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welcome to gosverse ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁·ꕤ
saint ꩜ 20 / pansexual ꩜ infp-t ꩜ fem!she/her
jazz/rock ꩜ lars ✶ ryland ✶ driver ꩜ freaked out beehive
꒰♡꒱༘ leopard bambi princess ꒰♡꒱༘ gosverse masterlist!
guys. ken. unfortunately i need him real bad.
paws ⏾ ݁·𓇬 ݁·.| “i never knew you could hold moonlight in your hands.”
lars lindstrom x fem!reader
—established relationship.
LARS had been thinking about holding your hand for so long that the thought had started appearing at inconvenient times.
the though arrived while he was at work, while he was standing in line at the grocery shop, during church services when he was supposed to be listening. sometimes it appeared in the middle of entirely unrelated thoughts, slipping quietly into his mind and refusing to leave.
guys i’m sicker than a motherfucker right now but i’m working on a lars fic, i’ll try to post later.
europa‧₊˚♪ 𝄞𝄢 | “i’m your jazz singer, and you’re my cult leader.” [hcs]
sebastian wilder x jazz singer!fem!reader
—strangers to coworkers (?) to lovers
𝄢 sebastian only hires you because his actual friday night singer cancels three hours before opening. he’s already stressed out of his mind when you arrive. he spends most of the afternoon pacing around the club muttering to himself while staff avoid eye contact. he’s sweaty, irritated, sleeves rolled to his elbows, while he argues with somebody over the phone about “musical integrity.”
𝄢 then the door opens. and everything goes quiet in his head for a second. because you walk into the club like you’ve already belonged there for years. elegant in this effortless old-hollywood kind of way. gold silk dress, gold hoops catching the warm amber lighting, lipstick perfect despite the rain outside. ridiculously calm.
how are you always pumping out these bangers omg?? you must have the same 24 hours as beyoncé 😭😭😭
LMFAOAOAOA i just graduated from university and it’s summer break rn i have nothing better to do lmao
honey ꙮ₊˚⊹♡ | “there’s a bird in a tree singing a song, just for me.”
older!noah calhoun x younger!fem!reader
—established relationship, noah is 24, reader is 20.
NOAH has learned that asking you a simple question is one of the most dangerous things a person can do. not because you’re difficult. not because you’re dramatic. but because your brain works like a river after heavy rain.
one thought becomes another thought, which becomes a memory, which becomes a story, which somehow turns into an entirely different subject twenty minutes later.
might i suggest grumpy older!noah x sunshine younger!reader who talks his ear off 😁
i tried but i dont know how to make noah grumpy 😭 see here!
cinnamon roll .ೃ࿔*・ | “coffee smell, and lilac skin, your flame in me.”
dean pereira x fem!waitress!reader
—strangers to lovers
DEAN doesn’t mean to fall in love with you. that’s the thing. people always talk about love at first sight like it’s some grand, cinematic moment. violins playing. the universe shifting on its axis. sunlight catching someone’s face at exactly the right angle.
for dean, it happens on a tuesday in october, when he’s mostly thinking about coffee.
HELLOOOOO???? EVERYONE WAKE UP!!!! WHO’S READY FOR SOME FANFICTION?????
Hihii.. am like obsessed with Ryland x Alien reader because of your fics!! Theyre adorable.. i didn't see any rules against smut... so I hope this doesnt make you uncomfortable, but I keep thinking about alien reader who's inexperienced and having their first time with Ryland 👀
ouu shii 👀 i will … i must write this. now what.
happy pride. i’m in your walls, girl kissers.
office hours ☏.✦ ݁˖ ᝰ | “sweet love, hear me calling out your name.”
lars lindstrom x fem!reader
—coworkers to friends to ???
YOU first notice lars properly in the way he sits at church. not because he’s loud, he’s the opposite of that. he sits a few rows behind, always slightly to the side, as if he’s trying to take up less space than he allows himself. he keeps his hands folded too carefully, like he’s learned what to do with them but doesn’t fully trust it yet.
you don’t think much of him at first. just another familiar face in a small town where everyone eventually becomes background.
You write so beautifully. would love to see some more Noah Calhoun fics
THANK YOU BBY!!! i’ll definitely keep writing for noah that’s my favourite lover boy fr
catastrophically.˚ ⋆ 𖤓☽˚.⋆ | “you make everything stop.”
ryland grace x alien!fem!reader (ft. rocky) | [previous episode]
—more than friends to lovers.
RYLAND grace is not normal about you. unfortunately, “normal” stops being an option approximately four days after you join him on the hail mary.
it starts innocently enough.
at least, that’s what he tells himself.
Okay! I have this scenario in my head that I really can't get out of my head. And I'm a very musical person, so the song that always comes to mind for this scenario is "Noctiline No. 1" (Bandoneon Solo). Well, after clarifying that, here it is:
You work in the same place, go to the same church at the same time, do your shopping on the same day, and yet you two don't speak to each other. Maybe a glance, a polite smile, a nod here and there, but it's enough for him to feel noticed. So it's not long before you start finding small gifts on your desk. They're small, nothing ostentatious, they're anonymous. They never have his name on them, but something tells you from the way he looks at you, not at all subtle, that he's watching your expression, waiting for some reaction to the gifts. (Example: Your favorite flower, origami swans, stickers, a snack from the office vending machine, etc.)
He stares at you for a long time, trying to muster the courage to approach you and say hello, although he immediately leaves without continuing the conversation. He also seems more prideful or nonchalant (like a showoff) when he's near you, even if it's obvious that he's forcing it. He wants to get closer to you; he's even learned a lot about your interests just because it would give him much more self-confidence to hypothetically have something to talk about with you in a future conversation. He wants to get closer to you because being far away hurts more than being close. When he sees you in the office, he hides to compose himself and puts on his nonchalant face when you walk past him or talk to him.
He constantly stares at you; sometimes he can look creepy. He hides himself in paperwork when you look back at him. Like, he literally puts papers over his head like a blanket just to hide from you. He might also glance back at you to see if you're still looking.
And that's where the war begins. Lars started finding gifts on his desk, always written "Lars :)" in hurried handwriting, his name written on them so he wouldn't think they weren't for him. He wakes up very early in the morning just to look his best for you. He's just waiting for a sticky note on his computer screen, with that same handwriting as the gifts. He just nods and smiles as he sees the simple compliments that fill him with a warm feeling. Like "I like your sweater today" or "Green looks fantastic on you". Of course he knows it's you; he knows everything about you. As soon as he goes to bed, he'll read that note over and over, this make him restless and causes him to lose sleep, but he still continues with the same routine... He never throws any of them away; he keeps them in a drawer next to his bed with all the notes and gifts you've given him. Neither of you has a conversation that's longer than two sentences; you have entire conversations just with looks, smiles, and expressions. Now he stay close, without speaking because there is no need.
oh my god this SO fucking sweet :’D you’re both competing to see who can look the best for the other, or who can get the best gift, or who can write the best note 💔💔💔
i’m definitely going to write something based on/similar to this thank you for the great idea
good morning to my THREE HUNDRED AND SIX??? followers hey what the fuck are we doing i’ve been here for just nine days what the hell hey i love you all ???? to death???