#gerard pitts imagines

[ash5monster01]

hi ash can u pls write an established relationship pitts x reader in some sort of snowy environment (u pick location) and it can be spicy but i’m looking for something tooth rottingly romantic and pitts is a Good Not Toxic boyfriend who fully supports y/n’s career in ceramics and idk maybe they have a dog u do the rest love you bye

Happy Life

Pairing: Older!Gerard Pitts x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, p in v, fluff, langauge, vague dirty talk, very domestic, sickeningly sweet, established relationship, pure smut

Summary: Snowed in with your husband, you find yourself absolutley smitten with him and this little life you'd built for yourself. It's everything you ever wanted and more alone time with him that you needed.

word count: 2.1k

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“You can keep staring out that window but I don’t think you’re making it to work tomorrow,” you grin from your spot on the couch, eyeing the tall boy who peers out the glass with a soft sigh. A heavy snow has been falling since early this afternoon, burying you in the shared home. 

“Meeks will be pissed,” he mutters, not yet tearing his eyes away despite the fact the snow plow hadn’t even made its way down your road yet. The weather called for the storm to continue all night and no matter what he did to try and make it to work, it wouldn’t go without freezing. 

“Well let him, I’m happy to keep you to myself for one day,” you say, having spent long and lonely hours in the home. When you had originally built the studio here you thought it would be easier but now you never left the house and with Gerard gone all day, it didn’t seem fair. Sometimes it felt like you were going stir crazy, a cabin fever of sorts. 

“Oh I’m sure, spending all day distracting you and not letting you get any work done,” he finally turns to offer up a sly and suggestive smirk. You roll your eyes despite the truth behind it. He was quite good at pulling you away from the kiln and into the bedroom. Smug bastard. 

“I could use a break,” you suggest and he laughs, finally leaving the window to slump in the spot on the couch next to you. His long legs sprawl out, nearly reaching the middle of the carpet as his head falls against your shoulder. He was too big for this couch, or any couch even, but you adored all the space he took up. It was crazy to think how empty your life had been without him before. Now you liked squeezing in the small spaces whenever he took up all the room. 

“I mean, it would be nice to have some alone time together,” and just then the small puppy nudged against the bottom of his socked foot, the late night restlessness about to start. It was fun watching him play with the new pet when he was so large and the animal was so small. A recent purchase made in place of kids since you both still felt too young. 

“Well I guess we weren’t as alone as we thought,” you giggle as he leans forward to scoop the puppy into his arms. He laughs, and you're not even remotely surprised the puppy had come to steal some of the attention he was giving you. 

“Hi Daisy,” he coos at the small King Charles Cavalier that wags her tail frantically on his chest, ears drooping down and brushing the buttons of his shirt. 

“She never gets excited with me like that,” you pout and Gerard chuckles, hands scratching behind the dog’s ears that she had yet to grow into. 

“That’s only because you’re with her all day, I could guarantee she’d be so excited to see you if you went away for hours at a time,” he says thinking of his own job, spending all his time drawing up plans with Meeks for businesses that contract them. As much as he hates missing out on a day of work it would be nice to relax and spend the day with his two girls. 

“Kind of like you,” you tease, having adored the way his eyes lit up every time he saw you after a long day. Yeah maybe he was all long legs and arms but every time he saw you it was like he was an excited little kid all over again. It made you love him more and more. 

“Yeah well that’ll never change,” he doesn’t deny your accusation, tilting up his chin in which you grant him a kiss. All dopey and lovestruck he is no longer thinking about how he won’t be able to go to work tomorrow. Instead he's picturing sleeping in and making you late morning pancakes, watching movies you had set aside for when you were both free, never getting out of his pajamas unless he was taking off yours. It sounded like a pretty good day. 

It's then the phone rings, echoing off the wall, and Pitts already knows it's Meeks as he passes the puppy to you and stands up to answer it. You don't' hide the smile on your face as you faintly hear the red headed boy on the other side say they were closing due to weather and to enjoy the day safe and at home. You stand and let Daisy out, determined to speed up her bedtime routine so you could have Gerard all to yourself. You don't hear him hang up, jumping when his arms wrap around you from behind as you watch Daisy struggle through the snow in your backyard. 

"It's official, I'm all yours," he mutters in your ear and you smile, hands laying atop his own as you relish in his embrace. 

"You already were," you say and he smiles wide, like he'd won the lottery in this lifetime, and presses a soft kiss to your neck. You couldn't be any happier as you call for Daisy to come back in, using the towel to dry her off, and more excited than ever that tomorrow you would wake up and Gerard would still be here. 

After a long and restless night you're more than happy to discover it was true, the lanky boy laying practically on top of you with half his body weight, dead to the world which he more than deserved. He had been working so much, you're certain he hasn't had a good night's sleep since before Yale. Smiling you nudge him awake, giggling as you try to move his bodyweight off of you. He groans softly, snuggling closer to you which only makes you laugh harder. 

"Ger, get off me. I can't breathe,” you giggle but it doesn't matter because he buries his head against your bare chest, hugging you tighter, and determined to finish what he started last night. He had nearly worn you out already but it was nice having him here, even if you lost a day of work. The large vase unfinished in the studio and awaiting the woman who had commissioned it. The last time you had let Gerard in the studio he sat behind you and tickled you until the whole vase collapsed. It was safer this way. 

"Babe, I was sleeping. Why would you wake me?" he asks, mumbling the words against the sensitive part of your neck and you giggle while trying to shove him off. Yet he only wrestles back, finding himself wedged between your legs, hands holding your own hostage above your head. He thinks he has full control, that is until you slowly lift your hips against him, aware of his length nestled between you. It only takes two sways of your hips before he’s fully hard beneath you and unsure of his next move. 

“That is so not fair,” he mutters breathily and you giggle before doing the motion again. His eyes stay locked on you, desperate not to grind into your heat but it’s too late. He had the day off of work, it was already late morning, and any pancake breakfast he had in mind could wait. “Are you sure you want to start this?” 

“I already have,” and that’s all you have to say before he dips down and kisses you fiercely, fingers lacing between your own as he ruts his length against your glistening core. 

Neither of you bothered with any pajamas after the late night you two had enjoyed together and it was currently working in your favor considering you could feel every part of him against you. When the hair at the base of his cock brushes your clit just right you can’t help the gasp that escapes you. He grins against your lips and in this moment you wished he had a snow day every day. 

“Please Ger, I need you inside of me,” you whine and and he nods, lifting his face away so he can line his cock up with your entrance. You both watch as he slowly pushes into you, going slowly so as not to hurt you and over-excite him. After what feels like forever he finally bottoms out, staying as still as possible to make sure you’re okay. 

“This good?” he asks, knowing he didn’t give you much time to warm up and you nod, fingers grasping at his broad shoulders and relishing in the feeling of him filling you up. 

“Yeah, please do something,” you pant and he nods, pulling out only a little before pushing back in. The sensation makes your head fall back on the pillow, your fingers squeezing his shoulders, and nails more than likely digging into his skin. 

It’s not long until he finds a rhythm, pushing in and out of you, hitting the right spot everytime. It’s domestic, thrilling, and turning you on more than normal. His lips taste every inch of your body he can reach but the difference between the sizes makes it difficult so he settles for groping your chest and sucking deep marks into your neck. Normally you would yell at him but it wasn’t often you left the house these days. It would be nice to have the reminder of him on days when he was gone. The snow finally letting up outside your bedroom window. 

“How’s it feel?” he asks, voice heavy as sweat forms along his hairline. He looks so handsome and strong above you, it makes a giant smile spread across your face. 

“So good baby, keep going?” you encourage as you feel your stomach begin to tighten. He nods, one of his hands finding your bundle of nerves and rubbing quickly as he adjusts his thrusts. The new position has him hitting a deeper spot than before and the moan you let out is almost too dirty for the quiet and love filled morning you were sharing. 

“Shit, okay,” you whine and Gerard grins, knowing you're close based on the way you clench against him. Grinning he uses his other hand to grope your breast, pinching a nipple between the pads of his fingers and when his lips meet your own it’s all over. You can’t stop the way you compulse around him or the moans you release into his mouth as he finishes right behind you. Both of you sink into blissful pleasure until you’ve collapsed on top of one another. You giggle lightly, hands brushing some hair out of his forehead as you both catch your breath. 

“You still wish you went to work?’ you ask teasingly and he rolls his eyes, laying more of his weight on top of you that makes you groan. He really had no idea how big he was sometimes. 

“Not anymore,” he responds, fingers dancing delicately across your skin as he listens to your breaths even. Yet that is followed by the sound of your stomach rumbling, desperate to leave the bed and find sustenance after the long night and morning. 

“How do you feel about making breakfast?” you ask and he laughs, squeezing you in a hug before turning his head to look at you. You offer a pouty lip and he sighs, not ready to leave bed but willing to do as you ask. He finally caves and starts to lift his weight from you, bare chest broad and taking up all of your view. 

"Fine, fine, I'm getting up. Do we have any pancake mix?" he asks as he stretches and you admire the happy trail and muscles that flex. He seems to grow like a spring flower in front of you. Beautiful and bright. 

"Yes, bottom of the pantry," you remind him and he grins, stealing a quick kiss before jumping out of the bed and pulling some pajama pants on. When he swings open the bedroom door Daisy is already sitting and waiting for him. A curious tilt of her head after wondering what took you so long. Gerard blushes and it makes you giggle, as if the little puppy would ever know. 

“Morning precious, want to help make Mommy breakfast?” he asks, scooping the puppy up into his arms and you smile at the sight before he disappears out into the hall. You relax into the blankets and sigh, perfectly content with the little life you had built. Embracing the silence until Gerards voice carries down the hallway. 

“Don’t you dare leave that bed, I’ll be back before you know it!”

[inahallucination]

todd walking towards the poets: hey guys :)

neil, walking away:

the poets: ????????

/

todd: neil can u get the phone

neil, getting it without as much as an acknowledgement:

the poets: ?????????????????

/

todd: the sweater looks good on u

neil:

the poets: ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

/

meeks: todd... is everything alright

todd: yeah why wouldnt it be

pitts: uh, dude... idk if uve noticed

charlie: are you and neil fighting?

knox: is that why he's being so weird???

charlie: am i gonna have to choose between u two

knox: i dont know if i can

charlie: maybe we can split evenly

knox: oh ur right; like we get one week with todd and one with neil--

todd: what are you guys talking about. neil and i are great!

cameron: ignoring those two, todd i too am a bit concerned

pitts: yeah man, neil's been... distant...

meeks: he literally will not talk to you

todd: ohhhh

todd: thatt

todd: well you know the surprise you guys have planned for me for my birthday

the poets:

the poets: pshhhh no... what surprise? in fact we didn't even know it was ur birthday

todd: right.

todd: well neils pretty determined to make sure i don't figure out what it is even tho i know there is one

charlie: well okay, but why's he just not talking to u; u guys can talk about other things that are ur non-existent surprise because we very much did not plan anything

todd: well i always figure it out, even if he doesn't tell me

meeks: what he says hi and u just know

todd: well i just know what he's thinking about

pitts:

pitts: wait

pitts: do you already know what the surprise is

todd: yeah

cameron: so neil's doing all that for nothing

todd: im not gonna ruin this for him!!! if he wants me to be surprised, I'm gonna be surprised

meeks: so ur just gonna let him think he did it right

todd: yes.

todd: and if he ever finds out ill know which one of you told him, and i will deal with it accordingly

todd: also can u guys help me figure out what to wear to my birthday surprise, i want neil to think I'm pretty :)

[churrosbitxh]

idk but Pitts kinda gives the vibe of that one guy who grew really tall during summer break

Like average height but he likes to eat a lot so he grew 6-8 inches in a couple months

thus making him eat more and his knee hurting most of the time (making him act like a grumpy grandpa every night and meeks has to handle his grumpiness) bumping his head all the time and all the sleeves of his clothes are a couple inches too short for him, even his uniform

The other boys' reactions will be priceles seeing pitts growing into a giant after summer

Also I headcanon that Charlie was the big one when they were really young, he just never grew (lol we love you short king)

And Meeks was taller than Pitts at some point

[perksofbeingpoet]

the beach boys fill the kitchen, happy voices getting lost in the fog of pasta water. pitts sings along in the highest voice he can muster, leaning close into knox when the latter complains, and knox just laughs and softly shoves him away. "c'mon, todd!" charlie is doing a sort-of shuffle on the carpet, using a wooden spoon as a microphone. "will you do me the honours?" todd shakes his head, grinning, but accepts charlie's outstretched hand, losing himself in the improvised dance moves and the sound of harmonies and bubbling sauce. pitts whistles. "look at you go, anderson! i might have to change dance partners- ow, i was joking!" meeks grins. "you wouldn't dare, anyway." charlie's eyes gleam under the kitchen lights. "oohh, this calls for a dance battle! c'mon, meeks!" "fine", meeks chuckles, handing knox the spatula. "knoxie, your turn." knox licks some sauce off his fingers, grin wide as he turns up the music. "take it away, guys."

[poemcal]

✿ twitter au / dead poets society

where the dead poets society talk shit in twitter !!!

i.

a little bit short but i'm still trying to be funny leave me alone 😝 plss don't forget to repost and like this post so i can make more 😭😭

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Results are in:

Scrooge outfit: Neil, Todd, and Cameron

Heart Boxers: Knox, Charlie, and Pitts

Pink robe: Meeks and Keating

I will forever be indebted to anyone who draws fanarts of them in these outfits

[vicioussimp79]

Poesía... - N.P

── ☆ neil perry x girl! reader

Sinopsis: En una tarde tranquila, Neil Perry se encuentra bajo un árbol, reflexionando sobre su vida, el peso de las expectativas y sus deseos más profundos. La aparición de una chica misteriosa, con una pasión por la poesía como la suya, cambia todo.

Advertencias: ninguna

a.n: 686 palabras

neil perry masterlist! / dps masterlist! / masterlist

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆:

El viento de la tarde acariciaba suavemente los árboles del campus, creando un susurro que parecía narrar secretos antiguos. Neil Perry estaba sentado bajo su roble favorito, el que solía visitar cuando necesitaba escapar de los gritos silenciosos de su padre o de las expectativas que ahogaban su pecho. Con el cuaderno abierto sobre sus piernas, la pluma descansaba entre sus dedos, pero las palabras no fluían como solían hacerlo.

Miraba al horizonte, donde los últimos destellos del sol comenzaban a transformarse en el suave resplandor del atardecer. Sus pensamientos vagaban, atrapados en el laberinto de su mente. ¿Qué quería realmente? ¿Qué deseaba ser? Era como si la vida estuviera forjando su destino sin preguntarle, como un escritor que no conoce a su protagonista, pero que ya ha decidido el final.

De repente, una voz suave interrumpió sus pensamientos.

—¿Escribes poesía?

Neil levantó la vista, sorprendiendo la joven que se había acercado con paso silencioso. Ella era de cabello castaño, con ojos oscuros y profundos que reflejaban la misma melancolía que él sentía en su pecho. Llevaba un libro entre las manos, uno que Neil reconoció enseguida.

—Cumbres Borrascosas —dijo, señalando el libro.

La chica sonrió, un brillo travieso en sus ojos.

—Es uno de mis favoritos. ¿Y el tuyo? ¿Eres poeta?

Neil se ruborizó ligeramente, sintiendo una leve incomodidad. Sabía que la gente lo veía como el chico perfecto, el alumno que cumpliría las expectativas, pero nadie conocía la verdad. Nadie conocía sus sueños, su pasión por la poesía.

—No... Bueno, sí. A veces —respondió, mirando su cuaderno vacío.

Ella se sentó en el suelo junto a él, como si hubiera sido invitada por el propio roble. El silencio entre ellos era cómodo, lleno de una comprensión silenciosa. Por fin, Neil rompió el hielo.

—¿Por qué Cumbres Borrascosas?

La chica se encogió de hombros, su mirada perdida en el horizonte.

—Porque es un amor salvaje, visceral... es un amor que no se limita. Es un grito de libertad, ¿no crees?

Neil asintió lentamente, dándose cuenta de que había encontrado a alguien que entendía. A alguien que, al igual que él, sentía el peso de las expectativas y la falta de libertad.

—Sí... Lo creo —dijo suavemente.

Ella lo miró de reojo y sonrió, como si hubiera descubierto algo en él que pocos veían.

—¿Sabes? Me gusta pensar que, si los poetas pudieran vivir en sus propios versos, serían mucho más libres. Serían como los árboles... firmes en la tierra, pero con sus hojas tocando el cielo.

Neil sintió un pequeño nudo en el estómago al escuchar sus palabras. Era lo que él había estado buscando todo el tiempo. Una forma de escapar, una forma de ser él mismo. En ese momento, parecía que el universo le había dado una respuesta.

—A veces... siento que estoy atrapado entre lo que quiero y lo que se espera de mí. —La voz de Neil tembló un poco, pero la chica solo lo miró con dulzura.

—No tienes que elegir entre una cosa u otra. Puedes ser quien quieras ser... si te atreves a vivir para ti. —Ella levantó el rostro hacia las hojas del roble, como si cada palabra fuera una promesa que ella misma necesitaba escuchar.

Neil la miró en silencio, y por un breve instante, el mundo se desvaneció alrededor de ellos. El cielo parecía más claro, el viento más suave. La chica cerró los ojos, como si absorbiera el aire y el susurro de los árboles. Luego, de forma casi imperceptible, le extendió el libro de Cumbres Borrascosas.

—¿Lo lees conmigo? —preguntó suavemente, con una mirada que parecía contener un mundo entero.

Neil tomó el libro con una sonrisa tímida. Su corazón latía un poco más rápido, pero de una forma cálida, reconociendo algo en ella que no había encontrado en nadie más.

—Sí, me encantaría.

Juntos, abrieron las primeras páginas y comenzaron a leer, pero en ese instante, Neil sabía que no se trataba solo de las palabras de Emily Brontë. Era más que eso. Era el inicio de algo que había estado esperando, algo más grande que cualquier miedo o expectativa: la libertad.

[writersmacchiato]

family ties | Gerard Pitts

warning but not really; mentions/alludes to bad home life for reader :(((( but it’s honestly nothing explicitly stated <3 not proof read!!

sidenote: for everyone in the winter season (happy first day of winter btw!!!), I so recommend finding a sunny spot outside and sitting out there with a blanket and a hot drink and soak in the sun.

. . .

Gerard Pitts happens to stumble upon you while you’re sitting on the back steps of the school. A warm blanket draped over you shoulders and protecting you from the chill. The sunlight washes over you in a glow and his heart skips a beat at the beauty you are.

A steaming cup of something rests in your hands, your eyes transfixed on nothing in particular but the cloudless blue sky above you.

Your face is blank, giving nothing away.

Well, to anyone that wasn’t him but he knows you, doesn’t he?

He notices the slump of your shoulders, marring your usual prefect posture. The slight down curve of your lips, the slightest of tension between your brows.

You’re upset and stewing in it.

“Good morning.” He approaches loudly, steps crunching on gravel to announce his presence first.

“Good morning, Pitts.” To your credit, your small smile seems genuine enough so he takes a seat beside you. Arms almost touching, but he doesn’t close the distance. Not yet.

“Lovely morning.” He says, cupping his hands to blow hot air into them. It is very chilly, but the frost covering the ground and trees was beautiful. He could see why you came here often.

You hum in agreement, otherwise motionless from the small sips from your cup.

“How is the family?” He decides to stop beating around the bush.

It’s not a secret, at least to him, that you struggle with the time spent with your family. And that you had a dinner with them yesterday.

You make a noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “Oh, just the usual dinner and show.”

“And, your sister?”

At the mention of her, you slump against his side, head leaning on his shoulder. Letting out a long groan that makes him laugh.

“The usual, then?” He supplies when you take to silence once more.

He knows that you sit with your thoughts and feelings too much, let them fester within unspoken until it becomes too much. He’s also learning how to slowly creep out the feelings, how to spin the words out. Knows that you trust him in a way you haven’t had before.

“The fucking usual.” You pause, before the words spill out in a sudden rush. “She’s just so… mean! She’s mean all the time! And if I ever try to say anything, she gets mad at me. It’s exhausting being around her because I never know if she will strike out or be nice.”

Pitts moves his arm to wrap around you, in a one sided hug. He’s met your sister and knows how cruel she can be, both intentionally and unintentionally.

“And, then winter break is coming up and I don’t want to be home at all. I hate it there. My parents are already so… them. And my sister is in an extra horrible mood. It will be torture.”

“You know, you’re always welcome to come home with me.” To me.

You allow yourself to indulge the fantasy. Having been to his family’s estate many times before. His mother is very welcoming and kind, his father is somewhat aloof and awkward but in a charming way.

The kitchen would smell like freshly baked cookies, the scent wafting through the house. You could curl up by the fireplace, reading anything you desired from their extensive library.

Traipsing through the woods around the estate, freshly fallen snow making it a winter wonderland. Building snowpeople and and trying to sneak a ball of snow down his coat. Hoping for the coldest temperatures so the pond will freeze frostily for ice-skating, hands numb from cold except where his hands hold yours.

Looking through his wardrobe, selecting his coziest sweaters to wear to bed. Running through the halls in wool socks and seeing who can slide the furthest.

Warm dinners with his family, gathered together. Watching the way the candlelight flickers over his face, sneaking glances and smiling when you catch him doing the same.

Maybe he would kiss you under the mistletoe. Because his family is the type to hang up mistletoe and he would pretend to be oblivious to the fact that he hung up the very plant you now stand under together and you would let him.

“I would like that very much, Gerard Pitts.”

[cheezy-whizz]

Charlie Dalton:

[julietifsheneverdied]

𓆡 - fluff | 𓇼 - angst | 𓆉 - series | 𓊝 - blurb/oneshot DEAD POETS SOCIETY MASTERLIST 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 NEIL PERRY ━━━━

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 TODD ANDERSON ━━━━

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 CHARLIE DALTON ━━━━

⭒ㅤ god you’re insane

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 KNOX OVERSTREET ━━━━

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 STEVEN MEEKS ━━━━

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 GERARD PITTS ━━━━

MAIN MASTERLIST — REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[goodnightbirdy]

also in the roof scene meeks and pitts only have one set of headphones. only one of them can hear the music at a time and they still dance together.

later in the scene where neil is running down the hall when they pop out to see what the commotion is about, they have two sets. They either went to town to get another set of headphones so they could listen to the radio together or someone sent them a second set bc one of them asked for another set.

[ash5monster01]

DPS Masterlist

Main Masterlist

all works include a femreader. requests are open for any of the boys. I hope you enjoy <3

Charlie Dalton

Getting Red

Only Thing Left to Live For

Snowed In

Red Lips 18+

I Can See You

First Snow

You’ll Be Okay

Perfectly Me

Guilty as Sin? 18+

Turn Back Time

The Best I Could

Not The Same

Just The Way You Are 18+

What I Always Wanted

Not So Cocky Now 18+

Christmas Tree Farm

Truths Of Our Past series

Goes On series

Getaway Camp series

Neil Perry

New Romantics 18+

First Time 18+

Sick Day

It’s Just Practice 18+

In The Woods

Not Prepared 18+

The Hot Doc 18+

Addicted

Todd Anderson

Study Buddies

Enough For The Both of Us

Knox Overstreet

I Hate It Here

Gerard Pitts

Happy Life 18+

All (not including reader)

Trapped in Time

It’s Not Christmas Without You

One’s Hour Has To Come

A Dead Poets Holiday

[y-a-w-p]

This could be a fire dead poets society edit

[pancake-lovy]

Would anyone read Dead Poets Society one-shots/imagines written by me?

Once I finally get back to working on the ones I'm supposed to post...

FUTURE: I've already added the DPS characters to the list of people I write for. I just need ideas...

[sxtapee]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ★

♫ my dead poets society masterlist !!

neil:

there’s nothing here yet..

todd:

there’s nothing here yet..

charlie:

there’s nothing here yet..

pitts:

there’s nothing here yet..

meeks:

there’s nothing here yet..

cameron:

there’s nothing here yet..

[poemcal]

hiii, I don't know if I could make a request for Meeks, where the reader is part of society and in a meeting she confesses her love to him through a poem. make it something fluffy and romantic :)

warning: none

summary: where you are part of the dead poets society, but you have a little secret. You are in love with Meeks.

a/n: since English is not my first language this may contain a lot of mistakes!! and ty for the request I was running out of ideas ⭐️🤍 and im sorry If its too short at first it was too long so It didn't fit 😭

You’d been part of the Dead Poets Society since started. You loved English class and had an undeniable passion for poetry. When you heard about the "Dead Poets Society," you didn’t hesitate to join the boys in bombarding Mr. Keating with questions. You quickly became a regular at the meetings in the cave near Welton, making it a ritual you couldn’t miss, not even when sick. Being part of the society made you feel special, but more than your love for reading, there was Steven Meeks. You’d had a crush on him since you entered Welton, and the more you saw him in meetings, the stronger your feelings grew. He didn’t seem to notice you, always sitting with Pitts or Charlie, even if like he hates you, but that didn’t stop your heart from falling for him. One meeting, as usual, started with the group discussing what to write, and Neil excitedly encouraged everyone to try something new. You were eager to share a poem, and after some playful jokes, it was your turn. Nervously, you stood up, holding your small notebook tightly, and said, “I wrote this as soon as I got to my dorm, so please don’t judge me;

"There he goes, the boy with brown eyes, thinking of everyone but me. There he goes, the boy with brown eyes, believing he’s all alone while I’m right here. There he goes, the boy with brown eyes, obsessed with love yet unaware he has mine. There he goes, the boy with brown eyes, smiling at the wind but not at me. There he goes, the boy with brown eyes, ignoring my presence while I long for a piece of his. There he goes, my ill-fated dream, for though I try to forget, his ghost lingers near. And here I am, hoping for the day, when he looks at my way and says, ‘There goes the girl with brown eyes, who loved me more than she could ever received.’"

When you finished, you quickly looked at Meeks, hoping he’d recognize that the poem was about him. He was just as stunned as everyone else but quickly turned away, avoiding your gaze. You noticed Pitts whispering something to him, which seemed to leave Meeks even more shocked than your poem did.

“That was amazing!” Knox exclaimed, clapping for you. You laughed nervously, sitting back down next to him.

“That was beautiful. Reminds me of someone,” Neil said, eyeing Meeks. “Your turn.”

Meeks froze for a moment, before grabbing a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. He cleared his throat, holding it with trembling hands as he stood up and began to read:

"Your smile, so captivating, blinds me in the torment of my love. I see you pass, and my heart races to find yours. But my cowardice stops me, keeping my soul from shouting to the world:I am yours. And my lips fall silent when your eyes burn into mine with the passion of your love. Oh, how I am yours, how you are mine, yet neither of us can live this way. Neither of us can hear the bells crying. Neither of us can laugh without dying. My love, imprison me in your endless agony, and I will die tasting the sweetness of your lips."

When Meeks finished reciting his poem, the whole group watched the two of you, the only ones too clueless to notice. Knox nudged your shoulder, and you looked at him confused, and that’s when you realized you weren’t the only one secretly in love.

“Oh, come on! Am I the only idiot here watching these two not kiss?” Charlie exclaimed, exhausted. “You're in love! Do something before I go and kiss Meeks”

Without words, you just heard the others laughing, and you let out a shy laugh. Meeks walked up to you timidly and handed you the paper.

“It’s for you. It always was,” he murmured, and you were left speechless. “I like you... a lot, so much that I’m afraid to look at you and have you figure it out.”

“I like you too, Meeks. A lot,” you whispered, standing up, taking his hand, and pressing your lips to his in a sweet and delicate kiss. You forgot your whole group of friends were watching, witnessing your romantic moment.

“What are we now?” Meeks asked, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes sparkling as you pulled away.

“What do you think, idiot?” you said with a smile and gave him a quick kiss on the lips again.

Needless to say, after that, all the poets teased Meeks that night in the cave, but he couldn’t have been happier to finally confess his feelings, and that they were reciprocated. He loved you, and you loved him. From that day on, you and Steven were always holding hands, you filling him with kisses, and him filling you with poems every time he saw you, whether they were his or someone else’s, but he wanted to remind you that he would always love you and could never get tired of you. And he never failed; he always made you feel loved.

another a/n: Y'ALL GOT ME WRITING POEMS IN ENGLISH THAT WAS SO DIFFICULT THAT I HAVE TO ASK CHAT GPT TO HELP ME TRANSLATE IT 😭😭 sorry if it doesn't sounds too good tho!!!!