#llewyn angst

[the-witheredroses]

Oscar Isaac Characters Finding You Dead

Minors DNI

Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Anselm Vogelweide, Llewyn Davis, Abel Morales x gn!reader

Sorry if anyone is ooc!

CW: death, murder, suicide, blood/gore, break-in, various wounds, torture, etc. + pet names, untranslated Spanish, so on.

Notice! Not all of these scenarios are romantically founded, the reader is just someone who knew the character/was close with them.

These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it’s not written the best.

Not proof read or heavily edited

Miguel O’Hara - Villain Attack

There was never a doubt in Miguel’s mind, he knew that one day he’d have to save you. But not like this…

A Green Goblin anomaly had appeared and started bombing Nueva York.

You’d think with all the Spider People so close by, there’d be no casualties. But being so focused on protecting other universes, he almost neglected his own.

The moment Miguel was aware of the anomaly, he and many other Spiders rushed in to help protect the city.

The damage was already extreme, with two buildings nearly demolished.

Spiders spread across the scene, saving and moving the bystanders as Miguel focused on the alternate Goblin.

After capturing the terrorizer, Miguel started barking orders to everyone, wanting everything cleared up asap.

He was heading back to base as the spiders cleared the rubble.

“Oh god- MIGUEL!” One of the Spiders cried out as they tried to lift a large blanket of concrete up. The urgency in their voice quickly set Miguel off.

Miguel rushed over, his heart dropping seeing your dust covered body.

How long had you been under there? Why didn’t anyone sense you sooner? Miguel’s mind raced with panic.

With his sheer strength, he threw the debris away from your body and checked your vitals, his eyes focused on your face the entire time.

Open your eyes… please… mi amor…

When didn’t feel a heartbeat, he went to start cpr, but realized your ribs were broken. The broken bones had stabbed your vital organs, he couldn’t save you, it would’ve only caused more damage.

Miguel didn’t even realize he was crying until he saw his tears hit your face, muddling the dust covering your skin.

It wasn’t often he cried, hell, it took a good few minutes for him to start crying over Gabriella’s death. But after another loss, he couldn’t hold in the pain he was already barely containing.

His arms cradled your broken body with the most care possible. It didn’t matter that you were gone, you were his, the person he swore to protect.

I failed again…

Sobs ruptured through the bombing site. The boss who everyone saw as intimidating and cold, was now hunched over, sobbing over your limp body.

I failed.

I failed.

I failed…

Moon Knight System - Steven / Marc / Jake - Break-in and Murder

Steven, once again, had a late night of work at the gift shop. He was exhausted when he came home, but was more than happy to be back home after stocking shelves for hours.

He was almost tempted to let Marc or Jake front instead, but Steven wanted to see you before Jake took off to do Konshu’s bidding later in the night.

“Love, I'm back!” He says, keeping up his cheerfulness. It had been a long day, he just wants to see you.

Looking around the house, Steven felt confused. You normally rushed to meet him, to welcome him back.

Where were you?

Walking into the bedroom, Steven saw your form under the blankets.

“Love? Are you not feeling well?” He asked quietly, worried he might wake you.

You looked at peace, your hair tousled as it lays on the pillow. Your skin was a bit pale, but Steven smiled softly, assuming you were just tired, he knew he sure was.

His hand fell on your covered stomach as he sat beside you. But a warmth quickly spread over where he had applied pressure to the blanket.

Looking over, Steven nearly had a heart attack. His hand was tacky from blood that now soaked the thick comforter that’s covering you.

With fear rushing through his veins, he ripped off the covers to reveal the stab wounds littered across your torso.

A scream ripped through his chest as he quickly tried to see if you were still alive. His heart dropped when he felt your cold skin and lack of a heart beat.

Despite Jake and Marc trying to desperately front, Steven wouldn’t let them or listen to their pleads.

Instead, he grabbed your body and sobbed. His hand clasped yours, wishing yours would squeeze his, that you’d wake up and kiss his worries away.

No, no, no— what happened— love… oh god…

It took a good while for Steven to let one of the others front, but Marc took over when he got the chance.

Both had been confined to the mirrors in the bedroom, wishing they could hold you like Steven had. Instead, for over an hour, they were stuck in the mirrors, cursed to grieve from a distance.

Steven faded back into the subconscious, too drained to watch Marc from the mirror.

Jake, on the other hand, took a step back into the subconscious because he had his own plans.

Marc didn’t sob as much as Steven did, but his pain was just as bad.

He had lost so much in life, he was almost confused on how to express his grief for you.

His fingers run along your face, tracing every detail he loves so much. Marc wished you would open your eyes, but your body was long since cold.

Marc wished he complimented you more. Sure, he praised you often, but did you know how much he loved you?

His heart ached with guilt. Marc wanted to make you blush once more from his compliments and soft kisses.

He didn’t know who did this. But he would. They’d find out who did this.

They all would get justice for you.

By Konshu’s word, he swore they would.

It was Marc who called the police and watched as you were dragged away to the hospital morgue.

It was Marc who watched the security footage that showed your killer breaking into the apartment and leaving an hour later.

It was Marc who found out the explicit details that came with your murder.

Marc was the one who told Steven and Jake the details.

This shouldn’t have ever happened… but now we know. What do we do next?

Jake was the protector, or so he’s supposed to be.

Standing over your body in the freezing morgue, Jake stared at your expressionless face.

He could remember the last time you two had a date night. The night was warm as he drove the two of you around town. He could remember the beautifully warm smile that broke across your face as the date came to a close.

Jake would do anything to see that smile again.

The others had already fronted to say their final goodbyes, Jake wanted to be the last one. He wanted to talk to you one last time.

“We found out who did this, amor.” He whispered, trying to contain his wavering voice.

“They won’t get away with this…” His lips brushed your forehead.

”I’m sorry I couldn’t save you…” His tears finally fell down as he reluctantly pulled away.

As he left the hospital, Jake dawned the suit and slipped into the night, ready to enact revenge for you.

Your murderer will regret ever laying a finger on you…

Basil Stitt - Suicide

Basil hadn’t seen you in a while. Yes, part of it was because he had locked himself in his apartment, but he also just hadn’t seen you pass by his door.

He always had his eye to the peephole when you should be leaving or getting home from work.

Is that weird? Of course, but it made him feel less alone. He wanted to talk to you, but his scars contained him to his room.

Where were you? He wondered after spending an entire day looking out into the hallway.

Basil’s heart dropped when he saw movers taking garbage bags out of your apartment.

What are they doing to your things?

Despite his fear, Basil dawned his paper bag and poked his head out.

“What are you guys doing?” Basil questioned nervously.

“There was a suicide. The family wanted us to collect the person’s belongings.” The confused and hesitant workers answered.

Basil slammed his door and collapsed to the ground instantly. The paper bag tumbling to the floor as he clutched and pulled his hair.

His body trembled with grief and hatred as tears pooled on the floor.

He never was good at reacting to bad information, but this was worse.

Why did you leave him too? What did he do wrong?

First it was his face, then his job, then his family and girlfriend, but now you too?

His tears turned to screams and Basil went on a destructive rampage in his apartment, the agony overwhelming him.

He blamed himself for your death, despite barely knowing anything about it.

Maybe if he hadn’t gone into hiding, you would’ve lived. Maybe you two could’ve been lonely together.

But he was also angry.

How could you leave him after everything that happened to him? When he needed you the most?

You didn’t know though. How could you? Your neighbor, the only person you saw everyday, had disappeared for weeks without a word.

Basil knew that, but nothing could stop the emotions flooding and pouring out of him.

Why did you leave me? Why? Why?! Why?!?

Blue Jones - Murdered by a Client

Working for Blue always had its risks, and everyone knew that, including him.

But Blue didn’t expect this.

You had been bought out for the night by a rich newcomer. Nothing bad was supposed to happen.

Blue gave them permission to use you as you saw fit. As long as the merchandise didn’t get damaged, anything went.

Blue stood over your strangled body, his face neutral and flat.

Your glossed over eyes stared back at him, lips hung open loosely.

He didn’t expect his toy to be destroyed, let alone strangled to death.

Your costume was still on, but your makeup was out of place. Blue’s doll was a beautiful, broken mess.

Blue exhaled a puff of smoke as he turned to the killer, the man a sobbing mess.

“I didn’t mean to- they wouldn’t listen to me- please let me go, I’ll compensate you-“ He tried to ramble out, shutting up when the barrel of Blue’s gun pressed against his forehead.

The shot rang through the entire building. The girls and clients quickly rushed out of the other rooms to see what happened.

Screams and tears broke out from the girls as Blue pushed past everyone going to his office.

But it was once he was alone that Blue had the chance to process what happened.

Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw your dead ones. It hurt seeing something he owned in such a state.

Only one tear falls down his cheek as he reviews the footage of what happened. He always kept cameras in the rooms, it was a security measure, but he didn’t think he’d actually ever watch the footage for something like this.

Blue already knew the man was lying about why he killed you, but it hurt to watch you get choked and beg to be let go of.

The man was just angry, he only wanted to kill. You had done nothing wrong. Which made Blue mad.

He leaned back in his seat as the hot, silent tears fell down his cheeks, hidden by the cigar smoke flooding the front of his face.

Blue decided that, from the forward, he was going to be far more strict with who could touch his toys…

My poor bunny…

Poe Dameron - Spaceship Crash

You and Poe had agreed to stay safe, to meet one another after the fight concluded.

Together, you were going to celebrate the victory.

Poe knew you were an intelligent flier, that you were going to do great things for the universe.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that everything went well, until he joined the celebrations…

Everyone was celebrating over the successful stop to the First Order. But as Poe searched the crowds, he realized you were missing.

Fearing the worst, he darted to the medical tents, desperately looking for you. His fears were met when he saw your barely breathing body.

Poe fell to his knees besides the cot you rested on, analyzing the damage you had taken.

He called out your name, to no response.

“Their ship was shot and crashed. There were some malfunctions and the safety’s didn’t trigger. They don’t have much longer, there’s nothing we can do on such short notice.” A nurse sadly explained.

“So you're just leaving them to die out!?” Poe exclaimed in horror, his tears falling fast and hard.

Despite wanting to reprimand the nurse, he knew it would do nothing. Instead, he held your hand to his lips as he watched you until your final breath.

In your final moments, Poe had been whispering soft and loving words to you, hoping you could hear him.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner, that any of this happened. You deserve the world, the galaxy. You helped save us. You’re a hero… you’re my galaxy…”

Poe couldn’t stop crying, and he could barely hear himself over the cheering outside.

He should’ve been celebrating with you, this shouldn’t have happened.

No one knew where Poe had gone, and hours later, Finn had to pull Poe away from your body.

Despite all reluctance, Poe eventually left your side for the night, but he didn’t stop mourning you.

That night, he spent his time in your room holding your belongings close, not wanting to lose the last bits of you he does have.

My galaxy, I’m so so sorry…

Nathan Bateman - Killed by a Prototype

You had been one of the few people Nathan trusted enough to come around the house.

Not that he ever let you go downstairs, no.

He didn’t need you to.

When first developing Ava and her predecessors, he had chosen to try and study a real person. Not through the cameras like he did later on, no.

He thought it’d be better to model the AI after someone he liked.

But he was wrong. One of the few times he had let his emotions make his decision, and it was the worst one.

While trying to work out the kinks of the AI, it had escaped. It had knocked him unconscious for long enough that it made its way upstairs.

The girl stared at you in horror as you stood in the kitchen, knife in hand from making dinner.

You looked just as shocked to see a nude woman coming up from the basement, wires hanging from her broken arm.

She even looked oddly similar to you.

Before you could even react, she tackled you, the knife going flying.

Nathan, having heard the crash, awoke and ran upstairs.

He came up from behind and broke the AI’s skull, the body falling on top of you.

“For fucks sake. That was awf…” he trailed off once he shoved the AI’s body to the side and saw you.

Nathan didn’t know how to react seeing your bleeding body, knife sticking out from where your heart is.

There was no hospital nearby, and with how glassy your eyes looked, he knew you were doomed.

Silently, Nathan sat back on his knees and feet, just staring down at your lifeless body.

He wasn’t an emotional person, but he didn’t like how he felt at that moment.

His eyes searched yours before shifting to the dead AI woman, his creation, your killer.

Nathan’s fists reacted quicker than his brain had, and before he knew it, his hands were bloody from breaking the AI down to nothing but shards.

His feet moved to the bar, and before he knew it, he had drunk a full bottle of vodka.

His knuckles, caked in dried blood, chucked the bottle at the wall. The shatters go flying, some even hitting you…

Nathan stood over your body, once again, staring down at you. His expression unclear.

After your death, Nathan was far more careful. Adding keycards to open doors, not just simple locks.

He even kept the prototypes locked up no matter what.

And who knows, maybe your death is what got him to start drinking so much…

How idiotic…

Duke Leto Atreides - Poisoning

Leto knew the dangers of loving you, yet he still did it.

He always made his love clear, practically worshiping you in private.

Leto would risk his life and title as Duke just to care for you for forever.

He wanted to propose eventually.

But your life was taken long before he had the chance.

The Duke looked down at your slumped body, your poisoned drink spilt from where your head had fallen.

In that moment, Leto regretted never marrying you.

He loved you, but in theory, it was better to stay unmarried, open to alliances with the other Great Houses.

But this wasn’t worth it.

Your life wasn’t worth it.

Leto had to keep his composure in front of his men, but in the comfort of his room, he cried. He weeped.

His sobs shook his body as remorse and grief overwhelmed his senses.

Seeing your body in such a way, it shook him to the core.

Sure, he had experienced death before, but this was different.

He loved you, and he saw where you died, he saw you dead.

Choked sobs escaped his lips as he recounted all the moments you two shared.

He wished he could’ve kept you safe, stopped you from drinking the poison.

You were in the House of Atreides, you should have been safe.

That’s what ate at him. That you died where he swore you were protected.

You died under his care.

Why you were killed, he wasn’t sure. But he swore to find out, to avenge you.

If nothing else, he’d make sure to get you justice.

He loved you, and he messed up never marrying you.

I wish I had made you mine, my dear…

Prince John - Assassination

John, the prideful idiot, should’ve never put a bounty on Robin Hood’s head.

It only made his reputation worse.

John should’ve lowered the taxes, but he didn’t.

And now all the citizens hate him, rightfully so.

But John always had you to go back to, you to love and receive love back.

You tried to reason with John, to show him he was being unreasonable and bleeding his kingdom dry.

Yet he never listened, and he now knows the danger of not listening to the advice he gets.

You had just been going about your business, crossing through the towns when you were attacked.

What was supposed to be a simple robbery, turned to an assassination. One of Robin’s troupe mates had gone rogue; they wanted to send Prince John a message.

The message was received.

John had gotten word of what happened.

He found out about how you begged for your life.

How you cried before your body was abandoned on a wooded path.

It made him angry. It made John furious.

You didn’t deserve this. You advocated for the citizens, yet you were the one killed.

John had destroyed everything in sight upon hearing of your murder.

His guards and mother had barely been able to calm him down. But once he had come down from the rage, John broke out into sobs.

He was barely consolable, all he wanted was to fall into your arms and be comforted by you.

Just one more time, John wanted to feel you caress his scalp as you reassured your love for him.

He couldn’t believe he lost you, the only person who loved him.

In spite and pure hatred, John raised the bounty on Robin Hood and his gaggle of followers.

John wanted them alive so he could execute them on your behalf, but he’d take their dead bodies as well.

As long as they were dead, he would be content.

Robin Hood… you’ll regret this… hurting my beloved…

Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Car Accident

Santi had been through so much in life, and it made him extremely overprotective of those he loved.

He always was worried and tried to protect you.

He didn’t want to risk you getting hurt, especially in the dangerous world we live in.

So why did the world still take you from him?

Santi didn’t know how to react when he got the call from the hospital.

He initially had ignored the call, thinking it was a reminder to set up an appointment or something. But when they called again a few minutes after, the blood in his face drained.

“… died… car crash…” those were the only words his brain registered the operator saying.

His heart broke into a million pieces and he felt like he was hyperventilating.

You died..? How could you die in a crash? After everything tried to do to protect you?

The call had ended and Santi sat hunched over, crying into the palms of his hands. His breathing was erratic and uncontrollable.

If he had picked up the first time, maybe he could have made it to the hospital. Maybe he could’ve said goodbye. At least, that’s what he thought.

“I’m so sorry- oh god, no…” He murmured over and over, desperately wishing it wasn’t true.

He almost wished he was at the crash, that way he could’ve seen you one last time. But now, he’s stuck waiting for the morgue to call, waiting to confirm that it’s your body on the table.

Santi’s sobs only stopped when he passed out from exhaustion.

Why did this happen to you? Why you…

Anselm Vogelweide - Shot on Accident

Anselm was known for his erratic and random behavior. That included when he’d change his mind on a whim.

Despite his absurd actions, you cared for him, as he did you.

Anselm always kept you nearby, and everyone knew that. Even people just passing through his office knew that.

He treated you differently, he treated you better than most of his other employees.

Where he’d change his mind as he saw fit with his clients, he was very firm with his decisions regarding you.

And it didn’t go unnoticed.

So when Anselm decided to raise the price out of the blue on a client, the client was pissed.

It wasn’t unexpected that a gun was going to be pulled, but the gunshot that rang out- that was a surprise.

His men had already detained the perpetrator before Anselm realized that you’d been shot.

Your hands clutched at your bleeding heart, and your eyes quickly fell shut, your body following suit.

Disregarding his squeaking leg brace, Anselm dove to collect your body in his arms.

His eyes were wide with horror and disbelief at the sight of you dying in his arms.

The world was practically silent for him as he watched you breath your last breath.

Anselm sat there for a moment, pulling your body close to his chest in an attempt to preserve your warmth. He felt an ache in his chest when you gave no response, your body limp and spilling blood.

Anselm didn’t give himself the time to mourn or cry, instead he went cold, his heart stilling for a moment as his attention turned to the shooter.

Looking through the fogged glass lens, Anselm ordered to have your killer chained up in the basement as he carried your body to another room.

For months after your death, Anselm tortured the person who killed you.

The basement became a crime scene of horrific activities. Teeth and nail pulling, breaking bones, slicing skin, it was all incomparable to what Anselm felt the murderer deserved.

They killed his dear dove. This was the least he could do.

His disappointment was immeasurable when he found the murderer dead one morning, Anselm felt far from done torturing them.

The body was disposed of swiftly, and afterwards, Anselm visited the extravagant grave he made special for you.

It was only then, after everything, that he let himself cry over your passing.

My dove…

Llewyn Davis - Suicide

Llewyn was your friend, and the two of you always helped one another out.

He needed a couch to sleep on, you were open. You needed a drinking buddy, he was there.

You both couldn’t offer much monetarily, both just trudging through life and old habits.

But you always left the window unlocked, just for him.

Llewyn hadn’t heard from you in a while, and it had just so happened, he needed a place to stay and was in the area.

Throwing open the fire escape window, he hopped through, entering your apartment.

He called your name as he wandered around, confused where you could be so late in the day.

Yet, when he arrived at the bathroom door he paused, knocking before entering.

He instantly wished he never opened the door.

In the tub, surrounded by bloodied water, he saw you. Your face was towards the window, like you were watching the sky before you died.

The sight made him nearly hurl, but the tears made it out first.

What have you done…

Just when Llewyn thought his life couldn’t get worse, you decided to leave him just like Mike did…

Of course, he knew it wasn’t actually a choice to go against him, but it still felt like he was part of why you took your life.

And that broke his heart.

If he had just visited you or bummed at your place more often, would you still have gone through with it?

He called the police after a bit of a breakdown, and a few days later, he was alerted that your only goodbye was a note scrawled with “I’m sorry.”

Maybe the note was for him, but boy, he wished there was more.

A simple “fuck you Llewyn” would’ve been better than this…

You had always asked him to play a song, but he alway said no. He always said he was too tired, that music was his work, not something he wanted to do all the time.

You never pushed him to play for you, not like other people did. So, he never played for you.

But now, in front of your grave, Llewyn played his heart out to you. His tears bouncing off his guitar, onto the frozen ground where you’d been buried.

‘If I had wings, like Norah’s dove,

I’d fly up the river to the one I love…’

Abel Morales - Accidentally Killed During Work

Abel knew the dangers of letting his employees continue their oil deliveries and solo inspections.

So many of his employees had already been attacked, yet he still took the risk.

He just didn’t expect the attacks to get worse.

Sure, some had been threatened with a gun, hell, one was kidnapped and beaten.

But this was the first time someone actually died…

Upon hearing about your death, Abel stopped in his tracks and demanded to know what happened.

He felt like his life was falling apart the moment his wife explained what happened.

After so many troubles and hoops he’s had to go through for his company, he didn’t think he’d be losing one of his best employees as well.

You were doing a simple house call and sales pitch.

That’s all it was supposed to be.

If he had known your colleague wasn’t feeling well, he wouldn’t have sent you out to the call at all.

He never would’ve guessed you’d decide to go alone…

Abel felt guilty over your death. You died because the competition was trying to send a message, or at least that’s what he assumed.

Abel held his head high as he found out about the circumstances of your death.

Apparently, the murderers were only meant to rough you up a bit and dump you just outside city limits, in a particularly snowy area.

But as you tried to run away, one of the goons tried to shoot a warning shot to get you to stop.

The bullet hit you in the Achilles tendon.

You collapsed into the dense snow instantly, crying out in pain.

In fear of getting arrested, the shooters fled, leaving you to bleed in the snow.

You died of hypothermia. You could’ve been saved.

That’s what hurt Abel the worst.

If your killers had just tried, they could’ve brought you to the hospital. But instead, they’re now awaiting a trial and eventual imprisonment.

But because they confessed, and it was an accidental death, they would be able to have parole, they could walk free one day.

To Abel, they deserved to rot in prison forever. But he didn’t have the right to oppose the judge, not when your family had already accepted the punishment.

Abel paid for the funeral, and there he saw you for the last time.

I’m sorry this happened… I’ll take care of your family from now on. I promise…

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Brb sobbing in the club rn…

For real though, thank you for reading!

Feel free to send over any requests/suggestions

#miguel o’hara angst #moon knight angst #steven grant angst #marc spector angst #jake lockley angst #basil stitt #blue jones #poe dameron angst #Nathan Bateman #duke leto atreides #Prince John #santiago pope garcia #Anselm Vogelweide #llewyn davis #abel morales #angst #miguel ohara #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #Poe dameron

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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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[eyelessfaces]

thunder only happens when it's raining

llewyn davis x reader

summary: you never expected a stormy night in greenwich village to bring things back to you, but when llewyn comes at your door for shelter you believe that bad weather might not be so negative after all.

warnings: angst, allusions to past sex

tags: gn!reader, their relationship is complicated, llewyn is insecure and believes he doesn't deserve good things, good ending dw

word count: 1.5k

The structure of your bed creaked as you turned around, the sound going unnoticed as a thunder clap loudly snapped at the same time. You swore it had made your poor window shake. It had to be close for it to be that violent.

You couldn’t sleep. You had gotten to bed what– two hours ago? And you couldn’t sleep. You were tired but your thoughts refused to quiet down and of course the thunder wasn’t of any help.

You turned around in your bed for what felt like the hundredth time tonight and laid on your back. The ceiling was faintly lit up every time a flash of lightning struck, quickly followed by the rumbling sound. 

You tiredly closed your eyes, trying to focus on the somewhat relaxing sound of the pouring rain, just trying to imagine what it looked like out there on the street. 

How the rain splashed against the concrete, how it ran down the awnings of store fronts, what funky and broken shapes the lightnings took, if they looked like that crack in the mug your mother had gifted you for one of your birthdays, the sound of cars passing by too fast and the sharp sound of tires against the water on the road.

Your breath thickened, your heartbeat slowed down and you could feel it– haziness taking over your body and finally welcoming you into what the dead of the night was made for.

Until your doorbell fucking rang. 

Sure you were of good help to Mrs Edwards; she was an old woman whose son could not afford sending her to a retirement home so you did what you could to give a hand– but past midnight? There were limits to your kindness.

You sat on the edge of your bed, sighing as you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. You grabbed and put on the cardigan resting at the top of your clothes chair and joined your entry, deciding to keep the door chain locked before opening the door, assuming that you would just decline whatever request was on the other side of the door if it wasn’t important enough and go back to bed immediately after.

When you opened the door you had hoped it wouldn’t be important enough. You had hoped and you had wanted it not to be important enough.

“Fuck” you hissed, rolling your eyes when you saw the familiar face at your door.

“Baby– please” Llewyn bargained, and you chuckled at the nickname. 

How dare he. 

“Don’t bullshit me and keep your little names to yourself Llewyn.” you spat, closing the door and immediately hearing a sigh at the other side of it.

“Come on please.” he pleaded. “It’s pouring out there. Last time I saw a rain like that I was still with merchant marines.” 

“Yeah well last time I saw you it was still summer and you were clean shaven.” you snickered.

He sighed and closed his eyes, resisting the urge to just put on a show and go as far as getting on his knees. He knew he had fucked up and he knew you were resentful so it was going to be a pain and a long journey to get your trust back.

“Look– I’m sorry. I know it’s been long. I really need a place to stay tonight and you’re my last hope and I knew you’d be awake. Please” he asked, his voice muffled.

“I was just falling asleep when you rang.” you chuckled sarcastically.

He muttered a quick “shit” under his breath and came to the conclusion that he would have to turn around and already leave the building. 

You cursed under your breath, bringing a hand to your forehead in despair, and quickly fumbled with the door chain before opening the door.

Llewyn raised his eyebrows in surprise, and you rolled your eyes and made way for him to get inside. 

“Thank you. Thank you dove” he said as he came inside and put his stuff down next to the couch. 

“How’d you get inside the building” you asked as you sat down on the couch, trying to redirect the conversation and trying to shrug off the fact that the pet name made your heart ache.

He frowned slightly. “You gave me the code to the intercom… And even your keys, remember” he said as he took off his drenched coat.

“Oh yeah of course.” you muttered, putting your forehead against the palms of your hands, remembering that it was how close you used to be. “Yeah.” you nodded, biting your lip as a nervous reflex. If only you could punch him, or kiss him, but you couldn’t decide which one you’d rather do or both, and in what order you would do it. 

“Figured you’d be mad if I used my key and you woke up to me sleeping on your couch unannounced. Are you mad at me?” he asked, and you closed your eyes when you noticed the audacity he had to ask that question. “–for distancing myself” he added when he saw you weren’t replying.

“I know why I’m mad at you.” you snapped, looking up at him. “Goddammit Llewyn I haven’t seen you in two months!” you whisper-shouted, trying not to wake up the entire building.

“I know,” he hissed. “I’m sorry. I had things to figure out on my own.” he said as he plopped down next to you on the couch.

“Jesus we– we went from sleeping together every week and practically living together to–” you searched for your words but your emotions denied you the favor of seeming composed. “To you leaving one day without a word and not coming back.”

He had woken up next to you in your bed, your head resting over his chest, mouth slightly opened, breathing steadily. You looked so peaceful, and the way the 10am ray of sunshine embraced your naked figure made you look like a painting. It hit him all at once; he couldn’t stay.

You deserved better than him– he knew he was in love with you and he had to run away. For your own good; he had nothing good to provide you, on the contrary.

Llewyn winced and sighed in shame.

“I fucked up, I know” he muttered as his hand rested on your back. “I’m sorry, okay?”

You sighed and leaned to rest your head over his shoulder. Because even if you were mad at him you still had missed him and you were glad that he was back.

“Fuck you Llewyn Davis” you mumbled, like a child that had just been caught doing something they’re not supposed to do. He chuckled before leaving a kiss at the top of your head. “I have your fucking toothbrush here, if it means anything to you.”

He licked his lips and nodded, what you couldn’t see because you were fiddling with your own hands.

“It does. I guess I got scared and felt obliged to fuck it up like I do with every good thing happening to me” Llewyn was so used to failure and bad luck that he wasn’t sure if he could actually handle anything good happening to him. “I’m sorry. I mean it”

You sighed for the hundredth time tonight and shifted so your head could rest over his lap. He looked down and softly smiled at you, and he felt his heart sink when you took his hand in yours and tangled your fingers together. You were mad he had left but the relief of him coming back to you felt stronger. Even if it was for shelter. 

“So… what’s with the beard?” you asked, reaching for his face with your free hand and kneading your fingers against the short facial hair.

“Can’t put my hands on a razor as often as I used to be able to.” he shrugged. 

You hummed in response.

“I like it. It looks good on you. You look good.”

“Thank you angel” he weakly smiled at you.

You smiled and closed your eyes, just appreciating the relaxing silence mixed with the outside sounds of rain and storm. He rested his head against the back of your couch and just watched the reflection of the flashes of lightning, still holding your hand.

“Alright” you said opening your eyes and standing up from the couch. “I’m gonna go to bed or I’m just gonna fall asleep on your lap” you declared before a yawn escaped your mouth.

“I wouldn’t mind baby” he smirked as he reached for the blanket folded over the back of your couch.

You chuckled and smiled at him.

“Llewyn you– You don’t have to take the couch.” you nodded pinching your lips. He stopped his action and looked back at you, freezing like a deer in the headlights. “Come on… come to bed.” you pleaded, your heart aching as the words left your mouth. “And don’t leave in the morning. Stay with me.”

A sigh of relief left your mouth when he crashed into your arms with apologies mumbled over and over again into your neck, your arms enveloping him as your fingers ran through his damp curls. 

“I’ve only felt truly comfortable here with you” he whispered, face buried at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. 

“Then stay here with me, and stop running away”

Maybe he deserved this. Maybe he could allow you to be the only good thing in his life.

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[loud-mouth-loser]

don't let go

summary: your ex needs somewhere to stay for the night

pairing: llewyn davis x reader

rating: angst

warnings: angsty-angst, cursing, kissing, mentions of cheating

word count: 1.5k

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Your body seizes up at the sound of the buzzer. You already know who it is. It is futile to ignore, but you still try your best, reading each word in your novel a little more intensely than necessary. 

By the way the rings keep rolling in, it’s obvious that he saw you were home from your lamp’s glow outside your window. You groan at yourself as you slowly walk to the intercom next to the door, cringing as he presses the ringer again. 

The worn button is slammed down with your index knuckle and you take a deep breath before speaking.

“Hello? Who is it?” There’s always a chance it could be someone else, but it rarely is. 

“It’s–uh, me, Llewyn.” You roll your eyes, knowing exactly how this will play out. 

“No.” 

“Wait-please, don’t hang up. I just-I really need a place to stay tonight, then I’ll be out of your life forever. Promise.”

“Llewyn,” You sigh, hating how he keeps dragging you into his problems. “You said that three sleepovers ago.”

“I know, but you’re…you’re all I have left, baby.” His voice is quieter. You could imagine him slouched into himself with desperation. You let out an irritated grunt at his words. 

“Don’t-You can’t call me that, Llew…” You’re beating yourself up at what a pushover you are. At this point, this whole exchange is just foreplay for what’s to come. It happens every time. “Fine. Just tonight…And you’re taking the couch.” You reluctantly buzz him in and mentally prepare yourself for the night. 

“Thank you, thank you, th-” He’s cut off by the beep inviting him in. 

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Llewyn used to be yours, like really yours. You were sure he’d be the one you’d marry, even with the small handful of dollars you had to your name. You had dated for a couple of years and moved in together for half that time. It certainly wasn’t domestic bliss, but you can’t expect that from a struggling musician. 

You’d work double shifts at the diner so he could follow his dream of being a music star. And it worked, for a while. But as you came home later and later, you saw each other less every day. 

And apparently, it got to him first because you caught him with your best friend Jean on your couch after a long day of slinging coffees. It didn’t make sense to you. Jean is married, Llewyn is leeching off of his long-time girlfriend, and you were funding his fantasy. Why would he do this to you?

Of course, you threw him out the next morning with his stupid guitar and scarf, telling him to get lost and never come back. And he didn’t for a while…well for a few months at least, then he came back asking to stay the night. 

You should’ve said no. Should’ve stood your ground and punched him in the face through the damn speaker, but you excused the freezing weather for your heart-aching desperation to see him again. 

He always starts off on the couch, the squeaky springs screeching with every move of his body. You’d be pissed at the noise if you weren’t already struggling to sleep. He has you staring at the ceiling thinking about what he’s thinking about. 

When you had enough, you get up, quietly tip-toeing to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. It’s an excuse to see him, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

His eyes are staring straight up in front of him, tangling and detangling thoughts around his head until he hears a floorboard creak from under you. He doesn’t make a move, waiting for you to initiate an interaction. 

You stand next to the counter, hip popped out to comfortably support your weight as you look at him. The eye contact is suffocating and you know he feels it too. He plays with his hands over the scratchy flannel blanket you shoved in his arms when he walked in. How can he look so adorable, yet be such an asshole? 

You swallow the rest of the water and drop the glass in your sink, looking back up at him. His large brown eyes look up from his lap and send you an inquiry, one that makes you want to melt through the floorboards. 

Your brain scrambles to hold you back from what you’re about to do. Nails pricking at your palms as your hands clench to your side. Just one night, you tell yourself, brushing off any regrets you know you’ll have in the morning. 

You send him a small nod before walking back to your room, leaving the door open as you climb back under the covers and wait. You pull on the delicate beaded string of your bedside lamp, turning it off and letting the city lights from your window illuminate small squares around your room.

Before long, his shadow takes up the doorway and he nervously looks around your room, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. His eyes look at all the spots where his things used to sit now replaced with random trinkets you forced yourself to buy to replace everything that reminded you of him. His white undershirt pulls against his broad shoulders, magnified by his tense posture. 

“Come here, Llew.” 

He slowly walks to the other side of your bed and sits on top of the covers, stiffly placing his hands on his lap, not knowing what to do with his body. He looks down at you over his shoulder, refusing to turn his whole body to face yours. He almost looks scared, like you’re about to yell at him for breaking a vase or something. 

You glare right back up at him in annoyance. He’s the one making this more awkward than is needed. He can’t seem to hold any type of eye contact after your interaction in the living area. 

“What’s, um, happening?” His voice is so small, almost endearing, but that’s not what you want right now. You push yourself onto your knees so your face is level with his and grab his stupidly perfect jaw with one hand, making him freeze up. You were never the one to take control like this during your relationship. 

You could feel the softness of his thick beard under your fingers and it pisses you off for some reason. Despite everything, you could still see the adoration in his eyes begging you to pull him in closer. 

“I… fucking… hate you, Llewyn.” Your eyes bore into his, sending the message straight into his soul. The words are sharply enunciated to communicate the amount of ire your hold for him. His face drops into a frown, not expecting the malice that drips off your tongue.

You take a quick glance at his mouth and slam your lips onto him, not waiting for him to react before climbing onto his lap. Your contradictory actions confuse him, but he responds to you immediately like a practiced move. 

He quickly holds on to your hips and pushes your body closer to him, leaning deeply into the kiss. He groans out at the intensity of your actions, melting at the familiarity of your heat. 

You can barely hold yourself together as the rumble of his voice gasps out your name. You didn’t realize how real this would feel. How much you missed him. You feel your eyes begin to sting with tears as your throat tightens to hold back a sob. 

“Don’t talk.” You manage to get it out without breaking down, but he catches the waver of your voice. Llewyn pulls back and cradles your face in his hands, passing his calloused finger against your cheeks, inviting your tears to breach the dam you’ve held up for months. 

“Oh, honey.” He kisses each tear away, misty sad eyes pouring into yours as if he could possibly know how you are feeling right now. You frantically shake your head, pushing his hands off of your face. This isn’t how tonight is supposed to go.

“Please stop.” You sound defeated. You’ve lost the fight against yourself and you know that all you need is to be held, to be loved. You sit on his lap, taking deep breaths to calm down, resting your forehead against his chest, letting this silent moment caress the two of you. 

“Can we just pretend like I’m yours? Just for tonight?” The words are weakly whispered and bounced back to yourself. You can’t see his face but you feel his heartbeat thumping hard against you, warming his body, and in turn, yours. 

He hums softly, taking you back into his arms, squeezing you tightly. His other hand brushes through your hair, something he used to do whenever you were having a blue day. It felt good, like reliving a memory. 

“I love you.” He whispers it onto the top of your head, breathing you in, thinking this would be the last time he’d get you like this. The last time you’d be his. 

“I know.” 

It wasn’t.

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[andr0medafallen]

The Gaslight

A/N: Reposting old fics. Lightly revised.

Pairing: Llewyn Davis x Reader

Warnings: Existential dread, depictions of smoking, brief mention of cancer in relation to smoking, kind of fluffy ig?, lmk if i need to add anything

Description: New York isn't anywhere near as great as it's portrayed by Frank Sinatra or any of the greats of your time. Maybe the only person with a chance at changing your mind about that is someone who feels the exact same way.

Word Count: 2.1k

Everyone who says that there is “so much to do in New York” is wrong. There’s plenty of random bullshit to do the first couple hundred days living there, and then by the time you’re so over it that you’d rather be doing anything else, you’re stuck because you sold your car for rent and you don’t have enough energy or ambition to send out resumes to employers outside of the city and wait one million years for a letter of rejection. You suppose that that may be the reason the telephone had been invented, but every time you even touch the damned machine, you're overwhelmed with a debilitating flood of anxiety that only goes away after you’ve promised yourself you’ll never touch it again. Honestly, it would probably be best to stop spending the crippling $25 a month for the rotary, but you’d have to call the phone company, and that falls under the list of things you would not like to do.

What may come as a surprise to the vast amounts of small-towners moving to the big city is that the over-romantacized gum spattered streets, unaffordable rent, and constant rat infestations all get old really fast. But how can you honestly judge? You were one of those small-town girls with big dreams, once.

Maybe what you really hate about New York is its tendency to point out the worst in you. Somehow being constantly surrounded by 7.78 million people only manages to make you feel more lonely. As if the city is pointing out that even when it is impossible to avoid people, as you often yearn to do, you are still incapable of making a single genuine friend.

As if it’s any sort of consolation, once you realize that there is nothing to do in New York, you start finding like-minded individuals. It was those very like-minded individuals who led you to The Gaslight today. Course, you weren’t here with anyone. You just got handed a flier at Donna’s apartment. So here you were, at The Gaslight Cafe. Sticky tables, dirty floors, some sort of New Yorker reputation that you were blissfully unaware of.

When you entered the bar, the singer hadn’t yet made his appearance.You were five minutes late, but it was the city, so of course that made you ten minutes early. Honestly though, the room was actually kind of nice. It all seemed so comfortable and modern with its stone walls and chic lamps and real wood tables. The room was low-lit with a couple of warm-toned spotlights pointing towards the stage, where an empty oak-wood chair and a metal mic sat. No matter how hard it tried, though, it still didn’t beat the classic dilemma of any bar: Beer-sticky surfaces and the smell of tobacco, hanging in the air like a sacred canopy.

When you were younger you had been a regular at plenty of different venues in your hometown. Some were all ages and family-friendly, some were teenage rock’n’roller’s garages, and plenty were bars like this one where the owners innocently turned a blind eye to your baby face. Those bars usually had vinyl tables, though. What your teenage hangouts all had in common, though, was that you had known people there. The owners, maybe a drummer or two. Plenty of boy-crazy lasses and lads. Maybe you were jaded, but you’ve been finding it harder and harder to remember what it’s like to know and be known. Some days, maybe even today, you thought of what it would be like to build that sort of community for yourself, and the task felt near impossible. 

On the bright side, your concert-going experience meant that you knew the best places to sit when you went to this sort of thing; Close enough to the singer so that you could see them, but not so close that it would seem like you cared.

You’d almost finished your first drink when the singer came out. His curly hair was messily piled atop his head and he wore clothes that were very obviously picked out from a thrift store or a clearance rack. Of course, you were the last to judge, because you certainly did the same. It had been a long time since you had been able to afford anything on the main floor of a Macy’s. But honestly, the rugged look suited him. His olive skin looked pale, as if he never went outside except for on his commute to these nighttime gigs, like a modern-day vampire, and his eyes looked tired, like they held the murky depths of the Hudson in them. You wondered how he would be spending his Sunday night if he weren’t here.

All of this was just idle thought though, the bored wonderings of someone who was just about ready for a second drink. It’s not like you cared. That is, until he started playing. You remembered the shows from when you were young, played by fellow adolescents jamming out to Elvis Presley and Howlin’ Wolf. You thought they were so fun, yet still usually left early to go fuck around somewhere else. This was nothing like that. When the singer's deft fingers gracefully twirled between strings, when his voice sang a song of anguish passed down generation to generation, you had never felt so seen. You thought maybe this was it. Some sort of sign that it was alright now and you no longer had to spend every day worrying about bills and how to put your next meal on the table. You didn’t even go to the bar for another drink, you were too enraptured. 

When your thoughts did wander, it was all about that man sitting on that chair on the low-hanging stage strumming a guitar. You wanted to know his whole life story. How he ended up here, how he couldn’t leave. Maybe he was a traveling musician, but maybe he was like you. Like Sisyphus, being pushed back into the confines of the city any time he tried to escape its grasp.

When his last song ended you felt like crying. Maybe you already had been crying. Sometimes it was hard for you to pay attention to that sort of thing. Sometimes you get so enraptured by the music that you can’t even manage to wipe your tear streaks until the end of the song, when you frantically will them away with the sleeve of your sweater and the will of a god. This was one of those times.

There really was no real reason to stay once he’d finished his set. You were fairly far from drunk, but hopefully intoxicated enough that you wouldn’t have a lot of trouble getting to sleep. With one last glance at the singer, you slipped out the side door into the freezing New York winter. You were far from cold, though, because when you looked back through the door, your eyes met his brown bark gaze, heating your cheeks with a rosy warmth. You quickly tore your eyes away and shut the alleyway door before fumbling with your cigarette case. Your quickly numbing fingers took their time flicking the lighter going, but once you managed it, you took a deep inhale, hands cupped in front of the cigarette cradled by your lips. The smoke burned through you, warming you from the inside out.

You glanced at the door as it creaked open next to you, once again inhaling from your cigarette. You knew it was a bad habit and apparently some doctors now believed that it caused cancer or something, but you couldn’t remember the last time that you actually cared. 

Once your own cloud of shit smelling cigarettes (you bought the cheap stuff, 25 cents a pack) dissipated, you realized that it wasn’t some trash man or drunk guy needing to puke, but your very own sad man in thrifted clothing holding a beat-up hard shell guitar case. Your heart fluttered, standing this close to him. It was your fatal flaw as a New Yorker, one that you refused to admit to anyone. You got starstruck so stupid easily. Usually not even by stars. Sure, you live in New York and there are plenty all over this shithole city,but it’s the smaller ones you adore. You couldn’t give a shit about Frank Sinatra, but one time you saw your favorite 6pm News anchor grocery shopping in Manhattan and got so excited that a paparazzo started taking pictures hoping that it was some B-List celebrity that he wasn’t familiar with.

And so, when you stood in front of this man, who was not famous, and who you hadn’t even known –of– for very long, but you felt like you might burst into flames in his presence.

He had this aura about him that preached of pain and empty hope and that somehow called to you like a beautiful sonnet.

He even had the audacity to look surprised to see you, as if you hadn’t made eye contact  when you’d used this door just a few minutes prior. It was clear that he had come out the side exit rather than the front exit in some attempt to avoid having to talk to people, and you thought about letting him do just that, but maybe you still believed in fate just a bit, and maybe she was giving you a second shot just now. You weren’t one to ignore divine interference.

You silently offered him your cigarette, and he seemed to consider it for a moment before settling against the red brick wall beside you and accepting it. You don’t miss how his eyes seem to darken as they take in the red smudges which your lips had placed on the tipping paper just moments ago. He takes a hit from the half-smoked cigarette and there is something so casually intimate about the both of you sweetly caressing a lifeless piece of paper rolled with death and dopamine without a single direct touch between you.

When he made no move to speak, you took the initiative. “I liked your set,” you mumbled, taking the joint. You blew out the smoke in a steady stream. You knew plenty of folks who thought that blowing rings made them all sophisticated or whatnot, but anytime you did it you felt like a JRR Tolkien character–the old wizard guy. Gandalf? The singer (who still hadn’t told you his name) exhaled his smoke in puffs, like little storm-clouds.

“No, it's… it’s not.” His response made no sense in the context of what you had said, but somehow you understood its meaning anyway. That feeling of incompetence, where no amount of praise can make up for any past rejection.

“Well. I liked it,” you responded coolly, as if his opinion on his own music obviously meant less than yours. You turned towards him. The new angle revealed how close the two of you truly were, less than a foot away from each other, and it made your heart increase a few paces.

When you told him your name, it elicited the tiniest of smiles in response, and he held out his hand for you to shake. He didn’t seem to smile much, but he still had the most beautiful laugh lines around his eyes. You shook his outreached hand, its warmth dulling the stinging pain of the cold.

“Llewyn Davis,” He introduced, before pulling his hand back to his side. A part of you missed his warmth already.

“Llewyn.” You tested the word out on your lips, drawing it out slowly as if tasting it. “It’s a pretty name.”

Llewyn’s eyes crinkled in response, and you responded in kind with a toothy grin. Pretty, pretty, pretty.

“Well, thanks for the smoke. I should probably head home before anyone starts worrying,” he spoke, snubbing out the spent cigarette on the brick wall and readying up his guitar case.

As he turned away to leave, you raised an eyebrow at the man, not quite believing his story. “And where is home for you, Llewyn?”

He turned back towards you, surprised by your antics, and shrugged. “Anywhere with a nice enough couch, I suppose.”

You smirked at him, giddy at having caught him in his white lie. “Well I can’t say my couch cost more than twenty dollars, but my heater works. Deal?”

The way his eyes seemed to soften at your words made you unbelievably happy. He wasn’t quite smiling, but he seemed so much less stressed.

“That’s…that’s really nice of you,” Llewyn mumbled. You hesitantly reached forward and took his hand, fingers brushing his palm before closing around his calloused left hand, which had so expertly been holding down bar chords and hammer-ons moments before. He squeezed your hand in response, as if to tell you that this gentle act of intimacy was acceptable. When he saw you looking up at him expectantly, he realized that he hadn’t yet answered your question. “Yeah, deal.”

#llewyn davis x reader #reader insert #mine #llewyn davis fanfic #llewyn davis angst #llewyn davis fluff #inside llewyn davis #oscar isaac fanfic

[coolx2-nodoubt]

❧ HUG ME ❧

╰┈➤Pairing: Llewyn Davis x GN!Reader

Warning: Angst/cussing & fluff at the end💜

Prompt: Can I hug you?

A/n: This is my first prompt ever. I'm pretty happy with this, hope you like it aswell. English is my second language so please go easy on me and let me know if there is any type of mistake.

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You just finished taking a warm bubbly bath. Today you decided to use a new cinnamon scented shampoo for your hair. When you got out and went to your bedroom to pick out your pyjama from your closet, you heard the doorbell ring. You turned around and wonderd who could be coming here at this late hour. But then it hit you, there could only be one person...

So you swiftly wore your clothes. Checked in the mirror if you looked 'presentable'. And made your way to the front door. You held down the buzzer to speak.

"Hello? Who is this"

"Hey I'ts me, Llewyn. Can I plea-"

You quickly opened the door before he could finish, happy to see him at your apartment after a long time not hearing from him. But he wasn't, he looked sad, dirty, with his guitar over his shoulder, very little amount of clothes for this cold weather, shivering a bit even.

"Llewyn, hey come in. How've you been?"

You step aside to let him in, with a worried look.

"Hey, thx. Yeah I've been better. I actually needed a place to crash for the night. Can I ?"

"Yeah absolutely, please"

He walked inside looked around your place to see all the Halloween decoration you have placed. He can tell you took your time with it. He dropped his guitar on the ground near the sofa. And turned around to face you, he looked so tired.

"What happened Llewyn? Why do you seem so..upset?"

He slouched down with a groan, looking at the floor.

"My record deal, they cancelled it. Didn't even fucking bother to let me know before hand. Only found out when I got there"

He looked tired, sad, almost look like he is about cry. You just wanted to hold him close. But you accidentely blurted it out.

"Can I hug you?"

As soon as it left your lips you regretted. Did it seem too much? Was he gonna be wierded out? Will your friendship be ruined? I mean there is this tension between you two. There was this time where the both of you nearly kissed outside the bar, but he backed out for some reason,maybe the feelings were one-sided only?

But he looked up at you, and slightly nodded looking down again. It took you by surprise, you hesistantly lifted your arms and wrapped around his torso tightly placing your chin on his shoulder. He did the same.

As soon as he placed his forehead on your shoulder. Tears welled up in his eyes. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He felt his throat closing up. He couldn't do this anymore. He is too exhausted.

"Let it out. Let it ALL out"

Stroking his back up and down slowly. Soothing him with comforting words, letting him know that it's gonna be alright. That it's just another bad day.

He was still trying to speak while whimpering.

"I just wished- I just wished that my life wasn't this fucking bad. Waking up on a bench, hunting down for food everyday with the little amount of money I have. Always relying on the money I earn from the bar. Running out of money constantly. Asking people that I can crash at their place so I don't go to sleep freezing, it's all to embarrassing. I'm just so fucking tired of this. There's no reason for me to live.."

"Hey hey hey, listen"

You picked up his face with your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Don't say that ok. Look it's not the end of the world, alright. Yes you've hit a couple of unlucky speed bumps. But it does not mean you should give up on your dream. You have a beautiful singing voice and you play the guitar beautifully, better than anyone else I've heard. They are just too stupid to realise it.

And besides your wrong, there's a reason, well someone...

You looked deeply in his eyes, taking a breath, before confessing.

"Me .. I really like you Llewyn, i've liked you for a very long time"

He looked at you momentarily, contemplating if he heard you right. Then he pulled you in by your waist for a kiss. Holding his hands up to cup your cheeks. His lips felt so warm and soft on yours, molded perfectly with yours, as if you were made for eachother. You grabbed his neck to deepen the kiss. His beard tickling your chin but you didn't care. To focused on kissing him.

When he parted away from you, you tried to catch up to his lips. He chuckled at you. Both of you staring at eachother in adoration. You couldn't believe he kissed you. HE KISSED YOU. To dazed to even realise he was trying to say something..

"I'm sorry for not kissing you that night, I chickened out. I just felt like I wasn't good enough for you. I thought you deserve someone better..better than me."

With your head slightly tilted, you stroke his cheek with your thumbs.

"You are perfect Llewyn, we are made for eachother. You caught my eye ever since I heard you sing at that bar I couldn't stop myself from staring at you, listening at your voice."

Both of you smiling at eachother like idiots. You give him a quick peck on his lips before asking him.

"Why don't you go take a bath and get dressed I'll bring you some clothes and I'll make us some food. And this time you will sleep in my bed, alright?"

He smiled at you nodding. Giving you quick peck on your lips before leaving you to go to the bathroom.

You placed some clothes for him on the bed while you made your way to the kitchen to make some warm soup and some snacks on the side. To busy with the soup you didn't even noticed that Llewyn got out of the bathroom. He slowly came up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. You were startled, but you easily eased into the hug and turned around in his arms and placed your hands on his chest.

"Your hair smells amazing by the way"

"Now you noticed it?"

He chuckles to himself

"Yours too, Llew"

After placing both of the bowls and the glasses on the table. You sit together facing eachother. You pulled your hand out for him to take, which he gladly did. You took a sip from your glass of water before asking him.

"So are we official...are we really doing this?"

"Was it not obvious enough?!"

THE END

Thx for reading , comments & reblogs are appreciated <3

#llewyn davis fanfiction #llewyn davis #llewyn davis x you #flluff #angst #inside llewyn davis #oneshot #💜💜💜 #prompt #hug me please

[ivystoryweaver]

EVENT CLOSED

My Masterlist

1000 Follower/Holiday Celebration Masterlist

THANK YOU for every single follow and interaction! Every single reply, comment and rb makes my heart explode! I'm a bit overdue for a 1k so I thought I would combine it with a ✨Holiday Celebration✨

There will be 2 parts to this party:

Celebration Part One✨

Based on this poll, 400 of you voted, and the Moon Dads/Hanukkah idea won.

However, the Miguel/Christmas idea was such a close second, I decided to make a holiday event. LET'S DO THEM ALL!

Here's the schedule for Nov. 26-Dec. 30: (I will try to post on Saturdays or Sundays)

UPDATE: They have titles now! Each one is a holiday song title

WEEK 1: 🫂💖 "Jingle Bells" - Santiago Garcia comfort/cheer-you-up ficlet (1000 words or less) for this busy, sometimes lonely time of year. Occurs during the holidays, but is not holiday-specific. Fun fact: Jingle Bells is actually a Thanksgiving song. Thanks to the moots who helped me pick Santi

WEEK 2: 🌙🕎 "Eight Nights (in December)"* Moon Knight System as dads/Hanukkah short story (3500-7500 words). Thanks for voting! This story is your winner! 🏆

WEEK 3: 🕷️🎄"(Everybody's Waitin' for) The Man With the Bag" Miguel O'Hara/Christmas one-shot (1000-3500 words)

WEEK 4: 🎅🏼🐶 “Fairytale of New York” 18+ Pathetic Puppy Llewyn Davis on Christmas Eve one-shot (1000-3500 words) ^ This occurs on Christmas Eve, but doesn't necessarily mean characters celebrate Christmas

WEEK 5: 💫🌳 "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" Poe Dameron/Life Day ficlet (1000 words or less) coming Holiday 2024 *"Eight Nights" is a gorgeous Hanukkah song by Rosi Golan if you're not familiar

Celebration Part Two✨

And here's how you can get involved in the celebration:

I will be taking specific requests for the following characters. Please read this entire post before requesting:

Askbox

🌙Moon Knight - Marc Spector, Steven Grant and/or Jake Lockley 🕸️Across the Spiderverse - Miguel O'Hara 💫Star Wars - Poe Dameron 🤖Ex Machina - Nathan Bateman 💵Triple Frontier - Santiago Garcia 🎬Scenes From a Marriage - Jonathan Levy

There are a few other Oscar Isaac characters I might attempt, if asked.

— rules: • must be following me & must be 18+ • No request limit at this time, but let me know your top priority request if you have more than one. • requests don't have to be holiday based, but they can be!

Pick a character (above) and request:

1.🖼️- a moodboard - you can tell me the scenario or vibe, or I can pick for you! Telling me a little about yourself will help 2. 🦸🏽- a character blurb from one of my stories My Masterlist 3. 🤔- headcanons for blorbos. Requests for stories/ficlets/one shots, etc. are not open for this event

Ideas below if you need them:

here - romantic confession dialogue prompts here - married life prompts here - tender prompts here - affectionate prompts here - protective prompts here - variety prompts: angst, fluff, smut, bittersweet

4. 🎮 - games - "Would You Rather?" or "FMK" (I'll probably answer you with kiss rather than kill) 5. 📚- fic recs - Recommend a fic for me to read - can be yours or someone else's, OR ask me for recommendations because I've been reading for FOREVER and I have some writer moots who are rad af 6. ❓- questions about me, my stories or anything at all 7. 📸- send me your favorite pic or thoughts about your blorbo 8. 🤍- get-to-know-you questions here or Top 3's here - ask me to get to know me, I'll answer and ask you one back! 9. ➡️⬅️- follow backs - I need more blogs to follow. Tell me why I should follow you. What are you into?

1000 Follower/Holiday Celebration Masterlist

My Masterlist

Askbox

#ivy talks #ivystoryweaver #1000 followers #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fandom #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #poe dameron #star wars #star wars sequels #moon knight fic #star wars fic #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fic #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #scenes from a marriage #jonathan levy #dune #duke leto atreides #triple frontier #santiago garcia #oscar isaac characters #celebration #1000 follower celebration #1k celebration #holiday celebration

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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

#em's 123 celebration masterlist #em's 123 celebration

[blue-sadie]

.Marvel.Universe.

Request Page

Platonic = 🌼 Fluff = 🌺 Smut =🌹 Lime =⚘️ Angst = 🥀 Yandere =🍁

Imagines

Temptation - Bucky 🌹

Khonsu's Turn - Khonsu 🌹

Gentle Touch - Loki 🌺

Sit Upon The Throne - Loki 🌹

Praises - Marc 🌹

Combos

After Class Punishments - Moon System 🌹

Reflections - Moon System 🌹

Incorrect Quotes

Crusty... What? - Bucky, Natasha

Drabbles

Oneshots

Drive On - Jake 🌹

Take A Breather - Miguel 🌹

Blood Flood - Peter 🌺

Combos

Save Him - Moon System 🥀🌺

Three For The Price Of One - Moon System 🌹

Series

Different Versions Oscar Isaac Characters: Moon System, Marcus, Shiv, Basil Stitt, Jonathan Levy, Llewyn Davis, William Tell, Cecil Dennis, Robbie Paulson, Outcome 3 (David), Santiago Gracia, Kane, Nathan Bateman, Leto Atreides, Poe Dameron, Peter Malkin, Bassam, Prince John, Orestes, Laurent Leclaire, Oscar Isaac

Modern Day

Medieval/Fantasy

Omegaverse

Crossovers

Preferences

Flashing Lights - Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes 🌺

Kiss The Cook - Peter Parker, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Thor, Bucky Barnes 🌹

Movie Marathon - Jake Lockley, Peter Parker, Pietro Maximoff, Bucky Barnes 🌹

NSFW and SFW Alphabet

Headcanons

Apologizing After A Fight - Moon System

Dating An Artist - Moon System

they accidentally hurt you when having a nightmare - Moon System

Them when Your On Your Period - Stephen Strange, Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker

#marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #marvel #marvel smut #marvel fluff imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel angst #marvel angst imagine #marvel smut imagine #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #marvel x reader smut #marvel x reader angst #marvel x reader fluff #marvel universe #marvel universe x reader

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Fanfic Recs List!

(not necessarily written in November, but that’s when I read ‘em!)

🎀 - fluff ☔ - angst 🍑 - smut

🎀Soup (Llewyn Davis x GN!Reader) - @myfandomlikesandstories

🎀The Ferris Wheel (Steven Grant x Reader) - @soonknight

🎀Marc Spector, Jake Lockley and Steven Grant x male reader - @gatorbites-imagines

🍑Satisfactory Part 1 (Jake Lockley x Fem Reader) - @welcometostayingawake

🍑☔️Moonlight Serenade (Steven/Marc/Jake × Male!Reader) - @smallraindrops-blog

🍑MIRROR'S EDGE (Marc Spector/Steven Grant x f!reader) - @astroboots & @thirstworldproblemss

🍑Gold Skinned and Eager (Steven Grant x Reader) - @fettuccin-e

🍑Family Affair Jake Lockley x F!Reader - @bit-dodgy-innit

🍑"Touch yourself." (Steven Grant) - @kittyofalltrades

🎀I don't trust anyone else to take care of me like you (Marc Spector) - @softlybarnes

🎀Hugs & other things like Love (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @wysteria-clad

🎀Lucky To Be Yours (Marc Spector x Fem!Reader x Steven Grant) - @screwtodd-stevesherdaddynow

🍑Eager (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @luke-o-lophus

🍑Yellow (Marc Spector x fem!Reader) - @romanarose

🎀come out (jake lockley x reader) - @eyelessfaces

🍑Unapologetic (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @villainvindicator

🍑Moonlight (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @softlybarnes

🎀 Date Night (Steven Grant x GN!Reader) - @midgardian-witch

🍑The Tour Guide (Steven Grant x Reader) - @howaboutcastiel

🎀☔️Through the looking glass (Nathan Bateman x GN!reader) - @writefightandflightclub

🍑 Insatiable (Poe Dameron x f!reader) - @dameronscopilot

🍑☔️ Untitled (Poe Dameron x f!reader) - @dameronscopilot

🎀☔️Survive Now, Then Flirt (Poe Dameron x GN!Reader) - @flightlessangelwings

🎀orange (poe dameron x reader) - @eyelessfaces 🎀☔️neurotic mess (poe dameron x reader) - @eyelessfaces

🍑Full (Santiago "Pope" Garcia x reader) - @romanarose

🍑Mine. (Santiago "Pope" Garcia x F!Reader) - @burstanddecay

🎀TERMS OF ENDEARMENT (santiago x frankie x f!reader) - @astroboots

🎀countdown (Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Reader) - @milllenniawrites

🍑trust me (Santiago “Pope” Garcia x F!Reader) - @poedameronscopilot

🍑Body Worship (William Tell x GN!Reader) - @eroticandawkward

#fanfic #fanfic recommendations #fanfic recs #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #llewyn davis #poe dameron #santiago pope garcia #nathan bateman #william tell #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters

[l8rs-gat0rs]

Masterlist!

Welcome! Here are all my fics in one place (^_^)

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Inbox status: Closed for requests :( but open for chatting!

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Request details:

You may request fics about any of the characters mentioned in the character lists (*except for the one-off list*). As of right now, I am only doing X reader fics.

currently I have only written female/AFAB reader, but I am open to writing for other readers as well. I want to be inclusive! if I do research and still feel like I am unsure if I will do it justice, I will let you know

~Character Lists~

These are the characters that I have written about, and are on this masterlist. (Also 1 or 2 characters I haven't written for yet but I am planning to)

Oscar Isaac Characters

Duke Leto

Llewyn Davis

Moon Knight system

Jonathan Levy

Poe Dameron (eventually, send requests if you have any)

Miguel O'Hara (eventually, send requests if you have any)

WLW characters

Eva

Midge Maisel

Juliette Fairmont

Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers

One-off characters

Joel Miller (special request)

(Credits to all the Gif creators)

💦=smut

🤍=drabble

🍬=fluff

🔥= Angst

Fics start under the cut

(All borders used created by @saradika )

Oscar Isaac Characters

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.

WLW Fics

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.

#duke leto atreides #duke leto x reader #duke leto x you #fanfiction #moon knight #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac #llewyn davis smut #llewyn davis x you #jonathan levy x reader #jonathan levy #jonathan levy smut #dune fanfiction #fluff #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron smut #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #star wars fanfiction #masterlist #eva x reader #billie eilish fanfic #smut #the marvelous mrs. maisel #midge maisel #midge x reader #midge x female reader

[eyelessfaces]

haircut

llewyn davis x reader

summary: llewyn's hair is a mess, but you offer him some help with that.

warnings: sexual innuendos/allusions to smut, language (they swear quite a lot), a bit of angst because I can't help it

tags: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, domestic shit with llewyn <33

word count: 2k

a/n: hi. I am in love with oscar's/llewyn's hair so it was only natural for me to write this........ the intimate idea of me cutting his hair does things to me so yeah. (I may be insane)

gif is not mine, I just edited it to cut out the text. original gif is by @isaachastain

also wanted to point out that his hair looks delicious in that gif

When you heard the sound of your buzzer, you only wished for it to be him.

That clearly wasn’t the case for your Greenwich Village friends that had to endure his presence in turns, and you knew how Llewyn could get so you understood, but you were more than happy to see him at your door. When he wanted to show up.

Llewyn somehow felt embarrassed to stay over more than three days in a row; you often offered him to stay longer but he still insisted on rotating between places. 

And you were confused about it.

Why would he decline the offer to stay with you when he could sleep in your arms, and in a nice bed? 

You didn’t know that but it was simply because he was afraid you would think he only got with you or even just in your pants to have a place to sleep at. He was afraid you would grow tired of him if he stayed for so long, and he didn’t want to bother you.

Your relationship was still fresh; you had been friends for long before you started dating and you were somehow scared that the reason he didn’t want to stay at your place was because he didn’t like you as his partner, when it was just the whole opposite.

So you had mixed feelings when you heard his voice over the intercom.

You were happy he would finally pay you a visit but you were also angry because the last one was a long time ago.

You opened almost immediately when you heard the knocks on your door.

“Hey” he says before leaning forward to quickly kiss your cheek. “Just passing by to say hello, I know it’s been long” he declares walking around you to enter your living room. “I might need to leave some of my stuff here too.” 

“‘Just passing by?’” you ask, closing the door. “You gotta be kidding me. I haven’t seen you in almost two weeks! You’re staying here tonight, no questions asked.” you affirm, arms crossed as you follow him closely.

“Well I’m probably sleeping at the Gorfeins since I’m having dinner with them tonight.” he says, bending to put his guitar case down. When he turns back to you and sees your disappointed face, he can’t help but sigh, defeated. “Well what the fuck okay I guess!” he exclaims extending his arms out. “Come with me at dinner and I’ll sleep here with you” he sighs.

“No need to make it seem like it’s a fucking chore” you throw looking him up and down, kinda feeling hurt at his response.

He sighs again before lowering and shaking his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Baby you know it’s not-”

“Your hair is getting extra long, you know that?” you point out abruptly, noticing the length of his curls that were getting out of hand.

He looks back at you, confused at the sudden change of topic.

“Yeah well do you know how expensive hairdressers are?” he asks rhetorically.

“Who said you needed a hairdresser? I’m literally right here” you chuckle, frowning.

“You’d do that for me? You’d cut my hair?” he asks, raising an eyebrow while you tilt your head, looking at him sternly.

“No. Gather enough gigs to pay for a fresh cut.” you joke abruptly. “Of course I’d do that for you are you stupid?” you ask rhetorically, shifting closer to him to run a hand through his messy curls. “I’ve given you head before I don’t see why I would be offended at the thought of cutting your hair Llewyn.”

He snorts and smiles at you before wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close and kiss your cheek multiple times.

“Awesome. Thank you angel” he mumbles against your skin, peppering some more kisses.

“Yeah yeah well go take a shower and wash that nest while I prepare everything” you say tugging on one of the curls falling to the side of his face. “I have clean clothes from the last time you came over”

—

Llewyn comes back to your living room, all cleaned and hair wet, and you gesture for him to join you in the kitchen. A chair is placed in the middle of it and he hands you his towel before sitting down.

“Fuck I feel like I’m getting sentenced please don’t ruin my hair or I’ll have to break up with you” he jokes looking up at you with dramatic pleading eyes.

You chuckle before putting a hand to his cheek and brushing along his beard.

“Trust me and nothing bad will happen to you Davis” you assure him before putting yourself behind him. “And it’s hair, it grows back, no need to be so damn dramatic”

“I have an aesthetic heritage to maintain.” he declares almost too seriously for it to be sarcasm.

You laugh out loud and ruffle his hair with the towel, making his curls even wilder. You put the towel around his shoulders and reach to your pot of utensils and his gaze closely follows each one of your movements.

You grab your kitchen scissors and start pinching strands of hair between your fingers, trimming the curls. Not too short but short enough so you won’t have to do it again that soon.

“You know what the worst part of this is? You being behind me. What’s the point in you taking care of me if I can’t even see you?” he rambles, making you gasp when he turns his head to look at you.

“Llewyn you can’t do that, you can’t turn your head if I’m cutting your hair at the same time!” you hiss, putting the scissors down on the counter. “And if you want a mirror to make sure I’m not fucking this up just say it loud and clear for fuck’s sake”

He sighs and gets up from the chair, making the stray strands of hair fall from his shoulders onto the floor.

“I really just wanna see you” he sighs, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You roll your eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me” you mumble under your breath.

“I’m not. Do you know how great that mirror is?” he asks rhetorically, pointing at the full length mirror in your living room. “It’s fucking amazing.” he declares sarcastically nodding vividly, taking the back of the chair under his arm.

You sigh before laughing, not being able to hold it in despite your efforts. You grab the towel and the pair of scissors and move to the living room.

Llewyn puts the chair down in front of the mirror before sitting down, slyly smiling at you through the mirror. You shake your head in fake despair and go back to cutting his hair, and he finally gets what he wanted; your deeply focused look as you carefully cut his damp curls, the way your fingers curl around his defined locks to put them back in place once you’re done with an area, the way you cup his face to hold him in place.

Llewyn somehow couldn’t explain it but he was so enamored with you. He wasn’t really one of those hopeless romantics; but you, you just had him wrapped around your finger, even if he wasn’t the kind to bend. He hated that feeling sometimes, but the simple things such as you just cutting his hair made him fall even more for you.

“What did I do to deserve you” he mumbles loud enough for you to hear, staring at your figure in the mirror.

You glance back at him through the mirror for a second, and focus back on his curls, doing your best to not let that stupid smile slip out.

“Sang well” you simply let out what is just the truth. What first caught your attention on Llewyn was his voice. And you couldn’t get tired of it, ever. “Be careful, you’re showing emotions” you notify him, lightly running your fingers through his hair and scraping his scalp.

“Yeah well thank god I do because how the hell would you know that I’m in love with you otherwise” he casually blurts out frowning.

Your heart flinches at his words; you knew Llewyn loved you. He had already told you plenty of times. But this out-of-nowhere?

He usually told you when it felt appropriate and logical. After you kissed, after you made love, after he got off stage. It would seem rather rare to couples that told each other every hour of every day on every occasion; but he did it whenever it felt like the right time.

“Yeah how the hell would I know since you don’t want to stay with me more than three days in a row” you say, raising your eyebrows, blame poisoning your voice. You wanted to figure this out, even if you had to break the mood.

Llewyn frowns and does his best not to move and turn to you as you’re working on the back of his head.

“Three days is already a lot for a couch crasher” he affirms, doing his best to read the expression on your face through the mirror. “I take some space in your bed and I don’t wanna bother you longer”

You get away from his hair and stand up straight.

“Llewyn, I’m your damn partner, I don’t give a fuck.” you sigh, putting the scissors down on the closest surface. “The more time I spend with you the happier I am. I don’t see why you would struggle to beg half the city to let you sleep on their couch when you could just be here with me” you say crossing your arms, piercing into his gaze through the reflection. “Unless you get tired of me after three days in a row, which I can understand but tell me at least”

“What? No!” he exclaims, turning to you. “Baby of course it’s not about you it’s just-” he pauses before mumbling curse words under his breath. He lets out a sigh before speaking again. “It’s just that I don’t want you to think I’m just here for sex and for a bed to sleep in. It’s just that” he affirms as the corner of his eyebrows angle up. “I don’t want you to think I got in your pants for practical reasons. That’s fucked up”

Oh.

“Aw Llewyn” you coo, surprised. “Why would I even think that?” you ask him, cupping his jaw and lightly stroking his beard with your thumb.

“I don’t know. I’ve had trouble trusting people for a long time you know” he says shrugging. “And I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of what you have”

You smile and roll your eyes.

“Come on” you chuckle as your hand leaves his face and you walk around to face him. “Lemme see how it looks but I think I’m done with your hair.” you say as you grab the towel from his shoulder and gently ruffle his hair with it to make the cut strands of hair fall and to make sure everything is cut correctly. You toss the towel to the side and admire Llewyn’s face adoringly. “Looks all good to me” you affirm with a smile, and Llewyn smiles back at you.

“Thank you dove” he mutters as he pulls you closer by your hips before burying his face against your belly, leaving kisses here.

You close your eyes and smile, combing your fingers through his almost dry hair, appreciating the feeling of his mouth against your clothed skin. 

You could stay here like this for hours but Llewyn seemed to have other plans.

“We should go to bed now” he growls as his hands slide under your shirt, making you gasp at the sudden cold feeling. 

“We need to clean all your hair on the floor” 

“No” he hums. “We can do that later” he says squeezing on your hips lightly, face still buried against you. “You took care of me, time for me to take care of you”

And hell, you liked having him in your bed more than three days in a row.

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Hello beautiful, contrats again!

O was thinking that I need a little angst in my life so... These two prompts

“all my friends told me you’d break my heart.”

“we can’t afford to do this anymore.”

For Llewyn Davis or maybe Matt Murdock?

Love you! ❤️

So... You've decided to break my heart? I see how it is.

Matt was doing it again. Pushing you away because he felt it wasn’t safe to be around you. Really, he was doing it because he felt he wasn’t good enough for you. You knew the routine by now, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Still, you were unprepared for Matt to actually break up with you.

You had been waiting up for him to come back from a night out. When he’d returned he’d been restless, wouldn’t let you help him at all, and he’d finally turned to you and dropped the bomb on you.

“We can’t afford to do this anymore.” You reared back as if he’d slapped you, not expecting something like that to come from him.

“Matt, what? What does that even mean.”

“You know what it means. You can stay the night but you should leave in the morning. We... we aren’t working out.” You scoff, gathering the pieces of his suit. He tries to take them from you but you rip them out of his grip.

“You know, Matt... all my friends told me you’d break my heart. And I told them that they were crazy, that you loved me, that you would never hurt me like that. But here you are, hurting me because you can’t let yourself be happy.” Matt reaches for his suit again and you hold it away from him. “No! No, you listen to me and then I’ll give this back.”

Matt says your name but doesn’t reach for the suit again. He looks positively broken and you know what you’re about to say will only break him more but he needs to hear it.

“I love you. Do you hear me? I love you, Matthew Michael Murdock. I love every single part of you, lawyer and devil. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I started dating you. I knew the risks and I decided to do it anyways. I made that choice. I did. So you don’t get to make the choice to leave because you’re scared. Because you think I can’t handle it. I’ve been handling it.”

Matt’s face scrunches up and for the first time in your relationship, he raises his voice.

“I can’t let anything happen to you, damnit!”

“Matt, what do you think will happen if you break up with me? Do you honestly think the criminals will just magically leave me alone? That they’ll just pretend we were never together? Or is it more likely that I’ll just be easier to grab?” You ask him and he flinches. “Didn’t think about that, did you?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I just- I can’t- I can’t lose you. I can’t-” Matt sinks to his knees, bringing his hands up to cover his face. He’s trying to hide the way tears are welling in his eyes. You set his suit aside and kneel in front of him, gently grabbing his wrists. He fights you at first but eventually lets you pull his hands away from his face. Even though he can’t look you in the eyes, you look into his so he knows just how serious you are.

“Listen to me, Matt. If it will make you feel better, you can teach me self-defense. We’ll go to Fogwell’s and you can teach me everything you want me to know. But I am not leaving you. Do you understand? I meant what I said, Matt. I love you and I’m not going anywhere. Even when you push me away.”

Matt finally reaches for you and you let him pull you closer and bury his head in your chest. 

“You’re too good for me. I’m sorry.” You gently run your fingers through his hair and hold him close to you.

“Maybe I am. Or maybe I just understand you. You’re forgiven, Matt. You’re forgiven.”

Matt spends the next week apologizing to you, sticking close to your side, and starts training you at Fogwell’s. He tries to make up for the way he treated you and you try to help him accept your love.

It’s not perfect, but it’s perfect for you.

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Over Again

Llewyn Davis x OFC

Angst/ maybe happy ending ??

Word count: 600ish

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. She was supposed to have her life together, not crumble every time he rang her doorbell. She thought she knew better.

“Dottie?” His voice crackled through the speaker and she set her jaw. “Please, I promise it’s the last time.” She sighed, buzzing him in against all of her better judgements.

Llewyn fucking Davis. Dottie had tried so hard to keep him out of her life after the breakup but he kept working his way back in, promising it was one last favour, one last night, one last touch, one last kiss. And he was always gone before she got up. She could never move on. She unlocked her door and moved through to her kitchen, her nightgown fluttering in the breeze from her open window as she poured herself a glass of water.

She didn’t know why she kept letting him hurt her.

“I didn’t know if you were going to let me in.” The sound of his voice made her flinch and she put her glass down, too scared that she would drop it with her shaking fingers.

“Neither did I.”

Llewyn looked at Dottie properly for the first time in weeks. The bags under her eyes were more pronounced than he’d ever seen them, her hands were shaking, her chest was flushed. She was nervous. He felt his shoulders sag, cursing at himself for making her feel this way. He didn’t know why it had to be like this, why he kept hurting her. He hated it. Dottie sniffled and drew his attention back to the room. She blinked back tears, throwing her window fully open and leaning out slightly as she attempted to keep herself collected.

“Just one night.” She reminded him. Her nose and cheeks were bright red with cold when she turned back around and he nodded. “You can’t keep coming here, Llewyn.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just didn’t have anywhere else.” She scoffed.

“You know where the couch is. I’m going to bed.” She paused as she walked past him, her hand brushing past his. “You look like you really need the rest. Get some sleep.” her voice dropped as her stomach churned, unable to stop herself from worrying about him.

Dottie sighed as she padded through her apartment, seeing Llewyn still awake on the couch. She ignored the voice in her head telling her to ignore him. “Come on. You must be freezing in here.” she mumbled, yawning as she gestured for him to follow her to her room. He jumped up, following her eagerly and climbing into bed behind her. His heart twisted when she faced the other way.

“I love you, Dot. I’m sorry.” Llewyn whispered into the darkness.

“Take it back.” Dottie whispered, refusing to turn to look at him. “You don’t mean that. You can’t mean that. This isn’t love, Llewyn. It’s a twisted, toxic thing and I keep letting you hurt me.”

“But I do. I can’t stop thinking about you. You drive me fucking crazy so I keep running away.”

“You’re a fucking idiot, Llewyn. We can’t keep having this same conversation every time you need somewhere to sleep.”

“Yeah, I know.” He mumbled, and hearing his voice crack made Dottie finally turn. “I’m so, so, sorry.” He whispered against her hair, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight against him.

It was the first time she woke up and he was still sprawled in bed next to her, his arm lazily slung over her waist. Her pillow was still wet with tears but a small smile cracked on her face. Maybe this time would be different.

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Penric: *having existential angst over injuring someone who was literally trying to kill him* what do I do I don't want to become a violent person

Princess-Archdivine Llewyn: Pen, dear, first take a bath and wash your hair. Then eat something and get some sleep. We can talk theology tomorrow.

Penric: yes, Mother

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❄️ December Writing Challenge ❄️

Day 22. Coffeeshop Date

Pairing: Llewyn Davis x GN!Reader Words: 842 Warnings: angst if you squint, insinuation of sex

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Llewyn was confused. He’d arrived for his mid-afternoon jam session with a couple of friends at the Gaslight, only for the new manager, Sophia, to call him over to the bar with instructions to meet you at a cafe a block over. She didn’t seem to know why, telling him you’d popped in during your lunch break, looking rushed and excited, and made her promise to get Llewyn to the ‘Black and White’ cafe for 3pm. 

He hurried out the door at 2.45pm and headed east in search of a cafe he’d never been to before. Or had he? Was he forgetting an anniversary? Was it a special location that was meant to spark a memory? He was starting to worry he’d messed up the only successful relationship he’d ever had when the cafe sign came into view, black and white stripes adorning the front window like a zebra, hanging baskets covering the red brick building where an awning might be. A woman in a red mini skirt and a scarf that touched her knee length boots held the door open for Llewyn, to which he thanked her and entered the cafe. 

He looked around the monochrome room, between each circular table, until he saw you waving him down in the far corner of the cafe. You looked happy to see him, but Llewyn couldn’t help the instinct to run. Because if he had forgotten something, if this was a special occasion and you found out he knew nothing about it, you’d be mad wouldn’t you? And you’d question why you were with him at all if he couldn’t remember something so important. 

But he didn’t. Llewyn walked on despite the rush of adrenaline urging him to make an escape. The chair squeaked across the floor as he pulled it away from the table, making him cringe and carefully take a seat. 

You’d already ordered a coffee pot to the table, so you poured Llewyn a cup, plopped in a sugar cube and passed it over. 

“I was beginning to worry Sophia had forgotten. Or maybe you’d changed your mind about the session at the Gaslight,” you laughed nervously and took a sip of your coffee. Llewyn didn’t touch his, but finally took a moment to look at you. You smiled so brightly for him and it only made him feel worse. You saw his panicked expression and decided to explain.

“I wanted a date,” you shrugged, feeling silly for setting up such an elaborate meeting.

“A… date?” Llewyn cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Yeah. We never get to go on a date. Something always comes up, or we’re too tired to leave the apartment. Y’know the last date we went on?”

Llewyn, still confused, shook his head slowly in response.

“Sixteen months ago. It was our second date and we ended up snogging in the alley down the side of the Gaslight. Then Pappi fell out the side door, threw up everywhere and ruined the mood.” You sound disgruntled at the memory, because it really did put a bummer on an otherwise great date, but it was still something that made you chuckle. 

“But we’ve had dates since then,” Llewyn said slowly.

“Folk nights don’t count, Llewyn.”

“Last Thursday, then. With Jim?”

You raised your eyebrows, as though Llewyn hadn’t answered his own question.

“Dates don’t typically involve more than two people.”

Llewyn looked thoughtfully into his cup of coffee and breathed. He reached over to take your hand, hesitant at first then firmly when you interlinked your fingers with his. 

“So I haven’t forgotten anything?” He needed confirmation, then he could let his guard down and begin to relax. You smiled sweetly, gave his hand a squeeze and leaned forward in your seat.

“Not at all.”

“It’s just a date?”

“A simple date.”

Llewyn shuffled his seat closer to the table, added another sugar to his cup and reached for the creamer.

“We should make this into a thing.”

You hum in agreement. You have a full time job, Llewyn takes every opportunity in the day (and sometimes in the night) to write and sing, so dates aren’t a thing. 

“Okay. Coffee date. The last Thursday of every month. And we’ll do it here.”

“Always here?” Llewyn asked, glancing swiftly at his surroundings. He didn’t dislike the cafe, but it wasn’t really his style.

“We can begin here. Where we go afterwards can be up to us on the day.”

Llewyn looks up, a cheeky glint in his eye. 

“Anywhere?”

You frown. “Anywhere…”

“Home? We could have all evening to ourselves.”

You see where he’s going with that. You pretend to think it over, slowly slurping your coffee whilst watching Llewyn’s hopeful, wide-eyed stare. Finishing your coffee you place it on the saucer and reach for the pot, much to Llewyn’s disappointment.

“Come on,” he implores. You laugh at his displeasure and quickly push away from the table.

“Let’s go home.” With a giggle you pull him from the table and hurry out the door.

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