#charlie dalton imagine

[ash5monster01]

hii!! could you write something for charlie dalton and an insecure reader (they are already dating)? ive been feeling kind of ugly lately😭😭 tysm

I’m so sorry this has taken me so long, I hope everything has been going okay. Insecurities can really suck sometimes, but we just have to remember we’re all beautiful in our own way <3

Perfectly Me

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, self doubt, insecurities, anxiety

Summary: Dating cool and confident Charlie is proven to be hard when most of the time you’re insecure about everything about yourself.

word count: 1.1k

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Charlie had always been Charlie. You weren’t entirely sure where he got it from. Somehow after all these years in boarding school he had found a confidence that set him apart from the others. You had never met anyone else that had lived life with their chin so high and smile so wide. He was confident, fun, popular, and you felt everything but. When he had chosen you it was shocking. How could daring and brave Charlie seek out the only girl that kept her head ducked and mouth shut. Yet somehow he did and everyday since you had been questioning why.

Especially on days like today. Days where Charlie’s laugh bellowed loudly through the lunch room as you sat quiet as a mouse beside him. Girls looked on with adoring looks and boys laughed after every sentence that left his mouth. His presence was large, everyone saw him, everyone liked him. It was so intense that as you sat beside the boy you loved you felt more invisible then ever, especially to him. He didn’t see you, there is no way he could have. You were nothing but an inanimate object beside him and you had only ended up in this position from a cruel trick of fate. Not only were you now invisible but humiliated because you couldn’t compare to him. You never could.

When the bell sounds you’re the first out the door. You didn’t want to wait and see if Charlie even acknowledged you, it would hurt too much if he didn’t. You barely went noticed as you left anyway so it would be no surprise if he didn’t notice either. But he did. His proud look turning into one of confusion as he spotted your form rushing away. He had wanted to kiss you, stare into your pretty eyes for a moment longer, but you were gone in the blink of an eye. He wondered why, it almost feeling like you were trying to escape him. This very thought plagued him the rest of the day as he awaited a moment to see you again.

Once classes were over it took him forever to find you. He felt like he had turned Welton upside down in search of you until he finally found you curled up on a window seat in the library. Your eyes were cast downward at the book in your hands, your forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window where you sat. You were so beautiful and his heart yearned deeply for you in that very moment. He wished you didn’t feel so far away. He just wanted you two to be okay. As much as he talked about always having a girlfriend he never thought he’d be lucky enough to have one, especially you.

“Found you” you jump slightly at the sound of his husky voice. He’s lifting your feet and sliding beside you before you can react. He doesn’t make any notion that the window is cold against his back as he finally looks at you.

“I wasn’t hiding” you finally say, a bit nervous in his presence which you hated.

“Felt like it” the sad way he drops his gaze from you makes your heart clench. You hadn’t meant to hurt him but he had unintentionally been hurting you.

“I know” you whisper and Charlie looks up to see the sad expression you wear, one that matched his own.

“Can you tell me why?” he asks and you notice how small he seems here. He isn’t loud and proud Charlie, he’s your boyfriend who’s afraid you’re going to say something that hurts him and even worse you know what you have to say is going too.

“I don’t know why you’re with me Charlie” you say, officially closing your book and giving him your full attention.

“What do you mean?” he asks and you bring your hands to your face, sighing into them before looking up again.

“I’m not like you Charlie. You’re good looking, popular, outgoing. I’m just not” you say, exasperated and tired of not only being insecure about everything else in your life but about this too.

“Yes you are!” and this has you chuckling dryly, so tired of being lied to.

“No Charlie, I know it, you know it, and the rest of these imbeciles do too” you say, arms crossing over you chest and Charlie sighs as he presses a hand to his forehead.

“You are to me” he says calmly and you feel your heart rate accelerate at the confession. Charlie dares a glance at you to see your face flooded with sadness and confusion. He had never meant to make you feel small. “You’re the only girl for me. Maybe you’re not all that outgoing but that’s okay. I need someone who is going to bring me down to earth. I wanted to kiss my girlfriend today before she left after lunch and instead I watched her run away from me. I don’t try to make you feel worthless, I’m just so used to being loud and bold to hide the fact that I’m terrified my life won’t turn out the way I want it to. The only thing I’m sure of is you”

“Is that true?” you ask and Charlie chuckles even though none of this conversation is meant to be funny.

“It’s the most true thing I’ve said all week” he tells you and finally you take a good look at your doe eyed boyfriend. His floppy brown hair hangs in his eyes and the crooked smile on his face is still only ever directed at you. He loves you the way you love him, for all the things neither of you are. So you scoot forward and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry I assumed the worst of you” you tell him and he gives you a tight lipped smile that you happily lean forward and kiss.

“I’m sorry I expected too much of you” Charlie apologizes in return and you smile before locking your lips with his own again. Pulling yourself closer to him your book slides from your lap and lands with a loud thud that has you both giggling quietly in the back corner of the library. Charlie doesn’t care about the attention it might’ve brought and kisses you good and hard again.

The best thing about Charlie is no matter how insecure you are, at least he will always be there for you. You balanced each other out and balance was the most important key to life. Balance love, balance work and art, and you shall be free.

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[writersmacchiato]

Charlie Dalton? Got into a real dps mood after watching the movie lol

part time lover, full time friend (anyone else but you by the moldy peaches)

. . .

charlie dalton.

you had known him for years. there wasn't a part of you; for better or worse, that he hadn't seen. and you had seen him, for him, those moments that were so fleeting because he kept his true self so hidden from others, from you.

it was only natural that you developed feelings that veered toward the more romantic sort. of course, you were content to only be part of his life as a friend. it was easier that way.

and it was only natural that charlie ruined the content delusional world you lived in when he kissed you at a party.

full of liquor, feeling like you might be sick any minute, that all vanished when charlie placed that gentle kiss to your lips. full and sure of himself.

his thumb swiping over your cheek in a tender moment that twisted your heart painfully because...

because it was one thing to dream and fantasize about what it would be like to have this moment with charlie. to love him. to have him. but now that you had a small taste, it made the longing harder to bear.

especially when it happened again. and again. and again. until you came to expect it at least once when you attended a party with him.

it was only a matter of when, not if, your heart would give out - unable to take any more of this torture.

. .

charlie was a coward.

he knew it with every sweet kiss he bestowed upon you, it would be easier if they were passionate, lust-filled. an easy excuse. but it was never like that with you.

you were safe, you were comfort, you were home.

so of course he fell in love with you. he just couldn't tell you that because it was selfish, you deserved better than him.

he couldn't help, though, the careful way he touched you after a kiss. wanting the moment to linger, waiting for his heart to steady, hoping you would say something this time.

instead he pulls away, and instead of taking the risk, acts like the friend he's been for years until he can't resist his heart's pull to you.

. .

you're waiting for the train, shivering from the wind that is blowing through the open station. charlie leans against you, arm offering warmth, and maybe something else. you don't know anymore.

the train is late, the attendant had said so, but you didn't mind much.

conversation had been flowing for a while but dropped off into silence. and you didn't mind that either.

it was exhausting talking to charlie like there wasn't a giant elephant in every moment with him, screaming 'i love you i love you i love you'.

the train whistles and you look down the tracks to watch it approach, but you sigh when it's the wrong one. more waiting. passengers get on and off.

it leaves the station and there is a sudden darkness that takes over the area. you can see a few splatters of stars in the sky.

you turn to charlie, he's been too quiet, but when you turn he kisses you softly. a barely there peck.

completely sober, not an ounce of inebriation, looking at you with a look that sets your heart racing.

"can you forgive me for being a fool?"

you kiss him somehow, it's clumsy, you're smiling too much. and you almost knock charlie off balance, but he remains firm. returning the kiss with force.

"i think i can."

full time friend made into a full time lover.

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[ohmyenjolrass]

take a chance on me | charlie dalton x fem!reader

summary: charlie dalton is obsessed with you and man up to ask you out on a date. you are secretly in love with him, but you can tell his intentions almost immediately.

pairings: charlie dalton x fem!reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none, but welton is a boys and girls school.

n/a: i was really looking forward to write something with charlie, and i am so excited for this one. i really hope you enjoy it. feel free to request anything! as always, english is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes, sorry in advance x

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"i'm gonna ask her out", charlie repeated for the thousandth time, staring at you from the other side of the common room.

"yeah, right.", knox teased him. "you always say the same thing but you never really do it."

"and also, what if y/n doesn't like you back?", wondered neil.

but charlie's ego was too big to break like that. and also, he had noticed how your eyes fixated on him when he wasn't looking, so, at least, you were interested in him.

"you can mock me all that you want, but i am going to do it.", charlie said, as he stood up. the rest of his friends stared at him in disbelief, with their mouths open.

you saw him approaching your group of friends and returned your sight to your latin homework, playing dumb. you knew your friends couldn't tell, but your heart rate was alarmingly fast as charlie was closer.

"hey, girls", he greeted you and your friends. "do you mind if i steal y/n from you one sec?"

you knew charlie wasn't asking for permission, he hardly ever did, so you stood up, closing your notebook. "what is it, charlie?"

"just a thing i wanted to ask you. come with me?"

you followed him to the corridor, which was empty, and waited for him to start talking. you and charlie weren't exactly friends, but you liked him. he was funny, and smart, and didn't have any problems to cause some trouble in school. he was also devastatingly charming, and every single girl in school would agree on that.

"so...", he started. "how was your day?"

"did you actually dragged me out of the common room to ask me about my day?", you laughed.

charlie fidgeted with the collar of his school shirt. "actually i wanted to ask you something."

"ask away, i'm not gonna bite you.", you said, jokingly.

"i was wondering if you had any plans this friday evening.", charlie said, and you flustered to your ears. your cheeks were so warm you even wondered if it was possible to be that red.

don't be an idiot, y/n. come on, woman up, you thought.

"um, no. i don't think so. why?"

"would you like to go out? like, with me?", he asked, and you could tell that he was blushing too. it was a rare sight to see charlie dalton blushing, but it was a very cute one.

"sure, yeah.", you replied, your hands trembling. you couldn't believe that. "anything planned?"

"i thought we could go to the cinema? if you're up to it."

"yeah. i love the movies.", a weird silence formed between the two of you, both too happy to say anything. then, you cleared your throat. "so, friday, 6pm?"

"perfect. i'll pick you up on your dorm."

you nodded, going back into the common room. a few moments later, charlie entered too, sitting with his friends. you could see his face between todd's and meeks' shoulders. he noticed you staring and winked at you. you lowered your head back to your homework.

and friday couldn't come fast enough.

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[charliedaltongirlfriend]

Spending the summer with Charlie!

Pairings: Charlie Dalton x fem reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: Headcanons of you and Charlie spending the summer together…

Also credits to the girl i saw this from i cant find her username

…

• So it’s summer!! You and Charlie have been planning to spend the summer together ALL YEAR.

•When you got to his house he was already waiting for you outside. And let me tell you, he was touchy. He was holding your hand to led you to his room or putting his arm around your shoulder or waist.

•Charlie had the idea of moving your bed to his room so you both could talk and gossip all night, but in reality, he just wanted to be with you 24/7.

•You two new how to have a good time. Going out all day, and partying all night.

•Or doing something fun like trying to cook and not burn the kitchen or prank Cameron on the phone.

•He offers to teach you how to play the saxophone but it ends up to be catastrophic, cause lets be honest, charlies doesn’t have the patience to teach anyone.

•You get mad at each other. For like 5 minutes tho. Then you are all the best of friends again.

•At this point it’s like a sister-brother relationship.

•In fact you even fight for food. But its all friendly, you guys act tough then hug each other for like an hour and a half.

•It’s inevitable that he takes you on a date by the lake and plays some music in his saxophone for you.

•He starts being more flirty and teasing with you mire than he usually is. And you end up kissing each other at the end. But you both are cool about it the next morning.

•You run out of clothes so you end up using his and he looks so proud, he loves it!

•You also do makeup sessions on each other and then get all dressed up and call the dead poets to show them your outfits and looks.

#charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton #charlie dalton headcanon #charlie dalton imagine #the dead poets society #dead poets fandom #todd anderson #neil perry #i love chalie dalton #charliesdaltongirlfriend

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

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(Not my gif)(Somewhat requested by two anonymous')

D-Fighting and somewhat making up with a shit ton of angst. Apologies in advance. Also, this isn't as edited as most of my other work so sorry for that lol.

True love is supposed to transcend every other thing within a persons life. Regardless of how much a person may grow, their feelings for their loved ones should never wither away: it should remain in place, fluctuating but strong, always lingering even when times get tough or circumstances change. Charlie Dalton had been the love of your life for years, a permanent fixture of your adolescent years, and no matter how many phases you'd been through or how many interests had run their course, your feelings for him had never died, they'd merely grown alongside you.

The problem was, it wasn't you who was changing this time, it was Charlie: and the more he changed, the more he seemed to drift away; the distance between you growing greater and greater the less he seemed to resemble the boy you'd come to know. Had he shown you that he loved you just as fiercely as the day you got together, the changes wouldn't have mattered. Hell, they barely even mattered now, you still wanted him; still loved him, it just seemed like he didn't love you. You were willing to accept a decline, a little wedge between the two of you, but this wedge seemed more like a canyon that kept you apart, one that only you were still trying to traverse.

You were doing everything in your power to hold onto him and not let go, fearing that if you did, he wouldn't bother stopping to pick you back up. That he'd leave you in the dust, that he'd go off and find someone new, someone who he'd grow to love just as much as he'd once loved you; just as much as you still loved him.

Therein lied the issue. You'd held onto him too tight, tried too hard, pushed too much. In trying to keep up with him and stay within his life, you'd wound up suffocating him when all he'd thought he'd wanted was space. He wasn't even sure what he'd wanted, he just knew that he was experiencing things he'd never thought of experiencing before, living his life like he was suddenly reborn, going out into the world and keeping himself busy, too busy to be held down by someone who couldn't understand, someone who didn't feel the same things he was feeling in that pivotal, life changing point in time.

The argument had been quick; a fact that you weren't sure made things better or worse. You fought over him cancelling too many dates, over him barely paying attention to you even when you did hang out, about how nowadays, it only ever seemed to be you who was trying to make an effort and keep the two of you as close as you once were. He'd told you that that was too close; and the comment had made you sick. He'd called you clingy and told you that he had other things on his mind than making time just to be with you, that his world didn't revolve around you any more and that that was the reason you were so upset.

And maybe part of that was true. Maybe you did hate that his world didn't revolve around you but that was only because yours had still revolved around him. That no matter how many friends you had, or how much school work, or how much money you'd intended on making at your part time job, you'd always made time for him. You'd done it because he was what mattered most to you, and that was the revelation that made you feel the worst. That he was the most important thing in your life and that these feelings of yours were nothing but unwanted and seemingly pathetic. That was what made you walk out the door.

A part of Charlie hadn't even realized what he'd said, and maybe that was why your sudden silence had came as such a shock. Why, when he sighed and turned around to try and reason with you, the sight of you just ...gone was so jarring. You'd simply walked out of the room without a word and he'd immediately wondered if he'd gone too far, if, in his own mix of confusing emotions, he'd said something he didn't realize the depths of.

No, that couldn't be it. He was changing, you both were changing, and you both were growing and getting busier. You should be more understanding, that was it. This was on you, he'd reasoned, and you were just being dramatic, dramatic enough that he shouldn't entertain the idea of following you out the door; even if he had a uneasy feeling in his stomach that was urging him to do so. He didn't have time to fight, he'd give you space and you'd talk later, the same way you always did when you had a little spat: you'd come to see things his way, you always did....

Except you didn't. Ring. He was calm when he'd called you after classes, expectant and ready to smooth things over with the same ease he always did. Ring. Waiting. He wasn't concerned, sometimes it took you a minute to reach the phone, move across the room or shove things off your lap, etc. Ring. Now he was a little confused, a bubbling feeling of anxiety rising in his chest against his will. You rarely ever took very long to get to the phone, especially at this time of day when you were usually just getting home from your own school. Ring. Were you still mad at him? Ignoring him? It wasn't like you to not want to work thing out as soon as possible or at least give him the time of day; even if it was just to tell him you didn't want to talk. Ring.

He knew you were home and perhaps that was what made the distance feel so much larger in that moment. You were miles apart at any given moment and yet it had never felt as far away as it did right now. Perhaps it was because at a certain point in your relationship, he'd forgotten that you'd lived a life outside of his own. That you were not just a fixture in his life that was always just a single phone call away like you had been for so long. You'd made it so easy to forget and that's part of what makes him feel so terrible. It was your actions that made the distance so bearable, it was your willingness to always be there for him, and while he dialed the phone for a second and then a third time, he stood to wonder if you'd actually, finally, given up. And because of that, he was scared.

He was scared because he couldn't remember the last time he did something that would warrant him being called your boyfriend. You'd hardly seen each other in the past few months, hardly even kissed or had an exceptionally fun time on one of your dates.

You'd planned the last few hangouts, made the journey out to the town Welton was in because you knew that there was only so much he could do in one night. You'd held his hand first, made the conversations; ones he could barely remember due to how little he'd paid attention, expressed how much you'd missed him. You'd brought the blanket, the snacks, the gift for him; a book that was still sat unopened on his desk. He opened it now and it was perfect for him: a collection of jazz poetry, the exact thing he'd told you about getting into the last time the two of you were together and he'd wondered then and there how often you listened more than he did.

He wondered how long there'd been this divide between the two of you, how long things had been this bad, how long he'd been this bad. He'd never intended for it to happen; no one ever does, he'd always envisioned you by his side, beside every version of himself regardless of what it looked like, and yet, he'd chased you away in order to find himself.

Now, all he found was how much he missed you, how much of himself was cradled in your hands, your heart; lovingly crafted in your image and the image he'd wanted to become for you. You'd held him tightly yet carefully in gentle hands for so very long and now it feels as though you've dropped him, sending his body crashing to the floor and leaving him shattered in sharp, broken fragments, fragments that belonged to a once whole and foolish person.

The days go by and you continue to ignore his calls. Your mother takes some of them for you and he has half a mind to call you childish but he knows that he fits the bill better than anyone else. He cast you aside like a child who gets a new toy and forgets about his old ones, the ones who once meant the world to him. And the toys still do, they never lose their value, it's just that they have to be taken away for the child to remember them again, to remember how much they meant to them and to show them that things are not permanent, that they won't always be sitting on their bed, waiting for them to come back and pick them up when they please.

He calls your best friend in a last ditch effort to reach you before he loses the last of his resolve and just plain travels to your town to confront you in person. You're there beside her when he calls and your friend scoffs when he confirms who he is. He hears her tell you that it's him and he doesn't catch what you say but he hears your friend let out a giddy noise before saying that you don't want to talk with him. He's certain that you told her everything when she seems to pointedly adlib the words "she wants some space." before telling him to stop calling and leave you alone, hanging up before he can even begin to respond. He supposes he deserves that.

What he doesn't deserve, what he'll never deserve, is to lose his best friend; especially while they're still so young. You were close enough with Neil to warrant your attendance at his funeral, and it's there that he sees you in person for the first time in weeks. He hates to admit that the first thing he thinks of when he sees you is how you're still just as beautiful as he last remembered, even as you're dressed in black and obviously distraught, eyes rimmed in red the same way his are.

Your eyes meet only once: they catch for a minute, locked together with dark swirling emotion, and it takes everything in him not to crumble; everything inside him shattering in noisy collisions as he does his best to stay silent and strong. He feels sick, genuinely sick, and he's not sure which grief is which as he stands there motionless yet trembling, half expecting to pass out or puke; whichever comes first.

He watches you hug your acquaintances, exchanging mournful phrases and prayers and condolences and he watches with baited breath as you near the boys. He hears you and the boy both apologizing, you for their loss, them for the fact that this how you'll see Neil for the final time; without the cushion of recent happy memories.

You reach him in a matter of minutes, the wait both too long and too short, and though you stand closely in front of him, there's still an unbearable distance between the two of you. He feels the tension, the hesitance, as though you don't remember how to be near him and the thought of that breaks his heart for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

You're at a loss for words the same way he is, even when he wants to scream apology after apology at the top of his lungs. You're unsure what to do and there's only one thing his mind can manage to conjure up, roaring at him to act out the same way it's been roaring at him to see you for the past few weeks. He closes the distance and latches onto you, pulling you into him with a muffled sob, the tension in his body easing just barely as your arms wind around him, tightening enough to nearly steal his breath away.

Its a hug that suffocates him, and he happily lets you. He'll be the next to join the dead out of all the society member if it means you'll never let him go again.

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[lilahisntsadanymore]

Neil has a crush on a girl he's in the play with, but unfortunately she has a crush on his best friend. One night in the cave changes it all.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairings: Charlie Dalton x reader, Neil Perry x reader

Words count: 2.6k

Warnings: not proofread, Charlie acted mean

Gif not mine

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He'll be alright

"Who's that girl Dalton has been sneaking out with recently?" Richard asked, looking out of the window.

The boys were gathered in his and Charlie's room, doing homework. Well, they were supposed to be doing homework, but the books were abandoned after a few minutes when the boys started discussing the topic of Charlie Dalton. For the past few days he was seen walking away into the forest with a mysterious girl.

Charlie was just coming back from wherever he went with Y/n. Through the window, his friends could see him getting a quick peck on the cheek from Y/n, then the girl walked in the direction she came from and Charlie walked into the school's building.

What the boys couldn't see was Charlie stopping at the doors and turning around to catch a glimpse of Y/n walking away. The girl turned around as well and sent Charlie a smile. He weaved at her, but the girl didn't weave back, not wanting to catch unnecessary attention.

They weren't that noticable, actually they were pretty sneaky, but because of Richard's nosy personality, the little group of aspiring dead poets knew about them. Most of them would always say "don't act like it wasn't expected" or "it's not our business anyway" everytime Richard repeats the question, but eventually Neil spoke up about it.

"It's Y/n, she goes to Henley Hall," he sighed.

Neil wasn't very pleased about Charlie having interest in Y/n. Before Charlie met the girl, Neil thought of asking her out himself. The boys have been friends since childhood, which meant they were like brothers and as 'brothers' they had similar taste in women.

"Henley Hall?" A loud scoff escaped Cameron's mouth. "How did Dalton meet a girl from Henley Hall?"

"She plays Helena in Midsummer Night's Dream. Once Charlie came to watch our rehearsal and afterwards he introduced himself to her." Neil explained, not mentioning the fact that Charlie interrupted Neil's attempt to ask Y/n on a date.

"And now she willingly hangs out with him? How does Henley Hall allow that?"

"Henley Hall doesn't know about it," Charlie explained as he walked inside the room, "it's not their business anyway."

He walked into the room suddenly, in a quick pace. It was really fortunate that nobody stood by the door, because it would really hurt to get accidentally hit with it. Todd looked the most surprised and quite nervous, almost guilty for being there, although he didn't even care about Charlie's affair. He genuinely just came there to do homework and hoped that now that Charlie's back, everyone will get back to homework.

"Is she your girlfriend yet?" Knox asked, chuckling. The other boys' laughter sounded through the room like an echo.

Neil laughed along, pretending to not be bothered by Charlie liking the girl he liked as well. He told himself to pretend, as if it was just another role. Neil was a natural actor, so he could act the role of a guy who totally doesn't like the girl his best friend likes.

Charlie sat down on his bed and with a playful smile answered the question, "it's not that serious."

"What do you mean?" Neil's voice sounded almost offended. "What don't you like about Y/n?"

"It's just...we don't get to talk to many girls, do we? I mean, I wanna see different options, you know?"

Meeks, who was sitting next to Charlie, decided to chime in. "Well, dating doesn't necessarily mean you'll have to marry her."

"She's a girl, you know how girls are. Or maybe rather you don't, but I know that they take relationships very seriously."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"As I've just said, I wanna try out different options," with laughter, Charlie lightly nudged Meeks' side.

It felt ticklish, so Meeks tried to nudge Charlie away, which quickly turned into a bit of pushing and shoving each other. Others began to laugh, nobody seemed to care about homework anymore, not even Todd.

Besides one person.

"Let me remind you, we gathered here to do homework." Cameron reminded everyone.

"Let me remind you," Pitts mimicked him, "it was you who got invested in Charlie's love life."

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Even though Charlie kept insisting that whatever was between him and Y/n wasn't serious, the rest of dead poets wanted to meet her. And besides being his love interest, she also was Neil's friend, wasn't she?

So on the next day Pitts and Meeks convinced Charlie to tell Y/n about the Society. He phoned her, she seemed to be interested in becoming a part of it. On the next meeting the Dead Poets Society welcomed a new member - Y/n Y/l/n.

The girl enjoyed her first meeting, she loved the atmosphere of the cave, she loved the feeling growing inside of her when she listened to other members reading poetry. It felt so amazing, even magical.

Y/n felt as if she knew the boys for her whole life, she belonged among them and vice versa. The boys took a liking to Y/n quickly, she was like a missing puzzle in the Society.

"You're like an honorary member of the Dead Poets Society," Neil initiated a conversation with Y/n when the poets were exiting the cave, "the first girl in the Society's history. And you're not even a Welton student."

If it wasn't so dark, Neil would see a warm smile that formed on Y/n's face.

"I will want to attend the next meetings in the future. It's amazing that there are people who care about poetry and art. That moist cave really feels like home."

Both Y/n and Neil chuckled quietly. It was late autumn, but neither of them felt cold. Besides their jackets keeping them warm, there was a warm feeling the both of them felt coming from the inside.

"Whose idea was it?" Y/n continued. "You do seem like a person who could come up with it."

"Actually, the Dead Poets Society was founded by our current English teacher, back when he was a Welton student himself. But it was my idea to renew the Society."

Suddently Y/n flinched, scared by Charlie's arm unexpectedly appearing around her shoulders.

Luckily thanks to the darkness, nobody could see how quick the smile vanished from Neil's face.

"How did you like it?" The boy asked. "What did you think of my poem? I wrote it just for you."

"I figured, it was lovely. I'll bring my own piece for the next meeting too. I'm so glad you told me about the Society!"

"Do you need help with sneaking back into Henley Hall?"

"No, actually I bribed the security. There will be no problem."

"Aren't you scared? It's dark and you've got a long way to go. Maybe I could walk you back?"

"Thank you, Charlie, but I'll be okay, I have a bike. Left it just by the entrance to the forest, in some bushes."

Y/n was really pleased with the first Dead Poets Society meeting she attended. She wrote lots of poems for the next meetings, but also enjoyed reading out loud her favorite poems by famous writers.

Being the only girl in the Society wasn't a problem to Y/n and the boys weren't bothered by it either. They were actually happy about that and always made sure Y/n doesn't feel unwanted or misfitted.

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Everything was going well, only one day a problem occurred. The meeting of the Society had to start earlier than usually, because later on Y/n and Neil had a rehearsal.

It wasn't even dark outside yet. The sky way grey, but the sky wasn't even visible from inside the cave. The cave needed a fire, because there was no way for light to get inside, not even through the hole people went in.

"Ugh, I wish the fire was bigger," Y/n complained, rubbing her hands above the flame. It was a cold day.

"There wasn't anymore wood." Pitts explained. He moved some branches around, hoping for the fire to grow.

"What do you mean? We're in a forest. We're surrounded by wood."

"It rained yesterday, there was barely any dry wood."

"Can we start already?" Cameron was the next person to complain. "It's really cold here."

"We can't," Neil said, "we're waiting for Charlie."

If Charlie was there, he would have told Richard that no one asked him to come. But where was Charlie? Nobody knew.

"As we're waiting, I'll go and try to find some dry wood," Y/n stood up and walked out of the cave.

Everything on the ground seemed to be soaked by the recent rain. Y/n decided to steal a few branches from the trees, because they seemed to be a bit dried off.

Just as Y/n was about to go back to the cave, she noticed Charlie. To her surprise, he wasn't alone. It wasn't a good kind of surprise. He walked with two girls at his sides, having his arms around their shoulders.

"Hey, Y/n!" Charlie exclaimed. "Girls, this is Y/n, she was the first girl in our Society."

"Hi." Y/n murmured. She was certainly not happy with Charlie bringing here two other girls.

They didn't answer, they didn't even say anything. Each one of them eyed Y/n, which didn't feel nice. It made Y/n feel uncomfortable. She knew it's not gonna be a nice spent time.

The three girls and Charlie entered the cave. The new girls sat next to him, each one at his each side. Y/n frowned. She used to sit next to Charlie ever since she joined the Society.

Y/n didn't want to let others know she's upset, even if the boys seemed equally surprised. She tried to keep her voice as steady as possible and as harmonic as usual.

"I got some branches, should make the fire a bit bigger," she announced, throwing the branches into the flame.

Y/n gave a look to Neil, sitting next to him. He understood her without words, he wasn't happy with Charlie bringing two more girls as well. And he decided to speak up about it.

"Who's that?"

"That's Gloria," Charlie gestured to the blonde girl, "and that's..." he gestured to the brunette, but struggled to remember her name.

"Tina." The girl introduced herself.

"Yes, that's Tina."

There was some small conversation between the poets and the new girls, but Y/n didn't even pay attention to the words. She kept eyeing them and Charlie, not understanding what happened. Charlie was acting as if Y/n done something to him, as if he lost interest in her.

During the whole meeting Y/n wasn't herself and all the boys besides Charlie seemed to notice that. She felt like crying when he read a romantic poem and said he wrote it for Gloria. Then Charlie read another poem, not as romantic, but clearly targeted at a girl, and announced it was for Tina.

What hurt Y/n the most was the fact that she really thought things between her and Charlie are fine. She didn't love him, of course, but she felt attached, she liked him romantically and thought he feels the same about her. Why did he suddenly start ditching her? What did these girls have that Y/n didn't? What was wrong with her?

Y/n had enough, she couldn't stand another minute in that cave with these girls. She looked at her watch and pretended to be surprised at how fast the time had gone, although this meeting felt like an eternity.

"It's so late!" She exclaimed theatrically. "I don't wanna be late to the rehearsal, I'd better go."

The boys' eyes followed Y/n as she almost ran out of the cave. Nobody even managed to say anything.

Neil decided to follow Y/n. Before walking outside, he told others he's also going to the rehearsal, which wasn't really a lie as everyone knew. It was all just awkward.

"Y/n, wait! Wait for me, I wanna talk!" Neil called out.

Y/n was running, Neil's voice made her stop in her tracks. She didn't turn around, but the boy knew she was crying, because he noticed the unusual way her shoulders were quickly raising up and coming down.

Neil jogged up to Y/n and stood next to her. He could see the side of her face as she was looking forward. The girl definitely was crying.

Suddenly, Y/n turned her head to the side in the order to look at Neil. Tears were slowly rolling down her cheeks, the whites in her eyes now had a pink shade.

"Why did he do that?" A question left her mouth, her mouth that were a bit wet from those tears that instead of falling on the ground, found a way into the girl's mouth. "Am I not enough?"

She felt truly bad about herself. She was afraid those girls might be more interesting, prettier, funnier, just better than her. There must have been a factor that made Charlie choose them over her. It hurt so much to be just an option.

"You're more than enough, Y/n." Neil assured. "You're the sweetest girl I've ever met and if I were Charlie-"

He didn't manage to finish the sentence, when Y/n snapped at him aggressively.

"But you're not Charlie." Y/n paused. When she noticed how aggressively she's talking to Neil without a reason, she changed the tone of her voice. "You're Neil, you're kind and charming and you care about everyone and you're not as reckless as Charlie."

"See, I think you answered your own question right here. Why did he do that? Simply because he's reckless. That's Charlie."

"So there's nothing wrong with me?"

When Y/n looked Neil deeply in his eyes, she wasn't crying anymore. There were still signs of crying, but the tears had dried, the girl was calm.

"Nothing at all," Neil smiled lightly at her, "you're perfect the way you are."

That comment made Y/n blush and as a way of trying to hide it, the girl looked down at her shoes. Neil chuckled at that action and put his hand lightly on Y/n's jawline to make her look back at him.

"I've liked you ever since I met you," he confessed, "I was planning on asking you out before Charlie interrupted us, the day you met him."

Y/n was speechless because of Neil's confession. He was standing really close, there was barely any space between them. Instead of talking, Y/n let Neil kiss her. Y/n's lips tasted a bit salty from the dried tears, but it didn't bother Neil.

It was neither a long nor short kiss, it was just perfectly timed. A calm, not hungry kiss, so different from kisses Y/n received from Charlie. Charlie always kissed as if the world was going to end, he did it rapidly and often rough, it felt as if he was in a rush. Neil on the other hand kissed as if he knew the world was ending, but he didn't care about it. The world could be ending, but he was calm, because he was with the person he adored. He was dominating, his lips were telling Y/n's lips what to do, but not in a rough way.

"What will Charlie say when he finds out?" Y/n asked when she and Neil parted from each other.

"Love, I think he'll be alright," Neil chuckled, "he's Charlie, he's always alright."

Not waiting for Y/n to say anything more, Neil pecked the girl's lips once again, but this time it was quick.

"Come on, let's go now," he grabbed her hand, "don't wanna be late to the rehearsal, do we?"

#Dead Poets Society #Dead Poets Society x reader #Neil Perry #Charlie Dalton #Neil Perry x reader #Charlie Dalton x Reader #Neil Perry one shot #Charlie Dalton one shot #Dead Poets Society one shot #Dead Poets Society imagine #dps fanfic #dps imagine #dps fandom #dps x reader #neil perry imagine #charlie dalton imagine

[mietlynn]

Fireworks - Charlie Dalton

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

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

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

Warning: none.

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x gn! reader

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

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

The reason?

Charlie Dalton.

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

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

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

"Dressing up for someone?"

"Never" Even though you were lying to yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What were you saying?"

"Nothing important"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why are you smiling?"

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

...

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

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

You pulled yourself out of your mental trip and answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you alright?" you asked.

"I just, can I try something?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just smiled like a fool in love.

"Maybe it is, Dalton."

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

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

Hope you like it! <3

#charlie dalton #richard cameron #knox overstreet #todd anderson #steven meeks #stephen meeks #charlie dalton x reader #neil perry #dead poets fanfic #charlie dalton one shot #charlie dalton imagine #charlie dalton headcanons

[mindful-of-ideas]

TW: suicide (not explicit/graphic but lots of talks about it)

A/N: We’ll just pretend like Neil didn’t actually die, it was a failed suicide attempt. I won’t go into details, so imagine whatever you want.

This was probably the worst Christmas ever. Not because your brother, Neil, was still in the hospital. Not because your parents were arguing all the time. Because you were alone. And being alone sucks. So yes, this was the worst Christmas.

After learning about Neil’s attempt. Your mom begged you to come back home early, while your dad couldn’t care less, as long as your grades didn’t suffer from it. You were generally appreciated by your teachers and managed to get out of school a week earlier. Anyway, you did agree with your mom, you had to come back home, not for them but for Neil.

He and you had always been close growing up. You weren’t the best at making friends and often you would just hang out with him. Never did he make you feel like you weren’t welcome. As you grew up, your bond only got stronger. You could talk about anything with him, share even your deepest and darkest thoughts, and he could do the same. Hence, you knew he wasn’t doing all too well. But you also knew that he had just met someone, someone marvellous, who could change his life. Maybe naively, you thought that this boy was enough to keep the darkness at bay, but you were wrong.

No matter how much your dad was blaming himself. No matter how much your mom was blaming herself. No matter how much Todd was blaming himself. No matter how much Neil’s friends were blaming themselves.

You were the one to blame.

“We are not having Christmas dinner tomorrow night!” you heard your dad scream from downstairs.

“Yes, we are! Neil is getting out tomorrow,” said your mom.

“Christmas dinner is on the 24th, after mass. That’s how it’s always been and how it will always be. That’s it!”

“Well, I’m not cooking anything!”

“Yes, you will be!”

This didn’t sound good at all. You wanted to get out of the house before something else happened. You tiptoe out of your room and quietly made your way downstairs. Your mom said something you couldn’t quite hear.

“Women!” said your dad in retaliation.

You froze. You didn’t want to, because you had to get out. But it was like this massive weight had suddenly dropped on your chest and you couldn’t do anything. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult. You tried your hardest to calm down, but you couldn’t focus your eyes on anything. Everything was blurry.

“Sweetie, are you going on your Christmas walk?” your mom suddenly asked.

That snapped you out of it.

“Y-yes… I won’t be too long.”

And quickly you put on your coat and boots and headed out.

Your Christmas walk was actually Neil and your Christmas walk. Usually, on Christmas Eve, you would go on a walk, just the two of you, catching up on the months you spent apart. You would walk for as long as you needed, sometimes not even talking, just enjoying each other’s presence and the quietness of the winter day.

And so you walked alone for a while, not really knowing where to go.

“Y/N!” someone called out.

You turned just in time to see Charlie almost fall head first in the snow trying to put on his coat and boots at the same time. Charlie while Neil’s best friend. Well, even more than that, he was his childhood best friend. You knew him too, of course, you were even close to him once upon a time. But high school and Welton got in the way, and you barely saw each other anymore.

“Y/N, wait up!”

“Hi, Charlie.”

“Hey,” he said, finally reaching you, “would you…”

He dropped down and started tying his boots.

“Yeah, I’ll wait.”

After a minute, he got up again.

“Hi,” he said, smiling.

“Hi.”

“How are things, is Neil back home?”

“Um… things are… okay… Neil is only coming back tomorrow though, I thought you knew.”

“No, I tried to call to ask, but your dad hung up on me.”

“That’s not fair!”

“It’s okay…”

“It’s absolutely not okay! You deserve to know! My dad’s a jerk anyway.”

“Why are you… did something happen?”

He sounded more worried than you would’ve thought. Charlie was, well, Charlie. You couldn’t go telling him how much you hated your dad and how much life at home had been hell since Neil’s attempt. So you didn’t say anything.

The both of you kept on walking for a while, aimlessly, in silence.

“So were you like waiting for me to walk down the street,” you finally asked, breaking the silence.

“No, well, Neil once told me about your Christmas walks and I thought maybe I could catch you, see how things were, but I wasn’t like camping out at the window or anything, that would be totally weird… I wasn’t being weird…”

“What did Neil tell you?” you asked, completely avoiding his awkwardness.

“Just that you would go on walks on Christmas Eve.”

You fell silent again. You walked down a couple more streets.

“How was school?” he asked.

“Okay, probably not as fun as your semester. Professor Keating, right?”

“Yeah, he was cool…”

Silence again. A few more streets.

“Having a nice Christmas,” you asked.

“As good as it can get with…”

Silence. More walking.

You weren’t really keeping track of where you were walking, and suddenly you were at the edge of a forest. When you were a kid, you used to go out there and play for hours, pretending to do magic and talking to forest spirits. That was until your dad learned about it and firmly made you understand you weren’t allowed there ever again. He was right, for once, because the forest had absolutely no path. Even on a sunny day, you could easily get lost and on days like this Christmas eve, you could easily die if you didn’t make it back out.

You weren’t thinking anymore, only walking.

“Y/N?” said Charlie, grabbing your wrist.

You wriggle free of his grip and kept walking.

“Y/N!” he said, grabbing your wrist again, this time pulling you to him.

You didn’t even react and almost crashed into him. You were so close, you had to look up to meet his eyes.

“Y/N, what was that? You were like a ghost! You could die of like hypothermia if you headed out there! That’s not like you to act like that!”

“Maybe it is…”

“You… Y/N…” he said softly, “I need you, you can’t… you can’t do that!”

He pulled you closer to him, one hand wrapping around your waist, the other pushing your head down on his shoulder. And you cried. And cried and cried and cried. You cried until there wasn’t any force left in you for you to cry even more. Then slowly you pulled away from him. You looked up, only to see that his eyes were red. He gently placed a hand and your cheek, wiping a single tear before it froze.

“I know I’m being selfish by saying that I need you, but it’s the truth. I won’t shy away from it. But you got to find your own reasons to stay, you can’t just do it for me. But I’ll help you if you want me to.”

You smiled at him. A genuine smile, that was probably the first since you heard about Neil.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Now come on,” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the forest, ”I hope you like turkey, cause my mom made way too much! And we’ll call your parents to invite them once we’re home.”

“Did your mom make her apple pie?”

“You bet she did, why?”

“We should save some for Neil.”

“Then we will!”

#dead poets society imagine #charlie dalton imagine #reader x charlie dalton #charlie imagine #reader x charlie #mindful-of-ideas #charlie dalton #charlie #gale hansen #neil perry #dead poets society #Benedict Queuecumberbatch #this is the first of the christmas post hopefully I queued it correctly #there will be more lighthearted imagines do not worry #(and another few darker ones) #dps #dps imagine #dead poets fandom #dead poets fanfic #christmas imagine #tw suicide

[oncasette]

# — 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑

# — 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋

ferris bueller, darry curtis, charlie dalton, jason dean, cameron frye, johnny lawrence, ronald miller, knox overstreet

CHARLIE DALTON

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sfw

JASON DEAN

drabbles

what you deserve (nsfw)

jd can feel you staring. at his boots.

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nsfw

watching the moon

CAMERON FRYE

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JOHNNY LAWRENCE

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#nav #dead poets society #dead poets society imagine #charlie dalton #charlie dalton imagine #charlie dalton x reader #80s #80s imagine #jason dean #jason dean x reader

[cheezy-whizz]

Charlie Dalton:

#dead poets society #dead poets #dps #dps boys #dps fandom #charlie dalton #i can just imagine Neil and Charlie having this conversation #neil perry #todd anderson #knox overstreet #steven meeks #richard cameron #gerard pitts #dead poets memes #dps memes #mr keating #john keating #nuwanda

[ash5monster01]

Getting Red

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: shared trauma, fluff, swearing

Summary: You and the Dead Poets attend your ten year reunion, surprised by some of the faces that show up, you all agree spending the night catching up in the old Indian cave is the best way to remember Welton and it’s glory days. In the midst of it you reconnect with an old crush.

word count: 3109

Masterlist

1971

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this” you spoke, fixing your hair in the visors mirror. Knox let out a chuckle beside you as he shook his head.

“You graduated from here too, whether you like it or not. Plus my wife couldn’t come and I didn’t want to go alone” Knox said pushing the visor up so you would stop fiddling with your hair.

“I only graduated from here because my parents forced me. I can assure you Nolan and the teachers weren’t fond of it” you said, the nerves swirling in your stomach. It felt like going to school here all over again, a piece of meat in a wolf den.

“Look I hated Welton too but I wouldn’t trade it for the world because I had you, the Dead Poets, Keating, and Chris. None of that would’ve happened without Welton” your heart softened towards the boy, understanding where he came from.

“You think they came?” you found yourself asking, hoping and praying that the boys had it in them to come back to this place because even though it held so many good memories it held bad ones too.

“Hard to say, but I hope they did” Knox, always the dreamer. Smiling over at your best friend since freshman year you sighed and pushed the door open.

“Fine, let’s get this over with” Knox smiled and hurried out the car himself. You brushed out any wrinkles on the skirt of your red dress as you waited for Knox to escort you into the building.

“You think Nolan will make an appearance?” Knox asked as you pushed through the doors, the action giving you an eerie feeling.

“Doubt it, I heard he retired a few years ago and he hated our class” Knox replied as you both made your way to where the reunion was being held. The minute you stepped foot in the room eyes turned towards you. The feeling in the air made it clear many people had been uncomfortable but your class was the one that dealt with tragedy. “I’m gonna go get us some drinks”

“Okay” you nodded as Knox helped you slip off the shawl and he moved to hang your coats and find some alcohol to ease the tension.

“Damn Y/N, you still look good as ever” looking up you rolled your eyes slightly and crossed your arms over your chest where his eyes were practically glued.

“Just cause you haven’t seen me in ten years Hopkins doesn’t mean anything has changed” you told him and he chuckled slightly.

“You’re right, but ten years later it was still worth a shot” he flashed a wink and you chuckled when suddenly he froze as he looked at something behind you.

“You okay?” you asked slowly turning around and suddenly your breath hitched. In all his glory, black suit, shaggy chestnut hair, and dopey smile stood Charlie Dalton who had been expelled before he could even graduate from the school.

“Of course Dalton would have the nerve to show up to something like this” Hopkins huffed from behind you but Charlie’s eyes locked on yours and he flashed a quick smirk as he strutted further into the room.

“Y/N my dear, you look surprised” he spoke once he was close and you tried to collect your thoughts quickly. It may have been ten years but you still wouldn’t let Charlie Dalton know he had any kind of effect on you at all.

“Well Charles, considering you didn’t graduate from this school I’m curious as to how you got an invite” you quipped back, knowing he hated being called Charles. Yet Charlie didn’t falter as looked back at you.

“Oh sweet innocent Y/N, you of all people should know Meeks still tells me everything” he gestured to a table where you had spotted the old red headed friend who had Pitts and Todd by his sides. They all offered you a small wave and you quickly waved and smiled back.

“Of course he does, only you could get kicked out of Welton and still have your henchman be so loyal” Knox now walked up behind you, a glass of wine in his hand for you when a smile grew across his face.

“Charlie!” he quickly handed you the drinks and he rushed to embrace the boy in a quick hug.

“Hey Knoxie, how’s Chris? Still hot?” Knox gave him a light shove but nonetheless the two boys laughed as they rejoiced.

“She’s great, the kids too. I see you and Y/N here already fell into your old ways” Knox could tell your annoyance immediately but the presence of Charlie just did that to people.

“Come on, let’s go see the others” Charlie moved to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you quickly knocked him away as Knox helped you with the drinks.

“Looks like I’m still losing out to Dalton” you heard Hopkins say once the boys started towards the table. Slowly you turned, knowing he was right because no guy in Welton ever did compare to Charlie.

“It was good to see you” you told him with a soft smile. He smiled back and you gave his arm a squeeze before you moved to the table where you belonged. You hadn’t spotted Cameron but that was more than likely a good thing considering what he had done to the group and Keating.

“Charlie Dalton, of course you’d show up to the reunion of a school you got kicked out of” Todd stood and shook the man’s hand, pulling him into a hug. He had really come out of his shell the last ten years but it really started after Neil had passed.

“I couldn’t help myself, to bad Nolan is an antique because I would’ve really enjoyed seeing his face when I came through those doors” Charlie told the group as you said your quiet hellos to Meeks and Pitts.

“And Y/N you look beautiful as ever” Todd said as you and the group all filled the seats around the table. Crazy how quickly you could fall into old habits.

“Thank you Todd, how’s your latest book coming along?” you asked. You had kept in touch over the years and Todd had been doing extremely well for himself. He had published two books and that was all thanks to Keating. Too bad he wasn’t here to tell him that.

“Slowly but that’s the process” he smiled and you nodded before taking a long sip from the drink Knox had gotten you.

“So, how bad is it?” Knox whispered to the boys who had been there a bit longer than them.

“Well all these assholes have graduated from ivy leagues and are richer than God. What a surprise, I know” Meeks spoke, sarcasm lacing his tongue to which the rest of the group snickered.

“They even set up this memorial for Neil. It’s ten years later and they still want us to blame anyone other than this school and his father” Pitts said and the group turned and sure enough at the end of one of the tables was a picture of Neil surrounded by stuff from his time here.

“Makes me sick” you spoke, your stomach clenching as you closed your eyes. It never hurt any less losing a friend like that.

“He would’ve loved to come to this. See everyone ten years later. He probably would’ve dragged all of our asses into going” Charlie said because he came here for the same reason everyone else did. If Neil had never died none of them would’ve cared to come back to this school but because he did coming back was as close as they could get to seeing him again.

“He would’ve been happy about it too” Todd said and the group all smiled sadly at each other. You often wondered if any of you would’ve stayed in touch if Neil had never passed because sometimes it felt like you all did for him.

“Hey, here’s to Neil and sucking all the marrow out of life” Charlie held his glass up and the rest of you followed suit as you clinked glasses and all took a drink. The conversation was obviously sad but you all had grown used to the feeling.

“As long as you don’t choke on the bone” you winked at the boy beside you and Charlie smiled, surprised you had remembered. Yet how could you forget when the stunt he pulled nearly got you kicked out of the school.

“Well I’ve had about enough of this reunion, how about you guys? Perhaps we can have a reunion of our own” Charlie rose his eyebrows and grins danced across each of the boys faces as they eagerly nodded.

“I’ll steal a bottle of champagne” Knox said and without any spoken agreement everyone moved to collect their coats and leave the stuffy room full of boys who have no idea what life could really feel like.

“This is so fun, I feel so free knowing we’re doing this and we don’t have to worry about getting caught” Knox said as you all made your way through the woods, the route to the old Indian cave still clear as day.

“This feels like the first time we came out here” Todd said as they started to pick up their pace. Before you knew it the boys were all fairly ahead of you, unable to keep up in your footwear.

“Need a lift?” Charlie appeared at your side as you unstuck your heel from the grass. Laughing lightly you looked at him.

“If you could?” you weren’t usually one to say yes to Charlie but at this rate you’d be left alone in the woods and that terrified you.

“Alright princess, hop on” he squatted down in front of you and you were surprised your first reaction wasn’t to be annoyed that he called you princess. It was actually quite nice hearing him say it for the first time in a decade. You swiftly hopped onto his back and his arms locked underneath your knees as he started walking towards the boys. “You didn’t yell at me for the pet name”

“Contrary to your belief Charlie but I missed you and even though I don’t really prefer you belittling me with pet names like princess it was still nice to hear” you spoke, your hot breath hitting his neck and he smiled.

“Wow, you admitted you missed me and it was followed by more nice words. I’m in shock” Charlie said and you laughed, your chest bumping into his back with each laugh.

“It’s been a while, I figure we can’t spend all of our time bickering even though that is our favorite past time” you said as you rested you chin on his shoulder, thankful he offered to carry you through the woods.

“How’s that fiancé of yours, what’s his name? Marion?” you rolled your eyes at Charlie’s bash towards the man’s name.

“Martin and I’m assuming fine considering we broke off the engagement” Charlie’s eyes widened at this, surprised you of all people were still on the market.

“Oh. I’m sorry” Charlie told you but you shook your head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, I broke it off. He wanted me to be a housewife and my degree from Harvard said otherwise” you told him and Charlie grinned at the fact you were still tough as nails, taking no shit from nobody as you navigated through life. Keating would be proud.

“Well, his loss” Charlie said as you approached the entrance of the cave. He slowly slipped you off his back, helping you to the ground before allowing you to enter first.

“There you are, we had to keep Todd from starting the meeting” Knox said as you both entered and you laughed as you climbed into the cave and took a seat, Charlie plopping next to you. Pitts finished starting the small fire and Todd stood up beside it.

“Go for it Todd” Charlie said and Todd smiled as he pulled the book from his coat.

“Keating left it in my dorm. I didn’t have the heart to ever get rid of it” he explained as he turned it over in his hands and opened the cover. “I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately-“

“To live deep and suck all the marrow out of life. To put to rout all that was not life and not when I came to die discover that I had not lived” the rest of you chimed in, the words never leaving your souls.

“Who wants to go first?” Todd asked and Charlie stood swiftly, Todd moving so he could take center stage. You took this time to look around the cave, your stomach tightening when you saw the God of the Cave still where Neil had left it, just worn down from the years.

“I actually came prepared” he said as he denied the book from Todd and pulled a piece of paper out of his suit jacket.

“Dark in the night, we felt free. Like taking flight, like birds in a tree. The moon our spotlight, the words so sweet. We loved with great might, and hurt so deep. Bonded in weather, our message forever, missing you together, the Dead Poets and me” a tear slipped from your eye and you quickly wiped it away as the boys applauded.

“Hey Charlie, that was great” Knox patted his back as he sat back down.

“I wanted to write a poem for tonight but no matter what I put down it ended up being about how I felt about this place” he said and the boys nodded, knowing what he had meant. Welton was never the same and they were changed forever.

“I’ll go next” Knox said and Todd handed him the book. Knox read and the rest of the boys followed, you all passing around the bottle of champagne. You stood as well, reading from the book, and trying to memorize the feeling of what it was like to read in the cave again. But once the meeting was over the rest of you still couldn’t find the heart to leave. If you could live in this moment forever you would.

“I’m gonna get some fresh air” Charlie perked up beside you and stepped out the cave. The boys watched as he moved out and you decided to follow after.

“Yes, fresh air indeed” you spoke sarcastically as you saw the now lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Needed a buzz doll, visiting the past can be a bit overwhelming” he spoke, the cigarette dancing across his lips, his hands shoved deeply in his pockets from the cold night air.

“Yeah, I get that” you said as you grabbed the cigarette from his lips, your fingers brushing softly against them as you pulled it away to take a long drag yourself. His breath hitched as you pulled it away, your red lipstick stained on the end, as you placed it back in his mouth.

“It’s a nice feeling, all of us together again. No Cameron is a perk too” he knocked you with his shoulder, never liking the boy long before he finked.

“Is it wrong I wish things were still like this?” you asked and Charlie chuckled. One thing you both had in common was you had romanticized this part of your life, and maybe now allowing anyone new into your life wouldn’t come close to feeling as good as this.

“No, at least I think so. I would do anything to get back those nights in the cave” you nodded along with him, holding your hand out, a sign to pass you the cigarette. He obeyed and passed it to you, both of you staring off into the darkness of the woods.

“Do you think we’re still single because people will never understand the things we’ve gone through?” you asked, because there wasn’t many woman your age that weren’t married yet and you were running out of single men.

“Yeah, but I have more reasons than that” Charlie spoke, taking the cigarette back to give it one final drag.

“Yeah, like what?” you asked as he stomped out the bud, the cigarette light no longer illuminating his face.

“Well for starters no girl I’ve met has ever come close to you” you gasped slightly at his admission, shocked to hear that all those years of bickering Charlie felt the same way about you that you did him.

“Why didn’t you ever reach out?” you nervously asked, trying to calm your breathing as he stepped closer.

“Well I didn’t think I deserved someone as amazing as you. After I got kicked out I felt like I deserved nothing” he said, you now both facing each other, chests only an inch apart.

“And now?” you whispered due to the close proximity and he smiled as he pushed some of your hair behind your ear.

“Now I know we all deserve to be happy. I also think it’s a sign both of us being single all these years later. So I want to give this a shot” Charlie spoke and you nervously swallowed, surprised grown Charlie had you as worked up as teenager Charlie would’ve.

“Okay” was all you could say and he grinned as he leaned down and pulled you mouth against his. His hands slid up into your hair and you didn’t care as you grabbed his hips, kissing back with everything you had in you.

“Shit, I’ve always wanted to do that” Charlie said, panting slightly as he pulled away, your red lipstick smeared across his face.

“Me too” you grinned before pulling him into another kiss. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck as he ran his down your back. The need to be against each other overtaking anything else.

“We should get back in before they get suspicious” Charlie pulled back and you smirked at his lipstick covered face and nodded, knowing he wasn’t aware you had made your mark. You nodded and allowed him to lead you back into the cave, snickers immediately coming from the others.

“Look at that, Nuwanda’s getting red bit worked” Todd spoke and the rest of the boys busted out laughing to which you sat back down, enjoying how embarrassed he was.

“You got a little something here buddy” Meeks told him and he pointed to his lips and Charlie tried to wipe away the lipstick but a lot of it stayed.

“Told you it drives girls crazy”

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[readbyred]

Hi :)

Heard you were accepting dps requests so what about a charlie fic

I feel like charlie is the type of person to flirt with everyone and ask anyone he finds attractive out except when it comes to the person he actually has feelings for so what about charlie x reader where reader has been waiting since before they graduated for him to ask her out and as soon as she decides to move on charlie gets all sad and jealous and confesses and yknow how it goes

Would love to see this in a fic ♡

Not a fic blog (maybe someday), but I can give you a headcanon (so, shorter and no dialogue) though… I did get a bit inspired, so its longer than my usual writing

I think as a teen he was the sort of person to try and prove he’s popular with people. It would feel bad to lump you in with that. Like, he actually liked you, so it's different. Not that he has no respect for people he flirts with, but he knows it isn't anything serious. He was just a teen guy trying to impress his friends and get the experience he was prevented from getting (with his strict school and all). Especially with his position in the friend group and all.

Still, he hoped to have something serious with you one day. One day when he gets the courage, when he feels like it will work out and he won't jeopardize the whole friend group because of his crush.

But that day didn't come when he was at Welton. Then he had other things to worry about, considering his departure from the school. It was a hard time for everybody. But no matter the odds the poets kept in touch, as much as they could. And that included you.

Only, as years passed you started losing hope. I mean, if he wanted to he would, right? It felt so helplessly pathetic to be waiting for Charlie when it seemed that he had never and will never return your feelings.

When you were younger, it felt like the end of the world. Like you were destined to be alone. Oh, how many nights you’ve spent with Knox, wallowing in self-pity after Chris left him. Just sitting there with your buddy, talking about how you should go to a monastery. Not out of a spiritual need, but because there would be no one ever to love you. Guess you were a bit dramatic back then. It took Pitts many tries to smack some sense into you but you matured eventually.

When college approached, you were ready to meet new people. Although you weren't in the same school together anymore, you made a promise with the poets to keep seeing each other regularly.

Meanwhile, you met Mark. A true romantic soul with quite a witty humour. And Jack who would always treat you so sweetly and had the same interests as you. And Adam who walked you to the dorms every day. And Matt who had so much passion for life. You opened yourself up to people. Started meeting up with others.

Suddenly, you’d bring up your dates every meeting. Not to rub it in, just to recall funny moments. Like when a rainstorm caught you and Jack in the middle of a walk and you raced to the dorms. Or how you and Adam got lost in the park at night because neither of you lived in that city before. Knox would encourage you to spill every detail.

Surprisingly, the more you talked about your love life, the less you heard Charlie talk about his. By winter break you haven't heard him talk about any girl in weeks. At first you didn't notice. Then you figured that maybe he just fell for someone who wasn't as easy to charm so he didn't have anything to brag about yet.

The thought of him being so head over hills for this unnamed person made something inside you feel empty. You knew the feeling well from high school and you detested yourself for still having those sorts of thoughts and feelings. But you decided to let it all fizzle out.

You had better things to think about too. There was a ball coming around. Some fancy tradition at your university. Before you knew it, you had quite a few invitations. The sweetest one was from Jack.

He told you to close your eyes and open your palm. Then, he handed you a handcrafted note asking if you'd like to go with him. Later that day you found another one in your pocket (so that's why he told you to close your eyes) telling you he’s grateful to have you in his life. It was perfect. And officially approved by Knox Overstreet!

When you recounted the story, the guys were pretty happy for you. Before anyone could get a word in, Charlie suddenly asked if you were planning to go with Jack. Sincerely, you affirmed. Why not? He was the sweetest guy and you certainly were done moping around. I mean, you knew that Charlie wasn't going to change his mind so you could as well see if you end up liking someone else.

To your surprise, Charlie wasn't as ecstatic as the rest of the poets. He was rather skeptical and even a bit snarky. Commenting on the guy and just being so… weird about it. It angered you to no end because softly rejecting you is one thing. But trying to get in the way of you moving on? That didn't sit right with you. But your drama queen days were over, so you didn't walk off or anything. Just huffed and looked for a way to change the topic.

At the same time Charlie was thinking. Before college it was easy to reassure himself that he had all the time he wanted to make you his. And all the time he wanted to decide if he would do that at all. Everything was easier back when you didn't talk about any guys. Ever. Now he felt like he had to do something. Damn the risk of ruining the friend group. Damn the fear of rejection. And damn Knox for encouraging this mess.

The last thing you expected was for Charlie to get up suddenly. The poets all looked at him confused. When he stood up, his eyes met yours and he asked you to talk with him outside. Honest to Gods, you had no idea what that was about. But he was being dramatic (more so than usual) and something about the determination in his eyes told you to follow your friend outside. It was snowing and only buildings around you somewhat shielded you from the cold wind.

Charlie didn't waste time choosing words. For the first time when talking to a girl, he was completely raw. Just as it hit him, he blurted out his confession. No overplayed charm. No smirks and winks and cheap tricks. Just him. Charlie Dalton telling you that he likes you. That he had liked you for some time. That you should just, please, think about it.

As the last word fell from his mouth, a heavy silence fell between you. Silence colder than the wind and the snow. But Charlie stood there, undeterred, waiting to see the answer in your eyes. Even at his most frantic, he was confident. He understood that he did what he did, what it meant, and that he grasped this last chance by a miracle. There was no turning back now.

Your response first came muffled, as if the falling snowflakes were absorbing your voice. But finally, you confessed. Not without telling him, how long he made you wait. And how stupid he was acting, if he really just ignored his feelings for this long.

Your talk was tender, full of relief. But, as it happens with Charlie, as soon as the talk of real feelings was out of the way, he dragged you back inside, to announce your happy ending.

You couldn't believe he wanted to brag to your friends at a moment like this. But you just stood there, watching him with a smile. Some things never changed. Charlie certainly didn't. And you wouldn't have it any other way

#fun fact none of those ppl are made up #I just described a few guys from school that I've been talking to #same with the note situation lol #what makes it funnier is that I am in fact going with Jack and he heavily relates to Knox #so while I gave you the watered down version you can imagine the pizazz this guy had when inviting me #that's why I had to add the Knox approved part #they are literalky the same person #dps x reader #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society x reader #x reader

[charliedaltonssaxaphone]

Dead poets as specific A-Level courses-

Neil- THEATRE AND PERFORMING ARTS! probably needed to convince Mr Perry to let him as long as he did Biology alongside it and sociology to defend the gvays. OR, he would go to the performing arts club or perform in the plays and beg his teachers not to tell his father. He stopped talking to his parents and applied to London's academy

Todd- ENGLISH LITERATURE (would hate english language, but that's just me projecting lmao) alongside textiles and would crotchet a final piece and maybe philosophy because im projecting again I JUST CAN'T STOP PROJECTING MYSELF ONTO HIM

Charlie- PHYSCIAL EDUCATION because he reminds me too much of the people in my sixth form who did physcial education, politics and criminology (but would go to smokers and hit his peach vape and sell them to everyone)

Pitts- He would do cooking and bring treats that he baked and shared it with everyone. Pitts would also english language because he got 1 grade 9 (or A*) in GCSE'S and art because he is intelligent but in a creative and artisitic way!

Knox- Knox would get an apprentenship at his local law firm and fall in love with every woman that comes in OR would work at a grocery store and have his Joe from YOU moment

Cameron- LAW, POLITICS AND SOCIOLOGY. He would try to defend right wing ideologies and be best friends with the teacher, probably stinks up the entire room! Yes, I would get annoyed with him and prove him wrong.

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[charliedaltongirlfriend]

Our Last Summer - Charlie Dalton

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: It’s Y/n’s last summer in Vermont before going to college. And it’s the last time she will see de poets & Charlie.

…

The end of summer was coming and the poets and y/n arranged to meet each other at the train station for a last goodbye.

…

Y/n was packing her suitcase, alone, in her room. She would not see her friends again. She thought everyone would forget the crazy adventures they had, the meetings, the laughters… She thought everyone would forget about her, that they would get on with their lives. That everyone would go to college, would get married, buy a house and find a good job. And those days would be just a memory.

But she was even more sad because apart from all of those things. She would never see Charlie again. She loved him since the first time she saw him, but she was too shy to tell him nothing. She treated him like a normal friend. She didn’t show any kind of affection towards him, but in the inside, she was dying to tell him, she was dying for him, she was dying for a kiss.

She couldn’t think about anything else right now, and she thought that she needed to tell him before disappearing from his live forever . She stopped packing, she grabbed her jacket and her bike, and she went to Charlie’s house.

She stopped at the hall, she knew his parents weren’t home and she remembered Charlie told her they hide a copy of the keys inside the mailbox. She grabbed it, and she stood still in front of the door before opening it. Thinking if she should do it.

“Fuck it!” She said to her self in a low tone of voice.

She entered the house and went straight upstairs to Charlie’s room, almost tripping. She opened the door, hardly breathing, exhausted. Charlie turned startled. Y/n looked at him in the eyes, with a tenderly look in her face.

“I LOVE YOU, I love you ever since I’ve known you Charlie. I love you and I’m so sorry for not telling you before. I just wanted you to know” said y/n, she turned around to leave, but Charlie grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a hug.

“I love you too y/n, but I was so scared to tell you. I thought you didn’t like me back” said Charlie grabbing her face by the chin now.

“We can’t do anything now right?” she asked almost crying.

“I don’t think so darling” said Charlie placing his head on hers and letting a tear roll down his face.

The two teenagers stood there for a moment in the middle of the room, hugging each other. They felt the touch of their skins rubbing against each other, his warm breathe on her neck, his strong grip around her waist, her hands caressing his hair, drying his tears with her thumb.

Charlie, bended down a little bit, and kissed her, he kissed her so softly and slowly. The world seemed to stop for both of them. They separated a little, their noses still touching each other. Their eyes so close.

“I love you, and i will always remember you” said Charlie still grabbing her face close to his.

“I’ll miss you a lot Charlie” she said holding the tears back.

“I will never forget you”

She started crying, he hug her tightly and they stood there, one against each other, hoping that moment would last forever.

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[gustingirl]

i need a dead poets society cast reunion more than i need oxygen to live

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[heliads]

YO YOU WRITE FOR DPS??? THAT IS SO AWESOME can i please ask for maybe headcanons of Charlie x male reader with Charlie realizing he has feelings for a guy for the first time?? 🙏🏻

anon it would bring me no greater joy to write for dps

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Charlie Dalton is not serious

It’s part of a persona he’s carefully built up over the years– no cracks, no slips, no missteps

He can float from day to day, never taking anything to heart, but he doesn’t realize how integral it is to his survival until one boy makes it all come crashing down

Charlie has known you for a long time, always counted you as one of the best among many good friends, but for the first time, he starts wondering if there’s more, if he wants there to be more

It’s stupid, really, he doesn’t even think you want more, but if you did– and he did too–

This is not a good place nor a good time for such musings

Studying at Welton may have brought Charlie his friends, and most importantly, you, but that does not mean it will be happy to see two boys want to be more than brothers, more than friends

So Charlie pushes the thoughts away, just like he always does, forces laughter when it doesn’t want to come and pretends that nothing is the matter

Except, Charlie knows things he shouldn’t, like how you look at him after crashing the night in Charlie’s dorm, or how it feels to stare up at you like he’s worshipping a saint when you’re reading poetry with the society in the caves

Charlie Dalton is good at not taking anything seriously, but this– this he wants with a strength more exhausting than anything he’s ever experienced in his life

The teachers at school, hell, maybe even his own parents, they might all say this is wrong, what Charlie is and what he feels is wrong, but hasn’t he always been in a speeding car straight to hell anyway? 

What’s one more rule to break?

The society is running wild through the darkened forest one night, spread out in an endless expanse of pitch black midnight and waving boughs and no one else is around except for him and you, and Charlie knows

He thinks Achilles and Patroclus, he thinks Alexander the Great and Hephaestion, and when he kisses you, it feels like the greatest, most glorious victory of all

Ancient Greece doesn’t know shit

It occurs to Charlie, two heartbeats after you break away, beaming at him, one heartbeat after you kiss him back, that he has won

And maybe, just maybe, he can be serious about you

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