#mr.keating

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n/a: my english is not good so i'm sorry if i made a mistake 🤍 !

🍂 todd anderson & neil perry ;

Todd is a shy and insecure guy, though he finds it hard to admit he is constantly wondering if he's good enough for Neil. Neil is the type of guy who wouldn’t care whether his boyfriend is quiet or not. He fell in love with Todd because he took the time to understand and get to know him in a way no one else ever had, and in the same way Todd fell in love with him.

It would all began because Neil was part of a project with his classmates. At first, Todd didn’t pay much attention to it but when he began to notice Neil's absence from the dorm he started to think that maybe Neil would feel better without his company and would end up sinking into his own depression. I don’t see Todd as a jealous guy, but as insecure. So when he saw Neil laughing uncontrollably with his friends, Todd would sigh and walk away, which Neil began to notice. He would approach to talk about it and Todd would admit his insecurity. Neil would smile and then kiss him, taking him along to every meeting with his classmates.

🍂 knox overstreet & charlie dalton ;

Charlie is definitely a jealous guy but so would Knox, so they would always have their little arguments. I don’t see them arguing in an aggressive or toxic way but in an ironic way. So when Charlie started to notice the strange closeness between Knox and Neil he couldn’t help but get jealous and told Todd about his theory that they might have something going on, which the poor Todd listened to in silence dying of curiosity (Todd and Neil wouldn't be together yet). But when Pitts overheard such nonsense he couldn’t keep quiet and told Knox about it. This would spark a heated argument in Meeks and Pitts room, with Knox bringing up all the times Charlie hung out with his friends without ever saying anything, while Charlie would sarcastically tell Knox how good he’d look with Neil. Finally Pitts unable to take it anymore, shut them both up and kicked them out of his shared room with Meeks, leaving this two in an awkward situation where both guys ended up reconciling, promising to never doubt each other again. (Would they still be jealous? Yes.)

🍂 steven meeks & gerard pitts ;

These two would have a pretty strange relationship. I don’t see them as the type of couple who shows affection in public or very often, they preferred to keep it for intimate moments. But that didn’t make their friends doubt about their love and they would always tell them how envious they were of their relationship. However a new guy at Welton didn’t seem to notice that these two had something going on and ended up flirting with Steven ALL the time. Steven being the clumsy person he is wouldn’t notice the situation at all, but Pitts would. Gerard would start being more affectionate with Meeks, always holding his hand and giving him (genuine) smiles in class, which the poets would notice and tease Pitts about being jealous of the new guy causing Meeks to be surprised about it. Finally the new guy, seeing how close these two were would shyly step away and never be seen close to the poets again. Pitts would feel very victorious after this, and Charlie (Ironically) would always remind him that he has his respect now.

This is a Dead Poets Society RPG blog for Mr. Keating's wife who resides in London (for fun, obvs) my main account: @lookingglasswolf

Although I am an adult, please keep in mind that this is a sfw blog!

Lady Keating likes;;

~a warm cup of tea on a rainy day by the fire ☕

~playing the cello 🎻

~reading poetry 📖

~dreaming of the day she will once again see her Captain </3

Blogs I will be interacting with:

John Keating - @ask-captain-keating

Neil - @first-unmanned-flying-desk-set

Todd - @social-anxiety-and-poetry

Meeks - @radiofree-america

Pitts - @pittsie-boy

Charlie - @phonecall-fromgod

Knox - @knoxious-overstreet

Chris - @miss-chris-noel

Ginny - @ginnylovestheatre

Stick - @head-of-the-dinner-table

Richard - @therealrichardcameron

Hopkins - @tthe-cat-sat-on-the-mat

Imagine Mr.Keating moving to London after getting fired and romaticising life with his girlfriend. She helps him heal and has a cup of tea handy when he needs it.

The boys still write him letters occasionally. The letters don't always stay frequent, so when Keating finds one in his mailbox he jumps for joy like a child finding a puppy under their Christmas tree.

He keeps every letter glued in a large journal, so if he's feeling low he reads through each one again.

He replies with his usual advice and a fitting poem for inspiration.

Okay, so this wonderful soul had a sweet dps fic idea, and I took upon myself the burden of creating it. @maurice-and-music​ dear I hope that it at least partly resembles what you’ve wished for!

‘Mr. Perry, would you happen to have a second for me?’

Said boy had looked like a disaster. His fluffy brown hair was messier than usual, dark circles were painted under his dark eyes. His smiles was half-hearted lately, if he had smiled at all. So he looked like hell, but if anyone felt the way he felt, they would’ve understood why. Neil Perry had a heart of a hopeless romantic and a brain of a passionate dreamer, but both the romantic and the dreamer had been suffocated lately. They were strangled and stepped on by no other than his own father, who claimed that it was in his best interests. Neil couldn’t believe it but nor he could do anything about it.

He turned around just to face Mr. Keating, who had a kind smile tugged in the corner of his mouth.

‘Of course Captain, always’ he gave the usual half-hearted smile, and they made their way down the hallway, until reaching Keating’s office. Once they were inside and both of them made themselves comfortable, there was a period of silence.

‘How are you feeling?’

‘Good.’

‘How are your grades?’

‘Good.’

‘Good’ though he didn’t smile, the boy saw how his eyes sparkled. He wondered why he was summoned in his office since he was sure that Mr. Keating had something in mind, and not just wanted to check up on him. So he gave voice to the question swirling in him.

‘Captain? Did you wanted to talk about something in particular?

‘Oh, yes!’ exclaimed he. ‘The poem you wrote for the last lesson? I really did like it. You have great potentials in you boy, and if you ever felt like consulting about it, you know where I am to be found.’

Neil felt overjoyed. A feeling that has been avoiding him for so long, he almost forgot what it really did feel like. His father always looked down on him for being interested in poetry, and he got especially bitter when fining one of the works of his son. He called them ‘childish’, ‘silly’ and ‘not worth it’. Sometimes tore them apart. But not Keating.

‘I-I really don’t know what to say’ he stuttered out. ‘I’m glad you liked it.’

His teacher just waved it off, smiling at him.

‘Now off you go, you’re going to be late from latin.’

The boy laughed, said his goodbyes and made his way out of the office. He couldn’t really care about latin at that moment. He just couldn’t be bothered. He was dazzling.

As the boy’s presence was long gone, Keating let out a long and heartful sigh as he leaned back in his chair. He tried to integrate his thoughts while tapping on a piece of paper with his fingers. On that piece of paper was Neil’s mind-blowing, but at the same time heartbreaking poem.

‘ As the cold breeze hits my chest

My heart starts to sing and dance.

‘Hush, little one, hush ‘till you can ‘

I’m scolding him, and he laughs,

But my father’s eyes make him stop.

  I lay my palm on my chest.

He’s still dancing, but no longer feels blessed -

It just like when birds leave behind their nests.

I whisper ‘C’mon little one, we’re gonna rest.’

And after that – everything’s plain cold and dead.’

 After reading the poem for the first time, he knew he has to check up on the boy. He felt this inner duty to keep him warm, keep him safe. Keep him out of harm’s way. So he made a pledge and kept himself to it. Not a day passed that he haven’t paid attention to the boy, - be it lecture, free period, lunch. He talked to him, he gave him tea, he cherished him.

And Neil started to blossom. His half-hearted smiles turned into grins and the yard was often filled with his laughter. The colour in his cheeks was back, right under his high cheekbones, his eyes shimmering vividly. Especially on Keating’s classes. He listened to everything his teacher said in awe and was more than happy to participate as much as he can. He was no longer a shadow of himself. He lived his life deliberately.

After one of the lessons they were chatting about the importance of Keats’ poetry and Keating handed him a cup of lavender tea. They were slurping for a little while, then Neil broke the silence.

‘Captain? Can I be honest?’ with his eyebrows raised high, his teacher nodded. He sighed in return.

‘I don’t think I have a correct way to put this into words, so I’ll just let everything flow as they are. I know that you’ve been keeping an eye on me ever since you’ve read my poem, and I never said a word, but I noticed. I think it’s time that I thank it. You’ve been so good to me like no one else before. You’ve been there for me in the hardest time of my life and hell, you’ve been father to me. A kind of father that I’ve never had’ he wanted to say, but words failed him.

He just sat there, looking into Keating’s eyes, and his gaze said it all. So he just nodded.

Hurt comfort knarlie 😌

Modern! AU

Knox just then realized how exhausted Charlie looked. His eyes were sunken in and underlined by deep black bags, his skin was paler than usual, his hair wasn’t styled, but it went beyond his appearance. Charlie hadn’t been making as many sarcastic remarks, he hadn’t been arguing with Cameron every chance he got, he hadn’t been teasing Neil and Todd when they were being too lovey-dovey. Charlie wasn’t being Charlie. Knox felt the guilt gnawing at his heart. How had he not noticed that his best friend was acting like a totally different person? His attention to the boy was snapped when he heard the group start to get up and get ready to leave the cave. He followed suit, keeping an eye on Charlie and watching the way he lethargically got his coat on and picked up his stuff. As soon as they left the cave, Knox ran up to Neil.

“Hey Neil, you’ve noticed how off Charlie’s been recently right?”

Neil glanced behind him at Charlie, his expression saddening when he saw his tired form.

“Yeah, I tried talking to him about it, he won’t budge though.”

Knox glanced at Charlie from the corner of his eye. He was walking a few paces behind the rest of the group, head hung downwards.

“I’m gonna stay behind with him and talk to him, okay? Don’t wait up, we know the way back.”

“Okay… Knox, don’t press him too hard, okay? Talking about his feelings and his problems has always been scary for him.”

“Don’t worry Neil, I won’t do anything to hurt him, I never would.”

Neil gave him a knowing look before nodding and jogging to catch up with Todd. Knox stayed where he was and waited for Charlie to reach him, walking beside him when he did. He watched him for a minute, wondering if he would speak first, but he was clearly lost in his own little world.

“Charlie, are you okay?”

Charlie snapped his gaze up to meet Knox’s, taking a second to process what he had asked before giving him a weak smile.

“Yeah, I’m all good Knoxious.”

“Charlie, come on, I know you better than that. You’re lying to me”

His shoulders went stiff.

“Knox, I said I’m fine.”

Knox looked at him for a minute before sighing and looking up ahead at the group.

“Look, I know talking about your issues is hard for you, I get it, but you need help like the rest of us, if you ever need to talk-“

“Knox, I said I’m fine! Fucking drop it!”

Knox bit his tongue to refrain from snapping back at him, settling on nodding instead. He didn’t leave his side, he didn’t even think about it.

“Okay. We’re gonna talk when we get back to campus, Cameron is gone for the rest of the week anyway.”

“Knox-“

“No, it’s obvious that something is seriously hurting you and I’m not gonna stand by and watch you get worse and worse. We’ll talk when we get back.”

Charlie went quiet, not arguing any further. He knew Knox, and he knew he wouldn’t give up on this until he got his answers. Charlie may have acted angry and yelled at him, but god, he was so grateful that Knox cared as much as he did. Charlie quickly got absorbed into his own world again, the words of his father from winter break ringing in his ears and jumbling with all his other negative thoughts, but he was pulled out by the feeling of Knox grabbing his hand and interlacing their fingers. Charlie looked down at their joined hands before looking up at Knox, who had his eyes ahead towards the school. Charlie stared at him in awe for a second before smiling softly and looking back down at the ground, subconsciously squeezing his hand slightly, smiling again when he felt Knox squeeze back. Charlie had always been physically affectionate with all of his friends, especially Knox because of his feelings towards him, but none of his friends except Neil ever went out of their way to be physically affectionate back. It meant the world to him.

After about 15 minutes of walking, the group reached the school. Knox and Charlie still hung back a few paces, their hands never leaving each other’s, not even when Neil turned back and saw it, giving them both a knowing smile before turning back and saying goodnight to the rest of the group. Knox and Charlie walked down the hall to the dorms, and as they grew closer to Charlie’s room he could feel his nerves growing. He hated talking about his problems, he felt like such a burden doing it. Charlie dropped Knox’s hand reluctantly when they reached the room and sat down on the edge of his bed, taking his coat and shoes off and watching as Knox did the same.

“Knox, I’m okay, you don’t have-“

“Charlie, please, I’m worried about you, I just want to help.”

Knox sat next to Charlie who never met his eyes, keeping them glued to the floor instead. Knox took the chance to really examine him. His eyes were dull, the usual spark of mischief that danced in them gone. His eyes were underlined in deep purple bags. His skin was a shade lighter than normal, he just looked exhausted. Knox felt anger boil in his chest at who or whatever had made him feel like this.

“When was the last time you slept, Charlie”

“A few nights ago…”

“Jesus Charlie! Seriously?”

“It’s not like I wanted to be up all night!”

“And the last time you ate?”

“Take a guess.”

“Charlie…”

Charlie moved away and sat against his headboard instead, pulling his knees up to his chest.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Knox, I really don’t want to talk about this-“

“Why not? I’m your best friend, I just want to help you”

Charlie snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t bottle this up anymore. As much as he wanted to, it was getting painful, he couldn’t take it.

“Because I’m supposed to be the strong one! I’m supposed to be the one people talk to about their problems, I’m who the group turns to when they have issues! I can’t bother you guys with mine when you have so many of your own!”

He could feel tears pooling up in his eyes. He furiously rubbed them with his hand, desperate not to cry in front of anybody, especially not Knox.

“I don’t want to face my own problems! I don’t want them to be real.”

The way Charlie’s voice dropped and broke as he spoke the last sentence shattered Knox’s heart.

“Charlie, we’re your friends, we appreciate all that you do for us, but we love you, we care about you. You need help too.”

“But I shouldn’t! I’m supposed to be able to just push this all away and ignore it”

“No, no you’re not, no one expects that of you. Talk to me, Char, tell me whatever it is you need to get off your chest, let me help you. You may think you’re supposed to be the strong one, but even the strongest hero’s need backup sometimes.”

Charlie held Knox’s stare for a minute. He felt a tear slip down his face, then other, and suddenly he was sobbing like a little kid. Knox quickly pulled him closer, holding him as securely as he could. Charlie buried his face in his shoulder, arms wrapping desperately around Knox as he sobbed.

“I just-I don't know what’s wrong with me. There-there isn't anything happening, everything been-been going great and I’m just- shit I’m just so sad Knox and I hate it, it hurts”

Knox tightened his grip and rested his head against Charlie’s.

“I know it does Char. You don’t always have to have a reason to be sad, you know. Whether or not there is a reason it’s still real, you’re hurting and it’s okay to hurt”

“I don’t want to anymore, I want-I want it to stop, I want to be happy”

“It’s okay, Char, it’ll be okay, I promise. This isn’t permanent, I promise.”

After about 15 minutes of Charlie crying and letting his feelings and thoughts out, he finally started to calm down. He squeezed Knox once more as a silent thank you before pulling away from the hug, wiping his eyes harshly.

“‘M sorry about all that…”

Knox frowned and grabbed Charlie’s hand, holding it tightly in his own.

“Don’t apologize, Charlie. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But-“

“No, no buts. I’m here for you, that’s what friends do, they listen to each other and help each other. No apologizing needed.”

Charlie went to reply, but was cut off by an abrupt yawn. Knox looked at him carefully, noticing how tired and worn out he looked.

“You look exhausted, Char. You need to sleep.”

Charlie didn’t have the energy to argue, so he simply nodded.

“Do you want to sleep alone? Might be nice to have the room to yourself since Cameron’s back home for spring break.”

“Actually do you think you could- do you think you could stay in here with me?”

He looked up at Knox with an unfamiliar timid look. Knox offered him a warm smile.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want. I’m gonna go grab my pajamas okay?”

Charlie hummed softly in response, standing up to change into his own pajamas. His movements were slow and lethargic, his lack of sleep and food catching up to him. Knox stared at him for a second, a soft sigh leaving his mouth before he turned and left the room. He came back a minute later in his pajamas, knocking on the door to make sure Charlie was decent. He heard a tired groan in response. He opened the door with a giggle, his eyes quickly landing on Charlie’s tired figure now wrapped up in the blankets.

“Jesus, Charlie… don’t ever go that long without sleep again, okay? That can seriously hurt you-“

“You’re starting to sound like Cameron.”

Knox gasped and placed his hand on his heart in mock-offense.

“I’m offended.”

Charlie tiredly giggled, and Knox swore his heart melted right then and there. He shook his head and started making a place for himself to sleep on the floor. Charlie sat up and looked at him, cocking one of his eyebrows up at him.

“What are you doing?”

“I figured Cameron wouldn’t be too happy about me crashing in his bed, so I’m taking the floor?”

“No, absolutely not, come here”

Charlie lifted up the blanket he was engulfed in, ushering for Knox to join him.

“Charlie, I really don’t mind, you need the sleep-“

“How do you know I won’t sleep better with you up here? Come on, I’m cold”

Charlie prayed that he came off confident and sure of himself as he spoke, his nerves over what he said eating him up inside. Knox felt his brain freeze for a second as he processed what Charlie said, but he ignored it, huffing and crawling into bed next to him.

“You’re a stubborn son of a bitch, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told, doesn’t seem to be scaring you off though”

“Whatever dalton”

Knox swallowed his nerves and wrapped an arm around Charlie, pulling him closer to him. Charlie quickly melted into the touch, to sleep deprived to question himself before doing so. He yawned again and wrapped his arms around Knox’s waist, resting his head on Knox’s shoulder happily. Knox couldn’t help but smile as his face flushed red.

“Thank you, Knox. For everything”

“Anytime, Charlie. I’m always gonna be here for you, no matter what, okay?”

“Mhm… goodnight Knoxious”

“Goodnight Char”

Within minutes Knox could hear Charlie’s breathing even out and felt him relax completely against him, sleep quickly taking over his exhausted brain. Knox smiled again, reaching over and grabbing his phone. He snapped a quick photo of Charlie curled up against his side. He stared in awe at the photo for a minute, finding the moment hard to believe before he sent it to Neil.

To: Neil

(Insert imagine)

He’s okay, he got what he needed off his chest and is now out like a light.

From: Neil

Lol, I’m glad. You two are great for each other, you know.

Knox felt his stomach do flips at that text, a huge smile spreading across his face

To: Neil

Thanks, Neil, but I didn’t mean it like that. No romance here

From: Neil

Hey, I didn’t say anything about romance. Someone has a guilty conscience

To: Neil

Whatever

From: Neil

Seriously though, you two obviously like each other, why not just make a move?

Knox sighed, contemplating it himself for a moment. As much as he tried to deny it, he loved Charlie, and he had been told by all of his friends that Charlie definitely felt the same, what’s stopping him?

To: Neil

You and Todd make it look so easy

From: Neil

It is, carpe diem, seize the day Knox.

To: Neil

It’ll happen if it’s meant to. We probably won’t be with the group much tomorrow, someone needs to take care of him and it isn’t going to be himself.

From: Neil

No worries. You gotta take care of your boy, I get it ;)

Knox chuckled, the vibration in his chest making Charlie grumble and press even closer to Knox, whose heart melted as he watched the peaceful boy pull himself closer to his chest and felt him tangle their legs together in his sleep. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep, keeping an arm secured around Charlie the entire time.

The next morning, Knox woke up to the feeling of a weight on his chest. He opened his eyes and looked down, and what he saw made his heart prac turn to liquid. Charlie was almost fully on top of Knox, his arms wrapped around his waist and his face buried in the crook of his neck. He could feel his hot breath against his sensitive skin, making him shiver just enough to cause Charlie to stir. He heard him grumble something out before pressing his face further against his neck.

“Morning, Charlie”

“G’mornin”

“You feeling okay?”

Charlie hesitated for a moment. He rolled off of Knox and laid on his back, rubbing his face with his hands. There wasn’t any point in lying to Knox anymore.

“Better than last night I guess…”

“Hey-“ Knox grabbed one of Charlie’s hands, pulling it away from his face and holding it in his own so he could see Charlie”-Is there anything I can do?”

Knox kept his voice soft as he spoke. Charlie looked over at him, his eyes slightly glossy and he softly shook his head, subconsciously moving closer to the other boy.

“No, I just-the company is nice...having you here is nice.”

“Then I’ll stay for as long as you need me.”

Charlie let out a dry laugh, squeezing Knox’s hand.

“You might be here for a while then.”

“That’s fine by me. I’m a man of his word, Charlie. Besides...being with you is nice, I didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon”

Knox’s voice grew softer and quieter as he spoke, his nerves getting the best of him as his eyes met Charlie’s. They both had a mutual understanding of what the other meant, obvious by the look in each other’s eyes, but Charlie wanted to say it anyway, he needed to say it.

“I love you”

Knox smiled, blinking slowly at him and pulling him closer into another hug. Knox kissed the top of Charlie’s head. Charlie wrapped his arms around Knox’s waist, savoring the warmth and the contact and letting out a soft sigh.

(Thanks @onceuponabluemoon for the first few ideas with the tags you put when you reposted 🥰)

Charlie brings his saxophone every year

And every year, without fail, as soon as he walks through the door holding it with the most shit-eating grin, everyone just collectively groans

They welcome him with open arms! Obviously! But do not be surprised if you see him and Cameron fighting atleast once during the celebration because charlie simply would NOT stop playing a horrendous version of Mariah Carey’s “all I want for Christmas” on it

Cameron gets really upset, claiming that “all I want for Christmas is a masterpiece and the way you play it brings shame to its good name!”

The fights are usually a lot like the “I’m being chased by Walt Whitman!” Scene, and usually end in everyone “chasing” Charlie around while laughing their heads off

Sometimes, Pittsie will whip out his mouth harp and start rocking out with Charlie, making BOTH of them the targets, not just charlie.

Todd and Meeks are the ones in the kitchen preparing the main courses mostly. The others help out, but Todd and Meeks are in charge of it all

Pitts and Meeks make the desserts, because although Todd is a fantastic cook, he isn’t the best as making desserts

Charlie and Knox are always completely decked out in festive gear

I’m talking matching antler headbands (yes, they light up), matching ugly sweaters, Christmas light necklaces etc etc

Secret Santa’s! Every single year!

It isn’t ever a secret when someone gets charlie as their Santa though, because he always buys some obscure, really specific gift that no one ever even told him they wanted

Pitts and Meeks can be found having dance parties in the kitchen half the time when they cook together

Neil 100% forces Cameron to sing Christmas karaoke songs with him

Cameron always acts super unwilling and grumpy, but the way he smiles and laughs as he’s doing it gives him away every single year

Cameron always pulls through with the absolute most thoughtful gifts for everyone

He seriously puts SO much thought into these gifts, he starts his shopping months before December just so he can put the upmost effort into choosing them without feeling rushed

He once made Charlie cry with his gift. That is the first time any of the poets saw charlie and Cameron hug

Pitts got a photo of the moment and gave a framed copy to Cameron and charlie next year as a gift

Charlie pitched a fit about how embarrassed he was, but he keeps the photo hung right above his and Knox’s bed at home