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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 1 year

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(Not my gif)(Somewhat requested by two anonymous')

D-Fighting and somewhat making up with a shit ton of angst. Apologies in advance. Also, this isn't as edited as most of my other work so sorry for that lol.

True love is supposed to transcend every other thing within a persons life. Regardless of how much a person may grow, their feelings for their loved ones should never wither away: it should remain in place, fluctuating but strong, always lingering even when times get tough or circumstances change. Charlie Dalton had been the love of your life for years, a permanent fixture of your adolescent years, and no matter how many phases you'd been through or how many interests had run their course, your feelings for him had never died, they'd merely grown alongside you.

The problem was, it wasn't you who was changing this time, it was Charlie: and the more he changed, the more he seemed to drift away; the distance between you growing greater and greater the less he seemed to resemble the boy you'd come to know. Had he shown you that he loved you just as fiercely as the day you got together, the changes wouldn't have mattered. Hell, they barely even mattered now, you still wanted him; still loved him, it just seemed like he didn't love you. You were willing to accept a decline, a little wedge between the two of you, but this wedge seemed more like a canyon that kept you apart, one that only you were still trying to traverse.

You were doing everything in your power to hold onto him and not let go, fearing that if you did, he wouldn't bother stopping to pick you back up. That he'd leave you in the dust, that he'd go off and find someone new, someone who he'd grow to love just as much as he'd once loved you; just as much as you still loved him.

Therein lied the issue. You'd held onto him too tight, tried too hard, pushed too much. In trying to keep up with him and stay within his life, you'd wound up suffocating him when all he'd thought he'd wanted was space. He wasn't even sure what he'd wanted, he just knew that he was experiencing things he'd never thought of experiencing before, living his life like he was suddenly reborn, going out into the world and keeping himself busy, too busy to be held down by someone who couldn't understand, someone who didn't feel the same things he was feeling in that pivotal, life changing point in time.

The argument had been quick; a fact that you weren't sure made things better or worse. You fought over him cancelling too many dates, over him barely paying attention to you even when you did hang out, about how nowadays, it only ever seemed to be you who was trying to make an effort and keep the two of you as close as you once were. He'd told you that that was too close; and the comment had made you sick. He'd called you clingy and told you that he had other things on his mind than making time just to be with you, that his world didn't revolve around you any more and that that was the reason you were so upset.

And maybe part of that was true. Maybe you did hate that his world didn't revolve around you but that was only because yours had still revolved around him. That no matter how many friends you had, or how much school work, or how much money you'd intended on making at your part time job, you'd always made time for him. You'd done it because he was what mattered most to you, and that was the revelation that made you feel the worst. That he was the most important thing in your life and that these feelings of yours were nothing but unwanted and seemingly pathetic. That was what made you walk out the door.

A part of Charlie hadn't even realized what he'd said, and maybe that was why your sudden silence had came as such a shock. Why, when he sighed and turned around to try and reason with you, the sight of you just ...gone was so jarring. You'd simply walked out of the room without a word and he'd immediately wondered if he'd gone too far, if, in his own mix of confusing emotions, he'd said something he didn't realize the depths of.

No, that couldn't be it. He was changing, you both were changing, and you both were growing and getting busier. You should be more understanding, that was it. This was on you, he'd reasoned, and you were just being dramatic, dramatic enough that he shouldn't entertain the idea of following you out the door; even if he had a uneasy feeling in his stomach that was urging him to do so. He didn't have time to fight, he'd give you space and you'd talk later, the same way you always did when you had a little spat: you'd come to see things his way, you always did....

Except you didn't. Ring. He was calm when he'd called you after classes, expectant and ready to smooth things over with the same ease he always did. Ring. Waiting. He wasn't concerned, sometimes it took you a minute to reach the phone, move across the room or shove things off your lap, etc. Ring. Now he was a little confused, a bubbling feeling of anxiety rising in his chest against his will. You rarely ever took very long to get to the phone, especially at this time of day when you were usually just getting home from your own school. Ring. Were you still mad at him? Ignoring him? It wasn't like you to not want to work thing out as soon as possible or at least give him the time of day; even if it was just to tell him you didn't want to talk. Ring.

He knew you were home and perhaps that was what made the distance feel so much larger in that moment. You were miles apart at any given moment and yet it had never felt as far away as it did right now. Perhaps it was because at a certain point in your relationship, he'd forgotten that you'd lived a life outside of his own. That you were not just a fixture in his life that was always just a single phone call away like you had been for so long. You'd made it so easy to forget and that's part of what makes him feel so terrible. It was your actions that made the distance so bearable, it was your willingness to always be there for him, and while he dialed the phone for a second and then a third time, he stood to wonder if you'd actually, finally, given up. And because of that, he was scared.

He was scared because he couldn't remember the last time he did something that would warrant him being called your boyfriend. You'd hardly seen each other in the past few months, hardly even kissed or had an exceptionally fun time on one of your dates.

You'd planned the last few hangouts, made the journey out to the town Welton was in because you knew that there was only so much he could do in one night. You'd held his hand first, made the conversations; ones he could barely remember due to how little he'd paid attention, expressed how much you'd missed him. You'd brought the blanket, the snacks, the gift for him; a book that was still sat unopened on his desk. He opened it now and it was perfect for him: a collection of jazz poetry, the exact thing he'd told you about getting into the last time the two of you were together and he'd wondered then and there how often you listened more than he did.

He wondered how long there'd been this divide between the two of you, how long things had been this bad, how long he'd been this bad. He'd never intended for it to happen; no one ever does, he'd always envisioned you by his side, beside every version of himself regardless of what it looked like, and yet, he'd chased you away in order to find himself.

Now, all he found was how much he missed you, how much of himself was cradled in your hands, your heart; lovingly crafted in your image and the image he'd wanted to become for you. You'd held him tightly yet carefully in gentle hands for so very long and now it feels as though you've dropped him, sending his body crashing to the floor and leaving him shattered in sharp, broken fragments, fragments that belonged to a once whole and foolish person.

The days go by and you continue to ignore his calls. Your mother takes some of them for you and he has half a mind to call you childish but he knows that he fits the bill better than anyone else. He cast you aside like a child who gets a new toy and forgets about his old ones, the ones who once meant the world to him. And the toys still do, they never lose their value, it's just that they have to be taken away for the child to remember them again, to remember how much they meant to them and to show them that things are not permanent, that they won't always be sitting on their bed, waiting for them to come back and pick them up when they please.

He calls your best friend in a last ditch effort to reach you before he loses the last of his resolve and just plain travels to your town to confront you in person. You're there beside her when he calls and your friend scoffs when he confirms who he is. He hears her tell you that it's him and he doesn't catch what you say but he hears your friend let out a giddy noise before saying that you don't want to talk with him. He's certain that you told her everything when she seems to pointedly adlib the words "she wants some space." before telling him to stop calling and leave you alone, hanging up before he can even begin to respond. He supposes he deserves that.

What he doesn't deserve, what he'll never deserve, is to lose his best friend; especially while they're still so young. You were close enough with Neil to warrant your attendance at his funeral, and it's there that he sees you in person for the first time in weeks. He hates to admit that the first thing he thinks of when he sees you is how you're still just as beautiful as he last remembered, even as you're dressed in black and obviously distraught, eyes rimmed in red the same way his are.

Your eyes meet only once: they catch for a minute, locked together with dark swirling emotion, and it takes everything in him not to crumble; everything inside him shattering in noisy collisions as he does his best to stay silent and strong. He feels sick, genuinely sick, and he's not sure which grief is which as he stands there motionless yet trembling, half expecting to pass out or puke; whichever comes first.

He watches you hug your acquaintances, exchanging mournful phrases and prayers and condolences and he watches with baited breath as you near the boys. He hears you and the boy both apologizing, you for their loss, them for the fact that this how you'll see Neil for the final time; without the cushion of recent happy memories.

You reach him in a matter of minutes, the wait both too long and too short, and though you stand closely in front of him, there's still an unbearable distance between the two of you. He feels the tension, the hesitance, as though you don't remember how to be near him and the thought of that breaks his heart for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

You're at a loss for words the same way he is, even when he wants to scream apology after apology at the top of his lungs. You're unsure what to do and there's only one thing his mind can manage to conjure up, roaring at him to act out the same way it's been roaring at him to see you for the past few weeks. He closes the distance and latches onto you, pulling you into him with a muffled sob, the tension in his body easing just barely as your arms wind around him, tightening enough to nearly steal his breath away.

Its a hug that suffocates him, and he happily lets you. He'll be the next to join the dead out of all the society member if it means you'll never let him go again.

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heliads · 10 months

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YO YOU WRITE FOR DPS??? THAT IS SO AWESOME can i please ask for maybe headcanons of Charlie x male reader with Charlie realizing he has feelings for a guy for the first time?? 🙏🏻

anon it would bring me no greater joy to write for dps

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Charlie Dalton is not serious

It’s part of a persona he’s carefully built up over the years– no cracks, no slips, no missteps

He can float from day to day, never taking anything to heart, but he doesn’t realize how integral it is to his survival until one boy makes it all come crashing down

Charlie has known you for a long time, always counted you as one of the best among many good friends, but for the first time, he starts wondering if there’s more, if he wants there to be more

It’s stupid, really, he doesn’t even think you want more, but if you did– and he did too–

This is not a good place nor a good time for such musings

Studying at Welton may have brought Charlie his friends, and most importantly, you, but that does not mean it will be happy to see two boys want to be more than brothers, more than friends

So Charlie pushes the thoughts away, just like he always does, forces laughter when it doesn’t want to come and pretends that nothing is the matter

Except, Charlie knows things he shouldn’t, like how you look at him after crashing the night in Charlie’s dorm, or how it feels to stare up at you like he’s worshipping a saint when you’re reading poetry with the society in the caves

Charlie Dalton is good at not taking anything seriously, but this– this he wants with a strength more exhausting than anything he’s ever experienced in his life

The teachers at school, hell, maybe even his own parents, they might all say this is wrong, what Charlie is and what he feels is wrong, but hasn’t he always been in a speeding car straight to hell anyway?

What’s one more rule to break?

The society is running wild through the darkened forest one night, spread out in an endless expanse of pitch black midnight and waving boughs and no one else is around except for him and you, and Charlie knows

He thinks Achilles and Patroclus, he thinks Alexander the Great and Hephaestion, and when he kisses you, it feels like the greatest, most glorious victory of all

Ancient Greece doesn’t know shit

It occurs to Charlie, two heartbeats after you break away, beaming at him, one heartbeat after you kiss him back, that he has won

And maybe, just maybe, he can be serious about you

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a-reverii · 1 month

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⭑ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 + 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 ⭑

— 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

sirius black

tulips. ⇢ @amiableness

safe place. ⇢ @/amiableness

don't delete the kisses. ⇢ @that-bwitch

regulus black

time to pretend. ⇢ @delicrieux

the arranged marriage or regulus's dreams. ⇢ @ellecdc

see me. ⇢ @mmoonysgf

hold her! ⇢ @kquil

secret admirer. ⇢ @itsbuckytm

remus lupin

clandestine. ⇢ @spncvr

sirius the matchmaker. ⇢ @fishley

his girl. ⇢ @opalesquegirl

our band. ⇢ @wzrd-wheezes

james potter

boundary less. ⇢ @wicchyy

no boundary!james. ⇢ @ddejavvu

best friend!james. ⇢ @/ddejavvu

personal trainer. ⇢ @fourmoony

about you. ⇢ @ma1dita

and i love her. ⇢ @dilf-lover99

— 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘.

neil perry

if i fell. ⇢ @sorencd

two of us. ⇢ @/sorencd

art class. ⇢ @/sorencd

charlie dalton

orlando (first kiss). ⇢ @dearsnow

under the neon glow. ⇢ @augiewrites

secret admirer. ⇢ @/augiewrites

todd anderson

todd can't help the way he feels about you. ⇢ @writersmacchiato

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍.

peter parker

new york private life. ⇢ @astxroiid

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ohmyenjolrass · 4 months

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take a chance on me | charlie dalton x fem!reader

summary: charlie dalton is obsessed with you and man up to ask you out on a date. you are secretly in love with him, but you can tell his intentions almost immediately.

pairings: charlie dalton x fem!reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none, but welton is a boys and girls school.

n/a: i was really looking forward to write something with charlie, and i am so excited for this one. i really hope you enjoy it. feel free to request anything! as always, english is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes, sorry in advance x

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"i'm gonna ask her out", charlie repeated for the thousandth time, staring at you from the other side of the common room.

"yeah, right.", knox teased him. "you always say the same thing but you never really do it."

"and also, what if y/n doesn't like you back?", wondered neil.

but charlie's ego was too big to break like that. and also, he had noticed how your eyes fixated on him when he wasn't looking, so, at least, you were interested in him.

"you can mock me all that you want, but i am going to do it.", charlie said, as he stood up. the rest of his friends stared at him in disbelief, with their mouths open.

you saw him approaching your group of friends and returned your sight to your latin homework, playing dumb. you knew your friends couldn't tell, but your heart rate was alarmingly fast as charlie was closer.

"hey, girls", he greeted you and your friends. "do you mind if i steal y/n from you one sec?"

you knew charlie wasn't asking for permission, he hardly ever did, so you stood up, closing your notebook. "what is it, charlie?"

"just a thing i wanted to ask you. come with me?"

you followed him to the corridor, which was empty, and waited for him to start talking. you and charlie weren't exactly friends, but you liked him. he was funny, and smart, and didn't have any problems to cause some trouble in school. he was also devastatingly charming, and every single girl in school would agree on that.

"so...", he started. "how was your day?"

"did you actually dragged me out of the common room to ask me about my day?", you laughed.

charlie fidgeted with the collar of his school shirt. "actually i wanted to ask you something."

"ask away, i'm not gonna bite you.", you said, jokingly.

"i was wondering if you had any plans this friday evening.", charlie said, and you flustered to your ears. your cheeks were so warm you even wondered if it was possible to be that red.

don't be an idiot, y/n. come on, woman up, you thought.

"um, no. i don't think so. why?"

"would you like to go out? like, with me?", he asked, and you could tell that he was blushing too. it was a rare sight to see charlie dalton blushing, but it was a very cute one.

"sure, yeah.", you replied, your hands trembling. you couldn't believe that. "anything planned?"

"i thought we could go to the cinema? if you're up to it."

"yeah. i love the movies.", a weird silence formed between the two of you, both too happy to say anything. then, you cleared your throat. "so, friday, 6pm?"

"perfect. i'll pick you up on your dorm."

you nodded, going back into the common room. a few moments later, charlie entered too, sitting with his friends. you could see his face between todd's and meeks' shoulders. he noticed you staring and winked at you. you lowered your head back to your homework.

and friday couldn't come fast enough.

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ash5monster01 · 6 months

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hii!! could you write something for charlie dalton and an insecure reader (they are already dating)? ive been feeling kind of ugly lately😭😭 tysm

I’m so sorry this has taken me so long, I hope everything has been going okay. Insecurities can really suck sometimes, but we just have to remember we’re all beautiful in our own way <3

Perfectly Me

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, self doubt, insecurities, anxiety

Summary: Dating cool and confident Charlie is proven to be hard when most of the time you’re insecure about everything about yourself.

word count: 1.1k

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Charlie had always been Charlie. You weren’t entirely sure where he got it from. Somehow after all these years in boarding school he had found a confidence that set him apart from the others. You had never met anyone else that had lived life with their chin so high and smile so wide. He was confident, fun, popular, and you felt everything but. When he had chosen you it was shocking. How could daring and brave Charlie seek out the only girl that kept her head ducked and mouth shut. Yet somehow he did and everyday since you had been questioning why.

Especially on days like today. Days where Charlie’s laugh bellowed loudly through the lunch room as you sat quiet as a mouse beside him. Girls looked on with adoring looks and boys laughed after every sentence that left his mouth. His presence was large, everyone saw him, everyone liked him. It was so intense that as you sat beside the boy you loved you felt more invisible then ever, especially to him. He didn’t see you, there is no way he could have. You were nothing but an inanimate object beside him and you had only ended up in this position from a cruel trick of fate. Not only were you now invisible but humiliated because you couldn’t compare to him. You never could.

When the bell sounds you’re the first out the door. You didn’t want to wait and see if Charlie even acknowledged you, it would hurt too much if he didn’t. You barely went noticed as you left anyway so it would be no surprise if he didn’t notice either. But he did. His proud look turning into one of confusion as he spotted your form rushing away. He had wanted to kiss you, stare into your pretty eyes for a moment longer, but you were gone in the blink of an eye. He wondered why, it almost feeling like you were trying to escape him. This very thought plagued him the rest of the day as he awaited a moment to see you again.

Once classes were over it took him forever to find you. He felt like he had turned Welton upside down in search of you until he finally found you curled up on a window seat in the library. Your eyes were cast downward at the book in your hands, your forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window where you sat. You were so beautiful and his heart yearned deeply for you in that very moment. He wished you didn’t feel so far away. He just wanted you two to be okay. As much as he talked about always having a girlfriend he never thought he’d be lucky enough to have one, especially you.

“Found you” you jump slightly at the sound of his husky voice. He’s lifting your feet and sliding beside you before you can react. He doesn’t make any notion that the window is cold against his back as he finally looks at you.

“I wasn’t hiding” you finally say, a bit nervous in his presence which you hated.

“Felt like it” the sad way he drops his gaze from you makes your heart clench. You hadn’t meant to hurt him but he had unintentionally been hurting you.

“I know” you whisper and Charlie looks up to see the sad expression you wear, one that matched his own.

“Can you tell me why?” he asks and you notice how small he seems here. He isn’t loud and proud Charlie, he’s your boyfriend who’s afraid you’re going to say something that hurts him and even worse you know what you have to say is going too.

“I don’t know why you’re with me Charlie” you say, officially closing your book and giving him your full attention.

“What do you mean?” he asks and you bring your hands to your face, sighing into them before looking up again.

“I’m not like you Charlie. You’re good looking, popular, outgoing. I’m just not” you say, exasperated and tired of not only being insecure about everything else in your life but about this too.

“Yes you are!” and this has you chuckling dryly, so tired of being lied to.

“No Charlie, I know it, you know it, and the rest of these imbeciles do too” you say, arms crossing over you chest and Charlie sighs as he presses a hand to his forehead.

“You are to me” he says calmly and you feel your heart rate accelerate at the confession. Charlie dares a glance at you to see your face flooded with sadness and confusion. He had never meant to make you feel small. “You’re the only girl for me. Maybe you’re not all that outgoing but that’s okay. I need someone who is going to bring me down to earth. I wanted to kiss my girlfriend today before she left after lunch and instead I watched her run away from me. I don’t try to make you feel worthless, I’m just so used to being loud and bold to hide the fact that I’m terrified my life won’t turn out the way I want it to. The only thing I’m sure of is you”

“Is that true?” you ask and Charlie chuckles even though none of this conversation is meant to be funny.

“It’s the most true thing I’ve said all week” he tells you and finally you take a good look at your doe eyed boyfriend. His floppy brown hair hangs in his eyes and the crooked smile on his face is still only ever directed at you. He loves you the way you love him, for all the things neither of you are. So you scoot forward and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry I assumed the worst of you” you tell him and he gives you a tight lipped smile that you happily lean forward and kiss.

“I’m sorry I expected too much of you” Charlie apologizes in return and you smile before locking your lips with his own again. Pulling yourself closer to him your book slides from your lap and lands with a loud thud that has you both giggling quietly in the back corner of the library. Charlie doesn’t care about the attention it might’ve brought and kisses you good and hard again.

The best thing about Charlie is no matter how insecure you are, at least he will always be there for you. You balanced each other out and balance was the most important key to life. Balance love, balance work and art, and you shall be free.

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writersmacchiato · 1 year

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Charlie Dalton? Got into a real dps mood after watching the movie lol

part time lover, full time friend (anyone else but you by the moldy peaches)

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charlie dalton.

you had known him for years. there wasn't a part of you; for better or worse, that he hadn't seen. and you had seen him, for him, those moments that were so fleeting because he kept his true self so hidden from others, from you.

it was only natural that you developed feelings that veered toward the more romantic sort. of course, you were content to only be part of his life as a friend. it was easier that way.

and it was only natural that charlie ruined the content delusional world you lived in when he kissed you at a party.

full of liquor, feeling like you might be sick any minute, that all vanished when charlie placed that gentle kiss to your lips. full and sure of himself.

his thumb swiping over your cheek in a tender moment that twisted your heart painfully because...

because it was one thing to dream and fantasize about what it would be like to have this moment with charlie. to love him. to have him. but now that you had a small taste, it made the longing harder to bear.

especially when it happened again. and again. and again. until you came to expect it at least once when you attended a party with him.

it was only a matter of when, not if, your heart would give out - unable to take any more of this torture.

. .

charlie was a coward.

he knew it with every sweet kiss he bestowed upon you, it would be easier if they were passionate, lust-filled. an easy excuse. but it was never like that with you.

you were safe, you were comfort, you were home.

so of course he fell in love with you. he just couldn't tell you that because it was selfish, you deserved better than him.

he couldn't help, though, the careful way he touched you after a kiss. wanting the moment to linger, waiting for his heart to steady, hoping you would say something this time.

instead he pulls away, and instead of taking the risk, acts like the friend he's been for years until he can't resist his heart's pull to you.

. .

you're waiting for the train, shivering from the wind that is blowing through the open station. charlie leans against you, arm offering warmth, and maybe something else. you don't know anymore.

the train is late, the attendant had said so, but you didn't mind much.

conversation had been flowing for a while but dropped off into silence. and you didn't mind that either.

it was exhausting talking to charlie like there wasn't a giant elephant in every moment with him, screaming 'i love you i love you i love you'.

the train whistles and you look down the tracks to watch it approach, but you sigh when it's the wrong one. more waiting. passengers get on and off.

it leaves the station and there is a sudden darkness that takes over the area. you can see a few splatters of stars in the sky.

you turn to charlie, he's been too quiet, but when you turn he kisses you softly. a barely there peck.

completely sober, not an ounce of inebriation, looking at you with a look that sets your heart racing.

"can you forgive me for being a fool?"

you kiss him somehow, it's clumsy, you're smiling too much. and you almost knock charlie off balance, but he remains firm. returning the kiss with force.

"i think i can."

full time friend made into a full time lover.

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charliedaltongirlfriend · 9 months

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Spending the summer with Charlie!

Pairings: Charlie Dalton x fem reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: Headcanons of you and Charlie spending the summer together…

Also credits to the girl i saw this from i cant find her username

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• So it’s summer!! You and Charlie have been planning to spend the summer together ALL YEAR.

•When you got to his house he was already waiting for you outside. And let me tell you, he was touchy. He was holding your hand to led you to his room or putting his arm around your shoulder or waist.

•Charlie had the idea of moving your bed to his room so you both could talk and gossip all night, but in reality, he just wanted to be with you 24/7.

•You two new how to have a good time. Going out all day, and partying all night.

•Or doing something fun like trying to cook and not burn the kitchen or prank Cameron on the phone.

•He offers to teach you how to play the saxophone but it ends up to be catastrophic, cause lets be honest, charlies doesn’t have the patience to teach anyone.

•You get mad at each other. For like 5 minutes tho. Then you are all the best of friends again.

•At this point it’s like a sister-brother relationship.

•In fact you even fight for food. But its all friendly, you guys act tough then hug each other for like an hour and a half.

•It’s inevitable that he takes you on a date by the lake and plays some music in his saxophone for you.

•He starts being more flirty and teasing with you mire than he usually is. And you end up kissing each other at the end. But you both are cool about it the next morning.

•You run out of clothes so you end up using his and he looks so proud, he loves it!

•You also do makeup sessions on each other and then get all dressed up and call the dead poets to show them your outfits and looks.

#charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton #charlie dalton headcanon #charlie dalton imagine #the dead poets society #dead poets fandom #todd anderson #neil perry #i love chalie dalton #charliesdaltongirlfriend

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prettyyoungandbored · 27 days

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The Night Before - Charlie Dalton

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: This man has consumed my mind. Anyway, enjoy this cute bit.

Part Two

NOT MY GIF

Charlie padded around the kitchen, tie loosened and dress shirt sleeves rolled up. He smeared some mayo on the toasted piece of bread before topping it off with a piece of lettuce.

His eyes met the telephone in the kitchen and for a brief moment, he considered calling Y/N. He was barely able to spend time with her at the rehearsal dinner.

When his father offered to host the rehearsal dinner at his -not Charlie and Y/N’s - favorite restaurant, Charlie knew it would not be about him and Y/N, but rather his parents bringing attention to themselves.

Her mother and his mother whisked her away from him. It wasn’t long until his father whisked him away and then the boys arrived and he mingled with them.

He did get to sit by her when speeches took place, but after that they were separated again shortly after.

But when he tried to kiss her goodnight before she headed to the hotel, his mother and her mother shooed him away, telling the couple not to make a show of it.

As much as he wanted to hear her voice, he knew it was late and that she needed her rest. He’d see her tomorrow, after all.

Just as he went to take a bite of the sandwich he’d just thrown together, he heard the front door open.

“Hello?” Charlie asked.

“It’s just me!”

The sound of Y/N’s voice caused his heart to drop down to his stomach. He put the sandwich down and made his way into the hallway where Y/N hung her coat on the rack, revealing her baby blue night gown.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she shrugged.

The way she scratched the back of her neck gave it away. It always did. Charlie knew what he had to do to get her to spit it out.

He threw an arm around her waist, leading her to the kitchen. “I wish you would have called me. I would’ve come and got you myself.”

“I figured you were out with the guys.”

“We grabbed a couple drinks afterward. I just got home an hour ago.” He motioned to the sandwich “I made this if you’re hungry.”

“I’m starving,” she chuckled softly. “I barely ate at the rehearsal dinner. My mother and your mother kept nitpicking at me every time I tried to eat.”

Charlie’s eyes softened. “They what?”

“You know how they are,” she sighed, waving her hand. “Izzie snuck me pieces of bread so I was ok.”

He handed her the plate with the already made sandwich. “Take this.”

“Isn’t that yours?”

“I can make another.”

She hesitated for a moment before taking it. She then grabbed the butter knife and cut the sandwich in half.

“Saves you the trouble,” she said.

Charlie happily took the half as the couple clinked their sandwiches before taking a bite.

Y/N moaned as she chewed into the sandwich. Charlie cracked a grin.

“My favorite sound,” he remarked.

She shot Charlie a playful look before taking another bite.

“So, what’s really going on?” Charlie pressed as he set his half back on the plate.

She exhaled, eyes meeting his. “Why didn’t we elope?”

He nodded in agreement. “I’ve thought about that every single day.”

“We had the opportunity while we were in Paris. We should’ve just taken it.”

“Not that I disagrees with you at all, but what’s bringing this on?”

She set down her half of the sandwich. Tears filled the brims of her eyes. “This wedding doesn’t feel like us. It feels like our parents are just using it and using us to make themselves look good. It’s become their day, not ours. I had to compromise with our mothers just to get the dress I wanted. I barely knew half the guests at our rehearsal dinner. I just-.”

She wiped her tears with her fingers. “I know I should be grateful that they are giving us the most beautiful wedding. But honestly, Charlie, I would’ve married you in the courthouse and been happy.”

Charlie pulled Y/N into his arms, kissing the top of her head. His heart sunk at her misery, wishing he could take it away. He knew all too well what it was like have to consistently compromise, even when it killed you to.

It was a life Charlie Dalton had been born into. He, of course, wasn’t afraid to break some of the rules that were put in place for him. Y/N never had the luxury to, other than her wedding dress.

He would make it his mission to break that for her.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. He wiped her tears with his thumbs.

“Tomorrow is our day,” he told her. “Ours, not theirs. They can have the hours leading up to it, but after we say ‘I do’, it’s our day and we can do whatever we want. And then after tomorrow, no more interferences from them. Just the very occasional dinners and holidays. The rest of the time, we live our lives the way we want to.”

She smiled. She could survive the hours before knowing that once they say “I do” that it would be over.

“How do you always know the right thing to say?” she asked with a soft chuckle.

“It’s a gift.”

His lips met hers, not as hungry as they normally were but gentle and rather reassuring. He’d save the hungrier kisses for later.

“Hm, plus,” he began, breaking away for a moment, “if it all gets to be too much, we can leave and get started on the consummation. Personally, I’m more excited about that part.”

She snorted. “Of course you are.”

“Can you blame me?”

She wrapped her arms around his waist. “You still want to marry me even though I’m breaking tradition?”

“Are you kidding? You breaking tradition makes me want to marry you even more.” He gave her a butt playful squeeze. “Personally I think the whole thing is bullshit.”

“I think it was meant for men by men with the idea of having one final night of freedom,” she said. “That’s just my personal hypothesis.”

“I don’t think you’re entirely wrong. Besides, it wasn’t like I was going to get belligerently drunk. After all, I have this thing tomorrow that I need to do that I want to be sober for.”

She scoffed playfully. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

He shrugged. “Just marrying the girl of my dreams.”

“Ever the charmer, Dalton.”

He smirked. “Get used to it, Mrs. Dalton. You already said ‘yes.’ Can’t turn back now.”

“Hmm, still have to get me to walk down the aisle.”

He leaned in close, breath hitching. “Do I?”

She hummed. “But you have tonight to convince me.”

His lips barely touched hers when the phone rang. Charlie smirked as he pulled away.

“I wonder who this could be,” he said before picking up the phone.

“Dalton residence…yes, hello Mrs.- yes, she’s here. She came home because she wasn’t feeling well so I am taking care of her.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course her mother would do a bed check.

“Well, Mrs. L/N, as Y/N’s soon-to-be husband it’s my duty to take care of her when she’s not well. I believe the vows go ‘in sickness and in health,’ correct? Well, how can I say that in front of you and Mr. L/N and not prove myself beforehand?”

She giggled at the way he used his classic Charlie Dalton charm on her mother. She didn’t need to be on the phone to know it was working.

“Of course I will have her up and ready for you to pick her up. Should any further issues arise I will call you and let you know…ok, you too. Yes, good night.”

He hung up the phone and sighed.

“We should have eloped,” he finally agreed.

Y/N nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. “We just have to get through this ceremony and then it’s just us, remember?”

He smiled at her reminder. “Just us.”

She grabbed his hand. “C’mon now. We’ve already broken one rule. Might as well break another.”

#charlie dalton #Charlie Dalton x reader #dead poets society #Charlie Dalton imagine

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cheezy-whizz · 11 months

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Charlie Dalton:

#dead poets society #dead poets #dps #dps boys #dps fandom #charlie dalton #i can just imagine Neil and Charlie having this conversation #neil perry #todd anderson #knox overstreet #steven meeks #richard cameron #gerard pitts #dead poets memes #dps memes #mr keating #john keating #nuwanda

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readbyred · 2 months

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Hi :)

Heard you were accepting dps requests so what about a charlie fic

I feel like charlie is the type of person to flirt with everyone and ask anyone he finds attractive out except when it comes to the person he actually has feelings for so what about charlie x reader where reader has been waiting since before they graduated for him to ask her out and as soon as she decides to move on charlie gets all sad and jealous and confesses and yknow how it goes

Would love to see this in a fic ♡

Not a fic blog (maybe someday), but I can give you a headcanon (so, shorter and no dialogue) though… I did get a bit inspired, so its longer than my usual writing

I think as a teen he was the sort of person to try and prove he’s popular with people. It would feel bad to lump you in with that. Like, he actually liked you, so it's different. Not that he has no respect for people he flirts with, but he knows it isn't anything serious. He was just a teen guy trying to impress his friends and get the experience he was prevented from getting (with his strict school and all). Especially with his position in the friend group and all.

Still, he hoped to have something serious with you one day. One day when he gets the courage, when he feels like it will work out and he won't jeopardize the whole friend group because of his crush.

But that day didn't come when he was at Welton. Then he had other things to worry about, considering his departure from the school. It was a hard time for everybody. But no matter the odds the poets kept in touch, as much as they could. And that included you.

Only, as years passed you started losing hope. I mean, if he wanted to he would, right? It felt so helplessly pathetic to be waiting for Charlie when it seemed that he had never and will never return your feelings.

When you were younger, it felt like the end of the world. Like you were destined to be alone. Oh, how many nights you’ve spent with Knox, wallowing in self-pity after Chris left him. Just sitting there with your buddy, talking about how you should go to a monastery. Not out of a spiritual need, but because there would be no one ever to love you. Guess you were a bit dramatic back then. It took Pitts many tries to smack some sense into you but you matured eventually.

When college approached, you were ready to meet new people. Although you weren't in the same school together anymore, you made a promise with the poets to keep seeing each other regularly.

Meanwhile, you met Mark. A true romantic soul with quite a witty humour. And Jack who would always treat you so sweetly and had the same interests as you. And Adam who walked you to the dorms every day. And Matt who had so much passion for life. You opened yourself up to people. Started meeting up with others.

Suddenly, you’d bring up your dates every meeting. Not to rub it in, just to recall funny moments. Like when a rainstorm caught you and Jack in the middle of a walk and you raced to the dorms. Or how you and Adam got lost in the park at night because neither of you lived in that city before. Knox would encourage you to spill every detail.

Surprisingly, the more you talked about your love life, the less you heard Charlie talk about his. By winter break you haven't heard him talk about any girl in weeks. At first you didn't notice. Then you figured that maybe he just fell for someone who wasn't as easy to charm so he didn't have anything to brag about yet.

The thought of him being so head over hills for this unnamed person made something inside you feel empty. You knew the feeling well from high school and you detested yourself for still having those sorts of thoughts and feelings. But you decided to let it all fizzle out.

You had better things to think about too. There was a ball coming around. Some fancy tradition at your university. Before you knew it, you had quite a few invitations. The sweetest one was from Jack.

He told you to close your eyes and open your palm. Then, he handed you a handcrafted note asking if you'd like to go with him. Later that day you found another one in your pocket (so that's why he told you to close your eyes) telling you he’s grateful to have you in his life. It was perfect. And officially approved by Knox Overstreet!

When you recounted the story, the guys were pretty happy for you. Before anyone could get a word in, Charlie suddenly asked if you were planning to go with Jack. Sincerely, you affirmed. Why not? He was the sweetest guy and you certainly were done moping around. I mean, you knew that Charlie wasn't going to change his mind so you could as well see if you end up liking someone else.

To your surprise, Charlie wasn't as ecstatic as the rest of the poets. He was rather skeptical and even a bit snarky. Commenting on the guy and just being so… weird about it. It angered you to no end because softly rejecting you is one thing. But trying to get in the way of you moving on? That didn't sit right with you. But your drama queen days were over, so you didn't walk off or anything. Just huffed and looked for a way to change the topic.

At the same time Charlie was thinking. Before college it was easy to reassure himself that he had all the time he wanted to make you his. And all the time he wanted to decide if he would do that at all. Everything was easier back when you didn't talk about any guys. Ever. Now he felt like he had to do something. Damn the risk of ruining the friend group. Damn the fear of rejection. And damn Knox for encouraging this mess.

The last thing you expected was for Charlie to get up suddenly. The poets all looked at him confused. When he stood up, his eyes met yours and he asked you to talk with him outside. Honest to Gods, you had no idea what that was about. But he was being dramatic (more so than usual) and something about the determination in his eyes told you to follow your friend outside. It was snowing and only buildings around you somewhat shielded you from the cold wind.

Charlie didn't waste time choosing words. For the first time when talking to a girl, he was completely raw. Just as it hit him, he blurted out his confession. No overplayed charm. No smirks and winks and cheap tricks. Just him. Charlie Dalton telling you that he likes you. That he had liked you for some time. That you should just, please, think about it.

As the last word fell from his mouth, a heavy silence fell between you. Silence colder than the wind and the snow. But Charlie stood there, undeterred, waiting to see the answer in your eyes. Even at his most frantic, he was confident. He understood that he did what he did, what it meant, and that he grasped this last chance by a miracle. There was no turning back now.

Your response first came muffled, as if the falling snowflakes were absorbing your voice. But finally, you confessed. Not without telling him, how long he made you wait. And how stupid he was acting, if he really just ignored his feelings for this long.

Your talk was tender, full of relief. But, as it happens with Charlie, as soon as the talk of real feelings was out of the way, he dragged you back inside, to announce your happy ending.

You couldn't believe he wanted to brag to your friends at a moment like this. But you just stood there, watching him with a smile. Some things never changed. Charlie certainly didn't. And you wouldn't have it any other way

#fun fact none of those ppl are made up #I just described a few guys from school that I've been talking to #same with the note situation lol #what makes it funnier is that I am in fact going with Jack and he heavily relates to Knox #so while I gave you the watered down version you can imagine the pizazz this guy had when inviting me #that's why I had to add the Knox approved part #they are literalky the same person #dps x reader #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society x reader #x reader

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neilperrysgf · 8 months

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Our first kiss-Neil Perry

Pairing- Neil Perry x reader

Warning: kissing, fluff,

His daily quote to me

‘You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen’

He says it so passionately, I usually rub it of or laugh, over the summer half term, I practically lived at Neil’s the whole term, we were watching ‘he sound of the wind’, Neil wanted me to watch it because he fell in love and I just ‘had’ to watch it!! Or he might die!!! He slowly puts his arm around me which makes my cheeks warm burn red!! I look at him and our noses are touching, he obviously moved closer when I wasn’t noticing, sly boy!

he slowly reaches his other hand to my waist, the other still over my shoulder, in this motion he starts to lean down and we slowly lie down onto the sofa, he now has both his hands on my waist, making me wine a little, he leans down and kisses me! HE KISSED ME!! NEIL PERRY JUST KISSED ME!! his lips were softer then I thought they where going to be?? They were so so soft I was losing focus, until he said my name ‘y/n?’ He chuckled slighted, which made me blush. He starts to lean down again, slowly, teasing , I grab the back of his head and smash his lips into mine, I can’t wait any longer. He slightly moans into my mouth which sends me over the edge, his hands can’t seem to stay still, I’m not complaining? It sent me crazy! My fingers are getting tangled in the back of his head, which he seems to be enjoying. The kiss starts to deepen, his tongue licks the top on my lip, allowing my mouth to open, his tongue slips inside my mouth and I slowly moan at the feeling. I can’t get over the fact Neil Perry’s tongue is in my mouth!!! His knee slowly goes between my legs to support me, this action surprises me slightly and I pull away, ‘is everything okay’ he asks with sincere eyes, I slowly drag my hand down his chest and too his pants, I cup his trousers and his hot breath brushes my mouth as me moans!

He starts to lean down again when Charlie dalton comes flying through the door and we both sit back up onto the sofa, Neil gives me a wink before Charlie throws himself on the two of us…

#Spotify #dead poets society #neil perry #charlie dalton #dps #imagine #smut #dps fanfiction

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gustingirl · 2 years

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i need a dead poets society cast reunion more than i need oxygen to live

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ash5monster01 · 1 month

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DPS Masterlist

Main Masterlist

all works include a femreader. requests are open for any of the boys. I hope you enjoy <3

Charlie Dalton

Getting Red

Only Thing Left to Live For

Snowed In

Red Lips 18+

I Can See You

First Snow

You’ll Be Okay

Perfectly Me

Guilty as Sin? 18+

Turn Back Time

The Best I Could

Truths Of Our Past series

Goes On series

Neil Perry

New Romantics 18+

First Time 18+

Sick Day

Todd Anderson

Study Buddies

All (not including reader)

Trapped in Time

It’s Not Christmas Without You

One’s Hour Has To Come

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pancake-lovy · 5 months

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Would anyone read Dead Poets Society one-shots/imagines written by me?

Once I finally get back to working on the ones I'm supposed to post...

FUTURE: I've already added the DPS characters to the list of people I write for. I just need ideas...

#pancake stories #dead poets society #dead poets society fandom #dead poets society fanfiction #dps fandom #dps fanfiction #dps imagine #dps boys #dps headcanons #dps #steven meeks #gerard pitts #neil perry #todd anderson #knox overstreet #richard cameron #charlie dalton #nuwanda #and possibly more

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oncasette · 2 years

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Please do KELLERMAN’S (send me a trope and a character and i’ll write you a blurb) for Charlie Dalton with childhood best friends to lovers trope? Thank you!! Congrats!!

“do you think we’d be roommates if they let girls into welton?” he says, tilting his head to look at you from where you’re both laying in the grass.

it was your favorite place to be. here, in his backyard of his summer house late enough at night that you could see every star sitting above you.

you’d been coming here every summer since you could remember. charlie had started off just being your neighbor. a friend you’d see at school and hangout with on the weekends. someone you’d grown close too because of proximity more than anything else, but still someone you’d chosen to call you best friend. someone five year old you had trusted enough to give your teddy.

and then you’d turned eleven, and charlie had been shipped off to boarding school for the better half of the year, leaving you to sit and stare at his bedroom window like he’d open the blinds if you thought about it hard enough.

no, it wasn’t until you’d turned thirteen that charlie had started inviting you to live with his family over the summer. you’d visited, of course, for a night or two with your parents in summer’s past, but charlie wanted you to stay for the summer. three months spent together before he was shipped off and you were left to daydreaming about him again.

“in your dreams, dalton,” you scoff out, attempting—and failing—to ignore the way your heart was racing at the idea of sharing a room with him long term. sharing that space for months on end, seeing him early in the morning before he’d had time to pretty himself up. like those couple times you’d snuck into his bed during that hurricane.

“i mean, absolutely in my dreams, but why?” you can feel how close he is to you. how his breath his fanning over the skin of your neck, the heat of his fingers in the grass beside your hip.

“you think their first course of action after allowing girls into the school at all would be co-ed dorming? you’re insane.”

“you’d be a better roommate than meeks,” he shrugs. and he’s silent for a bit, picking up his hand to brush a stray hair away from your forehead. “you don’t even think they’d let us if i asked them real nice?”

“no,” you snort, turning your face to look at him for the first time since you’d both come outside.

you’re really not sure what came over you, either. why your self control was so dismal tonight or why you’d ignored the tornado sirens in your head begging you not to screw this up, but you leaned in to kiss him. to kiss him and his stupidly soft lips, dragging your hand up to curl in the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

you don’t even think you realized he was kissing you back until you were pulling away and he was chasing your lips, ducking and tilting his head forward enough to peck your lips again.

“guess we’ll just have to live with being roommates over the summer, then,” he says.

“we’re not roommates, though. i sleep in the guest room.” you brain is so fuzzy, you barely notice him shifting closer to you. barely feel him push you onto your back until he’s leaning over you.

“you think you’re sleeping in there again? after that?” he asks. “keep on dreaming.”

#charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton #charlie dalton drabble #dead poets society imagine #dead poets society #r’s 500!!

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