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Charlie Dalton - The ball.

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x fem reader

TW- none (I think.)

(again, I apologize for any grammatical mistakes, this is my second time writing something to publish. I hope you guys enjoy.)

Welton Academy is a strict, elite boys’ boarding school in Vermont, known for its emphasis on Tradition, Honor, Discipline, and Excellence. With its ivy-covered stone buildings and rigid atmosphere, it demands obedience, academic perfection, and conformity from its students, preparing them for Ivy League futures. It was a school for future Bankers, Lawyers, Doctors, Engineers..

Thornfield preparatory school was just as strict, allowing only the finest and most intelligent young women to have the chance to peruse their studies there. Both schools in Vermont, being only some miles apart.

When Mr.Nolan and Mrs.Brown decided to have an open night ball, uniting both schools for a way to show their success and discipline with the students, both groups of students went wild. Boys from Welton bought suits, found ways to style their hair. Girls from Thornfield bought dresses, make up, way too much hairspray and hairpins, everything to look perfect on the night.

Sometimes both schools participated on events together, like on the state science fair, or on the Math Olympiad, although only a handful of students managed to be picked to participate.

You, the ever so bubbly and smart girl with beautiful hair, matching eyes and a face just so captivating, already knew some boys that attended Welton. Steven Meeks was your best friend. The two of you met on a business diner orchestrated by your fathers, and you just clicked. Steven spent hours on end talking about his new Batman comic, and you listened. It continued as you grew, both beginning to be fond of the same thing, poetry.

“Mr.Keating told us about a society he used to be a part of.” Steven said, as the two sat on a bench at the city park, eating the cookies they had bought at a nearby pastry shop. “Apparently him and his classmates used to get together and read poetry.”

“That sounds really cool, actually.” You nodded at your own statement.

“Me and the guys are going to revive it, they told me to ask you if you wanted to join us.” He said, looking at you. “I think it’d be very nice.”

“Alright, just give me a call then.” You looked back at him and chuckled. “You have a crumb on your cheek.”

The first meeting went well, you were already familiarized with Steven’s friends, regardless, you sat next to him and Gerard Pitts until it was your time to read.

“I have a Ballet recital tomorrow, 5pm. I want you all to be there.” You said as you all got ready to leave the cave, the moonlight shining through the whole on the ceiling, illumining their faces ever so slightly.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” Charlie Dalton said, with that cocky smirk pressed on his face, a hand running through his hair. He always had a way with the ladies, being the womanizer he was. That’s why you decided not to let yourself fall into his charms like thousands of women before you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, nerves rushing through you as the prince besides you left his place and entered the stage, your cue just so close.

When it finally came, you closed your eyes and began gliding with soft bourrées and arabesques, dancing just so gently that you looked almost ethereal.

Steven and his friends sat on the middle seats of the theater, the perfect distance from the stage, no one dared to utter a word, it was impossible. The way you danced managed to grasp every single person’s attention, to even look away would be a great insult.

Charlie watched you with admiration as you glowed on the stage. He tried not to blink, so that he wouldn’t miss a single second.

Charlie wasn’t sure of when he began feeling like this. It wasn’t normal. He was used to flirting with every woman who came near him, swooning them with his charms and barely ever leaving a party without a girl in his arms. Maybe it was on the first poets’ meeting, when you read a poem by Edgar Allan Poe with such fascination that he couldn’t look away, “I guess she always did have a way to grab everyone’s attention” he though to himself. Or maybe it was when he first saw you practice “The Swan Lake” when he came to visit Neil at the theater. Maybe it was when Charlie saw you crying on Steven’s dorm because some girls were mean to you, and all he wanted to do was burst into Mr.Nolan’s office and demand that he let you attend Welton. Deep down, he knew that something was going to brew the first time he was you.

“Who’s that?” He asked Knox. Steven had invited them to celebrate his birthday with a dinner at his house, so there they were.

“The girl with Meeks? I think she’s his friend” Knox said.

“I don’t remember him ever mentioning having such pretty friends.” That smug grin returned to his face as he stood up from his place on the comfortable leather sofa, eyeing the girl up and down, he make his way to them.

“… and this is super hard to find, how did you find it?” Steven asked, looking at the first Batman comic ever released, now in his hands (as well as the 15 other comics and a big book about astrophysics she had bought.

“It was very hard” You laughed. “I found it on that weekend I went to New York, figured you’d like it.” You smiled, noticing the unfamiliar figure getting closer.

“Hello Meeks.” Charlie said with a smirk on his face. “I didn’t know you had a model friend. I’m Charlie Dalton, flattered to meet you.” He said, a flirtatious look on his face and he took your hand and kissed it.

“So this is the flirty friend you were telling me about, Steven?” You chuckled. “I’m [your name] .” You smiled at Charlie. Maybe it was that smile that got him hooked.

Before they knew it, the recital was over. People applauded loudly as the dancers bowed down and left the stage to get changed. Charlie was left paralyzed, completely mesmerized by the way you moved, swayed, danced with such graciousness.

People gathered in front of the theater, waiting for their friends to meet them and congratulate them on the amazing play. A group of well dressed girls was just in front of the staff door, talking and commenting, a big smile on their face as they waited for their friend to get dressed.

Loud giggles and praise from the girls made Steven and his friends turn their head.

“You were amazing out there!” A short blonde girl said as she hugged you, handing her a bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you!!” You responded, hugging her back and getting caught in a group hug with the other girls. “I’m so glad you guys came!” You said, a big pure smile on your face.

As they talked and giggled, your eyes met Charlie’s, you offered him a smile to which he responded with that cocky smirk of his. You excused yourself.

“Hi guys!” You said, coming closer to them, a huge smile on your face. “You guys have no idea how happy I am that you guys came.”

“Told you we wouldn’t miss it” Charlie said, giving you a wink, to which you rolled your eyes.

“What did you guys think?” You asked eagerly, looking at all of the boys faces.

“You looked like a star.” Gerard said, moving his gaze from the floor up to you eyes. That made Charlie shift uncomfortably, almost unnoticeable. You gave him a big smile. Silence began filling the room.

Charlie sent Knox and Neil a look. “Well, I’m glad you guys en-“ you were cut of by Charlie grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. Your bag fell to the floor and Neil grabbed it. They rushed out of the door, the others following.

“Sorry ladies, we’re stealing her for now” Knox told the group of girls as he left the theater. The boys ran, you laughed and hit Charlie on the shoulder, your hand on his back for support, his arm around your waist, holding you on his shoulder.

Their pace slowed down as they reached the dinner, putting you on the ground Charlie didn’t leave your side. That night, they ate dinner over the sound of laughter.

“I’m a bit nervous.” Steven said, as he fixed his wet hair, looking at the big mirror in your room.

“You shouldn’t be. Tonight is going to be amazing.” You responded quietly, much to focused on the hair you were putting up in a curly voluminous bun with soft, loose tendrils.

“You say that because you have no fear.” He said, grabbing a wide tooth comb from his bag.

“I’m just saying that there’s nothing to be nervous about.” You smiled as you finished with the lash Bobby pin on your hair, looking proudly at the mirror.

“You know..” Steven hesitated, breath caught in the back of his throat, before shaking his head. “No, never mind.”

“What?” You asked, opening your make up drawer and taking out the items you intended on using.

Steven thought for a second. “You can’t tell anyone about this, but.. I heard Charlie tell Neil that he was nervous to see you tonight.”

Your cheeks got hotter. “He did?” You asked, sounding almost eager. “I mean, of course he was.”

Steven let out a chuckle, as you began to do your make up.

An hour later, Steven already had his suit on, he sat on your bed. You wore a strapless pink ball gown with multiple layers of soft, flowing ruffles, the top fitted with a subtle ruched design. You looked like a princess.

“It’s almost seven.” You said, looking at the clock.

“We should probably get going.” Steven said, before looking out of the windows. “My parents already got here.”

“Alright.” You fixed your pearly necklace and opened the door, waiting for Steven to follow behind. “You know, the nerves you were talking about earlier are finally setting in.”

“I thought there was nothing to be nervous about.” He responded, a cocky smile appearing on his face. You just hit him lightly in the chest in response.

The place looked already full when you arrived, people coming in, butlers serving champagne right outside the entry door, the big red carpet connecting the entry with the street. You and Steven got out of the car first, but were the last to come in.

As soon as you stepped a foot on the marble floor, all heads turned to look at you. You looked like an angel, completely ethereal. “Everybody’s looking at us.” You mumbled quietly to Steven as the two went down the stairs.

“Correction, everybody’s looking at you.” He said.

From the other side of the room, Charlie looked mesmerized. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you went down each and every step of the staircase with Meeks.

Charlie watched you descend the grand staircase as if time had slowed just for you. The ballroom, glittering with candlelight and polished marble, faded into the background. You moved like a dream in pink—light catching the layers of your gown, your curls bouncing with each step. You were luminous, ethereal. Unreachable. And yet you looked straight at him.

Beside him, Neil gave him a nudge.

“Careful, Dalton. You’re staring.”

Charlie didn’t even blink.

“I think I’m in serious trouble.”

Neil arched a brow, half-amused.

“The Charlie Dalton? Trouble with a girl?”

Charlie’s voice dropped, like he was confessing something fragile.

“She’s not just any girl.”

As you reached the ballroom floor, heads turned—some curious, some in awe. The Thornfield girls admired you confidence, the Welton boys couldn’t look away. You carried yourself like someone who belonged not in Vermont, but in a painting or a poem.

You moved through the crowd with Steven, smiling politely at the compliments thrown your way. But your gaze searched until it landed on Charlie—his loosened bowtie, his slightly tousled hair, that familiar smirk softening into something more sincere as your eyes met.

He stepped forward.

“You look…” he started, then stopped, completely disarmed. “You look like every poem I’ve never had the courage to read aloud.”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“That’s dangerously close to being charming,” you teased.

“Good. Because I’m not trying to charm you. I’m being honest.” His smirk flickered back to life. “…Though I won’t lie, the charm is a bonus.”

Before you could respond, Mrs. Brown’s voice echoed across the ballroom:

“Ladies and gentlemen, the opening waltz will begin shortly. Welton gentlemen, please ask your partners to the floor.”

Steven had already vanished with a Thornfield girl who’d been eyeing him since the Science Fair. You turned, slightly dazed, just in time to find Charlie in front of you, hand extended.

“May I?” he asked, the bravado replaced with something quieter. More real.

You hesitated for the briefest of moments before placing your hand in his.

“You may.”

The waltz began, slow and elegant, but it took only a few steps to realize Charlie had no idea what he was doing. He was clumsy, stepping off-beat and muttering curses under his breath.

“You’re terrible at this,” you whispered, laughing.

“I warned you,” he replied. “I’ve got a poet’s soul, not a dancer’s grace.”

“But you’re trying,” you said, your voice softening. “That counts for something.”

Charlie looked down at you—really looked.

“I’ve never wanted to try this hard before.”

You danced until the song faded into applause, but neither of them moved. For a few seconds, the world stayed still.

“I don’t know what this is,” You said, your voice barely above the rustle of your dress.

“Neither do I,” Charlie answered, eyes never leaving yours. “But I know I don’t want it to end.”

It would have been easy to kiss you then. Maybe he thought about it. Maybe you did too.

But then, like all magic, the moment was interrupted—Knox and Neil stumbled over with too many desserts and not enough coordination.

“Charlie, you have to try these little lemon things,” Knox said, grinning.

You laughed, stepping away, the spell gently broken. But as you walked toward the refreshments, Charlie brushed his hand against your, subtle and deliberate.

And you didn’t pull away.

The rest of the evening blurred into golden light and soft music. The ballroom sparkled with chandeliers and whispers of polite laughter, but Charlie heard little of it. His focus remained tethered to you— your voice when you laughed, the way you tilted your head when someone complimented you, how your fingers absentmindedly played with the pearl necklace at your throat. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention—giving it, not just receiving it.

They danced again—once, twice, maybe three times—though Charlie lost count. He didn’t care about the steps anymore. All he cared about was how you fit so naturally into his rhythm, even if it wasn’t perfect.

At one point, while sipping punch at the edge of the ballroom, you leaned over and whispered, “You keep looking at me like you’re about to write a sonnet.”

“Maybe I already did,” he shot back. “But I doubt it does you justice.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the warm cheeks that followed. You liked this version of Charlie—the one who flirted, yes, but with sincerity woven between the smirks. He was different tonight. Not a mask, not a performance. Just… Charlie.

Eventually, the crowd began to thin. Teachers hovered by the exits. Carriages lined up outside.

Steven found them, jacket slung over his shoulder, cheeks flushed from too many polite conversations. “You guys ready?”

“Almost,” You said, glancing toward the balcony doors. You looked at Charlie. “Come with me?”

Charlie didn’t hesitate.

The air outside was crisp with the beginnings of autumn. The stars were out, dusting the velvet sky like powdered sugar. You leaned against the cold stone railing, your dress spilling around you like soft clouds.

“This night feels like it’s out of a novel,” you said.

Charlie stood beside you, hands in his pockets. “Yeah. One of those slow, aching ones that makes you wish it would never end.”

You glanced at him, that familiar smile dancing at the corners of your mouth. “You’re not what I expected, you know.”

“I get that a lot,” he said.

“I mean it,” you said seriously, looking at him. “You’re… different when no one’s watching.”

Charlie let out a breath, his voice quiet. “Maybe that’s because no one’s ever looked at me the way you do.”

Silence hung between you, not uncomfortable but electric—charged with something unnamed and new.

“I like you,” he said finally, his voice soft but steady. “And not in the way I usually like people.”

Your heart stuttered.

You turned to face him completely now. “Charlie…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he added quickly, almost nervously. “I just wanted you to know. If this is just tonight, I’ll still remember it like it was everything.”

You reached up and touched his face gently, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “What if it’s not just tonight?”

His breath caught. “Then I’d be the luckiest guy at Welton.”

And maybe it was reckless, maybe it was impossible, but under the stars, between the marble and the quiet and the leftover hum of music from inside—

You kissed him.

It was soft, careful, almost questioning. But he kissed you back like the answer had always been yes.

Inside, the last song began to play.

But out here, on the balcony, something far more real had just begun.

[ultimateswag]

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜- Study Sesh

Paring : Steven Meeks x fem reader

TW : (brief) mentions of biblical studies and Pythagorean Identities.

[this is my first imagines by the way, so please excuse any mistake or poor writing (I tried to not mention any racial aspects, but lmk what I can improve)]

Latin was always a subject you mastered. It got much easier once you began to assimilate Latin with French, which, by the way, you were also pretty good at. One was a dead language, not spoken nowadays, but really useful when doing biblical studies, and then the other was the language of romance, the one people thought of when asked to say the most romantic and sexy language there is.

Though, besides languages and the occasional English, you weren’t really exceptional in any other subject, especially Trigonometry. It's not like you were failing, not at all actually, but you simply couldn't excel it like, by example, literature. That's why you’re pushing yourself to the edge, so you can get better at the calculus assimilated subjects, and that's why you asked Steven Meeks for help.

The two of you have always been friends, talking to each other in the corridors, of course being together in study groups, and also being a part of the same secret society. But apart from those friendly interactions, you didn't stand out as actually being friends, so much so, that few people actually believed that you even knew who Steven was. Being the only girl at Welton preparatory school due to your high intellectual level ( and family history) made you quite popular, so why would you, willingly, hang out with Steven Meeks? That's what they all thought, though, no one dared to say it out loud.

"I still don't understand this." You said, a loud sigh leaving your mouth quickly after as you stared at the problem filled paper in front of you.

Steven let out a small low chuckle, though it was clear he didn't mean it in an offensive way. "This is actually simpler than it looks" he begins, moving the paper a bit closer to him, and scooting lightly closer to you. "Once you understand the concept, it'll all make sense." And to that, you nods, gaze switching from the paper to his face, admiring his soft freckles, beautiful eyes and- and how he begins to explain Pythagorean Identities.

"Alright. So. Pythagorean identities. The most important one is kind of like the golden rule of trig: sin?0 + cos 0 = 1. That's the foundation, everything else branches from this." He explains.

You leaned in, the scent of your sweet raspberry perfume just barely brushing the air between them. "But why does that even work?"

Steven looked at you not just any glance, but the kind of look that says I see you struggling, and I want to help you out of it. "Because it comes from the Pythagorean Theorem." He says, but swing the confusion linger on your face, he grabs a piece of blank paper and a pencil and begins to draw." Picture this: a right triangle inside the unit circle. The hypotenuse is 1. The x-value is cose, the y-value is sine. So when you square both and add them up... it just always equals 1."

You blinked, eyes narrowing slightly in concentration as they switch from the homework, to Steven's drawing. "So it's not just a random formula-they actually mean something."

He nodded, a little too pleased you were catching on. "Exactly. And the other two identities are built off this one. Like, if you divide everything by cos?0, you get: 1 + tan?0 = sec?0. And if you divide by sin'® instead, it becomes: cot?0 + 1 = cscª0. It's like a family of truths that are all connected."

You bit your lip, scribbling it down, then looked sideways at him. "Do you always talk about math like it's poetry?" You ask with a small smile. Steven, just like you, has always taken a special liking to poetry, and just like everyone else, after just a few classes with Mr. Keating, it became a bigger, more important part of his life, so of course it was no surprise to see him romanticizing trigonometry.

Steven smiled, a faint flush rising in his cheeks. "It makes it easier to understand, does it not?" he tilts his head lightly at you, seeing as you wrote the problem's answer down on the paper, with your perfect calligraphy, while your beautiful, hair fell next to you. Your eyes seemed to shine as you understood each problem, they looked beautiful, you looked so beautiful. At least that's what he thought.

"I suppose it does" A soft laughter is heard leaving your mouth. There was a beat of silence-just the hush of pages turning in the distance and the soft tapping of your pen again. "You know," you said, not looking at him this time, "I usually hate asking for help."

"I know," he replied, glancing at her-noticing the tension in your jaw softening a little. "But I kind of like that you asked me.

Their eyes met. Just for a second. A heartbeat.

“I do too.” She said softly, turning to look at her notes once again. Her cheeks were feeling hotter, she didn’t want to look up.

“Do you need help with anything els-“ Before he could finish his frase, Aurora began speaking once again, mustering up enough courage to glance at him.

“Would you like to hang out? Outside of school?” She asks, cheeks getting hotter and hotter .

“That’d be pretty nice, actually.” Steven’s now held held a crimson tint, although he tried to act like he wasn’t about to jump out of happiness.

“Cool” she says, attempting to act nonchalant, but giving him a shy smile.

“Cool.” He answers back, returning her smile.

[ultimateswag]

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