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O Me! O Life!
Chapter 8
A/N: sorry this one’s kinda short, I just liked the place it ended at and thought it would be better as one sole chapter instead of a bunch of scenes in one
pairing(s): neil perry x fem!oc
warning(s): none
word count: 1307
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O Me! O Life!
Chapter 10
A/N: i finished my finals!! can i hear a wahoo? (any good omens fans out there? no? okay) anyway, this just means i’m gonna be free and incredibly bored for the next couple of months which means more writing for all of you!
pairing(s): neil perry x fem!oc
warning(s): swearing, drinking
word count: 3334
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O Me! O Life!
Chapter 12
A/N: sorry this is a bit late but,, four more chapters!! i’m gonna do my best to get each one out consecutively but we’ll see. i was finally able to land a job and also have a bit of summer homework that i have to do before coming back in a few weeks :(
pairing(s): neil perry x fem!reader
warning(s): swearing
word count: 1302
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O Me! O Life!
Chapter 14
A/N: so sorry this is a bit late! i was so busy yesterday and probably will be until school ends :( which means that once i get the final chapter of this out next week, i probably won’t have the time to write :/
pairing(s): neil perry x fem!oc
warning(s): suicide mention
word count: 1515
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Dead Poets Society One-Shots and Scenarios Master List!!
Disclaimer!!!
includes: Charlie Dalton, Todd Anderson, Gerard Pitts, Steven Meeks, Neil Perry, Knox Overstreet
(DISCLAIMER!: The Dead Poet Society characters are NOT MINE the scenarios/one-shots I came up with. YOU belong to YOURSELF TW/CW will be in front of every scenarios!)
QUICK TW/CW: there will be kissing, mentions of food, hugging, and swearing! If any of these make you uncomfortable/you don't like it pls don't read the scenarios/one-shots!!
THANK YOU AND ENJOY THE SCENARIOS/ONE-SHOTS!!
REQUESTS ARE OPEN COMMENT HERE!!
Boyfriend Scenario List:
How You Meet
Becoming Friends
He Asks You On A Date
The Date
Sneaking Out
He Asks You To Be His Girlfriend
He Meets Your Friends
You Meet His Friends
First Kiss
Hanging Out With Him
You Join His Secret Society
Arguing
Jealous (You)
Jealously (him)
Your Song
He Meets Your Parents
You Meet His Parents
Nicknames For Each Other
Texting Each Other
Wearing Matching Clothes
Getting High Together
Music He Listens To
Watching “Weird” Movies
Doing His Makeup
Midnight Walks
Your First Time With Him
When Your Sick
First I Love You’s
PDA
Head cannons
Dating Neil Perry Would Include
Dating Todd Anderson Would Include
Dating Knox Overstreet Would Include
Dating Charlie Dalton Would Include
Dating Steven Meeks Would Include
Dating Gerard Pitts Would Include
What His Hogwarts House Is
How He Would React To You Breaking Up With Him
Going to the Beach with Him
How He Would React To Being Rejected
Charlie Dating an Athlete
One-Shots
Somewhere Only We Know (Todd Anderson x male!reader)
Poems (Knox Overstreet x fem!reader)
The Doll (Charlie Dalton x fem!reader
Kisses (Neil Perry x male!Reader)
Radio + Date (Steven Meeks x fem!Reader)
They Love Him (Todd Anderson x Gender Neutral Reader)
Best Friend’s Brother (Todd Anderson x male!reader)
Not So Secret (request) (Charlie Dalton x male!reader)
Unrequited Love (Steven Meeks x GN!reader)
Character x Character one-shots:
I Love You So (Charlie/Knox)
Diner Days
sort of requested by @srodulvroux
The Dead Poets x reader
Trigger Warnings: some swearing
Premise: An outsiders view on your diner dates, and the speculation between staff, until an answer seems to come after one opening night.
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Deborah wasn't quite sure when she first noticed you start coming into the diner, but she soon seemed to find a routine in your visits.
You would come in just after 5, with a school bag full of books, an arm load of scripts, and what seemed like a different boy for everyday of the week.
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The first few times you had come in, it had been alone, and you had managed to take up an entire booth, homework spread out, back pack and coat across the other seat.
She had served you, and moved on, thinking nothing of it.
The next time she had properly noticed you, you had come in with a boy, who was all grins and excitement. There was no homework to be seen that day, nor any other day when he joined you in the diner; only scripts, and practicing of lines over meals that went barley touched.
That was when she started gossiping with one of the other waitresses, speculating on if you were dating the boy with sharp features, or if neither of you had confessed your obvious feelings yet.
Soon, coming in with the boy had become part of your routine, though sometimes you would still come in alone, and it became agreed through most of the restaurant, you two were the cutest couple that frequented the diner.
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That was until one day when you had come in alone, sitting in your usual booth near the front window and beginning to unpack your homework for the day.
Deborah had just finished bringing you your usual when a new boy, this one with the chaotic energy of hurricane came sweeping in, loudly joking something close to "fancy seeing you here." as he slid into the other bench, moving your things out of the way.
At first, she hadn't thought anything of it, until someone else pointed out that this boy was flirting with you even more than actor had.
The question slowly became, had you and the sharp nosed boy broken up? Or was this new boy with the loud personality something secret?
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Deborah only seemed to get more confused as time went by, and you began to came in different days with different boys.
Gossip between workers and other regulars seemed to go insane with each new development, even if no one was entirely sure what was going on.
There was the first boy you had come in with, with the sharp features and shining eyes, who also seemed to be an actor, and in the same production as you at Henley Hall. When he came in with you, homework remained no where to be scene, and food went untouched as you worked through scripts and discussed parts of rehearsals. This boy was certainly a number one contender amongst the gossips, who had all gotten used to him at first, and were now pulling for him.
Then there was the second boy, the one with fluffy hair and a wide grin, who was all jokes. Nights at the diner with him seemed to be with no work at all, instead just loud conversations and jokes traded over dinner. All sorts of things from your conversations were overheard, from complaints about classes at Welton, to discussions of poetry. Quite a few of the staff and regulars seemed to pick him as their number one, with how infectious his loud happy personality was.
Another boy had been seen after him, a quiet blond boy with wandering eyes and slightly shaky hands. Deborah had quietly been rooting for him, above any of the other boys, but she didn't tell anyone that. He seemed the most interesting out of all of them, but that was only because of the variety; with the others you had routines, normally hanging out in the same way every time, but with this boy it all but depended on the weather. Somedays he would help you run lines, and other days you would work on homework together, sometimes you would just get dinner together, talking about everything under the sun.
The tall, almost awkward boy was another favorite of many of the gossipers. His almost shy smiles and sunny demeanor had even gotten one of the other waitresses to begin crushing on him. Deborah had gotten her manager to switch out their sections again, because she didn't want that to get in the way of however all of this panned out. And also because the other waitress had too often almost spilled drinks over the intricate projects that covered the table on the days he joined you.
The organized, redhaired boy seemed to be the least favorite of the gossipers; which Deborah found odd, because he seemed to be one of the nicest out of the seven of them. Sure, he seemed a little stiffer than the others, at least the first few times he had come in with you, but that didn't mean everything. Usually, with him the diner was quieter than it was when you came in with the others, as you both sat, working quietly on school work, occasionally a few words passing back and forth.
There was a seemingly love sick boy too, who often came into the diner with you, hair falling into his eyes and an almost crooked grin on his face. Usually with him, time was just spent enjoying each others company and eating dinner. One particularly crochety regular, who had long ago claimed the diner as his place, only like this boy the most because he seemed to be one of the quietest.
The last boy, as far as Deborah could tell, was another redhead with unruly hair. He was bubbly, polite, and quite frankly Deborah's other favorite. You often worked on homework together, though certainly in a more chaotic way than with the other red head. With him it seemed books and notebooks covered the table again, as various topics and subjects competed for attention.
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The gossipers never really seemed to find an answer, as you came in with these various boys, rotating around, never in the same order.
Speculation continued, and arguments were even started over if you were just leading them all on, or constantly breaking up and getting back with each of them.
Deborah, however, found her answer, one December Night.
She had managed to switch her shift with someone else, so that she wouldn't have to come in until after the play at Henley Hall; after months and months of hearing about it, she just had to go see it.
She had come back in for her shift, at 10:30, and was relived to find the diner mostly empty; something she wasn't used to with her dinner rush shift.
Only a few minutes after she'd started, a loud group rolled in, somehow squeezing themselves in your usual booth.
As she came around the corner, Deborah looked up, and then suddenly it all made sense.
You were squashed between the unruly red head, the tall boy, and the hurricane of a boy, with all the others squeezed into the other bench, the sharp nosed boy in the middle; all talking and laughing happily.
A few bouquets of flowers littered the table, as even the stern redhead gushed about the performance of a Midsummer Nights Dream. It was like everyone was very close to everyone, not bothered by the way you barley all fit in the booth.
Oh, Deborah thought, that settles it then.
It was all of them all along.