#star gazing fic

[sexysirius]

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Summary: you and Nick have a star gazing date

Pairing: Nick x gender neutral reader

Word count: 596

Warnings: Nothing except so much fluff that might cause diabetes :p

Type: Fluff fluff and more fluff

Nick’s GCSE exams have just ended and both of you wanted to celebrate. It took Nick less than a minute to come up with this idea since he knows how much you loved stars and constellations.

You met at around 6:30 pm at James park. You’d planned it as a picnic and star gazing date. You’d brought some sandwiches and orange juice and laid it out on the classic red and white checkered cloth which was laid out on the grass. Nick had brought some chocolate chip cookies which you love so much.

Nick was sitting upright with his back rested along the bark of a tree lazily moving his fingers across your hair. You were lying down with your head rested on his legs.

“You really love my curls, don’t you?” You asked when the pink tint on his cheeks became evident.

“As a matter of fact I do, as much as you love me speaking French.” He said with a smug grin .

“I do not..I mean it’s good to hear you speak french I mean your French is good…the grammar and fluency…” you were stuttering at this point and you knew it

“Aww, no need to get all worked up, mon amour” he said with a smirk which turned into a full blown laughter.

“Nick Nelson, are you laughing at me?” You asked as you got up to sit upright facing him.

“Oh love, I love how you love my French.” he said pulling you towards him and making you sit on his lap.

You blushed fiercely and it only made him laugh more and god was it adorable.

You put your arms around his neck and you laid your head on his shoulder. You wanted to do this and be this for the rest of your lives and you knew it.

It was around 8pm when you were able to trace the stars to form the constellations.

You were able to make out Rigel, Bellatrix, Betelgeuse and Saiph which made a rough rectangular shape.

“Look that is Rigel and to the left, the brightest one is Saiph. Now travel upwards along Saiph and the next brightest star is Betelgeuse and now go right and you’ll find Bellatrix which is not that much bright but these 4 form the rough rectangular shape.” You took a piece of paper and drew a rough diagram as you saw on the sky and Nick was able to spot it immediately. You went onto explain Orion’s Belt and stars thereby tracing the path along the infamous Orion constellation.

You were able to identify the Pictor constellation and the three stars forming it- alpha, beta and delta pictoris with beta being the brightest.

“Are you feeling bored?” You asked look at Nick.

“No, absolutely not. I’m just amazed at how much you know about stars and constellations and now I’m completely understanding your obsession with Sirius Orion Black.” He said with a laugh.

“Well, he is the brightest star in the sky with a doomed life and if that isn’t ironical I don’t know what is.”

“I know y/n. It’s almost like it makes sense for his ending to be like that you know.” He said thinking more about the topic

“Yeah, that’s what makes it even more interesting.”

You and Nick lay beside one another and were spotting constellations and lazily playing with each other’s fingers for a long time and it felt like home. Nick felt like home.

“I love you” you whispered in his ear before snuggling into him.

“I love you too” he said holding onto you.

A/N: So yes I am obsessed with Sirius black if it’s not evident from this fic.

[baeshijima]

hmmm.... thoughts about composer!reader, whose pieces are always created for and featured in mr reca's films/projects.

people aren't sure when it first started, but in the release of one of his prior films was an ost. of course, it's not unusual to have music in such projects, but that one had felt... different, somehow — in the way its composition struck the chords of many, with billions across the cosmos instantly scouring for who made that piece.

it, of course, didn't take all that long when your name was featured in the credits. however there was barely any information aside from your name and credentials. (seriously, how could there not even be a single photo?!) no one knew what you looked like for quite a long time, only ever recognising your name and your music; even despite the numerous interviews, mr reca had never disclosed anything about you other than your talents. it came to a point where everyone believed they would never see your appearance.

well, until all hell broke loose during the annual intergalactic film awards, that is.

everyone already knew the drill — if mr reca had directed a film that year, it would undoubtedly win the adapted/original screenplay, cinematography, directing, production design, sound, music (original score and song), and film of the year awards, which also led to you winning both the music awards. usually, the composers would be the ones to collect said awards. however, the masses have become used to mr reca being the one to collect them on your behalf with thank you's also on your behalf.

that's how it's been ever since you made your mark in the universe, and so it really is understandable the uproar created by those in and out of attendance when the one who went collect the two awards wasn't the esteemed director, but a completely unfamiliar person; you.

you are definitely younger than they originally thought, having believed it must have been someone of a senior status of sorts to have consistently created such masterpieces. all eyes are trained on you as you step on stage and into the limelight for the first time, the light enhancing your features and formal attire when approaching the mic with a small flashcard in hand. your mouth opens, and the audience leans in with baited breaths as they await your first words.

...only for nothing to come out.

everyone watches a little dumbfounded as you try to talk once more but, aside from gaping like a fish, your efforts remain futile. it doesn't take long for you to clamp your mouth and eyes shut, even raising the awards in front of you in an attempt to shield your face from the crowd.

you... you were just really shy. or maybe a little...socially awkward, perhaps...? if this was the reason you never showed yourself, then they're beginning to understand why...

it passes in a blur — quite literally in that of brown. one moment you are alone on the stage, the next you have the presence of the renown director standing slightly in front of you, as though acting as a shield from the many prying eyes.

"apologies," he begins, his usual smile on display, "but my dearest composer has been suffering with a sore throat these past few days. on their behalf, we thank you all kindly for your support in our work."

and then he swiftly leaves with you tucked under and shielded by his coat, murmuring unreadable words to you as you both disappear backstage and leave everyone in a state of frenzy; to both those inside the ceremonial hall, and to those watching live elsewhere.

(it was only discovered after the awards ceremony concluded what the director had said to you, with the uploader being dubbed as a holy saint for their contributions to society. while the visual aspects of the video itself were not the clearest, barely anyone had it within themselves to complain when the audio was clear as crystal:

"and here i thought you were going to be brave and face your stage fright after all that pep-talk you gave yourself on the way here."

"i'm sorry... i really thought i could do it this time..."

"now, now, i'm merely teasing. you made a big step just making an appearance here today. i know how much courage this took for you, and i'm proud of you for facing it."

"really...?"

"but of course. i'm always proud of you, [name]. there is not a moment where i haven't been.")

(it also was not long until the cosmos was taken by storm when various pictures snapped during the awards ceremony spread. the millions of candids featuring you were one of the most liked and shared, with the top spot joined by the sequence of pictures taken of mr reca's soft expression when watching you onstage, into his realisation of your predicament, into him running onstage and shielding you from the cameras when making your way backstage.)

(...the drastic influx of fan accounts dedicated to both you alone and to you and reca should really be a studied phenomenon.)

[lunarmoves]

Helloooooo how are you celebrating Sebastian’s birthday today?? >u<

ITS HIS BIRTHDAY????

[paceprompting]

what do stars do?

written for ‘stargazing’ | wc: 1000 # | steddie | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: stardust au, alternate first meeting, mention of stancy (goes nowhere), human steve harrington, fallen star eddie munson, light angst

@steddieholidaydrabbles

All Steve was worried about was finding the star.

He had watched it fall from the sky right there with Nancy, sat with him on a plaid blanket for a romantic picnic of champagne and strawberries while talking about plans for grand travels and romantic aspirations.

It had a cracked a piece in his chest when she’d laughed at him. She didn’t mean anything by it, though. He knew that.

But Nancy was all he’d ever wanted. She was all he needed to start getting his life started.

Nancy said she wanted the star. If she had the star, then she would give Steve her heart.

But all he could find was a crater.

He scraped up his hands scaling down the rock, and tore his jeans at the knee. Standing in the center, it had to be nearly a mile wide, with dark burn scars spidering out through the rock.

Something had hit the ground. But with no jagged crystal of space rock in the middle, all Steve could deduce was that someone else had come upon his prize first.

How was he possibly going to prove his love to Nancy now?

He had nothing.

Steve carded his fingers into his hair, letting out a dejected sound toward the sky for only the moon and stars to hear.

Too bad they didn’t warn him to look out for the branch.

 A heavy weight smacked across the back of Steve’s shoulder and into the side of his head, bark pieces breaking off into his face. He stumbled forward onto the knee he’d already torn up, and added a fresh set of cuts to the heel of his hands.

His head throbbed, vision spinning as Steve forced himself back onto his feet. He spun around to face his surprise assailant, holding one arm out wide as a defense.

It worked well enough to send the blurry shape backing off in the other direction, holding a wide, long shape that must have been their weapon.

“What the fuck?” he hissed, pressing his fingers into his temple until his vision finally cleared. “You hit me!”

The mass of dark, wild curls caught his attention first, framing these wide, dark eyes. Steve felt as though the night sky was staring at him. He realized second that he was looking at a man, with hair tumbling past his shoulders, and these loose, shining shirt and trousers on his tall and lanky body. 

Soft, silvery light seemed to glow from underneath his pal skin—not a reflection of the moon, but shining from him.

Steve must have been hit harder on the head than he thought.

This stranger had not relaxed at all, still holding his branch at the ready to wield with the utmost violence if Steve moved his little finger wrong.

Despite the strange aura of silver that Steve couldn’t seem to blink away, the man had definitely been through much worse than climbing into a crater. A giant red and purple bruise had bloomed across his shoulder where his shirt had shifted over. A gash on his hairline dripped a scarlet line of blood all the way down to the hollow of his throat. And he wouldn’t quite put all his weight on his back foot, not the mention his bruised and scratched legs.

And he was utterly barefoot.

“Where am I?” the man demanded, shaking his heavy branch.

Steve answered slowly, unsure whether or not this was some horrible trick question.

“Indiana?”

The man’s eyes widened even further, mouth dropping open to transform it into horrified. His breath quickened, chest rising and falling ever faster. He even lowered his weapon, the strength fading from his arms.

“No…” His voice barely made it out of his throat, until the stranger let out this deep shout of frustration and chucked his weapon. “No, I’m notsupposed to be here.”

Steve scoffed, struggling to find sympathy when his skull still ached. “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. But if you’ve been here a while, maybe you’ve seen a fallen star around here?”

If he could salvage this horrible night, it would be worth the head trauma. And he could get away from this unnatural stranger.

The shining man fixed Steve with a withering scowl, his wild hair adding dark shadows around his face that intensified the fury.

“You’re really just fucking with me.”

Steve set his hands on his hips. “I’m really not.”

“Did you happen to miss the big damn crater you’re in right now?” The man threw his arms out to the side, though he seemed to regret it when he clenched his teeth and winced horribly afterward.

“No, I didn’t,” Steve said, near seething. “This is obviously where it fell, thank you.”

A hollow, mocking laugh came out of the man’s mouth.

“Exactly. Right here is where a star crash landed when up there,” He threw a pointed finger toward the night sky. “Is where it should actually be! Shining! Glittering! Not talking to a moron asking idiotic questions of an injured, bleeding person!”

As the man’s voice rose louder and louder, the glow from his skin shone brighter and brighter until Steve had to raise his hand over his eyes and force his gaze away. He could even feel a radiating heat on his skin where the shine reached him from nearly ten feet away.

It wasn’t until the glow dulled enough for Steve to safely uncover his eyes and he actually saw the silver light seep back into the man’s body that he came to a wonderfully horrible realization,

“You’re the star?”

It was supposed to be this…this rock. A lump of beautiful space dust that Steve could present to the love of his life.

Not a wild man with dark eyes, who fucking glowed when he got upset and was covered so head to toe in injuries, Steve was sure he’d pass out before he made it out of the crater they were in.

He was completely screwed.

[coldarena]

you should see our hemisphere fanart for the dog star by @ackackh

[http-suhaa]

STAR-GAZED, 01. LOOK WHO GOT ACCEPTED !!

PREV | MASTERLIST | NEXT

A/N ; after like.. a whole almost a year now.. i finally officially (probably) remove S-G from its temporary discontinuation 🙏🙏

SYPNOSIS :: L/N Y/N a new freshman in her dream university 'DECELIS UNIVERSITY' and where she encounters dashing, handsome and populer guys, will she find LOVE? Or will she find RIVALRY?

[writingoncloudydays]

Starlight Date Night

Summary: Dean goes on a cute starlight date with Castiel to have a break from their chaotic lives.

Warnings: None, just some cute short fluff since I haven't posted anything yet.

0.62k words

Castiel and Dean found solace from the chaos of their daily lives in the sleepy town of Kanas, nestled under a blanket of twinkling stars. The night was warm, the air alive with the symphony of crickets and the whisper of the wind rustling through the trees. But it was the company they cherished most, lying side by side on the hood of Dean's beloved Chevy Impala.

Dean's Impala was more than just a car; it was a sanctuary, a symbol of freedom, and a steadfast companion on countless adventures. And tonight, it served as the perfect stage for their private rendezvous under the celestial canopy.

Castiel gazed up at the vast expanse of the night sky, his eyes tracing the constellations with a childlike wonder. "Dean, look," he said, pointing to an exceptionally bright star. "That one reminds me of the first time we met."

Dean followed Castiel's gaze, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I remember," he replied, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "You fell from heaven and landed right in front of me."

Castiel chuckled, the sound like music to Dean's ears. "I suppose you could say that," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I prefer to think of fate as bringing us together."

Dean reached out and intertwined his fingers with Castiel's, their hands fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces. "Yeah, well, whatever it was, I'm sure glad it happened," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, content to bask in each other's presence and the tranquil beauty of the night. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two and the promise of endless possibilities stretching before them.

Dean couldn't help but marvel at the sheer perfection of the moment as they lay there. Here he was, with the person he loved more than anything, sharing a quiet moment of intimacy beneath the stars. Moments like these made all the struggles and sacrifices worth it.

"Hey, Cas?" Dean said, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Dean?" Castiel replied, turning to look at him with a gentle smile.

"I just wanted to say...thank you," Dean said, his voice thick with emotion. "For everything. For always being there for me, never giving up on me, even when I gave you every reason to."

Castiel's smile softened, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Dean, you don't have to thank me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You've given me more than I could ever ask for. You've given me love, hope, and a reason to keep fighting, even when the world seems dark and hopeless."

Dean felt a lump form in his throat as he reached out to cup Castiel's cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "I love you, Cas," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Castiel leaned into Dean's touch, his eyes shining with love and adoration. "And I love you, Dean," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "More than words could ever express."

They closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss that spoke volumes of their love. And as they lost themselves in each other's embrace, the stars above bore witness to the beauty of their love, a love that would endure for eternity.

For in each other's arms, Castiel and Dean had found their home, their sanctuary, their reason to believe that no matter what trials life threw their way, as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm.

And so, beneath the starlit canopy, they lay entwined, hearts beating as one, two souls bound together for all eternity in a love that burned brighter than the stars themselves.

[meriwetherwrites]

some meta on the depiction of trauma in TV and fanfic

Taking a break from writing to do a little musing. The effects of trauma are a running theme in my fic.  You’ll see it in just about everything I write about Tim Gutterson, but it creeps in when I’m writing Kirk, Bashir, Chakotay, Loretta McCready, and even Alex Krycek too, when I can justify it.  I am not a trained psychologist by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s something I’ve studied to a certain extent and something that I think some TV shows really fail to explore adequately when they decide to give a character a particularly traumatic background.

It’s a trope, at this point, for a law enforcement character to have had an abusive childhood and/or military career. That’s unsurprising, because it lets the TV show’s writers get away with having the characters do pretty outrageous things sometimes and then blame it on that backstory, and by the time it happens, often we’re rooting for it (consider in Justified when Raylan shoots his abusive father in the leg—if you didn’t cheer, you probably at least thought about it).

Traumatic experiences fundamentally alter people’s brains, and people find a whole lot of healthy and unhealthy ways to deal with it.  There’s a lot of research showing that trauma in childhood has particularly powerful effects—the ACE (adverse childhood experience) score is one way of measuring the effects of certain types of trauma, though as this article notes, it doesn’t account for many other types of trauma or instability.  Dissociation, hyperarousal, and hypervigilance are very common results of certain kinds of trauma (one reason that it’s so sad in Harry Potter when Mad-Eye Moody is always shouting “Constant vigilance!”) because those are adaptive skills that people have to develop when they’re in chronic traumatic situations, and it’s very hard to let go of them when you don’t need them anymore.

I’m pretty relaxed about the different terminology I use in fic, often because the characters themselves are going to have their own attitudes toward PTSD/however they interpret their own responses to their experiences, which isn't always to call it PTSD or even acknowledge it as anything other than maybe having a drinking problem. But I try to be careful about two things:

(1) not letting people off the hook for being assholes, even when it’s an understandable learned response to trauma they’ve experienced

“Funny,” Loretta says. “Sure seems like you’re out there waitin’ on somebody comin’ out to tell you how it ain’t that bad what you said, don’t you worry about it, like you’re the one been done wrong somehow.” Tim stiffens. “Never said anything like that.” Loretta looks pointedly at his hands and he realizes he’s going through the automatic motions of fixing up his coffee with some whiskey. “Jesus, what do you want, I’m just clearing my head. I got plenty of food in my stomach to soak it up.” Loretta’s expression breaks some, worse than he’s seen it before. “Like I said, neither of you’s my brother or my boyfriend or my daddy, that I oughta trouble about either of you. So you go on ahead and just sit outside, until you got Jimmy twisted up enough, feelin’ bad for how sad you are, that he comes out to make you feel better over everythin’ you said.” Fuck, he feels like she just reached into his guts and twisted them herself. “You ever,” he asks, and his voice is raw. “You ever worry you’ll turn into your old man?” She looks at him awhile. “No,” she says at last. “Maybe you oughta worry about it more.” 

(hooked on being low, chapter 7)

and (2) not giving in to the impulse to have quick fixes/cured by the power of love:

“I’m not gonna just—get better,” Tim tells Raylan, when he breaks away for a breath. “You know that, right? The shit that’s in my head don’t go away.” “I know,” Raylan says, and then, stronger, “I know, Tim.” He slides his fingers into Tim’s newly-shorn hair and kisses him again up against the bathroom wall. Arlo’s old room is just on the other side of the wall, but it’s empty, he reminds himself. Tim emptied it out for him, and now there’s nothing there at all—no monster, no ghost, no remnants. Only the smell of fresh paint. Tim grips at his shoulders, hands still wet, and Christ but Raylan’s wanted this bad since the last time he touched Tim, and the time before that, and the time before that. “I’m not gonna just fall asleep together and wake up cuddling,” Tim says, and his voice gets rougher when Raylan pulls their hips together. “Prob’ly never.”

(other things than smart, chapter 6)

Unless it’s a specific plot point, TV shows tend to smooth over the PTSD that characters would experience as a result of the things that have happened to them.  That’s understandable, because if people in episodic television actually reacted the way that normal humans would to everything that happens to them, it would make adventure television very depressing and not very interesting to watch (Battlestar Galactica walks this line, sometimes).  But fic is a great place to explore that, because a character can have what’s basically a Heroic BSOD or a series of recurring episodes that really does inconvenience everyone and effectively shut down the progression of the other storylines for as long as you need.

My Justified series older and further away is probably the most extreme example of this, since the fulcrum fic (hooked on being low) involves Tim basically having a total breakdown post-series and spending months on leave, mostly drinking and lashing out at people before starting to get his shit together gradually.  (You’ll probably see me discuss the events of this series more in the future, because it’s one of my personal favorites).

[megsiepoo]

           "And I'm sick of dying, man." Scout grit his teeth, his body trembling. "I know we've got respawn so it shouldn't matter. But it hurts dying. I hate doing it all the time. I hate how no one seems to care about dying anymore. And I hate... I hate how it hurts a little less every time."             He turned his eyes up to Sniper, tears rimming the edges. All Sniper wanted to do was take his thumbs and wipe those tears away. He hated seeing Scout upset like this. But Scout wasn't finished yet.

Wooo Day three let's gooooo

Day 3 - drink night/stars

I offer you some Speeding Bullet angst. I realized I haven't really given any of these guys much trauma. But you know me, so of course I need some comfort with my hurt lol

Thanks for reading and feedback appreciated as always!

[m0th-h]

@cosmic-kinglet Have I even written the first chapter yet? No. BUT THAT WON'T STOP ME FROM THINKING ABOUT AFTERMATH SCENARIOS--

Eclipse would be very shaky around bright lights, especially when they're coming from a small source. Titan is gonna have to get used to sleeping in complete and utter darkness (along with the most bone-crushing cuddles he's ever experienced)

Although, there are moments where someone will walk in on Eclipse during a bad day, staring blankly at a light bulb, unblinking. They'd nudge him away from the light source into a comfortably quiet and dim room.

I can imagine Eclipse would prefer smaller rooms afterward, Dark Sun's 'house' was essentially just a large amount of vast empty rooms, small rooms just feel safer.

Eclipse would be much less talkative, stopping himself mid usual rant out of habit from hus time with Dark Sun. Dark Sun was always a fan of working in silence.

Anyways I promise I'm working on the fic and not just fantasizing avout it 😭

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair/CT-9901 | Hunter Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9901 | Hunter Additional Tags: Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Ficlet, Inspired by TBBS3E5, Doubt, Light Angst, Love Confessions, Fluff, They're Bad at Communicating, It's all in the Gaze, Slightly Poetic Form, POV CT-9904 | Crosshair Series: Part 38 of Crosshair/Hunter Summary:

That look, it lingers, hangs in the cold and open air between them… that look of… just kiss me already!

POV Crosshair’s with slightly poetic form in there as inspired by TBB S3E5.

Part of Cross/Hunt series

[coldshrugs]

45 and 55 for estinien and io? ;--;

thank you owen!! 🥰

45. Can they fall asleep without the other?

they can, however this is where they'd miss each other the most while away? once they started cohabitating, they got very used to it very quickly. it's much more comfortable to have the other near when it's time to sleep. though they still keep separate quarters (mostly for appearances), when they're in the same place for a long time, they end up staying in the same place overnight.

55. Do they like watching clouds or star gazing?

yeah!! io, especially, loves to star gaze. estinien is happy to join her and listen to little facts she might share. but it's an excuse to cuddle in a scenic place away from the rest of the world, and they're both always down for that.

[lunarmoves]

hi!! i was wondering, are u going to continue the sebastian solace fic? not trying to pressure u! It's just that i really really enjoy the way u write (i'm considering watching that wukong movie just to understand ur other fics LOL) and wanted to know if i should keep waiting for the next part :)

hello beloved! yes i will be continuing the sebastian fic dw LOL i just really need to excise this stupid monkey fic from my head first. consider it a little intermission before the next chapter haha.

on that note, im not entirely sure when ch5 will be coming out tbh 🤔 my hyperfixation on fish man has died down a little so i will be slower with writing it i think. but! i am determined to finish this fic even if it’s the last thing i do 🙂‍↕️

also yess join me 🌀 ooo u wanna watch lego monkie kid sooo badddd ooo 🌀 (<- me trying to hypnotize u)

[persimminwrites]

something something star wars soul eater au where the relationship between a jedi and their lightsaber is the same as the relationship between a meister and their weapon in the soul eater series

[amarald]

You and me, we will find a future in the stars. And we can’t find one? Guess there’s gonna be a new constellation in the sky

Aftermare week by @bluepallilworld

[http-suhaa]

STAR GAZED

stargazing noun [U] (LOOKING AT STARS/PLANETS)

the activity of looking up at the stars and objects in space as a hobby, as part of scientific study, or as part of astrology

SYPNOSIS :: L/N Y/N a new freshman in her dream university 'DECELIS UNIVERSITY' and where she encounters dashing, handsome and populer guys, will she find LOVE? Or will she find RIVALRY?

PAIR :: Chess player!Lee Heeseung x Fem!Reader // Chess player!Park Sunghoon x Fem!Reader (Romantic to platonic)

GENRE :: Drama (AESPA) ,, Romance ,, Comedy ,, Rom-Com

FT :: ENHA members (hyung line only) ,, Hwang Hyunjin from STRAY KIDS ,, Yu Ji-min (Karina) From AESPA ,, & OCS (Original Characters)

TW !! ;; Love triangle.. (Between Heeseung and Sunghoon) ,, SWEARING ,, my grammer sucks since English isn't my first language >_< ,, and people is a bit of out of character since I don't know their personality that much so please bear with me

Note ! :: my first smau and this was my idea dew months ago in my old account called @l0-vs1ck >< this is based on my favorite C-DRAMA (Chinese drama) called "METEOR GARDEN" so I hope you enjoy and have a pleasant reading!!

Playlist :: STARS >< by suh4xxdsie

TAGLIST :: OPEN (ask if you wanna be in it! In the comments or in the inbox)

The genggg 😋 (YNS gang) — F4 (HEES gang) — HIghschiol ganggg (Yns Highscoll Gang)

00 . Introduction (written :: 0.6k words)

01 . LOOK WHO GOT ACCEPTED !!

02 . kicked that mf

03 . Ghost in the girls bathroom?

04. 2 milkteas and u

05. Wonyoung!

06. ME and MY bestFRIEND

TBC!!...