#richard cameron x reader

[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

[gracelandtoolover]

dead poets society masterlist

neil perry

nothing yet

todd anderson

nothing yet

charlie dalton

nothing yet

stephen meeks

nothing yet

gerard pitts

nothing yet

knox overstreet

nothing yet

richard cameron

nothing yet

[teddy06writes]

Dating the Dead Poets HCs

Requested by this anon: "yo hey if your taking requests can i request some headcanons about whatd itd be like to date poly!dead poets? tnx :3"

The Dead Poets x reader

Trigger warnings: maybe some swearing

premise: hcs for dating the poets!

so, no, i in fact do not know you all get together, bc logistally there are too many possibilities

but, in general, with you to complete the group, it's the perfect fit with everyone balancing eachother out

When Cam and Todd (or any of the others really) are up too late trying to study, you and Neil always tag team them into going to bed

You and Cam talk charlie out of doing stupid shit a lot

Helping Knox plan romantic dates for the whole group, (and keeping him from going too overboard)

I feel like after every event worth celebrating, once it's done, you all go up to the diner in Town and cram yourself into one booth, as a treat; so like, after any of Neil's plays- diner, a winning a rowing competition- diner, winning a soccer game- diner, pitts and meeks complete another invention or experiment- diner,

The best part (probably) about having seven boyfriends, is that you always have someone to talk to, or hang out with, even if some of the others have to be off doing something

at least twice a month, you guys make a giant pillow for in Charlie and Cameron's room, and just like ignore any responsibility for a weekend,

dude, during dead poets meetings, if you get cold theres always any number of them more than willing to cuddle 'for warmth'

uhhh thats all i've got

[dreamsofjanuary]

hii!! could you do some "dating richard cameron & being charlie's childhood friend" hc? I WOULD REALLY LOVE IT!! <3 maybe something where the reader's really outgoing & likes cameron & actually flirts with him but he thinks it's a joke bc she's besties with charlie. thanks in advance :))

dating richard and being charlie’s childhood friend

notes: okay i am SO sorry that i left you waiting this long! i haven’t been active on this account for months, i’m so sorry! also i first wrote this as richard x charlie’s sister!reader and had to edit it when i realised it wasn’t what you were after so i apologise if it’s a bit messy!

warnings: overprotective charlie, annoying charlie

- your parents were friends with charlie’s parents at school, so it was no surprise that when they found out they were both having children months apart, they were going to make sure they were friends

- you had always been close, so it’s no surprise that you were friendly with his friends too - even if you didn’t see them as much as you saw him

- you were closest to neil - they were best friends, after all (and he’s the friendliest)

- you first saw richard at a christmas ball that involved both welton and henley hall

- you saw charlie causing trouble and annoying everyone with his group; all but one of them

- immediately, you were infatuated by this boy, and went over to talk to him

- he was very shy (but it was obvious to everyone that he thought you were beautiful)

- when you left, charlie nearly slapped him

- “my friends are off limits, you creep!”

- due to charlie’s overprotectiveness (and his dislike for richard), you had to keep your relationship a secret for a while

- there was a lot of sneaking around

- richard, being a perfect gentleman, didn’t like this at first. he wanted to treat you right

- but then he remembered the anger in charlie’s eyes during the ball and knew that you couldn’t go public

- it all went perfectly for a few months, until charlie walked in on richard reading a suspicious letter

- the handwriting and perfume that was sprayed on the letter were all too familiar

- when he snatched the letter from richard’s hand and read it, he was totally enraged

- pitts and knox had to hold him back

- he was very very angry at you for not telling him - he felt betrayed

- but he quickly forgave you once you filled him in on all the details he’d missed

- it took him a while to forgive richard, but once he saw how well he treated you, he knew you were in safe hands

- charlie’s parents were practically yours too, so once you told your parents, you had to tell his too

- all four of them were thrilled!

- they loved richard as charlie’s friend already - this was perfect for them!

- mortifying for richard - his first time meeting your parents was also his first time properly meeting charlie’s parents

- of course, was very nervous to meet them

- they’d invited him over for a family dinner, but he got along with them spectacularly

- the only thing he had to worry about was charlie being annoying and teasing the two of you

- you nearly threw a fork at him when he started making kissing noises

- although it took him a while to come round, charlie knows that richard loves you and that you’re happy with him

[teddyduchampsglasses]

Hey if you're taking request (I couldn't see anywhere that said if you were or weren't sorry) could you do a Richard Cameron x reader with insomnia please?

Richard Cameron x Reader With Insomnia 

Paring: Richard Cameron x gender neutral reader

Movie: Dead Poets Society 

Summary: What it would be like dating Richard Cameron while having insomnia 

Warnings: Mentions of insomnia

Word count: 1,330

• At first, your sleeping disorder was a problem in your relationship, as Cameron was someone who went to bed at exactly seven every night, while you were up into the late hours of the morning, around five, six, or later. Your sleeping schedules clashed because Cameron was awake extremely early, getting up in morning just around the same time you were finally drifting off to sleep, while you didn't get up into late in the afternoon or sometime during the night; when he was awake, you were asleep, and when you were awake, he was asleep. You practically had no time to spend with one another which was a large issue between the two of you. And Cameron, being the light sleeper that he is, it was almost impossible for him to get sleep while you were up and about, rummaging through yours or his dorms, where ever he chose to sleep that night, causing him to easily be woken from his slumber. Your options were extremely limited. 

• The meetings were the first domino that fell among the two of you, the sessions were the first option that came about. Of course, they weren't as private as the two of you had preferred, Charlie constantly throwing things at the two of you or Neil would politely call upon Cameron to assist him with something, but the two of you would take whatever time you could get. Richard and yourself loved cuddling with one another during the frigid get togethers, sitting with your head upon his shoulder and his arm wrapped appropriately around your waist while coved in a small throw blanket. This action often caused one of the other poets to exclaim “Ew! PDA!” On your way to and from each of these conferences, your boyfriend would always hold your hand and allow you to wear a jacket or sweatshirt of his as you both looked up towards the sky, admiring the stars as the two of you talked and caught up.

• Cameron soon began taking every opportunity he possibly had to be around you, practically deprived of the love an affection he received during the meetings. Logic had seemingly suddenly kicked in when he got the idea to just go to your dorm during his free time. He would sneak into your room, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could, as not to wake you, by slowly shutting the door, quietly creeping around your room, basically memorizing where every squeaky floor board was placed around your room, before slowly crawling upon your bed. He always made sure he would rid of his shoes before entering your domain, as to lessen the possibility of causing a disruption. Anyway, once he had successfully made it upon your bed, he would retrieve his homework before combing his hands through your hair, brushing a few strands from your face so he could admire you before beginning to quietly hum to himself. This chain of events would usually slightly wake you, disrupting your sleep as you felt someone way down the free side of your bed before placing their fingers upon your hair. “Hello?” You'd mutter out, sleep still laced within your shaken up voice. “Its just me, my dear,” Cameron would respond before running the back of his hand across your face, caressing your cheek “go back to sleep.” You'd slightly hum in response before obeying his order, letting yourself fall back into a deep slumber, much more relaxed within his grasp.

• He would also disappear into the depths of your room whenever he wished to nap; although, these types of occasions were rare, for one: Cameron didn't often have a lot of free time on his hands, and two: He didn't usually take naps due to his productive sleep schedule. But even so, he would still pace in the direction of you room during the study halls in which he found himself dozing off to sleep during, his eyelids becoming heavy as he felt it become increasing hard to hold up the weight of his own head. He would trudge into your room before kicking off his shoes, dropping his books and jacket before promptly jumping upon your bed, the entire mattress rattling as he did so, sinking into “his side” of your bed. Usually, the two of you would sleep in various different positions, what ever felt most comfortable in the moment, but your favorites included sleeping upon your stomachs, face down into the pillows upon your bed while Cameron draped his arm across your back, you also favored simply laying upon your backs, facing the ceiling while you held hands, your fingers laced together as you placed your leg over one of his own, your ankle attempting to twirl itself around his. You also enjoyed when the red head laid upon his back, giving you access to wrap your arms around him, toss a leg across his waist, and successfully place your head upon his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, clasping his hands together upon your rip cage before letting his face relax into the top of your head.

• During the weekends or vacations, the freckle covered boy does his best to stay up late with you, but it’s practically impossible. He cant even seem to stay up past 10:30, already yawning and dozing off to sleep as a result of his extreme exhaustion. He’ll arrive at your dorm around three or four-ish in the afternoon, brining snacks and activities along with him. You’ll spend a few hours chatting with one another while eating your favorite foods; you’ll gossip, cuddle, and possibly play a few card games while giggling amongst each other. But, by 8:00, he is always already blinking himself awake, at 9:00, he’s practically sleeping where he sits, and at 10:30, he’s out cold. You always respect his attempts though, and the couple hours you do get to spend talking and laughing with one another is something you’ll always cherish. And besides, it always gives you the opportunity to draw idiotic images upon his pale skin while he rests. 

• Cameron is always there to comfort and have your back whenever you show up to numerous classes exhausted and extremely sleep deprived. Your eyes will be blood shot due to your lack of sleep but also the multiple hours you most likely spent crying, begging your body to just shut down and let you rest. If a teacher is giving you a hard time due to you yawning or resting during their lesson, the male will waist no time to jump in and stand up for you, politely explaining the situation to the teacher. He’ll lean over and rub your back, caressing your skin as you let yourself relax, your head placed in your arms. There has been many times Cameron has arrived at your dorm around lunch time to check on you, just to find you curled up into a ball in the corner of your bed, sobbing violently, exclaiming your frustration and how you haven't slept in multiple hours. He is always there to comfort you in anyway you request; holding you in his arms as he brushes the hair from your vision, kissing your tear stained skin before rubbing your back and whispering comforting words into the silent room.

• One morning, he woke up with you sleeping peacefully in his arms, rays of sun casting onto your face through the cracks and crevasse of the curtains, the lighting accentuating your perfect features as Cameron just admired you. He practically started crying as pride coursed though his veins, so extremely happy that he was comforting enough to help you sleep, even if it was just a once in a life time occurrence; waking up to the warmth of your body in his arms as the scent of you filled his nostrils will be a memory engraved into his mind for the rest of his life.

[angelbowerz]

Being the only girl at Welton Academy/your first day

Movie- Dead poets society

Summary- it's your first day at Welton academy and you get taken in by the dead poets♡

-you started a few days into the semester and you basically spent your first day getting introduced to the school (no classes)

-you'll get a teachers room as your own dorm (with an en suite) because you obviously can't be sharing a bedroom and the showers with boys😭

-when the boys saw you walking to your dorm..their jaws DROPPED

-Cameron was the only one who disagreed with the idea

"This is called an all boys school for a reason🙄"

-when their classes ended for lunch, they were all hovering over your door until someone had the courage to knock on the door (cough cough Mr Charlie Dalton cough cough)

-when you open the door he gives *that smirk* and says "hello there pretty lady, need any help with anything?😏"

-all the others was just gawping, too scared to say anything

-After you finish packing, you go to Mr Nolan's office to find out what extra circular activities you get

-he gives VERY strict rules of no dating..blah blah blah

-then he says you're getting a tour from his 'best student'..more like favourite student

-and who walks through the door? Do I really need to answer that?

-OF COURSE IT'S RICHARD CAMERON

-the most awkward tour...mainly because

A. He doesn't want you at the school

And

B. He spends the whole time actually talking about the school (no small talk)

-At the end if the tour, Charlie finds you and says

"Ohhh it's the pretty lady...well hey, why don't you come meet my friends? ;)"

-the whole time you're sitting with the dead poets at dinner

Charlie just flirts with you

Todd is too shy to say more than 3 words

Cameron either talks about lessons and shades you until Charlie shuts him up

Meeks just watches you in awe and giggles the whole time

Pitts just blurts out random nonsense then just awkwardly laughs afterwards

Knox just talks about Chris

Neil is the sweetest one who generally keeps a conversation without flirting the whole time (cough cough charlie once again)

-Charlie invites you along to a dead poet meeting and Cameron just says

"Guys, do we really need MORE members"

-Charlie just puts him in his place (as per usual)

-anyway...later that night ya'll sneak out to the cave

-you sit (forced) next to Charlie

"I'll protect you pretty lady ;)"

-Meeks+Pitts still watches you in awe the whole time

"Your hair just looks so...amazing"

"Yeahhh...amazing"

*giggles*

-Neil and Cameron are the only ones who actually reads from the book

-Charlie does some overdramatic performance just to impress you

-Todd rarely speaks but sometimes smiles at you (cutiepie)

-what does knox do? Oh I wonder...TALKS ABOUT CHRIS THE WHOLE TIME!!!

-After they notice you getting sleepy ya'll sneak back into the school

-then you all go back to your dorms and fall asleep

[theladwhoisweird]

I was good. I was really good.

It's been 64 years, Neil.

[currently-munching]

we need to revive this fandom like we weren't able to do with neil.

[remusbutfemale]

Wet hair

Steven meeks x f! Reader

Slight nsfw

Enjoy!

Y/n sat in Steven's dorm room waiting for him to return from the shower. She sighed and looked around the room for something to entertain her while she waited. She picked up the Latin book on his desk and observed the cover. "Of course he has a Latin book," she mumbled to herself.

Just then, the door opened slowly, revealing Steven's silhouette as he walked in. His hair was still slightly wet from the shower he had just taken, and droplets of water glistened on his broad shoulders. Y/n couldn't help but stare at him in awe, her heart beating faster as he approached her. "Hey, baby," he said in a raspy voice, sending shivers down Y/n's spine. She had always found his voice incredibly sexy, and now, with him standing so close, her innocent thoughts turned to not-so-innocent ones. She tried to keep her composure, but her knees couldn't resist the overwhelming desire to buckle under his gaze.

As he spoke, a slight smirk appeared on his face. "What's wrong, baby? You okay? You seem a little red," he teased the girl, who responded by blushing and looking down at her feet. He stepped closer to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her chin with his other hand. She looked up to meet his gaze, and he kissed her passionately. As their lips met, she felt her hands instinctively move to his wet hair, slightly tugging at it.

"Fuck, y/n," he whimpered against her lips. "I need you," he whined again. She pushed him onto the bed and went to lock the door so no one would walk in on their intimate moment.

As she leaned in, her heart raced with anticipation. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, and her hands trembled slightly as she placed them gently on his chest. Slowly, she began to kiss him with a tender passion, savoring the taste of his lips and the feel of his hands on her hips. With each passing moment, the intensity of their embrace grew, and soon they were lost in the blissful moment of each other's company.

She pulled away from him, her breathing heavy and ragged. Her mind was racing, but she couldn't find the right words to say. Everything was happening too fast, and she felt like she was losing control. As she tried to catch her breath, he pulled her back into his embrace, his hands exploring her body in a way that both excited and scared her. She moaned softly, unable to resist his touch, and lost herself in the moment. For a while, nothing else mattered. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in a passionate embrace.

She tried to remove her clothing, but it was difficult to do so on her own. He noticed her struggling and offered to help. As he leaned in to assist her, she couldn't help but notice that his glasses were fogged up from their earlier kissing. She appreciated his help and decided to return the favor by helping him remove his own clothing. As they began to playfully flirt and tease each other, the air around them was filled with excitement and anticipation.

As she positioned herself on top of him, he could feel his heart racing with anticipation. His breath caught as he watched her slide onto him, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. When she gasped, it was like music to his ears, a sound so sweet and heavenly that he never wanted it to end. As he looked up at her, he could see the desire burning in her eyes, and he knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be. "You're too perfect," he whispered, his head thrown back in ecstasy as she began to move. Every moment with her was like a dream come true, and he never wanted to wake up.

As she moved slowly and sensually, her body responded to the pleasure that engulfed her. She whimpered in his ear, and he responded by gripping her hips firmly, helping to guide her movements. As they continued to explore each other, their passion grew, filling the room with an intense heat that seemed to touch every corner. She felt alive, and every touch, every movement, only added to her excitement. It was as if nothing else mattered in the world, and for that brief moment, they were the only two people who existed.

[ash5monster01]

Truths of Our Past Part 3

Pairing: Older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, depressing thoughts, past trauma, facing trauma, romance, understanding, fluff.

Summary: You had met Charlie in University, were married shortly after, and had become accustomed to a beautiful life together. When you receive a wedding invitation to one of Charlie’s previous classmates weddings you discover that Charlie had a dark past, one he had been trying to forget. In the midst of it all you try to help him through it while finding out that he’s not the guy you thought you married at all. Maybe he’s even better.

word count: 2.1k

Part 2 ←→ Part 4

Masterlist

10/5/69

Day 3/8

You had to be up before Charlie did so by the time you had gotten ready and left he was still asleep. You and the girls were going for Bridesmaids dress fittings, the boys didn’t have their fittings until a little later, so you allowed Charlie to sleep in. You felt guilty considering you had given him the cold shoulder last night but you wanted him to get all the good sleep in the world he could while he was here. You promised yourself you two would go out at some point, get some privacy, and make up from whatever it was that happened the night before. You still wanted him to be honest with you but you still wanted to be there for him too.

Everything had happened so fast last night you didn’t even get to ask him about Welton and if he was okay being back there. You actually didn’t even know what they did, considering those boys spent all day together. You knew Charlie loved these boys more than his own family so you felt bad you hadn’t asked. But then all those thoughts brought you right back to why you were upset in the first place. You were his family now too? So why couldn’t he share things with you like he does them? You knew it couldn’t be the same but he could at least confide a little, make you feel less in the dark.

“How’s it fitting sweetie?” Chris knocked on the changing room door. You looked in the mirror at the mint grin dress on your figure. Puff sleeves, ribbon waist, and sash skirt. It was fine but suddenly you were not.

“I don’t know” you hiccuped and this caught Chris’ attention immediately, turning to face the door, now concerned.

“Open up Y/N, I’m not asking” and you knew it was true. She had used her Mom voice after all. So you clicked the lock and in seconds Chris was in the small fitting room with you to see your puffy eyes and red cheeks. “Oh honey, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Charlie” you finally cried and it took her no time at all to wrap you in a hug. Also the Mom in her. She was so good like that.

“What do you mean? You two are always so in sync” Chris muttered into your shoulder, soft hand rubbing up and down your back.

“He won’t let me in. I know nothing about his Welton days. It’s like he doesn’t trust me. I feel like I married a man I know nothing about” you sobbed against her and Chris sighed. This was a tough one because she knew Charlie had been reserved. He wasn’t the loud and overconfident boy she had met when they were young. He was changed, hurt by the passing of his friend.

“That’s not true, you know Charlie better than any of us” that had caused you to pull back, a soft shake of your head as she continued to hold your arms.

“No, that’s not true. Those boys know him better than me. The Charlie I know quietly reads on the bus, likes early morning cups of coffee, flirts terribly with anyone, is charming but keeps to himself at the same time” you ranted, thinking of all the things your husband did that seems so out of character of the man everyone else here knew.

“He is all those things hun. Every last one, but-“

“See there’s a but” you pointed to her and she sighed, dropping her head and the blonde curls fell around her face.

“But, he used to be loud, overconfident, trouble, daring, outspoken, and he is still all those things deep down. You change when you get older and that makes you no less, you know the same Charlie we all do” she told you as she lifted her head and you sighed.

“I know the new Charlie. The Charlie who was chewed up and spit out by the cruel world. You guys know that version of him and the one that was full of hope” you whispered and Chris nodded, feeling her own tears form in her eyes.

“I was there that night” she whispered back and you felt your breath get caught in your throat. You had known that but no one ever really talked about it. Chris especially because she felt guilty for feeling sad when she had never formally met Neil.

“I had gone to Welton to see Knox. All the boys had dressed up, ties and all to see Neil take the stage. They all looked so happy, buzzing with excitement. When we were at the play they were the loudest in the crowd. I mean Charlie was absolutely beaming over the boy. Not only was Neil so amazing up there, but the support and love he got from the crowd made it so much more. So much more important” she told you and you hung onto every last word, wanting to know more, to feel like you were there.

“What happened then?” you asked and she sighed, moving to sit on the seat in the corner.

“We went outside, all the boys were complimenting him. Telling Neil how amazing he was and then his father kept pulling him away, yelling at Keating, Charlie begged for him to let Neil stay but it was no use. So we told Keating that we wanted to walk back. We went to the old Indian cave and had a Dead Poets meeting. We danced, laughed, recited poems, and praised Neil” Chris said, obviously remembering the night like it was yesterday. A soft smile on her face like she was 17 again.

“Knox dropped me at home and when the phone rang the next morning I expected Knox to be reciting me a poem, going on and on about how beautiful I was, but instead he was crying. I had never heard of someone taking their own life but when he told me my stomach dropped. He was heartbroken and I could only imagine the rest of them. I barely heard from him for weeks and even then I knew he was never the same. He was still Knox, loving and caring, but he was tainted. Charlie was Neil’s best and longest friend, if what had happened only dimmed Knox slightly it had darkened Charlie completely” those words were like a gut punch. Quickly you held your stomach, pain flowing through you. Your Charlie was every version of him but he never got to be what he wanted because of so much pain and turmoil.

“I’m a terrible wife” you said, unsure you were on the brink of vomiting or crying harder.

“No you’re not” Chris was standing again but you were shaking your head, unconvinced.

“Yes I am Chris. I never even gave him the benefit of the doubt. I’m awful” you sobbed again and she sighed, opting for just holding you this time.

“Just talk to him, he might not tell you everything right away but give him time. Charlie took the hardest hit when Neil died. Everyone knows that” Chris was rubbing your back again and you nodded into her shoulder.

“Thanks Chris” you told her and she smiled, reaching to grab your shoulders.

“Of course, now let’s see this dress” she spoke as she turned you around to face the mirror. A soft smile appeared on her face and she hummed with contentment.

“It looks perfect, stunning” she told you and a smile finally cracked across your face.

“Good, let’s get out of here” you said and she could only laugh, seeing exactly all the things in you Charlie did. You were tailor made for him, cut from the same cloth, and she would forever be grateful to you for being there for him. Charlie was family after all and now you were too.

"Y/N was upset with me last night?" Charlie spoke into the quiet late morning air. Him and Knox sat in the living room, Johnny building blocks in front of them as they shared parts of the paper and drank some coffee.

"What'd you do?" Knox asked and Charlie shot a glare his way for automatically assuming it was his fault but in a sense it was.

"The girls looked at pictures of us from that semester. She was hurt that I hadn't told her about it, what it was like before everything happened. I think she felt left out" Knox found himself chuckling at this.

"Of course she was Charlie, all Todd talks about was the good old Welton days and Chris was there towards the end, I got to share a lot. You still have it all bottled up" Knox said and Charlie felt somewhat offended but he knew it was true.

"It's hard Knox" he almost whispered, trying not to think about the pain from back then.

"I know it is, I lost Neil too" but Charlie was shaking his head and Knox was setting down his paper and giving him a confused look.

"You don't know Knox. I'm the one that got the call, I'm the one that told everyone, and then I got kicked out. I was pulled away from my friends who were supposed to be there to comfort me. My parents didn't offer any comfort and they were so mad at me they wouldn't even consider it. You guys had each other and I had no one. I was miserable, alone, and I haven't been the same since" Charlie said and it finally dawned on Knox how different it was for Charlie. At Welton there was those nights they all missed him but they could meet, talk about him, hug and comfort each other. Charlie wasn't allowed to write them for four months. When they all had each other he had absolutley no one.

"I had never thought of it like that Charlie" Knox said, voice entirely apologetic. He felt guilty now for not trying hard enough to reach out to him, check in, make sure he was okay.

"It's okay, I never wanted you guys to really know how hard things were for me" Charlie said, trying to set him at ease. Charlie could've reached out too. He normally disobeyed his parents anyway. After Neil though it was harder to care, at that point he just did as they said. He went to Military school and then let his Dad pull every string in the book to get him into Columbia and he kept his mind numb for all of it.

"Maybe it's time. Open up not just to her but the rest of us" Knox said and Charlie solemnly nodded, considering that maybe after all this time he could start learning to move on. Feel more free like younger him did and his wife deserved that too.

“Maybe, let’s just focus on getting Todd married first” Charlie said and Knox snorted lightly, as if the idea of Todd still getting married shocked them all.

“Uncle Charlie, do you want to play blocks with me” Johnny asked, jumping onto his legs, a red block tight in his grip. Charlie chuckled as he passed his parts of the paper to Knox.

“Of course I do, what do you want to build?” he asked, grabbing the boy so he could move off the couch and slide onto the ground with him.

“A castle and we can make Mommy and Aunt Y/N princesses and they can live in it!” he cheered and Charlie laughed, grabbing a few blocks to lay down as the structure.

“That’s sounds like a great idea buddy” Charlie said, a hand ruffling his hair before grabbing some more blocks to continue building.

After his talk with Knox he realized it was time to open up to you. After all even if it was only four months of his life it felt like so much more. The amount of years and things he had gone through still couldn’t compare to the happiness he had then and you deserved to know about it. You deserved a lot of things and as he built blocks with Johnny he knew he owed it to you, to you and himself, and to your future kids. Charlie knew a part of him wouldn’t be healed until he was able to give a life to his kids that he deserved all those years ago.

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[masivechaos]

YOU THINK I'M PRETTY?

neil perry x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: spending the afternoon at the beach with your boyfriend

Warning/content: nothing i can think of, shitty writing, my english

a.n.: 0.6k words- i think this was supposed to be a 0.5k celly blurb but er

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Your smile brightened when you felt the ocean breeze caressing your face. “Neil!” you said enthusiastically as you pointed at the white sand displayed in front of you.

Behind you, Neil let out a chuckle before walking to your level, holding the picnic basket. “Shall we?” he smirked, taking your hand in his. You nodded eagerly, excited to spend the afternoon at the beach with your boyfriend.

You found a spot where you weren’t surrounded by people before settling everything down. When you were done you laid down on your beach towel and sighed contently. Neil joined you quickly, both of you admiring the lightly clouded sky.

When the weather started to get brighter, you felt Neil shifting next to you “What are you doing?”

“Sunscreen,” he said, pulling out the tube from the bag. You whined a bit, you hated the feeling of the cream on your epiderm. “You need it, love. Don’t want your skin to burn.” Unwillingly, you took off your shirt, finding yourself in your bathing suit only. You showed your back to Neil and let him apply the sunscreen. He was gentle with you, taking his time to cover each parcel of your body. He finished by pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“Thank you,” you said, “Do you need help?” Neil nodded and you did the same as he did with you. Just as gently and just as softly.

Neil got up and held out his hand for you to take. You stood up and both of you started to run towards the sea, letting it engulf you. The salty water carried you slowly and you held each other hands. Your laughs melted with the sound of the waves hitting the shore as you messed around.

You looked at Neil, with his wet hair falling before his eyes and his smile capable of lightening an entire room, you found him more beautiful than ever. With a laugh, he tilted his head down before kissing the corner of your lips. “You’re so pretty, love,” he said as if his own words mirrored your thoughts.

“You’re more.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Mmh,” you hummed. You let a wave carry you closer to your boyfriend and you snaked your arms around his neck, your lips brushing his “Very pretty…,” you said before leaning in and kissing him tenderly.

Amused but seduced, he kissed you back with a laugh. At some point, you finally pulled away only to find the sky above you had turned grey “No…” you whined, hiding your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“Let’s get back there.” You both swam to the froth and headed to your towels. With a sigh, you laid down. You curled up by Neil’s side, resting your head on his chest “I’m so happy to be with you, my love,” he said as he kissed your temple.

You smiled into his chest “Me too,” you whispered. You relax in his arms, appreciating the feeling of his hands tangled in your hair. Without even trying to stop yourself, you fell asleep in Neil’s arms, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat and the waves.

Neil watched you with a smile on his lips. You were so perfect even when sleeping. Each day he felt more and more in love with you, you didn’t even need to do anything, your presence was enough for him to melt.

“You’re so pretty, my love.”

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⋆ ★ neil perry taglist: @cauliflowertree @moonlitmeeks @toindeedbeag0d @meredarling @juneberrie @mystic-writings @natashxromanovf @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @spookydarkwitch @duxpuella @imshiningjustforyou @vancitycharlie @venussflytraps @diorgirl444 @dori-and-gray @maddipoof @starlit-epiphany

[nogoandbees]

Ten Ways To Say "I Love You" | Neil Perry edition

First one shot of the serie. The gift isn´t mine.

Pairing: Neil Perry x Fem!Reader

Summary: Neil may never dare to say those words out loud, but he will take advantage of every situation to make you feel loved.

Word count: 950

N.A: Well, this was supposed to be a short one shot, but as I really enjoyed writing the first part I've decided to turn this story into a series. I don't really know when I will update the next part, but it will be soon so... stay tune!

This whole fanfic is dedicate to @mietlynn , thank you for all your love and support. I love you sis.

Next part here:

One

Little more than two months had passed since your arrival at Welton Academy. Of course, being the first and only girl to attend the school caused quite a stir, but things calmed down over time.

After being expelled from yor fourth school due to bad behaviour, your grandfather, Mr Nolan, decided that interning you in his own school would give you a lesson. Despite your mother's concern about leaving her little miss surrounded by teenage boys, your behaviour did improve.

Weeks passed and, although the idea of playing a prank on the teachers dangerously caught your attention, you were so immersed in your studies that you had no energy to plan any prank. You finally felt like you were learning useful things, and not the “how to be a lady” nonsense that the nuns tried to teach you in yor preveious schools.

However, what really changed the way you saw the school, were the friends you made there. By the second day you were joking around with Charlie and Meeks, and by the third day, Neil offered you to get into their study group. Not just that, you were proud to be a member of the second generation of dead poets.

Exams period was getting closer, but all of you considered club meetings more than sacred. You don´t really mind to sacrifice a few hours of sleep just to not fall behind on your studies after staying in the cave until late at night.

This particular night you had barely slept. All the poets were so fascinated in Byron's poetry that you all lost track of time. However, the thought of not handing over your trigonometry homework on time kept you awake until the sun began to peek over the horizon. When professor Hager said he would take a point from the final mark if anyone was late on his homeworks, he wasnt kidding.

When you finished the last exercise, you didn't even bother to get into bed. You waited a couple of minutes for the alarm clock to go off and sighed as you reached over it to turn off.

Through your window, you could see the path the dead poets took to go to the cave. A sleepily smile appeared your face at the thought of how quickly you had hit it off with the boys. Maybe, in other circumstances, a girl in a boys school would cause a hormone problem; being the head master´s granddaughter makes boor boys stay away.

Although most of the time you were grateful that it was so, your heart shivers every time Neil looked at you. You knew it was impossible for the boy to feel the same way about you; but you couldn't help but get butterflies in your stomach every time you heard him recite sonnets from Shakespeare, rehearse for his play, or just see him sitting in class with his glasses…

After a while, a bell pulled you out of your thoughts. Without being able to believe it, you grabbed the clock from your table, and with a gasp, you rushed towards the closet. You had wasted an hour rambling about Neil and the club, there were only a few minutes to get dressed and get to trigonometry class.

By running through the corridors and avoiding the rest of the stragglers, you managed to get to class before Mr Hager. You have never considered yourself a religious person, but the fact that the stricter and puntual teacher was five minutes late could be considered a divine miracle.

You sat at your place, behind Neil's, thanking any god in existence for his services. The boy turned to you smiling; he had the same dark circles under his eyes that you after the previous evening.

- For a moment I thought you wouldn't come. Did you stay awake after coming back from the meeting?

- It´s fine. I had to finish today's exercises, I've been up all night. I thought I was late, couldn't even get any breakfast.

As if waiting for a signal, your stomach growled for food. You hadn't realized how hungry you were until that moment.

Neil was about to say something when voices came down the hall. You both turned your gazes towards the door.

- Thank you for solving my doubts, sir.

- It is not necesarry to thank anything, Mr Dalton, but I still don't understand why you couldn't wait until we got to class to answer.

- I couldn't take another second without understanding the argument of complex numbers. I almost felt like I was going to faint!

Mr Hager came through the door followed by Charlie, who was still in the role of his concerned student. The chestnut had left full of numbers under his arm. Before sitting down on his seat, he looked up and winked at you mockingly.

As the teacher got the books ready to start class, Neil turned back to you.

- Are you sure you're okay, darling? It seems that you are going to fall asleep on top of the exercises at any moment -He asked raising an eyebrow

- These exercises worth more than my life right now. I wish I could have taken some coffee from the dining room. -Your stomach sounded again as if you were right.

Neil stifled a laugh as he shook his head in amusement. He casually reached down to pick up his backpack and pulled out a white, messed-up napkin and an apple.

- Sorry to disappoint you then. -He smiled as he placed the wrappers on your desk.

Curiously you unwrapped the napkin and you see a couple of toasts.

- I couldn't fit a coffee pot in my backpack.

~ End of the first chapter

[teddy06writes]

Repercussions

The Dead Poets x reader (not explicitly, romantic, platonic or poly, just interpret it as you will)

Trigger warnings: Character Death, talk of suicide, swearing, yelling, grief, I'm upset but it's fine

Premise: You had thought thinks had been going well, but then, after his debut in A Midsummer Nights Dream, Neil does something drastic; the sound of one gun shot can echo on forever

{*evil laughter* I hate my life but this is here now)

{also, I might just cave and right a different version of this that's mainly just me being a Cameron apologist, also also, don't worry, I have lysome fluff headcanons for a request that should be out soon}

The Morning After The Play

You're not entirely sure why you've been woken so early on a Saturday, nor why you, and the rest of the Poets have been called down to Mr. Keatings room.

The one thing that you are sure of, however, is the anxious pit in your stomach, and the fact that Neil is very much missing.

Mr. Keating sat resolutely at his desk as Mr. McAllister led you in, a certain sadness you'd never seen on him before, etched into his features.

With a sigh, he stood, murmuring, "Thank you, George," as Mcallister faded to the back of the room.

"Captain what's going on?" Charlie asked after a moment, unable to stand the silence.

Mr. Keating cleared his throat uncomfortably, and the pit in your stomach seemed to deepen.

"Well Lads, I- figured you should hear it from me first, and not in the announcement that will be made later on this morning."

There was a waver in his voice, and Cameron seemed to panic, "Sir, if this has anything to do with the society- I swear, they forced me into it-"

"It's not about that," He interrupted, taking a deep breath before continuing, "But no doubt, that will soon be called into question. uh- We received a call, this morning, from Mr. Perry. Last night- last night after the play- Neil took his own life."

Suddenly, it was like your world shattered.

As you backed away from the group, you could distantly hear Knox muttering about how it couldn't be true, and Charlie demanding to know if it was some sort of sick joke.

You only became aware of the tears streaming down your face when Pitts had turned back to you, offering a tissue, and a hug, but still, it didn't seem real.

This had to be some sort of sick dream.

~~

The Afternoon After the Play

Mr. Keating wasn't sure how anyone could take it. The rest of the administration continued on like it was nothing, only Mr. Nolan launching an investigation into what may have caused Neil's decision.

Classes had been canceled until the next week, and most of the students only treated it like a vacation.

Most of them.

He knew that somewhere, You and the rest of the poets were trying to mourn.

Wandering through his dark and empty classroom, he found himself standing at Neil's desk.

Slowly, Mr. Keating sank into the seat, finding the old tattered copy of 500 centuries of verse Neil had left, almost like he'd known he'd be returning it now.

He stared at the cover, at his own scrawling hand writing.

This was on him, wasn't it? He was the one to tell Neil to go and pursue his dreams, even after he'd told him about his fathers opinions.

God, why had he ever told them about the Dead Poets Society?

~~

The Sunday after the Play

Charlie hadn't properly registered anything since that morning.

At least, not enough to make sense of it all.

He sat at the same pew where he'd taken the phone call from God, but everything had changed since then, he could no longer find the humor in his shenanigan.

The rest of the mass sang from the hymnal, but he couldn't bring himself to even look down at the book Todd shakily held in front of them both.

Charlie had long before learned how to let the trials life threw at him roll off his back, but this was different, this was numbing him to his core.

~~

A Week After The Play

Nolan's investigation had begun, and would probably be concluded by the end of the day.

Cameron paced nervously up and down the hall outside of his and Charlie's room, would they understand? Would they try to see his point of view?

He was late to the meeting, he knew that; but he had to be. With what Neil had done, what Neil had uncovered... Cameron had been left to scramble to pick up the pieces of his life and hopefully get them shoved back into order, that way he could still have the future Neil didn't want.

Taking a deep breath, he turned, going all the way down the hall and into the coat room Pitts had said they were meeting in.

All of you froze, staring at him as he entered.

"What's going on guys?" He asked, taking a step into the circle.

Slowly, Charlie got up from his seat, "You finked, didn't you Cameron?"

"Finked?" He repeated, "I don't know what the hell your talking about."

From where you sat by the window with Todd, your eyes seemed to bore into him, searching for something he wasn't sure of.

"You told Nolan everything about the club is what I'm talking about." Charlie spat.

"Look, in case you haven't heard Dalton, at this school there's something called an honor code. If a teacher asks you a question you tell the truth, or you're expelled." He wasn't sure why he was lashing out, but still he did.

"You little-" The words died on Charlie's lips as he went to lunch at him.

Desperately, Knox and Meeks grabbed at him, dragging him away from Cameron.

"He's a rat! He's in it up to his eyes so he ratted to save himself!" Charlie yelled.

"Don't touch him Charlie, you do and your out." Knox said carefully.

"I'm out anyway!"

"You don't know that." Pitts tried to argue.

"He's right," Cameron nodded, "And if you guys are smart, you'll do exactly what I did and cooperate. Their not after us! We're the victims. Us and Neil."

You glared at him, uttering through gritted teeth, "You have no right Cameron."

"What the hell do you mean anyway?" Charlie demanded, "Who are they after then?"

"Why the 'captain' himself! Mr. Keating of course! I mean you guys really didn't really think he could avoid responsibility, did you?"

"Mr. Keating is responsible for Neil? Is that what their saying?"

"Who else do you think, dumbass?" It was almost like he was taunting him now, "Mr. Keating put us up to all this shit-"

"That's bullshit and you know it!" You were standing now, starting to cross the room, "He didn't put any of us up to anything. Neil loved acting."

"if it weren't for Mr. Keating, Neil would be holed up in his room, studying for chemistry right now! Beilive what you want, but I saw let Keating fry! Why ruin our lives?"

Before Charlie could even move you had crossed the room fully, smacking him across the face with all the strength you could muster.

You couldn't have cared less for what happened in that room after you stormed out.

~~

Two Weeks after the play

After you'd stormed out, you'd gone straight to Mr. Nolans office, turning yourself in, and telling him, straight to his face, with no regards to your friends, or your parents feelings, that you would rather be expelled than have to deal with another second of Welton Bullshit.

Now you were leaving, leaving it all behind.

Nothing that had happened in the past week seemed to matter to you as you packed up your things, you were leaving, and that was it.

As you zipped your suitcase closed, you couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. None of this had anything to do with you anymore.

It was almost like you could care less, now that Neil was gone.

You didn't take it as any of your business when you could hear Cameron's muffled sobs from the next room over every night, or when Meeks and Pitts stopped talking to anyone else entirely, hell you'd even let it entirely up to Knox to help drag Todd out of the lake when he had decided it was too much.

None of it mattered anymore.

Neil had made his decision, and now you had made yours, and neither of you cared about the repercussions.

[sulsulellison]

basically, i decided to list out characteristics of the dead poets because whenever i write about one of them, it’s hard to get in the mindset of that character. some are easily backed up by the movie but lots are headcanons. this is open to suggestions and will be periodically updated.

hope this is helpful for some writers too :D

‘who?’ basically means ‘likes’ and ‘traits’

(i wonder who my favorites are? it’s so hard to figure out)

(also, if it’s hard to read, i’m sorry. just ask me and i’ll answer, my hand writing isn’t always the cleanest)

[mietlynn]

Fireworks - Charlie Dalton

Hey! This is my first post ever so i hope you like it <3

This idea came to me while watching some fireworks with my friends @nogoandbees <3

Summary: you watch the fireworks with Charlie Dalton and he focuses more on you than the view in front of him.

Warning: none.

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x gn! reader

One shot is below the line, thank u for reading!

The boys were pretty excited about going to the end-of-summer fair, however, you weren´t as thrilled. Loud noises and big crowds were not your thing, but Neil literally begged you to go with them.

The reason?

Charlie Dalton.

He had spent the whole week calling the Perry´s House to the point where Mrs. Perry stopped picking up the phone because she already knew who was calling.

Of course, the poets knew why he was so persistent about you going with them to the fair. His plan was to kiss you on the top of the Fair Ferris Wheel, as cheese as it sounded. That was all he could think of for the last weeks of August until the day finally came.

You spent almost half an hour deciding what to wear, while Neil waited in the hallway just outside your door reading a book. Putting chapstick on your lips you finally came out of your room, and of course, your big brother had to make a comment about how much time you took to get ready.

"Dressing up for someone?"

"Never" Even though you were lying to yourself.

You both started walking towards Meeks´s place since it was near the fair. You kept trying to calm yourself down, you haven´t seen Charlie since the school year ended and it seemed that every time you saw him he just keep getting more handsome than last time.

You were meeting Knox and Chris directly at the entrance and you were suddenly missing the female support she gave to you, she just seemed to understand you and your little crush better.

After what appeared to be forever, they all entered the precinct and started pointing out everything that they liked, from the cotton candy to the big roller coaster.

When the sun was starting to set, Pitts recommended seeing the view from the top of the Ferris Wheel. Charlie got mentally prepared to ask you out and he finally spoke.

"Hey, I was wondering, well, if you wanted ..."

Just as he was going to finish his sentence, Chris snatched your arm,

"Y/n!! Sit with me on the Ferris Wheel, please!"

She looked really excited as she grabbed your hand and you couldn´t help but to say yes. You then turned around to face Charlie.

"What were you saying?"

"Nothing important"

Just as he said that he turned and joined Neil and Todd in the queue.

You wondered what he was going to say but your turn to get on the ride was coming. You enjoyed your time with Chris on the wheel even if the ride wasn´t really long.

"So, Y/n, how´s your crush going? Still there?"

You wondered for a little while. You never knew what Charlie was feeling, he was always so extra and extroverted. But you could tell that was just a facade for how he truly was. The only thing you really knew was that he was extremely loyal to his friends, which honestly just made you like him even more.

"I don´t know, I really don´t know if he´s even interested in me"

Chris just smiled as if she knew something you didn´t.

"Why are you smiling?"

"It´s nothing really, you will see it for yourself later"

...

The sun was already set when all of you sat down at the stairs of the building next to the fair. Pitts had said something about watching the fireworks from there because it had the best view. They sat down in the blankets and had a few laughs while you kept thinking about what Chris said about you seeing it for yourself.

"Everything okay?" Neil asked sitting in front of you.

You pulled yourself out of your mental trip and answered.

"Yeah, you know how I feel about loud noises"

Knox was quick to enter the conversation "Oh yeah, I remember that time we tried to make a surprise for your birthday and when we came into your house shouting, you almost fell down the stairs."

Charlie added another story "Or when I accidentally blasted music through your speakers while you were reading almost had a heart attack"

"That could happen to everyone" You tried to defend yourself.

Just as you said that the first firework was shot through the sky and you covered your ears just in case. You felt an arm wrapped around your shoulders and turned to see Charlie looking at the fireworks like nothing happened.

You tried to ignore it like everyone else who were too focused on the display in front of them to even notice.

Charlie´s plans had gone to waste, so this was pretty much his only chance to kiss you. he leaned a bit closer as you looked up to find his gaze.

"Are you alright?" you asked.

"I just, can I try something?"

Confused by his question you slowly nodded. Right after you agreed, you felt his lips on yours. Surprised, you opened your eyes and completely froze.

He pulled away with a sad look on his face. "Sorry, I thought we liked each other and..."

You quickly put your hand on his cheek and kiss him again. It was a very soft kiss, not rushed, perfect for you. A few seconds passed and you were so happy that forgot the fireworks. Though a really loud noise brought you back to reality and surprised you, accidentally biting his lower lip.

He pulled away touching his lips in shock. His reaction was so pure that you couldn´t help but laugh. A lot.

"Oh my god, I´m so sorry, I didn´t mean to, Charlie."

But he didn´t look mad at all, he just smiled and snuggled closer.

"Is this payback for the speaker's situation?"

You just smiled like a fool in love.

"Maybe it is, Dalton."

"Damn me for falling in love with a Perry."

I´m sorry if this is cringy, I really tried my best :(

Hope you like it! <3

[wordsarelife]

i know it’s a bit weird but i’m just so in love with writing this fic!! charlie and ray are my absolute favorites right now!

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