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Hi! I looooove your writing!!!! If it’s no problem, could you right about the boys (specifically Meeks, but I saw that you write for all of them too, so whichever you prefer doing) having a huge crush on keating’s daughter and maybe asking her out?
Mr Keating’s Daughter | [Steven Meeks/fem!Reader]
"I don't know why you read that, you aren't going to follow it anyways," you muttered. You saw a smile rise as he put the book down.
"It keeps me occupied before classes start," he winked and you rolled your eyes. "Shouldn't you be heading over to your school?"
You scoffed, "Why can't I just go here? It would be so much easier for the both of us," you complained. He only shook his head.
"For you to be surrounded by cute boys to distract you? Now, hurry along or you'll be late for your classes."
You groaned before getting off and heading out. You began walking, you looked around the school and admired the building. The walls adorned by ancient photographs of past alumni. You smiled at all of it.
"Hello?" You heard a boys voice say, it snapped you from your fantasy world.
"Hello?" You said back staring in front of you.
"Do you go here?" He asked and you shook your head.
"I'm a teachers daughter. Just heading to school..." You said approaching him. You noticed him and really took in his features.
Curly ginger hair, brown eyes, and big glasses that took up most of his face. You saw his cheeks turn a rose shade of pink and you smiled.
"Sorry, you must not get a lot of girls around here," you smiled and extended your hand for him to shake.
"No, not really..." He mumbled shaking your hand.
"Well, I really should get going. Another tardy and it's a detention for me," you winked before walking away. He watched as you walked away, still in a trance he didn't notice Mr. Keating behind him.
[POV switch]
"I like you very much Mr. Meeks," he said startling him. "Keep your hands away from my daughter, okay?"
Meeks turned around and nodded nervously. Mr Keating walked away as he stood there frozen. No way that beautiful girl is Mr. Keating’s daughter. He shook the feeling away and continued his walk back to his dorm.
He had forgotten his tie, which wasn’t the first time he did that. He walked it, grabbed it, and walked back to the dinning room. The fuzzy feeling resurfaced, the thought of the girl came back.
He sat by his friends still awestruck.
“Meeks?!” Charlie shouted finally throwing a paper ball at him.
“What?” Meeks said startled, he looked at Charlie who had a smirk.
“Who are you thinking about?” Charlie asked mocking Meeks’ lovestruck look.
“None of your business,” he mumbled moving his food from one side to the other.
“It is so my business,” Charlie scoffed offendedly, “If there’s a girl I have to know!”
“Just leave him alone, he must really like this girl if he is keeping it from us,” Neil defended. The bell rang, saving Meeks from Charlie’s interrogation.
Meeks and Pitts walked besides each other.
“You have to tell me who this girl is,” Pitts said looking at Meeks who was much shorter then him.
“I don’t have to do anything,” Meeks mumbled.
“At least tell me if she’s pretty!” Pitts begged.
“She is very pretty,” Meeks blushed.
“You have go introduce me to her! It’s not everyday that we see girls!” Pitts pleaded.
“Obviously not. Besides she doesn’t go here…” Meeks sighed devastated. Pitts and him entered the classroom, they sat at the back of the classroom. Todd and Neil were in the same class but sat in the front, and Charlie and Cameron were by the windows.
Meeks had trouble concentrating in his classes, the girl was still on his mind.
English rolled around and they all walked together to Mr. Keating’s classroom.
“Good evening gentlemen,” Mr. Keating said smiling at the boys entering. “Good evening Mr. Meeks.”
“Good evening Mr. Keating,” they smiled walking to their assigned seats.
Class went on as usual, until the girl from before interrupted the classroom.
“(Y/n)?” Mr. Keating said as she waved to him.
“Last class was canceled so I decided to come… early.” She whispered walking to him.
“That’s okay, go on to the back and do some homework,” Mr. Keating smiled and patted her shoulder.
“(Y/n),” Meeks whispered.
“Sorry gentlemen, that was my daughter,” Mr. Keating announced. He resumed class without another mention of her.
Class was over as everyone packed up for their final class of the day. It was a short Study Hall class. Yet no one was talking about school or homework or how hard the Latin test was. The only thing people were talking about how beautiful Mr. Keating’s daughter was.
“I so call dibs on her!” Charlie announced.
“You can’t dibs a girl, Charlie!” Neil scolded.
“I so can and I so did,” Charlie smirked. Meeks rolled his eyes at Charlie.
They entered the classroom and split into a group of three. Cameron, Meeks, Pitts and Charlie, Neil, Todd.
“That must be your mystery girl,” Pitts whispered to Meeks who blushed.
“Can you two stop talking about girls? It’s Mr. Keating’s daughter have some respect!” Cameron scolded.
Pitts rolled his eyes at him and continued to talk about her with Meeks.
“Cameron is right, that’s Keating’s daughter. We should be respectful and not talk about her like she’s an object.” Meeks whispered to Pitts.
“Tell that to Charlie, he is going around announcing that she’s going to be his girlfriend.” Pitts whispered back.
“Charlie is starting to piss me off,” Meeks whispered.
Class ended and everyone walked to their assigned dorms. Meeks decided to make a detour to the restroom. Deep down he was hoping to bump into her.
He sighed as he climbed up the stairs with no sign of the young girl.
“Meeks?” He heard a feminine voice say from behind him. He quickly turned around to see her at the end of the stairs.
“Yes?” He responded.
She climbed up the steps and smiled at him, “I was starting to feel like you were avoiding me.”
“Avoiding? Why would I ever do that?” He laughed nervously.
“Doesn’t matter, want to walk with me? I forgot something at school and really should get it,” she smiled and Meeks nodded.
[POV Switch]
You walked besides the nervous boy and began telling him about your day.
“Janine is such a bitch,” you told him. “She’s cheer captain and is so taking my spotlight. I voted for Amelia to be captain but everyone always picks the cheerful two faced girl to be cheer captain.” You laughed.
An awkward silence began. You enjoyed the leaves crunching on the floor.
“So… tell me about your friends, how is Welton like?” You smiled and he shrugged.
“Not as interesting as your school. Being in a school full of boys is kind of lame. We take everything seriously and really aren’t allowed to enjoy ourselves.” Meeks complained.
“I bet, for the tuition your parents pay I would think the staff would be awfully strict. Where I go no one takes anything seriously.” You smiled.
“Must be nice,” Meeks smiled.
You shook your head, “In all honesty… I don’t think I’m being used to my full potential. I take advanced classes yet those feel so unchallenging. I’ve been begging my dad to enroll me at Welton or at the very least Henley Hall! I mean I think I could really use the challenge!” You laughed and he laughed with you.
You entered the school with Meeks following behind. You opened up your locker and took out your math and science textbooks.
The walk back was more quiet then the walk there. You could feel your heart beating quickly as your face reddened.
“So, call me crazy but I really like you,” you smiled at him.
“W-what?” He stuttered.
“Yeah! Although you aren’t very talkative I don’t mind! I can talk for the both of us,” you laughed. “I know my dad probably told you to back off, but I would really like to go out. There’s this really cool library cafe combo Downtown if you’re free on Saturday.”
“I’m very free on Saturday,” Meeks smiled.
“Cool. I’ll see you then,” you smiled at him.
You parted ways from Meeks to go to your dad’s classroom.
[POV Switch]
Meeks walked to his dorm his face red like a tomato. His heart was racing and it felt like he could collapse from a heart attack at any point. He entered his dorm and with a giddy expression.
“What happened? You were gone for like hours,” Pitts asked.
“Well, let’s just say I have a date on Saturday,” he smiled.
“Seriously?! With who? Keating’s daughter?!” Pitts exclaimed and Meeks nodded happily. “That’s amazing! Charlie is going to be so angry!” Pitts laughed.
“To hell with Charlie! I have a date with the prettiest girl ever!” Meeks smiled and flopped on his bed.
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Could you write a Meeks x reader story where they often see each other at the school library but have never actually spoken. And one day the only free table is the one reader is at, so they sit together and kinda bond? ✨ (fem!reader preferably, but if you prefer gender neutral that’s also good)
Steven Meeks x fem!shy!reader
Summary: The request!!! <3
Warnings: no use of y/n, reader referred to as a girl, swearing
For several weeks, Meeks had watched a girl in the Welton library.
He spent his mornings before school in the library watching them from his table. Then, the pair walked silently to breakfast together in the following hour. At breakfast, once they went their separate ways, Meeks would look between heads and shoulders to catch a glimpse of the girl from her table.
What Steven didn't know was that they were also watching.
They were looking at his hands when he turned the pages of his textbooks and when he readjusted his glasses. In Latin, they were fascinated by the way his mouth moved and how the foreign language came so easily to him. They often wondered what his hair would feel like, as it was the back of his head they saw so often in English.
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The issue today was that there were no seats available in the library. Groups of students had taken all of the girl's usual spots, leaving a space at a table next to Steven Meeks. This sent their heart into an unsteady beat. Where else could I go? They were thinking quietly to themself, juggling the several books in their arms. The common area would be busier than here. The girl looked back over to Meeks where he was looking straight back at them. Shit. Meeks stood and walked towards the girl at the doors of the library. Double shit. I hope he doesn't want to talk to me.
"Do you want to sit with me? It's busy today, isn't it?" Meeks spoke gently to the girl. Almost as if approaching and coaxing a skittish mouse.
The girl's shoulders relaxed, and a soft breath escaped them. They were relieved he spoke kindly. Nodding their head with a sense of relief, they followed Steven back towards his table.
In silence, Meeks kept on working and the girl set up her schoolwork. They had Latin due in the next period. A task on spelling. Shit again. They had to make a fool out of themself when sat next to the prettiest, smartest boy in the whole school. The girl looked over to see what Steven was doing. Maths. Calculous looking crap. God, I'm such a fool!
They put their head down and tried to actually do the work, rather than copy from the textbook the girl had placed in front of themself. That was when Meeks looked up. He saw their furrowed brow and thumbnail between their teeth. Their pencil was hesitating in their dominant hand. He smiled and looked at what they were working on. It was the Latin homework he'd already finished. He read one of their answers.
"You need an 'i' there." He had his face resting against his hand. Steven had spoken in a daze. He hadn't realised he had stopped writing to watch them.
The girl looked up, sheepish. "I do?" They leant back defeated in their chair. Their gaze had turned into an angry look towards their paper, with a jutted, pouty lip. Meeks tried not to smile at their cute unsureness.
"Yeah," Meeks moved his chair closer to theirs. "You're not far off. Do you mind?" Steven had taken their pencil and gestured towards their work. They wanted to say Yes! Fix all of it! They gave a small nod instead, sliding the paper over to him.
Meeks explained their misspelling. Gave some tips on how to fix it too. They were hanging on to every word. By the end of his explanation, they had their head cupped in their hands so they could comfortably ogle the boy while he talked.
Meeks looked up and blushed in surprise. Steven didn't realise he was being watched. He released a breathy laugh and leant back in his chair now that he had finished. The girl pulled back their paper to read the corrections the boy made. They smiled softly. To think he would have made me feel stupid.
"Thank you, Steven," The girl looked up at him with a smile and a mischievous look in their eye. "You're better than Mr. McAllister."
Meeks laughed at that. He was laughing to hide his blush. Steven like the way his name sounded when toned by their voice. He liked the way they sounded when they laughed too. It was ringing in his ears, making his neck warm. Meeks didn't want the discussion to stop.
"Is there any other Latin you're struggling with? Or Maths? I'm really good at trig," Meeks poured on about what he could help the girl with.
"Latin... More Latin, please." They spoke looking at him. They were basking in the way Meeks mouthed every word, English or not. Their body had leaned onto the table to view the boy better.
Meeks blushed. The prettiest girl he knew wanted him to talk about what he knew. Steven's elbow moved to point against the table as he rested his head in his hand. He wanted to gaze at the girl as he spoke.
"You know, your name wouldn't have half the letters it does in Latin."
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Indecent Proposal (1)
Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.
Rating: Mature
Square filled for @stuckybingo Round 5: free space - mafia au
Square filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Free Space
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of illegal activities/mafia business/murder, strong reader, mentions of breeding/surrogate, wish for children, shady deals, shitty boyfriend, reader doesn't take shit from no one, tension, sexy mobsters
Words: 1,5k
Indecent Proposal masterlist
“Babe, how do I look?” Your boyfriend asks, almost stumbling over his words as the men he was hoping to meet at the fancy party walk inside the room.
Well, they don’t walk like normal people. They are stepping inside the room, stopping in their tracks to look at the people in the room. It looks like the crowd parts like the Red Sea to form a path only for them.
Steven Grant Rogers. James Buchanan Barnes. – Two names you must know if you ever heard of New York City and its mob.
They are as good-looking as they are dangerous. A deadly combination of beauty and the beast hidden behind blue eyes.
If you don’t want to end up six feet under, you don’t mess with them. Or even look their way too long.
“Did you put on the underwear I told you to?”
“What has this to do with the party?” You sigh, as you still don’t know why Scott brought you here.
You’ve been dating for a few months, and you had hoped that tonight, he’d do more than the bare minimum. He’s not a bad guy, but an awful partner.
A criminal too. Not a criminal mastermind, but you already figured out that the small business he runs is far from legal.
“It’s important, babe,” you roll your eyes at the awful pet name. You hate it and told him so before. “Okay, don’t say anything stupid. Or, just look pretty and don’t say anything at all.”
“What?” Now you square your jaw. You don’t understand what has gotten into Scott until you lift your eyes off him to meet two pairs of blue ones. “Oh…”
“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes,” Scott looks pathetic when he bows for the heads of the mob in town. “I’m honored to meet you again. Thank you for having me.”
The men ignore Scott and his offered hand. Instead, they look at you. Steve almost shoves your boyfriend aside as he holds out his hand to take yours.
“I see you followed our invitation,” he lowers himself to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You shiver. He seems so polite, and kind. But behind his blue eyes, you can see the beast wanting to break free.
“Stevie don’t scare her off right away,” you are a little overwhelmed when James Barnes turns his attention toward you. He takes your other hand and kisses your knuckles, glancing at your ring finger. “No ring, doll? He didn’t ask you to be his forever?”
“No-“ You’re usually not shy, or meek. But these men crowd you like prey and have their hands on you. You know they are in a relationship, but right now, they look at you as if you are their latest meal. “We’re only dating for a few months.”
“A shame,” Steve cups your chin, making you whimper. You never felt like this before. Confused and aroused at the same time. These men are strangers, but oddly you feel safe in their presence. “What do you say? Shall we lead this to a more private area?”
You don’t know why they are interested in leading you and your boyfriend to a private area, but this can’t be good. People like them never have good intentions, and you assume Steve and Bucky are no exception.
“I’m good here…I mean. You should enjoy your party. Don’t you have to greet all the people you invited?” You nervously babble.
“Doll, they don’t care if we greet them or not. They are only here to show respect to us,” Bucky runs his index finger up your arm. He smirks as you involuntarily shudder at his touch. “Let’s lead this to our office.”
“Scott,” you dip your head to glance at your boyfriend. He looks up at Steve as if the man is carrying a halo on top of his head. “Scott!”
“Babe don’t be rude. We should follow them to the office,” your boyfriend is no help. He’s wringing his hands while staring at Steve Rogers. God, he’s such a pathetic little boy. You just see it now when you watch him interact with two real men.
“Fine,” you snap at Scott if only to end his pathetic act. “Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, please lead the way.”
“Do you want a drink or a canapé doll? We can ask the maid to get you something you’ll like,” Bucky sits next to you on the couch, one hand running up and down his thigh, the other creeping toward your thigh. He brushes his metal finger over your exposed skin, barely listening to what his partner has to say.
“Buck, did you listen?”
“Seal the deal,” the brunette clicks his tongue, “I’ll take care of the main act in the meantime. You know I don’t care about the conditions. We already negotiated them. You can take care of the details.”
“I want to take over more important tasks,” Scott suddenly says. He glances at you, and then he looks at Steve. “Sir, I agree on the terms. I’ll do anything to prove that you can trust me.”
“Does she agree on our terms too?” Steve dips his head to watch you stop Bucky’s hand from stroking your thigh. “Buck, we are talking here.”
“I know,” Bucky huffs. “All you do is talk to that slimy little bastard. Give him what he wants so we can get what we want.”
“Mr. Lang, you know that if we seal the deal, that you cannot break it. We have rules for a reason.”
“She will agree,” Scott hastily says. You snap your head toward your boyfriend, wondering what he’s talking about. “Right, Y/N? You’ll help me with the deal.”
“I told you that I’m not going to do anything illegal,” you hiss at Scott. “I looked the other way when you sold stolen phones to my colleagues, but I won’t actively help you. I’m not a criminal.”
“You didn’t talk about the deal with her?” Bucky suddenly jumps up to fist Scott’s jacket. “You dare to come to our house and lie to us?”
“I didn’t lie, Sir…Mr. Barnes. Y/N said she finds you hot, and all. She even talked about ending up between the two of you to her friend.”
“You sick fuck spied on me and Maria?” You growl at Scott. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes…I’m sure she’ll help you have a baby and all…”
“Baby what?” You furrow your brows. “Okay. This is getting ridiculous. What is going on here?”
“Well, we want you to become our surrogate. Bucky and I love each other dearly, but I cannot give him what he needs, nor can he give me what I want. A baby…an heir. We were looking for the perfect woman, with the perfect bloodline.”
“I-what?” The room suddenly caves in. You feel dizzy and grab the edge of the couch. “You want me to be your breeder?”
“No, doll,” Steve walks toward the couch to crouch down in front of you. “We want you to spend time with us…or rather between us.” He grins. “I want you to have my baby. And then you’ll have Bucky’s. We haven’t figured out whose allowed to breed you first.”
“Breed me?” Oh. God. Your pussy just clenched around nothing. If not for the anger taking over, you’d gladly jump Steve’s bones to have all the babies he wants. “Are you fucking insane? I’m not a piece of meat you can just buy!”
“We believed he talked about the deal with you, doll. Please, don’t be mad at us,” Steve purrs, and runs his hand over your cheek. “We only wanted what we deserve. The perfect woman having our babies.”
“She will agree…” Scott nervously says. He looks at you, hoping you’ll agree to whatever the two men holding his fate in their hands want. “Right babe?”
“I hate it when you call me that,” you jump up, and push Steve aside. “What did you believe will happen when you bring me here to offer my uterus and pussy to these two? Huh? That I’ll just bend over the desk and let them have their way with me!”
“I-uh…kinda…yes…”
“Pathetic,” you click your tongue as you glance at Bucky. He cracks his knuckles, ready to rough Scott up a little for messing with them. “I knew you were no good. I should’ve listened to my gut instinct.”
You dip your head to watch Steve walk toward his partner. They are looking at you, like lions ready to pounce. Those two men set their eyes on you, and you are not foolish enough to believe that they’ll leave you alone.
If you end up in their clutches, you’ll make sure they only get their hands on you to your conditions. “You want me and my womb?”
“More than anything,” Bucky purrs. He steps behind you to place both of his hands on your belly. “And I can tell, Stevie, and will love filling you up.”
Scott hopefully looks at you. This is the moment he was waiting for. He’ll be a made man soon, and his ex will see, he's more than the loser she sees in him.
You look at Steve, holding his gaze, “I’ll be yours if you get rid of him…”
Part 2
#steve rogers#anyfandomgoesbingo#bucky barnes#stucky bingo#stucky x reader#stucky x you#mafia au#mobster!steve rogers#mobster!bucky barnes#Indecent Proposal (1)#scott lang
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I have a request!! Feel free to ignore if I missed a rule.
How about a female reader at Welton and a game of spin the bottle? 👀
Love this!! Sorry it took me a bit to respond, but here it is! Enjoy 😙
Spin the Bottle (DPS x fem!Reader)
Charlie Dalton’s plea for girls at Welton had somehow come true. Through unusual circumstances, you had found yourself in a chilly small tow in New England at an all-boys preparatory school, much to the delight of the so called Dead Poets.
The group of boys, seemingly making up a majority of the school’s outcast population, quickly welcomed you upon your arrival. Some of course were more welcoming than others...Charlie Dalton...while others couldn’t maintain eye contact with you if their life depended on it...Gerard Pitts, Steven Meeks, Richard Cameron, and most of all Todd Anerson.
On this particular night, you found this dichotomy playing out more than ever, in the form of a game of spin the bottle. What started as a joke between you and Knox had led to Charlie scouring the corners of his dorm room in search of any of the empty beer bottles he had tucked behind his furniture in secret. Once he found one, he gestured wildly for you and the poets to sit in a circle.
With a sigh, Neil reluctantly spun the bottle, smiling as it landed next to him,
“Alright Todd, truth or dare,” Neil said with a smirk.
“...tru-” Todd began through a quiet stutter.
“No, no, no. You’re playing the game all wrong,” Charlie interjected, hands gesturing to the bottle, “you’re supposed to kiss each other!”
Neil and Todd’s cheeks both turned crimson, a detail which the rest of the group seemingly missed while they collectively sighed, “ohhhh,” as Charlie shook his head.
“No offense guys,” Cameron began with a chuckle, “but I’m not too keen on kissing any of you.”
“Ditto,” Pitts groaned, with quiet hums of approval coming from the other members.
“No,” Charlie began, “but I know there’s someone here who we’re all pretty keen on kissing...” he raised his eyebrows at you.
“Oh, Charlie, come on” Neil squirmed as he whined at his best friend.
“You know what,” you weighed your options, “It’s all in good fun. Besides, whatever happens in this room, stays in this room”
The dead poets laughed, a slight blush gracing your cheeks as you looked to all of them. “To live deep and suck the marrow out of life?” Meeks toasted, to which you all agreed.
Grabbing the bottle to start the game, Charlie hoped in his mind that it would land on you, and once again his hopes came true.
“Well, well,” he smirked, closing his eyes and pursing his lips in your direction.
You giggled, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss to his cheek.
“Hey-” he began, opening his eyes.
“Sorry Charlie,” you giggled, eyes traveling to the bottle which you were about to spin.
Butterflies filling your stomach, you spun the bottle and closed your eyes, opening them only when the boys all started oooh-ing again.
“Oh god,” Knox groaned, “this is torture,” he said as he crawled towards you.
“Just close your eyes and pretend its Chris,” Pitts joked.
“Knock it off,” Neil, the voice of reason, chimed in.
You and Knox shared an incredibly uncomfortable peck before he rushed back to his seat and your expression turned sour.
Knox spun the bottle, leading to an incredibly entertaining hover-kiss-squirming situation between him and Meeks. During his turn it landed on Cameron, resulting in someone making a ginger-on-ginger comment, making the group erupt in laughter.
Several rounds later you had found yourself in the clear, so far only sharing one real kiss with one of your colleagues, that is, until Pitts ‘s eyes locked with yours.
One of the more quiet and studious members of the group, Pitts and you hadn’t really spoken much, let alone touched. At least with Knox and Charlie that wasn’t your first time being close to either of them, but Pitts was another story.
His eyes told you he was nervous, but also excited, the kind of gaze you’d find in the eyes of a boy who had never kissed a girl.
Oh shit.
You blushed, face falling as you began to speak, “Pitts...you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
He nodded, taking in your words, “no, no I can do it” “Atta boy, Pittsie!” Charlie clapped him on the back.
With a nod, you leaned over to him, capturing his lips in a brief, but thoughtful kiss. The other boys cheered as you kissed him, pulling away to see his eyes glossy with joy and surprise.
“Thank you,” he whispered, although unclear if that was directed to you or to God.
Several rounds later, a rather passionate kiss between Neil and Todd had shrouded the game in a sense of confusion too heavy for it to continue. So, on the last round, you found the bottle in your hands, and you found it pointing to none other than Charlie Dalton.
“How about a little redemption for the first round, huh?” He joked, raising his eyebrows at you.
You sighed, choosing your next actions for three very specific reasons.
1. The importance of a good finale
2. Charlie had a point...and he was cute
3.To distract from rom whatever the hell just happened between Neil and Todd
And with those reasons in mind, you launched yourself forward and grabbed Charlie’s face, kissing him like you meant it as his hands wrapped around your back and the poets cheered. It was the finale the game needed, but it would definitely make for a very interesting school day tomorrow.
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I would really like it if you could do fluff for Steven Meeks x Energetic Fem Reader headcanons. Recently i saw an incredible play performance of Dead Poets Society and I feel in love with Stevens character. I dont mind if you decline my request but I really appreciate your work.
P S it's my first time making a fic request. I really hope i didn't do it wrong!?!🤣😄🤷
You saw the play too? I’ve seen one winter, it was magical. Also no worries, you did everything right
Though he can come across as somebody who’s more on the quiet side upon the first meeting, he definitely has a mischievous spark in him. And if you’re willing to join his creative acts of rebellion (such as the making of the radio), your energy is more than welcome. Though not as talkative, he does his best to keep up with your upbeat self and goes along with your ideas. Unless it’s something really reckless (and even then, it’s usually just because Pitts has to tell you both that your idea sounds dangerous). After you becoming his girlfriend, he starts expressing himself a bit more freely, thanks to your influence. Its a change all if the poets, and even Keating, can see. And he doesn't mind, he likes discovering that new side of himself as well
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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3
ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list
@folkloresthings
⭒ Studying with Steven
@dead3ve
⭒ Steven Meeks x fem!reader (untitled)
Steven Meeks and some other Welton academics are present at a competition they have been winning for 5 years. Welton lost the History prize to another private school, housing young women, breaking Welton's winning streak. One of the women makes Meeks lose all concentration, causing Welton also lose the Mathematics award as well.
@sorencd
⭒ From Me To You
you've been receiving a ton of letters lately. no address or anything, just a letter. who's it from?
⭒ Captivated
dancing in the rain with steven.
⭒ Jealous!Meeks blurb
@masivechaos
⭒ You'll Do Great
Meeks helps you recite your lines for an upcoming theatre audition.
#dead poets society#steven meeks#steven meeks x reader#fluff#dps fanfiction#dps#dps boys#dead poets fandom
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hello! I would like to know if you could do something where Meeks is starting to date a girl and he is still very shy or also something where Charlie the other poets discover being cute with his girlfriend and he gets a little shy about it
the shy type
steven meeks x fem!reader
dating a shy person can be nerve wracking (especially if both parties are shy)
dates werent bad in any way but they tended to be on the down low
like study dates in the library, going out to eat at cafes, and movies in theaters
one might hear that and think he was a 12 year old boy asking out his first crush on a date
steven just likes quiet spaces where talking too much or too loud is looked down apon
that was all fun and just being with each other was enough
however, one day, meeks wanted to stay in his dorm room and sleep rather than go and study
as you and him were lying on his bed reading, charlie came in looking for gerards notes to steal (instead of camerons for once)
in typical fashion, charlie didnt bother to knock
his jaw dropped (hes dramatic)
keep in mind, moments before this only your best friend and gerard knew about you and steven
he felt like he had just caught you two red handed
"since when?" "wait, how? how did HE get a girl to like HIM?"
no time was given for you to respond before more of the guys to walk in on you and steven
cameron simpily hit charlie on the head and told him to leave you two alone cause, quote, "no one needs him in their relationship"
which surprisingly worked for the time being (aka a week)
since being seen by charlie, meeks started to be more public with you but only with the other poets and some of your friends
dates didnt change much but you did get invited to one of their dead poets meetings
it was exciting for you
especially when steven went to hold your hand, he was extremely hesitant, and you could still feel his hand shack as he held yours
once it was his turn, he continued to hold yours as he read off a poem, he recently found about some pretty mountain range
he has a nervous studder like most shy people, but you had never heard it as prominent as it was now
he didnt want to mess up in front of you (and all the poets shooting curious and excited stares at you and meeks)
(^they are very happy for you both but are still surprised that he knows how to show love with how shy he was known to be)
it took him a few months before he even dared to kiss you or even just on the cheek in front of everyone
he wasnt big with pda
but neil found your relationship endearing and would take goofy, paparazzi like pictures of you and steven in the halls or the library to later send you and make lighthearted jokes (theyre hilariou)
#dead poets society#dead poets headcanons#dead poets society fandom#dps#dps boys#steven meeks#steven meeks x reader#dps steven#charlie dalton#neil perry#dps fandom#dps fanfiction#dps fic#dps hc#fandom#fanfic#dead poets fanfic#comfort#fluff#headcanons#stephen meeks#meeks#dead poets society x reader#dead poets live#dead poets society characters#dead poets aesthetic
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tagging a few moots: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @starstruckmoony @juneberrie @jackys-stuff-blog @forourmoons @imshiningjustforyou @locke-writes @oncasette @mad-elia <33
#to the person who requested vigilant shit in literally November i'm sorry for how long i'm taking#i just wanna write the best fic i can#and AUs take me time#hope you're not mad at me lol#also ellora i'm working on the family line request i'm just struggling#margot is talking! ੈ✩‧₊˚
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Hi again! I've been feeling down latelu, Ive not been feeling well too (thankfully nothing bad just had a very big and tiring week) may I request a Steven grant x reader where he takes care of her and she feels bad about not doing anything but doesn't know what to say? Tbh it's probably very plain 🥲 feel free to put any trope and cliche you want !! ,💓💚💓 Take care 💞
AN | Soft Steven! Only the softest for you! I hope you’re feeling better 🥰🥺
Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Warnings | None
Word Count | 1.7k
Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight
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“Alright, that’s it,” you were half asleep when the sound of his voice - harsher in tone than you’d ever known it to be - woke you right up. Steven was standing in front of the couch, watching you with a concerned expression. You blinked at him in confusion before he sighed lightly, “you’re getting a bath and then going to bed.”
“What? Why?” your voice was raspy and thick with sleep that had been pulling you in for the past half hour. Your face was flushed and your body was an odd combination of cold and hot, covered in a sheen of sticky sweat, “‘m fine, Steven.”
“You are anything but fine,” the corners of his mouth were turned down in a deep frown, brows furrowed in confusion, “you’ve been stuck on the couch since you’ve been home.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” you felt tears stinging at the back of your eyes, threatening to pearl up and run down your cheeks, “I should have made dinner. I’m just a little tired is all-”
“You’re not just tired, darling,” he sighed before you could argue and say anything else. Steven wasn’t a pushover by any means, but on the flipside he wasn’t terribly domineering either, “you’ve been running yourself ragged the past few weeks, doing everything for everybody except taking care of yourself. I think it’s finally caught up with you and now you’ve come down with a cold on top of everything else.”
“No,” it was a meek little whimper of an answer and he just raised an eyebrow as if that proved his point, “fine. Maybe I am feeling a little-”
“Sick.”
“Tired-”
“Sick.”
“Under the weather-”
“You’re sick,” he insisted, the sharp tone of his voice causing you to pout at him. There was no way that you were going to win this argument, “come on, love. Let me take care of you for a change. You do so much for others and never ask for anything in return. But now it’s my turn to give that love right back.”
“There’s no point in arguing with you, is there?” you asked meekly, taking his outstretched hand as he pulled you to your feet. He shook his head before gently guiding you to the bathroom.
He sat you down on the toilet seat before turning on the tap and letting the tub fill with blissfully hot water, making sure to add in some of the salts and oils you liked. It wasn’t long before the whole room was filled with steam and the therapeutic smell of lavender and ylang ylang. That in itself already made you feel a million times better.
“Arms up, darling,” he said softly as you easily complied, lifting up your sore, tired limbs as high as you could. It wasn’t very far, which caused him to chuckle slightly. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before helping to pull your sweater off your upper half and tossing it to the side before repeating the motions with your bra, “up you get, time for your pants.”
He helped to keep you upright as you stepped out of your panties and leggings. Steven’s actions were so tender and gentle that you almost wanted to cry at his reverence. Steven held your hand as you stepped into the stemming water, quickly immersing your whole body in it.
“Better?” he got down on his knees on the side of the tub, gently pushing back some of the rogue locks of hair from your face. You nodded before settling against the back of the tub, a long, weary sigh escaping your lips, “don’t fall asleep just yet, my darling. Gotta get all washed up before I take you to bed.”
“You can take me to bed anytime you want,” you offered him a sleepy grin before having to cough deeply. Steven made a small, amused sound in the back of his throat as his cheeks flushed a dark pink.
“You’re always a cheeky thing, aren’t you?” he asked, flicking some of the bubbles at you, “time for you to rest, not make silly jokes.”
“It’s not a joke,” you pouted, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he grinned, reaching for your shampoo and conditioner, “I’m going to wash your hair, okay? No arguments to the contrary will be entertained.”
“Thank you,” you looked at him with wide eyes, so soft and tired that it almost broke his heart, “I don’t deserve you.”
“I think you’ll find it’s quite the other way around,” he slowly lathered up your hair, his touch gentle and almost soothing. He took his time massaging your head, causing you to practically moan with each little movement. At one point it almost got to him and he had to take a moment to recover; he was only human after all and if anything, you were his weakness.
“Can I pay you to do this every day?” your eyes were closed as he rinsed off the shampoo and followed up with conditioner.
“I’m afraid that if we attempted to do that we might not make it out of the house in the morning,” you cracked an eye open, and could see that he was blushing.
“I wish I could kiss you right now,” you sighed lightly, “but I’m so tired and I don’t want to get you sick either.”
“There’s plenty of time for that later,” he grinned as he worked the conditioner through your locks, “no need to worry.”
“Promise?”
“Of course,” he booped the tip of your nose as you relaxed, deciding to close your eyes and let him work. His touch was like magic, and you already felt a million times better. Once he decided that your hair was significantly washed, he grabbed a washcloth and soaped up your aching body to wash away the literal and metaphorical grime, “do you have any idea how many times you’ve done this for me?”
“I dunno,” you had to bite back a moan at the feeling of him scrubbing your tired frame, “maybe one or two times?”
“More times than I can count,” he kissed your forehead before tenderly washing your face, “it’s really the least I can do in return.”
“You’re doing an amazing job, Mr. Grant,” you grinned, “I’ll never stop you from doing this.”
“Duly noted,” he was sure his heart skipped a few beats with excitement at your words, “stay here for a few moments and I’ll get a clean towel and some fresh pajamas. Back in a jiffy.”
You sighed contentedly before leaning back and closing your eyes, hoping the warmth would help clear up some of the congestion that was setting in. The bath was still so warm and you felt much better than you had all, and you could easily just fall asleep then and there.
“Not quite yet,” Steven laughed lightly as he came back in, carrying a big fluffy towel and fresh clothes. He gently set everything down before ushering you back up and out of the warm water, “feeling any better?”
“Lots already,” you promised, reaching for the towel to dry yourself off, which he immediately beat you to doing, “I can help.”
“I’m well aware,” he kissed your forehead before gently drying your hair, “but I want to do this. You are a horrible patient, you know.”
“That’s because I like doing things for myself or for others.
“But I want to do this for you,” he insisted, “stubborn, wonderful girl.”
Steven dried the rest of your body off, making it a point to stop and grab your favorite lotion and smoothing it all over you. It was such a simple, sacred thing that served to make your knees weak and if you weren’t feeling like you were a few steps away from death’s door you would have jumped him then and there.
He grabbed the soft sweater and pulled it over your head and helped you get your arms through before taking the sweatpants and pulling them up your body. He paused to give your bum a cheeky pat before you wrapped your arms around him, clinging on like a koala.
“Alright,” he laughed, holding you back just as tightly, “off to bed with you.”
“Will you come with me?” you didn’t even care that you were practically begging him; you just wanted him as close as possible to you, “please, my love?”
“I will,” he moved to stand behind you as he walked you in the direction of the bedroom, “but first you’re going to get comfy and I’ll make some soup for later and then I’ll join you.”
“Stevie,” you offered up your best puppy dog eyes as he grinned at your little nickname. He pretended to hate it, but you knew he secretly loved it, “I want you now.”
“Soon,” he insisted, pulling back the blankets and nodding for you to get into the bed. You did as he silently asked, almost groaning at how soft the bed felt underneath you. This was definitely a good idea; you never wanted to leave again. He tucked the blankets around you before kissing your forehead, “better, love?”
“Yes,” you put your hand on his face, gently stroking his cheek before running your hand through his curls, “thank you so much, Steven. You mean the world to me.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he grinned, “once you’re feeling better. Just rest for now, yeah? I’ll go and make some soup and I’ll grab some tea when you’re back up.”
“But-”
“At least try and get some sleep for me, love?”
“Yes,” you already felt yourself getting drowsier with each passing second, “thank you for taking care of me. I love you to the moon and back and then back again and again and again.”
“Silly girl,” he kissed your knuckles gently before turning off the bedside lamp, “get some rest and I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
“Promise?”
“Always.”
#steven grant#steven grant x reader#steven grant x you#steven grant x fem!reader#oscar isaac#oscar isaac x you#oscar isaac x reader#moon knight#marc spector
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Dating Steven Meeks Would Include:
master list
• Him telling you random facts
• Talking about the future
• Late night strolls in town
• Study dates
• Him buying you desert
• Him telling you jokes
• Wearing his clothes
• Feeding him while he studies (and vice versa)
• Dressing up for Halloween
• Still trick-or-treating
• Staying up on the phone
• Falling asleep on the phone
• Cloud watching
• Going to the movies
• Scaring him
• sneaking into town
• your parents loving him
• wearing his glasses
• reading poetry
• him telling you science facts
• Teaching you latin
#steven meeks x fem!reader#steven meeks x reader#steven meeks#steven meeks one shots#dps imagines#dps one shots#dps headcanons#dps fandom#dps#dead poets society boyfriend scenarios#dead poets society one shots#dead poets society scenarios
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Steven Meeks x fem!reader
Summary: Steven Meeks and some other Welton academics are present at a competition they have been winning for 5 years. Welton lost the History prize to another private school, housing young women, breaking Welton's winning streak. One of the women makes Meeks lose all concentration, causing Welton also lose the Mathematics award as well.
Warnings: reader uses they/them pronouns, referred to as a female, girl, women. Meeks is pining. No use of y/n.
The hall was loud. Meeks was sweating. The noise wasn't helping him solve difficult equations. With time running out he was growing nervous. Restless. He was the math genius at Welton, and he was struggling to even think. Gerard Pitts and Richard Cameron were doing more than he was.
The hall, where the competition was taking place, was asked to quieten down. A man who was round and grey-haired was talking into a microphone. He announced "The Excellence in Historical Writing award goes to the Ladies' College. We ask for two student representatives to approach the front to receive their award."
The hall erupted into applause. The Ladies' College table began to holler and cheer for their friends who stood. One of the two who stood wore the dull, navy-blue uniform of a lengthy skirt and boxy button up shirt with a heavy blazer and made Meeks turn as red as his hair. Their joy and confidence that radiated off of them made Steven feel the same way. Once they were at the stage holding the award and smiling for a photo, Meeks smiled too. The hall was quiet at that point. Quiet enough for Meeks to hear a faraway "Thank you." from the awarded girl and snickering from Pitts who was sat next to him.
Meeks stomped on his foot under the table.
Cameron was sick of his teammates being distracted by things as simple as girls. "If you're so interested in her, go and say something. You're not doing anything here, Meeks." Cameron was frustrated, talking through his gritted teeth.
"Yeah, Meeks. I'll go with you. They're at the food table with their friend." Pitts offered, attempting to sooth Cameron's insult.
Steven weighed the options out in his head. He could nail the exam, which he wasn't sure he could do because of the distracting beauty of the History girl. Or he could attempt to meet the girl, and maybe, with some charm win her over. Both, to Steven Meeks were very poor options at the time, but he decided the latter had slightly better odds with Pitts by his side.
Pitts and Meeks stood up from their table and approached the food tables where the girls prepared slices of cakes and tea for their table. Pitts went to make a cup of tea, putting him in place for a conversation.
"How is your team looking for math?" Pitts asks the girls' friend as he stirs sugar into his tea.
The girl Meeks failed to acknowledge began to talk animatedly to Pitts about the poor questions chosen for the examination. Pitts became too engaged in conversation to help Meeks, leaving the red head to stand awkwardly in front of the girl who drew his interest initially. Meeks couldn't bring himself to say anything. Maybe it was nerves. Maybe her presence was so important and radiant that it shouldn't be ignored with talk.
"You're here for math?" A quiet question left the girl's mouth. They also held a cup of tea, and they took a sip after asking the question.
"Yeah, yes." Meeks fumbled his answer. Wringing his hands tightly as he spoke. "Did you do the History essay?"
They smiled at that. They blushed and looked at the wooden floors beneath them. "Yes, I did." They looked back up at Meeks with excited eyes, "Sad I took the Welton crown?"
Meeks smiled at that. They were playful. Steven let out a small laugh of relief. "No not at all. Suits you more than us." Meeks looked at the girl, cautious of their reaction, hoping he hadn't put his foot into his mouth like he so often did.
They smiled, blushed then took a step closer to Meeks. "What's your name? I'd also like to know if you're bribing the math win from us, considering you are charming me." They spoke, knowing their words, confidently.
Meeks blushed, turning red again. He began to laugh at their statement. "It's Steven Meeks and this isn't a bribe. My friends saw me looking at you and made me leave the table because I was slowing them down. You were a pretty distraction." Meeks couldn't believe what he was saying. He was not one to do this.
Suddenly, the girl pushed her arm towards Meeks, with a pen extended in their other hand. "Can I have your phone number, Steven? The school one or your family's one. Do you board at Welton?" All of these fretful questions were asked as Meeks quickly wrote the school's phone number down onto their skin in a hurry to calm them. He gently let go of their arm and held the pen back at them.
"I board at Welton, but we leave the campus on weekends. Maybe you'd want to join me one weekend?" Meeks was asking a girl out on a date. He was red in the face and still sweating. It was no longer loud in the hall though because all Meeks could hear was their acceptance to the proposed date.
Cameron suddenly turned Meeks with a firm hand gripping his shoulder. "What are you doing Meeks? We just lost the Math prize. Dr Hager is going to kill us." Cameron was angry at Pitts but more so Steven. He began to drag Meeks away from the two girls by the collar of his blazer. Cameron couldn't handle more homework. Meeks could, if he got to see a pretty girl because of it.
#steven meeks#steven meeks x reader#dead poets society#dead poets society x reader#dead poets#dead poets fanfic#dps#fem!reader
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sparks ᯓ★ / 03 ,, I just wanna be part of your symphonyy
masterlist ✶﹒ next / previous
sorry if this part is kinda ass u guys :(
#sparks social media au#charlie dalton#charlie dalton x reader#dead poets society#the dead poets society#charlie dalton x fem!reader#knox overstreet#knox overstreet x fem!reader#knox overstreet x reader#knox x charlie#pitts x meeks#pitts x meeks#gerard Pitts#steven meeks
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steven meeks x fem reader smut pls!
Oneshot: Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me
< Atention: Modern AU where Neil lives, and Welton’s a boys & girls school. This piece is a bit further into future and everyone's at college already.
Warnings: Fluff, +16 content, if you’re under 16y or feel uncomfortable with the prompt please do not interact! Nothing way too explicit, but there’s a lot of sexual insinuation and generally soft smut, Steven being a housewife, an obscene amount of The Cure reference, hints of sub! Steven >
Words: 1.8k ;
Note: Heyy there, so I recommend listenning to Hot Hot Hot!!! by The Cure while reading (it was the main inspiration, but if you really want to dive in, listen to the entire album- Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me);
There's a bunch of songs excerpts in here, all from the same album, and they're supposed to translate what's going in Steven's head, since I headcanon him as an action person and the reader knows he has ways of by-passing his verbal difficulty it through music.
Plot: Steven and you have been dating for awhile, and now in college with both constantly exhausted you've been out of time for each other. Steven decides to fix that and make room for you in his schedule if you know what I mean. Steven Meeks x (fem!) reader
Also, here’s my Meeks playlist, hope you enjoy it!
Steven was your best friend, and it has been like this since the both of you met. He had a crush on you from the start, you intrigued him, and after a few schemes and setups from his friends, you had your first date at the movie theater. After that, it became really clear that the infatuation was mutual, and also that both of you were willing to take your time with things.
By the end of high school, you were in a stable strong relationship. You knew him like the back of your hand, and he used all his scientific expertise into studying you as well. Charlie always joked that you were like an old married couple, and as odd as it could be, you felt like that too.
However, physical intimacy was a current problem. Not because you didn't want it (you were both starving from it) but due to the unpleasant circumstances that had followed you. In Welton, there was never a proper place for things to unravel naturally. It was always rushed by the fear of getting caught, and neither of you liked that, at least not as a regular condition.
At the beginning of the semester, things were heavenly. You made an arrangement to share your dorm with him, and so, you lived almost literally like a married couple. Enjoying all the bliss that domestic life could offer. It also helped a great deal to truly enjoy each other's bodies and engage in emotionally fulfilling intimacy.
That was, until last month. College life was starting to weigh on both of you, and though the desire was still under your skin, exhaustion often took over your body. Not to mention that your routines would often mismatch, making Steven go to sleep by the time you would wake up and vice versa.
It didn't make you feel insecure, the boy loved you. He'd still kiss your hand every time he greeted you. He'd still bring you snacks during your study sessions, remembering you to make regular pauses and drink water. He'd still avoid smoking near you because he knew you hated the smell. You could see clearly that the feeling hasn't faded one bit, but you were frustrated.
And so was he. Steven would never complain or express, verbally, his discontent. But every time he would embrace you behind and lay his head on your shoulder, you could feel the tired sigh coming out of his mouth. You could hear him mumbling an apology whenever he got in bed later than you.
This week your tests had finally been over, and Christmas was in sight: only one week left. As you arrived at your dorm, you noticed your boyfriend was already there. A delicious smell came from the oven, and a pan was placed on the stove, cooking pasta.
Steven caught you by surprise with his embrace, "Welcome home, darling." You could tell he was happy, "What's the occasion?" you asked as he gently entwined your fingers and guided your hand to his lips, placing a soft peck. "Freedom. I'm finally free, now I can fully enjoy you, and I intend to do it properly within every second of this weekend. Starting tonight," he said looking at his wristwatch "Friday, 10p.m." a coy smile tugging the corners of his mouth.
"You're unreal, you know that Steven Meeks?" you said as you detangled yourself from his embrace, intending to face him directly. You cupped his cheeks as they've become a light pink, emphasizing his freckles. He stared at you, shy and smitten. He then bend, touching his forehead to yours, and closed his eyes enjoying the warmth.
"I love you." He whispered, like a confession. The noise of steam interrupted the moment and made Meeks drive away, leaving your hands empty. He stirred the content a bit and looked at you, "Take a shower, it will be ready when you get out." You took the advice and went your way.
The hot water helped your muscles to relax and you felt like you could, after weeks of stress compiled, slow down. As you got out, a set of Christmas-themed pajamas freshly out of the dryer rested patiently on your bed, waiting for you. A chuckle escaped your lips, when did he even get time to shop you something?
You showed up in the kitchen already dressed, you saw two plates of spaghetti and a tray full of cinnamon rolls placed on the table. Steven was washing the dishes when he heard you arrived and smiled in contempt "It fits!" His hands gesturing towards your body, "I got it earlier when I went over town to buy the ingredients. Just saw this set with the corner of my eye on my way to the cashier and remembered how your previous one shrunk last week."
"Does that mean you don't want me wearing your shirts to sleep anymore?" you said, teasingly as it was your turn to embrace him from behind. "Absolutely. It was getting very hard to focus on my tasks with you wandering around every night in my clothes." you couldn't see his face but you could hear through his voice that he was smirking.
As Steven finished the dishes, he took your hand and guided you to the table. "Now, let's eat. I'm starving," he said as a grunt came out of your stomach causing you both to laugh. You ate and talked through the night simply enjoying your time together.
After all the dishes were savored you watched him set up a fun melody from the first Spotify playlist he gifted you. The song started as he also started dancing to the melody, gesturing towards you. You started dancing as well, surrounding your arms on his neck while his hands organically grabbed your waist.
Hey, you! Yes, you... You, the one that looks like Christmas... Come over here and kiss me!!! Kiss me!!!
Your smitten gaze met his, as you shared a passionate and slow kiss. You felt yourself completely melt into his arms, as his hands now at the small of your back bringing you closer. He parted your lips and laid his head onto your shoulder, recovering oxygen.
I kissed her face, I kissed her head And dreamed of all the different ways I had to make her glow Why are you so far away, she said Why won't you ever know That I'm in love with you That I'm in love with you?
"I can't wait to marry you." His warm breath caressed your neck, his voice low, almost in as if he was stating that to himself solely. The tip of your fingers softly stroking his auburn hair. "I missed you so much, love," you said, in the same tone. He held you tighter, "I know. Me too." he raised his face from the crook of your neck, and bend touching foreheads again.
You're just like a dream You're just like a dream
You danced to the melody as one, letting your bodies be guided by the rhythm. Eyes hypnotized by each other's, his mouth being pulled by yours as magnets. He kissed you, his hands crawling to the back of your neck deepening the kiss. He was starved from you. You could tell it wasn't just a matter of flesh, it wasn't just primal. It was ancient, almost spiritual.
He didn't want just your body, he wanted your time, your dedication, your devotion. He wanted to dive into your soul once again and have you become one. And he would willingly provide the same for you. When your breath was lost, your lips parted. Inches away, panting desperately. You watched as his lips, already swollen, would repeatedly open and close signing the passage of air.
Tonight I'm screaming like an animal Tonight I'm losing control Tonight I'm screaming like an animal Tonight I'm getting so low
The lyrics came through the speakers as the realization hit you, making you chuckle. "You put the entire album?" "Not the entire album..." his one-sided grin made your heart skip a beat, "but yeah, like, half of it. I found it to be quite appropriate since I do want you to kiss me, kiss me, kiss me." the burst of laughter came immediately, making your eyes squint.
"Well, you're very hot, hot, hot yourself, love." you stroke back right after. "Happy to serve," he spoke softly as his mouth made its way to your neck. "speaking of which, how can I please you tonight?" you gasped as goosebumps covered your body. "God, Steven..." your hands clenching around his shoulder now.
As you felt his lips ghost over your exposed neck, an unintelligible mumble exiting it as you guided both to your shared bed. You pushed him a little, causing your boyfriend to sit on it while you stood. He brought you closer, placing you between his legs, looking up at you in adoration with strands of ginger curly hair stuck onto his temples.
You pushed his hair back and cupped his face delicately, caressing his cheek with your thumb as his eyes submerged into your figure. He bit his lower lip, completely enchanted.
The third time I saw lightning strike It hit me in bed It threw me around And left me for dead For a second that room was on the moon
You placed your other hand on his neck, this time thumb under his chin gently forcing it up. "I love it when you're subservient like this, truly makes justice to your name." he smiled, enamored. You got closer whilst he tried capturing your lips. You recoiled, taunting him as a sadistic grin took over your face. His hunger frame almost made you feel guilty, but deep down you knew these power displays were what kept things thrilling for you both.
Finally, you gave in to his embrace. You let his hands wander through your body, helping you to undress from the pajamas. You switch positions with you, fully undressed laying in the bed and him standing. He took his shirt off with one swift motion and watched your body as he finished undressing.
You're so gorgeous I'll do anything! I'll kiss you from your feet To where your head begins! You're so perfect! You're so right as rain! You make me Make me hungry again
He dove into bed, kissing every part of you he could reach with his mouth. His hands pulled you closer and closer each time as if he would be able to merge your bodies together. Ravishing adoration in each gesture, delicacy within each touch, and reverence carved in his glance.
You're not sure how long it took for the both of you to be fully satisfied, but as you rested your head on his chest you could hear a soft melody playing in the background alluring you into sleep. You made yourself comfortable as your left hand traced invisible patterns near his heart.
And hold me up so high And never let me go Take me Take me in your arms tonight
Just like that, everything else beyond your bedroom walls was irrelevant, and you slept soundly.
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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.
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Of Little Love Poems, Secret Admirers, and Anonymous Notes
requested by this anon: "Heyyy! I was just wondering if I could request something, if your requests are closed you can ignore this and get on with your day~ Can I request a secret admirer trope with Steven Meeks hehe, where he sends mc little notes coz he thinks she's way out of her league 💕"
{Ahhhhh okay I'm such a sucker for this concept- I litterally love this so much}
Steven Meeks x fem!reader
trigger warnings: none <3
Premise: You've been getting these notes for ages now, and sure, who ever has been writing them has caught your attention, but not nearly as much as the shy red head from your English class.
{any poem not labeled with a writer is mine :)}
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'To my lovely (y/n),
Shall I compare the to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... --William Shakespeare (I couldn't resist)
I hope your weekend was just as perfect as you are, and I hope your week even better.
I wish you the utmost luck on ou- your next chemistry test, though I must say, I doubt you'd need luck.
Always yours,
An Admirer'
It wasn't the first note you had received, and you doubted that it would be the last.
They had began to appear, slid under the door of your dorm, a few weeks into the school year; Now it was almost November, and the soft red envelopes had become almost like a friend to you, greeting you every few mornings.
You turned the new letter over in your hand as you sat at your breakfast table.
"Another one?" Your friend asked as she slid into her seat next to you.
"Yup." Was all you said, quickly tucking the envelope under your plate.
She raised her eyebrow, "You know the more this goes on, the more I swear you almost seem disappointed to get one."
You shrugged, "I just wanna find out who it is... and I never seem to get any closer to figure it out."
"You don't wanna just find out who it is," You friend teased, "You just wanna know if it's Meeks."
Just at the accusation, you could feel your face begin to flush, "Shut up."
~~
'To my darling (y/n),
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. --Pablo Neruda
Something about those words feel right, for you and me.
Only you aren't the dark- your far from it.
If anything you are the light, the beautiful, flickering candle and I'm simply a moth drawn to the flame.
Always yours,
An Admirer'
The words of the newest note seemed to echo in your head, even hours after you'd first read it.
Who had written it?
You had read and re read the lines, searching for some sort of message or hint, but still, you couldn't find anything.
Sighing, you tried to focus back down on the calculus worksheet Dr. Hager had given out to fill the last forty minutes of class. It was honestly the last thing you wanted to be focused on, and your eyes couldn't help but wander off your paper and around the room.
After a moment, your gaze landed on the desk next to you, and Meeks' own gaze quickly whipped back to his work. You barely held in a giggle as his face went red, catching his eye just enough to send him a smile.
Later, as you stood in the hall, waiting for your friend to finish gathering her things, you shuffled through your things, surprised to find a new slip of paper:
'Your smile is brighter than the sun, setting off a heat that's almost scorching, yet I'd gladly bear that heat to see it everyday. --Your admirer'
"Did he give you that during class?" Your friend demanded, looking over your shoulder, "He's getting bold!"
"Not in class, I didn't find it till I was out here for a minute- it could've been anyone!"
It was almost exasperating.
~~ So far, the presentations in Mr. Keating's class had gone well, Knox had written about Chris, Hopkins.... , and Todd's off the cuff poem had been incredible.
But now it was your turn, and as Mr. K called your name to go next, you decided you no longer liked presentations in Mr. Keating's class.
"Go on, Miss (y/l/n); dazzle us with your words!"
You took a deep breath, slowly moving up to the front of the class.
"'I don't really know you, not in the way that you know me, but I try to understand in the strokes of your pen, the little things you do, but until then, I'll read them over and over again.'"
You finished reading, making a beeline back to your desk before the class could even begin to clap.
"Excellent, Miss (y/l/n)! Absolutely brilliant!" Mr. Keating cheered, "Another perfect example of one of our main themes: love!"
You only nodded, barley registering his words; there was something about Meeks' expression as you returned to your desk- surprise- shock- and something you couldn't name.
~~ 'To my wonderful (y/n),
I see a sweetness in her smile, bright light shines from her eyes, but life is complete, contentment is mine, just knowing that she's alive --Our very over Knox Overstreet
A poem about me? I must say, darling, I'm flattered.
Always yours,
Your Admirer'
You hadn't stopped to read the note at first, instead peering up and down the empty hall; you'd heard the footsteps this time, but hadn't made it to the door in time.
But now that you had stopped to read the words properly, your heart seemed to drop.
He was in your English class-
He was in your English class!
That narrowed the hunt down to a group of 18 or so.
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You weren't sure whose dumb idea it was, yours, your friends, or Sticks. Someone had suggested it at your study hall table, you knew that for sure.
So now you were sitting up at your desk, in the early hours of the morning, attempting to catch whoever was leaving the notes.
You hadn't been up all night, instead waking up early, and checking to find no letter; hopefully today would be the day.
After a while, you heard careful footsteps making their way down the hall, and you sat up from your hunched position, listening as they stopped before your door.
Carefully, you stood up, moving over to the door as quietly as you could, and listening.
After a muffled sigh, a note was slid under the door, and you hardly stopped to pick it up before you pulled the door open.
Meeks' surprised eyes met yours as he stumbled back.
Your mouth dropped open, "You..."
"Me." He responded with a gulp, face flushing bright red.
The hall was silent again, until he began to stammer out an explanation, "I- i- I'm sorry- I just- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable- or anything- i'm just not good at talking- like talking talking- and- and- oh god- I'm sorry-"
"Steven-" You cut him off, your own face beginning to heat up, "I'm not- mad or anything. I uh- I was actually hoping it was you..."
"Really?"
You nodded, reaching back inside to grab the box of letters off your desk, "I- kept all of them. Just cause- they made me feel seen, you know?"
He seemed to breath a sigh of relief.
After another long moment you asked, "Why- why didn't you just talk to me?"
"Because you're you... your pretty, and smart, and incredible, and its like you always know what to do and say and just... I'm not like that- I'm just me. It was easier to hide..."
Slowly, you moved forward, cupping his face in your hands, "I think your wrong. I like just you... I like you Steven."
"oh." He mumbled, quickly bridging the gap between you, and pressing his lips to yours.
You broke away from him after a moment, grinning, "No more fully hiding behind notes, okay?"
"Okay."
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