#meeks x charlie

[cowboylexapro]

hc todd and meeks became the masters of the toads and frogs in weltons lake and they show their froggie and toadie friends to their bfs like a lil friend prize

[dammitthenameisnuwanda]

I found this on Pinterest and have no idea who is an author but im the biggest fan

[rocknluvy]

charlie: i think we should kiss.

meeks: and i think you should die, but we don’t always get what we want.

(and then they kiss 𖹭)

[littlespringdandelion]

poly poets sketches vol 2

[inahallucination]

which dps ship has the 

character a, randomly: ok we’re dating now

character b: okay.

character b: who r u again

dynamic ?

[daveys-sister]

Meeks: I'm trash. Charlie: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you? Meeks:

Meeks: *squeak*

[girls-of-the-dead-poets]

neil: hey meeks can you help me with my trig?

meeks with his head buried in a book: sorry neil i need to find cameron i think charlie locked him in his wardrobe

neil: fair enough

todd: *pulls cameron out from under the table where he was hiding*

todd making meeks sit down: help neil. please. i think i will die if he cries over maths anymore.

[felix-the-third]

Meeks is a more theory person that likes learning by books and Charlie is the more hands on person that learns tons better by actually doing it

[felix-likes-to-write]

The rain was hitting the windows like a drum, taking its anger and hatred towards the world, the wind joining in on the non existent battle, fighting against who knows what and what knows who. It was similar to the way Charlie's mind was working right now.

It was well past midnight, not a whisper or creak could be heard, except for some snores from Cameron (that sounded more like a choked animal than a human snore in Charlie's view). Under a dim, pale, yellow lamp, Charlie was scratching away his poetry.

Now one might think if the found him like this that he finally decided to be studious and get into his studies, but that one that would find him might not know him well at all. For not really anyone knows what happens in Charlie's head.

It was a love poem. A confession letter one might add. A love letter filled with compliments and wishes to he loved by the one he desires, the one his heart throbs with love and warmth everytime he walks into the room.

Back to Charlie's mind, it was a mess. One side was fighting to give his crush the poem that ofcourse he'll return his feelings, though the other was not so keen, the other fought hard against this, saying that it would be daft. What if he won't return his feelings? What if he doesn't? What if it will all go wrong!

Charlie tried calm himself down, he could do this, he could obviously do this, just creep down to the hallway and slio in the nite under the doorway, easy as that, it was fine. Totally fine. More fine than fine itself. So he got up quietly as to not wake up anyone and went out. It was gonna be fine, he kept telling himself.

Except it really wasn't. It really really wasn't, he was standing right there in the middle of the hallway!

Meeks

Steven Meeks the crush himself.

Standing by the open window. He was mesmerized how the silver rays shaded his skin makeing him glow, how he himself looked like a painting in that moment.

Charlie's heart started racing, his hands, legs, shaking, he had this uncomfortable nervousness in the very pit of his stomach. He felt as if he wanted to vomit. He couldn't do it. Oh well better luck next time.

That was until he himself spotted Charlie.

"Charlie!" Meeks whispered quietly but audibly, enough for Charlie to hear clear enough, "Are you here to get a bit of fresh air too?"

Charlie cursed under his breath. Why did he come up here in the first place? Why didn't he listen to his negative and logic side for once? Well, it was too late. He let out a shaky breath and put on his signature Dalton smirk.

"So, after being cooped up in your room all night and day wasting away, you finally come out," whispered Charlie teasing Meeks as per usual. Keep it cool Charlie.

"Well, you can thank my teachers for making me pick such odd times to come out," replied back Meeks, in a teasing tone, except there was some tiredness and sadness that intertwined greatly with it all.

Charlie's smirk fell a bit, knowing how hard Meeks works, being the top in all of his subjects is not at all the slightest easy.

"You know Meeks, having a brain like that and put in every good book there is, is challenging, but Steven,"

Meeks was stunned Charlie doesn't usually say his first name, always uses his surname as a sort of nickname for him. He turns to looks at Charlie, stunned by how the bright moon radiates it's cold light all over Charlie's face, making him look younger, and more innocent.

"You should never put school before your work, alright, if you need a break just tell me, and I'll make sure you do no work during it,"

Meeks smiled softly, he loved this side of Charlie, the one that took care of his friends. The one that made sure everyone was alright. He loved this side to much. Before he could thank Charlie, his eyes wandered to, what seemed to be a letter in Charlie's hand.

Before thinking, Meeks asked, "Oh, what's that you have there?"

Charlie froze, oh God he saw it!?!? No, he had to say it now, ut was now or never, it was the perfect timing too!

"This is for you," and he handed Meeks the poem "Read it now if you want or never, I don't mind at all really," he said his voice going quiet.

Meeks without a word read instantly. Charlie was nervous. Was he just supposed to stand there? Should he move? Give him space? It was a bit awkward while Meeks read, but very soon he finished.

Meeks was blushing. Charlie had liked him back. Charlie and him liked each other, still stummed, he asked, "Is it true?"

Charlie was gonna melt. "Ofcourse it's true every last word of what I wrote and more, your are like the moon I see in the night sky, you hold me in place without you I don't know where I'd be in, you're smart and the most beautiful person I've ever met. So believe me when I say, everything I wrote and more, it's all true, I love you Steven. "

Meeks couldn't contain himself with how happy he was at Charlie's response, so without thinking to cupped both of his cheeks and kissed him. At first Charlie was surprised was soon learned into it too. It was soft yet full of emotion, longing, romance, everything into the pot.

When they broke, Charlie leaned his forehead against Meeks', and whispered final time, "I love you."

[cc-tinslebee]

this but with the Dead Poets Society

rating: 1.5

does not have: a good relationship with father, neurotypical brain, driver’s license

has: a job, ability to top

notes: I’m considering acting a job </3 he’s working, bitch!!

rating: 1 (out of respect)

does not have: a job, a good relationship with father, neurotypical brain, ability to top, driver’s license

notes: in Todd’s defence, I think he’s a switch + the second one to get his license but only AFTER he’s turned eighteen because he’s just like me fr /j

rating: 1

does not have: a job, good relationship with father, neurotypical brain, driver’s license

has: ability to top

notes: nah, because we all saw how he bosses meeks around right

rating: 3

does not have: neurotypical brain, driver’s license

has: a job, good relationship with father, ability to top

notes: he’s the perfect man. also don’t fight me on the top thing, he’s a brat tamer, have you SEEN the way he sasses back at Charlie

rating: 1.5

does not have: a job, ability to top, driver’s license

has: good relationship with father, neurotypical brain(?)

notes: sorry, pittsie, ily

rating: 2

does not have: a job, ability to top, driver’s license

has: good relationship with father, neurotypical brain

notes: simp. (now I’m not saying he CAN’T top, I’m just saying he doesn’t do it well <3 /j)

rating: 3

does not have: good relationship with father, ability to top

has: a job, neurotypical brain, driver’s license

notes: he and meeks are the holders of the only functioning brain cells.

bonus round because these gifs have been terrorising me all throughout this process

rating: 4

does not have: neurotypical brain

has: a job, good relationship with father, ability to top, driver’s license

notes: stick simps come get your juice (based on vibes alone feel free to disagree <3)

rating: 2.5

does not have: who fucking knows honestly

has: a job, neurotypical brain, driver’s license

notes: had to shave off a few point because he no longer has a job technically </3

[brabe]

guys we are always talking, as we should, about the way neil looks at todd when he improvises the poem and how you can literally pinpoint the moment when neil falls in love, BUT what about the way meeks looks at charlie when he starts jamming on the saxophone because it’s another oh oh  moment if i ever saw one

[cowboylexapro]

charlie: ohhhhhhh meeksie! look! mistletoe! you know what that means!

meeks:

meeks: charles im not kissing you under a parasite

[dammitthenameisnuwanda]

To all dead poets bestis - yeah u totally should do that tattoo u’ve been thinking about

[rocknluvy]

meeks: relationships should be 50/50.

meeks: charlie cooks us dinner, and I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

[littlespringdandelion]

Genderfluid he/she meeks genderfluid he/she meeks genderuid h-

Charlie bought him this shirt and is taking the photo

[postnuclearel]

You guys are the coolest ever idek