#dps charlie

[dearsnow]

ORLANDO (FIRST KISS)

- charlie, your best friend, attempts to set you up with the crush he is convinced you have. (charlie dalton x gn!reader, includes some neil being a good friend, slight angst into fluff, happy au, no beta we die like real men)

word count: 2,647

a/n - i love charlie so much oh my god 😭 hopefully there’s more to come with him! i’m planning a very long fic for him, hopefully similar in feeling to my neil fic “the last time” :) this is slightly inspired by the song “orlando” by leith ross so pls check them out!!

It’s 1:32 AM on a Friday night (Saturday, technically, but that rarely seems to matter), and Charlie Dalton is refusing to let you sleep.

“You’ve got to tell me. I swear, cross my heart, I won’t tell a soul.” He begs.

Charlie has been your best friend for god knows how long. You met so long ago that you don’t even remember how or why; it just was. That’s exactly what your relationship is. There’s really no rhyme or reason, considering you would detest anyone else with his personality, but you’re friends anyways, and you love him with all your heart. Opposites attract, you suppose. You don’t know for sure. Most days, including today, he is extremely and desperately annoying.

You slump down onto his bed, covering your eyes with your hands. He’s gotten it into his mind that you have a crush, and he won’t rest until he finds out who it is. Lucky you.

“Charlie, it’s no one.” You groan, peeking past your fingers to stare at him with a cross expression. “Even if I did like someone, I wouldn’t tell you.”

The problem is, you do like someone, and he’s sitting right in front of you with messy hair and pajama pants.

Your feelings for him, just like your meeting, are so far buried in the past that you couldn’t dig them up with an excavator. One day, you suppose, you just started to fall in love with him. He’s annoying and rich and a total smart-ass, but you love him. In some soft, quiet ways, he is the kindest boy you’ve ever met.

He notices when you get cut off mid-conversation or when you’re just a little too uncomfortable to talk to the person in front of you. He knows you like the back of his hand and puts his knowledge to use without ever having to ask, like how he always gets you exactly what you want on your birthday. He’s smart and energized and a breath of fresh air, no matter how stale the room is. And, of course, though you would rarely tell him, he is dashingly handsome.

He sits up straighter and begins listing every boy you’ve ever come in contact with. “Meeks? You always did like his type. Ooh, or Pitts? He’s a pitiful lady-killer. Todd is another good choice. Knox has got his thing with Chris, so you probably wouldn’t like him unless you’re into getting your heart broken.” He stops his ranting to take a breath, then continues on. “You cannot like Cameron because if you do, I won’t ever talk to you again. It isn’t Cameron, right?”

You scoff. “I don’t have a crush. Stop trying to guess a person that doesn’t exist.”

“Neil?” He questions. You hesitate just a bit before waving away his suggestion. Neil is a very good friend of both yours and his, and truthfully, he would definitely be the best boyfriend out of all of them. Despite that, you do not love him like you love Charlie. Not even close.

He catches on to your hesitation with scary accuracy. The tilt of your head, the twitch of your hand, the way the corners of your mouth almost curved up into a smile. Charlie feels his heart drop. “Oh my god, it’s Neil. Of course it’s Neil, it’s always Neil! You like Neil.” Neil is, unbeknownst to him, a complete catch. It makes sense that you would like him. After all, he’s kind, outgoing, and a whole lot nicer than Charlie is. That doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Like you, Charlie doesn’t exactly know when you came into his life. Maybe a stuffy dinner party or a prep event- all that matters to him is that you’re here now, and he loves you. He does, however, know when he started loving you.

It was seventh grade at a school dance, and you had decided to go with a boy he barely knew. When the boy asked you out with a pocketed rose and a shy smile, Charlie felt his blood boiling. How dare he, he thought, take you away from him? You’re his best friend. He would have bought you an entire flower shop had you said the word.

Seeing you waltz with him in your pretty outfit, as awkward and stiff as you both were, was too much for him to bear. Charlie left early, prompting you to follow him. The scene that resulted was one you both tried heavily to erase.

“Charlie, what’s wrong?” You panted, hurrying after him as fast as your pinchy shoes would allow. “Charlie. Charlie! Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing. Just go away.” He sniffled. You turned the corner to see him sitting on a curb, tears tracking down his face. If you knew one thing about Charlie Dalton, it was that he hated crying. You sat down next to him, but he turned to face the trees to his left.

“What happened?” You asked gently. How he despised your gentle care.

“I hate you. Go away.” His voice broke in the middle of his sentence. “I never want to see you again.”

Something in you snapped in that moment, something angry and sad all at once. He was hurting, and you loathed it, but Charlie always got what he wanted in the end.

You stood up and left, muttering a “sorry” over your shoulder.

He tried to avoid you for a while after that, but as with all fated things, he couldn’t stay away for long. He went back to you without a hint of apology, and you took him. Begrudgingly, you just couldn’t be without your best friend for very long.

He knew he loved you then, and that fact hasn’t changed in the present.

“I don’t like Neil.” You insist. “Trust me.”

Charlie stands to pace around his room, talking with his hands as per usual. “Y’know, you always seem smiley around him. I should’ve seen it coming, really. The way you talk to him can’t be platonic.” You sigh from the bed, and Charlie flops down beside you. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin. It’s pleasant, like a ray of sun on a cold day. You instinctively move closer to him as he opens his mouth. “I could probably get you a date with him. Not that you couldn’t do it yourself, but,” he pauses, a hint of hurt humor in his eyes, “I could be your wingman.”

He doesn’t want to be. He really doesn’t want to be, but what can he do? He would rather see you happy with Neil than miserable with no one. Despite how much he hates it, he’s gotten over most of his prepubescent jealousy. He knows deep down in the very achingly sad part of him that you don’t love him. At least, not the way he loves you.

You’re facing him, your nose inches away from his chest as your heart pounds in yours. He really wants you to get with Neil. Well, if that’s how he feels, you don’t feel the need to reject the offer. Maybe this is just the thing you need. What’s the point in pining after him when he’s actively trying to set you up with his second best friend?

“Yeah. That… I would like that.” Charlie’s heart crumbles in his chest.

“Then I’ll get right on it.” He grins. Behind the smile, sadness is swimming in his eyes, but you don’t bother to look at them.

It’s winter break, one of Charlie’s favorite times of the year, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this sad before.

By the time the next weekend rolled around, you had almost forgotten about Charlie’s proposed setup. But, on this Saturday when you’re cozy in your room, Neil comes knocking at your door.

You open the door, slightly surprised. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers with a small grin on his face. They’re your favorite flowers.

“Hi.” He says. His voice is breathless.

You raise your eyebrows, but for some reason, you can’t help but smile. Neil is standing in your doorway, and you feel like you know what he’s going to ask. “Hey.”

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” He implores, holding the bouquet out for you to take. “It doesn’t have to be right now, but… I’m ready if you are.” He’s dressed in a crisp suit, and if you’re being honest, you’d hate to make him go home without putting it to use.

You laugh lightly, the feeling bubbling out of your stomach. “Yeah, I’d love that. Just let me get ready and I’ll be out in ten minutes.”

Two days prior to Saturday, Charlie proposed a dead poets town trip. They were milling around, bouncing from shop to shop before Charlie clasped Neil on the shoulder.

“What do you think about Y/N?”

Neil turned, confused. “What do you mean?”

There was a smirk on Charlie’s face, but he hesitated like he didn’t actually want to say the words he was about to say. “I mean, I think you two would be a pretty cute couple.”

Neil let out a huff of air, almost in disbelief. “You’ve been in love with them since seventh grade, Nuwanda. Don’t try to act like you aren’t.”

Charlie gasped exaggeratedly and put a hand over his heart. “How dare you suggest that! I just want the best for my dearest friends.” The others laughed. Every single one of them knew that Charlie harbored deep feelings for you- and every single one of them knew he would never admit it. “Look, just one date. Ask them out on Saturday. They really like you, and I know they’re free, so they can’t pull any excuses.”

“I just don’t know.” Neil admitted. “They’re great and all, but I’d feel bad if I stole away your crush of four years.”

“You won’t be stealing anything, my boy. Just think about it.” Charlie knew he was lying, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he also knew that somehow, he was making the right decision.

Like all of your romantic endeavors, your date with Neil is slightly awkward. He’s your friend, sure, but you’ve never really thought about him like this before. You never even considered dating him. It’s always been Charlie. Maybe, just maybe, it’s time to broaden your horizons.

After the initial tension, you would like to believe it went well. Neil walks you out of the restaurant, holding your arm. He’s smiling, and you feel your own expression falter. You like him, you really do, but some part of you knows that he will never be Charlie.

He leans closer to you, almost close enough to touch. Your heart pounds in your chest as he whispers something into your ear. “Don’t look, but Charlie’s watching. Pretend I’m kissing you.”

You’re taken aback as your eyes try to search for his brown hair, but after a second, you comply. You shut your eyes and thread your fingers through Neil’s. To anyone else, especially anyone inside of the restaurant, it looks like you’re smashing tongues with him.

Neil walks you home as the day fades into night, and as much as you ask, your questions are left unanswered with a sly wink.

“I can’t believe you would do that.” Charlie rages. “It was meant to be a date, not a date and a tongue fuck! That was their first kiss, Neil, and you’ve stripped them of it!” He doesn’t know why he’s so outrageously enraged. It was a quick kiss from the boy you’ve been crushing on. He should be overjoyed for you.

“It wasn’t like that, Charlie. Just ask them.” Neil is surprisingly calm, considering his friend is screaming at him. “Ask them. Go on.” He pushes Charlie’s shoulder. “I walked them home.”

Charlie grumbles, his gut twisted into shaking, angry knots. “I will. If they tell me you did anything weird, though, you’re dead.” Neil shakes his head.

“I think you’d kill me even if I didn’t kiss them.”

For the second time, you hear a knock at your door. This one is loud and frenzied, but through the haze, you can tell who it is. Who else would knock so harshly at 11:23 at night? It’s a good four hours after your date, so it definitely can’t be Neil.

You open the door, clad in pajamas and a frown. “Seriously, Charlie? You’re gonna wake the whole neighborhood.”

“Did he kiss you?” Ah, straight to the point. He’s never one to beat around the bush.

“What’s it to you?” You defend. “You didn’t care about that possibility when you wanted me to date him.” You cross your arms. Why the hell is he so upset? You don’t understand anything about this. His motives, his feelings, right now, they’re more confusing than he’s ever been. Well, save for one night. Oddly, this reminds you of that dance a few years back. You don’t want that to happen again, so whatever’s going on has to stop.

He opens his mouth and then closes it like he’s actually considering what he wants to say for the first time in his life. “I just…” A defeated expression tugs his face down. Your heart plummets. You rarely ever see him crestfallen. The last time was four years ago, and you had hoped you would never see him like that again.

He turns to walk away. He can’t do it, he just can’t. He’s walking so fast the pavement under his feet is a blur, and you chase after him.

“Charlie, what are you-“ He turns, seeing the confusion on your face.

When he looks at you, all Charlie can see is love. He loves your voice, the curve of your lips, the way you do anything and everything. In that moment, when he sees you with tired eyes, his inhibitions flee like rabbits from a wolf. Maybe, just maybe, he can.

Before you can ask, yet after you see the fire in his eyes, he grabs your arm and cuts you off.

“Can I kiss you?”

You’re taken aback for a moment, lips parted, not speaking a word. His hair is messy and the tear tracks on his cheeks glisten in the street lights. It’s like everything you’ve ever wanted has sprung to life before your eyes. “Yes, but-“

He presses his lips to yours, effectively cutting off any further communication once again. His grip on you softens as his hands reach up to cup your face. Your eyes flutter shut, and a million different things race through your mind. All you can consciously think is that you never want it to end.

When he pulls away, breathless, something new is shining in his eyes. “I hope that wasn’t bad for a second kiss.” He smiles. He’s still worried, more so than he’s ever been, but that was the most amazing thing he thinks he’s ever done.

“Second? Charlie, that was my first.”

He pauses. “So Neil didn’t kiss you?”

You laugh, and upon seeing his even more excited face, you laugh so hard you double over. He joins, and your giggles are probably too loud for how late it is. “No! God no, he told me to pretend because you were watching.” Your voice comes out humorous and strained, with so much joy behind the tone that Charlie can feel himself starting to laugh again. “Were- Were you in the restaurant for our whole date?”

“Yeah.” He chokes out. “I couldn’t just let the love of my life date some other guy without my knowledge, right?”

“Oh, totally. Maybe you should ask me out next time, then, to completely avoid this whole scenario.” He pulls you in, laughing against your shoulder.

“Sure. Yeah, I think I will. Next time, I’ll make sure of it.”

#solar eclipse. #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton #dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #dead poets fandom #dead poets fanfic #dps #dps fanfiction #dps fandom #dps x reader #dps charlie

[todd-anderson-trash]

tee hee dps art dump + some more angles :)))

(also the friendship meme is a reference to my fic HAHSHSH I PROMISE TODD WOULD NEVER DO THAT)

#dead poets society #dead poets #dead poets fandom #dps #anderperry #dps art #dps anderperry #todd anderson x neil perry #dps knox #knox overstreet #dps stick #dps charlie #charlie dalton #dps meeks #steven meeks #dps todd #dps neil #dead poets fanart

[ayyko-rona-yoo]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐑!𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Remember that the Soviet Union is not only Russia. 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

First, let’s figure out how someone from the USSR could have ended up in the States. There were only two options: either you were stripped of your citizenship or you fled the country. Let’s take the first one - suppose your father was a writer and he was stripped of his citizenship because he was writing literature that was against the country’s ideology (I won’t go into details because in reality things were more complicated and scary). You don’t know how your father had connections there, but pretty soon your family got invited to the United States. The person who invited you was Mr. Noel. He also allowed you to stay at his house until you find a place to live.

He’ll probably see you for the first time when he goes to Chris with Knox to give him moral support, and if he’s hesitant, kick his ass.

You didn’t go to any school because you didn’t have the proper documents for enrollment yet, but every morning you walked Chris to her school.

"Where is she?" Charlie asked.

Knox looks at the crowd for a few seconds and points to Chris walking next to you. You stop at the entrance and she goes inside. You wave your hand at her and turn around to walk away. And Charlie stunned.

"Well, this is… Chris? You certainly have less chance than Denburry."

"I know… wait, who are you looking at?"

The next day he’ll try to get to know you. Like… It’s Charlie. I don’t think he’d wait long if he was up to something. The only reason he didn’t do it yesterday was because he didn’t want to hurt Knox’s feelings. He was quite sure that charm you would be as easily as possible. However, he did not expect that you would not be very talkative. And one more thing. Obviously, your English isn’t the best at the moment, and that complicates things, too. But the other problem is that his manner of speech and his behavior… scared you off a bit.

'I’m not serious at all, and I pass no skirt by' - that’s what you’d expect from a guy like that. In the society you grew up in that kind of behavior was discouraged and considered suspicious.

So the only thing you could say when a guy you didn’t know stopped you on the street with a playful grin was quick 'Sorry, I have to go'.

And now Charlie stunned again. How is that even possible? Back at Wellton, he didn't say a word when the poets asked him how it had gone. He told them so confidently that you won't be able to resist him. So how can he now admit that you ignored him?

Of course he’ll be teased about it, especially by Cameron. "Our Nuwanda can’t pick up a girl, huh?"

"Just shut up."

Again, this is Charlie. I believe he wouldn’t give up so easily. So now you meet him almost every time you walk Chris to school. And honestly, it was pretty creepy.

But then again, he didn’t do anything… outrageous, right? He wasn’t stalking you, you two were always out in public, so if you needed help… I think it’s clear what I mean.

At first, he just said hello and asked how you were doing. Then, when you didn’t answer, he said something about himself, about how his day was, complaining about Mr. Nolan. And even though you didn’t understand half of what he was saying, over time, you got used to his company. It took a long time, but Charlie was on cloud nine when you first answered him, "Not too bad… You?"

He was so proud of himself, so that night he wouldn’t shut up. Even after Cameron threw something at him for the third time in a row, so that he would stop talking and let him sleep.

Charlie finally got your name. You’ve had no contact with any of the locals other than the Noel family, so you’re not sure how anyone would react if they knew who you are and where are you from. What’s your name got to do with it? Well, it sounds unusual at least, so… easy to guess. Anyway, Charlie only knows your first name. So far.

Before you knew it, you were waiting for him to show up. Soon you even began to answer him with short simple phrases and laugh with his jokes, if you understood them.

Poems. Well. It’d be weird if he didn’t come up with a few poems about you, right? But you’re not used to the sound of English poetry. Although it’s better to say poetry in English.

I’m not sure how to describe it, but poems in Russian are very rhythmic, they hold a permanent rhyme. They sound different. So when Charlie first read you a poem, you didn’t even get what it was. Congratulations, this is the second time you’ve broken his heart.

One day you offered to walk you home. You’ve known each other for almost two months, and you’re in a good mood today. Why not spend more time with him? And, of course, Charlie could not refuse such an offer. While you were walking, you were talking about yourself more than usual, and even though you were still afraid to tell Charlie the details, you were very eager to give him a hint.

"Was it a poem again?" you said, standing at the front door.

"God, don’t say that, you’re making my heart bleed!"

"The only thing that bleeds is my passport," you opened the door and entered the house. "See you tomorrow, Nuwanda."

The next day he’d walk you home again. You said you had to hurry somewhere, but he insisted. Actually, Mr. Noel was supposed to be taking your family to the embassy today, so when you came, everyone was getting in the car.

You wanted to say goodbye to him, but he asked, "What you meant by 'the only thing that bleeds is your passport'?"

Should you tell him now? You looked him in the eyes for a few seconds, then sighed and took your passport out of your purse and handed it to him.

"I guess now you see what I meant," you muttered with a shy smile.

Its cover is red. Yellow letters, two words – 'СССР ПАСПОРТ' (In fact, red passports were introduced only in the 1970s, but it's not an archive document and I’m not here to teach a full history lesson. So let’s pretend that in 1959 it was already red, not gray).

"Are you coming with us, miss?"

"Yeah, I’m coming." You grabbed your passport out of his hand and went to Mr. Noel’s car, waving goodbye to Charlie.

Well. When you’re a guy from a wealthy American family who goes to a prestigious private school and lives a quiet life, the chance that you meet someone from the USSR… Is there even a chance?

Anyone would be shocked, maybe scared even. But Charlie… Of course he didn’t expect it and he’s surprised. But given his personality and character, I think he would rather be pleasantly surprised. Perhaps even excited.

Now it all makes sense. That's why you avoided him at first, why you spoke rarely and why you seemed to have a slight accent. Turns out he was right about the last one.

He’s definitely gonna be proud that he’s the one who got such an unusual girl like you. He’ll tell the dead poets about it as soon as he gets back to Welton. Cameron will be the only one who won’t believe him.

After that, you became more open with him. You’re still embarrassed by your poor English, which Charlie secretly likes. You told him why you live in the Noel house and about your friendship with Chris. You didn’t tell him the details of how you got here. He asked you a lot of questions, so you had to say it is very painful memories and you’re not ready to talk about it.

Charlie wouldn’t be Charlie if he didn’t ask you to teach him Russian swearing. He literally begged you to, so you had to give up. Now it's the best way to shut Richard up when he does something annoying. He also mutters the curses under his breath when Mr. Nolan gives a speech.

You grew up in the Soviet Union, where a working woman was a normal thing (it's a myth that there was full equality of men and women in the USSR; but again – it's not a history class). So when the question arose of how to renew your visa, you immediately began to think about how to get a job. And Charlie sincerely does not understand this. You can just get married, can’t you? It’s the simplest and seemingly obvious option.

He’ll ask you to marry him. Many times. Every time you start talking about how hard to find a way to stay in the States is. Maybe it’ll sound like a joke at first. But the embassy continues to reject your application, so he starts talking about it more seriously.

© 𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐤𝐨-𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚-𝐲𝐨𝐨 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝.

#charlie dalton #charlie dalton headcanons #dps #dead poets society x reader #dead poets society #charlie dalton x reader #dps x reader #dps charlie

[c0smopolitan]

Chemtrails over the hills

A/n: I wanted to do something Lana inspired but I wanted it to be short so it's not country club it's just hills. Just a short blurb because I got randomly inspired and I chose Charlie Dalton because I love Dps. Thanks!

Summary: A glimpse of summer with you and Charlie.

Warnings: None just pure fluff (Charlie Dalton x F!reader) (F/I) means first initial, in your name.

His garden is just as beautiful as you remember it. “How does your mom find the time to take care of them.” you say crouching down to feel the petals of the roses. “She loves flowers I guess.”

You stand back up and he holds out his hand for you. You grab his hand and walk with him as he leads you farther out into his backyard. He leads you to his old swing set and you take a seat in the swing next to his. “How’s Neil?” You turn around to face him and see a small smile on his face. “He’s good, he’s recovering great actually.” you smile. “That’s really great.”

“It is, isn’t it?” He smiles even wider. “Todd refuses to leave his side, every time I go to see him, he’s there too.” He laughs. “I don’t know what Todd would do without him.”

You stay there for a while until Charlie gets up. He offers his hand out to you, and you take it. He leads you inside and takes you into the kitchen. You lean on the island counter as he gets you a glass of lemonade (or whatever drink you want). “Here you go.” he hands you the lemonade and you take a sip.

He takes your hand in his and leads you back outside. Instead of going back to his backyard he leads you out into the small hills a couple minutes away from his house.

“What are we doing here Charlie” You laugh softly. “I just wanna lay down with my favorite girl” you look at him with your brows raised and he leans down to kiss you. You reciprocate the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pulls away and leads you to the top of the hill. You both lay down to watch the sky. He takes your hand in his. You turn your head to face him to see him already looking at you. “I love you Y/n.” You smile wide. “I love you too Charlie.” he squeezes your hand and turns back to face the sky. You do the same and admire the plane doing loops and leaving trails in the sky. Your smile grows wider when your read what the trails spelled out. “F/I + C”

#charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets #dps boys #dps charlie #charlie dalton fanfic #copyright #no reposting as your own

[dead-poets-trio]

some character designs for the main poets + a baby cameron because i couldn’t fit him (i PROMISE i’ll draw his real design later HAJAJAJ!!!)

#i got so embarrassed that i spelt stephen wrong that i blushed literally bright red btw #my dad asked me what was wrong and i didn’t know how to explain that i spelt the funny man’s name incorrectly #dps #dead poets society #dead poets #dead poets fandom #dead poets fanart #IM SORRY KNOX WAS ORIENTED WEIRD :( #dps knox #knox overstreet #dps todd #todd anderson #dps neil #neil perry #dps meeks #stephen meeks #dps charlie #charlie dalton #dps pitts #gerard pitts #dps cameron #richard cameron #also i watch the movie every time i draw and it took me a WHOLE watch through to finish this page :) #admin mack

[toomanyfandomsstuff]

Idk how to explain it but Race and Charlie would so be friends. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me IM FAMOUS and TO INDEED BE A GOD don’t have the same energy??

#newsies #newsies live #livesies #newsies 2017 #newsies proshot #dead poets society #dps #dps charlie #charlie dalton

[aeronics]

AI charlie dalton vs my executive dysfunction and lack of motivation

im apparently his roommate and hes watching me??

#charlie dalton #dead poets society #dps #dps charlie dalton #dps charlie #dps fandom #dps tumblr #dead poets fandom #character ai

[ask-the-poets]

ask box Open!

#mod ronnie #neil perry #charlie dalton #dead poets society #dps #dps neil #dps charlie #ask blog #dps ask blog #ask box open! #my ugly doodles #LMAO

[poetofthedyingstars]

CHAMERON MARCH 2023!

based on anderperrry week/april, mittsie may, and chrisginny week!

forced proximity

academic rivals

hurt/comfort

angst

fairy tale theme

coffee shop/college au

character role reversal

- you know how this goes! everyone can post a variety of fanarts, fics, gifs, edits, etc.

- tag ur posts with #chameron march 2023 or #chameronweek so we can easily find your wonderful creations

- good luck andddd have fun!

#chameron #chameron march 2023 #chameronweek #dead poets society #dps fandom #dead poets #richard cameron #charlie dalton #dead poets fandom #dead poets headcanons #dps charlie #richard cameron x charlie dalton

[sulsulellison]

Charlie Dalton Headcanons Pt 2

- has headaches all the time, constantly skipping class cause of them

- will give cheek kisses

- has read and will continue to read cameron’s diary

- buys new clothes when his old ones get dirty, he doesnt like doing laundry (cameron steals those dirty clothes and washes them so he, cameron, can wear them)

- takes halloween VERY seriously

- can’t focus when he reads

- lots of random instruments that he knows how to play

- has a flirty personality (both jokingly and unintentional) (goes overboard when talking to meeks and cam)

- he has only cried in front of neil and cam(but on accident)

- smokes/vapes

#dead poets society #dps #dead poets headcanons #dead poets society fandom #dps boys #headcanon #headcanons #dps fandom #dps hc #fluff #charlie​ dalton #dps charlie #dps charlie headcanons #dps charlie hc #charlie dalton hc #charlie dalton headcanons #charlie x cameron #chameron #dps cameron #richard cameron #neil perry

[hurtyknees]

Can someone who watched both Scott Pilgrim vs the world AND dead poets society confirm or disprove my theory that Wallace Wells has the same vibe as Charlie Dalton?

Bc i see edits of this guy all over my tiktok and with each and every one the feeling gets stronger.

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgram vs the world #wallace wells #dps #dead poets society #charlie dalton #dps charlie

[todd-anderson-trash]

modern headcanons! ft. drawing meeks’ features a lil softer to fit my trans agenda and also… journalist todd!

#dead poets society #dead poets #dead poets fandom #dps #for once more anderperry?!?!? who am i #charlie dalton #dead poets fanart #dps meeks #steven meeks #dps charlie #dps neil #neil perry #dps todd #todd anderson #AND A LIL KNOX AND CAMERON #I NEVER DRAW CAM CAM

[glorious-destruction]

“Tortured poets department?” Back in my day it was dead poets society

#Taylor swift really gave her new album the Walmart name of dps and I’m here for it #dps #dead poets society #Taylor swift #tortured poets department #dark academia #poetry #literature #todd anderson #neil perry #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #stephen meeks #richard cameron #gerard pitts #john keating

[c0smopolitan]

Paper flower

A/n: I found another draft and decided to post it as well. It’s kinda rushed, sorry. This was inspired by the paper flower trend. I don’t see a lot of Charlie fics so I wanted to make some more. Enjoy!

Warnings: none just a lot of fluff, Modern Au!Charlie Dalton x f!reader.

Summary: Charlie decides to do something for you while you’re studying.

Charlie laid on your bed playing with your guitar as you sat at your table trying to study for your physics test. “Hey Y/n,” he calls out softly “Yea?” you say focused on your practice sheet. “Can we do something please.” You turn around and see him trying to give you the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.

You sigh. “I really have to finish this Charlie.”

He groans.

“But I came here to be hang out with my girlfriend, not to watch her study.” He whines. “I’ve been putting this off for too long.” You look down at the paper and curse physics for being so hard. He puts the guitar down and falls back on your bed. “Ok, I’ll wait I guess.” He mumbles.

You feel bad for doing this now of all times but you promise yourself to make it up to him later.

About 10 minutes into your studying, you hear shuffling around your room. You turn around to see paper scattered all over your bed and him looking at his computer very intently.

“Charlie?” He looks up at you wide eyed and quickly covers up what he’s doing. “Charlie what are you doing?” You let out a laugh as he’s still trying to hide whatever it is he’s doing. “Nothing N/n, just focus on your physics stuff, you’ll see soon.” He says absentmindedly, waving his hand to shoo you away. You give him an incredulous look but don’t say anything as you turn around to go back to studying.

30 minutes later and your already done with your work, still keeping your back facing him as wants to finish up what he was doing.

You feel a tap on your shoulder, he puts his hand over your eyes and turns you around. He lifts his hands from your eyes and you immediately smile at what he was holding in his hand.

You turn around to see a single paper flower in his hand. He has a grin on his face looking very proud of himself as you take your time to admire the flower. “Thank you Charlie, it’s beautiful.”

You smile wide as you look at the flower he took forty-ish minutes to make. The flower didn’t look half bad. It wasn’t perfect, but there was the obvious effort he put into it, and that was enough to make your heart melt.

“I wanted to do something nice for you N/n, and you looked stressed so no more studying.” He says sternly.

You place the flower gently on your table and wrap your arms around him. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a kiss on the side of your head. You hold each other in a tight embrace before pulling away.

You lean in to kiss him and he gladly leans forward, cupping your face and kissing you slowly. He sighs into the kiss, pulling you harder against him.

He pulls away first to catch his breath all the while you smile at him cheekily, looking at him wet lipped and slightly red in the face.

He smiles down at you, kissing you one more time before grabbing your hand and walking you over to your bed.

You both lay down as he wraps his arms around your waist putting his head in the crook of your neck. You smile as he places small kisses on your neck. You comb through his hair soothing him to sleep.

Eventually you hear his soft snores and place a kiss on his head before also succumbing to sleep.

#charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton fanfic #dps charlie #charlie dalton #fluff #modern au #copyright #no reposting as your own

[deadxregulus]

I'm bitches too

#dps #dps fandom #the dead poets society #dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #dead poets fandom #charlie dalton #john keating #knox overstreet

[meekspoetssociety]

“carpe diem”

but in reality i’m sitting in my room scrolling through tumblr, doing class work, or working a stupid job. no days are being seized.

#loving life #when does life stop being so boring ? #dead poets society #todd anderson #neil perry #dps #dps fandom #anderperry #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #richard cameron #steven meeks #gerard pitts