#knox overstreet
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
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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.
Okay so I know that this is a liiiiiiiittle off topic from what I normally post but I wanted to advertise a Dead Poets Society server!!! Pretty new, super duper friendly, we simp for all the characters, and have lots of fun roles lol.
PM me for the link! I do not bite
Hey y’all just so you know the server is popping we all gave ourselves unofficial DPS names based on characters everyone thinks we are like and the interactions are just… *chef’s kiss*
PM IF YOU WANT TO JOIN! WE HAVE SPACE FOR MORE CHARACTERS AS YOU CAN SEE!!! Also we have fun shit to do and we need more people.
PM me if you need the link!
Okay so I know that this is a liiiiiiiittle off topic from what I normally post but I wanted to advertise a Dead Poets Society server!!! Pretty new, super duper friendly, we simp for all the characters, and have lots of fun roles lol.
PM me for the link! I do not bite
“Iꜰ ᴡᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ, Tʜɪɴᴋ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ɪs ᴍᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ.“
— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society
[Text ID: “And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid.” —Franz Kafka]
Credit to thecrimsonwords on IG
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.
charlie: we should just date each other
knox:yeah
knox: but i think we have to date chris too
One Neil Perry in my life is all it takes for me to become a better person. If God is robbing me of that, then sorry, I’m choosing to be the worst.
Deliberately devilish because I’ve been depressingly deprived
where would the dead poets be after welton?
Todd
- “good god, boy, there’s a poet in you after all”
- studies the classics in columbia university
- writes poetry during breaks and on the subway
- thinks to himself “carpe diem” every time he goes to a terror professor’s class
- is part of the over 75% of welton graduates who move onto the ivy league
- drinks wine when having to study core subjects he does not care about
- misses classes way too much
- overanalyzes for poetry classes, almost fails college-level math
- just goes along with how neil wants to spend date night
- he loves suits because he gets to blend into the crowd even if he is the most frightened college student that has ever existed
- his parents buy him ugly suits and he pretends to like them
- studies at the coffee shop until 2 AM, unless neil is studying a role because he joins neil at the diner and withstands the terrible coffee
- exam season breakfast is either nothing, or something while on the subway (he tries to be as discreet as possible)
- constantly forgets where he put his metro card so he keeps buying new ones because he’s almost always late for class
- brings huge bouquets to neil’s performances
- owns lots of shoes but only wears one pair because it’s his most trust-worthy one (feels somewhat comfortable even after hours of walking)
- is comfortable around neil all the time, except for when he’s writing poetry because neil might steal it because he’s done (walt whitman chasing part 2)
- speaks as confidently as possible when called on by a professor but still undergoes stuttering moments once in a while
Neil
- an nyc actor
- his friends invite him to chill at the Paramount Hotel a lot, he only goes because he’s too afraid to tell them he can’t afford it so he just avoids spending money while he’s there
- estranged from his father, who needs a lot of time to accept his career decisions
- goes to the ticket booth in times square for last-minute musical tickets on sale
- still memorizes lines from a midsummer night’s dream
- goes to a small unknown university in the city, just in case acting doesn’t work out
- shares an apartment with todd, the love of his life (todd also pays for the apartment but it’s okay todd doesn’t mind)
- absolutely loves times square in the day but todd hates it so they only go when it’s 4 am and there’s less people
- when todd is stressed, he tends to blurt out musical songs to make todd laugh (”come on babe, why don’t we paint the town?”)
- never learned how to drive
- when the rest of the dead poets visit, they complain about how much neil makes them walk without noticing it (new york means walking ALL THE TIME - meeks hates it)
- is a sucker for breakfast bagels on sunday mornings
- learns roles in the local diner 6 minutes away from their apartment (“hey neil, up for an audition again?”)
- is friends with the diner owner and the coffee shop barista
Knox
- a pre-law student at yale
- “mr. future lawyer”
- he and chris are still together but chris goes to a liberal arts college far away so knox goes on road trips just to see her
- writes a poem for chris every time he visits
- he ADORES the snow in new haven because it reminds him of happy days in vermont
- his favorite places to eat apart from the dining hall are shake shack, taco bell, and the chinese food store beside it
- has a poetry notebook whenever he feels like his soul being sucked into a passionless profession (other people are passionate about it, he just isn’t)
- has a lot of friends but chooses to hang out with pitts a lot because pitts also went to yale, enrolled in a different course (engineering)
- he refuses to wear suits unless required because he is so tired of that welton uniform
- his dad visits him more often because he decided to follow the path he was set out to take
- has a secret dream of writing award-winning poetry
- sits on the grass way too often that upperclassmen give him the stink eye because he tends to play loud romantic songs when he studies
- would die for Insomnia cookies (his favorite cookie shop in the world)
- has a lot of money but doesn’t want to spend it so he drives all the way to the nearest walmart or target to buy things
- eats way too much cupped noodles
- spills coffee on his lecture notes
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you’re todds sister
you meet when you visited todd on his birthday
he sees you and thins you’re beautyful
you’d visit multiple times after that
he’d find his mind drifting towards you every now and then
he’d start writing poems about you
until one day
you find the poems
you’re happy your crush likes you back
he’d walk in
sees his poem in your hands
‘I can explain’
you’d just hug him
you were boyfriend and girlfriend from then on
He’s pretty jealous
he loves you and wants you all to himself
he’ll become like a child wanting attention
Sweet kisses and pecks in public
in private he is way more passionate
the occasional pull onto his lap
Knox loves it cause he thinks it’s romantic
one more thing he also loves:
spooning
swishing between being big and little spoon
he loves it when you wear his shirts
He says ‘I love you’ first
he loves you and isn’t shy about telling you
he makes sure that you know he loves you now and always
part 1part 2part 3 part 5 part 6
I was just zipping up my red A-line dress for my date with Neil when I heard a knock on the door. I get up to open it and see knox: ‘ow, hey.’ I say, forcing a smile.
‘Hey’, Knox pushes past me to walk into the room, ‘I’m going on a date with Chris tonight, I can’t decide which blazer or which tie…’
As he said the last bit, he held both options up. I take a quick look: ‘Black blazer, blue tie.’ I say absentmindedly.
You really don’t notice anything outside of your own bubble do you? I wanted to say but decided against it.
Without giving anything else any more thought, he nodded and made his way back out of the room: ‘okay thanks.’ Suddenly he stops in his tracks and turns his head to me: ‘why so dressed up.’
‘I’m going out’, I say, holding my chin up.
‘hm’, he simply hums, yet his facial expression gives away that he doesn’t like either the outfit or the fact that I am going out instead of solely helping him with his dates. Without a further not he leaves, closing the door behind him. I sit back down on my bed, feeling a little beat down. It doesn’t take long however before I hear another knock on the door. I open it to see Neil’s smiling face, though as he sees me his jaw drops. After a second more, I break the silence: ‘hey, neil. You look great’
‘YOU look beautiful’, he speaks finally, his grins reappearing brightly, I return it.
‘shall we go?’ he grins.
‘yeah’, I nod.
Though I notice he goes to reach for my hand but decides against it, opting instead to rub the back of his neck and mumble a ‘let’s go’ before walking down the hall, with me following closely behind.
He’d led me out of the school and into the small town nearby. He held the door to a comfortable-looking café open for me. He walked in behind me, guiding me towards a small 2-person sofa. An elderly lady wearing an apron comes up to us shortly after: ‘Hello there, dearies, what can I get you both today?’
‘A caramel macchiato for me, please.’
‘And a cappuccino please’, Neil asks with his usual charming smile.
Time skip brought to you by your dearest fanfic author’s charming writer’s block
As it gets later, Neil and I reluctantly leave the café and make our way back to school. On the way there we talk and laugh about anything and everything. As we walk I notice Neil’s hand grazing mine a couple of times. Before I even realized it myself, I slip my hand into Neils. I can feel Neil tense slightly before relaxing and shooting me a smile. His cheeks have become a light shade of pink, but I am sure that, so are mine. As we walk, we maintain eyecontact for just a moment longer before looking back at the road ahead of us.
Then suddenly we stop walking and I notice we’ve reached my dormroom. I let out a short chuckle as I realize this and open the door. I shrug off my coat and hang it up on the hook before turning back to Neil, whose leaning against the doorframe.
‘I had fun today’, I smile.
Neil smiles back at me, ‘Me too’, gently he reaches out to take hold of my hand again, he leans forward to kiss me on the cheek. I feel my cheeks heat up as I turn my head towards him, there we linger for a second before he leans in the rest of the way. The hand that isn’t holding mine gently goes to rest on my cheek. I kiss him back immediately, slowly reaching my hand to rest on his chest, crumbling his vest in my hands. Deepening our kiss, he reaches his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him. I don’t realize we are walking until my back hit my wardrobe, making me gasp and pull him closer, if at all possible. My hands slide up from Neil’s chest to his hair, allowing me to pull on the ends, causing him to groan. After a while, we pulled away for air. I feel my cheeks heat up as I meet Neil’s eyes. He smiles down at me, his own cheeks equally as red: ‘I’m sorry, I think I let myself go.’
‘Don’t worry’, I pant softly, ‘I don’t mind.’
Neil pecks my lips one more time before pulling back: ‘I should head out to my dorm, it’s getting late.’
‘Okay’, I say in a small voice, ‘Goodnight Neil.’
‘Goodnight (Y/N)’, Neil smiles.
part 1part 2 part 4 part 5 part 6
Some time later during that evening Neil and I called a taxi and went back to Wellton. After sneaking back into my room and talking for a while longer, Neil moved to leave for his room.
‘Wait’, I call out suddenly, catching Neil’s attention, ‘can I ask you something?’
‘Anything’, he tells me.
Suddenly feeling nervous, I take a deep breath before asking: ‘What did you mean when you said you’d still be here when I’ve moved on from Knox?’
This question seemed to have caught Neil a bit off guard. He momentarily rubs the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly at me as he answers: ‘I think you know what I meant.’
‘No, I-I don’t think I do.’
Neil lets out a humourless chuckle as he takes hold of my hand, though trying his best to look anywhere but in my eyes. ‘I like you’, he begins, ‘and I never told you because I thought you and Knox would get together eventually. I wanted you to be happy.’
‘Neil…’
‘You don’t have to say anything right now. I’m fine with us being just friends if that’s what you want. I’m not forcing you to think of me in that way. Just… just take your time, alright?’
Only for that last part does he look me in the eye and the look he gives me sends shivers down my spine for reasons unknown to me. All I can do is nod and look at Neil as he walks away. I stand there, frozen, for a few more seconds before I bolt out of my room, intending to catch up to the boy that meant so much to me.
As I enter the hallway I can see him just rounding the corner. My walk turns into a jog as I attempt to catch up with him. It doesn’t take long before I wrap my arms around him from behind, hugging him, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.
I can feel him put his hands on mine, taking hold of them, before turning around to face me.
‘Would you like to get coffee with me sometime?’ I ask, feeling heat building up in my cheeks.
‘Yeah’, he accepts, offering me one of his bright, sweet smiles.
‘it’s a date’, I say, tiptoeing to give him a kiss on the cheek. However, the height difference between us was bigger that I’d anticipated, and I ended up kissing very much near his jaw. My cheeks heat up even more when I hear Neil inhale sharply.
‘Sorry’, I mumble, not really looking at him.
‘Don’t worry about it’, Neil smirks, softly lifting his hand to stroke my cheek. I feel myself leaning into the touch, ‘goodnight Harley’, he mumbles, before leaning down and kissing my forehead.
‘Goodnight, Neil.’ I manage, barely above a whisper.
thank you knox overstreet for being a creep so i can use you as an example in my male gaze essay <3
aint shit hot about them bitches but that
pussy that they share
modern!knox overstreet & charlie dalton both wore neon nike in middle school, i don’t take criticism
i fr hope no one else has done this, imma be so embarrassed
dead poets society is quite literally a work of art. it’s so perfect i love it so much.
