#dead poets fic

[ash5monster01]

feeling down rn after seeing my best friend from middle school hanging out with other two girls i personally knew from college so maybe a fic where charlie realizes that he and his childhood friend are slowly drifting apart? (idk if u ever received a req like this so i apologize if u did ash)

Not The Same

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, minor language, mentions of teasing, slight jealousy, heavy attraction

Summary: When Charlie returns home after being expelled he has no hope left for anything in life, that is until he spots you outside his window.

word count: 1k

Masterlist

It was a weird thing. This sinking feeling in Charlie’s gut when he sees you across the street. Laughing at something two boys said with your books clutched tightly to your chest. It had been a long time since you laughed at anything he said like that. It was weird because he had once felt burdened by you. Two neighbor kids forced together and yeah, you were his best friend, but not by choice. So why was he suddenly jealous that you were not as close to him anymore but seemingly close with two other boys.

He really had no right, drifting from you the moment he started going to Welton. The friendship growing further and further apart. Now he only saw you briefly in the summer. Passing waves and stolen glances. Maybe a family barbecue or two. Now he knew nothing about you and that fact hit him like a ton of bricks. Especially now that he was home for an undecided amount of time. Taken away from all his friends just to realize he didn’t have anymore here either.

It shouldn't of hit him as hard as it did, he had planned to wallow in self pity, stay locked away tightly in his room. Instead he was attached to his bedroom window, eyes constantly searching for even just a glimpse of you. With how lonley he felt, it was the only thing he found comfort in, a warmth in your smile. Memories flashing of all the times he had teased you until you wailed for him to stop. All those years of finding you annoying but not understanding why he always wanted to be with you.

Suddenly when the two boys begin to walk away, Charlie leaps from his spot and barrels down the town house stairs. He’s not sure why, especially when he rushes through the door into the frigid cold without a jacket. You don’t even see him when he shuffles towards you still in his house shoes. It isn’t until he calls your name in a desperate plea do you turn to face him. Your face is tinted red from the chill or the aftermath of a blush from the two boys. Either way Charlie wonders if you have always been this beautiful.

“Charlie Dalton, what are you doing here?” you can’t help but ask, books pressed tightly to your chest and fingers tucked delicately into some mittens your mother had knit.

“Home for the holidays” he rushes out quickly, feeling a bit like a fool and embarrassed admitting he was kicked out of school. You snort at the boy, a soft shake of your head as you look at him.

“Isn’t it a bit early for that?” you ask, knowing more about the boy than you seemed to recall. Charlie had always been an after thought, especially when he went to Welton. Now standing in front of you was a handsome man with a boyish grin. It takes everything in you to remember if he was this handsome last summer.

“Finished my exams early” Charlie shrugs which is untrue but the ease he feels in his heart even talking to you stops him from being honest. It’s the first time he’s ever wished he hadn’t drifted away from you.

“Well it’s good to see you. Get inside before you freeze” you nod your head towards the house beside your own but Charlie isn’t cold. In fact this was the warmest he had felt since the night he had found out about Neil.

“Can we hang out?” he asks, voice hopeful and somewhat pleading. He would rather stand here and freeze if it meant being close to you again.

“Charlie we haven’t hung out since we were ten” you chuckle, amused and trying to understand the sudden proximity to the boy. What you couldn’t describe was the urge to say yes and hang out with him too.

“Eleven actually” and you roll your eyes at the relentless boy who hasn’t changed since you were kids. The same old Charlie, just grown.

“Either way you hated hanging out with me. You ripped the heads off my dolls and shoved me in the dirt any chance you got” you tell him and Charlie blushes because he knows it’s all true. Yet now he also knew it was the only way he was able to process his feelings towards you when he was a young and immature boy.

“Who’s to say I still will? I doubt you have any dolls now and I haven’t shoved you yet. There’s a perfectly good snow bank right here begging for it” Charlie points to the pile of freshly plowed snow against the sidewalk and you can’t help the belly laugh that leaves you.

“You haven’t changed at all” you say more as a statement and Charlie’s eyes bore into you as he waits for an answer to his hanging question.

“So about hanging out?” he tries again and you shake your head, a wide smile across your face as you look at the boy you once praised God for getting rid of. Yet now he stands in front of you a man, different from the boy you once drifted away from and wondered why it made you so sad.

“Sure, we can hangout, but the second you pull my hair or call me a mean name I’m leaving” and Charlie breaks out into a full on grin before holding a hand out to you.

“Deal” he says and you chuckle before putting your mitten covered hand into his own. The second you touch you can’t deny the butterflies that erupt in your stomach. When it dawns on you that it hadn’t even been skin on skin contact you realize you’re in deep shit. No longer prone to the charms of Charlie Dalton. Very close to crossing the line of having feelings for the annoyingly cocky boy. So you shouldn’t say it, but you do anyway.

“Deal”

[ricochetyears]

really love the idea of regulus being oh so mean and cold and detached in his human form but a cutie patootie in his animagus form (little kitty). like he just curls on james’ lap and purrs and meows and licks his cheeks and bites him gently and nudges him with his rosy little nose and

[damian-lil-babybat]

'Dead Poets Society' gang

Headcanon that these four drop poetry and literature quotes on their conversations unprompted.

Jason 'English-major-I-only-visit-the-manor-for-the-library' Todd-Wayne

Damian 'I-master-liberal-arts-unlike-you-plebs-PHD-holder' al Ghul-Wayne

Cassandra 'I-learn-English-thru-Shakespeare-as-god-intended' Cain-Wayne

Duke 'only-title-holder-of-vigilante-poet-and-will-cuss-you-just-as-poetically' Thomas-(future) Wayne

[octaviasdread]

Thinking about Carpe Diem and the cinematography of falling leaves to falling snow.

Seasons as cyclical as generations. It's tapestries and banners. It’s photographs on the wall. A structure, a system; tradition in the bones of buildings and boys.

There's a choice to be made - Nolan's hollow, ceremonial Light of Knowledge, or Neil's scavenged, man-made God of the Cave?

They’re children living for the future through a lens of past. Fireside stories embraced by woodland caves. They chant, dance, and recite from a sacred book - the heirloom they claim from a father they chose.

The window is finally open, but time froze at Welton lake. Forever winter. Forever youth. A moment in time, a feeling, a community turned to dust.

It's all so fleeting. Carpe Diem. Teenage years, childhood, a lifetime in three months. It’s a tragedy of classical epics.

The tale is old, but this wound is fresh. Falling to your knees. Shouting at the sky, praying and wailing, and clutching at the earth.

But the snow never stops.

Spring is up to us.

[everythingisawayoflife]

writing a final paper on dead poets society for my film class and my page limit is THREE?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CANNOT DELVE INTO THE QUEER SUBTEXT OF NEIL AND TODD’S RELATIONSHIP AND THE PARALLELS OF NEIL’S DEATH TO THE PASSION OF CHRIST BUT ALSO MAYBE JUDAS ISCARIOT’S DEATH??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DON’T HAVE ROOM TO DISCUSS THE CHRISTIAN IMAGERY??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CANNOT FURTHER DELVE INTO THE TRAGEDY OF NEIL’S DEATH AND THE IMPACT IT HAS ON EVERYONE AROUND HIM???

i need a Cigarette.

somebody let me write this essay. pleak.

[perksofbeingpoet]

and how lucky is todd, how lucky to have found a home in other people's hearts.

knox comes in without knocking, two t-shirts thrown over one of his arms like a waiter in a posh restaurant, the seams soft and worn. "you said you like this colour", he smiles, sitting down on todd's bed because it's no big deal, because he's comfortable enough, "and i think we have the same size."

they're sitting over a trig assignment, the tips of their hair brushing as they lean in close over the paper. meeks is frowning, exhaustion and frustration pulling at his eyebrows. "maybe it's- it-", todd starts, but the words clump in his throat and he's not that good at maths anyway. meeks smiles, a reassuring warmth in his eyes like dawn fog in summer. "no, go on."

charlie is laughing, laughing in a very big way because that's the only sort of laughter he's capable of - clutching his sides and doubling over, blindly grabbing at a street lamp for support. "you know", he says finally, wiping his eyes, his words slurred from drunken laughter, "you're way funnier than you give yourself credit for."

cameron drags his shirt over his head, already running, and todd is trying to catch up. warm, peagreen grass tickles his feet as he races down the short stretch of hill, throwing his shirt on top of cameron's which is already crumpled up by the peer. cameron yells "first!" and sputters lake water when todd jumps in after him, laughing, wet-haired.

"c'mon, one more sip." todd shuts his eyes and shakes his head, his exasperated chuckle doing nothing to hide the heat in his cheeks. "this is silly, you don't have to do this." pitts rolls his eyes and waves the spoon like a weapon until todd nods and lets pitts feed him another sip. "if this is the only way we'll get some food into you when you're sick, i'm ready to commit. now come on, there's still half a bowl of soup left."

[smth-intheway]

I have no inspiration so here we go for another meme.

[forourmoonyyy]

“My favourite trope is someone who believes they’re hard to love and someone who loves them like breathing”

Just say wolfstar damn

[inahallucination]

my favorite moment between anderperry is when neil asks todd to join and todd rejects it becuz he says that he can't talk/read the poems and instead of being like 'well just try it out' neil goes out of his way to ask the other members if todd can join WITHOUT READING

ITS SUCH AN AMAZING MOMENT

becuz like neil is obviously pushing todd into trying something new and taking a chance, but he's still understanding of how todd feels;;; like he's still so considerate

todd says he cant join becuz he cant read; he doesn't say he doesn't want to becuz of the other members or becuz of any real reason outside of that; and neil finds a way for him to be able to join the other poets and hang out with them, and be friends, and be a part of something, without forcing him to change himself

its why that deleted scene of him reading a poem was so important -- becuz he made the choice!! that was him!! he chose to read it!!! neil just opened the door for him to be comfortable -- neil just showed him it was possible to be a part of something, to have friends, to be happy, without changing who he was and THAT was what allowed him to grow into himself

its why i think neil had a bigger influence than keating becuz yeah keating gave him that push during class; but neil gave a solid support/path to be better; there wasn't any pressure on him, if he didn't speak, the poets wouldn't care, neil wouldn't care;;; but if he chose to, they'd listen

[summerchlds]

I KNOW YOU

Neil Perry x gn! reader

Synopsis: In which you and Neil end up in a vintage photobooth.

An: Hello!! This is my first post on this account so I apologize if this sounds like shit😭 Also!! English is not my first language and I’ve never stepped foot into a Photo Booth so if I wrote something wrong then that’s on me🫡🫡

💌

When you two entered through the curtain and into the booth, You found it to be particularly small, barely big enough for the two of you to fit inside. It was kind of dark, the walls were maroon colored and the only thing there was in there was a built-in camera in the wall and a bench to sit down on so it was kind of empty (besides the scribbles and notes people had written down on the walls that the owners were too lazy to remove). You’ve both never seen or been in a Photo Booth before, not having a single clue on how it exactly worked, fearing that you’d accidentally break something.

“It’s quite cramped in here, isn’t it?” He teased softly, being fully aware of the amount of space you two had. You nodded, breathing out a faint ‘yeah’ under your breath. You tried to make yourself sit comfortably, but it was kind of hard when the side of your body was stuck glued beside his as your other half was against the wall.

Neil leaned down slightly.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked softly, his voice husky as he looked you up and down with a small smile. You once again nodded, not wanting to burden him. It was fine. Afterall, you couldn’t do anything about it. Neil turned his head back to the camera, looking clueless.

“Does it even work?” Neil asked as his brows furrowed.

“I hope so.” You responded, feeling hopeful. There was a button sticking out underneath the camera lens.

“I think this button starts the camera and countdown.” He said, unsure.

Neil reached slightly up to press it, unsure if it was the right thing to do. Thankfully, the lightbulb that hung above us, slowly lit up, triggering the timer countdown for the first picture. As the countdown went, You both realized that you had to act fast if you wanted the pictures to turn out good. You had no idea how many seconds you were given, could’ve been ten seconds or thirty if this machine was nice enough.

“What should we do?” You asked, a little panicky.

“Just smile!” He said quickly, leaning back a little against the wall. You took this opportunity to lean a little closer to the camera as you smiled nervously. You didn’t have that many high hopes for the first picture, just wanting the first picture to show you two smiling as a start. You posed awkwardly for a few seconds before the camera’s flash unexpectedly came on.

The bright flash blinded both of you, causing Neil and you to let out a small groan of discomfort as you both rubbed your eyes. Neil leaned back up beside you as he tried to blink away the spots in his vision, adjusting to the sudden change of light.

Now it was time to think of a new pose to do. Without thinking, you shifted yourself to lean your head towards him as you, again, smiled at the camera. You weren’t expecting for him to do the same though, but he did. Your heads linked together as you both smiled sweetly and the camera clicked once again.

You two pulled apart, feeling the warmthness of his cheek leave yours as you tried to figure out what pose you were going to do next. Neil seemed to have no problem with this whole thing, just freestyling everything. Maybe it was because you knew he would look good in any pose he chose to do.

You suggested to him that you two could make funny faces, just to humorize the photos. He didn’t say anything, let alone move as you got into your position, scrunching up your nose as you smiled mischievously. You awkwardly waited for the photo to be taken as you watched Neil from your peripheral vision. He turned his head towards you and just stayed there, watching you. His gaze seemed to burn a path through you.

You wanted to turn your head to face him but you’d have to wait until the picture would get taken.

When the flash finally covered the whole booth for just a split second before disappearing again, the light above you dimmed, signaling for you two to exit the booth, but you didn't, you stayed there as if you were expecting something more to happen. You turned your head immediately to see what was the problem. You were planning to ask him ‘why didn’t you pose?’ or ‘is there something on my face?’ but when you turned to him, you realized how close your faces were. And suddenly, your mind became blank. He stared down at you with a feeling of undeniable adoration in his brown eyes as he watched you almost hungrily. There was a tender, fond adoration flickering in his eyes, the way it often did in private moments like this. The warmth and affection in his expression made you feel vulnerable and cherized at the same time. His eyes seemed to take in every little detail, capturing it and piercing it into his mind, afraid to lose the memory of how you looked like, in case you two would in the future pull apart and never see each other again. His expression was soft and full of warmth, as if he found every little thing about you utterly mesmerizing.

“What?” You muttered quietly, already feeling yourself getting lost in his eyes. Oh how you could stare into them for hours on end.

“What?” Neil asked in return, his voice low and warm, tinged with a hint of amusement. In the midst of darkness, you could see a speck of light reflecting on his eyes from outside the curtain where the streetlight resided. You felt his breath from his open mouth hit your face as it made you realize how close your faces have gotten.

“May I kiss you?” He softly whispered against your lips, glancing down at them for a split second before returning his gaze up at you.

You opened your mouth, again and again to try and get something out but your voice had given up on you so you just nodded eagerly instead. He leaned down and closed his eyes, pressing his lips gently against yours. His hand travelled to your face, placing it on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You reciprocated and held his cheek, your thumb grazing his sharp cheekbone. The kiss was short but sweet, only lasting a couple of seconds before he pulled away, exhaling ever so slightly as he looked breathlessly at you. You couldn’t help but let out a cheeky grin that spread over your red face, which caused Neil to laugh at you.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

You walked out of the booth as you watched Neil pick up the pictures that were printed out and examined them. He had a cheeky smile on his face as he looked down on them, making you curious.

“Let me see.” You said and he handed you the strip. Without saying anything, you took it from him and looked at it closely. There were four black & white photos of you two stacked on top of each other, doing various poses for each one. The first photo though, caught your eye. It looked fine at first, you saw yourself smiling and narrowed your eyes to Neil.

His mouth was pulled into a wide smile which showed off his gleaming teeth and dimples. He looked adorable. Though unbeknownst to you, you saw his hand positioned behind your head, creating a bunny ears gesture, making you look like a fool.

When you realized this, you playfully hit his arm as a form of payback. He pulled up his hand to caress the spot where you hit him at, pretending to look hurt as he couldn’t help holding in his laugh.

“I just couldn’t help myself, I had to!” He said between laughs.

You didn’t want to give in but eventually did, giggling along with him.

Besides, you knew you were going to keep these photos in your dorm as a memory, even if they didn’t turn out perfect, they were special.

(After all, no one but you and Neil would fully know what happened after the fourth photo was taken.)

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Neil definitely took Todd's messed up poems out of the trash and hid them under his mattress after reading them because they were a treasure to him. He didn't mention them to anyone and swore that he'd take the "bad" poems home with him over the summer.

They weren't bad, not in his eyes. How could they be? Todd made them. Anything Todd made was absolutely amazing. So that's why he kept them. And when Todd was in the bathroom or down the hall, Neil would take these poems out and read them.

He loved every single one of them. He loved seeing Todd's work before Todd could perfect it. It was like seeing a new side of him. It made him love the other boy even more.

When Neil died, Todd found Neil's bed stripped. He had still not accepted his friend's death, but it didn't matter because no asked him, it already was sealed.

The curious thing though, was that when the bed was stripped, Neil's collection of Todd's poetry was found and thrown away in the same trash where he originally found it. And when Todd went to throw away another piece he'd failed at making, he saw his own crumpled work from months before staring back at him.

He was confused. He had thrown those out months ago, but what was it doing here? He threw them out because they were terrible and his work was worth nothing, not even a penny. If Neil was here, he'd tell him otherwise. If Neil was here, he'd be holding up the papers before Todd could throw them out and say something along the lines of "Todd, this is amazing. You are amazing! Your work, it's fabulous! I want to perform it some day" but then Todd would still throw it out.

Had Neil kept them? Every mistake he made? Every crumpled up price of trash?

Todd fell to his knees. Neil, the one person with true belief in him, was dead. If only he listened to Neil, if he saved his work and shared it. If he had talked to Neil more and helped him-

Todd was sobbing and pulling at his hair, gagging on his own spit. He tried muttering an apology, he wasn't sure if it was to his old work or Neil's ghost, but either way, he was blabbering his sorries.

If they had had more time, they could have talked about this, but they can't. Neil is dead. Gone. Never coming back. So no, they couldn't talk about this.

Instead, Todd would stay a crying mess, sobbing sorries until Charlie found him and helped him up.

[ash5monster01]

Are you taking any requests? If you are, may I please have one of Charlie and the reader cuddling in bed in the morning? Like just something cute and fluffy? Thank you!

What I Always Wanted

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, sickeningly sweet, established relationship, allusions to smut (barely), cheesy

Summary: Waking up in Charlie’s arms you realize there’s no other place on earth you’d rather be.

word count: 600+

Masterlist

There was once a time you thought you’d never be content. The world didn’t move fast enough for you, always wanting to be onto the next thing. It started with prep school, eager to be into college, and with college it was eager to be in the real world. You figured you’d never sit still, never stay in a moment, because whatever came next had to be better, right?

That is until now, when you’re woken up the sunlight shining in through the window. It’s still open from the night before, a soft breeze waving the curtains slowly. As reality seeps in the large and warm arms tighten around your form, pulling you closer into their warmth. It’s then a smile crosses your face, the gentle man still sleeping soundly against you and holding you close. You realize there is nothing pulling you from this moment, nothing else to look forward too.

Every other moment you had rushed through in your life had been leading to this one. The big one, the time of life you were the happiest. So you roll over in his embrace, smiling when you see his soft chestnut locks sticking in various directions. Small breaths leave his lips at an even pace, his soft features calm and rested as he pulls you close again. “I can feel you staring”

“Good morning handsome” is your only response, ducking to peck a kiss to his lips before he even opens his eyes. When you pull back they’re staring back at you, large and brown, and it makes you kiss him again.

“It is a good morning” he hums, hugging you close and pressing a longer kiss to your lips this time. You accept it, fingers tangling into his hair and his leg nudging between your own. You could stay weaved together with him forever.

“I’m sorry I woke you up” you say once he’s done kissing you dizzy and he just grins, pushing some of your hair back so he can see your face better.

“Don’t apologize, I’d happily wake up like this everyday” he tells you, white T-shirt soft against your skin and you smile as you hug him tight. In this moment you could stay here forever, pressed against him, and whispering sweet nothings into each others ears.

“You know it’s Sunday” you state and Charlie chuckles, curious as to what you may be getting at.

“What about it?” he inquires, smirking at you in the sunlit room. He’s so handsome you’re sure you could never stop looking at him.

“We don’t have anything to do, we could stay here all day. Cuddling, kissing, and other stuff…” you smile and a giant grin cracks across his lips as you suggest this. He’d have no issues staying in this bed all day, never changing out of his boxers unless you took them off.

“I’d be honored to spend all day in bed with you” he leans forward to whisper against the shell of your ear. Goosebumps rise along your arms as he kisses your ear softly, then your cheek, and slowly trailing down your neck. You hum in delight, letting him warm you over with each kiss, wishing they could stay tattooed there forever.

“Can we stay in bed next weekend too?” you ask as he begins to kiss your shoulder, slowly sliding the strap to your nightgown out of his way. You know exactly what he’s doing, especially as his leg travels further and further between yours.

“Baby we can stay in bed every weekend for the rest of our lives” he promises and you smile, pulling him into a deep kiss as you grasp at his T-shirt, indicating he should remove it. Charlie quickly disposes of the fabric and realizes he had said the right thing with the way you smile back at him.

“You’re everything I’ve been working towards Charlie Dalton” you tell the boy and he smiles, cuddling you close and realizing he found the girl of his dreams.

“And you’re everything I ever needed”

[ricochetyears]

oh how i hate that headcanon where sirius is a total whore who’s super experienced with sex. like, okay, sure—humor and flirting might be his coping mechanism, but i’m dead convinced the bastard knew as much about sex as a cow knows about discord. fr, growing up in that household? zero sex ed. sex was probably treated as purely for making heirs, and anything about pleasure was seen as shameful. so yeah, sirius might’ve been all talk, shouting about sex like he knew everything, but in reality? no real experience, no real understanding. just vibes and bluster

and that’s exactly why i love wolfstar intimate connection so much. in my mind, remus has a healthy, grounded understanding of sex—like, he actually gets it. he knows that it’s not just a physical thing but something tied to connection and emotion and he definitely understands how to give and receive pleasure

he’s the one who shows sirius what pleasure can actually feel like, how it’s nothing to be ashamed of. he teaches him how to enjoy it, how to feel good both physically and emotionally with someone you care about. remus is the one who shows sirius how to kiss someone when you love them, where and how to touch to make it feel good—no rush, no pressure. just feelings, just connection

[augiewrites]

“under the neon glow” - charlie dalton

summary: charlie convinces y/n to sneak out

paring: charlie dalton x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.1k

Y/N knew they were pushing their luck being in Charlie’s room so late at night, but Cameron was on a rare trip home and the couple would be stupid to pass up the opportunity.

And what an opportunity it was.

Y/N and Charlie were tangled up with each other in his small bed, the boy leaving a trail of kisses from Y/N’s lips to their neck.

“Don’t you dare give me a hickey, Dalton,” Y/N’s voice was stern, but there was a smile teasing their lips and they made no move to make him stop.

Charlie blew a raspberry into their neck before lightly sinking his teeth into the soft skin, “I wouldn’t dream of it, sweets.”

Y/N held back a squeal as best as they could—they didn’t want to take any risks to make this night end. They softly grabbed Charlie’s face and led his lips back to theirs.

“We should go somewhere,” Charlie mumbled against their lips.

“You’re joking, right?” Y/N laughed, breaking the kiss.

Charlie smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye—one that Y/N knew very well.

“Why not?”

Y/N mocked a thoughtful look, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because your partner is currently in your bed, and your roommate isn’t here to barge in on us?”

“You know I’d never let him stop me.”

“You’re disgusting, Charlie,” the smile on Y/N’s face took any bite out of their words.

“Come on Y/N, live a little.”

“If we get caught—“

Charlie expertly untangled himself from Y/N and crawled over them and out of the bed before they could even finish their thought. He had thrown on a sweater and had one shoe on before Y/N even made it to a sitting position.

One of Charlie’s sweatshirts gently smacked them in the face and fell into their lap as they moved to pick their own shirt up off the floor.

“Really?”

Charlie feigned innocence, “I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, Y/N.”

Y/N rolled their eyes at the boy, but pulled the sweater on nonetheless. It was one Y/N had their eye on for a while—oversized, a soft fabric of their favorite color, and (most importantly) it smelled of Charlie.

They were both aware he wouldn’t be getting it back any time soon.

“Where are we even going?”

“You’ll see,” Charlie pressed a chaste kiss to their lips before pulling them toward the door, “you’re going to love it.”

_________________________________________

Thanks to the dead poets society, the couple had become experts at sneaking away from Welton in the dead of the night. In mere minutes, Charlie had hijacked Knox’s bike, and Y/N was perched behind him on the seat as he pedaled toward town.

Y/N always felt so free when they were with Charlie. Tonight was no different—Y/N’s heart was soaring as they wrapped their arms tighter around his torso and felt the wind blowing through their hair.

Charlie was going much faster than he should have been with two people on the bike, and they arrived at their destination much faster than Y/N would have liked. Steadying themselves with their hands on Charlie’s hips, they maneuvered off the back of the bike. A bright neon sign buzzed lowly through the window in front of the bike rack.

OPEN 24/7

Charlie wrapped his arms around Y/N from behind, pressing a kiss just below their ear and murmuring, “Hungry?”

They turned their head to meet his lips, “Starved.”

He moved in front of them, opening the door and beckoning them through.

“Such a gentleman.”

“One of the last living few.”

Charlie took Y/N’s hand and led them to a booth in the corner. A bored looking waitress dropped off two menus that Charlie promptly pushed aside and ignored until she circled back around.

“What’ll you two have?” The waitress drolled.

“A basket of fries and a chocolate malt,” Charlie winked at Y/N, “two straws.”

The waitress didn’t bother to say anything, walking away once she wrote down the order.

Y/N raised their brow at the boy sitting across from them. Charlie simply smirked back.

“You trying to live out your Archie comics fantasy?”

“I wouldn’t correct you if you called me Archie for the rest of the night.”

Y/N hummed as they tapped their chin, pretending to inspect the boy’s features.

“You look more like a Jughead,” Y/N tisked, “my view from here, at least.”

Charlie held a hand over his heart and dramatically leaned forward in his seat, “I think you need a closer look.”

Y/N scooted closer to the window as Charlie moved around the table and slid into the booth next to them. He wrapped his arm around their waist and pulled them away from the window and into his side.

“How about now?”

“I think your main character syndrome is kicking in, Archie,” Y/N teased.

“Aren’t I though?” Charlie grinned. “Breaking out of prison to have a night out on the town with the most exquisite creature I’ve ever laid eyes on? Sounds like a main character to me.”

“Oh,” Y/N scoffed, “so you get to be the main character, but I’m a creature?”

“An exquisite one, Y/N.”

“You are so—“

Y/N was cut off by the waitress unceremoniously placing their fries and malt on the table in front of them. She pulled two straws out of her apron and not-so subtly rolled her eyes at the couple as she tossed them on the table. Charlie stopped the straws from rolling off as she turned and walked away.

“This diner has a Michelin star, did you know?”

Y/N burst into a fit of giggles as he blew the straw paper at their chest.

Charlie beamed at Y/N and popped a couple fries in his mouth. They fell into a comfortable silence as Y/N sipped on the malt.

Charlie moved to take a drink of the malt, but quickly darted his head to the side to press a kiss to Y/N’s cheek just as his lips were about to meet the straw. Y/N pulled back from their straw, gently grasping Charlie’s chin and pulling him in for a soft kiss.

“Can I tell you something?” Y/N blurted out as they pulled away.

“I’ve never stopped you before,” Charlie grinned, “don’t plan on starting now.”

“I think I’m in love with you.” Y/N’s cheeks flushed and their pulse quickened despite their best efforts to calm themselves.

“Well, I know I’m in love with you,” Charlie kissed Y/N again as relief flooded their system, “it’s a main character thing.”

[outromoony]

"Let it once be me"

Wolfstar microfic | Word count: 984 | ttpdmicrofic

@my-castles-crumbling

Sirius was crying in his bed.

Remus could hear him quietly sobbing beneath the covers. He usually couldn't, not when the other boy was always so careful to cast silence charms when he was having a bad night, but he could hear him now, and the sound of it was threatening to tear him apart.

Remus had never seen Sirius cry, at least not openly. Sirius never let him see him in that state; he always tried to run away from him to James or even Peter to comfort him when something happened. It was usually family matters, or at least that's what Remus thought, since Sirius would never open up to him. It hurt him, knowing that Sirius was in any type of pain, knowing that anyone had the power to make him look so vulnerable, and it hurt him that Sirius never trusted him with his secrets the way Remus trusted Sirius with his; he trusted him blindly with his secrets, with every single thought that made him who he was. Yet Sirius seemed to be breaking apart too often lately, and he couldn't even stand to look at Remus right in the eyes when it happened.

He got out of his own bed and followed the sound of Sirius's tears. They stopped instantly, and Remus knew Sirius must have heard him.

"Sirius?" Remus whispered close to the curtains. A noise close to a choke came out of them, and then Sirius emerged from behind, not meeting Remus's gaze.

"Sorry I woke you up," Sirius sniffed. Remus knew that the reason he was trying to look in the opposite direction was because Remus could see perfectly in the dark, and he didn't want him to see his red eyes and swollen face. "I was just—"

"What's wrong?" Remus asked before Sirius could finish, trying to be as gentle as possible. What if the reason Sirius never talked to him was because he was bad with words? Because he was too cold? "Sirius, please talk to me."

"It's nothing, just..." Sirius swallowed, closing his eyes. "I will just talk to James in the morning."

That was like a punch in the stomach to hear, because Remus was right there, yet Sirius preferred to wait hours to speak with James about it, and if he couldn't, Remus knew he would prefer not to talk about it at all.

"I—am I too harsh? Do you think I wouldn't understand? That I would judge you?" Remus couldn't wrap his mind around what Sirius might think of him, and maybe that was his own fault for trying so hard to keep a facade for everyone else. "I know you don't trust me, and that's fine; you don't have to, but just please—"

"Fuck, Remus, I trust you with my life," Sirius finally looked at him, and the only thing Remus could see in his beautiful blue eyes was pure sadness. "I trust you with everything I am; this has nothing to do with trust."

"Then what?" Remus almost shouted, almost forgetting it was three in the morning and the rest of his friends were sleeping peacefully. "Why do you always push me away when you're feeling down? Why would you never talk to me? Why is it always James, Peter, or even sometimes the girls? Sirius, please, just... let it be me; let it once be me."

Sirius was looking at him with wide eyes, and when he finally spoke, his voice sounded so small it almost made Remus cry.

"It has always been you," He said those words as if they were the secret of the creation of the universe, as if that was the answer Remus had been waiting for. "It has always been you; everyone knows it but you."

"What are you—"

"You're the reason I try to be strong, the reason I try to stop the tears from falling and the heart from aching, because you once told me I was the bravest boy you've ever met, but I am not, Remus, not anymore, and I cannot stand to look at you when I am a bloody tangle of sadness for something so fucking stupid."

"Siriu—"

"And you're so... you, and in everything I do, in every decision I take, there's always your name in the back of my mind, and I want you to love me so fucking bad, but how could you ever do that when I'm just a pile of disaster and sadness?"

"I love you," Remus responded almost immediately without even thinking about it, meaning every word. "I love you—the brave you, the sad you, the disaster you. That's not changing, Sirius, ever; there's nothing you could do or say that would make me feel different about you; you dont need to pretend with me, to hide. I thought we stopped hiding from each other a long time ago."

"You just—you don't understend, Remus; you would not be saying this if you knew how I feel about you. You don't love me the way I love you; you don't—"

"I do," Remus whispered softly. He bent down slightly to remove Sirius's hand from his face and took it between his own, kissing his knuckles. "I really fucking do."

Sirius held his breath the moment Remus spoke those words, his hand almost shaking when Remus lifted it to touch his lips. His eyes were mostly full of something like surprise and disbelief; but behind all of that, Remus could see love—oh, so much love.

"So..." Remus spoke when Sirius didn't. "Can it be me? Please? Just this one time."

And then Sirius finally smiled, a tender expression crossing his face. “Maybe it’s time we let it be us.”

[applebyraven]

pucker up, puck (ch. 3)

Todd's eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, the world shrank down to just him and Neil, holding each other's gaze.

In the past, Todd would have taken this as a signal to withdraw, to retreat into the protective shell Neil had often teased him about. But not now. Not after Neil's soft, lingering kisses had kindled something new within him—a craving to feel those lips on his own, to bridge the gap between longing and reality. In this moment, Todd was just as determined as Neil, both of them bound by a shared desire that felt incomplete, waiting to be fulfilled.

"Tell me if I get it wrong," Todd murmured, his voice barely audible as he leaned closer.

or:

In which Todd needs to learn how to kiss, and his kind-hearted roommate Neil is more than happy to lend a hand—and lips.