"I wanna make it my business." Awsten Knight and Emily Iver hate each other's guts. It's out of petty stubbornness on both ends, but they've committed far too strongly to the roles that it'd be difficult to ever turn back. Awsten is convinced that she's the enemy; part of a well-oiled machine that constantly restricts his creativity and challenges him on his own art. Meanwhile, Emily is struggling to keep a brave face and her professionalism; dealing Awsten Knight hating her is just another problem to add to her list of many.

Adeline Leonard had her name at every dinner table that early summer night. A tragedy that nobody could ignore, that's what her death was. The community seemed to come together in that moment, but Valentine Leonard-younger sister of Adeline-felt as far as could be. She had almost thrown in the towel until she found a crumpled up piece of paper in the back of Adeline's totaled Jeep. Had the list been any less specific, Valentine would've never had to cross path's with Adeline's best friend-Luke Hemmings-ever again. But when push came to shove, and things really reached their boiling point for the young girl, Luke was there anyways. *TW-lots of mention of death, please be cautious with reading if this triggers you easily.

"we play with fire because we like the way it burns."

"You're such a soccer dad. I can't believe you packed orange slices." 𖤐𖤐𖤐 In which a little girl thinks Calum would be perfect for helping her mom in finding a happily ever after.

An Awsten Knight Story In which he takes notice of a fan Started ▪︎ July 13, 2019 Ended ▪︎

i won't stop, not even for you. i can't stop, even if i want to. i turned my autocaps back on for this. short chapters. DEAR DIARY, TW

In which Tyler disappears the night before a concert and doesn't show up for months.

❝there's nothing in my system so i'm feeling what i feel for you. and i just need you to feel it, too.❞ Awsten was a natural blue, drenched in yellow for the past year and a half and she burned through him with the red of her betrayal. After that, all he felt was gray. His once colorful world shattered, filled only with blues and deep, inky black. He was hollow, torn apart, ruined. Ellie was violet, a serene lilac against a raging sea. She, too, burned like paper in a fire because of him and locked herself behind the walls of a birdcage that became her prison. The demons of Hell threatened to swallow her whole. But they found each other, in the wreckage of their shattered relationships. She unlocked her prison cell and he began to see color again. Only this time, when he looked at her, he saw a color he'd never seen before. She was MINT. narrative + social media. cover (c) yours truly [COMPLETED!]

༄‧₊˚where geoff is terrified of needles but can't seem to get away from them and awstens afraid of nothing. well, maybe something.˚₊‧✧ this isn't real obviously, the fears aren't accurate, thank you - lowercase intended xx doubledare-com©

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝? "Look at what happened last time we were together. Look me in the eyes and tell me that wasn't the worst shit you've ever experienced." 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 "It was also the best thing I've ever experienced." 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 in which geoff is horrible at getting over people and awsten is horrible at keeping relationships together. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭