#dps imagine
High Praises | The Keats
Summary: After speaking with the music producer, you finish writing a song you’ve had in the works after meeting Neil.
A/N: I’m thinking about making this 30 parts and finishing with an epilogue…
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drivers license | knox overstreet
based on drivers license by olivia rodrigo
…
the seatbelt light turned on as you sat in your mom’s car, dinging as it insisted you put the seatbelt on.
it feels strange to be in a car without your mom or dad. the past months had seen them riding passenger seat as they coolly instructed advice as you drove them around.
it was even more strange not to have knox there.
you had been so excited to learn how to drive, starting in an empty parking lot in town. practically beaming with joy that he trusted you to drive his dad’s expensive, even if the lot was completely empty.
the car reverses as you back out of the driveway, looking both ways before carefully pull out on the street. there were no errands to be run, no destination in mind, but you were driving anyway. music played from the stereo.
even though it had been a full week since you had gotten your drivers license it felt so odd, empty really, to be driving alone. it reminds you of the conversations with knox, his promises that you could drive him around. drive to him.
without meaning to you realize you’re en route to his house. a few more turns and you’d be less than a mile away.
go. go. go. go.
tears blur behind your lashline and you pull over on the side of the road. it’s empty thankfully. paul anka’s voice croons through the speakers, singing sweet words of love. you turn it off.
it only makes you think of him. and her.
that blonde girl.
they were probably together right now. she was so beautiful, sweet, charming, kind. everything you wished you could be. everything you doubted about yourself.
knox said not to worry about her, he said forever without knowing forever has an expiration date.
you know it’s not healthy to dwell on it, on him, on them, but there is nothing you can do. your friends have been kind, listening to you talk about it obsessively but you know it’s past the period of sympathy and only a matter of time before they get tired of it, no matter how much they love you.
love, love, love, love.
you love knox. so young but so sure of it. nothing had ever felt like this before with anyone. he had your entire heart, you’d fallen completely but he wasn’t there to catch you. things weren’t perfect, nothing is, but how could he be so okay now that you’re gone?
pieces of you lost. his face was everywhere. you saw him in everything, white cars only reminded you of his. the memories shared in the front seats, the laughter and smiles. you couldn’t even drive past that empty parking lot without breaking out in a fit of tears.
it didn’t matter how he felt, if he ever loved you as you love him, because it didn’t change anything. you were still alone, driving past his house, seeing his white car parked next to a red car.
For You | The Keats
「26⤶27⤷
28」
Summary: the new single is released, but that is the last thing on your mind. A meeting with Neil could change everything.
A/N: it’s been months i know, sorry but i hope you enjoy but more importantly i hope you get the tiktok reference otherwise that’s embarrassing
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awe | todd anderson
Prompt: “An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.”
…
Todd had agreed to help you with an upcoming history paper, a surprise to him and you.
You’d like to think you were friends with him, but his reserved nature made it hard to determine whether he actually liked you or simply tolerated your presence.
The study room was empty of other students, the time of day ensured that they would rather be doing something else than stuck inside with homework. Todd was already seated at a table when you arrived, even though you were five minutes early.
“Hey, Todd.”
“Hi.”
Little else is said from that, diving immediately into the work. Writing facts as they came to you before finding a stopping point for Todd to check the work thus far.
“The year was 1878, actually.” Todd says, eyes scanning over the paper in front of him.
You frown, leaning over his shoulder. “Really? I thought my textbook said 1879.”
The aforementioned textbook was to the other side of Todd, your fingers reaching across his arm to grab it. Todd tensed beside you, cheeks blossoming red. Losing focus on your previous action, you look to face Todd only for his lips to brush against yours.
It was a ghost of a touch, hardly there but it sent a shiver down your spine at the prospect. Todd’s eyes shine with a look, wanting…but the words caught in his throat.
You close the distance, firmly placing a kiss on his mouth, one that he slowly reciprocates. Todd pulls away with his eyes half-closed, fingers lighting touching his lips, before he looks at you with a look of awe.
“Wow.”
“Can we do that again?”
And perhaps you did do it again. The afternoon passing with soft kisses, paper forgotten.
