Lewis Capaldi FanFiction

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Hello! I hate to bug but I just read both parts of OCL and I was wondering when the next part will be up? Love your work 😙

Hey :) Thank you 💙 I actually just started writing part 3 last night. I’m going back and forth between that and a request right now, but I’m hoping to have it up some time this week :)

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Graham Norton Show - Lewis Capaldi x Reader

I apologize for how long these have been taking me to get to, but I hope you like your request 💙

Paring: Lewis Capaldi x Actress Reader

Word Count: 2,014

Description:  Based on this request: “Where the reader and him are doing the interview on Graham Norton show and being funny as hell and everyone knows they are dating even if they didn't say it. Can you also add then having long cute stares at each other.”

Warnings: Some swearing

“And welcome our next two guests, Y/N and Chris Pratt!” Graham Norton calls out as the two enter the set to applause. Waving to audience quickly, Y/N smiles before turning to shake the hands of Graham, Jared Leto, and Tom Ellis before taking her place next to Tom, with Chris sitting to her left.

“How are the two of you doing? Enjoy your trip back home to the U.K. Y/N?” Graham asks.

“Real good,” she respond with a small smile, relaxing back into the couch. “Long flights suck, but being back home is always great. Haven’t gotten to get back to my actual house yet, but what can ya do?”

“I’m doing great,” Chris nods in response. “Got to film and now promote this film with this fantastic woman right here. She’s hilarious, and gives me a run for my money as set prankster.”

“Oh?” Graham asks noticeably intrigued. “And what kind of pranks is Y/N pulling?”

“Oh nothing that great,” Y/N insists, her cheeks reddening as she tries to talk it down.

“How long do we have?” Chris asks with a grin toward the audience that cheers in response.

“Give us one good one,” Graham insists.

“Hmmm,” he says as his gaze drifts to the ceiling of the set. “Probably the prosthetic zombie finger she stuck to the bottom of my coffee cup, then filled it with my coffee and brought it to me. Took me an hour to finally see that sucker. We’re standing there discussing the next scene, I take a sip and seeing a freakin’ finger coming up out of my coffee and chucked it.”

“He screamed like a little girl,” Y/N grins cheerfully to the audience’s laughter. “It was fantastic.”

“Well we can’t expect anything less… from the one rumored to be dating our hilarious musical guest of the day,” Graham teases.

“No clue what you’re talking about,” she insists, her eyes immediately leaving Graham’s.

“Oh? So you’re denying the rumors of you and Lewis Capaldi?”

“Absolutely.”

“I mean,” Chris butts in with a shrug. “He was on set an awful lot for someone who lives in Scotland when we were filming in Canada.”

“Well yeah, we are friends, I never said we weren’t friends and he never visited me, we live near each other and see each other all the time and he had some concerts in North America so he dropped by a few times to hang out and see the set,” she rambles quickly as she tugs at the bottom of her shirt in embarrassment.

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” Tom Ellis throws in, raising his eyebrows.

Jared and Graham laugh as Y/N sinks further in the couch and reaches for her drink on the table.

“Bit thirsty there Y/N?” Jared teases.

“Parched,” she quips back with narrowed brows to her former costar.

“So the film you two are starring in is ‘End Of The Living,’ care to give us a taste of what it’ll be about?” Graham asks looking at Y/N and Chris.

“Well my and Chris’ characters are neighbors in an apartment building that don’t really get along. They deal with seeing each other on an occasional basis, but generally avoid each other. Then all hell breaks loose as the zombie apocalypse basically breaks out, and they have to work together to survive.”

“Annnnd then they fall in love,” Chris adds with a chuckle.

“Naturally, nothing says love like zombie guts and certain death,” Y/N nods with a carefree smile.

“And here on the couch we have a vampire, two zombie hunters, and Satan himself,” Graham summarizes as he looks at his guests who laugh in response. “It’s a nice light promotional day isn’t it?”

“Zombie hunters are no match for Morbius though,” Jared jokes looking over to Chris and Y/N.

“Says you,” Chris throws back. “But if we can’t Star Lord will wipe the floor with him since he’s in his world.”

“In all due respect,” Tom jumps in, “None of them can take on Lucifer.”

“And with that, we should go to a break, when we get back we’ll see our musical performance from Lewis Capaldi!” Graham shouts as the cameras shut off.

Giving pointed looks to the men around her, and sticking her tongue out at Jared, Y/N’s attention is finally caught by the instruments being brought in for Lewis’ performance.

She nods at his piano player Aiden as he gets settled, then smiles as Lewis himself comes out onto the set. The typical nervous expression always etched on his face before a performance there. He looks up to see her gaze on him, and smiles wide before sending a wave her way.

Smiling in turn she waves back at him as she watches them finish setting up, ignoring the scoffed laughed from Chris beside her.

As the lights brighten again, the cameras come back to life as Graham steps in front of the camera, “And here to perform his newest hit, two-time Brit winner and Grammy nominated singer Lewis Capaldi!”

The cameras turn toward Lewis as he begins the song, and Y/N leans forward with her chin in her hands as she watches the performance intently, standing up and applauding loudly as Lewis hits the last note.

Finishing up the song, Lewis sets his guitar down and gives a wave to the audience before heading over to the couches. Shaking each person’s hand down the line, he stops to pull Y/N into a side hug, whispering something in her ear causing a smile to spread across her face.

After all shaking hands, all the guests take their seats once again. As Chris sits back down, he places his arm on the couch behind Y/N, while Lewis takes his seat on the other side of him. Lewis’ gaze lingers on Chris’ arm for a moment with a frown before forcing it away and looking to Graham.

“Fantastic performance Lewis!” Graham says looking over at him. “Now where do we start? The new album you have coming out or the triple platinum on your last one and the two Brits you’ve gotten since you were last here?”

“The new album Graham,” Y/N says before Lewis can respond, throwing him a look. “You’ll give him a bigger head if you go on about the other things.”

“And that’d be a bad thing Y/N?” he asks with a teasing tone.

“There’d be no living with you if it got any bigger,” she sighs dramatically.

“Living with him?” Jared asks as he looks between the two, noticing Lewis’ gaze lingering on her a moment too long.

“W-well yeah,” she answers hastily. “We live pretty close, I see him pretty often.”

“Speaking of you two living close, do you also go on some of his tours Y/N?” Graham asks. “You appear on quite a few of his social media posts from Instagram to Tik Tok, and everyone’s loving seeing that side of you when you usually play such serious roles.”

“Well we just always have a good time. I have gone on some of his tours when I’m not working, get to see some cool places with a good friend of mine. And we’re both a little weird, so it makes for some interesting videos I guess,” she shrugs.

“Let’s take a look at one of them now,” Graham says, gesturing to the screen beside him.

The screen changes to a clip of Y/N wearing a Lewis Capaldi merch t-shirt and a pair of black sunglasses as she stands atop a large table singing the lyrics to ‘Grace.’ Throwing her head back, she starts dancing to the music, when the camera pans over to Lewis also doing the dance from his music video and singing the song at the top of his lungs.

“I’m not ready to be just another of your mistakes!” she yells out as the camera follows Lewis moving in front of the table she’s dancing on. As she finishes the line, she launches herself onto his back, a look of panic on his face as they both crash to the ground in front of the camera, followed by a chorus of obscenities.

As the clip fades out, Lewis and Y/N have equally red cheeks as they make eye contact and look down at their drinks while the audience and other guests laugh.

“And what were you two doing there?” Graham asks with a grin.

Lewis runs his hand through his hair breaking his gaze from Y/N back over to Graham, “That, that was a less than sober rendition of my song and Y/N trying to kill the both of us as my piano player filmed us.”

“Ok but we were on his tour and had too much to drink and it seemed like a good idea at the time,” she defends.

“Alcohol would do that,” Tom teases.

She smiles at him sheepishly before taking a drink, “Alright we don’t always make the best choices, but we do make the fun choices.”

“Fuck yeah,” Lewis agrees with a grin, his eyes quickly widening before muttering a quiet apology.

“So about this new album, what should we be expecting from it and when?” Graham asks.

“Well there are the artists that really want to reinvent themselves for their next album, really try something new and push the boundaries of music,” he replies. “And that’s not me. It’s gonna be more sad shit, and hopefully if you liked the first album you’ll like the second. We’re looking at it coming out in May of this year.”

“No inspirations for happy love songs in your life huh?” Chris asks with a knowing smile, glancing at Y/N next to him who quickly looks away from Lewis.

“Nope, I’m sad and alone,” Lewis confirms, his gaze once again drifting to Chris’ arm behind Y/N on the couch, then to her eyes as a content smile spreads across both their faces.

“Right then,” Graham chuckles as he stands up from his seat. “That’s all we have time for tonight. Give a big round of applause for my guests tonight, Lewis Capaldi, Chris Pratt, Y/N, Tom Ellis, and Jared Leto! I’ll see you next week everyone!”

Once the cameras have shut off, the guests all stand up to bid their goodbyes to one another.

“It was great seeing you again,” Jared says, pulling Y/N into a quick hug over the table. “We really need to work together again some time.”

“I get pranked enough in my personal life to go up against you again,” she chuckles setting her empty glass down on the table. “You take it to a whole new level Leto.”

“Oh you know you loved it,” he teases patting her shoulder.

“Of course, snake in my dressing room was the best,” she says while rolling her eyes but smiling. “It was good talking again. Hit me up sometime again sometimes. And it was great meeting you,” she says turning to Tom.

“You as well,” he responds with his own smile. “That goes for all of you, I had a great time.”

“Same here bud,” Chris says throwing an arm over Y/N’s shoulder and extending it for a fist bump at Tom who bumps it with a smirk, his gaze going to a very obviously uncomfortable Lewis behind Chris.

“It was fucking fantastic meeting you all,” Lewis interrupts after a moment. “All of you are amazing. But if you don’t mind…” he reaches around Chris to snag Y/N’s hand, who he quickly pulls out of his grasp and to his own side.

Placing a quick kiss on her cheek, he mumbles, “Let’s get out of here.”

Y/N nodding in agreement, follows Lewis off the set hand in hand with shy smiles on their faces as the last few remaining people in the audience cheer.

Turning to look at the other two men, Chris smirks and crosses his arms in victory, “Fuckin knew it.”

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Extra Notes: As to why I chose Jared Leto, Tom Ellis and Chris Pratt. Chris Pratt I thought would be a good funny guy that would mess with Lewis and Y/N a bit (and I’m a big Marvel fan so I’ve seen some of his interviews lol). Jared Leto just because I’ve been a fan of him and his band for a really long time and just thought he was someone I could write alright. And Tom Ellis because I felt like the Lucifer show fit the vibe of this, and I had the chance to see a live panel of him at a Comic Con I went to where he was just a really cool guy.

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pls do a part of OCL about them having a toddler who does really funny stuff and everyone is like oh they take after their mom! and lewis is bitter because he thinks he’s funny too

Oooh I really like that, definitely will do 👌

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omg i’m so glad you’re back :) love your writing sm. when do you think the next part of ‘our chaotic life’ will be up? and if you don’t mind what is going to be the main event? sorry i’m just so invested in the story

Hey :) Thank you so much, and I’m really glad you like it! 💙 I think I’m going to try to get one or two more requests up then part 3 of OCL. And I’m not quite sure yet to be honest haha

The overall series is going to keep being random moments in their relationship along a timeline, but I haven’t decided all of the events yet or where I’m going to stop with it. I have a few requests I was thinking of maybe making each a part of the series because they really fit the timeline well, and one that is based on them being older that could wrap it up well.

I do have a few parts for it written out but they don’t make sense chronologically to post yet for where the story is at now, so they’re sort of sitting until then lol As of right now though I want to hit big events in their relationship, and more than likely there’s going to be an angsty patch somewhere in the next few parts.

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Hi! ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Can I make a request? (♡) Lewis x actress!Reader The reader is a really popular actress, during the lockdown reader is having video call interviews, it would be fun to see lewis in the background distracting the reader and interrupting to answer the questions. Greetings from Mexico! PS. Sorry for the bad english, I'm learning and read your stories help me learn new words. (♡)

Hey, yeah definitely I’ll add it to the list ^_^ And your English was great there! But I’m glad my stories have helped 😊

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Masked Singer - Lewis Capaldi x Reader

Didn’t expect to get this out so quickly after my last post, but it just sort of happened :P lol I haven’t watched a whole lot of this show, so hopefully I did it justice! Had a lot of fun with this one 😊

Paring: Lewis Capaldi x Celebrity Reader

Word Count: 1,492

Description: Based on the request: “Lewis x reader where he goes on the masked singer and the reader is one of the judges and she doesn’t guess him immediately and the judges keep teasing her about it?” Hope you like it 💙

Requested by: @mytinybaguette​

Warnings: None, swearing is bleeped for tv show purposes :P

“And the winner of this season’s Golden Mask is…” Nick Cannon begins as the lights go down and the dramatic music begins. “The Duck! Congratulations, you’ve won! Make your way to the throne!”

The Duck’s hands fly to his face in shock, before accepting the trophy and holding it high as he makes his way back to his throne as the judges cheer.

After their runner-up is unveiled as Robert Downey Jr, he sings his final song and exits the stage to thunderous applause and a thumbs up to the Duck back on his throne.

Robin nods approvingly as the Duck comes back to the stage, and faces them, “Knew you’d be in the finals, such a strong voice.”

“Jenny, who do you think our champion is?”

“I’ve changed my mind every week on you,” Jenny starts and points at him. “And I’m still not sure I’m right. But from your clues… you mentioned Hollywood at one point. You had a background of New York behind you. You brought up having an older brother and starting to work toward your career at a young age. Everyone thinks you’re a singer, but I think you’re an actor and that’s why you brought up Hollywood! You’re Zac Efron! An actor that can sing, has an older brother, started out young on Disney, and you had that movie with Michael B. Jordan based in New York, I’ve got you Zac!”

The Duck shrugs as Ken jumps in, “Great guess Jenny, but you’re wrong. Because I know exactly who this is! I saw that flag in the background of one of your videos, and plenty of singers come to Hollywood. You’re from the U.K., welcome to The Masked Singer Ed Sheeran!”

“One final guess Y/N,” Nick Cannon asks, both he and the Duck turning to look at her. “Who do you think the Duck is?”

“I think you’re right about the U.K. Ken,” Y/N nods approvingly. “But that’s not Ed. I feel like I really know this voice, and it’s been irking me for months. And I think I finally know why. Going off of him saying he has an older brother, the Union Jack in the background, talking about how his career took off in the span of one year, and his voice, this is singer and X-Factor winner James Arthur,” she states confidently as the Duck slicks back his hair. “I’ve worked with him, and that’s his voice, I’m confident.”

“I agree with Y/N,” Robin states. “Duck you’ve got an incredible voice and range, and killed it out here every week. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’re a professional singer. And I think that singer is James Arthur.”

“Alright Nicole, who do you think our champion is?”

“I still have no clue Nick,” she says, slamming her palms down on the desk. “I thought he was a professional singer from his singing, but he’s brought up Hollywood and that made me think actor, then he’s just continuously hilarious every week in his packages so I thought he was a comedian. I think I’m just going to agree… with Ken. It’s Ed Sheeran.”

“You’re agreeing with me?” Ken asks, a fake shocked look on his face.

“I know, I’m uncomfortable too,” she says with the roll of her eyes as the audience laughs.

“Alright now that our panel has locked in their final guesses, it’s time to unveil our winner!” Nick announces as he puts his microphone on the table next to him and grips the edge of the Duck’s mask trying to find the best place to pull it up.

All the judges get to their feet, trying to get the first glimpse of him as the audience chants, “Take it off,” wildly.

As the mask comes off, the audience goes silent before Y/N’s voice breaks it, “Oh *bleep*,” slamming a hand over her mouth quickly.

“It’s Grammy Nominated Singer Song-writer Lewis Capaldi!” Nick shouts as Lewis holds up his mask and Y/N slowly lowers herself down to hide behind the desk.


“Wait, Y/N isn’t he your boyfriend?” Robin asks as the crowd laughs.

Coming back up from behind the desk, she hangs her head and nods, her cheeks bright red.

“James Arthur, Y/N?” Lewis teases, “James Arthur, really?”

“You didn’t recognize your own boyfriend’s voice? Don’t you hear him like every day?” Nicole asks surprised.

“And didn’t you noticed your boyfriend working all the exact hours as you?” Ken laughs as her cheeks grow even brighter red.

“Well I wasn’t there! I was here!” she defends with a huff. “And he locks himself in the studio writing all the time, I didn’t check to see what he was singing up there, it’s soundproof!”

“I also sang her to sleep last night,” Lewis shrugs setting down his mask. “The last thing you heard before you slipped into your sweet sweet dreams was me singing to you, then you come and call me James Arthur today with complete confidence. I feel like I should be concerned.”

“To be fair I assumed my boyfriend was home working on his album like he said he was, it never even occurred to me I’m leaving to head to the studio and you’re sneaking out right after me!” she shouts back.

“You didn’t even get him after the hints though,” Robin comments with a chuckle. “That should have given it away for you.”

“But a lot of people could have got into singing because of their brother, I don’t know everyone’s back story! And the duck thing... ok the duck thing I probably should have. He said he wanted to be an eggplant but couldn’t so he went with something that rhymes with a word he say all the time. And the sunglasses. And the clip in the bathroom. And the plunger. Yeah that’s my bad,” she admits with a sigh.

“What about the New York background and Hollywood reference though?” Nicole asks looking to Lewis.

“He had New York wallpaper for most of his life and has a song called Hollywood,” Y/N answers sheepishly.

“And my own girlfriend of three years didn’t get any of this,” Lewis laughs and shakes his head in mock disappointment. “I am wounded darlin’.”

“Even if your own girlfriend couldn’t recognize your voice, you came out here and put on a great performance every week, congrats to our champ!” Ken celebrates, thumbs up to Lewis who smiles in response and pushes his hair out of his face.

“Slayed it every week!” Jenny agrees.

“So why did you come do this crazy show?” Nick asks as he puts his arm behind Lewis.

“Well,” he starts as he scratches his chin. “It seemed like it would be fun, from when I’ve been here just watching because of Y/N. And I love my fans and how I interact with them online, but sometimes it starts to feel like my music takes a backseat to all the stupid shi- stuff I say,” he corrects himself quickly. “I’ve also had a lot more success in the U.K. than over here, and I just sorta wanted to see how I would do without any of that to detract from how people like or don’t like my voice.”

“Now how about we get one last song from our champion?”

“Gladly,” Lewis grins as the music for “Set Fire To The Rain,” begins. Near the end of the song, the screen starts to fade as Lewis holds an arm out toward Y/N, who joins him on stage as he pulls her into an embrace for his last note.

Fading to black, the image of a clapperboard suddenly appears on screen then gives way to unmasked Lewis and Y/N standing in front of a white wall.

“Lewis did you think you’d win?” a voice behind the camera calls out.

“Of course I did! No I really didn’t expect that, it’s fantastic but didn’t expect this. I did expect my girlfriend to recognize my *bleep* voice though,” he says with the raise of an eyebrow, glancing over to Y/N.

“My mind completely cancelled you out of the list of people it could be, because I thought there was no way you were able to hide all this from me!” she insists.

“I’m just sad, here I was thinking you liked my music,” he responds with a pout.

“Hey I probably listen to your album more than you!”

“And what’s the name of it?”

“Divinely Uninspired To A Hellish Extent, sold near you wherever records are sold. It’s been out a year, if you haven’t listened to it yet where the *bleep* have you been,” Y/N laughs as they both flash peace signs at camera.

“Will you ever let me live this down?” she asks.

Looking toward the camera with a serious expression that quickly breaks into a smile, Lewis responds, “Absolutely not.”

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Clearer - Lewis Capaldi x Reader

Short random fic that just sort of happened when I sat down to write lol I’m still working on the requests, and the next thing I put up should be a request. Thanks for the understanding, hope you guys like this 💙

Paring: Lewis Capaldi x Reader

Word Count: 1,323

Description:  Y/N has been having a hard time, and Lewis comes to help.

Warnings: Some swearing. Depression (nothing too dark).

Italics are texts.

“What are you up to?”

“Darlin?”

“Everything ok?”

“I’ll be home in a few days, want to come over?”

“…or I’ll come to yours?”

“Y/N?”

“You haven’t responded to me in days, are you getting these? I’ve been trying to FaceTime but it just rings through.”

“Are you ok?”

“Y/N just let me know you’re ok, I’ll leave you alone after if you want.”

Glaring down at the week’s worth of unanswered texts, Lewis finally glances up to look out the taxi window at the scenery speeding by. His foot tapping impatiently on the floor of the car, his mind races at what he’ll find at her apartment.

Maybe she just left. Up and moved apartments without saying anything to him. Maybe she didn’t want him anymore. Would it be better or worse if she disappeared, or if she slammed the door in his face? What if something actually happened to her?

Pulling at his hair nervously, the familiar apartment building comes into view. Practically throwing himself out the car door as it stopped, he tossed the money in to the driver’s lap before grabbing his suitcase and rushing toward the stairs.

He’d been on tour for a month, and the first few weeks everything between them seemed fine. Video calls every other day, texts throughout the day. Everything normal. Then she just stopped responding. The first few days he assumed she was just busy. He was a bit hurt she didn’t at least respond to his ‘I Love You’ in the mornings, but could understand it. By the forth day he was getting anxious. The fifth day day he was upset and having a hard time focusing. By now on the seventh day he was practically frantic on the inside. It wasn’t like her to not respond.

Tugging his suitcase up the steps, he rushes down the corridor counting the doors as he went. Reaching her door, he knocks and tries to settle himself.

After a few minutes of no response, he knocks harder and yells her name through the door. After five minutes of standing on her doorstep he finally fishes his keys out to open it himself. He’d rather not have let himself in case she just didn’t want him there, but she had given him a key and he had to make sure she was at least ok.

Slipping inside the door, he leaves his suitcase under her coat rack as he takes a few steps into the apartment, “Y/N?”

When he’s still met with silence, he closes the door behind him and walks further into the apartment. Stopping in his tracks, he’s met by the disarray of her living room. Furniture turned different directions, clothes hanging from the back of chairs and in piles on the floor, various cans littered the end tables, and an empty pizza box abandoned on the coffee table.

Glancing into the kitchen he’s greeted by a similar mess, and the smell of the unwashed dishes in the sink. His mind races as he tries to figure out the cause for the state of the apartment, as he finally heads toward the bedroom.

Reaching the end of the hall, he’s faced with her closed bedroom door. Taking a deep breath, unsure what to expect, he grips the handle and twists the knob to swing the door open.

The light from the hallway spills across the completely dark room, revealing a lump under the covers on the bed.

“Y/N?” he calls out tentatively.

He’s met with a quiet grunt and watches as the lump under the covers moves slightly.

Letting out the breath he’d been holding, he kicks off his shoes at the door and crosses the room to climb onto the bed.

He pulls up the covers to slide under and wraps his arms around her waist. Almost instantly she turns in his arms and cuddles up to his chest, the gentle shake against his frame and wet droplets falling onto his shirt make more questions than answer them.

Stroking her back gently, he kisses her forehead and hums as he rocks her against him.

“Thank you,” she whispers after a few minutes of silence, tilting her face up to look at his. “What are you doing here though?”

“You hadn’t responded to me in a week,” he explains. “I just got back from tour, I came here right away to see what was going on.”

“A week already?” she murmurs. “Fuck. My phone died. Never plugged it in.”

“What’s going on?”

“Just… everything,” she comments with a sigh against him. “I took some time off. I just can’t with anything right now.”

“More specifically?” he chuckles against her, but pulls her closer to him.

“Work is stressful, bills are stressful, everything is expensive, I feel like I’m barely keeping this life together,” she admits softly. “I’ve barely left my bed in days, I don’t know what’s going on right now.”

“Well, I can’t solve all that,” he answers. “But I can be here to help you figure it out. You’re stronger than you know, and you can do this. As far as bills go… you could… ya know… move in with me,” he suggests quietly. “Splitting the bills for one place is cheaper for both of us.”

Snapping her head back up, her eyes search his intently in the dark, “Are you serious right now?”

“We’ve been together two years,” he nods. “I’m traveling around for my work, I’d like to come home to you, our home, instead of an empty flat and seeing you half the time I’m back. I want to start building all that shit for us.”

Her face visibly softens at his words, and she reaches to stroke his cheek, “I’d… like that too Lewis.”

“About your work, let’s get you moved in and this place taken care of, then you start looking for somewhere else so you can tell them to fuck off?”

A soft laugh leaves her lips, and he smiles in relief at the sound, “I like that plan.”

“I thought you might,” he teases. “Walkin’ out of that building middle fingers up, no fucks given.”

“Thank you,” she says, brushing her lips across his cheek.

“For what?” he asks as she lays her head on his chest.

“Being you,” she says simply as she strokes her hand down his side. “Coming in and in a half hour solving shit.”

“I didn’t solve anything,” he says with a shrug. “You’re acting like me asking you to move in with me is a sacrifice, I assure you it isn’t.”

“You just… make things clearer,” she adds.

“I just sped up the process of you realizing that job sucks and you deserve better,” he laughs and pats her back.

“True,” she chuckles. “Though the idea of waking up next to you more often makes things a bit brighter I won’t lie.”

“I’ll even cook you breakfast in bed,” he says playfully. “It’ll be a beautiful assortment of… toast. And maybe an egg.”

“An assortment of toast and one egg? You absolutely spoil me Lewis,” she laughs.

“And don’t you go forgetting it,” he says with an approving nod.

“I surely won’t.”

“So,” he continues with a pat to her backside. “It’s midday but if we get packin’ now we can have some of your shit at my place by tonight.”

“Today?” she questions in surprise.

“I’m not leaving you here to yourself, I’m back and going to glued to you for the next month darlin’ and there’s no reason to fucking wait, let’s get a move on it.”

“You have a month off?”

“A whole month for you to get tired of being around me all the time and want me back on tour,” he grins.

“Impossible.”

“Absolutely possible.”

Pushing herself up from his chest, she leans over him to press a quick kiss to his lips, “Never. Now let’s get out of here.”

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Hey Everyone

I’ve missed some asks people have sent me asking about how I am, and just got some more recently and saw the others. To everyone checking on me and the kind words mean so much 💙 🥰  I’m doing alright, just struggling with a few things at the moment, and working a lot of hours so I haven’t been around much. I have been doing a bit of writing but having a hard time of it with everything, but I really hope I can start posting again regularly soon. I love writing and it’s honestly my hobby to relax.

I’m going to try to have a short random Lewis story I’ve been working on up tomorrow if it works out as planned. Then hopefully get back to my requests as soon as possible, want to make sure I’m in the right headspace to write them so everyone gets the story they’re hoping for from their request.

Thank you for all the kindness 💙

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how ya holding up?

Hey, I’m doing alright now. Work is just kicking my butt right now with hours. 12 hour work days will hopefully soon be over lol

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I just wanted to say you are such a good writer

Thank you! 💙☺️

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how are you doing?

Hey :) I’m doing better than I was. And I have been writing but for some reason the thing that I ended up writing was a scene for OCL that’ll be like... 4-5 parts from where it’s at now lol I should hopefully have my next request up though in the next day or so. Thanks for asking btw 💙

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Omg I know you have a shitty time, and it's absolutely okay when you ignore this, but I have this daydream the whole time, where Lewis and Reader (they are just friends at this point) are dancing the last dance from dirty dancing, and they are so nervous and flustered because the dance is...well you know ;) Send virtual hug ♡

Hey! Sorry for the late reply, I somehow missed this last night. This is so cute honestly 💙 Not sure if you were requesting this or not but it sounds like it’d be a fun one to do 😛 And thank you 😊

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Sorry to hear you’ve had a shit time! :( Know that we love you and we appreciate your writing. You take all the time you need and if you ever want a chat I can come off anon and speak ok? Never feel alone! Thanks for the update 😅 - that’s all I’m gonna say! Hope you’re week gets better! You got dis xxx

Thank you so much, it means a lot to me 💙 Everyone’s been so incredibly nice to me on here 🥰  Things are looking a bit better, and I’m just looking forward to this upcoming week hopefully being better. And hopefully get back to normal writing again. Spent most of the time I tried to write this week staring at a blank doc thinking about other things and getting annoyed that I couldn’t write past it. Also don’t want to put up something I’m not happy with since that really doesn’t feel fair to whoever requested it. So hopefully things look up and I’ll get back to it soon 💙

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Lockdown - Lewis Capaldi x Reader

Sorry for this being pretty short compared to what I normally do and taking so long 😶 It’s been a rough week and probably not my best work. Hopefully you guys like it, and that this is something similar to what you were looking for with your request Anon 💙

Paring: Lewis Capaldi x Reader

Word Count: 897

Description: Based on the request:  “Where Lewis x reader in lockdown.” Lewis is struggling to write during the lockdown, and Y/N helps him relax.

Warnings: Some swearing. Mildly suggestive.

“For fucks sake,” Lewis grumbles angrily, dropping his forehead onto his keyboard, cringing at the sound of the keys on impact.

“Nothing coming to mind today?” Y/N asks, as he hears the door to his studio swing open.

“Like every day this week,” he mumbles, not motivated enough to lift his head from the keyboard. “I have all this time to write for my second album, that I would have had to do on the road, and I can think of fuck all for it.”

“Maybe it’s time to take a break,” she replies, the sound of something being placed on his desk next to him. “It’s a stressful time right now.”

He finally lifts his head with a sigh and looks over to see a sandwich and a bottle of water. “Thanks,” he mutters, with a half smile as he pushes his hair out of his face.

“You know you don’t have to write the whole album in a few days,” she comments, looking over the scraps of paper littering the desktop and floor.

“I know,” he admits and sighs once again. “I’m sorry, I really appreciate the food, come ‘ere,” he gestures for her to lean down.

Leaning down to him, he holds her head between his hands and presses a kiss to her lips, a content sound leaving his throat as she presses her forehead to his.

“You also don’t have to take on the weight of the world yourself, I’m here to help you know,” she states as she stands back up and he turns back to his work.

As he starts going through some of the melodies on his phone, he groans happily as she starts rubbing his shoulders and back. “Fuck that’s amazing.”

“You’re tense as hell babe,” she comments, working the heel of her palm into the center of his back, his body slowly relaxing against her.

Plucking his phone from his hands, she swipes over to Spotify and clicks on a playlist before setting it down on the desk. “Get the hoodie off.”

“Bit demanding today are we?” he teases but obliges, discarding the hoodie to the side.

“Some days you need it,” she responds with a laugh before getting back to his massage. His body shivers under her hands as her nails run down his back, and she presses kisses to his ear.

Leaning back again she sets her attention to carefully massaging up the back of his neck, and helping him click it against her hand as he lets out another contented sound.

Finishing with his neck, her fingers card through his hair as his eyes drift shut.

“Getting pretty long isn’t it?” he comments as she starts making a small braid in his hair.

“A bit,” she laughs as she looks at her work and pulls out a hair tie to hold it together. “Accessory viking braid, it suits you.”

“Oh I’m sure it does,” he chuckles lifting the braid to see it.

“It’s a new look, I dig it,” she says as she wraps her arms around him and rests her chin on his shoulder.

“Should probably have you try cutting my hair later,” he adds, letting the the braid drop. Raising an eyebrow as he feels her stiffen against him, “Problem with that?”

“I, well I’ve never cut hair, I don’t want to fuck it up,” she says simply as she presses a kiss to his cheek. “I say just leave it for now.”

“I guess I could just do it,” he shrugs against her.

Looking up, he laughs as he sees her frown on the blank screen in front of them, “What? That way you don’t have to feel bad if I fuck it up.”

“I’ll do it,” she backtracks, “If you do it you’ll have to have a buzz-cut.”

“And you won’t like that?” He asks.

“I just, well,” she makes a face as he feels her fingers run through his hair again. “I like the long hair and was hoping it would stay for a little while at least,” she finally admits.

“You like it huh?” He chuckles. “And why is that?”

“I mean, you always looks good, but fucking look at you right now,” she gestures toward the screen. “Forgive me for enjoying the absolute treat you’ve provided my eyes with the past month,” she teases.

“I suppose I could let it stay until the end of lockdown at least,” he relents, but untangles her arms from him to turn his office chair toward her. “But I think I’d want to know some more details about exactly how much you’re enjoying this treat I’ve so graciously provided.”

“Oh, and how exactly should I convey that?” she asks, climbing onto his lap.

“I think you can think of a few ways,” he responds simply with a wink.

“I think I catch your drift,” she grins pulling his head closer to hers. “Maybe you need a creative recharge and inspiration anyway?”

“See, this is why I love you,” he laughs, standing up with her in his arms as she clings to his shoulders. “You know how to make it sound like it’s productive to my work, therefore it’s perfectly acceptable for the middle of my workday.”

“You are forgetting about your sandwich though,” she comments with the raise of a brow.

“Fuck it, there’s more important things to attend to, namely, you.”

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