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farfromstrange · 1 year

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Pointless | m.m

A Foreigner's God One-shot.

[BUT IT CAN BE READ SEPERATELY SO I TAGGED IR MATTXREADER]

no name used.

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Summary: A glimpse into how much she truly means to him.

Warnings: none, fluff

a/n: I was listening to Pointless by Lewis Capaldi (because I'm gonna see him in concert in March and I love the song) and I instantly thought of them. I only did it with the first part of the thing because there are details I’ve already written about. Maybe I’ll do the second part at a later time. Who knows. Do with this as you will.

I bring her coffee in the morning.

Love is one of the strongest emotions the human soul is capable of concocting. Sometimes, we fall in love fast and hard and often without warning, and that love goes over just as fast. And then there are times when we fall in love so deeply, chances are we will never fall out of love with that person again.

Matt could count down the times he’s been in love on one hand. The first time was the worst one because he fell in love with the wrong person. He fell in love for the first time with someone who was sent to turn him into something he was not, and while she fell for him too, loving her made him feel the most worthless he ever had.

There was Elektra and then there was her.

The woman he met that one summer night on the roof of one of Hell’s Kitchen’s most organic butcher shops. Even throughout the stench of death, pearled meat, and blood, all he could smell was her. She put him under a spell the second he first picked up on her heartbeat, the vanilla and unique scent of her sensitive body wash going with the wind and brushing through the tiny hairs in his nose where the receptors responsible for his sense of smell lay.

He had only sneered at her attempts to attack him, but she was stronger than he anticipated and he got his ass handed to him for the first time since college. At that moment he knew that he needed to see her again. He fell in love without knowing right away. The more time he spent with her, the clearer the fact got and when he finally acknowledged it, she was too deep in her own state of denial to return his feelings.

It took far too long for them to find together, too many tears shed and too many sleepless nights spent next to each other before she left and took his heart with her. And then she almost died and he felt empty all over again. She pushed him away with the cruelest things to say and that should have been the last straw. It should have been the last straw with Elektra, so it should have been with her as well. He should have listened to his common sense. He deserved better. She was toxic for him, as were all the people he had ever felt anything resembling love toward - except Foggy because in that case, Matt was the toxic one. His relationship were doomed to fail, he realized that, so his twisted, conscious response was to hold on tighter before she forced him to let go.

And even then he came climbing back up the ragged edges of the cliff to crawl back home to her on bloodied knees, more than willing to do whatever she told him it would take to make her love him. He didn’t need much, he only wanted her, no matter the capacity.

But all of his kneeling at God’s feet proved fruitful. She came back. Against all odds, she fell in love with him too, and not because she lost at a game or failed the mission. She fell in love with him because of him. There was no catch, although he feared that every time he woke up next to her in bed, listening to her even breathing heartbeat and he struggled to fall asleep again.

What if she slipped away again? He asked himself the same question over and over again, and over and over again he woke up with her still beside him, either curled into his chest or tangled in his sheets and pillow, sleeping like a princess. She was the most innocent like that, and nothing could hurt her when he was next to her. Perhaps if he kept reminding himself that she was still alive and right next to him by running his hand down her bare back, he could start telling himself that his love no longer remained unrequited. He could tell himself that war was over, finally, and that he had nothing more to worry about. She was his and she swore she wouldn’t leave. That had to count for something because her heartbeat told the truth, and he knew she would never lie to him. She hadn’t done so before, so she surely wouldn’t start now that they were both recovering and starting to fall into a rhythm that fit for the both of them.

Matt was so in love with her that it hurt. But it wasn’t bad pain, realized. The pain reminded him that their love was real, at least, and he wasn’t imagining or dreaming.

The world around him was so loud all the time, though the streets suddenly went quiet every time he woke up in her arms. He made it a tradition to bring her coffee for breakfast because he was often the first one awake, especially with her nightmares lulling her mind into an exhausted fog only early in the morning.

“Why do you keep doing that?” She asked him out of the blue one morning and he frowned, not quite sure what she meant, and his heart jumped at the uncertainty – maybe he had done something, messed up, and didn’t realize it because he had been told the same thing many times before.

She was something he didn’t want to screw up. Her love was too valuable to lose, and she was by far the greatest and most understanding person he had ever met who was more than okay with who he was.

Peaceful, he believed, was the word he searched for. She was peaceful and it made him feel more at ease with who he was, the noise and the smell of the world mattered less. They were never fully gone, but with her around he had something else to focus on, and she was patient enough to take her time and take care of him when he needed it.

Fiddling with the mug, his eyebrows furrowed and unclenched, his lip tilting into an awkward smile as he tried his best to point his sightless gaze in her direction. He was getting better every day, anticipating the position of her eyes and her face just by listening to her breath, but his eyes more often than not missed the mark because he couldn’t tell where exactly he was pointing them. She often turned his head, knowing he wanted nothing more than to give her a sense of normality, even though she told him countless times that she didn’t even notice – this was something that couldn’t go unnoticed, and yet to her, it was normal. She didn’t care, but he still felt the need to adjust just a little, even if it was just for his personal satisfaction.

“Do what?” he asked right back.

Her finger traced the brim of the mug, playing with the condensed air from the hot coffee. The water slid over her fingertips and into the lines on her palm, soaking into the skin.

“Make me coffee every morning,” she said. “You do that every day, but you never let me do it. Why?”

The answer sounded quite simple. “Because I love you,” he stated. But it wasn’t exactly simple.

Love means different things to different people. For Matt, the word had a deeper meaning, and the way he felt about her ran even further than that. He made her coffee because she brought him peace and loving her made him feel the desperate need to serve. His love language was touch paired with acts of service, especially those he wanted to make seem as casual as possible – their relationship was far from normal, their lives even more so; doing something as domestic as making his girlfriend coffee in the morning offered a certain escape from the world of pain they resided in. Together, the weight of the world became more bearable. He needed the peace as much as she did, and if brewing a kettle of coffee before breakfast and waking her up with gentle kisses could offer some of that, he would do just that. It was the least he could do and the least she deserved.

Matt noticed a lot about her throughout their relationship. Every little thing, he noted. Every little thing made him fall only deeper in love with her.

She brings me inner peace.

I take her to fancy restaurants. She takes the sadness out of me.

If there was one thing she hated it had to be those expensive restaurants on the upper east side that Tony often took her to. It reminded her of different times, times before her life went to hell, and she didn’t want to go back there ever again.

She was happy with what little money they had, and if going on a dinner date at a cheap diner was what it took, then she would gladly do it.

Though every once in a while, Matt liked to treat his girl. He wanted to treat her right. So he grabbed whatever gift he had picked up and took her to one of the restaurants in Manhattan that he could barely afford, but saved up to make her feel special. She put on a fancy dress and he put on a tuxedo and together, they ate the most expensive food known to man, but it was good and it felt normal.

They laughed all evening, spending the entire walk home just chatting and laughing and he could be carefree, finally, because there was not a city that needed him but the love of his life by his side, removing all the terrible thoughts from his mind and filling him with the utmost joy. He couldn’t ask for anything better.

I love it when her mind wanders,

And she loves it when I stay at home.

I know when she's lost and she knows when I feel alone.

And whenever he cried, she would be there to hold him. Always. She would ask him to dance or sing to him and the world would feel a little less terrible. In exchange, he did the same for her. But the nights they spent tangled in the kitchen, cookies in the oven and dancing to some song she found on Spotify that was not meant for slow dancing, but they did it anyway because they belonged together and everything could be what they wanted it to. There were not limits as long as they were together.

I make her cards on her birthday,

She makes me a better man.

Matt loved her. He loved her so much, it hurt. For her, he wanted to try all the things good boyfriends to - make breakfast in bed, take her out to dinner or lunch, buy her flowers every day, make random gifts or cook, and she ate it up every time. Every little thing he did, she was thankful for, he could tell, and she gave back just as generously. She read him like an open book. Nothing went past her. She would do whatever it took to make him feel better than he did, and in exchange, he turned from the selfish man he thought he was into someone else. The catholic guilt barely mattered anymore. He found his faith again because he found her and their lives were better together. It was normal, domestic, and he wanted to marry her so desperately, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold it off.

I take her water when she's thirsty,

She takes me as I am.

There was nothing that could have possibly separated them.

Without her, nothing was the name, and his life seemed a little less worth it. He needed her like he needed air. He prayed for her to stay, that she would never leave him. There was no point to living if she wasn’t with him. He needed to hold onto that, the little sliver of happiness, no more fear or pushing away, just them for all eternity.

He needed her and she needed him and together, they could survive anything that life might throw their way.

From all my airs and graces,

To the little things I do;

Everything is pointless without you.

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iguana-eyanna · 1 year

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Please write more Lewis capaldi fanfictions please

If I could marry the scottish beyonce myself, I would. Here's something I thought on the spot!

Summary: Lewis is trying to figure out why you are giving him the silent treatment

Lewis groggily woke up, as a sliver of light was stinging his eyes. He looks over to his left, seeing his wife sound asleep, wearing a baggy marvel t-shirt and booty shorts. Under the covers, she was covering her 22-week bump.

You and Lew were ecstatic, as you two were in a great place to financially start a family. It has been pretty breezy even during your pregnancy as you had minimal nausea but had some particular cravings.

Lewis thought the worst was behind you two

"Morning love." Lew says, wanting to snuggle closer to you, and kisses your shoulder.

You flutter your eyes and kinda shake him off as you got up to use the bathroom.

Lewis is left on the bed, forming a thin smile as he lands back in his pillow.

"Another day, woo hoo!" He says sarcastically to himself.

For the past few days, you sorta stopped talking to Lewis. He thought that it was joke, but when the third day past, he knew something was wrong. He tried asking you what happened, but you didn't budge.

Hopefully, today would be different as you had your appointment today, and it could help you into a brighter mood.

You two went along your day without speaking to another. Lewis tried making you chuckle or at least smile, even making a stupid tiktok that always made you laugh till you peed.

You couldn't even crack.

Finally, Lewis drove with you to your appointment, helping you down the car and walk inside the clinic.

You two sat in uncomfortable silence as you lay down on the examination table wearing a gown when the nurse came and gave you instructions. Lewis bounces his leg up and down.

"Please love, it's killing me that we haven't spoken in days. Tell me what's wrong." He says desperately.

You take a deep breath as you shook your head.

"You still don't know what you did." You mutter under your breath.

Lew can't feel but helpless.

"I am the most clueless man in the world! Like have I snored too much recently? Or does my breath smell and you can't stand it? I just-"

The door swung opened and you see your doctor come in.

"Hey, you two! Ready to see your baby?" she says in a cheery tone.

You and Lew could only nod your heads as she started prepping.

"Your vitals are good, blood pressure not too high, blood work looks really good... now we can skip to the best part!" she said, putting on her gloves as she grabs the gel.

She squirts it on the bottom of your belly and starts moving the wand looking at the screen.

"I think they're not shy today... would you like to know the gender?" She asks, looking up.

Lew looks down at you, eyes pleading. He's been dying to know the gender since you've started showing, but he knew it was your decision to know first.

"Yeah, we'd like to know." You said softly.

She looks back at the screen.

"Looks like you're expecting a little girl!"

You began to smile as your heart pounded faster. Lewis holds your hand as you share the same excitement. You squeeze his hand, as the anger you've been holding has almost washed away.

The doctor lets you change in the bathroom, so Lewis takes this opportunity to talk to your doctor.

"I know when you said she'll be changing with her emotions, but I feel like she hates my guts." Lewis said.

The doctor chuckles as she writes something on her clipboard.

"When I was pregnant, I was like that with my husband when he didn't kiss me goodbye when I was off to work. Be patient, she'll be able to turn around."

"Thanks doc,"

"Of course. I know how supportive you are of your wife. I mean, what's the worst thing you could have done: eat all her ice cream?" Your doctor asks jokingly.

Lewis laughs along until he thought back to a week ago, and his face fell.

"Fuck"

The car ride was the same when you left home. You stared into the window, looking at the buildings and scarce trees. Suddenly, Lewis takes a different route and heads to your local market. He unclips his seatbelt and mask, heading out of his side.

"I'll be back. Shouldn't take me long." He said, almost jogging to the sliding doors.

Soon, you saw Lewis coming out with two bags filled to the top. He opens the back and places them on the floor. He returns back to the driver's side, looking at the receipt.

"I got chocolate, rocky road, vanilla in case you don't want something too rich, mango sorbet-"

"Wait, what's all this?" You ask Lewis.

"I bought every flavor in there, I'm so stupid that I didn't realize what I've done. I'm sorry for eating your ice cream last week."

One thing that has been dominant in your pregnancy is that you were always craving ice cream.

Lewis remembers when you two came from a date. He was staring at the freezer to look for a dessert and ate your last ice cream carton. And it wasn't just any ice cream, but strawberry ice cream. (Which was what you've been snacking on most of the time.)

When you went to the freezer and realized that he finished it, you started to get very emotional and focused your frustration on Lew.

He scrambles back and brought out a little bowl of self-served strawberry ic cream, and gave it to you as a peace offering.

"Forgive me?" he asks.

You started to tear up and nod your head.

"I-I'm sorry, I've been acting so silly over something that could have been avoided." You said, sniffling.

"Hey no... I'm the idiot here. I should have asked if you needed more. You're growing our little girl in there, so you deserve all the ice cream in the world." Lewis says, placing a hand on your belly.

Suddenly, you felt a flutter underneath his palm, and his eyes grew 3x wider.

"Was that-" He asks as he started stuttering.

"Her first kick!" you acclaimed.

Lewis bends down as he saw movement under your thin top and begins to smile.

"Hey, there little one. Barely out and you're giving your parents trouble already? Not that I mind, but go easy on your mum. She's already doing so much for you and getting mad at me. But I'll do anything for you two... you're my whole universe. Know that we're waiting impatiently to meet you, our little sweet." He said.

You couldn't help but cry more. Lewis leans over and kisses your forehead and slowly kisses your lips.

"I know you don't mean it, so no matter how mad you'll get, I'll always love you."

You chuckle and return the kiss.

"I love you too. Thank you for all this."

"Let's go home, we don't want the ice cream to melt." He said, giving you one final peck as he started the car.

You took a bite of your ice cream, humming in delight as you two talked along the way home, discussing baby names.

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imagines-1directioner · 11 months

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Wish You The Best - with Niall Horan

Situação: namorado!ex namorado!amigo! x Leitora

Contagem de palavras: 2242

Sinopse: imagine baseado na música ‘Wish You The Best - Lewis Capaldi’

N/A: Como de costume, mais uma história baseada na música que estou viciada no momento hahahaha. E nada mais justo que o principal do elenco ser o amigo do cantor da vez. Essa canção é muito boa e no segundo que escutei quis escrever algo nessa linha. Espero que gostem do imagine assim como eu gostei enquanto escrevia 🤍

curte e reblogue o post para me ajudar 🫶

Niall, cantor em ascensão, carreira solo decolando, novo jurado do maior reality show vocal dos últimos tempos, álbum importante em andamento, shows e turnês em vista. Resumindo: uma agenda lotada com pouco tempo até mesmo para respirar.

Sequer essa foi uma mudança que virou uma reclamação em sua vida. Ele gostava da correria, de ter o que fazer, de exercitar o cérebro fazendo o que gosta e sabe fazer de melhor, que é a música. Horan estava bem, alegre, animado e feliz apesar de todo estresse dos últimos acontecimentos. Bem, isso até a namorada jogar um balde de água fria enquanto o corpo dele ainda estava quente e fora da realidade compartilhada.

Flashback On*

- Oi.. - S/N disse após bater na porta do porão que virara um pequeno studio de criação, encontrando o namorado sentado no puff cinza com um violão preto em mãos e um maço de folhas amarelas no colo com alguns versos escritos. - Atrapalho?

- Você nunca me atrapalha. - sorriu fofo e ela retribuiu, porém com menos entusiasmo. Observando-a adentrando ao cômodo Niall notou que os ombros da garota estavam tensos, sua feição era estranha, preocupada, inquieta com as mãos que remexiam sem parar. Logo ele percebeu que havia algo errado. - Aconteceu alguma coisa? - indagou preocupado.

- Precisamos conversar. - Niall concordou sem ter muita opção e deixou o instrumento de lado, dando total atenção a namorada sentada na cadeira que puxou para perto do rapaz. - Quero saber se você também sentiu que nossa relação esfriou. - imediatamente Horan franziu a testa, respondendo a pergunta dela sem abrir a boca. E a negação com a cabeça apenas reforçou o que ela já sabia. - Claro.. - suspirou, esfregando as mãos uma na outra e desviando o olhar.

- Por que acha isso?

- Eu não acho, eu sinto. - afirmou, encarando-o com os olhos marejados. - E só sinto porque está acontecendo diretamente comigo.

- O que foi que eu fiz?

- Na verdade foi o que você não fez, Niall. - falou sem enrolação. - Entendo que está passando por uma fase importante e proveitosa da sua carreira, e eu estou completamente orgulhosa. Mas.. - S/N não queria ser dura com as palavras e então pensava duas, três vezes para que nada saísse do controle. Além do mais, ela não gostava de estar na posição que estava. Era difícil. - Mas você me deixou de lado.

- Claro que não. - ele não admitiria mesmo que no fundo soubesse que estava um pouco distante.

- Você esqueceu meu aniversário, Niall.. - os olhos arregalaram assim que a afirmação foi dita. O moreno não podia acreditar.

- O quê? Seu aniversário é daqui duas semanas.

- Meu aniversário foi anteontem. - a constatação foi como um tapa estalado em seu rosto, pegando-o totalmente de surpresa. Silêncio era tudo que ele pôde dar, e a passada de uma das mãos pelo cabelo e rosto pasmo indicava que a ficha havia caído. Ele percebeu da pior forma o quão desligado e dentro do seu próprio mundo estava.

- Amor, me perdoa. De verdade, eu jurava que era daqui alguns dias.

- Você está distante de mim, do meu cotidiano, da minha vida. - comentou chateada. - Nós não temos um tempo a sós, sinto que tem me evitado.

- Não é verdade.

- Pode ser que não tenha sido sua intenção, e acredito nisso. Mas você me esqueceu, mesmo que sem querer.

- Me desculpa..

- Acho que agora é um pouco tarde pra isso.

Flashback Off *

Haviam se passado quatro meses desde o término. Término esse que até agora Niall entendia mas não compreendia. Todo santo dia ele se culpava por ter perdido a mulher da sua vida que, por mais que ele implorasse, e ele implorou, S/N não deu uma chance dele se redimir. Afinal ela conheceu, ou melhor, se aproximou de alguém que dava a atenção que Niall deixou de oferecer.

Dez dias depois do término até que amigável, respeitando o fim do ciclo de seis anos e pretendendo continuar a relação agora como amigos, Niall soube por um amigo em comum dele e de S/N que a ex estava saindo com um amigo de infância. Ele não quis saber o nome do indivíduo. Na verdade o moreno achou que, pela rapidez em superar uma história de anos, S/N havia traído-o com esse tal amigo, mas no fundo ele sabia que ela não era capaz de fazer isso. Ela era perfeita, e só agora ele entendia.

Embora já tivesse passado um tempo considerável, o coração do moreno acelerou como se estivesse correndo uma maratona quando enxergou de longe a figura que ainda amava, no estacionamento do mercado. Era até bizarro como os carros estacionados estavam próximos um do outro sem mesmo eles terem percebido. Foi como um sinal para que o encontro tivesse que acontecer.

Niall acenou e ela retribuiu com um sorriso agradável que fez a chama da esperança acender no coração do irlandês. E quando a moça veio ao seu encontro, dando-lhe um abraço apertado e dizendo que era muito bom vê-lo de novo o rapaz pensou na possibilidade de voltarem. Mas a ideia foi embora quando viu a aliança enorme no dedo dela. S/N não queria voltar. Ela só estava sendo simpática, como sempre fora.

- Como você está? - ela perguntou.

- Levando. - deu uma risada sem graça, coçando a nuca. Ele não queria demonstrar que estava no fundo do poço.

- Topa tomar um café comigo?

- Pode ser.. - respondeu confuso, sem saber as intenções da ex mas ainda sim acompanhando-a até o café do outro lado da rua. Eles sentaram na parte de fora e logo foram atendidos.

- Queria ter te encontrado antes.

- Você? Por quê?

- Sei lá.. imagino que saiba do Aaron.. - mesmo não conhecendo a pessoa ele ligou os pontos.

- O tal amigo de infância?

- Ele mesmo. - riu sem graça ao saber que a notícia havia se espalhado. - Queria me explicar pra você antes que pense besteira.

- Sabe que não precisa me dar satisfação de nada.

- Acho que te devo pelo menos uma explicação. - ele negou.

- Sabe, refletindo bastante cheguei a conclusão que acho que perdi o que passava pela sua cabeça. Minha empolgação com o meu trabalho voltando ao normal não me deixou perceber que eu estava te perdendo. - ela assentiu. - Hoje eu sinto falta de ouvir como foi seu dia, sinto falta da sua risada, do seu carinho.. do seu abraço. - Niall olhou para o chão, desapontado com si mesmo. - E eu sei que agora não vale de nada o que eu te disser. - deu de ombros. - Só quero que saiba que eu me arrependo. Me arrependo muito.

- Consigo sentir isso em você. - falou dando um pequeno sorriso compreensivo, juntando as mãos nas dele, em cima da mesa, e fazendo uma leva carícia. Observando a atitude Horan engoliu o choro em seco quando fitou aquela aliança, diferente da que um dia deu para S/N, em volta do dedo.

- No dia que terminou comigo eu estava muito atônito e sinceramente não quis saber o que te fez querer botar um ponto final em tudo sem ao menos ter me dado uma chance de me redimir. - ela assentiu. - Você acha que poderia me contar tudo? - S/N suspirou.

- Sim.. não vai ser fácil, mas eu consigo.

- Antes de começar, só queria te pedir uma coisa.

- E o que é?

- Pode deixar de fora as partes sobre ele? - Niall não escondeu e nem queria esconder que sentia ciúmes e estava indignado que perdeu seu amor para outro homem, que deu à ex o que ele não deu, e que foi para ela o que ele não foi.

- Como quiser. - S/N traçou uma linha cronológica desde o primeiro momento que se sentiu deixada de lado pelo namorado, contando como se sentia quando ele a rejeitava em um final de semana, trocando planos pessoais já marcados por outros envolvendo trabalho, esquecimento de datas importantes e até mesmo deixando de demonstrar o amor pela garota, nem que fossem pequenas atitudes, sendo que ela fazia isso por ele. - Eu não tive escolha, entende? - ele concordou com a cabeça. - Então para eu não fazer nenhuma besteira, precisei terminar. Mas quero deixar claro que não foi uma decisão fácil que tomei do dia pra noite. Eu sofri cada segundo antes de te contar e finalmente tomar coragem, porque uma parte de mim te amava e sempre vai te amar. - novamente o coração dele palpitou, mas rapidamente se dava conta de que perdeu S/N para sempre, principalmente agora que conseguia visualizar que o brilho voltou a habitar os olhos da garota. E ele não era o responsável por isso. Era como se estivessem em uma tempestade de verão, contudo S/N já estava no meio do oceano, curtindo a brisa, aproveitando a calmaria depois de ter enfrentado a tempestade. Enquanto Niall ainda estava preso na chuva.

- Talvez fosse para ser assim. - o moreno deu de ombros, tentando ao máximo fazer com que ele mesmo aceitasse o fato. E S/N percebeu isso.

- Não acho que foi o destino que nos separou. - dava para sentir a tristeza através das palavras e olhar dela. -

- Eu queria mesmo dizer que sinto falta do verde nos seus olhos. - confessou.

- E por que não pode?

- Porque eu te perdi.. não tenho esse direito de tentar te trazer de volta quando fui eu que te magoei.

- Você foi uma pessoa importante pra mim, Niall. Só que as circunstâncias me levaram para outra direção que não a sua. - ele entendeu que ela se referia ao atual namorado.

- Bem, não posso deixar de notar que agora você parece mais feliz do que nunca. - ela sorriu fraco. - Consigo ver que está apaixonada.

- Não vou mentir pra você, eu me sinto melhor, mais valorizada, mais amada..

- Sinto muito por ter feito isso com você. De alguma forma parece que o problema era eu.

- Saber que você não fez por mal já me tranquiliza.

- Eu nunca, em toda minha vida, faria algo pra te machucar de propósito. A verdade é que eu não percebi que estava acabando com o nosso relacionamento. Talvez eu só tenha te magoado.

- Mas eu não carrego só as partes ruins comigo. Nós vivemos muitos momentos bons, que se sobressaem sobre os ruins. E é por isso, pela consideração e amor que sinto por você que quero te ter na minha vida. - Horan respirou fundo tentando controlar o sentimento gritante em seu peito.

- Sabe quando disse que poderíamos ser amigos? - ela fez que sim com a cabeça. - Eu acho que menti. - S/N surpreendeu-se. - Eu ainda te amo, S/A. - afirmou sem medo. - Quero dizer, sem você sinto que tudo na minha vida está errado. Você era tudo que eu precisava o tempo inteiro. E eu gostaria que você não fosse embora, gostaria mesmo. Mas eu sei que fui o único culpado nisso tudo. Sei também que você encontrou em outra pessoa o que eu não estava te dando, e peço mil desculpas por estragar o nosso relacionamento e te magoar tanto. - inspirou profundamente. - Assim como você foi sincera consigo eu preciso fazer o mesmo, isso significa me afastar de você porque, me desculpa mas eu não consigo te ver com outra pessoa, não agora.. eu não suporto saber que te perdi por algo tão bobo e ao mesmo tempo completamente significante.

- Se você tivesse tido esse estalo lá atrás.. - falou como se desejasse que tudo fosse diferente. - Mas o sentimento só muda quando nos damos conta que perdemos.

- É o preço que estou pagando por ter priorizado a minha carreira do que o meu amor.

- Não quero que se martirize por isso. Eu não estou brava com você. Sua carreira tem sua importância.

- Mas não mais que você. - completou deixando S/N sem graça e com o coração partido. - Vai demorar para que eu encarre a realidade. Pode ser que o processo acelere se nos afastarmos de fato. - ela concordou, não porque queria mas sabia que era o certo e o melhor para ambos. - Gostaria de poder dizer para continuarmos amigos, mas espero que você seja feliz, com ou sem mim. - soltou um pequeno sorriso. - E de novo, gostaria que você nunca tivesse ido embora.. mas em vez disso eu só te desejo o melhor.

- E aí? - Lewis indagou curioso e atento a história que o amigo contava sobre o acontecimento de três dias atrás.

- Foi isso.. ela entendeu, demos um abraço forte que até pude ouvi-lá fungar, provavelmente prendendo o choro e daí fomos embora.

- Caralho, irmão.. sinto muito mesmo. - o rapaz acariciou o ombro do amigo.

- É, tô na merda. - riu da própria desgraça.

- Eu entendo.. mas sempre podemos tirar algo bom de situações ruins.

- Não vejo o lado bom nisso tudo.

- Vamos fazer o que você faz de melhor. - encarou o amigo indo até o piano no canto da sala, e logo Niall entendeu.

- Não queria que ela soubesse que fiz uma música sobre o que aconteceu. Vai parecer que estou preso nisso.

- Mas você está. - ambos riram.

- Mas não quero que ela saiba disso.

- Voce não precisa cantar.. - sugeriu levantando uma das sobrancelhas. - Só desabafe que eu expresso a sua dor com a minha voz. - o moreno riu.

- Se ela estourar, posso ficar com parte do lucro?

- Aí você já tá querendo demais. - brincou, tentando levantar o ânimo de Niall.

- Porra, estou te oferecendo a minha história de desilusão amorosa que é digna de hit e não vou ter direito a grana?

- Se estourar, metade é teu. - disse decidido fazendo Horan levantar do sofá.

- Já tenho até o nome.

- Qual é?

- Te desejo o melhor.

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harrywavycurly · 2 years

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*a/n Since I am a hoe for some sad angst and Lewis Capaldi’s new song has been on repeat…sorry in advance for whatever the hell you wanna call this I just had to like get it out lol*

I’m not ready, to find out you know how to forget me

Eddie feels his chest tighten as he catches a glimpse of you making your way through the crowded venue, he’s never been happier to just blend in with the people surrounding him since it allows him a little more time to get a better look at you as you stop just a few rows in front of him. He notices your hair has gotten longer and your arm has a few new splatterings of ink but he couldn’t quite make our their shapes, he smiles to himself when he thinks of the late nights spent talking about tattoo ideas while curled up on his bed. His smile falls when he watches an arm drape over your shoulder making you turn to the man who had suddenly appeared next to you, the smile you give him doesn’t quite reach your eyes as you slowly turn to look behind you. Eddie feels as if knees are about to give out as you look at him, directly in his eyes but it’s as if you’re looking straight through him. Nothing about your face would give the man next to you any idea that you once were madly in love with the long haired metalhead your eyes were locked in on and Eddie can almost feel his heart breaking inside his chest. It’s as if you didn’t know who he was, just another fan in the crowd at a concert you were attending and that’s when it hit him, maybe you’d finally forgotten all about him and your silly little high school romance.

I rather hear how much you regret me, and pray to god that you never met me, than forget me

You see him instantly, he was always one to stand out in a crowd even when he was surrounded by other metal heads you have always been able to point him out with little issue. You felt your heart drop to your stomach as you lock eyes with him, you see the hurt etched on his face and for once in all years you’ve known him you didn’t feel the need to fix it. Eddie was a walking, talking, living reminder of your past, a past that if someone asked you would admit you regret, and you weren’t in the mood for walking down memory lane so you just simply look past him. You felt the arm that was wrapped around your shoulder tighten as a set of lips placed a kiss to your temple as you continue looking around the venue. You could feel his eyes on you as you turn around and wrap your arm around the waist of the man next to you, the man who fell in love with the version of you that Eddie didn’t even know existed because it’s the version of yourself that’s been emotionally healed of all the wounds he had created over the course of your less than healthy relationship all those years ago.

I hate to know I made you cry but love to know I cross your mind

Eddie’s mind flashes back to the last time he saw you as he watches you sway back and forth to the music being played as the opening act got their instruments set up on the stage. It’s as if he can still hear the sound of your small sobs as you sat across from Nancy at Benny’s, you had no clue he was sat a few booths over getting a full on show as he sucked down a milkshake. He knew you were filling Nancy in on the fight the two of you had and how this time it was really over and Eddie remembers how his heart felt like it was breaking at the sight of your red eyes and puffy face but at the same time he figured tears meant you still cared and as long as you were thinking of him this whole thing was fixable. He was proven wrong as the days turned to weeks and soon he woke up to a box and a note waiting for him on his doorstep when he was leaving for school one morning. It was everything he had ever gotten you over the course of your relationship, Eddie felt like his world was crashing around him when he read the note and how you really were done with him this time. He figured this was gonna be like every other time, he gives you space and then you come back and he says sorry and everything is back to normal. He is brought back to reality as the lights go dim and the crowd erupts into fits of cheers and screams and he suddenly is very aware how everyone around him is having the time of their life while he is looking at the best part of his life be happier without him.

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson boyfriend #Eddie Munson #stranger things fanfiction #joseph quinn #my little dungeon master baby #lewis capaldi

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buck-nialled · 2 years

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Matchmaker, Matchmaker - N. Horan + S. Mendes + Lewis C. Imagine

NOTE: this one features Lewis (in case you didn't catch it in the title) as reader's love interest in this imagine. If you're not into that, don't worry. Like my other platonic fics this can be read as a separate piece and with the others. warnings, this is not my best writing and niall is not the best wingman. lewis is also a cheeky shit. here we go!

TAGLIST: @sinceweremutual @theshyspy @sunriseholland @swiftmendeshoran @fedorable-killjoys @littlekidsteve @treadinglifeorslowlydrowning @mendesblurb

SUMMARY: in which your roommate discovers a secret relationship conspiring between you and your other roommate's BFF

It was another slow afternoon in the apartment. Shawn languidly strolled through the front door following his gym session, bare-chested and clad in sweatpants with slip-on shoes he had grown accustomed to sliding against the welcome mat upon entry. After sending Niall a small greeting when he entered the living room, he paused.

“Hey, you haven’t seen my speaker anywhere have you? The small, red one?” Niall’s concentrated stare peels away from the flat screen mounted to the wall, and the strumming of his calloused fingertips on guitar strings halted.

“Didn’t you lend it to Y/N a few days ago?” Shawn’s eyes flicker around in thought before his pointer finger and thumb meet in a snap. He points at Niall victoriously.

“I did. Thanks, man.” His pace is now eager when he reaches your room. So eager for the portable speaker you kindly borrowed for a beach day earlier in the week, Shawn forgot to knock on your door. Little noise could be heard on the other side as he approached your bedroom door, other than an R&B mix playing on low volume.

“Hey, Y/N are you through with m–MY EYES, HOLY SHIT!” Shawn turns to face the bedroom door he just entered through as you attempt to shield the sight of your nude body, as well as your boyfriend. Thankfully, your boyfriend’s ass took up most of Shawn’s vision, leaving the image of your naked frame–mostly–up for interpretation.

“Shawn!” You squeal, before biting. “We talked about knocking.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you had company. At least warn me and Niall next time you have someone over. A text, a sock on the door, something!” The man pleads.

“Niall’s here?!” Shawn catches a hint of fright in your voice, overlapped by a deeper exclamation demanding the same question. One that sounded familiar to Shawn.

“Yeah…he came home early. Why is…” He turns around and is blanching all over again at the sight of Lewis’s face, reddened and dazed beside yours which is holding the same expression. Everything below your collarbones is decently covered by a white sheet.

“Lewis–wait a minute. You two?” Shawn’s finger raises accusingly and wags back and forth between you and Lewis. Embarrassed by being caught, you find yourself sinking further down below the top sheet. “How long has this been happening?”

You and Lewis share a look, before turning back to face Shawn. “You remember the night we went out for drinks and Niall invited Lewis so I could finally meet him?” Niall thought it only fair to introduce you to one of his best friends since you are responsible for showing him Lewis’s music. Shawn nods, but still has difficulty putting the pieces together.

“Yeah, but Lewis left separately and the rest of us took a cab home.” Shawn recounts unless he had too much to drink. But his memory from that night near a year ago remains pretty clear.

“Right, well later that night…”

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Normally the amount of alcohol you consumed hours prior would be enough to put you to sleep, but you were restless in your bed. Counting sheep was useless, and you were in a drought of sleeping medication. Of course, you could go knocking on Shawn and Niall’s bedroom doors but something told you that the pattering rain outside sang them lullabies as soon as they crawled into their beds.

You resorted to a quest into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Luckily, there were still some packets of a lavender chamomile blend begging for some attention, and a new tea kettle you needed to test after your old one had become too retired. Amidst the kettle aiding to heat the water, you reached up into one of the cabinets for a comfortable-sized mug. Halfway through bringing it down from the shelf, it practically tumbles out of your grasp as three loud knocks are deposited onto your front door.

“Jesus,” you breathe out, resting a hand against your chest. You turn to eye the clock on the stove and spare a suspicious look back towards the door. “Who could be here at eleven at night?” You creep towards the front door and bravely stand on your toes to take a look out of the peephole. Standing outside of your door is the prime reason you haven’t been able to sleep, you just haven't realized it yet.

You pull the door back to reveal Lewis, dripping wet onto the carpeted flooring of your apartment building and clutching something in his fist.

“H-hey Lewis…whatcha doin’ here?” You eye him up and down, and truthfully–you don’t mind taking your time while you do it.

“I came to drop this off. Seems important…” He lifts a hand to offer you a closer peek at your purse. A gasp leaves you as you snatch it from him in a haste and dig through it. Your wallet, sunglasses, lip gloss…everything you carried with you is still in its rightful place. Before you can think about it, you are then grappling Lewis’s body to embrace yours with a grateful exclamation being muffled into his dripping wet t-shirt.

“You’re soaking…did you walk here?” Your eyebrows shoot up as he looks down shamefully at his damp, lace-up sneakers.

“Yeah, I don’t know how to hail a cab…but I did know Niall’s address so I figured he could drop the bag off to you when he got the chance. I didn’t realize you lived here as well. Niall never told me you two were…”

He trails off before your conversation is interrupted by a whistling tea kettle pouring out steam.

“Here, come in and let me grab you a towel.” On your way to fetch a towel for Lewis, you also turn off the tea kettle from the stovetop and call out to him, “feel free to help yourself to a cup. I added way too much water, anyways.”

When you return with the fluffiest towel you could find, Lewis is warming himself up with a cup of tea in a mug, while simultaneously filling the mug you brought down with a glass. When you offer him a towel, he slides your mug towards you, with a small “thanks” leaving both of you.

“Jinx,” you say. “I’d say you owe me a soda but I’m trying to cut down on my caffeine.” You murmur through a sip of chamomile. Lewis wraps the towel around himself and chuckles.

“A tea, then, whenever I see you next.” He proposes. You hold up your mug to clink it against his, sealing the promise.

“Yeah, where’s your next stop on tour?” You silently lead him to the couch where the two of you continue to jabber. About his life, about yours, and about the two men you clarify, later on, are just your roommates.

“It’s purely platonic with us. In fact, there is nobody on my radar right now.”

“Oh,” Lewis mutters.

“Oh, what? Is that good or bad?”

“Oh as in…I hope we see each other again soon.” You tilt your head at him. “If no one’s on your radar right now I at least have a fighting chance with that cup of tea I owe ya.” He admits while a harsh red fire overcomes the apples of his cheeks.

“I think this cup of tea may have just put you in first place for potential suitors, Mr. Capaldi.” His eyebrows shoot up, interested. Invested. Determined.

“Well damn…now you got me wishing New York was my last stop.” He shakes his head, while you giggle and hide back an excited squeal all at once.

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“Awww….” Says Shawn, before his face morphs back into semi-disgust. “Wait, don’t tell me you two did it on the couch.”

“No!” You answer, slightly offended. “We decided we wouldn’t act on anything until he came back to New York. So, we didn’t see each other again until the interview he and Ni did a few months ago at Vanity Fair…”

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“Boo.” A voice behind your ear startles you away from the poppy seed muffin you were devouring with glutton. The sandy hair and freckles, after washing over you like an old song almost caused you to choke.

“Lewis!” Crumbs creep out of your mouth and latch onto your cheeks as you fly into his chest for a long-awaited hug. Keeping things friendly until his return was a difficult request for both of you to follow through with. Especially after trading numbers and sending several texts back and forth weekly, then daily. And some of those texts did not hold the most innocent intentions…

“Easy, dear. You’re gonna make me drop your prize.” He offers a loose hug in return, to not tip over the piping cup of tea occupying one of his hands.

“The tea…you remembered.” Part of you was impressed, as the two of you were fairly tipsy the night the promise was made. The tea is transferred from his hand to yours.

“How could I not? I needed some way to keep my first place in line for your potential suitors.” One of his eyelids droops lazily into a wink. “Speaking of which…” His palm, still warm from the tea and callus from guitar strings gently cups your chin, and his thumb comes up to sweep crumbs from your face. “Where do I currently stand?”

Before you could answer, the two of you were rudely interrupted by a familiar Irishman skipping over and reaching between the two of you to grab a tablet off the table.

“So, Assistant Producer Y/L/N, what activities do you have lined up for us today?” Niall quirks an eyebrow smugly, attempting to unlock the tablet holding the agenda for the video. Still flustered from Lewis’s previous actions, it takes a few seconds for you to clear your throat and muster a response.

“Nothing you need to know about until the cameras start rolling. But keep using the title, I like the sound of it.” You grin, embracing your new promotion to Assistant Producer at the Vanity Fair Studio. It was a long-awaited step-up, but so well worth it.

“Congratulations,” Lewis says, attempting to appear friendly. Neither man knew, but the day you got promoted, Lewis was the first person you called to break the news to. Niall and Shawn followed shortly after since they were concerned about the amount of screaming coming from your room for ten minutes straight. Once assuring your roommates your hollers were all out of excitement and sharing your new position with them, the three of you screamed for ten minutes more.

“Thanks,” Niall and Lewis were called to be in front of the cameras shortly after, while you followed with the tablet in your hand. You looked around for Laura, who typically allows you to follow and observe how she produces. When she is nowhere in sight, you immediately felt lost.

“Um…” you turn to whisper to the director. “Where’s Laura? She’s always on time.”

“She didn’t tell you?” The director inquires, shock covering his face. “She’s out with food poisoning. You’ll be filling in as head producer.” If you had any poppy seed remnants left in your mouth, now you would be choking on them.

“Me? A-all by myself?”

“Yeah, you’ll be fine. You’ve seen her do it a million times.” This is true. Laura’s even let you take the lead on some occasions, like giving the interviewees a run-down of the video and its purpose. She’s allowed you to call out some questions to the guests too. But running an entire interview on your own without her correcting you every step of the way is pressuring.

“O-okay,” is all you can utter before approaching Niall and Lewis. The sound guy has finished taping the mics to the two of them. You follow sound check procedures as well as give them a rundown of what the video entails. It is easy for Niall to grasp the concept, as he has seen Zac Efron’s and Lily Collins' videos with similar activities to the ones they’d be performing today. Throughout the video, you become paranoid that Niall is somehow catching on to you and Lewis being flirtatious with one another. You are unsure what drove him to talk you up to his pal, but he was taking every opportunity.

“So, how did you two meet?” You ask Niall, while Lewis stands behind the camera in comfortable proximity to you. A devious smirk crawls onto Niall’s face as he answers.

“My roommate introduced me to his music…I DM’ed him…and the rest is history.”

There was more to Niall’s answer than that, but that was all your ears could catch from Lewis’s stare burning into the side of your face.

One of Lewis's hands shields his mic as he leans close to your ear. “I’m guessin’ he isn’t talkin’ about Shawn.”

And when it came to trading compliments, Niall credited you for being the main interior designer for your shared apartment when Lewis acknowledged how he liked the inside of “Niall’s flat”

Lewis was no better in hiding his flirtatious nature from you.

“I’m not talkin’ about the furniture.”

And when it came time for the two men to share a long embrace, Lewis gave up completely on hiding his cheeky side.

“Tell me how the hug is for you.” You request.

Lewis replies without hesitation. “Yours is better, I can tell you that.”

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"You do give really good hugs." Shawn agrees with a thoughtful nod.

"Right?" Lewis pipes up from beside you.

“Anyways, after he left that second time, we decided a couple of weeks later that we didn’t want to stay just friends. Now that he’s back in town–”

“You could say we’ve been catching up,” Lewis interjects with a sly wiggle of his eyebrows. While you find it endearing, it makes Shawn hold back a gag.

“Yeah, I got that part.” He mutters distastefully. Right at this time is when heavy footsteps begin approaching your bedroom door, and send you and Lewis into a panic.

“Oh no.” You and Lewis mumble, clenching each other’s hands beneath the sheets.

“Oh no? Wait, you haven’t told Niall yet?” Shawn whispers, jutting his thumb back towards your cracked door.

“OF COURSE NOT!” You whisper back harshly. “I’m his roommate. He’s his best friend. If things don’t work out it’s gonna be awkward.”

“What’s going on here? Some secret meeting?” Niall’s voice becomes louder as he peeks his head through the doorway to see the back of Shawn’s head, and to the right of it, you and your boyfriend’s cowering figures beneath your bedsheets.

“Lewis…wait a minute–you two?” Niall points back and forth. You nod your head hesitantly, before Niall’s finger curls back into a fist that he pumps into the air victoriously. “YES! FINALLY!”

You and Lewis exchange a look of surprise. “You’re okay with this?” Lewis asks.

“Okay with it? I’m over the moon! I’ve been wanting this to happen since the two of you met at the bar. Why do you think I talked her up to ya so much over the phone before ya came?”

“Wait, you talked me up?” You look over to Lewis conspicuously, before turning back to face Niall. “What exactly did you say?”

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“So it’s just you and Shawn?” Lewis’s voice crackles over the phone pressed against Niall’s ear.

“Yup! Oh, and Y/N. You’ll like her. She’s nice.” Niall chuckles as he finishes buttoning up his shirt.

“Alright, mate. See ya in a bit.” The two depart from the phone call, and Niall looks at himself in the mirror, satisfied.

“Yes, you will.”

THE END

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rollingthunderpouringrain · 11 months

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Receiptify: Top Tracks, Last Month

Got tagged by @thequeerlibrarian <3 Thank you :)

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No pressure tags: @all-chickens-are-trans , @rovermcfly , @chaotic-gay-is-my-alignment , @atkeks :)

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#so much niall still xD #and i listened a lot to lewis capaldi but he's not on here hmm #no imagine dragons! that rarely happens lol #no alec benjamin either what is going on..#and annenmaykantereit...xD #about me #tagging games

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gothicwidowsworld · 1 year

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Write more Lewis capaldi fanfiction imagins again

Hey Anon someone messaged me the same type of question/request I’m guessing it was you? Like I said I might try and write some stuff if anyone requests him specifically when my requests are back open. But at the moment I’m not really into him anymore so I don’t think I’ll be posting anything unless specifically requested.

Sorry x

#gothicwidow #anon asks #lewis capaldi imagines #requests

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daily-broco · 1 year

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Don Broco among the first bands announced at Reading & Leeds Festival 2023.

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tenminalltoowell · 2 years

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newis is one of my fav friendships and if they collab i will never shut up about it

#niall horan #lewis capaldi #their energy >>>#their covers together are top tier imagine a collab

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louislittlesunflower · 2 years

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These are outfits I think Darcy Stylinson would wear.

(My daily outfits)

Day one in Berlin! Super exited:)

#one direction #1d imagines #harry styles #larry stylinson #louis tomlinson #1direction #outfit image #larry stuff #outfit inspo #outfit #niall horan #lewis capaldi

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iguana-eyanna · 5 months

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Everything I Could Have Asked For

It was your first Christmas with Lewis as a married couple. You wanted this Christmas to be special. You turned to your side, hoping to cuddle closer to your husband in bed, but his spot was vacant.

You suddenly turn your head to the door, hearing it swing open and saw Lewis holding two mugs.

"Merry Christmas, love. Made some hot chocolate with some candy canes." He said, offering the mug as you sat up in bed.

"Merry Christmas." you whispered, kissing his plush lips softly, then sipping your delicious drink, then making a scrunched face.

"Wished that was coffee? Still don't understand why you had to stop yourself from enjoying." Lewis quipped, snuggling closer to you.

"It's called heartburn. Maybe if I close my eyes, it will magically turn into a latte." You said, as Lewis' free handheld you close.

"I don't think that's how physics works. But, I could wrong. Wasn't really known to be a science guy if you guessed."

You fake gasped, placing a hand on your chest, making Lewis roar with laughter.

"I gonna make you pay for that." He said.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do?" You said, placing your mug on your nightstand. Lewis' eyes glint with mischief as he placed his mug down, now using both hands to hold your waist as he peppered your neck with kisses.

"Maybe - we can - skip - presents." He said, as all he wanted to do was stay in this bed with you.

You hum as your fingers comb through his hair.

"Lew..." you warned, knowing that he should open up his present today.

"Alright alright, but could I just hold you for a few minutes? That's all I need in this moment."

Your husband always had a way with words, so you two lied down and just felt present: no long-distance video calls on the phone or either of you working vigorously.

For doing nothing, it felt like you were doing everything.

Finally, you two rushed down the stairs and ate for a bit before opening presents. You two decide to sit on the floor.

Lewis insisted on giving you his gift first.

You open his gift and see a bunch of printed tickets for flights are framed.

"These are all the tickets we had when we'd flown out to see each other. I carried a box with me on tour cause it made me realize we always made things work no matter the distance. Finally had a chance to frame it now."

You trace your fingers to every place you two visited each other, from Glasgow, New York, even the Neverlands where he proposed.

"Lew this is amazing, I-I love it." You said, beginning to cry. You kissed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Now, it's your turn." You said, getting up and dragging a rather large box and placing it by his lap.

Lewis began to tear off the wrapping paper and slowly opened the box. Inside of the gift was an old guitar but its strings replaced.

"What's this?" He says, squinting as he took it out.

"It's your first guitar that you played on! I remember when you said you sold it to a pawn shop. I did a little digging and found it online. I absolutely was sure it was yours when I saw your initials carved in the back."

Lewis flips it over and sees the small carved initials he placed on the neck of the guitar. He chuckles as he begins to remember.

"Dad was mad when he first saw that. But I said it gave it character. I can't believe you remembered, love! It's smaller than I imagined, it was only made for kids when I had it." He says, starting to play a few strings as he begins to tune it.

"Well, you can use it to teach our kids how to play the guitar one day. Perhaps in nine months or so." You said.

Lewis smiles at the thought as he still plays until your words finally dawn on him. He looks at you with wide eyes as he places the guitar down.

"Wait." He said, shuffling closer to your grinning self.

"Are we - Are you..." He began stuttering as he held your waist.

You nod eagerly as you reach for another gift.

"One way to find out." You said. Lewis frantically grabs it as he tears apart the package, lifting the lid to see two positive pregnancy tests.

His eyes gloss over as he looks back at you with teary eyes.

"We're having a baby." He says, his voice choked up.

You crawl into his lap as you hug him tightly. Now both of you are crying at this point. Lewis buried his face in the crook of your neck as he cried happily. He then pulled away, and you wiped his tears.

"Imma mess." He chuckled.

"You're my mess. And you're going to be the most wonderful father to our little one." You said. Both of you look down at your non-existent bump as Lewis places his hand softly on your belly, looking at you with a loving gaze.

"This is everything I could have asked for."

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