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Steven Meeks x (GN!) Piano Player! Reader

In which: You are a church pianist for the Welton church whose gentle melodies caught the attention of Steven Meeks

A/N: there is literally no reason that this should've taken as long as it did and im sorry 😭😭 anyway yeah...i hope you guys like this :3 prevvie here!!:

Chapter 7:

That Sunday morning Steven sat in his pew in between Pitts and Charlie. He wrung his little beanie in his hands, doing his best to exert his nervous energy. His thumb traced over the embroidered insignia on the hat. The Welton coat of arms, a gift his parents got him when they told him that they put him in some school in Vermont. For the longest time he hated them for it. He had a life down in South Carolina, he knew the place, knew the town. To be sent to somewhere so different, it kind of messed him up. He looked back up at you to distract himself. He saw your fingers gently tap at the keys without playing.

Even when you were up on stage you always found time to make yourself better. He admired that about you, how tenacious you seemed to be. Suddenly you began playing again, Mr.Nolans voice booming through the room as he began to sing. He leaned over and looked over at Pitts's songbook as he sang along.

Afterward he approached you on your bench, you gently tapped the keys again as he greeted you. You looked up at him, your eyes met his. They sparkled with a sort of playful glint.

He grinned big and wide while he spoke, "Um...me and my friends we have this sort of club, we call The Dead Poets Society," You nodded for him to continue and he did, "Would you like to join us tonight? 9 pm in the old cave that's in the middle of the woods outside of the school," He saw your eyebrows furrow together for a second as you thought this over.

You looked at him slightly weirded out, "A cave?"

He nodded and rubbed the back of his neck, "Y-yeah a cave. We like just fool around and read poetry and tell stories."

You scoffed and chuckled, "Sounds like fun,"

He looked at you his eyebrows raised, "So, does that mean you wanna come?"

You nodded, "Yeah, yeah and for the record that cave is called Heavens Light because of the hole in the middle,"

Steven chuckled, feeling slightly embarrassed, "Oh- yeah sorry I'm not from here,"

You shrugged your shoulders, "No it's fine, I'm sure not all the Welton boys are from here. Where are you from?"

Steven sheepishly replied, "Um South Carolina,"

You looked at him confused, "You don't have an accent though?"

He shrugged, unsure what to say, "Well uh it's not really that deep south, I'm guessing you're from here?"

You nodded, "Oh yeah I am, I go to the public school here, Ridgeway High?,"

"Oh so do you know Chris?" Steven asked with raised eyebrows.

You pursed your lips as you thought for a second, "Chris...no don't tell me, um Chris Noel?"

Steven smiled, "Yeah! You know her?"

You shrugged, "I mean yeah, we have a couple of classes together but we're not friends. Why do you ask?"

"Oh I uh my friend Knox is really into her and I was just wondering if you knew each other,"

You waved your hands, "Wait...tall, skinny, brown hair with bangs?"

Steven tilted his head in confusion,"You know him?"

You suddenly bursted out in laughter, scaring Steven as he jumped back slightly.

You explained through laughs, "Know him? Wasn't he that guy that like brought flowers and the poem? Oh my god the second hand embarrassment I felt,"

Steven started laughing as well, covering his mouth with his hand, "Wait you were there when he did that?"

You nodded and wiped a tear from your eye, "It was hilarious,"

Steven chuckled and looked up at the grandfather clock that was in the corner, they'd been talking for a hour. He cleared his throat and leaned forward slightly, "You promise you'll come?"

You leaned forward as well, your faces only inches apart. You smiled at him, "Of course I do,"

Steven glanced down at your lips for a second, he felt his throat close up and his heart beat faster as he looked back up at you. You were right there. Right there and leaning toward him. He felt his face run hot and he leaned back. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and stood up rather abruptly. He wiped his glasses with the hem of his shirt as he shuffled out of the pew. He looked back at you before he left and put on his glasses, "So Heavens Light cave, 9 pm, you'll be there?"

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, "Steven I've said yes at least five times, I promise I will be,"

He nodded and smiled back at you, you each said your goodbyes as he walked out.

Steven stood outside of the building for a second, breathing heavily as he put his hand over his chest. His face was a bright shade of pink as he replayed the events in his mind. He was so damn close. The way the light reflected off your hair, that beautiful smile, your kind eyes. He almost couldn't tear himself away. You were absolutely stunning. It scared him. How can someone like you entertain someone like him? He was just astonished. He took a deep breath and began to walk back to the school with his hands on his pockets, the snow falling peacefully around him as he heard your beautiful playing through the chapel walls.

That evening, Steven prepared for the meeting with Pitts in their room. They put on their cloaks and packed their flashlights as Pitts looked over at Steven with a raised eyebrow. He hummed and remarked, "You're awfully quiet, you good?"

Steven started slightly as he looked at Pitts with a confused expression, "Yeah- yeah I'm just I guess, I'm just nervous,"

Pitts frowned, "Oh? They accepted your invitation?"

Steven smiled at the mention of you his cheeks pinking slightly as he timidly responded, "Yeah..."

Pitts scoffed and laughed, "Oh my god shut up, I hate people in love," he shook his head a smile still on his face.

Steven chuckled while he packed a few extra cookies, just for you.

The boys ventured through the forest later that night, their laughs bouncing off the leaf barren trees. The crunching noise of their shoes on the snow stopped abruptly when they reached the cave. Silence washed over them as they saw you and Steven quickly made his way to the front of the group to greet you. You awkwardly smiled and waved at the group and they greeted you just as quietly.

You all stood outside the cave in silence until Charlie finally broke it, "Shall we go in?" He shot you a grin before he walked in, bending his head so he wouldn't bump it. You glanced over at Steven who gave you an encouraging nod, you smiled at him and followed in after Charlie. Soon enough the boys all filed in and took their respective seats, you sitting in between Steven and Charlie. Steven looked over at you and smiled a gesture that you returned.

Neil stood up and cleared his throat, a cigarette in his hand as he read from an old book. "Gentlemen and uh others," he nodded towards you, "Id like to initiate this meeting by reading a passage from member John Keating,"

As Neil read the short passage you and Steven shared a look. He widened his eyes at you and turned away a blush visible on his cheeks. You smiled and looked down at your lap, your own face soon heating up. Soon enough it was Knox's turn to read, Neil handed the book to him and Knox stood up. He turned the pages stopping dramatically at one poem that he said was called 'The People Upstairs'. He spoke with a certain rhythm that couldn't be helped with such a poem. He danced slightly to go along with it his body swaying side to side whilst he spoke.

Soon enough the other boys joined, clapping along in time with his movements. You were hesitant at first but you soon joined in as well, laughing from joy. Then, as abruptly as it started, that's how it ended as well. The boys laughed and cheered for Knox who bowed with a large grin on his face. He handed the book to Pitts, who closed it and opened it back up on a random page. Everyone in the cave looked at him in interest while he closed his eyes and moved his finger to a random poem. He smiled when he opened his eyes and began to read, looking up at you guys every other line. You studied him for a second, his body was folded in half while he read as if he were afraid of anyone finding out what he looked like. You looked over at Steven who had his eyes focused on his friend whilst he read. There was a faint smile on his face when he looked at Pitts one of pride.

The boys laughed when Pitts was finished, it’d apparently been something quite offensive and raunchy. Pitts handed the book to Meeks who turned the page to the romance section, he side eyed you with a nervous expression on his face. He stood up, read the title, which earned some groans and complaints from the rest of the cave.

“C’mon Meeks!” complained Cameron, “You always read from the romance section!”

Meeks rolled his eyes and scoffed but before he could retort Charlie interrupted, “Just let the man read!” he snapped. Steven looked at Charlie with a thankful expression on his face before he began to read, yet another piece of Percy Bysshe Shelley.

You looked up at him in admiration as he did so but his eyes remained focused on the page. His voice was shaky and frail as if a gust of wind could blow the sound waves away.

“Mary dear, come to me soon,

I am not well whilst thou art far;”

He glanced up at you before continuing,

“As sunset to the sphered moon,

As twilight to the western star,

Thou, beloved, art to me.

O Mary dear, that you were here;

The Castle echo whispers ‘Here!’”

When he sat down he was met with hesitant claps, it was clear they were tired of him. You chuckled and turned to Steven, a small smile on your face, “That was lovely Steven,” He looked over at you and nodded his head, “Thanks uh someone inspired me to read it,” You hummed and reached for his hand, a favor that he returned. You two interlocked fingers, his cloak hiding the scandalous deed while Charlie read. His voice boomed as it echoed off the cave halls. A few small drops of water fell from the ceiling and splashed onto the cold stone. Your hands felt warmer together, a relief from the cold air.

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gooch-cancer · 1 month ago

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Steven Meeks x (GN!) Piano Player! Reader

In which: You're a pianist for the Welton church whose gentle melodies caught the attention of Steven Meeks

A/N: this has been in my drafts for forever i am so sorry it's been taking so long i appreciate you if ur still reading it means the most. i've tried to make y/n (but not use y/n cuz i think it's stupid) ambiguous throughout this story but in order for this to work i did give some lore which i hope doesn't bother you guys too much

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Chapter 8:

Steven warily entered the chapel, he wasn't allowed to be there but his desire to see you trumped that. He looked around the building, it was one that he'd seen hundreds of times throughout his years of Welton. He remembered when he arrived here for the first time during the opening ceremony. The stained glass windows shined from the August sun as he sat beside his mother and father. He'd only been around fourteen at the time so naturally he couldn't stand them both.

His mother kept on reassuring him ("Everything will be alright honey! This is a really good school and I'll be sure to write you!") His father however, Steven was unsure if the man even knew he existed. He always gave him gruff answers to his questions, never looked him in the eye. Steven felt that shame deep down due to how far he tried to push it away. Feelings of that nature are like a rubber band, you can pull it away from your mind but it'd just end up snapping back and hitting you.

As the light of knowledge was lit, Steven felt the hairs on his neck prickle up a bit. Something about this place scared him inexplicably. He looked around at the other boys they all had a dull expression on their face. One that made it obvious how ready they were for this ceremony to end. They all looked so smart and so...rich. Steven wondered about them. He thought about their lives, what their parents were like. It was probably the most idealistic childhood one could think of.

Summers at the country club, winters at ski resorts, he'd imagined it all.

There was a soft thud of shoes on the carpeted floor and Steven turned his neck in shock after being cut from his thoughts so suddenly. You stopped in front of him with a warm smile, "You came,"

He grinned up at you, his mouth all wide and toothy as his cheeks began to pink slightly at the sight of you, "Oh uh well I of course I did," He stumbled through his words. It's odd, it's like every single time he sees you after a while he'd forgotten how to act.

You gesture towards the piano with your arm, songbook in hand, "Shall we?" you asked in a fake regal tone.

Steven nodded hurriedly and stood up to adjust his blazer, "Yes,do you want me to carry that for you?"

You chuckled slightly, "No I think I'll manage,"

He nodded awkwardly as you began to walk toward the piano, him slowly following behind you. As you sat on the bench and adjusted your music he found himself simply standing, unsure. You turned your head, "You may sit, you know?" You shifted over and patted the seat of the bench beside you. He quickly took you up on the offer. You smiled softly as you began to crack your knuckles and stretch your wrists before sitting up straight. Steven copied your posture out of curiosity. You turned to a page in your book titled "Warmup" and he looked at it in interest.

You turned your head towards him, "It's basic really, just your typical arpeggios, scales, things like that"

This only confused him more as he replied hesitantly, "I have no idea what that is...I don't know how to read music,"

"Oh, well..." You bit your lip as you tried to come up with a solution, "My offer still stands about lessons, it'll be free of course,"

Steven hummed in thought, "I...I suppose so,"

Your eyes lit up at his, albeit hesitant, agreement, "Really? You'd like me to teach you?"

He nodded his head slowly, "Yeah it'd be interesting,"

You cleared your throat and pointed at a note on your page, "Do you know what a quarter note is?"

Steven furrowed his eyebrows as you pointed at the notes on the page, you might as well had been speaking an entire language to him. You noticed his expression and laid your arm back down to your side. A small huff came from your nose as you tried to conjure up a way to explain to him. Soon you began to speak again this time slightly slower, "You understand fractions well d you?"

Steven raised his eyebrows as he finally understood, "Yeah! Yeah I do,"

You smiled as you pointed to a piece on the page before the music notes began, "This is called a time signature, the four here means the notes in each measure equals to four. Like a fraction,"

His hand went up to rub his temple using his fore and middle finger before he responded, "So when you said quarter note that meant one quarter of the entire measure?"

Your smile widened as he finally understood what you were trying to teach him. You two continued on like that, excited chatter echoing through the chapel along with the occasional note as you demonstrated where the 'C' key was. Steven could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the steady beat rattling him to his ears. You were right there. You were literally right beside him. This wasn't new by any means but there was something different about it. He opened his mouth to speak when the sound of a door slamming open interrupted him. You two looked at each other anxiously when the unmistakable sound of Mr.Nolans coughing and throat clearing bounced off the old stone walls.

He had no idea what to do besides be grateful that Nolan took the back entrance rather the front. You leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Follow me,"

Steven smiled wildly as you grabbed his wrist and lead him through the chapel. Hushed giggles and whispers were heard between the two of you as you ran down the halls, avoiding the oncoming presence of Nolan. As you passed the mural, there came a sudden stop in front of door. You opened it to reveal a simple janitors closet. It was a tightly closed in space, with a couple of brooms hanging on the wall and a hanging shelf containing a myriad of supplies.

He looked at you with confusion and humor on his face, "You want us to hide here?"

Your expression remained neutral as you shrugged, "It's the safest bet we have currently,"

There was a slight chuckle that came out of his mouth as he slowly entered the closet. You followed in after him, closing the door and swallowing you two in a slight darkness. There was about an inch or two of space between you and Steven could feel his face grow hot from the proximity. You smiled and giggled softly, "You doing ok?"

He gave an awkward grin whilst he looked at you, a far away look still in his eye, "Yeah, yeah," he responded.

A hush fell between you two as you heard footsteps past by, the sharp click of heels against the linoleum making Steven's body shake more and more. Then suddenly he felt your hand in his, the warm embrace allowing him to exhale some of his anxieties after Nolan had passed. A gentle look was shared between you two as Steven mouthed a gentle 'Thank you'.

You shrugged and leaned against his shoulder, his body tensing then relaxing again, leaning his head on yours.

You started a conversation whispering in his ear, "So...what's your favorite subject?"

Steven hummed for a second in thought, "Probably science, I've always been really into engineering and building things, you?"

You raised your eyebrows, "English I'd say, are you going to study engineering?"

"Oh yeah definitely, my parents want me to as well,"

"Is that your choice?"

"Well..."

"Steven," You raised your head and studied his face while furrowing your eyebrows, "Come on,"

Steven sighed, "I have no choice,"

"What do you mean? Do we not all get one?" You asked him with a small smile on your face almost as if you just couldn't believe him.

"I don't think there's a single person at Welton that's chosen their own path,"

You nodded your head and looked down at your shoes, the depressing turn of the conversation making the air awkward. Steven knew he fumbled and did his best to try and change the subject, "So uh piano...how long have you been playing?"

"Oh since I was seven, my parents stuck me in lessons and I took a liking to it,"

"Is it...easy?"

"By no means, but muscle memory helps,"

"Ah," Steven nodded as he stepped back and leaned against the wall. He slid down now sitting and you followed suit. You two sat down beside each other, backs laid against the wall. Steven sat sprawling out his legs and leaned his head against the wall looking up at the ceiling, you pulled your knees up to your chest and looked over at him. He felt your eyes and slowly turned his head to look at you. With a chuckle he asked you a simple question, "What?"

This made you look away embarrassed, your face heating up, "Oh nothing...you just look nice,"

Steven looked down at himself, he was wearing a lumpy gray sweatshirt and his uniform slacks that desperately needed to be ironed. He reached his hand up to the beanie on his head and felt the embroidery. He ran his thumb over the design as he tried to think of a response.

"Hardly," He came up with, "You look quite lovely yourself,"

All of a sudden, the room felt tighter. The already claustrophobic janitors closet was closing in on him. Was this the right time to make a move? He still wasn't sure yet here you were pressed up against his shoulder and looking at him like he could do no wrong. That light in your eye. It sparks a flame of life inside him. Before he could lean forward you looked down, trying to hide your face.

You muttered out a small thank you. Steven huffed a bit of air out of his nose but before he opened his mouth to say anything there was a distant slam of a door. This perked you up and you looked over at him, "Is...Nolan gone?"

Steven got up and walked to the door, pressing his ear up against the cold wood, "Yes...yes I believe so,"

You got up and wiped some dust off your bottoms, "Well then...do you have the time?,"

Steven opened the door and let the light in before he rolled up his sleeve to reveal his watch. You grabbed his wrist to look closer, leaning forward in such a fashion that made him go red. You had a panicked expression on your face, "Oh God- It's six, my mother is going to be so upset with me. Goodbye Steven, I enjoyed this time with you," You dropped his wrist and quickly began making your way to the piano with him behind you.

Steven looked over at you with a disappointed expression, "Do you have to go so soon?"

You sighed as you put on your jacket, "Afraid so, dinner is on the table and that's when I was supposed to be back,"

With a nod Steven handed you your songbook and you thanked him. You began to make your way out leaving him there when suddenly you stopped at the door. You turned and blew him a kiss which just about made all the air leave his lungs. The door slammed behind you and Steven sat down onto the piano bench, utterly winded.

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