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[dilflovingmisandrist]

noticing things

[anderperrylover]

KNARLIE TOOK OVER MY PINTEREST

KNARLIE OH THE SHIP YOU ARE

[appolled]

Steven Meeks as Your Boyfriend

Oh, how I love this boy!

Meeks is shy to ask you out due to Charlie's teasing.

You make the first move because Neil gave you a huge pep talk in the dining hall after dinner

He opens his door to find you standing there and smiles

You ask to kiss him, and he more than happily replies yes.

Carries your books for you.

Walks you to your classes.

He likes any excuse to get closer to you.

During tutoring he will place his arm on your shoulder as he teaches you Trig.

Charlie will make fun of you guys, but you just laugh it off.

Knox and Meeks have grown extremely close because you share a room with Knox.

Meeks is always over; especially when Knox is out for the night

He loves to cuddle and refuses to let you go once he is comfortable

You don't mind it.

Meeks has little freckles all over his hands and face and you kiss them when he gets upset or stressed out

Especially when he's stressed out over school or something Charlie has done.

He acts like he doesn't like it, but he smiles a little wider with every kiss you plant.

Sometimes when you can't find him in his room you find him in the library with Pitts and silently join them

His first date with you outside of school grounds was a museum he found of one of your interests.

He likes to read books about things he knows you enjoy.

Dancing to the radio in your room after dark.

All of his poems have become about you and it's extremely obvious.

In the cave he sets his coat down for you to sit on and the two of you share your coat on cold nights

The first time he saw you in his sweater he was speechless

All he could do was kiss you.

He still gets shy around you, even months into the relationship.

The first time he got drunk, he threw up and you were forced to take care of him and Knox.

You were sitting on the floor of your room with his head in your lap

He looked up at you and told you he loved you for the first time.

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[ilymilfz]

𝘈 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦

In the shadowed halls of Welton Academy, where tradition whispers like wind through ancient oaks and boys chase poetry under moonlit skies, one girl arrives like a verse slipped from a forbidden page. Rowena Blythe marked by sorrow from her London cradle, a soul who loves tragedies because she lives one steps into an all-boys world of rigid pillars and restless dreams.

Her parents' exile to Vermont is no salvation; it's a crucible. Gifted in shadows and sciences, she finds fragile bridges in Mr. Keating's rebellious lessons and the Dead Poets' midnight fire.

But it's Neil Perry quiet intensity veiled in stage-light grace who mirrors her fractured heart: both caged by fathers' iron wills, both performers hiding the ache beneath.

What if carpe diem blooms not just for boys, but for the girl who prays to Jesus and whispers to devils? What if her tragedies become their anthems?

This is threnody for two a slow-burn retelling where Rowena's guarded spark ignites the cave's flames.

Angst, poetry slams, forbidden auditions, and the ache of found family. Updates weekly. Dive in if you dare to seize the shadows.

To read more of "threnody for two" check it out on Wattpad! (https://www.wattpad.com/story/402758827?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=ilymilfz)

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[gustokolang]

Oh Captain! My Captain!

Oh Captain! My Captain!

[evangeline-perry]

Knox x reader x Neil part 1

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part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

But she wears short skirts

I wear T-shirts

She’s cheer captain

And ‘m on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up

And find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time

If you can see I’m the one that understands you

Been there all along so why can’t you see…

…that you belong with me

‘Honestly, I don’t why you are doing this to yourself’, Neil sighs aggravatedly as he paces through my room. The latter causing an annoyance as I was trying to do some homework.

‘Neil’, I say quietly, ‘please, just drop it.

‘I mean’, he continues as if he hadn’t heard me, ‘he’s with that other girl, what’s her name? Chris? He comes to you for relationship advise, for her! For Christ’s sake, Harley, I’m telling you this as your best friend, this is only gonna end up hurting you…’

Even though I’m looking at him I could hear the desperation and concern in his voice as he said that last part.

And I know that Neil is right, of course, he always is. But still, I can’t help but hold on to the hope that maybe one day Knox’ll see…

My thoughts are interrupted by Neil sitting down on my bed next to me, leaning his back against the headboard. He looks over at me with an expression I, honestly, can’t really place before he sighs and throws an arm around my shoulders.

‘Wanna help me practice my lines for the play?’ he asks finally in an almost defeated tone.

I lean my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes and letting out a content sigh before lifting my head again: ‘Sure.’

And that’s what we did. From time to time, Neil would let out a giggle when reciting a line. This would make me look at him with a stupid smile plastered on my face.

It’s moments like this that kinda make me realise how handsome my best friend actually is…

Some of these moments though, he’d catch me looking, and this was one such moment. He looks over at me, and upon seeing that I’m no longer focused on the script but on him, he looks down at me and smirks. Noticing that I’ve been caught staring, I turn my attention back to the script, all the while feeling my cheeks heat up. Neil’s arm that he’s lazily wrapped around my frame tightens momentarily before relaxing again.

Our peace and quiet is disturbed however, by my bedroom door suddenly swinging open. Neil and I jump at the sudden movement and sound of the door slamming against my closet door. Neil’s arm automatically unwraps itself from me as he boy hops onto the bed opposite mine as he always did to prevent getting in trouble with teachers.

‘Harley!’ Knox cries out happily, letting himself into my dormroom, ‘You’ll never guess what just happened! Oh, hey Neil.’

‘Hey’, Neil says, unusually shortly.

‘So!’ Knox continues, not seeming to notice his friend’s behaviour, ‘you know about that party at Casey’s place where we were going to go this weekend?’ I nod, ‘Well, I asked Chris to come along as my date. And guess what? She said yes!’

I struggle for a second to keep a fake smile present on my face as I try to look excited, ‘Oh, that’s great! I’m so happy for you.’

‘Thanks, I feel like I’m this close from finally getting the most beautiful girl in the world as my girlfriend!’ he grins, hugging me momentarily before pushing me away again, ‘anyways, I gotta go now, but thank you so much for all your advice about Chris.’ He pats me on the shoulder one more time before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

As I stare at my closed bedroom door for a couple more seconds, that stupid smile still on my face, I begin to notice the tears streaming down my cheeks.

Within seconds I can feel Neil pull me into his arms. My hands rest on his chest, crumpling his shirt as I cling to him, feeling as if my knees could give out any second now. I rest my face in the crook of his neck as his arms wrap around me comfortingly.

‘shh now’, he whispers, ‘I’m here. I’ll always be here.’