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3. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.” 🥺 being said to him😭
this is half angsty half horny don't look at me. also I reread it too many times and now I absolutely hate it
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You stop chewing on your food when you notice something is off. You're halfway done with your plate, and Llewyn has barely started eating his food, his gaze planted onto his glass of water as he absent-mindedly fiddles with his fork, pushing the food around like a kid who won't eat what they've been served. Although that's probably not that kind of problem Llewyn has right now. He’s difficult on a lot of things, but not food. Trying to survive for so long kinda taught him to not be picky.
“You okay?” you ask, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled since you started eating.
“Yeah” he affirms as he snaps back to reality, giving you a nod accompanied by a quick, small smile to ease your worry.
It doesn’t work; you know his antics all too well. “No–” he quickly aborts his lie, leaves his fork to fall against the plate with a clinking sound.
“I was thinking– I feel so sorry sweetheart.” he shakes his head. “You’ve never dreamed of this” You put your fork down, more confused than ever.
“What do you mean” you ask with a frown, mouth still full.
“You couldn’t have possibly dreamed of a boyfriend that won you over by sleeping on your couch too many times a week and that eventually moved in without even being fucking able to help you pay the rent” he chuckles, reclining back into his seat.
“Llewyn what are you even saying” you scoff.
“I can’t give you anything and it’s fucking sad for you” he declares as he looks up at you like he's disappointed in your life choices.
“Hey– no” you reach to cover his hand over the table. “What are you– I don’t need you to give me anything,” you chuckle, running your thumb back and forth against the side of his hand. It tenses under your touch, and he sighs softly as his fingers tentatively come to tangle with yours.
“Seriously angel, don't you sometimes wish I wasn't such a deadbeat?” he asks rhetorically, running his free hand through his hair as he nervously chuckles. Your heart sinks as you listen to his words, and you pull away from him; he looks up and his gaze follows you when you stand up from your seat, joining him and clearing your throat before you settle over his lap.
“Absolutely not.” you affirm as you brush back a curl to the side, both your hands framing his face. His lips curl into a weak smile as he looks up at you, a saddened frown over his face. “I love you for who you are, not for what you can or can't provide materially or whatever the fuck you think I’m lacking with you.” you give him a small smile, fingers fiddling with the lapel of his shirt. He pinches his lips skeptically, but the glint in his eyes shines in a way that makes you think he wants to believe your sayings. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.” you declare, punctuating your statement by kissing either of his cheeks.
“You sure have shit taste babe” he self-deprecates in a snort as his hand rests over your lower back; you chuckle before it comes out naturally; “Llewyn Davis, shut your damn mouth before I force you to,” playfully hitting his chest with the back of your hand.
There it is; a shift in his eyes. “Yeah? And how are you planning to do that” he raises his eyebrows provocatively, an expecting expression over his face.
“I can think of a few ways” you tease following his game, hand coming to bury in his hair. His lips curl upwards, letting his teeth peek slightly when you tug on his curls a little.
“Yeah? How about you show me,” he mutters, pulling you closer to him on his lap so you’re pressed tight against him.
“You sure seem a lot better than two minutes ago” you taunt as you play with a curl behind his ear. He buries his face into your neck, nose running along your jawline before he leaves a kiss there.
“You can’t expect me to not get a little excited when you come and sit on my lap,” he says, voice purposefully deep. You scoff and playfully roll your eyes.
“Finish eating and we'll take care of that” you affirm patting his shoulder, getting back on your feet before he gets up too and pulls you to him by your hand.
“You know what, dinner can easily wait”
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inside llewyn davis taglist: @lockleysgrl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missmarmaladeth @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @anightshift @campingwiththecharmings @dameronshandholder @spider-starry @spxctorsslxt @dowbastan
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On it! Funny enough, I'm using an article about star wars as a resource.. turns out episode 7 was "controversial" for its racial diversity and female protagonist 💀
I'll get on some Santi hcs for you, maybe some poe 🙏
god forbid diversities are represented🙄
thank you😝🙏🏻
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any specific oscar characters you want hcs for 🫣 I'm writing an essay and need a creative outlet LMAOO
ohhhhhh hum well maybe poe, llewyn or santi? good luck for your essay!!
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💐🌷spread the love to the people you’re glad you’ve found in this corner of the internet 💐🌷
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3. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.” 🥺 being said to him😭
this is half angsty half horny don't look at me. also I reread it too many times and now I absolutely hate it
masterlist | taglist | ao3
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You stop chewing on your food when you notice something is off. You're halfway done with your plate, and Llewyn has barely started eating his food, his gaze planted onto his glass of water as he absent-mindedly fiddles with his fork, pushing the food around like a kid who won't eat what they've been served. Although that's probably not that kind of problem Llewyn has right now. He’s difficult on a lot of things, but not food. Trying to survive for so long kinda taught him to not be picky.
“You okay?” you ask, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled since you started eating.
“Yeah” he affirms as he snaps back to reality, giving you a nod accompanied by a quick, small smile to ease your worry.
It doesn’t work; you know his antics all too well. “No–” he quickly aborts his lie, leaves his fork to fall against the plate with a clinking sound.
“I was thinking– I feel so sorry sweetheart.” he shakes his head. “You’ve never dreamed of this” You put your fork down, more confused than ever.
“What do you mean” you ask with a frown, mouth still full.
“You couldn’t have possibly dreamed of a boyfriend that won you over by sleeping on your couch too many times a week and that eventually moved in without even being fucking able to help you pay the rent” he chuckles, reclining back into his seat.
“Llewyn what are you even saying” you scoff.
“I can’t give you anything and it’s fucking sad for you” he declares as he looks up at you like he's disappointed in your life choices.
“Hey– no” you reach to cover his hand over the table. “What are you– I don’t need you to give me anything,” you chuckle, running your thumb back and forth against the side of his hand. It tenses under your touch, and he sighs softly as his fingers tentatively come to tangle with yours.
“Seriously angel, don't you sometimes wish I wasn't such a deadbeat?” he asks rhetorically, running his free hand through his hair as he nervously chuckles. Your heart sinks as you listen to his words, and you pull away from him; he looks up and his gaze follows you when you stand up from your seat, joining him and clearing your throat before you settle over his lap.
“Absolutely not.” you affirm as you brush back a curl to the side, both your hands framing his face. His lips curl into a weak smile as he looks up at you, a saddened frown over his face. “I love you for who you are, not for what you can or can't provide materially or whatever the fuck you think I’m lacking with you.” you give him a small smile, fingers fiddling with the lapel of his shirt. He pinches his lips skeptically, but the glint in his eyes shines in a way that makes you think he wants to believe your sayings. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.” you declare, punctuating your statement by kissing either of his cheeks.
“You sure have shit taste babe” he self-deprecates in a snort as his hand rests over your lower back; you chuckle before it comes out naturally; “Llewyn Davis, shut your damn mouth before I force you to,” playfully hitting his chest with the back of your hand.
There it is; a shift in his eyes. “Yeah? And how are you planning to do that” he raises his eyebrows provocatively, an expecting expression over his face.
“I can think of a few ways” you tease following his game, hand coming to bury in his hair. His lips curl upwards, letting his teeth peek slightly when you tug on his curls a little.
“Yeah? How about you show me,” he mutters, pulling you closer to him on his lap so you’re pressed tight against him.
“You sure seem a lot better than two minutes ago” you taunt as you play with a curl behind his ear. He buries his face into your neck, nose running along your jawline before he leaves a kiss there.
“You can’t expect me to not get a little excited when you come and sit on my lap,” he says, voice purposefully deep. You scoff and playfully roll your eyes.
“Finish eating and we'll take care of that” you affirm patting his shoulder, getting back on your feet before he gets up too and pulls you to him by your hand.
“You know what, dinner can easily wait”
—
inside llewyn davis taglist: @lockleysgrl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missmarmaladeth @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @anightshift @campingwiththecharmings @dameronshandholder @spider-starry @spxctorsslxt @dowbastan
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in azerty the k is right above the n so if you ever see me misspell a tag.... well actually it's not me it's jake lockley
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3. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.” 🥺 being said to him😭
this is half angsty half horny don't look at me. also I reread it too many times and now I absolutely hate it
masterlist | taglist | ao3
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You stop chewing on your food when you notice something is off. You're halfway done with your plate, and Llewyn has barely started eating his food, his gaze planted onto his glass of water as he absent-mindedly fiddles with his fork, pushing the food around like a kid who won't eat what they've been served. Although that's probably not that kind of problem Llewyn has right now. He’s difficult on a lot of things, but not food. Trying to survive for so long kinda taught him to not be picky.
“You okay?” you ask, breaking the comfortable silence that has settled since you started eating.
“Yeah” he affirms as he snaps back to reality, giving you a nod accompanied by a quick, small smile to ease your worry.
It doesn’t work; you know his antics all too well. “No–” he quickly aborts his lie, leaves his fork to fall against the plate with a clinking sound.
“I was thinking– I feel so sorry sweetheart.” he shakes his head. “You’ve never dreamed of this” You put your fork down, more confused than ever.
“What do you mean” you ask with a frown, mouth still full.
“You couldn’t have possibly dreamed of a boyfriend that won you over by sleeping on your couch too many times a week and that eventually moved in without even being fucking able to help you pay the rent” he chuckles, reclining back into his seat.
“Llewyn what are you even saying” you scoff.
“I can’t give you anything and it’s fucking sad for you” he declares as he looks up at you like he's disappointed in your life choices.
“Hey– no” you reach to cover his hand over the table. “What are you– I don’t need you to give me anything,” you chuckle, running your thumb back and forth against the side of his hand. It tenses under your touch, and he sighs softly as his fingers tentatively come to tangle with yours.
“Seriously angel, don't you sometimes wish I wasn't such a deadbeat?” he asks rhetorically, running his free hand through his hair as he nervously chuckles. Your heart sinks as you listen to his words, and you pull away from him; he looks up and his gaze follows you when you stand up from your seat, joining him and clearing your throat before you settle over his lap.
“Absolutely not.” you affirm as you brush back a curl to the side, both your hands framing his face. His lips curl into a weak smile as he looks up at you, a saddened frown over his face. “I love you for who you are, not for what you can or can't provide materially or whatever the fuck you think I’m lacking with you.” you give him a small smile, fingers fiddling with the lapel of his shirt. He pinches his lips skeptically, but the glint in his eyes shines in a way that makes you think he wants to believe your sayings. “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.” you declare, punctuating your statement by kissing either of his cheeks.
“You sure have shit taste babe” he self-deprecates in a snort as his hand rests over your lower back; you chuckle before it comes out naturally; “Llewyn Davis, shut your damn mouth before I force you to,” playfully hitting his chest with the back of your hand.
There it is; a shift in his eyes. “Yeah? And how are you planning to do that” he raises his eyebrows provocatively, an expecting expression over his face.
“I can think of a few ways” you tease following his game, hand coming to bury in his hair. His lips curl upwards, letting his teeth peek slightly when you tug on his curls a little.
“Yeah? How about you show me,” he mutters, pulling you closer to him on his lap so you’re pressed tight against him.
“You sure seem a lot better than two minutes ago” you taunt as you play with a curl behind his ear. He buries his face into your neck, nose running along your jawline before he leaves a kiss there.
“You can’t expect me to not get a little excited when you come and sit on my lap,” he says, voice purposefully deep. You scoff and playfully roll your eyes.
“Finish eating and we'll take care of that” you affirm patting his shoulder, getting back on your feet before he gets up too and pulls you to him by your hand.
“You know what, dinner can easily wait”
—
inside llewyn davis taglist: @lockleysgrl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missmarmaladeth @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @anightshift @campingwiththecharmings @dameronshandholder @spider-starry @spxctorsslxt @dowbastan
#llewyn davis x reader#llewyn davis drabble#llewyn davis drabbles#llewyn davis#oscar isaac#jane answers
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this whole mutual thing is overhyped on this site. want to send me an ask off anon? do it. want to tag me in a post? do it. follower, mutual, or just random person who stumbled across my blog: I crave interaction and literally do not mind.
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🐭 - but you’re only even slightly intimidating because you’re so cool and awesome and talented <3
I LOVE YOU
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Because there's always something intimidating for me in others (thanks anxiety 😆)
I feel you lmaooo
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How Intimidating Am I?
Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”
Send 🐰 for barely intimidating
Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating
Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating
Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating
Send 🐯 for very intimidating
Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”
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the fact that llewyn's french dub is one of my favorite french people will always warm my heart fr
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No but offering llewyn ur bed bc
It’s similar to the one-bed trope except you have to like… gently coax him into doing it cause he feels like he’d intruding on your space.
If you two are already dating, you have to kiss him into doing it :((
Hesitant llewyn is just too cute im gonna cry
When he does eventually get on your bed, he feels so awkward and out of place. If you want him to hold you, you have to gently guide his hands where you want them to go, he’s too shy to do it himself.
He falls asleep only after you do. Your bed is soft, you’re warm, and he’s never felt more safe in his life.
This is the same anon who sent the “llewyn talks to you in your sleep” hc, so i’d like to think that this and that hc are interconnected teehee
bed anon I love you. I love him. he just deserves to be warm in a nice bed and get at least 72 hours of sleep fr
☹️🧡🧡
(you need to know that both your asks made my heart flutter)
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