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sagiewagiefics · 8 months

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Hey, could you do a fluffy Charlie Dalton x fem!Reader where she's having a really really stressed day and Charlie relaxes her with a walk in the snow?

Absolutely!! First Request, kinda nervous 🤭!!

Snow Days!

Warnings: Absolute pure fluff, one kiss, stressful day, crying, comfort.

Pairings: Charlie Dalton/Fem!Reader

A/N: First Ask!! so nervous, hope i did your request justice!!

“God Damnit! Why won’t this work!” you say, scribbling with a dried out fountain pen.

Your day has been stressful. First, you got dress coded because 13 strands of hair were flying out of your slicked back High Ponytail. Next, you got detention because Brad and jerry were trying to hit on you in class and you were deemed as a “distraction” of the classroom. And the tip of the god forsaken iceberg was your favourite fountain pen stopped working.

This day couldn’t get any worse, could it?

“Please! please, please work! i don’t have another pen!!!” you scream at your pen. Your one page away from finishing your essay. you’ve been procrastinating this for three days because your “creative juices” weren’t flowing the right way

“What the hells all this commotion about?” Charlie dalton questions, running into your room as he heard your pleas. “Charlie, not now.” your voice is trembling, lip quivering as you try not to look at the boy. “Hey, Hey, Hey? What happened?” he rushes over to you sitting down next to your chair.

“I got dress-coded, Jerry and brad are going to get murdered in 3 seconds, and this pen is PISSING ME OFF!” you burst into tears, hiding your face in the palms of your hands.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you in his embrace as you curl into a ball. His hugs changed the chemical balance of your brain, they were so warm and full of genuine love.

“Wanna go on a walk sweetheart? It’s snowing, and you love snow.” he questions, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. You nod and put on your winter coat before taking his hand walking out of your room, down the hall, down the stairs, and out the entryway of Hellton.

You walk for a while, stopping every once in a while to look at the birds and the trees, you found a lost sock, and you both laughed about that for a little while.

“This was amazing, you always know what to do to cheer me up Charlie.” you smile, his hands resting around your waist as you sling your arms around his neck. “anything for my girl.” he smiles before leaning in and kissing you gently, filled with love and affection.

You break the kiss and smile at him. You rest your head against his chest and he perks his chin on your head. “Your the Best boyfriend anyone could ask for, Dalton.” you smile against his chest. “Took you that long to figure out?” he laughs.

You slap his chest playfully before throwing snow at him. “Lats time ill ever compliment you!” you smile, turning around before being shoved by a snowball. you whip your head around to see him innocently smiling.

“CHARLIE DALTON!” you yell, chasing after him.

That boy will be the death of you.

#fanfic #dead poets fandom #dead poet society #dead poet fic #reader inserts #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton fluff

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jaabane · 7 months

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Little Red Book Part 1 - Neil Perry x fem! OC

Introduction: This is my first post so be aware of that! Also english is not my first lenguage so we'll see how this goes.

Warnings: my english, in this story Welton has an all girls school aswell that is in a seperate building next to the boys school.

Summary: "You never talk anything but nonsense! Nobody ever does." The story of how Neil Perry fell in love with that beautiful girl that always had her face buried in this little red book.

Monday Morning

Another year at Hellton. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Neil just sat down in his seat in Mr. Keatings class with the rest of the dead poets. The lesson went by normal. That is, if you can define Mr. Keatings classes as normal.

Towards the end of the lesson, Mr. Keating had a rather interesting announcement to make.

"Now boys, I have exciting news for you. For the duration of this semester, I want all of you to research about any writer. Could be an author, or a poet." he said. The boys began to whisper about the upcoming project. Neil could already hear some of his classmates arguing about the people they wanted to research about. His attention however, was full on Mr. Keating.

"Settle down boys, I'm not finished yet." he stated. "Every one of you will get a partner. This is a two person project, which you will have to present at the end of the semester." The chatter began again, this time louder than before.

"Sir can we decide who our partner is?" Charlie asked loudly as he had to talk over the whole class.

That question seemed to make all of the boys go quiet. All eyes now on Mr. Keating again.

"As I was about to say. You are not the only class that is going to do this project. I will partner every one of you up with a girl from my class at the Welton all girls academy. You will meet your partner next lesson on wednesday." he said and with that, the belll rang signaling for the boys to go to their next class.

Time skip, the dead poets are hanging out outside

"Which of these girls do you think will be our partners?" Charlie asked, eyeing the girls that were also outside right now.

That's when Neil first noticed her. She was sitting on a blanket. Her back leaning against a tree. She was wearing a pair of dark blue flared jeans and a maroon coloured hoodie. Her fluffy looking brunette hair that only reached her shoulders hung slightly in her face. Which was buried in a little red book that she was reading.

"Neil? You there?" Todd asked. He noticed his best freind zoning out.

"You looking at a pretty girl Mr. Perry?" Charlie teased. "What? No. Why would you think that?" Neil asked, his attention now full on his friends.

They all just laughed and the conversation changed course again.

However, as Neil turned his head to look at the pretty girl again, he noticed she was gone.

The following day he did not see the girl anywhere. Or maybe he did, he could not see much of her face because of the book.

Damn that little red book. He thought to himself as he met up with his friends wednesday morning to go to their english class.

Somehow they found themselves in the lunch hall, waiting for Mr. Keating to come back with their partners.

pov switch

I was nervous. What if my partner didn't like me? As my head filled itself with more and more doubts my friend Becca put her hand on my shoulder.

"Relax, it's not like you never saw a boy before." she said.

"No, but what if he doesn't like me and then I'm stuck with him for an entire semester?" I said, Worry clearly visible in my eyes.

However, we did not have time to finish our conversation as Mr. Keating opened the door to the lunch hall and we bagan to enter. I purposefully hid in the back of the crowd as Mr. Keating started talking.

"Let's start, shall we? Now, I will read the names of the partners out loud. If you hear your name being called, please proceed to come forward to meet your partner. I will first read the boys name and then the girls. When you have found your partner, please choose one of the tables here to start with the project, I want everyone to decide on a writer they want to present today." he said cheerfully.

Pair after Pair found themselves and went ahead to sit at one of the many tables in the lunch hall. Becca was still standing next to me when I was called.

"Next we have, Mr. Neil Perry and Ms. Stefanie Krammer. Please come forward." Mr. Keating said as Becca shoved me a little to get me going.

Neil could not believe his eyes, before him stood the girl from monday afternoon.

"Hi" he said a little breathless

"Hi" she answered with a shy smile.

"You want to go sit down?" he asked.

"Yeah sure." she answered as the two began to walk to a table.

As they sat down, Neil noticed Charlie looking at him and wiggle his eyebrows. Neil just grinned and focused on the girl next to him. Now he could finally look at her face properly, her dark blue eyes were even more beautiful than he imagined. They even looked like a mixture of dark blue and grey. He could not stop looking at them.

Stefanie, the name suits her, he thought.

She began to unpack her things from her bag. That's when he noticed the little red book as she placed it on the table.

"The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde." he read out loud.

"That's what you were reading on monday." he said before he could stop himself.

"You saw me on monday?" she said, looking surprised. When I saw Neil with his friends on monday I didn't think he noticed me at all.

"Yeah, you were reading by a tree right?" he asked.

"Yeah I was." I answered.

"That book is very little." Neil said as he looked at it again.

"That doesn't stop it from having a lot of content." I said.

"Really? How's that?" he asked, intruiged.

"Well firstly it would be because it is actually a play, not an ordinary book." I said, confidently telling him about my favourite book.

At that point, Neil was even more intruiged. She liked reading plays, perfect.

"And do you only read plays or do you also act in them?" he asked.

"Oh god no. Acting is not for me, I almost had a panic attack when I had to sing a solo in choir in 9th grade." I told him.

He laughed. "Really? I love acting, I was in a play last year. Even got the main part." he said.

"That's so cool, but I can Imagine what your parents must have thought of that. They don't send their kids here with little expectations for them." I said, looking down.

Neil nodded.

"Let's do our presentation about Oscar Wilde. Maybe I could act as him at the end of the semester hm?" he said, trying to change te topic back to our project.

I laughed.

"I'm sure Mr. Keating would love that." I said, laughing a little.

At that point, Mr. Keating stopped by our desk to ask us if we decided on a writer yet.

"Yes, we would like to present about Oscar Wilde, Captain." Neil said.

"Good choice. Stefanie, I wouldn't expect anything else." he said with a knowing smile as he walked away.

Thats Part 1 guys! Hope you liked it!

I'm not sure when the next part is coming since I am in the middle of my exam season but I estimate it's next week or the week after.

Thanks for reading and have a great day!

#neil perry x reader #dead poets society #dead poets fandom #dead poets society x reader #todd anderson #neil perry #charlie dalton #dps fandom

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masivechaos · 1 year

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SWEET NOTHING

neil perry x gn! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request

Synopsis: when you started dating Neil, everyone expected so much from you. Except for Neil, because all he needed was you.

Warning/content: mention of not being liked during Welton once, welton boys and girl au, my english

a.n.: 0.8k words- inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift!

masterlist / dead poets society masterlist / navigation / taglist

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Your feet padded on the wooden floor, passing a hand through your hair as you yawned. You heard a chuckle and you lifted your head, finding a shirtless Neil with his back against the kitchen counter.

“Hi darling” he smiled, gently pressing his lips against yours. Not awake enough, you settled for a hum as a response and earned a peck on the temple from your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his middle, burying your head in his chest, letting out a long sigh. It was the best way to start the weekend.

Dating Neil was simple. Not that it was boring, you got to experience new things every day, but he didn’t expect anything from you.

When you started dating, everyone had high expectations, saying you didn’t deserve Neil at all and you hated that there was a point where you thought they were right. An ex-best friend deciding to ruin your reputation was enough for the integrality of Welton to hate you… until Neil became friends with you.

He came into your life, bright and warm, without caring about the things he heard before asking you out on a date. You were now dating him for a few months and you had never felt more loved.

Because he never expected anything from you. All he ever wanted from you was nothing, sweet nothing. Lazy mornings with lazy kisses were enough for him. And it made you feel great to finally have someone who liked you for what you were and not for what people wanted you to be.

“Slept well?” he asked, his hand was cradling the back of your head and his lips were lingering on your temple. You nodded and lifted your head, you observed his features, taking the time to admire every single bump, line and mole on his skin.

“Do you want me to cook something?” you asked, making Neil’s face light up as he heard the sound of your voice for the first time this day.

“No, I was going to bake pancakes”

“But I wan-”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’ and pecked your lips with a little smirk. Neil turned around, grabbed what he needed and started to cook. You decided to sit on the counter to watch him making the pancakes as he hummed and to occasionally taste the preparation.

After a dozen minutes, both of your plates were filled with Neil’s pancakes. You sat down on the couch once your stomach was filled, followed by Neil who wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

You both graduated Hellton a few weeks ago and you decided to stay at your house since both of your parents weren’t there for the month, marriage anniversary and all.

“I like to be with you” your voice broke the silence that settled. You felt Neil holding you a little tighter, with your back pressed against his front you could feel the way he was breathing slowly, his chest rising and falling against you.

He pressed his lips on your temple “Because you never expect anything from me. Nothing material. You love me for what I am… I think?”

You heard him letting out a small laugh “Of course I love you for what you are. People at Hellton were dumb, they will do too much for gossip. But I know who you are, and you are who I want.”

It wasn’t the first time he told you this. But it didn’t matter, you still adored the way it sounded to your ears. It made you feel so loved and appreciated. You were welcomed by his side. He was the first ever person who made you feel this way. Because the boy was born with the sun in his eyes and his heart in his hands. And it was all for you now, he gave it all.

That was probably the most significant proof of love you were ever given. And of course you gave everything you could back, making small gifts when you could, buying flowers when you could, baking cookies when you could. All of this to see his cheeks raise and his eyes light up.

And even when you couldn’t, he was just as happy. A smile would cross his face just from seeing you. Holding you was enough to make his heart beat faster. And oh boy was he exploding inside when both of your lips were touching.

“I love you Neil” you thought he knew but you never said it out loud. And it showed when Neil’s eyes widened, if you were careful enough you could see pink tinting his cheeks.

He turned you around so you were fully facing him before pushing you down on the sofa. Without thinking he kissed you. “I love you too,” a kiss on your forehead “So–” a kiss on your left cheek “much” a kiss on your lips.

“Cheesy,” you teased. But even in this situation, he was smiling so brightly.

“Only for you”

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⋆ ★ neil perry taglist: @cauliflowertree @moonlitmeeks @toindeedbeag0d @mad-elia @juneberrie @mystic-writings @natashxromanovf @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @spookydarkwitch @duxpuella @innerloverpainter @vancitycharlie @venussflytraps @diorgirl444

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ask-captain-keating · 22 days

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hi mr keating may i ask how was it like when you were a student in hellton?

Acon,

I'm answering in response to both you and @knoxious-overstreet's request to know what my days in school were like. As my wife said, a was quite a bit of a hell-raiser, with zero sense of hyperbole or sarcasm in the slightest. Please imagine me winking.

I did get in trouble quite a lot, but for reasons that are quite benign when you look back on it. I, of course, ran the Dead Poets Society back in my day, but it was never found out beyond the mention of it in my yearbook. However, a majority of the staff (including Mr. Nolan) did have their suspicions, but not enough to take any action.

The problems arose in the few pranks I pulled, much like Mr. Dalton has done before. Now, my personal (and morally correct) view on pranks is that they need to be ultimately harmless, and they were! But of course, playing a prank on a teacher is essentially the equivalent of a war crime according to Welton.

In hindsight, my streak of rebellion was just a matter of being a teenage boy. Did I raise more hell in college? What earned me my title of "thigh man"? Those will remain a mystery to you, my friends.

I could talk in depth about the state of Welton education and what I was taught, but I believe that's a story for another day, and another very seperate conversation.

Best,

John Keating

PS. I believe Mr. Overstreet wanted @phonecall-fromgod to see how I behaved as well.

#dead poets society #john keating #ask

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thorin-baby-bear · 1 year

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Hello, I'm here to bother you again! If you could and feel comfortable with, could you maybe right some Cg! Mr. Keating and Little!DPS boys headcanons please? I just feel like all of those boys need to be able to relax once and a while and Mr. Keating would be over the moon to help his boys out and be even more thrilled that they all feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable and small around him. Anyways that's all, have a great day!💜💜💜

EEEE Absolutely!!! Also yes, give those boys a break please

Cg!Mr. Keating and Little!DPS Headcanons :3

General:

Keating loves these boys like they were his own

As such he makes sure they all have a place to go that they know will be safe if they can't regress in their own room or if their cg is away

This place ultimately ends up being his office, in which he keeps lots of little gear and sensory stuff (well hidden from the prying eye)

They don't trust him all at once (Todd and Cameron take the longest), but eventually they all spend many a Saturday playing in Mr. Keating's office while he does some paperwork

It's a cozy scene, and one they are all glad of after the long weeks of Hellton

Neil

Neil is, of course, the one who trusts Keating first

He's already something of a parental figure to Neil, so when Niel decides to open up about his regression, nothing really changes

He does treat him a bit gentler when regressed, less pushing and more gentle persuasion (this really goes for all the boys)

Neil LOVES it when Keating reads to him, so he makes sure to buy his favorite books whenever he can

Lots of Arthurian Fairytales and Adventure Stories

Keating will also play whatever role Neil needs him to play in the shows he puts on with his stuffies

(He usually ends up playing the "scary" villain or the wise old wizard)

Neil isn't very used to physical affection from a parental figure, so it takes a while for him to warm up to Keating's casual hair ruffles or back pats

The second Neil gets uncomfortable, Keating stops, but it can be difficult to tell at times

Neil is very good at hiding how he truly feels

Keating actually has an oddly hard time telling when he's regressed if he's not told

But the second Neil comes into his office upset, he is ready to accommodate whatever he needs

Pacifier? On it

Comforting words? A whole notebook full

Someone to sit and listen? He's always had a good ear

He ends up being just what Neil needs in the absence of his own father

Todd

Again, he takes the longest out of all the poets to trust Mr. Keating enough to regress around him

He and Cameron usually just sat off to the side, watching the others play enviously

It wasn't that Todd didn't want to play, but the idea of being that vulnerable in front of others made him want to puke

No matter how much he tried to hide his discomfort, Keating always seemed to know what he was feeling

He was very good at making sure Todd was still included even if he wasn't comfortable enough to regress around him

Offers to take care of the others usually disguised an excuse for Todd to play and have fun while still being comfortable

Eventually the two had a conversation about Todd's feelings on regressing in front of Keating and the other Poets (which is something Keating would never force him to do)

They came to the decision that Todd would start regressing in front of the others little by little, taking baby steps and pulling back whenever needed

Keating made sure he was comfortable and set up his ground rules with the others for playing with Todd

No teasing, roughhousing, or bullying of any kind was the gist of the rules

The others were very kind and gentle with Todd for the most part (Charlie had a couple mishaps)

Todd still stuck mostly to Neil, but Keating soon become one of the few others he would cling to if he needed reassurance or comfort

He very much acts like a little koala, and Keating is usually fine getting clung to unless he needs to chase down one of the other boys

Keating still tries to get Todd out of his comfort zone, but in a much gentler, slower way.

Charlie

Firstly

Keating and Charlie definitely have a more rough relationship at first

Charlie doesn't have much issue with regressing in front of Keating, but when Charlie's regressed?

He's the brattiest little of all the boys.

Keating knows how to handle it, but he gets a little burnt out after multiple days of Charlie's antics and has to remind himself not to snap

If he does snap, he's always sure to tell Charlie that no, he doesn't hate him, he just needs a calm moment to breathe

Charlie knows to leave him alone then, if only for a moment

The two go back and forth with play arguments quite often

Keating also helps Charlie get his energy out by playing lots of soccer, or even sometimes just chasing him around the room until one of them is too tired to go on

The two get on each others nerves, but at the end of the day Keating just wants to make sure that he is safe and happy

Knox

Keating helps Knox out a lot when he can't understand what the others are talking about

He's very good at putting it into simpler terms for the boy and making sure he doesn't get too lost in the conversation

The two sit down together often to work through any homework he doesn't understand and help make it simpler for him (projecting? me? never!)

Keating is also has no problem going to Knox's other teachers and berating them for bullying him in class

Knox is one of the littles who definitely needs help falling asleep, so the others usually find him napping on Keating's lap while he work out difficult problems or works on grading

Meeks

Keating loves to help Meeks with little expirements when the boy is regressed

Does he understand the science? No, but Meeks does and it makes him happy, so what does that matter?

Keating also lets the Meeks and Pitts use the tv in his room to watch sci-fi programs and historical documentaries whenever he can

Pitts

I don't have much to say about Pittsy

However

I do think that he has a surprising sweet tooth that Keating is more than happy to indulge

He gets Pitts sweets anytime he goes into town

Both Keating and Pitts love red licorice, so they have their own stash set apart from the other snacks

Cameron

Cameron is... difficult

he doesn't regress around the others often

(mainly because he thinks that they really hate him)

but whenever he does, he stays very quiet and tries not to get in the way of their games too much, even though he really does want to play

He is the only one of the Poets that Keating pushes a bit harder to play with the others while regressed, because he knows that the others don't hate him

Keating hates seeing any of his boys feeling left out so, much like with Todd, he always makes sure Cameron has at least one person to play with at all times

He actually usually puts Todd and Cameron together to play because of how shy they both are

Because of this, the two become better friends, and end up sticking together like glue most of the time they are regressed.

Anytime Keating sees the two of them stuck together, he smiles a bit because of how proud he is of them coming out of their shells

Hooo this was a doozy! Loved every second of writing it <3 <3 <3

#dead poets society agere #dead poets society #cg!mr. keating #little!charlie dalton #little!todd anderson #little!neil perry #little!steven meeks #little!knox overstreet #little!gerard pitts #little!richard cameron #agere #age regression #safe agere #fandom agere #agere hcs #long post

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cowboylexapro · 1 year

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all of dpsblr is invited but heres some highlights

@theluminoussunflower @inahallucination @greg-houses-cane @fizzy-watches-dps @exoticshit @neilperryfan @four-pillars-of-hellton @lesbicosmos @boy-wonder-oncologist-fan @vancitycharlie @giolovesyousm @73647e @mintroni @average-joseph

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starcrime · 20 days

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dead poets society (1989)

#dead poets society #dead poets fandom #dead poets headcanons #hellton boys #anderperry #starlie #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #steven meeks #gerard pitts #john keating #mr keating #chris noel #ginny danburry #i2maz

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justarandompjofan · 1 year

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The First Dead Poets

New Beginnings

Hey y’all, I’m back with another chapter of the first dead poets. Hope you enjoy! (tw: swearing, alcohol, and mentions of war)

“Holy fucking class of ‘43!” Charles exclaimed, holding his glass in the air.

John laughed, “You’re going to have a terrible hangover after this.”

“Who cares, man?,” Charles said, taking a long sip of his scotch. “My best friends just graduated from Hellton, I gotta celebrate.”

“I have to say, this place is surprisingly nice.”

“It’s called daddy’s money, my dear John.”

Jessica came up behind John, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, “He’s right, John, we deserve to celebrate. That hell hole chapter of our lives is over.”

“Here’s to never looking back.”

“I’ll drink to that,” he said, clinking their glasses together. He paused before setting his drink down.

“Is everything okay, darling?”

“Yeah, of course. We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, we’re going to be okay.”

She smiled, “I know that, John.”

One Year and Three Months Later

John sat down on the couch, head in his hands. “Fuck”, he whispered to himself. He’d been having night terrors every night for months, the image of James flashing throughout his mind. No matter what medicines he was prescribed, nothing helped. He laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes.

“John?” Jessica’s voice called from the dark hallway.

He sat up, “Hey.”

“I heard you coming out here, I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I just couldn’t sleep, I’m fine.”

“You’re never able to sleep,” she said, sitting down beside him. “What happened to the medicine that Doctor Bauer gave you?”

“It didn’t do anything.”

She put her hand on his back, “What can I do?”

“What?”

“What can I do to help you?”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” she said firmly, taking his hands in her’s. “I want to help you because I love you and I’m worried about you.”

“You shouldn’t be.”

“But I am. So let me help you.”

He rested his head on her shoulder, “What did I do to deserve you?”

“You were yourself. That’s all I could ask for. I love you, John Keating. You know that, don’t you?”

“I do,” he whispered. Suddenly something clicked in his mind. Nothing had ever made more sense, nor would anything after it. It was the clearest, most obvious thought he had ever had. “Marry me.”

“What?”

“Marry me.”

“John-“

“I’m serious, Jessie. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know we’re still pretty young but-“

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

She smiled, “Okay. I’ll marry you.”

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Entirely.” He grinned before lunging forward to hug her. With her arms wrapped around him he finally felt the sense of peace that he had been missing. He leaned back and kissed her, his heart fluttering in ways he didn’t even know were possible.

“I’ll get you the ring.”

She shook her head, “I don’t need a ring.”

“I want to get you a ring. I want to be able to see it and know that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“Well alright then, you can get me a ring.”

“How do you feel about diamonds?”

“John-“

“Only joking,” he said, laughing. “You know I’m too broke for that.”

She rolled her eyes, “Always the jokester aren’t you, darling?”

“You know me too well.”

“Let’s get back to sleep, alright? We’ll…we’ll discuss this more in the morning.”

He yawned, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

Four Months and Two Weeks Later

John stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie for what seemed to be the millionth time. His whole life so far had led to this moment. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind about marrying her, so why was he so nervous?

“You’re going to wrinkle it,” Charles said from beside him.

“Probably.”

Charles grabbed the tie, “I got it.” There was a silence as he fixed it for him. He stepped back, looking John up and down, silent tears filling his eyes.

“Is something wrong?”

He wiped his eyes, “Of course not. I just can’t believe this is happening. My little boy is all grown up.”

“Your little boy?”

“Hey, let me have this, okay? Your dad isn’t here, so I’m just filling in.”

“Thanks, Charles.”

“Anything for you.”

“Likewise.” From inside the church they could hear the organ begin to play.

Charles turned to look at him, “I think that’s your cue.”

John nodded, “I’ll see you out there.” He carefully walked out to the altar, his hands clasped behind his back to keep them from fidgeting. As the music built the doors opened and there was Charles and Jessica’s maid of honor, Lacy, walking down the aisle. He looked out at everyone sitting in the pews. He didn’t regret not inviting his parents, how could he? He just wished that- All of his thoughts were cut off as Jessica and her father walked through the doors. She was stunning, even more so than usual. She wore a simple white gown with her hair tied up in curls. When she smiled at him it was like the whole world melted away. As they reached the alter, her father carefully placed her hand in his, giving him a slight nod.

“We gather here today in the holy matrimony of John Keating and Jessica Gannitt,” the priest began. The whole ceremony was a blur of words and tears and before he knew it, the priest had turned to him and asked those everlasting words.

“Do you, John Keating, take Jessica Gannitt to be your lawfully wedde wife, through sickness and in health, in poverty and wealth, till death do you part?”

“I do,” he said, with not an ounce of hesitation.

“And do you, Jessica Gannitt, take John Keating to be your lawfully wedde husband, through sickness and in health, in poverty and wealth, till death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Then by the power vested in me, by the state of Vermont, I pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The moment he kissed her was the most right anything had ever felt. There was a new chapter of their lives beginning and nothing could ruin it.

“John, I need to talk to you,” Charles said, pulling him aside. They were at the reception now, drinks in hand, celebrating.

“For sure, what’s up?”

Charles looked around, “Can we, uh, can we go somewhere more private?” John nodded, leading them around the wall of the terrace.

“So…?”

Charles sighed, his voice breaking slightly, “I really didn’t want to have to tell you this today, but I couldn’t stress you out before the wedding and I-“

“Hey, slow down. What’s going on?” The look on his face could only be described as fear. Pure and unfiltered fear. The only other time he had seen him like this was…it was when Sarah left.

“I got a letter from the government. I’ve been drafted for the war.”

John recoiled, “What? No, you’re fucking with me, right?”

“No,” he said softly. “I’m so sorry.”

“No! No, that’s not fucking fair! First Sarah, then James, then Will, I- I can’t lose you too!”

“You’re not losing me. It’s only temporary. They say the war is going to be over soon-“

“And what if it’s not? What if it just keeps going on and you never come home? What happens then, Charles?”

He closed his eyes, “Then you learn to live without me.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why? No, they’re the ones who need to be fucking sorry!”

“I shouldn’t have ruined this day for you, it was selfish and I-“

“When do you leave?”

Charles looked down, unable to meet his eyes, “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah. They’re flying me out to England tomorrow.”

“But-…I-“ he began, unable to create a coherent thought. “You’re leaving tomorrow?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Stop saying that. You cannot be sorry for this, Charles.”

“I love you, John.”

He wiped the tears from his cheek, “I love you too, Charles. You have to promise me that you’ll stay safe.”

“You know I will.”

@emilythefern @theluminoussunflower @sup3r-n0vaa @iguanamuppet @chloe-octavia

#the first dead poets #dead poets society #dps #john keating

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lilahisntsadanymore · 3 years

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Hi there! I saw you did dps x reader and I was wondering if I could get some Neil Perry x reader fluff, or maybe hurt/comfort?

Thank you!

Hi, thank you for the request! I hope you'll like this. I don't know if you could call it a fluff, but I tried my best.

It's written pretty much gender neutral.

No trigger warnings.

Words count: 1190

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A bad day

It was a long day for Y/n Y/l/n, the only comforting thing was that the next day was Saturday. Fridays were the worst at Welton, at least for Y/n. In the schedule there were classes they hated the most. Plus they had to wait until Monday for English with Keating. He was so different from other teachers.

Eventually the last class came to an end. Why did all the teachers seem to be harder on students suddenly? Only Sherlock Holmes could solve this mystery.

After the bell rang, Y/n hurried to the library where they had a study group with their friends. All the boys were already waiting for Y/n, who smiled at them and sat down by the table.

"That smile was so forced." Charlie Dalton chuckled.

"It was not-, uh, I guess I've just had a bad day." Y/n admitted.

"What happened?" Neil Perry asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Have the teachers always been so hard on us?"

"Yeah, but on Fridays it gets even worse." Charlie joked. "They just can't wait for the weekend. Imagine dealing with us for five days straight, I wouldn't take it."

The rest of the study group laughed. Except for one person.

"With us?" Richard Cameron said, slightly offended. "You meant to say with you, Dalton."

"Obviously, because you're a teacher's pet of most of the teachers in Hellton, Cameron."

"Hey, hey, hey, guys," Y/n interrupted the little fight, "no arguing, okay? We're here to study so let's do it."

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The eight of friends spent time in the library almost until it was the dinner time. Then everyone went to their dorms to change from school uniforms to some casual clothes.

"Thank you for help with math, Y/n." Neil said with a smile on his face.

"No problem," Y/n said a bit nervously, "I just like...math, yeah, I love math, math is...awesome."

"Yeah, um, you're smart."

"Thanks."

A blush appeared on Y/n's face. Them and Neil stood in front of Y/n's dorm door in an awkward silence.

"See you at dinner?" Neil broke the silence.

"Yes, sure." Y/n gave Neil their hand to shake, but then hid it behind their back awkwardly realizing shaking hands isn't needed since they're going to see Neil again in a few minutes. Neil chuckled as Y/n looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

"Okay, so, see you."

"Yeah, see you, Neil."

Y/n walked into their room. Their roommate, Charlie, was sitting on his bed. Charlie's previous roommate was Richard but things had been changed after a request of both boys' parents.

"What're you smiling at?" Y/n questioned, noticing Charlie's grin. The boy giggled and said:

"Nothing. Totally not at how awkward you're around Neil. 'I love math'? More like 'I love you Neil, date me'." He teased, imitating Y/n's voice.

Charlie didn't want to sound mean, he just couldn't wait until Y/n and Neil confess their feelings for each other. It was very entertaining to watch these two trying to act like they're not head over heels in love with each other, but someone had to eventually ask the other one out.

"My voice does not sound like that at all." After such a bad day, Y/n didn't want to have to deal with Charlie being, well, Charlie. "And Neil is my friend, Neil is our friend. Do I love him? Yes I do."

Y/n put both their hands over their mouth, not believing they said that. If Y/n could turn back a few seconds in time, they would and pay attention to this stream of words that has just escaped their mouth.

"I gotta tell Neil." Charlie announced, getting up from the bed and heading to the door. Y/n tried to stop him.

"No, please," they begged, "what if it ruins our friendship?"

"It won't, he loves you too. You're the only one not noticing it."

"But I don't want him to know yet."

"I won't tell him if you confess it after dinner."

"Fine."

Y/n agreed, but in their mind, they were already making a plan to avoid it. I could just leave the dinner earlier, Y/n thought.

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Dead Poets used to always sit together by the same table during all meals. That day's dinner wasn't different.

Charlie was quiet for the whole time about that Y/n and Neil thing. But by the end of dinner it turned out to be a bad sign.

"So," he said, "Y/n, do you have anything to say?"

All the boys looked at Y/n, who seemed to feel uncomfortable.

"No." Y/n stated, trying to sound sure, but it turned out to sound rather like a question.

"Oh really? What about confessing your feelings to a certain-"

"Shut up, Dalton."

Y/n stood up and rushed to their dorm. The day was bad enough, Charlie didn't need to make it even worse.

As soon as Y/n got to the dorm, they sat on the bed and hid their face in their hands. Tears were falling down their face.

Y/n was crying and sobbing so hard that after a few minutes, they didn't even notice they weren't alone anymore.

"Hey, Y/n," Neil's voice said, making Y/n look at him, "I'm sorry for Charlie being mean."

Y/n tried to stop sobbing as Neil said next to them.

"He told me you like someone and aren't ready to confess," the boy continued, "and it's okay, you know? Whoever it is that you like, Charlie shouldn't pressure you to tell them."

Y/n noticed a bit of jealousy in Neil's voice. They understood that it was true what Charlie said about Neil having feelings for Y/n. And now he thought Y/n is into someone else so he felt jealous. And even despite that, he decided to come here and comfort Y/n. Such a pure soul.

"It's you." Y/n decided to confess. They couldn't let Neil think he isn't who Y/n has feelings for.

"What?" The boy either thought he misheard or didn't believe it.

"You are the person I like. Love. The person I love."

"You love me?"

"Yes, Neil."

A big smile appeared on Neil's face.

"That's...that's great! I mean, I have feelings for you too and I've been planning on telling you, someday."

The two laughed. No more words were needed, the silence wasn't awkward anymore. The bad day wasn't really so bad suddenly.

Neil put his hand on Y/n's jaw and kissed them. The two were so absorbed in kissing, that they didn't hear the door open.

"Gosh, finally!" Charlie, who has just walked in, exclaimed.

Neil and Y/n broke the kiss and looked at the 'matchmaker'. Neil grabbed the pillow from Y/n's bed and threw it at him.

"Charlie!" Neil yelled, but he wasn't angry. Both him and Y/n were now kind of thankful to Charlie, even if they didn't want to admit it.

"What? If not me, you two would be still just dreaming about kissing each other instead of actually doing it!" Charlie defended himself as he walked out and closed the door.

"After all, he's right." Both Y/n and Neil said in the same time.

#Neil Perry x reader #Dead Poets Society imagine #Dead Poets Society x reader #Dead Poets Society one shot #Neil Perry x y/n

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mauvefayette6 · 3 years

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hii !! could you do a charlie dalton one-shot where the reader gets jealous when charlie invites the two girls to a dps meeting ?

if not, it’s totally fine ! <3

I hope you enjoy!

Jealousy, Jealousy (Charlie Dalton/fem!Reader)

MASTER LIST

You and Charlie weren't dating, not at all. You just had a slight crush on him since the first day you set eyes on him. He's tall, handsome, funny and sometimes smart.

It wasn't just that that made you fall for Charles Dalton. You're friends with Steven Meeks, which just means you're the smartest girl at Welton. You're on scholarship as your parents weren't really able to afford the costly tuition for that school.

Your parents held you to a higher standard then they did to your older sister. You sometimes wished you could switch spots with her and make her go to Hellton.

You sat on your bed reading your book, you had done your homework already and were just catching up on some reading. You flipped through the pages before hearing a knock on the door.

"Come in!" You shouted setting your book on your lap. Charlie Dalton poked his head in before opening the door revealing Neil and Todd.

"So, this is a lady dorm?" Charlie said looking around. You stood up and laughed patting your skirt down.

"Same as the boys I assume?" You asked and Charlie disappointedly nodded.

"We just dropped by to tell you Poets meeting tonight, be there loser," Neil laughed ruffling your hair.

Neil is like the brother you never had, he treated you just like a sister.

"You're the loser, and I'll be there!" You laughed ruffling Neil's hair. He laughed at the before he chokehold and ruffled your hair. He released you and laughed as you began to hit his shoulder. "I told you not to do that!"

"Sorry! Sorry!" Neil shouted hiding behind Todd as you two circled him.

"Oh god I think Imm going to puke," Todd said before closing his eyes. You and Neil laughed stopping.

"Well, we'll be on our way. Be there on time this time!" Charlie joked before the three of them walked out the room.

You hadn't realized your heart was beating fast. After they left you felt your face heat up as you placed your hand over your heart smiling to you.

Sometimes you wondered if Charlie felt the same way about you as you felt about him. Sometimes you wanted to ask Neil but you just knew he'd make fun of you for falling for Charlie, the player.

You sighed anticipating the moment you'd all meet at the cave like you all usually do. You decided to pick out your prettiest outfit and maybe do your hair if you had the time.

The night rolled around as you picked out your prettiest outfit and did the best you could for your hair.

"Where are you going so dolled up?" Your roommate Tanya asked setting her book down. Tanya has been your friend since the first day at Welton when you were assigned as roommates.

"Same place as always," you smiled grabbing your coat.

"Your little cult society thing?" She laughed and you nodded.

"Not a cult, goodbye now!" You smiled quietly walking out your dorm room rushing out and towards the cave.

You arrived and to your disappointment Charlie hadn't arrived. You sat by Todd who was talking to Neil.

"Everyone's here but Charlie?" You said and Todd nodded.

"It's strange, he just left and we haven't seen him since." Todd explained and you nodded sadly.

"Don't worry, Charlie never misses a meeting, he loves this cave." Neil smiled and you smiled back.

You three chatted with each other before hearing giggling.

"Right over here," you heard Charlie say. "Watch your step."

"Who is that?" You whispered to Todd as two girls walked into the cave causing the poets to stand up, all but you.

"Guys meet Tina and...?" Charlie began, "Gloria!"

The girls giggled at this, "Come on make space!"

The poets moved over as they sat, you were confused and you were hurt. Maybe Charlie didn't like you, maybe you should give up. You felt fire burning inside of you as tears began to form in your eyes.

You really had no right to be jealous or even mad at this, Charlie wasn't your boyfriend. The girls were giggling as the Poets gave them attention. You looked at Charlie who was talking with Gloria as she began to laugh. You felt tears fall from your eyes as you quickly wiped them away.

"I have to excuse myself. It was lovely meeting you Tina and Gloria," you smiled as you got up and left the cave watching your step as you left.

More tears fell from your eyes as you rushed back inside the school and to your dorm room not caring if you made a lot of noise or not.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" Tanya asked as she sat up turning her lamp on. You began to undo your hair tears still falling from your eyes as you changed into your night gown.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong?" She asked softly holding you in her arms as you sobbed.

"Charlie doesn't like me. I'm an idiot for believing he did." You cried hugging her tightly. She pat your back holding you tightly. You continued to cry into her shoulder before you became tired.

You sat on your bed wiping away your tears, "I really thought I had a small chance with Charlie. Should've known, he is out of my league." You began.

"Oh shut it, you're out of his league! You're gorgeous and smart!" Tanya comforted rubbing your back as you shrugged.

"Obviously I'm not if Charlie won't look at me," you said laying down facing the wall.

"Get some rest, you're gorgeous never forget that," Tanya said softly as you drifted asleep.

The next morning you woke up facing the ceiling. You sighed before getting up and getting dressed. Tanya was tying her shoes by the time you woke up.

"Hey, what if you sit with me for breakfast? If you'd like." She suggested and you nodded. "Perfect."

You and Tanya walked together as she gossiped about her own little friend group. You nodded and occasionally laughed at what she had to say. You weren't totally there for about 99% of what she said to you.

"Hey girls, this is (Y/n), she'll be joining us for breakfast." Tanya introduced as they all smiled and waved at you.

You loved having girl friends, being around so many boys felt suffocating sometimes but having girls who related to you was refreshing.

"(Y/n)? Why aren't you sitting with us?" Neil whispered to you.

"I don't want to talk to Charlie," you whispered back.

"You'll join us for lunch? Or dinner?" He asked and you shrugged. "You should talk to Charlie, he doesn't even know he did something wrong."

"I don't want to right now Neil, I'll talk to him when I'm ready." You whispered back and he sighed before leaving to sit with the poets.

"So, you and Neil?" One of the girls giggled as you shook your head.

"She's totally with Dalton, should see the way he looks at her," another one giggled. The rest of them giggled with her as they began to gossip about the Poets.

You and Tanya walked to Keatings class. You saw Charlie was outside the door. Tanya looked at you and you gave her a reassuring look, so she walked in as you walked to Charlie.

“So… You’ve been avoiding the poets?” He said sadly looking in your eyes as you shrugged.

“No, I just needed some space. There’s something I have to say,” you began.

“Before you say anything. I haven’t had the courage to be honest with you completely. There’s something I’ve been hiding and I have to tell you now.” He said looking at the floor. You have never seen him be so shy before an unusual thing for Charlie.

“W-What is it?” You asked as he took in a deep breath. You were preparing yourself for the worse possible outcome.

“I like you, like a ton. I was just too scared to tell you,” he said finally looking in your eyes. “It’s just you and Neil, I thought maybe something was going on between you two, you know?”

“Me and Neil? Never, he’s like a brother to me honestly.” You chuckled and he chuckled too.

“So, what did you have to say?” He asked still looking in your eyes.

“It’s kind of funny. Because I really like you too, like a ton too.” You laughed bringing him in for a hug.

“No way you actually like me?” He laughed cupping your cheeks as you laughed and nodded. He pecked your lips quickly before bringing you in for a hug.

“Does this mean I’m your girlfriend?” You asked and he laughed.

“(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n), would you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?” He asked as you laughed and nodded bringing him in for a kiss again.

“Ahh, maybe we can do a little less kissing and more going inside the classroom,” Mr. Keating playfully said causing you two to laugh.

#todd and neil #stephen meeks #mr keating #robert sean leonard #gale hansen #dead poets society one shots #dps #dps preference #dps chris noel #charlie dalton x athlete #charlie dalron x fem!reader #charlie dalton one shot #charlie dalton headcanons #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton x fem!reader

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masivechaos · 2 years

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AAHHH margot, my lovely!! im so proud of u, congrats on 300 <33 could i get a canis major with going shopping with steven meeks? ilysm <3

thank you so much love <33 au where welton has girls and boys! gn! reader!!

okay, like all the poets, i feel like he would love thrift shops sm

he loves trying long coats and hats because most of the time it look ridiculous because it's way too big for him and he chuckles bc he can't see anything

he would encourage you to try some too and you would look like two idiots <3

you would go to the sweaters section and steven would ask you to try them on because again it's funny when you look like nothing, floating in way too big clothes.

you choose a green one, knowing meeks would like it too since you share both of your clothes

you would try some accessories and steven would recommend you the long earrings with, probably fake, pearls. it just fits you so much, he loves it

steven tries some sunglasses but he doesn't like any pairs and he's sad because he really wants some (he wanted to choose one and change the glass so they were good for his view)

you would then go grab some coffee (coffee on love street?) and would walk to a bookshop

he takes note of every single book you grab, planning in gifting some of them to you for your birthday or Christmas or just for no reason

you put every book down because you don't want to spend your money on this

but steven buy the one you seemed to like the most because he likes to spoil you sm

and lastly, you would go to a record shop and that's meeks turn to touch everything and put everything down.

he doesn't like spending his money unless it's for you bc you're his spoiled princess (gender neutral, everyone is a princess)

so ofc you buy him one so you can dance to it <33

off topic but he loves to dance with you sm

you have to go back to hellton but meeks wants to stop by the flower shop

he buys you a bouquet and you just love it so much

you walk to welton, kiss meeks lips and go to your dorm, flowers and book in hand

and Meeks doesn't wait before listening to the vinyl you bought him, dancing with pitts to it because he wants to try new dances <33

i want a meeks in my life :((

⋆ ★ steven meeks taglist: @moonlitmeeks

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ masivechaos 300 followers #★ canis major!#dead poets headcanons #dead poets society headcanons #dps #dead poets society #steven meeks #richard cameron #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #neil perry #todd anderson

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years

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The Exchange Student~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

D- Steven Meeks falling for a “cold” looking exchange student and getting jealous of her male friends.

- Welton isn’t exactly known for its exchange students. It’s highly selective: only the best of the best; or the richest of the richest, are welcome and of those few, most have been going to the school since they were young. So it isn’t everyday that the academy suddenly has a bunch of new faces.

- And yet, here you were, along with a few of your friends and other students; though transferring wasn’t exactly your choice. Your old school was closing down so all of its students were forced to find a new academy to go to; which meant you landed in Welton along with all the other kids whose parents preferred it.

- Because you would be joining the school in a somewhat abnormal way, the headmaster held an assembly to explain the situation to the rest of the students. That’s where Meeks first saw you.

- The minute his eyes land on you, he finds himself unable to look away. He spends the rest of the introduction glancing over at and admiring you, unable to believe that someone like you is going to be attending a place like Hellton.

- Meeks has always been bad with girls but there’s something else about you that makes him terrified to talk to you. You have a ...how you say, resting bitch face?

- Oh yes, there’s no doubt about your good looks but the icy demeanor that you give off is what really makes him nervous. He doesn’t find it unattractive; not in the slightest, but it does make you seem far less approachable, and when you’re a nerd like him, the last thing you believe you can do is talk to an unapproachable girl.

- So, even though the whole Carpe Diem lesson is constantly running through his mind, he can’t bring himself to talk to you. You’re so cool and tough in this feminine sort of way and he’s, well, him. You wouldn’t be interested, he knows you wouldn’t be, so he admires you from afar.

- He watches you with your clique, wishing that he could know you like they do. But there’s one person in particular who he wishes he could be.

- It’s a boy, of course it’s a boy, one you’re very close to and never seem to be far away from for long. The two of you are always sitting next to each other, always talking, always touching, and the boy makes you smile, this small, radiant smile that he’s never seen you make for anyone else.

- He’s your boyfriend. Sure, Steven doesn’t know that for sure, but he has to be. He’d be surprised if he wasn’t, what with the way the two of you act around each other. And the thought of you being taken dampens his mood for the rest of the week.

- But then something amazing happens. You’re sitting with your group of friends and the boy leans over and kisses another girl. Steven watches as you look over and roll your eyes, miming playful disgust at your other friends, and it’s then that he realizes that there’s absolutely nothing but friendship between you and the boy.

- And sure, you could have a boy back in your home town that would probably kill him if he so much as looked at you but for right now, for right now you’re single and the thought brings him more joy than he could have ever imagined.

- He tries so hard to gather up the courage to talk to you but he just can’t do it, even as he sees you warming up to people and acting sweet. He can’t shake the irrational fear that he’ll humiliate himself and lose every chance that he has with you.

- He’s definitely thought of doing the whole secret admirer thing but he doesn’t think that his poetry; or anything that he could write, would be good enough to woo you.

- You start to take notice of the red head sort of at random. There’s still very few girls at Welton, and you are an exchange student, so you think nothing of it when you first catch him looking. You’re used to people staring at you and though you certainly aren’t a huge fan, you’ve learned to live with it. It could be worse, right?

- But there’s something different about the way that he looks at you. It’s the way that he reacts mainly. The way his ears turn red and his eyes widen before his face shoots down to look at his paper whenever you catch him. The way he sporadically glances up to see if you’re still watching.

- He’s shy, cute, ...and absolutely in love with you; or at least the idea of you. And you know what? You think that he’s cute too, so you certainly don’t mind whenever you see him staring.

- Although, you’re starting to get a little tired of it. You’ve been waiting to see if he’d approach you, in fact, you’d been hoping that he would, but it seems like if anything is going to happen between you, you’re going to have to take the initiative.

- So, you just go up to him. You give him your friendliest little smile and say hello, asking about the little doohickey that you saw him tinkering with along with his friend; just to show him that you’d been watching him too and to get him talking about something that he’d undoubtedly love to discuss/explain.

- It works. Of course it works, Meeks is at his best while talking about academics so the two of you spend the next half an hour talking about his radio. Your conversation only ends because you’ve got to get to your next class.

- So, the two of you say goodbye and you give him a smile, telling him that it was nice talking to him and to not hesitate to come up to you. He smiles and nods shyly, giving you a wave as you walk away.

- And there he is, sitting in a sort of disbelief, wondering if he really just spoke with you for that long and realizing that he is completely in love.

#steven meeks headcanons #steven meeks headcanon #steven meeks imagine #steven meeks x reader #steven Meeks imagines #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #80s movie imagines #dead poets society imagines #dead poets society headcanon #dead poets society imagine #dead poets society headcanons

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moonlitmeeks · 3 years

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༄ the dead poets going thrift shopping

warnings; none

request; hey bestie bee :)) may i ask for some headcanons of the boys going thrift shopping please? tysm <33 - @mendesxruel a/n; i absolutely love this concept omg, thank you sm for sending something in lovely!!

the boys go actually thrift shopping quite often

not as much as they'd like, being trapped in hellton and all, but they make good use of their days off when they're allowed into the town to have a look around

they pop into a few different ones, but they have a favourite that they'll spend nearly all afternoon in

it's not the most frequented by other people - sometimes it will just be them and the lone worker in there, which they're more than happy with

the boys have their own systems of working around the shop, but they all work together to find cool things that the others might like

first off; clothes

they'll all scan through the different rails of clothing, pulling out the occasional jumper or shirt and holding it up to the others for approval

"meeks, you already have like ten sweaters exactly like that one" "knox it is five dollars"

neil walks around with multiple items of clothing draped over his arms, humming to himself as he scans the rails

he manages to find a really nice pair of jeans he thinks pitts would love and shows them to him immediately

pitts pulls them off of the rail before neil can even finish his sentence it's hard finding jeans long enough for his legs, okay

charlie even succeeds in talking todd into buying some clothes he likes that are slightly out of his comfort zone

knox constantly gets caught checking himself out in the mirror with clothes he would never wear in a million years

“knoxious, is that bucket hat?” “..no?!”

of course, it's not all serious business

this is the dead poets, what do you expect?

like moths to a flame, they’re drawn to any ridiculous piece of clothing they can find

"cameron, i think you'd look dashing in this three piece green velvet suit!" "very funny dalton."

cameron did try on the three piece velvet suit, though

he hated it.

they also take great joy in looking at all of the little trinkets on the store's shelves

charlie finds some nice silver rings that he immediately falls in love with

knox picks up a slightly chipped china tea cup, for reasons he doesn't even know

he doesn't even know when he'll use it, he just thought it was pretty

meeks falls in love with a little antique alarm clock stashed away in the corner of a cluttered shelf and buys it immediately, knowing he and pitts will have fun messing around with it in their dorm later on

they even pick up small, silly items just for the fun of it

some brightly tinted sunglasses are grabbed by pitts, a shirt with an objectively terrible dad joke on it is picked up by cameron, and todd ends up with a slightly worn brown teddy bear that he felt bad leaving behind

the worker may roll their eyes slightly at the boys' antics and laughter, but they never complain when a large mound of items are placed onto the counter as the boys pull their money out of their pocket

in conclusion, the poets love thrift shopping and always end up with so many things each time they go (some necessary, others not so much)

taglist; @mendesxruel @thesilverskull <3

dead poets society masterlist

#becca’s writing <3 #dead poets society #dps #dead poets society headcanons #todd anderson #charlie dalton #neil perry #gerard pitts #knox overstreet #richard cameron #steven meeks

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octaviasdread · 2 years

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Gendered Boarding Schools: Dead Poets Society (1989) & All I Wanna Do (1998) - Part Two

P1: Character & Plot Similarities | P3: Student Rebellions & Secret Societies | P4: Are They Queer?

I'm back with another silly little post about mid-century boarding schools I'll never be rich enough to attend. Shamefully, I haven't actually finished part one yet, but I have a lot of half-finished content that's really late so here we are. I'm planning to try and get part one up tomorrow, but I hope this makes enough sense without it.

P.S - All I Wanna Do has a few content warnings so if anyone wants a list or anything specific just send me an ask<3

Part Two: Schools, Teachers & Star Students (aka, the start of an extensive analysis)

1. Nolan's Hellton vs. McVane's Miss Godawful's

Both Welton and Miss Goddard's are attended by multiple generations of the same families and are touted to be one of the best preparatory schools in the United States.

While these 19th-century institutions remain almost unchanged in their approach to education and welfare, there are noticeable differences in their goals. Welton was established to protect tradition, while Miss Goddard created her school to protect the minds and interests of young girls whose education is not traditionally prioritised.

Mr Nolan as headmaster represents conformity to a society that is inadequate for the boys. Nolan believes in the success of the old ways and the preservation of social power. For this reason, he views Mr Keating's teaching philosophy as a threat to social stability. If students can think for themselves, they may not follow the prescribed path of college, a well-paid (and parentally approved) career, marriage, and kids to feed back into the system.

Whereas Miss McVane, headmistress of Miss Goddard's, represents a need for social change. She believes in her school as a rare institution that provides a high-quality, well-rounded education to girls who would otherwise end up in traditional finishing schools. Miss Goddard's carries hallmarks of a finishing school - french lessons and horse riding - to satisfy the requirements of upper-class parents, whilst concentrating on academic achievement, character building, and self-governance in its students.

Interestingly, this places Miss McVane closer to Mr Keating than Mr Nolan in her characterisation as a humorous, well-intentioned, and sympathetic teacher. This similarity also has a darker side as Miss McVane is similarly restricted to working within the system to alter the student's environment, education, and well-being for the better. She may be Headmistress, but her power is limited by the trustees in ways that Mr Nolan's authority is not. The film makes it clear that Miss McVane will not be listened to, and will even be penalised, if she becomes angry or emotional during disagreements with the trustees or the Headmaster of the St. Ambrose School for Boys. The insecurity of her position is stated outright. If Miss Goddard's becomes co-educational then she can easily be replaced.

This threat confirms Miss McVane's fear that her girls will be neglected within the walls of their own school and therefore inadequately prepared to advocate for themselves in the outside world.

"We build them up so you can’t tear them down. They come first here. If we merge with a boy’s academy, the girls will be second. They shouldn’t have to learn such a bitter lesson at this crucial age" ~ Miss McVane

Miss McVane's method of balancing compliance with hints of subversion fails, leaving her exhausted from fighting within the limits of a system set up to subdue her. In the Headmistress' final moments with Verena, she lets her emotions get the better of her, before instructing her ex-student to "never give up." In this scene, student and teacher part as equals (shown in their handshake and Miss McVane offering her student a cigarette) who have each made sacrifices for "the fight."

Visually, Miss McVane's final meeting with Verena has many similarities to Neil's last scene alone with Keating. Tea and tears define these scenes as student and teacher talk freely within the private sanctuary of their teacher's office. The key difference between these meetings is reflected, in part, through colour. Miss McVane's parting words to Verena are spoken amongst a backdrop of light and greenery, hinting at her fertile future full of growth and possibility. Keating's office is coloured with hints of red while the close-up shots which accompany the dialogue are shadowed, betraying Neil's gloomy future. It is the tone of these mentor meetings that foreshadows the end of Verena and Neil's character arcs.

Meanwhile, it is the remaining students whose actions make an impact. The Headmistress cannot protect them, nor can Verena, their peer leader. This loss generates a similar sense of hopelessness and impending doom to the loss of Neil and the removal of Mr Keating. These emotions motivate the girls to organise and use their education to stage a protest. They re-group under Odie's leadership - like the poet's following Todd's lead in peaceful protest against Keating's dismissal - to demand a vote and lobby for power.

"Miss Godard’s gave us a voice, so now it’s kinda hard to shut up" ~ Odette Sinclair

This contrast between Miss McVane's resigned dread and the energy of youth reflects the larger cultural context of social protest and second-wave feminism at the time of the film's 1963 setting. It was a notable year in US feminism:

Betty Friedan's The Feminine Mystique was published. The book used interviews and research to argue that women are not inherently fulfilled by the role of a housewife. It questioned the contribution of education, media portrayals, and the advertising industry to the widespread lack of identity felt by women. While the book undeniably mobilised a challenge to tradition, it cannot be ignored that Friedan's work excluded non-white, working-class, and queer women

Gloria Steinem's A Bunny's Tale was published in SHOW magazine. This was a shocking expose of the misogeny, exploitation, and forced medical monitoring that women suffered as employees at Hugh Hefner's Playboy club

The Equal Pay Act was signed into federal law by President Kennedy in June to make pay discrimination on the basis of gender illegal for similar work with the same employer

For the cultural context of Dead Poet's Society's 1959 setting see part four (I still can't believe I did that) of my previous essay series.

2. Social Power and the Face of the Trustees

The Trustees' neglect of Miss Goddard's and their under-estimation of the girls is evident in the school security. Where Welton Academy has dogs to keep watch and raise the alarm, Miss Goddard's has elderly men constantly shown to be unfit for the position. Throughout the film, the guards are shown to be sleeping on duty, zoning out while Odie's boyfriend sneaks in, and absolutely nowhere to be found when Snake's gang of 'townie' boys trespasses twice onto school property at night.

The face-off between the old, white men supposed to enforce the rules and the teenage girls armed with anger and hockey sticks only emphasises the building social change. The guards manage to take down the barriers to the occupied building but cower at the sight of organised young women. Hints of ineptitude become undeniable fact as the security team runs away. This short exchange illustrates the effectiveness of a united front, but also the incoming era of social revolution as the guards who most closely resemble the nation's leaders are unable to use force against this majority, thus leaving them no choice but to retreat.

Mrs Sawyer, President of the Trustees, wears the 'little white gloves' (examined in the next section) which Odie tells her classmates to throw out during her rallying speech. These gloves are symbolic of compliance with the socio-political system which devalued and oppressed women in the period.

When a security guard explains they will have to break windows and doors to carry out Mrs Sawyer's instructions, Miss McVane is horrified, while Mrs Sawyer responds, "do it." This willingness to destroy the school building represents her participation in efforts to uphold capitalist and patriarchal power. Mrs Swayer benefited from the school, yet has no regrets about damaging the opportunities and education provided to its current students, including her daughter, if the result is a further increase to her own socio-economic power as an individual.

"Miss Goddard's was betrayed by her own. Year after year I've been on my knees grovelling to the alumni for handouts [...] Men give generously to their schools, it's a solid investment for ensuring a steady supply of the nation's leaders will be men. Maybe you women don't give because, deep down, you know it's useless" ~ Miss McVane

I'd like to amend Miss McVane's speech to acknowledge that these ensured leaders will be men like themselves. The men donating as alumni are largely those from schools like Welton - white and extremely privileged. Men from working-class and minority backgrounds rarely received the same support or opportunities, in fact, they were actively excluded from them.

On the topic of privilege and power, it is Mrs Sawyer, the President of the Board of Trustees, who most closely mirrors Mr Nolan.

Visually, Gale Nolan and Paige Sawyer hold similar positions at the Chapel lectern as they represent the school authority in an address to the students and their parents. Placing these characters as representatives of preparatory schools reveals a further narrative function - a representation of the adults these schools are expected to produce.

It is particularly interesting that both Richard Cameron and Abigail Sawyer, the two students these adults have the highest expectations of and feel proudest of the trust placed in them to succeed at the beginning of Dead Poets Society and All I Wanna Do, become the most conflicted about their duty to obey adult (and social) authority as the events of each film unfold.

Perhaps I'm reading too much into it, but Mrs Sawyer losing her control over Abigail, the board of Trustees, and Miss Goddard's school seems like an apt commentary on the fading importance of high society wives as women began to enter the workforce in greater numbers. This entrance into the workforce is exactly what the secret DAR club discusses as their most secret of ambitions.

A similar conclusion can be drawn from Dead Poets Society as the tragedy has little effect on Nolan - a representative of those whose power has been maintained long after the social revolutions of the 1960s. Meanwhile, the students learn to think for themselves and are forced to choose a side - to stand or not stand - at the end of the film. It is the youth who drove much of the protest movements against the governing forces which Nolan represents.

I debated over the inclusion of this section, but both of these films are retrospective tales of the past produced 1989-98. Knowledge of historical outcomes has an inescapable effect on our interpretations of history so it is a fair angle to at least consider.

Parts 2, 3, and 4 were originally one long and glitch-filled post. For this reason, the images are still in a combined format from when I tried to squeeze them into the ten image limit, sorry! But I'm too tired to change it now.

Sources:

A-Level: American History, 1860-1975

Uni module: Angry Young Men & Women: Literature of the Mid-Twentieth Century

Betty Friedman's The Feminine Mystique: text and about

Gloria Steinem's 'A Bunny's Tale

The Equal Pay Act

#CO Posts #dead poets society #dps #anderperry #all i wanna do #all I wanna do 1998 #strike!#the hairy bird movie #kirsten dunst #verena von stefan #odette sinclair #verena x odie

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