All I’m thinking about is one if not all poets meeting someone that fits the stereotype of shy goodie two shoes and as they get to know them they say the dumbest and weirdest shit known to man and I mean dumb jokes both sexual and not and giggling when they remember doing something stupid yet funny(gn reader pls?)
Charlie Dalton x gn!shy!reader
Summary: When Knox makes a phone call to Chris, Charlie suddenly became aware of the humor within the newest addition to the poets.
Warnings: they/them pronouns, I did sort of stray a little from the ask, apologies. allusions to oral sex (nothing between the characters, just a crude joke)
"She's gonna hate me." Knox spoke defeated. Frantic.
All the poets had chased Knox from the cave and all the way back to Welton, where they waited for Knox to make the most important phone call of any boys' life. One to a girl.
Charlie Dalton had been leant against the wall, the newest dead poet behind him, leaning into him slightly. Dalton didn't seem to mind. The new student had grown slightly attached to him due to his humor and loyalty.
He stood up for them when Dr Hager had a go at them for practicing silence rather than knowing the answer. Charlie made some remark about a plane coming straight for the window, throwing himself under his desk. That landed him a detention and the student some relief. What made Charlie like them after the fact was that they caught him at dinner that evening and asked him about the plane.
"You think Vietnam's coming over here?" They spoke quietly and only to Charlie.
Charlie raised a brow in surprise at the dark joke. He spoke quietly in response, hoping to maintain their engagement, "Look at who we'd have fighting for us," Charlie gestured to the rest of the table being the other poets, "We'd be winners, babe." Charlie winked at them before turning back to his food, satisfied with the laughter they brought from the shy new student.
Since then, they'd been exchanging little quips to each other. Flirtatious some, and others not. Just wanting a smile from each other.
Once Chris had finally answered the phone, Charlie moved closer to Knox so he could hear Chris. The new poet felt colder without his bright presence by them.
Knox detailed what Chris had offered through the phone, "She's glad I called!" He whispered to the group animatedly, "Would I like to come to a party?"
Charlie quickly whispered 'say yes' excitedly. The new poet could only assume most of his time not at Welton was at big, exciting parties. Soon, the group found out it was at Chris's boyfriend's house. Charlie started speaking to Knox as if he were being an unaware child.
"So, you don't really think she means you're going with her?" Charlie spoke with a rhythm there. Purposefully slowing down the sentence so Knox could hear his daftness.
Knox hesitates for a moment, refusing to be the wrong one, despite the fact many of the group hadn't really been involved with girls.
"Well, of course not Charlie but that's not the point." Knox was firm in his words.
Charlie looked at the other poets, seeing if they felt the same way. He saw the new poet and their smile hidden behind a bitten lip. He smiled briefly, tried not to flush red and turned back to Knox.
"The point, Charlie... Is... That she was thinking about me."
The new poets jaw dropped slightly. They couldn't believe his thought process. He was most likely invited so there'd be some numbers at Chet's house. Charlie smiled at their face. Knox continued.
"It's gonna happen guys. I can feel it."
The new student could not feel it. At all. Knox had moved to walk past the poets now. Charlie moved to be close to the new student again. Knox turned before leaving down the hall, stating:
"She is going to be mine."
The other poets chased after him. Charlie and the new student turned to look at each other. They laughed in the sudden silence. At the grandeur of Knox's love for Chris.
Then the new student spoke in a loud sing-song tone, "Delusional!"
Charlie laughed in response. He brightened at their volume. It made him fall harder for them when he could see they trusted him.
"He's gone, y/n," Charlie had taken their hand then as he spoke. He pulled them down the hallway towards study hall, "And I don't think we're getting him back."
The pair were still laughing when they walked into the common room that held study hall. The poets looked up at the noise. Charlie's laugh wasn't so different, but the ringing one that bubbled more than burst from their chest caught their interest. They all turned back quickly when they realized it made them silence, wanting to keep the joy for as long as possible.
Soon, the pair had settled. The new poet helping Charlie with his history assignment as he groaned frustratedly with his head in his hands. They let them ramble about the Civil War, pretending to listen when really Charlie was looking at them with furrowed brows and a pouted lip.
How could someone be so pretty when talking about the old, wrinkled, wig wearing founding fathers?
The new student stopped talking when they noticed Charlie's pinched brow. They smiled at him softly.
"What?" They spoke with a cheeky look in their eye, "You don't swing that way, Charlie?"
Charlie laughed in response, leaning closer to the poet, then taking their pen.
"Just dont care much for the textbook." Charlie spoke quietly now. He gazed at them. He pushed their hair behind their ear.
They moved into his hand slightly, looking at him the same way. Peaceful. Satisfied. Longing, but not a desperate longing. They knew they could take their time. That was until Cameron interupted.
"Hey, y/n! What'd you get in English the other day? I can't figure out how to please this guy."
God, Cameron's nasally voice and stupid questions irritated him. He was going to respond with some of his quick wit, but the new poet beat him to it.
"Did you try sucking it?" They spoke bluntly, head not looking up from their paper.
There was silence. Then Charlie managed to take out Cameron with another witty swing, laughing through his statement of:
"Yeah, ass licking might be your thing too, try that next time, Cameron!"












