#llewyn fluff

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Successful! Llewyn Davis AU headcanons

Llewyn Davis x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Summary: what if Llewyn became a famous musician?

Warnings: mention of murder

Word count: 1088

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It was just another slightly drunken, shitty night at the gaslight for Llewyn. Nearly empty bucket, scattered clapping that died out after a second. Except it wasn't. He didn't know it was the night that would change his life.

You were sitting in the audience. You weren't a regular at the gaslight, not at all, but tonight you were just craving a strong drink and company. The other bars in the neighborhood were too loud and bright for you that night, so you settled on the dim, depressing, "folk song playing" place.

You clapped politely for everyone, not listening, as you nursed your bitter drink and bitter mood. Until something caught your attention. A handsome (albeit a bit shabby) man with the voice of an angel, who you likened in your mind to a wet cat.

You didn't listen to the words he said. Not that you didn't try, but his voice awoke something within you. As a songwriter on a slump, you jumped the chance and started scribbling on a napkin from the table. Just whatever came to mind. Nothing would come of it anyway, but it's good for your writer's block.

When he left the stage, you downed the rest of your drink and hurried towards him. You slowed before he saw you, trying to maintain your cool.

"Davis, right?" You asked.

"Yeah," he answered and you extended your arm to him while introducing yourself. He shook it tentatively.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Llewyn thought about it. He automated to say no, but reconsidered. He had nothing better to do, could definitely use that drink, and you looked pretty damn good. So he accepted.

After some conversation (he didn't remember anyone being that nice to him for a long time), you asked him what were his plans for the night. He told you that he was staying with a couple of friends, those Jim and Jean couple, and they happened to pass by.

Jim was nudged by Jean towards Llewyn and awkwardly told him that actually, he couldn't stay on their couch tonight. Jean made some plans. You could see Llewyn's face fall, and when Jim left he just stared downwards quietly, in embarrassment.

"Correction: I'm not staying with them tonight." He mumbled.

You took a deep breath. "You could stay with me, if you'd like. My boyfriend-" you cleared your throat, "Ex boyfriend, just moved out and took all his shit from the study with him. So I got an empty guest room." (Why were you doing this? He's a stranger for fuck's sake!)

He looked at you, surprised. A quick mental calculation showed he had no one else to turn to that night. What's the worst that could happen? You'd kill him? He'd been thinking of joining Mike anyway. So he accepted.

Suffice to say, you didn't murder him. A while has passed, and Llewyn has become your roommate, practically. Yeah, he couldn't help much with the rent, but he did make that up by cleaning a lot, which sometimes is even better.

(Also, it was the 60s, rent wasn't that fucking high. It was about less than half of what it is today.) ANYWAY

One day, while dusting around, Llewyn found a notebook of yours. He didn't mean to peek, it just fell open or something. It was your poetry and songwriting notebook. By the time you came back home he had composed 3 of the songs there and was flooding you with questions about the chorus of a fourth.

You never thought to show it to him, you were just writing to your drawer! They weren't even good, or complete! You wanted to snatch it away from his hands and tell him to forget about it, but you've never seen him so happy. So alive.

He begged you to let him take your songs to his agent. How could you say no to him? Especially to those puppy eyes.

His agent was glad to hear Llewyn has partnered up again. He heard him out, and set him up with some producer. Finally, Llewyn Davis seemed like a good enough investment. And that's how it started.

From then on, Llewyn's career blossomed. He recorded an album (didn't sell away the rights this time) and the money started flowing. He preformed in front of larger and larger audiences, and you were always at his side.

He often felt like he didn't deserve any of that. He was told, so many times, that he was absolute crap and he started to believe it. But you were there to remind him. He deserved the world. Little did you know the only thing he truly wanted to deserve was you.

You inspired each other, creating more music and flowing with good energy. It took him a while, but when he finally found the courage, finally deemed himself worthy, he took a risk.

He asked you out.

When you started laughing at him, Llewyn's heart dropped. He's fucked his life over, again, in the worst way possible. You're going to leave and everything will go down the drain.

"Of course!!!" You said. "I'd love to go out with you, I thought you'd never ask! But oh my god your face..." you giggled. He sighed in relief, clutching his chest. You came closed and hugged him. He held you very tightly, smiling at your laughter.

That night you shared your first (and long awaited) kiss. A few months later you put out an album very different than both your writing so far. It was passionate, sensual, romantic and warm. One of the songs from it became the hit of the decade, and was played at countless weddings. You thought it was a beautiful way to immortalise your love.

And your love was immortalised alright! With two rings, nonetheless. Your wedding was covered by every newspaper in the country. Llewyn didn't like the attention all that much, though.

His solution? Another, more quiet and private wedding. This one ended up being your real anniversary.

Ever since Llewyn started earning a reasonable income, he insisted on paying for everything. Doesn't matter that you both earned a significant amount from the music, and that you joined bank accounts. He wanted to thank you for all that time you took care of him. So no, lunch is on him. Finally being able to provide for you made him really happy and proud (not that you needed any help).

You were one of the only "celebrity couples" who were genuinely happy together. You truly, deeply, loved each other, and when things would become too much you would take a vacation. Just the two of you. As it always was.

Llewyn made it in life, that was all agreed upon. Yeah, he became a famous musician, but the only thing he cared about - was you.

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Moon River & Me. Llewyn Davis x F’Reader.

Summary:-

This is just a little fluffy story to celebrate my birthday. The song Moon River is special to me as it was playing on the hospital radio as I was born. It was also my mums favourite song as she saw the movie when she was young and I remember her telling me when she was a teen in hospital, the doctor sang the song for her fixing her calliper brace. And spookily, I always hear this song around my birthday.

Lewlyn turns up at your apartment at 2am. after disappearing for a month. You help take care of him. But next morning you think he's gone and get a wonderful surprise.

So this is my first Lewlyn Davis story. I enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to share and comment.

Words:-993.

2am and the doorbell to your appointment rings echo its chime through the quiet chilly rooms as you rise from your warm cosy bed. Your ginger and white cat Rami is looking up grumpily as he’s disturbed from his sleep before stretching and plopping on his side, sleeping again.

 Wrapping your thick purple and blue house coat around you and putting your slippers on, yawning as you pad into the hall, putting the light on. You knew who was at the door without even thinking. Opening the door to a rather tired and dishevelled man wrapped in almost inappropriate clothes for a freezing cold January morning.

 Looking at him, the dark circles under his eyes, the greasy bobbing ebony curls, and the strong smell of cigarettes around him. Moving out of the way to let him inside. “Come in Lew, it’s 2 am, you know” you said sleepily, trying to mask some annoyance. He looked away as he sheepishly responded “I know, sorry, but I didn’t know where else to go”

Sighing “it’s fine. I’d rather you be safe here than on the streets. You must me freezing?” Lewlyn simply shrugs “a little” shaking your head“Let’s get some heat into you” walking towards her kitchen, turning  the thermostat up and lightning the gas to boil the kettle “where have you been since you disappeared a month ago? I’ve been worried about you”

 “Here and there, no where particular’ the answers vaguely. “But I’m here now” his cheeks form the slightest rose blush to them. “yeah till you disappear again to god knows where” your tone coming of harsher in your tired state.

 His stomach grumbles loudly and with a look of embarrassment as he mumbles an apology. “I assume your hunger?” the kettle whistling in the background concocting a strange symphony with Lewlyn’s stomach.

 “I’ll get you something to get eat if you go for a bath” walking past him to the bathroom, setting the shower up and getting him towels. “I’ll the change of clothes on the bed for you, okay” Lewlyn simply nods in response and as she closes the bathroom door you almost thought you heard him say “I love you” shaking your head thinking you’re hearing things to go to start cooking something light for him.

 15 minutes later, a refreshed and relaxed man’s walks into the kitchen clean and changes. Smiling at him as he sits down “Here you go, it’s not much but should fill you till the morning” putting a plate of scrambled eggs on toast and a mug of tea in front of him. Lewlyn receives the plate and cup graciously and digs in with a contented sigh. “We really need to have a serious talk tomorrow Lew” swallowing his tea before answering with a smirk “I agree” shaking your head with a laugh “I’m going back to bed now, you okay to find your way there when you finish. Nodding his head as you stand up. You just reach your bedroom door when you hear the plate and mug in the sink and Lew’s footsteps behind you.

Next morning, you wake up in bed alone, and your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. Getting up with a sigh, slipping into your slippers and robe, you open the your bedroom door to the soft strums of a guitar and humming only broken with Lewlyn’s voice speaking to Rami who meowed back at his questions. You knew the tune so well. With tears in your eyes, you rush to the lounge to find Lewlyn sitting crossed, legged, wearing the white t-shirt and blue boxers as the evening before, in the armchair his guitar resting his thighs.

 As you take the scene in that’s in front of you as you lean on the door frame. “you remembered the song” smiling as a tear trickled down your cheek. At the sound of your tears, your cat runs towards you, leaning into you, comforting you. “Yeah, I do” he gets up from the chair, walking towards you, enveloping you in his arms, kissing the top of your head, his scent filling your senses. then proceeding to walk you towards the chair.

As you sit in the chair, Lewlyn sits on the arm leaning down and picking his guitar up and starts to sing

“Moon river, wider than a mile

I’m crossing you in style someday

Oh, dream maker, you heartbreaker

Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way”

 His voice sounded like honey, soothing and smooth. He hummed for a little as he strummed away at the cords you sat transfixed at this wonderfully talented man in front of you. You adored this song. It meant a lot to you. After seeing the movie the previous month with Lewlyn for Christmas.

 Your trance broke as the timbre of his voice filled your ears still as sweet, but you hear something more the way he sounds. Something longing and wanting.

“Two drifters, off to see the world

There’s such a lot of world to see

We’re after the same rainbow’s end

Waitin’ ‘round the bend

My huckleberry friend

Moon river and me”

 As he finished singing, his cheeks were rosie, and his ebony curls bounced as he smiled at you. He puts his guitar down and takes your hand, and holds it. “I can’t keep this to me myself anymore, Y/N I love you. I need to be with you if you’ll have me?”

Squeezing his hand back “I love you too, I’ve wanted you for so long. But I didn’t.....” He leans in gently kissing you.

“I know” smiling. You kiss him back with a little more passion tasting him, the taste of coffee and cigarettes. He breaks away resting his forehead and nose against you. “Happy Birthday sweetheart, I love you.”

Kissing him back “I love you too. This is a birthday I’ll never forget.”

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Duke Leto Atreides

Kiss It Better 🍬🔥💦 | Leto finds his lover reminiscing about her childhood. She is having regrets, but the duke is determined to relieve her pain in one of her favorite ways.

Llewyn Davis

Old Friends 🍬💦 | An old friend knocks on your door extremely early in the morning looking for a place to stay. And who are you to say no to him when he looks like a sad puppy?

Moon Knight System

Complicated 🔥 | pairing(s): Marc x reader x Steven | The moon boys plan on confessing their secret crush. They are interrupted when they find her getting kidnapped after witnessing a robbery gone wrong, and they swoop in to save her.

The Mind Wanders 🍬🔥 | pairing(s): Steven x reader | you find out Steven's mind has been wandering. He's become quite entranced with another woman, and you won't stand for it. After you leave, Steven is determined to do anything, and everything to regain your trust.

Broken Promises 🍬🔥 | WIP

Jonathan Levy

A Good Morning 🤍🍬💦 | Jonathan wakes up one morning reluctant to go to work. y/n adds to that reluctance.

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Eva (Swarm)

Secret Thoughts 💦 | During one of your sessions with Eva you can't help but spill a secret you didn't think you would. Eva is thrilled to hear it and decides to fulfill your request.

It's always been you🍬🔥 | You and Eva have been dating for a while, Eva thinks the girls suspect something so she starts being more flirty with them. However, you don't take this very well, and you threaten to leave.

Save Me From Myself 🍬🔥 | You have social anxiety and Eva has been helping you with it. After messing up a game of Twister, you feel like you can't be helped so you decide to leave. Eva stops you from leaving, which leads to a confession.

The Golden Window 🍬 | Eva turns to the girls for some help telling you that she likes you, but it doesn't go as planned...

Miriam "Midge" Maisel

Hello Stranger 🍬 | You are at the- special...bar you frequent, and see a gorgeous stranger. You are Intrigued by her and decide to approach her.

Living The Dream 🍬 | WIP

Juliette Fairmont

A Vampire Romcom 🔥 | You're a transfer student at Lancaster academy and you bump into a cute girl, what are the odds she's also a cute Vampire?

Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers

You Got Some Time? 🍬🔥| The Captain's got some free time on her hands and so do you, you decide to have a night out because superheroes don't get many of those. As the night goes on, Carol decides time isn't the only thing she wants her hands on and you have the exact same idea.

A Christmas Carol 🍬| You're out in New York City with Carol and the biting cold starts to get to you. Thankfully Carol is there to keep your hands warm.

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Day 21: Can't Find the Words (Llewyn Davis)

Notes: Llewyn Davis x gn!reader. Llewyn doesn't feel worthy of a home, domestic fluff

Word Count: 522

Three months since you let Llewyn into your bed.

Two months since he wormed his way into your heart.

One month since you let him share your home.

Llewyn was a beautiful, scattered, devoted, intense, tormented disaster.

He was messy. Dishes piled up. Yet he kept his few belongings in one corner of the den, out of your way.

He often paraded around the house in underwear, or sometimes, nothing at all.

You bought him a winter coat last week. He cried, then wrote a song about it.

He would disappear sometimes for a few days and you would cry.

"Don't wanna be a burden," he would halfheartedly explain, gripping his guitar case guardedly.

"You're not...Llewyn, this is your home now." Reaching for his case, you tried to lighten his load in every way possible. "Come on inside."

He tried to cook sometimes but he burned everything. You ate it anyway.

Gave you all the change from his tip jar "for rent".

He waited every night for you to invite him to bed. He seemed to love your cat and your fireplace, but what about you?

"I can get you your own bed, if you need space," you tried to explain. "If you don't want to sleep with me. You can still stay here."

Booted feet shuffled as he raked a gloved hand through his curls. "I can take the couch, it's all right."

You sighed, exasperated, but not angry. "Llewyn, do you have feelings for me? At all?"

"'Course I do, I..." He stroked his thick beard contemplatively. "You just..." Waving his hand around him, he shook his head. "This is all - it's too much."

"What's too much?" You pressed. "Me? I can give you space."

"No. No, it's not that. I just...can't find the words, really."

Reaching for his hand, you relented. "It's okay."

The next night, he came home late, but found you right away. "Sorry. Had a gig. Good tips."

"That's because you're brilliant," you sweetly returned.

He smiled so big it made the corners of his eyes crinkle.

You nodded toward the stove. "Chili?"

"Uh, soon. Got something for you first."

Gently grasping your hand, he led you to the living room, nodding for you to sit on the sofa. Your heart quickened as he reached for his guitar case.

"Wrote you something."

"Oh wait, let me get my wallet."

"What?" He chuckled, fixing his guitar strap over his shoulder.

"You don't like to play for free. I'll pay." Your eyes twinkled with mischief.

"I'll play for you anytime, sweetheart."

The song was somehow about home. Lyrics told you how he drifted, how he wandered, but now his heart had a tether. The beautiful tenor of his voice weaved and turned exquisitely over the arpeggios plucked by expert fingers.

Your eyes and cheeks were wet as he strummed the final chord.

"Nobody ever wrote me a song before," you tearfully whispered, reaching out for him as he set his instrument aside and knelt down in front of you.

"Nobody ever felt like home before," he returned, brown eyes adoring you as he pressed his lips to yours.

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Ohh, this was so cute!! I love little fluffy moments like this, especially for characters who have such a hard time catching a break!

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llewyn davis x reader

tiny short fic for my wet cat boyfriend llewyn<3

summary: you ask llewyn to officially move in with you.

warnings: tiniest bit of angst, mentions of being broke. it's barely there

tags: gn!reader, established relationship, uhh it's just sweet idk what to tell you

word count: 0.8k

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Llewyn is standing, leaning against the kitchen counter, almost sitting on it, his hands gripping the edge of it. He sighs and rolls his eyes as you walk up to him handing him a small box, and he feels a bit guilty that you seem so excited about it when he is not really. 

“What for,” he exhales as he takes the box from your hands and shakes his head. “You didn't have to.” he declares sternly, an almost scolding look over his face. Where some people say this just to be polite, Llewyn means it. You didn't have to.

“Open it!” you urge him, raising your eyebrows, biting down onto your bottom lip in apprehension and excitation. He sighs once again as he looks down at the tiny box in his hand.

“Come on, you know I don't like gifts, now I feel like I owe you something” he frowns, looking back up at you. 

It's your turn to sigh in impatience as you put your hands on either side of his neck, pulling him closer to you so you can press your lips against his and get him to stop complaining; it’s one efficient way to stop him from talking back. He hums against your mouth, his free hand instinctively shifting to rest against your hip. 

“Shut your mouth and open the damn box” you order him in a scolding whisper as you pull away, leaving him chuckling softly.

He licks his lips as he finally lifts the lid of the box, discovering a key inside.

“What is that” he frowns, looking up at you.

“It's a key, dumbass.” you scoff, shrugging. 

“I know what it is.” 

A heavy silence settles in the room, and it makes you confused. Llewyn takes the key out of the box, his expression unreadable as his gaze shifts from the small object to you. “Why”

“I want you to move in with me. Like, officially. No more couchsurfing” you declare. Even though you were a couple and Llewyn was spending most of his time at your place, he sometimes felt like he owed you and needed to give you space, crashing at the Gorfeins or at Jim and Jean’s from time to time. 

“This doesn't change much, you're already basically living here anyways. But now it's official, and you have a key, so you won't have to get in through the fire escape when I'm not home” you add tentatively, trying to read over his face whatever he feels at the moment. 

His silence is starting to make you anxious, starting to make you regret your decision. Maybe he’s not ready, maybe he doesn’t want this yet, maybe he doesn’t want this at all. You have never really talked about this, about anything regarding your future together.

“Yeah I figured but,” he finally starts, staring at the key in his hand. “It’s just… I can’t pay rent, angel.” he sighs, looking back at you with a miserable expression over his face.

“I know,” you huff out, relieved that it seems to be his only issue. “I’m not asking you to. You’ll help whenever you can” you nod. “I just want to lift this weight off your shoulders” you explain, your hand sliding to link with his.

“Like I said, it’s barely changing anything” you mutter under your breath.

He nods back at you, looking back at the key in his hand before putting it on the counter. 

“Okay.”

Your eyebrows raise slightly. “Okay what? Okay you’ll live with me?”

“Yeah.” he smiles, his hands setting at your waist. “I’ll live with you.” he nods, pulling you closer as his arm wraps around your shoulders, peppering small kisses over your temple and forehead. 

“Good” you say, leaning into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m glad you’re okay with it”

He scoffs, pressing another gentle kiss to your forehead. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve been couchsurfing for years. It’s just a damn key but it means a lot.” he huffs out. “Don’t go thinking I’m sad about the thought of not sneaking in through the fire escape anymore.”

You laugh, “Your back will thank me” you smile looking up at him. 

“Jean will thank you.” he corrects, earning a scoff from you before you cup his face and press a kiss against his cheek.

He grins sweetly as his lips brush against yours, before full on pressing them against your mouth. 

“I'm glad you haven't grown tired of me yet. I love you” he says as he pulls away, his lips curling in a small, grateful smile.

“I don't think I could ever grow tired of you, Davis. I love you too.”

“It’s only a matter of time I’m afraid” he scoffs.

“Mh, we’ll see, then you’ll have to give back your key and beg me to even sleep on the couch” you declare, looking at him with pity.

“You’ll give me the couch treatment?” he gasps, falsely appalled.

“Oh that'll be if I'm kind enough to let you in,” you tease.

“Alright I think I liked you better when you said you couldn't ever grow tired of me”

—

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[myfandomlikesandstories]

it's me again......🤭

🌟 and ❤️ for llewyn?

I was so sure the 🤭 was a request too😂

🌟 - a secret wish Headcanon

Llewyn secretly wishes he'd have met you before Mike died. He used to be a happy person, he really did, but his life took too many bad turns. He wants you to be happy, he truly does, and he thinks he used to be better. That he could have been better for you. Maybe if he'd met you before, your life would have been better. His life would been better. Maybe together you could conjure enough happiness to help Mike? He's not sure if that works that way. Maybe it'd have only made him more depressed.

Llewyn really tries not to think about it. It didn't happen, it doesn't matter, and he doesn't need to talk to you about it. So this stays a secret, unless you'd notice that too much light reflects from his eyes when he's caught up in his own head.

❤️ - a romantic Headcanon

Of course our music man wrote a song about you.

"The golden sun rays

Stroke your face

At the break of dawn

A dove of peace

Please promise this -

If I blink, you won't be gone"

You found this handwritten note on the kitchen counter one Saturday morning, when Llewyn went to grab some coffee and donuts. It was held in place by... A ring???

When he came back home, you couldn't hold the tears in your eyes. You hugged him immediately.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, I will marry you, Llewyn Davis."

When you kissed, and he slipped the ring on your finger, something in his chest eased. His heart is safe with you.

Bonus Headcanon - 🤭 - a blushing Headcanon

You were, as usual, lying on Llewyn's chest when a mischievous idea came to your mind.

"Wait a second, I wanna move," you said, wriggling and pushing him.

"What? You're always comfortable like this!" He protested.

You managed to flip your places, and ended up cuddling Llewyn to your chest. You placed a little kiss on the surprised man's nose.

"I think this can be comfortable too." You murmured when you started to run your fingers through his curls. He settled, and when you looked down at your love you could see him blushing a bright shade of red.

[runa-falls]

3k celebration masterlist

main post

here's a collection of all the activities:

hc's

oral + tummy worship (explicit) - marc spector x reader

moon boys with a short hair!reader (fluff)

moon boys with partner who's an avid reader (fluff)

platonic!miguel + reader hcs (fluff)

blurbs

"call me that again" (explicit) - miguel x afab!reader

"ten? i only need five" (suggestive) - ceo!miguel x assistant!reader

"did you just kiss me?" - steven grant x best friend!reader

"did i say that out loud?" marc spector x avatar!reader

“this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you.” (explicit) - poe dameron x f!reader (angst, smut)

"i know who you pretend I am" (explicit) - miguel o'hara x reader (very angsty, smut)

blindfolding miguel (suggestive)

miguel helping you fall asleep [pure fluff]

picnic + strawberries (suggestive) - miguel o'hara

"bad idea, right?" (explicit) - miguel o'hara

one-shots

after dark** - geneticist!miguel x intern reader (dark, non-con, explicit)

fic/song recs

songs for jake lockley

songs for miguel o'hara (+ scenarios)

moon knight + british bands

moon knight angst recs

moon knight smut recs

miguel o'hara smut recs

other asks

fmk - moon boys

fmk - miguel, marc, llewyn

fmk - frank castle, steven, miguel

moon knight = cat people

steven's chain

[l8rs-gat0rs]

Old Friends

Pairing: Llewyn Davis x Female Reader

Warning(s): Smut, specifically cock warming. A dash of Fluff. Y/n use

Summary: (kinktober 2022 repost) An old friend knocks on your door extremely early in the morning looking for a place to stay. And who are you to say no to him when he looks like a sad puppy?

Word count: 1.9k

~~~~~~ 18+ MINORS DNI~~~~~~

I awoke to rapid knocks at my door and I groaned checking the time.

"it's 2 am what the fuck..." I said alarmed at the presence of someone at my door at this time.

I was suddenly very alert, and I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter as I approached the door to my apartment.

the knocks came again causing me to start to hold my breath in fear.

"Who is it!?" I called out

"it's Llewyn a muffled voice came from the other side of the door."

I dropped my hand that had the knife in it and groaned loudly opening the door.

"woah is that a knife?" He asked, his eyes shooting down to my hand.

"yes, and I was about to stab you because what the fuck Llewyn? it's 2 am." I said annoyed.

"I know, I know, I just got back to New York after auditioning for a gig in Chicago and I need a place to crash for a couple days, then I'll be out of your hair I promise." He said quickly looking very tired.

"ugh fine, you're lucky we've known each other for so long." I groaned, opening the door wider to let him in.

He gave me an embarrassed smile as he walked in and mumbled a "thank you"

Llewyn and I have been friends since we were kids and I always regret not keeping in touch with him more in our adult years. But our lives took different paths, I became a nurse after doing years of college, med school, and residency, and he focused on his music career.

He placed his guitar case and small suitcase next to my couch and sat down taking his scarf and tattered shoes off.

I felt a sharp pain in my heart at the sight of him. He looked so worn out.

My cat Toast, walked up to him and started purring and rubbing himself against Llewyn causing Llewyn to smile and bend down to pet Toast.

"Hey Toast, nice to see you too. You're so big now Buddy!" he said fondly.

I was honestly shocked he still remembered Toast, he was just a kitten the last time Llewyn saw him. I smiled at the sweet interaction.

"Can I get you anything? Water, coffee?" I asked him.

"Some water would be nice"

"Alright I'll be back" I said.

I went to the sink and grabbed some water, handing it to him and then sitting on the couch next to him.

"so what's up with you? where have you been? it's been a while." I asked him.

"Nothing much, same old same old." he said softly.

I cleared my throat awkwardly as he sipped his water and I looked at him, taking in his appearance.

He was just as handsome as the last time I saw him, if not more, the harsh conditions of life seemed to be beating on him but I was grateful he was still here and kicking back at life after what happened with...

I shook my head and sighed.

I didn't feel like re-kindling my old childhood feelings for the man so I sighed and got up.

"I'll get you a pillow and a blanket, the couch is a pullout, just move the coffee table to a side." I said to him.

He nodded, rising to his feet as well and he started to move the coffee table.

I went to my room and grabbed a pillow and went into my closet, grabbing a blanket before making my way back to the living room.

"Here ya go Llewyn." I said handing him the pillow and blanket.

He smiled at me graciously and grabbed the blanket and the pillow , placing it on his makeshift bed.

I stood there awkwardly while he set it up and he sat down on the pullout and looked up at me.

I looked away quickly as I started blushing and rubbing my neck.

"Alright well, I'm gonna head to bed." I said turning around to go back to my bedroom.

I felt a hand grab my arm and I stopped and turned around, locking eyes with Llewyn.

My heart started beating rapidly and I held my breath, getting lost in his sad brown eyes that held so many different unreadable emotions right now.

"Hey, it's really great to see you again y/n." He said.

"Same here." I breathed out before slipping my hand out of his and quickly speed walking to my room and closing the door behind me.

I pressed my back against the door and slid down, putting my head in my hands.

Holy fuck, so much for pushing the feelings away...

After a minute, I let out a deep breath.

He's only a man y/n calm down.

I chuckled softly at myself before slipping under the covers back into bed.

I drifted off to sleep, he would probably be off to some gig tomorrow morning and I won't even be seeing him...

I woke up, yet again, to soft knocking on my door.

I raised my head and groaned, checking the clock again.

4am.

Really Llewyn???

"Come in!" I groaned out, and I heard the door open to an apologetic Llewyn silhouetted by the moonlight coming from my window.

His hair was Tousled from sleep and he seemed to be shivering and rubbing his arms.

"H-hey it's pretty cold in your apartment and that blanket doesn't really seem to be helping." He said with a slight laugh.

"Oh fuck I'm so sorry, I forgot the heat was broken, the guy is coming to fix it tomorrow. That's why I have two blankets" I said facepalming myself.

"Uhhhh" I said trying to think of a solution.

The only one that seemed to be logical was....

No.

But I can't let him shiver, look at him, he looks like an abandoned puppy!

I fought back a groan and went against all my screaming instincts.

"Why don't you come sleep with me? There's plenty of room" I said sitting up and patting the empty space in bed next to me.

I quickly started to backtrack at the phrasing of my sentence.

"I-I mean not like sleep with me like, I mean sleep in the bed with me, you know? To like, conserve heat and it's warm and-" I started to ramble before he cut me off with the raise of his hand.

"It's okay, and I know what you meant" he laughed.

I blushed and smiled at him sheepishly.

"I don't wanna make you uncomfortable, I can pull through till the morning, I'll put my coat on." He said moving to leave and close the door behind him

"No wait!" I said reaching a hand out into the air and he froze, turning around. With his hand still on the doorknob.

"I'm not uncomfortable, I promise, please come here." I said softly.

He let go of the handle and walked back Into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Thank you." He said as I lifted the covers for him to slip under

He laid down on his back and I did as well.

"Alright goodnight." I said, breaking the tension.

"Goodnight" he said back Into the darkness.

A few minutes later, he spoke up again.

"Hey y/n?" He asked

"Yeah what's up, you still cold?" I asked him with my eyes closed.

"Nah, I just wanted to ask you something." He said, his voice getting softer.

"Yeah, what is it?" I said sleepily.

"Jim told me you used to like me." He said hesitantly.

My eyes shot opened and my head turned to him.

"He told you what!? I'll kill him I swear-" I said panicked.

"Hey hey calm down, it's okay! I kept bugging him about it, it's not his fault." He said quickly. Turning onto his side and placing his hand on my shoulder.

My skin burned at the touch and I quieted down.

"I just wanted to know if you still felt the same way, because..." He said trailing off.

"Because?" I asked, holding my breath and searching his eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, for some type of answer.

"Because I like you y/n. I always have." He finished.

My breath escaped me and I slapped my hand over my mouth and looked at him.

"Please say something y/n." He said grabbing both my hands and squeezing them.

"Did I just ruin our friendshi-" I cut him off, letting go of his hands and cupping his face in my hands, kissing him passionately.

When I separated from him, we both panted softly and pressed our foreheads together.

I giggled lightly and he chuckled softly.

"Yes Llewyn, I still like you." I said. Rubbing my thumb against his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. It was such a beautiful sight.

He captured my lips in a kiss again and I pressed my body closer into his.

He deepened the kiss and I melted into him, wrapping my arm around him, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible

That's when I felt his bulge against me and I gasped when I shifted my leg against it and he moaned into my mouth.

"Fuck I'm sorry I-" he started to apologize, but I cut him off.

"No no, it's okay. I want you as close as possible right now, I never want you to let me go." I said.

"I'll never let you go sweetheart." He said sincerely, and my heart fluttered at the pet name.

"I want you inside me." I said softly against his lips.

He nodded as he choked back a groan, understanding exactly what I wanted.

I pulled my pants and underwear down under covers and he did the same, tossing them across the room.

I turned so my back was facing him and pressed my body against his. He led his hand down to where I needed him most, where I was aching for him, and he delicately touched the pads of his fingertips to my clit causing me to let out a moan.

He slowly moved his fingers up and down, Occasionally  slipping his fingers inside me just a little.

"Llewyn please." I whimpered for him.

"Alright princess." He said removing his fingers from me.

I felt him slowly start to rub himself up and down, covering himself in my wetness as well as his own precum. He panted softly before lining himself up with me and slowly starting to push himself inside me.

My gasp of surprise at his size soon turned into a languid moan.

He slowly slid himself all the way inside me and he stayed there, inside me, wrapping his arms around me.

He groaned as my walls clenched around him, adjusting to his size and I let out a whimper.

As we lay they together, connected at the hips I sighed softly.

"I've never felt more warm." He said, causing my heart to explode.

"Llewyn?" I called out as he kissed my shoulder softly and played with my hair.

"Yes baby?" He said gently.

"Please don't leave in the morning." I pleaded, wanting to wake up with his warmth sounding me inside and out.

"I won't." He said reassuringly.

"Promise me." I said.

"I promise I won't leave you. Not today, not ever." He said.

I hummed, satisfied with his answer, and drifted off to sleep with his body curled around me. 

[mandobatemans]

oscar isaac character masterlist

Nathan Bateman

Fics

Home-Cooked Meal

Laying Out the Welcome Mat

Santiago Garcia

Headcanons

NSFW 

Poe Dameron

Fics

Blaster Play

Blurbs

Public Sex

Llewyn Davis

Fics

Morning Love Songs

Leto Atreides

Fics

Submit to My Rule

Submit to My Rule II

Orestes

Fics

To See You in Your Throne

Jonathan Levy

Fics

Age Gap

William Tell

Headcanons

Relationship Fluff

Fics

Sub!William

Miguel O'Hara

Headcanons

NSFW Headcanons

NSFW Headcanons Pt. II

Threesome (w/ Peter B. Parker)

Blurbs

Late Nights

Steven Grant

Blurbs

Glasses

[freelancearsonist]

"are you wearing my shirt?" + Llewyn?

(so happy you're back hehe)

omg i love this one 🥺 thank you so much for sending this in and thank you for your kind words, it’s so good to be back 🩷

warnings: just fluff, one mention of period typical sexism (not llewyn), reader wears a nightgown, reader is a total introvert no i’m not projecting

Llewyn has a habit of showing up on your doorstep when you least expect it, maybe because he knows you’re too nice to turn him away. He never outstays his welcome—he has a keen eye for when you’re starting to feel a little suffocated and need your privacy back. After all, your shoebox of an apartment was definitely not made for more than one person—and that’s exactly why you chose it in the first place. As much as you love having friends and family around you, you very much value your solitude and need breaks from people on a regular basis.

So it’s strange that Llewyn’s been here for six nights in a row when his previous longest stay was three. And it’s even stranger that you’re not craving alone time the way you normally would be at this point. You like being around him, like having his gorgeous face to come home to every night. Especially with the long shifts you’ve been having to pull ever since your landlord raised the rent. He’s definitely a good listener, and he doesn’t mind you rambling about a horrid customer you had to deal with or the way your boss has been making inappropriate comments to all the women on staff.

The only bad thing is, these long shifts are leaving you with less and less time to get chores done. He hasn’t mentioned it, but Llewyn has been trying his best to help out around the house—washing the breakfast dishes after you realize you’re running late for work, restocking the fridge with your favorite wine when the bottle gets low, and generally trying to tidy up after himself. You’ve noticed the effort, and it makes your heart warm. He’s never tried so hard before, but it’s almost like he’s trying to impress you. Like he wants to take care of you.

You try not to get your hopes up, because Llewyn has been an infrequent house guest for the better part of three years and he’s never once shown any sign of romantic interest in you. Still, you can’t help the little crush you’ve been harboring. It’s hard not to fall for those sweet brown puppy eyes of his.

He’s a goddamn menace, and you love it.

You don’t realize you’re out of clean clothes until it’s too late. Thankfully your closet dries up on a Saturday that you don’t have to work, so you finally have time to do the laundry and catch up on a few other chores that need doing.

You’re about to say fuck it and rewear some dirty clothes, but there’s a few problems with that. One, working shifts in a diner is sweaty work and none of your clothes smell particularly appealing. Two, the man you would fall on your knees for is currently asleep on your couch and you don’t want to look anything but your absolute best around him—and that means skimpy shorts and loose-neck shirts, because what’s the harm in giving him something nice to look at?

You pad down the hallway in your nightgown, a threadbare garment that you would really rather not have him see you in, but there aren’t many other options. At least it doesn’t smell like you just dug your way out of a grave.

As you’re doing your best to load up the washer without making too much noise, you realize there’s a load of clean clothes in the dryer. Hardly able to believe your luck, you start digging through the load for something presentable to wear. But these fabrics are all unfamiliar, and your heart quickly sinks. These are Llewyn’s clothes, not yours.

So, you can stay in this ratty nightgown and pray that you somehow get a load of laundry through the washer and dryer before he wakes up. Not likely, considering the fact that it’s rare for you to wake up before him anyway and it’ll probably be a matter of minutes before he’s up.

Or, you can borrow some of his nice clean clothes, thank him profusely, and re-wash them for him once your load is done.

The choice seems obvious.

You find the perfect shirt right on top—a long button down that lands about mid-thigh at the longest part of the hem and covers just enough to not be a complete scandal. With your hair mussed up and the top two buttons undone, you look downright sexy.

You’re just starting the machine when Llewyn pads down the narrow hallway, stopping short at the door to the bathroom when his sleep-clouded eyes land on you.

You’ve never seen anyone’s pupils expand so rapidly, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

“Is that… are you wearing my shirt?”

You try to play coy, but you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that this is the pinnacle. There’s no getting out of this one, no way to keep pretending your feelings towards him are merely friendly. It’s terrifying and relieving all at once.

“Yeah, I umm… I didn’t have anything clean left. I’ll wash it for you when I’m done.”

He takes a step closer, and you can’t help but notice the way his chest heaves under that tight white tee of his.

“It looks good on you. Too good.” He takes another step closer, close enough now that you can feel the soft warm of his breath on your face.

“Too good?” You ask, praying he doesn’t notice the way your voice trembles just a little bit.

“Yeah. You’re gonna have to take it off.”

That’s when you feel his hand, slowly making its way up your arm to toy at the fabric where the collar opens around your neck.

With a sudden surge of confidence, you say, “Make me.”

And that’s all it takes for his lips to crash against yours, mere moments before he makes good on your challenge.

[coldbrewgf]

thank you for the tag @newbromantics ☺️ i'm finally getting to this after several days omg

1. do you make your bed?

usually! not super well but i at least try to pull the covers up and fluff my pillows

2. favourite number?

11... when i was playing soccer as a child i was number 11 when i made a goal from half field and ever since then it's just been my lucky number

3. what’s your job?

i just started one (1) month ago as a program assistant in executive education. it's been a bit of a wild ride already but i feel like it's going to open some good doors for me!

4. if you could go back to school, would you?

...perhaps. i would love to expand my knowledge and maybe take another undergrad program in something that i would actually want to pursue now but also looking back on my undergrad i was somewhat miserable and maybe that had more to do with my mental health at that time but still. maybe if i could just do it slowly with a course or two at a time

5. can you parallel park?

i can but i am not efficient at it and i try to avoid it if i can. if i'm parking on the street i look for a spot where i can just pull up to the curb and not deal with all that maneuvering

6. do you think aliens are real?

i mean i think they're out there somewhere but i don't think that they're like among us or anything...

7. can you drive a manual car?

not at all, i don't even think i know anyone with a manual car to practice. i do think it's kind of a sexy skill to have though and i would like to learn eventually

8. guilty pleasure?

honestly i'm only half guilty about it but musicals. only half guilty because i know theatre kids are annoying but i also am not an annoying theatre kid, and also because i think i have at least Some Taste

9. tattoos?

i have 8! various things that i've liked and are special to me in different ways

10. favourite colour?

probably green, but i also wear a lot of blues, so one of the two!

11. favourite type of music?

honestly my tastes range all over the place, probably most often in the indie category. lyrics matter a lot to me so regardless of the genre if the lyricism is there i'm there. a banger can entice me more than a slow song, but if i'm in the right mood a ballad can hit.

12. do you like puzzles?

yes!! nyt games is my friend and i do the new yorker crossword... if i remember i play the cinematrix... i went through a big sudoku phase a little while ago...

13. favourite childhood sport?

i played soccer as a kid, and that was kind of my only team sport, but i also did karate which i have fond memories of, and playing badminton in gym class was always my fav

14. do you talk to yourself?

not really i don't think?? maybe a little bit but not constantly

15. tea or coffee?

coffee... i mean look at my url

16. first thing you wanted to be when growing up?

a paleobotanist like ellie in jurassic park... my older brother wanted to be a paleontologist and we both loved jurassic park so i thought i had to be like ellie

17. what movies do you adore?

fav of all time is my own private idaho (1991), my others in my letterboxd top 4 are when harry met sally (1989), twin peaks: fire walk with me (1992), and before sunrise (1995)... movies from this century are like inside llewyn davis (2013), stoker (2013), and emma. (2020)

i'm tagging @intrusivethoughtsandprayers if you want to, and anyone else who does :)

[myfandomlikesandstories]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Affection

Listen. I just really love this man, okay? He deserves to be loved and given affection. And I am here to deliver.

Tag List: @darksideofclarke @criminal-cookies @rae-rae-patcha @kittyofalltrades @damndamer0n @damerondjarin @iamthe-shadow-on-the-wall (I just kinda tagged who I thought might be interested)

~~~

When you let yourself into your apartment after work, you were a little surprised to hear the dulcet tones of Llewyn’s guitar. Smiling to yourself, you hurried down the hall and out into the living space. There, sitting on your coach and strumming away, was Llewyn. He hadn’t noticed you yet, too caught up in his music. You leaned against the wall at the entrance of the room, listening to him play. He was humming along to his music and while it made you happy to hear him play, you could tell he was in one of his low moods. Deciding to announce your presence so as not to startle him, you call out a soft hey. He immediately stops strumming, looking up to see you, and giving you a sad smile.

Making a quick decision, you decide that the best way to handle his blues will be with some cuddling. Striding over to the couch, you lean forward and press a quick kiss to Llewyn’s temple, before climbing to sit behind him.

“What are you doing?” He says it with a slight laugh as you adjust yourself to get comfortable. You finally end up with your front pressed against his back, your legs on either side of him, your arms wrapped around his stomach, and your head resting between his shoulders.

“You looked sad. I thought you might appreciate some affection.” You told him, honestly. He stiffens against you and you’re worried that you’ve pushed too far, when one of his hands comes to squeeze yours. He holds like that for a few minutes, just taking in your warmth, before he goes back to strumming. The two of you spend the rest of the evening like that and you doze off against him. When you wake the next morning, you’re surprised to find yourself in your bed. Llewyn is nowhere to be found but you do find a note on your counter that just says thank you. You smile to yourself and get ready for your day.

~

It’s several days before you see Llewyn again. You’re sitting sideways on your couch, with your back to the window and your legs crossed, when you hear the key scrape in the lock. You bring your book up to hide your smile and when Llewyn strolls into the room, you greet him happily. He seems nervous though and you eye him with concern.

“Can I ask you something?” You raise your eyebrows but nod. “Why did you give me a key?”

“Because I’m not always home and I want you to be able stay whenever you need or want to.”

“Whenever I want to?” You’re starting to get where he’s going and put your book down, giving him your full attention. 

“Llewyn, that is your key. You are welcome to stay here whenever you want for as long as you want.” You watch the way he thinks it over, not quite wanting to believe what you’re saying. You give him an encouraging smile and he seems to set his shoulders, almost like he’s preparing to receive bad news.

“If I…if I wanted to stay here permanently, would that still be okay? I would help pay for groceries and utilities and rent! And it doesn’t have to be permanent or anything! Not that I wouldn’t want it to be and and not saying that I do want it to be but I just-” He’s not taken a breath since he started and you quickly cut him off to prevent him spiraling.

“Llewyn. Will you move in with me? Permanently?” He looks at you with wide eyes. You just keep your encouraging smile in place and wait for his response.

“Are you sure?” His voice is small and scared, like he thinks you’ll really tell him no.

“I’m positive. Now will you come sit with me and play?” You ask him, sweetly. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

But Llewyn is grinning and he walks over and places a kiss to your forehead, sending the blood rushing to your cheeks. He pulls his guitar out and sits down on the couch but looks at you thoughtfully.

“What is it?”

“Can I…can I show you some affection too?” It’s a callback to what you told him the other day and you laugh but nod. You’re thinking he’ll just give you another chaste kiss but are pleasantly surprised when he lays down and puts his head in your lap, looking up at you.

“Is this okay?” He whispers it, once again expecting you to turn him away and surprised again when you nod.

“As long as I can run my fingers through your hair. That’s the trade off. You use my lap as a pillow and I get to touch your hair.” He looks shell shocked but nods and your fingers bury themselves into his dark locks. He immediately groans at the sensation but quickly blushes and tries to apologize. 

“Shush, sweet man.” You silence him immediately and continue running your fingers through his curls. The two of you sit like that for a bit, before Llewyn remembers the guitar in his hands and begins to play.

That’s how the two of you begin to spend your evenings together. You sitting up with your fingers buried in dark hair and Llewyn laying down, gazing up at you and wondering if his luck had finally turned.