#steven richards x reader

[edgessunflower]

For the pride celebration can I request a Stevie Richards x Victoria x fem!reader in which they celebrate reader's championship victory with cuddles?

Champion snuggles

Pairing: Victoria x Fem reader x Steven Richards

Description: Your partners shower you with love after you become women's champion against Trish Stratus

"We're proud of you no matter what baby, remember" you giggle as you're pressed in the middle between Stevie and Victoria as they kiss your cheeks before accompanying you to the ring for your match with Trish. This match was big for you not only because it was against Trish who had more experience in the business than you but this was a big title match for the women's championship and your second title match since you were women's intercontinental champion for a year into your career until you lost it to victoria before you got with her and stevie midway through 2003, trish was secretly impressed with how determined you were but just how strong your pure will was to prove yourself to her and everyone else backstage especially your close friends who mentored you over the past two years of your career in the business and always stood by you whenever anyone doubted or put you down even being in a handicapped match against Jacqueline and Molly Holly. Everything seemed to slow down as the last half of the match was neverending and the two of you countered each other back to back until you finally hit a spin kick followed by a spear and pin bursting into tears after the bell rings, stevie and victoria cheered as you ran backstage before being sandwiched between them leading to the three of you sharing glasses of champagne and takeout on the way to your shared hotel room where steven washed you in a bubble bath melting at victoria combing your hair leading to you snuggled between them where the two showered you with sweet endearments along with gentle caresses and soft kisses from saying "We're so proud of you" and "You deserve this so much" to the words that really turned you inside out with butterflies was "We love you pretty girl" the smiles grew bigger as all your hands intertwined while sharing a kiss with victoria wrapped in stevie's arms followed by a delicate kiss with stevie that turned to a series of paused kisses between each other.

[theavantgardette]

Incredibly 'Man' Things You'd Find Them Doingˎˊ˗

this is sooooo funny. basically the guys being masculine.

Neil would sneak behind you to grab tea. Nothing said, just slipping his arm past your waist to get a kettle and make his morning earl grey. Gives you shivers lol.

Steven does your taxes for you. He'd insist you'd be there to give him warm company, but he'd distractedly put your leg up his lap and squeeze on your ankle. He lets it stay there, eyes focused, fingers gripping his pen and etching on whatever is necessary. He would pull you back if you even attempted going away.

Richard would have road rage. Not the annoying loans-it-on-you kind. It's the him yelling out "I've got my wife in the car. Steer right, you asshole!" kind. He's stuck with taking deep breaths the next few minutes, then kissing the back of your palm, "I'm sorry, honey"... after it he'll return being laser-focused on finding your destination. ^_^

Charlie fixes things; whether it's your porch swing that always creaks, the barbecue grill your family hasn't used in years, or the hole on the ceiling no one bothered to patch back up. One day you'll just find him with oil smothered all over his shirt, hands, chin. He comes up to you and when you ask him what he just did, he swings a towel on his neck and urges you back in. He's mister "Nothing, baby. I got it all covered."

Todd bites on things to stabilize them. Making a kite? The string is in mouth as he sticks the paper in place. Tracing the lawn fence? He has a marker on his mouth, closing it with a 'click!' when he's finished. He gives you a triumphant grin right after and you always melt.

Knox domineers for you in the sweetest most ugh way you could fathom. He'd speak to strangers when you're not feeling up for it, he'd order what you love off the menu as you hold onto his arm and snuggle against him, and he'll help you lift that huge pile of groceries to the house in one go. He gets all sweaty and panting after, and it really gets you.

Gerard rubs on your hips lovingly when you sit on his lap, all dreamy-eyed as he looks up to your eyes. He admires you so much, his girl, his woman. "You're my everything," he'd croak out so quietly, you barely heard it. It ends with you cooing at him, pampering him with love.

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dedicated to:

@someone-sss @sorazki @tofallatlastbutfair @shemisseshome @yournormalidiot @anderperry-soliloquies @unfortunately-lilith @heyyyloverr @theduckwithafroghat @marzcrx @dpspolariod @itslusii @blackestwhiteswan @awkwardducks @sleeping-arsonist @asuperconfusedgirl @ajsljfe @noam-isd

[got-the-cheese-touch]

Neil Perry is the kind of boyfriend who will always hold the door open for you. It’s no use trying to open a door yourself, he’s just gonna block you until you relent.

Todd Anderson is the kind of boyfriend who will write little notations in the books he reads when he gets to a line that reminds him of you. (Collective “awwww” right here)

Charlie Dalton is the kind of boyfriend who always needs a hand on you. He can’t help it, you’re a magnet. He needs a hand on the small of your back, guiding you through a door, his hand on your thigh when he drives, etc.

Knox Overstreet is the kind of boyfriend who will spray the cologne he wears on his sweaters or sweatshirts before you come over because he knows you’ll be leaving his room with one and he likes the thought of his scent trailing around with you.

Steven Meeks is the kind of boyfriend who never forgets a date. “Happy birthday” “Happy anniversary of the first time you came to a poet’s meeting” “Happy anniversary of the first time we held hands in the snow”

Gerard Pitts is the kind of boyfriend who will never let you carry a bag on his watch. Doesn’t matter if he has a backpack of his own, give the bag to him. You shouldn’t have to lift a finger when he’s here.

Richard Cameron is the kind of boyfriend who will never let you pay for something when he is with you. He claims he’s being a gentleman but really it’s just because you always give him a thank you kiss after.

[acanthasdreams]

an eligible bachelor - charlie dalton  ₊˚⊹♡

Uploading bc it’s the first thing I’ve written that I actually finished. Thank you to the people that replied to me on the Dying Poets Society community board as well ! Also I dunno what the fanon idea of charlie is just yet (im new), I’m just going based off vibes, aura, and other (few) fanfics I’ve read.  Warning: May have used “smirked” like 1000 times. Pls be nice 2 me. xo, acantha

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Charlie Dalton was laying on his bed, smoking a cigarette while his stuck up roommate Richard Cameron wasn’t there. Cameron would occasionally participate, but when he was knee deep into playing the tradition, honor, discipline, excellence student bullcrap, Charlie knew wouldn’t hear the end of it for smoking in their shared dorm. 

He had decided to skip the usual Friday evening study with the boys. 

He’d studied enough, he thought. Meeks had already helped him memorize all the necessary Latin phrases anyways. They now seemed to be constantly repeating a loop in his head

Amo, Amas, Amat…Agricola, Agricoli…

All Charlie wanted to say was blah, blah, blah.

So he took the rest of his day to rest, smoke a cig, read a dirty mag….something to chill him out. And of course, he was waiting for you. 

His childhood friend, you were the only person he could actually rely on outside of school. As children of two good business partners, you’d both found friendship amongst the fancy business dinners his parents and yours would host. It was safe to say you’d known each other long enough for him to call you up whenever he had the urge to, which was as often as he could.

You lived nearby and attended Henley Hall so of course he’d find any reason to bother you, asking you to sneak into his school, calling you up, or hanging out on weekends. Now three weeks into the new school semester, he needed to see you in person to have someone on the outside of Hell-ton to talk to. You were busier this year, and he hadn’t seen you much since the summer in which you’d spent the majority of your time together. He was getting withdrawals.

But of course, you almost always put up with his antics. His ways of finding rebellion in conformity was the small taste of rebellion you needed in your otherwise mundane life.

So here you were, skipping through the Welton corridors trying your best not to get caught by a Professor- or worse Mr. Nolan himself. Your casual clothing, that was definitely not up to the Welton dress code for males, was covered with Charlie’s Welton coat. It wasn’t cold enough yet to wear, but it’d have to do with helping you blend in when there were still boys roaming the school, settling in to start the weekend after a long week of rigorous classes.

Finally walking past the recognizable row of doors that made up the dormitories, you take a chance to more swiftly enter a familiar door. You let out a sigh of relief over making it safely, you lean back against it looking at the boy in question, who simply smirked up at you.

“Look what the cat dragged in” He greets, a cigarette hanging from his lips like an old pirate would with a pipe.

You blow a raspberry, taking off and tossing his coat at the end of his bed. All the walking mixed with the adrenaline of sneaking into his school made you warm.

“The cat being you, Charlie Dalton…Though I’d say you remind me more of a puppy dog.” You greet back, getting comfortable in the room you’d been in many times. Tapping his leg with your fingers, he moves his legs for you to sit before laying them casually over your lap.

“A puppy dog?? Ouch…you wound me, darling.” He says, pretending to be hurt as he holds his hand to his heart. But his lips were curled in amusement, inciting a small laugh from you. You pat his leg again, seeming to be quite settled in.

“Okay, okay…so what was the emergency you were calling me about, huh? Cameron irking you again or what?” 

“He usually is. Latin class is too. But,” He lets out a sigh as he puts out the cigarette on the metal headboard of his bed,“Can’t a guy just wanna see a pretty gal?” 

He leans over to ruffle your hair and you respond with a soft giggle, smoothing your hair back down.

“You see me far too often, Charlie…” You almost blush a little at him calling you a pretty gal, almost. “You know, my mother is actually starting to worry about your influence on me.”

It seemed you’d unintentionally spent the majority of the summer hanging out with Charlie, sometimes just a little bit past curfew. It was something your mother was not exactly keen about since it was often just you and him alone. Not proper for a young lady, she’d said.

Now it’s Charlie’s time to blow a raspberry, it seemed to be something he picked up from you and your reactions to him.

“I am a perfectly good influence on you, missy. Maybe your mother should worry about your influence on me.” He crosses his arms over his chest as he looks at you, a dramatically serious expression on his face. 

You both knew you had little influence on the free thinking, go-with-the-flow soul Charlie naturally was.

“Sure she should worry…who knows what I could put you on next. Today it’s cigarettes and pipes, tomorrow marijuana.” You act guilty, shaking your head slowly while holding back an amused smile.

“Do you actually know where to get marij-” 

“Charlie!” You playfully smack his arm and he laughs, raising his hands in defense. 

“Kidding, kidding…” Knowing him, you weren’t entirely sure how true that was.

“On a good note,” He starts, his cocky smirk coming back to his face. He seemed to even puff out his chest a little as he shares, “I know your father really likes me. He says nicer things to me than even my own father does to my face.”

I find yourself snickering as he seems to be extremely proud of his reputation with your dad. You had to admit, he was right. Much to your mother’s dismay, your father was constantly bringing him up at dinnertime, “how’s the Dalton boy”, “I heard this from his father”, “such a bright boy that Dalton”. You already heard from Charlie himself a lot, your years of friendship had him invading your life even when he wasn’t there. Your father loved him, and Charlie used it to the best of his advantage. It was really the only reason your father didn’t scold you for your summer shenanigans.

“I’ve heard, Charlie. Trust me” You chuckle to yourself just thinking about it, but you both knew exactly why. “I’m sure he thinks that the more he hypes you up to me, the more likely I’ll be to swoon for you.”  

Charlie lets out a chuckle with that, but anything relating to swooning had him back to his cocky act quite rapidly.

“Like I need him to hype me up, I know you swoon for me everyday darling. Who can resist all of this.” He puts his hands behind his head as he leans against his headboard, lifting a brow and smirking. 

The smirk was an ever present characteristic of him, since the moment he’d turned 15, he seemed to have mastered it. It amused you, probably his most charming characteristic.

“Oh, I’m swooning right now.” You roll your eyes before pretending to swoon, lifting a hand to fan yourself from his swoon-yness. That gets him laughing, the way you’d play along with him. He realized a long time ago that you didn’t realize how charming you were, but it was fine with him, only because that meant he got to appreciate how natural you were at it in secret. 

His laugh fades out, instead staring right at you. His smirk appears on his face yet again, an air smugness in it. 

“I guess your father’s plan worked after all then.”

The plan, both your father’s plans actually. They’d been scheming since they realized how close you’d gotten, which for fathers was actually not too long ago. Probably a year now.

“Ah, yes…turning you into an eligible bachelor in my eyes.” You snort amusedly, your eyes diverting from his own before the butterflies begin fluttering in your tummy.

It had become no secret to you and Charlie that your dad’s had been planning for a “union of families”, when you’d eavesdropped on them talking after a dinner party. They were good business partners, and longtime friends. With their children already being so akin to each other, it seemed the light bulb had gone on in their heads. 

But you knew Charlie. 

While he went along with what his father wanted, he only did it because he had to. Wellton, an ivy league future, business school. You knew that deep down, he wished to do something he wanted to do. Figure himself out, be a teen. Seize the day, as his new teacher had told him on the first day of his class. 

While you played around with the idea of being future Mrs. Dalton in your head, a thought formed from a crush that had been deeply stuffed away in your heart since you’d found out about your fathers plans. The inkling of anxiety over that plan told you that he secretly hated the idea of being pushed onto you. Maybe not because of yourself, but because it was yet another thing written into his future by his dad.

The last thing you wanted was to continue denying him a chance to write his future for himself, even if it meant pretending you weren’t on board with the expectation you’d both wed each other. Allowing it to continue being something you joked around about.

“Well, babe, I already am an eligible bachelor.” Giving his signature smirk, he puffs out his chest again and runs his hands through his hair dramatically, looking suave. 

This makes you laugh softly, but quickly your smile falters as you keep thinking about it. Charlie, being more perceptive than one would expect, notices this and nudges you softly on the shoulder.

“What? Am I that terrible of a possible husband?” He says jokingly, trying to keep up the playful atmosphere.

You chuckle lightly in response, trying not to ruin the mood. “No. You’re not…you’re a good friend, Charlie.” 

The atmosphere still seemed to change at your genuine compliment, Charlie’s own heart seemed to bloom, and he didn’t know what to do with that. He had never known what to do with it, pushing down his own feelings with the same idea that you didn’t want to be with him. 

Funny, since he was the one to flirt with you first, constantly trying to get your attention. He loved having your eyes on him, and only him.

He mustered a playfully toned comment.

“You make me blush.” He says, giving a much more authentic smile to you with a hand to his heart. Truly, it had skipped a beat. Knowing you saw him as a good friend was good, even if he wished it was more.

Silence seemed to fall between you, a comfortable one it seems as you lean your head back on the wall. Both of you seem to ponder it, the thing. But none of you knew what to say.

Finally, you’re the one that speaks up, “How would you feel if our dads plan worked?”

Another beat of silence.

“I know you don’t like doing what your father wants you to do, what he plans for you.”

Your eyes dart Charlie’s face, searching for an answer. He was looking at you pretty intensely, seeming to ponder the idea more deeply.

This is the first time you’ve seen Charlie seem so serious, and he was with reason. He knew what you meant to say, and it’s something he had thought about since the summer you two had shared ended.

Would he mind if you had fallen for each other, outside of your fathers pressure? 

Charlie grabbed the pack of cigarettes laying beside him and opened it, and placed one in his mouth. Though he didn’t light it up, it was more of a comfort thing. He was never one to be so serious, and this was both your feelings you were talking about. The last thing he wanted to do was say the wrong thing. 

And honestly, he adored you. More than he could ever say. Why else would he want your presence so constantly?

He hummed for a moment before speaking.

“I don’t like doing what my dad wants…” He admitted, his voice seeming quieter than usual as he takes the unlit cigarette out of his mouth. “But honestly…this is the first time I feel like I wouldn’t mind. Honestly, it’d be more of a personal decision”

His smirk returns, this was his way of seizing the day. He didn’t want to waste time going around the topic any longer when he knew deep down that you were the only girl he’d ever thought about, as flirty as he was generally. His gaze returned to you, And he was happy he did, because his answer had made your cheeks turn pink. You seemed almost flabbergasted by his answer. 

He’d willingly be with you.

“You wouldn’t mind?” You seem almost confused, but he seemed all too casual about it now that he’d seen how adorable you looked at his honest answer. 

He was choosing honesty today.

“I wouldn’t…I’m eligible, your father likes me, you’re a pretty girl.” He lists off, seeming sure of himself. He adjusts himself, removing his legs from your lap to scooch closer to you. His hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and your heart seems to flutter out of your chest. His heart did as well, but he was much too suave to let it show. 

“Seems like a winning hand to me.” 

It seemed…like his actions left you speechless. You were able to speak eventually, cracking a small smile.

“Seems like the winning hand was our father’s, in the end.” You say in a jokingly sardonic way, chuckling softly. 

“And the losing hand of your mothers.” He snorts right back. “Point is, I win in some way or another.”

He couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t when it seemed like the perfect moment. 

Damn it Charlie, just do it, he thought before leaning in to steal a soft kiss from you. He’d always wondered if the gloss you wore was flavored. It smelled of cherries, and as he learned- it tasted like it, too.  The kiss was surprisingly tender, his hand still on your cheek. You eventually collect yourself enough to kiss back, your heart soaring. It was too early for a full blown make-out session though, so you both pulled away after a few moments. 

Dalton felt way too smug with himself about it, very proud of his ability to be assertive for once, after almost two years of crushing on you. You, on the other hand, could only give him a shy smile and looked away.

“I did not know this was how this evening would go…” You admit meekly, unable to meet his eyes after the kiss you shared. 

“That we’d seal the deal of you becoming Mrs. Dalton? Honestly, me neither, but…” He shrugged, his hand going to your chin to force you to look at him, “Carpe diem.” 

He leaned in again, but this time almost full blown tackled you into yet another kiss. Albeit, it was much more passionate than the first time. You couldn’t help but get lost in it, wrapping your arms over his shoulders, letting his hands into your hair to hold you in place. 

You’d have to find a way to thank Mr. Keating for this moment of carpe diem sometime, but you didn’t have a chance to process the pondering on that at the moment.

It was the most magnificent moment.

“Dalton- everyone is asking why you- oh!”

Pulling away with eyes wide and cheeks red, you look to the doorway to see someone who was equally as red-faced as his hair.

“Damn it, Cameron!” Charlie tossed his pillow at him, standing up to push his back out of the door, “We’re having a moment in here, please!”

He closes the door behind him, looking back at you, you were still in complete shock over being caught. 

“I think that’s my queue to head home, Charlie.” You say sheepishly, chuckling in embarrassment as you get up and begin putting his coat back on. The sun could be seen as it was beginning to set outside the small dorm window anyways. 

Charlie’s little heart almost stopped beating, he wished to spend more time with you after this new development of your relationship. And his want was a lot, with how clingy he already was. But you were right, Cameron had ruined the mood enough. He mentally cursed Cameron even more.

“Fine.” He let out an exasperated sigh, but then quickly put on a satisfied smirk on his face, grabbing you by your sides, “But we’ll finish this another time, future wife.” 

That made you laugh, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek. You’d done it once or twice before, and after the kisses of today, they still felt extra special. 

“I’ll see you later, Charlie.” Putting the hood of the coat on, you slipped out of his room ready to sneak your way back out of Wellton...the things you did for this boy. 

Charlie was sure you’d taken his heart with you… and for once, he was happy his dad had already pre-approved of you as part of his future. He’ll take business school if it means he’ll get to take care of you comfortably.

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“I went in- and they were all over eachother- and…!”

Charlie Dalton was determined to strangle his roommate as he walked into the dormitory lounge. 

“Cameron.” He said through grit teeth as he walked up to the group. Apparently, Cameron was already spilling about what he’d seen in their dorm to the rest of their friends. Way to keep his business private.

Everyone was already teasing him about it, making smoochy noises, and holding him back from an expulsion waiting to happen. 

“Oh shut up Knox, like you don’t want to make-out with that Chris girl.” The boys all laughed at this, Knox seemed to shut up real quick though (it was true).

“So, what did happen with her Charlie?” Asked Neil, who patted him on the shoulder in a proud manner. He of all people had seen the development of this crush over the years.

“Heh…” Charlie couldn’t help the smugness to come back, the feeling of her lips still lingered on his and it made him feel like a real man.

“What can I say boys…I siezed the day.”

The boys gave him sounds of cheer and pats on the back, impressed by him taking Mr. Keating’s message so deeply into his heart. 

“Are we still studying trig-?”

“-You don’t get it, do you Cameron?” Charlie rolled his eyes.

“...What?”

[saturn-projector]

dps boys & how they'd act when you're sick

summary ; how the poets would act when you're sick (fem!reader)

words ; 1100

a/n ; I'm sick right now so this was definitelyyy self-indulgent. enjoy!!

todd anderson the sweetesttt!!! he's so worried about you, constantly asking "do you need something?? do you want me to ask mr keating to bring you to the doctor's??". he makes you tea and soup and reads you fairytales. (collective awww) like for example snow white and the seven dwarfs (you and the dead poets IJBOL), the frog prince, the little mermaid. all those cute little tales yk. he also tried reading you the og little red riding hood story but that one is like extremely dark so the two of you were probably scared af after. it's fine tho, you'll just cuddle <3 also, he braids your hair when you're sick so it doesn't get in the way (he practiced only for you and knows really complicated braids too). richard cameron he knows exactlyy what to do. he's the practical one so as soon as you get sick he's already googling your symptoms and which medicine might help with it. he goes to the apothecary for you and runs to the shops for whatever you need. you want ice cream at 3 am? no problem, he's already on his way. you're hungry in the middle of the night? babess he's already at the stove cooking up something up for you!! like this man takes care of youu!! he's got your back!! when you're sick, he does everything possible to get you healthy asap. that man is willing to go the extra mile for you fr, he'd even stay home for a few days if your condition is really bad. he'd keep a watchful eye on you, make sure that you take your medicine every day and that you stay in bed. seriously, if he sees you working, he's throwing hands.

however if he's sick it's all "I'm fine honey don't worry about me" (stubborn -_-) knox overstreet a little helpless lmao. probably calls his mom to ask for help on what to do. he'd stay home and put on movies for you, then probably get into bed with you and pull you into his arms, you laid on top of him with your head on his chest. he's not the type to do grand things or go out of his way like cameron or neil but he's with you when you need him.

his emotions can be directly related back to yours. when you're happy, he's happy, when you're sad because you're sick and are stuck in bed, he's also sad.

of course he tries to cheer you up and all but he just hates seeing you like this and he's very empathetic, so he always sorta feels what you feel.

also, that man's immune system is absolute trash, so he's getting sick right after you. neil perry

this man is so calm when you get sick. "you don't feel well? oh, how about you lie down, love?" he's a ridiculously perfect boyfriend and such a good caretaker which 100% shows when you're sick. like todd, he would read to you, plays especially. he acts them out, performing them as like one-man shows, finding a different voice for each of the ten different characters. he would make everything a little extra ridiculous, just to make you laugh and to cheer you up. there is not one boring situation with him. if you wanted to, he could yap for hours about the new play he's starring in or read you every single poem he's ever written or spill some welton gossip. he'd also be willing to just listen to you whine about how bad you feel for hours and would comfort you. he's patient like that.

charlie dalton charlie basically entertains you the entire time and recites poems to you or plays the sax for you. he also lowkey acts like you're on your death bed TuT. he's crouched next to you looking all sad like you're about to go into the light and you're like??? it's literally just a cold babe??? like cameron he'd also google your symptoms and doing so he always exaggerates them like for example you nap for 5 mins and he's already typing in in the search bar "MY SICK GIRLFRIEND HAS BEEN IN A COMA FOR HOURS!! WHAT TO DO???" he needs to be calmed down a bit but then he's fine.

I'm telling y'all...this man is the crazy type. he'd go to the school doctor for advice on your condition and as soon as that man tells him the air at sea is good for a cold, he's already packing your bags and heading to the next train station with you. yeah, impromptu day trip to the ocean it is. steven meeks kinda like todd he's sooo sweet. he makes you home remedies that his grandmother used to make him when he was sick as a kid. I think he'd also try new things from the internet and go down a rabbit hole lowkey TuT. like he'd spend an hour in the kitchen and come back with like a plate of things he made you.

"here babe, eat this" (all excited and everything) and he explains what's in it, what it does in your body to help you get better and like the science behind it. you're lowkey delirious so you don't get anything he's saying but you trust him so you're just like "sure love!" and eat it!! he'd make you meals packed with vitamins to help speed up your recovery, run you a bath etc.

I feel like he'd be very focused on the science aspect of what helps you get better and would then convince you to do that! gerard pitts cuddles!!!!! hugs!!! spooning in your bed!!! he doesn't care if he gets sick, truly.

he just thinks you need a lot of love to get better so he gives you all of his attention.

also, that man is great in the kitchen! a little like meeks, to be sure, but he's more focused on making somethings that tastes good, looks good and if it's packed with vitamins that's a bonus (but it doesn't have to be) cause he just wants you to have yummy food when you're sick while meeks is more like making food that actively makes you better (even if it looks weird).

also, he helps you catch up on the school stuff you missed when you were sick <3. and if you need to get anywhere, like to the doctor's, he's giving you a piggy back ride!

[readbyred]

may i request how the dps boys would react to realising they have a severe crush on a, preferably shy, reader! tysm <\3

Oh, I've been waiting for dps requests! Sorry for my late replies everybody, I got demotivated again because tumblr deleted a few of my x reader posts (and a few others). But I'll try to not let that happen again if I can even help it

I think Knox would have such a silly time trying to approach you. Because we all know he’s awkward, but determined at best and, well… pushy at worst. I'm trying to go with the version I saw in a play, because thankfully they cut out the party scene which means he’s still delightfully insufferable but not awful. Anyways, he would jump on every occasion to talk to you. And then just. Stand there. He’d try to give you flowers and poems, everything really. But he loses brain cells every time he’s around you. At least you’re both equally stressed about social interactions. He gets a little braver when you give him a smile or any other sign you like him. Not less awkward, but a bit more motivated to go for it. His main problem is that he can't read you well and despite being big on feelings and all, he still has a hard time actually talking to you. Clumsily, he showers you with over the top things, that most would find cringey but you think of as endearing. And if he thinks there's a chance he’ll lose you, he’ll confess right away. I think he is brave and pretty open about feelings. Just stressed out

With Neil, it's not an issue at all that you're shy. He’s more so taken aback by his own strong feelings. Because he wasn't expecting to fall this hard. But give him like five work days to process and he’ll be all in. I feel like he would take his time to confess but he’d make it known that he cares about you. He’d be checking up on you every time he can, bringing you coffee, asking to practice lines together, go to the movies in town. Even before you two start dating you just wake up and half of his sweatshirts are in your drawer (he likes to borrow you his clothes if you’re cold) and your desk is littered with poems he shared with you. He’s a gentle lover, but he knows what he wants and when the time is right Neil has no problem confessing

It's much funnier with Cameron because this boy is in panic mode 24/7. At first he legit thought he was sick because he always felt dizzy and distracted around you. And he’s a traditionalist. Everything has to be perfect when you’re around. Like he beats himself up about every little mistake he made around you. But also makes a point to treat you RIGHT. If you’re shy he might not know how to approach you at first, because he’s not sure if you’re even interested. And how to make you like him. After much teasing (mainly from Charlie, of course) he gets fed up with his friends and decides to make a move. It might not be the most romantic when he does, but it's sweet and genuine

Another one that would take time to confess is Meeks. He’s pretty quick to accept that he’s crushing on you. He’s like, yeah obviously they are amazing, now what do I do with that? He tries to give you things. Small things. Like maybe he could borrow you a book that you’ve wanted to read for a long time of buy you a coffee/tea if you’re out in the town. He doesn't explicitly say that he liked you but it's easy to tell and he’s not one to be shy about it either. So when you guys do get together, you already know his more… romantic side

On the contrary, Charlie takes time to process his feelings. He had crushes before, but real feelings (strong ones at that) aren't the norm for him. Sometimes he catches himself losing his cool around you and it messes with him so bad. He would probably ask Knox for advice. Which is a bad move. But he figures that at least his friend is more familiar with having those sorts of feelings. Nothing much comes of it because I can't imagine Knox giving him any good advice on the subject, but after he was able to talk about liking you, he decides to just go for it. Well, in small steps. Primarily because he’s just not an intense guy, but also because he’s surprisingly mature when it comes to respecting your levels of comfort. Doesn't mean it gets boring though, it's Charlie we’re talking about. Once you get together there's not a one dull moment with him by your side

With Todd, it might be difficult at first. He’s overwhelmed by fis feelings and has a tendency to talk himself out of making any sorts of moves. Why would you like somebody like him? He tells himself he doesn't have a chance, surely. It only confirms his suspicions when you don't take initiative. It's only after he’s been moping around for a few days that Neil approaches him about it and proceeds to give him shit for not doing anything to let you know his feelings. He’s like, bro, so you care about them so much that you’d rather not have them in your life because you want them in your life so much??? Make it make sense. So with Neil's encouragement, he tries to at least talk to you and see where it goes from there. Still shocked when you end up returning his feelings. You’re in his poems now, even if it's not very obvious (he's not as straightforward as Knox, so it's not ‘i love (yn) and I want them to be mine’ kind of deal). This is the only one where I'm sure you might have to make some sort of a move. Todd’s like a spider - he’s more scared than you are and if he could, he would just silently hang out in the corner of the room you’re in. But he gets a little braver after he starts feeling more secure

Lastly, Pitts is not as bad as Todd, but still takes his time. He’s comfortable with liking you and he knows what he likes, but he’s not in any rush to make things official. So any time he has any chance to talk to you, he does and just wants to see how things go from there. He jokes around with you, asks to come study together, tries to be close. He does care, just in a more chill way than some of the other poets would. If you two have been talking for some time, he would have no problem asking you to go out with him, doesn't make you feel pressured or anything. If the others are cool with it he will do his best to have you come to their meetings at night as well. So you do not only get an awesome boyfriend out of it, but also a great friend group

[poemcal]

HEYY OMG!!!!! So I LOVE U ALREADY!!! I have been looking for people who are currently into Dead Poets Society because I am such a newbie 🙃. I literally watched it for the first time last month and I LITERALLY LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT!!! Anyway, I have grown to love Neil Perry and I was wondering if you could do a Neil x reader (fem) and it's Christmas time and maybe they are decorating or watching a movie with hot chocolate lol just fluffy Christmas stuff!!! Please take your time, I do not want you to rush lol!! Thank you so much!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🎄🎄

warnings: none

summary: Christmas with your boyfriend Neil!!

A/N: OMG TYYY and I love u too with that Andrew icon IM OBSESSED WITH THE CHOSEN!!!! I hope you like it, and sorry for taking so long I was a little bit busy 😭😭🤍

SANTA TELL ME | NEIL PERRY

It was finally Christmas, and your parents had left the house. They were never passionate about the holiday, but you definitely were. As soon as they were gone, you didn’t hesitate to invite your boyfriend, Neil, over to spend some relaxed time together.

The two of you were on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket. Your arms were around his torso, and his were resting on your hips, holding you in a tender embrace. The lights were off, the fireplace crackled softly, and the television played a Christmas movie you weren’t really paying attention to.

“This is the best Christmas ever” Neil whispered, just as distracted from the movie as you.

You chuckled. “It’s not even Christmas yet.”

“Well, the best almost Christmas” he replied with a sweet smile, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

That smile of his, had a way of changing everything. The lights from the Christmas tree reflected on his pale face, reminiscent of snow, with his cheeks slightly flushed. He looked so endearing that your heart raced every time you looked at him, or even thought about him. Slowly, you adjusted yourself until you were face to face. Your eyes met, and for a few seconds, neither of you moved. Then, you both leaned in for a kiss. The faint sound of the movie and the crackling flames in the fireplace made you feel safe. At home.

“I wish we could stay like this forever” Neil said softly, taking your hands and gently tracing them with his fingers.

“So do I” you admitted, almost overwhelmed by how sweet everything felt, though you didn’t mind. “You know, you don’t have to leave. My parents won’t be back for two days.”

Neil shook his head. “My dad only let me stay until midnight, remember?”

Silence settled over you both again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence where thoughts spoke louder than words. Neil’s hands moved back to your hips, softly caressing them, while you cupped his face in your hands, stroking his cheeks gently.

Neil let out a sigh, enjoying your caresses with tenderness and feeling your love through them. The silence was all you needed, your hands traveled over his silhouette and his rested on you, feeling all the stress and worry leave his body whenever he was with you. You made him feel good.

"I have something for you," Neil murmured, pulling away from you and standing up to search for his backpack. A little surprised, you watched as he pulled out a perfectly decorated box with a sweet white ribbon. Neil smiled and walked back toward you, gently placing the box in your hands.

Just as gently, you took the box, feeling your heart race as fast as it could. You looked at him one more time before opening it, and smiled shyly, seeing a silver necklace with a butterfly pendant. You loved butterflies, and Neil had come to love them too just because of you.

"Neil, you didn’t have to" you whispered, your eyes still on the necklace.

Neil smiled. He didn’t care about the money, not when your reaction was so sweet. He knew how grateful you were. Without answering, he quickly took the box from you and carefully pulled out the necklace, motioning for you to turn around. And so you did. Calmly, Neil placed the necklace around your neck, letting it rest there. It looked perfect on you.

"You look beautiful" Neil murmured, kissing your flushed cheeks with a smile.

"Thank you so much, honey" you said shyly, giving him a hug that lasted longer than you expected, but it was impossible not to love Neil’s hugs. They were so sweet, pure, and full of love. "I also have something for you, though I was going to give it to you at Christmas, I guess i'm going to do it now-"

Neil smiled excitedly, watching as you rummaged under the Christmas tree until you found his gift. It was wrapped with a red velvet ribbon, so elegant. Nervously, you handed it to him.

"Thank you so much, my love" he said, smiling brightly, thrilled to receive a gift from you.

"You haven’t even opened it!" you squealed, feeling nervous, encouraging him a little.

"I appreciate it just the same" he shrugged, tearing off the wrapping paper. His smile widened even more when he saw the book in his hands. It was a book made by you, with a cover too neat to be handmade, and on the first page you’d written him a poem, full of love. When Neil tried to turn to the next pages, you stopped him by placing your hand on his and shaking your head.

"You have to read it in private, when you have more time. It’s a long book, but for now, I just want to spend time with you" you said. Neil, more in love than ever, nodded and closed the book, putting it down beside him.

His arms wrapped around your torso surprising you, but you relaxed once the initial surprise faded, letting yourself be enveloped in his affection. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and his lips kissed your neck, each kiss and caress was a sweet "thank you" from him. His kisses on that spot made you giggle, as his warm lips decorated your neck with soft and tender gestures.

"Merry Christmas" he whispered against your neck, and you fainted in his arms, feeling his love surround you.

"Merry Christmas, Neil" you whispered back the same way.

Neil lifted his gaze to meet yours, his bright eyes making you feel weak under his look and touch, but in the most beautiful way a weak can feel like. Neil whispered something you couldn’t quite understand before kissing you in a perfect kiss. The taste of hot chocolate on his lips made the kiss even more memorable, the mistletoe above you, the Christmas movie on the TV, the lights on the tree. Everything was perfect. He made everything perfect.

"I love you" you blurted out without thinking, covering your mouth with your hand, surprised at yourself.

Neil, on the other hand, froze before you. It was the first time either of you had said it. But within seconds, he was laughing at your reaction, his eyes hidden behind his smiling cheeks.

"I love you. I love you so much. You’re the best Christmas gift" he whispered, kissing you again between his words, making your clumsy confession worth it.

With him, everything was worth it. Neil always appreciated everything, remembered it not just in his mind, but in his heart. He always noticed what you liked and what bothered you, paying attention to details you wouldn’t even notice. And he did all of that because he loved you. Because you mattered to him, and because he didn’t want to be anything less for you. He wanted to give you everything because you deserved everything.

That night would end up being the best of all, the best Christmas of your life. The silent kisses, the speaking glances, the childlike hearts, and the affectionate touches. Everything shared on such a special night, as Christmas truly was. With him, everything always felt just right.

[ash5monster01]

DPS Masterlist

Main Masterlist

all works include a femreader. requests are open for any of the boys. I hope you enjoy <3

Charlie Dalton

Getting Red

Only Thing Left to Live For

Snowed In

Red Lips 18+

I Can See You

First Snow

You’ll Be Okay

Perfectly Me

Guilty as Sin? 18+

Turn Back Time

The Best I Could

Not The Same

Just The Way You Are 18+

What I Always Wanted

Not So Cocky Now 18+

Christmas Tree Farm

Better Than The Magazine’s 18+

Mini Me

Order #3 18+

Order #4

Truths Of Our Past series

Goes On series

Getaway Camp series

Neil Perry

New Romantics 18+

First Time 18+

Sick Day

It’s Just Practice 18+

In The Woods

Not Prepared 18+

The Hot Doc 18+

Addicted

Line Between 18+

Todd Anderson

Study Buddies

Enough For The Both of Us

Knox Overstreet

I Hate It Here

Steven Meeks

Just You & I 18+

Gerard Pitts

Happy Life 18+

Spring Flowers

Richard Cameron

Rest and Recovery 18+

All (not including reader)

Trapped in Time

It’s Not Christmas Without You

One’s Hour Has To Come

A Dead Poets Holiday

[edgessunflower]

Period pains

Pairing: Victoria x Fem reader x Steven Richards

Description: Your partners help you with your nonstop period pains

Warning: Mentions of periods, hygiene products, and blood

The pain shot through you like a lightning bolt as you woke up leading you to sit up only to tear up at the puddle of blood on your side on the bed. You went straight to the shower and turned the hot water on to ease the unbearable pain from head to toe, meanwhile both your partners had woken up only to hear your muffled cries from the shower as Victoria sees the blood on the bed and Steven sees the droplets leading to the bathroom before he opened the shower curtain to find you in a ball as steam surrounded you and the only feeling you focus on is the water cascading down your body while the pain began to feel like your insides were being branded instead of stabbed then ripped apart like earlier as you notice stevie in the corner of your eye while victoria changed the bedsheets and went to the store for your go to emergency kit for your period pains, cravings, and extra pads since you never used tampons due to the extra pain they caused. "It's okay baby, I know it hurts" he helps you out of the shower and puts a heating pad on the bed while you dry off and take a pain reliever before eating wings since the three of you were on a break from being on the road, victoria comes home to find stevie lightly massaging and digging his fingers into your bloated belly and aching back as moans of pain pour out when stevie pulls you into his arms and uses his body heat to help with your pain when the heating pad became too much as you're sandwiched between them and watching each of your favorite movies and episodes of Little house on the prairie for the next half hour as the pain slowly dissipated thanks to the heat and Tylenol. You wake up later on to find victoria putting lidocaine patches on your back when stevie walks back in with a joint and Raven behind him who places a bag of edibles beside you since he would make them for you and you were one of the few people he cared about as he gently places a kiss on your forehead before messing up stevie's hair and leaving, you smoke for a bit after eating a light snack before stevie yet again massaged you and victoria gave you another tylenol to dull out the rest of the pain which made the two relieved at your relaxed state with stevie running his hands through your hair as victoria holds you in her arms for the rest of the night.

[theavantgardette]

I find it FUNNY how the boys in Dead Poets Society presumably (and so have been depicted) have not seen or interacted with the opposite sex properly before that the mere thought of talking to one gets them gaping and closing their mouths like a bunch of goldfishes.

Like hello?? Pull yourselves together

[englishpoet]

DPS Boys Love Language Headcanons

I’ve talked about this a lot with Todd but I wanted to do some for the others!!

• —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Neil Perry

- he is definitely words of affirmation.

- especially because of the childhood trauma. He needs to be told what he’s doing is okay, that you “approve”.

- He also lives for the reassurance and praise.

- He’d like “you’re doing good”, “it’s okay”, and “we’ll get through it together”.

- his secondary love language is physical touch. He’s a firm believer that actions speak louder than words.

- so that’s where the physical touch comes in!!

- he absolutely loves being held and reassured. He gets really vulnerable around you.

- bonus: his nectar loveprint would be AWEO, pomegranate.

- pomegranate’s motto: “we would go great together.”

obligatory blurb:

“I can’t figure out how to do this— maybe I’m just worthless.” Neil said, tears bubbling in his eyes.

“Yes, you can… come on, we’ll get through this together.”

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Todd Anderson

- as previously stated, he is all of the love languages.

- physical touch? he loves holding your hand. I dare say he would learn palm readings just for fun… and for an excuse to admire your hands.

- what can I say? He’s a very hands-on guy.

- quality time? He loves going on walks with you. I wouldn’t say hikes, per se, but like- he would research scenic areas and then surprise you.

- acts of service? He would do funky things like organize your record or cd collection in alphabetical order and your closet in rainbow-color order.

- gift giving? This one’s a given, he would gift you his poetry and anything he’s made with his hands. I love to think that he’s a physical person.

- words of affirmation? Other than in his poems, he would be giving you notes and whispering the words to you. I feel like he’s not the best at saying it out loud.

- bonus: his nectar loveprint would be RWEG, juniper.

- juniper’s motto: “let’s actually connect.”

obligatory blurb:

you two would be in his dorm. neil is gone, it’s just the two of you. he would hold you close, both of you in a “face-to-face embrace”.

“You’re the brightest star in my galaxy.” he would eventually whisper.

“you’re such a poet…”

“Only for you.”

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Steven Meeks

- Meeks doesn’t know how to express his love. But with you, he’s found a way to do it.

- Quality time!!!

- He loves the comfortable silence. Especially if you’re a nerd like him.

- Sssspeeaaakkkiiinnnggg of nerds; if you’re also a nerd and need help, he would LOVE to help you: Acts of Service!!

- he’d be so into dad jokes and puns.

- “my love for you is like a fractal… it goes on forever!”

- rizzes you up by reciting the first 100 digits of pi.

- bonus: his nectar loveprint would be RWEO, tangerine.

- tangerine’s motto: “foundation first and foremost.”

obligatory blurb:

“So the square root of 32 would be… hey, are you even listening?!”

“just… admiring your eyes, my philomath.” he would say back.

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Knox Overstreet

- my man’s is gift giving!!!!!!!

- and words of affirmation.

- you are his muse. Everything he writes is for you.

- he will gift you a new poem every week.

- he would slow dance with you outside under a tree. He’d bring you to DPS meetings to show the others the dancing.

- he’s absolutely head over heels and practically worships you like you’re a Greek god or goddess.

- he’s always kissing you and basically attached to your hip. Every word he says is interrupted with a kiss on your cheek.

- oh but don’t even get me started on when the two of you are alone.

- he’s not looking for sex, no. He will get down on his knees and ask to explore every single inch of you. Whether it’s the first time or the millionth time, he will always find something new.

- bonus: his nectar loveprint would be AWPO, plum.

- plum’s motto: “love has changed the way I think about everything.”

obligatory blurb:

“you have a mole on the back of your calf.”

“…is that necessary for me to know?”

“yes, because,” he kisses the mole “it’s cute on you.”

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Charlie Dalton

- Charlie is definitely the type of person to boast about you but immediately stop when he notices you’re uncomfortable.

- He just reads you. And he does it well.

- so he is very much quality time. He spends a lot of his time with you— which is when he’s softer— so he’s able to pick up on every cue.

- He’s obsessed with you, but the thing that makes him different than Knox about it is that he’s discreet with it.

- He keeps a journal on you. Not on a creepy way, but keeps details on you because he loves you. He writes all your favorite snacks, flowers, songs, all of it.

- also, he loves giving you gifts. he will buy you weekly flowers with a handwritten poem and some coffee.

- bonus: his nectar loveprint is AWPG, peach.

- peach’s motto: “a little mystery is sexy”

obligatory blurb:

there’s a knock on your door. You get up and answer it to see Charlie there with flowers in hand.

“pretty flowers for a pretty girl?” He says before you can speak, ushering the sunflowers into your hands.

you were at a loss for words despite this happening every week. “I- Charlie… thank you…”

“No problem, sugar. How about some tea, ey?” he responded as he invited himself in with a sort of confidence only he seemed to carry. His arm slings around your shoulders to bring you along.

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Gerard Pitts

- Unlike Charlie, he’s quietly loyal and devoted to you.

- He likes to keep your relationship private. He doesn’t try to keep it a secret but he accidentally does? Everyone finds out and is completely shocked.

- so what’s his love language? Quality time.

- he would prefer to sit with you and write a poem or song together than go out to a fancy restaurants.

- or if he’s feeling bold he’ll take you to a little bakery and buy you all the treats you could want.

- he acts nonchalant but feels so deeply for you. He is subtly yours, he finds grand gestures boring.

- he’s not a fan of grand gestures but he will give you gifts. Nothing big or flashy, but maybe sometimes you’ll wake up to see a new necklace on your nightstand or maybe even some stuffed animals and chocolate delivered by one of the other DPS boys.

- he definitely shows love in an abstract way but he will do his best to make you feel loved.

- bonus: his nectar loveprint is RIEO, mint.

- mint’s motto: “an open(ish) book.”

obligatory blurb:

“darling, come here.” Gerard would murmur as he reviewed over his math notes.

you had already finished studying so you were simply laying on his bed. But you get up without a complaint and walk over to him. “yes? did you need something?”

Gerard didn’t answer verbally. He instead used his arm that wasn’t busy writing to wrap around you and pull you down to his lap.

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Richard Cameron

- first things first, Richard loves his alone time. He wants his own time to process his emotions.

- He also doesn’t know how to show love and he’s not really ashamed of it, either.

- He’s definitely been taught that love should not cross his mind or disrupt where he’s at in life.

- So when he meets you, he basically has a crisis. He completely avoids it.

- But when the two of you inevitably end up together, he shows his love by acts of service.

- it’s small things, really. If you fall asleep in class he pretends not to notice. If you forget to study then he’ll lend you his study guide.

- but if he’s really down bad for you, though? He may even tell tiny little white lies so you won’t get in trouble.

- bonus: his nectar loveprint is AIPG, blueberry

- blueberry’s motto: “I contain multitudes.”

obligatory blurb:

“Richaaarrdd- I lost my study guide.” You’d complain, walking into his room with a pout.

He sat at his desk and let out a sigh. He wordlessly handed you his study guide and then guided you to sit between his legs.

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for anyone curious, here is the loveprint test.

and if you’re extra extra curious, I’m an AWEO pomegranate like Neil :)

(I took the test after I wrote this so I wouldn’t be biased!!!)

[theladwhoisweird]

I was good. I was really good.

It's been 64 years, Neil.

[saturn-projector]

which kind of girl each of the poets would date ⋆·˚ ༘ *

steven meeks

loves a black cat & mysterious girl ! she's also lowkey obsessed with tarot cards <3

knox overstreet

you guys already know knox loves his coquette, soft and girly girls ! (literally just take a good look at chris)

charlie dalton

sunshine, extroverted & adventurous girlies (who are a bit obsessed with partying as well) are such gf material for charlie ! he's obsessed !!

gerard pitts

whimsy, manic pixie dream girls all the way y'all !! bonus points if she wears polka dot skirts & has flower stickers on her car !

neil perry

girls that are like the moon, obsessed with their craft (singing, writing, dancing, you name it!) & who tend to be more introverted !

todd anderson

shy & cute nature girlies that see beauty in every living thing ! (she would never hurt a fly)

richard cameron

i'm sorry but he loves a clean girl ! he's a clean boy himself and y'all can't tell me otherwise (yes, he has a skin care routine) !

which one are you? comment down below!

[redsummermoon]

Hello, I have one! What if the reader (female, if possible) and the rest of the poets are all supposed to hang out, but one by one everyone gets busy or caught up. So at the last second it just ends up being the reader and Meeks, and they’re alone watching TV. He talks about just leaving to study for a test (so they don’t have to be alone, because he secretly likes her). Then maybe a kiss scene or something comes on tv, and they try to laugh it off because it’s kinda awkward. Then I’ll let you finish it from there, lol.

It doesn’t have to be just like that, of course. But anyway, have a great day!

Meeks was my fav character before Charlie... might have to start writing for him too.. idk

A Lovely Night

Steven Meeks x reader CW: use of Y/N, female reader, modern day college [2.3k words] 

Y/N stared at her phone, thumbs hovering over the screen, before typing out a message to the group.

"Remember Dead Poet hang out, my dorm at 7 if anyone’s still interested!" she texted, hitting send.

She had been looking forward to tonight all week, hoping the Dead Poets could all come together to watch La La Land. The movie had been on her list for a while, and she thought the others might appreciate the film. As the minutes passed, her phone buzzed one by one with responses. Most of them excuses.

Neil: "Sorry, Y/N! Todd and I are heading to see this local theater production. Catch you next time?"

Cameron: "Test in a month. Gotta start prepping now. Maybe next time."

Charlie: "Double date tonight with Knox! I’ll tell you how it goes after. You’ll survive without me, promise."

Y/N sighed, a small laugh escaping her lips. Of course, Charlie had something going on, and Cameron, well, she expected that response from him. But now, it looked like her movie night was going to be smaller than she hoped. There were only two left unaccounted for: Pitts and Meeks.

Meanwhile, Meeks sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone with wide eyes. Y/N had invited him (and everyone else) to her dorm, and while he had been excited at first, the idea of being alone with her, even just for a movie, was terrifying. His crush on her wasn’t a secret, at least not to himself, but it was something he hadn’t quite figured out how to handle yet. Being around Y/N made his thoughts scramble, and he didn’t want to do something awkward.

"Pitts!" Meeks called across the dorm room, his voice tight with nerves.

Pitts looked up from his laptop. "Yeah?"

"You’re... you’re going to the movie night with me, right?" Meeks fidgeted, his hands twisting together as he waited for his friend’s response.

Pitts raised an eyebrow. "Wasn’t planning on it, but I’m free. Why? You need me there?"

Meeks nodded rapidly, his face flushed. "Please. I... I can’t go alone. Not with Y/N. I... I don’t want it to be weird."

Pitts gave him a knowing grin. "Ahh, I see. You’ve got it bad."

Meeks groaned, burying his face in his hands. "It’s not funny. I don’t know how to act around her."

"Relax, I’ll go," Pitts said, chuckling as he closed his laptop. "I won’t leave you hanging."

Relief washed over Meeks as he grabbed his phone, quickly typing out a message to Y/N.

"Hey, Pitts and I will be there!"

Y/N smiled and set her phone down. Her roommate had gone home for the weekend, giving her the whole dorm to herself, but it could use a little cleaning. She wiped down the already-clean desk, fluffed the pillows on her bed, and adjusted the blankets, making sure everything was perfect. Even if it was just going to be Meeks and Pitts tonight, she wanted things to feel cozy and welcoming.

A part of her, though, secretly wished it could just be Meeks. She felt a flutter of nervous energy at the thought, biting her lip as she arranged her bed so it could double as a seat for watching the movie. The TV on her dresser was angled just right, ready for La La Land.

Y/N had been nursing a crush on Meeks for a while now, though she’d never admit it to anyone. There was something about his quiet intelligence, his awkward but sweet way of talking, that always made her heart race. But every time she thought about doing something like flirting or even just being a little more open, her nerves got the best of her. She could never quite bring herself to act on it, afraid that maybe she’d misread the situation or make him uncomfortable.

But tonight, she couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. Maybe something would be different. Maybe, with Pitts there as a buffer, she could relax and enjoy Meeks’ company without worrying too much.

At the same time, the thought of being alone with Meeks excited her. She knew he made her nervous in the best way possible, and she couldn’t figure out how to balance that. Y/N glanced at her phone, checking the time, feeling that familiar flutter of anxiety and excitement.

“Okay, it’s just a movie night,” she muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. “Nothing to freak out about.”

Still, her heart pounded a little faster. Maybe tonight would bring them just a little closer.

Meeks and Pitts made their way across campus, the cool evening air doing little to calm the pounding in Meeks' chest. He clutched his phone nervously, re-reading Y/N's text and hoping that tonight wouldn’t be a disaster. Pitts walked beside him, chatting easily about something Meeks wasn’t quite paying attention to. His thoughts were entirely on Y/N.

When they reached Y/N's dorm hall, Pitts slowed down, glancing at Meeks with a sly grin. "You know, I, uh... just remembered, I’ve got this thing I have to do."

Meeks froze. "What thing?"

"You know, a... uh... a thing. Class stuff," Pitts mumbled vaguely, already stepping back from the door. "But, hey, you’ve got this, Meeks. Have fun."

Before Meeks could protest, Pitts raised his fist and knocked on the door, then bolted down the hall with a quick, "Good luck!"

Meeks stood there, speechless, as Y/N’s door opened. His face flushed bright red as Y/N appeared in the doorway, smiling brightly at him, though her eyes quickly darted behind him.

"Meeks!" she said happily. "Hey! Where’s Pitts?"

Meeks swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Um... It’s just, uh, me," he stammered, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. "Pitts had... something come up."

Y/N’s smile faltered for a split second. "Oh... I see."

Her voice was soft, a hint of nerves creeping in. She quickly tried to cover it, but Meeks caught the slight change, and his heart sank. He interpreted her hesitation as disappointment. Maybe she didn’t want to be stuck alone with him.

"I-I can go," Meeks said, stepping back, his voice stumbling. "I should probably be studying for that test Cameron’s studying for too."

Before he could make his retreat, Y/N’s hand shot out and grabbed his. The warmth of her fingers sent a shock through him, and he froze in place, staring at her hand holding his.

"I really want you here, Meeks," Y/N said, her voice more certain now. "Let’s watch the movie. Just the two of us, okay?"

Meeks blinked, his face burning, but he nodded slowly. "O-Okay. Yeah."

Y/N smiled, pulling him gently into the room. The door clicked shut behind them, and the sound seemed to echo in the sudden quiet. They stood there for a moment, Y/N letting go of his hand to straighten the pillows on her bed.

"Go ahead and sit," Y/N said with a soft smile. "I’ll grab snacks. I’ve got popcorn and some candy."

Meeks nodded and awkwardly sat on the edge of her bed, glancing around the cozy dorm room. His heart raced, knowing they were alone now, and the thought of just the two of them watching a movie together made his palms sweat.

Y/N returned a moment later, arms full with a bowl of popcorn and a variety of candy. She set them down on the small table next to her bed before pausing. "Do you want to share a blanket?" she asked, her voice casual, though she seemed a little nervous.

Meeks nodded again, quietly. "Sure."

Y/N grabbed a large, soft blanket and threw it over both of them, the fabric draping across their laps. She settled in beside him, her shoulder lightly brushing his as she grabbed the remote to start La La Land. The movie began, and for a while, they sat in comfortable silence, occasionally making small talk between bites of popcorn. Meeks was too nervous to make a lot of conversation, but Y/N’s presence beside him was both calming and nerve-wracking. He tried to focus on the screen, but every time she shifted slightly next to him, his mind raced.

Then came the planetarium scene. The stars swirled on the screen, and the music swelled as Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone began to dance, spinning in slow, dreamlike circles. Meeks could feel his pulse quicken as the characters drew closer, the tension building until they finally kissed.

Meeks nearly jumped at the sight, his body stiffening as a wave of embarrassment washed over him. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck and to his face, turning bright red. Y/N, noticing the movement, glanced over at him, catching his flushed expression. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but she stayed quiet, her own nerves making her play with the hem of the blanket.

Neither of them said anything, their mutual awkwardness filling the space between them. Y/N glanced back at the screen, deciding to ignore the moment for now, though her heart was racing just as much as Meeks’.

They watched the rest of the movie in near silence, both pretending the earlier tension wasn’t lingering. When the credits rolled, Y/N let out a soft sigh.

"I loved it," she said, reaching over for some of the now-cold popcorn. "But... I hated the ending."

Meeks nodded in agreement, still a little red. "Yeah... they were in love. They should’ve ended up together."

Y/N smiled at him, their earlier awkwardness fading slightly now that the movie was over. "Exactly. It’s just... sad. It wasn’t supposed to be like that."

Meeks felt a little braver now, glancing over at her. "Maybe in a different version of the story, they do."

"Maybe." Y/N smiled softly, still thinking about the movie. She glanced at Meeks, her expression becoming more serious as she spoke, almost dreamily. “I want that someday.”

Meeks blinked, looking at her with curiosity. “Want what?”

“To be in love,” Y/N said quietly, her eyes meeting his with a sincerity that made his heart pound.

Meeks felt a surge of panic and excitement all at once. He swallowed hard, trying to muster the courage to respond. “I think I can help with that.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and excitement washing over her. “You can?” she asked, leaning in slightly, her voice full of hope.

Meeks took a deep breath. “I-I love you, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice shaking slightly. “I’ve been scared because I’m so shy, and I didn’t know if you felt the same. But you… you’re everything to me. I think the world of you. I want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words. She smiled warmly, reaching for his hand. “I’ve always admired you, Meeks. I think we’d be good for each other.”

Meeks’ face lit up, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the weight of their confessions hanging in the air.

Y/N then smirked, her mind drifting back to the movie. “You know, that kiss scene... maybe we should try it sometime.”

Meeks, still a little dazed, blinked. “What, flying?” he teased, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes, playfully nudging him before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Meeks froze, his mind racing. The kiss was brief but sweet, and when Y/N pulled away, Meeks felt like he was going to implode.

“T-thank you,” Meeks stammered, his face a deep shade of red. Without thinking, he jumped up, nearly tripping over his own feet as he headed for the door. “Goodnight!” he called out, rushing out of the room.

The door clicked shut behind him, and he stood in the hallway, breathless. After a moment, he realized something important. He knocked on the door again, his heart pounding in his chest.

Y/N opened the door, her face filled with curiosity. “Meeks?”

“Does this mean we’re dating?” Meeks asked, his voice a little shaky but determined.

Y/N’s smile widened, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “I want it if you do.”

Meeks’ nerves melted away as he stepped forward and kissed her again, this time with more bravery, letting himself savor the moment. When they finally pulled apart, he grinned. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Meeks,” she whispered back, watching him leave with a smile still on her face.

As Meeks made his way down the dorm hallway, feeling lighter than air, he opened the building door only to be met with the grinning faces of all the Dead Poets waiting outside. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide with surprise.

“How was your date?” Pitts asked, leaning forward eagerly.

Meeks, still flustered and red-faced, managed to stammer, “W-we kissed.”

The entire group erupted into cheers, whoops, and laughter. Charlie patted him hard on the back, grinning from ear to ear. “That’s our Meeks!”

Todd and Neil exchanged knowing smiles, while Knox nodded approvingly. Meeks blinked, still processing everything. “Wait... how did you all know?”

Charlie chuckled, throwing an arm around Meeks' shoulder. “This was a plan to set you up all along, buddy.”

Meeks looked around at his friends, realization dawning on him. “You... you set this whole thing up?”

“We knew you two liked each other but were too shy to do anything about it,” Neil added, his eyes twinkling. “So we helped things along.”

Meeks smiled, feeling warmth spread through his chest. “Thanks, guys.”

“Anytime, lover boy!” Charlie teased with a wink as they all laughed and walked back to their dorms, leaving Meeks with the best night of his life.

[mylittledelulucorner]

Happy Birthday!!!

Happy birthday to one of my favourite actors ever. I just love this man and his craft. I don’t have a lot to contribute to our fandom so enjoy these silly little birthday posts that I made.

Happy birthday to him! May this day and year be filled with love, joy, great health and happiness. More adventures and happy memories.

Can’t wait to see him on our screens again!

[poemcal]

helloo, I would like to make a request for Todd. where the reader is cheeky and flirts with him during breaks, but also leaves him small poems where she confesses her love. He feels the same way but she doesn't know it, and he confesses it to her one day when he hears her crying under a tree because she felt that he would never like her, and that she felt stupid trying to make him like her.

by the way, i love how you write and I fell in love the first time I saw Ethan Hawke in the movie😭😭💖

warning: none, too fluffy maybe!!

summary: how bad can it be having a crush on your classmate? Leaving poems in his desk, just as secretly as he is in love with you.

a/n: a long one, that's it, please clap for me A WHOLE THREE HOURS WRITING THIS 😭😭😭 hope you liked it!!! AND TY FOR YOU WORDS AND SAME I FELL FOR ETHAN IN THIS MOVIE TOO 😭😭🤍

✿ I LIKE YOU, YOU LIKE ME? : TODD ANDERSON

Every day you wait for Todd and his group of friends during breaks, since you didn’t share any classes with him. At first, you were friends with Pitts, and then you became close with all of them, except Todd. One day after classes, you saw him sitting alone. He always seemed like a bundle of nerves, but you liked that about him. You snuck up on him until you were right by his side.

“Writing for English?” Your voice made him jump in his seat, and he looked at you, startled.

“Y-yeah. I mean, no,” he stammered at first, closing his notebook and glancing around as if searching for help.

“I heard the classes are very... strange?”

Todd looked at you, almost offended, and shook his head. “It’s more than that. It’s like a lifestyle.”

“Wow. I’d like to be there, then,” you said with a smile, sitting beside him and glancing at how his hands were clinging to his pants, holding onto his comfort zone.

“You should. Why aren’t you? Aren’t we in the same year?” he asked with an honest curiosity that made you smile. It seemed like he was interested in you, in a way.

You nodded. “We are, but I got assigned a different teacher. Old-fashioned and boring, but he reads us beautiful poems,” you admitted, and for the first time, Todd smiled—just at you.

“You read poetry?”

“Of course! Although we read a bit of everything, it’s always Shakespeare.”

“Mr. Keating prefers Whitman, I guess.”

Since that conversation, you would find yourself approaching Todd during every break, taking the opportunity to give him small hints about your feelings toward him, which only grew stronger. The others could notice what you were doing, but Todd? Todd always seemed to be too caught up in his thoughts, never really in the moment, but still, you liked him more.

"Todd!" You shouted from across the campus and ran in his direction. Todd blushed at feeling so many eyes on him, but still, he stopped and waited for you. "Thanks for coming over," you said, laughing, and stopped by his side, letting your lungs take in a bit of air.

"‘I-I’m sorry!’ He would say, embarrassed to feel so clumsy just watching you run.

"It’s okay" you said with a smile, stepping closer. "On Monday, I’ll have a presentation" you started shyly, and Todd looked at you, confused. ‘I’ll have to recite a poem.’

"Do you want help?’" he asked, with a voice as delicate as always.

"No! I mean, I would loved that, but I already have one, I just... I don’t know, I thought maybe you could come watch me.’

Todd paused for a few seconds, then snapped back to reality and nodded. "Of course. I don’t think I have anything to do. J-just tell me the time, and I’ll be there." He never looked you in the eyes for long. For a few seconds, his eyes would meet yours, then he would find something less invasive to focus on. But you liked it.

"At four. Library. If you go, you should bring me some roses."

"I-i should?" Todd nervously looked around. "I'll have to grab some from here, then."

You laughed. "Bring some pretty ones."

"Aren't all flowers pretty?"

You nodded. "You're right. I should be more specific. Bring ones that won't make me sneeze all day."

"You're allergic? Then why would you ask me to bring flowers?"

You shrugged. "Because they're pretty. The gesture will be sweet, too," you said, winking at him, making Todd blush slightly.

After that conversation, you began leaving little notes with poems written for Todd under his desk every day without fail. You would hide behind the door, watching his reaction from the hallway. His pink cheeks, sparkling eyes, a shy smile he failed to hide, and his hands hurriedly stuffing the notes into his pockets made you completely happy. You wondered if he kept them for himself and hid them somewhere special.

Weeks went by, and your moment to recite in the library finally came.

When it was your turn to step up, you held the paper in your trembling hands, and your eyes instinctively searched for that blonde hair, but failed. Todd hadn’t shown up. You sighed in disappointment and recited your poem. The room filled with applause and cheers, and people praised you all the way back to your seat. As you walked back to your dorm, you saw him. Todd Anderson was sitting on the grass with the other poets laughing, and suddenly, it all made sense. He didn’t like you.

Todd looked at you, his eyes wide open, but you simply turned away and headed toward the solace of your dorm.

The next days, the notes on his desk stopped appearing, taking with them Todd’s excitement to arrive early to class just to read them. From then on, you also avoided Todd at all costs, not wanting to see his face, wishing to forget him. But he remained etched in your mind and heart, as important as a commandment and as necessary as the air in your lungs.

But you never cried, instead, you were angry at yourself for your foolish efforts to win his affection, which ultimately amounted to nothing. That changed one afternoon when you were sitting under a tree, far from Welton. The wind played with your hair, and the orange sunlight on your face heightened your emotions, and you ended up crying.

Footsteps startled you, and as you looked up, there he was. Todd. His face, worried and exhausted as always, but this time, his eyes held an unusual brightness.

He knelt in front of you, his face full of concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his hesitant hands hovering in the air, unsure whether to touch you.

You nodded. "Yeah, go away, Todd."

"No, you're not," he murmured, watching as you swallowed your tears and avoided his gaze.

"I am. It's nothing, okay?"

"Come on, you can tell me," he whispered, something inside him knowing it was his fault, yet still gathering the courage when he saw you crying under that old tree.

"Todd, just—"

"I'm sorry," he blurted out, interrupting you. "I didn’t mean to miss your presentation. It’s just that—"

"You don’t have to make excuses, Todd. Really. You could’ve just said no," you murmured, letting out a tired sigh.

"No! I wanted to go. It's just... I wanted to find flowers for you, but I couldn’t. I asked the guys for help. At three! But time passed, and we failed. I’m sorry," he stammered, his hands fidgeting in a silent war with each other.

"Todd. It was sweet of you to try. But it's okay, I forgive you. That’s not why I’m like this, so don’t feel bad," you said, your voice as strained as Todd’s, which wasn’t usual for you.

"Then what is it? Y-you can trust me, I promise," he said, sitting in front of you, moving a few inches closer.

"It's silly," you said, playing with the long grass beneath your feet. "I'm... scared?" you confessed.

"Scared?"

"Yes, you know. That feeling you get when you think about the future or the past or the dark or—"

"I know! I mean, scared of what? I’m scared of many things... too many," he murmured, looking at you expectantly

"Of love," you admitted, embarrassed. "Not love itself, but the absence of love, you know?" Todd nodded eagerly. "I mean, I don’t know if I’ll ever be loved or if I’ll have something with someone! And it's scary."

You felt so small next to Todd, filled with fear, shame, and shyness. Todd, on the other hand, felt with so much power, more power than what he liked. He knew he needed to encourage you, but the words wouldn’t leave his mouth, making the moment worse.

"Don’t say that. You will be loved, you already are."

"By my mom, maybe," you said with a chuckle.

"No, I mean, yes! But I mean romantically."

"Do you believe in that idea that the love of my life is destined and wandering out there?" you whispered as if sharing a secret.

Todd nodded. "Y-yes. They could be very close to you. Closer than you think. Right in front of you... trying so hard to be noticed. Failing. Always," he finished with a whisper, his hands ceasing their internal fight and gripping each other for comfort.

"Todd, what are you talking about?" you asked breathlessly.

"I like you! I like you..." For the first time in your life, you heard him speak so loudly and clearly that it startled you, leaving you unable to form any words. "You don’t have to say anything... Your eyes. They say more. Always," he murmured, looking into your eyes for so long that you feared feeling exposed.

But then you understood. You already were. Todd already knew you were the girl behind the poetry and that you felt as deeply for him as he did for you. His hands released their grip and gently touched your face, wiping away the silent tears streaming down your cheeks and caressing the flushed areas. Your crying stopped, and your heart raced. You felt his heavy breathing over you, and he felt yours. After a few seconds, Todd kissed you. It was short, rushed, and anxious. But it was the best kiss you’d ever had in your life.

"I like you too. A lot, Todd," you whispered without opening your eyes, afraid your eyes would say more than your lips.

"I knew it the second week the notes stopped," he said, and you opened your eyes. "That’s when I realized I wasn’t the only one in love."

"Todd..." He silenced you with another kiss, this one slow, delicate, and patient, filled with unwritten poetry between the lines. Much better than the first, leaving you wanting more.

After that, the two of you began dating. You showed your love through physical acts, like kissing, hugging, or holding hands all the time. Meanwhile, Todd preferred to be more reserved. He now left you notes and preferred to kiss you in secret, feeling the intimacy of his love. And then, everything made sense.