#sebastian wilder fanfiction

[emsvertigo]

Let The Light In

image not mine, found on pinterest

summary & genre — fluff & nsfw. it’s a hot day and you & seb are relaxing in your shared bed. (not fully smut)

warnings — sexual references, seb touches you a lot (i got a bit carried away), can’t think of anything cause this is actually tooth rotting.

character & pairing — sebastian wilder x fem!reader (la la land. 2016)

word count — 1.5k

a/n — i arise with a tooth rotting self insert. this came about because ever since i watched ‘la la land’ i can’t stop thinking about ryan. i’ve also been religiously listening to lana del rey’s new album so ofc this fic was written when i was listening to ‘let the light in’. anyway if anyone reads this i love you cause there’s actually no fics for ryan, let alone seb, and you understand what i’m going through. anyway i hope you guys enjoy!

find my old fics here! ✿

His hand ran slowly up and down your thigh, an effort to trace every single blemish on your skin. The warmth of his fingertips danced, coating your skin in a layer of sprinkled love, tickling his way along your freckles. Golden pools of light spilt into the room, painting the space in an amber aura of tranquillity; reaching to the crevices of the ceiling and plunging to the floor like a waterfall. Occasionally silence was broken by cars speeding past, or the harmony of birdsong in their melodic major key. You hummed, content with the pleasure and peace experienced at the moment.

The heat had forced you to bare your legs, curling towards you as the bedcovers drooped over your figure, your feet barely covered by the white duvet. Your head settled against the pillow, blissful in the comfort you had created. You stared at the dancing dust glimmering around his hair, coating it in a haze which painted his hair blond. The shimmering light drowned his face, illuminating his cheekbones, and causing his shadows to become softer, a soft fuzzy glow radiated from his face. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as he stared down at the book lingering softly in his hand.

You’d tell him religiously, like a preacher reciting a mass, all the ways in which he had made you come undone. How in the gorgeous light, he looked otherworldly, godly, like he was dripping with nectar. His bare chest was smothered in gold and small beads of sweat, a little patch of hair growing across his chest which was tanned with the Californian sun. The pink blush flushed against his cheeks absentmindedly decorated his bone structure. You could’ve stared for decades, letting your imagination run wild as his teeth caught his bottom lip, slowly biting at the soft flesh.

“Quit looking at me.” He laughed, turning a page of his book, not paying any mind to your form slowly inching closer to him. His eyes darted along the page, soaking in the information.

You hummed in response, reaching up and moving a strand of hair out of his face, tucking it back into place. He sighed, his eyelashes flickering and dropping the book into his lap, no longer interested in the contents it held. You smiled wildly, teeth grinning.

“Was the book not interesting?” You inquired, moving to place your hand under your chin and balance the other against the sheets. Seb smiled down at you, eyes sapphire in the blinding light.

“Too political.” He whispered, his eyes growing wide in a joking fashion. His hand had now removed itself from your thigh and was tiptoeing its way up to your waist. Your tummy was bare, the top you wore hugging as little of your frame as possible. The heat was incredible, and looking adequate was the least of your worries.

The silence returned as you both gazed into each other's eyes. A dog barked in the distance, the only thing shattering your peaceful moment. You licked your lips as Seb’s hands caressed your midriff, his touch tickling your warm skin. His eyelashes were heavy, and hair fell into his eyes once again, framing his face with curls. Stubble littered his face, a subtle hint that summer was here and his want to shave had disappeared.

“I love the way you look.” You exhaled, soaking in his features like an anaesthetic lulling you to sleep.

“That’s a strange way of saying you love me.” He laughed, his fingers still tracing the outline of your belly button absentmindedly. You rolled your eyes, wanting to smack his chest but deciding against it.

His head leaned down, planting a peck of a kiss onto your forehead. Lingering for a few seconds to breathe your scent in.

“I'm joking.” He mumbled into your hair, eyes fluttering closed. His hand coming further up your front, laying flat against your stomach.

His head returned to its original position, but in the newfound proximity, your breaths became one. Wavering for a moment, he let himself gaze in awe at your complexion. Drinking in every ounce of perfection, which dripped off of you.

“Now who's the one that's staring.” You breathed, his mouth swallowing your thought in a kiss. Your posture tipped towards his frame, a hand finding its way to rest gracefully at the side of his face. Stubble close to your fingertips.

His lips pressed flush against yours, causing his nose to meet your face. Tongues interweaving in dance, lips interlocking with passion. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pulled you towards him, hand now on the small of your back. His palm dragged its way up, and underneath your top.

A groan emerged from his lips as you parted from the bond. Leaving his lips pouted and flushed, eyelashes still closed against his pink cheeks. His hand still lazing on your back, drawing circles in impatience.

You swung your hips around, now sitting up on the bed facing him. He obliged without remark and sat the same way, pulling you in further with his other hand. Your hand had fallen to his chest and now rested flush against him, head raising to bathe in the golden sunlight filtering through the blinds. His eyes winked shut once again as he came forward to lock your lips with his.

“Seb.” You moaned into his mouth, gasping when his lips moved at a sensual pace, coating your mouth in his love. Your prayer was answered by a low hum, as his hands both felt their way around your torso. Your own hands wrapped themselves around his neck, desperate to pull him even closer to you. With your quickened movements, his book was left discarded on the wooden floor, pages open and ruined.

He swallowed every moan that dared to drip off your tongue in sweet praise, letting out a gasp when he let his fingers dance around the edges of your breasts. Your hands locked tightly into his hair, curling strands in between your fingers. Nails scratched down his scalp, allowing soft sounds to escape his throat like honey. Two bodies became one in a haze of cloudy lust.

His hands outlined your breast, almost frightened to touch you in case you shattered into millions of pieces. His tongue traced your teeth, as he attempted to consume every inch of you. His fingertips faltered, resting his thumbs against your chest, narrowly missing what he wanted to touch most. A slow hum erupted from your throat, threatening to break out into a moan, attempting to communicate your genuine need for him. Yet he still faltered.

You considered the fact his tongue was down your throat, yet he wouldn’t let his hands cup your breasts.

“Touch me.” You moaned in between kisses, acknowledging his hunger to feel you. Interlinking your souls together with a simple intimate touch.

Immediately his hands shifted into place, palms pressed flush against you. A strained noise choked in his throat at the action, a sound that sent an electric current running down to your core.

His hands began to work at a steady pace, moulding you like clay. His long fingers were covered by the cloth dividing him from the real world. Kneading you slowly like dough or putty, causing you to moan with every squeeze. You shifted positions so your heel sat in between your legs, desperately hoping for some friction against you.

He suddenly broke free from the kiss, panting into the air still coated in sun. His glistening face glowed in ecstasy and light, sunbeams bouncing onto his skin. His eyes worked their way down your front to meet with his hands beneath your top, the outline squeezing flesh. Your eyelids drooped at the sight of his features glimpsing your body.

Your hands released from his neck, and found their way to the hem of your shirt, tugging the fabric to pull it over your head. Once it was tossed at the side of the bed, you thanked God that you hadn't worn a bra that day. Your hands, gripped into his shoulders tightly.

Seb’s hands stopped for a second with the newfound sense of freedom, loosening their grip for a moment. You let your head lull backwards, gazing up at the ceiling and closing your eyes as his hands resumed their routine. A curse trickled from your lips in a stolen breath as your over-sensitive skin was pleasured.

“Oh, my God.” You uttered, repeating it like it was your last word on Earth. As though Sebastian was keeping you afloat along a river of satisfaction.

You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was smirking. Enjoying the way your brows furrowed with every movement of his hands. His head came up to meet your exposed neck in open-mouthed kisses, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

“You’re perfect.” He declared in between kisses, sucking sensitive spots on your skin and provoking loud groans from both of you.

As his fingers worked pinching your skin and nipples every so often, you wondered how you got so lucky. To be located in the city of dreams, and wrapped in a musician's arms, with his piano-player fingers working overtime to please you.

You couldn’t be happier.

[drivinmeinsane]

Decorating ※ 12 Days of Goosemas

Day Six ※ Sebastian Wilder / Reader

{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}

※ Summary: You and Seb reach a compromise when it comes to the holiday season at the jazz club.

※ Rating: No mature content.

※ Content/Tags: Established relationship, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Gratuitous Christmas Vibes

※ Word count: 1434

※ Status: Oneshot/Complete

Leaning a little too far out to weave in the string lights between the branches of the Christmas tree that you’re decorating, you feel the step ladder wobble precariously under your feet. A hand immediately presses against your lower stomach to steady you before it’s joined by a second one on your hip. The top step of the ladder is not the most secure place to be.

“Careful,” Seb says, sounding tense.

“I’m almost done,” you say in the effort to reassure him. You tuck the end of the plug amongst the needles of the tree, right against the trunk.

Satisfied that no one will be able to see it, you call the precarious job finished and take a step down onto the rung below. Sebastian does not take his hands off of you. You know he won’t be satisfied until you are off the stepladder entirely. Looking down at him, you can’t resist brushing your fingers over his hair. It’s loose, not yet gelled since it’s only the two of you here. He’s in a loose shirt and comfortable pants. The jazz enthusiast is soft and approachable like this, not the serious, buttoned up pianist in a tasteful suit. He won’t be until much later. The club doesn’t open until 6 tonight, and it’s not even quite noon yet. The two of you have plenty of time to get everything ready. 

Christmas music plays quietly in the background. You had insisted on bringing your old CD player and a stack of holiday disks to the club for this decorating process. It was one he hadn’t been looking forward to, being rather scornful of the holiday in general. His experiences at the restaurant as a gig worker during the Christmas season hadn’t helped him foster warm feelings for it.

“Tinsel, please.”

He lets his hands slide free from your body and fetches what you requested. He offers it to you with a flourish, a knight presenting a sword to his keeper. Seb sounds fond as he offers up the length of navy blue plastic. “Here you are, my liege.” 

“Thank you, good sir,” you respond grandly, lifting it from his presenting palms. 

Starting from the top of the tree, you anchor the tinsel and work your way downwards. Sebastian circles around to the opposite side to assist so you do not run the risk of toppling head first off the stepladder. His long reach is beneficial, and he works with the same attention to detail as he gives to his music. 

“I’m thinking I might have the band do a seasonal set once a night. Whatever music feels right. Christmas, Yule, Kwanzaa, Chanukah…” He announces conversationally, passing the tinsel end to you from the other side of the tree.

Stuttering to a stop, you let the garland dangle forgotten in your hand. You lean around the tree to look at him incredulously. He raises his eyebrows at your blatant staring.

“But you hate the holidays.” You don’t even bother phrasing it as a question. It’s just a fact about the man across from you. 

“Mmm, but,” he shrugs, “you like it. A relationship is about compromise sometimes. You work with me so I work with you. We both get what we want.”

“Which is?” You ask, utterly baffled.

“I get to see you happy. You keep me from being a scrooge. It’s all about balance.”

You roll your eyes at him with a fond smile. “I don’t know about that, I think you’re still pretty scoogey.”

“That’s not a word,” Seb protests.

After waving a dismissive hand at the amused man, the two of you arrange the tinsel in content silence. Sebastian occasionally hums a melody as you work, parts of songs that he has been composing for the past few weeks and months. You abandon the stepladder to kneel at the bottom of the tree to finish. Seb works in the end of the strand on his side. The two of you step back to survey the tree, the musician coming to stand at your side. It looks promising. You’re about to tell him so when he nudges your hip with his.

“What?” You question, turning to him.

He doesn’t say anything, just does it again, adding a gentle tap of his ankle to yours. Oh, you get it now. Casting him a smile, you offer him your hand, palm down. He takes it willingly and pulls you into a spin. The dance turns into a lindy hop. The two of you are a mess of held hands and dramatic spins. Each time you pull close together, he brushes his mouth over yours in a playfully fleeting kiss. 

Dizzy and with sides aching from laughter, you let Sebastian pull you against his chest. He holds you in his arms, letting you lean against him. He gently sways, matching the beats of the still-playing seasonal music.

“Ornaments next?” His voice rumbles in his chest, against the side of your face. 

“Yeah,” you respond into the sharp angle of his collarbone before reluctantly pulling away from him. You take his hand and tug him after you towards the boxes. 

“Here,” you say, offering him an ornament. “You get the honor of putting the first one on.”

He takes it with careful fingers and secures it onto a branch. The small, piano shaped ornament dangles merrily from its new home. It was what the two of you had settled on. Seb gave you his blessing to decorate the club in preparation for the month of December as long as your choices were appropriately themed. Which was not a problem as you had confirmed that you would be sticking to a theme of instruments and jazz musicians. 

You were rather proud of the ornaments. You had gotten a small stockpile of hanging photo frame ornaments and presented them to Sebastian alongside a stack of photos of jazz musicians. He had excitedly relayed lore about his favorite artists for hours as the two of you slipped the pictures into the frames while seated at the bar. He’s talking about them again now as you both settle into a rhythm, passing each other around the tree as you decorate. 

“-into Five Spot for a while, but people thought he was kind of crazy because of the way he played the piano. He would get up and dance for moments at a time, then sit back down and play a flurry of notes like he was possessed. He really was something.” Seb is gesturing wildly with his hands as he talks. You worry for a moment that he’s going to launch the ornament he’s holding clear across the club.

Catching the way you’re looking at him, he puts the ornament he’s been gesturing with on the tree. “What?”

“Nothing, I just love you.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, crinkling his eyes. “I love you too.”

While Sebastian busies himself with finding a place for the last ornament, a trombone, you pick up a cloth wrapped bundle. You offer it to him when he turns away from the fir. “Here.”

The musician takes it with curious hands and unwraps it. He looks up from the tree topper with a stunned expression. You could almost swear you see tears starting to well up in his blue eyes. 

“This is…” He trails off, you don't often see him speechless. “Thank you.”

“Let’s get this on the tree?” You ask, reaching out and giving his hands a gentle squeeze. 

He shakes his head when you gesture for him to do the honors. Instead he places the topper in your hands. You start to ask him what he’s doing, but then his hands are on your waist and he’s giving you a boost so that you can put it on the top of the tree. A joint effort, unexpected and sweet. You manage to get it on securely and Seb takes care when lowering you back to the floor. As soon as your feet touch the wooden boards, you kneel and plug in the lights, wanting the full effect. Sebastian tugs you in so that your back is against his chest, his arms locked around you. 

“It looks good,” he says.

Your partner is right. It does look good. The cool tinted lights are reflected in the brilliant blue of the tinsel. The effect is almost that of neon signage. The ornaments sit proudly amongst the branches, all indicative of passion for the history of jazz. At the very peak of the tree, welded of brilliant polished steel, is the logo for Seb’s.

[lifeiskentastic]

Sebastian plays a lullaby on the piano for the gn!Reader

Gif by @lionsgate-uk

A/N: Why. There. No. Fanfics. About. Sebastian. Wilder. I will fix it rn. (Okay, actually, there are a few fanfics with him, but here's one more from me);

Summary: Just a routine night between gn!Reader and Seb, where he plays you a lullaby on the piano;

Word count: 506 words;

Music i recommended: I wrote it under Mia & Sebastian's theme and I think it fit well.

Good reading!

Sebastian played the piano for you every night. Sure, you got into trouble with the neighbors from time to time because of it, but in the end, they all had to put up with it, because there was no way Seb would turn down the opportunity to play you his best tunes before bed. He called it "a mandatory ritual, the consequence of not performing which is the inevitable appearance of sleepy demons." It seems that some neighbors even believed it!

So at the end of each day, no matter how difficult, tiring, or all together, Sebastian always found time to sit down at his piano and play soothing music for your peaceful sleep. And today was no exception.

"How about your favorite?"

Even though this song was your favorite, it was a kind of torture for the neighbors, but you couldn't deny Seb's conspiratorial smile.

"I will not refuse."

And even if you have a lot of trouble, it will still be the most perfect evening created just for the two of you.

Sebastian, out of habit, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and you watched with admiration as he gracefully raised his hands over the keys.

Amazing music instantly poured out of the musical instrument. You had heard it countless times, but it still took your breath away. You stared in undisguised fascination at Seb's long fingers, moving quickly from key to key.

"Hey, I'm playing so you can sleep better, not the other way around."

Sebastian still continued to play, smiling gently.

He has no idea how difficult it is to fall asleep when Sebastian Wilder himself is playing the piano for you. Still, you agree with him and laid down on the bed, letting the soft sounds of the piano flow unhindered to your ears. At times like these, you had an overwhelming urge to get up and dance to the sweet tune, but you knew that if you did that right now, Seb would have to force you into bed. Not that you minded, just… You didn't want to interrupt those sounds.

The relaxed chords lulling you to sleep, but you keep looking at the skillful hands of your talented boyfriend, at his satisfied face when he hit every right key. You couldn't put into words how happy you were to see Sebastian so passionate about his work.

You feel your eyelids slowly droop, but there was nothing you could do about it. The lullaby relaxed you and now you were ready to give in to it and fall into a deep calm sleep created by Seb.

As your eyes finally closed, the melody came to an end. Through your sleep, you could still hear the soft creaking of the floor under Sebastian's steps and the sound of the mattress as he lay next to you.

The last thing you heard before falling completely asleep was a soft whisper in your ear:

"Sweet dreams."

And a gentle kiss on the cheek, after which this dream promised to be simply wonderful.

[glitterpeachtree]

I love The Notebook so much but it makes me depressed because I feel like I'm never going to meet a man like Noah ever in my life. I can't even find a man who will build me a sandwich, let alone a house.

[danime25]

Doing a little thing with @drivinmeinsane for the holiday season! Thank you for writing with me during this

Here is the masterlist for my 12 days of Goosemas fics! Fics starring characters played by Ryan Gosling. I hope you'll all enjoy!

My timezone is GMT-9 and I'll be posting starting on December 12th at Midnight, with a fic uploaded every day until the 24th.

ALT Text:

' Last Christmas: Colt Seavers/Reader (SFW)

Wrapped Up In You: Sierra Six/Reader (SFW)

Nog On The Noggin': Holland March/Reader (SFW)

Silent Night: Lars Lindstrom/Reader (NSFW)

Wonderful Christmastime: Lars Lindstrom/Reader (NSFW)

Santa Baby: Holland March/Jackson Healy (SFW)

Rockin' Around: Sebastian Wilder/Reader (SFW)

Silver Bells and Silver Screens: Ken/Reader (SFW)

Mistletoe: Holland March/Reader (NSFW)

Winter Wonderland: Driver/Ken (SFW)

Jingle All The Way: Sierra Six/Reader (SFW)

A Christmas Miracle: Sebastian Wilder/Reader (NSFW)

[regulusblackcore]

MASTERLIST

Regulus Black

ONE-SHOTS :

Ivy // 1.7k // Angst & Fluff //

my house of stone and your ivy grows, now im covered in you.

Daylight // 300 // Fluff //

i once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden, like daylight.

Ryan Gosling Characters:

Timeless // // Fluff

sebastian wilder // in another life you still would’ve turned my head

[maxbegone]

AND WE ARE BACK! 

Part two of the Schitt’s Creek Community Fic Rec is here! This time, we focused on celebrating our favorite AU’s! Once again, this is dedicated with love to the the authors of this community! Every participant chose one AU (which was a little hard to do for some) to share and why they enjoyed it.

Thank you to everyone who submitted!

@bestwisheswarmestregards​ // @brighter-than-sunshine​ // @danieljradcliffe​ // @devilstelephone​ // @fishyspots​ // @imargaery​ // @justwaiting23​ // @patrickbrewsky​ // @rockinhamburger​ // @roguebabyinyourstore​ // @rosebuddsmotel​ // @stuck-on-your-heart​ // @the-13th-wheel​ // @thedidipickles​ // @thisbuildinghasfeelings​ // @yourbuttervoicedbeau​

And a very special thank you to anyone who has ever written anything in this community! 

Everything is posted below the cut, and you can check out part one here! 

**As always, if I missed an author’s tumblr handle, please let me know! 

@bestwisheswarmestregards​

Odd Man Rush by @samwhambam​

It’s David and Patrick and Hockey! Three of my favorite things! Also the ending is one of my favorite endings. It’s so sweet! It’s part of the series score and all of the stories are so cute but this one is my favorite!

@brighter-than-sunshine​

Thanks For Choosing Bagged! by dinnfameron

I love this one because the dialogue is so adorable, and true to David and Patrick! I can totally see the characters getting involved in something like this, like a different version of a rom-com.

@danieljradcliffe​

Going Down by concannonfodder

This is one of the best stories of NYC!David and recently out Patrick while they're both trying to find themselves. It's beautifully written and my favourite part is that each chapter switches between David and Patrick's POV. It does a great job of highlighting the aspects of their personalities that we know and love but shows them to us in a new light.

@devilstelephone​

sustineo by @rockinhamburger​

The contemporary art discussions between Patrick and David are interesting and important to the story. Patrick still cares for and emotionally connects with David In a world that is so different than Schitt’s Creek. I liked that Sebastian Raine was the evil force without being included as a character.

@fishyspots​

Welcome to Cabaret by @vivianblakesunrisebay​

It's lovely from start to finish! In this 'verse, Christmas World didn't pull out, so David didn't get the lease for the general store. Instead, he gets roped into helping Moira with Cabaret, and meets Patrick (kind of) through that. I love the way this author writes. The dialogue is in-character, and the plot is wonderful and pulls out moments from canon and reimagines them in some truly inspired ways. I'm such a fan of all of this author's works; this was the first one I read, and it remains my favorite.

@imargaery​

David.; or, a Tale of Misapplied Sense by Siria

A Jane Austen D&P AU and it is BRILLIANT. If you're an Austen fan, you will be able to immediately pick up on how well this author adapted Austen's style, wit, character descriptions, and ability to whack you over the head with romance when you're not even ready for it yet. Siria is a very experienced fanfic writer, but writes for many fandoms, so I think that's maybe why it doesn't have that many hits? I'm so glad I clicked on it. I want to wrap myself up in this story. I want to make a podfic out of it. I want to put it on a t-shirt and wear it every day. Also, it's in a regency AU where homophobia isn't a thing, so you don't even have to worry about that. I want to tell you more, but that would spoil it. Just read the damn thing and thank me later.

@justwaiting23​

You Were the Ocean, I Was Just a Stone by @al-ex-an-d-er-hamiltons​ 

The image of a curly haired fisherman Patrick is enough but this whole fic is such a sweet concept. Their interactions in this are so reminiscent of the show but also so different because they already know each other vaguely, and I come back to this fic over and over just because it's the perfect mix of angsty miscommunication and fluff.

@maxbegone​

Known and Be Known by ahurston

As someone who tends to lean toward canon/canon-divergent stories, this was a refreshing take on an AU. Beautifully written and wonderfully raw, ahurston conveyed the vulnerabilities between both David and Patrick so wonderfully. “The mortifying ordeal of being known,” personified in fanfiction format. With humor and some wonderfully hot scenes peppered throughout, this fic was just brilliant from start to finish. I love when authors explore Patrick's insecurities and vulnerabilities - they aren't written about as often as David's are. I implore you to read this, if you're able.

@patrickbrewsky​

Bound by Symmetry by barelypink

They say write what you know. I instead read what I know. David is the accidentally fantastic teacher we all wished we'd had in high school, and some of us wish/hope we are or might be one day. This fic is a great exploration of combining everything David knows he is (creative, bright, v.knowledgeable about art) and all the things he thinks he's not (empathetic, a role model, great with kids, selfless, kind, & big hearted) The selling point quote: "And it feels good, David realizes, to have a job that means something, a purpose beyond himself. A place where he feels like he belongs, just like his students." (David Rose proves he is both a good and nice person).

@rockinhamburger​

Blackbird, Fly by distractivate 

This is a post-apocalyptic story about love, connection, and hope, with a central theme of growth from destruction. I could not put this one down; I read it feverishly in one sitting, desperate to soak up every word. I love this fic because it is what I like to think of as an exemplar for transformative works (one of ao3’s top values). I love the way the fic stretches toward the light in the dark. It makes me think: about the quintessential elements of these characters, what remains the same despite changed circumstance, and what inevitably shifts when these characters we know and love are faced with a situation far outside their experience or comfort. This story likely hits differently in 2020, when post-apocalyptic narratives feel much less distant than they might have just a year ago. And yet, all the more reason to read an incredible work about hope and resilience and transformation.

@roguebabyinyourstore​

Fifteen Hundred Miles by MoreHuman

Where do I even begin with this fic? I was at first skeptical about what reason David Rose would have to willingly subject himself to a trek through the wilderness out of his own volition. Well I’m so glad I ignored that admittedly stupid part of me because this is one of the mostly beautifully crafted stories I have ever read. Patrick and David are individually on their own journeys of self-discovery, but the way they help each other find what they sought... It’s breathtaking. Their feelings for each other bloom so organically over their time together that despite the circumstances laid out before them, the miles that they stumble and walk and run bring them miles closer to each other. Closer to the love that they both didn’t know they needed. The characters come alive and are identical to their canon selves. The dialogue and banter are spot on David and Patrick. The writing itself is superb. The tropes are incredible, the pining and *oh no there’s only one tent.* The slow burn is tantalizing but in a way that feels true to a genuine love story. The way the setting somehow breathes in tune with the characters, the way they leave messages behind in the trail register—conveying more than they can utter aloud— and the way their families communicate with them throughout their time on the trail through letters. All of the elements of this story ground it in universal truth, in feelings that are not only relatable, believable but demand to be felt. I can wax poetic until I am blue in the face, but really... Read this story. And then reread it a million times.

@rosebuddsmotel​

I Carry These Heart-Shapes Only to You by @ladyflowdi​ and @ships-to-sail​

There are over 180,000 words in this WWII AU, but not one of those words is wasted. It is gorgeous in its prose, and incredibly romantic without romanticizing the very real pain and tragedies of the era in which it exists. It's not an easy read by any means, but it's the kind of cathartic emotional journey that is more than worth it in the end.

@stuck-on-your-heart​ 

kiss from a rose by mihaly ( @davidroseshusband​ )

What can I say about this very special fic that would do it justice? In this story, Alexis stars in a Bachelorette-style dating show and it’s every bit as brilliant as it sounds. On top of the incredible characterization, there are little surprises at every turn, there’s pining, and of course, there’s love. Secret love, even. This fic is truly addicting – I promise you won’t be able to stop once you start reading, and it will leave you feeling so satisfied (and if you’re like me, a little misty)!!!

@the-13th-wheel​

Hold Me Like You’ll Never Let Me Go by @mooodlighting​

It is a wonderful short AU where Patrick and David where they meet at an airport after they get snowed in. It is cute, there is longing and pining that just make it a wonderful read!

@thedidipickles​

Beneath the Winter Snow by Distractivate

The writing is so utterly gorgeous all the way throughout that I frequently needed to take breaks to breathe. The author *perfectly* builds an Olympic world that I can totally see my favorite characters inhabiting, and the resolution is gorgeous. All of Distractivate's AUs are amazing, but this one still stands out.

@thisbuildinghasfeelings​

How Do We Get Back by @unfolded73​

This one deals with a literal alternate universe, which is the first thing I loved about it because I had never read a fic quite like it before. It's a beautifully written 60,000+ word masterpiece that definitely makes me feel ALL the feelings. In addition, it is absolutely riveting. I could not stop reading until I got to the end.

@yourbuttervoicedbeau​

Make It To Me by figmentof ( @rosesdavid )

Epistolatory fic is SO hard to pull off and the author does such an incredible job with the way the characters shine through even though we only see them interact via text message. This fic is my comfort food and I reread it regularly <3

Anonymous Recs:

Just Breathe by olivebranchesandredwine

I love this one because it's got Patrick as a yoga teacher (hot!) and shows David being proactive about anxiety and it's just such a lovely story.

Shall I Stay? by alladaydream ( @maybewecandreamalittle​​ )

This is so worth the 100k wordcount. 18-year-old David and Patrick sweetly leaning into first love, a lot of angst and pining in the middle that allow them both to heal and grow, and a heartfelt reconciliation. Plus, two bonus cherries on top with artist!David and a beautiful epilogue in which they (spoiler) live happily ever after. The tone and pacing of this fic is so good, and I always go back to it when I want to read something comforting.

Your Heart is Keeping Time with Me by @yourbuttervoicedbeau​

I haven't seen 50 First Dates, but this fic is better than the movie could ever be. The author's writing is so beautiful and her David who has amnesia and her Patrick who wants to help him are just PERFECT. I want more and more and more of this.

Once again, thank you to everyone who participated and thank you to every single person who has written something in this community! It would be wonderful to do a part three, but for now, enjoy some alternate universe fics! 

[sebastianshaw]

♂(Shinobi's Freaky Fanfiction verse part 2 lol)

WITH SHAW (warning this is DELIBERATELY terrible, like I know you expected that but I FEEL IT NEEDS EXTRA WARNING FOR YOU TO PREPARE) When Shaw Industries expands to the metropolis of Cairo, its CEO comes with it, seeking a reprieve from the grim Pittsburgh smog in favor of clear African skies, he’s not expecting opposition---let alone such ATTRACTIVE opposition. Ororo Munroe, an Egyptian beauty with sapphire eyes set in Nubian skin against hair whiter than any elephant’s ivory, is not only a child of these lands, but their champion. She won’t allow this tyrannical Westerner to build his latest factory on her unspoiled virgin Earth, and she’s willing to do anything---ANYTHING---to change his mind. Yet when she offers herself in his office, she finds that he is not the cruel corporate tycoon she expected, but a wounded beast like those of her beloved nature---one she is determined to heal with her exotic charms. Will Sebastian Shaw find solace in her ebony arms? Will Ororo save her cherished wilderness from this man---only to lose her heart to him? Or shall she just be yet another trophy for him to conquer? WITH SHINOBI Shinobi Shaw is not only the smartest, hippest, richest, most fashionable influencer of the 3020s Neo Jazz Era, he’s also the SEXIEST! From the cybersex clubs where reality is beyond virtual, to the holo-galas of the bio-digital elite, everyone wants a piece of this beyond beautiful and brainy media megastar! But Shinobi grows bored of absolutely everyone telling him how hot, sexy, smart, and way more successful than his father that he is. He wants more. He wants an equal. He wants. . .LOVE! And he just might have found it. Pursuing him with all the lust of the hunt is a HOT, SEXY SHE-PANTHER by name of Ororo Munroe! A neo-punk, cyber-thief, and glamorous all-around thrillseeker, she sees in Shinobi the ULTIMATE prize, one she’s determined to take for herself---by force, if necessary! And Shinobi is all too ready to fall into her amorous arms! In a world where everything is virtual, these two have found passion in the PHYSICAL! And it’s about to get VERY physical indeed!

[impracticaldemon]

Light and Shadow (Vincent and Theo)

~ Ikemen Vampire fanfiction by impracticaldemon

Words: ~ 2000    Also available on AO3 and FFnet [Teatime Tales: Stories from the Mansion]

Author’s Note: My first attempt at a story for Ikemen Vampire, written for the delightful @hvdra00 drawer of fine chibis. This is a slice of life story, since I’m just getting to know these characters. That said, there is a hint of romance, and perhaps a shadow of conflict to come. Or not. Please let me know what you think, and what kinds of stories you’d enjoy in the future!

Light and Shadow

“I think it’s because she’s so bright—”

Vincent’s soft voice was cut off by a sound midway between a snort and a snicker. A snork? Yeah… and the word was a perfect fit for the person who snorked, that is, Theodorus “Sarcasm” Van Gogh. I glared at him from the open doorway, certain he’d been aware of my presence from the moment I’d arrived.

Theo followed up his snork with a pithy, “Nee.” His red-blond eyebrows quirked maliciously. “Just as well—not much point to being an intelligent snack.”

“I guess this extra syrup is going straight back to the kitchen,” I announced. Theo needed to learn that insulting the help was a bad strategy. “Can’t remember why I brought it in the first place.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vincent look up from his plate, clearly startled and confused. Argh. Vincent was a sweetheart; he didn’t deserve to be punished for his brother’s failings.

“Mai—”[1]

“Don’t be a pain, knabbele.“  Ah yes, the usual reminder that I was just a snack, to a vampire.

"You need to be nicer, Theo!” Vincent smiled at me, his sky blue eyes and golden hair exactly the colours of a summer day. “You know how he is, Mai. He wouldn’t tease you if he didn’t like you.”

“Mm-hm.” I set the syrup down beside Vincent, as far from Theo as possible given that the two were seated side-by-side as usual.

“Besides…” Vincent reached out and put a gentle hand on my arm, ignoring the syrup. “I didn’t mean bright in that sense; I just didn’t get to finish.”

“That’s a relief. Thought you’d lost your own God-given intelligence, to be saying something like that.” Theo reached across Vincent’s plate with a half-hearted apology, and snagged the syrup. He shot me a look of triumph as he turned his plate of pancakes into a sticky re-enactment of the Great Flood.

“Your pancakes need life-preservers,” I commented snarkily.

Theo grinned, eyes gleaming. “Figures you’d think that way—feeling sorry for the food and all.” His eyes were the exact same colour as his brother’s, but not remotely as sunny. More like crisp autumn than soft summer.

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“Theo, honestly—Mai, I have a question for you.”

“Sure, Vincent, what is it?” Actually, I’d been hoping he’d finish explaining what he meant by “bright”, if he didn’t mean smart—and did that mean he thought I was dumb? No, that was overthinking things. Vincent was unfailingly kind and cheerful. I had the impression he tended to think the best of people even inside his own head.

“Would you like to join me on a picnic later this afternoon? There’s this place—Napoleon showed it to me—a field of flowers that I think you’d like. I was thinking of checking out the area around it, too, for inspiration.”

I automatically waited for somebody to mention sunflowers, then realized that neither Arthur nor Dazai were present. Not that Vincent ever took it badly, of course, but Theo sometimes got cross about everyone “fixating” on “just one of Vincent’s hundreds of amazing paintings.”

“You’re going on a picnic, Vincent?” Theo was frowning. “It’s pretty hot out there today, and you tend to forget the time—and little things like sunburn and heat-stroke—when you start looking all over nature for inspiration.” Theo adored Vincent, and Vincent’s art—clearly in that order, to be fair—but he seemed to be a city boy at heart. I had the impression he’d prefer Vincent not to ramble as much as he did.

Vincent laughed, and his eyes reflected only affection for his brother, but his hand remained lightly on my forearm, as if to tell me that he was sincere in wanting my company. He had long, thin fingers, and I could see faint traces of colour on his pale skin. I wondered if the paint residue had accumulated just since his arrival in nineteenth century Paris, given that most of the inhabitants of the mansion appeared to have been rejuvenated upon their “change”. It was odd to remember that he was a vampire—his touch was pleasantly warm, for one thing…

“I’d be happy to go with you, Vincent,” I assured him. “Just set a time, and let me check in with Sebastian.”

“Thank you! Could you let me know once you’re sure it’s okay? I don’t want to interfere with your work, but—”

“Sebas used to look after things on his own, remember? I’m sure he can spare the newbie for a couple of hours.” Theo still didn’t look entirely pleased, for some reason, but at least he was tacitly approving my proposed participation in the outing. “You better look after him, okay?” His sharp blue eyes bored into me, demanding an answer.

I forced myself to shrug lightly and look away, though it wasn’t easy. “Of course, Theo. And I’m sure he’ll look after me—right, Vincent?”

“Yes, of course! Not that there will be much need for it.” Vincent sounded almost disappointed, but his soft smile wasn’t dimmed for long. “It’s not as if we’re going very far, and besides, the city is much more dangerous than the countryside, no matter what Theo and Arthur think.” I had to agree with that assessment, based on all the warnings about nineteenth century Paris I’d been given since my arrival.

“Yeah, yeah.” Theo remained patently unconvinced, but he’d gone back to eating his breakfast instead of trying to skewer me with his gaze. “How did you come up with this whole picnic thing, anyway?”

“Oh—Mai mentioned the idea not too long after she arrived. I’ve been wanting to try it out ever since.” It had only been few days ago, but he made it sound longer. “It’s a perfect day for it today, too.”

“Too warm.”

“Not at all—that’s just how it seems when you’re surrounded by buildings and people. Right, Mai?” He looked up at me, and I thought I saw a twinkle in his usually guileless baby blues. Was he actually encouraging me to join him in teasing Theo? I decided he was.

“Vincent’s right, Theo. Everyone knows that the best way to beat the heat is to get out of the city.”

Actually, that was pretty accurate, especially if you lived in twenty-first century Tokyo, like I did. There was nothing quite like August in Tokyo to make you realize just how crowded our trains and streets had become, and just how hot and uncomfortable it was to be so close to so many people. And Tokyo stretched a long way in every direction, too. Suddenly, the prospect of an outing with Vincent in the semi-tamed wilderness surrounding the mansion sounded even better. He was bound to be pleasant company, too, and this would be a great chance to find out more about him. Vincent among wildflowers—

“What are you smirking about?” Darker voice, edgier tone.

“You look so happy!”  Lighter voice, golden butter touched with sweet syrup.

I blinked, and realized that I’d spaced out. I was once again the focus of both pairs of similar-dissimilar light blue eyes.

“I’m not smirking—”

“Sure.”

“I don’t think she is, Theo—”

“—And I was just looking forward to going out with you, Vincent.” Wait, did I make it sound like a date? No, hopefully not. It might help if I stepped away from that angelic golden smile, not to mention the light-but-definitely-still-there touch on my arm.

As if he’d read my intention to move even as I thought it, Vincent lifted his hand away. Theo stood up from the table.

“I’ve got to get going. You probably do too, knabbele, since you’re ditching work early today.”

“Could you ask Sebas if three o'clock works for him, please?”

Once again, they spoke at almost the same time. I ignored Theo—not that he was wrong—and responded to Vincent. “I’ll do that, and let you know.”

“Thanks. …And, Mai?”

I looked back at Vincent. Across the room from me, Theo paused in the act of closing the main dining room door behind him.

“About what I was saying earlier…”

“Yes?” I suddenly felt self-conscious. “I mean—you really don’t need to worry about it.” Okay, that wasn’t exactly true, but I’d meant to bring it up later, when we were off on our own. Of course, Vincent had been talking to Theo in the first place, so he probably wanted to explain with both of us there.

“It’s hard to describe… It’s something about how you’re always working so hard, and how you always try to be kind to the people around you, even if you don’t know them very well.” I waited, but there was no snork this time from Theo, which was both unexpected and suspicious. “Anyway, I was trying to explain to Theo that when I think of you in terms of colours—of painting—you seem very bright to me. Not the kind of brightness that hurts to look at. …Full of light, rather, and content to let it spill over freely. The mansion feels less gloomy these days; I like it.”

I couldn’t take it any more—my face was burning. If Vincent was embarrassed by what he was saying, it didn’t show. There was a faint flush on his cheeks, but I could tell he was just being earnest. He didn’t realize how much his words, combined with his angelic charm, might affect the recipient. Or so I assumed, based on his candour.

“Thank you, Vincent. All of that means a lot to me, although I’m really not sure what I’ve done to deserve your praise.”

“I was just trying to describe what I was seeing. Theo was curious about what I thought of you.”

My eyes turned automatically to the man in question, rather surprised. I’d missed him, though. All I saw was a swirl of brown coat, and then the door closing firmly behind his well-built frame.

“Why would Theo ask that?”

“Hmm?” Vincent looked surprised by the question. “Well, he often asks my opinions of people.” Summer blue eyes sparkled with humour for a few moments. “He doesn’t usually agree with the answer, though! Anyway, I’ll see you later, hopefully?”

It was a gentle reminder to get back to work.

“Barring a butlering emergency, I think we’re good to go!”

I took whatever needed taking off the table, and headed off to the kitchen. More residents would be down shortly, and then there would be Napoleon to wake up —I’d learned to use a pillow to guard against extra kisses—and then lunch to get started. I started musing about what food to bring on our picnic—pancakes were what Vincent liked best, but surely I could find some snacks, or fruit, that would be appropriate? And we’d want something to drink, maybe a well-iced tea…

“You look happier than you usually do after an exchange with Master Theo,” remarked Sebastian, drawing me out of my planning.

“Ah, well, he’s okay once you know how to take him.” I smirked at Sebastian, who raised an eyebrow. “That’s to say, with a large dose of Vincent!”

“So that’s a Vincent-induced smile, is it?” There was a slightly knowing look in his grey eyes that gave me pause, but I ignored the question and moved on to more important things.

“May I leave a bit early today, since Vincent would like me to come with him on a walk and a picnic? And on that topic—what does Vincent like other than pancakes?” For some reason, Theo’s irritable scowl flitted across my mind, and I added: “I suppose I should learn what Theo likes too. Maybe I can find a way to stop the tide of put-downs and weird names.”

Sebastian regarded me thoughtfully, but didn’t say anything right away. “As I believe Master Vincent told you early on, Master Theo only gives pet names—as it were—to those he likes.”

“Well I wish he’d stop treating me as a pet—it’s not that big an improvement on ‘snack’!”

“I see you have him on your mind.”

“What? No—no, really, Sebastian, that’s just not it.” I rolled my eyes. “So let’s focus on Vincent’s picnic, okay?”

“Of course. Do you realize how amazing it is that you’ll be having a picnic with the Vincent Van Gogh? What an incredible opportunity!”

“Honestly, I try not to think of things that way—it’s a little overwhelming.”

Sebastian looked pained, but finally turned his mind to what food and drink might be suitable—and portable—for the occasion. I focussed on the dishes, and tried to remind myself that it was just a picnic. Not a date. Not an indication of anything other than friendly interest from a very nice man who happened to look like an angel. No problem. And if I occasionally wondered about his snarky younger brother, well, naturally one would remind me of the other—right?

[END]

[1] (MC’s confession about the name “Mai”) It was probably a mistake, but when pressed for a name, I gave them the name of the main character from my favourite mobile romance game. I admitted the truth not long after, but by that point everyone was—or claimed to be—used to Mai. To quote Arthur, “it’s short and sweet, like you, so why not?” Responses to this comment were mixed, but that’s a different story. Vincent, at least, appeared to be sincere in his agreement

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Imagines: In queue; Written; Still to write (8/12/17)

A/N: Due to the time it takes things to be published I thought that I’d try keeping an up-to-date list of how things are being done, updating it very Friday if possible; we’ll have to see how long I can keep this up for though (requests are normal, my gif ones are in italics) .

In Queue

December (Winter requests, at least one every day as well)

Teen Wolf: Melissa McCall.

Scream: Jake Fitzgerald.

The Walking Dead: Michonne (Headcanons).

Shadowhunters: Sebastian Morgenstern.

Rising Light (OC, Constantine Fanfiction): Nik D’Angelo.

Sherlock: Mary Watson.

Harry Potter: James Potter.

Suicide Squad: Rick Flag.

Supergirl: Alex and Kara Danvers (Headcanons).

Supergirl: Alex and Kara Danvers.

Constantine: John Constantine.

Teen Wolf: Jackson Whittemore.

Wynonna Earp: Wynonna Earp.

Wynonna Earp: Doc Holliday.

Supergirl: Alex Danvers (One-shot).

Zoo: Mitch Morgan.

The Flash: Wally West.

Until Dawn: Ashley.

Legends of Tomorrow: Leonard Snart.

Sidekicks and Criminals (OC, Supergirl Fanfiction): Archie Smith and Harry Oswald.

Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy: George Lovelace.

Batman Universe: Bruce Wayne.

Kingsman: Agent Whiskey.

Being Human: Nina Pickering.

Lucifer: Chloe and Trixie Decker, and Dan Espinosa (One-shot).

Constantine: John Constantine, Chas Chandler and Zed Martin.

Scorpion: Team Scorpion.

Doctor Who: The Master.

Kingsman: Harry Hart.

The Flash: Wally West.

Kingsman: Harry Hart (Headcanons).

Grimm: Nick Burkhardt and Monroe.

Shadowhunters: Magnus Bane.

Harry Potter: Lily Evans.

Shadowhunters: Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane.

Kingsman: Eggsy Unwin.

Teen Wolf: Lydia Martin.

Legends of Tomorrow: Sara Lance.

Supergirl: James Olsen (One-shot).

Lucifer: Dan Espinoza.

Supergirl: Alex and Kara Danvers (Headcanons).

The Maze Runner: Jorge and Brenda.

Teen Wolf: Theo Raeken.

Merlin: Gwen, Elyan and Leon.

Kingsman: Roxy Morton.

Misfits: Rudy Wade and Rudy Too.

Legends of Tomorrow: Leonard Snart.

The Musketeers: The Musketeers.

January

Riverdale: Jughead Jones.

Now You See Me: The Horsemen.

Legends of Tomorrow: Leonard Snart.

The Force Awakens: BB-8.

Legends of Tomorrow: Leonard Snart.

Riverdale: Toni Topaz.

Supergirl: Kara Danvers (Headcanons).

Scorpion: Harry Quinn and Toby Curtis.

Sidekicks and Criminals (OC, Supergirl Fanfiction): Robbo Laverna.

Scream: Piper Shaw.

Wynonna Earp: Xavier Dolls (One-shot).

Shadowhunters: Jace Wayland.

Legends of Tomorrow: Lenard Snart (Trigger Warning: Abuse).

Sherlock: John Watson.

Constantine: Chas Chandler (One-shot).

Suicide Squad: Killer Croc.

The Flash: Caitlin Snow.

Supergirl: James Olsen.

Supergirl: Alex and Kara Danvers (One-shot; part two).

Teen Wolf: Isaac Lahey.

Supergirl: Kara Danvers (Warning: Car accident).

Wynonna Earp: Wayverly Earp.

Supergirl: Kara Danvers (One-shot).

Zoo: Abe Kenyatta.

Legends of Tomorrow: Kendra Saunders.

The Walking Dead: Negan.

Misfits: Nathan Young.

Rising Light (OC, Constantine Fanfcition): Kate Bastille and Ben Cox.

Nowhere Boys: Jake Riles.

Batman Universe: Dick Grayson.

Supergirl: Alex and Kara Danvers (Headcanons).

Being Human: Hal Yorke.

The Flash: Barry Allen and Eobard Thawne (Third person).

Constantine: John Constantine.

Legends of Tomorrow: Ray Palmer.

Doctor Who: Bill Potts.

Lucifer: Amenadiel.

The Flash: Gypsy.

Doctor Who: The Eleventh Doctor.

The Gifted: John Proudstar.

Scorpion: Happy Quinn.

Grimm: Trubel.

Shadowhunters: Alec Lightwood.

Harry Potter: Nymphadora Tonks and Draco Malfoy.

Supergirl: Alex and Kara Danvers (One-shot).

Kingsman: The Statesmen.

Supergirl: Kara Danvers.

Legends of Tomorrow: Zari Tomaz.

Riverdale: Archie Andrews.

Lucifer: Marcus Pierce.

The Flash: Lisa Snart.

The Maze Runner: Minho.

Teen Wolf: Derek Hale.

Merlin: Percival.

Rising Light (OC, Constantine Fanfiction): Nik D’Angelo.

Misfits: Alisha Daniels and Kelly Bailey.

Nowhere Boys: Felix Ferne.

The Musketeers: Aramis.

Shadowhunters: Isabelle Lightwood (One-shot).

Rogue One: Jyn Erso.

Teen Wolf and Shadowhunters Crossover: The McCall pack and Raphael Santiago.

Riverdale: The Andrews family.

Legends of Tomorrow: Ray Palmer.

Scorpion: Sylvester Dodd.

Suicide Squad: Chato Santana.

Scream: Brooke Maddox.

Lucifer: Lucifer Morningstar.

Shadowhunters: Luke Garroway.

Class: Ram Singh.

Sherlock: Greg Lestrade.

Shadowhunters: Camille Belcourt.

Suicide Squad: June Moon.

Class: Ram Singh.

Supergirl: Lena Luthor.

Shadowhunters: Meliorn.

Teen Wolf: Scott McCall.

Class: Ram Singh.

Wynonna Earp: Xavier Dolls.

Shadowhunters: Downworld Cabinet.

Now You See Me: Jack Wilder.

The Mortal Instruments: Magnus Bane.

The 100: Raven Reyes.

Constantine: John Constantine.

The Making of a Hero (OC, Nightwing Fanfcition): Teddy Kane.

Supergirl: Kara Danvers.

Gotham: James Gordon.

Supergirl: Maggie Sawyer.

Being Human: John Mitchell.

Scream: Noah Foster.

Constantine: Jim Corrigan.

Constantine: John Constantine, Chas Chandler and Zed Martin (One-shot).

Class: April.

The Flash: Eddie Thawne (One-shot).

The Flash: Harry Wells.

Lucifer: Lucifer Morningstar.

The Gifted: Lorna Dane.

Lucifer: Lucifer Morningstar.

Grimm: Juliette Silverton.

Written

February

Still to Write

February

Legends of Tomorrow: Sara Lance (Would include...)

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: Newt Scammander.

Supergirl: Kara and Alex Danvers.

Kingsman: Charie Hesketh.

Supergirl: Kara Danvers and the Superfriends (One shot).

Legends of Tomorrow: Zari Tomaz.

Supergirl: Kara Danvers, Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer.

Lucifer: Lucifer Morningstar.

Supergirl: Kara Danvers.

The Maze Runner: Chuck and the Gladers.

Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory and Neville Longbottom.

Merlin: Merlin.

Supergirl: Kara Danvers.

Misfits: Curtis Donovan

Supergirl: Alex Danvers.

The Musketeers: The Musketeers.

Lucifer: Lucifer Morningstar.

The Force Awakens: Poe Dameron.

Scorpion: Team Scorpion.

Riverdale: Kevin Keller.

Supergirl: Maggie Sawyer and Lena Luthor.

Scorpion: Paige Dineen.

Supergirl: Alex Danvers and Kara Danvers.

Scream: Audrey Jensen.

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{ Shot Through the Heart } ※ Colt Seavers x GN!Reader ※ ao3

You've worked with Colt off and on for years, building an easy rapport with the stuntman. The rest of the crew sends you to check up on him after he's bad off following a stunt that seems to have caused his nearly career-ending injury to act up.

{ M o v e s } ※ Colt Seavers x AFAB!Reader ※ ao3 ※ 18+

On unsteady feet and with linked arms, you and Colt stumble along in the sand. You’re hanging onto each other. The warmth of the man at your side is almost more intoxicating than the beer you’ve been sipping all night long. The ocean is refreshingly cool against your ankles as you trail through the lapping waves, shoes and socks clasped firmly in your hands.

※ .{ D R A B B L E }. ※

Golden Hour ※ Colt Seavers x GN!Reader Scene Partner※ Colt Seavers x GN!Reader ※ 18+

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{ I Do Nothing but Think of You } ※ Driver ※ ao3 ※ 18+

He can't eat. He can't sleep. He's obsessed and restless. What else is there to do but go for a drive?

{ Under Pressure } ※ Driver ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Driver is feeling under the weather. Blaming the oppressive Los Angeles heat for the tightness in his chest, the mechanic leaves in the middle of his shift to try to recover only to receive a shock when it turns out to be something that he should be utterly incapable of.

※ .{ D R A B B L E }. ※

Choking ※ Driver x AFAB!Reader ※ ao3 ※ {request} 18+ Clumsy Stalking ※ Driver x GN!Reader ※ ao3 ※ {request} 18+ Maintenance ※ Driver x GN!Reader ※ ao3 Repercussions ※ Driver x GN!Reader ※ ao3 ※ {request}

※ .{ T H O U G H T S }. ※

Driver ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+

※ .{ M O O D B O A R D }. ※

Driver ※ "There's no good sharks?" Driver ※ Werewolf!AU

※ .{ F A N A R T }. ※

Werewolf!AU Driver screenshot study

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{ Birthday Boy } ※ Officer K x Joi ※ ao3

Officer K does not often find himself surprised. He was made to be clearheaded and adaptable, able to get a read on most situations at a glance. Joi is a true wildcard in his life. She elicits feelings from him that he never could have predicted. As a result, he finds himself floundering in the wake of an unexpected gesture.

※ .{ T H O U G H T S }. ※

Officer KD6-3.7 ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+

※ .{ M I S C }. ※

Officer K's jacket

※ .{ O N E S H O T }. ※

{ Crimson Headache } ※ Sierra Six x AFAB!Reader ※ ao3 ※ 18+

You wonder something about Six. Will he allow himself to surrender to what he really wants?

{ Leap of Faith } ※ Sierra Six (solo) ※ ao3

What if the escape mission had gone a little differently? No outcomes are certain. No one is impervious to fault.

{ Witness in the Dark } ※ Sierra Six x Claire's Sister!Reader ※ ao3

Don't we all just want to feel the companionable reassurance of another human being?

It only takes a single tragedy to tear your life to shreds and make it to where you're unable to sleep through the night. You tell yourself that you will never trust a bodyguard again, but things don't go according to plan when a man with a number for a name is assigned to the Fitzroy household while your uncle is away.

※ .{ T H O U G H T S }. ※

Sierra Six ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+

※ .{ M O O D B O A R D S }. ※

Sierra Six ※ Just another Thursday."

※ .{ M I S C }. ※

Sierra Six's tattoos

※ .{ DRIVER x KEN } ※ { ONESHOT }

{ Draw Me In } ※ Driver x Ken ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Ken's insatiable curiosity leads to a messy outcome when he fails to give Driver any semblance of personal space.

{ Take You In Real Slow } ※ Driver x Ken ※ ao3 ※ 18+ 🕊

He twists his house key in the door and turns the knob to open it. Locked. Adjusting the basket resting against his hip, he frowns and tries his key again. The door unlocks this time. The knob is slippery in his grasp. When he pulls his hand away, it’s covered in more of that red stuff from the elevator.

{ The Way You Stare } ※ Driver x Ken ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Ken has never learned the importance of being patient. His efforts to be the sole recipient of Driver's steady focus earn him a hard and frustrating lesson from a man who is not very composed himself.

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Driver x Ken ※ "I'm thinking 'bout how I want to see you in some kinda lip gloss. Might feel sticky and gritty if I kissed you. Bet you would look pretty, just like now. All pink. Sparkly." 

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{ Eyes Always Searching } ※ Officer K x Sierra Six ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Unpleasantly, K feels the return of the drowning sensation he had felt earlier. It is almost as though someone had placed a mirror in front of him in a dream. The reflection is him, but distinctly not. ※ chapter one: In some Sad Way ※ chapter two: I Already Know ※ chapter three: I Will Not Ask You, Neither Should You

※ .{ OFFICER K x SIERRA SIX } ※ { MOODBOARDS }

Officer K x Sierra Six ※ K places his right hand on the table beside his guest’s. He can feel the warmth of his fellow Nexus sink into his own skin. He swallows, pulse jumping. The hand not on the table clenches around his thigh. His nails dig into the outer seam of his pants. “What was your most shameful moment? ” the baseline mocks at him in his mind. He can’t do it. He can’t bridge the gap. He can’t-

※ .{ O N E S H O T }. ※

{ Bad Dog } ※ Ken x GN!Reader ※ ao3 ※ 18+

You have volunteered to give Ken a lesson in being a good dog. It takes a firm hand to get positive results.

※ .{ D R A B B L E }. ※

Frequently Bought Together ※ Ken & GN! Reader ※ ao3 ※ {request}

※ .{ T H O U G H T S }. ※

Henry Letham ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+ Holland March ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+ Lars Lindstrom ※ Partner Headcanons ※ 18+ Ryan Gosling!Ken ※ Partner Headcanons (bad end) ※ 18+ Ryan Gosling!Ken ※ Partner Headcanons (good end) ※ 18+

※ .{ M O O D B O A R D S }. ※

Henry Letham※ "If this is a dream, then the whole world is inside it." Holland March ※ "I had to question the mermaids." Ken ※ "Every night is boy's night." Ken ※ "To be honest, when I found out the patriarchy wasn't about horses, I lost interest anyways." Ken ※ "What will it take for her to see the man behind the tan?" Sebastian Wilder ※ "Are you shining just for me?"

※ .{ M I S C }. ※

Favorite Ryan Gosling movies {ask} Favorite pairings for Ryan Gosling characters {ask}

※ .{ HOLIDAY & EVENT COLLECTIONS }. ※

{ 12 Days of Goosemas } ※ 2023 ※ ao3 ※ 18+

This is a collection of twelve fanfictions all under two thousand words each and all pertaining to characters played by Ryan Gosling. Not all of these works are directly intended to be Christmas themed, but they are all set in the month of December and have some seasonal vibes! 01 ※ { Hot Chocolate } ※ Officer K / Reader 02 ※ { Christmas Movie } ※ Driver / Ken 03 ※ { Winter Break }※ Henry Letham / Reader 04 ※{ Snow }※ Sierra Six / Reader 05 ※ { Holiday Party }※ Julian Thompson / Reader ※ 18+ 06 ※ { Decorating }※ Sebastian Wilder / Reader 07 ※ { Alone }※ Driver / Reade 08 ※ { Lights } ※ Holland March / Jackson Healy 09 ※ { Cookies} ※ Driver / Ken※ 18+ 10 ※ { Snowstorm } ※ Colt Seavers / Reader 11 ※ { New Year }※ Henry Letham / Sam Foster 12 ※ { Mistletoe } ※ Driver / Reader ※ 18+

※ .{ THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT SERIES }. ※

A collaborative series written with @danime25 centered around the relationship between Holland March and Jackson Healy.

{ Give Me the Night } ※ Holland March x Jackson Healy ※ ao3 ※ 18+

What if Healy had broken Holland's right arm instead of his left? Like most jobs involving stakeouts, the night is going by slowly. That all takes a turn, however, when Holland March, pent up and frustrated, finally pushes his fellow detective too far. Part one of the Butterfly Effect Series. (Can be read as a standalone)

{ Don't Go Breaking My Heart } ※ Holland March x Jackson Healy ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Even during the most wonderful time of the year, Holland March can't help but be clumsy. A stressful hospital trip to set the detective's re-fractured arm leads an unfortunate revelation about his relationship with Jackson Healy. Part two of the Butterfly Effect Series. (Can be read as a standalone) ※ chapter one: It's Up to Us // ao3 ※ chapter two: I Think We Can Make It // ao3 ※ 18+

※ .{ C R E D I T S }. ※

{ headers } ※ @drivinmeinsane { 18+ divider } ※ @cafekitsune { foliage dividers } ※ @saradika-graphics

[lifeiskentastic]

pls pls pls i need more sebastian fics hes my babygirl

as you wish ;)

Sebastian visits the bartender gn!Reader

Gif by @cinematicsource

A/N: I'm only happy to write more about this man (he's just everyone's bbygrl);

Summary: Every evening, Seb visits a bar where the Reader works as a bartender. The real reasons for his constant visits have never been known to the Reader, but it looks like they will finally be revealed today;

Song I recommend: Stray Heart by Green Day;

Words count: 640 word's;

Thanks for the request!

Sebastian sank heavily into a stool at the bar. You could see drops of sweat slowly trickling down his temples. Well, sometimes he looked even worse after a whole day of job with piano, so you wouldn't be surprised (especially after the time he came in with a vinyl player and scared the hell out of the customers with his jazz. I mean, who comes to a bar when they're already drunk?!)

You smiled kindly, wiping down the glass for your regular. You did this every night, something as routine and ordinary as brushing your teeth or turn off the light before going to bed.

"As usual?"

Seb's head hit the table with a thud, and he mumbled something unintelligible right into the table surface. You innocently laughed at your unfortunate friend, ready to listen to another story about the injustice of this world, music, obnoxious bosses, movies, music in movies and movies in music... The topics of your conversations were limited only by your linguistic abilities.

"You drank already, aren't you?"

Sebastian looked up at you sluggishly, putting his hand under his chin as if he were going to fall asleep right there in the bar (which, to be honest, had happened several times before).

"No, no... I'm just really, really… Really tired. I'll have the usual, if you please."

You quickly took out the golden whiskey you had prepared especially for Seb's visit and filled a clean glass with it.

When the drink appeared in front of Sebastian's face, he must have used all his last remaining energy to push the alcohol down his throat.

At such moments, you didn't understand him. He doesn't need to come here every night, especially when he's in such a bad state. And you're not going to hold a grudge against him for one missed visit!

"Why do you come to me every night? I mean, literally every single night."

Seb thought for a moment, but he was obviously overacting.

"It's just that this place inspires me."

You looked at the client in front of you in disbelief. And from your expressive gaze, it was easy to tell that you would never believe that someone could be inspired by old, shabby walls, one customer in a few hours (and it was usually Seb), a constant draft, and ancient, flooded furniture. There wasn't even a stage for musicians in this feeble bar!

However, Sebastian seemed to realize that he didn't sound convincing at all, so he continued:

"Just looking at this bar, I know for sure that my future club will be better in any way."

You both laughed. Now that was more like the truth.

Seb's eyes, exhausted but still somehow full of enthusiasm, were fixed on you. Which made perfect sense, because looking at anything else in this awful place was unbearable, and it was the only explanation for Sebastian almost falling over the bar trying to get as close to you as possible. At least that's what you thought.

"And as well... I come here to imagine a skilled bartender like you working behind the bar in my establishment."

You were a little confused by this sudden statement and decided to make sure you understood it correctly. It couldn't mean what you thought because it would be…

"Well, then I hope you find someone as good as me."

Seb smiled playfully.

"I don't think I need to look."

... Too good.

You were puzzled, surprised, and excited all at once, and you just couldn't decide which one was more important. However, you knew for sure that your guest's words had made your cheeks involuntarily flush.

"Well, you open it first... But, uh, I have to admit, I wouldn't mind if you invited me to work there."

"You bet I will."

You smiled at each other, believing with all your heart that you two would succeed.

[sabelthewitchart]

A Chosen’s Love Ch. 4

Chapter Master List

A new fanfic I’m working on (at the nudging of a friend.) 

Summary: A young woman who traveled with Lloyd Irving and the others to help regenerate the world stops in Meltokio and visits Zelos Wilder. Upon seeing him again, she learns he has a fiance and it suddenly puts things into perspective for her. Can she bring herself to admit her feelings before it’s too late? Reviews would be greatly appreciated, I’m a little rusty on my fanfictions. Tales of Symphonia characters, locations, story, etc are property of Namco and Takumi Miyajima Meilina Winters, Alexia Kingston, Ethan Hawke and Willow Livingsdale are my OCs

Chapter Four

  “What do you mean you overheard her say she nearly kissed him?!” Alexia demanded, voice shrill as she stared up at Ewan. He nodded, a frown on his face.

  “I heard them loud and clear. It seems he’s not as focused on you as I thought,” he responded. She growled with frustration.

  “If I let her get any closer to him, it’s all done for!” She stomped her foot down as she yelled, eyes narrowed. Ewan crossed his arms, looking thoughtful.

  “We need to figure out something to keep her away from him until after the wedding,” he muttered. Alexia started to pace back and forth, the fancy black and red heels she wore clicking on the stone path. A frown formed on her lips and she scowled, unable to come up with a plan.

  “Anything we do will make her suspicious. We can’t very well walk up to her and order her to leave.”

  The two continued to think, bouncing ideas back and forth before Alexia paused, smirking and turning to face Ewan.

  “I’ve got it.”

* * *

  Meilina browsed the item shop, scanning over the different flavored gels and different bottles of potions. She would definitely need some when she went adventuring again, though she was still sorely lacking gald, and Willow had to leave back to Sybak to get her next delivery. A sigh slipped past her lips and she turned to leave, mumbling about how she needed to learn to manage her money better.

  “I’m positive Raine would give me a lecture at this point,” she muttered as the door closed behind her. She turned, heading back towards the town gate, when she bumped into a familiar pink and black clad chest, a noise of surprise escaping her lips.

  “What was that about Raine lecturing you?” he asked, smirking as he steadied her, hands resting on her shoulders. She gave a short, humorless laugh as she looked away.

  “Well... I kinda spent all my gald and haven’t been able to find something to earn any the past couple weeks,” she muttered, glancing his way in hopes he hadn’t heard her. However, he had a thoughtful look on his face, his hand on his chin.

  “Hm... Well, you could always stay with me until you get something figured out,” he told her with a playful grin. She sighed and thought about it for a minute, then nodded.

  “Alright. I really appreciate it,” she told him finally. His grin became more genuine and he looped one arm around her shoulders, guiding her back towards the mansion.

  “Then let’s go get you set up in a room!” he exclaimed.

  Not much time passed before he was guiding her inside and up the stairs to the guest room that was right next to his bedroom. She thanked him and went to check out the room, but he stopped her before she could go in.

  “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask Sebastian about it. And if you have a nightmare or anything, you’re more than welcome to come in and curl up with me,” he told her, tone lighthearted and teasing. She laughed softly and gave a little nod.

  “I’ll remember that,” she told him before heading into the room and looking around. She set her bag down next to the bed and walked over to the window, pulling the delicate white curtains aside and peering out. It looked out over an extravagant garden with a little iron table and chairs in the center, each piece painted white. There were flowers of all different kinds that she could see and they drew her in. She wanted to go out and take a closer look, but instead she headed back out, intent on visiting the other shops in town to see if they had anything to offer in the way of odd jobs.  

* * *

  “So there’s nothing?” Meilina asked, frowning as she looked to the weapons shop keeper. “Not even an apprenticeship for customizing?”

  The shopkeeper shook his head, as did the weapons crafter when she looked to him. She sighed and bid them farewell, exiting the shop. She went to head to the armor shop once again, but stopped and glanced towards the Coliseum. Maybe she could find something there. A moment later, she found herself standing in the entrance, looking around. The lady at the desk was watching her expectantly as she approached.

  “Hi there. I was wondering if you needed any help around here?” she asked, feeling almost pessimistic based on her prior experience. However, the woman grinned and nodded to her.

  “Yes, we do! We’re actually looking for someone to work here at the main desk a few days every week,” she replied cheerfully. Meilina exhaled, not aware she’d been holding her breath.

  “Oh, sure, I can do that!” she responded. The woman took down her information and asked her a few questions, grinning and saying she would let her know soon when they needed her before Meilina left.

  I think I found something a bit more permanent, she thought as she went. She headed back to Zelos’ mansion, knocking and waiting for Sebastian to open the door.

  “Miss Meilina, while you are staying here, there is no need to knock when you arrive,” he informed her, holding the door open for her. She blushed a little, nodding; it seemed strange to her to just walk into Zelos’ home unannounced.

  “Master Wilder is in the den, he requested I have you go and greet him when you returned.”

  She nodded and headed down the hallway, knocking on the door to the den when she reached it. She heard him call for her to come in and pushed open the door. She walked in to find him lounging on one of the sofas again, arm draped over the back as he’d been the last time. He smiled and motioned her over to sit next to him, to which she happily obliged.

  “What’s going on?” she asked when she sat down. He let his arm drape around behind her and moved a little closer.

  “I just thought you might like to pick up where we left off before we were interrupted yesterday,” he told her. She looked towards him, realizing how close he was, and her cheeks started to burn.

  “Uh-uhm, wh-what do you mean?” she stuttered, looking away in an effort to hide her blush. His gloved fingers slid under her chin and gently turned her to face.

  “I meant this,” he responded, leaning in close to her. She felt her heart skip a bit as her eyelids fluttered closed.

[danime25]

Christmas Miracle

ao3 // normal masterlist // christmas masterlist

*Summary: Sebastian and his wife get a little alone time while their girls are waiting for Santa

*Rating: +18 for explicit mature content

*Content/Tags: Smut, Fluff, Slight Breeding Kink

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

And with that, the 12 days of Goosemas are over. Hope you all enjoyed!

Sebastian woke up and heard a quiet hum. He felt fingertips run down along his back and he shivered a little bit. He turned around and faced his wife, carefully wrapping his arms around her.

“Hi.” She laughed, leaning into his touch. She gave him a quick peck and let her hands rest on her husband’s chest

“What time is it?” He asked, returning the kiss to her

“About 3.”

“3?” He raised an eyebrow

“Yes. Gifts are all wrapped and under the tree. The girls are asleep. I triple checked.”

“Triple checked?” He raised an eyebrow. “What are you planning, love?”

“I want another baby.” She looked him dead in the eyes, “Can you make that happen for me, honey?”

“I’d be more than happy to.” Seb’s lips moved to her neck and started sucking on it. She let out a soft gasp and her nails slowly dug into his back. “You always look so pretty when you’re pregnant.”

“Yeah?” She moaned softly, “Tell me.” His lips moved down closer to her shoulder blades and he peppered the area with kisses. His hands moved behind her back and he let them rest underneath her shoulder blades.

“Gladly.” He whispered into her ear, the tips of his fingers running along the bone as he worked his way back up to her head. “Something about the way you carry yourself. Maybe it’s joy, I think it’s really just pride.”

“Yeah?” She huffed, the hot breath dragged across his cheek. He bit down on his lip for a second as he held onto his last ounce of self-control. He let out a deep sigh as he continued to tease her.

“There’s just something different about you when you’re out and about and everyone can see that you’re my wife.” His lips pressed the space behind her ear with the most delicate of touches and her neck was arched closer to him. He left one hand resting behind the nape of her neck while his other arm wrapped underneath her back. She propped a leg up and made space for her husband in between. He slid in and pressed his growing erection up against her pajama pants. She arched her back up and moved her hands off of him for a second to get her pants off. While she was busy, he worked himself out of his own pants. His dick popped out and he made a couple of quick motions with his hands before shoving himself into his wife. She bucked her hips up into him and he took her legs and spread them as far as she would let him. His thrusts were fast but precise, his need to fill her up consuming his every thought. Her moans underneath him were secondary to the desire he felt in that moment. She continued to grind up into him until he came into her. He rode his orgasm out for as long as he could until he was thoroughly spent. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and brought him into a kiss as he rested on top of her. His lips worked at hers sloppily and he used one hand to keep himself propped up. He laid at her side and wrapped his arms around her center, holding her close to his chest after he had pulled out. She rested her head against his shoulder before whispering a soft,

“Merry Christmas honey.”

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered back, pressing his lips against the crown of her head. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

“Think we’ll get another girl?” He laughed a little

“As much as I love them, I hope we get a boy.” Her laugh matched his tempo, “I’ve always wanted a boy.” He kissed her nose and cuddled with her

“I feel good about this Christmas.” He said with a smile before the two of them fell asleep, waiting for their girls to come and wake them up to open presents soon anyway.

[lifeiskentastic]

plsplspls write more sebastian fluff <33 i love ur writing sm

sorry for taking so long(

gn!Reader leads a drunken Seb out of his bar

Gif by @dilfgifs

A/N: Thank you all for your replies, you are so sweet 😭😭 I would reply to every single one of them but I started this blog as a side blog just to post one fic and I never thought it would go this far… anyway, thank you sm!

Summary: A friend (but not for long) Reader helps Seb after he gets drunk in his own bar;

Word count: small but concise 360 words;

Thanks for y'all again!

"How did you manage to get drunk in your own bar?"

Seb's head jerked around on your shoulder, nearly knocking you both to the ground. Still, it was a bit impractical to carry a drunken, grown man on the neck.

"I'm not drunk at all..."

The light laughter that followed these words indicated the opposite.

"Tell me that tomorrow morning."

After all, now that your friend had decided to drink himself into oblivion in his own bar, you would have to take care of him until the sun came up, until the first sober thought entered his head.

You would have been walking quietly through the empty, deserted park with Sebastian hanging on your shoulders, if not for the suspiciously strange silence from someone who had just spilled an entire bottle of whiskey into himself.

"Are you okay?"

You stopped and cautiously looked over your shoulder, meeting Seb's floating, mindless eyes.

"You look beautiful."

You blushed instantly, but kept your eyes on Sebastian. It's not that he's never complimented you before, it's just that right now he seemed so sincerely uninhibited and honest that your heart had to flutter.

"You too."

Seb's satisfied smile tripled in size. He relaxed his head on your shoulder, watching you from under his half-open eyelids.

There was something special about walking through the starry park at night, with the pungent smell of alcohol around Sebastian and his loving gaze fixed only on you.

You wonder how much of this will remain in Seb's memory after he sobered up? Well, judging by his sly look, he clearly knew how to keep that beautiful moment in his head.

"You're not that drunk, are you?"

"Oh." Sebastian's hands, which you had been holding to prevent him from accidentally losing his balance while faking drunkenness, closed on your cheekbones. "How did you manage to expose me?"

"You're a terrible actor." Although, in fact, you were glad that Seb's words and actions were done in good faith and with full understanding. "I can't believe you made me drag you."

"Ha-ha, I'm sorry, I was just enjoying it too much."

You couldn't help but agree.

P.S. Oh, what a plot twist!

[drivinmeinsane]

Happy winter everyone! Welcome to my 12 Days of Goosemas masterlist for 2023. This is a collection of twelve fanfictions all under two thousand words each and all pertaining to characters played by Ryan Gosling. Not all of these works are directly intended to be Christmas themed, but they are all set in the month of December and have some seasonal vibes!

My local timezone is GMT-6. The twelve fics will be posted starting December 12th at midnight and will continue through to December 24th.

A huge thanks to @danime25 for embarking on this journey with me by taking up her own 12 Days of Goosemas collection.

{ Hot Chocolate }※ Officer K / Reader ※ {ao3)

{ Christmas Movie } ※ Driver / Ken ※ {ao3}

{ Winter Break }※ Henry Letham / Reader {ao3}

{ Snow }※ Sierra Six / Reader ※ {ao3}

{ Holiday Party }※ Julian Thompson / Reader ※ {ao3} 18+

{ Decorating }※ Sebastian Wilder / Reader ※ {ao3}

{ Alone }※ Driver / Reader ※ {ao3}

{ Lights } ※ Holland March / Jackson Healy ※ {ao3}

{ Cookies } ※ Driver / Ken ※ {ao3} 18+

{ Snowstorm } ※ Colt Seavers / Reader ※ {ao3}

{ New Year }※ Henry Letham / Sam Foster ※ {ao3}

{ Mistletoe } ※ Driver / Reader ※ {ao3} 18+

{NON-SEASONAL MASTERLIST}