#austin flores

[thecryptidart1st]

More OGB sketches based on recent experiences:

*When it was raining recently in SoCal, I saw a tiktok where a high school student was showing a flooded hallway and people who have never been to an outdoor Californian high school were commenting in disbelief that we considered a sidewalk with a roof a hallway (which yes we do; its California)

*My lunch lady friend had the epiphany that despite huge generational changes, high schooler behavior remains a constant and she was serving to kids who reminded her of herself when she was in high school. My only response was “damn I cant believe Bowling for Soup was right”

* Apparently her high school has a night guy. Nobody knows what he does

[hayleythesugarbowl]

masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ 🎀 ˚

looking for a specific fandom? i present, my specific masterlists…

╰┈➤ {smosh • friends • thomas barrow • ray manchester }

➳ requests are closed

➳ some facts about me! my name is hayley and i’m just a silly little fangirl who loves reading, writing, drinking tea, feeling nostalgic, and obsessing over + living vicariously through fictional characters

➳ my goal on this blog is to write for everyone i can especially less popular characters because i know the feeling of looking up a fic and finding it doesn’t exist and i feel like i owe it to my twelve y/o (and current!!) obsessive self to fill the void

➳ find the list of fandoms i write for at the bottom of this post. i don’t write smut. all of my fics are x fem!reader unless specified otherwise

➳ feel free to ask anything and i hope you have a lovely day/night 🍓🩰

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fluff: ♡ angst: ✧ requested: ☽

ˋ°•*⁀➷ oneshots ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹˚

ray manchester…

╰┈➤ Stuck || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽

word count: 3.5k warnings: none summary: you, an aspiring-fashion-designer, get trapped in an elevator with captain man on your way to a job interview

╰┈➤ Secret Identity || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽ ♡

word count: 3.8k warnings: i think i cursed once summary: you and ray have been dating in secret, due to your shyness and secret identity, but when there’s a change in your relationship, it may be time to let everyone know

╰┈➤ My Valentine || Ray Manchester/Captain Man x reader • ☽ ♡

word count: 3.8k warnings: none summary: when you start working at junk n’ stuff, ray is immediately attracted to you and wants to do something special for you on valentine’s day

monica geller…

╰┈➤ The One With Phoebe’s Sister || Monica Geller x reader • ☽

word count: 3.1k warnings: none summary: phoebe introduces the friends to you, her younger sister, you are instantly attracted to monica but don’t know that monica is equally smitten with you

joey tribbiani…

╰┈➤ The One With the Baby Girl || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ☽ ♡

word count: 1k warnings: childbirth summary: joey helps you through the birth of your daughter

╰┈➤ The One With The Pie || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ✧☽

word count: 6.6k warnings: some references summary: after your crush on joey ends before it can begin, you start to move on. but maybe, just maybe, the story of you and joey isn’t over just yet

╰┈➤ The One With the Ex || Joey Tribbiani x reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.2k warnings: presumed cheating, drinking, suggestive material  summary: after joey cheats on you and breaks your heart in high school, you run into him again years later and find out the past might not be exactly what you thought it was

remus lupin…

╰┈➤ In This Together || Remus Lupin x reader • ♡✧

word count: 2.1k warnings: none summary: when remus resigns from the position of dada teacher and leaves hogwarts, he decides it’s finally time to tell you the truth about himself and his ‘furry little problem’

╰┈➤ Stolen Glances || Remus Lupin x student!reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.1k warnings: age gap but it’s legal summary: remus finds himself drawn to you against his better judgement even though you are one of his students

ian hecox…

╰┈➤ First Fake Date || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 2.5k warnings: none summary: Ian finds out his ex-girlfriend is going to be at an upcoming event and when you volunteer to go as his fake-date things don’t go quite as either of you planned

╰┈➤ More Than Friends || Ian Hecox x reader • ♡☽

word count: 3.5k warnings: mild cursing summary: you have been ignoring your growing feelings for your best friend ian, but when you are chosen to do a romantic scene together will those feelings stay hidden?

spencer agnew…

╰┈➤ Cool Shoes || Spencer Agnew x reader • ☽

word count: 3.7k warnings: mild swearing summary: when you join smosh as the newest addition to the games crew, you are immediately attracted to spencer. but will your little crush turn into something more?

angela giarratana…

╰┈➤ Misread Signs || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 2.2k warnings: none summary: when you start to become really close with courtney, angela takes this as a sign that you aren’t interested in her, until unusual circumstances cause you both to realize each other’s feelings

╰┈➤ Love Hurts || Angela Giarratana x reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.9k warnings: angst summary: you have been in love with angela for months and upon finding out that she is dating someone else, heartbroken you start to distance yourself from her and everything else in your life

╰┈➤ Jealousy, jealousy || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 1.3k warnings: hickeys summary: angela finds herself jealous when another member of the cast flirts with you and she decides to let you know that you’re hers

╰┈➤ Sleepyhead || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 0.9k warnings: none summary: a sleepy angela wakes up with you and refuses to let you get out of bed

╰┈➤ Second Chances || Angela Giarratana x reader • ✧☽

word count: 3.3k warnings: none summary: when the smosh cast goes on a company retreat and you and angela are forced to share a hotel room you have the opportunity to rekindle an old romance

╰┈➤ Sweeter than Pie || Angela Giarratana x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: none summary: when you’re tired from work , angela cooks with you

╰┈➤ Princess || Angela Giarratana x reader • ☽

word count: 2k warnings: sick fic summary: when you start to feel sick during a game night with angela, you let her take care of you for once and she gets to see a different side of you

courtney miller…

╰┈➤ Kiss the Nurse || Courtney Miller x sick!reader • ♡☽

word count: 0.6k warnings: sick fic summary: courtney takes care of you when you’re sick and is rewarded with a kiss from their patient

╰┈➤ Stay With Me || sick!Courtney Miller x reader • ♡☽

word count: 0.7k warnings: sick fic, mild swearing summary: when courtney calls and cancels your date night due to a stomach bug, you don’t hesitate to drop everything and take care of them

╰┈➤ Only You || Courtney Miller x reader • ✧☽

word count: 1.2k warnings: none summary: when you begin to get jealous of courtney and shayne’s relationship, courtney assures you that you’re the one they love

shayne topp…

╰┈➤ Worth the Wait || Shayne Topp x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.1k warnings: mild swearing summary: shayne is determined to find out what your Halloween costume is this year but you won’t tell him, and when the holiday is finally here he finds it very much worth the wait

julio rodríguez…

╰┈➤ Luckiest Man || Julio Rodríguez x reader • ♡☽

word count: 1.2k warnings: none summary: julio has just won the world series and been named mvp and yet his biggest prize is you, his new fiancée

thomas barrow…

╰┈➤ Even || Thomas Barrow & reader • ☽

word count: 3.4k warnings: cursing, homophobia because it’s jimmy summary: when you, a ladies maid who thomas has never got along with in the past, catch thomas making a move on jimmy you’re forced to decide wether or not to help him out

ˋ°•*⁀➷ series ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹˚

thomas barrow…

╰┈➤ It’s Nice to Have a Friend || Thomas Barrow & friend!reader • ✧♡☽ (finished)

╰► || Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 ||

word count: 4.8k warnings: some mild swearing summary: when you start working at downton abbey as a new maid, thomas takes a liking to you and an unexpected relationship forms between you

ˋ°•*⁀➷ other writing ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹˚

╰┈➤ You Can’t Change the Past || an Elena of Avalor inspired short story

word count: 6k warnings: i was a child when i wrote this summary: jacques, chancellor of emelda, plagued by regrets, is used to helping his cousin run her kingdom. but when he meets some ghosts of his past and a villain returns is he ready to face it all?

ˋ°•*⁀➷ headcanons ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹˚

dating…

╰┈➤ Smosh-

Shayne Topp ♡☽

Damien Haas ♡

Ian Hecox (part 1) ♡☽

Ian Hecox (part 2) ♡☽

Spencer Agnew ♡☽

Anthony Padilla ♡☽

Angela Giarratana ♡☽

Amanda Lehan-Canto ♡☽

Smosh Women ♡☽

╰┈➤ Friends-

Joey Tribbiani ♡

Chandler Bing ♡☽

Rachel Green ♡

Monica Geller ♡

╰┈➤ Jack Edwards-

part 1 ♡

part 2 ♡☽

part 3 ♡☽

part 4 ♡☽

╰┈➤ Seattle Mariners-

Jarred Kelenic ♡

Julio Rodriguez, George Kirby, Jarred Kelenic (Pt 2) ♡☽

╰┈➤ Ray Manchester/Captain Man-

Ray Manchester x reader ♡

Ray Manchester x smart!reader ♡☽

╰┈➤ Miscellaneous-

James McAvoy ♡☽

Carswell Thorne ♡☽

Austin Butler ♡

Elvis Presley ♡☽

Jacques Snicket ♡

Megara ♡

Simon Cowell ♡

Chancellor Esteban Flores ♡

friends + family…

╰┈➤ Thomas Barrow-

Thomas Barrow & friend!reader ♡✧

Thomas Barrow & teen!sister!reader ✧♡☽

╰┈➤ Miscellaneous-

Will Truman ♡

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ fandoms i write for ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹˚

╰► Downton Abbey

╰► Harry Potter

╰► A Series of Unfortunate Events

╰► Smosh

╰► Hercules (1997)

╰► The Lunar Chronicles

╰► Elena of Avalor

╰► Friends

╰► Will and Grace

╰► Elvis Presley + Elvis (2022)

╰► Seattle Mariners

╰► and probably others i’m forgetting so shoot me an ask 💌

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last updated: 5/14/24

╰┈➤ romanticize, fantasize, sentimentalize…nostalgize ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🩰

[flowerishness]

Rosa (var: "Rock and Roll")

Yea baby, it's a groovy "Rock and Roll" rose. Oh, behave!

[Sorry folks, I watched an Austin Powers movie last night.]

[loisfreakinglane]

2.19 // 2.20 Bonus:

[jovalencia]

I wanna kill your boyfriend!

[vintagecelebrityslides]

Michael Stipe - "Austin Powers" Premier, Mann's Chinese Theatre, 28 April 1997

Photographer: Gilbert Flores

[buzzterposey]

09/14/2022

[bowenandjohnson]

blank s1 had some cross-promotion with skam austin, i see. finally watching ella’s season & she’s watching clips of skam austin; mats comments on megan being eva’s american counterpart, and then compares ella to eva, which i obviously agree with, haha.

[thecryptidart1st]

Sketches of mostly my original characters Diesel-Mykel and Brett, who were ripped off inspired by Janice and Damian from Mean Girls (2004), in scenes of Janice and Damian from Mean Girls (2024) (with occasional appearance of Austin, who was ripped off inspired by Cady from Mean Girls (2004) in scenes of Cady from Mean Girls (2024))

[uh-velkommen]

Every now and then I catch myself drooling over a smoothie and question if Meglovessmoothies was just a quirky personality trait or if Americans are actually abnormally obsessed with smoothies and they arent common worldwide

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | drabble

“sleazy kisses in a back alley”

A/N: everyone say thank you to Lucien Flores for inspiring me to write pornstar!joel going a little…feral ;)

~word count: 2.2k~

Summary: it’s Tommy’s birthday, and you and Joel can’t keep your hands to yourselves for more than five minutes

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of the porn industry and other pornstars, porn with no plot litrally, intimacy, semi public sex, fingering, oral f!receiving, dom!joel, depraved filth, language, mentions of drinking and smoking, teasing, flirting, edging, established relationship, Joel calls you a dirty little slut in a non-derogatory way, sleazy makeout, cum tasting, Joel is a little horny shit, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, reader has no physical descriptions (only description is wearing a shimmery dress but nothing about the length/fit etc) readers nickname is baby love, +18 minors dni!

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Every pair of wandering eyes in this DTLA, heady, nightclub are glued in a trance to your boyfriend. It’s Tommy’s birthday, and despite the fact that somehow you and Joel have ended up in the same state that you both loathed for conjoining reasons, it was cathartic that you were doing this together.

The original plan was for Joel to rent out a local nightclub in Austin for Tommy’s birthday bash, but Pornhub offered to fly the three of you out to LA, along with the rest of Miller-Co for a proper birthday celebration.

That's how you found yourselves surrounded by familiar faces in the industry, and plenty anew. You caught up with old costars, reminiscing on the short lived ‘good times’ during your era at Brazzers. It was a bittersweet and unplanned reunion.

The question of the evening was centered around yours and Joel’s relationship, and you weren’t one to bask in the spotlight or the potential for scrutiny. But you handled their prying questions with grace, after all, humans are naturally curious creatures.

How do two pornstars maintain a healthy relationship?

“Just like the key to any successful relationship: communication.” You responded with grace.

There were a chorus of murmured agreements that went around the circle you found yourself in. Joel was nearby, an arm’s length away, close enough that you could brush up against one another. He was wearing a silly, flimsy party hat, adorned in gold chains draped along his neck and a bright patterned shirt with almost all the buttons undone. He looked like a whole goddamn meal, and dessert, and the greenies in the industry were absolutely eating him up.

He was politely declining opportunities to film with this group of amateur pornstars that flocked to him like a moth to flame. He had recently begun to stray from filming with partners outside of you. It was a personal decision that he made, and you of course supported him through and through. He was beginning to feel overwhelmed from the already stuffy atmosphere, the numerous voices in his ear, the pounding bass, and the beading sweat pooling along his forehead, was just enough for him to politely excuse himself for some fresh air.

You felt his warm palm encircle around your covered hip, squeezing you gently through the shimmery fabric of the dress you were wearing. “M’gonna head out for a smoke, and some fresh air, baby love.” He rasped, leaning over close enough that you could hear him.

You leaned into his touch, head tilting to the side and painted lips brushing the heart shaped patch in his beard, leaving a lip print stain of sinful red against his tanned skin. “Okay, baby.”

Warmth encased espresso brown eyes flicker to your gaze, his skin is flushed, pink hues turning to blues and purples from the flashing strobe lights. His brow raises, lips quirking upwards, sending a gush of arousal to flood the sticky heat between your thighs. You’re not wearing any panties tonight, and he knows this.

You watch as his eyes shamelessly dip downwards, drifting across every inch of your skin that he has spent countless hours kissing, biting, licking, and worshiping. Every ridge, valley, and bump. Every beauty mark, every inch of softness under his touch. He already can picture the sticky mess between your thighs where just under an hour ago, his head was buried between them, feasting on you with your ass firmly pressed against the hotel bathroom sink while you messed up his perfectly slicked back hair with ravenous, desperate tug to his roots.

He meets your gaze once more after he has fully drunk you in from top to bottom. He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his carton of cigarettes, flipping the top open with his thumb, feeling your eyes searing into his skin as he places a single cigarette between his plush lips.

“I’ll be waitin’ for ya, baby love.” He rasps, tilting his chin in a subtle nod. His hand that was still holding onto your hip, releases, and discreetly dipping under the fabric of your dress, ring clad knuckles digging into the soft flesh of your ass in a possessive manner that you only got a taste of on a rare occasion like tonight. “You know where to find me.” He added, departing from your close proximity in a suave manner that left you feeling breathless.

A warm tingle rolled down your spine like the condensation dripping down the edge of your glass. Your heart pounded to the heavy thump of the bass, and blood rushed in your ears as you watched him make his way through the crowd of sweaty bodies and exit through one of the nearest side doors.

You finish what is left of your mostly watered down drink, throwing the liquid down your throat and tossing the plastic cup in the nearest trash can. Your feet carry you towards the same exit door he left through minutes earlier. You waited simply to build up the growing tension and to flood your system with a wave of palpable suspense, and that insatiable itch that only he could fulfill.

And just like clockwork, you push open the heavy door, a gust of refreshing evening air blows over you, drowning out the heavy bass and overbearing voices as you step outside into the dimly lit back alley. The door swings shut, and the sole of your heels lightly scrape against the pebbled concrete.

You feel that electric buzz, the invisible string pulling you right into Joel’s vicinity.

And there he was, broad back leaned against the brick wall, hand cupped around the side of his face to block out any obstructing wind as he lit the end of the cigarette that was limply dangling between his lips.

He tilted his head back against the wall, inhaling the toxic smoke into his lungs, the lit end of the cigarette burning bright orange. He exhaled the smoke upwards in a gray cloud that dissipated into the night air.

His eyes locked onto you from a short distance away, and all it took for your feet to move again was the subtle flex of his pointer and middle finger curling at his side in a ‘come hither’ motion.

You find yourself wedged between his broad, jean clad thighs, your hands slowly sliding up the expanse of his broad, tanned chest, as his freehand moves to grasp your hip, pulling you flush against him. Your fingers toy with the gold chains adorned on his neck, twirling the metal in a flirtatious manner, “you have no right looking this good tonight, Joel. And upstaging your brother nonetheless?” You tut playfully.

The fabric of your shimmery dress bunches under his strong hands, gripping onto you like a vice. He chuckles, dipping his head down so he can rest his forehead against yours, “you don’t seem to have a problem with it, baby love. Took you all of five minutes to come and find me…” he trailed off, cigarette dipping down between his plush lips like fresh dew dripping down the delicate petal of a flower. “You want it that bad, huh?” He challenges you.

Smoke curls around your head like an ashy coil of a snake, wrapping and twisting, irritating your eyes, and fogging your mind. “Always want it bad, baby. Dripping like a fucking faucet between my thighs right now…” you blindly reach for his hand around your hip and guide it between your thighs.

“Switch with me.” He requests, fingers just barely dancing across your bare mound, thumb almost catching on your clit.

When you don’t immediately react to his request, he helps you, maneuvering your body from between his thighs, and pressing your back firmly against the brick wall. The broad expanse of his shoulders and chest crowd around you like a cloak as he leans in close, “Did you wear no panties for me, baby love? Couldn’t help yourself…hmm? Wanted to make sure I had easy access to you, and your needy little pussy?” He hums, taking one last drag from the cigarette before he flicks it off to the side. “Bet that everytime you close those pretty eyes tonight, all you could see was my head between your thighs, ain’t that right?”

One warm, calloused palm cups your cheek, thumb stroking gently across your cheekbone. He noses at your pulse point, soft curls tickling your cheek as he inhales a whiff of your perfume, groaning softly, lashes fluttering as he presses himself further against you.

“Always so fuckin’ wet for me, baby love. S’like your sweet pussy has a mind of her own…” he drawls, voice syrupy and low, sending a gush of wetness between your thighs. “She’s always thinkin’ of my cock stretchin’ her open, my fingers, my tongue, mmm…” he licks a hot stripe against your pulse point, kissing and nipping at the skin there. His freehand drops between your thighs, nudging them open as he slips his hand under your dress so he can feel you.

“Fuuck.” You mewl wantonly, melting into his touch like putty, “please, Joel. More—” you stumble over your words as his fingers spread you open, teasing and deliberate mininstrations that just aren’t enough.

“Please what, baby love? What do you want, hmm? Want me to keep talkin’ to you like this? You like that, don’t you? Think your pussy does…she’s dripping all over my fingers, naughty girl.” He tuts and tilts your chin upwards so your eyes meet his. He presses his forehead against yours, hot breath fanning your face, remnants of tobacco lingering on his tongue.

His eyes are like two black shining 8-balls, darker than usual, but all the more alluring. Your lips part, soft breaths escaping when he presses the pad of his thumb directly against your clit, “I want you to—shove your tongue down my throat, Joel. I want to taste your cigarette from the source. I want you to finger me in this alley, scissor me apart, and most of all…I want you to call me your dirty little slut.”

“Yeah?” He rasped, egging you on further, leaning in just enough that you could catch his lower lip between your teeth. “That’s all y’want, baby love? For me to call you my dirty little slut while you gush around my fingers? Mmm…say it again.” He nearly growls, rolling your clit between his fingers, pinching it gently causing you to whimper and arch your back against the wall.

“Please, Joel.” A whine crawls up your throat when his lips brush against yours, teasing you, edging you further as your walls clench and pulse around nothing but the salty air from the coastline breeze. “Call me your dirty little slut, baby. Do it.”

He surges forward, lips pressing against yours in a bruising kiss that is all teeth, tongue and no reserve: a sleazy makeout in a back alley, his skilled fingers prodding and pressing you open, slipping into your wet heat knuckle deep. The contrast of his thick digits clad in cool metal working you into a mess of moans and he has to physically steady you against the wall when your knees begin to buckle.

“That’s it, baby love.” He preens, mumbling against your locked lips, fingers scissoring you, shallowly thrusting into your gushing hole. Your slick drips and trickles down the side of his hand, glistening under the faint glow from the single streetlight. “Look at you, baby love. All pretty and gushing around my fingers like the good little dirty slut that my girl is. Your pussy sounds so gorgeous right now. You hear the sounds she’s makin?’”

You grip his forearm for support, nails digging into his flesh while your freehand is tangled through the back of his curls, keeping him right where you want him. You moan into the kiss, rolling your hips into his hand, wanting more—whatever he’ll give you. “F—fuck. Oh my god.” You cry, eyes rolling back into your skull, thighs trembling, quivering.

“Yeah, that’s it baby love. I got you right where I want you. Keep squeezin’ my fingers, jus’ like that, good girl.” He praises you, curling his fingers rapidly against the soft spongy spot inside of you that sends your hips bucking into his hand in tandem. “That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers, my pretty, dirty, little baby love.”

You squeeze and pulse around his fingers, riding out your high as you cry out his name over and over again. There’s a soft squelching sound heard between your thighs when he slips his fingers out, coated in your creamy honey, glistening along his thick fingers. He audibly groans at the sight of you staining his skin, and you watch as he ravenously sucks his fingers into his mouth, winding his tongue around them so he can taste all of you.

“So fuckin’ sweet, baby love. All for me, right? That creamy little pussy gushes her sweet nectar all for Joel.” He rasps, pressing his fingers down along your lower lip, still wet with his saliva and your cum, “taste yourself, baby. Taste how fuckin’ sweet you are.”

You stare up at him, pupils blown, entranced with an endearing dumb look on your face nodding as you suck his fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste. And in the midst of it all, somehow that silly party hat on his head didn’t fall off once.

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[loisfreakinglane]

Stephanie Jacobsen and Brian Austin Green in TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES // 2.09 “Complications”

[thatgirlcreations]

༄ Valentina Flores

Hot new girl in town Valentina Flores, age 22 living in the lower part of manhattan New York after a bad breakup with her ex boyfriend Austin Roswell. Valentina specializes in doing photoshoots and designing materials for high top models and clients here and there at the curve agency. By @bbygyal123

Even though she’s just living her life alone in the city with her cat Flo, who knows what will happen in the future for her.

[hauntedjohnny]

STAR-CROSSED

ana flores / leland mckinney

wc: 1.5k synopsis: admist the trip to find maria, leland wakes in the night to find ana gazing at the stars

A gentle breeze coaxed Leland from his slumber, eyebrows knitting together as he sheltered himself from the intruder. His nose twitched at the relentless nipping as if he were a rabbit gathering intel. Something was amiss. Sleep became a distant memory as he sat up with a light groan. The sense of dread ached in his chest. With a click of his neck, Leland tried to find the source of his discomfort. A slither of blue light guided his eyes to the discarded quilt blanket laying next to Sonny's snoring form.

Five days had passed since everyone left Austin— nothing but a van, a tent, and a blaze of hope to accompany them. Sleep didn't come easy. Days of pleading with strangers, days of pitiful smiles, days of dead ends. It lingered in the air, a poison slowly suffocating everyone as they put on their masks to face the day. It was harder to hide at night. Everyone felt it but it remained unspoken.

Bracing himself with his blanket, he followed the breadcrumbs of light into the open. The air was a contrast to the day's struggle; it was invigorating and clear. Leland tried to rid himself of his paranoia— she's probably gone to find Jules. It wasn't uncommon for her to stick with Julie these days, her soul sought the comfort of an older sister. Gravel and dirt dug into the soles of his feet as he inched towards the tent pitched next to the van. The moon watched him hesitate as the crunches got louder; the small chance he'd wake them or see something he shouldn't gnawed the front of his mind. But, before he could get ahead of himself, he shook his head as if his mind were an etch-a-sketch erasing the doubts he doodled. He'd rather have the girls laugh at his concern than have another one go missing. His layer of protection slipped from his shoulders as he fiddled with the tent's zip. Before he could open it, a sniffle echoed through the field behind him.

It wasn't hard for Leland to find Ana. There was a glow around her, as if she were the moon against a vast sky and he were a burly telescope gravitating towards her light. His hand found its way to the back of his neck as he assessed the situation. They first met in the early autumn; Leland admits he was an ass, he got intimidated by the girl and spouted some cocky childish bullshit that would've made all his high-school buddies laugh. A shiver of shame ran down his spine as he thought about who he used to be. College changed him. His friends changed him. He's been trying to make it up to her ever since but Ana is stubborn, says she won't let herself fall for his so called 'tricks'. After a lot of dramatic pouting, Maria told him she just has a hard time opening up to new people, choosing to skip over her theory about Ana having an unwanted crush on the guy.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Her voice was raw— stringy tendons trying to keep her together when it was clear grief was eating her alive. If she thought a snappy comment would send him back to the van, she would be sorely mistaken.

“Just needed to know if you were safe,” He offered, not wanting to upset her further.

Ana's hunched form froze as her arms grew tighter around her knees, her lips pulling into a tight line to prevent the tightness in her chest from bursting. Leland could see her walls crumbling, the last brick kicked over by his words. With a shaky sigh, her back hit the scratchy grass. Stars sparked behind her eyes as her palms ushered away any potential tears.

“I know.” The words were clear amongst the silence, despite getting stuck in her throat.

Vulnerability hovered around her for a moment before melting into the ground. Leland took its place beside her, soaking it up so she wouldn't have to drown in it. Not a word was uttered between them as they stared at the expanse above them— winking glows from a billion years ago staring straight back at them. Time began to blur, the grass imprints on Leland's bare back itched at him to move. The silence was thick, not uncomfortable, but constrained as if it were a dam about to break, waiting for the words to flow.

“What do you think happens when we die?”

A whisper so soft it barely broke the silence. Leland turned to face her, taking in the words he wasn't certain he heard. Ana's face gave off a stale glow— glistening eyes telling her secrets, glistening cheeks reflecting her sorrows. Like curtains blocking out light, her eyes fluttered closed in protection. He knew what she was thinking; he felt it deep in his soul.

“Hey," He needed her to look at him, "We're gonna find her." He needed her to know he believed his words. A calloused palm lay halfway between them, an unspoken lifeline he wishes she'd take.

A beat passed, allowing her to breathe in his belief. She held it in her lungs, allowing it to consume her before expelling it with a sigh.

“Just humour me, McKinney.”

With a sigh of his own, he turned back to the stars as if they held the answer.

“I dunno,” he mumbled with a shrug, “never been a believer of much…”

Now free from his burning stare, Ana's eyes gravitated towards the boy beside her. Despite the purple craters under his eyes, an immense light radiated from his pale skin. Some days it was too bright, it hurt her to stare, but here, doused in the moon's coolness, it was entrancing. Leland mulled over the question in his head, a soft pout on his lips as he remembers a conversation he'd had months ago— a ramble from Sonny about how everything in the universe is made of the same matter, almost like reincarnation.

“Stardust.” He whispered to himself.

A confused hum fell from her lips as she was pulled from her trance, prompting him to speak up.

“Sonny says we’re all made of stardust or something, apparently." His tongue swept wet his lips as he cleared the nervousness out of his throat. "Only makes sense that we turn home one day..." his eyes flickered towards her for a second, "to watch over the ones we love.”

The sky felt brighter as she turned back to face it. The glow of a billion stories lighting the surrounding darkness, constellations witnessing this moment, the same millennia ago. Ana's sorrows dissolved into the night, joining the graveyard above. For a moment, she felt less alone. For a moment, she understood. All the burning prayers, the burning wonders, the burning meaning, the burning love that guided her through the darkness. Love is all we have— the devoted constant in life. Everything Ana does is for love, because everything Maria does is for love. Her hand found its way to Leland's, the soft grip making their pulses harmonise as the stars thrummed in tandem. She let the tranquility wash over her, reuniting with a peace she hadn't seen in a while. A memory of Maria whispered through the breeze as she found the hidden beauty of the stars. This is us, Ana.

"That's beautiful, Lee."

For the first time that night, she meets his eye. It was as if she saw him for the first time. There was a burning star inside his chest, eating away at the shadows, guiding her in this moment. It twinkled in his eyes and it tingled in his fingertips. Leland's soul tickled Ana's skin, a fine dust seeping into her bones, merging with her own. The privacy of her soul was invaded as every mote of dust blazed hotter than it would alone. Together, just as there is no one isolated star in the vast firmament, there was a unified hope inside them all. Together, they were two souls connecting under the glow of those past, unaware they too would soon join the graveyard.

Noticing the goosebumps that pepper her skin, Leland decides it's time to call it a night. Hands still connected, he pulls Ana up and out of her daze. Before he can guide her back, she pulls him flush against her, the warmth of his embrace giving life to her once stale glow.

"Thank you." She speaks to his chest, allowing the uttered asteroid to pierce straight into his heart.

Lips pressed against her hair in reply, as beams of peaceful tenderness radiated from their fused form. Tomorrow would be a better day as long as they were together; they needed eachother more than they knew. Ana pulled away, the twinkle in Leland's eye now reflected in her own. They were blissfully unaware that this newfound hope would be a solace on the darkest night of their lives. The story was already written: two doomed stars crashing in the night, hounded by fate as they part ways at dawn.

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07/10/2022

[somehhuuuhh]

my oc but if they have pets✨️

Me just rambling about them and their pets below the cut

Beige

If Beige gets a pet, the pet has to be the color beige, so that why I chose the barn owl! Barn owls are somewhat Beige and bran owls are fucking scary with their soulless back eyes. It's perfect for someone who acts soulless as well.

I think she will named the owl something fancy like Fiddlesticks. I like to think that Fiddlesticks knows who to dance and goes to beauty pageant, but for birds.

Austin/Ice/Flame

Idk why, but I think they would get a tortoise or find a tortoise. Tortoise are so cute and VERY heavy when they grow up. I like to think Austin will try to pick her up sometimes because one, she likes to be carryed and two, Austin wants to build up strength cuz he's really weak when it comes to using he's nonexistent muscles.

I think they named their tortoise Flore cuz she likes to eat flowers. They probably found them in au, and she was small when they found her. I think sometimes Austin will ride her(don't worry, he weighs like nothing)even though she is sooooooooooooooooooooo slow.

Rocky🪨

Rocky will probably pick a bunny because bunnies are cute , and Rocky has bunnies ear attached to her hoodie, so it's perfect.

I like to think the bunny name is Jimmy cuz why not. Rocky is pretty lazy with names. I think she and Jimmy will meet by her accidentally thinks that Jimmy was plushie, and you know her she LOVES plushies, but then she realizes that it's not a plushie but is just alive. She didn't want to leave it on the streets, so she took care of him.

Breloom

Breloom will have a fishy cuz he wants to start something easy to take care of and don't want anything dangerous. So Rocky and Austin suggested that he should get a fish. Fish live in water, and water doesn't hurt him.

Breloom will call the fishy Vapor cuz every time he thinks about water, he thinks about Vaporeon. Even fishes don't do much, Breloom will keep looking at him with those fascinating eyes of his.

As for me, I want a dog, but my parents say no so I guess I have to go with a pet rock