#driver x ken

[ken-dom]

Dumping my brain worms here so I can go to bed. I need to sleep. You don’t have to do anything with these.

Driver and Ken dating and then stalking Reader together.

Or just Driver and Ken stalking each other. I think it would warm Drivers heart to see Ken try so poorly to steal his stuff and take photos of Driver without being noticed. Not knowing Driver was trailing him all the time.

-fanfichubcircuit

Driver knowing what to do. He’s stealthy, he’s quiet, he takes his time. He’s clever about it. He savours every moment he watches you without you knowing, memorising it all for later, and relishes in the interactions he manages to force with you.

Ken… isn’t quite as subtle. He doesn’t know when to stop talking, he gives them both away, asks too many questions and gets distracted easily.

Driver backs Ken against a wall and quietly threatens him more times than Ken can count (11) to keep him quiet, and Ken likes that perhaps a bit more than he likes following you in the end.

He also likes watching Driver kiss you. You don’t know he’s there, of course, hiding in the shadows as Driver makes his meticulously planned moves on you, slow and commanding and putting on a real show for Ken, who he knows will be seeing this and salivating for the moment they return home so Driver can silently show him how you kissed back.

Ken’s left breathless and hard and begs Driver to kiss him his way too. He obliges of course, and before long they’re both rutting against each other and moaning your name into one another’s mouths.

Driver might find Ken kind of annoying when they’re tailing you, but he’s sure good for kissing practise, especially with Ken’s thigh pressed right between his…

[infinityonhellow]

i had a vision but i gave up

also don't look at ken for too long.... #thatisNOTdababy

[drivinmeinsane]

Snow : 12 Days of Goosemas

Day Eight ❆ Driver / Ken

{12 Days of Goosemas 2024 Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}

❆ Summary: Driver can't sleep, not when the neighbors fighting next door dredges up memories he'd rather forget. ❆ Rating: No mature content. ❆ Content/Tags: Angst, Comfort, PTSD, Driver POV, Some Reference to James Sallis's Drive Novel, Character Study, Established Relationship, Codependency, Driver has a Different Take on Barbieland ❆ Word Count: 1531

Moving out of the sunny sprawl of California to the grim skies of Washington hadn’t been a mistake. There had been too much baggage in the Golden State for either of them to feel comfortable. Driver knows that Ken would always feel the pull of Barbieland like an addiction he couldn’t shake—he’d have always found himself worrying the inside of his cheek raw over the nonsensical idea that Driver could possibly ever think he was not enough.

As for Driver himself… Well, he’s never belonged anywhere before. Not really. Not until Ken had come along and rolled right over the hood of his project Chevy to land on the pavement in the glow of the headlights. The dazed man had been miraculously unbroken physically if not mentally. It had been abundantly clear that he was the purpose Driver had spent his entire life waiting for.

While leaving for northern pastures hadn’t been a mistake, Driver was of the opinion that picking this damned apartment had been. The neighbors are fighting again with a vengeance.

A glass smashing against the wall sends him straight out of bed to cross the threadbare carpet to the window. He slips his fingers between the slats making up the blinds and sightlessly peers out into the night. The mechanic is desperately trying to keep from thinking of older fights—more personal ones.

The woman neighbor’s voice rises shrilly. She is accusing her male partner of some infraction or another. Despite his best efforts to keep himself in the moment, he is dunked under the surface. His lungs are caught in a cruel twist. He can’t breathe.

Splatters of blood on the dinner table. Gurgling. His father dropping face down into his plate, crushing the peanut butter and baloney sandwich he’d been provided. His mother sitting down in her customary seat as if nothing were taking place. And Driver sits there, small, trying to be smaller. Why had he had that growth spurt? Why hadn’t he stayed stunted enough to be useful. If he hadn’t grown, his father wouldn’t have had to die for not—

Behind him, he hears Ken roll over in their shared bed. He listens to the other man sleepily pawing through the bedding in the subconscious desire to find him. Even in his sleep, Ken always tries to reach out to Driver. Knowing that the slumbering man is there is a floating piece of debris in the ocean of his mind. Driver latches onto it like the drowning man that he is. He sucks in one breath, then another.

Driver hangs onto the thin comfort of Ken being in the same room, even after there is the distantly audible rattle of cutlery in the kitchen drawer. Bile creeps up his throat and threatens to forge an exit faster than he can swallow it down. He strains his eyes, staring into the parking lot. He can make out the sleek, silver-gray body of his Malibu. She’s waiting in the darkness, looking for all the world like a nurse shark resting in the sediment.

His fingers itch to feel the curve of her steering wheel through a barrier of skin-tight leather. He can’t slip into the driver’s seat. Not right now. He fears that if he does, he might never come back. He can’t do that to Ken.

Neither of them are worth much without the other.

Ken cannot survive without him and there’s a cruel part of Driver that likes it that way. He has had a persistent thought that, one day, the other man will become independent enough to leave him behind. A kinder part of Driver hopes that he will. The wheelman knows that he is nothing more than a poison. Too many have had their lives torn apart as a result of his feelings. He doesn’t want Ken to be another causality of his love.

He is so wrapped up in the ghosts haunting the folds of his gray matter that it takes him a long moment to comprehend anything other than the familiar shape of his vehicle. Tumbling, white flecks drift without purpose on their journey to the ground. More and more of them start falling, forcing him to look at the world through patches of white.

It’s snowing. The strangeness of it is enough to draw his attention away from the commotion on the other side of the wall. He hasn’t seen snow since he was a kid. His foster family had taken him with them on a trip out of state years ago, long before he had taken their car and disappeared from their lives.

He turns away from the window, nearly slipping out of his socks in his haste to get to the bed. His knee dips into the mattress. The pressure is just enough to tilt the man laying on the surface.

“Ken,” he says, hushed from the late hour. He clears his throat and tries again. “Ken, wake up.”

The other man stirs with a sleepy grunt, clenching his eyes closed. He tries to burrow down into the blanket away from Driver’s insistent form.

He gives him a little shake on the upper arm. “C’mon, man.”

“Whazzssut?”

“Got something to show you.”

“T… morrow?” Ken tries.

“Now.”

At that, the other man cracks open an eyelid. It’s truly a herculean effort on Ken’s part if the jaw-popping yawn he lets out is any indication. All the same, he lets Driver all but drag him out of their bed and onto his bare feet. He doesn’t even protest after the mechanic throws a wad of clothing at him, only begins to dress himself.

While Ken struggles to make sense of his shoelaces in his foggy state, Driver shrugs into his layers of jackets. He still hasn’t been able to commit to buying himself a winter coat. He’d made sure Ken had one at the first sight of him shivering from the chill. He’d been too worried to let it go. Ken is a Malibu man through and through. He’s still head-turningly tan despite the prolonged lack of sun.

“Is something wrong?” Ken asks, more alert. The last time Driver had bundled them out of the door, the wrong guy had gotten pissed off about a job. He’d been prepared to put bullets in Driver—somewhat acceptable to the wheelman but not ideal—and in Ken—completely unacceptable and unforgivable.

“No,” he says simply.

He finds his keys and pauses for a moment by the doorway. “’s something fun,” he tacks on belatedly.

At that, Ken perks up. “Cool. Cool. Is it a car? A horse? Did the neighbors finally move—No, wait, I still hear them. Did…”

Driver lets the other man’s speculating wash over him. He simply takes his partner’s hand in his and leads him out of the unit and down the communal hallway after locking the front door behind them. Even though the leather of Driver’s gloves and the fabric of Ken’s own, he can feel the warmth of every millimeter of contact.

The chilly air of Spokane had been enough of a novelty to them, but what Driver is about to show him is something else entirely. He doubts that the snow Ken claims to have seen during his time in Barbieland had been any less fabricated and artificial than the place Ken described as being home.

Every time the other man mentions anything about his past residence, Driver humors him despite how outlandish the whole thing seems. In the blonder man’s defense, communes in Southern California get weird. It’s good Ken got out when he did because Driver has no idea what the hell was all going on in a place named after a kids’ toy.

Ken’s stream of words comes to a sudden halt as Driver shoulders the door leading out of the apartment building open. The snow is just beginning to stick to the frigid ground. He steps out into the powder, towing the other man along with him. It crunches ever so slightly under the soles of their shoes with every step. It’s surreal.

Everything around them is muffled. Traffic sounds as though it’s happening a planet away. The sky is gray and drawn in close like a shroud, even in the dark. Driver feels gets the sensation that they are the only two people in the world, left to navigate an Earth abandoned by its former inhabitants for decades. The only disruptions in the growing sprawl of snow are theirs. They are leaving their marks on the world, even just for a fleeting moment.

Their fingers are still linked together—a lifeline.

Driver turns to look back at Ken when he feels resistance. The other man is standing still, head tipped back. There is an air of rapt wonder in his posture.

“It’s beautiful,” he says, meeting Driver’s eyes. A dazzling grin is stretched wide across his face. In this moment, he is carefree. The weight of his freedom in the reality of the “real world” has been lifted off his shoulders, even just for a moment.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “’s real pretty.”

He is not looking at the snow when the words leave his mouth.

<- previous day // next day ->

[danime25]

In The Snow

ao3 // normal masterlist // christmas masterlist

*Summary: Ken got so excited by the prospect of seeing snow. Driver shattered his hopes, but tried to find a way to make it up to his boyfriend

*Rating: E for Everyone

*Content/Tags: Fluff

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

“Wake up.” Ken joustled the nearly comatose man in his bed. His boyfriend roused from his sleep and looked up at Ken with a cocked eyebrow

“What?” Driver asked the other man. 

“It’s supposed to snow today.” Ken smiled

“It’s Los Angeles.”

“No, but the weather said it’ll snow. Here.” Ken pulled Driver out of bed and showed him the TV. Sure enough, it said that it would snow. In the Midwest. Driver sighed softly,

“Ken, we’re hours… days away from where there’d be snow.” He explained

“But it looks so close on TV.” Ken sighed, “I’ve never seen snow before, and when I was watching that one scary Christmas movie the other day… they had snow.”

“Scary Christmas?”

“Yeah.” Ken mimicked a scary face, “with the ‘ho ho ho’ thing?”

“Oh. A Christmas Story.”

“What story?”

“The name of the movie.” Driver tucked his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants

“Oh.” Ken nodded

“I’ll make coffee.” Driver said a moment later and went into the kitchen. Ken sat on the couch and leaned his head against the arm of it. Driver could tell Ken was slightly upset. Was it really such a big deal to Ken to see snow? Well he could take the two of them out to Lake Tahoe. But he didn’t really have that much money to rent out a cabin and the gas to get there. Colorado? Too busy. He sighed again as he brought two cups over to Ken. He sat beside him and ran his calloused fingers through Ken’s fluffy hair.

“Sorry.”

“For what?” Ken looked up at him

“The snow.” Driver shrugged

“Oh.” Ken nodded, “I wish there was a place where we could experience winter.”

“Wait.” Driver got up from the couch and flipped through his laptop. When he found what he was looking for he threw his jacket on, and threw Ken’s jacket at him. Ken quickly got up from the couch and put the piece of clothing on quickly. Driver ran out to start the car and Ken followed after him. He managed to get the seat belt in just barely before Driver put the car into reverse and they went off to wherever it was that Driver was taking them. Ken had only driven with Driver once before, and it was such a smooth ride. He wondered a little bit about why he drove with such… passion to wherever it was that they were going. After saying ‘Oh Mattel’ more than once on the drive, the couple arrived safely.

“I love it.” Ken said with a smile, “Where are we?”

“Let’s go inside.” Driver replied, turning the engine off and getting out of the car. Ken followed him and as they walked in Ken felt cold. Not cool, not chilly. Cold. He shivered a little bit and Driver took off his jacket, placing it on Ken’s shoulders.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?” Ken asked

“I’ll be fine.”

“Okay…” Ken looked over at a giant desk that said ‘Rentals’ and tilted his head. Driver went over there and came back with two pairs of skates. Ken looked at them for a second before watching Driver as he slipped his shoes off and put the skates on. Ken tried pushing off the floor and moving like he was on roller skates, but fell face first.

“You have to… be on ice.” Driver sighed and did his best to help Ken back up onto his feet. He stomped across the floor, with Ken a couple steps behind him. They made it onto the ice and Driver managed to get a good glide in before looking behind him. He stayed in the blue lane and watched as Ken stepped on the ice. Ken started slipping again and Driver did the stupidest thing he could do at that time and did a whole lap around the rink before stopping behind Ken. “Do what you did before… in the locker room.”

“What?”

“Like you’re on roller skates, just push off,” Driver said as he moved away from Ken while saying the words ‘push off’. Ken pushed off again but kept his legs straight. He tried to keep them in but his feet seemed to move against him. Then there he was, down on a full split on the ice. Thankfully it was a gradual slide rather than a fall on his ass. Driver tucked his hands in his pockets and made a loop around Ken. Ken sat on the ice as kids moved around him, giving him a look of ‘get out of my way’. He was amazed with the way that Driver slid across the ice with such grace. He made it look effortless. Almost like how Barbie made roller skating look. After seeing Ken on his butt, Driver went over to help him, using the wall to get him onto his feet. Driver took Ken’s hands and while watching his back pulled Ken along to get him used to the feeling of moving across the ice. Ken watched as he moved forward and Driver encouraged him to push with his feet. He let go of Ken for a moment and Ken made it a couple of feet by himself. He seemed more content either leaning up against the wall or sitting on the side of the track. Before he totally got off the ice, Driver stopped next to him at an angle where the ice collected and hit Ken’s feet. Driver took the pile of ice that laid on the ground and put it into his hand.

“What are you doing…?” Ken asked, only for Driver to carefully sprinkle the fragments over Ken’s head. Ken looked up at it with a smile and let it hit his face.

“It’s like it’s snowing.” Driver replied. When he was done sprinkling Ken, Ken pulled him into a quick kiss. Driver returned the kiss with a careful peck and looked at his partner. Ken smiled back at him with a blank expression. Driver took his hand and let him skate by his side. Ken makes it one lap around the ice rink and decides to call it for the day. Driver promises him he’ll only be a couple more minutes, and Ken heads to the locker room. Sure enough, Driver comes in less than 10 minutes later with sweat collected at his forehead.

“Are you okay?” Ken asked

“Yeah, just wanted to see how many times I could make it around the rink in 5 minutes.”

“Wow.” Ken whistled a little bit

“Let’s go home.” Driver nodded

“Okay… and thanks.”

“Thanks?”

“For finding a way to let me see snow.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Love you.” Ken said with a smile. Driver gave Ken a quick kiss on the cheek and wrapped his arms around the other man as they walked out of the rink.

[ken-f-cker]

ken putting together his own driving outfit... pink henley under a pink moto jacket, high waisted light wash jeans, and these:

[ken-dom]

∘₊✧ Ryan Gosling Writing Game Blurbs ✧₊∘

A small collection of Goose blurbs inspired by asks based on this writing game (March 2024). Blurbs are afab!reader, gn!reader or a RG intership - warnings and content listed on each individual post.

Main masterlist

∘₊✧─────────────────────✧₊∘

∘₊✧ Holding the others chin up with Officer K

∘₊✧ Not wanting to let go hugs with Colt

∘₊✧ Falling asleep on the others shoulder with Lars

∘₊✧ Neck kisses with Sebastian

∘₊✧ Linking hands together during Sex with Driver

∘₊✧ Desperate kisses — Sebastian x Jacob

∘₊✧ Picking up + a piggyback with Lars

∘₊✧ Kissing to shut them up — Driver x Ken

∘₊✧ Cold hands in warm hands with Lars

∘₊✧─────────────────────✧₊∘

[drivinmeinsane]

Here's the masterpost for my contribution to 2024's 12 Days of Goosemas. Due to my packed schedule and the truly horrifying amounts of overtime I've been putting in at work, this year's works going to be wildly self-indulgent. Only my absolute favorite RyGos characters have made the cut for the prompts.

I hope ya'll enjoy. I know I'm going to have fun!

Day One ❆ { Miracle } ❆ Officer K x Reader Day Two ❆ { Stranded } ❆ Driver x Reader Day Three ❆ { Family } ❆ Sierra Six x Reader Day Four ❆ { Lights } ❆ Henry Letham x Reader Day Five ❆ { Joy } ❆ Holland March x Jackson Healy (collab w/ @danime25) 18+ Day Six ❆ { Alone } ❆ Colt Seavers x Reader 18+ Day Seven ❆ { Tradition } ❆ Sierra Six x Reader 18+ Day Eight ❆ { Snow } ❆ Driver x Ken Day Nine ❆ { Mistletoe } ❆ Officer K x Reader Day Ten ❆ { Warmth } ❆ Driver x Reader 18+ Day Eleven ❆ { Meal } ❆ Colt Seavers x Reader 18+ Day Twelve ❆ { Gift } ❆ Officer K x Sierra Six * Day Thirteen ❆ { Free Space } ❆ Colt Seavers x Tom Ryder 18+

❆ NON-SEASONAL MASTERLIST ❆

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※ .{ O N E S H O T }. ※

{ 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.

{ Moves } ※ 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 Playtime ※ Colt Seavers x GN!Reader Scene Partner ※ Colt Seavers x GN!Reader ※ 18+

※ .{ O N E S H O T }. ※

{ 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

※ .{ O N E S H O T }. ※

{ 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.

{ Somebody to You } ※ Officer K x GN!Reader ※ ao3

With a tremor threatening to shake his body, he slips his fingers under the edge of his shirt sleeve and pulls it up to his elbow. His soulmark is laid bare before your eyes. The wound that he had left in his own skin when he had tried to carve out the design has faded to a raised, pale line. “That wasn’t there before,” you murmur, taking his forearm in your hands. Your pointer finger traces over the scar.

※ .{ 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.

※ .{ DRIVER x KEN } ※ { MOODBOARDS}

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." 

※ .{ OFFICER K x SIERRA SIX } ※ { MULTI-CHAPTER }

{ 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.

※ .{ M U L T I C H A P T E R }. ※

{ Ocean Boulevard } ※ Holland March x Merman!Jackson Healy ※ ao3 ※ 18+

Struggling, he can’t seem to reach the surface no matter how hard he paddles upwards. He’s going to die down here if he can’t cover any distance. He’d failed to take in any air when he went over on account of knocking himself senseless. Making a mistake, Holland looks down and sees the darting shadow of a pointed dorsal fin. Shark. There’s a fucking shark in the water with him.

※ .{ 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 }. ※

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