Neil Perry X Reader - Blog Posts
buying you time || part 1
past! neil perry x reader, present! charlie dalton x reader
1960 – A Kingdom Without a King
Welton Academy still stood, unchanged, but it no longer felt like home.
You had returned, though you weren’t sure why. Perhaps it was because some part of you still belonged to the past, trapped in the halls where laughter and poetry once reigned. The world had moved on, but your heart remained behind, tangled in memories that refused to fade.
Neil Perry had been gone for over a year now.
The weight of him pressed against your ribcage, an ache that never dulled. Time had passed, seasons had changed, but grief remained—woven into you like Penelope’s shroud, stitched together by day, unraveled by night.
And Charlie Dalton had been watching.
Waiting.
The boy who had never known patience now stood by your side, silent and steady, never pushing, never demanding. Just… there.
You weren’t sure how much longer he would wait.
And you weren’t sure if you wanted him to.
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1959 – The Game
“You don’t have to do this.”
Neil grinned at you, mischief flickering behind his eyes. “Where’s the fun in that?”
You rolled your eyes, watching as he lined up his shot. The Dead Poets had taken refuge at the Dalton estate for the weekend, and Neil had challenged Charlie to an archery contest. A terrible idea, really, given that neither of them had ever touched a bow before.
Charlie leaned against a tree, smirking. “Come on, Perry, show me what you got.”
Neil raised the bow, drew back the string, and let the arrow fly. It wobbled through the air before plummeting into the dirt several feet away from the target.
Charlie burst into laughter.
Neil turned to you, utterly unbothered. “That was just a warm-up.”
You shook your head, smiling. “I think you’re better at monologues than marksmanship.”
He leaned in, eyes twinkling. “Lucky for you, I’m very good at monologues.”
Charlie groaned. “Please, spare us.”
Neil ignored him, turning back to you, his voice dropping into something softer. “Do you think I could do it?”
You frowned. “Do what?”
“Win the throne.”
You studied him, the way his hands tightened around the bow, the way his shoulders tensed. This was a game, but for Neil, it was something more. A challenge. A test. Proof that he could defy the fate his father had set for him.
“Of course you could,” you said.
Neil smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Charlie noticed too.
Later that night, as you sat by the fire, Charlie nudged your shoulder. “You really think he could win?”
You looked across the room, where Neil sat reading, the flickering light casting shadows over his face.
“I think he already has.”
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1960 – The Unfinished Letter
You found it in Neil’s old copy of Hamlet, the pages worn from his touch.
The ink was smudged in places, as if he had hesitated while writing, but the words were clear.
“Father,” it began.
“I know you will never understand, but I cannot live the life you want for me. I tried. I swear I tried. But my heart does not belong to textbooks and law degrees. It belongs to the stage, to poetry, to the kind of love that makes life worth living. I cannot keep pretending to be someone I am not. I have been buying myself time, hoping I would find another way. But time is running out.”
“I am sorry.”
“I love you.”
It wasn’t finished.
It never would be.
Charlie found you later, sitting on the floor of your room, the letter crumpled in your hands. He didn’t say anything—just sat beside you, waiting.
After a long silence, you whispered, “I should give it to his father.”
Charlie exhaled sharply. “What do you think that’ll change?”
You swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”
“Then don’t do it.” His voice was gentle, but firm. “You think he deserves this? After everything?”
You closed your eyes. “No.”
Charlie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Then let it go.”
You shook your head. “I don’t know how.”
Charlie hesitated before reaching for your hand.
“Then let me help.”
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1959 – The Last Performance
The theater was alive.
The air thrummed with energy, with the weight of a thousand unseen eyes. The audience sat in hushed anticipation, waiting for the curtain to rise.
Neil stood at the center of it all, his presence electric, his voice steady.
“O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!” he declared, his words ringing through the space.
You watched from the wings, breath caught in your throat. He was radiant, every inch the king he had always longed to be.
When the play ended, when the applause roared like thunder, he found you backstage, his face alight with triumph.
“I did it,” he whispered.
“You did,” you breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips.
And for one perfect moment, the world was his.
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1960 – The Storm
It rained the night Neil died.
A storm, violent and unrelenting.
You had run through it, breathless, desperate, slipping on the wet ground as you stumbled toward his house. Charlie had been right behind you, cursing under his breath, but you had barely heard him.
By the time you arrived, the world had already gone silent.
Neil’s mother was standing in the doorway, her face pale, her hands shaking. She had not spoken a word as she stepped aside, letting you and Charlie inside.
The house smelled of gunpowder.
Of smoke and sin.
You hadn’t screamed. You hadn’t cried. You had simply stood there, staring at the body of the boy you loved, knowing in your soul that time had finally run out.
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1960 – The Final Choice
You stood at Neil’s grave, the cold biting at your skin.
“I never thought it would come to this,” you whispered.
The wind howled in response.
Charlie stood a few steps behind, waiting, always waiting.
You turned to him, your voice barely above a whisper. “How did you do it?”
Charlie exhaled slowly, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. “Do what?”
“Let him go.”
He was quiet for a long moment before he said, “I didn’t.”
You frowned, but he shook his head. “You don’t let go of someone like Neil. You just… learn to live with the hole they left behind.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Does it ever stop hurting?”
Charlie gave you a sad smile. “Not really.”
You looked back at the gravestone, the name carved into the marble like a wound that would never heal.
Neil Perry.
“I don’t know how to live without him,” you admitted.
Charlie took a step closer, his voice steady. “Then let me teach you.”
You turned to him, really looking at him for the first time in months. His eyes were different now, shadowed with grief, but there was something else there too.
Something like hope.
You hesitated, then reached for his hand. His fingers curled around yours, warm and steady.
Maybe, just maybe, it was time to let go of the past.
Maybe it was time to start again.
And as Charlie squeezed your hand, anchoring you to the present, you thought—perhaps Neil would have wanted that too.
I KNOW YOU
Neil Perry x gn! reader
Synopsis: In which you and Neil end up in a vintage photobooth.
An: Hello!! This is my first post on this account so I apologize if this sounds like shit😭 Also!! English is not my first language and I’ve never stepped foot into a Photo Booth so if I wrote something wrong then that’s on me🫡🫡
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When you two entered through the curtain and into the booth, You found it to be particularly small, barely big enough for the two of you to fit inside. It was kind of dark, the walls were maroon colored and the only thing there was in there was a built-in camera in the wall and a bench to sit down on so it was kind of empty (besides the scribbles and notes people had written down on the walls that the owners were too lazy to remove). You’ve both never seen or been in a Photo Booth before, not having a single clue on how it exactly worked, fearing that you’d accidentally break something.
“It’s quite cramped in here, isn’t it?” He teased softly, being fully aware of the amount of space you two had. You nodded, breathing out a faint ‘yeah’ under your breath. You tried to make yourself sit comfortably, but it was kind of hard when the side of your body was stuck glued beside his as your other half was against the wall.
Neil leaned down slightly.
“Are you comfortable?” He asked softly, his voice husky as he looked you up and down with a small smile. You once again nodded, not wanting to burden him. It was fine. Afterall, you couldn’t do anything about it. Neil turned his head back to the camera, looking clueless.
“Does it even work?” Neil asked as his brows furrowed.
“I hope so.” You responded, feeling hopeful. There was a button sticking out underneath the camera lens.
“I think this button starts the camera and countdown.” He said, unsure.
Neil reached slightly up to press it, unsure if it was the right thing to do. Thankfully, the lightbulb that hung above us, slowly lit up, triggering the timer countdown for the first picture. As the countdown went, You both realized that you had to act fast if you wanted the pictures to turn out good. You had no idea how many seconds you were given, could’ve been ten seconds or thirty if this machine was nice enough.
“What should we do?” You asked, a little panicky.
“Just smile!” He said quickly, leaning back a little against the wall. You took this opportunity to lean a little closer to the camera as you smiled nervously. You didn’t have that many high hopes for the first picture, just wanting the first picture to show you two smiling as a start. You posed awkwardly for a few seconds before the camera’s flash unexpectedly came on.
The bright flash blinded both of you, causing Neil and you to let out a small groan of discomfort as you both rubbed your eyes. Neil leaned back up beside you as he tried to blink away the spots in his vision, adjusting to the sudden change of light.
Now it was time to think of a new pose to do. Without thinking, you shifted yourself to lean your head towards him as you, again, smiled at the camera. You weren’t expecting for him to do the same though, but he did. Your heads linked together as you both smiled sweetly and the camera clicked once again.
You two pulled apart, feeling the warmthness of his cheek leave yours as you tried to figure out what pose you were going to do next. Neil seemed to have no problem with this whole thing, just freestyling everything. Maybe it was because you knew he would look good in any pose he chose to do.
You suggested to him that you two could make funny faces, just to humorize the photos. He didn’t say anything, let alone move as you got into your position, scrunching up your nose as you smiled mischievously. You awkwardly waited for the photo to be taken as you watched Neil from your peripheral vision. He turned his head towards you and just stayed there, watching you. His gaze seemed to burn a path through you.
You wanted to turn your head to face him but you’d have to wait until the picture would get taken.
When the flash finally covered the whole booth for just a split second before disappearing again, the light above you dimmed, signaling for you two to exit the booth, but you didn't, you stayed there as if you were expecting something more to happen. You turned your head immediately to see what was the problem. You were planning to ask him ‘why didn’t you pose?’ or ‘is there something on my face?’ but when you turned to him, you realized how close your faces were. And suddenly, your mind became blank. He stared down at you with a feeling of undeniable adoration in his brown eyes as he watched you almost hungrily. There was a tender, fond adoration flickering in his eyes, the way it often did in private moments like this. The warmth and affection in his expression made you feel vulnerable and cherized at the same time. His eyes seemed to take in every little detail, capturing it and piercing it into his mind, afraid to lose the memory of how you looked like, in case you two would in the future pull apart and never see each other again. His expression was soft and full of warmth, as if he found every little thing about you utterly mesmerizing.
“What?” You muttered quietly, already feeling yourself getting lost in his eyes. Oh how you could stare into them for hours on end.
“What?” Neil asked in return, his voice low and warm, tinged with a hint of amusement. In the midst of darkness, you could see a speck of light reflecting on his eyes from outside the curtain where the streetlight resided. You felt his breath from his open mouth hit your face as it made you realize how close your faces have gotten.
“May I kiss you?” He softly whispered against your lips, glancing down at them for a split second before returning his gaze up at you.
You opened your mouth, again and again to try and get something out but your voice had given up on you so you just nodded eagerly instead. He leaned down and closed his eyes, pressing his lips gently against yours. His hand travelled to your face, placing it on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You reciprocated and held his cheek, your thumb grazing his sharp cheekbone. The kiss was short but sweet, only lasting a couple of seconds before he pulled away, exhaling ever so slightly as he looked breathlessly at you. You couldn’t help but let out a cheeky grin that spread over your red face, which caused Neil to laugh at you.
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You walked out of the booth as you watched Neil pick up the pictures that were printed out and examined them. He had a cheeky smile on his face as he looked down on them, making you curious.
“Let me see.” You said and he handed you the strip. Without saying anything, you took it from him and looked at it closely. There were four black & white photos of you two stacked on top of each other, doing various poses for each one. The first photo though, caught your eye. It looked fine at first, you saw yourself smiling and narrowed your eyes to Neil.
His mouth was pulled into a wide smile which showed off his gleaming teeth and dimples. He looked adorable. Though unbeknownst to you, you saw his hand positioned behind your head, creating a bunny ears gesture, making you look like a fool.
When you realized this, you playfully hit his arm as a form of payback. He pulled up his hand to caress the spot where you hit him at, pretending to look hurt as he couldn’t help holding in his laugh.
“I just couldn’t help myself, I had to!” He said between laughs.
You didn’t want to give in but eventually did, giggling along with him.
Besides, you knew you were going to keep these photos in your dorm as a memory, even if they didn’t turn out perfect, they were special.
(After all, no one but you and Neil would fully know what happened after the fourth photo was taken.)
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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)