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sinnergetreadymp3 · 3 years

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CHAMERON FIC CHAMERON FIC CHAMERON FIC

Uhhhhh I feel like I should give this a title but I have no idea what to call so uh, nevermind !!

Anyways,I finally finished the fic I said I was writing like,a month ago lol. All my Chameron stans out there this one's for u,I rlly hope at least one person enjoys this,I rlly enjoyed writing it !! Ok sappy stuff outta the way,here it is:

As rain pounded against the window Charlie sent what was probably the thousandth crumpled ball of paper across the room.

"Jesus Charlie,is your arm not getting tired?"

Charlie smirked at that, clearly preparing to make a dirty minded joke,but a thoroughly exhausted Richard Cameron was already one step ahead.

"You know what,forget I asked, you're gross."

Getting up from the seat at his desk and ignoring an indignant retort from Charlie, Cameron thought of the rest of his friends,out for the weekend. Todd and Neil celebrating their one year anniversary, Meeks and Pitts embarking on a two day road trip,for what they still claimed to be, entirely platonic reasons (although the rest of the poets were all too aware of the almost palpable romantic tension between them). Even Knox had found something to do with himself on this miserable Friday night.

And here Cameron was,stuck in his dorm with nothing but stacks of extra homework and his obnoxious roommate to keep him company.

Speaking of that obnoxious roommate, "Oh come on Cam,you're not seriously going to bed already,it's barely eight!"

"Shut up Dalton,I'm tired."

Refusing to admit defeat, Charlie sprung from his own bed into Cameron's, attempting to wrestle the poor boy from his comfortable position.

"Charlie,get off you psycho!" Cameron managed to get out, already laughter threatening to give away just how welcome his friend's childish antics were.

After a few more minutes of "fooling around" as Charlie insisted on calling it (mostly because of how profusely it made Cameron blush),the two boys lay breathless beside each other,trying desperately to think of something else to do that would ward off impending boredom.

After a few moments of comfortable silence,Charlie suggested,looking expectantly towards the ginger, "Wanna go to the cave?"

With extreme,mind numbing boredom as motivation, it was inevitable that Cameron would say yes. It certainly helped that Charlie was gazing at him with those oh-so convincing doe eyes of his. Charlie Dalton and his stupid,gorgeous eyes. And his stupid,gorgeous smile,which Cameron was abso definitely not thinking about as he got up and grabbed his coat.

The two boys trudged through the woods,bickering lightly when Cameron complained of the cold that Charlie apparently couldnt feel at all,but always with an unusually friendly air between them. Before long they were sat together in the middle of the cave,sharing an apple that Cameron had managed to salvage from somewhere (a feat Dalton was of course impressed by),and trading stories of girls and parties galore. In Cameron's case, the stories of girls were few and the parties were from years long before even middle school,so Charlie did most of the talking.

After a while though,the boys came to discussing their friends,and the luck they all seemed to have in finding each other so easily. Charlie, ever the romantic,made no waste of his extensive vocabulary,tediously lamenting on all the opportunities of love he had missed and the everlasting loneliness he was doomed to,all because his dashing knight in shining armour would never come to find him and-

"Why dont *you* just find somebody?"

Charlie,still sprawled dramatically over a rock ,and mildly offended at the interruption,indignantly questioned "What do you mean?"

"What I said? You dont just have to wait around for somebody to come find you and fall madly in love. Why don't *you* just find somebody?"

He thought for a moment,taken aback by the ginger's harsh words,but eventually decided to humout him for a moment.

"And where exactly do you suggest I find him then, hm?"

Cameron shifted in his seat,not expecting to be taken seriously and certainly not prepared to be giving advice. Especially not *this* kind of advice. Especially not to *charlie*.

"Well,uh," he looked up to see the other boy looking at him expectantly,with that ever-present smirk on his face that, oddly enough,made Cameron feel a little more comfortable.

"Maybe,you could,I don't know, consider that the guy you're looking for has been here the whole time?"

"Wow Cam,Pittsie and Meeks' radio must've really gotten to you. All those love songs have turned you into a big softie." Charlie joked,grinning and nudging Cameron playfully.

Through a soft laugh,Cameron continued, "No I'm serious man,I think you're making this whole love thing way harder for yourself. I mean- and be honest with me, what's actually wrong with the guys at our school?"

"Other than the fact that about three quarters of them are raging heterosexuals?"

Laughing again,Cameron replied "yeah,other than that."

After about zero seconds of careful consideration,he had come to a conclusion, "Well,I guess nothing,but I dont know? Cameron, I don't see how this changes-"

"It *changes* things because clearly you don't anything about half the guys at our school. And you can't write off people you don't even know." At some point, Cameron had gotten up and started pacing around,but with the end of this triumphant speech,he finally sat down,a little closer to the other boy than he had been before.

Charlie looked across at Cameron and was suddenly met with a wave of fondness. Weird,how all it took was to sit and talk for a while before someone you thought you near hated,started to feel like your favorite person in the world. And,was he going completely crazy or Cameron at his most comfortable, without the fear of a teacher lurking nearby,without the stress of constantly trying to prove himself,was he... A little..... attractive??

All at once,Charlie made a decision,partly to try and prove himself wrong,but also because hey,if Richard Cameron was the surprise love of his life,what better time to figure it out than right now?

"So how,sir Richard Cameron,do you propose I get to know all these charming suitors?"

Cameron, completely in the dark about Dalton's recent epiphany,was still stubbornly trying to explain how much easier Charlie's love life could be,if only he would let it.

"Well,maybe by actually talking to them? Y'know,kind of like,What we're doing right now."

"So,what you're saying is,*you* could be my knight in shining armor," he said with a smirk.

"Well,that's not what-"

"No,no it's fine,as long as we're talking about this version of you. Regular Cameron is kind of a buzzkill but Cave Cam is actually a kind of.... And I can't believe I'm saying this but,in here,like this...well. You're actually a little hot."

After this, overwhelmingly romantic confession, Charlie was certain he had completely stuffed it,and sure enough,

"Gee Charlie,thanks. Really makes me wanna ride into the sunset with you." To say Cam's ego had been hit was an understatement,but before he could make a swift exit from the cave and lock himself,alone,in his dorm for the rest of the weekend,of course Dalton kept talking.

"God,I'm sorry,that was, I have no idea why I said that. I thought I was being funny but out loud- god I'm so sorry," while he had initially been mad,seeing Charlie fucking Dalton blush (and because of *him* no less) was rather funny. And sure,a little cute. So Cameron decided to hear him out.

"Can I start over? You're not saying anything so I'm gonna start over. I,uh, I really do think you're hot. Like really hot. And not just right now,all the time,like that time we were at rowing practice and I started pushing you around and we ended up on the floor and I saw like,a single sliver of skin because your sweater had ridden up,and I couldn't stop thinking about it all day,which I thought was a little weird but then-"

"Uh,I think I get it,Charlie." Now Cameron was the one blushing.

"Uh,sorry. What I meant was,that I *do* think you're hot l-"

"As you've said"

"Yeah,yeah,but it's more than that. Like,when I realized we'd basically be spending the whole weekend alone together,I was actually sorta excited for that,even though I knew I'd just be sitting by you while you did homework the whole time,I like,wanted to do that. And tonight,I haven't talked like this with anyone who isn't Neil like,ever. What I mean is,I guess,is that,I think that uh,"

Deciding to lighten the mood,Cameron tried for a little sarcasm, "Wow,Dalton, stuttering? I must be superman or something."

"I'm trying to be romantic here Carrot top," Charlie said with a grin,

"Listen,I don't really know what I'm doing here,but I think it might be kinda nice if we tried having a little romantic weekend of our own. Just to try it. If it totally sucks we can pretend it never happened and the others don't have to know about it and-"

"Charlie."

"Yeah?"

"Relax," Cameron said with yet another laugh ,he didn't think he laughed like this since... Well,he couldn't even remember.

So with a radiant smile on his face,he said,"A romantic weekend of our own sounds amazing. Gotta warn you tho I'm not a great kisser."

"Well, lucky for you I am a great teacher," Charlie replied,with a somehow even bigger smile on his face than Cameron's,

"Why are you laughing,I *am* a great teacher!" Unfortunately for Charlie,his indignance only made Cameron laugh harder.

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"If you shut up and stop laughing,maybe you'll get to." After this was all it took to get the ginger to sober up, the look on his face pushed Charlie to make his final,but (in his opinion) most important decision of the night.It was high time he flirt with Cameron way more often (which was *very* difficult to explain to the other poets,at least the first time).

#yh i did proofread it #yh there probably r still mistakes #i was very nervous so #but yh uh #chameron #dps fic #dps chameron fic #dead poets society chameron #idk how to tag things properly if u couldnt tell from my other posts lol #anyway !! bye

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ameliterature · 2 years

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Chameron but like--

(tw/cw: slight homophobia from charlie)

charlie keeps bullying cameron for not having "game" that he can't get girls like he does, classic bullying.

"i don even wanna date a girl right now, asshole, I'm busy with school"

"hah- are you gay or something???"

"wtf does that even-- you know what, I dont need this rn"

and this goes on, that charlie's pissing off cam a lot, trying to boast about his own conquests with girls while cameron is seething--

One day cameron gets a date with a girl because his parents wanted him to escort his family friend to her prom. Cam doesnt tell his friends this was an arranged thing and tells them that "He had game too"

Charlie was dubious, annoyed even, he didnt believe it at all. he kept on asking how their date went, cameron half-lies and says they've kissed (like a peck, really) and charlie's kinda peeved about it

"oh- okay??? still doesnt mean you could get any other girl to do it!"

"whatever charlie?? who cares if a girl kissed me!?"

"I DO--" Charlie stood up. Embarrassed, he tried to fix it, "I -- I care because you're-- YOU'RE SUCH A LOSER ALL THE TIME! What girl would ever wanna be kissed by you?? Hah, some closeted gay guy kissing a girl?? are you kidding me?! GROSS!"

"Charlie, what the hell, I kiss FINE!" Cameron was getting pissed at Charlie's choice of words and his disgusting attitude

"HA- couldn't convince me even if you TRIED"

and so Cameron did, he grabbed charlie by his shirt collar and angrily pulled him in for a passionate, albeit, annoyed kiss.

"THERE? SEE? I CAN KISS , YOU DUMBASS--" cameron wiped his mouth and headed for the bathroom to clean his lips. blushing of course.

Charlie stood there for a second before his legs gave out

He crumbled to the floor while placing his hand over his lips like he just got his first kiss.

this was his first kiss. he's never been kiss before. not until Cameron.

#chameron dps #chameron #chameron fics #dps chameron #dps #dead poets society #dps fic #fanfic #fic

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abedizm · 2 years

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happy valentine's day. have this thing! based on this post by @aedan-mills :)

it's on ao3 :D

Out of everyone Richard has met, Charles Dalton has to be the most infuriating of them all. It's only a bit shocking, if he was going to be honest. Richard has met a lot of people, having been dragged by his parents to multiple gatherings (being the one to have the most hope out of all his siblings back at home to have a successful life) and the like, rich and poor. And Charlie grew up to be an only child in a rich family.

We all know how that goes most of the time.

Still, you have to give the guy some credit for being the biggest asshole Welton has.

It sucks that Richard seems to be his only target, though.

“Holy shit look!” Charlie exclaims the moment Richard walks in the room. The redhead sighs. “It's the virgin!”

Everyone in the room rolls their eyes, and Richard is glad that he's not the only one who's tired of his constant bullying. It's getting old, really, and everything's getting reused.

“You're a virgin, too, Charlie,” Richard mumbles, taking a seat beside Todd and opening his Trigonometry book. “We all are.”

“Wh–am not!” the brunet sputters, but Richard isn't listening anymore, already scribbling formulas on a piece of paper. “At least I attract women! Unlike you, you're more of a woman repeller.”

“Okay Charlie,” Richard says, “whatever you say.”

Todd snickers quietly beside him, and the redhead gives him a small smile. Todd smiles back.

Charlie fumes silently. Neil watches in amusement.

——

“You're a real stick in the mud, you know?” Charlie huffs, but it's not as hostile as Richard expected it to be. He blinks, slowly organising his desk. He'd decided to retire to bed a few minutes ago, when it was silent and he was sure that his roommate was sleeping.

“Yes,” he answers, despite knowing that it was a rhetorical question. “I do.”

“Huh,” Charlie mumbles, and Richard rolls his eyes. “Maybe if you, I don't fuckin' know, relaxed once in a while, you'd actually get some girls.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Charlie,” Richard groans, but he already expected it. The punchline of the fucking joke, whatever it is. “I don't even want to date girls right now.” And it's true, he doesn't. He's too busy to care, really. School's taking up most of his time, and the Dead Poets Society meetings are really one of his only escapes. He's grateful for it.

“Wait,” Charlie says, bolting upright from his spot. Richard thinks that the way the moonlight is shining on him is quite beautiful, but there's slight amusement in his tone, and he braces for whatever tease is going to be thrown at him. “Holy shit, Cameron, are you gay?”

“What?” Richard asks, monotone and blank. His brain had stopped working, and he doesn't know if it's because he's tired or if it's because he's kind of getting lost in Charlie's grin. “Wha–you know what? I'm too tired to deal with this. Goodnight, Dalton.” He takes the former with open arms.

“Holy shit, I'm rooming with a gay guy,” is what Richard hears before he decides to block out the world and focus on sleeping.

Despite Dalton's recent “discovery”, as he calls it, there are no rumours being murmured about Richard the next day. No side-eyes, no clear distaste on anyone's face. The brunet makes sure to stick to the regular programming, too. Just the usual “you get no bitches” comment, nothing else.

It's more than usual, but at least he's not getting called gay. Which he's not.

Richard's not gay. At all. Straight as a ruler, Richard Cameron. Yep.

“How's being unfuckable treating you, Dick?” Someone please end Richard's misery. All he wants to do is study with Todd and Neil, but Dalton’s not really helping. It’s nothing new, obviously, but a bit of silence can really do Richard wonders.

“Amazingly,” he retorts half-heartedly, “how’s not having anyone ask you out to prom treating you, Dalton?”

It’s not that Richard intended to boast. He didn’t even want to tell them about the stupid prom. It just… slipped. And it’s not like he’s telling the full truth either.

“What?” Dalton hisses, but there’s barely any venom in his tone. He’s surprised, that’s all. “You got what?”

“I got asked out,” Richard says, shrugging with a smirk, because if he’s going to lie—as horrible as it feels to him—, might as well let it last, right? “A girl asked me out, Charlie. Do they ask you out?”

Is he taking it a bit too far? Maybe. Does he care? Yes, but only a little bit. The look on Dalton’s face is enough to satisfy Richard and his odd desire to wipe the smirk off his face. Maybe it didn’t happen in the way he wanted to, but at least it’s not there to taunt him anymore.

“You—wha—I—!” Dalton stutters as Richard opens his textbook, cheek in hand.

“Close your mouth Charlie, you might catch flies.”

“Fuck you.”

“No thanks.”

——

The next few weeks are more unbearable than usual. It’s Charlie’s doing, of course. Because why wouldn’t it be? It’s like the guy has made it his personal mission to make every second of Richard’s life a living hell. It probably is, if Richard is going to be honest. The teasing still consisted of him not “having game” (which, apparently, means that he can’t attract women, of course. Typical), but this time there would be an off-handed comment or two about how his date was probably forced to ask Richard out. Pity, Charlie says.

Which is almost close to the truth, but Richard won’t say that out loud. Not near Charlie.

“Can’t believe that girl would ask out a queer like you,” Charlie scoffs, and Richard could almost hear the sound of his eyes rolling. The redhead huffs. “She could do way better.”

“Yep,” Richard responds for the sake of responding. Does it piss off Charlie? Oh absolutely. When this all started, Richard fought back, why wouldn’t he? He’s done nothing wrong to Charlie, he’s just defending himself! But then it just got old and repetitive, so it’s really better to half-heartedly agree. It’s like giving Charlie what he wants (attention) but not in the way he wants (a fight). It’s fun. “She could.”

There’s silence, then, only getting interrupted when Richard turns a page in his book. If he strains enough, he can hear the gritting of Charlie’s teeth. But he doesn’t want to, so he refrains, and relaxes in his bed.

It’s a rare sight. Shame that only Dalton can see it. Stupid, annoying, infuriating Dalton.

Richard glances to his side of the room, to see the brunet with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall and body facing him. There’s a glare settled nicely on his face; lips pulled down into a frown. His eyes are throwing daggers at Richard. The corner of the ginger’s lips twitch in amusement.

“What?” he hums, finger tapping the cover of the book.

“What?” Charlie repeats, harsher and more hostile. “You–whatever. Goodnight, queerio.”

“Wha…” Richard whispers, face contorting into confusion. “What does that even mean?”

“It means fuck you.”

“Um, okay.”

The smirk on Charlie’s face the moment Richard steps into the room is almost enough to make him walk backwards and out into the hall. But he can’t, because his coat is in their dorm room, and so is his blazer. And he needs those. Desperately.

“So,” Charlie starts, crossing his legs and arms. Richard raises an eyebrow. “Did your date dump you already?”

“What?” Richard asks, slightly startled. There’s a hint of an uncertain laugh in his voice. “Charlie, what?”

“Aren’t you late?” Charlie chuckles, leaning forward. “Does that mean your date dumped you?”

Richard laughs then, even when he didn’t mean to. It’s a quick outburst, one that stunned Charlie for a moment before he’s glaring again. The ginger tries to muffle his laughter with his hand as he leans on his desk for support, body trembling. “Charlie,” he manages to say, giggling still, “it’s only seven pm.”

“Yeah, and?” Charlie retorts with a sneer. “You said you’re supposed to go at six.”

“I didn’t though?”

“You did!” he exclaims. “It even says so on your calendar!” Charlie points an accusing finger at the object hung on Richard’s wall, numbers scribbled neatly by the corner.

“Charlie, it says “Six pm, get ready”, because I wanted to get ready at six,” Richard chuckles, walking over to the calendar and crossing out the date. “And I did. Jesus, what’s your damage?”

“I–,” Charlie stutters, and he visibly deflates in the corner of Richard’s eye.

He wants to, but doesn't dare question it.

Richard stands in front of the mirror, fixing his tie, brushing his hair with his hand. He glances at Charlie's reflection to see the boy sulking, of all things. Shouldn't he be celebrating for having the room all to himself for a few hours?

Then Charlie stands with intent, and Richard's heart races for no reason at all, and his throat closes up and he suddenly can't breathe anymore so he loosens his tie a little and returns his gaze back at his own reflection.

He looks ghastly. Does it matter? Only a little.

Charlie's behind him, then, and Richard can feel his body heat from how close he is. His breath hitches.

“Hey nerd,” he mumbles, outstretching his arms to reveal Richard's blazer in his hold. The ginger mimics him, and Charlie slowly puts it on him. “You look awful,” he says then, placing his hands on Richard's shoulders. Richard rolls his eyes.

Then Charlie messes his fucking hair up.

Richard groans, grabbing his brush and fixing it, glaring at Charlie in the mirror. The brunet is laughing, and Richard's glare becomes harsher.

“I hope your date goes horribly!”

“Fuck off.”

—

The date was… okay. The prom was mediocre at best (the music was horrible and everyone was horny and it was so crowded and the drinks and food were awful. Richard would not recommend it), so they ended up ditching it and went to eat at a little diner instead. That was a fun time.

Serena was fun. She was a nice girl.

Charlie is awake when he gets back, not really doing anything. Just staring at the ceiling. Richard doesn't say anything as he changes into his pyjamas and climbs into his bed.

He doesn't face the wall like he usually does. Instead, he lays on his back, arm behind his head, and stares at the ceiling.

A beat.

“So,” Charlie starts, “How'd it go?” Richard knows Charlie's not as sincere as he sounds, but he answers anyway.

“It was alright,” he says, playing with a loose thread on his blanket. “Serena was nice.” We talked about you.

“Was she now?” Charlie hums, and Richard could hear his grin. He braces. “Too nice to give you a little kiss?”

“No,” Richard answers, not lightning fast, but not quite slow either. “No, she kissed me.” It was on the cheek. I didn't want her to kiss me.

“Sure she did,” he laughs, and it ripples through the tranquil silence that fell upon them for a moment. It's almost music to Richard's ears. “I'm sure she did, Dick.”

Richard rolls his eyes.

“Jesus Christ Charlie, can't you just shut up‽'' Richard screams, head snapping to the side to glare at his roommate, the grip on his desk tight, almost deadly. “I'm trying to study, because some of us actually care for our grades!”

“Boooo,” Charlie groans, tilting his head back a little and throws a crumpled piece of paper at Richard's head. It hits its target, at which the brunet laughs. Richard sneers. “God, are you really that much of a virgin? Repressing your sexual desires with schoolwork?”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything‽”

“Oh, you know,” Charlie starts with an almost menacing grin, “How you're date probably didn't want to have sex with someone like you. Didn't even make out with you, did she?”

“Wha–?” Richard stutters, eyebrows furrowing in confusion before groaning. “Oh my god Charlie, can you just let it go? If you don't believe that she kissed me, then can you just shut up?”

“Say she did kiss you,” Charlie says, and Richard dies a bit inside, “bet it was just a peck though, wasn't it? Didn't even go to second base because you're a shit kisser.”

“I'm not a shit kisser, I'm a good kisser!” Richard retorts, more startled than anything. Charlie's smug now, arms crossed across his chest and the smirk on his face more demeaning than menacing. The ginger doesn't shrink.

“Are too,” is his simple response, and Richard can't help but feel like a child.

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

Charlie's close now, and Richard can't remember nor tell if he was the one to move or if it was the brunet. Either way, Richard can see the flecks of gold in his roommate's eyes with their proximity, and he gulps at the fact that he can feel Charlie's breath fanning on him.

“Are t—!” And if Charlie can't shut up himself, might as well help him, right?

So, there they were. Two men—boys, really—in their room, lips locked in a kiss. Richard's hand had found its place on Charlie's tie, eyes tightly shut.

His heart is racing, beating so loudly he fears Charlie can hear it. But Charlie doesn’t say anything, because Charlie’s moving, responding. His lips are dancing against Richard’s and it’s almost—it is heaven.

Richard feels whole. It’s a refreshing feeling, he thinks as he pulls Charlie closer.

But then Charlie pulls away, not alarmed, but definitely seeming as if he’s just remembered himself. Richard feels dizzy, then, letting the oxygen in his system once more before he opens his eyes, blinking a little too harshly.

“See?” he mumbles, lips brushing against Charlie’s, a smirk pulling on them. “Told you I’m a good kisser.” Richard takes a moment to appreciate Charlie’s stunned form before he makes a face and leaves the room.

Charlie raises a shaky hand and lightly touches his lips.

“Oh no,” Richard says as soon as he closes the bathroom door, voice shaky and all. “Oh… oh no no no. What the hell did I just do?”

He got what he wanted, didn’t he? He kissed Charlie, but… but it wasn’t a proclamation of his… attraction to the boy. It was some sort of–some sort of thing to assert his dominance.

Okay, maybe don’t call it that. It’s something, and it’s far from romantic.

But Charlie kissed him back, didn’t he? Yeah, Charlie… Charlie reciprocated, he did, yes. But that could mean anything. Charlie—

Charlie’s a dick. He’s an asshole who just happens to be charming and rich so he could get away with anything. He barely gets by with school and if Richard wasn’t there to help, he’d be failing. Richard should hate him. Richard did hate him.

But he doesn’t now, and maybe he never did, and now this whole thing is a mess and Richard is just questioning his existence now. He groans, holding his head in his hands.

“So, do you like anyone?” Serena had asked, dipping her fries in the milkshake before tossing them in her mouth. Richard’s face twisted.

“No,” he answered, perhaps a bit too quickly, “I don’t.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, “well, do you hate anyone?”

“Hate?” Richard repeated, raising an eyebrow. He picked up a fry and slightly dipped them in the milkshake before taking a small bite. “Of course. Don’t we all?”

“Who are they, then?”

“My roommate,” he answered, finger tapping rhythmically on the table. “I hate him with every fibre of my damn being. He’s just so annoying you know? All he does is talk and it’s infuriating, especially when I’m trying to study! Don’t get me started on his damn face of all things! He thinks he’s so attractive, attracting girls left and right, but he isn’t! Just because his smirk is kind of mesmerising to look at doesn’t mean he’s attractive. And he’s somehow charming? It’s how he gets away with so many things—why are you looking at me like that?”

Serena was smirking, amused, not teasing, so unlike how Charlie always is. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes glinted with something that Richard can’t quite point. It’s similar to the glint in Charlie’s eyes, though, so that can’t be good, can it?

“Nothing,” she said, slowly, “it’s nothing. Just… are ya sure you hate him?”

“Of course I do,” he retorted, almost a second too fast. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, Cam,” she started, a slight laugh in her voice, “it’s just, I don’t think people who hate their roommate think they’re attractive.”

Richard furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t think he’s attractive.”

“You called his smirk mesmerising, Cam.”

“Because it is!”

“Cam.” There’s finality in her tone, and it makes the redhead clam up a tiny bit. “Cam, really, think about it. Do you actually hate him, or do you hate that you feel this way about him?”

“Oh,” was all he said.

It was an enlightening evening.

The walk back to their room was hell. Every second felt like an hour and every minute felt like a year or two. Richard’s hands were clammy, and cold sweat dripped down his back uncomfortably. The air felt tight, despite him being the only one in the hall, he couldn’t breathe properly.

He breathes out, grabbing the doorknob with shaking hands. Richard doesn’t really have a choice but go back to their room. He can’t be caught out and about this late, and he swears that he heard someone else down the hall.

Richard twists it, and opens the door. The creaking shouldn’t be as loud as it is, but it rings in his ears along with the rapid beating of his heart.

Charlie is awake and sitting on his bed, eyes downcast and fists gripping the covers. His head doesn’t snap up when Richard steps in and closes the door. Richard holds his breath.

The moment Richard sits on his bed is when Charlie looks up, slowly, his eyes travelling the redhead’s entire body before settling on his eyes. Richard flushes a little, lip slightly trembling.

“Richie…” he mumbles, and Richard’s eyes grow wide.

“Charlie?” he whispers.

“Did it mean anything?” Charlie’s voice is soft, quiet, almost, yet it pierces through the silence like a knife, and straight into Richard’s heart. “The–the kiss, I mean. Did it… did it mean anything?”

“It meant something,” Richard mutters, chewing on his lip. “It… it meant a lot, I guess.”

“It meant a lot to me.” It meant a lot to Charlie. It meant a lot to Charlie. “You’re right, you know?”

Richard hums, a silent question. His eyes don’t leave Charlie’s as he dares to stand and sit beside the brunet.

“You’re a really good kisser,” Charlie says, hand inching closer to Richard’s. “Too good that it’s suspicious.”

“Well, would you look at that,” Richard chuckles, placing his hand on top of Charlie’s, “Charles Dalton, agreeing with me? And admitting that he’s wrong?” He laughs, then, a weight being lifted from his chest as he entangles his fingers with his roommate’s and places his forehead on the brunet’s. “Is the world ending?”

“Shut up,” Charlie huffs, though not unkindly like before. He rolls his eyes. “You know what? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you are a shit kisser and I’m just too sleepy to deal with this shit.”

“No no no, you can’t take it back,” Richard tuts. “You already said it, I already heard it. The truth’s out in the open.”

“Maybe you should kiss me again.” Charlie shrugs. Richard raises an eyebrow. “Change my mind again, because I’m still convinced that you’re a really shitty kisser and it’s just the—.”

“Christ almighty, shut up already,” Richard hisses half-heartedly, leaning down and capturing Charlie’s lips on his own.

“So, I like him.”

“You like him.”

“And it’s annoying.”

“It is?”

“It is.”

“You are more in denial than I thought.”

“What should I do?”

“I don’t know, confess?”

“I can’t just confess!”

“Well, why not?”

“He’ll… he’ll hate me.”

“Look, I say just take a leap of faith. What does your cooky English teacher say? Uh, carpe diem? Yeah, go and seize the day.”

“But what if—.”

“Look, Cam, if he actually hates you, then he’d do more than tease you. You know what they say to us girls?”

“Uh, no.”

“’If he bullies you, then he likes you.’”

“That’s fucked up.”

“You think I don’t know that? But you know, sometimes it’s true. Not all the time, but sometimes. So, you know, shoot your shot.”

“…okay. Thanks Serena.”

“Goodluck Cam.”

#if u see anything wrong uuuhh #dont mind that i rushed this LMAO #dps #dead gay society am i right or am i right #dead poets society #chameron #charlie dalton #richard cameron #crow goes insane (real!!)#crowley.txt #my writing #chameron fic #dps fic #fic!!#also i don't condone bullying charlies a dick and richard reprimands him after that <3 #to the queue yeah yeah

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Making a formal post about this because my brain is full. So many ideas.

Welton Academy Boys Volleyball Club AU - because Haikyuu!! was one of my hyperfixations during The Year of Do Nothing At All, and therefore became one of my comfort media!

( I was talking to @aedan-mills about this earlier, so here’s some in depth AU notes! )

( word count : 2k+ )

CHARACTERS

Todd was on a team in middle-school, but he always got benched because he was ‘too obsessive’ over things being perfect. He ran too fast for people to get spikes to him, and while he was quiet he always made snide comments about the other players ‘not trying hard enough’ to get their tosses to him. He was talented, almost concerningly so, but he was a bit of an asshole. Twelve year old boy disease, honestly. Most of the people from his old team ended up going to Balincrest.

(He was obsessive over being perfect and winning because it was the one thing Jeffery didn’t have over him. Jeffery didn’t like volleyball, and even though Todd didn’t get the hype until watching a match for the first time he hopped on that opportunity as fast as he could.)

Neil’s been playing since he was old enough to. Naturally gifted, incredibly fast, a bit scary to watch playing because of how serious he is about it, but nonetheless a gifted player. That is when he doesn’t completely fail a toss with how excited he gets (And thank God Todd is fast enough to adapt to said failed tosses) . He’s a great player, a strong player, but far too excitable and not really good at keeping his emotions in check on the court. Constantly challenging other players to three v. three matches, even in the middle of official games.

(Neil plays because it was the one thing that his father didn’t care about him doing. ‘Sports are respectable, they look good on college applications’. It wasn’t the perfect acceptance of what he wanted, but it was enough and he’s been playing on teams ever since.)

Charlie isn’t exactly new to playing, but he’s been playing for less time than most of the team. Joined a team in his last year of grade-school, and immediately got recognized as an incredibly reliable libero. Not only because he could receive really well, even during the first practice match he ever participated in, but because he’d already gotten so accustomed to tripping and falling over himself that he wasn’t afraid to throw himself onto the ground like some of the other players were. He’s pretty average in speed, but he’s not one to give up easily. Even if his coaches wish he would stop winking at people in the stands.

(He plays because it gives him time away from home. His parents aren’t bad by any means, they just tend to argue a lot more than Charlie was able to handle. He felt more at home in the loud sounds of feet hitting a gymnasium floor and stands of people cheering for him than he did listening to his parents fight from his bedroom.)

Meeks can easily do a three foot vertical, even despite being one of the shortest on the team, and it makes his blocking that much more of a shock. Not only does he bring the shock factor, but his actual block is something that’s near impossible to get through after years of perfecting it. Not just because he got stronger, but because he’s done the math of it all and figured out how to keep himself at the top of his game against dozens of different opponents. Different heights and hitting styles are always taken into account, and while it may take a few points for him to get accustomed to it, he always does in the end.

(He plays because it’s familiar. His dad played, and his mother played, and so did his grandparents. It’s sort of a tradition. That’s not to say he doesn’t love volleyball - because he does, really! - just that he’s not as passionate as other people on his teams. It’s a hobby, not something he can see making a lifestyle out of.)

Knox is another really strong blocker, but for entirely different reasons. His blocks are still strong, and he’s still a really hard wall to get through, but because his ability to anticipate where people are going to spike is almost on another level. He’s observant, almost concerningly so, and his reaction time is otherworldly. One second you think you’ve got a clear shot for a point, the next you’ve got Knox Overstreet giving you the smuggest look ever while the ball falls on your side of the court. He’s always kind of a dick about being able to block people's spikes, but he’s fallen on his ass enough times for his ego to stay in check.

(He plays because he doesn’t want his mom to worry about him. She barely had enough time to take care of them both, being a single mom ever since he was a little kid after all, and he’d figured that if he could find a hobby, or something to do after school, it would take some of the stress she has revolving him away. She can’t come to many of the games because of her work schedule, but every single award he’s ever got is hanging up in the house, and a picture of him wearing his first jersey from his first team is her phone background.)

Pitts’ serve is terrifying. Not just because it’s fast, and almost impossible to receive, but because he looks completely blank faced while doing it. His other skills on the court aren’t all too concerning, he’s good; not something to worry about, but every time he’s up to serve during an official match you can see the other team start to sweat. He’s a powerhouse in that regard, and the nonchalance that he holds in regards to the feat he can pull only adds to the horror of it all.

(He plays because Meeks plays, but he found his own love for it after their first year playing together. He wouldn’t say he would go pro, but it’s something that he would definitely enjoy staying in the realm of when he’s older. Plus, his parents love to cheer for not only him, but the rest of the team at all of their games, and he’s always got snacks on hand because of his parents.)

Cameron is the most unassuming person on the team, but his spikes and the power behind said spikes is nothing to stick your nose up at. He’s very serious about the game, rarely ever finding time to make jokes on the court or indulge in whatever teasing banter the rest of the team engages in during, but not so serious that he can’t have any fun. Outside of practice and official matches (and school time, of course), he’s easily one of the more laid back of the group. Mainly because he’s one of those kids that gets good grades without trying, which pisses Charlie off to no end.

(He plays because he wants a sense of belonging. Not a lot of people like to be friends with the ‘suck up’ or the ‘teachers pet’ and it wasn’t uncommon for him to get ridiculed for it. Sure, not so much once they reached high-school and things like that didn’t matter, but it was still gnawing at him in the back of his mind. Having a team made him feel accepted, especially a team as welcoming as the WABVC.)

(Stick, Spaz (or is it Beatle?), and Hopkins are also on the team, but they’re on the bench most of the time. Not that they mind, they enjoy being moral support. That’s not to say they aren’t on the same level as the rest of the team, it’s just that the others work better together as one solid unit.)

Mr. McAllister is the poor teacher that was assigned to watch over the WABVC before they had a proper coach. Not only does this suck because he knows nothing about volleyball, but because the boys hardly listen to him. Cameron does, though it’s mostly out of respect for him as a Latin teacher than it is as a supervisor for volleyball. He’s trying his best, he really is, but it’s hardly enough, for a group of rowdy teenage boys still trying to figure themselves out.

Ginny is their original manager, who joined because there were no girls volleyball teams in the area. She’s easily the only person in the gym with any clue on what’s happening at any given moment, and the boys listen to her more than they do McAllister. That’s not a knock on him, she just has actual experience. Not to mention, she went to nationals with her middle-school team and won. Even if they were twelve-thirteen at the time, it’s impressive.

Keating is an alumni, as well as a retired coach for college teams. He’s not all that opposed to coaching the boys, but from a distance they don’t look like anything except a half-baked mess. They can’t communicate, one of them wears Velcro because he can’t tie his shoes (It’s Neil), and he swears he saw Charlie close his eyes to receive once when he was observing practice. They’d be a really hard challenge to coach. Then again, Keating has always liked a challenge.

Chris joins as a manager for extra-curricular reasons only. She wants to expand her college application, but didn’t want to add another physical activity on top of already being a cheerleader. She does most of the planning for fundraisers, and designs posters for them, but she’s most often doing her homework during practice. She’s not really a big fan of the game, but she does cheer louder than even Keating does sometimes. She might not know volleyball, but athletes are always going to encourage fellow athletes.

TIMELINE

This AU follows a pretty similar timeline to the actual movie. Todd transfers to Welton in junior year, he and Neil are roommates, all that jazz. The only difference is that he and Neil kind of sort of hate each other. Well, they get pretty irritated by one another pretty quickly, I should say.

Todd hates that Neil seems to not care as much about accuracy and being on time when it comes to the game as Todd does, and Neil hates that Todd is too focused on accuracy. Neil likes to win, he loves the feeling of winning, but he’s also a firm believer in the idea that having fun while playing is better than winning. Todd couldn’t disagree more at the beginning of the AU.

Keating doesn’t actually coach the team until about a month or so after Todd joins, and by that point Todd is only just starting to admit that having fun is an integral part to playing sports. (Not that he’d ever admit that to Neil fucking Perry of course. He’s not going to let that smug asshole rub that in his face.)

EXTRAS

Even with the name ‘Academy’, I’d say that Welton is just a normal four year school in this universe, even if it does have dorms.

Charlie and Knox are constantly trying to see who can make their opponents laugh the most during official matches. Charlie is winning 133 - 132, and Knox is livid about it.

Cameron has a highlights reels of all the times one of them trips or falls on their ass on the court saved on his computer. He’s planning on giving it to Keating when they all graduate.

Meeks and Todd have a game they play where they hide any of the team members' things in plain sight and see how long it takes them to find it. (The record is Meeks hiding Pitts shoes next to the door of the locker rooms. It took him an hour and a half to find them.)

Neil is the one that has to wear Velcro shoes, and Todd cracks up every time he sees them no matter how long they’ve been team mates.

Chris hangs out with Stick, Beatle, and Hopkins on the weekends for a study group. They don’t tell the rest of the team because they know it would devolve into some absolute bullshitery.

Ginny has McAllister and Keating saved in her phone as ‘Can’t play volleyball’ and ‘The one that can actually play volleyball’ respectively.

Todd has called Keating ‘Coach Dad’ before, and now it’s a running joke on the team.

Neil is the #9, Todd is #10, Charlie is the captain (ironically enough) and therefore #1, Meeks is #3, Knox is #7, Pitts is #4, Cameron is #2, Stick is #5, Beatle is #8, and Hopkins is #6.

Neil and Todd only start to respect one another the first time Todd misses a spike on his own accord. (It’s because it’s his birthday. His parents forgot again. He and Neil have a long talk about it behind the gym.)

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