#charlie dalton x male!reader

[unhappycylinder]

Hey!:) Could you do a Charlie Dalton x male!reader?

Reader is anxious, more than ever, and he's pacing and pacing like there's no tomorrow in his dorm because feels weird about his best friend, Charlie. He doesn't know how to describe it and he's terrified to find out what it is (the lovely boy is bisexual). One day he walks into his dorm, the door being forgotten and wide open and he just begins to slam his head into his desk over and over until he starts to bleed a little bit. Charlie walks in and asks him what's wrong and what's all the noise and reader ends up having a mental breakdown about bow confused he feels about a friend. As they talk, Charlie realizes that reader's crush is him and tells him after one of the meetings in the cave when he realized he felt the same way about reader :)

aaahhhhh yes, i love this!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much for this request!! I've never written xmale!reader before so pls give me feedback in the comments and let me know if you like it :)

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No Unreturned Love -   Charlie Dalton x male!Reader

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: negative self talk, self harm, kissing, charlie begin an angel, shitty whitman references

Charlie’s joke…if you could call it that…came as a dagger to the chest, especially since you were at the brunt of it. The rest of your friends, the entirety of the newly-formed Welton chapter of the Dead Poets Society, howled with laughter and praise in the dining hall, hands clapping you on the back with each wave of entertainment. You, on the other hand, had shrunk into yourself, blood filling your ears and face, making your hearing fade and your skin flush.

“You don’t have to room with him,” Charlie’s voice replayed in your mind, “God knows what he thinks about when he stays up under the covers after lights out”

It was an innocent jab, somewhere deep down you understood that, but rationality only went so far when the source of your discomfort was your roommate, and the boy you had been falling for since the first day of term.

Neil’s laughter subsided as his arm snaked around your shoulders, your eyes refusing to open as you focused your consciousness on subsiding the anxiety bubbling in your throat. 

“I gotta go,” you barked out, wiggling from Neil’s grasp and removing yourself from the dinner table, “excuse me.”

“Hey,” Charlie’s taunting voice had turned concerned, “Y/n where you going? It was just a joke man,” he called after you. You paid his words no mind, half because you simply couldn’t hear him, and half because you couldn’t be bothered to stay at that suffocating table any longer.

The walk back to your shared room went by in a flash, anxiety and the need for solitude propelling your legs up the stairs and down the hall. Door insight, the tears threatened to flow, the proximity of seclusion breaking your emotional control.

“Fuck,” your voice trembled as you swung the door open and flopped onto your bed. Your pillow was your support as you cried it out, salty tears darkening the grey fabric until a puddle had formed.

With shaking hands, you pushed yourself up off the mattress and swung yourself into your desk chair, anxiously-chewed fingernails digging into your scalp as you rested your head in your hands.

“Y/n you idiot,” flowed from your lips like a mantra, repeating until you believed your words more than you had ever believed anything before. Words turned into actions, your anger at yourself fueling the fire of self-hate that propelled you to begin tapping your forehead against the wooden desk. 

“Stupid” joined the affirmations as tears wet the wood beneath your head, which was now throbbing and tender…how long had you been doing this?

The voices of your classmates and friends coming down the hall were lost within your words, your head continuously contacting the desk with more force each time. 

“Woah,” Charlie’s voice sounded like a dream, and you were certain it was, until the sudden slam of the door and the warm contact of his hands on your shoulders broke you from your trance, “Y/n…Y/n,” the repetition of your name became the new mantra in your mind.

He had pulled you away from the desk, his hands now resting on the sides of your face, cradling the weight of your head. He was squatting on the floor in between your legs, your body defeatedly slumped in the desk chair.

“What are you doing?” He chastised you, “you’re hurting yourself, what’s wrong?”

“Charlie,” you groaned, voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m here, you can talk to me,” his thumb wiped the specks of blood from your forehead, his eyes full of pain and wonder.

“I can’t,” you sobbed out, pulling your head out of his hands, “I can’t talk to you about anything”

“Y/n?” He asked, shocked, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“You don’t know,” you whined, delirium taking the reins of your words, “you just don’t know”

“I don’t know what?” Charlie rubbed your knee tenderly, sending chills up your spine, but also sending grief through your body as you mourned what would never be.

“Y/n, I’m your best friend. I’m sorry about the joke at dinner, I didn’t know it was a touchy subject, I really-”

“It’s not about the joke Charlie,” you sighed, your voice audible to him only because of the amount of concentration and attention he was dedicating to you in this moment.

“What’s it about then?” His hands gripped your legs as he rubbed gentle circles with his thumb, his eyes locked on yours to get any sense of what was bothering you.

Your eyes trailed down to his hands, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched him touch you, “nothing,” you whispered, tears gently streaming down your blushing cheeks.

Charlie’s eyes followed yours down to his hands, which immediately stopped moving, instead staying statically gripping your lower thighs. He breathed deeply, your anxiety overwhelming you in his silence. Silently, you were cursing yourself, wondering if he had figured out your feelings. He sighed, his eyes closing as he looked to be trying to remember something.

“Sometimes-” he began, eyes still closed, “sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturned love,” he opened his eyes, finding yours instantly, “But now I think there is no unreturned love, the pay is certain one way or another”

Your mouth fell open, words failing to come to your tongue, electing instead to stare at him with wide-eyes, praying to every higher power that you had indeed heard him correctly.

“Whitman,” he shrugged, a laugh escaping his lips briefly, “did I get that right?”

“Which part?” you whispered, “the quote or the message within it?”

“I’m hoping both,” he smirked, his thumbs beginning to rub gentle circles on your thigh again.

“Yeah, yeah I think both,” you smiled, your tears drying up and your anxiety fading, “I really think both”

“Okay,” Charlie chuckled, “can I kiss you?”

“Kiss….me?” You stared at him with pure shock, “yes. Please”

And with your permission, Charlie stood up, leaning down to grasp your face with his hands once again, his lips meeting yours in a soft, quick kiss. Months of wondering, wishing, anxiously treading on eggshells in every aspect of your friendship fading away as you took in every sensation of this moment.

He pulled away with a smile, standing up and fixing his hair, “you know I’ve wanted to do that since the first society meeting in the cave?”

“Bullshit,” you laughed, “there’s no way”

“I’m dead serious, how could I lie to you?” He stroked your jaw with his hand, “I had a feeling you felt the same, I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You couldn’t have told me before I slammed my head into my desk?” You glanced at the red stain on the wood, then back at Charlie.

“I’ll work on my timing” he winked, walking towards the door, “don’t go anywhere, I’m gonna get some stuff to clean you up.” 

Leaving you to throw your head back and breathe the first clear breath you’d had in months, you sighed in relief that you had finally come clean to the boy you loved…and he loved you all the same.

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[soontobeadeadpoet]

waking up in charlie dalton's arms on a snowy morning might be the closest to heaven you'll ever get. the cold outside is nothing but a background to the warm loving embrace charlie keeps you in, even if he's asleep. his brows released from the near constant furrow they end up in from classes, his brunette hair messy splayed against the pillow as his soft breath leaves a gentle tickle against your skin. you can't help but let him sleep as you admire his beautiful features.

[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

masterlist

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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[ash5monster01]

Truths of Our Past Series

Pairing: Older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader!Wife

Warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, depressing thoughts, past trauma, facing trauma, romance, understanding, fluff.

Summary: You had met Charlie in University, were married shortly after, and had become accustomed to a beautiful life together. When you receive a wedding invitation to one of Charlie’s previous classmates weddings you discover that Charlie had a dark past, one he had been trying to forget. In the midst of it all you try to help him through it while finding out that he’s not the guy you thought you married at all. Maybe he’s even better.

word count: 1.3k

Intro ←→ Part 1

Masterlist

You still remember the first time you had seen him. It was the beginning of Junior Year. Autumn of 1963. You had been riding the bus across Campus watching leaves fall from the trees. As most people your age conversed loudly over the latest parties and hardest assignments, five rows ahead of you sat a doe eyed boy wearing a beret and nose stuck in a book. Pride and Prejudice. You had never seen a male read Jane Austen before and at that seem to enjoy it. A smile crossed your face before your mind even caught up with your heart. Because somehow, just five rows ahead, was the man of your dreams. So you stood up on the moving bus, ignoring the complaints of elbows you bumped in the aisle, and sat next to him.

You smiled wide again as you thought of this. Watching that same boy sit across from you in the living room, readers rested low on his nose, and his eyes scanning the pages of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. You had now known the man across from you for six years, married for three. He still read like he did that day on the bus, transported to another world, not even a fire able to gain his attention. Love for him seeped out of you and you found yourself discarding your own book and standing to cross the living room. His eyes stayed trained on the page, unmoving until you were settled neatly in his lap.

“Well hello Mrs Dalton” his eyes finally met yours, an amused smirk painted across his features. He dropped the book once your arms curled around his neck, free hands now sneaking around your waist in return.

“Hi Mr Dalton” you smiled sweetly at him, nose nudging with his own as you removed the readers from his face.

“To what do I owe the pleasure in the presence of my beautiful wife” he asked calmly, lips pressing a soft kiss into your cheek. You smiled, snuggling closer.

“I missed you” you told him earnestly and he chuckled.

“I’m right here darling” he told you, not quite understanding what you had meant.

“Well your physical form is, yes. But your soul, that was somewhere in 1912 Brooklyn” you told him and he laughed, forehead pressing against your own.

“Williamsburg Brooklyn to be exact dear” he teased and you shoved his shoulder before curling back up into him, embracing the feeling of his warmth. His hand rose up your back, rubbing comfortably and now giving you his full attention. "What did you do today?"

"I wrote an article about the possibility of there being a draft, awfully depressing. Then I came home and talked to Chris on the phone before cooking dinner" Charlie smiled as you recounted your day, still writing for the NY Times under a pen name since you were a woman.

"How is Chris and Knoxie, and my favorite nephew Johnny?" Charlie asked, a fond smile on his face at the mention of his friends.

"Healthy, Knox got a promotion and Johnny got an A on his spelling test. Chris wants to enroll him in Welton but Knox isn't quite sure" you felt Charlie tense up at the mention of Welton, long and hard school days spent there now long behind him.

"If that old tool Nolan is still running the school I wouldn't want Johnathon there either" Charlie said, voice bitter in the warm air of the home. You sighed against him, wishing he talked about his time there more than he did.

"Chris said he retired three years ago, the only thing holding her back is not having Johnathon live with them, but he has such a bright future it might be a price worth paying" you explained but Charlie shook his head, eyes now dark and recalling a place in his heart he didn't quite like.

"I hope they think about it, Knox remembers what it was like" Charlie said and you felt guilty for bringing it up, you always felt guilty bringing up that place. Your life with him had always been in the heart of the big city and when the mentions of small town Vermont came up he was more tense, less him. You knew vague details, horror stories of lifeless teachers, and being expelled from school, losing a friend.

"You know Chris, she'd last a day before she brought him home and hugged him for a week straight. I never even figured the kid would go to Kindergarten considering she cried on the phone with me for an hour after leaving him there" you told him and finally Charlie was smiling again, laughing lightly at your accusation which was more than likely true. Chris was a helicopter parent, but Johnny was such a good kid.

"You’re probably right. She sure as hell loves that kid" Charlie said, bouncing his legs so you bounced in his lap. You giggled sweetly while looking up at him and he finally pressed his lips to yours.

"I'm going to get ready for bed, you coming?" you asked sweetly and he smiled before nodding and kissing you once more. His sweet and beautful flower.

"Right behind you, I'm just going to go through the mail on my desk and then I'll be there" he told you and you nodded while he helped you up from your spot on his lap. He watched as you disappeared down the hall into your shared bedroom. Once you were gone he pushed himself up to his feet and walked to his study. You had left the stack on mail in the center of his desk and he smiled as he sifted through the bills and letters from his mother in Paris. He only froze when he saw one with a Vermont return address.

Charlie felt his stomach drop over the thought of returning to Vermont. He had done it before, to see Knox and Chris. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be in attendance but every time it brought back memories he wished he could forget. Setting the invite down he realized there was a letter underneath the invite.

A week. A week in Vermont. Charlie hadn’t spent a whole week in Vermont since his Senior year of High School. Even as fear consumed him, heartache numbing his lungs, he pictured quiet and mousy Todd. The same Todd he watched grow from a shy boy to a successful man. The kind of guy you could never ever say no too. So Charlie sighed as he plopped into the chair of his desk and pulled out a piece of paper to respond.

And just like that Charlie agreed to visit the past but only because Todd Anderson asked him too. Dead Poets Honor. A promise Charlie would never break.

a/n: this is a possible series I was hoping to explore. If anyone would be interested please let me know and I would love to follow through the plot. Y/N will be used very little, it would be a short series that tugs on the heart strings. Any feedback would be appreciated greatly. please enjoy xx

[teddyduchampsglasses]

charlie dalton comforting the reader through a panic attack? <3

Charlie Dalton Comforting The Reader Through A Panic Attack

Paring: Charlie Dalton x gender neutral reader

Movie: Dead Poets Society

Summary: As the title says, this is what it would be like if Charlie Dalton were to comfort you through a panic attack

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of panic attacks

Word count: 1,038

Charlie has learned the ins and outs of your mind, especially your emotions, including when your brain goes into its ultimate panic mode. The first time one of these attacks accrued, Charlie was scared shitless, his brain racing as he stressed about what move to make that wouldn't effect you in a negative way. He did his best to hide his own panicked emotions, but they easily seeped through his whole charade when he would whisper things like "oh God" or "shit" under his breath, or when his hands began to shake and his voice began to quiver. He was trembling almost as much as you were. And his actions only made you feel worse, sadness washing over you when you observed how you affected him in that moment, making you feel like a burden to your boyfriend as he too became anxious and fearful.

But, after a while, once he had been there to experience a few more of these attacks, he quickly learned exactly how to operate and what actions to take to calm your nerves and lighten the mood.

Charlie has never been too good with the whole "expressing your emotions" and "explaining your feelings" ordeal, never knowing what words to use or how to phrase his sentences to perfectly portray his sentiment. He often stutters or stumbles through his sentences when ever he feels the need to express himself, and these quirks only worsen under pressure, often ending in him slapping his palm across his mouth or upon his forehead as a result to his awkwardness. So, due to this fact, he's become skilled at cheering you up in other ways, using tactics that don't involve him speaking all too much.

Taking the situation into account, analyzing just how stressed and anxious you may be, touching and holding you is often not the best option for Charlie, it is a path he quickly learned not to take. Panic attacks are seemingly the only time Charlie can keep his hands off you, any other time he has you in his grasp, always holding your hand, hugging you, playing with your hair, anything, it’s always something, but he would never want to upset you or make your situation any worse, so he tends to keep away from those types of actions when you're in such an emotional state. So, with his lack of communication and no physical affection allowed rule, that only leaves a few more options available for the male.

Compliments, loads of compliments. He isn't always the best at comforting words, not wanting to mess up and say the wrong thing, so he strays away from those types of sayings and instead resorts to flattery. He will compliment your clothes, his favorite physical features of yours, your unique personality, your strengths, and other redeeming qualities. He practically dumps his whole heart to you, which always leaves you somewhat smiling.

He also often chatters about what ever comes to his mind, an attempt to keep your thoughts off the problem at hand. He tries his best to distract you from your overbearing, doubtful, and negative thoughts by talking about stuff that happened during his day or things he spots in the halls. "Today, it was so funny," he'll chuckle to himself "I got to watch as Pitts fell from a chair while trying to hang something in the class. He landed on Todd, practically killing him." This strategy actually works pretty well, his stories often take your mind off your issues and troubles and you even end up laughing along with the male as he tells you a funny memory of his. 

But, if you’d prefer to just sit quietly in the hall, or some sort of other safe space, then he wont object. He wants to do what ever makes you feel the most relaxed and comfortable, and if that includes just sitting shoulder to shoulder silently in the desolate halls, he’s always willing to do so. And, if you’d prefer to just be alone for a while, left to your own devices, he totally understands; he’ll even offer to do some of your homework for you while you relax, even if it may not be his strong point, he wants to relieve you from as much stress as he possibly can.

He’ll also gladly accompany you to your dorm just to be able to read out loud while rubbing your back, one of his best and most successful attempts to help you calm down while also soothing you into a deep slumber. He loves massaging your shoulders and neck while reading a passage from a book, being able to respond to any of your beckoning needs if you have any. You want a blanket? He practically jumps from his position upon your bed to retrieve a comforter for you. He’ll gladly remove his sweatshirt, t-shirt, and basically any clothing of his you may even slightly desire. He practically spoils you, obeying all of your needs when ever you are even slightly down.

He always make sure no one comes near you if you're not ready or just generally not in the mood. He practically camps out in front of your bedroom door, politely telling people you need some time alone if they are searching for you, and if they don’t take the hint, continuing to insist that they need you, his protective side will most likely always kick in, his features will go blank before he sternly repeats himself.

And, of course, what he’s known for: Jokes. He always seems to know the exact words to say to make you start giggling. He’ll make funny faces, tickle you, and exclaim cringy puns if thats what it takes to see even a small upon your face. Of course, if you're not in the mood at that moment, he’ll hold off till a more appropriate time, but you better expect to be crying laughing at some point before the end of the day.

(I also wrote just a generalized version of Charlie Dalton Comforting The Reader so if you want to read more about the topic of Charlie dalton comforting you, just click those words and it should bring you right to the post 👍) 

[sulsulellison]

other blog @mavbear and spotify

MASTER LIST

Dead Poets Society:

dead poets characteristic list

dead poets would say…

sports they would play…

playlist

historically accurate halloween costumes

halloween costumes

gerald pitts

headcanons: pt1 pt2

neil perry

playing with hair

social situations

headcanons pt1

dating neil

steven meeks

baked goods with a side of poetry

a day with steven meeks

sharing comics

headcanons pt1

passing notes

the shy type

richard cameron

headcanons: pt1 pt2

todd anderson

one car over

headcanons pt1

charlie dalton

going to the movies

sharing comics

fair day

headcanons: pt1 pt2

reality tv

stick

baking memories

knox overstreet

sharing comics

headcanons pt1

the outsiders:

outsiders would say...

Haikyuu:

kentaro kytani: water bottle

tsukishima fluff

satori tendo: sweatshirt

matsukawa fluff

touch starved: oikawa, akaashi, kenma, bokuto

comforting s/o: oikawa, akaashi, kenma, bokuto

tatsuki washio: comfort king

kenma kozume: game boy

taketora yamamoto: care to share

tadashi yamaguchi: skin care

yu nishinoya: convenience store

tetsuro kuroo: ios 14

Requests: Open!

do:

dead poets society

the outsiders

character x reader (gn! male! and female!)

fluff/comfort and non explicit intimacy

headcanons/short fics

character x characters sibling (ex. neil x charlie’s sister)

don’t:

character x character

nsfw

major angst/hurt

no slanderous requests

[mauvefayette6]

could i request a charlie dalton x male reader where the reader doesnt know about the dead poets society, but bakes a lot, and follows charlie to give him something sweet and ends up finding out about them? maybe theyre already dating but nobody knows and the other poets find out bc of this? thank you so much!

Baker (Charlie Dalton x male!Reader)

It was an unusual yet a loving pairing, Charlie Dalton and (Y/n) (L/n). They were practically polar opposites in every way possible.

(Y/n) (L/n) loves to bake, usually bakes when he is stressed out or when he is excited. Contrary to the rest of the Welton population, (Y/n)'s parents actually supported this dream. He had amazing marks and could get into an amazing culinary school if be so desired to.

Charlie Dalton was the opposite in the sense that he had no care in world and no plan. His father wanted him to be a banker and so he will be one. He had no say in anything about his life, nor did he have a say in who he'll date.

(Y/n) and Charlie met one Saturday morning, it was sunny and warm not the usual Vermont weather but beautiful nonetheless.

(Y/n), with the permission of Mr. Nolan, would cook breakfast every first Saturday of the month. Which he took extremely serious and would go all out for the staff and the students who got really amazing food.

Everyone always looked forward to the first Saturday specifically because of this. Charlie Dalton got a little too excited that Saturday that his mind and body woke him up a tad bit earlier then planned.

He had no choice but begin to get ready for breakfast. He wore casual wear as it was Saturday and the Professors weren't going to yell at him for being out of uniform. He made sure he was loud enough to at least disturb a sleeping Cameron.

He walked out and towards the Dinning Hall where he'd wait. That's when he saw a very handsome (Y/n). He was standing outside the door with a grin on his face. (Y/n) looked up and noticed Charlie Dalton walking up to the breakfast.

"Early bird always catches the bird!" (Y/n) enthusiastically cheered smiling at Charlie Dalton who chuckled.

"I'm not a usual early riser, just wanted to be first in line for (Y/n)'s famous breakfast," Charlie winked.

"I'm flattered, Breakfast isn't till 8am, it's 6am?" (Y/n) questioned slightly laughing.

"Was a bit too excited, are you done making the food?" Charlie asked.

"I'm done with the three cakes, the sweet bread and the croissants," (Y/n) began. "I'm still making the eggs, the famous small burgers, and just about to make orange juice for over a hundred people!"

"You must really love this to do it unpaid," Charlie laughed.

"Baking os my favorite art, getting the chance to serve everyone and put a smile on their faces is beyond rewarding. That and this is perfect practice for me," (Y/n) shrugged smiling.

Since that day (Y/n) and Charlie became unusual friends. (Y/n) helped Charlie with homework and sometimes even let Charlie help out with the giant breakfast.

In exchange Charlie helped (Y/n) with being more sociable and soccer which (Y/n) isn't proud of saying he wasn't very good at. Charlie was far more athletic and better at talking to others.

(Y/n) slowly discovered feelings he had never felt before. He was unsure if they were always there of if Charlie changed something in him to help him realize said feelings. (Y/n) never thought about dating or having a for life companion. He thought the whole forever partner would come to him later in life.

Charlie Dalton also began to develop more than friendly feelings for (Y/n). He always knew he liked both girls, boys, and everyone in between. He knew of this but was afraid to confront the feelings. He thought it would ruin any friendship he had with anyone.

(Y/n) and Charlie were out by a lake together dipping their feet in the cold water laughing with each other.

At that very moment nothing else mattered, not the school, not the professors, not the world. It was just them two, and that was the only thing on Charlie's head.

(Y/n) was a few inches taller than Charlie which on one hand made Charlie fall more in love with him and on the other hand made him extremely jealous.

"Why are you so tall?" Charlie laughed.

"My dad's really tall, my moms a tad shorter then him," (Y/n) shrugged laughing.

Charlie smiled as he stared into (Y/n)'s eyes, (Y/n) did the same as he looked into Charlies dark brown eyes.

(Y/n) and Charlie couldn't help but lean in as their lips soon meet. It was a beautiful and long kiss as their lips synchronized with each other. Charlie rested his hand on (Y/n)'s cheek in an endearing way.

(Y/n) pulled away resting his forehead on Charlie's. They were smiling at each other as they stood in silence.

"I have never felt this way about anybody else Charlie Dalton," (Y/n) began. "But with you I feel free, I feel new."

"I feel the same way (Y/n) I adore you and hold you so dearly to my heart, as cheesy as it sounds," Charlie chuckled.

"Does this mean we are boyfriends?" (Y/n) smiled his forehead still on Charlie's.

"Yeah, but can we keep it on the low for now? You know how they treat us gay people," Charlie sighed sadly pulling away and sadly staring at the ground.

"It's okay, I was thinking the same. I don't want you getting hurt so we'll keep it a secret until the world is ready," he replied caressing Charlie's cheek and bringing him in for another kiss.

In secret they did everything, from dates far from the school, to their birthday celebration. They passed notes to each other in class and sometimes would sneak a kiss. They were sad that their relationship had to be kept quiet but at the end it was the best for them and their safety.

It was a year as they were now officially Juniors, a new student began to go to Welton. A so called Todd Anderson, Jeffery Anderson's younger brother. Charlie and his friend group befriended him which automatically meant that Todd is (Y/n)'s friend too.

Their one year anniversary was coming up as (Y/n) planned a small celebration. He spent some time baking Charlie's favorite cake and foods. They'll celebrate their anniversary near the lake in the evening, the right time in (Y/n)'s opinion.

The time arrived as (Y/n) began to bring the stuff out, of course he intended it to be a surprise. But he was more surprised seeing Charlie walk into the woods by himself. With a raised eyebrow he began to jog to him. But this seemed to make Charlie run, (Y/n) was unsure if he knew that he was behind him.

"Charlie?" (Y/n) called out. "Charlie! Babe? What are you-" He was cut off the second he saw the cave he saw Charlie enter full of Charlie's friends.

"(Y/n)?" Charlie mumbled seeing the surprise look in his friends face.

"Wrong person?" (Y/n) quickly said as he walked away from the cave but before he could Charlie stopped him.

"I think it's time that we at least tell my friends," Charlie whispered with a smile.

"Are you sure?" (Y/n) mumbled back as Charlie only nodded.

"You guys, I have to say something," Charlie took in a deep breath as he looked at his friends confused face. "As most of you know, I am bisexual. Or at least Neil knew, and (Y/n) is my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? So you two are gay?" Knox asked, "Cool."

"Yeah, why were you so worried? Aren't we in a secret poetry society?" Meeks laughed.

"Congrats, we are so happy for you," Todd who is usually quiet said smiling.

"The reaction I thought you were going to have was different. I'm so happy you guys don't absolutely hate us," Charlie laughed wiping away the tears that began to form.

"We wouldn't hate you for your preferences, we have been friends for too long!" Pitts exclaimed patting Charlie's shoulder.

"How come I didn't know you were in a secret society?" (Y/n) asked.

"It's a secret society, I also didn't know if you would be interested?" Charlie laughed.

After that (Y/n) spent a while with Charlie's friends before resuming his small surprise for their anniversary.

[masivechaos]

okayy writer’s block is here. i need you to choose the request i will be working on tonight!! (from oldest to newest)

todd anderson being insecure because he’s always compared to his big brother - requested on 10/16 (i feel like shit but i struggle to write it and don't want to post a shitty story for a req)

making charlie dalton pigtails because you wanted to braid his hair but it’s too short - requested on 10/22 (same here i'm so sorry)

being meeks’ partner and being in a play with bsf! Neil - requested on 10/22

regulus black x reader inspired by illicit affairs by ts - requested on 11/01

regulus black x reader based on vigilante shit by ts (singers au) - requested on 11/02

neil perry x male! reader where r is worried neil is cold so r gives him his scarf (aaah so cute) - requested on 11/03

lazy mornings with robin buckley - requested on 11/07 for celebration

steve Harrington learning how to play guitar for reader - requested on 11/07 for celebration

drunk! remus lupin confessing his love to ravenclaw! reader requested on 11/08

charlie dalton teaching reader how to play golf from behind - requested on 11/13 for celebration

reader helping eddie munson after the upside down (healing wounds, helping with nightmares blah blah) - requested on 11/18 for celebration

a minho fic with no plot for the moment lmao - requested on 11/23

tagging some moots that could help me lmao: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @juneberrie @sw34terw34ther @mad-elia @spideypnk @applebittenn @violetteshoneybee

[fangirl-writes]

Who/What I Write & Masterlists

Hi, I’m the writer here at fangirl-writes and this is a little masterpost/list for the fandoms and ships and people I write for. Some of them don’t have any content yet, but if you want to request a fic for said ship or person, feel free.

Requests Are Always Open, how fast I get to your request depends on how inspired I am by it and how much time I have in my personal life.

I write: X Readers, Poly Relationship X Readers, Ship Fics, Ot3 fics, Ot4 fics, etc. Friendship Fics, Fluff, Angst.

I DO NOT TAKE REQUESTS FOR: Smut (can get a little suggestive), Self-Harm, Suicide, Gore, Mental Illnesses (I don’t feel comfortable writing about what I don’t experience), Abuse, Dark Fics, Sexual Assault, Rape, Pedophilia

All X Readers Female Unless Otherwise Stated Or Requested.

I don’t do transgender reader because I do not feel I could do that justice, as I am not trans. Thank you!

If you don’t see a ship or character you want me to write for, shoot me an ask and I’ll let you know if I feel I can write for them or not!

Who/What I Will Write For:

MBAV: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Cloak and Dagger: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Queen/BoRhap: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Descendants: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Outer Banks: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: John B. Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Hayward

Girls: Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron, Cleo Anderson

Ships:

Jarah, JJPope, JJB, KieSarah, CleoPope, KieCleo, CleoSarah

Stranger Things: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Steve Harrington, Johnathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Argyle

Girls: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Ships -

Joncy, Stonathan, Stoncy, Ronance, Steddie, Jargyle, Buckingham, Mileven, Lumax, Byler, Greatwise

Teen Wolf: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Boys: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raken

Girls: Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimira, Malia Tate

Ships:

Scallison, Stydia, Sciles, Scira, Scisaac, Malira, Allydia, Thiam

Twilight: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Edward Cullen, Jacob Black, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Seth Clearwater, Embry Call, Quil Ateara, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote

Girls: Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Leah Clearwater

Ships:

Bedward, Jella, Jalice, Rosemett, Carlesme, Blackwater, Rosella, Jaspella, Balice, Jakeward, Belliciper, Jacobelaward

Dead Poets Society: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Charlie Dalton, Knox Overstreet, Steven Meeks, Gerard Pitts

Ships:

Anderperry, Cheeks, Knarlie, Mitts, Daltonperry

The Outsiders: Masterlist (not yet)

X Reader -

Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Keith “Two-Bit” Matthews, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston

Ships:

N/A

The Maze Runner: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Thomas, Newt, Minho, Frypan, Winston, Gally, Teresa, Brenda, Aris

Ships:

Newtmas, Thominho, Minewt, Thominewt, Brederesa

Merlin: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Lancelot, Guinevere, Leon, Eleon, Percival, Morgana, Mordred

Ships:

Merthur, Arwen, Mergwen, Gwencelot, Morgwen, Perwaine

Julie and the Phantoms: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (pansexual king 👑), Reggie Peters

Male Reader or Platonic only: Alex Mercer, Willie

Ships:

Juke, Willex, Ruke, Lalex, Julie x Nick

5 Seconds Of Summer: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin

Smosh: Masterlist (nope)

X Readers -

Boys: Anthony Padilla, Ian Hecox, Shayne Topp, Damien Haas, Keith Leak Jr., Noah Grossman, Chanse McCrary, Spencer Agnew

Girls: Courtney Miller, Angela Giarratana, Arasha Lalani

[futurewriter2000]

Sweet Rebels - Pt.1

A/N: So this is different and I don’t know whether to make part two or not. This is kind of not a Harry Potter fic but I am so in love with Charlie Dalton that if I don’t do this I might as well expload from my love to him. Please, please tell me what you think of this. I’m really nervous about it.

PAIRING: Charlie Dalton x reader 

TAGS:  @siriusly-loves-snuffles, @slither-in-a-half, @nadinissavage, @shadyladyperfection, @geeksareunique, @ashkuuuu, @xinyourdreamsx, @maralisa124, @loserslytherpuff, @chloe-geoghegan1, @musekala, @moonysmilkshake, @crispyfrenchfrieschrusis, @unicorn-sparkles123, @queenofravenclaw05, @redhead-weasley, @fashionlive15, @quokkatrash, @bennie-badeend, @sly-vixen-up2nogood, @rosegoldquintis , @evyiione

xx

You wouldn’t deny that going to Vermont was a bad idea. The idea of a new city, new people with accents and diverse culture... it drove you so happy that you couldn’t even stop smiling. Not for a day since you got here.

Your uncle never meant to invite you but it happened so fast that the last thing you remembered was your parents shouting “ No!” but being a rebel yourself you convinced them and you were already on a plane to America.

It passed a month and a half since you arrived. The school was going exceptionally well, even though you were from a different country... because American high school seemed too easy.

You didn’t hate it. You loved it actually and the rules weren’t as strict as in your home high school, which meant being a rebel was challenging.

Your uncle never minded the rebellion as you never rebelled to him about anything. The two of you functioned in harmony, so no fights were ever needed. He was fun, wise, smart, intelligent, funny as well and he was a great cook. He was also a teacher, who thought in Welton Academy for boys, and you always wondered how he ran his teachings.

He told you to never come to visit him as girls your age shouldn’t be allowed in this school. If the headmaster saw you, John would be in much trouble.

Today, however, he let you come because the two of you were planning a field trip to the city and if you wanted to catch the museum, you had to get an early start.

You were already walking down the halls, making your way to the playfield as one of the professors instructed you.

You walked joyfully on the playfield, seeing as your uncle was playing soccer with one of his class, all boys.

You stopped before you got close enough to get a ball to hit you. All the boys continued to yell, your uncle of course, enthusiastic about everything, yelled the loudest. “ GO! GO!” he shouted, whistle around his neck jumping off his chest as you let out a chuckle.

“ DON’T LET IT IN, CHARLIE!” one of the boys shouted, beaming at him as he tried to get the ball from one of them but couldn’t run fast enough to succeed.

And the goalie, Charlie, stood his position and was preparing himself to block the goal got distracted by the light reflecting off your watch right at his eyes, glanced up at the source and spread his eyes wide.

He kept looking in your eyes and somehow, not even realizing what he was doing. Before anybody else knew, another boy shouted his name, he turned his head and was faced with a ball flying at his head.

Your uncle quickly ran to him, as well as the other of his classmates. “ You alright, Dalton?” asked Mr. Keating as he leaned over Charlie.

“ Never better.” Charlie smiled broadly before sitting up and looking at you chuckling at the scene. “ Who’s the girl?” he asked and all the boys turned where he was staring.

As you saw them all turn, you stopped chuckling and waved at them.

Mr. Keating smiled, chuckling as well before pulling Charlie on his feet and patting him on the back. “ That’s my niece, completely off boundaries.” he smiled backing away and making his way towards you. “ Class dismissed!” he shouted and looked at you, grinning. “ You just couldn’t wait by the car.”

“ I was curious.” you winked and started walking alongside him.

��� Know that hormonal, teenage boys surrounded by only male population won’t forget you that quickly, (y/n).” your uncle chuckled.

“ Well, I hope not. I didn’t dress this well to be forgotten.”

---

The next time you saw another of Wellton’s boys was at a house party. You were the new girl, rebellious, gorgeous and foreign. You were friends with the most popular students in your school, so being invited to a party was sort of weekly thing.

Though there was a new face in the crowd and you just knew he was familiar.

“ To Mutt!” one of the jocks shouted, making you roll your eyes as they took a shot.

You saw the expression on the poor guy, feeling slightly sorry for him being forced to take shots like that.

“ To the mighty Mutt!” he shouted again and another shot was taken.

Nobody wears fancy clothes to a party...and he looked so familiar... you kept wondering at the corner before finally deciding to go up and talk to him. The jocks left and that gave you the perfect opportunity to talk to the familiar guy.

“ You’re not from around here, are you?” you smiled, leaning on the counter.

He looked at you, eyes wide and gulping down another shot.

“ Here...” you took the cup from his hand and offered him another one, filled with water. “ I know I’m kind of lame but water is your best friend at parties like this.” you smiled and he took a sip of water, returning the gesture.

“ Thanks.”

“ No worries.” you kept smiling, your curiosity getting the better of you. “ So, fancy pants, have we met because I swear I saw you somewhere but can’t put my finger on it?”

He chuckled, looking away for a moment before looking back up at you. “ Uh, yeah. I remember you.” he smiled. “ You might remember me in soccer shorts and a ball.”

“ OF COURSE!” you laughed, finally remembering the familiar face. “ Wellton.”

“ Hah!  Yeah.” he laughed as well. “ Couldn’t quite forget the only girl that stepped foot in that school. Especially, Charlie. He couldn’t stop dreaming of you.”

“ The goalie?” you smiled.

“ Yup. That’s the one.” he reassured, pouring himself a beer in his cup.

“ Well, it was nice meeting you....”

“ Knox.” he offered you his hand. “ Knox Overstreet.”

“ Nice meeting you Knox Overstreet. I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).” you introduced as well. “ And if you’re looking for a pretty blonde girl named Chris...she’s just around the corner, living room.” you smiled before walking away and searching for your friends.

---

“ Meeting. Tonight?” whispered Neil as he sat down next to his friends, holding on to some chemistry books.

They nodded, looking around if anybody saw them whispering. “ I’ve been thinking to bring my baby with us.” grinned Charlie.

“ Your what?” asked Meeks, furrowing his eyebrows at him.

“ His saxophone.” Cameron rolled his eyes. “ His “baby” .”

“ Why don’t you rather take Keating’s niece?” smirked Knox. “ (y/n).” he cooed, making everybody stare at him.

“ How do you know her name?” asked Neil, grinning.

“ Yeah, Knoxie. How DO you know her name?” asked Charlie more seriously.

“ I met her at a party last night. Quite friendly.” Knox stretched his smirk into a grin, leaning back on his seat.

“ How friendly exactly?” asked Cameron, smirking curiously at him while everybody watched.

“ Not that friendly. I still got my eyes on Chris but she gave me her number soooo...”

“ So invite her to the meeting!” Charlie cut in aggressively.

“ Charlie!” whispered Neil. “ We can’t just invite random girls to our meetings.”

“ Neil...have you seen her.” Charlie stated the obvious.

“ Charlie’s right. Have you SEEN her?” grinned Knox.

Everybody looked at Neil as if looking for his permission though they didn’t need it. “ Fine.” he sighed.

---

Knox turned the number and waited for you to answer on the other side. The boys kept staring at him intensively, hearing each ring as it came from the payphone.

“ Hello?” you sounded cheery, unusual after a night of partying.

“ He-Hey, (y/n). It’s Knox. Knox Overstreet. From last-”

“ Last night, yeah. I remember you Knox Overstreet.” you smiled, which Knox could tell from the sound of your voice. “ What’s up?”

“ I’ve been thinking...well, I’..I..” he stammered, not knowing how to start this conversation. “ Well, firstly I want to thank you for stopping me last night before I had too many and getting me out of the trouble.” he smiled while Charlie rolled his eyes, grabbing the payphone and shoving Knox away.

“ Hello, darling. This is Charlie Dalton, also known as Nuwanda.”

“ The goalie who couldn’t stop dreaming of me.” you teased, making Charlie flush and look up at Knox who was quietly laughing under his breath.

“ Yeah...that goalie,” he spoke through his gritted teeth as he kept glaring at Knox. “ So, we’ve been thinking if you want to join Knox and me, and my other friends as well, to a meeting?”

“ A meeting?” you quivered. “ What kind of meeting?”

“ You’ll just have to come and see.” he grinned, not even letting you speak first. “ The cave beyond the stream. If you’d like I can escort you there myself-”

“ No need. I know where it is.” you cut in. “ Name the time.”

“ After ten pm. Don’t disappoint me, love.”

[soontobeadeadpoet]

when you started at the prestigious boys school, welton academy, you never guessed you would be skipping a class. let alone skipping a class to make out with the insufferable charlie dalton.

charlie was nothing but charismatic to the point it almost annoyed you yet you couldn't help but fall in love and now here you were. the two of you were crammed into an old storage closet, your back continued to bump into the shelf as charlie pushed you against it, his lips had captured yours in a passionate frenzy. his hands gripped your hips as you ran your own through his brunette locks. his lips fit to yours in such a perfect way as you pushed him back to take a much needed breath much to charlie's dismay. he couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips as he looked down at your flushed face. his fingers snaked along your sides, tickling you gently. the action caused you to tense, pulling a laugh from your lips. it was one of charlie's favorite sounds and god help if the two of you got caught because they'd have to pry charlie away from you.

[soontobeadeadpoet]

charlie dalton bites.

not in a mean or aggressive way; it's playful and affectionate. he doesn't even realize this about himself until he finally gets a boyfriend and suddenly he's giving small bites to your neck. when questioned he just kinda giggles about it but he knows you love it.

[unhappycylinder]

I have another idea for Charlie Dalton👀

Reader gets detention for falling asleep in class and yk... the paddle from that scene. He's trying not to sit down and when the boys are in the shower changing after PE, Charlie notices some of the marks and he gets PISSED 👀

oooooh you know I loved cooking this up! Enjoy my dears!

--

Paddle Charlie Dalton x reader (no gender specified, implied male!reader)

wc: 1k

warnings: spanking i guess (not in a fun way)?

Eight hits from the paddle had you waddling down the hallway, hips struggling to place one foot in front of the other, hands aimlessly grasping at the air in front of you for some support. You muttered curses under your breath as you made your way to your next class, which you would undoubtedly be late for. 

Eight hits and for what? Falling asleep during trigonometry? Nowhere in your mind could you find how that would necessitate eight hits…but that wasn’t your decision…that was up to Mr. Nolan.

Keating’s class was now right in front of you, your friends visible through the small window in the door, all laughing and enjoying the lecture from your favorite teacher. They couldn’t know. You couldn’t tell them about the paddling. You needed to play it cool.

Stepping into the classroom, a sheepish smile falsely plastered on your face, you found your seat at the back of the room next to Charlie. He wouldn’t tell you, but as your roommate and best friend, he sensed something was up, and not just because it took you a good 20 seconds to sit down.

“What page are we on?” You whispered to Charlie, leaning over, feigning normalcy.

“197,” he chirped, “you okay Y/L/N, you look like you saw a ghost?”

You chuckle, color returning to your cheeks in response to his confrontation, “if you count Nolan as a ghost, then yes I did”

Charlie laughs, catching Keating’s attention. He simply nods to the teacher, gaze returning to his book. Through his concentration, however, you caught a small smirk growing on the lips of your best friend.

The day’s lecture, regardless of the level of inspiration or interest you could have pulled from it, was entirely lost in the burning sensation that emanated through your body at the pressure of your weight on the seat beneath you. And to make matters worse, the next class was soccer practice with Mr. Keating.

–

You had managed to keep yourself together all through the walk from class to the bathrooms, electing to change in a stall by yourself rather than in the locker room. You had covered your wounds, which was now a mess of bloody bruises, with a new pair of white underwear under your gym shorts, praying to god nothing would bleed through.

The friction of your skin against the shorts while you ran was enough to make tears brim at your eyes with each stride, the stickiness of the blood taking your attention from the game and focusing it on your butt, which throbbed with pain. 

After two excruciating hours, practice was over, and you hobbled behind your friends as you made your way to the locker room. Once inside, the Dead Poets began washing themselves off as normal, taking turns in the showers and at the sinks as they cleaned themselves up for the night, yet you hung back, afraid to show them the marks on your body. 

Sweat brimmed at your hairline as you gently slipped off your shirt, eyes catching Charlie’s as he showered in the stall across from you. He turned around, running his hands through his hair one final time, an opportunity which you took to remove your pants while he wasn’t looking. The lukewarm water from the showerhead above you stung like needles as it hit your bruised skin, the liquid working to wash away the sticky, sweaty mess that had covered the skin of your butt. You couldn’t help but let a gasp escape your lips, hand quickly coming to clutch your mouth as the other found the wall next to you, bracing yourself.

“Y/n what the hell is that?” Charlie’s voice was muffled, the pain having clogged your ears.

“Y/n?” his voice was louder, this time full of anger. Your eyes opened to find him, Charlie, standing in the shower stall with you, white towel tied lowly on his frame as a concerned hand grabbed your shoulder a little harder than it usually would.

“What?” You gasped, tears mixing with the water which fell from above your head.

“What happened?” He spun you around, his eyes tracing down your frame to your butt, where blood joined the water as it flowed to the ground.

“Um,” you hesitated, hot tears becoming more noticeable through the water, “Nolan,” you croaked out.

“Nolan did this?” Charlie fumed, his fingers digging into your shoulder, “how many times did he hit you?”

“Eight”

“What?”

“Eight…he hit me eight times Charlie,” you hung your head, shame filling your body.

“He hit you eight times,” he paused, “and you still went to soccer? And class? And didn’t think to say a damn thing?” His eyes searched yours, a mix of worry and anger behind his usually soft gaze.

“Yeah” was all you managed to say before Charlie took his hand off yours and slammed it into the shower wall, the vibration reverberating around the room. 

“Dammit Y/n,” he yelled at you, running his hands through his hair, “you need to fucking take care of yourself, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” you cried harder, ashamed of yourself. Charlie’s eyes found yours again, this time full of remorse.

“No, hey,” his hands gently cupped the sides of your face, “no no, don’t apologize. I’m sorry I yelled…I’m just so pissed at Nolan! It’s not your fault….just next time please for the love of god tell me about this before you hurt yourself more, okay?”

You nodded, resting your forehead against Charlie’s as you let your tears flow, finally letting the pain and emotions of the day go. 

Finishing your shower, you let Charlie help you clean yourself up and bandage the cuts on your body, laughing through the embarrassment of it all together. He walked you back to your shared dorm, letting you use him for support whenever you needed, and making you promise to never hide your pain from him again.

[unhappycylinder]

Masterlist

Top Gun

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

Saunter Working as Viper's assistant, you see a new set of hot-shot pilots every six weeks, but one in particular happens to catch your eye...

Take Care of Yourself, Okay? When Y/n’s heart breaks under the weight of loving a man always just out of reach, she’s ready to walk away — until Nick shows up on her doorstep on Christmas Eve, begging for one last chance to make things right.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Gonna Be Trouble you meet Hangman at an airshow while on a break from college. Will your careers draw you apart or will your love for each other bring you together? ONGOING

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Masters of the Air

Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal

My Lucky Charm (Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal x Reader) As a flight mechanic, its your job to keep the planes in tip-top condition for the boys, one of whom seems to have his eye on you

Dead Poets Society

Charlie Dalton

Sonorous (Charlie Dalton x Fem!Overstreet!Reader) Falling for your brother's best friend was the last thing you intended to do...but he was just too charming

No Unreturned Love (Charlie Dalton x Male!Reader) Charlie's feelings were mutual after all

Paddle (Charlie Dalton x gn!Reader) Mr. Nolan's ruthless punishments have you seeking comfort from your friend Charlie

First Kiss (Charlie Dalton x fem!Reader) You find out your first kiss back in Elementary school was with one of your best friends

Steven Meeks

Steven Meeks x Fem!Reader A game among friends to beat the summer heat leads to an accidental intimate moment between you and Meeks.

Stranger Things

Hellfire’s Newest Member (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)   The new girl at Hawkin’s high catches the eye of Eddie, and her affinity for DnD makes her the girl of his dreams.

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

[heliads]

Just out of curiosity, do you have a list of upcoming fics?

i do! these are the fics i have scheduled to come out:

requests:

7/16: carlos sainz x reader (reader is shy)

7/19: thorin oakenshield x reader (reader is a fairy and on the quest, fae i am obsessed with your mind)

7/22: goodnight robicheaux x reader (reader is a witch (!) and fights)

7/25: ben florian x reader (soulmates au where negative things you think about yourself are written on the skin of your soulmate)

7/28: charlie dalton x male!reader (headcanons for charlie realizing he likes guys)

7/31: peter pevensie x reader (peter and reader are trapped in a cave after a battle, reader is injured, they await rescue)

8/3: kaz brekker x reader (reader is a historian with knowledge of a location kaz needs for a job, but kaz develops feelings ! !)

8/6: thomas x reader (thomas has magic! in the maze he has magic!)

8/9: kaz brekker x reader (reader joins the dregs to save her little sister but kaz sees this as a prime opportunity for a resurgence of his brother trauma)

8/12: regulus black x potter!reader (they fake their deaths together and go on a horcrux destroying quest)

8/15: darkling x reader (soulmates au)

8/18: andrew garfield peter parker x reader (reader is a former hydra experiment with wings, now an avenger)

8/21: alina starkov x reader (healing from trauma after ruin and rising)

8/24: theo raeken x reader (theo confesses his feelings but reader has the distinct memory of when he tried to kill them all)

8/27: nikolai lantsov x reader (reader was on sturmhond's crew but anti monarchy so they cannot date !)

8/30: katniss everdeen x reader (reader is haymitch's daughter)

9/2: inej ghafa x reader (dirtyhands gets sick of the constant pining and uses the ol kazzle dazzle to get them together)

9/5: namor x reader (reader is a daughter of hecate)

9/8: nina zenik x reader (spies in fjerda!! but with love!!)

9/11: platonic natasha trace x reader (reader is a country singer and supported by the dagger squad)

9/14: charles leclerc x carlos sainz (soulmates au)

author's privilege non requests:

9/17: tom holland peter parker x reader (au where the avengers have strange cast a spell on all of them so no one remembers the real identities of the avengers after the disaster that was spiderman no way home, this is v convoluted but trust me it will hit)

9/20: lewis hamilton x reader (childhood best friends to potential of rivals to lovers)

[heliads]

requests are open again!

so so excited. the time has finally come! fic requests will close when my queue is full two months in advance. i will keep an updated list with the requests taken so that you know how many spaces exist in the queue, and that list will be in this post under the read more tab.

a few things to consider before we start:

i will not be posting as frequently. as you may have seen from recent posts, my writing motivation has gone down a lot. this is due to school stress etc but also due to the lack of interaction (i.e. likes but no reblogs or comments). i'm not writing for notes only, but when i spend 45 mins on one fic and everybody just ignores it, it makes me not want to write anymore. the new posting schedule will be every three days instead of every two.

this timing change means that fewer requests will be taken before requests close. i am aware that requests are closed like 95% of the time. i am literally just some guy and i have limits. i cannot write all of the time.

fewer requests taken means i will be more specific about which requests i take. if you want a higher chance of your request being taken, please follow my rules and check my masterlist to make sure your request hasn't already been written. please just treat me with respect xoxo

there are more fandoms!! since requests were last open, my semester ended so i've had the chance to catch up on some tv, thankfully. i've now finished f1: drive to survive, the second season of bridgerton, and the first season of the originals. will keep you updated as i watch more things haha

thank you all so much for your continued support!! can't wait to hear your fic ideas >33

xoxo, lisa

fics in the queue:

7/7: brocedes angst

7/9: peter pan x reader (dreams as a plot device to take reader to neverland but mainly create problems)

7/11: leclerc!reader x carlos sainz (this one is going to be so good...)

7/13: four x reader (there is jealousy in dauntless)

7/16: carlos sainz x reader (reader is shy)

7/19: thorin oakenshield x reader (reader is a fairy and on the quest, fae i am obsessed with your mind)

7/22: goodnight robicheaux x reader (reader is a witch (!) and fights)

7/25: ben florian x reader (soulmates au where negative things you think about yourself are written on the skin of your soulmate)

7/28: charlie dalton x male!reader (headcanons for charlie realizing he likes guys)

7/31: peter pevensie x reader (peter and reader are trapped in a cave after a battle, reader is injured, they await rescue)

8/3: kaz brekker x reader (reader is a historian with knowledge of a location kaz needs for a job, but kaz develops feelings ! !)

8/6: thomas x reader (thomas has magic! in the maze he has magic!)

8/9: kaz brekker x reader (reader joins the dregs to save her little sister but kaz sees this as a prime opportunity for a resurgence of his brother trauma)

8/12: regulus black x potter!reader (they fake their deaths together and go on a horcrux destroying quest)

8/15: darkling x reader (soulmates au)

8/18: andrew garfield peter parker x reader (reader is a former hydra experiment with wings, now an avenger)

8/21: alina starkov x reader (healing from trauma after ruin and rising)

8/24: theo raeken x reader (theo confesses his feelings but reader has the distinct memory of when he tried to kill them all)

8/27: nikolai lantsov x reader (reader was on sturmhond's crew but anti monarchy so they cannot date !)

8/30: katniss everdeen x reader (reader is haymitch's daughter)

9/2: inej ghafa x reader (dirtyhands gets sick of the constant pining and uses the ol kazzle dazzle to get them together)

9/5: namor x reader (reader is a daughter of hecate)

9/8: nina zenik x reader (spies in fjerda!! but with love!!)

9/11: platonic natasha trace x reader (reader is a country singer and supported by the dagger squad)