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lovings4turn · 9 months

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Maybe my baby boy Gerard Pitts his S/O asking if they can paint his nails? I just think it’s be so cute. 🥹

ohohoh how i love this and him :( will always have a soft spot for pittsie

i imagine he'd be in your room, watching you as you painted your nails n he's just so impressed by it ? you don't even have to be the neatest at doing it (and god knows that i'm not) - like they could be so messy and he'd still be in awe. when you look up and catch him staring at you like :o you tease him a little about how hypnotised he seems by the whole thing then ask if he wants his nails painted too - only half joking. but when he says yes, oh boy are you excited. you have to flap your own hands around for a few minutes until your own polish has dried enough, not wanting to smudge it or get any onto his skin while your holding his hand, and he just laughs at the motion n copies it claiming he's practicing :( he loves it so much, too (especially cause it gives him ample opportunity to stare at your focused face even more)

#.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles #gerard pitts blurb #gerard pitts drabble #gerard pitts x reader #☾⋆｡𖦹 🐈‍⬛ just wanna hear queue scream

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moonlitmeeks · 2 years

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Okay, so for the Sweet 'n Spicy Saturday... I am the type of person who makes noises to convey emotions. Like, instead of words sometimes (not all the time). I squeak when I'm startled or flustered, and I have different little "mmmm" sounds depending on the emotion. (My annoyed one sounds a lot different from my excited one, I promise you.) It might have something to do with my autism, it might not, I don't really know. But I feel like if I was dating Gerard Pitts, he would just... get it? If that makes sense?

I'm sorry, this is weird, you don't have to answer this (😅😅). Either way, I hope you're doing well, my Bumblebee!! 🖤🖤🖤

no he would SO get it!! after a couple of months of dating he becomes so accustomed to it, and he's able to understand you perfectly, not even thinking anything of it. getting to hear your excited 'mmm's, especially as a consequence of something he's done, makes him ecstatic, and he'll do anything to hear it again!

he always quickly tunes on to your annoyed mmm's, quickly shutting down whoever has done something to annoy you. the others are actually pretty impressed by how well pitts knows you at this point?

i think he'd also be pretty similar in some ways, having hums of various tones when he can't be too bothered to voice his emotions, so he likes to know that someone else understands, and that you guys can communicate well without even having to properly speak to one another!!!

it's also not at all weird raven darling,, don't feel the need to apologise!!! i love hearing abt everything and anything i promise you,, and i loved writing this just so much. take care of yourself raven love,, and thanks for sending this in!!!

#sugar n spice saturdays #raven<3 #gerard pitts #gerard pitts blurb #gerard pitts drabble #dead poets society

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meiparkers · 2 years

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RULES !

in which mei relays her blog guidelines + request info.

if you are under 18, please do not request or read any of my 18+ content. it’s 18+ for a reason lmao. you will be blocked!

most of my work is generally labelled as gn!reader, however i WILL specify if it’s gendered!

i write headcanons, drabbles, one-shots, and potentially multi-chaptered fics!

please don’t hesitate to send me an ask!

will write : fluff, angst, nsfw/smut/suggestive (this one is a little tentative, just considering i’ve never actually written smut before so my confidence in writing it is wavering HAHA), platonic!reader, familial!reader

won’t write : extreme/heavy/dark content — including cnc/dubcon, incest, assault, etc.

who i write for !

TO CLARIFY — just because their name isn’t on the list doesn’t mean i won’t write for them! the ones i have listed are just characters i’m confident in writing for, but please feel free to request others!

dead poets society ; neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, knox overstreet, steven meeks, gerard pitts, richard cameron, chris noel

marauders ; remus lupin, james potter, sirius black, lily evans [ more tba ]

stranger things ; steve harrington, eddie munson, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler, robin buckley [ more tba maybe ]

spider-man ; i mostly write for tasm!peter only, but i’ll write for the others if it’s requested :)

#m.rules #m.navi

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meekish-behavior · 2 years

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Whatever you do, don’t imagine Yale boyfriends Meeks and Pitts.

Whatever you do, don’t imagine Meeks’ ears getting pink when Pitts compliments his new glasses.

Whatever you do, don’t imagine Pitts finally in charge of his own haircuts, and extremely excited to finally let it grow enough to give him shaggy bangs.

Whatever you do, don’t imagine Meeks in love with Pitts’ longer hair. Don’t imagine Meeks combing his fingers through it, don’t imagine Pitts falling asleep as he adjusts to such gentle touches.

Whatever you do, don’t imagine Meeks asleep in Pitts’ Yale sweaters with a textbook in his arms. Don’t imagine Pitts coming back to their dorm and grinning, with adoration in his eyes, and slowly tugging the textbook from the dozing Meeks’ arms and crawling into bed beside him.

Whatever you do, don’t imagine Meeks and Pitts still writing poetry about each other. Don’t imagine Meeks writing about Pitts “growing into his ears”, or Pitts writing about Meeks’ bright pink ears during the throes of passion.

Whatever you do, don’t imagine sleek gold bands around their left ring fingers as they meet up with the rest of the poets- with Neil and Todd, respectively famed oncologist and author-orator; with Charlie and Cameron and Knox, meeting with Keating and his wife and daughter.

Whatever you do, imagine a happy ending for them all.

#dead poets society #dps #stephen meeks #steven meeks #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #nuwanda #richard cameron #knox overstreet #todd anderson #neil perry #anderperry #mitts #meekish drabbles

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octaviasdread · 2 years

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DPS Pairings as Taylor Swift Drabbles

Um, so this started with hc bullet points but (as usual) I got carried away. It's been a hard week and I deal with stress by listening to Taylor so here we go again, this time with some Mitts, Chameron, Chadd, Noelbury, and a group one : Anderperry as Gold Rush and Knarlie as Betty and Story of Us as Dark Academia.

Anderperry ANGST EDITION ~ Haunted

Neil stands tall, silhouetted in the window with his crown of berries and bracken, his eyes go cold too far gone from the recollection of Todd on those theatre steps as he stood there and watched you walk away, from everything we had, but I still mean every word I said to you. He thinks of those desperate whispers as his father hauled him away, and months of sacred quotations from Whitman or Wilfred Owen in the private paradise of their dorm.

Alone in the vast and empty snow, Todd can't breathe whenever you're gone, the pressure in his chest, and his eyes, and in the cracks of his heart are unbearable. He kneels there, in the frozen hell of their old lakeside spot, a bargain with God on his lips: come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out, something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted.

The days pass, each calendar page falling like leaves and he won't see you again but something keeps him holding on to nothing...you're not gone, you can't be gone. Neil's everywhere, pressed between playbooks, sewn into green jumpers, and echoes of laughter on the roof. I'm haunted.

Anderperry FLUFFIER EDITION ~ Ivy

Spots of light waltz from Todd's blade as it carsses rough bark, glimmering like wings or cobwebs threading through his verse. Pure Shakespearean energy distills into his moonlit carvings: I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones, In a faith forgotten land. This woodland hideaway where dead poets convene to thrive, and their chairman, Puck, a sprite from a literary fairyland of his own. Not a boy, but symbol of how to dare and dream. An incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand. His flame is catching, igniting on his roommate, a solitary soul stuck grieving for the living. "I can take care of myself," Todd insists. "No," Puck commands, brown eyes holding the promise which Todd immortalises in bark, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.

It wasn't always easy to make space for the words inside of him, all the love inside of him. I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland. I’m covered in you, the poison ivy itch of belligerently falling for his first best friend under clichéd crescent moon nights. At least his anger is eloquent, loving in its accusatory acceptance. It’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it/ it's a war, it's the Goddamn fight of my life and you started it.

So Todd gathers his wits and issues a challenge with the shape of lips. A reciprocated gift to live and die for in moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time. Todd's opal eyes see the prophecy, the price of Kronos' kindness in his lover's passion, the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed.

So dare me to run, he chants between lines of poetry, wielding his pen as a mighty blade of Carpe Diem. Seize the day, Neil. Let's make our lives extraordinary.

Mitts ~ Lover

Contentment. The word stands at eleven letters long, worth only fifteen scrabble points; yet it remains close to Meeksie's heart. This is our place, he reminds himself, casting a fond gaze across the cluttered apartment. It lingers, soft on the long-limbed man curled up on a pillow of blueprints and springs. Dark hair shines beneath the dulled glow of ruby Christmas lights up in January, a remanent of last month's midnight festivities and friends crashing on the living room couch.

Coffee appears by the sleeping lump, steam curling in a dazzling haze around his smiling lips, a veil between Meeks and the mysterious way of Pitts' dreams. It's a rare state, this stillness in a magnetic force of a man like Gerard Pitts. The kiss pressed to his forehead is barely a brush of lips, a mere tickle to broaden his slumbering smile, and evoke one of Meeks' own.

The quiet seclusion almost feels like their Welton days. An echo of eleven year-old Pittsie - or Gerry, as he was known then - emerges like a welcome phantom. Can I go where you go? He'd asked, eyes wide with fragile hope. Meeks had nodded solemnly, red hair flopping in its youthful, gel-less state. "Forever and ever," he'd sworn with the contract of an extended pinkie finger.

Time passes in a blink. Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years? Meeks sits, instinctively shifting his body closer to his husband. A finger curls into the folds of his jumper. He leans into it. Twin flames, Ginny had called them. Twin Nerds, Charlie had corrected. Meeks had always known their closeness was unusual. Living in one another's pockets is, statistically, supposed to inspire hate. Instead, it brokered silent promises. You'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, and at every table, I'll save you a seat. These portions of themselves reserved for the sanctity of their space. Calm. Contented. Everlasting. Meeks exhales.

This isn't Welton, we make the rules.

Chameron ~ Delicate

"This ain't for the best," Charlie mutters. But the bruised rose of his lips press back to Cam's own. There's an equal softness and fervency to the motion which makes him shudder as tears threaten to follow the path Charlie trails down the sharp, untouched territory of his jaw.

"I like you." The confession slips with the last of his composure. Charlie's eyes widen. In their hazel tones Cam sees the string of fate which led them here, through dense foliage and dirt to their own midnight mass in the ancient cave. It's hollow cove had been a chapel built on the labour of teenage hopes. He'd torn down those hopes, denying that they were his own. My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me.

The spectre of his brilliant, red lipstick boy flickers. He swallows, voice thick with something wrecked yet healing. We can't make any promises now can we, babe? But you can make me a drink. And Richard Cameron does. He learns to pour coffee like a love language amidst endless, palm to palm kisses. Long night with your hands up in my hair. Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs. Stay here, honey, I don't want to share.

Deliberation becomes the third in their relationship. Sometimes I wonder; when you sleep. Are you ever dreaming of me? Cameron rumiantes, teetering on the knife edge of recklessness or fink. On those torturous nights of the latter, his not-quite lover is quick to pull him close. Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? Hands grasp, curl, and pause as they reach towards this culmination of old and new. Is it too soon to do this yet? Cause I know that it's delicate.

Chadd ~ State of Grace

Green was the colour of Todd's first love. Young and fresh, it had emerged gradually, breaking through ground like the first shoots in spring.

His second love felt different. Charlie was different. Blood red in his recklessness, pushing against Todd like the burst veins beneath a healing bruise.

It had snuck up on him, the long lost warmth. The skipped heartbeats and the drawn-out looks. I never saw you coming.

He should've seen it. Falling in love 'til it hurts or bleeds. Cupid's games had always been cruel, firing arrows to kill. And Charlie had been there, a walking, smirking target filling the spaces Neil had left behind.

Yet the look in his eyes was indomitable, a dare to the hands of fate. And he lends his voice when Todd cannot speak, and the crook of his neck to hide the desperate tears. Now all we know is don't let go.

So Todd stitches his heart, and opens his arms to the thrum of a body alive. You come around and the armor falls, pierce the room like a cannonball. There are no expectations, only a hand, or an ear, or soul feeding quest.

Up in your room and our slates are clean on long afternoons in tangle of laughing limbs. We are alone, just you and me, all wounded memory contained in lyrical ballads and blues.

Their verse is a collision course - the 'nobody' boy and 'the rebel without a cause.' You were never a saint and I loved in shades of wrong. They're a patchwork pair, mosaic broken hearts, held together by the barest golden threads of something good and right and real.

Noelbury ~ Fearless

Christine Noel had a complicated relationship with her tiny, one horse town. Cheerleading had always been her ticket out, just one more year of tumbling until she could twirl right out of town. But sometimes, she didn't mind it here. In these moments where the rain shimmered, casting a rainbow glow off the pavement.

The engine purred as Ginny turned by Everett Theatre, a secret smile blooming in the upturned corners of her lips. Or people, Chris amended, some people are worth staying for. We're drivin' down the road I wonder if you know, I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now.

"Can you grab my keys?" Gin broke the silence, taking a second to glance at the girl beside her as she changes gears.

Chris startled.

"What? Did you think we'd just drive in circles all day?"

"Um." Warmth flooded her cheeks. "Kinda?"

Ginny laughed, her head thrown back as they passed beneath the theatre lightbox. It's soft, golden tones highlighting the column of her neck. Chris struggled to catch her breath. But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair, absent mindedly makin' me want you.

"Shit," Ginny huffed, blinded by windswept hair. But before she could drop the steering wheel, Chris lay half-way across the drivers seat.

"Here." She balanced above the console. Soft fingertips brushing back the brown tendrils, tracing down to part the strands stuck to red glossed lips.

Ginny looked up from beneath her lashes. "Thanks."

Rain thundered down, but Chris barely noticed. She nodded stiffly, almost leaping from the car as they swung into an empty parking lot.

"Come on, Head Cheerleader." Ginny beckoned her closer, rain drops glistening like stars in her dark hair. I wanna ask you to dance right there, in the middle of the parking lot. "You said storms are your favourite."

"Gin." She stumbled back, Mary Janes sliding on the slick pavement. "This is my favourite dress."

You take my hand and drag me head first, Fearless. "And?" Ginny pulled her closer, pink skirts melding into blue. "It's better this way." With you I'd dance in a storm, in my best dress, Fearless.

And it is. Chris wants to bottle this moment as a perfume scent, to capture it, remember it, and wear the feeling of this sunset waltz forever. My hands shake, I'm not usually this way. You pull me in and I'm a little more brave. It's the first kiss, it's flawless.

I don't know how it gets better than this.

The Dead Poets Society ~ New Romantics

Shadows of 'Mr. future lawyer, doctor, and banker' haunt the hallowed halls of Welton and its stringent expectations. We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin. They're a car crash waiting at the monochrome stop light of Whitman.

Keating's class, where 'poetry dripped from their tongues like honey is an ambrosia, an antidote for their scarlet letters. The Promethean 'light of knowledge' stolen from Nolan and passed down, generation to generation, where wisdom reigns over curriculum. Carpe Diem, boys, life is just a classroom.

Moonlit woodland and magical caves of verse scream intellectual rebellion. A castle built out of all the bricks thrown at seventeen year-olds with dreams. Every day is like 'a battle, a war with the casualties' their 'hearts and souls' torn by the shrapnel of Welton's values, by its neglect.

We need love but all we want is danger, we team up...we’re the New Romantics. A ramshackle bunch of pledges who 'wail and and cry and scream’ the best people in life are free. New lyrics fill their souls as they radio free America, too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet, and fill their lungs with forbidden air, deep in the woods where every night with us is a (midsummer) dream.

And to finish, one of the original head canons:

Meeks ~ Hey Stephen

I didn’t make the rules. Taylor watched dps in 2008 and wrote the entire song for him. Seriously: 'I saw a light in you…I never seen nobody shine the way you do…feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you...Hey Stephen, I could give you 50 reasons why I should be the one you choose' <3

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moonlitmeeks · 2 years

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who i write for! (italics = favs atm)

marauders ; james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, peter pettigrew, regulus black, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes, mary macdonald

stranger things ; steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, robin buckley, jonathan byers, mike wheeler, lucas sinclair, max mayfield

gilmore girls ; jess mariano, rory gilmore, dave rygalski, tristan dugray, paris geller, lane kim

grishaverse ; kaz brekker, jesper fahey, inej ghafa, nina zenik, matthias helvar, wylan van eck

dead poets society ; neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, knox overstreet, steven meeks, gerard pitts, richard cameron, chris noel

misc ; lord tewkesbury

if a character isnt on my list, don’t fret! request anyways, and if i fancy it, i’ll write for them!!

what i will / won’t write!

will ; fluff, angst, smut/suggestive content, platonic!reader, poly!relationships

won’t ; toxic/abusive relationships, extreme violence/gore, sexual assault or cnc/dub-con, incest, any topics surrounding eating disorders, a gendered reader that goes against canon sexualities (e.g robin buckley + male reader)

other ;

i write fics, headcanons, blurbs, drabbles, dialogues anything!

can ask for a headcanon set for a group of characters (e.g, marauders first kiss headcanons)

please don’t request any nsfw content if you’re under 18!

please specify if you’d like a certain gendered reader! i’ll likely write gn!reader otherwise

#🕯; bee speaks!

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moonlitmeeks · 2 years

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happy fluffy friday!!!<33

so— i just got this thought, but um, i am pretty sure that meeks LOVE sci-fi tv shows, with space, aliens and other stuff (like “doctor who”:D), and sometimes he makes huge marathons of those w pitts!!:D

happy fluffy friday love!!! okay okay okay you are so right anon,,, meeks is a sci fi ENTHUSIAST, he told me himself, and he gets pitts HOOKED

this boy will binge watch doctor who like it’s his job. he can get through a few seasons in a week, don’t test him. and pitts is always asking what he’s watching, so of course he gets roped into it. they both quickly become obsessed; look,,, they’re both kinda nerdy (in a cute way <3) so sci-fi is their shit.

obviously they’re both huge star wars fans,, i feel that goes without saying. huge debates over whether star wars or star trek is better (something i cannot weigh in on, as ive never seen either)

they just luv geeking out over this stuff,, but also the science part of it really interests them- they can and will have intense discussions about the logistics of certain plot points. it’s happened before and has gotten heated. dont question it.

#becca’s fluffy fridays #becca’s drabbles #dead poets society #dps #gerard pitts drabble #steven meeks drabble #gerard pitts #steven meeks

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meekish-behavior · 2 years

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The Dead Poets: Band Edition

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(Details under the cut <3)

Neil Perry: Main Vocalist, Frontman

Neil is the dictionary definition of a leader. Neil can play guitar, prefers rhythm with acoustic, and spends most of his time writing lyrics. He enjoys the bus rides when on tour, and when he doesn’t have his nose in his lyric book, he is most often found playing cards with Charlie, Cameron, and Meeks or asleep with Todd in his lap. His fingertips are calloused from diligent practice, but his palms are quite soft.

In terms of his public reputation, Neil is renowned for his outgoing nature and sincerity. He is well known for is dedication to his supporters and bandmates, and his attentiveness during shows. There have been several instances of Neil personally escorting unwell fans out of venues to ensure their wellbeing and safety. He takes water and food provision at venues out of his own salary.

Todd Anderson: Lead Producer

Todd declined the offer to join the band as a keyboardist, along with the offer of the position as manager. Neil, who extended said offers, understood and respected his wishes. However, one opportunity led to another, and Todd took the position of producer. Neil and the rest of the Poets all were enthralled and impressed by Todd’s writing style, and wanted his mark to be left in their music as well.

On tour, Todd is often captured by paparazzi and tour photographers on stage left, beaming as he watches his boyfriend the band perform music he’s worked tirelessly to help create. The fanbase recognizes him by his producer tag and has affectionately deemed him “waterboy” for his quick appearances onstage to deliver more water. Fans who have met Todd praise his creativity and soft-spoken spirit.

Charlie Dalton: Lead Guitarist, Vocals

It went unspoken that Charlie would take the position as lead guitarist. His stage presence is unrivaled, as is his finger skills. He likes to claim he “works magic” onstage, and it’s actually quiet believable by the way he almost puts his audience in a trance he controls with every chord. He named his guitar Nuwanda, and the shoulder strap is fashioned with a crimson bolt of lighting, a suggestion of subtlety from Cameron.

Charlie is definitely the most promiscuous during interviews. There always seems to be a designated question for him, and he always replies quick as a whip with a wink and a wry grin. It causes grimaces, snickers, and the pinch of a nose bridge for the other members. While his recalcitrant reputation remains prominent, Charlie is also well known for his advocacy for countless campaigns for human rights, and donates generously and consistently under a not-so-subtle pseudonym (spoiler: its Nuwanda).

Stephen Meeks: Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals

Meeks’ precision and effortless skill on bass provide a sturdy foundation for nearly every concert. He flits about the stage, bouncing around and eagerly working a dynamic with whoever he plays with in that moment. He’s a wildcard onstage, predictable in the most unpredictable way. More often than not, he’s back-to-back with boyfriend rhythm guitarist Pitts as they lay out the foundations for every song.

Outside of the spotlight, Meeks surrounds himself in studies of whatever piques his interest. He’s the self-labeled bookworm, and most paparazzi pictures taken of the hotel pool are of him with some sort of book or gadget that’s caught his eye. In one interview, he states his fondness for cooking, tabletop roleplaying games, and complex Lego sets.

Gerard Pitts: Rhythm Guitar

Pitts has a quiet presence but not a quiet appearance. He tends to linger towards the rear of the stage, but he still sits under the spotlight and basks in it, sending lopsided smiles to his audience as his fingers pluck complex chords as Neil and Charlie croon. He, hands down, throws out the most guitar picks after concerts. He also has the most legible autograph.

Fans often speak fondly of interactions they’ve had with Pitts. He’s always friendly, rather goofy, and wears a genuine smile in candids that fans catch him in. He helps Neil with lyrics often, and wears simple jewelry. He’s never bought said jewelry for himself; it’s all been gifted to him.

Knox Overstreet: Drums, Backing Vocals

The self-proclaimed “Cupid” has drawn (read: traced) a classical-style cherub onto the front of his bass drum. He redoes it every time he breaks one, which is actually rather often considering the clumsiness of himself and his bandmates. He loves helping Neil and Todd brainstorm lyrics and drum lines to go with them. He also contributes to a lot of engagement in the crowd.

Knox reads the most fan mail. He often makes a point to thank people for writing to him every performance, and dedicates at least one song per performance to his “beloveds.” He takes up the most advertisement offers, and puts any pay he gets right back into the band and its management. (Okay….maybe some of it is spent on nights out on the town.)

Richard Cameron: Keyboard, Management

After a bit of “apprenticeship” from former manager John Keating, Cameron diligently takes the position of manager after Keating announces his retirement. While already in the band as keyboardist, he takes on the additional duties of management as a firsthand defense for the well-being of the band. Cameron reviews partnership offers, brand deals, venue bookings, and tour itineraries with efficacy and gratuitous forethought.

Paparazzi have speculated and stirred a pot of rumors around the relationship between bandmates Cameron and Charlie. To the outside, their Tom-and-Jerry relationship may appear belligerent, but band members and anonymous staff members have confirmed that yes, Charlie indeed falls asleep on Cameron’s lap and yes, Cameron hand paints every red lighting bolt on Nuwanda’s shoulder strap.

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“Dead Poets Society first gained their bit of popularity for a cover of Blue Oyster Cults’ (Don’t Fear) The Reaper. Audiences were drawn in by the croon of Perry’s voice and the perfectly tuned chords of Dalton, Pitts, and Perry. Afterwards, when the band’s original songs gained traction on the radio, their popularity skyrocketed. Their first tour was a brilliant success, and their public images astonishing. Manager-slash-keyboardist Richard Cameron details the band’s passionate desire to make music, perform it, and give it to the world for them to enjoy, and producer Todd Anderson adds that ‘. . .[they’re] headed for the top. . . [You’ve] got them started, and now we’re going to keep going.’” --Rolling Stones Magazine, 19XX

#you can’t tell me ‘dead poets society’ doesn’t also double as a sick band name #fuck you mr. perry neil is gonna go sing and prove you and your bullshit reasoning wrong #dead poets society #dps #neil perry #todd anderson #stephen meeks #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #richard cameron #knox overstreet #steven meeks #meekish drabbles #dps band au #<- yeah. i’m making a tag for it.#just in case I need to clarify #The Rolling Stones article is fake

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moonlitmeeks · 2 years

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love on ice - gerard pitts

summary; ice skating with pitts proves to be a lot harder than you first anticipated

warnings; none

words; 485

a/n; welcome to the first day of the 25 december drabbles!! ive queued this to post at midnight my time, making it exactly the first day of december!!! sorry about how short these are, but i promise there are some longer ones on the way!!

gentle flakes of snow found a home atop your head as they floated down from the sky, nestling themselves deep into the fabric of your beige hat. winter had visited vermont once more; the season placed a thick blanket of white over your small town, transforming it into christmas wonderland.

to get into the festive spirit, you and pitts had bundled yourself up in thick coats and wooly hats and gloves and made your way into town. the annual ice rink had returned, populated by families, couples, and groups of giggling teenagers grasping each other’s hands tightly.

ice skating seemed like a typical couple-y activity to do around this time of year, so you thought you would give it a go. it would certainly make for a lovely memory to look back on in the coming christmases, and a day out with pitts never failed to make you happy.

pitts’s hand was intertwined with your own, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand absentmindedly. your teeth chattered slightly in response to the cold, but your heart was light with excitement.

you approached the front desk, exchanging your snow clad boots for two pairs of ice skates which you gracelessly laced up. hand in hand, you and pitts made your way to the rink's entrance, bracing yourself for the next hour of fun.

from the moment his foot landed on the rink, pitts had slipped and slid with every attempted step. maybe it was due to his long limbs, or maybe he was just plain clumsy, but one thing was certain; this boy was not going to stay on his feet for longer than two minutes at a time.

knuckles turning white, his tight grip on the wall wasn’t even enough to save him.

due to his insane levels of clumsiness, his legs constantly betrayed him by shooting out from underneath his body and sending him to the floor time and time again. if you weren’t careful, you would soon meet the same fate; your bouts of laughter were making it harder for you to remain standing and steady as you lost your focus.

karma worked in wonderful ways, it seemed.

lost in your laughter as pitts fell once more, a squeal escaped your lips as you lost your balance. eyes closed tightly, you braced yourself for a landing that never came.

instead of meeting the cold, hard ice, you landed on something softer. a soft groan notified you that you had, in fact, landed right on top of pitts, your limbs sprawled across his significantly longer ones.

the moment that your eyes locked, you both dissolved into giggles, struggling to clamber back onto your feet as you clasped each other in a vice-like grip for stability.

“i told you this would make a funny story.” pitts mumbled through laughter, catching your hand in his to prevent you from falling once more.

hope you liked it lovelies,, it was super cute to write <33

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december drabbles taglist; @just-cass

dead poets society masterlist !

december drabbles masterlist !

#becca's december drabbles!#becca's writing <3 #dead poets society #dps #dead poets society x reader #dps x reader #dead poets society imagine #dead poets society x you #dps imagine #gerard pitts #gerard pitts x reader #gerard pitts imagine #gerard pitts fluff

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moonlitmeeks · 2 years

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it’s the most wonderful time of the year once again! and to celebrate, i present 25 festive winter/christmas themed drabbles! they’re a lot shorter than usual, since i have one a day, but shh <3

you don't know how hard my little brain worked to think of twenty-five prompts, i swear. i've been working hard on them the past month, so im so excited to finally share them!