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meekish-behavior · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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inahallucination · 2 years

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short anderperry drabble becuz i think about neil’s freckles a lot

Todd kissed him a lot. Not just the long sensual make out sessions where they ended up having to pull away to calm down. Or the good morning and good night pecks. Or kisses on the cheeks when Neil did something cute. Or those forehead kisses when Neil did something he was proud of.

But little kisses scattered all over Neil. Near his lip, above his eyebrow, a little over his cheekbone, on the back of his ear, little spots on his shoulder, and more than Neil could count.

It took Neil an embarrassing amount of time to realize that each kiss was being lovingly pressed into his freckles.

Neil had asked Todd about it, on a late Wednesday evening, the rain pounding outside, Neil on his back and Todd laying over him, in the process of kissing the freckle above Neil’s brow.

Todd had looked down at him and pecked the tip of his nose and told him, “I think they’re cute. I don’t know, I just like kissing them.”

Neil had never felt insecure about his freckles, sure. But he’d never thought of them as anything interesting, they were just there.

But now, when he noticed them when looking in the mirror, his face would pleasantly heat up. Suddenly his freckles were one of Neil’s favorite parts of himself.

It was strange, Neil thought, as he noticed another freckle on his hand that wasn’t there before, how much Todd influenced him.

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meekish-behavior · 2 years

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The Dead Poets: Band Edition

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(Details under the cut <3)

Neil Perry: Main Vocalist, Frontman

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

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

Todd Anderson: Lead Producer

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

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

Charlie Dalton: Lead Guitarist, Vocals

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

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

Stephen Meeks: Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals

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

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

Gerard Pitts: Rhythm Guitar

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

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

Knox Overstreet: Drums, Backing Vocals

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

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

Richard Cameron: Keyboard, Management

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

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

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

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

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inahallucination · 2 years

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anderperry drabble :D

Neil’s hands were warm.

Well, Neil was always a little warm, so Todd already knew this. But he never realized how warm his hands were until their fingers were interlocked and their palms were pressed against each other. His hands were a little bigger than Todd’s, palm a little wider and fingers a little longer -- perfectly made to hold Todd’s hand. Like Neil and Todd were made for each other.

Todd flushed at the thought and Neil, sitting next to him -- hand in hand, shoulders brushing, knees pressed together, inside the chill of the winter seething into the cave where the boys had all gathered -- shot him a curious look.

Todd ignored it, flushing harder. He’d been doing that a lot since he met Neil. Losing himself into thoughts about these things. About how Neil’s hair fell perfectly into place and how it was always so soft, perfect for dragging his own fingers through. Or of how Neil’s arms were safe and warm and whenever they wrapped themselves around Todd, Todd felt safe and loved and complete. He wasn’t sure how to express all this to Neil, so whenever Neil noticed his flustered state, he brushed it off.

Perhaps that’s why, Neil tightened his hold onto Todd’s hand.

And, as Knox read yet another love poem in the background, and as the other poets fondly rolled their eyes, but listened nonetheless; perhaps that’s why Neil brought their joined hands forward to himself.

“Both have the strength“ Knox’s voice faded into the melody of the wind howling outside and of the little pat pat of insects hopping around.

Neil brought their linked hands up to his face, keeping his eyes on Todd. Hand in hand, eye to eye.

“and both the length thereof,”

Todd watched with a soft blush heating up his cheeks as Neil pressed the back of Todd’s hand against his own cheek. He leaned a bit into the touch of Todd’s hand, smiling warmly and eyes thick with love that left Todd breathless.

“both of us”

then Neil dragged their hands to his lip and pressed a soft loving kiss on Todd’s knuckles. His lips lingered as he closed his eyes and then opened them to gaze at Todd through his lashes.

“of the love which makes us one”

And though Todd and Neil had kissed and touched and loved each other for a while now, Todd couldn’t stop the tingle that started where Neil’s lips brushed and traveled up his arm and through his entire body. he gazed at Neil with what was probably the sappiest look ever and Neil gazed back warmly once again pressing the back of Todd’s and against his own cheek and holding it. Fingers linked.

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