hand, hugging you, playing with your hair, anything, it’s always something, but he would never want to upset you or make your situation any worse, so he tends to keep away from those types of actions when you're in such an emotional state. So, with his lack of communication and no physical affection allowed rule, that only leaves a few more options available for the male.

Compliments, loads of compliments. He isn't always the best at comforting words, not wanting to mess up and say the wrong thing, so he strays away from those types of sayings and instead resorts to flattery. He will compliment your clothes, his favorite physical features of yours, your unique personality, your strengths, and other redeeming qualities. He practically dumps his whole heart to you, which always leaves you somewhat smiling.

He also often chatters about what ever comes to his mind, an attempt to keep your thoughts off the problem at hand. He tries his best to distract you from your overbearing, doubtful, and negative thoughts by talking about stuff that happened during his day or things he spots in the halls. "Today, it was so funny," he'll chuckle to himself "I got to watch as Pitts fell from a chair while trying to hang something in the class. He landed on Todd, practically killing him." This strategy actually works pretty well, his stories often take your mind off your issues and troubles and you even end up laughing along with the male as he tells you a funny memory of his. 

But, if you’d prefer to just sit quietly in the hall, or some sort of other safe space, then he wont object. He wants to do what ever makes you feel the most relaxed and comfortable, and if that includes just sitting shoulder to shoulder silently in the desolate halls, he’s always willing to do so. And, if you’d prefer to just be alone for a while, left to your own devices, he totally understands; he’ll even offer to do some of your homework for you while you relax, even if it may not be his strong point, he wants to relieve you from as much stress as he possibly can.

He’ll also gladly accompany you to your dorm just to be able to read out loud while rubbing your back, one of his best and most successful attempts to help you calm down while also soothing you into a deep slumber. He loves massaging your shoulders and neck while reading a passage from a book, being able to respond to any of your beckoning needs if you have any. You want a blanket? He practically jumps from his position upon your bed to retrieve a comforter for you. He’ll gladly remove his sweatshirt, t-shirt, and basically any clothing of his you may even slightly desire. He practically spoils you, obeying all of your needs when ever you are even slightly down.

He always make sure no one comes near you if you're not ready or just generally not in the mood. He practically camps out in front of your bedroom door, politely telling people you need some time alone if they are searching for you, and if they don’t take the hint, continuing to insist that they need you, his protective side will most likely always kick in, his features will go blank before he sternly repeats himself.

And, of course, what he’s known for: Jokes. He always seems to know the exact words to say to make you start giggling. He’ll make funny faces, tickle you, and exclaim cringy puns if thats what it takes to see even a small upon your face. Of course, if you're not in the mood at that moment, he’ll hold off till a more appropriate time, but you better expect to be crying laughing at some point before the end of the day.

(I also wrote just a generalized version of Charlie Dalton Comforting The Reader so if you want to read more about the topic of Charlie dalton comforting you, just click those words and it should bring you right to the post 👍) 

Poly w/ Bender and Andy??

What It Would Be Like In A Poly Relationship With John Bender And Andrew Clark

Paring: John Bender x gender neutral reader x Andrew Clark

Movie: The Breakfast Club

Summary: As the title says, this is what it would be like in a poly relationship with John Bender and Andrew Clark

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of violence

Word count: 2,602

(Sorry if this is really bad, I’m not too proud of this and this is my first time writing in a long time so if its bad, thats why.)

It was extremely obvious and a very well known fact that you had a slight thing for both of the boys; you were very outward about your attraction towards them, not in any way shape or form trying to hide your affection. You flirted with the two of them almost all the time: you winked, smiled, and you would often place your hands upon them while having a conversation, wether that be on their arms, chest, or fingers, your palms always seemed to be placed on them. Your confidence and straight forward attitude is what caused them to fall head over heels for you. Andy often day dreamed about bringing you along with him to his tournament’s, accompanying you to the mall, and inviting you to hang out with his friends, while John imagined you as his plus one to house parties, brining you to tons of metal concerts, and getting high with you in the school parking lot. You were on their minds almost 24/7, the blond often thought of you during his wrestling practices, causing him to space out and get yelled at by his coach as a result, and John was finding it hard to keep up with his whole bad boy facade when even the thought of you slightly lingered through his brain, a small smile slipping across his lips before his face turned a light shade of pink.  

If you thought they argued a lot before, well boy were you wrong. Constantly observing as the person they were both deeply infatuated with flirting with another guy always made them furious. It caused many fights, be it physical, verbal, or both, they were always extremely heated and violent. Fist fights often erupted between the two of them, maybe John looked at Andy the wrong way in the hall or Andrew flipped off John during lunch, whatever it may have been, they quickly came to the realization that the whole situation had transformed into a complete competition for your love, a battle that sparked an even deeper hatred between the two. Their shared loathing for one another and their constant fights and brawls made the thought of each other start to appear into their brains much more often. Andy was always thinking about Bender on his way to school, gripping his backpack with extreme force as he stared out the window, glaring at almost everything in sight as he thought about the brown haired male and how much he despised him, and John wasn't much better: he started to explode at teachers more often due to his pent up anger, yelling at adults while he kicked over furniture as he exited the classroom. They had begun to think about one another almost constantly, their lives practically revolving around each other, always thinking about which hall to take or where to sit at during lunch so they would just happen to cross paths.

So, with you as their final goal, but each other almost always on their minds, they started to fight more and more. Why, you may ask, well there is two possibilities, one: They were trying to cover up the fact that they were both a bit into each other by over exaggerating their feelings of hatred, or two: They secretly just wanted a reason to spend more time and to be closer to one another. But what ever it was, these two started to fight over the smallest and things. For example, Andrew had accidentally bumped into Benders locker in the hall one morning, his shoulder slightly nudging it as he walked passed, and John, who witnessed this, from down the hall, practically jumped on top of the athlete. Or, another time, John was actually nice to the blonde, Andrew had dropped his pencil in class and Bender leaned over, retrieving it for him before handing it to the other boy, attempting to be nice and actually form some kind of impartial bond. But John jumped about fifty feet when Andrew just lost it, yelling and screaming at John in the middle of class. In that moment, John vowed, on his own life, that that would be the last time he would ever spare the blonde from his anger. It ended up being a lie, but what ever.

You started to suspect that they not only reciprocated your feelings but also felt something for one another as well when caught one of them staring and admiring the other in the middle of class, multiple times. The look in their eyes definitely was not that of someone who truly disliked someone, their faces were actually the same exact ones you often caught them starring at you with; a smitten and total love struck look written across their features. Johns eyes were soft as he gazed upon Andrew, a small smile creeping upon his face as he observed the way the light casted down upon the boy, while Andrew often zoned out with his eyes glued to Bender, fiddling with the string of his sweatshirt as his vision practically magnetized in John’s direction. This fact didn't cause you to be overwhelmed with a feeling of jealousy or annoyance, you were actually quite thrilled about the occurrence as it worked out amazingly in your favor.

This went on for a while, you flirting with the boys as they fought one another and bickered over you, you would observe them as they glanced at you before glancing at one another, but the day eventually arrived when you finally snapped. The moment you decided to situate the entire messy and confusing affair came when they fought over you in the lunch room, as they always did. John waltzed over to Andrew before preceding to kick a leg out from underneath his chair, the blond toppling over as a result before jumping up from his position on the ground and grabbing Bender by his hair. You were quick to rise from your seat, calmly walking over towards them before separating the intense fight. Once they had finally conciliated they ordered you to pick between them, to decide right then and there who you wanted to be with and demanding you to stop teasing them. But, instead, you simply suggested that you all date. They were apprehensive at first, awkwardly looking up at one another, then back at you before John finally agreed. Andy let out a soothing exhale as relief washed over him, hiding his joy at the thought that both of his love interests had feelings for him. He soon accorded as well.

It took a bit of time for the two of them to become comfortable, slowly relaxing around each other as their hatred for one another slowly diminished over time. At first, they were both extremely awkward whilst together, too nervous to even look at each other and often still fighting and bickering, as they had never dealt with each other in a civil manner. But soon enough, they quickly became pleasant with one another.

The three of you love wearing one anothers clothing items; Andy often wore Johns jacket, walking around town or making his way through the halls while supporting John’s jean jacket isn't an uncommon sight. And some how, he makes it look amazing as well. You often wear Andy’s letterman, as he has practically no use for it anymore. Not only is it extremely comfortable and smells amazing, but it also looks super cute with all of your outfits. His over sized jacket is like the cherry on top of all of your clothes, matching perfectly with a cute pair of shorts or finalizing your white t-shirt. And, although Bender is a bit too large to fit into either of your clothes, he loves wearing your jewelry, often stylizing his outfits with your small, diamond earrings or a metal necklace wrapped around his neck and hanging upon his collar. 

These two love sneaking in through your window during the night. Wether it be for some long over due make out sessions or just the deep desire to hang out and cuddle, one of them always appears outside your room in the evenings, desperately knocking at your window to let them in. And they always seem to run into each other unannounced as well. Andrew may accidentally bump into John on the street or they may cross paths whilst noisily scaling the side of your house, either way, they never seem to plan it when they show up at your home around the same time, it’s just a really odd coincidence.

The three of you often have study dates. All of you get together while dressed in comfortable pajamas, John often wearing a pair of Andrew’s pajama pants while you are practically swimming in one of John’s t-shirts, before you sit down upon the floor, spreading all of your textbooks and homework out on the ground as you work with one another. But, with in ten minutes, you're always the one who ends up tutoring the two of them, teaching them basic math skills or simple grammar as Andrew often doesn't have time for school work, due to both his busy and stressful sports schedule, and Bender just simple doesn't do any of his work on his own time. 

Both John and yourself show up to Andy’s wrestling meets, taking a seat somewhere in the crowded bleachers before cheering him on during his matches. He loves waving or winking at the two of you before going out onto the mat, loving the idea that you guys will be observing him as you happily support him. John always seems shows up a bit late with food though, rushing into the gymnasium with snacks and meals for the three of you before frantically searching for you among the audience. He always brings himself a coke and some cold popcorn, he supplies you with your favorite candy and some sort of chips, and, all though Andrew hates it, he always brings him some sort of really sugary junk food, just to piss him off. 

The three of you absolutely adore going swimming in the summer; you have so much fun dressing in your favorite swim wear and quickly packing a day bag before dashing off to the beach, practically on a whim. The boys love swimming and splashing around in the water, sharing sunglasses as they swim as far off into the lake as they possibly can, all while you observe them from shore. Most of the time, you're sitting upon the beach, usually reading or sunbathing, but every so often, you join them in their water sports, and when ever you do so, finally giving into their begs and pleads, they conspire against you before dunking you underwater. Either one of them will scoop you up into their arms before basically slamming you down into the water. They think it is the funniest thing on the planet.

The group of you don’t often cook together, but when ever you do, it always ends in some sort of food fight. You could be baking cookies, bam, theres dough smeared all over your faces. Cooking noodles, suddenly pasta sauce some how ends up smooshed all over the walls. It’s like full of violent warfare; Andrew will be hiding behind the kitchen counter as John throughs flour across the room, giving you the perfect opportunity to crack an egg upon Andy’s head before Bender catches you and wipes chocolate all over you and your clothes. 

Those boys love having their hair played with. They don’t care if you braid it, comb it, or simply run your fingers through it, it’s like their in complete heaven when ever your hands are on their heads. You often find yourself with your palm buried in Johns hair as he listens to music, or your fingers laced in Andrew’s locks while he’s on the phone with one of his buddies. They practically beg you to massage their heads when ever the three of you are watching television or simply laying with one another.

Ice skating. In the colder seasons, the three of you get together, at least once a month, and go ice skating. John absolutely sucks at it. You and your blond boyfriend watch as your big and tough boyfriend falls on his ass or face plants into the ice about a dozen times. He usually has to desperately hang onto one of you for the entirety of the night, usually grasping Andy’s hand as he’s surprisingly talented at the sport. He rarely slips, usually keeping amazing balance as John and you struggle to glide successfully for two whole seconds. The athlete can even do a few tricks. “Fuck you, you show off.” John will jokingly snap at Andrew when ever he lands some random trick.

You all often go to fairs together; John and you love going on all the rides, your favorite being the zipper, putting all of your effort in attempting to make it spin all the way around, swinging you and John around in your seats causing your hair to fly around the cage. Andrew isn't a huge fan of rides, he’ll accompany the two of you on the ferris wheel or maybe the tilt-a-whirl, but thats about it. He hates feeling his stomach drop or when his anxiety gets so bad he’s shaking, but worst of all, he hates getting sick, despising all rides that may include spinning him in circles too fast or hang him upside down for a long period of time. And because of this fact, he often stands around, chatting with a few of his acquaintances while he waits, even offering to win prizes for you and John. He always secures a large stuffed animal for you and gains some sort of band poster for Bender. 

One time, the three of you got together at Andrew’s house and had a movie night, arguing over what movie you should view while you cooked popcorn, gathered some candies, and poured three cups of soda. You finally accepted the fact that you’d be watching Die Hard against your will. But, within twenty minutes of the movie that they had so desperately wanted to view, the two had absolutely passed out; Andy, exhausted from wrestling practice, had his head placed upon your lap, quietly snoring to himself as his hand grasped at your knee. Bender had his cheek squished against your shoulder, causing his mouth to fall open as his hair hung in his face. You had to pee extremely bad, but you excepted the fact that you weren't rising anytime soon as you didn't want to wake the boys, so you allowed your fate to slowly creep up on you as your hands found their way to their hair, twirling their locks between the pads of your fingers as you watched the action film.

Finally, these two would definitely fight someone due to you, in fact, they already have. The two of them had walked into gym class one day, their eyes quickly scanning the room for your figure before their vision landed upon some kid shamelessly flirting with you. They could read the look of absolute helplessness drawn all over your face, your eyes frantic as a small frown grew across your lips. This random dude obviously was unaware of the fact that you were dating two of the toughest guys in school, because if he had known, he wouldn't have made such an obvious mistake. Anyway, the look on the boys face was priceless when your boyfriends practically spawn out of nowhere before beating his disturbing ass. 

Omg? I’m back from the dead?

I lowkey forgot this account existed but I’m back for now and new writing will be out like very very very soon 👍

What I learned from history class today:

I really don’t like that musical about those people from the like 1700’s

Everyday I almost run into the same girl in the same hallway on the same exact turn. It’s tradition now

So… BASEketball

Sometimes

for you <3

Woah

Thank you so much, for you

Just testing something

Gross

best gif in the universe

@teddydxchamp @dumbfuck-mojave

I was unsure if I was suppose to make me or not, but here

Anyone who wants to :>

this has got to be the cutest picrew ive ever seen!!

winter scenes in Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir

Anyone who wants to

Choose one picture from ur camera roll without downloading to sum up your personality and then tag 5 ppl

tagged by @shy–cum

@papsmearrrr @asongthatsingsitself @brutus-red-xiii @m4rris @wolf-biter @esquizoanalise @galacticgothsquid @iamjohanna @shad-bhaddie ok that’s more than 5, whatever

Oh god this seems like it happened so long ago

Anyway here’s more

I take responsibility for making these--

special thanks to @andersonsdeskset for being involved in all of them without asking for any of them

I encourage SOMEONE to reblog with their cursed edits, specifically the todd golf ball and dice

I am god

@teddyduchampsglasses has got to stop figuring out my sexuality before I do. THIS IS THE SECOND TIME DAMNIT!