Dead Poets Society one shots and preferences

§ Steven Meeks § : Valentine's part 2

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Welton Academy as Meeks and y/n found themselves in the quiet solitude of Henley Hall. Y/n, having accepted Meeks' invitation to be his Valentine for the day, led him to her empty dorm room.

Amidst the soft ambiance of the room, y/n retrieved a small, leather-bound notebook from her desk. With a shy smile, she handed it to Meeks. "I thought I'd share something with you, something I've been working on."

Curiosity sparking behind his glasses, Meeks accepted the notebook, his fingers brushing against y/n's. He opened it to find a carefully penned poem, each word a testament to the depth of y/n's feelings.

Y/n, nervously watching Meeks read, explained, "I find it easier to express myself through words. Poetry has a way of capturing emotions that ordinary conversation sometimes cannot."

As Meeks absorbed the verses, his heart quickened. The poem painted a portrait of their shared moments studying, the subtle glances, and the unspoken connection that had blossomed between them. Y/n's poetic confession stirred emotions within Meeks that he hadn't fully acknowledged.

When he finished reading, Meeks looked up, his eyes meeting y/n's. "That was... I mean, I don't know what to say. It's beautiful, y/n. Truly."

Y/n blushed, her gaze dropping momentarily. "I'm glad you liked it. It's just... I wanted you to know how much our time together has meant to me."

Meeks, feeling a surge of courage, took a step closer. "Y/n, your words... they've touched me in a way I can't quite describe. I've never been good with expressing my feelings, but I... I appreciate this. And, well, I've been meaning to tell you something too."

Y/n tilted her head, her eyes searching his. "What is it, Meeks?"

Meeks took a deep breath, feeling the weight of vulnerability. "I... I really like you, y/n. More than I've ever admitted to myself. Your intelligence, your kindness—it's just captivating. And I'm not good at this, but I wanted you to know."

Y/n's eyes sparkled with understanding, and a tender smile graced her lips. "Meeks, I like you too."

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the intimacy of y/n's dorm room, Meeks felt a warmth spreading through him. He reached out, gently cupping y/n's face, and they shared a tender, hesitant kiss—a sweet connection that surpassed the boundaries of friendship.

As they pulled away, both of them wore bashful smiles, and Meeks, still flushed, couldn't help but wipe the fog that had formed on his glasses. The room, filled with the echoes of unspoken confessions and newfound emotions, seemed to hold the promise of more shared moments for Meeks and y/n. Love, unexpected but welcomed, had found its way into the hearts of two kindred spirits on that memorable Valentine's Day.