#steven Meeks imagines

[ash5monster01]

Hii lovely I’ve been adoring your work lately 🫶🫶

Wondering if a super fluffy Meeks smut would be possible ^_^ maybe established relationship and it’s their first time. I was thinking it’d be super cute if the reader also had glasses but that’s not a necessity <3

Much love!!

Just You & I

Pairing: older! Steven Meeks x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, oral - both f and m receiving, 69, p in v, first time, language, semi dirty talk, use of protection, no use of y/n, fluff

Summary: Deciding you are ready, you and Steven sleep together for the first time, not without a few hiccups and learning factors along the way.

word count: 1.9k

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Steven isn’t sure what he’s done to end up in this position. Maybe it was all those straight A’s or helping his friends with their homework. Hell it even could’ve been those summers he volunteered at the local nursing home to avoid being shut inside with his family all day. Whatever good deed it was, he never knew the reward could be this good. 

Getting a girlfriend had already seemed like a miracle in itself. Somehow getting you to agree to a date even if he was short and his glasses were always smudged. You smiled at him kindly and actually found it cute. He figured it could earn him at the very most two months of dates, a few kisses, and if he was lucky some over the bra action. Instead he had landed himself 10 long months and counting, and your delicate hand touching him more intimately than it ever had before. 

“Someone’s handsy,” he jokes, a little nervous as he fixes the glasses on his head. You peer up at him, over the edge of your own glasses, a sly smile on your face as you drag a hand across his pelvis. 

“Is it bothering you?” you ask sweetly, obviously knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it anyway. There was something about him today, the way his ginger curls brushed along his forehead and the white button down on his form. He looked sexy and a part of you wanted a little more Meeks than you usually got. 

“No-no. Not if it’s bothering you?” he says, voice catching with nerves and you grin. It’s the first time you’ve felt a desire to be intimate like this and maybe it’s because you love him more than predicted or he looks especially good. Either way you wanted all of him, even if it was a first for the both of you. 

“No, in fact I want more,” you say sheepishly, cheeks tinting red under his gaze. Something flips inside of Steven’s stomach at the request, realizing what you had meant. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, certain his heart would either pound out of his chest or stop completely. He had dreamed of this moment, years of being in an all boys school and unable to come up with a scenario tangible enough to be real. When you nod he realizes this is it, and he needed to focus.

His once innocently placed hands slide low onto your hips, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he maneuvers you into his lap. You smile down at him, hands settling onto his chest as you feel a part of him stir beneath you, one you had yet to discover. One you planned on being very familiar with by the time you were done so you didn’t hesitate before kissing him deeply and grinding your heat down into him. 

“You’re so handsome,” you tell him hotly against his mouth, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as his erection curves along your ass. He chuckles, squeezing his eyes to steady himself as your lips peck searing kisses into his neck and chest as you reveal more and more of him. To your delight, he’s as covered in freckles as his face suggests and it earns him another sweet kiss directly to his abdomen. Steven’s stomach jumps at the sensation and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

Slowly you lower yourself down the rest of his body, letting him feel all of you on the way down. You giggle at his expression as you grab the hem of your blouse and tug it over your head. He watches with focused eyes as you reveal so much bare skin to him. When you notice how in awe he already is, you don’t hesitate to reach around and unclasp your bra as well. His eyes only stray from your chest for a moment to see your fingers abandon the article of clothing somewhere on his dorm floor before returning. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says matter of fact and you blush, trying to maintain your confidence as you reach for the button of his jeans. He’s nervous in an excited way and it’s clear you are too by the way your fingers tremble as you pop the button and ease his zipper down. 

Noticing you both have the jitters, Meeks goes to sit up and help you pull his pants down but you decide to lift up at the same time, heads bumping together. A wince leaves his lips the same time your glasses knock off and sit crooked on your face. Stopping to look at each other, hands pressed to the forming goosebumps on each of your heads, you can’t help but laugh at the irony of it all. Meeks quickly inspects you for further injury but the pain has already subsided, his gentle hands fixing the glasses on your face.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” he asks in a teasing voice and you smile, determined as ever. Instead of answering you push him back to the mattress, finger pointing to ensure he stays put, before dipping all of them into his waistband. Steven’s length hardens even more at the dominance you show and the determination to get him out of his pants. It also didn’t help that you were wearing only a skirt and glasses, the rest of you on display for him to see. 

“Listen I’ve never done this so if it’s bad, just tell me,” you inform him before tugging the clothing off of him. It’s not what you had expected but at the same time still good. Tall and proud, angry red tip grazing his abdomen, and twitching from the way you study him. He’s certain anything you do will be good but he’s too turned on to speak. Finally he finds his words. 

“Can we try something?” he asks and you freeze, looking at him with curiosity. Already half lowered to your knees you straighten up and smooth out the skirt you should’ve long since abandoned. 

“Um, sure,” you shrug, weirdly comfortable with the open and awkward way you were both approaching this. It was clear no one’s first time was perfect but this could be close, a love and understanding shared between you both that made it more real and intimate than just a hookup. 

“What if we did it at the same time, you sit on my face while also taking care of me down there,” it takes a moment for you to comprehend until the image appears in your head, thighs pressing together at the prospect. With a heavy blush on your cheeks, you nod and reach for the zipper on the skirt. 

“Wait— can you leave it on?” something burns in your chest at the request, growing wetter after learning this new thing about him. That it turned him on, the idea of you in just a skirt. So you nod and reach under the fabric to remove only your panties. Steven’s eyes watching closely as the fabric glides down your legs and becomes confirmation that you are completely bare under the skirt just for him. 

Moving with uncertainty, you start to mount the dorm bed, trying to align yourself in the most convenient way to attain this position and finally warm hands squeeze your thighs. “I don’t want to hurt you,” you admit, looking into his eyes from an awkward angle and Steven smiles, a heavy love for you settling into his bones. 

“You won’t,” he assures before helping you guide your leg up and over his face. Knowing he can now see all of you, your body freezes under his gaze, a fight or flight reaction to whatever response you may get. When you feel his finger drag through your folds you relax and realize he wanted this as badly as you. Shoving his glasses off his head, he urges you to lower yourself, and you obey while your stomach swoops with anticipation. 

“Oh wow,” you gasp, the feeling of his tongue flattening against you and exploring a part of your body he never has before. The sensation gives you the courage to grasp his cock in your palm, squeezing softly and pumping over the flesh. It causes Steven to moan directly into your heat and provides a new feeling that has you whining and softly grinding down onto him. 

Wanting to return the favor you bend to drag your tongue across his tip, slowly tasting him and getting used to the feeling of him on your tongue. Each brush of your mouth and hand earns you that vibrating feeling from his moans so you take him fully into your mouth, testing how far you can take him before bobbing back up. You both find a pattern, discovering a particular movement the other liked until you both couldn’t take much more of each other. Lost in the feeling you don’t expect the suddenness of him lifting you up and away from his face. 

“I’m sorry baby but I’m close and I want to be inside of you, please,” he begs and you release him, drool covering your chin as you swing your leg away. Now unpinned from underneath you, he moves quickly, fixing you against the mattress before retrieving a condom from his bedside drawer. You feel yourself clench around nothing, watching as he pulls the condom on and then adjusts your ass to the edge of the bed.

“Ready?” he asks and you nod, desperate to finish and feel him inside you. Taking a few deep breaths he lines himself up at your entrance, glasses lost in the sheets of the bed, as he slips inside you. A loud moan rips out of you and in a daring moment he reaches for your breasts, feeling the flesh and twitching inside of you as he slowly pumps in and out. 

“Feels so good,” you whine, hands grasping at his arms, and nails digging into his skin. Steven doesn’t mind, using it as a distraction to not finish before you. When he pinches each of your nipples your orgasm finally washes over you, sudden and unexpected as you writhe against him, squeezing his length for all it’s worth. Unable to hold off any longer he finishes right behind you, hips losing their rhythm as he continues to pump into you throughout your release. Bodies slumping against each other and bare chests meeting in heavy breathes, you can’t help the giggle that falls past your lips. 

“Something funny?” he asks, lazy hand searching the sheets for his glasses. Continuing to giggle you reach for the frames he had lost in the mess and hand them to his searching hand. He gives you an appreciative smile and you brush some red curls away from his forehead that glistens with sweat. 

“I just can’t believe we did that. I’m really happy,” you explain and this earns a laugh to match your own. Curling against each other you relish in the feeling of this newfound passion you both explored, a newer understanding of each other, and a love somehow deepening more than it already had. 

“I’m really happy too. As long as I’m with you,” he reassures and you smile, a drowsiness taking over you and you settle against him. Perfectly content and happy he had been your first time, hoping to keep him forever and ever. 

“You always will.”

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LISA REQUESTS ARE OPEN AHHHH!!! I have been waiting for this moment!!

Could I pretty please request Steven Meeks (my beloved) with a female reader? The reader is a student at Welton who’s disguised herself and pretended to be a boy at her family’s request since Welton doesn’t accept girls but she was smart enough to get in and her family wanted her to have a good education. Since she’s friends with Neil and Charlie, she gets invited to be a part of the Dead Poets Society, and because of that she gets to know Meeks and gets closer to him, but she feels terrible about lying to him. So one night at a Dead Poets meeting, she stands up and admits to being a girl, and though she’s terrified about them reacting badly the other Dead Poets promise not to tell anyone because she’s their friend (except for Cameron, obvs, but the others kind of bully him into promising). And then afterwards she has a one-on-one conversation with Meeks where she tells him how she feels and he admits he feels the same (and maybe he even felt the same about her when he thought she was a boy but was scared to say anything) and it’s just really cute?

Of course, if you don’t wanna write this that’s totally cool!! Thanks in advance, and I hope you’re doing well, beloved!! <3

'the secrets that we keep' - steven meeks

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a/n: in the fic, b/n stands for boy name. since reader is pretending to be a boy, you need a boy name for Vibes and Plot

Although dutifully called on by schoolboys to change the age-old protocol, Welton Academy has never admitted a girl to their brilliant ranks. For reasons of religious purity, single-minded pursuit of study, and otherwise knowing how easily distracted teenage boys are by a pretty face, the doors of this bright school have shut in the face of willing and able female candidates for years. It is a long-standing rule, as familiar as not running in the halls or sneaking off campus to engage in underage drinking. Similarly, this rule is about to be ignored by yet another student, and this one is you.

Headmaster Nolan firmly intended to maintain this rule. Your parents wanted a good education for their daughter. Never before has such a violent clash rocked the hills of Vermont. Not in a while, at least. It took many, many heated arguments and a good deal of defensive letters, plus a promise to secure an internship at a nearby hospital for the son of Headmaster Nolan’s good friend, a certain Mr. Perry. Also, you would have to promise to keep the whole girl thing under wraps.

This may seem impossible, but they were the terms of your acceptance to the prestigious school, and you were willing to live by them. No doubt Headmaster Nolan would be watching you like a hawk for even the smallest of slip ups, but you don’t intend to give him even a second of victory over you. You’ll play according to his rules, and you’ll ace your classes at the same time. Wouldn’t it be funny if one of Welton’s brightest pupils was a girl?

These were the sorts of thoughts that helped tide you over the summer until your first day of school. When that inevitable day came around, though, you couldn’t help but feel paranoia wrap around your stomach with cold, digging claws. This whole idea seemed impossible. How could you possibly pretend to be a boy the whole time you were at the school? You could cut your hair short and deepen your voice, stomp around the halls and act as if you were just like the rest, but what a thing to do. Still, whenever you think about quitting, you think about the triumphant expression on the headmaster’s face, knowing he’d assigned you the one task he thought impossible. If you were going to do anything, you could at least prove him wrong.

With this mindset in place, you move your belongings into Welton. You’ve been given a single room, as the headmaster decided that having a roommate would only complicate things. Smart move there; it might be difficult to hide your evident lack of masculinity from someone who’d be with you around the clock.

There are plenty of singles in the Welton dorms, the students placed inside for various reasons. It’s nothing uncommon. Still, it does draw a fair amount of attention during move-in, as students pretend not to openly stare at you while you’re unpacking your luggage to see what kind of kid could manage to pull the lucky slot of a dorm room all to themselves.

One group of boys in particular seems keen on making your acquaintance, although their attention, unlike that of many of the other students coincidentally passing by your door, seems pleasant instead of demanding. Their apparent leader, Neil Perry, drops by to say hello. Always glad to see a new face, or so he’d claimed.

Neil was the first, quickly followed by his new roommate, Todd Anderson, plus Neil’s best friend, Charlie Dalton. An additional entourage of Gerard Pitts and Steven Meeks joined them soon enough, and a redheaded Richard Cameron followed up the tour, although judging by the not-so-subtle hostility in everyone’s glances his way, Cameron would be the least favored of the whole group.

At first, you’re terrified to have that much attention directed your way. Your goal was to skate under the radar, only making friends when you absolutely had to so you could both avoid detection and focus on your studies. Although it might make for a lonelier experience, staying undercover was far more important. Your parents were sacrificing a lot to keep you in Welton’s halls. You couldn’t afford to disappoint them by getting caught all because you started feeling alone.

However, none of the boys seem to notice that you’re not what you claim. They take up your explanation of having recently moved there readily enough, as it would explain why they’d never heard of your boy name before. You picked that one out earlier that month as if it were a new notebook or yet another school supply: B/N. It’ll be tricky to remember to respond to that name, but no trickier than any other part of this little scheme.

Besides, once classes start to kick up, all of you have far bigger fish to fry than unraveling the precise identities of the latest addition to the friend group. Soon, questions about where you grew up and how you managed to get yourself cast down to Hellton are replaced with frantic trig study sessions and grievous Latin complaints.

If there’s one class none of you seem to mind at all, though, it would be English. The other boys heard rumors that you’d be getting a new teacher, but none of them knew a thing about this Mr. Keating. The general consensus is that English this term would be no different from English at any other time of year; plenty of assigned readings, loads of essays required to be written under short durations, and all of the other joys that a required literature course often brings.

This, however, was not to be the case. From the moment Mr. Keating opened his mouth, all of you knew you’d be in for a treat. Some of you were less hesitant to embrace Mr. Keating into your hearts, namely Cameron, but the rest of you have been quick to appreciate what you have. For once, you’re having fun in class. Who could have an issue with that?

And, when Neil swoops by your seat and asks you if you’d be willing to engage in the first meeting of the new Dead Poets Society out in the woods that evening, you know that the impact your new teacher has on his students is far more drastic than even you’d envisioned. You agree readily, and the rest of your friends look pleased with themselves for managing to boost their numbers with such an agreeable fellow.

If there was one boy who looked the happiest that you’d be joining them after hours, you’d have to say that it was Steven Meeks. Although he may not be the loudest of the set, Steven has quickly been rising through the ranks in your mind. He’s been working on this radio set almost nonstop with Pitts, but every time Steven accomplishes even the smallest of achievements, he immediately has to put everything aside to rush to your side and tell you all about it. It’s wonderful to watch him, how his eyes light up as he talks, hands waving wildly in the air while he talks about receiving signals and communication potential.

You should know better than to get attached. There is a significant chance that your whole ruse will be revealed sooner rather than later, and you’ll be unceremoniously removed from Welton, never to speak to any of these boys again. Still, watching Steven’s ginger curls fall messily about his bright eyes, tracing the path of his hand absentmindedly combing back the strands so he can focus on repeating the information he’s just learned, you can’t help but wonder if maybe this one connection wouldn’t be so bad. Your friends wouldn’t turn you in.

Besides, cutting yourself off from Steven sort of feels like chopping off a limb. When the lot of you sneak out from the dorms that evening, running and howling through the forest, Steven stays by your side the entire time. Dry leaves crunch underfoot, and the moon hangs low and bright overhead. Your heart beats erratically from its cage in your ribs, and you wonder how you could ever have been afraid of something like this. This is living, you decide. You and Steven in the endless night, laughing like crazy, more free than you’ve ever been even as you live your greatest lie.

The first meeting of the Dead Poets Society is a wild success. You take turns reading off various stanzas and prose, alternating between oohing appreciatively at a particularly good turn of phrase and teasing each other wholeheartedly whenever someone provides the opportunity. Despite the jokes, the atmosphere in the cave is reverential, almost. Everyone believes in the strange spirit that’s bewitched all of you, the knowledge that what you’re doing here will make you gods of men. It’s entrancing and awe-inspiring and the first thing you ask the next morning is when all of you will be meeting up to do it again.

Charlie breaks into raucous laughter. “See, that’s the spirit we want! Even B/N here wants more. We’re high off poetry, imagine that.”

You scowl at him, even as the others laugh along. “What do you mean, even B/N? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Charlie rolls his eyes. “Nothing, honestly. Just that you didn’t seem all that inclined to hang out with us at the start of the semester, that’s all. We got worried you didn’t like us so much, but obviously that’s not so anymore.”

You arch a brow incredulously. “Of course I like you guys! Would I put up with Neil’s monologues if I didn’t? Or Cameron’s bullshit? Or all of you howling in a cave past midnight so we can pay homage to dead poets worldwide?”

Steven snorts, more at the disbelieving look on Cameron’s face than anything else. “Now that’s a vote of sympathy if you’ll ever get one. I, for one, never doubted you.”

Charlie scoffs loudly. “Of course you didn’t, Steven. Anyone who listens to you ramble on about the benefits of the modern radio as much as B/N would have to be your best friend. Honestly, I’m surprised that didn’t scare him off more than anything else.”

Steven’s face falls, and to cover up for it, you say quickly, “I don’t mind the radio talk. Honest. It’s interesting.”

“Sure it is,” Charlie says a little too loudly, “So’s the company. Anyway, B/N’s right. How about tomorrow night for another meeting? Bring your best limericks, I want to be entertained.”

Neil breaks into choking laughter. “Absolutely, your highness. All your jesters will do their best to make you crack a smile.”

“It’s an honor and a privilege, you know that,” Charlie defends himself.

As you watch the friend group devolve into cackling laughter, you can’t help but meet Steven’s eyes across the table. Instead of getting caught up in the mock argument between Charlie and Neil, he hasn’t lost focus on you for one instant. When he catches you looking, he smiles quietly and mouths, thank you. You smile back.

The meetings of the illustrious Dead Poets Society carry on for weeks. As they go, you realize that you’ve never had friends like these, and it feels as if you never will. They’re the best, brightest bunch of boys in the world. You trust them more than you do anyone else. Those sacred spaces in the caves off campus, baptized by moonlight and wild imagination, make you feel more like you than anything else.

Except, of course, for one secret that still hangs in your way.

You haven’t told anyone that you’re a girl. Your silence carries with it the weight of your studies at Welton. If you want to stay, no one can know. It’s as easy as that. Still, in the quiet, happy moments when the wild laughter fades and you’re left looking around at the faces of the boys who have become your brothers, you can’t help but wonder if maybe you could tell them after all. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they knew. Maybe they would even help you maintain your cover.

It would be nice to have a little bit of this burden off of your shoulders, after all. It feels as if every waking moment not spent studying is chained to making this lie work. Every time someone talks to you, you’re certain they’ve figured you out. This sort of paranoia is driving you mad, and being able to finally share the secret feels like a relief akin to offering a drink of water to a man dying of thirst.

The opportunity to share comes up sooner than you expected. At one of the Dead Poets Society’s meetings, Neil turns to you with a slight frown when they’re asking around for someone else to share a piece.

“B/N, do you want to go next? You’ve been quiet all meeting, I don’t want to speak over you accidentally.”

You shake your head a little too quickly. “No, no, I’m good. Just thinking.”

This, more than anything, attracts attention. Charlie grins, leaning over to you dramatically. “Thinking about what? World domination?”

You snort. “I’ll leave those plans to you, thanks.”

“Come on, B/N, talk to us,” Neil urges. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Your breath hitches in your throat. This is it, your chance. They’re all here, all willing to hear you out. If not now, then when?

“Alright,” you begin, “There is something I do need to say. I’ve, uh, been keeping a secret from you. A pretty big one.”

Charlie arches a brow. “A big secret? Let me guess, you’re secretly a teacher in disguise sent to keep an eye on us.”

This would usually elicit a laugh from you, but tonight you’re so worried about getting this right that you can’t even muster up a weak chuckle. “Not quite, Charlie. I’m–” The words dry up in your throat. How do you say this, after all this time?

The other boys stare at you expectantly. You’ve started now, you can’t back out anymore. “I’m a girl,” you say in a rush. “My parents wanted me to get a good education so they sent me to Welton. The headmaster really didn’t want to let me in, but he only allowed me to enroll if no one knew I was a girl. He said he didn’t want to mess with his pristine record of only letting boys inside or something. It’ll still show up on my college record that I went here, and he wouldn’t have to handle the difficulty of more girl students. I’ve been pretending to be a boy this whole time, but I’m not. I’m a girl.”

The words hang in the air. For once, the cave is absolutely silent. You can hear quiet breathing all around you, nothing more. Your eyes are fixed on the stone in front of you, resolutely refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. You’re certain that if you were to look up, you’d only see disgust or disbelief on their faces. This was their sacred space, and you’ve broken it to bits with your secret. You never should have told them. You never should have thought you could pull this off in the first place.

Just when you’re debating the merits of running for the dorms to get out of here, Charlie starts clapping loudly. You jerk up, expecting him to be mocking you, but instead his expression is celebratory. “Let’s go!” He says. “I’ve been waiting for a girl to go here forever. Of course Headmaster Nolan would be an asshole about it. Wow. Can you get more of your friends to enroll, too?”

You stare at him incredulously. “You’re not mad?”

Neil breaks in. “Why on earth would we be mad? That’s totally cool. You’re like a spy or something. We should write a poem about it. Maybe even a play.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “It would be an honor to be your muse, Neil. But seriously, you’re all fine with it?”

“Of course we are,” Charlie assures you. “Jesus, have you really been worried about that? What were we going to do, kick you out? Your secret’s safe with us. We’re not rats.”

“We’re not?” Cameron chooses this moment to pipe up.

Immediately, he’s hit with death glares from every other boy in the cave. “No, we’re not,” Neil says firmly. “And if anyone even hints to an administrator or other student that B/N’s not a boy, they’ll get their ass kicked. Is that understood?”

Cameron nods, not meeting your eyes. Still, you have a feeling he’ll keep your secret.

Pitts raises a hand. “If you’re not a boy, is B/N your real name?”

“No,” you answer him. “I’m actually Y/N.”

“Sick name,” Charlie comments.

You swat him on the shoulder. “Shut up, Charlie.”

“Nuwanda,” he says in a dramatically injured tone.

Just like that, the tension is diffused. Once you’ve been assured a few more times that no one will say a word about your inherent lack of boyhood, the agenda turns back to poetry more. It’s like nothing even happened, except everything did. Your friends still support you. You feel more free than you could have even imagined, knowing that everything worked out.

On the way back to the dorms, you hang back a little, wanting to take in the events of the past hour by yourself. Steven notices and joins you.

“So,” he says quietly, “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” you affirm. “It’s not too weird, is it?”

“Trust me, it’s not,” Steven says. “This actually answers a lot of questions for me.”

You cock your head to the side. “What do you mean?”

It’s hard to tell in the darkness of night, but you swear his cheeks have started to heat up. “Well, I realized– or, I thought, really, I was sort of still deciding that for myself, I mean– Well, Y/N, I think I love you.”

Silence in the forest. “You love me?” You ask cautiously.

Steven scratches his head. “Yeah, I do. Hadn’t really admitted it to myself yet because I thought you were a boy. There was a lot of reflection going on. This makes a lot more sense, though.”

You can’t help it, but break into laughter. “I’m fascinated by that. What have the past few weeks been like for you?”

“Very confusing,” he answers. “Still a lot of questions left unanswered.”

“Like what?” You ask.

“Like if you like me,” he says quietly.

You smile again. “Well, I thought that one was obvious. I love you too.”

Steven stops walking completely. “Really?”

“Really,” you laugh. “Now come on, we have to get back to our dorms before an administrator notices we’re gone.”

Steven sighs dramatically. “The administrators are the last thing I want to talk about right now.”

You think your smile might never fade. “Me too. We’ve got plenty of time for that, though.”

Plenty of time indeed. The rest of this term, then on and on until both you and Steven can sum up perfectly what it feels like to be absolutely happy. For now, though, you think you’ll let the sensation of him taking your hand for the first time to lead you back through the forest do the explaining for you.

requested by @faerieroyal, i hope you enjoy!

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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.

🐇 . *. ⋆·˚ ༘ *༄ 

“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?”

[saint-petah-the-good]

I just made this random chart for all my pookies to understand my type in men

For the memo I find them all fuckable and even datable even the ones in looks more than personality it's just my personal chart to organize things and see with ho I correspond more.

Can yall help me what is my type?

[inahallucination]

todd walking towards the poets: hey guys :)

neil, walking away:

the poets: ????????

/

todd: neil can u get the phone

neil, getting it without as much as an acknowledgement:

the poets: ?????????????????

/

todd: the sweater looks good on u

neil:

the poets: ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

/

meeks: todd... is everything alright

todd: yeah why wouldnt it be

pitts: uh, dude... idk if uve noticed

charlie: are you and neil fighting?

knox: is that why he's being so weird???

charlie: am i gonna have to choose between u two

knox: i dont know if i can

charlie: maybe we can split evenly

knox: oh ur right; like we get one week with todd and one with neil--

todd: what are you guys talking about. neil and i are great!

cameron: ignoring those two, todd i too am a bit concerned

pitts: yeah man, neil's been... distant...

meeks: he literally will not talk to you

todd: ohhhh

todd: thatt

todd: well you know the surprise you guys have planned for me for my birthday

the poets:

the poets: pshhhh no... what surprise? in fact we didn't even know it was ur birthday

todd: right.

todd: well neils pretty determined to make sure i don't figure out what it is even tho i know there is one

charlie: well okay, but why's he just not talking to u; u guys can talk about other things that are ur non-existent surprise because we very much did not plan anything

todd: well i always figure it out, even if he doesn't tell me

meeks: what he says hi and u just know

todd: well i just know what he's thinking about

pitts:

pitts: wait

pitts: do you already know what the surprise is

todd: yeah

cameron: so neil's doing all that for nothing

todd: im not gonna ruin this for him!!! if he wants me to be surprised, I'm gonna be surprised

meeks: so ur just gonna let him think he did it right

todd: yes.

todd: and if he ever finds out ill know which one of you told him, and i will deal with it accordingly

todd: also can u guys help me figure out what to wear to my birthday surprise, i want neil to think I'm pretty :)

[graceofgondor]

idk how else to say it but pitts and meeks seem like the type of guys who did boyscouts when they were younger

[poemcal]

✿ twitter au / dead poets society

where the dead poets society talk shit in twitter !!!

i.

a little bit short but i'm still trying to be funny leave me alone 😝 plss don't forget to repost and like this post so i can make more 😭😭

[kdkdnfuiahuag]

imagine if dead poets society was a novel written by donna tartt…

[urrockstar-xe]

❤the xe-verse❤

here to help navigate ur journey thru the xe-verse!

❥ a little about me

requests are open!! please read the link above before sending asks

one-shots and imagines banners by @cafekitsune

❥ fem!reader - ★

❥ gn!reader - ☆

❥ platonic!reader - ✧

❥ smutty - ♥︎ (minors dni!)

fics under the cut :D

❥ imagines (definitions are wacky so in this case it's anything under 600 words)

tears, panic, noise. - chad meeks-martin ✧ ★

pretty - chad meeks-martin ★

study buddy - chad meeks-martin ☆

please, please, please - dick grayson ★

pros n cons - tasm!peter parker ★

passing notes - peter parker ★

feels like the fourth of july - steve rogers ★

post grad walk home - jj maybank ★

don't tell mama - jj maybank ★

adventures of jj n his girl - jj maybank ★

❥ headcanons

jj maybank w a girly gf

steven grant w a witchy gf

❥ oneshots

potions test - sirius black ★

alone time - peter pettigrew ★

drunken kisses - remus lupin ★

delicate lover - steve harrington ★

nail polish - steve harrington ★

six months - jj maybank ★

stargazing - jj maybank ★

meant for each other - jj maybank ★

bad friend - jj maybank ★

baby blanket - jj maybank ★

talk fast - jj maybank ★

got your back - jj maybank ★

comfort - jj maybank ★

never enough - jj maybank ★

precious - jj maybank ★

happy birthday - jj maybank ★

if u leave me - jj maybank ★

you are everything- jj maybank ★

i got you - jj maybank ★

melodic love - chad meeks-martin ★

liquid courage - chad meeks-martin ★

movie nights n pretty girls - chad meeks-martin ★

sneaking out - tara carpenter ★

i'll be right there, sweetheart - tasm!peter parker ★

math test - tasm!peter parker ★

hands, cold and comforting - tasm!peter parker ★

old wives tales - peter parker ★

need you - joaquín torres ★

ever the cook - jason todd ☆

office tease - charles xavier ★♥︎

detective sweetheart - nick amaro ★

❥ series

🕷 starstruck - tasm!peter parker ★

winter formal - starstruck pt 2

♡ the pogues react to pregnant!reader - a jj maybank headcanon ★

💋short and sweet ficlets masterlist ★

❥ Holiday specials

❥ valentine's day

forgotten valentines - peter parker ☆

steven's first v-day - steven grant ☆

3 teen boys vs 1 pretty girl - jj maybank ★

fuck valentine's day - elliot from euphoria ☆

valentine's day with dick grayson - a headcanon ☆

❥flufftober

mav n goose - jj maybank★

spirit halloween - batfam☆

❥ xemas

decorating the tree - frank castle ☆

wrapping presents - steve harrington ☆

family scrapbooks - steve harrington ☆✧

snow day - marauders ☆

looking at lights - marauders ☆

mistletoe mishaps - jason todd ★

this is life, merry christmas - james potter★

[churrosbitxh]

idk but Pitts kinda gives the vibe of that one guy who grew really tall during summer break

Like average height but he likes to eat a lot so he grew 6-8 inches in a couple months

thus making him eat more and his knee hurting most of the time (making him act like a grumpy grandpa every night and meeks has to handle his grumpiness) bumping his head all the time and all the sleeves of his clothes are a couple inches too short for him, even his uniform

The other boys' reactions will be priceles seeing pitts growing into a giant after summer

Also I headcanon that Charlie was the big one when they were really young, he just never grew (lol we love you short king)

And Meeks was taller than Pitts at some point

[perksofbeingpoet]

the beach boys fill the kitchen, happy voices getting lost in the fog of pasta water. pitts sings along in the highest voice he can muster, leaning close into knox when the latter complains, and knox just laughs and softly shoves him away. "c'mon, todd!" charlie is doing a sort-of shuffle on the carpet, using a wooden spoon as a microphone. "will you do me the honours?" todd shakes his head, grinning, but accepts charlie's outstretched hand, losing himself in the improvised dance moves and the sound of harmonies and bubbling sauce. pitts whistles. "look at you go, anderson! i might have to change dance partners- ow, i was joking!" meeks grins. "you wouldn't dare, anyway." charlie's eyes gleam under the kitchen lights. "oohh, this calls for a dance battle! c'mon, meeks!" "fine", meeks chuckles, handing knox the spatula. "knoxie, your turn." knox licks some sauce off his fingers, grin wide as he turns up the music. "take it away, guys."

[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

Order #10

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

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Results are in:

Scrooge outfit: Neil, Todd, and Cameron

Heart Boxers: Knox, Charlie, and Pitts

Pink robe: Meeks and Keating

I will forever be indebted to anyone who draws fanarts of them in these outfits

[grungelvrr222]

doom scrolling on allelon ruggiero’s instagram and i think i’ve never found anything more funny lol. especially this one pic where he is wearing new glasses dylan kussman commented “DANG you look good😍” and its so funny to see them interacting like this even decades later lol

[futurewriter2000]

Distance

A/N: Yes, I am alive. Yes, I am writing... from today again. Lemme live okay, there has been a lot going on but I haven't forgotten about my fics. Lucky number request 7 was picked up. Anyways I loved writing this one. Very soothing.

REQUEST: Hello it’s me, do you think you could write a cute jealous Charlie or Meeks, like the reader goes to different school so they don’t have a lot of time together, so one day Charlie or Meeks sees them talking to a guy, and they get jealous.

PAIRING: Charlie Meeks x reader

XX

Year 1959 started off with an odd coldness in the air. Not only because of the winter, but because of all the pressure and the stress of your surroundings.

Exams of the first semester were coming up and your father had you under strict rules, you weren't really obliged to follow. You had no idea why your education was so important to him, as if he wasn't planning about to marry you off anyway.

You never had those hopes for yourself. Yes, you did like to stay at home alone- it was one of your favorite pass times but you had ambitions and dreams of your own. You believed you could achieve them, however with no support of your father, who basically carried the whole family- it was harder to achieve.

Yes, 1959 was cold. Cold and cruel because it made you realise that world isn't that much nice to women your age. You're obliged to act a certain way, play a certain role and be a certain person.

You went to your bed and covered your cold feet under the covers. You thought of your ginger boy. Your sweet Steven. If you could have seen your eyes, you'd see a mirror of glow. You've never thought you'd fall in love with a boy who was all ginger and freckles. You've never even thought about that being close to your type of man but he swooned you over.

The two of you met in one of the hotels during the summer and realised you live close by, only weak 20 minutes away from each other. It was a surprise because you never saw him in your town before but your father didn't much allow you to go out and meet boys.

You did though. That summer, you met this freckly sweet boy, who did nothing but charm you and make you laugh. You thought it was too perfect to be true but there was something in him. Something you couldn't pin down. When he took down those glasses and you could see his gorgeous brown eyes, sometimes just jumped in your stomach.

You've been in love- with him and only him. You could still think of when the two of you first held hands and kissed on the wet grassy field as it rained. It sounded like a fairytale- a movie. It just seemed to be too good to be true and you were afraid that you would jinx it sooner rather than later.

But you didn't have to jinx it, when your father was doing all the work. You haven't argued in a house as much as you did at this age. You've had built up anger, holding it inside over the years. Yet, you never wanted to go too far, not now... because in a way, your father frightened you.

Now that your mother was away, taking care of your ill aunt in another state, your father has gotten worse. Like a little child he drinks and smokes inside. You clean after him, you cook for him, you do his laundry, you- it's like taking care of a child and you felt more exhausted than ever. So exhausted, you haven't had the energy to fight him anymore.

So you endured and you missed the only person who would make you feel better.

Private school for boys... could it be any worse? Nine months of barely any contact. You felt like you were about to explode from all this pressure.

He was your safety net. He was the one to catch you, to soothe you, to take care of you when you were so emotional and not being able to even shower. You walked towards the window and looked out.

A big hole in your chest formed because you missed him so much. You wished you could talk to him. Just to talk. He makes everything feels so much better but how, when he is so far away and you are so far away?

---

Steven Meeks has been feeling similiar as you do, except that he simply adored you more than you could ever know. He always asked himself why him and you always told him why not him. Of course, he was still insecure about himself but that was always a great motivation to keep him prooving himself to you. When Knox told him that he is going to your school to talk to the girl he's been fancying, he knew it would be a great opportunity to surprise you.

However, he was somehow oblivious to the fact that there were other boys in the school with you. He walked in with your favorite chocolate candy in his hand, a box shaped as a heart- even though he knew it was cheesy, you always blushed and laughed at it. To him that was only one out of many sights he loved to see on you.

His colour drained when he saw a large, bulky man standing over you. His hand was leaning on the locker and he had one of those pearly white smirks. Unfortunately, he didn't see your face because he was behind you but it was the perfect opportunity to release the rage he has been holding the minute his eyes set on the two of you.

Something went off in his mind. Something he never thought he was capable of. i

He slammed his hand on the lockers behind you, making you jump a bit and turn around. The guy looked up and raised an eyebrow.

It took you a minute to gather yourself because you haven't expected somebody so similar to your boyfriend appear right next to you. You haven't even believed it until he started to speak.

Meeks' eyes narrowed, his lips thinned and his chest puffed out. "You lost?"

The guy threw his head back in shock. "What?"

"You deaf too?" Meeks continued. "I don't see a single reason why you should be talking to my girl?"

He let out a laugh and took a step forward but Meeks didn't even blink an eye. "Your girl? You? Where you from? Popsicleland?"

"At least my clothes fit, yours are about to tear any minute." he continued to glare at him and you could see the way this was only about to escalate if you wouldn't interfere.

You pushed them away and dragged Steven, barely, around the corner. He was still huffing and puffing but you didn't even care. You didn't care about his challenging male outburst or fragile male ego- you simply jumped into his arms and hugged him so tightly, you were about to burst.

His anger drained slowly into a realisation who was holding him so tightly. The smell of your parfume hit reduced the anger and he hugged you so tightly and as he did so, you started to sob into his arms.

"Shh... I'm here..." he started to caress your back with his hand but you felt this huge amount of release when he did that. When he pulled away to see your drained, grey face he immediately became worried.

He cupped your head into his hands and looked deeply into your eyes. "(Y/N), what's wrong? Why are you sad?" he whispered, his eyebrows furrowing worriedly.

"I just missed you so much." you hugged him back, leaning your head on his chest and squeezing him. He simply didn't know what to do except pressing your head against him and kissing the top.

Oh how he loved you. His heart was simply throbbing from the sadness and the love he had for you. Why were you sad? What did he miss? Why wasn't he here more than he is?

"I love you so much, (y/n)." he mumbld against your head and pulled away, cupping your head again. "I love you and I'm sorry I haven't been here for you. I'm so sorry."

You laughed, wiping the tears off your cheeks. "You're too perfect to be sorry." you smiled and put your hand on his cheeks. "I just love you too."

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You told him- you told him how pressured you felt and he felt enraged as you continued your sad, pitiful story. He held you so close to him, tightening his grip around your waist, kissing the top of your head whenever your voice started to quiver.

But oh the warmth of him. The presence, soul and love of him. It soothed you like no other thing in this entire world. You didn't know what it was. Was it love? Distance? Longing? But oh how warm and loved you felt by this man.

"I am so sorry." he said.

"What are you sorry for?" you smiled, caressing the hand that held you so close.

"Sorry you had to go through this alone." he said and your smile faded. You leaned back on his chest as you watched your feet drag up the grass until your knees were bent. You laid them on his outstretched legs and he pulled you even closer up to him. "It's my last year there..." he said and looked down at you. You looked up and your eyes met.

You could always read him so well. "Meaning?"

"Meaning I'll get the job as soon as possible and I'll save up for a wedding and a house- even a dog if you want."

You started to laugh. "What about your dreams as a literature professor?" you sat up, serious this time and placing your hand on his cheek. "What about Knox and Charlie and Neil-"

"They're my friends but you're the person I want to spend my life with." his eyes softened. "I want to marry you."

You leaned your forehead on his and smiled. "That's a shame because I want to be married to a literature professor."

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