Todd loves to look at Neil, glances he can't help but steal through out the day that feel so vivid, each detail slipping nicely into his memory.
He likes to look at Neil in class, while he rests his face on his palm or sits up straight and rapt with attention while Keating says something moving. The way his eyes will always glint with that inspired spark that says a lot more than anything else.
He likes to look at Neil during dinner, when he perks up between bites and stifles giggles to avoid a scolding. The way his eyes dart around between who's talking, wide and perceptive, then the way he covers his grin with his napkin.
He likes to look at Neil at their meetings, illuminated by moonlight and the occasional dim glow of his cigarette, standing center of their huddled circle and articulating a new poem or story with enough poise to make the group's chatter hush to a whisper.
He likes to look at Neil when the two simply sit in content silence in their shared room, Neil's posture relaxed while he tucks himself into the corner by the window, the light catching on his features breathtakingly while he remains enraptured by what he's reading.
And with remembering this, Todd feels he's tucked himself into the corners of his own life and— after Neil's gone— there's only empty and dull space where he used to quietly admire the boy who'd once brightened the room. He still stares into those spaces, unable to make himself anything but a spectator in his existence, a poet who's lost his muse and doesn't know if he'll ever find anything more— or want to.
"She's... She's beautiful..." Neil gasped as Todd came out of the hospital with their newborn daughter. He was wheelchaired out of the emergency room while his husband cheerfully approached them.
The nurses and their valet looked at them quizzically.
"Neil... Please don't make it look like I gave birth to her, the surrogate was in labor for 36 hours and I tripped on a banana peel and fell down our stairs."
"She looks just like me too." Neil sniffled.
"You literally gave the-- Sweetie, please just open the car door." Todd laughed exasperatedly before handing Neil their daughter. Their Golden retriever, Delilah, trotted around Neil's legs trying to get a whiff of her new sister.
"Welcome home, Rose."
So uhh I came up with the name from "Gather Ye Rosebuds while ye may"
ok ok ok for the prompt thing, uh...whotsit, 27? the “I’m pregnant.” one (minus mpreg) and it's Chameron
go team!
"I'm pregnant." A woman told Charlie, a woman he barely recognized, a woman he never loved.
This is what Charlie gets for being the kind to sleep around, for being the kind who never loved properly or settle down.
Of course he took responsibility for the kid, it was the 60s, it would be devastating not to own up to knocking up such a lovely woman. Ah, right, he met her at his dad's Christmas party. Fuck.
His other friends were very supportive, Neil and Todd being the first to be excited (after they scolded him). Charlie wasn't one to be quiet about it too, telling every one of his friends. Except Cameron.
Especially not Cameron.
So it came to no surprise, when Cameron barged into his office and demanded an explanation as to why everyone got a wedding invite except him.
"What the hell Charlie?!"
"Hello, Cameron." Charlie said calmly.
"Don't 'Hello, Cameron' ME! Charlie, why wasn't I invited? I thought we weren't fighting anymore?!"
Charlie looked up at him with a pained expression.
"I.. I didn't what you to come to my wedding."
"I guess you're entitled to not invite me, but you could've at least told me! I'm still your friend, aren't I?"
"I..." Charlie's voice was caught in his throat. "I didn't want you to know I was marrying someone else."
"Were... you planning on marrying someone else?" Cameron brought his hands to his hips. "I'm not gonna judge you over it."
"Cam--" Charlie stood up from his desk and made his way over to Cameron. "Please, I'm asking you nicely, please leave."
Cameron looked visibly hurt by that, but he didn't back down. "Geez, Charlie, if you wanted to end our friendship that badly, you just had to ask."
"Cameron-- It's not that-"
"Then spit it out! I don't wanna have to worry out this-"
"Please, it's not something-"
"Would you just tell me? I'll leave after-"
"It's because it's not you, okay?!" Charlie snapped, making Cameron jolt. "It's because I'm making the worst mistake of my fucking life and I can't handle seeing you there, watching me marry someone else and be happy for me!"
"Charlie..."
"I wanted you to stop me! I wanted you to ask me to run away with you-- Fuck, I needed you to tell me that marrying her was a mistake! I was too fucking afraid to tell you--But now... you come in here to congratulate me and ask to see me married?! How the fuck am I supposed to feel about that?? I realized it's not because I've never loved anyone that I got into this mess-- It's because I can't love you openly that I'm trapped."
"I... I didn't know..."
Charlie let out a bitter chuckle, "Of course you wouldn't. I've hid this fact for so long." Charlie looked up at him with a single tear glossing his eye. "So do me a huge fucking favor, don't be there when I get married. I-- I won't be able to live with myself."
Cameron backs away before exiting Charlie's office. Charlie slumps down onto the floor, bawling silently as he let Cameron slip through his fingers once more.
4. "You're ticklish THERE?" for neil/charlie/todd please ?
drabble prompts! || not accepting!
4. “You’re ticklish THERE?”
Charlie’s face was absolutely burning.
Neil and Todd were laughing their asses off, though it wasn’t out of malice. However, it certainly was at him.
“No way,” Neil practically choked out through his giggles.
“Shut up!” Charlie replied defensively, willing the blush on his cheeks to disappear. It wasn’t really working though.
“You’re ticklish there?” Todd asked as he caught his breath.
“I guess so! It’s not like anyone has ever tried before!” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t really mind the teasing his boyfriends put him through, but he sure as hell was going to pretend he did.
During a, uh, very handsy kissing session in Neil and Todd’s locked dorm, either Neil or Todd, Charlie couldn’t really remember which one, had grabbed his ass and squeezed it gently, leading to him letting out a pretty embarrassing squeal.
And they were just not going to let it go.
Even days later, they would grab and squeeze and find any excuse to make him laugh beneath their fingers in his newly found, incredibly ticklish spot.
(hey guys! again, I have been pretty inactive for the past few months. school is a bitch. summer is approaching though, and I only have 17 days left! I will definitely resume posting. thank you all for the patience. now, I have written this drabble a few days ago, and thought I should post. enjoy!
TW- drug use, alcohol, eating disorder mention)
“My lifestyle’s wild I was living like a wild child…”
Charlie Dalton is his good old Christian name, but now, at midnight, he called himself Nuwanda. Nuwanda was his alter ego, something like Ziggy Stardust. He called himself Nuwanda when he was decked out in leather fetish outfits, a choker around his neck, and his face painted in red lipstick, usually smeared from drinking shot after shot, and making out with some random stranger, like what he was
doing right now.
His tongue was deep into a boy’s mouth, in the middle of the dance floor of a hot NYC club, with strobe lights brightening the dark room, and the electrifying music was booming from the speakers. Nuwanda met this guy only a few minutes ago. “Oh well.” He thought. “I was never good at not being forward.” This was a hobby of his, sleeping by day as Charlie Dalton, dressing up and heading to the club by night as Nuwanda. He would listen and dance along to the music after finding his friends, get some drinks on, maybe do some coke if he was persuaded to, and then hunt for anyone sexy enough to hook up with. Usually, they were guys. Sometimes he would bring a girl home, after all, he did like girls too, but it was mostly guys who turned him on.
It was always at their apartment, never his. His apartment showed an aspect of himself he kept hidden from the clubs, his good old Charlie self. He was strictly Nuwanda in this situation.
After a night filled with sex, booze, dancing and drugs, he would return home before sunrise, so he wouldn’t be attacked due to his appearance. As he walked home, and opened the keys to his apartment, a wave of sickness rushed over him, and he slammed the door, immediately rushing to the bathroom to throw up. He always threw up liquid, which was probably the alcohol he consumed earlier. He almost never eats now. Only if he was doing some exercise, he would eat half of an apple. His diet was alcohol and coke. He fixed his tired face with barely there concealer and powder.
As he stood up, he turned on the sink, splashing water in his face and in his mouth. He looked up, seeing smears of his signature red lipstick, and he reached out to his closet to get a makeup wipe. He cleans his face, slowly examining it, and he takes off his sticky clothes and jewelry, letting them fall to the bathroom floor. He looks into the mirror once again, removing the final smear of lipstick. Nuwanda is gone now. Charlie Dalton has arrived.
Todd wakes up alone, and Charlie wakes up with company.
Todd shoots out of bed drenched head to toe in his own sweat. Typically he is able to comfort himself enough to go back to sleep after a nightmare, but as he violently wipes away the tears streaming down his cheeks, he knows that tonight he just can’t do it on his own. He quietly slips out of bed, careful not to disturb a clueless peaceful Neil, but he then remembers that Neil is not there anymore. A cold chill runs through him, and he slides out through the rickety door. The hallways is dark, and the floor is cold on his bare feet as he tiptoes to the familiar door in front of him. He takes a deep breath in, wipes away a few more tears, and knocks quietly three times.
Thankfully, Cameron is a light sleeper, and the creak of his bed soon can be heard as he angrily and confusedly goes to answer the door. Aggressively, the door is flung open, and Todd flinches as Cameron’s cold stare meets his own. His expression softens significantly as he takes in Todd’s subdued appearance. Without a word, he motions Todd to come inside, and closes the door behind them. Cameron heads straight towards Charlie’s bed whilst rubbing his burning eyes, and he shakes him roughly on the shoulder. He wakes up groggily with obvious annoyance written in his features and heard in his groans, but as he turns to see the figure standing in the center of the room, he springs out from under the sheets.
“Todd.” Charlie’s arms extend and pull the slightly taller weeping boy into a strong embrace. He draws circles in his back as his crying heavies, and whispers the first comforting words that come to his mind . He presses pursed lips to his temples in between murmurs until the tears subside, and the tension Todd previously held releases under Charlie’s kisses. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Immediately, Charlie can feel Todd’s head shake against his, and Charlie nods in understanding after pressing a kiss to Todd’s cheek. As much as Charlie would love to stay in this position, he guides them over to his bed and lays them down together. Their limbs tangle, and their lips do too, as the thoughts of the nightmares dissipate in Todd’s mind along with the disgusted groans coming from the red head in the bed on the opposite wall.
Hey bestie pls could you do a Chameron drabble where the other poets didn't know they were dating, and they find out :) Thank you! <3
"Cameron, you fink, why dontcha bother someone else with your stupid factoid." Charlie insults his roommate from across the cave.
"It's not a factoid, Charlie, all I'm saying is that if we keep-"
"I don't wanna hear it-" Charlie cuts him off again. "Anyway, Neil, go ahead, start the meeting." He tosses his eyes onto Neil, obviously concerned by the friction between the two roommates.
As they recited their opening poem, Neil tossed his own look back at Todd, shifting his eyes to Charlie and back at Todd to signal the subject of his worry. Todd, having built an amazing sense of telepathy with Neil, sensed the concern and signaled him that they'll talk about it later.
Later into the night, a bit past midnight, the poets returned to their dorm undetected.
Neil and Todd retired into their room, the one right across Charlie and Cameron. "What was up with those two, huh?"
"I dunno, I feel like Charlie and Cameron are fighting again." Todd said, sitting beside Neil on his bed.
"Maybe I should talk to Charlie tomorrow, y'know? I hate to see two friends fight, especially during meetings."
Todd shrugged nervously "Yeah, I hope they could stop being enemies for once."
"I fucking love you," Charlie says breathlessly as he closed the door behind him and Cameron. He started pressing gentle yet passionate kisses onto Cameron's cheek. His desperate hugs were enough to let Cameron know he was apologizing for something.
"Really? Seemed like you were really annoyed by me a while ago," Cameron rolled his eyes at Charlie.
"Look, I told you once, I'm not gonna say it again: When you tell the group random facts, I find you REALLY ATTRACTIVE. If you're gonna respect the fact I'm tryin' to hide my rabid attraction to you, you better stop being so cute in public." Charlie kisses Cameron's forehead.
Cameron rolls his eyes, smiling at how he even ended up with Charlie. Perhaps it was that one time he confessed to Charlie-- obviously, but perhaps it was that time he and Charlie got too close too fast during one argument that everything became warm and fuzzy.
Either way, he likes seeing Charlie like this. He was surprisingly affectionate and gentle with how he handled their relationship. He only really "overreacted" how much he hated Cameron in public, but he always made up for it behind closed doors. Charlie is especially cute when he tells Cameron about his entire day before they go to bed, and the fact that Cameron had enough space for all of Charlie's stupid stories in his brain was remarkable.
Charlie Dalton was, in his own words, whipped for Richard Cameron. He'd do anything for Cameron, if it meant making him realize he was sorry for all those years they fought or times he insulted him, or if it also meant trying to show him how much he wasn't as uptight as they both thought. Charlie tried his best to make Cameron see how much he likes him. But he just couldn't risk outing them both to their group. It wasn't fair. Cameron wasn't ready to show their relationship to anyone and Charlie was willing to wait.
One day, in another DPS meeting, the boys were huddled up by the cave again, listening to Charlie play his saxophone (he kind of pointed towards Cameron) and he would sway slowly along.
Something caught Cameron's eye, in his peripheral caught Neil and Todd's hands secretly intertwine while no one else was looking. And at that instant, Cameron didn't feel nervous or alone, or even embarrassed. If the two people he cared about (aside from Charlie) could possibly be in a relationship, then they'd understand him and Charlie. And with their influence, it wouldn't be too bad.
"Hey guys," Cameron started. Charlie lowered his saxophone as he slowly decreased his volume to listen to Cameron. "Did you know-"
Charlie blasted an incoherent jumble of notes to mask Cameron's upcoming factoid.
"That--"
Another louder jumble of notes.
"I--"
An even louder, more annoying jumble of notes. The others were starting to get pissed off.
"Damn it, Charlie, let Cameron finish!" Neil snapped. "I know he and you haven't been friendly recently but, Jesus, could you give him a break?" Todd looked at Neil and back at Charlie, shocked and embarrassed.
"T-thanks, Neil but-"
"It's okay, Cameron, go on, tell us anything, and we won't let Charlie butt in."
"Well, I was gonna say the fact that I love Charlie Dalton, but I was kinda hoping him to butt in and say it with me." Cameron joked sheepishly.
Everyone in the cave had their jaws drop. Neil and Todd, trying to process if he was joking, Meeks and Pitts watching Charlie's shocked expression, and Knox who was rapidly turning his head back and forth to get everyone else's reaction.
"I--" Charlie's eyes were locked on Cameron.
"I know I was ashamed to admit it before, but I think it was because I was ashamed that I wasn't good enough for you. I wanna be good enough for you, I wanna show our friends that I'm not a fink, or I'm not some arrogant guy against you all the time-- Charlie, I really love you."
Charlie soon stood up from his spot and made his way over to Cameron, holding his face fondly.
Todd looked up at his friend, seemingly dazed and impressed, before looking back at Neil. "A-are they coming out before us?" He whispered to Neil.
Charlie gave Cameron a simple kiss on the lips, and even if it embarrassed his red-headed (and red-cheeked) boyfriend, he didn't mind it at all. "You're more than enough to me, Cam."
"Oh my god I think they are--" Neil replied to Todd.
Despite the fact Cameron and Charlie stole their thunder, Neil and Todd welcomed their relationship, congratulating them, urging the others to join in, the rest of them unsurprisingly quite ok with it.
That same night, when Charlie and Cameron returned to their rooms, lying down on the same bed, holding hands as they try to sleep.
"I can't believe you just finked about our own relationship." Charlie said, bringing up Cameron's hand to kiss it.
"Don't worry, they're the only people I'd tell it to, for now." Cameron turned to kiss his roommate good night, giving Charlie shivers down his whole spine. "Just say the word, I'll do it, babe."
Charlie Dalton is very much whipped for Richard Cameron.
I reblogged this from the Original Post by @carstairgray, I just didn't want it to get lost.
The Dead Poets went over to Charlie’s Family’s Winter Lodge that Christmas break. Obviously they all had to try out the jacuzzi Charlie boasted about for weeks.
All the poets scrambled to get the best sections of the small yet ample-sized tub. Unfortunately for Neil and Todd, they didn’t get the spots where the jet streams perfectly massaged their backs so they had to sit idly by while they wait their turn. They didn’t mind, however, because Neil and Todd standing on either side of the tub with a couple of mugs of cocoa was enough– even for just a bit of lingering glances at each other.
It was then Charlie was the first to stand up, already bored of his family’s exquisite hot tub. Neil gestured to Todd he should take Charlie’s spot but the rest of the poets stood up as well. “All yours, fellas.” Charlie winks at Neil.
Without thinking of the moment too much, Neil and Todd hopped into the now-spacious tub, water delicately warming their bodies. They both picked a spot with the jet streams, appropriately 5 feet apart from one another. Neil muses as Todd lets his voice vibrate along the pounding on his back. I sssoouuunnnddd liiiikeee aaa rrrooobooott.
Neil copies him and they laugh harder. They noticed their friends were still inside, playing cards by the fireplace. Seems like they were really the only ones left out there. It was silent for quite a while, just the sound of the jets bubbling and the water sloshing about.
Neil looked up into the sky, observing the clouds drift by. Then he looks back at Todd, who had just been staring at him. Or at least he thinks he did. He only caught a glimpse of Todd’s smile before Todd looked at the sky too.
For those few moments, it was quiet, but not dull. They were five feet apart from each other, yet Neil wished the jet streams were closer so he had an excuse to scooch closer.
Seems like he wasn’t the only one who thought that when Todd slowly made his way beside Neil, now only 2 feet apart.
They still didn’t say anything. The other poets were now playing a new game and they didn’t look their way. Both Neil and Todd just looked at them in silence. Stayed there until their hands became prune-like and Neil’s back got used to the jabs on his back.
He supposed he should say something to Todd right now…
But when Todd looks too beautiful in the moonlight, can words even compete? When Todd’s hair was slicked back and dripping tiny droplets of water, can Neil say anything to best describe it? When Todd’s timid smile makes him smile back at that moment, should their be any words left to say?
Neil supposed he could kiss him right there, it’s the perfect time to. But Todd opted to hold his wrinkly hand under the water as they both stared at their friends make blanket forts indoors.
