I’m sad to say that the wintfleur era is ending…But happy to say that I will be moving blogs to my new baby @boyfiefleur 💕
this blog has been my safe place for years, I’ve grown so much and have been so lucky to meet so many wonderful people, thank you all for being part of this journey with me , love you all 💕
I’m sad to say that the wintfleur era is ending…But happy to say that I will be moving blogs to my new baby @boyfiefleur 💕
this blog has been my safe place for years, I’ve grown so much and have been so lucky to meet so many wonderful people, thank you all for being part of this journey with me , love you all 💕
I’m sad to say that the wintfleur era is ending…But happy to say that I will be moving blogs to my new baby @boyfiefleur 💕
this blog has been my safe place for years, I’ve grown so much and have been so lucky to meet so many wonderful people, thank you all for being part of this journey with me , love you all 💕
I’m sad to say that the wintfleur era is ending…But happy to say that I will be moving blogs to my new baby @boyfiefleur 💕
this blog has been my safe place for years, I’ve grown so much and have been so lucky to meet so many wonderful people, thank you all for being part of this journey with me , love you all 💕
I’m sad to say that the wintfleur era is ending…But happy to say that I will be moving blogs to my new baby @boyfiefleur 💕
this blog has been my safe place for years, I’ve grown so much and have been so lucky to meet so many wonderful people, thank you all for being part of this journey with me , love you all 💕
I’m sad to say that the wintfleur era is ending…But happy to say that I will be moving blogs to my new baby @boyfiefleur 💕
this blog has been my safe place for years, I’ve grown so much and have been so lucky to meet so many wonderful people, thank you all for being part of this journey with me , love you all 💕
I’m sad to say that the wintfleur era is ending…But happy to say that I will be moving blogs to my new baby @boyfiefleur 💕
this blog has been my safe place for years, I’ve grown so much and have been so lucky to meet so many wonderful people, thank you all for being part of this journey with me , love you all 💕
Wait are u gonna deactivate here eventually? Or are u keeping this account too eith all your work?
I won’t be deactivating here at all , all my works and everything will be staying up !! some of my fics on this account will be moved to my new account @boyfiefleur but will have different love interests .
I’m sad to say that the wintfleur era is ending…But happy to say that I will be moving blogs to my new baby @boyfiefleur 💕
this blog has been my safe place for years, I’ve grown so much and have been so lucky to meet so many wonderful people, thank you all for being part of this journey with me , love you all 💕
synopsis ᦸ the best part of both of your days were the mornings you got to share…
contains ᦸ fluff skinship established relationship ٫٫ 2.5k
You tiredly rubbed the sleep from your eyes with the pads of your fingers as you walked through your apartment, following the delicious smell that was coming from the kitchen along with the faint sound of music playing from the small radio your boyfriend had gotten for the kitchen. Your footsteps were soft and slow, as you were extra careful not to slip on the wood flooring. Your fluffy socks were not helping with your balance, and neither was your drowsy state.
You had awoken with a grumpy groan when you realized you were alone in bed, your boyfriend's strong arms not wrapped around you like you remembered them to be before your eyes grew heavy and you slipped into a peaceful sleep. For a moment, you worried that the romantic and sensual night that you shared with him was all just a dream that your subconscious mind came up with, to comfort you from how much you missed him.
But when you groggily rolled over to lie on his side of the bed, you were reassured that it was, in fact, not a dream when you felt his warmth still on the sheets. So, you sleepily got out of bed, slipping on your socks and underwear before you reached for Lando’s hoodie that was thrown across the back of the chair.
Your grumpiness only faded when you found your boyfriend standing in front of the stove, his back to you. Your eyes slowly trailed down his bare back and arms, taking in every detail of his muscles and skin before your eyes fell to the black sweatpants he was wearing that hung low on his hips. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him and his head of messy bed hair, softly bopping along to the music.
You missed the sight of him being so domestic so much while he was away working. You missed him.
Your feet softly padded against the tile floor of the kitchen as you quietly walked up behind him, your tired eyes squinting from the sunshine that came through the wide-open kitchen window. He always did prefer natural light, and he loved the smell of the morning air. You missed the way his body stilled for a small moment as he sensed your presence, as you wrapped your hoodie-covered arms around his waist and nestled your head on his back.
Lando doesn't flinch at your sudden touch; he had expected you to come waddling into the kitchen searching for his warmth as soon as you woke up. He knew you all too well. Your eyes quickly fluttered closed; the sunlight was too much for them. He took his hand that wasn't holding the spatula and rested it on yours that was resting on his stomach, a happy smile on your lips at his warm touch.
His voice was deep and still filled with sleep as he asked – “Sleep well, darling?”
You were far too tired and had no energy to form any words to answer him, so you just slowly nodded against his back, which was slowly falling and rising with his breaths, and mumbled out a soft “mhm.” – The clear tiredness in your tone made him chuckle.
“Still tired?” he hummed as he gave your cold hands one more squeeze before reaching over to grab a small handful of blueberries. As he sprinkled them in the perfectly sized circles of pancake batter, he knew they were your favorite. He brought his hand back to yours, instead slipping it under the sleeve, his warm and slightly rough fingers caressing your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His soft touch only makes you more inclined to drag him back to bed.
“I must have really tired you out last night, huh, sweet cheeks?” Lando asked you teasingly, using that pet name he loved to tease you with. His lips twitched up into a smirk as he hinted at the night the two of you shared. You immediately roll your eyes at his teasing, hiding your face in his back as your hold on his waist tightens. Your lack of response makes him chuckle to himself.
“Let's go back to bed,” you asked, your words coming out muffled from your face being squished against his back. Your tone was more demanding and whinier than you had intended it to be. All you wanted was more time to be in Lando's arms before he got that call and had to leave for work; you grew to hate the sound of his phone buzzing.
Lando smiled fondly at your tone. Ahh, adorable, he thinks to himself. He loved how clingy you would get in the mornings – and in general. As much as he wanted to join you back in bed, it was more important to him that you eat a good meal after the strenuous night the two of you shared. He flipped the pancakes, the tops being perfectly golden. “I’m making you pancakes, you asked for them last night.”
“I would have never asked for them if I knew my handsome boyfriend would leave me to wake up all alone in our bed to make them,” you playfully complained with an annoyed huff, making sure to emphasize the word " alone. Lando laughs loudly at your words. He knew you were trying to guilt him into getting back in bed. He turns off the stove and lets the last few cook until golden.
“You need to eat something, sweet cheeks, and then we can watch that movie you showed me last week,” he tried to compromise with you, remembering how you excitedly showed him and Oscar the trailer.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked back on the day, distinctly remembering how Lando was very uninterested with the movie, teasing both you and Oscar for rambling about it – “You said the trailer was stupid” you mumbled with a cute pout as he took a step back from the stove, your body following him as you still hold onto him, not before he took the now done pancakes out of the pan and into the platter with the other pancakes.
Lando chuckles and gives a soft pat to your hand before letting go and turning around to face you. A smile graced his lips when he finally laid his eyes on you, your arms dropped to rest on his hips, your fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the band of his sweatpants. Your hair was still messy, your eyes showed evidence of you still being tired, and his hoodie was swallowing up your body.
He just wanted to grab your cheeks and smother your face in kisses from how adorable you looked, but instead, he gave you an innocent smile, raising his eyebrows and pretending to be shocked by your words as he rested his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him. “Oh, I said that aloud?”
“Lannn,” you whined with an annoyed huff as you leaned forward, resting your forehead on his bare chest, too tired to go along with his teasing. Your boyfriend chuckled at your dramatics and leaned down to place a few kisses on your forehead and temple, one of his hands coming up to try to fix your messy hair, tucking a few strands behind your ears.
“We’ll eat first, and then we can cuddle as much as you want, okay, darling?” he hums fondly as he moves his large hands to softly hold your face, tilting it up so you would look up at him. Lando’s breath hitches as the two of you lock eyes. You never fail to give him butterflies.
You lean your face against the palm of his hand and softly nod in agreement, “Hmm, okay.”
“Perfect, you get the drinks, and I'll set the food on the table,” he nods as he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. You scrunch your nose at the feeling of his soft lips on your nose, a giggle leaving your lips at the ticklish feeling, his heart erupting in warmth, and the sight and sound. You leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his shoulder before making your way over to the fridge.
He stood there for a few moments with a fond smile on his face as he watched you slowly walk over to the fridge—mumbling dramatically under your breath about him putting you right to work—pulling out a pitcher of freshly made orange juice. You set the pitcher on top of the table before moving over to the cabinet to get glasses and grabbed both of you a set of utensils.
Lando felt a blush spread across his face at the feeling of you softly touching his lower back as you moved behind him. Years of dating, and he still would blush at your touches like he did when he first met you. You found it adorable, but Lando didn't, always hiding his face in your neck whenever you mentioned his flushed cheeks.
“I'll be right back,” Lando whispered quickly as he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head before rushing out of the kitchen and towards your shared room to put on a shirt. You shook your head fondly at the sound of his loud footsteps as you sat down on the bench in front of the table, your mouth watering at the sight of the different cut fruits and the perfectly golden pancakes.
“Booo my eye candy,” you pouted dramatically at the sight of your boyfriend in a shirt, already missing the sight of his bare chest. He rolled his eyes playfully with a grin on his face as he sat down next to you on the bench. This time, it was Lando who was clingy for your touch, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him, eliciting a small giggle out of you.
Your breakfast was filled with quiet conversations, teasing from both of you, soft kisses, and even softer touches shared between the two of you. You gave your sweet boyfriend many compliments throughout breakfast about pancakes, even teasing him about you loving his pancakes more than him. That earned you a poke to the ribs.
After helping Lando clean up the kitchen—that took much longer than it was supposed to, the two of you had stopped in the middle of cleaning the dishes to slow dance to the song playing through the radio, many fits of giggles leaving your lips at how horribly he sang along to the lyrics, a surprised gasp left your lips at how low he had dipped you.
You were quick to take your boyfriend's large hand in your much smaller one, pulling him towards the living room where the couch was basically screaming your names. He quickly grabbed the soft decorative blanket on the end of the couch before flopping down on the L sectional of the couch. Lando opened his arms for you to join him, a small smirk on his lips as he watched you search for the remote, but to no avail.
“Yoo-hoo,” you heard your boyfriend whistle behind you. You dropped the decorative pillow you were looking behind, back on the couch, and turned to see him smiling at you as he held up the remote that he had picked up from the coffee table before he sat down. Lando chuckles at the confused pout that decorates your lips as you trudge towards him.
You raised your eyebrow as you playfully accused him, “You had the remote the whole time, didn't you?”
“Can you blame me? You're cute when you're confused,” your boyfriend teased with a deep chuckle as he reached for your hand and softly pulled you down against him, taking you in his arms as your hands rested on his chest. A small sound of surprise left your lips at the sudden movement, followed by a loud laugh at the ticklish feeling of Lando littering your neck in soft kisses.
“Lan, please,” you got out between your giggles as you eventually pulled away from his attack on your neck, moving to lie by his side and not on top of him. He let out a small hum as he scooted over so there was enough room for you to lie on your side between him and the couch, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you close while his other rested on your thigh that was over his midsection.
Lando rests his head back against the couch, watching as you make yourself comfortable in his arms as you cover you and him in the soft blanket. He gently squeezed your thigh, looking down at you with a teasing smirk, “Please what?”
“You promised that we could watch a movie and cuddle, so behave.” You trailed off into a teasing tone as you poked his side with your finger, smiling at the shocked noise leaving his lips at the sudden feeling of your ticklish touch. He felt you snuggle closer to you, wrapping your arm around your waist and tangling your legs with his.
He grabbed the remote by his side and turned it on before kissing the top of your head, speaking sweetly, “Okay, okay, I promise, sweet cheeks.”
You tilt your head back and send him a warning glare because of the pet name, but he just chuckles and continues to search for the movie, bringing his free hand that he had resting on your waist up to play with your hair softly. You let out a content hum at the feeling and rested your head back on his chest, your eyes drawn to the TV that was playing the intro of the movie, your fingers absentmindedly squeezing onto his shirt.
The first 20 minutes of the movie were filled with your guy’s murmurs, mostly from Lando, who liked to pick out everything wrong with the movie so far, and you enjoyed his nerdy rambles too much to tell him to stop. You found it funny how into the movie he got despite how much complaining he did in the beginning.
You hid your face in his chest as you let out a long yawn, your nose brushing against his chest. You scooted closer to him as if that was even possible; it felt like you were melting in his arms. Before you realize it, your eyes start to grow heavy, and your hold on his shirt weakens, the feeling of his fingers softly playing with your hair and the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.
It only took a few minutes for Lando to notice that you had fallen asleep in his arms. He was on one of his rants about a poorly made character, and he had expected to hear your own thoughts when he paused, but instead, he just heard your soft breaths that left your slightly parted lips. He brings his free hand to gently move your hair out of your face, admiring how cute you look with your face smushed up against his chest.
He whispered with a smile, “Cute.”
Lando brought the soft blanket up to your shoulders, gently tucking it under your chin. He grabbed the remote at his side and turned down the volume before leaning down to place a soft and long kiss on your forehead, whispering against your skin, “Sleep well, sweet cheeks.”
┊࿐ ❛❛ continue on to my…. 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ❜❜
Ი𐑼 my first fic for the new blog and ofc it had to be for lan <3 btw if this seems familiar it’s because it’s reuploaded from my old account ! please let me know your thoughts , reblogs and comments are very much appreciated :p
summary… you fear you may have spoiled juraj with a little too much affection. now, you've got a monster on your hands. [0.5k words.]
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ requested here! thanks so so much for the request angel and sorry it took so long — loving getting to write sm for slaf lately!
IT’S NEVER BEEN A SECRET that juraj is a huge attention whore. even from the start, juraj had been clingy, always craving some form of contact or level of affection. on the first few dates, it had been subtle, sure, but always there, something below the surface to be addressed.
his hand had brushed yours, tips of your fingers grazing, though juraj never made the first move. no, he’d waited for you to interlink your fingers, and make a small joke when you finally crossed that bridge tentatively cemented between the two of you.
“you are eager, hey?” he’d teased, though the tips of his ears had turned pink. you’d scoffed a laugh and moved closer into his side, and that was it. juraj was addicted to your touch.
weeks turned into months, and as the two of you became more familiar, the affection became more frequent. you’d snuggle on the sofa, juraj would pepper your face in sleepy kisses during early morning wake up calls, and most importantly? you’d taken to tracing loops and swirls onto his back with your fingertips, knowing that same gesture worked to soothe you every single time.
put simply, you've spoiled him. and now, you have to suffer the consequences of your own actions.
facing away from you, juraj is currently scrolling through his phone, making soft humming noises now and again as if to remind you that he's still there, still needing attention. and though the warmth of your boyfriend's skin beneath your fingertips is fairly pleasant, a slight stiffness begins to settle in your fingers, and you pause your motions, flexing your fingers before laying your hands on your stomach.
juraj turns his head with a speed that’s almost startling, snapping his neck to look over at you, the stupid meme he'd been looking at on his phone all but forgotten in light of your supposed betrayal.
“ah?”
you can’t help but laugh at how affronted juraj sounds, and your clear amusement at his suffering only causes him to frown deeper. thick brows furrowed, he’s all but pouting at you now, eyes darting pointedly between your face and your hand as if demanding you connect the dots.
you’re suddenly reminded of a puppy being refused pets, and you wouldn’t be surprised if the man started nosing at your hand in a spoiled demand for you to continue petting him.
“i’m cramping,” you laugh, shaking your hand out before lightly grazing your nails over his shoulder blade. “give me a sec, would you?”
juraj shivers, lashes fluttering, and produces a satisfied hum as he settles back down. half of you is tempted to scratch at him, punish him for being greedy with little red indents across the tan skin of his back. the other half of you recognises that he’d likely enjoy that, and so you decide against it.
“five more minutes,” you stipulate. “then we swap.”
six minutes later, juraj is out cold and snoring, mouth half open and phone barely still clutched in his grasp. you press a kiss to his bare shoulder before wrapping your arms around him, clinging to him like a backpack as you settle in for the night yourself.
you can’t deny it any longer; you’ve created an actual monster.
You should continue the Stella series you’ve already put so much time and effort in it and you really shouldn’t care what other people think cause it’s your work and how you wanna portray and it’s one of the best series I’ve ever seen
And if people give you hate because of it, they’re really not a fan of your work if they just can’t get past that part you’re writing fiction then there’s something wrong with them not you and I think you should do what’s best for you and not best for other people and trying to please everyone cause you’re never going to please everyone
So I truly hope you do continue it because it’s such a great series and I would love to see where it goes 
oh nonnie 😭 thank you so much , I really needed to hear that ! I will continue Stella’s AU , I just don’t really know what I should right about for her at the moment … I do have a Will AU I’ll post soon 💕
