hiya I’m Noa! I'm twenty six and from the uk, I’ve made this account to post my writings I have been writing for a while but only recently felt motivated to post on here and A03 but I'm most active on tumblr. I mostly about Ryan gosling characters. If you have any ideas for any of his characters drop me a message or an ask and I’ll take a look ❤︎ I have started a masterlist of some of the characters I’ve already written for .ᐟ
When he found out about what happened to Grace, Rocky was reasonably horrified and livid. On their way to Erid, Grace hears the most beautiful tune he cannot seem to understand. It doesn’t sound Eridian, it just sounds like regular music. He sees Rocky on his laptop messing with Garage Band. Grace asks what’s up, very amused. Rocky tells him,
eridians make a new probe like the Beatles and its the second time ever humans have made contact with intelligent alien lifeforms and the only thing on it is a diss track for a woman thats probably long dead
I’ve recently started reading The Gray Man book series after watching the movie! I’m only on the first book but I need to get my thoughts out of my head and in to yours + I promise my next fic will be long form and not head cannons, mwah! (These turned out longer than I originally intended oops)
Sfw
⤷ you and Court got married a few years ago, a very small ceremony, it was off the books, the last thing he wants is something to happen to you to get to him. You both have rings, he takes him off on missions but puts it back on as soon as he’s done, it’s part of his routine when he comes back, parking Sierra Six at the door and coming back to you as Court.
⤷ you live in the country side on the outskirts, you’ve had to move a few times bit this is far enough out that you rarely get disturbed. The closest town is a thirty minute drive, it’s idyllic, it’s populated by mostly elderly people who have either live there all there lives or moved a few years ago to settle down.
⤷Court will fix everything in the house. “No, you don’t need to call anyone, I’ve got it” cut to him still sat trying to fix the bathroom sink a day and a half later because this man refuses to read an instruction manual. It comes to a point where you hope things break while he’s away so you can call a professional, just so he doesn’t stress himself out over it.
⤷you guys have a dog together, he didn’t want an animal, before this you both moved around a lot due to Courts job and even now you know that you might have to up and move at the drop of a hat. Due to that you both agreed pretty early on that it just wouldn’t be reasonable, but the last house you lived in got broken in to and although you got away with only a few cuts and bruises, Court never really did feel comfortable leaving you after that, of course he always knew it was a possibility but after it happened it shook him a bit. This lead to him coming home one day with a German shepherd puppy. From the day Court brought her home she was practically attached to your hip, she is unassuming enough that she passes as a pet, but she’s knows what she’s doing, she growls at Court if he comes home too late at night and she can’t figure out that it’s him in the dark.
⤷Court actually hates driving( kind of canonical from the books) one of the few things he doesn’t like about being out in the middle of nowhere is the lack of public transport, the closest thing you have is a bus stop that’s a 20 minute walk away. The busses come three times a day and if you miss it that’s it, Court knows all to well after having to call you to come and pick him up after missing it. you pull up to him stood looking sorry for himself holding your food shop in bags that looked like they where on the verge of breaking. And don’t get it wrong, he can drive, he’s just not particularly very good at it.
⤷genuinely worships the ground you walk on, he knows how much you’ve given up for him stability, a present partner, a place to call home for more than a few years, your family and friend, someone who can say with certainty if they are going to be in the country for more than a few days at a time. But whenever he brings it up you shush him, brush his hair softly off his forehead and give him a soft kiss, you know what you signed up for with him and wouldn’t change him for the world, well maybe you would give him more days off.
nsfw
⤷I don’t think he has a whole lot of experience, he went to prison at fifteen and was recruited at twenty three. So I think he’s had a sex maybe a handful of times before you two get together.
⤷would say he would talk you through it as is the type but with his lack of experience you’re are going to be the one talking him through it at the beginning. He trusts you, the relationship you guys made was forged on trust, and trust is a huge thing for Court as he’s only ever really had a handful of people in his life he he can truly trust.
⤷is generally pretty quiet when you two are have sex, grunts and groans along with a few whispered “good girl” or a gentle “that’s it”. But when you’re giving him oral? He can’t shut up, he’s moaning, soft chants of your name along with “please” and “don’t stop”. If you had neighbours you’d be worried about noise complaints because boy is he loud.
⤷ really quite gentle and attentive during sex, he doesn’t want to hurt you, he knows his own strength. He’s expected to be rough, hard and ruthless during work but with you? He would never dream of hurting you. but if you ask very nicely he might put his big hands around your neck
⤷ extremely touchy and clingy when he gets back from being away for a long mission, wants to spend meaningful time with you, snuggle together on the sofa and go for walks, but on the other hand m, he doesn’t know when he’s going to be shipped off again and he needs to be in between your thighs and deep inside right now and preferably in that order, but honestly hes not fussy.
⤷ absolute munch btw also, spends more time between your legs than he does behind the wheel of a car. And because you guys have been together for so long he knows exactly what he’s doing, can and will stay between your thighs for hours.
Happy Coltland Gentry hc, some don’t make sense and I don’t care xo
⋆˚꩜｡ Colt was the one who bought Grace his expensive watch, it was a gift from Colt after one of his first big movies, gave it to him as a ‘just because’. Wanted to spoil him with something he knew wouldn’t get for himself.
.✦ ݁˖Court sends them random post cards sometimes, just to let them know he’s thinking about them, and that he’s still alive. Ryland has a small collection growing on his fridge, post cards from Prague to Portugal.
⋆˚꩜｡Ryland doesn’t drive for one of two reasons. The first is that he can’t afford it the second being that he’s a danger to himself and others. Someone pulls in front of him? His hand remains on that horn for at least a minute, his mind wanders when he’s driving and suddenly he’s doing 80 in a 50. Colt went for a drive with him once and once he got out of the car he had never been so relived to see the ground. It’s not surprise really, Court taught him how to drive.
.✦ ݁˖ Court actually loves a Bond film, Casino Royale is his absolute favourite, the twins tease him relentlessly for it.
⋆˚꩜｡ Colt is the oldest out of the twins, argue with the wall I’m sorry, he exudes middle child energy like I can’t even explain.
.✦ ݁˖ Court missed Colts entire accident to when he recovered. Colt is lucky because Court would not have let him mope around and he would have figured out it was Ryder and Gail and sued them.
⋆˚꩜｡Court to this day still thinks the funniest thing in the world is pretending to mix them up, it doesn’t really bother Ryland but Colt gets so annoyed by it.
.✦ ݁˖ Ryland definitely shows his kids movies Colt is in and he’s like ‘yeah guys, that’s my twin brother’ ദ്ദി( ˘̀ ֊ ˘́) he’s so proud of him.
That’s all for now but maybe I’ll do another part, I love this au so much <3
description: Driver gets in to some trouble, you help him out in more ways than one.
word count: 2.3k
a/n: watched Driver again which is always dangerous territory for me </3 also massive thank you to @littlefromthewhitesea for reading through this multiple times editing it and basically working hand in hand with me to finish it, my full stop guru who knows the English langue better than I do <3 (also first time posting my fics guys, kinda nervous) okay enjoy, mwah!
tags/warnings: nsfw, smut, heavy mentions of blood, injury and inaccurate medical stuff, Driver x afab reader, possible inaccurate car stuff idk I just drive mine.
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A sharp knock at the door draws your attention away from the tv. Walking towards it, you spot his car parked outside on the curb. Your smile drops when you see the state of him. He's leaned up against your door frame, his face would almost be the same shade of white as his jacket, if it weren’t for the blood.
It is soaked through, splatters cover his arms but your eyes are glued on his abdomen, where his hand was clutching. You suspect that’s where the majority of the blood is coming from. You can feel the bile rise in your throat. You quickly usher him in, taking his free arm and putting it around your shoulder. ''We need to get you to a hospital-'' you sputter out. ''No'' he murmurs, breath coming out in heavy puffs. You sigh and gently shake your head and continue to lead him to the bathroom.
It’s the first time you've seen him like this. He's come back with a few cuts and bruises before, nothing a butterfly stitch couldn't fix but this. This is different. You know he's involved in things that aren't legal but he doesn't like to tell you much. 'The less you know the better' you remember him saying one night with a soft kiss on your forehead before he speeds on into the night.
He pulls his hand off his wound to show you before you immediately push it back. ''Keep pressure on it. I'll be right back okay.'' You stammer out, he groans in response pushing his hand hard against it. His head falls back, resting it against the cold tile wall, as you scramble out of the bathroom. You haphazardly grab the first aid kit and whatever you think you might need: thread, cotton, antiseptic, alcohol. You know he doesn't usually touch the stuff but he's going to need something for this, and hell you might need some too.
You come back into the bathroom to see his eyes half lidded looking towards you. You let out a little sigh of relief seeing he's still breathing. Laying everything out on the floor, you settle in between his knees, you look up at him and with a shuddering breath, trying to figure out where to start. You slowly unzip his jacket and peel it from his shoulders, muttering a few 'sorrys' as he tries and fails to suppress his groans. With the jacket off, the wound is clearly bad. It’s jagged. You try to steady your breathing as you feel the blood drain from your face. If you had to guess, you'd think it was from Driver trying to get away from whoever was attacking him. Considering he's sitting in front of you, you'd guess the other guy ended up worse off.
“It’s not deep” he breathes out a you place a hand on his thigh. ' You cut him off before he can say anything else, ''I don’t think that’s for you to decide,'' you mutter. Examining the wound, you try to see if you can even find where the damage is through all the blood. Overwhelmed, you shake your head trying to shake some sense in to yourself There's only so long you can put this off for. You're scared but you know he's definitely more scared than you right now. He wouldn't have turned up at your door like this unless he didn't have anywhere else to go.
With another shaky breath, you grab a cloth and start to clean him up, you shuffle closer on your knees. You feel him tense under your hand as you struggle to wipe the blood away to find where he begins and where the wound ends. Your other hand draws small circles on his thigh, giving small reassuring squeezes.
You wipe away as much blood as you're able to with the wound still pulsing, you quickly thread the needle and will your hands to stop shaking. You've only ever seen him sew up a wound on his leg before so you're less than qualified, but right now doing anything is better than doing nothing and he'll have to be happy with it. ''Try to stay still for me.'' you breathe out. His hand grabs your wrist before you can start, locking eyes with you His ragged breaths makehis chest rise and fall with an irregular rhythm, your other hand lifts to rest on his letting out a soft reassuring ''It'll be okay'' under your breath. You push the needle in, hearing him let out a deep hiss, throwing his head to the side, tensing up as you try to push through quickly.
He's struggling already. He's stoic but not that stoic. After cleaning it up, you can see he was right, the wound is not deep but it's still deep enough to warrant stitches. You'll never know how he drove here without causing an accident. His eyes squeeze shut but to his credit, he listens and does stay still as you work the needle through his skin, threading it back together, trying to mimic his movements from when he patched up his leg.
''My uh- my cars been making a weird noise.'' you say suddenly, mentally scolding yourself for how stupid it sounds when it leaves your lips. You want to help him, distract him, fill the silence in the room only partly drowned out by the fan humming. After a beat of silence you think you might have actually lost him as you continue threading his skin back together, when he shifts and looks towards you.
''What noise?'' he asks, hand clenching as it hangs to his side. You let out a sigh of relief, hoping he can see your attempt to distract him, a relieved smile rests over your lips.
''A uh, sort of crunching sound'' you hum out, coming towards what you hope is the end of the stab wound.
''When you brake?'' he huffs, eyes still fixed on you, watching you like you might disappear if he looks away.
''Yeah'' you nod, pushing though with the needle one last time and tying off the thread and letting out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. Running a hand over your face, your head leans on his thigh, you try to catch your breath. You feel him relax, his shoulders slouching and his breathing coming out in heavy huffs.
You push yourself off the floor, giving his clothed thigh a small kiss before moving towards the sink to rinse off the cloth. You bite your lip wringing out the cloth, your eyes keep falling back to him, a small knot forming in your stomach. Now that the likelihood of him bleeding out in your bathroom is less likely, your mind starts to wander, to possibilities you shouldn't allow it to. What if you weren't in tonight, what if you were working late or out with friends what would he have done then? Where would he have gon-
“Brake pads.'' he murmurs, your head whips over towards him, looking at you innocently.
'Wwhat?'' you question, eyebrow drawing together, if you didn't know any better you'd guess he had interrupted your train of thoughts on purpose.
''The sound in your car, you need new brake pads'' he grunted out, trying to push himself to sit up. Turning off the running water, you wring out the cloth as you walk over, push him and settle yourself between his legs again.
''Maybe, when you're feeling better, you can show me how to fit them?'' you offer with a smile, as you start gently scrubbing the blood off the skin around the wound. He nods, although you know it will probably end up with you keeping him company as he fits them for you, talking you through the basics. He would nevertheless reassure you that if you ever have any car troubles, no matter what it is, he will be there. ending in him refusing to take any money off you, even though you try to sneak it to him when he's not looking, and it'll somehow always end up back in your bag or neatly placed on your bedside table.
You reach over to your frankly under stocked first aid kit, grabbing the roll of bandages and placing a hand on his shoulder ''Can you lean forward?'' you ask, breath fanning against his ear, he suppresses a shudder and pushes himself forward. You start wrapping them around his abdomen and mentally adding more bandages to your shopping list.You wonder how much of the bandage you're supposed to use, another thing to ask Driver when he's in a better shape. You end up using the whole roll, tying it off and quickly checking him over.
You start moving your hands off of him when he catches your wrist, softly tracing the back of your hand, slowly, achingly slowly. He moves it to his lips and gives it a lingering kiss. He moves it to his chests and squishes it. No words needed, you understand the gratitude in his eyes. He tries to lean forward, his head lining to yours, when a hiss leaves him. You chuckle and quickly move towards him, sparing him. Raising as you lean on your knees, you support yourself with the hand on your chest until you’re both face to face. The kiss starts softly, merely a peck, when the hand that was holding yours moves to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.
You follow along, not wanting to push him when he's in such a state, but the look he's giving you between breaths makes your thighs clench together. Instintively, your hand begins to move downwards until it reaches his zipper. The small gasp he lets out brings you back from your thoughts.He looks down at you with half lidded eye, his hand gently resting over your cheek, fingers lacing your hair. You start palming him through his jeans as he lets out a soft little pant. He's already half hard.
''You're such a freak,'' you say under your breath with a small smile, “almost dead five minutes ago and now he is excited." The blood he has lost doesn’t impede him from blushing, as he gives you a sheepish smile. You bring your other hand up to unbutton his jeans. His hand follows you down, never leaving your cheek. You lean into it before turning to kiss his palm.
''Let me do this for you'' you whisper, holding his gaze. His blue eyes stare at you, eyes roaming your face. You cock your head at him for a moment, giving him the opportunity to back out of this. A small nod is all you need to continue to unzip his jeans and help him shimmy out of them.
His eyes are trained on you, you can feel them without even looking at him. The metal of his jeans clatters to the ground, your head dips, placing sloppy kisses on his thighs, your hand returning to palm his cock through his boxer. ''So pretty'' he mumbles, his hand moving to rest on your head as you move up kissing up towards his throbbing length.
You plant light kisses over him through the fabric while your hands smooth the skin of his thighs upwards, until they reach the waist band of his boxers, hooking your fingers around it. His hand moves again to your cheek and strokes it, his thumb ghosting over your lips parting them slightly. His eyes roam over your face, a hungry look in his eyes only half concealed but the exhaustion creeping up on him. It's after a minute his thumb tracing gently over your cheek, that you tug on the boxers again You sigh with an amused huff, ''Lift your hips so I can take these off” you nudge gently, taking his hand in your own and kissing his fingers, keeping your eyes on him. He pulls his hand away, you feel a small pout resting on your lips at the loss. He lifts his hips up with a small groan as his stomach tenses slightly, you reach your hands up pulling his boxers off, finally joining the jeans on the floor.
Your fingers close around his length and as his cock twitches in your hand, he whines, eyes squeezed closed, as his chin hits his chest. His hips thrusting into your clenched fist. Your thumb runs over the tip of his cock, he stiffens up letting out a small groan. You hum at his reaction, a small satisfied smile resting on your lips. You start stroking him up and down, not wanting to tease him, not tonight, with what he's been through already tonight, you can save that for another time.
He’s already close, between the adrenaline slowly tapering off and the blood loss, the fact he’s still conscious is a small miracle in itself. You keep pumping his cock in your hands as his hips push up to meet your fist, winching slightly. His jaw is clenched, eyes closed, soft whimpers and pleas leave his parted lips.
With a soft groan, he cums hard in your hands as he pants, warmth almost immediately coats your fingers. You continue stroking him, dragging out his orgasm as much as you can without completely wiping him out. His head falls back hitting the wall again and he breathes out gasps and slurred words. You lean over to grab tissue to wipe your hands but he stops you before you're able to, grabbing your wrist and bringing it up to his mouth. Licking your fingers, holding your eyes the entire time. “You’re such a menace”, even after almost bleeding out in your downstairs toilet he's absolutely insatiable.
You push yourself up to kiss him again, tasting him on his lips. His hands come up threading through your hair pulling you in. His lips moved against yours, you groan when you feel his teeth sink into your bottom lip before you pull away. ''Let's get you to bed before you get into any more trouble'' you grin, your forehead leaning against his.
