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Anderperry fic I've been working on!

I've been working on a fic for a while now and if you've been in the ao3 Anderperry tag in the past few months, you've probably come across it but I just wanna say I'm here on tumblr bc it seems like most dps fans are here!!!

It's one of those "what if Neil lived?" scenarios with college life in NYC in case you haven't seen it, and it's called "Off to New York City"

my English teacher from last year showed it to our class and I remember thinking that gorgeous cheekbones boy and shy blue eyed guy were kinda into each other and now I've been stuck in this pipeline for months😭

anyways, I'm grateful for all the love my first multi chapter and first published fic has received so far since it started off as a 1k word Drabble :)

I'd say im around halfway through publishing and writing it, so stick around for updates <333

my toxic trait is thinking i could play any shakespeare role and kill it

TODD hated NEIL

He hated his smile. His hair. His never-ending supply of friendship. The way his name sounded on his tongue.

So much so that he'd scream it until he lost his voice, till it was the last thing he ever said. He'd do anything for NEIL PERRY. Anything if it meant he could bring him back

When I'm trying to enjoy the dead poets society book,but then knox comes out with:

"God...I want to suck all the marrow out of Chris!"

WHAAAAATT

Suddenly, you're in a new school.

Suddenly, you've got even more to live up to.

Suddenly, you feel even more crushed by society.

and still we sleep

But suddenly you have friends.

Suddenly, you've got a group to hang out with.

Suddenly, you've got a true friend. Someone who's never going to let you down.

and still we sleep

But suddenly he's gone.

And suddenly, it's December.

And you're not seventeen anymore.

And you haven't been seventeen for a very long time.

But you have to remind yourself every now and again.

and still we sleep.

Suddenly, he's leaving.

And nothing feels right.

Because your best friend is dead.

And your inspiration is gone.

and still we sleep.