#Awsten knight imagines

[oldiesstationlover11607]

YOU WRITE FOR WATERPARKS NOW????!!

may i pleaseeee ask for an awsten fic where reader is geoff or otto's sister and they dont really get along but when awsten goes out somewhere and gets into a fight while theyre traveling (theyre staying at a hotel) he goes to readers room and she takes care of his injuries and they make out up and end up sharing a bed. maybe could turn into a secret dating thing but yeah.. hope this makes sense <3

ps. happy early/late birthday (depending on when you read this)

pps i will aboslutely FILL you inbox with parx requests. ive been foaming at the mouth for them. youre an angel !!! 🍊

Secrets - Awsten Knight x Geoff's sister!reader

Word Count: 1552

A/N: Sorry this took so long! please request more awsten pleaseeee bc i love waterparks hehe

I never thought I’d find myself in this situation. It was past midnight, the hotel hallway was eerily quiet, and Awsten, of all people, stood at my door with a split lip, bruised knuckles, and a sheepish look on his face.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, voice low but sharp enough to cut through his usual bravado.

“Good evening to you too,” he quipped, his words slurring slightly as if he’d been chewing on them before spitting them out. “Can I come in?”

I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms. “Not until you explain why you look like you lost a fight with a garbage truck.”

Awsten’s hand went to his lip, dabbing at the dried blood as if he’d only just noticed it was there. “Some guy at the bar was being a jackass,” he muttered. “Said some stuff, shoved me. So, I… shoved him back.”

“And then?” I pressed, raising a skeptical brow.

“And then he punched me.”

I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. This wasn’t exactly out of character for Awsten, but it didn’t make it any less ridiculous. “You couldn’t go to Geoff? Or Otto? Why are you at my door?”

“Geoff’s asleep. Otto’s…” He gestured vaguely, like Otto’s absence was a problem too complicated to explain. “And, I don’t know, okay? You were just the first person I thought of.”

That surprised me more than it should have. Awsten and I weren’t exactly close. Sure, I was Geoff’s sister, and we saw each other plenty whenever I tagged along on tours, but our relationship mostly consisted of bickering, sarcastic jabs, and the occasional begrudging truce.

“Fine,” I said, stepping aside to let him in. “But if you bleed on anything, I’m sending you the cleaning bill.”

“Noted,” he said, brushing past me into the small hotel room.

The room was cramped, with barely enough space for the bed, a tiny desk, and a chair shoved awkwardly into the corner. Awsten collapsed onto the edge of the bed with a dramatic sigh, cradling his injured hand like a war hero nursing a battle wound.

I grabbed the first-aid kit from my suitcase, setting it on the nightstand. “Stay still,” I ordered, pulling out a cotton pad and a bottle of antiseptic.

“Yes, doctor,” he said with a smirk, though it faded the moment I pressed the cotton to his lip.

“God, that stings,” he hissed, jerking away.

“Stop being a baby,” I said, grabbing his chin to hold him still. Up close, I could see the faint shadow of a bruise blooming along his cheekbone. His eyes—usually sharp and mischievous—were softer now, a hint of vulnerability peeking through.

“What happened to the guy who hit you?” I asked, dabbing at the cut.

“Got kicked out,” Awsten muttered. “But not before landing a solid punch. Lucky me.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “You really are a magnet for trouble, aren’t you?”

He grinned, even as I pressed a fresh pad to his lip. “What can I say? It’s part of my charm.”

“Charm isn’t the word I’d use,” I muttered, though I couldn’t entirely suppress a smile.

We fell into a rhythm after that—me cleaning up his injuries, him cracking jokes to fill the silence. Despite my annoyance, there was something oddly comforting about the banter. It was familiar, easy in a way I didn’t expect.

“There,” I said, stepping back to admire my handiwork. “You’re semi-presentable again.”

“Thanks,” he said, flexing his fingers experimentally. “You’re pretty good at this.”

“I’ve had practice,” I said. “Geoff isn’t exactly a stranger to dumb injuries.”

Awsten chuckled, the sound low and genuine. “Guess it runs in the family, huh?”

I rolled my eyes, but before I could retort, he shifted awkwardly on the bed. “Uh… actually, can I crash here? Just for tonight?”

I blinked at him, caught off guard. “What?”

“I just… I really don’t want to run into that guy again,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “And, I don’t know, it feels safer here.”

The vulnerability in his tone was unexpected, almost disarming. I hesitated, my instinct to say no warring with a pang of sympathy. Finally, I sighed. “Fine. But you’re sleeping on the other side of the bed.”

“Deal,” he said, already kicking off his shoes and flopping onto the mattress like he owned the place.

I shook my head, climbing in on the opposite side and pulling the blanket over myself. “No funny business, Knight.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, though there was a teasing lilt to his voice that made me wonder if he was lying.

I woke up to warmth.

At some point in the night, Awsten had shifted closer. His arm draped over my waist, his face nestled against my shoulder. My first instinct was to shove him off, but… I didn’t. There was something oddly comforting about the weight of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing against my back.

“Awsten,” I whispered, my voice groggy.

He stirred, mumbling something incoherent before his eyes fluttered open. When he realized where he was, his face went red, but instead of pulling away, he smirked. “Morning, sunshine.”

“Don’t start,” I said, though my cheeks burned.

“Too late.” He propped himself up on one elbow, his grin softening as his eyes met mine. “You know, you’re kinda cute when you’re not yelling at me.”

“Don’t push your luck,” I said, but there was no bite to my words.

For a moment, neither of us moved. His gaze flicked to my lips, and before I could overthink it, he leaned in. The kiss was soft, tentative, like he was waiting for me to shove him away. But I didn’t.

When we pulled apart, his grin was back, full force this time. “So, does this mean you don’t hate me anymore?”

“Don’t get used to it,” I said, though I couldn’t hide my smile.

That should have been the end of it. A one-time thing, a weird blip in the universe that we’d both laugh about later. But it wasn’t.

The rest of the tour passed in a blur of stolen moments. Glances that lingered too long, hands brushing when no one was looking, whispered conversations in dark corners. It was maddening, infuriating, and completely intoxicating.

We didn’t tell anyone—not Geoff, not Otto, not anyone on the crew. Part of me liked the secrecy, the thrill of sneaking around. But another part of me knew it wasn’t sustainable.

One night, a week before the tour ended, Awsten showed up at my door again.

“This is becoming a habit,” I said, though I stepped aside to let him in.

“Can’t help it,” he said, grinning as he plopped onto the bed. “You’re just so beautiful.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart did a little flip anyway. “What do you want, Awsten?”

He hesitated, his usual bravado faltering. “I wanted to see you.”

Something in his tone made my chest tighten. I sat down beside him, the bed dipping under our weight. “What’s going on?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just… scared.”

“Of what?”

“This,” he said, gesturing between us. “Whatever this is. It’s… different.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. Part of me wanted to agree, to admit that I was scared too. But another part of me—the part that had grown used to keeping people at arm’s length—wanted to push him away.

“I get it,” I said finally. “But maybe it doesn’t have to be so scary.”

Awsten looked at me, his eyes searching mine for something I wasn’t sure I could give him. Then, without a word, he kissed me. This time, there was no hesitation, no waiting for permission. It was messy and desperate and perfect.

When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine. “You know this is gonna get complicated, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But maybe it’s worth it.”

The tour ended, and life went back to normal—well, as normal as it could be when you were secretly dating your brother’s bandmate.

Awsten and I fell into a rhythm, sneaking around whenever we could. It wasn’t easy, especially with Geoff constantly hovering, but somehow, we made it work.

One night, as we lay tangled in each other’s arms, Awsten turned to me, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “We should tell him,” he said.

“Who?”

“Geoff,” he said. “I mean, he’s gonna find out eventually, right? Might as well rip the band-aid off.”

I hesitated, my stomach twisting into knots. “You really think that’s a good idea?”

Awsten shrugged. “I don’t know. But I don’t want to keep hiding, either.”

I sighed, resting my head against his chest. “Let’s wait a little longer. Just until things settle down.”

He nodded, though I could tell he wasn’t happy about it. “Okay. But promise me something?”

“What?”

“Don’t let this be a secret forever,” he said, his voice soft. “I don’t want to feel like I’m hiding you.”

I looked up at him, my heart aching at the vulnerability in his eyes. “I promise,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if I believed it myself.

For now, the secret was ours. And for now, that was enough.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[jake-and-johnnies-slut]

AHHHHHHH

About to go see parx

[cemeterygrace]

idk fun voting thing on twitter is happening for my chronically online emo bitches

voting opens 11/29 and propaganda is encouraged

everything in the tags is indeed people/concepts/events you can vote for

[placentafluid]

actually waterparks is brainwashing their audience is a fucking awesome zine idea...

[camisadotapes]

New emo trinity just dropped, Waterparks, FOB, MCR

Context: me and my sibling were talking about the "No, but seriously imagine it" post, and how Awsten was talking about wanting to do some acoustic shows at some of the dates for the Dan and Phil tour and how Panic! couldn't be there because they officially broke up. So we said how Waterparks will be there instead of Panic! and I may have laughed WAAAYYY too hard at the joke

[chemicalarospec]

What is Awsten's PROBLEM hah

[enrapture]

‘I’m see-through, need you, Why do I think you're so cool? Everything's clean except for my thoughts. I'm thinking about me getting you off.’

[bandomchoiceawards]

*by an artist or related party (i.e. record label, producer, etc.), not a fan

[waterparksdrama]

AWSTEN SENDING PIPE BOMBS IN THE MAIL

#imagine: awsten knight installs a trojan virus into your computer 💋💋💋 - iz

[scenesten]

OKAY BTR (show) AND WATERPARKS CROSS OVER

Awsten could be besties with Kendall knight cause they are both leaders and have bigass eyebrows. Awsten struggles with not being in control of things, esp when it comes to music- Just like Kendall who struggles when he's not in control either (He's literally plan guy what can you expect.) Kendall and Awsten both have the last name Knight so yeah… And Awsten would be good friends with james just cause they both wear shirts with their friends on it.

Geoff could probably be friends with Logan- ONLY BECAUSE i think Geoff would go crazy over Zelda and like not stfu about it to Logan, and Logan would not stfu about Venus in return. it's like a mutual thing they'd somehow relate it- like Logan starts ranting about Venus not having moons and Geoffs all like "moons? majoras mask are COMING" in return.

i think Otto would get along with James but only because the only thing they have in common is abs. then they'd fight to the death probably. Like I can see Otto hating James cause of his BIGASS EGOOOOO.

Carlos can get along with like anyone so. I feel like he'd be best friends with Geoff just cause I see Geoff as this slow asf tired man and Carlos as someone who's super hyper and always moving- so the dynamic is classic.

DUDE AND CARLOS AND LOGAN HAVE THAT GOOD LUCK PATROL THING- I CAN JUST IMAGINE OTTO AND AWSTEN JOINING IN ON THAT IN A HEART BEAT. THEY'D BE BESTIES JUST FOR THAT. Cause Awsten would be like "I NEED SOME LUCK!! MY LIFE SUCKS!!!" And Logan and Carlos would be like "join us." THEN AWSTEN would tell Otto about this and Otto would be like "Tf?" but Awsten would somehow convince Otto to join….

okayyyy that's enough rambling for nowwww I'm gonna shut up for like…. a time…

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hiii i have a parx request!!

i am in desperate need of reader dying awstens hair or doing his makeup for when he goes on stage 🧎‍♂️

Banana Peels - Awsten Knight x Reader

Word Count: 1158

A/N: Rahhh so cuteeee I need more parx requests hehe

The air backstage was a whirlwind of energy—roadies rushing around, cords tangled in impossible knots, and the muffled sound of the opening band leaking through the walls. Awsten was pacing, as usual, rattling off a string of nonsense that alternated between hyping himself up and full-blown existential dread.

“What if I trip onstage?” he blurted, mid-stride. “Not like a little stumble, but, like, wipe out so hard the crowd collectively cringes? Do you think they’d throw stuff at me? I’d throw stuff at me.”

“Awsten,” I said, holding up the box of hair dye I was trying to wrestle open, “are you seriously spiraling over a completely hypothetical and impossibly unlikely situation right now?”

“First of all,” he shot back, pointing dramatically at me, “yes. Second of all, that box is winning. Need me to—”

“Don’t you dare touch it. Sit down.”

He sighed theatrically but obeyed, plopping into the folding chair in front of the mirror. His reflection smirked at me as I finally conquered the box, gloves already snapped on and the dye tube at the ready. It wasn’t the first time I’d done this—probably wouldn’t be the last either—but the way his face lit up every time we did these pre-show rituals made it feel like a first all over again.

“I’m just saying,” he said as I started parting his hair into sections, “some people have banana peels thrown at them as, like, a metaphor for life. Mine are real, and they’re waiting for me out there.”

“You’re so weird,” I muttered, unable to suppress a laugh. He tilted his head back to grin up at me, and for a second, I forgot what I was doing. His smile had a way of knocking the wind out of people if they weren’t prepared—not that I ever could be.

“That’s why you keep me around,” he said smugly.

“No,” I corrected, running the comb through his hair to spread the dye evenly. “I keep you around because you’d look like a hot mess onstage if I didn’t.”

“Rude,” he replied, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.

It was moments like these—him sitting still for once, the chaos outside reduced to background noise—that I cherished. I got to see a side of Awsten that felt raw and unfiltered, like all his bravado and stage presence melted away under the fluorescent dressing room lights. He was just Awsten, the boy with half a brain cell and a knack for making my chest ache in the best way.

“So,” he started after a beat of silence, “what’s the vibe tonight? Am I going full-on alien prince? Goth vampire? Surfer dude with emotional baggage?”

I cocked an eyebrow at him in the mirror. “Do you even know what surfer dude with emotional baggage would look like?”

“No,” he admitted, “but I feel like you do. You’re, like, freakishly good at this.”

“Thanks,” I said, softening. Compliments from Awsten were rare—when he wasn’t deflecting with jokes, he was usually too busy roasting everyone in his vicinity. “But I was thinking more along the lines of chaotic neon dream. Something that’ll make people’s eyes hurt, but in a good way.”

“You’re a genius,” he declared, as if I hadn’t heard it before.

The hair dye was setting by the time I pulled out the makeup kit, and that’s when the real fun began. Awsten leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching as I rifled through the mess of palettes and brushes. His knee bounced restlessly, and I placed a hand on it without thinking, steadying him.

“You’re gonna vibrate out of the chair,” I teased.

“What if I’m just excited?” he countered, but his voice was quieter now, almost shy. He straightened up, tilting his head as I approached with a brush in hand.

“Close your eyes,” I said, and he obeyed. For once, he didn’t argue or make a joke—he just let me work. I traced the brush carefully along his face, the closeness of it all making my pulse race. His skin was warm under my fingertips, and his breathing was slow and steady.

When I stepped back, he opened his eyes and looked at me instead of the mirror. “How’s it look?” he asked, his tone softer than I expected.

“Like a rockstar,” I said, clearing my throat. “The hottest mess out there.”

His laugh was loud and sudden, and it broke the tension like a bubble popping. “You really know how to hype a guy up,” he said, shaking his head. But his smile lingered, and I caught him glancing at the mirror like he couldn’t wait to see what I’d done.

The finishing touches were the hardest part. As I dabbed the last of the makeup onto his face, he leaned into my touch just slightly, his eyes closing again. I told myself it was nothing—that he was probably just tired or zoning out. But the way my hand lingered longer than necessary gave me away.

“Thanks for this,” he murmured suddenly, breaking the silence. “I’d be a disaster without you.”

I laughed, trying to play it cool. “You’re a disaster with me. I’m just damage control.”

His eyes opened, and he looked at me—really looked at me, like he was searching for something he couldn’t quite name. “No, I mean it. You’re… you’re the only one who gets it. Gets me.”

My hands froze mid-motion, brush hovering near his jaw. The air felt heavier all of a sudden, like the world had shrunk down to just the two of us. “Awsten…”

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning back slightly but keeping his eyes on mine. “You’re… kinda my favorite person, you know that?”

My chest tightened, and I fought to keep my voice steady. “You’re just saying that because I’m the only one who’ll do your makeup without poking your eye out. He grinned, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just really good at being… you.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I focused on finishing the highlighter and stepping back to admire my work. He turned to the mirror, and for a moment, the room was quiet except for the faint sounds of the opening band still playing.

When he looked back at me, his smile was softer, almost shy. 

“You’re a miracle worker.”

“Go knock ���em dead,” I said, shoving the makeup kit aside and peeling off my gloves. My voice sounded steadier than I felt.

Awsten stood, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid hyped up on sugar. But before he walked out the door, he paused, glancing back at me. “You sure you don’t wanna come out and take a bow? You deserve some credit for this masterpiece.” I rolled my eyes, shoving him gently toward the door. 

“Get out there, rockstar.”

And as he disappeared into the chaos of the stage, I let myself smile, the weight of his words still lingering in the air.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[jake-and-johnnies-slut]

what was your previous url?

pj-clappp I think

[peachcitt]

do you have any specific inspo for ladybug and chat noir's outfits in greatest hits? i would love to draw them!

i don’t actually! ive just been kinda imagining outfits in my mind really hard and then putting in just enough description to satisfy me.

but if you want specific references, i would probably look up some names in the pop punk scene and see what they wear at their concerts because ladybug would definitely go for anything ranging from extravagant to streetwear depending on how she was feeling or what her vibe for a concert/performance is.

here’s some names you can reference for concert outfit inspo:

hayley williams (paramore)

gerard way (my chemical romance)

pete wentz (fall out boy)

awsten knight (waterparks)

ryan ross (panic! at the disco / the young veins)

of course these are pretty well known names, but these are the ones i can think of off the top of my head that dress cool for performances.

as a general reference, you can never go wrong with leather, mesh, and big boots :)

thanks for asking and tag me in the art if you post it!!<3

[fiyerotigelaarr]

I've never gathered the courage to dye my hair, but meanwhile, Awsten Knight has had his hair dyed in every color imaginable 😭

[abiiors]

if you’ve watched heartstopper you have technically listened to ✨waterparks✨ season one during the party scene https://youtu.be/2wKDz_ofzlI?si=teWnfSa0bmhW61fS (telephone my beloved. fuckin great song imagine awsten knight seeing you in a target and then writing a song about you i know hes messy but im in love with him 😔😔)-🦞

omg i have watched heartstopper like twice how did i not know this!!! i will give it a proper listen too because i love heartstopper's soundtrack <33

[around-your-throat]

oh wow i looked it up wow that's fun.

tl;dr: they were my friend that i met through bandom and we had a falling out because IMO our personalities didn't fit. turned out they had a lot more grievances than i realized

i met that person when i was 17 going on 18. not to split hairs on something so minute but if most of the argument is "i was a whole ass adult and should know better" then i was also not an adult.

i was so excited when we met because they were the only one into bandom in my city (1 of the 2 that i knew in the entire country). i've never found a fandom person irl so i might have been too enthusiastic about the friendship and wanted to hang out and talk about fob and bandom all the time. i treated them like how i would my normal friends eg. making a lot of sex jokes and talking about all that stuff because that's just teens stuff and it's what i did when i was 15 too. i DO realize now that that was def inappropriate and i should've been more careful when hanging out with someone younger. that is entirely my fault

but a lot of the things was like. i read a public nsfw fic they posted to their public ao3 account. it was definitely public because that's where i found them (on ao3) and i didn't have a problem because obviously every kid wrote smut fanfics, that was a normal thing to me. i did read it out loud as an asshole not realizing they're taking a joke too far so they got mad at me and after that we went back to talking normally. at that point i still thought we were joking around and they were just embarrassed but it turned out that it was a really big deal. that WAS my bad and i did feel bad about it even until now but like 100% no one else heard it, i was speaking at a normal volume in a coffee shop where people don't even speak english

the point is they definitely did not set as clear boundaries as they're making it out to be because everything was just jokey sarcastic ughh i hate you and then keep talking like normal after. i guess i'm always weird and fucking stupid and run jokes into the ground because i remember i was also like waterparks sucks awsten knight sucks (which was supposed to be ironic because i listened to ALL of their music) to jab at them for being a big parxie but turned out they were genuinely hurt by it. fucking things like that

every point i make in this makes me want to pull my hair out in a "what am i fucking doing" as a staunchly anti-personal-drama-being-spread-on-the-internet-as-if-anyone-needs-to-know person BUT i just. did not tell them to write nsfw fanfics. they told ME to write them a nsfw peterick fanfic as an apology for reading theirs. to be VERY CLEAR i don't have a problem with it and i'm not gonna be like see they were the weird one!!! because that shit is not a big deal

this is like personal and tea spilling but that person had a very obvious crush on me that i never acknowledged because i Did Not want to deal with it, and also not my problem. i remember a mutual friend saying once that i should ask them out and i got kinda weirded out and a bit later i thought that those two must've been talking about me or something because i'm paranoid and shit so i was hypervigilant in making sure everything i said was obvious i was completely disinterested. you cannot fucking imagine how devastating it is to finally make a friend who is on the same wavelength as you and realizing that they're into you. i was acting dense as a fucking brick trying to say the most platonic friends thing in every conversation

obviously i did it wrong / wasn't as vigilant as i thought / was still too affectionate because the things they said when we fell out, made me think they probably thought some things i did were romantic or had hidden intentions behind it. which is why they thought i was touching them weird when i was probably being touchy or had antsy hands. one thing they called me out on was how i implied we should "make out under the bleachers" when i remember very vividly that was me telling them about a common trope in american pop culture. or when i showed them cold weather by glass beach because "I think it's so gay that we really both feel the same way" is a funny lyric but they used it in a post about me, i didn't think about the implications because i'm fucking stupid i guess but that's just one of my favorite songs.

also i don't know if they have problems with that mutual friend but that friend is my age and we all definitely talked about the same fucking stuff. i was looking back at our chatlogs and saw that they said they were writing smut fanfics with that friend, for example.

if we're not pulling any punches here then honestly, if you had a falling out with someone and you said they were lowkey a groomer and posting a dozen callout posts and stories about everything weird and awful they did then maybe you ARE a little chronically online. the only thing i said in response to those was that i didn't want to fight and we should stop being friends and that is ALL i will say because i respect internet privacy than proving someone wrong 🧘

apparently you groomed someone on twitter?

?????