(Y/n) (L/n) has a lot of famous contacts. The media drives her into a storm of eyes, that keeps looking at her - especially when she hugs the famous Post Malone or kisses the well-known Joji, also when she is running around in town with tears in her eyes. Cameras everywhere. "Are you (Y/n) (L/n)?". Her life turns into a mess of weird and wonderful feelings, while she's on tour with Austin Post. Is she running from the cameras, fame, and rumors or for herself? In the end, she must take a lifechanging choice.

Mavery had the best in her life; that's what she thought. Waking up with an amnesia put her in her best trying to see everything in a perfect view. From her own self, to her friends and most especially to the love of her life-Austin. But as the days gone by, there's something inside her that makes her feel pained and dreary. Is Austin has something to do about it? Or it's just nothing but paranoia? "It's all okay..." He said as he pull my hands. "Was this all lie?" i asked started crying. He then, rested his face on my hands only to cry painfully.

hope i wake up with the sun this morning | the reader meets austin post in a dive bar in utah. as the night unfolds you are increasingly intrigued by the clothes, the money, the cars and concerned by the less savoury aspects of his personality.

POST MALONE | imagines of austin richard post. requests are open. may take a while to get back to you.

what happens when that bitch that broke your heart comes back, do you risk it getting broken again? is she worth the risk?

You're about to enter your junior year of high school... New year, same school, same people, same routine. You live a pretty simple life and you like that way. At least you do for now...

You were always known for being an outsider by everyone who ever met you. You was getting bullied a lot when you were younger. You didn't have much friends growing up either, and if you did, they rejected you at last. But one day everything changed. You're getting noticed by a guy. He's kind to you, but you've always said to yourself to not trust those around you. They'll fuck you over eventually. But not this guy. He've stood by you ever since the first day you guys met, even though it wasn't like in the movies. Always been kind to you, and always stood up for you even though you didn't beg or want him to. He was pretty decent actually. Didn't listen to anyone's bullshit. And most definitely played by his own rules. And he didn't end up being a dickhead like every other guy who hit puberty. He stood by you. You guys were best friends. And have been ever since that day. PS: This story contains some flashback that might trigger someone.

Long night producing music. The smell of cigarettes on his breath. Tension in the air.