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cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 months

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OMG THANKYOU FOR THE ANDERPERRY CONTENT <3333

could you perhaps. write some knox/charlie with trans ftm charlie :00

Eeeeeeeeh of course!! Anything for you, Nic ♥️

Knarlie Headcanons ~Knox Overstreet xTrans!ftm!Charlie Dalton

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Warnings: fluff, little angst, teasing, jealousy, mentions of spanking, crying, comforting, etc.

Enjoy (:

Charlie has real fierce, feminine like jealousy streaks. They’re less now that he’s on T and has transitioned, but ever now and then, they come out.

Like when Knox fell for Chris, Charlie went berserk… He was so jealous and possessive over Knox. He did everything he could to show everybody, especially Chris, that Knox was his.

But besides that, Charlie is pretty laid back and chill.

Now Knox however, never likes the fact that Charlie and Neil once did it being brought up. Ever. And once Charlie realized that, he actively stopped teasing Knox about it.

Charlie for the most part is the confident outgoing, more chaotic of the two. Knox follows Charlie’s lead.

But every once in a while, Charlie will get spells of insecurity and sadness (especially when he’s deadnamed or reminded of his old self too much, or it’s his time of the month)…

But Knox is always there for Charlie. He’s always there to comfort the other boy. It’s really very sweet.

Charlie will be sobbing uncontrollably in his dorm, Cameron will have gotten so annoyed that he stormed off somewhere else. And Knox would find Charlie curled up in a ball on his bed. Knox would come over to Charlie and just hold him. Charlie would curl into Knox’s lap and continue to cry.

But neither of the two would ever admit that to the rest of the boys. And they made Cameron so uncomfortable about it, that he didn’t dare speak a word about it.

When things aren’t turbulent and emotional, the two love to tease the hell out of each other.

Knox gave Charlie so much shit about his spanking punishment. For weeks. Made Charlie blush all the time.

Charlie gave Knox such a hard time after Knox got over Chris, and came back to Charlie.

But it’s all with good intentions, both boys would stop the teasing, the second they thought the other couldn’t handle it.

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Knarlie Masterlist ~Coming Soon (;

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73647e · 1 year

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neil walking in on charlie and knox: oh how the turn tables have turned

#my posts #dead poets society #dps #dead poets #neil perry #knox overstreet #charlie dalton #knox x charlie #what is their ship name #knarlie #overton #genuinely struggling

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augiewrites · 5 months

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"secret admirer" - dead poets society

summary: y/n receives yet another profession of love under their door—too bad the hallway is always empty when they open the door

pairing: anonymous!dead poet x gender neutral reader

word count: 591

i am back two years and one english degree later to write a fic that no one asked for! now that's what i call self care!

part two

Winter proved the student body of Welton wrong when they thought the school couldn't get any more dull. The cold can be cruel like that.

Just like the winter stripped the North of all life, Welton stripped it's students of all identity. In a place where boot licking is the norm and conformity is the goal—Y/N's only retreat was the 200 square foot box they called home for ten months of the year. The only place anyone in Welton was allowed to be themself.

That was exactly where Y/N and their roommate—Quinn—found themselves on a particularly cold Sunday morning.

Y/N sighed and looked from their homework over to Quinn, who had yet to get out of bed, "Do you know that guy that's like...scary good at latin? What's his name? Minks?"

"Hmm," Quinn hummed, wrapping the blanket closer to their body, "the ginger kid? Always hanging out with that tall dude?"

"Yeah, him," a pause and yet another sigh from Y/N, "I think I need a tutor if I want to keep an A this semester. I—"

Suddenly an envelope skidded under the door and across the floor. Rapid footsteps followed soon after and Y/N could hear a door slamming further down the wing.

Quinn rolled their eyes, "God. Not another one."

Y/N just shot them a look and picked up the envelope—one of many addressed to them and left unsigned.

"You wouldn't be rolling your eyes if you were the one with a secret admirer."

"You wouldn't be rolling your eyes if you were the one with a secret admirer mehmheh blah," Quinn mocked in a high tone, "Yeah. If they were for me, they'd be romantic. For you? Prepare to be murdered."

"Shut up."

Y/N opened the letter and dove in. Their heart was beating much faster than they would like to admit.

Lovely Y/N,

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

I couldn't help but think of you when Keating had us reciting Lord Byron's work last week. The sun was so bright for a dreary winter day, and the rays illuminating from the window painted an image of heaven around your silhouette. You looked so lovely, I could barely register Byron's words.

I would happily go toward the light if I knew you were waiting for me within it.

Sincerely,

Yours.

Y/N could feel Quinn's eyes on them as their cheeks burst into a rosy flame.

"He's in my English class."

Quinn gasped, "Finally! We have a lead!"

"Quinn, I really don't want to play detective on this...what if I think it's the wrong person and make a fool of myself? I think I would have to drop out. Die, even."

But Quinn kept rambling on, completely ignoring their roommate's apprehension, "it's too bad I'm not smart enough for AP English—I would for sure be able to catch that creep staring you down. You're so oblivious. He could be telling you all these things to your face and you would doubt that he's into you."

"I'm not that oblivious, Quinn."

"Oh, please," Quinn exclaimed, "you're so romantically challenged! This guy has been right under your nose and you don't have a single clue!"

Y/N scoffed and returned to their homework.

"Whatever you say, Quinn. We're just going to have to wait and see."

~~~

a/n: who could it possibly be?? 🤯

part two

#dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #dps #dps boys #dps fanfiction #todd anderson #neil perry #steven meeks #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #todd anderson x reader #neil perry x reader #steven meeks x reader #gerard pitts x reader #charlie dalton x reader #knox overstreet x reader #dps x reader

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angelbowerz · 5 months

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Being the only girl at Welton Academy/your first day

Movie- Dead poets society

Summary- it's your first day at Welton academy and you get taken in by the dead poets♡

-you started a few days into the semester and you basically spent your first day getting introduced to the school (no classes)

-you'll get a teachers room as your own dorm (with an en suite) because you obviously can't be sharing a bedroom and the showers with boys😭

-when the boys saw you walking to your dorm..their jaws DROPPED

-Cameron was the only one who disagreed with the idea

"This is called an all boys school for a reason🙄"

-when their classes ended for lunch, they were all hovering over your door until someone had the courage to knock on the door (cough cough Mr Charlie Dalton cough cough)

-when you open the door he gives *that smirk* and says "hello there pretty lady, need any help with anything?😏"

-all the others was just gawping, too scared to say anything

-After you finish packing, you go to Mr Nolan's office to find out what extra circular activities you get

-he gives VERY strict rules of no dating..blah blah blah

-then he says you're getting a tour from his 'best student'..more like favourite student

-and who walks through the door? Do I really need to answer that?

-OF COURSE IT'S RICHARD CAMERON

-the most awkward tour...mainly because

A. He doesn't want you at the school

And

B. He spends the whole time actually talking about the school (no small talk)

-At the end if the tour, Charlie finds you and says

"Ohhh it's the pretty lady...well hey, why don't you come meet my friends? ;)"

-the whole time you're sitting with the dead poets at dinner

Charlie just flirts with you

Todd is too shy to say more than 3 words

Cameron either talks about lessons and shades you until Charlie shuts him up

Meeks just watches you in awe and giggles the whole time

Pitts just blurts out random nonsense then just awkwardly laughs afterwards

Knox just talks about Chris

Neil is the sweetest one who generally keeps a conversation without flirting the whole time (cough cough charlie once again)

-Charlie invites you along to a dead poet meeting and Cameron just says

"Guys, do we really need MORE members"

-Charlie just puts him in his place (as per usual)

-anyway...later that night ya'll sneak out to the cave

-you sit (forced) next to Charlie

"I'll protect you pretty lady ;)"

-Meeks+Pitts still watches you in awe the whole time

"Your hair just looks so...amazing"

"Yeahhh...amazing"

*giggles*

-Neil and Cameron are the only ones who actually reads from the book

-Charlie does some overdramatic performance just to impress you

-Todd rarely speaks but sometimes smiles at you (cutiepie)

-what does knox do? Oh I wonder...TALKS ABOUT CHRIS THE WHOLE TIME!!!

-After they notice you getting sleepy ya'll sneak back into the school

-then you all go back to your dorms and fall asleep

#dead poets society #dead poets #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #gerard pitts #steven meeks #stephen meeks #charlie dalton #richard cameron #todd x neil #neil perry x reader #todd anderson x reader #gerard pitts x reader #steven meeks x reader #charlie dalton x reader #knox overstreet

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achillyscomedown · 7 months

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gonna spend years going to uni for acting so i can become super famous and be put in a movie with ethan hawke just so i can ask him if he thinks neil and todd were gay

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readbyred · 4 months

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may i request how the dps boys would react to realising they have a severe crush on a, preferably shy, reader! tysm <\3

Oh, I've been waiting for dps requests! Sorry for my late replies everybody, I got demotivated again because tumblr deleted a few of my x reader posts (and a few others). But I'll try to not let that happen again if I can even help it

I think Knox would have such a silly time trying to approach you. Because we all know he’s awkward, but determined at best and, well… pushy at worst. I'm trying to go with the version I saw in a play, because thankfully they cut out the party scene which means he’s still delightfully insufferable but not awful. Anyways, he would jump on every occasion to talk to you. And then just. Stand there. He’d try to give you flowers and poems, everything really. But he loses brain cells every time he’s around you. At least you’re both equally stressed about social interactions. He gets a little braver when you give him a smile or any other sign you like him. Not less awkward, but a bit more motivated to go for it. His main problem is that he can't read you well and despite being big on feelings and all, he still has a hard time actually talking to you. Clumsily, he showers you with over the top things, that most would find cringey but you think of as endearing. And if he thinks there's a chance he’ll lose you, he’ll confess right away. I think he is brave and pretty open about feelings. Just stressed out

With Neil, it's not an issue at all that you're shy. He’s more so taken aback by his own strong feelings. Because he wasn't expecting to fall this hard. But give him like five work days to process and he’ll be all in. I feel like he would take his time to confess but he’d make it known that he cares about you. He’d be checking up on you every time he can, bringing you coffee, asking to practice lines together, go to the movies in town. Even before you two start dating you just wake up and half of his sweatshirts are in your drawer (he likes to borrow you his clothes if you’re cold) and your desk is littered with poems he shared with you. He’s a gentle lover, but he knows what he wants and when the time is right Neil has no problem confessing

It's much funnier with Cameron because this boy is in panic mode 24/7. At first he legit thought he was sick because he always felt dizzy and distracted around you. And he’s a traditionalist. Everything has to be perfect when you’re around. Like he beats himself up about every little mistake he made around you. But also makes a point to treat you RIGHT. If you’re shy he might not know how to approach you at first, because he’s not sure if you’re even interested. And how to make you like him. After much teasing (mainly from Charlie, of course) he gets fed up with his friends and decides to make a move. It might not be the most romantic when he does, but it's sweet and genuine

Another one that would take time to confess is Meeks. He’s pretty quick to accept that he’s crushing on you. He’s like, yeah obviously they are amazing, now what do I do with that? He tries to give you things. Small things. Like maybe he could borrow you a book that you’ve wanted to read for a long time of buy you a coffee/tea if you’re out in the town. He doesn't explicitly say that he liked you but it's easy to tell and he’s not one to be shy about it either. So when you guys do get together, you already know his more… romantic side

On the contrary, Charlie takes time to process his feelings. He had crushes before, but real feelings (strong ones at that) aren't the norm for him. Sometimes he catches himself losing his cool around you and it messes with him so bad. He would probably ask Knox for advice. Which is a bad move. But he figures that at least his friend is more familiar with having those sorts of feelings. Nothing much comes of it because I can't imagine Knox giving him any good advice on the subject, but after he was able to talk about liking you, he decides to just go for it. Well, in small steps. Primarily because he’s just not an intense guy, but also because he’s surprisingly mature when it comes to respecting your levels of comfort. Doesn't mean it gets boring though, it's Charlie we’re talking about. Once you get together there's not a one dull moment with him by your side

With Todd, it might be difficult at first. He’s overwhelmed by fis feelings and has a tendency to talk himself out of making any sorts of moves. Why would you like somebody like him? He tells himself he doesn't have a chance, surely. It only confirms his suspicions when you don't take initiative. It's only after he’s been moping around for a few days that Neil approaches him about it and proceeds to give him shit for not doing anything to let you know his feelings. He’s like, bro, so you care about them so much that you’d rather not have them in your life because you want them in your life so much??? Make it make sense. So with Neil's encouragement, he tries to at least talk to you and see where it goes from there. Still shocked when you end up returning his feelings. You’re in his poems now, even if it's not very obvious (he's not as straightforward as Knox, so it's not ‘i love (yn) and I want them to be mine’ kind of deal). This is the only one where I'm sure you might have to make some sort of a move. Todd’s like a spider - he’s more scared than you are and if he could, he would just silently hang out in the corner of the room you’re in. But he gets a little braver after he starts feeling more secure

Lastly, Pitts is not as bad as Todd, but still takes his time. He’s comfortable with liking you and he knows what he likes, but he’s not in any rush to make things official. So any time he has any chance to talk to you, he does and just wants to see how things go from there. He jokes around with you, asks to come study together, tries to be close. He does care, just in a more chill way than some of the other poets would. If you two have been talking for some time, he would have no problem asking you to go out with him, doesn't make you feel pressured or anything. If the others are cool with it he will do his best to have you come to their meetings at night as well. So you do not only get an awesome boyfriend out of it, but also a great friend group

#dps #dps x reader #charlie dalton x reader #knox overstreet x reader #neil perry x reader #todd anderson x reader #gerard pitts x reader #steven meeks x reader #richard cameron x reader

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unhappycylinder · 8 months

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Sonorous (Charlie Dalton x fem!Overstreet reader)

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: While dropping your brother off for his 3rd year at Welton, one of his best friends catches your eye.

Warnings: Drinking (you know I had to include Chet’s party), slight violence, kissing

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“Tradition, Honor, Discipline, Excellence,” the booming voices of hundreds of Welton Academy pupils and alumni rang out through the small chapel. Mr. Nolan stood at the front, aged hands resting on the sides of the lectern, Welton’s crest displayed proudly across the front. This was your third year attending a Welton introduction ceremony, your third year sitting in the uncomfortably ancient pews with your parents while your brother and his peers were welcomed with watchful arms into the halls of America’s finest preparatory school.

Knox had found his seat next to you after leading the ceremony with the banners which represented the four pillars. His suit, which your parents had purchased for him at the beginning of his freshman year at Welton, was now ever so slightly too tight on his young adult frame. The seams squeezed at his shoulders, the leg of the pants threatened to expose the top of his socks as he sat, and the button in the front took just a little more effort to close. Examining your brother it finally hit you that he was growing up, and so were you.

Knox and you had always been close, especially as children before your parents sent him away to Welton, and you to Henley Hall. Now, seeing him all grown up, the body of a man replacing that of the boy you once knew, you realized that your time with him was limited, that your childhood was coming to an end.

Seemingly sensing your anxiety, Knox turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a sympathetic gaze.

“You okay, Overstreet?” he whispered, mouth curling up into a smile as he called you by your last name.

“Never been better, Overstreet,” you feigned a smile. Knox merely rolled his eyes, his hair falling in front of his forehead as he turned his attention back to Nolan. You watched him, catching him stop and giggle at something, or rather someone, before he could return his attention to Nolan. Curious, you leaned in front of your brother, tracking his gaze to a boy sitting several rows up from you, turned around with a giddy smile flashing across his face.

His hair was dark blonde like Knox’s and his cheeks rounded into rosy apples when he smiled, his eyes full of mischief and wonder. As you scanned his face, his eyes dropped from Knox’s to yours, his already rosy cheeks flushing an even deeper crimson. Flashing quickly between you both, you could see it click in his brain that you were Knox’s sister, his eyes widening at the realization. In a move that you would learn was characteristic of the boy, his eyes locked with yours again, giving you a quick wink before turning back around to Nolan.

You blushed…you blushed hard. Knox gave you no reaction, seemingly having shifted his attention back to Nolan before your interaction with the boy concluded. Fixing you hair and settling back into your seat between Knox and your parents, you tried your best to pay attention to the presentation at the altar, your mind refusing to acknowledge anything other than the boy on the other side of the room.

–

“Wonderful service Mr. Nolan,” your father greeted the principal at the door.

“Ah thank you Mr. Overstreet. Knox is one of our brightest, we look forward to another impressive year from him,” he gestured to your brother, who was standing directly behind you.

“Thank you sir,” your father and brother said in unison, eliciting a chuckle from your mother.

With a nod, the four of you said your goodbyes to Nolan and left the chapel.

“Knox, y/n, we’ll pull the car around so you can grab your things,” your mother said, following your father towards the parking lot just outside of campus.

“Alright we’ll be here,” Knox answered, turning to you.

“Another year at Hell-ton, you must be thrilled,” you teased, bumping your shoulder into your brother’s arm.

“Unimaginably,” he retorted, eyes scanning the fields around the chapel where hundreds of families were hugging their boys’ goodbye.

“Ah,” was all Knox said before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking towards one of the fields.

“Oh?” you asked, beginning to walk behind him, “Okay?”

Your brother turned around to face you as he walked backwards toward a group of men chatting in the field, “my friends. You met Neil last year I’m pretty sure, but I don’t think you’ve met anyone else”

“No I don’t think I have,” you responded, keeping pace with your brother as he turned around and briskly walked toward the group. You were about to speak up before the nasaly voice of one of the men cut through the air

“Knoxious!” You winced at the nickname, chuckling to yourself as you and your brother finally reached the group of boys.

“Dalton,” Knox said, walking through the group to embrace the shorter man who had winked at you earlier. You stood a few steps behind your brother, glancing between the five men. The tallest of them, a rather thin man with hair that stood up in an almost militant fashion, and a shorter ginger man next to him stared at you mouth agape. You broke the tension with a small wave, which the shorter one reciprocated, lifting his hand ever so slightly.

“So this your girlfriend, Knox?” The boy from the chapel asked, sauntering over to you with his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“Ew Charlie no, that’s my sister,” Knox responded, turning to face his friend who was now mere feet from where you stood.

“Sister, huh? I never would have guessed,” Charlie said, staring you directly in the eyes, “you see she’s good looking and you’re-”

“Alright alright,” Knox said, stepping closer to you two.

“Charlie Dalton,” the boy said, extending a hand to you, making you blush again. This time he absolutely noticed, as a smirk threatened to spread across his face at the sight of it.

You collected yourself, “Y/n Overstreet,” you replied, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake.

“Her handshake is stronger than yours, Knox,” Charlie joked, turning around to face your brother, who was rolling his eyes.

“That’s enough Dalton,” Knox said, stepping towards you and gesturing for you to come closer to the rest of the group. Charlie let go of your hand and turned to face the group with you, his shoulder so close to yours that it threatened to brush against you as your brother introduced you to the rest of the group.

“So thats Neil, who you already know,” Neil offered you a gentle smile and wave, which you returned, “and thats Pitts and Meeks,” he said while pointing to the tall man and the ginger, both of whom still stood with their mouths agape…

“Shape up boys, say hello to the lady,” Charlie quipped, snapping the pair back to reality. They both blushed before timidly waving, turning away to gossip amongst themselves, you couldn’t help but laugh.

Knox pointed to the last boy, a shorter blonde kid who was obviously new to the group, as he avoided talking to any of them, let alone you.

“This is my roommate, Todd Anderson,” Neil chimed in, patting the shoulder of the boy next to him, who looked up briefly before turning away again.

“Anyway fellas, this is my sister Y/n, she goes to Henley”

“Oh good school,” Pitts spoke up with a smile

“Yeah…” you replied awkwardly. Meeks smacked Pitts with his shoulder, making the taller boy wince.

“Pittsie here has never seen a woman before,” Charlie joked, “that’s why he doesn’t know how to talk to them. I on the other hand-”

“No Dalton,” Knox proclaimed, “not my sister, she’s off limits”

You giggled at Knox, “16 years and I’ve never once seen you be protective of me, Knox, what’s gotten into you?”

“Y/n there’s some sort of unspoken rule that your friends are never supposed to flirt with your sister, which Dalton doesn’t seem to be aware of,” Knox replied, locking eyes with his friend who stood against your opposite shoulder

“What, what?” Charlie asked breathily, shrugging his shoulders, “who says there’s any flirting going on here?” He asked before swinging an arm over you, pulling you closer to him.

Pitts and Meeks ooh’d at Charlie, spurring him on. You looked to your right, locking eyes with the boy as he pulled you in closer. Smiling up at him, you giggled as he shot you another wink, sending butterflies through your stomach.

“Charlie I swear to God-” Knox began before he was cut off from a voice behind you.

“Overstreets!” Your father’s brash voice rang out from their parked car no more than 100 feet from you, “Come get your things Knox!”

“You got lucky this time, Dalton,” your brother said, pointing a finger at his friend before marching off towards your parent’s car.

“Its a shame you’re off limits,” Charlie said while removing his arm from you and shoving his hand back in his pocket, “I was gonna say I’d sure like to do this again sometime”

“What, taunt my brother in front of all your friends?” You smirked at him, “who says I wouldn’t want to do the same?”

Charlie smiled at you, nibbling his bottom lip between his teeth. He simply nodded at you as you jogged away after your brother. Cheers from the other boys could be heard from behind you as you ran. Turning around, you caught sight of the four other boys shaking Charlie’s shoulders and teasing him while he just smirked at you, eyes never leaving you as you followed your brother.

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“So you’re telling me the plan is to sneak into your brother’s party…which is in your own house?” You asked Ginny, turning around from the vanity where you had been applying your makeup.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” Ginny shrugged

“Oh god, Ginny, this is gonna be a night for the books,” you chuckled as you turned back to your friend’s mirror.

“So what about this Charlie boy?” Ginny squeaked, a taunting tone in her voice letting you know she knew of your crush on your brother’s friend

“How do you know anything about Charlie?” you stared at the mirror, it was your best attempt at maintaining a poker face while your best friend interrogated you

“Y/n, last year you hardly ever called Knox when he was at school. And now you guys are on the phone like everyday, and you always ask him how Charlie is. You don’t expect me, your best friend, to wonder who the guy you’re always asking about is?”

“I’m not always asking about him, Ginny, I just thought maybe I should take a greater interest in my brother’s social life…that’s all”

“Oh what a load of bull!”

“Ginny!” You squealed, still looking at the mirror.

“You know I’m right! Cause if I wasn’t, you wouldn’t still be facing away from me trying to hide your blush!” She exclaimed. Embarrassed, you turned around, hands covering your face.

“I don’t know what blush you’re talking about,” the muffled words sounded from behind your hands. Erupting in a fit of laughter, you moved from the vanity seat to the floor where Ginny was sitting, giggling with your best friend as you daydreamed about the boy you had met only once before.

–

Hey Little Girl was blaring on the speakers in Ginny’s living room; the party was now in full swing and you and Ginny were both fairly certain that nobody would notice if you slipped downstairs to enjoy the antics. As you exited her room and made your way down the stairs into the kitchen, the last thing you expected to see was your very own brother, Knox Overstreet, slumped against the counter taking shots with Chet Danburry’s teammates.

“Shit!” You whispered, flipping around the kitchen wall and turning to Ginny.

“What? What? What is it?”

“Knox is here, did you know he was gonna be here?”

“Knox?” Ginny asked, leaning in front of you to peek her head around the corner.

“For God’s sake Ginny don’t look!”

Ginny slammed her back against the wall next to you, “damn it really is him!”

“Why on earth would Chet invite my brother to a party? How does he even know him?”

A lightbulb must have gone off in Ginny’s head, because she turned to you with bright eyes and exclaimed, “he came over for dinner a couple weeks ago! I heard him talking to Chris, uhhh and they seemed to hit it off…so maybe she invited him?”

“Chris? Like Chet’s girlfriend Chris?” You exclaimed. Ginny only nodded, a smirk flashing across her face, “oh Knox!”

Keeping a watchful eye on your brother the entire night, you and Ginny worked your way around the party, flirting with the boys who clung to the walls and chatting with the girls you had known in elementary and middle school. Whenever Chet and Knox were both clear of the kitchen, you would sneak in and snatch drinks for you and Ginny, giggling as if you were the only ones breaking rules that night.

After what felt like hours of mingling, flirting, drinking, and playing the game of avoiding your older brothers, the roar of the party had finally died down and you and your best friend found yourselves propped up on the kitchen counter watching the stragglers mingle in the living room. The football team had congregated around the bar, still taking shots and cheering for Chet whenever he did something mildly average, and the rest of the partygoers were scattered around the coffee table and the many chairs and couches which surrounded it. Your buzz was beginning to wear off as you found yourself scanning the living room for your brother, who you quickly realized you had not checked up on in at least half an hour. Next to you Ginny was nursing a crystal glass of gin, her eyes locked on the ripples it made when she shook the vessel. She was out.

A panic starting to settle in, you turned to the window behind you and peered through the curtains in case your brother had ended up outside somehow. Just as you glanced through the glass you heard commotion behind you.

“...Sander’s brother! And he’s feeling up your girl!” One of the footballers said, drawing your attention to the large group of athletes who now stood facing the couch behind them. Suddenly, Chet launched forward toward the couch, his arms raising as if he was about to punch someone. You launched yourself off the counter, taking a few steps across the kitchen to watch the situation unfold. As Chet began throwing punches at someone next to the couch, you noticed his girlfriend, Chris, sleepily standing up next to him.

“Chet, stop!” She screamed as soon as she was awake enough to realize what was happening. Her screams spurred you to move closer, a decision which would reveal that the victim of Chet’s brutal swings was your very own brother.

“Knox oh my god!” You screamed, jumping over the couch and grabbing onto Chet’s jacket, pulling him off of your brother.

“Chet stop you’ll hurt him!” Chris squealed, grabbing onto her boyfriend’s shoulder as he stood up.

You crouched down to your brother, cradling his head in your hands as you examined his wounds.

“Next time I see you, you die,” Chet threatened, holding onto Chris like she was nothing more than an object.

“Why don’t you fuck off Chet,” you responded, making the men around him chuckle.

“Oh yeah? That the type of man you are, Overstreet? Your little sister’s gotta finish your fights for you?”

“Leave him the hell alone,” you stood up to face him, “and next time, maybe don’t let your girlfriend black out alone on a couch.”

Chet scoffed and led Chris away, her muttering gently apologies to Knox as she walked away.

“Y/n?” Knox questioned faintly, you turned around to join your brother on the ground once again, “What are you doing here? How’d you get here?”

“I’m here with Ginny, Knox,” you lifted up his hair to look at a bruise that was now forming on his temple, your heart breaking for your poor brother, “we’re gonna get you back to Welton okay?”

“Thanks,” he said quietly, “for sticking up for me y’a know, Charlie was right about you,” he slurred his words lightly as his eyes grew tired.

“Charlie?” You questioned, “he was right about what?”

“He won’t shut up about how you probably beat my ass,” he laughed, his eyes now fully closed.

“Charlie…” you wondered out loud.

–

“Welton Academy, hello.” The tired voice of an old man spoke on the other side of the line.

Clearing your throat and shooting a quick glance to Ginny, who was sobering up as she sat next to you in her father’s office. Putting on your most mature voice you responded.

“Good evening sir, I apologize for calling you so late but I was wondering if I could have a word with Mr. Charles Dalton?”

“Ah…Dalton. Well you see its after hours and the boys are all asleep right now…if you call back in the morning–”

“It’s urgent sir,” you feigned seriousness, “I’m his mother you see, and I’m afraid there’s been a um…”

Ginny smiled up at you, shrugging her shoulders.

“An incident, yes, in the family. And um, well, Charles must hear about it immediately.”

“Might I relay the message to him?”

“I’m sorry sir, but it’s quite sensitive and I feel as if I should deliver it myself,” you nodded your head, Ginny bit her hand to prevent her laughter.

The phone laid silent for a few painstaking minutes as you paced around Mr. Danburry’s desk, you and Ginny spiraling over how to get Knox back to Welton without causing a scene.

“Mom?” Charlie’s nasaly voice echoed on the other line, lacking the same sleepy tone as the older man.

“Charlie!” You practically squealed.

“Huh?” Charlie sounded perplexed over the phone, “wait, Y/n?”

“You recognize my voice?” You asked, butterflies filling your stomach.

“Well of course I did, how could I forget the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard,” you could sense his smirk through the phone.

Ginny cleared her throat, turning your attention to her, snapping your awareness back to the issue at hand.

“Oh right, um, Charlie,” your voice grew serious again, “I need your help.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said seriously, concern growing in his voice, “what’s wrong, what can I do?”

“I’m at the Danburry’s and um Knox is here”

“Okay,” he chuckled, “what’s the problem with that?”

“Well, you see, Chet sorta attacked him and…well…he’s not doing too hot and I don’t know how to get him back to Welton”

“Oh shit,” he squeaked on the other line, “is he doing okay?”

“Yeah I mean Chet beat his ass but-” Ginny grabbed the phone from your hand, “but then Y/n grabbed him by the collar and put him in his damn place,” she practically screamed into the receiver.

“Atta girl, Overstreet!” Charlie cheered for you, making you blush as you returned the phone back to your ear.

“Anyway Charlie, can you help?”

–

“Okay and then just a left up here,” Charlie whispered, groaning as he supported half the weight of your brother. You had decided the best way to get Knox back to his room was to just carry him, you and Charlie each hoisting one of his arms over your shoulders. Knox began to groan as you reached the top of the stairs,

“Knox shhhh,” you said quietly, trying your best not to wake any of the pupils, or God forbid the teachers, who lived in this hall.

Charlie chuckled at you both, turning the corner and gently opening the door to Knox’s room. His roommate was sound asleep in his bed, and you and Charlie made quick work of laying your brother down, removing his shoes and jacket, and tucking him into his bed.

“Sleep good darling,” Charlie joked, placing a gentle kiss on your brother’s forehead.

You and Charlie exited Knox’s room, closing the door as quietly as you could as you giggled to yourselves.

“Thank you so much,” you whispered

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Charlie said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “let me…let me walk you home”

“Oh no its okay, really,” you blushed, “I mean you live right here,” you pointed to his room.

“Y/n you’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk back to Henley Hall by yourself”

“Charlie I’ll be fine”

“Dead poets honor, I’m walking with you,” he said sternly, taking a step closer to you.

“I don’t know what that means, but yes sir,” you nodded, eyes locking with Charlie’s as you two stood no more than a foot from each other in the dark hall for a secon longer than normal. Charlie’s gaze dropped to your lips, his pupils growing darker as he examined them. Your heart beat picked up, and so did your breathing, as your eyes scanned his face, your mind racing with curiosity.

Just as Charlie’s eyes began to close and his face approached yours, a door handle rattled behind him, snapping you both to attention.

“Shit we gotta go,” Charlie whispered, his hand snaking around your waist to spin you around and usher you around the corner and down the stairs.

Once outside you felt a weight leave your shoulders as you and Charlie heaved a sigh of relief. During your escape his hand had traveled from your waist to your hand, his calloused fingers interlaced with yours. Slumped against a tree outside Welton’s gate, you and the boy giggled as you relived the details of your narrow escape from the all-boys school.

“Come on,” Charlie tugged at your hand, standing up from the tree, “lets get you home.”

You used his hand to help pull you away from the tree. As you began walking he threatened to unlace his fingers from yours, but you strengthened your grip, shooting him a quick glance which rested somewhere between pleading and commanding. Charlie simply responded with a simple smirk and the relaxing of his hand into yours as you walked down the empty road.

“So…” Charlie began, “what were you doing at Chet Danburry’s party?” You could sense a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“Oh you know, flirting with football players, taking shots, playing strip poker…” you joked, Charlie’s eyes widened as his cheeks blushed, you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Oh really now?” Charlie quipped back, his hand swinging yours, “I wouldn’t suppose football players would be your type then, would they?”

“Most definitely not Mr. Dalton, how dare you suggest such a thing,” you tauntingly reprimanded him.

“Then what would be your type?” Charlie smirked to himself, your hands now swinging quicker between the two of you.

“Hmmmm let’s see,” you pretended to ponder, “I’m particularly fond of boys who go to a certain private boarding school in Vermont…Welton? You may have heard of it,” you joked.

“Oh yes, very prestigious institution,” Charlie retorted.

“And within that category, I must say I’m rather partial to a Welton man who is funny, outgoing, never follows the dress code, has a reputation as a rule breaker,” you sighed, “definitely someone who would help me carry my idiot of a brother back home after getting his ass kicked. Oh, and absolutely someone who would walk me home after helping said brother home,” you scanned the forest to the side of the road, “and I like light brown hair too”

Charlie stopped walking, his hand ceasing to swing with yours. Before you could even process the confusion, the boy who had occupied every single one of your thoughts for the past month was suddenly directly in front of you, his free hand firmly grasping the side of your face as his lips crashed into yours feverishly. His hand let go of yours and slipped around the back of your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as his tongue worked to part your lips and let him inside. Your heart raced as you kissed him back, closing your eyes and sliding your hands up around his neck. You played with the hair on the back of his head as you pulled him closer to you, deepening the kiss even more. As suddenly as it began, your feverish makeout session with Charlie Dalton ended.

“I’ve been dreaming about doing that for so long Y/n, you have no idea”

“Trust me Charlie,” you said breathlessly, “I do.”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, placing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

“We can never tell Knox about this,” he whispered.

“Nope, never,” you said into his shoulder

–

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” Meeks joked as Knox groggily walked into Mr. Keating’s classroom. He was obviously hungover and entirely drained after last night. As he walked by Charlie’s desk in the back corner, his friend grabbed his shirt sleeve and pulled him back.

“Hey, you okay?” Charlie asked him, genuinely worried about the state of one of his best friends.

“My head hurts like a bitch and I have no idea how I got home…but yeah I’m okay,” Knox palpated the scab forming under his hair.

“Don’t worry your pretty head Knoxious, we made sure you got home safe,” Charlie slapped his friend on the back.

“We? Oh god how many of you guys were there?” Knox sighed, glancing around the room at all his friends, “and how did you know I was there? I snuck out, didn’t tell any of you where I was going”

“This is the first I’m hearing of it,” Neil said without looking up from his books

“I can tell you for certain I was sound asleep in my bed,” Meeks responded

“Me either,” Pitts chimed in,

As Knox’s attention of the group turned to Todd, the final member of the group, Charlie bagan to panic.

As Todd stuttered, Charlie spoke up, “Y/n.”

“Y/n?” Knox looked back at him, confused.

“She called me, man,” Charlie held his hands up innocently, “told me she didn’t know what to do, so I helped her out.”

“Dalton I told you not to mess with my sister,” Knox rubbed his temple.

“We saved your damn life, Knox. She innocently asked for my help, and I’m a gentleman, so I obliged,” Charlie smirked.

“God dammit Charlie, you can’t date my sister,”

“Who said anything about dating?”

“Charlie, she likes you, everybody knows that. But she’s off limits–”

“Take your seats, gentlemen,” Mr. Keating projected as he waltzed into the room, slamming his poetry book down on his desk, turning to face his students, “Mr. Overstreet, Mr. Dalton, everything alright?”

“Yes captain,” both boys said begrudgingly, Knox taking his seat in front of Charlie.

–

As the Dead Poets walked down the hallway past the main office, Mr. Nolan opened the door abruptly, “boys. I have a call for you.”

“For me?” Knox questioned, pointing to himself, but Nolan was already in the office. Shrugging, all six boys entered the office, crowding around the small phone on Nolan’s desk. Mr. Nolan gave them a knowing look before closing his office door behind them.

“Hello?” Knox asked into the phone.

“Knox?” You questioned, confused as to why your brother and not the boy you asked for was on the other end.

“Y/n?” Knox covered the phone as he turned to the other boys, “its Y/n”

“Yeah we gathered that much,” Meeks retorted

Knox rolled his eyes at him before uncovering the phone, “why are you calling? Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah no everything’s fine, I was um,” you panicked, not wanting to expose your intentions, “I um just wanted to check in with you….how are you?”

“Check in with me?” Knox questioned, once again glancing around to the boys.

“Here, give it to me,” Charlie muttered, grabbing the phone out of your brother’s hands, “he’s keen…how are you Miss Overstreet?”

You squealed his name over the phone, making Charlie move the phone away from his ear as the other boys all turned their attention to Knox who was fuming.

“Who all is there?” You asked

“Oh you know, just everybody,” Charlie laughed, blushing as he played with the phone cable

“Dear god, why?”

“Nolan didn’t exactly specify who you were calling for so we uh, we all just filed in…who are you calling for?”

You whispered, not wanting everyone to hear, “you of course, but Knox can’t know that.”

With a nod, Charlie covered the phone, handing it to Knox, “she’s calling for you, wants to know if you think your parents would let her try out for a play”

“A play?” Knox questioned, “Y/n since when have you been into acting?” your brother asked, grabbing the phone from Charlie

“Since um….recently? I don’t know, I figured I should give everything a try in high school. You never know I might have some undiscovered talent” you bluffed.

“Talent, huh? Well I don’t see why you shouldn’t try it. You’re not graduating or anything so you might as well do some non-academic stuff while you can.”

Charlie chuckled at his friend who had taken the bait.

“Yeah yeah, good thinking Knox. Okay well I gotta go, love you, tell everyone bye!” You hung up the phone, leaving Knox standing confused in an office full of all his friends.

“She’s never mentioned acting before…” Knox muttered as Charlie smirked, “what are you looking so smug for, Dalton?”

“What,” Charlie shrugged, smirk growin, “what?”

Knox scoffed as he led the group of boys out of Nolan’s office and back down the hallway.

–

“Why can’t I talk to her, Knox? What’s the harm in that?” Charlie argued with his friend in his room, Cameron seated awkwardly at his desk as the heated exchange continued.

“Because she’s my sister, Charlie! Everyone knows how you are with girls, right Cameron?”

“Not getting involved…” Cameron waved them off, keeping his nose buried in his chemistry book.

“The point, Charlie, is that she’s off limits.”

“Why?” Charlie was pleading at this point.

“Because she’s my sister! How many times do I have to say it?”

“So what? I’m your best friend! And I like her, I really really like her!”

“Come on Charlie you barely know her”

“Yeah but I want to change that, I want to get to know her, I want to know everything about her,” Knox rolled his eyes, “Knox I know I have a reputation with girls, I know, but I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never really liked a girl like this before…she’s special”

“Yeah, Dalton, she is. And that’s exactly why she’s off limits”

“So it doesn’t matter that she likes me…her feelings don’t factor in at all”

“Of course they do, but as your friend you just can’t date my sister. Its like a rule”

“Says who, Knox?” Charlie was yelling at this point, unbelievably frustrated at his friends stubbornness.

“I don’t know,” Knox scrambled for words, “but its a thing, and you can’t break it!”

“What if I love her,” Charlie said softly

“What if you what?”

“What if I love her?”

“Charlie you don’t know her,” Knox’s tone matched Charlie’s

“The parts of her that I know…I love”

Knox sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he paced around the room. Cameron turned around to watch the interaction, playing with the end of a pencil in his mouth.

“You mean it?” Knox finally asked after what felt like eternity.

“Yeah, Knox, I mean it.” Charlie nodded, heart pounding.

“Okay”

“Okay?” Charlie questioned

“Okay, then, if you love her, tell her. Tell her how you feel and if she feels the same then there’s nothing I can do about that. Love is a whole other thing, Charlie, I can’t get between that.”

“So-” Charlie began

“But,” Knox interjected, “if you ever hurt her you’re a dead man.”

“I never will, dead poets honor,” Charlie smiled at his best friend.

“Dead poets honor,” Knox nodded, leaving Charlie’s room with a pat on his friend’s back.

“Dalton gets the girl, what’s new?” Cameron scoffed as he turned back to his schoolwork.

Smacking him across the back of his head, Charlie responded “get your head out of your ass, Cameron”

–

“I don’t actually have to try out for a play do I?” You asked innocently, pulling away to search Charlie’s eyes for an answer

“No,” he laughed, holding you close by your waist, “I think Knox has realized that was a cover by now…at least I hope he has”

“He’s a bit of an idiot…kinda stubborn,” you giggled

“You’re telling me,” Charlie laughed as he pulled you closer, resting his head on top of yours.

The two of you stood in a quiet embrace, eyes closed as you inhaled each others’ scent, warmth and endearment filling your body with each breath.

“Y/n I gotta tell you something…” he sighed, anxiety threatening to get in the way of his confession.

“What’s up?” You asked calmly, pulling away to look up at Charlie

“Um,” he began, eyes searching the sky in an attempt to avoid your gaze, “God I know I shouldn’t say this…and I know its way too soon…and I’ve only really seen you a handful of times…”

You nodded, gaze never leaving Charlie as he stared around you and his adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“But there’s something you need to know, and for the sanity of both myself and your brother, I just need to tell you.”

“Charlie you’re stalling,” you said, growing more anxious as he blabbled

“I love you,” he said with a sigh, closing his eyes as his head craned up to the sky.

“Hey,” you chuckled, your hand traveling up to caress his cheek and pull his gaze down to meet yours, “I love you too”

“You do,” he snapped out of his daze, his facial muscles relaxing as he looked down at you, “really?”

“Really, Charlie. Yeah its soon, and yeah I don’t know everything about you, but the parts I do know I love,” you smiled.

“That’s exactly what I told your brother”

“You talked to Knox about this?”

“It was either I tell him how I really feel or he kills me”

“I’m glad you picked option A”

“Yeah I am too…I was so scared you weren’t gonna feel the same”

“How could I not?” You laughed as you embraced him, his strong arms wrapping around your shoulders as you nuzzled into him.

#dead poets society #charlie dalton #dead poets fandom #dead poets honor #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton x overstreet reader #knox overstreet #charlie dalton x fem reader

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blondephenobarbitol · 8 months

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Dead Poets as real things my friends have said

"was that during your suicidal phase?" "suicidal phas.... do yOU MEAN WHEN I HUNG MYSELF?"

-Neil

"A rat, but you surgically implant wings on it so it becomes a parrier cigeon."

-Pitts

"oh boy oh boy, just the box-blonde I was looking for." "...what?"

-Knox, to Chris

*to a bunch of children* "are any of you obedient?"

-Charlie

"and I'm traumatized but in a fun, fresh, and cool kind of way."

-Todd

"STOP FIGHTING OVER THE TAXIDERMIED WEASEL."

-Cameron

#dead poets society #dps #anderperry #neil x todd #dead poets crack #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #richard cameron #knox overstreet

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73647e · 1 year

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i took a stab at these types of posts. hope they’re sufficient idk

#my posts #dead poets society #dps #dead poets #todd anderson #neil perry #todd x neil #neil x todd #anderperry #richard cameron #knox overstreet #charlie dalton #steven meeks #gerard pitts

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augiewrites · 5 months

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"secret admirer" - dead poets society (part 2)

summary: a group of boys catches y/n's eye in keating's class

pairing: anonymous!dead poet x gender neutral reader

word count: 600+

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Keating’s class wasn’t like the others at Welton. Walking into the classroom felt like a warm embrace and Keating himself stoked the fires of his students’ creativity.

But not today—not for Y/N.

They had never been so distracted in their life. Just walking into the classroom, Y/N debated asking Keating for a pass to the infirmary. Knowing they were being observed is one thing, but knowing exactly when is a whole other scenario.

Especially when they have no clue who’s eye they’re under.

Despite their nerves, Y/N took their usual seat. Two rows from the front, on the farthest row to the left. Not too close to be the center of any teacher’s impulse, but not too far away to get distracted by the rest of the class. Today was different, though. The only thing Y/N could bring themselves to care about was their classmates.

Y/N angled themselves in their seat in order to take in the classroom as students trickled in. In honesty, Y/N should have realized sooner that the culprit was in their English class—the amount of passion their classmates had shown throughout the year had never failed to take them by surprise. After all, Welton was not a place for passion.

Their eyes landed on a group of boys huddled around Knox Overstreet’s desk. Memories of the boy reciting a pathetic—albeit sweet—love poem to the class flooded their mind. The group of boys did always seem to be more enthusiastic about the class than most.

Despite telling their roommate they didn’t want to play detective, Y/N themselves straining to hear bits of their conversation—something about a book and finding a new meeting spot. They didn’t hear much as Keating entered the room and made his way to the front of the class. Charlie Dalton caught their eye as the group disbanded, sending them a wink and making a finger gun gesture at them.

Y/N couldn’t help but roll their eyes.

Dalton was a mere annoyance on a good day.

Todd Anderson walked to his seat in front of Y/N, and gave them a sheepish smile as he shrugged a shoulder in a “what can you do” gesture.

Y/N decided that was enough detective work for the period as Keating began a boisterous speech on Romantic contemporaries. All they wanted to do was lose themselves in Keating’s whimsy for the next hour, but a familiar envelope laying inside their desk compartment stopped any hope they had of forgetting about their admirer.

Moving as discreetly as possible, Y/N pulled out the letter along with their notes and textbook. The whole world muffled as they read:

From afar, I gaze, A silent, secret admiration, Your light shines bright, In my quiet contemplation.

And when you laugh, a melody, It dances in the breeze, I cherish each sweet note, With every sigh, I'm at ease.

Oh, how I wish for closeness, To bridge this gap in fate, To hold you near, not distant, To share life's love, not wait.

x, Yours.

Y/N couldn’t help the smile spreading across their face, nor the blush that accompanied it. They were so engrossed in the feeling that they didn’t notice the satisfied gaze they were receiving from afar.

The rest of the period passed in a haze, and Y/N was thankful Keating wasn’t a fan of pop quizzes. Y/N could barely focus on where they were, let alone absorb anything meaningful from the lesson.

Their eyes locked on Steven Meeks—thank God Keating had called him by name that period—shoving his notes in his backpack.

They had to act, and it was now or never.

~~~

part three

#dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #dps boys #dps #dps fanfiction #todd anderson #neil perry #steven meeks #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #todd anderson x reader #neil perry x reader #steven meeks x reader #gerard pitts x reader #charlie dalton x reader #knox overstreet x reader #dps x reader

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angelbowerz · 5 months

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your only girl at welton fic is such a guilty pleasure for me lmao. if you ever wrote more for it i would forever be thankful lol, esp if it had mr keating taking them under his wing or smthn haha

Of course! I'd love to do more, if you have any other suggestions I'd be more than happy to do it!

Keating taking you under his wing♡

Movie-dead poets society

Summary-continuing on from 'being the only girl at Welton'

-he obviously knew about your arrival before the students, the second Mr Nolan told him, he knew he'd become your 'school father'

-since you had no classes on your first day, you first got introduced to him when he came into the common room

-he pulled you aside and basically said about how he's excited to meet you in class, and that you could always go to him for things (since all the other teachers look on the brink of death lmao)

-when you enterd his class the next day, he placed you next to todd (awhhh his two fake children🫂)

-After class he pulled you aside to check in on you, also telling you where his bedroom is when you need him after lessons

-at lunch or when you're passing him through the halls, he'll give you one of those encouraging dad smiles

-he'll give you a nickname like 'Dear miss l/n'

-now since Mr Nolan gave the rule of NO dating,if you do get a boyfriend, keating would be so happy for you, basically the opposite of Nolan

-okay...being at an all boys school would be hard being the only girl, especially at that time of the month so who do you go to? Your school dad of course

-if you ever run out of products after free time is over, you just go to Mr Keating's room where he has a box of things for you

-On some weekends, he would take you and Todd out into the town and will sometimes buy you two gifts (only if you keep it a secret)

-lets say your parents couldn't make the open day thing, you was obviously very sad...but who was there to pretend to be your father? KEATING OF COURSE! Also with Todd (cute lil family🤗)

-on the last day of school before the Christmas period, he would give you the cutest lil present (proud dad)

-when you graduate, you'll miss him SO MUCH (in my world keating didn't get fired and Neil is still alive SHHHH)

-you both would write to eachother once you leave Welton and would stay in contact until Mr Keating passes or something happens