Omg please girl do a fic with either charlie x meeks x reader (idk if you ship them or not) or maybe with charlie x Knox or whatever ship is your fav where they're all studying (dont know where but 😭) (and if charlie x meeks meeks is helping them and stuff) but charlie just can't be bothered so he starts like kissing on reader and (whoever you decide😁) and being kind of teasing and annoyingly distracting (as charlie is) if you want you can make it smutty but if you don't want to you can totally just keep it fluffy
Omg I love love love this idea!! I’m super excited to write it for you and I hope I do it justice💓 (half proofread, bear in mind.)
(College/University AU!!)
Warnings: Smut, 18+ MDNI!! Pet names, dirty talk, oral f!receiving and giving, fluff, a lot of kissing, intimate/sensual
Charlie Dalton x fem!reader x Steven Meeks- ‘Study Buddies’ (Fluff/Smut)
“So, this is how we find the hypotenuse..” Steven trailed off, adjusting his glasses with a clack as he entirely focused on tutoring you and Charlie. “Charlie, focus.” He narrowed his eyes.
Of course, Charlie wasn’t listening, he never did when it came to academic studies. He was too busy daydreaming or looking at you. In his eyes, you were the only thing he needed; and despite his focus, Meeks thought entirely the same thing.
“I love you.” Charlie mused with a lovesick expression.
You chuckled softly, “I love you too, but I really have to focus-”
“But why?” Dalton whined, cutting across you.
Meeks spoke up, “You could really benefit from this too Charlie. You’re not exactly Einstein.”
“I could be Einstein.”
“Oh, shut up.” You giggled.
Charlie smirked, taking it as an invitation, “Make me, pretty girl.”
Steven simply rolled his eyes, despite the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You looked back down at your textbook, trying to make sense of the math, leaning slightly into Meeks’ side.
Suddenly, a gentle graze of Charlie’s lips danced down your neck, “Charlie,” you sighed, “not now…”
“If not now, then when?” He mused intimately.
She shared a knowing look with Steven. In the end, tilting her head on Steven’s shoulder to give Charlie more access.
“That’s it..” he purred, “just let me love you.”
Meeks played with your hair as he kissed the top of your head, “Head up, sweetheart.” He instructed.
You lifted your head from his shoulder, wondering why. Before you could even think, his lips attached to the other side of your neck. Steven inhaled your scent as he kisses up your jawline, “Mm.. you wearing that perfume we got you?”
You nod sheepishly. Meeks hums appreciatively, his breathing a little laboured, “Smells good, baby.”
Closing the textbook, you decided to give into your boys with a blissful sigh. Charlie gently nibbled at your pulse point, causing you to let out a soft moan.
“What have we got here?” He grinned, his voice husky with desire, “Such pretty noises, from such a beautiful girl. Our girl.”
Dalton’s hand slid slowly up your thigh, as Meeks continued making out with your neck. Your breathing hitched slightly, “I’m going to fail this math test.” She whispered with need.
Charlie pressed a loving kiss to your lips, “Yeah well, who needs trig anyway?” You kiss him back feverishly, your hand resting firmly on the nape of his neck.
Meeks’ hands begin to wonder in synchronicity with Charlie’s. You reacted to every kiss, pinch, and rub with small gasps or whimpers.
“She’s so receptive, don’t you think?” Meeks huskily asks Charlie, feeling you up eagerly. Charlie’s fingers ghost over your shorts, and against your core, earning another needy whine from your lips.
Dalton kneeled in front of your chair, his hands eagerly kneading your thighs, “C’mon baby, I know you need it. I know you need us.” He practically growled. He had a primal look in his eye that drove you and Steven crazy.
She happily parted her legs for her boyfriend, letting Charlie pull down her lounge shorts. “No panties?” He wickedly smirked, “Naughty baby.” He began to slowly lap at your heat, causing you to moan loudly.
Meeks instantly turned your head to kiss you passionately, swallowing the sounds of your pleasure. “That’s a good girl,” He groans as his eyes flickered to Charlie between your legs. He began to palm himself over his sweatpants, “God, can’t get enough of you.”
Your hand found its way into Charlie’s hair, pulling him against you as you bucked your hips; causing him to groan and growl between your legs, “C’mon, darling.. let go.” He encouraged, massaging two fingers against your g-spot.
“Charlie,” you whimpered, “I’m so close.. fuck, so close!” You mewled, one hand gripping his hair and the other held Meeks’ hand.
Charlie lapped up your release with a satisfied grin, “Atta’ girl.”
Once remotely recovered, you kneeled in front of Meeks. He raised a brow, “What are you doing there, sweetheart?”
Hey!:) Could you do a Charlie Dalton x male!reader?
Reader is anxious, more than ever, and he's pacing and pacing like there's no tomorrow in his dorm because feels weird about his best friend, Charlie. He doesn't know how to describe it and he's terrified to find out what it is (the lovely boy is bisexual). One day he walks into his dorm, the door being forgotten and wide open and he just begins to slam his head into his desk over and over until he starts to bleed a little bit. Charlie walks in and asks him what's wrong and what's all the noise and reader ends up having a mental breakdown about bow confused he feels about a friend. As they talk, Charlie realizes that reader's crush is him and tells him after one of the meetings in the cave when he realized he felt the same way about reader :)
aaahhhhh yes, i love this!!!!!!!!!
Thank you so much for this request!! I've never written xmale!reader before so pls give me feedback in the comments and let me know if you like it :)
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No Unreturned Love - Charlie Dalton x male!Reader
WC: 1.2k
Warnings: negative self talk, self harm, kissing, charlie begin an angel, shitty whitman references
Charlie’s joke…if you could call it that…came as a dagger to the chest, especially since you were at the brunt of it. The rest of your friends, the entirety of the newly-formed Welton chapter of the Dead Poets Society, howled with laughter and praise in the dining hall, hands clapping you on the back with each wave of entertainment. You, on the other hand, had shrunk into yourself, blood filling your ears and face, making your hearing fade and your skin flush.
“You don’t have to room with him,” Charlie’s voice replayed in your mind, “God knows what he thinks about when he stays up under the covers after lights out”
It was an innocent jab, somewhere deep down you understood that, but rationality only went so far when the source of your discomfort was your roommate, and the boy you had been falling for since the first day of term.
Neil’s laughter subsided as his arm snaked around your shoulders, your eyes refusing to open as you focused your consciousness on subsiding the anxiety bubbling in your throat.
“I gotta go,” you barked out, wiggling from Neil’s grasp and removing yourself from the dinner table, “excuse me.”
“Hey,” Charlie’s taunting voice had turned concerned, “Y/n where you going? It was just a joke man,” he called after you. You paid his words no mind, half because you simply couldn’t hear him, and half because you couldn’t be bothered to stay at that suffocating table any longer.
The walk back to your shared room went by in a flash, anxiety and the need for solitude propelling your legs up the stairs and down the hall. Door insight, the tears threatened to flow, the proximity of seclusion breaking your emotional control.
“Fuck,” your voice trembled as you swung the door open and flopped onto your bed. Your pillow was your support as you cried it out, salty tears darkening the grey fabric until a puddle had formed.
With shaking hands, you pushed yourself up off the mattress and swung yourself into your desk chair, anxiously-chewed fingernails digging into your scalp as you rested your head in your hands.
“Y/n you idiot,” flowed from your lips like a mantra, repeating until you believed your words more than you had ever believed anything before. Words turned into actions, your anger at yourself fueling the fire of self-hate that propelled you to begin tapping your forehead against the wooden desk.
“Stupid” joined the affirmations as tears wet the wood beneath your head, which was now throbbing and tender…how long had you been doing this?
The voices of your classmates and friends coming down the hall were lost within your words, your head continuously contacting the desk with more force each time.
“Woah,” Charlie’s voice sounded like a dream, and you were certain it was, until the sudden slam of the door and the warm contact of his hands on your shoulders broke you from your trance, “Y/n…Y/n,” the repetition of your name became the new mantra in your mind.
He had pulled you away from the desk, his hands now resting on the sides of your face, cradling the weight of your head. He was squatting on the floor in between your legs, your body defeatedly slumped in the desk chair.
“What are you doing?” He chastised you, “you’re hurting yourself, what’s wrong?”
“Charlie,” you groaned, voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m here, you can talk to me,” his thumb wiped the specks of blood from your forehead, his eyes full of pain and wonder.
“I can’t,” you sobbed out, pulling your head out of his hands, “I can’t talk to you about anything”
“Y/n?” He asked, shocked, “what the hell are you talking about?”
“You don’t know,” you whined, delirium taking the reins of your words, “you just don’t know”
“I don’t know what?” Charlie rubbed your knee tenderly, sending chills up your spine, but also sending grief through your body as you mourned what would never be.
“Y/n, I’m your best friend. I’m sorry about the joke at dinner, I didn’t know it was a touchy subject, I really-”
“It’s not about the joke Charlie,” you sighed, your voice audible to him only because of the amount of concentration and attention he was dedicating to you in this moment.
“What’s it about then?” His hands gripped your legs as he rubbed gentle circles with his thumb, his eyes locked on yours to get any sense of what was bothering you.
Your eyes trailed down to his hands, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched him touch you, “nothing,” you whispered, tears gently streaming down your blushing cheeks.
Charlie’s eyes followed yours down to his hands, which immediately stopped moving, instead staying statically gripping your lower thighs. He breathed deeply, your anxiety overwhelming you in his silence. Silently, you were cursing yourself, wondering if he had figured out your feelings. He sighed, his eyes closing as he looked to be trying to remember something.
“Sometimes-” he began, eyes still closed, “sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturned love,” he opened his eyes, finding yours instantly, “But now I think there is no unreturned love, the pay is certain one way or another”
Your mouth fell open, words failing to come to your tongue, electing instead to stare at him with wide-eyes, praying to every higher power that you had indeed heard him correctly.
“Whitman,” he shrugged, a laugh escaping his lips briefly, “did I get that right?”
“Which part?” you whispered, “the quote or the message within it?”
“I’m hoping both,” he smirked, his thumbs beginning to rub gentle circles on your thigh again.
“Yeah, yeah I think both,” you smiled, your tears drying up and your anxiety fading, “I really think both”
“Okay,” Charlie chuckled, “can I kiss you?”
“Kiss….me?” You stared at him with pure shock, “yes. Please”
And with your permission, Charlie stood up, leaning down to grasp your face with his hands once again, his lips meeting yours in a soft, quick kiss. Months of wondering, wishing, anxiously treading on eggshells in every aspect of your friendship fading away as you took in every sensation of this moment.
He pulled away with a smile, standing up and fixing his hair, “you know I’ve wanted to do that since the first society meeting in the cave?”
“Bullshit,” you laughed, “there’s no way”
“I’m dead serious, how could I lie to you?” He stroked your jaw with his hand, “I had a feeling you felt the same, I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
“You couldn’t have told me before I slammed my head into my desk?” You glanced at the red stain on the wood, then back at Charlie.
“I’ll work on my timing” he winked, walking towards the door, “don’t go anywhere, I’m gonna get some stuff to clean you up.”
Leaving you to throw your head back and breathe the first clear breath you’d had in months, you sighed in relief that you had finally come clean to the boy you loved…and he loved you all the same.
Summary - Neil Perry is so sick and tired of his father calling the shots. Luckily, his lover is more than willing to provide him with a safe space to recover and rest; one where he is not alone, of course!
Neil Perry x GN!Reader (no pronouns used, interpret as you so desire!)
Category - Hurt/Comfort
TW - Mentions of Neil's dad (ew), Neil crying (I hate me too, you are not special <3)
Please let me know if I missed anything!
Contains - Neil crying, Neil's dad (Mister Perry hate club)
Author’s Note - As is consistently the norm, please make no hesitation to leave any comments or to provide me with any and all constructive criticism. This is based on the scene early in the movie when Neil's father comes into his dorm after Neil thought he had left. Enjoy <3
I knew something was wrong the second he walked in the door to my dorm room, no matter how much he protested.
"It's open!" I called upon hearing a soft knock on my door.
Standing straight, having retrieved the dress shirt I was digging through my case to find, I had a full view of my sweet boyfriend, Neil Perry.
"Neil!" I exclaimed, running at him and embracing him in a bone-crushing hug.
"Hi, Y/N," he whispered into my neck, soft breath caressing it in a welcome breeze.
Pulling back so as to see his face properly, I knew something was definitely up.
"What's happened?" I asked immediately, looking imploringly into his eyes.
He paused a moment, eyes darting slightly.
"What do you mean? Nothing's happened," Neil impassioned.
His tight, animatronic smile confirmed my suspicions.
"Neil, you never smile like that unless something bad has happened... normally something to do with your father. When you really smile your mouth opens wide so all your teeth show and your eyes gleam with true joy, it is the sweetest thing I have ever seen... but- this is not that. It's distant and cold, it's automatic and fake, you can almost hear your teeth screaming from all the pressure they are under from baring them and, while you may be a good actor, you know I will always be able to see right through you."
Neil's whole body tensed as much as his smile.
"Neil, honey, please talk to me," I pleaded.
Neil visibly deflated. He took my hand, kicking the door shut quietly behind him, and led me to my bed where he sat and bowed his head. Before long, a warm splotch of water landed on the entwined hands he had focused his eyes on so intently.
"My father... he's- um," Neil did not want to say it out loud, he knew that would make it somehow more true.
"He's making me drop the annual..." he whimpered in misery, "I was supposed to be assistant editor."
"Oh, Neil," I pulled him into a tight embrace.
He pushed away in an unexpected burst of anger.
"No, stop! I'm fine," he protested, wiping under his eyes in a way that he hoped I would not notice. I did.
"Neil, it is more than fine for you not to be fine with this," I reminded him.
"No, it is not!" He cried, head in his hands in frustration, "No, it is not but it does not matter. I do not care, not about any of it!"
Softly, I reached to grab one of his wrists and pulled it away from his face. Slowly, he met my eye.
"I know that you do and I know that you need to drop it. Just because those two things both exist does not mean you have to like it."
Neil knew there was an abundance of truth in this statement.
He pulled me to his chest before kissing my head and mumbling to me atop it.
"I'm sorry I snapped, you didn't deserve that," I could feel heated wetness upon my head and held him tighter, this only seemed to make the waterworks flow more fluidly.
"Hey, it's okay," the fabric of his shirt muffled my comfort, "I know you didn't mean to."
Neil pulled back again to look deeply into my eyes.
"I'm just so tired of trying so hard and still having him controlling my life just because... just because he can!"
"I know, my love, but I have good news for you," I drew circles on his knuckles with my thumb.
"Yeah?" he smiled a real, albeit small, smile at me this time, lost in my eyes, "Yeah? What's that?"
"You don't have to be that way alone," I could feel the warmth permeating from his cheeks when I kissed the tip of his long, pointed nose.
dividers courtesy of the lovely @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune <3
your phone won’t stop ringing - this is like, what? the seventh time charlie called you today? your phone has been non stop vibrating since you woke up this morning and you chose to ignore it. if you can ignore seven missed calls, what’s ten more right? that’s what you thought ten seconds ago but it’s starting to get on your nerves. it’s too much and you can’t focus on your work anymore so when your phone rang for the eighth time, you angrily picked up the phone and answered him.
“y/n-”
you didn’t even let charlie finish what he was saying. “no. i still don’t want to.”
“oh, come on! it’s just for ONE day!”
the truth is, charlie was bothering you because he wanted you to play the role of his ‘lover’ for a school reunion party. and you kept telling him no. why would you, anyways. it’s just a bit annoying. playing pretend with charlie wasn’t really a new thing between the two of you. heck, you’ve been playing pretend with him as ‘just a friend’ for years now. and when you finally decided to move on from that phase of your life, he asked you to be his fake date. talk about bad timing, am i right? somewhere in this universe, the cupid is laughing at you and you just want to punch that baby-faced stupid archer for playing with your fate.
“well, i’m busy that day! i have tons of work to do and you’ve been nothing but a nuisance to me!” says you.
“please? just please please please go with me?”
“why can’t you ask anyone else? you’re a social butterfly, aren’t ya? go ask one of your other friends, instead.”
“but i only want to go with you.”
there he is again, making your heart skip a beat and adding butterflies in your stomach that pretty much have been looking like a butterfly sanctuary ever since you acquired this feeling for him. he flutters your system, deranges them in a way no one else could. this is annoying. the worst part is he doesn’t even know what he’s doing to you. fuck it.
just this one, you said. this is the last. after this fake date thing, you’re definitely going to move on. charlie did say it’s just a one time thing. you sighed.
“fine.”
“fine…?” you can feel charlie smiling through the phone.
“fine. i’ll go. but you owe me one, ok?”
“don’t worry, y/n. we’re going to have the best time of our lives.”
“yeah.” you hope so.
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ugh. you have been smiling at everyone since you arrived with charlie and it is wearing you off. smile here, smile there. “hi, i’m charlie’s date.” here and there. you’ve heard a lot of embarrassing stories of charlie being a reckless dumbass tonight, nothing you haven’t heard before. you wouldn’t say you didn’t enjoy it but your social battery sure is running low. your shoes are killing you from standing too much, your face muscles hurts everytime you force a smile or a chuckle. you wanted to go home but charlie is nowhere to be found.
where is he? you impatiently tap your feet on the floor, pouring yourself another glass of wine. you weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings because you’re focused on your phone, texting charlie multiple messages all at once. you didn’t notice someone approaching the table you were at and when you looked up from your phone, you were surprised to find someone familiar there.
“dani?” you asked, still unsure if you’re seeing them right. they smiled at you.
“y/n! it’s been a long time, never thought i’d see you here!”
“the feeling is mutual. how have you been, huh?”
they chuckled. dani was an old friend - you actually had a crush on them long before charlie. this is becoming such a weird night. you conversed with dani, forgetting charlie for a bit. you catched up with each other and stuff.
“are you here with someone? cause, if you’re not… i know a really good cafe nearby.”
“oh, actually.. i, uh-” you hesitated for a moment. should you tell dani about charlie or…? you did say you’re going to move on from charlie. this might be the chance for that. but then again. all of a sudden, someone grabbed your waist from behind your back. you smelled the strong scent first and then you heard his voice speaking so close to you. you looked beside you and there he is, charlie.
“hey. who’s this?” he asked in a low voice. there’s something about charlie’s demeanor right now that you can’t quite place. is he…? no. you’re probably seeing things because of the wine. yeah. just the wine.
“dani. charlie, right?”
charlie nodded. he didn’t spare another glance to dani, instead he looked at you. determined to ignore the third party with hopes of driving them away. you frowned at him.
“actually, we need to go now.” charlie said and started to pull you away from the table. before you can protest, he tugged your hand.
“call me!” was all you heard from dani as you and charlie swam against the crowd towards the exit.
“what’s your problem?” you shouted, trying to get out of his grasp. he just walked, still holding your wrist.
“charlie.” no answer.
“charlie!”still no response.
you stopped walking. “CHARLIE.”
he stopped.
“what the heck’s your problem?”
he faced you. “you. you’re my problem.”
you frowned. “what? are you fucking kidding me? this - what? you do know you’re the one who force me to come here with you and now you’re the one who’s fucking pissed off? fuck you, charlie. honestly, what the fuck.”
“that’s not the issue!”
“what? tell me!”
“are you dense? i’ve been hinting at you all night! I LIKE YOU.”
that shut you up.
“what?”
“damn it, y/n.. i’ve been hinting that i like you for years now. i don’t even know whose more dumb between the two of us.”
you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not but you wish it was real. is this real? you’re speechless.
“say something. don’t leave me in the dark.”
“you’re so stupid. if you just told me about this directly.”
silence.
“i like you too, you know?” you avoided his gaze. this is so embarrassing. “i thought i was the only one. so i didn’t say anything but i swear. if you just told me, we’re probably married right now.”
“is it too late for us?”
you looked at him. “maybe… not? i know a really good cafe nearby… if you want to-”
charlie grinned. “are we dating?”
you wanted to melt on the spot. this is so awkward. “i guess.”
charlie took your hand.
“buckle up. we’re going to have the best night of our life.”
Hi!!! I love your writing, and I was wondering if you could maybe write something fluffy for Todd X f!reader waking up together from his pov. Thank you so much. <3
Cuddles (Todd Anderson x fem!Reader)
sorry it’s so short!
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-Todd's POV-
I laid on my bed, it was early on Saturday. Luckily I had no work that day, but waking up early was just a habit of mine now. I turned to my side as I stared at my girlfriend, (Y/n).
Shes's a beautiful girl, I fell in love with her the second I saw her. The way her eyes twinkled and the way her smile lit a dark room.
I caressed her hair as she softly snored drooling a little bit. Even snoring and drooling she was the most perfect girl in the world. I couldn't help but smile at her sleeping figure. She really has my heart and I never want it back.
"Why are you staring at me?" She mumbled her eyes still closed.
"You're beautiful I couldn't help myself," I chuckled.
"Theres drool coming out of mouth Todd," she muttered before turning around covering her eyes.
"I don't care about that, you're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," I defended. All she fid was laugh before I heard her soft snores.
I couldn't help but keep staring at her, how did I get so lucky?
"Todd stop staring I'm trying to sleep," she groaned rolling around.
“But you’re so beautiful I can’t help it,” I defended once again hugging her.
“You’re a weirdo,” she mumbled a smile on her face.
“I’m a weirdo in love with a beautiful girl like you,” I smiled caressing her cheeks. “How did I get so lucky?”
“Hush Toddie, you’re being weird,” She sat up looking at me with her beautiful (e/c) eyes.
“Your eyes, they’re beautiful,” I mumbled. “Your lips, your eyes, your scent, just a few things I love and adore about you. What would I do if I weren’t with you?”
“So poetic this morning aren’t we?” She laughed.
“You bring out the romantic in me, I can’t help but list the thousands of stuff I adore about you.” I groaned dramatically. “I could list every thing I absolutely love about you!”
“You’re being odd this morning,” she laughed again.
“I’m always like this,” I frowned sitting up.
“Hmm yeah but I guess you’re being overly cute,” she bopped my nose before kissing my lips.
“I wish you kissed me every second of everyday,” I muttered kissing her again and again.
“I would let you kiss me every second of everyday but we have to start our day,” she playfully rolled her eyes.
“What if we just lay in bed all day and just hold each other?” I asked hopefulness in my voice.
“We don’t have work today,” she thought. “Screw it, we can have a lazy day.” She winked before cuddling closer to me as I cuddled closer to her.
“I adore you, more than anything in this world, there’s absolutely nothing you could do or anyone could sag to make me hate you,” I mumbled kissing her again and again.
“And I absolutely adore you and everything about you,” she smiled kissing me.
I may be slightly tipsy and wanted something cute <3
Knox Overstreet x Reader- ‘Drunken Kisses’
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, a lot of fluff, a few kisses
SUMMARY: You’re at Chris’ party and run into a yearning Knox Overstreet.
Knox Overstreet was sitting on a couch at Chet’s parents’ house. Loud music blared and people chattered around as the party went on into the night.
He seemed as if he was looking into the distance, gazing longingly at something he couldn’t have. You plonk yourself next to him on the couch, a wine glass in hand. “What’s going on, Knoxious?”
He looked at you with a raised brow, “Do I know you?”
“Probably.” You shrugged, “I go to Ridgeway High. I’m a cheerleader.”
Knox nodded thoughtfully, “Right… yeah I remember now.”
Your eyes follow his gaze, “Looking for Chris again?”
“How did you..?”
“She told me.” You blankly stated. “We’re in the same classes; everyone knows.”
The intoxicated boy blinked at you, “What..?”
“C’mon Knox,” you groan with annoyance, “She has a boyfriend. Move on!” You encourage. Knox hits you with his infamous side-eye, “Easy for you to say, (y/n). You don’t know what it’s like.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You mumble with attitude, “Yeah, sure I don’t…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing!” You defended yourself. The pair of you sat in a comfortable silence for a little while. You leaned against Knox without even realising. The Welton student stiffened before relaxing a little, putting a comforting arm around you.
He sighs peacefully, “How do you get over someone like Chris?”
Your heart sinks at the attention he gives her, even when she isn’t even present. You mumble once again, “I don’t know, Knox. I’ll tell you when I figure it out.”
Knox suddenly stands up. Alarmed at your crush leaving, you ask, “Where are you going?”
The boy smirks, extending his hand, “I was going to dance. Want to come?”
Your eyes light up momentarily, taking his larger hand in yours. The two of you situate yourselves naturally between the other dancing couples; a sweet, slow song playing.
“So, am I Chris’ rebound?” You chuckle, half joking. Knox furrows his brows, “What are you talking about, (y/n)? You know I don’t do that shit-”
“Let me put it in words you’ll understand.” You chuckle. He continues to sway with you to the music, although slightly confused on where you were verbally heading.
You lean up to his ear, murmuring intimately, “Carpe Diem.” Knox’s eyes widen as you slowly lean in.
“(Y/n),” he starts, yet doesn’t finish.
You look at him, “What…?”
“I don’t know,” Knox discards his thoughts, leaning in to kiss you tenderly before pulling away to look at you. The pair of you slowly sway to the music. Your arms snake around his neck as his rest on your hips. The ‘future lawyer’ brought you into another sweet kiss; a longer one this time.
The whole world melted around you in pure bliss, finally getting what you wanted. Knox runs his hands through your hair gently as he deepens the kiss.
You pull away, breathing heavily. Knox rests his forehead against yours as the two of you continue to carefully dance.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He whispers.
He made you feel like it was only the two of you on planet Earth, despite barely knowing each other’s names.
The Dead Poets Society were right; Knox Overstreet really was a romantic at heart.
hiiii can i request for a neil perry breakup and make up imagine? i dont have a specific plot for it but i lowkey want the angst of this😭
A/n: Okay I’m so sorry this took ages to get to but I finally have some inspiration for it!! I promise the next time I write for Neil it won’t be heart wrenching
Cw: low-key sad, another depressing Neil Perry fic by yours truly, although it does have a happy ending this time!
Hopeless Hearts
(Neil Perry x gn!Reader Angst/Make-up)
“You don’t understand!” Neil broke the silence he had held on to for the last ten minutes as the pair of you sat alone in his dorm. “I have to be an actor, it’s.. I can’t do anything else in this life.”
“I know,” you sigh. “All I did was ask if you had a backup plan,”
“You’re talking just like my dad,” he huffed, clearly upset.
“But Neil, I need to know you’re going to be okay!” Exasperation presented in your voice, unable to attend to his every problem. “So what if you have to go to medical school? Just get through it and receive your MD, then you can act and prove your father wrong.” You conclude sensibly.
“You just don’t get it,” he mumbled, almost resentfully. The way he told his father the very same thing.
You huff once more ignoring the crack forming in your heart, “I do get it, Neil. That’s why I’m trying to help-”
“This isn’t helping!” He snapped, voice breaking delicately. His chest hammered with nerves as he spoke his next words, almost silently,
“I think we should break up.”
Your face dropped six feet under, unable to comprehend it at first. “What..?”
“You heard me…” he murmured, an evident lump in his throat, “we don’t want the same things, and I-I need support,”
“I am supportive… I love you-”
“No you don’t!” He spat mindlessly.
Your heart sank within your chest, shattering as it went. Silence washed over the room.
With that, you rose from your spot on the bed. Panic flooded Neil’s chest, “where are you going?”
“Clearly,” you struggle to get out, “you don’t want me.”
Then you were gone.
The first few hours were rough for both of you, then days, and then even weeks. The pair thinking the other had it fine, but in reality, both of you were just as crushed as the other.
You passed Neil in the hallway almost every day since, seeing him laugh and joke with the other Poets; a group you were once apart of. Now, you felt like just another forgotten love affair. The late night promises of marriage and security crumpled up, tossed off the roof like the desk set you and Neil once threw with glee.
The day of Neil’s first play at Henley Hall came around. Every other member of your ex-group was to be there… everyone but you. You were cross-legged on your bed, watering the equations in your chemistry book with your never ending tears.
A hesitant knock echoed from the other side of the door.
“What?”
Neil opened the door just enough to slip through, “Hey..”
“What do you want?” You ask, unbothered about your rough appearance.
“Can we talk?”
You wave your arm as a silent invitation, allowing him to speak. Neil came towards you at a glacial pace, sitting meekly on the edge of the bed. A few quiet moments passed as he gathered his words, looking at his hands as he spoke, “I.. I think we made a mistake.”
“We?” Is all you could muster. He chuckled humourlessly,
“Okay, I made a mistake.”
“And you want to apologise?” Neil nodded awkwardly before you continued. Your voice came out weak, “you really hurt me, Neil.”
An apologetic dump of words came from him “Sweetie, I- I need you. I know I was stupid and I can’t take back what I said but I need you. Please?”
Silence.
“Baby, c’mon-”
“I’m not your baby,” you whisper. “Not anymore.”
“C’mon, don’t be like that. I didn’t mean it,”
“You knew exactly what you meant.” You sighed again, this time harsher. Neil scampered to the floor below the bed which you sat, hands placed gently on your thighs.
“Sweetheart, please?” He softly begged. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and you felt bad; but not as bad as his past comments had once made you feel.
You shook your head, trying to conceal your own tears, “I can’t…”
“Please, y/n?” For the first time, Neil was nothing but desperate. You had never seen him this way, not about his friends, about acting, anything. He was so quiet, yet his words had never felt more powerful.
“I need you.”
He continued to love on you delicately, taking your hands in his as he peppered kisses heavy with despair. “I understand if you don’t forgive me, but for the love of god, please try…” he whispered.
You nod with sniffles, allowing your tears to freely flow. Neil took that as acceptation, standing to wrap you in a deep hug. You wrapped your arms around him in return, of course you did, how couldn’t you? The pair of you sobbing into the shoulder of the other, mumbling ‘sorry’s’ and ‘I love you’s’ between every imperfect kiss to the neck.
Once a fraction calmer, you pull away just enough to look at his face. His eyes were red rimmed and puffy, cheeks splotched with tears as his lip subtly quivered. Your hand cupped his face, “I love you so much, Neil.” You began, your own voice quivering too, holding too much emotion to handle, “all I want for you is to succeed, to get every little thing out of life that you can. I want you to seize your days.”
With another sniffle, he quirked his lip into one of his signature smirks, although a little softer this time. “Carpe Diem,” he responded knowingly.
Your lips ever so slightly perked into a hopeful smile, “so.. what time is your show?”
He reached for his back pocket, pulling out a scrunched up flyer advertising the play with all the details.
Hiiii could I request Todd x reader where they're basically watching a scary movie or something and it's just very fluffy and maybe they're both a little scared but it's all in good fun?
I don't know if that makes any sense but!!! If not you could also do one where reader is a bit scared and Todd kind of comforts her? Whatever you want!!!
- 💌
I absolutely love this idea!! So sorry it’s been taking a while to get it posted, I’ve just been busy with law school 😭
‘Scary Movie’- Todd Anderson x fem!Reader (Fluff)
“Todd, you know we don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to...” You mumble, grasping the blanket with unease. You couldn’t seem to take your eyes off the screen, despite your anxiety.
“It’s not that bad.” Todd replies, despite is own growing weariness. The atmosphere was tense and quiet, the only sounds being the television and the occasional comment from either of you.
You turn to Todd, “Do you want anymore drinks or popcorn?”
Todd smirked knowingly, “Are you just offering so you can leave the room?”
“Shut up…” You murmur, despite the growing smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. Getting up, you head to the kitchen to microwave some more popcorn.
As the popcorn began to cook in the microwave, the first ‘pop’ caught you off guard, making you squeal with surprise. Todd came rushing in, “What’s up?” He asked with his protective guard up.
“Nothing.” You sigh. “I guess I’m just a little jumpy with the whole ordeal.”
“Ordeal.. you mean the movie?” Todd softens, “You don’t like scary movies..” The way he spoke suggested it was a statement rather than a question.
You nod your head sheepishly. A soft smile spread onto Todd’s face, “Come on; come sit back down. We can watch something else.”
“Are you sure? Because I don’t wanna be a pain-”
“You’re not a pain.” Todd chuckles, cutting you off. He kisses your cheek with tenderness, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you, honey; and I don’t want you to sit through something you don’t like.” He reassured.
“Thank you,” you whisper softly.
Todd smiles again in return, “Anything for my darling.”
He leads you over to the couch again, having changed it to a lighthearted movie. “Better?” He whispers against your hair, his arms wrapped snugly around you.
“Yeah,” you smile, “a lot better.”
Todd kisses your temple and cheek a few times, peppering his lips over your face and neck.
“Todd!” You giggle, “Stop that!”
Todd preens at your laughter, eventually slowing down to hold you. His heart swells at the sound.
