Anderperry Stories

Have you ever been sad? Good news, this exists. Just an ungodly amount of little gay boys living their best lives. Updates come often. Any requests or ideas from Tiktok will be added to this collection.

Bowie, baggy pants, and boy problems. Welcome to Welton Academy, 1988. Todd Anderson is a hopeless romantic, closeted and tragically in love with his roommate. Neil Perry is an outgoing stud who is equally as obsessed. Charlie Dalton is rooting from afar. Being queer in the eighties, especially in a catholic boys boarding school, might not be the most pleasant experience. The "gay plague" is making a sweep and riots are happening blocks away. While the fight for freedom continues, Todd struggles with his own boy battles.

i whisper with my lips close to your ear, i have loved many women and men, but i love none better than you. o i have been dilatory and dumb, i should have made my way straight to you long ago, i should have blabb'd nothing but you, i should have chanted nothing but you. -walt whitman, to you ~~~~~~~~ basically just the plot of dead poets society but if neil and todd were a thing

Neil closed his eyes, heard the beating of his heart and the coldness of the snow until it was all that he could feel, all that he ever wanted to feel, and all that he ever was. A silhouette painted on a naked, icy sky. ---- this is an anderperry fan-fiction set briefly after Neil's 'death.' What if he had not died and instead been saved from the bullet that pierced his chest? what would happen if his parents, friends and teachers were wrong about his death and he returned to them after his funeral, after the grief. art cred@ PasDeChat16 Facebook

Neil was caught between a hard place and a rock. His lungs heaved as he desperately tried to suck in air, but to no avail. He couldn't breath. Tears ran down his face as he smothered his strangled sobs against his pillow. He didn't know how long he could keep up this act. All he wanted was Todd. Todd couldn't sleep. He hadn't been able to for the past few nights. All he could think about was Neil. His lips as they closed over a cigarette. His brown eyes sparkling as he practiced his lines as Puck. His wet hair and how it clung to his neck after a shower. Todd squeezed his eyes tight as he tried to will away the wicked images. He shouldn't be staring at his best friend like that. It was unnatural. It meant he was a fairy. Yet Todd couldn't help but stare. A story of two boys coming together, overcoming some of life's obstacles, and falling in love with each other; until one is tragically taken away.

Todd and Neil story I'm dyslexic so this might be really badly written, so sorry 🥲🤧

A close friend of mine on Tumblr gave me the idea for this story. A twist on the usual grieving plots you see in Dead Poets canon.

New York in nowadays time. Neil and Todd meet two times without knowing each other and take that as a sign to get to know each other.

Instead of ending his life Neil decides to ask Todd to run away to New York with him. This is the first fan fiction I've posted since year 5 so I'm hoping this one's a lot better then those ones.

Exactly as the title says! It will mostly be fluff type of imagines. I will always give warnings at the start if they are not 🫶🏻 enjoy!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ༉‧₊˚. Todd Anderson was always a shadow to everyone and everything. He felt as though he belonged there, until he arrived at Welton Academy and met Neil Perry. ❛ 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭...𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 ❜

"when everything feels just like the movies, i just want you to know who i am." -iris, the goo goo dolls. --- "why are you doing this? why are you being so nice to me?" "well, cas, someone has to. might as well be me." --- castiel, nicknamed 'jimmy', james novak-shurley could officially say he had faced just the right amount of poetic tragedy to be considered one of the greatest minds of literature. but that wasn't always the case for. he never used to like poetry, at least not reading it out loud in front of an audience. --- this is a dead poets society AU. however, there will be a LOT of changes. plus, i can't guarantee the characters will be 100% accurate. sorry. T.W. --- mentions of mental illnesses: such as depression, eating disorders, suicidal tendencies, borderline personality disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder, bipolar disorder, anxiety, manic, obsessive compulsive disorder, paranoia, schizophrenia. other things such as: body image issues, self-harm, SA, child abuse, abuse in general, substance use, alcoholism, self-hatred. (i dont know, man. dont judge. i dont know words for things.) (there might be more. but i'll put a trigger warming on each chapter + try to explain the chapter completely without mentioning the triggering parts.)

they're called one-shits cause i can't write well. ya'll alr know the drill lets go.

Memories don't leave because he is reminded of them, even though relief is what he's looking for. It was dull. And he was sick of it. Sick of his own reality.

A modern recast of the 1959 tragedy that unraveled at Welton Academy. For Todd Anderson, the tail end of junior year at Welton Academy is trudging by like weary wheels. Since the departure of his beloved teacher, the expulsion of his friend, the disbandment of the Dead Poets Society--the catalyst of his joy--and...the death of a significant boy, a marrow of life seemed to be sucked out of Todd. As summer approaches, Todd, like the other Welton boys, are gearing up for two months of enrichment activities which includes summer classes, rowing, community service, and God knows what else that will hopefully get him a leg up when he applies to the Ivy League. When he finds a book on Neil's bed, a note slips out of the book, inviting him to journey--and alter-- the past.

Neil and Todd sneak off to the cave at night to read poetry (This is just a short story/one shot) Also headcanons! 💗 Disclaimer: I do not own dead poets society or the characters

The Dead Poets celebrate New Years at Charlie's house!

Todd offered Neil a smile, and the boy swore that his heart didn't nearly leap out of his chest. It was like the attraction he had felt upon their first meeting but intensified by ten, as if all the pinning he had done over the past few weeks had built this unassuming boy into an Adonis in his mind. This was ridiculous, Neil Perry was calm, cool, and collected at all times. He was charming, and level headed, and definitely did not swoon over pretty boys that were shy to a point of near physical pain for them and everyone around them.

Desmond 'Demy' Skies is a school alumni, and legend, but the kicker is... she hasn't even began school yet. Everyone knows her name, where she's from, and what she's done, but she seem to know absolutely nothing about them. She is such a legend because, she is a part of the first group of girls to be attending Welton School Academy. Although she was attending school with twelve other girls, none of them liked her, and she was more alone than ever. Maybe it was because of her wealth, her beauty, her popularity... either way, the girls want nothing to do with her. But the boys do. Especially the Dead Poet boys. Will she want to know them though? Time will only tell