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four-pillars-of-hellton · 1 year

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Can you believe after two years I’m finally writing a pt 2 for Unpredictable (Knox x f!reader) !!!!

It’s true hopefully it will be out this week!

I randomly got on here today and reread the imagine and felt inspired to write a second part so yay ☺️

Yes dance with joy like my fav two boys right here 😂

#dead poets society #dead poets society imagines #knox overstreet #neil perry #gerard pitts #todd anderson #steven meeks #charlie dalton #richard cameron

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four-pillars-of-hellton · 3 years

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hiiii :) I just read Unpredictable (Knox x fem!reader) and I’m obsessed, it’s so cute!!!! Are you planning on writing a part two?

I have thought about it and hopefully in the future I will get around to writing a part 2

#dead poets society #dead poets society imagines #knox overstreet #neil perry #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #knox overstreet imagine #knox overstreet x reader #neil perry imagine #neil perry x reader

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four-pillars-of-hellton · 3 years

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DPS Lockscreens!

For LOTR/Hobbit ones checkout my blog @game-ofthe-company

For Marvel and other ones checkout my main @orphan-with-a-stutter

#dead poets society #dead poets society imagines #knox overstreet #neil perry #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #knox overstreet imagine #neil perry imagine #todd anderson #charlie dalton imagine #todd anderson imagine

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four-pillars-of-hellton · 3 years

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Pencil

A/N: I hadn’t written a request in so long but I really enjoyed writing this one. It was such a nice change from Harry Potter world and I needed this. I actually got butterflies writing this. It isn’t as perfect as I wanted it to be but it’s just for enjoyment. Hope you like it.

REQUEST: I saw that you did some writing for Charlie in the dead poets society, and I was perhaps wondering if you could do a shy Steven Meeks, like he’s helping the reader or whoever with homework and Like they grab for a pencil they touch hands and Steven blushes, or whenever the reader talks to him he stutters at first, or whenever they sit next to each other they play with each other‘s fingers and talk but Steven doesn’t look up because he’s too nervous to look at her eyes

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Steven was casually walking to the public library. He did not rush, nor walked to slowly- he simply enjoyed the long walk from the all-boys school Wellton and the slower he walked, more time he had to spend away from that school. He did not despise it as much as the other boys did, no. He loved studying and he loved tutoring as well. Since Mr. Keating had started to teach, he had felt inspired to become a professor himself. He knew his parents would not approve, with his knowledge and intelligence in most of subjects but there is always that hope to dream.

He did not mind to agree to this study session. He had known you from your neighbourhood in childhood and when his father asked him to help you with some subject, he didn’t mind to oblige. He hasn’t seen in you in years, being stuck in that school and the fact that you had moved to the other side of town but the two of you were always great childhood friends.

He walked into the library and looked around. He saw plenty of students, reading, writing and whispering to each other but he couldn’t see you. Hell, he didn’t even know what you looked like anymore.

It was until a girl in the far corner caught his attention. Her hands were holding a book with a blue-ish sort of colour and her hair, pinned back into a bun. And there exists a hypothesis that if you watch someone for 20 seconds, they will feel it- and so you did, looking up from your book and catching his eye. You smiled brightly at him and waved at him to come over.

It was at that moment that Steven Meeks felt his whole body burn and sweat. You had become gorgeous through the years and he had never thought that you would mature so beautifully. It took him solely by surprise to see you despite the fact he knew it was you, who he would be tutoring but he hadn’t imagined tutoring a pretty girl like you.

He rushed to your table and smiled. “(Y/N)?” he asked just in case, though he knew that your smile was hard to forget. It always held the same light from childhood.

“Stevie.” you smiled brightly, standing up and hugging him dearly. You noticed a red stain appear on his cheeks and that made you let out a small giggle. “You had gotten taller.” you added as you sat down, “Come sit.”

“So did you, might I add.” he smiled, sitting down as well and placing his bag on the table. “And matured quite beautifully.” he let surpass, realising what he had said and immediately blushing to his own words. “I mean… I… I didn’t mean it…. I mean I did- you’re quite beautiful but…. uhm…”

You let out a soft giggle and placed your hand on top of his, trying to calm him down. “Thank you.” you said, trying to catch his eyes as he avoided yours, smiling and looking everywhere but you.

“So, how about we start with Latin?” he started pulling out books.

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It had continued like this for the whole week. He barely looked at you when he talked and sometimes whenever he tried to explain something to you, the closer you got, the more he started to choke over his words. You always seemed to have this flowery parfume on you that caused his brain chemicals to mess with his focus.

You didn’t notice it, though. You found him impeccable at teaching you maths and Latin, which were your worst subjects. He would always smile and get this twinkle in his eyes- maybe even start talking too fast or over-explain things.

“Can we take a break?” you asked as you had felt as if your brain was about to explode into bitses.

Meeks looked at you and see how frustrated you were by this math complex and so he let out a chuckle. “Yeah, sure.”

He had gotten more comfortable around you, not as nervous the more he talked to you. He enjoyed spending time with you and most importantly, he loved talking to you during your breaks.

“You’re doing far more better than you had when we started.” he leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes wander on you.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” you smiled back at him.

“No, I’m being completely honest.” he continued.

“Really? Because I feel like I’m just getting more confused, the more I know. I don’t know how you do it.”

“Do math? It’s easy-”

“Easy?”

“For me it’s like a puzzle. You have a problem and if you know all the right steps, it unfolds so wonderfully. Every math problem has a solution, even if the solution does not exist.”

“That’s a nice way of putting it.” you simpered at his enthusiasm and that glow he gets whenever he talks about something he adores. It even makes you like math when you see how much a person can love it. “Alright then- let’s get back to our problem.” you said, sitting back straight and tying up your hair.

“That’s the spirit.” he let out a laugh, sitting back next to you and noticing your eyes looking around. “What?”

“Pencil. I don’t know where I had put it.” you continued to look around, lifting up papers, books and tapping around with your hands.

“Here-” he said as he tried to reach for the pencil that has caught his eye under a blank piece of paper- the same pencil that has caught your eye and before you could hear him, the two of you bumped hands to reach for it.

And your hands just touched, they touched and stood there, your pinky finger touching his pinky finger, the side of his palm, touching your palm and as innocent it looked- it felt quite intimate.

Meeks was the first to pull away, seeing what he had done and blushing intensely from the warm touch of your hand. He rubbed the back of his neck and then ruffled his hair, which made him only more attractive when his freckles his behind those red-stained cheeks and his red curls began to stick out in more directions.

You let out a soft giggle before grabbing the pencil in your hands and pulling up the unsolved equation in front of you. “Everything alright?” you asked teasingly.

“Y- yeah.” he nodded his head and tried to gather back his focus. “Let’s do this.”

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When it was over, the two of you had decided to walk out of the library together, slightly bumping shoulders together. It caused your stomach to fill itself with roses and a flock of butterflies. At first it was always you who was engaging in it but sooner, he found the courage to walk just as close to you as you did with him. His hand would touch yours, his pinky finger taking a slight hold of your index finger. Only for a moment- to give you warmth before the winter cold reached you.

“I don’t know where my pencils keep disappearing- I swear! I just don’t know!” you laughed and he smiled along side of you.

“Well…” he stopped in front of you and turned his whole body to you. “I think I have quite the solution to your probles.” he grinned, letting his hand reach to your cheek and you were sure he was about to kiss you. Your heart started to race, your eyes widened, your hands even became more clammy than before… but he didn’t kiss you. His hand reached up to your ear and pulled out a small pencil.

You couldn’t help yourself but laugh. “Oh, my God.” you continued to laugh, just as he did. “How long did you know it was there?”

“All the time.” he kept smiling.

“And you hadn’t had the decency to tell me?”

“Had to find an excuses to save the beautiful damsel in distress.”

“By helping me with all of this school-work, you are saving me already.” you smiled, still feeling the butterflies in your stomach from when he calls you beautiful.

“And your exam is tomorrow?” he asked, looking down at the floor and trying not to frown.

“10.30.” you looked up, trying not to frown as well. “Does that mean I won’t see you for another five years?” you asked as he lifted his head up and gave you a bright smile.

“I wouldn’t want that, would you?”

“I wouldn’t want that either.”

“Well then…” he smiled and reached for the pencil in your hand and putting it behind his ear. “Maybe if I find that pencil of yours, I’ll bring it back to you.” he grinned and you let out a soft laugh, taking a hold of his cold hand as he took a hold of yours.

“Hope you won’t have trouble finding it.”

“If I don’t, I might as well buy another one- maybe take you out for coffee if you’d like?” he said as his cheeks grew red again.

“I would- uhm.” you couldn’t seem to spill it our. “I would love too.”

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four-pillars-of-hellton · 3 years

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As the boys were leaving Welton Meeks stopped when he saw you.

You had stopped by to give your brother something he had left back at home. You were just waiting for him when you spotted Meeks looking your way with a smile on his face.

You smiled and mouthed “hi.” To him before you turned your attention to your brother who came from up the stairs.

The moment you turned back his way you saw his friend drag him away.

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Cause Meeks is cute

#dead poets society #dead poets society imagines #knox overstreet #neil perry #gerard pitts #knox overstreet x reader #charlie dalton #steven meeks #Steven Meeks imagine #todd anderson #richard cameron

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four-pillars-of-hellton · 3 years

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So I was needing a Meeks gif for a gif imagine and got a little obsessed with that cute blonde that’s always in the background

I STILL WANT A NAME FOR HIM 😭