"Carpe Diem... that's seize the day." DEAD POETS SOCIETY PREFERENCES/IMAGINES

:THEY CONFESS THEIR FEELINGS TO YOU AFTER BEING YOUR WINGMAN:

Neil Perry=

-He saw you reading alone and sweetly minding your own business. Gosh, just staring at you he fell more in love with you. He had to tell you the truth

-He walked up to you and cleared his throat, smiling. "Hey, (Y/N). I just want to say... I love you. I love you a lot. I love you way too much. I know we're best friends and I know you don't like me like that let alone love me like that but... you don't have to. I care about you and like like you. I'm sorry that I kept it from you so long and I'm super sorry if you don't feel the same way but... I like you."

-He then went to walk away right after he said that. But you couldn't let him get away too easily. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back to you. He looked at you, weary eyed. You kissed the top of his hand and completely forgot about that 'crush' you had on another person. You held Neil's hand, he held yours, and you felt great about it. That feeling was better than getting your crush. It was the feeling of being in love

Todd Anderson=

-You had just gotten off the phone with your crush and felt weird. It was a good conversation but... you didn't feel like you were crazy about them anymore. I mean, were you ever crazy in love for them? You didn't think so... you just thought you were lonely. Someone else had been roaming your thoughts recently

-Just as they popped back into your head, making you smile, they walked through the door. "Hey Todd how-" he slammed your dorm room door and stomped over to you. "I'VE HAD IT! (Y/N), I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! I CAN'T HELP YOU GET YOUR CRUSH BECAUSE YOU ARE MY CRUSH! AND TO SEE YOU SWOON OVER SOMEONE LIKE THEM IS KILLING ME! I LIKE YOU WAY TOO MUCH TO WATCH YOU LIKE ANOTHER PERSON! IT'S ALSO NOT FAIR TO ME! I'M SO SORRY, I'M SORRY, BUT I CAN'T AND WON'T DO IT ANYMORE!" He shouted, now out of breath. His face was red, he was shaking, his hands and palms were sweaty and possibly clammy. Your heart broke. You didn't mean to do this. You felt your lips quivering

-"Todd... I... I like you, a lot. I don't know why I even tried to get with my crush because they aren't my crush. They aren't.  Not at all. I think I was just lonely." You confessed, grabbing his hands. You were right. They were clammy. "Then... do you like anyone?" Todd asked, sounding like he was begging. You nodded and pulled him closer. He didn't lift his head to look at you as you pulled him closer though. "You. I- I like you T-Todd." You stuttered, smirking. He smiled with you and returned a favor, pulling you close to him. He then just hugged you. You of course hugged back

Knox Overstreet=

-It was a spur of the moment decision. You were all studying with the guys. Cameron was arguing with Neil about trigonometry and everyone else was just listening or watching. That was until Knox slammed his fist on the table and then pointed at you

-"You know I'm in love with you, right?" For some reason, you felt the heat rise in your chest. One you felt the first time you saw your crush but hadn't felt a long time since then. So you looked up from your trig book and smirked. "Of course I knew. I'm in love with you too, Knoxious." You said, then going back to your book

-Everyone looked at you two and one another in absolute silence. They thought you guys were insane. How did you just... confess your feelings then act like nothing happened?

Charlie Dalton=

-You were hanging out late at night, smoking by your window. You both shared a cigarette and looked out at the dark night sky. How beautiful the mystery of the night was

-All of a sudden, you felt Charlie staring at you. You blushed and adjusted yourself to make him realize you noticed. You pushed your hair to one side of your shoulder and fixed your shirt, pulling it up on your chest. That's when Charlie began to lean into you

-You felt his lips on your cheek and slowly moving around your face and neck. They would move downward, down your jaw and chin, then down your neck. You kept moving to give him more access to kiss you. "Tell me if you're not okay." He told you gently in a whispering husky voice. You nodded and moved closer to him. "I think I've fallen in love with you." He whispered against your skin. You felt yourself blush and attempting to say something back. All you could say was, "Well I am in love with you, Charlie Dalton."

Steven Meeks=

-He just said it. You guys were mid conversation. You weren't talking about your crush or any romantic things. He just cleared his throat and said, 

-"You know I like you... right?" You paused and gulped. Then you found yourself blushing and internally screaming. So much for Meeks being your wingman. He was in fact, just your man. Your literal actual and meaningful crush. Not just some silly person you wanted to fill the lonely void in your life

-"I didn't. But... I'm happy I know now. I like you too." You said, moving your hand down his arm and into his palm. He bit his lip, trying to hide a giant toothy grin, and laced his fingers between yours. He loved that feeling, your hand in his

Gerard Pitts=

-He couldn't tell you. His voice box literally wouldn't let him. But he had to tell you in some way. So he wrote it down. Wrote how when he started liking you, how he started liking you, where he started liking you, and how it was okay if you didn't like him back but he needed you to know the truth. So while you two were in history working on private projects, he handed you the note

-You laughed at it, thinking it would be a stupid joke he couldn't say out loud. But it was a giant note and no joke his ever told was that long. So you read it and felt yourself blushing and welling up with tears. You never heard someone so talk fondly of another human being. So you looked up at him with an open mouthed smile. But, the bell rang before you could speak or react even further. You both collected your belonging and stood up, walking out of class together

-Once you two reached the hallway, you paused and grabbed his arm. You put your one arm that wasn't holding your books around him. You stood on your tippy toes, hugging him, and whispered, "Thank you. Thank you so much. I like you too, Pittsie." He then dropped all of his stuff and laughed in pure joy, picking you up, and swinging you around. You'd never seen a person so thrilled