DEAD POETS SOCIETY x READER [ONE SHOTS]

Radio, please (Pitts)

Welton is prestigious for excellent students, but another thing that's correlated with Welton is how boring it can be during the weekends. The activities do exist once in a while, but it keeps one more busy than entertained, so sometimes you end up wandering the whole campus instead.

You've probably memorized the whole campus already, and there are times when you find secret locations that even some of the students haven't seen or heard of. With this to your advantage, there are times when you go to these places and unwind, maybe even sneak a beer or some food. But one particular day when you roamed around the school was when you discovered two juniors sneaking to the rooftop with a... contraption, and as they plead for you not to report them to Hager about their radio, they offered you to stay and share it with them.

"That's a... radio?" You pointed and cocked your head to the side, pointing at the weird contraption they had, as the taller boy was holding up what looked like an antenna.

And from there it all fell into place. Going to that spot by the rooftops of the school became routine for you, Meeks, and Pitts as you often turned it on just in time for the radio station to blast sock hop music, and you'd dance the entire afternoon.

Pitts was a particularly good dancer, and you found it adorable when he flailed his arms around or kicked the air. And honestly, you looked forward to every weekend, because even though Meeks is fun to be with, you find yourself drawn to hang out with Pitts more.

"Hey!" You greeted as you skip to the rooftop. Pitts was standing with the antenna raised to the air, looking for some signal. Meeks was nowhere to be found. 

"Where's Meeks?" You ask him.

"He has some extra work for today, so he's loaded." He said.

"Oh. Well, I guess it's just us then." You shrug.

"Yeah." He chuckles, but then his eyes widen at the realization.

No Meeks. Gerard began to sweat.

"So, what's on the radio." You leaned on to the railing of the balcony as Pitts finally found a signal.

"Still the same." He says, turning on the dials and whatnots of his and Meeks' contraption. Finally, sock hop was on.

"Yes!" You put your arms up in joy and start swaying to the beat, feeling the rhythm and energy of the rock song. 

"I love this song!" Pitts cheered and started to dance as well. And then there he goes, now flailing his arms around and throwing kicks, the way he would dance so adorkably like no one was watching. You giggled at the sight, and Pitts turned red.

For some reason, Pitts felt conscious, and it feels like he has to properly calculate everything he does; every move he makes, and how and what he should look in front of you. And the way you twist and turn around as you dance wasn't helping the sudden rise in his heartbeat.

"Pitts?" You snap your fingers in front of his face.

"W-what?" He blushed.

"The radio turned off." You tell him.

"Right! Let me just..." He said and played with the dial on the contraption. "Here!" and the radio was back, but sock hop rock was no longer playing, but switch to-

"Oh, I love jazz!" You beamed as slow jazz played in the hi-fi system. "Pitts, dance with me!"

"Wait, what-"

"Dance with me like this-"

You took his hands and placed them around your neck and you did the same on his, and slowly you lead him to sway with the rhythm of the music. Just in time, too, as dusk has started. The purple and pink haze of the skies suddenly transformed the atmosphere. For a moment, you've forgotten that you were in Welton.

"See? Just like that." You smile, and Pitts can feel something bubbling in his gut like suddenly had the urge to...

"Can I kiss you?" He suddenly blurted out. 

It took you back, but the way your bodies were close, the sunset skies, and the music, it felt all too appropriate. You look at Pitts for a brief moment, and for some reason, you felt the same. And slowly but surely, you went for it, a soft, chaste kiss. And by the moment you pulled away, dusk has gone and the skies emitted a soft blue.

"(Y/n)..." He whispered, and you flicked your eyes up to him. "I..." He stammers, but you tiptoe to reach his lips, kissing him once again. You pull away with a soft smile on your face, and Pitts was visibly smitten.

The radio then dies off once again, and now you can hear the bell ringing for supper.

"That's our cue." You tell Pitts and start to head out. You turn back to him and reach your hand out. "Let's go?"

He looks down at your hand, slowly taking it. It was warm and he feels your grip tighten as you took his hand in yours. You both smile and together run back to the halls with both hands intertwined.