(VARIOUS! YANDERE! RYAN GOSLING CHARACTERS X G/N READER)
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SUMMARY: Short scenarios on different Ryan Gosling characters and how they would stalk you.
WARNINGS: yandere themes/behaviours, LOTS of stalking in various different ways, creepy behaviours, unhealthy mindsets, obsessive behaviours (FOR RYLAND’S PART): stalking, internal conflict, the system failing victims implied (FOR COLT’S PART): stalking, implied threats of violence to others, breaking and entering, reader not being believed by anyone (FOR COURTLAND’S PART): stalking, breaking and entering, hidden cameras, implied murder/deaths (FOR DRIVER’S PART): stalking, breaking and entering, watching you sleep, intrusive thoughts, implied violence to others (FOR LARS’ PART): stalking, reader not being believed by anyone, threats of future kidnapping, religious guilt (FOR HOLLAND’S PART) stalking, alcoholism, manipulation, implied abuse of power, implied drug use (FOR JACOB’S PART): stalking, manipulation, abuse of power/status, paying people off (FOR KEN’S PART): stalking, toxic masculine mindsets, incel internet stuff, radicalisation, the system failing stalking victims
WORD COUNT: 2.5k
EXTRA NOTES: Includes Ryland Grace, Colt Seavers, Courtland Gentry/Sierra Six, Driver, Lars Lindstrom, Holland March, Jacob Palmer and Ken. Some scenarios can be read as at anytime in the characters storylines, and others are specifically before or after certain things, so they may stalk in different ways at other times, depending on what resources are available to them, hope that makes sense! The title is inspired by the song ‘Can’t Take My Eyes off of You’ by Frankie Valli.
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Ryland Grace was going to get caught and he knew it. He wasn’t built for stalking someone, even though his body and mind screamed at him like it was his calling. He was too clumsy for it and it was becoming a problem. Being a teacher kept him busy, so busy, and he was so sleep deprived. He woke up early to walk with you to your work, and then rush to his. He went to bed late in the night as he spent all his free time with you, only ever stopping when he nearly passed out or had to plan for his lessons. His entire weekend was taken up by you. But he wasn’t good at it either. You’d seen him a number of times, and each time your smile got more strained, and your eyes more questioning. Why was he always there? And why did you keep catching him looking at you? He’d walked into poles, he’d thrown himself behind and into bushes, he’d once, with no control over himself, started talking to you. He must look crazy. He is crazy. And he was finding it harder and harder to not get involved in your life. Seeing someone bother you, and him being just a middle school science teacher with a PHD, made him so frustrated he could explode. And he was so sure you were going to call the cops on him. He didn’t think they’d do anything, they never did when someone was being stalked but the stalker wasn’t doing anything other than stalk yet. But he was getting more and more on edge about it. He thinks he’ll have to do something about it soon, because he can’t just stop, he’s tried. And everyday he convinces himself he’s doing the right thing. His internal battle between right and wrong is constant, and wrong is winning and he’s succumbing to you before your very eyes. He just hopes he can think of a plan before you try and do something about it. For now, he’ll fumble his way around your world, waiting for something to help him be more than he is, waiting to get in permanently.
Colt Seavers was charming. He was just crushing on you. He was a lover at heart, he had a lot of feelings, and wasn’t that mature for a guy like him? In his line of work, he could be like Tom. Full of himself, smug, patronising. But no, Colt Seavers was attentive, kind, boyish and bright. Yeah he’s been looking at you a lot, isn’t that so sweet? Yeah sometimes your trailer looks like it’s been searched and someone saw Colt nearby at the time, but that was probables just the cleaners and Colt was just walking to his trailer, which was next to yours! Sure he knows a lot about you, but he’s just like that. He’s a joy to work with on set, and he’s so brave doing what he does, yet so respectful to everyone. If he ever made you uncomfortable, that’s a you thing, not a him thing. He’s always there when you need something, and that’s not weird, it’s lovely! And yeah, the last time you went on a date the guy ghosted you, and when you saw him again, he looked behind you and you thought he was going to start crying or throwing up, and when you turned you saw Colt not too far away, watching. He looked different, he looked dangerous, his usual spark dulled down to something cold. But then he saw you looking and he beamed and he gave you his signature thumbs ups, and you smiled awkwardly and then turned away, and the guy was gone. But that’s just because that guy was one of those bad ones, not like Colt, who everyone loved. You should feel lucky that his attention is all on you, he always gives his everything in his work and his relationships, and isn’t that what you want?
Courtland Gentry was a professional. You had no idea you were being stalked. Not an inkling. You went about your life simply, normally, whilst his revolved around you. He slept in the closest motel to you, and he only slept when his body demanded it. A lot of the time, he’d sleep in his car, parked down your street. His schedule was your schedule. His time was spent doing whatever you were doing, or just observing. He’d broken into your house without leaving any trace, and he’d hidden cameras, he’d checked the stability of your locks, he’d looked for anything that could help him learn more about you, protect you. And you didn’t think for a second that your room had been rummaged through, that the car that was parked down the road had a man in it that was looking at you through his laptop screen. He walked behind you wherever you went, and when he couldn’t do that he would meet you at your destination. He took out people that he thought could hurt you before you even knew it was in their capacity to do so. He looked out for you like it was a sierra task. Methodical, executed to perfection. He didn’t make any mistakes, and he never would. You would never know, unless he decided to tell you one day. He thought it best not to, it can be quite distressing to find out about, and you weren’t like him. You were a person, a human. He was, well, trying to be a human again. He would try for you. Try to fold himself into the shape of a man who could love you like you deserved. But in the end, he’d love you the only way he knew how. By making the hard decisions for you, by keeping you safe, by planning ahead so you didn’t have to. He didn’t care what he had to do, and he’d take whatever reaction you gave him if he ever did have to reveal himself to you, and he’d continue anyway. Nothing could stop him, not even you.
Driver was invisible, when he chose to be. You didn’t know you had a stalker, and that’s how Driver wanted it. For now. His life was quiet, and you were the only noise he liked. He walked without making sound, he drove with only a small hum making it known. He knew every shortcut around, he knew how to hide from you. He took outfits from work and wore them out in public so you didn’t see his scorpion jacket too often. He made barely any noise when breathing. He’d watched you sleep, at the foot of your bed. He’d just stood there, staring. And he was gone long before you began to stir. But, part of him wanted you to see him. The intrusive thoughts ate at him, you looking behind, eyes wide, at his car, always there. You recognising him deep in your soul every time a store bell sounded a minute after you walked in. He wanted to live a life without anyone else being bothered about him. But you, he wanted you to be bothered about him. He wanted you to look at him, to talk to him, to touch him. He wanted you both to breathe the same air, exist in the same space. He wanted you to know you were looked after. That there were bad people in the world, and that maybe he was one of them, but that he’d never be bad to you. He’d be bad for you. He’d do all the things no one should ever do, so that you didn’t have to. He craved for you to hold his face, or to let him hold yours, and to live in a gentle kind of love that was coated with violence to keep it safe. He wanted to be yours, and he was, he irrefutably was, but he needed you to know that you had him in every way possible. As he left your house in the dead of night once more, he lingered in your doorway and wondered how much longer he could control himself before he snapped.
Lars Lindstrom was harmless. That’s what everyone kept saying to you ever since you moved into your new town. His sister in law assured you that he was just trying his best, he didn’t mean anything bad by it, he couldn’t hurt a fly. His brother said that that was just Lars, and it could be off putting at first, but you’d get used to it. Your neighbours said he was just shy, just learning, just showing an interest in your arrival in his own way. You had to walk past his house to get to your job every day, and every day you could see his faint silhouette in his window, watching you go by. You sometimes saw his car parked down the street when you were visiting someone, and when you’d start walking home, the car would start. It kept a decent distance, never getting too close, but it was there, following. If you’re on one side of the room, he’s shoved in the corner at the other side, watching, then squeezing his eyes shut and looking away when you catch him. You tried to approach him once, swallowing your concerns to try and be polite, listen to all the good things everyone said about him, but he ran away. You couldn’t tell if it was that social awkwardness everyone said about, or if it was from guilt. Guilt from being caught and knowing he’d been doing something bad. He was a good Christian man, Lars. He knew his feelings were sinful ones. But he couldn’t help it no matter how hard he tried. He thinks it would be easier to just take you home with him one day and not let you leave, rather than try to talk to you in the street. The thought makes him sick, but every second he gets closer to doing something he can’t take back.
Holland March was a drunk. If he ever happened to be walking in the same direction as you late on a night, swaying slightly, it was just a coincidence! He was so out of it that he’d forgotten his way home, and he was just trying to get his bearings, that’s all. If he ever fell into you when you were both at the same bar, it’s because he’s wasted, it’s so lucky you were there to catch him, to hold him up and deliver him back safely to his friend Healy. Without your strong arms, he’d have cracked his skull open. If he ever said something about you that you’ve never told him before, he’s just so drunk and a really good detective, nothing to stress over. He’s not a violent drunk, you’ll be okay, everyone says so. He’s a mess, but he’s grieving, give him some sympathy. Don’t be mean about a widowed man. His wife died and he’s a single dad and his job can be so hard, but he’s a good guy. Helps the community out. He’s kind of stupid, people say, everything he’s doing is on accident and influenced by alcohol or something more. None of this is calculated, he’s not capable of being that smart, or using how he’s perceived to his advantage. Right? Of course not. He’s Holland. It’s a miracle he gets out of bed everyday, he couldn’t pull off something so well thought out.
Jacob Palmer was nonchalant, and very rich. It was just a part of his day, he didn’t worry about it all that much. At the start of his interest in you, he’d paid a guy to follow you around and tell him your schedule. Then, he paid a guy to threaten the people you worked for to give you a promotion, make you happy. Then, he paid the people who you worked for to change your work schedule into something that fit more with his. Then, he paid for a driver and a car to follow you around every day, which he’d laze in the back of, as they followed you around whenever you were walking to and from work. He changed the cars frequently to keep that pretty little head of yours from fretting about being followed. He’d watch you, he’d flip off the cars behind him that were honking at the leisurely speed they were driving at so they could keep close to you, he’d instruct the driver to park whenever you took an unplanned detour. He’d pay everyone he paid hush money, to keep it quiet. He was a man of money, and he was going to be spending it all on you soon enough anyways, why not start doing it now? You didn’t know about it, but he was keeping your favourite cafe from going bankrupt, he was donating to things he knew would make you think highly of him if you knew about. He more than once got out of the car he was paying for, just so he could open the door for you, or stand next to you in a shop he’d never been in before due to how cheap it was. It was sparse, the amount of times he’d put himself in your line of sight, but he was slowly buying his way into your life, and you had no idea.
Ken was obvious, painfully so. He’d learnt about stalking when doing research on ‘how to get someone to like you back as much as you like them’. He’d gone down a very dangerous internet path and, being susceptible to toxic male ideologies, he thought stalking was the most romantic, and smartest, path forward to make himself the perfect boyfriend for you. He hadn’t read up on the mental or physical toll stalking takes on the victim, he hadn’t listened to the stories of people saying it in fact had the opposite effect of charming someone and instead put them off, he hadn’t even realised it was illegal. He’d read other men saying that they’d learnt the ins and outs about the person before their first date, which meant their success rate was increased tenfold. He’d read them saying that they were able to pinpoint other threats and take them out before things went too far. He’d read that some people find it attractive, even if they say otherwise. The only problem was, he wasn’t very good at the keeping hidden part. His clothes were bright, his voice was loud, his eyes were unblinking and his presence was demanding. He walked behind you, but he never tried to hide anywhere when you turned around, he just looked up and whistled, thinking he was being casual. He stood next to you as you tried to complete your shopping list, and more than once passed you the item you needed, or just put it in your basket for you. You’d called the police when he was just out of earshot, and even though you knew he was following you, had been for weeks now, they didn’t do anything, and so he continued, and you grew ill over it. You dreaded the day he decided to follow you home and not leave. He planned to do that next week!
Ken x Reader ~~ Ken only has a good day when you smile at him ~~ 1.3K Words
Dream lover, until then; I'll go to sleep and dream again
That's the only thing to do; 'Til all my lover's dreams come true
Warning: Tooth-rotting fluff, that's it <3
Ken found a love for the beach in the real world after the whole debacle with the patriarchy in Barbie World. Even if he couldn’t truly beach like he wanted to.
The sand that squished between his toes, the water that lapped against the shore in the distance, the cry of a seagull that became wondrous background noise as he stared out into the ocean.
Everything that he loved about the beach was tenfold here.
And then… There was you.
You visited the beach almost every day like him, finding almost as much joy in it as he did.
The way you stood ankle deep in the water, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the feeling of the water hitting against your ankles. He found himself almost stumbling over his feet when he first saw you doing that.
Something about you just drew him in.
And Ken fell fast and hard.
Ken watched you every single time you came to the beach. Almost becoming expectant of your form, so much that he grew sad on the days you didn’t show up. His blue eyes followed every move you made, whether that be when you sat on the sand reading or wading through the waves.
Even if he wasn’t trained to save you like lifeguard Ken, he knew he would try if anything had happened to you.
That much he was sure about.
You had both bumped into each other accidentally one day after he kept his eyes on you, it being more your fault than Ken’s. You were being blinded by the sun while you were walking down the shore, and Ken… well, he was just blinded by the fact that you were actually walking over to him.
Your bodies bumped together before you could register the fact that there was a shadow, your hand too busy covering your eyes to keep the sun out to notice such a detail.
“Oh, I’m sorry!”
Ken froze when you moved to look up at him, your nose scrunched slightly from the blinding light. He gulps and nods to your words.
Quick!
What would Ken do in this situation? He was cool!
The idea flashes in his mind before he can truly think it over.
He needed to look cool for you! To impress you!
His arm comes up, hand coming behind his head as he flexes his muscles, and before he could speak, his body goes to lean on a doorframe that so obviously was not there.
His body, straightened like a board, falls flat into the sand.
Your laughter afterwards, as you helped him get back up, was the best medicine for anything, he immediately found himself deciding.
After that, the two of you had become almost inseparable on the beach.
Ken currently stood in the same spot as he usually did, his eyes watching behind his sunglasses as you find your regular spot with the same beach bag you carried over your shoulder.
Your gaze drifts over towards where he stood, knowing where he would be, your hand coming up as a protective shield for your eyes against the sun. Something in him skips when your smile brightens at just the sight of him, your other hand raising to wave at the familiar figure.
You were as bright as the sun in Ken’s eyes.
No, brighter!
“Hi, Ken!”
You call out to him the same way as always, and his feet move before his brain can even think to catch up, leading him closer to you as his own smile makes its way onto his lips.
You always called out to him first.
You always smiled when you saw him.
And every time it sent a thrill through his head.
The feeling reminded him of Barbie, but something was different this time with you. It felt more… real? True? Ken couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
But he knew he liked it.
Whatever it was.
His eyes stare behind the pair of sunglasses he wears, taking in the way your eyes squint at the occasional ray of sunshine peeking through your fingers. The included scrunch of your nose was another thing he found himself longing to see more often ever since that first encounter.
Like the cherry on top of a perfect sundae.
Just like the other times, you seemed to have forgotten to pack a pair of sunglasses in your beach bag, something Ken didn’t mind as he always kept an extra pair in his pocket just for you.
Not wanting you to suffer from the sun any longer, he quickly pulls the shades from his pocket, pops them open, and places them on your face, making sure to be extra careful as he does so. He didn’t want to accidentally poke you and hurt you!
Your smile turns gracious, a soft sound of laughter escaping you. The sound rang deep in Ken’s brain, hitting every nerve connection that was possible, a Pavlovian sound that instantly caused his smile to brighten.
“Thanks, Ken. Maybe I need to just always keep a pair in my bag.”
“I’ll always keep an extra pair for you.”
His words, albeit more truthful and straightforward than you’re used to from other men, were a part of Ken that was just him.
You watch behind the sunglasses as he digs through his pocket for a few seconds, before showing you his treasure like it was his proudest achievement. Seashells were littered in his palms, of different sizes and colors, but all pretty little things.
None of them had chips or missing pieces, as if Ken had dutifully picked out ones from the sand that were just perfect.
“Ken, they’re beautiful. Thank you.”
This was another thing about Ken: he was always finding seashells on the seashore and giving them to you. You had so much that you managed to fill a vase with them to keep on your dining room table.
Carefully, you take the seashells from his hands, looking them over for just a few seconds longer before setting them into a small pocket in your bag, mentally reminding yourself to be careful when you pack up from the beach.
When you look back at Ken, you find him staring at you with that same smile on his lips, one that was so distinctly him. Bright and waiting, perfect teeth on display.
Hell, you were sure if he had a tail, it would be wagging excitedly by now.
“They reminded me of you.”
Your heart melts every time you hear it from him, your smile almost becoming too much, your cheeks aching. But he always pulled that from you, a smile so bright you didn’t mind the ache.
“Thank you, Ken.”
Your voice had softened around the syllable of his name, and you watched as his body almost slumped in response to such a gracious thing.
Slowly, you lean forward to plant the gentlest of pecks against his cheeks, a small, grateful thing that would only devolve into something more if you let it.
And maybe… You did.
“Come on, Ken. Let’s go look for more seashells.”
You begin to walk before him, kicking off your sandals and heading towards the shoreline. Unbeknownst to you, Ken is standing stock still, his brain computing such a delicate thing from you, storing it in the section of his brain that was all about you.
“Are we girlfriend/boyfriend now?”
“Yes, Ken, we’re girlfriend/boyfriend now.”
“Sublime!”
You hear his call behind you, and you struggle to contain your laughter before hearing his footsteps rushing to catch up beside you, his hand instantly finding your own to intertwine your fingers.
Ken smiled as bright as the sun the entire time, looking at everybody that passed by the two of you while you walked, pointing over at you enthusiastically.
“This is my girlfriend.” He would announce with almost the same amount of excitement every time.
And even through the embarrassment that floods through your system each time he says it, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
You are a Marine returning home from deployment, where the sudden quiet of civilian life feels unfamiliar as opposed to the battlefields you left behind. Barbie is a bright, endlessly curious woman still learning how to be human and searching for her place in the world after leaving Barbieland. From an awkward family gathering to late–night walks and from the dangers of the world to finding safety in each other, you and Barbie find in each other the comfort, wonder, and belonging you’ve both been missing — and build a love that finally feels like home for the first time.
i want barbie to take me into the woods in a winter chalet and rub her pussy against mine for hours with no end in sight. thx for taking requests, i loved your barbie series xx from ecuador
Snowy Honeymoon
A/n: Ugh, how I’ve missed writing for Barbie!!! This request fits perfect in the CEO Barbie AU
Pairings: Margot!Barbie x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT 18+, scissoring, mommy kink
While you and Barbie enjoyed being in Vegas, the two of you decided to spend the rest of your honeymoon in a luxurious cabin in Alaska.
So after everything was booked, you packed up and headed to the private jet. Barbie made sure to have winter clothes delivered straight to the cabin so you guys didn’t have to go back home to pack again.
The plane ride was filled with champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, and lots of steamy moments.
Hours later, you arrived at the cabin. Your eyes widened when you saw how huge and fancy it was. But of course, your wife never spared no expense.
“I love it! Thank you so much, baby!” You squealed in excitement as you kissed her. The CEO chuckled, “Of course. Only the best for my new wife.”
You love being referred to as her wife.
“Come on, it’s freezing and we’re not dressed properly.” The two of you rushed inside the rented house. It had huge windows that showed the beautiful snow outside, dark wood accents, and an amazing fireplace. It was also two stories with a landing overlooking the floor below.
The kitchen was rustic but luxurious at the same time. And the bedroom. Well, the bedroom was very intimate. Perfect for the activities Barbie and you have planned.
As a matter of fact, the two of you couldn’t even make it up to the bedroom and began making out in the kitchen.
“Come on. Mommy has an idea.” She purred and you blissfully followed her upstairs. Once you arrived to the bedroom, she instructed you to strip off your clothes which you quickly obeyed.
You eyed her as she also stripped her clothes. “Lie down.” Another simple instruction. You lied down and watched as she sat in front of you. Both of your legs were spread. You then knew what she had planned.
“Ive never done this before.” You said.
“I know. But we’re going to try this together, okay?” Barbie responded in a reassuring tone and you nodded in agreement.
Your pussy was already wet-it’s always wet for her-and so was hers so there was no need for foreplay.
“I know you love the strap, and I do too, but if this works out this could be fun as well.” She said before scooting closer and closer till both your pussies were lightly touching each other. It was both nerve wracking and erotic. And those feelings together made your brain short-circuit.
You grabbed ahold of Barbie’s hand as she began to grind her pussy against yours. And it felt better than expected.
“Oh, fuck!” You cried out.
“Mmm so good!” Your wife moaned out in agreement.
It was a sensation you’d never felt before, but was quickly becoming addicted to. The feeling of her clit and lips against yours was too good, it almost felt overstimulating at times. But you sure didn’t want it to stop.
“Oh my god!” You were withering now, gripping onto Barbie’s hand like a vice. Your eyes glued shut.
“Mmm mommy’s gonna cum! Fuck! Are you almost there?”
“Yes, mommy! I- I can feel it!”
“Come on, cum for me, you’re almost there. Be a good girl and cum for mommy.” She cried as she reached the edge, her release coating your pussy lips.
You weren’t too far behind, shaking as the coil inside you snapped without much warning. The two of you continued to rub your soaking cores together as you came down from your highs.
“Oh, baby that was so good. You did so good. Thank you for trying something new for mommy.”
You blushed, “felt good.”
“Yeah? Guess you and mommy found a new way to play. Now, rest up so we can go snowboarding.”
