The first time was so nice (Anderperry HC‘s) I had to do it twice (Knarlie edition).
Charlie Dalton:
- He‘s a flirt, a charm and straight forward, but the gentlest person to Knox.
- He basically invented ragebait, whenever Knox PDA‘s with him he says „that’s so gay“ while they’re literally dating.
- he loves to listen to his heartbeat, saying it’s like a melody and rests on his chest everytime they sleep or hug.
- He is the one to propose (IF it was possible ofc). Yes Knox is a hopeless romantic, but Charlie would definitely get on his knees and propose the second he can (dude went on his knees just to play the sax).
- (underrated call!) Overprotective (but denies it). He’s the partner who worries about every little thing (like e.g. "He said he‘ll be home by 5pm… it’s 5:02 pm… What if something happened?!).
Knox Overstreet:
- Finds Charlie‘s smugness/teasing extremely attractive, but won’t admit it.
- tried to confess dozens of times and failed every single time (until Charlie confessed).
- went into a post relationship depression, because he realized that maybe Charlie doesn’t feel the same way (he does, but they’re too dense).
- secretly writes romantic/love poems about him, but would never show it (due to the fact that Charlie would definitely tease him for the rest of their life’s)
- (underrated call!) He‘s jealous. Not because he doesn’t trust him — he doesn’t trust them. And he‘ll be side eying him and become moody afterwards (Charlie‘ll live in confusion)
Their relationship is WORLDS APART from Anderperry (but we love both~)
Knox being absolutely down bad for u lol ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊
Saturday evening; the breeze struck cold and the trees shivered in tandem. Icicles were starting to form on the leaves, painting a blushing hue on anybody's cheeks had they the courage to challenge the winds outside.
Which was why Knox stayed indoors, perfectly content in the comfort of his grown out room. Posters of football teams decorated his walls, slashes of green, whites, and bright colors livening up the otherwise cozy atmosphere.
It was the best — especially when his favorite, sweet voice was practically adoring him from the other line of the phone.
"Knox," you playfully chastised, "hang up the phone."
"No, you hang up the phone," he husked with a dreamy chuckle. His friends would've made fun of him if they weren't so desperate for the same exchange. Knox plopped on his bed, stomach down as he bit his lip. He twirled the phone cord around his index finger,
"I missed you," Knox confessed through a pout he didn't intend to have, sighing, "I wish we could be closer."
"Me too, baby," you comforted, your tone akin to caressing his hair, "it's alright. We'll get our time."
"But when?" he insisted, ever so petulant. His line rustled as he flipped onto his back, propping his head on the pillows. Knox's brown hair was a mess on top of his head, face exhausted from the exertion of calculus and other lessons he couldn't want more to get away from. It was a blessing he already got to his sleep clothes; a pair of plaid pajama pants and a nice-fitting sweater above.
"Is my baby impatient?" you teased, "I can sense that you're pouting, you know."
"Can't help it," he broke into a boyish grin, "miss you so much. Just wanna hang out with you. Buy you books, make you happy."
Knox reached back to his shelves, correcting the position of one of his medals. It was dusted, not wiped as much as it needed to be. You didn't care though — always putting it on him, calling him your king when you came over to his house for the first time during semester break.
Now that it's nearly exam week, Knox's patience is thrown off the balance by his longing to just be with his girlfriend for an amount of time he can't yet control or decide. Even then, you always had a way of soothing his ache,
"But we are together now," you whispered, just wanting your big baby to calm down, though you always found him ever so sweet (and admirably pathetic).
"It's not the same," he whined, and you nearly laugh at the image of your six-foot jock sprawled on his bed, shamelessly being like this.
"Wanna touch you, wanna love you right. I want to buy you flowers and see your face when I give it to you," he sighed, "you always smile so nice. It's so pretty."
You rolled your eyes, laughing in disbelief, "Oh, you are one stubborn young man, Mister Overstreet. How could I ever put up with you when we marry?"
"You won't have to," he persisted, sitting up straight, "'cause I'll be on my best behavior when I make you my wife. My wife. You'll greet me back home when I'm tired from my hoity-toity job, and we'll have our children, and they'll look like you, and we'll never have to spend any other day in our lives separated from each other! Isn't that the best, baby?"
You could've answered with something sweet, complicated, or thorough; matching his enthusiasm for a dream you've both conjured since being in each other's lives. Instead, you sigh in gratitude,
"I love you, Knoxie."
Those words from you, and the nickname, incited enough adrenaline rushing in him to launch his body to Mars. Knox saw the view outside, the moon crescendoing into sight and the owls hooted in harmony.
"I love you too, honey," he uttered in pleasant disbelief, his gentle phrase like a rub of his broad palm up and down your back, "wanna go to sleep now?"
"Yeah," you gave a small yawn, "yea, I do."
He shut off his light, settling into bed. One beat, then two.
"Sweetheart?" he mumbled, cheek smushed to the pillows. You giggled, he was adorable.
"Mmhm?"
"Would you dream of me tonight?"
"Every night, I do."
One beat, then two. The line rustled as Knox shifted position,
"Honey?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Don't turn off the phone, okay."
Your heart squeezed at his hoarse tone, exploding into an array of pink butterflies and heart-shaped cotton candy.
"I won't."
i gave him a redemption arc ladies (not really, i just erased his whole major negative plot point but it's fineeeeeee) (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
okayy dps roadtrip headcanons I guess!! (my friends really helped me with this. thank you, my friends)
neil is kind of forced to drive. he only wanted to sit back and point at cows and horses, so he's not too hyped about it. also, he drives so slowly it's hilarious
todd is 🧍♀️ just vibing. in the middle back seat. with like two seat belts on. he's also made a playlist but they don't end up listening to it
charlie is trying to turn up the music from the back seat every five seconds. he insists on switching with neil because he's so slow, but the others won't let him drive
meeks is at first giving directions to neil, but then quits and starts trying to get them to play scrabble
pitts has the aux cord and refuses to give it to anyone else
knox had it before pitts but he kept putting on love songs or depressing songs like the smiths, and everyone agreed that this is NOT roadtrip music. at least not for the vibe they were going for
cameron didn't join. charlie said that he had some work to do, which made everyone think that charlie tied cameron to his bed or something
next, I'll either do drunk poets or, like, the poets at the beach. both sound like hilarious scenarios hehe
i was rewatching dps and tell me why does at the beginning of the movie knox seems to be bullying that guy he calls spaz and then he throws a piece of crumbled up paper at him??? like bbg what are u doiiinnngggg this is so out of characteeerrrrrr….. but anyways!
