#dps imagine

[writersmacchiato]

Todd can’t help the way he feels about you.

You’re kind to him, always nice, so patient. Never getting annoyed when he stumbles over his words or goes quiet as he gets lost in his head trying to think of the best response, forgetting to answer.

It’s why when he overhears your friend teasing you about a crush, his heart instantly sinks to his stomach, feeling sick, because there’s no doubt in his mind that it’s not him.

It could never be someone like Todd who would hold such attention from you.

Things like that didn’t happen to Todd.

He should leave it alone. He should forget he ever heard anything. He should really leave you alone, his senior of one year, and find friends his own age.

But he doesn’t seem to click with anyone else.

He felt desperately like a puppy scorned of any attention when you first smiled at him, all kind angles, nothing malicious in the way you talked to him so nicely.

You’re overcompensating, with your kindness. For all the bad things that have happened to you. You’ve let him into your life, sharing things that not a lot of your friend group knew (not that Todd knew this, to him it was common knowledge). And he’s surprised that your life isn’t perfect.

For all the shitty, horrible, terrible things that have occurred, you’re just as determined to be the opposite. To be a light instead of the darkness that is so easy to succumb to.

“I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up,” you whisper to him one night, sneaking away from the party with your lukewarm drink and his soda that’s beginning to taste flat.

Your head leans against his shoulder and he tries to breathe evenly, to be the perfect shoulder for you.

“I was really lonely. It felt like no matter what I did, I never fit in. People liked me, but no one wanted to be my best friend. So, I guess I never want anyone else to feel like that.”

Todd thinks about that night a lot. The weight of you against him, how the air was crisp, and the scent of your shampoo drifting into his senses.

He wonders if you’ve brought him into your circle out of pity. If you don’t see him as a friend, but as a past version of yourself laden with no friends. If you’re trying to reach into the past and rewrite the story. He doesn’t like to think about it too much because it hurts.

Really, he should try to spend less time thinking about you. But the more he tries to forget, the more he thinks.

He can’t stop thinking about the word crush. His dictionary has been opened to the C section so many times that it has a natural crease there now, flipping to the page as soon as he opens the book.

Crush: a strong but temporary feeling of liking someone.

It could be just a harmless tease from your friend. As far as he knows, there is no one who you could have a crush on. He watches you a lot, and there’s not a lot of people you spend frequent time with outside of your friends and him.

This endless thought that could be nothing that is leading him into a slow descent into obsession. It bothers him.

Someone who could yield your affections must be someone special, worthy of such attention.

But what if it’s not? What if it’s someone who wouldn’t be careful with your heart, wouldn’t take the time to learn the workings of your mind? What if your feelings are not temporary?

Todd loses sleep over it, worry gnawing at the edges of his thoughts until he’s become edgy.

You notice, of course, that Todd will withdraw into himself. With gentle coaxing, he’ll return but sometimes he stays stuck.

Lately he’s been stuck and nothing you’ve done has been able to break through.

He shocks you by finding you in the library, clearly still caught in the webs of his overthinking mind. Appearing normal as he pulls out a textbook and notebook, pen tapping against the palm of his hand.

The words blurt out of his mouth, rushed through in a painful exhale that sounds more breathy than he intended. He hadn't even meant to say that.

“You have a crush?” He asks.

And then stops, breath hitching, heart beginning to race.

He doesn’t want to know. Can’t bear to watch the way your lips form the name of someone who isn’t him.

Instead, you smile at him. Shrugging your arms and sighing.

“Not you too! Everyone is pestering me over it.” You avoid the question, Todd is quick to notice.

“I overheard Meeks.” Todd says.

“He’s such an instigator.” You roll your eyes.

Todd knows you well enough to know that you’ve purposefully not answered him. It brings a small flutter to his chest.

“Do you?”

It’s painful, to dig in and search for an answer that he know will hurt. Rubbing salt into the wound that is his aching heart. But he has to know. It’s like an itch he can’t reach.

“Yes, Todd, I do. Although calling it a crush is silly. It’s much stronger than that.” You say, very quietly.

Or maybe Todd can’t hear you well over the sudden rushing in his ears.

“Oh.” It’s all he can manage.

Crush, is simple and small. Temporary.

Stronger than a crush? Well. That’s not so simple or small.

“Todd, can you look at me?”

He can't. Eyes glued to the floor of the library, feeling his cheeks flush with warmth and his stomach twist into knots. Slippery and hot as he tries to calm the sudden urge to be sick.

You reach out to grab his clammy hands, giving them a firm squeeze. He manages to squeeze back.

“It’s okay, breathe.” You count out the breaths for him until they’re no longer shaky.

His cheeks are still flushed, but not with anxiety. Feeling the sweat on his neck begin to cool. Stomach settling.

“Todd, I really like you. A lot.” You grin. “I have a crush on you.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re you.”

Todd has another fitful night of sleep, but this time it's because he can't stop thinking about the moment in the library. Flushed with embarrassment, but also with a giddiness. Thinking of what you had said, to him alone and him only:

"I'm infatuated with you, Todd Anderson."

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[ash5monster01]

Hiii. Could I request a Neil smut? Maybe it is her first time and he's all soft and sweet? Thanks!

First Time

Pairing: Neil Perry x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, smut, readers first time, fluff, dirty talk, p in v, oral, nudity

Summary: it’s your first time and Neil seems like the perfect choice to take your virginity considering how gentle and caring he is.

word count: 2.2k

Masterlist

You had always considered sleeping with someone before marriage. Yet that consideration wasn’t taken lightly. You had swore to yourself that if that was what you decided to do it had to be with someone who was worth it. Which never seemed likely considering Harvard was a big place with a lot of people. Yet somehow amongst all of them you had stumbled upon Neil Perry. Found him studying in library, a sadness to the air around him, but the most genuine eyes you had ever seen. It explained the reason why you had half a mind to even sit next to him in the first place. The rest was history.

You had dated almost the full four years of college and it was no doubt in your mind that he was the one for you. You were going to marry Neil Perry even if it’s the last thing you do. All of this is why you had officially decided you were ready to sleep with him. That and the fact it was getting harder and harder to pull away from him. So when he reaches your dorm room, wearing a ivy green sweater pushed up to his forearms, wire glasses hung low on his nose, and grey sweats, your excuse is you’re only just a girl. A girl with an entire meal for a boyfriend. You’re supposed to be studying but none of your books are open before you’re straddling him on the bed.

“Someone missed me today huh?” he teased with a light squeeze to your waist and you fight everything in you to not roll your hips on top of him.

“I always miss you” you tell him, hands holding yourself up on his firm chest. He had filled out since Freshman year, more meat on his bones, yet just as lean.

“Even when you’re with me?” he asks, hands reaching to remove the readers that were meant for studying he never got too.

“Sometimes, but only if we haven’t talked in a while or were busy doing other things” this sentence has him pulling you down to meet his lips which you happily accept. You can tell he’s surprised when you deepen it but it lasts only a moment until he matches the pace and dares his tongue past your lips.

“I gotta say baby, I’m loving this mood you’re in” he says trying not to sound to breathless when he pulls away and you grin, hands dancing along his chest and to his abdomen.

“What do you say we remove this pesky sweater?” you grin deviously and he raises his eyebrows as your fingers start bunching the fabric up, revealing an expanse of skin. Your mouth practically waters at the happy trail now revealed to you, hair he had also just grown in the last few years of college.

“You sure baby?” he asks but you don’t need to answer because you’re practically lifting him by the sweater to get it over his head, taking the white T-shirt underneath with it too.

“What, want me to remove mine too?” you ask and his mind actually malfunctions for a moment, unsure of how to respond because he truly had only seen you in a bra a few times. He never comes up with a response because now you’re lifting the red Harvard t-shirt above your head and revealing the white lace bra from underneath. He visibly gulps, eyes darting between your chest and face as he tries to comprehend what’s happening.

“Listen, baby. If we start this I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stop. I also have play practice in two hours and it’ll be so much harder leaving knowing I have you in bed like this” Neil tells you and you chuckle.

“Two hours is plenty of time, and you can always come back after” you tell him and his whole face reddens all the way down to his neck.

“You’re being serious, you want to do this?” he says and you nod almost instantly.

“I’ve already made up my mind, the only way I’ll stop now is if you’re not serious about me. I don’t want to do this and then have you leave me behind” you tell him and his face instantly softens towards you, hands pulling your face to his own.

“I’ve been serious about you ever since that day you sat with me in the library” and his confession is enough to make you kiss him again and Neil doesn’t miss the slight roll of your hips. You know you have his attention now based on the way he’s started to harden beneath you, no longer fighting the urge. Just as your tongue darts past his lips you grind against him again which makes him put his hands on your ass, holding you in place because one more movement and he’d be harder than a rock. That’s what you wanted anyway.

After a beat you break apart from his lips, something he protests to but stops when he realizes you’re reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. His throat has gone dry and as much as he feels panic rushing through him it is also paired with excitement. He knows not to stop you again, that you’re on a mission. So he does the only thing he can think of and just watches as the fabric loosens and slides down your shoulders. You don’t have to ask if he likes how you look considering he is now fully hard against your backside.

“It’s okay baby, you can touch me” you whisper to him like it’s your secret. He hesitates only slightly which has you guiding his hands and placing them over each breast. Your nipples harden under his palm which urges him to finally grope. The feeling of his hands and look of awe in his eyes has you grinding against him again. Now lost completely in your touch he leans up and places a nipple in his mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck as a moan bellows from you. Once he has given both breasts his attention you push him back down onto the bed, needing more skin to skin contact. His stomach jumps when you slide off him, shimmying down his body and curling your fingers into his waistband. His pants were tented and he couldn’t believe you were about to pull them off right now. Your lips meet his pelvic bone which makes him gasp.

“Shit, baby. Please” and you know exactly what he means. So you pull the sweatpants along with his boxers down, allowing him to spring free. Your brain short circuits as you look at the sheer size of him. You need to taste him immediately which is why you give no warning when you suck the head of his cock into your mouth. The precum is sweet on your tongue as Neil moans out, hips lifting to find some relief.

Seeing how well he responds you suck as much of him as you can into your mouth. He’s whining needily which urges you in to suck him for all he’s worth. Seeing how hard he has gotten for you has made you so wet you can feel it soaking through your underwear. When it all becomes too much for him he pulls you off, not wanting to finish before pleasuring you. “My turn baby, been dying to taste you for so long now”

Your eyes can barely leave his cock, now covered in your spit and hard against his stomach. It clearly needs attention but he wants to take care of you. So Neil lays you back in his spot, his own hands dipping underneath the fabric of your pants and pulling them down your legs. Neil’s eyes never leave your body as it is fully revealed to him. As much as you want to be shy you know you shouldn’t be based on the way he is looking at you, so you open your legs for him to see. “You’re so wet baby”

“All for you” you tell him and he grins, finger reaching out and sliding through your folds. Your head falls back when it bumps against your clit and Neil smiles before repeating the same action with his tongue. He had imagined how you would taste hundreds of times but this was better. You tasted so much better than anything he could’ve conjured up. Neil is no longer worried about going too far and has started to devour you like a man starved. He’s so good and you are so glad you finally decided to do this. Imagining going back to a life without Neil eating you was a life not worth living.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you baby” and you nod eagerly, grinning at the slick that covers his chin. He watches as you reach to the bedside table, opening the drawer, and grabbing a condom you had stashed in there. Neil knows now you had been planning this all along. He wastes no time putting it on before lining up at your entrance. Your hands hold his biceps, eagerly waiting the moment he’d break that barrier for you. Officially make you no longer a virgin.

You’re whimpering as he runs his tip through your folds, on the verge of begging him to do something when finally he pushes in only slightly. You wince which makes him freeze. “It’s okay, keep going”

“You sure?” and you nod, holding him close as he slowly moves inside. It doesn’t take long for the pain to turn to pleasure and Neil closes his eyes, trying to think of anything else other than the fact that you were practically sucking him in. Usually the image of Nolan in his underwear did it for him.

“Please move” you whisper and Neil nods feverishly, slowly pulling his hips back before thrusting back into you. You don’t expect the low moan to rattle out of you due to the movement and once it reaches Neil’s ears he finds a quick pace, pumping into you like a man who no longer has anything holding back.

“Shit, you feel so good” Neil doesn’t think he has ever experienced this type of bliss before. There will never again be no better feeling in the world especially because the girl he loves so much is now marked entirely as his. You have no idea about the ring he has stashed away for graduation, and you have no idea he had planned on marrying you since the first day you both met. He would’ve been fine waiting until marriage but for once he finally understands why it was so good to wait for the right person. Yes, sex could be about the feeling but when you love the person you’re experiencing it with it adds an entire layer of pleasure. Charlie never understood that, Neil couldn’t wait to tell him. Charlie deserved this feeling too.

“Baby, I’m so close” you pant out, and Neil smiles as he leans down to kiss you. He can feel the way you clench around him and he knows he won’t last long. So he moves to speed up the process. You gasp the moment his hand meets your clit, and his mouth meets your nipple. Neil may have been a virgin but he also knew Charlie all his life. He was an expert because of his friend by senior year of high school.

The action alone has you coming undone in seconds, clenching around him so tightly Neil’s movements falter for a moment. When you relax into the mattress, a blissed out look on your face, Neil finds himself letting go and finishing right behind you. When his body weight lands on top of you, you can’t help but smile. Your hand meets the back of his head, fingers running through his hair as he kisses your neck.

“I can’t believe you expect me to still go to play practice after this and remember my lines” Neil says which has you giggling in an instant and Neil hisses when you flutter around his dick still buried deep inside of you. Slowly he pulls out, both of you breathing heavily from the action.

“I’m sorry baby, I just couldn’t wait” you tell him and he smiles as he kisses you sweetly.

“I can’t wait to tell Charlie” he says once he pulls away and you roll your eyes at the mention of his friend. One you had only met once or twice on a Winter or Summer break but knew was Neil’s best friend.

“Of course you would say that” you tell him because whenever Neil accomplished anything his first instinct was to always call Charlie. Charlie heard he got the lead in the play before you did. Yet after everything they had been through together, sometimes you just had to deal with it.

“What, he’s my best friend” Neil defends as you just giggle and pull his lips back to your own.

“Yeah well tell him he has to share”

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[multifandom-imgns]

to give me a character + a trope

Neil Perry x Reader

Opposites attract.

(I hope this is the right way to request if it then i apologize in advance)

ps: nooo it's the right way, thank uuu <3

i hope you enjoy!!

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my requests are always open for give me a character + a trope.

Neil Perry + opposites attract: gender neutral!!

you met neil because of steven.

you were sneaking to welton in the night cause you had something that your parents give you for steven.

there's no need to lie, you hated welton with all your heart. the students here have always had to be perfect. that was something you appreciated. yes, you were getting good grades, and that was enough for you to pass the classes.

even you hate the school's system there were one person you always look up to, neil perry. he was your opposite, he was everything you want to be. unlike you he can talk to his parents about his future, but you were just following your parents' dreams.

i guess that was the reason you fell in love with him.

"steven?" you whispered and looked around. where was he?

"steven has to deal with something, with gerard." you heard neil. "i can help if you want."

"well, i just have to give these to steven."

neil smiled at you and walked towards you. you knew there was nothing special going on, you knew he only loved people like him.

you gave him the books and smiled.

"so, how was your school?"

"nothing but classic welton."

"yeah." and that's how the conversation ended. he didn't say anything and the silence began to be uncomfortable. "i have to go, good night then."

"wait, not right now." he grabbed your wrist and walked to his room really fast. you assumed that this was a 'sleep' time control.

he rushed you into his room, almost pushed you.

"y/n, is there a problem?" you heard todd's voice. he was your best friend after steven. "why did you dragged you secret crush in your room?" he said while laughing.

"i didn't."

"thank you todd, you just ruined my love confession."

you looked at them in surprise. "what? can somebody tell me what's going on?"

"well," neil said as he put the books on the table. "i was gonna confess but thanks to your best friend, it ruined."

"you like me?" you still don't understand, or simply you don't want to believe.

"i didn't like you at first, but over time you changed my mind. taking care of you or spending time with you was my favourite thing. i love helping you in trigonometry. "

you smiled. "trigonometry?"

"yeah," he laughed. "don't you like me?"

"i do neil, but i'm just shocked. it was unexpected."

"then, so that you won't be surprised, I'm telling you that I'm going to kiss you." he said while walking towards you.

"hey! i don't want to see my two friends kissing." todd closed his eyes. "please find another room."

"then please turn your behind todd." neil said as he came close to kissing you.

you stopped him by grabbing him by the shoulders. "i wanna kiss you to neil but i don't think it's a right time." you smiled and kissed his cheek. "see you tomorrow then?"

"yeah, see you tomorrow." you left the room smiling.

when you closed the door, you heard neil tell todd that he ruined your first kiss moment. you laughed silently and walked away with a big smile.

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[lilahisntsadanymore]

Neil has a crush on a girl he's in the play with, but unfortunately she has a crush on his best friend. One night in the cave changes it all.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairings: Charlie Dalton x reader, Neil Perry x reader

Words count: 2.6k

Warnings: not proofread, Charlie acted mean

Gif not mine

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He'll be alright

"Who's that girl Dalton has been sneaking out with recently?" Richard asked, looking out of the window.

The boys were gathered in his and Charlie's room, doing homework. Well, they were supposed to be doing homework, but the books were abandoned after a few minutes when the boys started discussing the topic of Charlie Dalton. For the past few days he was seen walking away into the forest with a mysterious girl.

Charlie was just coming back from wherever he went with Y/n. Through the window, his friends could see him getting a quick peck on the cheek from Y/n, then the girl walked in the direction she came from and Charlie walked into the school's building.

What the boys couldn't see was Charlie stopping at the doors and turning around to catch a glimpse of Y/n walking away. The girl turned around as well and sent Charlie a smile. He weaved at her, but the girl didn't weave back, not wanting to catch unnecessary attention.

They weren't that noticable, actually they were pretty sneaky, but because of Richard's nosy personality, the little group of aspiring dead poets knew about them. Most of them would always say "don't act like it wasn't expected" or "it's not our business anyway" everytime Richard repeats the question, but eventually Neil spoke up about it.

"It's Y/n, she goes to Henley Hall," he sighed.

Neil wasn't very pleased about Charlie having interest in Y/n. Before Charlie met the girl, Neil thought of asking her out himself. The boys have been friends since childhood, which meant they were like brothers and as 'brothers' they had similar taste in women.

"Henley Hall?" A loud scoff escaped Cameron's mouth. "How did Dalton meet a girl from Henley Hall?"

"She plays Helena in Midsummer Night's Dream. Once Charlie came to watch our rehearsal and afterwards he introduced himself to her." Neil explained, not mentioning the fact that Charlie interrupted Neil's attempt to ask Y/n on a date.

"And now she willingly hangs out with him? How does Henley Hall allow that?"

"Henley Hall doesn't know about it," Charlie explained as he walked inside the room, "it's not their business anyway."

He walked into the room suddenly, in a quick pace. It was really fortunate that nobody stood by the door, because it would really hurt to get accidentally hit with it. Todd looked the most surprised and quite nervous, almost guilty for being there, although he didn't even care about Charlie's affair. He genuinely just came there to do homework and hoped that now that Charlie's back, everyone will get back to homework.

"Is she your girlfriend yet?" Knox asked, chuckling. The other boys' laughter sounded through the room like an echo.

Neil laughed along, pretending to not be bothered by Charlie liking the girl he liked as well. He told himself to pretend, as if it was just another role. Neil was a natural actor, so he could act the role of a guy who totally doesn't like the girl his best friend likes.

Charlie sat down on his bed and with a playful smile answered the question, "it's not that serious."

"What do you mean?" Neil's voice sounded almost offended. "What don't you like about Y/n?"

"It's just...we don't get to talk to many girls, do we? I mean, I wanna see different options, you know?"

Meeks, who was sitting next to Charlie, decided to chime in. "Well, dating doesn't necessarily mean you'll have to marry her."

"She's a girl, you know how girls are. Or maybe rather you don't, but I know that they take relationships very seriously."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"As I've just said, I wanna try out different options," with laughter, Charlie lightly nudged Meeks' side.

It felt ticklish, so Meeks tried to nudge Charlie away, which quickly turned into a bit of pushing and shoving each other. Others began to laugh, nobody seemed to care about homework anymore, not even Todd.

Besides one person.

"Let me remind you, we gathered here to do homework." Cameron reminded everyone.

"Let me remind you," Pitts mimicked him, "it was you who got invested in Charlie's love life."

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Even though Charlie kept insisting that whatever was between him and Y/n wasn't serious, the rest of dead poets wanted to meet her. And besides being his love interest, she also was Neil's friend, wasn't she?

So on the next day Pitts and Meeks convinced Charlie to tell Y/n about the Society. He phoned her, she seemed to be interested in becoming a part of it. On the next meeting the Dead Poets Society welcomed a new member - Y/n Y/l/n.

The girl enjoyed her first meeting, she loved the atmosphere of the cave, she loved the feeling growing inside of her when she listened to other members reading poetry. It felt so amazing, even magical.

Y/n felt as if she knew the boys for her whole life, she belonged among them and vice versa. The boys took a liking to Y/n quickly, she was like a missing puzzle in the Society.

"You're like an honorary member of the Dead Poets Society," Neil initiated a conversation with Y/n when the poets were exiting the cave, "the first girl in the Society's history. And you're not even a Welton student."

If it wasn't so dark, Neil would see a warm smile that formed on Y/n's face.

"I will want to attend the next meetings in the future. It's amazing that there are people who care about poetry and art. That moist cave really feels like home."

Both Y/n and Neil chuckled quietly. It was late autumn, but neither of them felt cold. Besides their jackets keeping them warm, there was a warm feeling the both of them felt coming from the inside.

"Whose idea was it?" Y/n continued. "You do seem like a person who could come up with it."

"Actually, the Dead Poets Society was founded by our current English teacher, back when he was a Welton student himself. But it was my idea to renew the Society."

Suddently Y/n flinched, scared by Charlie's arm unexpectedly appearing around her shoulders.

Luckily thanks to the darkness, nobody could see how quick the smile vanished from Neil's face.

"How did you like it?" The boy asked. "What did you think of my poem? I wrote it just for you."

"I figured, it was lovely. I'll bring my own piece for the next meeting too. I'm so glad you told me about the Society!"

"Do you need help with sneaking back into Henley Hall?"

"No, actually I bribed the security. There will be no problem."

"Aren't you scared? It's dark and you've got a long way to go. Maybe I could walk you back?"

"Thank you, Charlie, but I'll be okay, I have a bike. Left it just by the entrance to the forest, in some bushes."

Y/n was really pleased with the first Dead Poets Society meeting she attended. She wrote lots of poems for the next meetings, but also enjoyed reading out loud her favorite poems by famous writers.

Being the only girl in the Society wasn't a problem to Y/n and the boys weren't bothered by it either. They were actually happy about that and always made sure Y/n doesn't feel unwanted or misfitted.

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Everything was going well, only one day a problem occurred. The meeting of the Society had to start earlier than usually, because later on Y/n and Neil had a rehearsal.

It wasn't even dark outside yet. The sky way grey, but the sky wasn't even visible from inside the cave. The cave needed a fire, because there was no way for light to get inside, not even through the hole people went in.

"Ugh, I wish the fire was bigger," Y/n complained, rubbing her hands above the flame. It was a cold day.

"There wasn't anymore wood." Pitts explained. He moved some branches around, hoping for the fire to grow.

"What do you mean? We're in a forest. We're surrounded by wood."

"It rained yesterday, there was barely any dry wood."

"Can we start already?" Cameron was the next person to complain. "It's really cold here."

"We can't," Neil said, "we're waiting for Charlie."

If Charlie was there, he would have told Richard that no one asked him to come. But where was Charlie? Nobody knew.

"As we're waiting, I'll go and try to find some dry wood," Y/n stood up and walked out of the cave.

Everything on the ground seemed to be soaked by the recent rain. Y/n decided to steal a few branches from the trees, because they seemed to be a bit dried off.

Just as Y/n was about to go back to the cave, she noticed Charlie. To her surprise, he wasn't alone. It wasn't a good kind of surprise. He walked with two girls at his sides, having his arms around their shoulders.

"Hey, Y/n!" Charlie exclaimed. "Girls, this is Y/n, she was the first girl in our Society."

"Hi." Y/n murmured. She was certainly not happy with Charlie bringing here two other girls.

They didn't answer, they didn't even say anything. Each one of them eyed Y/n, which didn't feel nice. It made Y/n feel uncomfortable. She knew it's not gonna be a nice spent time.

The three girls and Charlie entered the cave. The new girls sat next to him, each one at his each side. Y/n frowned. She used to sit next to Charlie ever since she joined the Society.

Y/n didn't want to let others know she's upset, even if the boys seemed equally surprised. She tried to keep her voice as steady as possible and as harmonic as usual.

"I got some branches, should make the fire a bit bigger," she announced, throwing the branches into the flame.

Y/n gave a look to Neil, sitting next to him. He understood her without words, he wasn't happy with Charlie bringing two more girls as well. And he decided to speak up about it.

"Who's that?"

"That's Gloria," Charlie gestured to the blonde girl, "and that's..." he gestured to the brunette, but struggled to remember her name.

"Tina." The girl introduced herself.

"Yes, that's Tina."

There was some small conversation between the poets and the new girls, but Y/n didn't even pay attention to the words. She kept eyeing them and Charlie, not understanding what happened. Charlie was acting as if Y/n done something to him, as if he lost interest in her.

During the whole meeting Y/n wasn't herself and all the boys besides Charlie seemed to notice that. She felt like crying when he read a romantic poem and said he wrote it for Gloria. Then Charlie read another poem, not as romantic, but clearly targeted at a girl, and announced it was for Tina.

What hurt Y/n the most was the fact that she really thought things between her and Charlie are fine. She didn't love him, of course, but she felt attached, she liked him romantically and thought he feels the same about her. Why did he suddenly start ditching her? What did these girls have that Y/n didn't? What was wrong with her?

Y/n had enough, she couldn't stand another minute in that cave with these girls. She looked at her watch and pretended to be surprised at how fast the time had gone, although this meeting felt like an eternity.

"It's so late!" She exclaimed theatrically. "I don't wanna be late to the rehearsal, I'd better go."

The boys' eyes followed Y/n as she almost ran out of the cave. Nobody even managed to say anything.

Neil decided to follow Y/n. Before walking outside, he told others he's also going to the rehearsal, which wasn't really a lie as everyone knew. It was all just awkward.

"Y/n, wait! Wait for me, I wanna talk!" Neil called out.

Y/n was running, Neil's voice made her stop in her tracks. She didn't turn around, but the boy knew she was crying, because he noticed the unusual way her shoulders were quickly raising up and coming down.

Neil jogged up to Y/n and stood next to her. He could see the side of her face as she was looking forward. The girl definitely was crying.

Suddenly, Y/n turned her head to the side in the order to look at Neil. Tears were slowly rolling down her cheeks, the whites in her eyes now had a pink shade.

"Why did he do that?" A question left her mouth, her mouth that were a bit wet from those tears that instead of falling on the ground, found a way into the girl's mouth. "Am I not enough?"

She felt truly bad about herself. She was afraid those girls might be more interesting, prettier, funnier, just better than her. There must have been a factor that made Charlie choose them over her. It hurt so much to be just an option.

"You're more than enough, Y/n." Neil assured. "You're the sweetest girl I've ever met and if I were Charlie-"

He didn't manage to finish the sentence, when Y/n snapped at him aggressively.

"But you're not Charlie." Y/n paused. When she noticed how aggressively she's talking to Neil without a reason, she changed the tone of her voice. "You're Neil, you're kind and charming and you care about everyone and you're not as reckless as Charlie."

"See, I think you answered your own question right here. Why did he do that? Simply because he's reckless. That's Charlie."

"So there's nothing wrong with me?"

When Y/n looked Neil deeply in his eyes, she wasn't crying anymore. There were still signs of crying, but the tears had dried, the girl was calm.

"Nothing at all," Neil smiled lightly at her, "you're perfect the way you are."

That comment made Y/n blush and as a way of trying to hide it, the girl looked down at her shoes. Neil chuckled at that action and put his hand lightly on Y/n's jawline to make her look back at him.

"I've liked you ever since I met you," he confessed, "I was planning on asking you out before Charlie interrupted us, the day you met him."

Y/n was speechless because of Neil's confession. He was standing really close, there was barely any space between them. Instead of talking, Y/n let Neil kiss her. Y/n's lips tasted a bit salty from the dried tears, but it didn't bother Neil.

It was neither a long nor short kiss, it was just perfectly timed. A calm, not hungry kiss, so different from kisses Y/n received from Charlie. Charlie always kissed as if the world was going to end, he did it rapidly and often rough, it felt as if he was in a rush. Neil on the other hand kissed as if he knew the world was ending, but he didn't care about it. The world could be ending, but he was calm, because he was with the person he adored. He was dominating, his lips were telling Y/n's lips what to do, but not in a rough way.

"What will Charlie say when he finds out?" Y/n asked when she and Neil parted from each other.

"Love, I think he'll be alright," Neil chuckled, "he's Charlie, he's always alright."

Not waiting for Y/n to say anything more, Neil pecked the girl's lips once again, but this time it was quick.

"Come on, let's go now," he grabbed her hand, "don't wanna be late to the rehearsal, do we?"

#Dead Poets Society #Dead Poets Society x reader #Neil Perry #Charlie Dalton #Neil Perry x reader #Charlie Dalton x Reader #Neil Perry one shot #Charlie Dalton one shot #Dead Poets Society one shot #Dead Poets Society imagine #dps fanfic #dps imagine #dps fandom #dps x reader #neil perry imagine #charlie dalton imagine

[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...

#pancake stories #dead poets society #dead poets society fandom #dead poets society fanfiction #dps fandom #dps fanfiction #dps imagine #dps boys #dps headcanons #dps #steven meeks #gerard pitts #neil perry #todd anderson #knox overstreet #richard cameron #charlie dalton #nuwanda #and possibly more

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Todd having a crush on Neil’s sister would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Hope this is what you were looking for!)

- Sociability and tradition: those are the two overarching ideals of the Perry household. To be a Perry is to strive for perfection; or at least strive for the perfection that which your father believes in, and that perfection is molded by the aforementioned values. 

- Sociability: you’re raised to be polite and to impress the people your father introduces you to. You’re raised to be an upstanding citizen who attends dinner parties with charming smiles and who your fathers friends will pester their own children about, urging them to be more like you. 

- Tradition: you’ve been taught all your life to fit into the role which society has carved out for you. Your brother is going to be a doctor, you’ll be a mild mannered housewife, and the two of you will make your parents proud. 

- So, you’re either a carbon copy of your brother or the complete opposite of him. You’ve either leaned more towards the first ideal and became more outgoing or you leaned towards the second and became more introverted; it’s up to you to decide which fits you best. 

- If you’re shy, Neil would assume that introducing the two of you would be good for the both of you; thinking that maybe you could help each other break out of your shells. If you’re more outgoing, he’d think that you’d be able to provide Todd with something he himself couldn’t: confidence around women and an understanding and feminine touch.

- You’re pretty; very pretty, and you’re also accepting and sweet and a girl that’s more or less forced to be around him; yet never one that acts as if that’s the case. You act as though he’s a normal part of your visits to your brother and that you like having him there. He never feels awkward that he’s in the middle of a family reunion because you never make him feel that way; never once. 

- Todd’s almost certain that Neil’s warned you about the way that he is but at the same time, he isn’t sure. You have this natural way of wrapping him around your finger, persuading him to trust you and being patient with him in a way that doesn’t feel purposeful or belittling. 

- The two of you connect. He’s still shy but you push on and talk with him; even though he averts his eyes and stutters or talks so quietly that you almost can’t hear him at all. You ask him for book recommendations and you ramble on to him about poetry: you make him feel normal and that’s something very few people in his life have managed to accomplish. 

- His crush on you is almost instantaneous: a boy starved of feminine attention tends to form attachments fairly quickly and easily. He thinks you’re pretty right away, but it doesn’t take long for true feelings to emerge once he takes in your actual personality. After that, it’s a full blown and all consuming crush: one he almost wishes he could take away.

- Sometimes, he can feel himself relaxing around you. He’ll think about making a move, think about asking you out or kissing you and seeing what you do. Sometimes he’ll get really into a conversation then remember how he feels about you; retreating back into himself and becoming that shy boy that you know so well for seemingly no real reason at all. 

- And sometimes, he can barely look Neil in the eye: get’s so nervous that he’ll figure it all out, laughs off his jokes with a rising sense of anxiety and fights the wide eyed expressions that want to cover his face whenever he mindlessly mishears him. He has heart palpitations on the daily and he thinks that if this goes on for much longer, he’ll wind up worrying himself into an early grave. 

- He writes poems about you, ones he hides beneath his mattress or in other places he knows Neil will never look; even if he knows the contents are ambiguous: that even if he did find them, he’d never be able to tell that they were about you. He just knows that he could never lie to him, that he’d crumble and confess the minute he brought them up and that he’d go the rest of the year shunned for his affections for you. 

- But honestly, Todd has nothing to fear but fear himself. He’s worried about Neil's response to his feelings so he does his best to not show anything, yet Neil's anticipated response is so much worse than any reality that would ever plausibly occur. 

- Todd’s seen Neil scoff at the other boys when they make jokes about or flirt with you and he’s seen the way he rolls his eyes, and he’s under the impression that it��s a calm sort of dislike: that there’s a boundary there and that though he might not like the flirting, he may think of it as being harmless and that dating is a whole different story. And though he’s not wrong, he’s also not right.

- Neil isn’t your stereotypical overprotective older brother: he’s independent and you’re independent and he doesn’t have a ridiculously close relationship with you or your typical feelings of brotherly protectiveness. He cares about and loves you, teases you over the dinner table and gives you the best advice he can, but he isn’t getting into any fist fights or yelling matches over you. The most he’ll do is tell someone to knock it off if they’re bothering you in front of him; but even Charlie’s flirtation doesn’t really grind his gears.

- And he’s noticed the way Todd looks at you and the way you look at him: the two of you are the two people he pays the most attention to and honestly, he thinks it would be good for both of you. 

- If there’s anyone in the group that Neil would feel completely comfortable having his sister in the hands of: it’s meek and shy and awkward Todd; he’s honestly more worried for his friend than he is you. 

- Which is why Neil makes the first move.

-  He’s sitting on the radiator one night and he just decides to say it. “Todd, why don’t you take my sister out?”

- Todd splutters and thinks he’s misheard him, turning to face him red faced and wide eyed and asking him an incredulous “what?” as Neil merely smile, shrugs and halfheartedly repeats himself. 

“Take her out.” He says quietly, in that gentle tone reserved only for his shyest of friends. 

- Todd asks if he’s being serious and Neil responds with a casual “unless you don’t want to”: just to be sure he hasn’t actually misconstrued the situation; even though he’s pretty much certain that he hasn’t. 

- And Todd is quiet for several moments before he speaks again: “What does she like: I mean, is the diner okay?”. And Neil decides that yeah, the two of you are going to be alright....

#80s movie imagine #todd anderson imagine #todd anderson imagines #todd anderson headcanons #todd anderson headcanon #dead poets society imagine #dead poets society imagines #dead poets society headcanons #dead poets society headcanon #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #dps imagine #neils sister!reader #neil perry imagine

[mindful-of-ideas]

TW: suicide (not explicit/graphic but lots of talks about it)

A/N: We’ll just pretend like Neil didn’t actually die, it was a failed suicide attempt. I won’t go into details, so imagine whatever you want.

This was probably the worst Christmas ever. Not because your brother, Neil, was still in the hospital. Not because your parents were arguing all the time. Because you were alone. And being alone sucks. So yes, this was the worst Christmas.

After learning about Neil’s attempt. Your mom begged you to come back home early, while your dad couldn’t care less, as long as your grades didn’t suffer from it. You were generally appreciated by your teachers and managed to get out of school a week earlier. Anyway, you did agree with your mom, you had to come back home, not for them but for Neil.

He and you had always been close growing up. You weren’t the best at making friends and often you would just hang out with him. Never did he make you feel like you weren’t welcome. As you grew up, your bond only got stronger. You could talk about anything with him, share even your deepest and darkest thoughts, and he could do the same. Hence, you knew he wasn’t doing all too well. But you also knew that he had just met someone, someone marvellous, who could change his life. Maybe naively, you thought that this boy was enough to keep the darkness at bay, but you were wrong.

No matter how much your dad was blaming himself. No matter how much your mom was blaming herself. No matter how much Todd was blaming himself. No matter how much Neil’s friends were blaming themselves.

You were the one to blame.

“We are not having Christmas dinner tomorrow night!” you heard your dad scream from downstairs.

“Yes, we are! Neil is getting out tomorrow,” said your mom.

“Christmas dinner is on the 24th, after mass. That’s how it’s always been and how it will always be. That’s it!”

“Well, I’m not cooking anything!”

“Yes, you will be!”

This didn’t sound good at all. You wanted to get out of the house before something else happened. You tiptoe out of your room and quietly made your way downstairs. Your mom said something you couldn’t quite hear.

“Women!” said your dad in retaliation.

You froze. You didn’t want to, because you had to get out. But it was like this massive weight had suddenly dropped on your chest and you couldn’t do anything. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult. You tried your hardest to calm down, but you couldn’t focus your eyes on anything. Everything was blurry.

“Sweetie, are you going on your Christmas walk?” your mom suddenly asked.

That snapped you out of it.

“Y-yes… I won’t be too long.”

And quickly you put on your coat and boots and headed out.

Your Christmas walk was actually Neil and your Christmas walk. Usually, on Christmas Eve, you would go on a walk, just the two of you, catching up on the months you spent apart. You would walk for as long as you needed, sometimes not even talking, just enjoying each other’s presence and the quietness of the winter day.

And so you walked alone for a while, not really knowing where to go.

“Y/N!” someone called out.

You turned just in time to see Charlie almost fall head first in the snow trying to put on his coat and boots at the same time. Charlie while Neil’s best friend. Well, even more than that, he was his childhood best friend. You knew him too, of course, you were even close to him once upon a time. But high school and Welton got in the way, and you barely saw each other anymore.

“Y/N, wait up!”

“Hi, Charlie.”

“Hey,” he said, finally reaching you, “would you…”

He dropped down and started tying his boots.

“Yeah, I’ll wait.”

After a minute, he got up again.

“Hi,” he said, smiling.

“Hi.”

“How are things, is Neil back home?”

“Um… things are… okay… Neil is only coming back tomorrow though, I thought you knew.”

“No, I tried to call to ask, but your dad hung up on me.”

“That’s not fair!”

“It’s okay…”

“It’s absolutely not okay! You deserve to know! My dad’s a jerk anyway.”

“Why are you… did something happen?”

He sounded more worried than you would’ve thought. Charlie was, well, Charlie. You couldn’t go telling him how much you hated your dad and how much life at home had been hell since Neil’s attempt. So you didn’t say anything.

The both of you kept on walking for a while, aimlessly, in silence.

“So were you like waiting for me to walk down the street,” you finally asked, breaking the silence.

“No, well, Neil once told me about your Christmas walks and I thought maybe I could catch you, see how things were, but I wasn’t like camping out at the window or anything, that would be totally weird… I wasn’t being weird…”

“What did Neil tell you?” you asked, completely avoiding his awkwardness.

“Just that you would go on walks on Christmas Eve.”

You fell silent again. You walked down a couple more streets.

“How was school?” he asked.

“Okay, probably not as fun as your semester. Professor Keating, right?”

“Yeah, he was cool…”

Silence again. A few more streets.

“Having a nice Christmas,” you asked.

“As good as it can get with…”

Silence. More walking.

You weren’t really keeping track of where you were walking, and suddenly you were at the edge of a forest. When you were a kid, you used to go out there and play for hours, pretending to do magic and talking to forest spirits. That was until your dad learned about it and firmly made you understand you weren’t allowed there ever again. He was right, for once, because the forest had absolutely no path. Even on a sunny day, you could easily get lost and on days like this Christmas eve, you could easily die if you didn’t make it back out.

You weren’t thinking anymore, only walking.

“Y/N?” said Charlie, grabbing your wrist.

You wriggle free of his grip and kept walking.

“Y/N!” he said, grabbing your wrist again, this time pulling you to him.

You didn’t even react and almost crashed into him. You were so close, you had to look up to meet his eyes.

“Y/N, what was that? You were like a ghost! You could die of like hypothermia if you headed out there! That’s not like you to act like that!”

“Maybe it is…”

“You… Y/N…” he said softly, “I need you, you can’t… you can’t do that!”

He pulled you closer to him, one hand wrapping around your waist, the other pushing your head down on his shoulder. And you cried. And cried and cried and cried. You cried until there wasn’t any force left in you for you to cry even more. Then slowly you pulled away from him. You looked up, only to see that his eyes were red. He gently placed a hand and your cheek, wiping a single tear before it froze.

“I know I’m being selfish by saying that I need you, but it’s the truth. I won’t shy away from it. But you got to find your own reasons to stay, you can’t just do it for me. But I’ll help you if you want me to.”

You smiled at him. A genuine smile, that was probably the first since you heard about Neil.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Now come on,” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the forest, ”I hope you like turkey, cause my mom made way too much! And we’ll call your parents to invite them once we’re home.”

“Did your mom make her apple pie?”

“You bet she did, why?”

“We should save some for Neil.”

“Then we will!”

#dead poets society imagine #charlie dalton imagine #reader x charlie dalton #charlie imagine #reader x charlie #mindful-of-ideas #charlie dalton #charlie #gale hansen #neil perry #dead poets society #Benedict Queuecumberbatch #this is the first of the christmas post hopefully I queued it correctly #there will be more lighthearted imagines do not worry #(and another few darker ones) #dps #dps imagine #dead poets fandom #dead poets fanfic #christmas imagine #tw suicide

[dps-cheeks]

I really want more Meeks and Charlie imagines and headcanons with the reader, not just them individually with the reader but also them together with the reader as well.......Is that so wrong to ask.....

#dead poets society #dps imagine #dead poets society x reader #dps fandom #dead poets society headcanons #dead poets society imagine #dps x reader #dead poets society one shot #dead poets society imagines

[mrmrsman]

I'd love to see a dpxdc story where the Justice League knows about Amity Park and the Ghosts the whole time, and does think the ghosts are rogues to be addressed. Doesn't agree with the GIW, maybe doesn't even know about them? THE IMPORTANT PART.

The Red Huntress is the only active vigilante in Amity Park, according to the JL. Phantom is marked as one of her rogues. Maybe the Fentons even are marked as rogues from all the property damages and random shooting/sliming of citizens. Valarie is the only person successfully taking care of the ghosts, masking and suiting up in the classic vigilante way the whole time.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #honestly i feel like the opinion im imagining the jl having towards the giw is #on our side technically but wholey incompetent as an organization #anyway i wanna see Valerie get recruited for yj type stuff #because she is in world so much more obvious as a vig working in amity #and Danny maybe a bit jealously sneaking along with her on her missions #and ending up working with her kinda like in life lessons

[that-one-weird-cloud0]

Danny: *just chilling on the couch while being very still™️ at the Wayne Manor*

Clark: *comes to visit*

Clark: hey Bruce?

Bruce: yes?

Clark: why is there a dead child in your living room?

Bruce: what 0-0

Danny: oh shit

Danny: *starts up heartbeat* better?

Clark: *even more freaked out*

#someone commented this on another post #and omg I love #just imagine Danny hearing this and immediately panicking #like oh shit forgot to start my heart this morning #shit am I breathing today? #why did they have to notice it takes energy to do living things :( #Batfam: Danny are you alright? #Danny: yup! #Clark: no no he was dead he didn’t have a heartbeat for like 20 minutes since I’ve been here #Danny: don’t fucking blow my cover Boy Scout #Batfam: Danny are your dead? 🥺 #Danny: yes—Wait no that’s not I’m not a ghost #Batfam: wut #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny phantom #dcxdp #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #batfam #dc x dp prompt

[writersmacchiato]

Charlie Dalton? Got into a real dps mood after watching the movie lol

part time lover, full time friend (anyone else but you by the moldy peaches)

. . .

charlie dalton.

you had known him for years. there wasn't a part of you; for better or worse, that he hadn't seen. and you had seen him, for him, those moments that were so fleeting because he kept his true self so hidden from others, from you.

it was only natural that you developed feelings that veered toward the more romantic sort. of course, you were content to only be part of his life as a friend. it was easier that way.

and it was only natural that charlie ruined the content delusional world you lived in when he kissed you at a party.

full of liquor, feeling like you might be sick any minute, that all vanished when charlie placed that gentle kiss to your lips. full and sure of himself.

his thumb swiping over your cheek in a tender moment that twisted your heart painfully because...

because it was one thing to dream and fantasize about what it would be like to have this moment with charlie. to love him. to have him. but now that you had a small taste, it made the longing harder to bear.

especially when it happened again. and again. and again. until you came to expect it at least once when you attended a party with him.

it was only a matter of when, not if, your heart would give out - unable to take any more of this torture.

. .

charlie was a coward.

he knew it with every sweet kiss he bestowed upon you, it would be easier if they were passionate, lust-filled. an easy excuse. but it was never like that with you.

you were safe, you were comfort, you were home.

so of course he fell in love with you. he just couldn't tell you that because it was selfish, you deserved better than him.

he couldn't help, though, the careful way he touched you after a kiss. wanting the moment to linger, waiting for his heart to steady, hoping you would say something this time.

instead he pulls away, and instead of taking the risk, acts like the friend he's been for years until he can't resist his heart's pull to you.

. .

you're waiting for the train, shivering from the wind that is blowing through the open station. charlie leans against you, arm offering warmth, and maybe something else. you don't know anymore.

the train is late, the attendant had said so, but you didn't mind much.

conversation had been flowing for a while but dropped off into silence. and you didn't mind that either.

it was exhausting talking to charlie like there wasn't a giant elephant in every moment with him, screaming 'i love you i love you i love you'.

the train whistles and you look down the tracks to watch it approach, but you sigh when it's the wrong one. more waiting. passengers get on and off.

it leaves the station and there is a sudden darkness that takes over the area. you can see a few splatters of stars in the sky.

you turn to charlie, he's been too quiet, but when you turn he kisses you softly. a barely there peck.

completely sober, not an ounce of inebriation, looking at you with a look that sets your heart racing.

"can you forgive me for being a fool?"

you kiss him somehow, it's clumsy, you're smiling too much. and you almost knock charlie off balance, but he remains firm. returning the kiss with force.

"i think i can."

full time friend made into a full time lover.

#charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society x reader #dps x reader #dps imagine #charlie dalton #dead poets society #dps #dead poets society imagine #charlie dalton imagine #cam's ask game <3 #<<<< that will be my tag for the ask game !! #i hope you enjoy this!!

[ash5monster01]

hii!! could you write something for charlie dalton and an insecure reader (they are already dating)? ive been feeling kind of ugly lately😭😭 tysm

I’m so sorry this has taken me so long, I hope everything has been going okay. Insecurities can really suck sometimes, but we just have to remember we’re all beautiful in our own way <3

Perfectly Me

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, self doubt, insecurities, anxiety

Summary: Dating cool and confident Charlie is proven to be hard when most of the time you’re insecure about everything about yourself.

word count: 1.1k

Masterlist

Charlie had always been Charlie. You weren’t entirely sure where he got it from. Somehow after all these years in boarding school he had found a confidence that set him apart from the others. You had never met anyone else that had lived life with their chin so high and smile so wide. He was confident, fun, popular, and you felt everything but. When he had chosen you it was shocking. How could daring and brave Charlie seek out the only girl that kept her head ducked and mouth shut. Yet somehow he did and everyday since you had been questioning why.

Especially on days like today. Days where Charlie’s laugh bellowed loudly through the lunch room as you sat quiet as a mouse beside him. Girls looked on with adoring looks and boys laughed after every sentence that left his mouth. His presence was large, everyone saw him, everyone liked him. It was so intense that as you sat beside the boy you loved you felt more invisible then ever, especially to him. He didn’t see you, there is no way he could have. You were nothing but an inanimate object beside him and you had only ended up in this position from a cruel trick of fate. Not only were you now invisible but humiliated because you couldn’t compare to him. You never could.

When the bell sounds you’re the first out the door. You didn’t want to wait and see if Charlie even acknowledged you, it would hurt too much if he didn’t. You barely went noticed as you left anyway so it would be no surprise if he didn’t notice either. But he did. His proud look turning into one of confusion as he spotted your form rushing away. He had wanted to kiss you, stare into your pretty eyes for a moment longer, but you were gone in the blink of an eye. He wondered why, it almost feeling like you were trying to escape him. This very thought plagued him the rest of the day as he awaited a moment to see you again.

Once classes were over it took him forever to find you. He felt like he had turned Welton upside down in search of you until he finally found you curled up on a window seat in the library. Your eyes were cast downward at the book in your hands, your forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window where you sat. You were so beautiful and his heart yearned deeply for you in that very moment. He wished you didn’t feel so far away. He just wanted you two to be okay. As much as he talked about always having a girlfriend he never thought he’d be lucky enough to have one, especially you.

“Found you” you jump slightly at the sound of his husky voice. He’s lifting your feet and sliding beside you before you can react. He doesn’t make any notion that the window is cold against his back as he finally looks at you.

“I wasn’t hiding” you finally say, a bit nervous in his presence which you hated.

“Felt like it” the sad way he drops his gaze from you makes your heart clench. You hadn’t meant to hurt him but he had unintentionally been hurting you.

“I know” you whisper and Charlie looks up to see the sad expression you wear, one that matched his own.

“Can you tell me why?” he asks and you notice how small he seems here. He isn’t loud and proud Charlie, he’s your boyfriend who’s afraid you’re going to say something that hurts him and even worse you know what you have to say is going too.

“I don’t know why you’re with me Charlie” you say, officially closing your book and giving him your full attention.

“What do you mean?” he asks and you bring your hands to your face, sighing into them before looking up again.

“I’m not like you Charlie. You’re good looking, popular, outgoing. I’m just not” you say, exasperated and tired of not only being insecure about everything else in your life but about this too.

“Yes you are!” and this has you chuckling dryly, so tired of being lied to.

“No Charlie, I know it, you know it, and the rest of these imbeciles do too” you say, arms crossing over you chest and Charlie sighs as he presses a hand to his forehead.

“You are to me” he says calmly and you feel your heart rate accelerate at the confession. Charlie dares a glance at you to see your face flooded with sadness and confusion. He had never meant to make you feel small. “You’re the only girl for me. Maybe you’re not all that outgoing but that’s okay. I need someone who is going to bring me down to earth. I wanted to kiss my girlfriend today before she left after lunch and instead I watched her run away from me. I don’t try to make you feel worthless, I’m just so used to being loud and bold to hide the fact that I’m terrified my life won’t turn out the way I want it to. The only thing I’m sure of is you”

“Is that true?” you ask and Charlie chuckles even though none of this conversation is meant to be funny.

“It’s the most true thing I’ve said all week” he tells you and finally you take a good look at your doe eyed boyfriend. His floppy brown hair hangs in his eyes and the crooked smile on his face is still only ever directed at you. He loves you the way you love him, for all the things neither of you are. So you scoot forward and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry I assumed the worst of you” you tell him and he gives you a tight lipped smile that you happily lean forward and kiss.

“I’m sorry I expected too much of you” Charlie apologizes in return and you smile before locking your lips with his own again. Pulling yourself closer to him your book slides from your lap and lands with a loud thud that has you both giggling quietly in the back corner of the library. Charlie doesn’t care about the attention it might’ve brought and kisses you good and hard again.

The best thing about Charlie is no matter how insecure you are, at least he will always be there for you. You balanced each other out and balance was the most important key to life. Balance love, balance work and art, and you shall be free.

#charlie dalton x femreader #charlie dalton fic #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton fanfic #charlie dalton dps #charlie dalton smut #charlie dalton imagine #charlie dps #charlie dalton series #charlie dalton #gale hansen #dps imagine #dps au #dps fanfiction #dps boys #dps fic #dps fandom #dps #dps headcanons #dead poets society imagines #dead poets society series #dead poets society #dead poets society fandom #dead poets society fanfiction #neil perry #todd anderson #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #knox overstreet

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Hey, does anyone remember that one episode of the OG teen titans where it was that contest of champions or whatever? Becuase...

"Welcome, champions all! I am the Master of Games, and you are hereby invited to compete in the Tournament of the Strongest! Each of you have been specially chosen as the smartest and strongest each species has to offer."

"Hey, isn't that a fourteen-year-old?"

#dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #c: danny fenton #teen titans #i'm just imagining this as the best of the best #batman's there aquaman's there wonder woman's there #along with a ton of villains too #and then there's danny who looks like a wet sock of a human boy #is danny there representing ghosts or halfas #bc if he represents halfas then who is representing ghosts #the strongest of ghosts... pariah dark??? #but if he's representing ghosts then vlad must be representing halfas #“The Champion of Ghosts Pariah Dark... was not invited because screw that guy!”

[regonold]

I kinda want danny who's been adopted by the wanyes to be schmoozing it up at a gala (because listen nothing is funnier than the image of Gotham elites being like oh whats this one's gimmick cus all the other's have something only for danny to just be a dude) only for like the giw to raid the place to get danny ( cus he's a ghost? Cus he's a Fenton? Who knows)

Only for danny to pick up a bottle chug it smash it and vault out a window shouting you'll never catch me alive

Now this increases his reputation with most Gothamites and rouges and absolutely worries the fuck out of the batfam why is the government chasing you danny and hiw are you so good at running

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc prompt #listen i just want danny to jump out a window is that so much to ask? #not for bad reasons #just #imagine it danny screaming and leaping pulling all the jack fenton energy he can

[bet-on-me-13]

The Bat-Adoption Papers are literal Magic Contracts

So! In the Deified Batman AU (the AU where the Belief of the peoples of Gotham accidentally Ascended Batman to minor godhood), the Bat Adoption Papers would be a fun concept.

Batman is a God of The Night, Fear, and Protection. Specifically, the protection of Children, which is one of his biggest motivators. Meaning, it's a big part of his Divine Domain.

So when he, a God of Protection and Children, adopts his own Child? It's kind of a big deal.

His Adoption Papers basically become Magical Contracts that claim Dick to him as his own Son, basically turning Dick into a Demigod by the fact that he is the Son of a God.

Then each time Batman adopts a kid, they become a Demigod as well. Maybe after enough time, and after they forge their own Identities, they could become Minor Gods of their own? Idk, fun idea

Why do I bring this up?

Well, when Danny eventually joins the JLA, and runs into Batman, all he sees in a God of the Night, who takes one look at him, and then pulls out a Magical Binding Contract from his Belt.

Needless to say, he books it.

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #If they did become God's I like to imagine what their Domains would be #Dick becomes The Nightwing #God of Protection Jovality and Children #Jason becomes The Red Hood the God of Wrath Revenge and Protection #Tim becomes The Red Robin God of Intellect Mystery and Restaurants (heh) #Steph becomes The Spoiler Goddess of Mystery Puzzels and Fun (even though she never got adopted. Nobody really knows how she pulled it off) #Cass becomes The Orphan Goddess of Darkness Silence and Mercy #Duke is basically already a Demigod but be would be the God of Light Darkness and Riddles #Damien would be the God of Art Redemption and Animals #Danny saw a God who had multiple children bound by Contract and then saw him pull out that same contract while staring at him #He is rightfully scared #I imagine Constantine has tried to get adopted before so he can get in on that Demigod Making Contract #But he doesn't fit the bill for Adoption #Also he's old enough to be Bruce's Dad sooo... #Bruce is only vaguely aware of how his kids managed to Ascend #He doesn't know it was the Adoption Papers that did it #Also his “Adoption Sense” could actually be a legitimate Power of his now that I think about it

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Gerard Pitts dating a tall girl would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Height has never really mattered to Gerard: he barely even recognizes it anymore because he’s just so used to being tall-er . Standing at around six foot and three inches, Gerard's been reaching things off of top shelves for everyone around him since his freshman year of high school and that’s just the way it’s always been.

- But that’s precisely the reason that Gerard first took notice of you: you were not considerably shorter than him. In fact, you were only a mere few inches shorter than him and you weren’t even wearing heels.

- That being said: if we’re being realistic, your height probably wasn’t actually the first thing that he noticed about you. The first thing he noticed was how pretty you were and how you’d smiled at him when the two of you first met eyes. The realization that you could run into his chin if you weren’t careful only came after he was able to shake himself from the trance that your attention had put him in.

- Gerard’s always been a bit of an awkward nerd so having any woman's attention is thoroughly welcomed; regardless of their height or appearance. But even if he wasn’t, he’s the sort of person who just doesn’t care. He likes you and that’s all that matters. 

- Lucky for him, you’re an absolute dime piece.

- The 1960s had it’s fair share of supermodels and a good few of them were tall as hell; Verushka was 6′3 and Jean Shrimpton was 5′9, so in a way, you sort of remind him of a model. He see’s you as being a sort of trophy girlfriend; in the nicest way possible: someone who’s wanted by many but capable of being “handled” by very few. You’d dwarf most of the other men who are after you but you don’t dwarf him and as silly as that is; trust him he knows its silly, he still takes a bit of pride in it. 

- Maybe tallness wasn’t incredibly in during the 60′s, but slimness certainly was and if you’re tall, you’re a bit more likely to be that ideal, willowy shape. 

- And if you are a bit willowy then you can fit into his clothes!!! No more borrowing your boyfriends coat and having it ride up on your wrists or only cover half of your butt: you and Gerard can swap sweaters and trousers whenever you want and the two of you do so quite often; much to the amusement of the other dead poets. 

- He enjoys having someone squashed to his chest during a hug just as much as the next person but he can’t deny the fact that he likes the feeling of your …ahem, breasts pressed against his chest. Shit is soft as hell and it’s something he could definitely get used to. 

- He’s to grown love the feeling of his face in your neck/your face in his neck; particularly during hugs and dances. The two of you can slow dance and comfortably rest your chins on each others shoulders and it’s just an overall warm and fuzzy feeling. 

- Your arms are the perfect length to hold hands with each other and it’s wonderful. 

- No more having to compromise when you’re both in a big crowd: the two of you can stand next to each other happily because you’re both the same height; no blocking people at the front or having to have him lift you up when you’re in the back. Just two beanstalks enjoying the moment. 

- Slotting your legs when you sit together or constantly being thigh to thigh because tables and booths are really small and both of your legs are really long. 

- Can the two of you fit on a bed together; particularly in a tiny little dorm room bed? You might not, but you are determined to make it work; even if he consistently winds up with hair in his face because you’re not short enough to curl up into his middle when the two of you spoon. 

- I doubt that Gerard's ever managed to kiss anyone before, but if he had, I think he’d be pretty happy with his newfound ability to kiss his significant other without having to bend and hurt either of their necks. The two of you are more or less face to face and can comfortably kiss whenever you want and that’s something that neither of you take for granted. 

- He may or may not call you Sally in reference to “Long Tall Sally”, or Nancy from Attack of the 50 foot woman.

- He also may or may not be compelled to wear a dress or bra of yours; completely out of curiosity and because he thinks it would be funny. The two of you probably do a genderswap Halloween costume or do it when the two of you have a day to yourselves for no real reason at all. 

- Overall, the two of you have an absolutely adorable relationship and after years of being shunned for your height, you’ve finally found a guy that’s not only taller than you, but who’s also a dork who’s head over heels and who treats you like a queen. And boy does it feel good....

#gerard pitts imagine #gerard pitts headcanons #gerard pitts imagines #gerard pitts headcanon #dead poets society imagine #dead poets society imagines #dead poets society headcanons #dead poets society headcanon #80s movie imagines #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #dps imagine