#awsten x reader

[j-jinxee]

★ :: `. — ride me darling !

nsfw | awsten knight x reader !

[ AN ] :: seeing awsten post a shameless photo of his happy trail + v line + lowk bush has made me absolutely sick in the head,, ik this isn't for my usual audience so this is for me. hope this reaches some parx fans,,

✦ [ warnings – unprotected (don't),, slight biting/marking,, penetrative,, swearing,, porn w/o plot]

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pale moonlight was the only thing illuminating awstens apartment right now. a few dim rays shining through the windows, just enough to see his gorgeous eyes looking up at you. you're not sure how laying on the couch with him after a long day turned into him pulling your panties to the side — enough for him to fill you up just right. his mouth quickly finding your neck shortly after, wet tongue dragging along your sensitive skin. carefully biting all the right places, littering you with lust.

seeing the pretty little highlights in his multicoloured eyes, almost as if they were speaking for themselves. looking up at you with such desire, such raw need. his mind was clouded with nothing but thoughts of you, driving him crazy. 'ride me baby' he spoke, so deeply — quietly. you were already straddling him, could already feeling him so deeply inside you it hurt; he needed you to move. neither of you could wait another second — your hands resting on his shoulders for support, starting so cautiously.

his hands on your ass, guiding you up and down. low groans erupting from his throat, feeling nothing but pleasure from you. shallow breaths shared between the two of you, both getting hot — all for eachother. feeling his tip kiss your cervix over and over, prodding at your most sensitive points. melting in his hands, whining whatever came to mind, quickly feeling drunk off him.

'ffuck i- you feel, s'good' you said shyly, already feeling so close to release. your talk only made him thrust deeper, wanting you to come undone all over him. his dick dragging along your inner walls so perfectly, your legs beginning to shake. 'fuck awst- ah!'

feeling your insides flutter and squeeze around his cock, his thrusts turning slow and deep. he rode you through your high, his following shortly after. feeling the warmth of his thick, white seed filling you up so nicely. both floating on cloud nine, unevenly grinding on eachother to suck out every last drop of ecstasy.

:: i doubt this'll reach many,, idek how active the fandom is on here,, but hii to any parxies !! fun fact i met awsten in oct 2023 (*≧з≦)

[fuzzyparx]

the one where he won’t get up.

nsfw. wc—1579. unprotected sex. riding. light choking. fluff and smut, little plot. praise.

author’s note: sorry for being so inactive everyone 💔💔 work has been kicking my ass and i just haven’t had a ton of motivation. feel free to send requests!!!

fic below the cut.

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“five more minutes,” comes the grumble from beneath you.

you huff out a laugh, trying to wiggle free from his grip. awsten’s bed makes a convincing argument, though. cool sheets, blackout curtains, the steady hush of the white noise machine filling the room. it would be so easy to stay here all day. but you have errands to run, and the two of you can’t spend the entire afternoon tangled up in bed.

“awsten, c’mon,” you murmur, attempting to pull away again.

his arm only tightens around your waist. his eyes stay shut, but there’s the faintest smile tugging at his mouth. he doesn’t move an inch.

fine.

your cool hand slips beneath the loose shirt he’s wearing, nails scratching lightly across the firm skin of his stomach. he hums softly at the feeling, but still refuses to budge.

so you decide to play dirtier.

you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, nudging your nose against his cheek. little by little, you move closer until you’re swinging a leg over his lap, settling yourself against him with a smug sort of satisfaction.

that finally gets him.

he opens his eyes with a groan, hands immediately finding your hips like they belong there.

you grin triumphantly before leaning down to kiss him properly. he melts into it easily, fingers curling into your skin, warm and lazy and a little possessive.

“what do i have to do to get you out of bed?” you murmur against his lips, one hand threading through his sleep-mussed hair. your hips rock faintly against his, just enough to make him groan under you.

you shift again, feeling the way he reacts beneath you. the tiny victory makes you smile against his jaw as you kiss along it slowly. he’s still sleepy, pliant under your hands, letting you tease him however you want.

he only puts up with it for a few more minutes before he starts waking up properly, grip on your hips tightening as impatience creeps in.

deciding to be merciful, you tug lightly at the waistband of his boxers, teasing your fingers just beneath the fabric.

“is this okay?” you whisper.

the corners of his mouth twitch upward as he looks up at you like he can’t decide whether he’s more amused or ruined already.

“yeah,” he murmurs immediately, voice rough with sleep. “more than okay.”

your fingers toy with the waistband again, slow enough to make him squirm beneath you. his hands slide up your sides in response, warm palms smoothing over your skin underneath your shirt. there’s something unbearably soft about the way he touches you when he’s half-awake. lazy, affectionate, like he wants to memorize every inch he can reach.

“you’re evil,” he mumbles, though there’s no bite behind it. only a sleepy grin.

you laugh quietly when he tilts his head back against the pillow, letting you kiss along his throat this time. his fingers curl at your waist before slipping higher, nudging your shirt up little by little. silently asking.

you sit back just enough for him to pull it over your head, his gaze immediately dragging over you afterward like he forgot how to breathe for a second.

“god,” he says softly. “you’re so pretty.”

heat creeps into your cheeks under the weight of it. awsten notices instantly, smiling wider at the reaction he gets from you.

“no, seriously,” he continues, thumbs brushing along your hips. “you’re ridiculous. every time i look at you, it’s like… i don’t know. you just keep getting prettier somehow.”

you duck your head with a quiet laugh, but he catches your chin gently before you can hide from him completely.

“hey,” he murmurs. “lemme look at you.”

there’s so much fondness in his voice it almost makes your chest ache. his hands wander again, slower now, tracing over your skin while he peppers absentminded kisses wherever he can reach. your shoulder. your collarbone. the corner of your jaw.

“c’mere,” he whispers eventually, helping guide you closer until you’re pressed against him completely.

his hands slip to the hem of your shorts next, fingers hooking there carefully. he glances up at you first, waiting, even now. when you nod, he starts helping tug them down your legs.

except the angle is terrible.

you immediately wobble trying to lift yourself enough while still sitting in his lap, one knee slipping against the sheets. awsten lets out a surprised laugh as you catch yourself on his shoulders.

“hold on, hold on,” he says through his grin. “this is the least graceful thing i’ve ever seen.”

“shut up,” you mumble, already laughing too as you try to untangle yourself from both him and your shorts. one foot gets stuck completely, leaving you awkwardly half-draped across him while you fight for your life.

awsten is fully awake now, laughing into your shoulder. “baby, you’re losing.”

“i hate you.”

“no you don’t.” he reaches down to finally free your ankle from the fabric, tossing the shorts somewhere across the room afterward like he’s accomplished something heroic. “there. rescued you.”

you roll your eyes, but you’re still smiling when he looks back up at you. his expression softens almost immediately.

“beautiful girl,” he murmurs, hands smoothing over your thighs. then quieter, like he can’t help himself, “can’t believe you’re real sometimes.”

his eyes stay fixed on you while your fingers curl into the waistband of his boxers again, this time with a little more confidence. he’s awake now in the way you wanted him to be, all warm hands and heavy eyes and quiet little sounds every time you kiss him somewhere new.

“that’s my girl,” he murmurs softly when you finally push the fabric down just enough. his head falls back against the pillow again, throat bobbing when he exhales shakily. “c’mere.”

you shift over him carefully, suddenly hyperaware of how close the two of you are now. his hands steady your hips instantly, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin like he can tell you’re nervous despite the teasing confidence you’d had five minutes ago.

“you okay?” he asks quietly.

you nod, biting back a smile when he immediately leans up to kiss you again anyway, sweet and lingering and reassuring all at once.

“pretty girl,” he whispers against your mouth. “you’ve got me losing my mind already.”

the praise makes your stomach twist pleasantly.

slowly, carefully, you guide yourself down onto him. the second you finally settle into his lap properly, awsten lets out a wrecked sort of groan, eyes squeezing shut for a second like he has to collect himself. his grip on your hips tightens hard enough to make you shiver.

“holy shit,” he breathes, laughing softly afterward at his own reaction.

you can’t help laughing too, cheeks burning at the completely awestruck look on his face when he opens his eyes again. like you’ve just handed him the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

“you good?” you tease softly, echoing him from earlier.

“absolutely not,” he says immediately, earning another laugh from you.

his hands slide up your waist again, slow and reverent, like he can’t stop touching you now that he’s fully awake.

“god, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs again. “seriously. look at you.”

you move experimentally against him, and the sound he makes almost makes you hide your face in his shoulder from embarrassment. almost.

instead, you keep going, slow enough to tease him the same way you had earlier. awsten reacts to every little movement like he can’t help it, head tipped back, fingers flexing against your hips while he encourages you through every second of it.

“yeah,” he whispers. “just like that, baby.”

he looks completely ruined already, messy hair falling into his eyes, lips pink from kissing you. but every time you hesitate even slightly, his attention snaps right back to you. kissing your shoulder. brushing your hair back. mumbling another soft praise against your skin.

“so pretty.”

another kiss.

“doing so good for me.”

it drives you insane, working you up quicker than you expected. you tighten and flutter around him, punching desperate moans from his chest. a particularly deep bounce has him shuddering beneath you.

“yeah?” you murmur, leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip. “are you close, baby?”

when he doesn’t respond, you bounce a little faster. it has him whining and gripping you tight at the hips. his eyes squeeze shut.

one of your hands wraps lightly around his neck. “i asked you a question, baby,” you murmur, still moving mercilessly.

when he forces his eyes open to look at you, his pupils are blown wide. he gasps out a few confirmations along with a few whines of your name before you feel him twitch, bucking his hips uselessly before flooding you with warmth.

he doesn’t forget about you, though, even in his euphoria. one hand leaves your hip to circle your bud with his fingers, knowing exactly how to touch you, exactly the way you like. with a couple more seconds and a whine, you collapse atop him as you reach your high.

the room is quiet as you both come down, the white noise machine the only sound besides your combined breathing. he holds you for a long moment, stroking his hand up and down your shoulder.

“we need a shower,” you murmur, shifting to slip him out of you. you both groan at the sensation.

“that’s one way to get me out of bed,” he smiles.

[secretl1fe0fm3]

365, party girl ~ awsten knight x fem!reader

warnings: smut, sub!awsten, soft dom!reader, grinding, riding, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, over use of “good boy”, fluff at the end, established relationship

18+ minors dni!!!

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The bass of the music rattles the house, and the smell of liquor and smoke fill your nose. You stand in the kitchen, chatting amongst your friends, and taking small sips of the white claw in your hand.

A smile spreads across your face as your boyfriend, Awsten, makes his way into the kitchen. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his front. His grip was tight yet gentle as he squeezes your hips with his ring-clad fingers.

He leans down and whispers into your ear, “Need you right now, baby, need you so bad.” A smirk forms on your lips as you feel his hard on against your ass.

Awsten would always get this way at parties; he was never a fan of them. His boredom would resort to teasing you until you would give in and give him exactly what he wanted.

You turn around without saying a word and grab onto his wrist, pulling him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He follows behind you eagerly, his eyes glistening with excitement.

Looking around briefly, you open a random door, finding an empty room. A few chairs and a couch are scattered around, and the walls are lined with bookcases. You pull him in with you and shut the door quietly, locking it.

His hands immediately find your waist again as he pulls you in for kiss, his lips moving against yours with desperation and need. You wrap your arms around his neck and let one hand travel into his hair, tangling your fingers in his colored locks and pulling softly.

Awsten moans into the kiss, walking backwards until the back of his knees hit the couch. You smirk into the kiss momentarily before pulling away and pushing him down onto it. He sits with a soft groan and looks up at you with lust filled eyes.

“Gonna be a good boy and let me use you, hmm?” You hum out, grabbing onto the waistband of his jeans, fiddling with the button, teasing him.

“Please, god- anything, just fucking touch me.” He whines out, hips moving up towards your touch.

You sit down on his lap, your skirt riding up as your hands move up under his shirt. He bites his lip as you begin to grind down onto him through his jeans.

“Fuck, baby.” Awsten whines, his dick twitching in his pants. You continue to grind your hips into his as he throws his head back, letting out a string of profanities.

Your hands rest on his shoulders, giving yourself leverage to move your hips in small circles, pushing down harder on his clothed dick. You could tell he was already close; his eyebrows furrowed together as his breathing started to come out in short gasps.

Leaning forward, you mutter into his ear, “Go ahead and come for me, show me how good you can be.”

Awsten’s hips lift off the couch at your words as he reaches his first orgasm of the night. Your fingers move down his chest, lightly scratching as you continue to grind down on him, helping him through his climax.

“Fuck, babe, what the fuck.” Awsten curses as he comes down from his high, his hands gripping the couch.

You bite your lip and narrow your eyes at his words. You climb off him, tugging his pants and stained boxers down in one quick movement.

Awsten grunts out as you spit into your hand before reaching down to wrap your fingers around his sensitive dick. He throws his head back and moans, hips bucking up into your hand eagerly. He was always so easy to get worked up, your grip on his dick already making him hard again.

“Gonna ride you, and you’re gonna take it like a good boy, yeah?” You take your hand off of him, jaw clenching as he lets out a loud whine in response and bucks his hips up.

Without another word, you position yourself on his lap again, using your fingers to help guide his dick to your entrance. You slowly lower yourself down, the stretch making you tense briefly.

Awsten groans as he feels you sink down onto him, squeezing him perfectly. His hands instinctively reach for your hips, but he’s stopped as you grab his hands and hold them down against the back of the couch.

“Only good boys get to touch.” You grunt, emphasizing your words as you pull yourself up before bringing your hips back down.

“Cmon baby, let me touch you, please.”

Your hands tighten around his wrists slightly, continuing to ride him, ignoring his pleading.

“The sooner you shut up, the sooner you’ll get to come again.” You lean down, whispering in his ear, a smile evident in your voice. His dick jerks inside you at your words, and he lets out yet another high-pitched whine.

You smirk down at him before speeding up, letting your hips rise and fall at a quick, punishing pace. Awsten squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to fight his second orgasm, his mouth open in a silent moan.

You squeeze down around him, your own moan slipping off your lips. “You’re being so good for me, but I want you to come with me. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Awsten nods quickly at your words, swallowing thickly as he feels your hips pick up pace again. He moves his hips up to meet yours, and you let out a loud moan, unable to contain yourself anymore. You feel your own orgasm approaching as he continues to hit your sweet spot perfectly.

Your hips still as you clench down around him, your orgasm hitting you hard. You feel Awsten jerk inside of you as he also reaches his high, his eyes squeezed shut. Your grip on his wrists loosens as your body leans into his, head falling forward onto his shoulder.

His hands immediately move to your hips, pulling you closer to his chest, wrapping around you protectively. You grin into his neck, your body going almost completely limp on his.

Awsten slowly lifts you up and off his softening dick, a trail of wetness dripping down your thigh. Your legs shake as you let your body fall onto the couch next to his.

“You’re too good to me.” He grins, his hand reaching out to stroke your thigh lightly. You laugh at his remark, your cheeks heating up.

“And you’re my favorite ‘good boy’.” You wink at him, wiggling your eyebrows teasingly.

Awsten scoffs playfully, leaning towards you and crawling over your body. He lowers his lips down onto yours, giving you a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much.” He whispers against your lips before pulling back, his mismatched eyes looking into yours.

A warm smile spreads across your face as you reach out to touch his cheek, cradling his face in your hand. “I love you too.”

Maybe parties weren’t so bad after all.

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[roxierebellion]

i loooved your mikey classmate hcs!! i think awsten classmate ones would be cute too :)

classmate!awsten headcannons

a/n: i have a really bad headache and a VERY tiring weekend so i’m sorry if this seems a bit lazy or not too good, i hope not though !

listen to:

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⟡ hes always the kid that leans back in their chair despite the teacher telling him not to

⟡ hes always yelled at that “he’s gonna fall” and never listens, until he actually does fall over

⟡ he can not sit still, at all

⟡ every time you turn your head, awstens in a whole new position in his chair or bouncing his leg, or tapping his pen

⟡ its very obvious when awstens struggling in class, he’ll rub his temple, furrow his brow, and murmur a “what the fuck” under his breath

⟡ and unfortunately, thats most days.

⟡ awsten hates admitting when he’s wrong or struggling with a problem, he wont admit it

⟡ he’ll always casually give you an eye, wanting you to ask if he needs help without him having to ask

⟡ he hates just straight up silence

⟡ he always clicks his tongue or hums when class is silent to fill the void, it annoys all of his classmates

⟡ whenever you have to help him with his work, he makes fun of you for being a nerd and a smartass, but he’s always secretly jealous

⟡ he will neverrr raise his hand in class, cause he’s never paying attention

⟡ “awsten, could you tell us the answer to number three? awsten?” “..huh? oh- three? umm… you know it’s actually interesting because-“ “you haven’t been listening, have you?” “..no.”

⟡ he’s the kid that always makes random stories with his pencils and erasers, pretending they’re battling, exploding, everything. he’s always in his own world

⟡ his erasers are all filled with holes, hes always stabbing his pencils into them

⟡ you’ll always hear a slight crinkle behind you, its awsten trying to sneak his snacks from his bag into his mouth

⟡ hes not very sneaky though, he’s always caught and people always beg him for food

⟡ his answers always no, he’s VERY protective over his snacks

⟡ hes never had an issue sharing with you though, you’re the only one he’ll share with

⟡ don’t expect him to ever admit it though, he’s stubborn, and will never admit that he likes you

⟡ “hey, awsten, may I have a chip? “..sure” “aww, youre sharing, you like me!” “don’t push it.”

⟡ awsten always does subtle actions to show he cares for you, but never says anything. like grabbing a paper for you, turning it in for you, slipping you the answer when he actually knows it, etc.

⟡ one of these actions, which means the most, is when he hands you one of his earbuds in class.

⟡ awstens music is sacred, he never shares his music taste or earbuds with anybody.

⟡ he’ll hand you the earbud to you while staring straight forward, a slight brush of pink on his cheeks that he’ll never admit is there.

⟡ he always doodles all over his desk, zoning out, and getting yelled at, its a cycle.

⟡ he’ll doodle on his desk and show up the next day with a wiped down desk from the janitor, he should be sad but all he sees is a blank canvas, a clean slate

⟡ awstens the kind of kid to bully you to show he likes you, but not brutally. just picking fun at little things, in a friendly manner

⟡ especially when you look really pretty, he’s the opposite of a flirt. when he likes something about you, he’ll make fun of it, which learned to take as a compliment

⟡ “hey y/n, your hair looks like shit today” “thank you, awsten. very sweet.” “and your shirt doesn’t match your pants” “…good to know.”

⟡ he always gets away with not listening because he’s always in the back, looking at his computer intently

⟡ the teacher assumes hes doing his work, but in reality hes just trying to beat snake, which he sucks at

⟡ he’ll always ask the stupidest questions in class not even really relating to the subject, just curiosity questions that pop into his mind, like if cows can be born with two tails when learning about genetics

⟡ his backpack is an utter mess, its never organized and it drives him crazy. he hates it being disorganized, but never makes an effort to fix it

⟡ “i believe the answer’s 36?” “nerd..” “what?” “nothing.”

⟡ awstens a gossip freak. he hates drama, but he loves hearing about it

⟡ you guys always are on the same side of drama, never involved, but always listening in

⟡ whenever someone you guys dislike says something or does something, awsten will subtly tap your foot with his and chuckle

⟡ speaking of which, awsten is always playing footsie, always jokingly kicking your foot. he doesn’t know why, he just needs the entertainment in such a boring school

⟡ his favorite bit, is drawing something on the corner of your paper, most likely a penis, because he’s an immature teenage boy like that

⟡ every time awsten cracks a joke in class, even if the whole room laughs, he’ll always subconsciously look at you first approval, all he cares is if you laugh

⟡ awstens a pretty loud and extroverted student, he laughs with other students, and messes around with the teacher

⟡ but if a day comes and youre not in class, his demeanor completely changes. hes quiet, bored

⟡ he never realizes how much more fun he has and how comlete he feels when youre in class, even if its just your presence when youre not even talking to him, until youre not there

⟡ he’ll never admit it, but he does truly love your company

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@roxierebellion

[imagineeditor]

Awsten Knight - Interview Conversations

original post by @cursivetalk

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Awsten Knight X F!Reader

Summary: You’re lounging around in your living room when you get a face time call from Awsten. In the middle of his interview.

Being in a relationship with Awsten was the most exciting thing happening to me in a while. And I didn’t mean that in a cheesy ‘I’m so crazy in love with you’ way. Nope. I simply never got to just chill with him. Not that it was something bad entirely, but that man’s mind worked in mysterious ways. Like last week. They weren’t touring at the time, just doing some promotional stuff and of course Awsten was always writing songs. So, as the good boyfriend he was, he took me on several cute dates which was all good and fine (a girl likes to be treated right after all). What I didn’t expect was Awsten waking me up at the ass crack of dawn to go — you fucking guessed it — bungee jumping. Because that was how my boyfriend’s brain works. I on the other hand (still half asleep) had agreed to it under the condition that Awsten made breakfast. So he had been clashing around in my small kitchen, telling me about how cool this was going to be, posting about it on Twitter while I was just trying to get my brain to start working, with a cup of coffee in hand. Awsten didn’t hold back to tell me how messed up my hair was – but kissed me right after it so he wouldn’t have to suffer from my death glare. I knew that he didn’t mean to hurt me - that guy loved to tease me and I loved to tease him. That was how our relationship worked honestly. All was good and I survived the jump but that taught me an important lesson: Never agree to Awsten’s plans before I knew the conditions. Bringing this more to the present, I was lounging around in my living room and fiddling with my phone. Later today, Awsten wants to drop by for a movie night but that’s still a few hours away. So goodbye tidying up and hello comfy hoodie and sofa! And then my phone lit up with a familiar face. It took me a moment to understand that I was in fact not looking at Dean hunting a demon anymore; but instead at a still of my boyfriend. Which was weird as I was pretty sure he was in the middle of an interview. Don’t ask me with whom, I had been still asleep when he told me about it. Don’t try to talk to me before my coffee. “Hey baby! Love that hoodie!” Awsten waved at me through the screen. I looked down and realized that I was wearing his merch. Arrogant fucker. “Aren’t you, like, in the middle of something?” From the way he was holding his phone, I could see the very tips of Otto’s curls in front of something red and soft looking. Probably a sofa. There was some distant mumbling in the background that Awsten simply ignored and pouted at his phone - and consequently me - instead. “Well yeah, but I’ve got a question for you.” This dude, I swore. I shook my head in fake disappointment, but I was pretty sure that he could see the smile I tried to hide behind my hair. Knowing Awsten his question had exactly nothing to do with what the poor interviewer had originally asked. “What is it?” I pouted, snuggling back into the sofa. “No reason to be so rude, Y/N,” Geoff peered over Awsten’s shoulder. He chuckled as he said this, taking the venom from his words completely. As soon as Geoff had come into the frame, Otto craned his neck towards the screen as well. He smiled brightly and then waved at me. “Hey, Y/N! Long-time no see.” “Aww! but you saw me just Friday,” I reminded him, grabbing for a pillow. This would take a while so I might as well get comfortable. “Would you stop flirting with my girlfriend?” A soft ‘ouch’ could be heard following the statement and Otto suddenly left the frame. Awsten looked up again innocently though it was pretty clear that it had been him. “Anyway. I was wondering if you know the name of that garage band we saw last week? We’ve been talking 'bout Joe and I remembered that I wanted to tell him about 'em but I forgot their name.” Right… A day after the bungee jumping incident Awsten had made amends in form of my favourite bar and a little book shopping trip beforehand. Not that he had anything to to amend for (it had actually been pretty fun), but Awsten claimd it was necessary. And there we had seen this small band perform. They hadn’t been that bad in my opinion and I even had gotten Awsten to dance with me to one of their songs. It took me some serious mind tricks but then I remembered their name. “Hang on, it was something with face or something like that in the name. No wait. They were called 'Poison From Your Lips’!” Awsten hit his forehead and nodded in confirmation. “That was it. Thanks, babe!” “No problem!” Muted mumbling in the background again - Probably the interviewer trying to get their attention back. My suspicion was confirmed as Awsten’s head snapped up and he asked, “What was the question again? Sorry, got a lil caught up here.” More words I couldn’t decipher. Still, I waited patiently in case there were more questions for me. But Awsten just nodded and hummed along, his phone angled up so I could see only his neck and chin. “Yeah, I really like working out all the details for the fans to find. It’s like scavenger hunting only through songs and posts. There’s a bunch of stuff you haven’t found yet by the way,” Awsten tilted his head at a camera and raised his arms while speaking. Which made him realize that the call was still going. I suppressed a giggle and waved at him and he turned the phone back upright. “You’re still there!” “That I am,” I nodded solemnly, surpressing a giggle at his confused excitement. Geoff and Otto were coughing suspiciously but Awsten didn’t let himself get distracted. Instead he rolled his eyes at me. “Smartass.” “You love it.” “True,” Awsten agreed and caught me off guard with the honest look in his eyes that he masked with a flirtatious wink, “but I fear I have to say goodbye for now. Wave for the camera!” And then, the screen got blurry while he whirled it around. I waved dutifully at the blurs that were supposed to be people. “See you tonight,” I said to Awsten before the connection cut off. A lost blown kiss and the call died. Shaking my head, I stared at the dark screen. I loved this man so much, it wasn’t even funny anymore.

[noisebcys]

heart strings | a. knight

summary: in which repressed feelings resurface when he catches a familiar face at one of his shows

contains: gender-neutral!reader, light swearing, that's it i guess? ends on a cliffhanger lmao

authors note: how'd i end up writing for bands in 2022 idk idk but here take this

It was often hard to focus on a singular thing while performing onstage, if not impossible.

There was always too much going on but also, never not enough. The lights are too much but also not bright enough, the crowd is screaming but they could be louder, the stage was grand and open for him and his band mates to occupy and yet, Awsten found himself standing shellshocked in the centre of the stage. He couldn’t make out what anyone was saying, if they were even trying to talk to him, as his eyes stayed focused on the familiar face of someone he once gave his heart to standing amidst the crowd of people who had come out to see him. And they were there.

He didn’t know how long he had been standing there staring but he guessed it was long enough for Geoff to harshly push his shoulder to catch his attention.

“Awsten!”

It felt like he was being woken up from a dream with the way reality seemed to crash onto him like a wave.

“You alright?” Geoff asked quietly, angling his body in a way that blocked Awsten from the crowd. Awsten only mutely nodded, suddenly wanting to end this set quicker than usual so he could finally sort out his thoughts in peace.

“Yeah, yeah let’s continue.”

The rest of the show went by like a blur. A couple of more songs and a few breaks in between to talk to the crowd—where he made the conscious effort to avoid that side of it—and before he knew it, the set was finished and he was rushing backstage to lock himself in his dressing room before his friends could say anything.

They were here.

He saw them.

They had come out to see him.

And he saw them.

Awsten slumped into the chair as he brought his hands up to rub his face. There was a strange mix of happiness and sadness bubbling in his chest as he replayed that moment he noticed them in the crowd. It was odd.

They were on the far left side of the crowd, standing towards the back where stage performers often ignored but somehow, he had managed to see them. And they noticed him.

He could still recall the exact feeling of his heart dropping into his stomach when they shot him a warm smile. The way it felt like time had stopped and all that seemed to exist in that room was the two of them. The way he could feel the heat rushing up his neck towards his cheeks. He could still remember it all, but what really made him freeze was the sudden rush of memories flooding his mind as all the feelings he was positive he had diminished seemed to ignite itself again.

It had been years since they’ve even seen each-other despite agreeing that they’d remain friends after they break up. Neither made an effort to reach out aside from the annual ‘happy birthday’ message which was then followed by a ‘thank you’ before they finally stopped. Deep down he knew it was because he had changed his number and failed to let them know but it was for the better, right?

The longer he held onto the threads of what they once were then the longer he’d be staying up at night wishing he wasn’t alone. He didn’t want to still be hung up on someone who had said they didn’t want to be in a relationship at the moment.

It wasn’t fair that in the end, all his efforts ended up being for nothing. It wasn’t fair that he still felt something for them just like before.

“Awsten? We’re leaving now.” Came Lucas’ voice from the other side of the door. Awsten sighed, taking a moment to enjoy the loneliness inside his dressing room before getting up from his seat and heading towards the door.

All he could do now was hope they weren’t waiting outside for him when they left the venue—and as if his prayers had been heard, they weren’t. He was able to make it back to the bus without seeing their face in the crowd of people waiting outside, though the memory of them seemed to be permanently seared into his mind with the way he could visibly remember them.

Awsten didn’t say much for the remainder of the night. As the bus hit the road and everyone else sat in the living quarters to relax, Awsten excused himself to bed early where the earlier memories replayed in his mind as his fingers temptingly hovered over a contact on his phone he had never used but always added whenever he switched his number.

Was this even a good idea?

What if it actually wasn’t them and he just mistook a stranger for them?

He wanted to find a reason to not click on their contact but he knew deep down he could never not notice them. Whether it be from across a vacant lot or in the crowd of thousands, it was nearly impossible to not notice them no matter how hard you tried. There was just something about them, something that attracted him to them in the first place, that seemed to make them stand out.

Fuck it.

By morning he’d be in the next state anyways, and what damage could a simple text even do?

Typing in a message along the lines of ‘I think I saw you at our show earlier, why didn’t you tell me?’, he gave no time to await a response before turning off his phone and rolling onto his other side where he stared at the wall before sleep began to pull him into its world.

It was sleep that prevented him from noticing his phone going off when he received a text that read ‘I was there, just wanted to see you. Glad to see you’ve gone this far, I always knew you’d make it.’ but Awsten wouldn’t know until morning came.

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