#brad simpson fanfiction

[holyghostbws]

heartbreaks and mistakes ; bws 💔

| Based on this request: hiii, do you take requests? if so, could you do an angst imagine where Brad is going thru a tough time/breakup and the band mates help him out? |

They met in december. Brad could still remember the first time it snowed that year because that same day he met her. In that very moment it had felt as if time had stop, he swore he could see the snowflakes falling in slow motion, glistening as they fell into the ground, almost as bright as her smile.

Every time they’d go out together, Brad would immediately reach for her hand. He didn’t have to look at it, he knew exactly the position of her fingers and how to intertwine them with his. If the air was too cold, he would gladly take his jacket off and put it around her shoulders; sometimes he secretly wished she would forget hers, just so he could give it his, let his arms be his blanket and let the world know she had someone. With time, forgotten clothes started to appear scattered around his flat, only for him to put them in an empty drawer that then became hers. Sometimes it wasn’t just clothes, sometimes it was an earring resting on her pillow, a scrunchie forgotten in the bathroom, the smell of her perfume in his sheets.

Brad could still picture every moment with her like it was a movie, he often found himself replaying memories in his head as if they were episodes of a tragic love story. It made no sense that he had burned and deleted all of their pictures together and even blocked her on social media, because their love was inked to his skin. Their relationship was built upon small, meaningful moments… she was home to Brad, but Brad wasn’t home to her.

Brad remembered the first time he met her parents. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something planned, they met them on one of their dates by accidentally running into them. She had introduced Brad as a friend although they were way past that state. Still, he said nothing and thought she had her reasons, maybe her parents were difficult, maybe she wanted to introduce him at a better time like a family gathering… he should’ve known. He should’ve known since the moment he said “i love you” and she never said it back, instead, she started a brand new conversation about weather. He had been foolish, he had been blinded by love and was too busy falling for her to see that he was the only one falling.

He had already pictured a future with her. They would host Christmas for their family and friends, full of peppermint-flavored kisses and presents, romantic dates on Valentines, picnics in the middle of flowers blooming, sweaty summers by the beach, matching outfits for Halloween… they never made it that far.

It was heartbreak after heartbreak for him during that relationship: “sorry I can’t meet your parents, I just think we should wait until the right moment”, “no, I can’t go out with you and your friends tonight, I have so much work to do”, “I’m so sorry I missed your concert, I know it was important to you and trust me, I hate myself for missing it but things got messy at work and they wouldn’t let me leave… you don’t want me getting fired, right?”, “I promise i’ll make it up to you”, “I swear it’s the last time that this happens”, “I’m sorry babe, please understand that it was out of my hands”, “Please believe me, I swear it won’t happen again”… There’s only so much pain a heart can take and Brad’s had been strong for so long, it was bound to happen: the breakup.

The blind fell to the floor on his birthday, when she didn’t show up. Just as many times before, she promised she’d be there on time, and he believed her, of course. Even he knew, deep in his heart, he was gonna be let down again, he decided to trust her; another mistake added to the already long list. Even in a room full of people who loved him, Brad felt miserable. How come everyone but her was there to celebrate him?

He wondered what he had done wrong to deserve that, maybe it was karma, maybe he was a shitty boyfriend, maybe it was a lesson he had to learn. It didn’t mattered why anymore, she didn’t love him and the only way to get through it was to blur everything out by getting wasted with his best mates, the ones that did show up, the ones that did care for him.

A week after his birthday, the call came.

“Hey, I think we need to talk” she said. The sentence every lover fears the most. The sentence that ends it all. Her voice sounded distant, like it was muffled. Hearing her break his heart for the millionth time would destroy him, he need to protect himself, so he tried to dissociate as much as he could from the conversation.

“About what?” He asked, trying to play it cool. He already knew, he knew exactly how it was going to go, he knew how she would try to act like she cared, like it was a difficult decision to make but after all it was the right choice.

“Can I see you? I’ll drop by your place.” He didn’t want to see her ever again, it would only make things worse for him, it would make him feel guilty when he didn’t have any reason to feel that way. It was true, but it was also true that he did want to see her, he wanted to see her everyday for the rest of his life, he wanted to see her when he woke up and when he went to sleep, he wanted to see her smiling and wanted to see her crying. Brad wanted to see her young face and then also her face after time had aged it. He wanted her, forever.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t make it” Was the first thing she said when he opened the door. Brad stood still and quiet and watched her face filling with something that seemed like regret.

“Did you even try to go?” He asked after a while. His voice was calm, he tried to appear neutral and unbothered but his eyes gave him away. There was no hiding the sadness and disappointment in them.

Her dropping her head to the floor was enough answer for him. She didn’t. And he knew that, still, it didn’t make it easier.

“I honestly don’t know what to say to you. I don’t even know why you’re here. It’s so obvious that you never cared and that you don’t feel the same way, so why bother? Don’t you have better things to do?” He still kept calm but could feel his insides shattering with every second that passed.

“Stop being so dramatic, Brad. I had a really shitty week and came here to apologize.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, sorry for bothering you and interrupting your apology, I have no right to be mad at you.” He could feel himself running out of patience.

“Oh god” She whined. “I knew it was a bad idea coming here, it’s impossible to talk to you when you’re like this…”

“You’re right, it was a bad idea for you to come here, you should go.” Brad said.

“I’m trying to tell you something, you asshole” She started raising her voice.

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m sick and tired of you, of always waiting for you just so you never show up, of keeping up with your bad moods and hurtful words, of always giving and receiving nothing back, I-“

“I’m sorry! I really am! I’m trying my best to be enough for you. I just want to be with you.” Her voice sounded high pitched, like she was about to cry but her eyes were dry.

“Cut the bullshit and don’t go wasting my time. Don’t waste yours. I see through your lies, I just pretended I didn’t because I loved you and wanted to believe you, but we can stop now.” The calmness in Brad faded away and was replaced by anger.

For a second, silence filled the atmosphere.

“I love you.” That was a stab that stroke to kill. It fueled him with rage and suddenly he wanted to stab her back, to hurt her as much as she did to him, but how could you hurt someone that simply doesn’t care?

Months ago, those three little words were all he wanted to hear. It’s funny how words mean nothing when they’re a little too late.

“Goodbye, y/n.”

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A week and a half was the longest he could keep the break up a secret from his band mates, they noticed his eyes had lost its sparkle and the bags under them.

“How you holding up mate?” James was the first one to ask. James already knew the answer to that question but felt like Brad could use the talking… that would’ve worked if Brad was communicative about his pain.

“I’m fine, actually.” Brad answered. The first days were rough for him but he had already managed to keep his feelings bottled up, regretting it and beating himself up would be of no use and besides, why would he keep being sad and mad about a relationship that was already dead? It was better to just move on and keep going on with his life, after all, the world wasn’t going to stop and nothing would change just because she didn’t love him.

“You know it’s okay to talk about your feelings, right? There’s no shame here.” James reassured him.

“Yeah, you can talk to us about anything.” Tristan intervened.

“There’s nothing to talk about. She never cared about me, why would I care about her?” Brad said, it sounded way more harsh that he intended to.

There was nothing his band mates could say that would make him feel better, that would at least ease the grieving. Memories stung him, it was like a disease with no cure and time was only a cruel reminder of a love that had maimed him.

“Yeah, mate. Fuck her. You can have any girl that you want, we should go out tonight.” Connor said. James wanted to kill him.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go out! You’ll forget about her in no time” Tristan chirped in.

“I think it’s a good idea to distract yourself but I also think you should talk about your feelings with someone and not just go and fuck the first woman you find.” James intervened, afraid of how the others would take his words.

“Oh shut up, James. What Brad needs right now is a night out to get wasted and meet a pretty face.” Tristan said with a laugh.

“Hey! Let’s go to Ibizaaaaaaa!” Connor screamed.

Brad stopped listening to his friends plans after that. He loved them, he really did, but none of them had the answers for mending his broken heart.

“Hey, uh, what if we try writing something?” Brad said after a while. Tristan and Connor stopped talking and turned their heads to him.

“Writing? Seriously?” Connor said in disbelief.

“I mean… sure, if that’s going to help you.” Tristan said and gave him a pat in his back.

“It’s a great idea! I’ll bring the guitar.” James said, seeing it as an opportunity for Brad to open up.

Brad had handwritten notes he found deep in his drawer right in his pocket: words of love that he had thought of turning into a song, into an album even… maybe those would now turn into an angry song or a sad one, or maybe into nothing. That was the magic of songwriting. After all, music and his friends had always been his therapy.

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[imaginesxthevamps]

Jealous Brad and the reader, u choose the concept, very dominant Bradley bby

You're mine | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 1.7k

Date: 20/08/2022

Proofread: yes (spelling/grammar mistakes are still possible)

Warnings: +18 content, sexual content (fingering, dom, rough), swearing/cursing

Tags: Brad Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, Brad Simpson x reader, smut, fanfiction, Dom!Brad, Jealous!Brad, smut Saturdays

A/N: Hii! Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy it! Btw, dom and jealous Brad is such a concept!💛

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In the background, you can hear the waves crashing on the beach. People are laughing, and children are screaming out of pleasure. They run into the sea. The sun is burning on your skin. The warmth feels good, it makes you feel relaxed. It's the first time in a long while you're on vacation. Now it's slightly less busy with the band, Brad has found some free time to come along with you. It's the first time you go on vacation with your boyfriend and it has already been amazing so far.

"I'm going into the water", you say to Brad, "you want to come with me?".

"Maybe later baby, I like to watch you", he says with a wink.

"Okay, your loss", you say to him playfully.

You turn around and walk down the beach to the water. You see a group of guys around your age watching you. They are whispering and smiling. They are not doing it in a pervy way.

"Ciao bella", one of the guys say and you smile at them.

You've got a lot of attention from the boys here. It's not the first time someone says you're beautiful. You're kinda enjoying the compliments. The only one who isn't is Brad. He says he is not jealous but you can sense that every time a boy gives you a compliment he gets a little bit angry.

You go into the water and close your eyes. It feels good to feel the sun on your face. After a hard year of work and work only it's something that you deserved.

"Hiya!", you hear someone shout and you open your eyes.

There are men, somewhat older than you smiling at you. You guess they are a few years older but not more than that.

"Hi beautiful", they say and you smile back.

"Do you have something planned tonight?", they ask.

"I'm sorry but I already have a boyfriend and we already have something planned", you quickly decline their offer.

In your eyes nothing is wrong. Boys always give you some attention but you will always decline their offer as there is only one man for you. You would never put Brad aside or cheat on him, you love him way too much for that.

Meanwhile, Brad is boiling at the beach. He saw how these boys were looking at you. He saw how you smiled at them. He saw you talking to the other boys. It made him jealous as hell and he is furious. Brad is the only one who can look at you like those boys did and nobody else. He has to show you you're his and only his.

When you come out of the water and you arrive back at the place where you and Brad are laying, Brad is already picking up all of your stuff.

"Are we going?", you ask.

"Yes".

"But I'm still wet".

"I don't care, it will only make things easier"

He puts the bag on his shoulder and takes your hand. He starts dragging you towards the hotel you're staying at, it's not far from the beach. You can sense how angry he is and you guess it's probably because of the boys.

The whole walk to the hotel is silent. You can see that he is breathing fast and his neck vein is on show. This always happens when he is jealous. When you arrive in your room Brad puts the bag somewhere quickly. He walks over to you again and pushes you against the wall, your belly against it. You hold your face to the side. Brad pins you against the wall. He stands close to you, his legs are spread so you can't escape.

"Those boys never had the right to look at you that way and I saw you smiling at them, I saw you fucking smile", Brad says in an angry tone.

"Did you like how they were looking at you?", you nod your head.

"I think I have to show you that you're mine, I have to show you who can give you the most pleasure. I have to show you who can fuck you the best"

Brad starts kissing your neck, sucking on the skin. He knows it turns you on when he is so rough and dominant. His hands search for your tits which are still covered by your bikini top. He squeezes them hard and you let out a moan.

"I have to admit I enjoy the compliments but you know you're the only one for me baby", you say to him.

"I'll give you a ton of compliments if you want to", Brad answers in an angry tone.

Brad steps back and you can finally look at him. His eyes are filled with hunger. When he is jealous his dominant side shows up and you like it. You like how he handles you so roughly.

"Bend over ", he instructs you.

You stand in front of the bed and you bend over. Your hands are on the bed, keeping you steady. You feel Brad's hands on your back. They are sliding down, taking your bikini bottoms and pulling them down. You feel them falling on your feet. Your ass and pussy are totally exposed.

One of Brad's hands starts sliding over your pussy lips. He slowly goes over them, spreading the wetness that already came out of your pussy.

"You were already so wet for me babygirl", Brad says.

"Yes baby".

His finger slowly enters your pussy. When it's totally in it you can't help but moan. His finger goes in and out of you at a slow pace. The more you moan the faster Brad goes. He enters a second finger, adding more pressure. His other hand finds your clitoris and he starts rubbing it. The combination of his fingers sliding in and out of you and his hand rubbing over your clit lets your legs shake. You feel that you're already close. Your breath is heavy. You can't take it anymore. Brad's fingers are moving so fast in and out. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably and you let go.

"Oh my god", you scream when you cum.

"That's my good girl", Brad says and slides his fingers out of you.

You turn your head to look at him. Your wetness is dripping off his fingers. He puts his fingers in his mouth and makes them clean again.

"You taste amazing", he says.

Brad bends over you so he can say something in your ear. You can feel his boner against your ass.

"Now it's my turn", he whispers and stands back up.

You turn your head around again. You can hear Brad taking off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. The next thing you hear is the wrapper of a condom being torn apart so he can slide the condom around his dick.

Brad rests his hands on your ass and slowly enters you with his dick. You gasp at the feeling of being filled. Slowly he starts thrusting into you.

"Fuck, you're always so tight", he moans.

Brad starts thrusting harder. He takes your hair into a ponytail and holds you like that. You feel your second orgasm building up. Brad's other hand takes your bikini top off. Leaving your breasts exposed. Brad takes one of your breasts in one hand. He massages it before he starts to play with your nipple.

"Brad baby, this feels so good", you moan out with your eyes closed.

"Say that I'm the only man who can make you feel this good", he demands.

"You know you're the only man who makes me feel this good"

Brad takes you by the hips and slows down his pace.

"Why are you stopping?", you ask disappointed.

"Turn around, lay on your back", he asks you.

You do what he says and you lay down on your back. Brad takes your legs and spreads them apart. He enters you again with his dick. He picks the pace up again. He lays your legs over his shoulder. In this position, he goes deeper.

"Fuck me harder Brad", you moan out.

Brad listens to you and his thrusts are getting more intense. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. Both of you are panting hard, not able to say another word. Your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed. Pleasure is radiating through your body.

"You feel so good babygirl oh god", Brad moans out, "I'm so close".

You feel Brad's dick twitching inside you. His moans are getting harder. His thrusts are getting more sloppy and he is losing power holding your legs. You know he is losing it.

"Fuck y/n", Brad moans out, he is holding on tight on your legs to keep himself steady while he cums.

Brad gently puts your legs down while he catches his breath. You sit up again on the bed. You take his hands in yours and squeeze them.

"Why are you always so jealous?", you ask.

Brad doesn't dare to look at you.

"I don't know, I just- I just don't want to lose you", he says.

You stand up and hug him tightly.

"You'll never lose me, baby".

You can sense that Brad is smiling. He hugs you even tighter and you almost can't breathe.

"If you're going to choke me you are in fact going to lose me", you say in a funny tone.

"I'm sorry", he laughs while letting you go.

"I'm going to take a shower", you say.

"Maybe I should join for a second session", Brad says in a naughty tone.

You run to the bathroom so you can close the door before he can get in but he catches you. You start to laugh.

"You're not hard to catch", he says and starts tickling you.

"Stop, please, Bradley", you squeal.

"Only if I can take a shower with you", he says.

"Okay, okay, you win", you laugh.

You take his hand and take him into the shower.

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[anitalorimer]

𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 | 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary | from the beginning, everything had been sunshine and rainbows, but now, all hangs on the line. after you and brad get into a heated argument and all is about to break, brad begs for your forgiveness.

pairings | brad simpson x fem!reader

warning | swearing, kissing, angst, fluff, mature themes, arguing

The room was tense, the air practically crackling with the charged energy of an argument that had escalated far beyond its original point. You and Brad had found yourselves in a heated dispute, your voices raised and words like arrows striking their mark. The once warm and cosy temperature of your shared apartment now felt suffocating, each corner echoing with the remnants of your heated exchange.

The catalyst for the argument was a date that should been etched into Brad's memory: your birthday. Yet, he had forgotten, and the disappointment that washed over you was palpable, turning the day into an emotional battlefield.

"I can't believe you forgot, Brad!" Your voice quivered with a mix of sadness and anger, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"I know, and I'm truly sorry," Brad's voice carried a weight of remorse, his expression a reflection of his regret. "It was thoughtless of me."

The argument had spiraled from there, unraveling years of shared memories, trust, and affection. The wounds you both inadvertently tore open during the heat of the dispute ran deep, leaving your relationship hanging in the balance.

Silence descended upon the room, both of you catching your breath, emotions still raw from the intensity of the argument. Brad's initial defensiveness had given way to genuine regret as he gazed at your tear-streaked face, the pain he had caused etched into your features.

"I never meant to hurt you like this," Brad's voice was laced with sadness and self-reproach, his own heartache evident in his eyes. "I messed up, and I can't even begin to express how sorry I am."

You blinked, anger beginning to dissipate as you took in the depth of Brad's remorse. "Why didn't you just tell me if you were preoccupied? We could have made other plans together?"

Brad's shoulders slumped, and he took a cautious step forward, his gaze fixed on your eyes as he reached out, his fingers hovering in the space between you. "I should have communicated better. I let my own negligence overshadow how much you mean to me."

Your expression softened as you listened to Brad's confession. You could see his genuine remorse, a mirror to his own regrets and vulnerabilities.

"I wanted your birthday to be special, and I ended up ruining it," Brad continued, his voice heavy with regret. "I love you more than words could say, Y/N, and I can't imagine my life without you."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, your emotions in turmoil. Taking a tentative step forward, you closed the distance, and Brad enveloped you in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry too," you whispered, your voice barely audible, the weight of your own mistakes heavy on your conscience.

You held each other in silence, the weight of the argument and the pain gradually giving way to the warmth of your shared embrace. When you finally pulled apart, Brad cupped your tear-streaked face in his hands, his eyes brimming with sincerity.

"Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Brad's voice was a plea, his vulnerability laid bare.

You gazed into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love there, the same love that had woven your lives together. With a shaky breath, you nodded.

"I forgive you, Brad."

Relief washed over Brad's features, and he pulled you into another tight hug, as if afraid to let you go.

From that moment on, you both vowed to communicate better, to treasure each other's emotions and cherish the time you had together. Your love proved unbreakable, even in the face of the darkest moments. As you both worked through your issues, your relationship emerged stronger, a vow to the power of forgiveness and the resilience of two hearts intertwined.

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[bradsbabe]

For You | Brad Simpson pt 1.

Summary | You and Brad have been together for almost a year, you both are happy together. You are even going on tour with Brad and the other boys and you couldn't be more happy, but ever since you got those hate messages from some "fans" you try your hardest to stay happy and not ruin the tour for Brad and the boys.

Words | 1.67k

pairings | brad simpson x fem reader

warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing

Sometimes dating someone who is known isn't too bad. I have been going out with Bradley Simpson from The Vamps for almost a year now and he is the most amazing person ever, but some of the fans don't like my relationship with Brad. I have been getting tons of dms from a lot of fan pages asking me why haven't Brad broke up with me yet, or you definitely aren't his type, also ones like ew you're so ugly why is he with you. I try to ignore them, but I can't. 

I heard the door open and I quickly ran upstairs to the bedroom to hide for a bit until my face wasn't puffy and red from crying. I swear I try not to let those comments get to me, but I'm me, I'm a bit insecure with myself, and I ask the same question they do. Does he really deserve me, like I'm not no supermodel or I'm not a singer, I'm just normal.

“Y/n, I have a surprise for you, can you come in the kitchen?” Brad said with excitement. 

“Uhm, yeah I will be right down in a min, I'm finishing getting dressed.” I lied to give my puffy red eyes more time to go away.

After a moment went by I headed downstairs to the kitchen and saw a bouquet of my favourite flowers Japanese Cherry Blossom and of course my favourite chocolates. 

“I love them, Thank you, but what's the occasion?” I said, hugging him.

“Well, we are going on tour next week, and I want you to come along with me.” He asked, cupping my face. “And I know how much you want to travel, so here's your chance.

“I'd be happy to.” I said kissing him.

***

“Are you excited!” Kirstie asked. I have known Kirstie way before The Vamps were a thing, when I came to the UK for a school thing I bumped into her and the rest well was history, she even introduced me to The Vamps and well Brad was and is my favourite as you can tell.

“Yeah, and nervous, I hate planes, and knowing we will be on them for this whole tour, makes me think twice.” I said packing my clothes.

“Don't worry we are here with you, I bet Brad will keep you occupied.” She said. 

“Can I tell you something and promise you won't tell Brad a thing, not even the other boys.” I said, she nods her head.

“Well have you ever got hate messages from fans, because this one account keeps messaging me and telling me hateful words.” I showed her the messages and she read them.

“Oh my god, why haven't you told Brad, you know he can put a stop to this, you shouldn't have to worry about things like this.” She said.

“I can't, I don't want him to know that he has some “fans” that do things like this, I just block them when they send me hate messages. Besides, I want him to be happy and stress free during the tour.” I said finishing packing.

“Well if they keep up, you're going to have to tell Brad.” She said getting up to hug me.

“Awe look at the besties.” Brad said, walking in. “Are you two ready, we have to go now.” He continued. We nod and he grabs my suitcase and we head to the Uber. James, Kirstie, Brad and myself are riding together to the airport. Of course I have the middle seat sadly. I felt my phone buzz and it was yet another fan page messaging me. I tried to hide my phone away from Brad so that he wouldn't see what they said. This one is all about how I shouldn't be seen with Brad because I am just a nothing and that I should leave the UK and go back home, and they wish that Brad would go back with his ex girlfriend again. I felt the tears coming and I turned my phone off and I just stayed quiet during the ride to the airport.

“Hey is everything okay?” Brad asked, getting out of the car. 

“Yeah.” I lied, I'm not going to let him know his so called fans are picking on me and have him have a bad tour, I want him to enjoy this tour, even if that means I have to try and not let those fans get to me.

Once we got settled on the plane, I decided to take a nap. I'm so exhausted, and it helps my nerves as well.

“Hey Brad has y/n said anything to you lately?” Kirstie asked.

“No, what about?” Brad asked, concerned.

“About how excited she is going on tour.” Kirstie lied. “Well I should go see if James needs anything. She continued and walked away.

Brad settles down and pulls out his phone and turns it on. He sees so many messages popping up, he notices it was y/n and sees a message pop up from a fan calling her ugly. He opens it and sees multiple messages hating on y/n. He looks beside him and sees you sleeping. He starts blocking all the pages that have messaged you.

***

“Okay here we are.” Brad said, opening up the hotel door. 

Brad pulls me in a hug and the smell of his aftershave is amazing that I can just stay in this hug for hours. Brad starts kissing my neck, sucking on the skin. He knows it turns me on.

“Don't we have to meet the guys.” I asked.

“Yeah later, I finally have you all to myself.” He said taking off his shirt, but before we got to do anything else there was a knock on the door. He grunted while putting his shirt back on. I sat on the bed and Brad opened the door and Tristan came walking in.

“We have been waiting for 5 minutes. Are you two ready?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I said standing up walking towards the door. 

“We'll finish that tonight.” Brad whispered. I couldn't help but to smile.

Once we met up with the guys, we headed out to explore France, but before we got out of the hotel there were some fans waiting for the boys. I stayed inside not wanting to be near any of them in case someone might say something about mine and Brad's relationship.

“Where's y/n?” One of the fans said.

Brad walked back in and saw me sitting on the chair.

“Is everything okay?” He asked me.

“Yeah…”

“I know about some of the fans messaging you hateful things.” He blurted out.

“Kirstie told you?” I said.

“No I had your phone thought it was mine and messages came popping up. I'm going to write something to them all to leave you alone.” He said.

“No, don't just leave it alone.” I said.

“What, no I'm going to say something, have you read any of those messages?” He said.

“Yes, I know, but just ignore it. I have been blocking them.” I said.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked.

“A couple of months.” I said.

“What, and when were you going to tell me?” He said, angry.

“After the tour…” I said sadly.

“I didn't want you to worry and get upset, I wanted you to have fun on tour.” I continued. 

“Well I'm not now, come on let's go through the back.” He said.

***

“Why does Brad look irritated?” Kirstie said sitting next to me at the bar.

“He found out about the fans, and is pissed because I didn't tell him when it first started.” I said.

Brad and I haven't talked the whole night, and I decided to leave early. I get that he's upset but not wanting to talk is a different thing. I decided to stay the night with Kirstie and James, give Brad some time alone.

The next day Kirstie and I decided to watch them rehearse. Everyone noticed the difference in Brad, he was having a rough rehearsal.

“I should have just stayed home.” I told Kirstie.

“What, why?” She asked.

“Brad isn't having a fun tour. Everyone knows the difference in him, he was fine before, now he's irritated and in a bad mood, because of me.” I said.

“No, it's those so called fans.” Kirstie said.

“I'm going back to the hotel.” I said walking away.

“Where are you going?” Brad said.

“Back to the hotel room.” I said.

“So now you're going to ignore me?” He asked, getting frustrated.

“I'm not ignoring you, I just think me being here was a mistake.” I blurted out.

“Well if that's what you think then by all means go.” He said.

I didn't say anything, because some fans were coming in to watch the boys rehearse. I looked back at Brad already on stage doing what he does best. Tears started coming down and I saw Kirstie running towards me. She brought me in a hug and I just broke down more. She walked me back to the hotel and helped me pack my things. She tried all she could to stop me from leaving, but I think Brad and I needed some space. I didn't want him to be frustrated while on tour. I want him to have fun and enjoy it, rather than fighting with me over some fans. Kirstie stayed with me until the Uber came to pick me up.

“Are you sure you want to leave, how about stay with James and I.” She said.

“I think it's best if I leave.” I said.

As we walked out the guys were walking down the hall they all looked confused, even Brad.

“Are you leaving?” Brad said.

“Yeah, I think it was a mistake coming, I caused things and I think it's best if I leave, besides I want you all to have fun and enjoy this tour.” I said.

“Can we talk in private?” Brad said, walking me to the room.

Author: hello hope everyone liked this if so ill write more!

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[bradleybearx]

- I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND IM TERRIFIED -

Hello to the readers that read this imagine I’m sorry it’s been like two or so weeks since I posted my last one. I have been busy with school and getting my SACE so I can finish school successfully, also I have been reading a lot more lately and I lose track of time when I do so.

I hope you enjoy this imagine and I am currently in the middle of working on another one ready to post next week or maybe sometime this week. Please feel free to leave suggestions, ideas, or even requests.

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I walk into my apartment after work to get ready for tonight's movie night at Zara’s with Tristan. It was a regular get-together thing after Zara moved out into Tristan's place. They were engaged and thought it was finally time to move in with each other. Brad was still living there with them while trying to find another place to live.

After my shower, I got into comfy clothes and grabbed my keys to leave. While on my way I picked up some snacks since I didn't want to go empty-handed again like I did last time, and I didn't eat a thing that night because I felt like shit for not bringing anything even though Zara and Tristan never cared. I pulled up to their house as Zara runs out to me and pulls me into a big hug.

"Hey girl, I was wondering where you were" Zara laughs.

"I went to the shops first, I'm sorry I'm late" I smile as I grab the bag and my other belongings.

"You did not have to bring anything, we made Brad do the shopping this week and he brought a lot, he also has someone over" My heart dropped as I continue smiling.

"Oh, is she nice" I ask.

"See for yourself me and Tris don't know about her" She shrugs as I lock my car and we walk into her house.

"Y/N you are here" Tristan pulls me into a hug "How was work" I place the bag down on the counter.

"Good" I nod as I look over at Brad and the blond woman next to him "Hi" I smile.

"Y/N meet Sarah, Sarah this is Y/N" Brad smiles.

"Hello" I nod to her and give her a light smile.

"Hi" She rolls her eyes as I look down, great she doesn't like me.

"Well let's get this rolling, Y/N wanna help me set up" I nod in response as Tristan, Brad and Sarah go to the couch and set up in there "I am so sorry about her, shes been here for two nights and has given me attitude as well it's disgusting, she clearly doesn't get that I'm engaged to Brads best friend" Zara shakes her head.

"Maybe she's scared to lose him" I shrug.

"No she's fake, like come on look at the lip job, clearly her boobs are fake and her ass, come on Brad could do better, and I hope he opens his eyes one day and notices she is right in front of him" She laughs.

"Zara shh" I nudge her with my shoulder as she giggles.

She wasn't wrong, Sarah was not someone I thought id ever see with Brad but if she makes him happy then it's worth it. Don't get me wrong I was jealous because I was in love with Brad but I knew how he was with women and how he got bored and didn't last a week with them so it was nothing new to us but it was also the reason I never told him how I felt.

Once we set up I sit down and we all decide on White Chicks for the movie, Zara and Tristan laughed and whispered to each other as I noticed why, I felt so bad but it was funny. Halfway through the movie, I felt eyes stinging the side of my head, I look over and see Brad staring at me as I give him a light smile but he just looks away.

"Wait, where is your boyfriend Y/N" Sarah pipes up.

"I.. I don't have one" I respond.

"Must be lonely, no one to cuddle, or kiss you while whispering cute things to you, I mean I can see why you are single but like have you tried dating apps that's how Brad and I met" She shrugs.

"I uhh.. I have before but didn't work out" I shrug. "Oh must suck, guess it's not for everyone" She giggles "Tristan you did amazing, but keep her away from Brad I see how she looks at him"

"I don't look at him in any way besides an idiot" Zara rolls her eyes.

"That's enough" Tristan shakes his head.

"You scored a model baby" Brad just nods as I look back at the TV holding in my tears, to be honest, it felt lonely now.

"Hey guys I'm sorry but I'm not feeling too well, im gonna go" I say as I stand up catching Brad's eyes on mine.

"Oh okay, are you sure do you need anything" Zara asks.

"No, I'm alright, thank you though ill let you know when I'm home" Zara pulls me into a hug.

"I'm so sorry about her" She whispers.

"It's okay, it's not your fault" I smile softly and leave to my car trying to hold it till I got in my car but failed.

"Wait wait" Brad runs after me "Im sorry I should have said something to her I'm sorry"

"It's okay, as long as you are happy that's all that matters to me okay" I turn around to face him.

"No you didn't deserve to be treated that way and I'm sorry" He walks closer to me.

"Please go back inside and enjoy the rest of the night, I just wanna get home I'm not feeling well and I just want to go to bed" I open my car door.

"Let me come with then, I know you hate being by yourself when you're sick" He says.

"Brad please I will be okay" A tear slips as I quickly wipe it away.

"No I know you, when you're sick the first person you go to has always been me, so I could just come with you and keep you company while you sleep" I hated that he was right, but he always dropped everything for me when I was sick.

"I'm fine, I just wanted to leave really" I sigh.

"Because of her right, I knew you were feeling fine" He asks with a grin.

"I mean yeah, did you hear how she spoke to me, I mean I can see why after I told her I wasn't seeing anyone, that really fucking hurt Bradley" I cry.

"But you know it's not true okay, anyway though I need to move I walked in on Zara and Tris last night and I never want to do that again, so since I know you hate living alone because it gets lonely, and I'm looking for a place to stay-"

"No" I shake my head as I cut him off before he finished his sentence.

"Why"

"Because I don't wanna hear you fucking a new chick each week, and I don't want to be bullied in my own house" I state.

"Is that really how you see me" He asks.

"You can't blame me, you have a new girlfriend each week, Zara tells me" I sigh.

"So you keep tabs on me now do you, so moving in would be great you can keep tabs on every little thing I do" He laughs "I knew you had a crush on me just admit it love" He backs me into the car as my back hits my door.

"Go please, I know you don't feel the same otherwise you would do something about it or you would stick up for me" I cry "You know what fine you're right, I'm so in love with you and I'm terrified" I admit.

"Why are you terrified" He frowns.

"Because you would treat me like you treat them, use me till you're bored and then toss me to the side and boom I'm a new name to add to your list" He stared deeply into my eyes not believing a single word I just said.

"I hate that, that is how you see me, love, I would drop everything for you, everything, I come over late at night just because you call and ask me to stay because you are paranoid or lonely, I look after you when you are sick, and I do stand up for you that's why I ran out here after I told her to leave and that I want nothing to do with her, which I do not know why she hasn't left yet, but you can go ask Zara and Tris and they will tell you what I did, id risk my whole life for you, so don't tell me id throw you to the side like a number, because little do you know I fucking love you more than anything this world could offer me, ill always choose you, you are the reason they never work out because it's you, you own me, I will always be yours" He cups my face in his hand.

"Bradley" I whisper.

"Shhh" He plants his lips on mine softly and the kiss tells me so much more than what he has told me, I knew he meant it "I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that I'm yours, that I would risk my life for you, okay, now please come back in" He asks.

"Can you whisper sweet things in my ear" I giggle.

"Of course, I can, also she doesn't know what she's talking about you're perfect in every way possible, but love, can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night as an apology and a date" He asks as we walk back into the house as Sarah leaves.

"Wow you move on fast" I giggle "But yes you may"

"It's about time you two finally opened your eyes, was gonna ring the hospital for laser eye surgery for the both of yous, especially you Bradley" Zara and Tristan laugh "Thanks, I think you calling me an idiot finally made me realise something" Brad laughs "Good, should have said it earlier Zar" Tristan plants a soft kiss on Zara's cheek as we go back to the movie and I cuddle up to Brad till I fell asleep.

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[bradtomlovesya]

𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

Summary: Based on this request - HERE - (I hope you like it)

Warnings: SMUT! +18, sub/dom!Brad x sub/dom!Reader, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Fluffy ending. (Let me know if i missed something)

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"If you could change one thing about your life right now, what would you change?" asks the brown man, taking a sip from his nearly finished glass of wine.

"I don't know..." You sigh. "You're pretty deep today, aren't you?" you tease.

"Maybe it's the wine or maybe it's that we had an excellent concert today and now I'm celebrating with you" He shrugs. "I don't know." He lets out a chuckle. "Just answer the question, little cloud."

"Okay, okay." You stand up for yourself and finish your glass of wine in one sip. "I'd trade my cowardice." You bite your lip. "I wish I could confess my feelings."

"And why don't you?" He frowns. "You never know when you'll see that person for the last time, and you'll regret it all your life if you don't tell them."

"Yeah... well" You laugh lightly trying to lighten the mood. "That's why I'd trade my cowardice." You yawn. You're tired, yes. But you're only doing it so you don't pursue the subject.

"We should sleep. It's been a long day." Brad gets out of your bed and places the glasses and the rest of the bottle on the nightstand.

"Get some rest..." You mumble getting under the covers of your hotel bed.

"So do you." The chestnut mumbles mimicking you in his own bed, turning off the light and closing his eyes to allow himself to rest.

It wasn't until an hour later that he was finally able to drift off to sleep. His own words had kept him awake. He had devised a whole plan in his mind so that he could tell you -or show you- how he truly felt about you.

He hoped that by tomorrow night, everything would be settled.

The brown-eyed boy woke up a little earlier than usual to put his plan into action. He knew that today the two of you had already made plans to spend the whole morning in the hotel room and, maybe later, go out for ice cream.

First, Brad went into the bathroom and took out the bottle of shampoo and put it under the sink drawer. Then, he went into the kitchen and put the pancake pan in one of the bottom drawers and hid it as much as he could. The rest of the details would be seen in time.

"Y/n!?" The brown-haired man exclaimed from the shower.

"Y/n!?" You shout back as you roll over instagram.

"Would you please pass me the shampoo? I think it's under the sink."

"Uhh... Sure!" You nod and get up. You walk to the bathroom and do your best not to see the naked guy next to you but your peripheral vision makes that nearly impossible.

"Are you okay, little cloud?" he asks, mockingly.

"Yeah... It just wasn't in my plans to see you naked." You shrug, pick up the shampoo and hold it out to him with your eyes closed.

"Well, maybe you should have it in your plans." He mumbles but you still manage to hear him.

"What?" You frown, still with your eyes closed.

"Nothing," he scoffs and takes the bottle from your hands making sure to stroke your fingers as he does so and wet them a little. "Thank you."

"You're welcome..." You whisper and walk out of the bathroom closing the door behind you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

You saw him naked and you have to admit to yourself that you feel quite impressed. You knew his little friend wasn't so little from the way he marked himself in his trousers during concerts, but you didn't expect him to be so big. The mere thought of what he could do to you makes your underwear wet.

You walk into the small kitchen of the hotel room that was more like a mini flat to start preparing breakfast to take your mind off things.

You bend down to look for the pancake pan but you can't find it no matter how hard you try and, after a few minutes, you feel an intense stare on your face. More like on your backside.

"Did you lose something?" he asks with a smirk. His arms are crossed and he's leaning against the wall behind you.

Brad knew he was taking too much of a risk by deciding not to wear boxers under his running shorts. He was doing it just to provoke something in you but it was also backfiring on him. A few seconds of watching you bend over for the frying pan in your skimpy shorts that left little to the imagination and his member was already aroused.

"I can't find the pancake pan." You reply innocently and stand up to watch him. Your gaze goes to the growing bulge between his trousers, almost immediately.

"You want my help?" He approaches you. He passes just behind you, brushing a little against your backside, and bends down to reach for the pan.

You just freeze, watching him. You feel the wetness between your legs grow more and more and you push your legs together looking for a little friction. An act that the brown-haired man obviously doesn't overlook.

"This is it?" He stands up with the pan in his hands and you just nod.

Brad knows you're both friends and, if it all goes wrong he'd blame himself for a long time for having tried, but he couldn't take it anymore. He was desperate for you, he hadn't had sex in months and the only person he wanted to be with was you.

Waking up with you every morning of the tour while wearing your little shorts didn't help much. Masturbating while you were in the shower imagining your naked, wet body was the only thing that gave him any comfort.

But that comfort was no longer useful. He wants you for himself in every possible way. He's completely in love with you and he needs to do something about it before he goes completely crazy. He would leave you alone if you didn't feel the same way, but he had to try.

While whisking the pancake mix in a bowl. Brad stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. He leaves light kisses down your neck and your actions on the whisk balloon slow down. This isn't something Brad hasn't done before, of course not. But this time it felt different.

"Brad..." You murmur in a whisper.

"Yes?" he asks next to your neck, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Is everything okay?" you ask softly and gasp as his erection presses lightly against your ass.

"Yes." He takes some distance and walks over to sit on his bed. The room isn't very big so from the small kitchen you could see him "Why wouldn't I be?" He asks, frowning in confusion.

"I don't know... Y-you're a-acting weird." You stammer and look at the mixture sitting in the bowl in front of you.

"Weird good or weird bad?" he asks gently. It's not his intention to make you feel uncomfortable.

"I don't know... I-" He cuts you off before you can continue.

"Come here." He reaches out one of his arms and pats his legs for you to come towards him, and that's just what you do on autopilot. His arms wrap around your waist as soon as you're close enough. Your legs are between his, and his hands come down a little to brush against your hips. "Does this bother you?" he asks, looking into your eyes, and you deny.

His hands come down to rest on your ass and give it a light squeeze so that you sit on his legs with your thighs on either side of his body.

"And this bothers you?" He tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear and looks you straight in the eye. His other hand is held still on your ass.

"No..." You mutter. "It doesn't-" A faint moan leaves your lips as you feel a little friction between your middle and the growing erection in his sweatpants "It doesn't bother me." You finish.

"Well..." He moves his face closer to yours. "It doesn't bother me either." He murmurs with a smile and finally presses his lips to yours.The kiss is slow, full of feeling and passion, but increases in fierceness as the seconds pass.

Your hips begin to move involuntarily over his erection making you both gasp and moan softly against each other's lips. You feel your underwear getting wetter and wetter and a desire for more and more completely overcomes you.

His tongue finds its way into your mouth and devours you like a totally ravenous animal that would devour every last bit of its prey. His wet kisses trail down to your chin and leave light bites that, while not leaving a physical mark, will remain etched in your memory as a reminder of what you are experiencing.

His hands rest on the cheeks of your ass and he rubs you hard against it. You try to do the same as if there is a physically possible way for them to be closer. Your clitoris is grateful, the fiction has you totally hypnotized and you feel drunk and hungry for more.

"Do you like it?" he asks in a raspy voice as he rubs you hard against his hard bulge. "Do you like rubbing against me?" he asks against your neck and you feel him smile after leaving a mark that will be visible. "Of course you like it... you can't say a word about how drunk you are on my cock" He spanks you hard making you jump slightly. It hurts, yes, but it only turns you on more.

"Brad..." you mumble pathetically and he teases you against your neck.

"Yes?" One of his hands reaches down to the front of your shorts and presses against your clitoris, moving it in slow, torturous circles.

"Do you think this is wrong?" Questions. A twinge of awareness dawns in your mind and you open your eyes only to slam them shut again as the circles over your clitoris increase in speed.

"I don't really care," he takes your chin in his fingers, making you look up at him. "I don't think I can stop right now," he says sincerely. "Besides... I don't want to."

His eyes are pitch black. His pupil is dilated with desire. He just wants to have you for himself, and now that you've given in, he won't let you go.

"Bradley!" You moan his name as soon as you feel his fingers enter you. You were so focused on his eyes that you didn't notice when his hand slipped inside your shorts and then into your cunt clasping it deliciously.

"You have to be mine" he murmurs with seriousness in his voice. "I need you to be mine and that's all you'll be thinking about when I'm done with you." He speaks as his fingers work on you at a rapid pace. Your walls close against him and before you can finish, his fingers slip out of you and you watch as he takes them into his mouth to lick them clean.

"But" you try to moan as his hands lift your hoodie to expose your breasts so he can take them into his mouth, lick them and play with them. "Oh…" you moan, closing your eyes again.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he murmurs as he licks your nipple and pinches and twists it with his fingers until it's completely hard. He does the same with the other, and you're a pathetic machine of gasps and low moans that you can't help but moan.

He lifts you up a little so he can take off his trousers. His dick that is dripping with pre cum hits his abdomen. You take it firmly in your hands and try to get down on your knees to give him a taste but he stops you.

"As much as I want to feel your pretty mouth and throat, I'm afraid I won’t last too long and I want to be able to be inside you." He stops sucking on one of your breasts. He pulls down your shorts and toys with the tip of his cock at your entrance. Try to take your fluids as a lubricant.

"Come in... please-" before you can speak any further. His cock plunges into you completely and you can't help but let out a slight moan and throw your head back.

The tip of his penis rubs against your cervix and you lie still on his legs to get used to it. It was bigger than you expected and you are surprised that he was able to enter you.

"Fuck, little girl. You're deliciously tight!" He growls biting your chin and kissing your neck so you can concentrate on the pleasure and forget about the discomfort he might cause.

His feet are planted on the bed, his back is against the mattress and he holds your waist to start penetrating you slowly. You can feel his cock pulsate and each of his veins create texture against your inner walls.

His eyes are focused on your face and his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration. You know he wants to move faster but he doesn't want to hurt you so he's doing his best to keep moving slowly.

"Leave it to me." You smile down at him and kiss his lips. Brad nods and leans his back against the headboard. He settles himself so that you can move freely, but he doesn't let his cock out of your pussy at any point.

You start to move up and down on his dick over and over again, gradually picking up speed. You make sure his cock disappears completely inside you. Your ass slams into his balls each time and his pelvis stimulates your clit each time you go down. His hands go up to your breasts and he massages them like it's the best thing he's ever seen. And the truth is, it's the best thing he's ever seen, he couldn't believe you were finally getting thirsty and had decided to give yourself to him.

"You feel super wet" A growl leaves his lips as your walls contract against him. "Fuck! You don't know how good it feels to watch you jump on my cock as your tits jiggle for me." His mouth leaves marks on your breasts that will take time to fade. He just wants to make sure that neither your body, nor you forget this moment.

"Brad..." You moan and his lips move to your mouth to kiss you fervently.

"Need more?" you nod vigorously with your face contoured in pleasure. "Then I'm going to give you more.

He holds your waist and turns until your chest is against the bed sheet. Lift your ass and enter your dripping pussy again without even warning. He sinks into you completely while you just scream his name. He spanks you several times and sinks into you again and again and again. His cock destroys your cunt deliciously. Your walls try to get used to him but each time, he takes a new position making you moan louder.

Each time he thrusts in and out of you quickly and, each time he does it, he hits your G-spot stimulating it just the way you like it. It's as if he's known your body before or your body has always been waiting for him.

"If only you could see how beautiful you look taking all my cock inside you." He moans as your walls close around him again. "You like that?" he says, followed by hard penetrations that make you jump. "You like it when I talk about how you're such a good girl and take me so well?" he teases you with darkness in his voice. In your stomach that feeling begins to form and you moan incessantly.

"Cum on me, princess." He says agitated. His arm goes around your breasts, takes one in his hand, and lifts you up until your back is against his chest. He continues to penetrate you faster than before in this new position, and the hand that is not squeezing your breast moves down to your clitoris to stimulate it vigorously. You let your head fall back until it's over his shoulder and cum all over his length.

The stars in your eyes are accompanied by the sound of Brad's grunts, gasps and moans in your ear. Plus the sounds of skin against skin and his balls slapping against your ass to make your orgasm last as long as possible.

Second after. You feel his cum shoot inside you and paint your walls. One more way to mark you as his. Brad gives one last slow thrust before you both collapse on the bed trying to catch your breath.

"Are you okay?" he asks once he positions himself next to you and places your head on his chest.

"Are you kidding?" you laugh wearily. "I'm more than fine." His laughter joins yours as he brushes a few strands of hair back from your face.

"Yeah... so am I." He nods with a smile and intertwines his fingers with yours. "I was thinking..." He begins.

"And it didn't hurt?" You tease him.

"Shut up," he laughs. "I'm trying to ask you out on a date, little cloud." He pouts and you lean on your arm to kiss his pout.

"Sorry." You smile broadly. "I'd love to go on a date with you. I've always wanted to." You admit, caressing his cheek.

He kisses you again but this time tenderly and slowly. In the kitchen rests the long-forgotten pancake batter. Maybe you didn't cook pancakes but you did cook the love you both have for each other.

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[bloosomjoon]

Hi, im new here!

Hi! My name is Alex and after sitting here a few years I decided to post my own posts here! Now, i’ll post one imagine about Brad but i think for the future something for Marvel maybe?

I think about open requests if you’ll like the way i write? You know, right now for Bradley Simpson, and maybe Tom Holland? What do you think? Let me know!

see yall!

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[ohholyfanfics]

11 w/ Brad please. Thank you

Prompt(s): 'you seem like a bad boy/girl type.'

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She sucked in the inside of her cheek as she eyed the man sitting across from her. Her eyes traced the rim of the wine glass that was placed before her, she hummed softly in agreement as her date when on about some subject she had no interest in. Sighing, softly her eyes drifted along the the room before they landed on a head of full brown hair.

"What do you think?"

She blinked rapidly turning back to him with a soft smile. Chewing on the inside of her cheek as she parted her lips lightly to speak before being cut off.

"I think we should-"

"Um, don't you think that's a little much?" she mumbled as he looked her over with a blank expression. She fought the urge to roll her eyes as he went on to explain whatever point it was he was trying to make.

"So you get it? It's really not that big of a deal.." he mumbled with a shrug as he picked at the salad that was placed before him.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom.." she muttered as she stood up slowly placing the napkin on the side of the plate.

Tugging on the ends of her dress, she let out a breath she didn't even believe she was holding. Her hands calming as she entered the small hallway.

"You know, you seem like a bad boy type of girl.." a voice came from behind making her jump at the sound. "kinda disappointed in you.."

She looked over her shoulder to be meet by the same pair of brown eyes that caught her attention earlier. He most definitely more handsome up front, he looked her over with a small smile as she chuckled.

"Hmm what makes you think that?"

He let out a chuckle shoving his hands in his pocket. Her eyes trailing over his body.

"well for once, you didn't seem the slightest big interest. Also he is the most proper lad you'd ever walk through that door with.."

"For the record, there's nothing wrong with shopping the market.." she mumbled picking her nails. "Plus, how would you even know?"

"darling, I own this bar and from what I can tell you aren't the least bit interested in that block over there. So how about you ditch him and come with?"

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[holyghostbws]

Based on this request: Can you write something about the Reader breaking up with Brad for walking away from the reader without realizing it?

like, i want something where she breaks up with him and he gets really bad, doesn't cut his hair, doesn't shave his mustache, doesn't leave the house and drinks a lot

but in the end they come back and he gets better with her help, she cuts his hair and shaves and helps him shower and he looks at her sad but cute and says something like "I don't deserve you take care of me"

i drove you away ; bws ⛈

People say there’s different stages when going through a break up, Brad had successfully skipped the part of denial. He knew there was no getting back together, he knew he fucked up and hurt her beyond words, but in his mind it was the right thing to do. Why would he keep a relationship he knew was destined to failure? Brad couldn’t give y/n what she needed, he was too afraid it might end badly again, and the only one losing would be him. Again. He already knew how it would go: he would start falling for her, he would let himself be vulnerable, when he least expected, he would realize he was madly, deeply, in love with her. Big mistake, because not long after, she would leave. Just like everyone else had done before. But what could be the reason this time? Maybe she would get bored, maybe she decided she didn’t really love him, maybe she found someone new, someone better.

It turned out, she didn’t want to leave, he did. And now Brad couldn’t find himself anywhere else, not when all he wanted was her. He was an open wound and every time something reminded him of her, it was like putting salt, the flesh of his skin would feel like burning, his heart would fall into the void in a loop. Brad couldn’t see past his insecurities, he had been hurt a lot before and felt foolish because once again, there he was, giving love one more chance, hoping and praying this time would be different, a part of him telling him that she was not like the others, that y/n did cared for him, but there was no use.

He tried to cover the pain with alcohol, at least feeling numb distracted him from reminiscing. Everyone around him knew, it was hard not to. He stopped hanging out with friends, instead, he stayed at home all day in his pajamas, drinking and drowning in self-pity, not even bothering in showering or shaving; he stopped writing music too, not even sad melodies would come up, he didn’t have the strength to write or even think about anything else but her; he rejected calls from everyone —including his mother—, invitations to events and parties. He secluded himself in his own world and no one seemed to be able to get him out of it.

Everyone around him knew, they knew this break up was very different from the others —not that he’s had a lot of meaningful relationships, but still—, it was heart wrenching, it was consuming him and it broke his friends’ heart to see him like this.

One night, his closest friends decided to surprise him with a hang out. They had no intention on getting him out of the house —that had been proved and tried endless times with no result—, instead, they tried a different approach by just being with him, trying to get him to talk, “maybe it will make him feel better”, James said to the group and they agreed.

“You want some whiskey?” Brad offered to his friends, lifting up the almost empty bottle.

“You barely have any whiskey left to share, mate” Tristan tried to joke.

“Nah, I’m good. There’s more in the cupboard” Brad shrugged his shoulders while he poured himself a drink and drowned it in one sip. His friends looked at each other worried when he started pouring another one just seconds after the first.

“Maybe you should go easy on the drink…” James said, unsure of what to do. Brad scoffed but didn’t listen, and started to take out the other bottle, along with more alcohol.

“You sure you don’t want?” He asked his friends again.

“You got beer?” Connor asked, giving up, thinking that maybe if he drank with him, Brad would open up.

“Sure” Brad opened the fridge and handed him a bottle. Tristan and Alex also took a bottle.

“When was the last time you showered? You’re starting to smell” Alex said, again, trying to joke.

“Yeah dude, you also need a haircut” Tristan joined.

“And to shave. That mustache isn’t a cute look” Connor added. They were trying to lighten up the mood but they achieved the opposite.

“Fuck off, I’m fine” Brad bickered. He had a mirror, he knew he looked awful, he know he should start moving on, but he couldn’t.

“Leave him, everyone has a process” James intervened.

“Thank you” Brad answered, lifting his new found bottle of beer as a thank you and took a sip.

“But I don’t think part of the process should be mixing all kinds of alcohol, mate.” James said shyly.

“Pff, bullshit” Brad groaned, “I really am fine, stop worrying, you’re annoying as fuck.”

“It’s just that this is not you, we want our friend back.” Tristan said, putting a hand on Brad’s shoulder.

“I’m here, I’m here”, he said, although he knew it wasn’t true. He wasn’t there, he wasn’t anywhere. He wasn’t himself anymore.

Eventually, his friends left and he stood alone in his living room once again, flashbacks of happier times playing inside of his mind. Times when the room was filled with laughter, when love felt so real it was almost tangible. He could almost feel her again, her arms around him, her lips kissing his face, her voice telling him it would all be okay. He broke down and after a while fell asleep on the couch, remembering and dreaming of what he had lost.

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There he was once again, standing outside the door he knew too well. He had seen that door a million times before, seen it in summer, in winter, night and day. He never cared about that goddamn door, but this time… this time he cared. That door was the only thing separating him from the love of his life. That door was an opportunity and a weapon at the same time, knocking on it could end him, breaking his heart for the last time, or it could save him, it could start glueing the pieces of his broken heart back together.

The past few months had been rough for him —to say the least—, he had a hard time adjusting to a life without her, in which he failed miserably, but he had to try one last time. He had to stop being a coward, stop being afraid of love. All this time he had been caged inside his fears, inside his own mind that he lost the one thing that he did right. Brad didn’t knew if y/n would care that he came back, he didn’t even knew what to say once they were face to face, he was full of regrets and the only thing he knew was that he missed her. He really was trying, he just hoped she knew. So he almost knocked. It was the best he could do. He really almost knocked, he tried real hard, he was just seconds away, his hand made a fist that almost touched the wooden door. Almost.

It shouldn’t be this hard to knock on someone’s door, but for Brad it was, because at the last moment, he knew he couldn’t bear with losing her again, so he stopped. He didn’t have it in him to look at her face again and not break down before she could even say something like “go away, I hate you.” He was saving himself the hurt. It was for the best.

What Brad didn’t know though, was that behind that door she was waiting for him. She was waiting for him to knock on her door, to tell her that he was sorry and that he loved her, just like all the times he had been at her door. That moment never came, she just stood there looking at her phone screen, watching him through the security camera and waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for nothing.

She was tired of it. It had been weeks of Brad coming to her house, just standing outside but never daring to knock on the door, she had watched him all those times. She knew Brad all too well, she knew he must be thinking that she hated him, so after a while, she figured it was her turn to knock on his door now. It took her about a week to pick up the courage and drive to his place but when she did, she knew there was no going back.

Brad couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw her standing there, at his door. He thought maybe it was an hallucination from all the alcohol he had been drinking, it was his mind playing him dirty. He even sobered up a little bit because of the shock of having y/n in front of him again after months and months of craving it.

“Y/n?” It sounded more like a question than a sentence, the words hardly coming out of his mouth, barely above a whisper.

“Hi” She spoke softly, almost whispering too.

“What are you doing here?”

I miss you, she wanted to say, but all that came out was: “Just wanted to know how you doing.”

“I’m doing fine, thank you” He replied politely, “How about you?”

“I’m doing good.” She peaked behind his shoulder, just to find his apartment completely trashed and looked at him with pity. When he realized, the tried to cover the view his body, but it was too late, now she knew too that he was a mess. “Can I come in?” This wasn’t part of her plan —she didn’t have one—, she was just following her heart at this point. And her heart wanted him.

He didn’t answered, instead he just moved out of the way, trying hard not to grab her and beg for forgiveness, because begging for another chance was the only thing he could think about.

“How you doing?” She asked again, this time looking at him straight in the eye, realizing that the brightness that once distinguished Brad’s eyes was no longer there, in its place, there was sadness and regret. Dark circles decorating his puppy eyes.

“I-I…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence, he was already sobbing and crying. His worst case scenario was happening, him breaking down in front of her with no apparent reason. He hated crying, he hated feeling vulnerable, but that’s what happens when you keep bottling up your emotions for three months straight, drinking them up.

Y/n didn’t move at first, she was taken back by the sudden reaction, but it didn’t take long until she was on her knees beside Brad, hugging him, caressing his hair and face, doing nothing but holding him. It didn’t make Brad feel better, actually, he felt worse. She didn’t have to do what she was doing, but still, there she was.

“I’m so sorry” Brad sobbed over and over. She knew he meant it more than anything.

“Shh, don’t be” Y/n whispered, not letting go of him, running her fingers through his curls, hoping it would help calm him down. “Want me to run you a bath? Maybe it helps you calm down a little bit, plus it seems like you need one” She offered, smiling a little.

Brad stayed quiet but nodded after a few seconds, suddenly feeling self-conscious because he and his flat looked like shit. There were bottles of alcohol scattered around the floor along with other trash, the floor was dirty, the sofa and table weren’t even in their place. He was equally as trashed, he hadn’t shave or cut his hair in three months, so there was a lot of extra hair in him, his eyes looked small because of the dark circles, his face was pale and he was thinner.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” She smiled and caressed his cheek once more before leaving, Brad couldn’t help but close his eyes for a second.

Y/n knew her way through Brad’s apartment, after all, she had spent countless days and nights there. She turned on the bath, making sure the water’s temperature was just right before going back to the living room and founding Brad exactly where she left him.

“Come, it’s ready.” She offered him her hand and guided him, not dropping his hand. In the bathroom, she helped him undress, taking sight in how his ribs were showing because of the weight loss and then making him enter the bath tub. She didn’t ask, she just started putting shampoo on her hand and washing his hair, taking her time to massage his head, playing with the few curls left. When she was done, she opened the cabinet and took out everything she needed to help him shave. “You won’t need the mustache, believe me” She told him but he didn’t answered, he just stared at her with adoration and something she couldn’t quite decipher. She took her time to help him shave too, carefully putting on the shaving cream and leaving it there for a moment before cleaning it with a razor and a towel. Both of them were enjoying the moment, they didn’t need to talk, their presence was enough and the looks they exchanged every now and then told everything. They missed each other.

“I don’t deserve you take care of me. Why are you doing this?” Brad finally talked, his eyes almost tearing up, looking at her with remorse. She looked away and sighed.

“I’m going to let you finish and get dressed, when you’re done I’ll be waiting in the living room and then we can talk, okay?” Her eyes looked for his briefly before she stood up.

“Yes.”

While Brad finished, she managed to cook something for him with the few things he had left in the fridge and started to clean up a little bit.

Brad was feeling more at peace just by hearing the faint sound of her making movement in his living room. He felt ridiculous for breaking down in front of her but reminded himself that if he wanted to be worthy of her love he needed to stop being so guarded, real love is about letting yourself be vulnerable with your partner. He finally understood what he needed to do, he was finally willing to put everything at risk for her, it didn’t mattered anymore if he got hurt, he would give anything, or everything just to spend one more night by her side. So he took a deep breath and started walking towards the living room.

“Hey, are you feeling better?” She asked kindly, “I made you a little something to eat and some tea.”

His heart melted.

“Thank you. I can’t remember when was the last time I had a decent meal.” He answered sincerely. Y/n smiled sweetly at him, she could tell he was already feeling better and was in a lighter mood. “You didn’t have to clean up this place, you know? It’s my mess, I’ll fix it.”

“Oh I know, I just got tired of waiting for you to do it.” Y/n replied. She wasn’t talking about the salon, she was talking about their relationship.

“I’m sorry.” Brad said, his gaze falling to his lap.

“I know you are. I watched you stand outside my door for 20 minutes every three days for three weeks straight.”

He blushed at the sudden revelation, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

“You saw me?” He asked.

“Yep.”

“Every day?”

“Yep.”

“And still you never opened the door? Never mind, it would’ve been worse, I didn’t know what to say then, I don’t know what to say now.”

“I was waiting for you to knock.” She simply answered and with just one look Brad knew she wasn’t only waiting for a knock on her door.

“I know I owe you more than an apology.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Yes, I do.” He took a sip of his tea.

“No, you started to walk away from me, I figured you didn’t want me anymore, you didn’t give an explanation then, so I left. You don’t need to explain it now, it doesn’t matter anymore.” He could hear his heart break when she said that, it doesn’t matter anymore was what he feared the most. He was too late.

“It matters to me” he whispered, “you’re the one thing that matters the most to me, always have been.”

“It didn’t seem like it.”

“I know…” He couldn’t look her in the eye, “I know I was wrong, I know I fucked up and hurt you. You didn’t deserve any of that, I was afraid of falling again and it turning bad for me. I love you way too much, I knew it would break me for good if you left.”

“So you left first.” She said, finally understanding what had happened when they broke up.

“Yeah, I know I drove you away and trust me, there’s not a single day I don’t regret that choice. If I could do it all over, I would chose you breaking my heart every single day for the rest of my life if it meant I could have you.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” She sobbed.

“I do mean it. I don’t want anyone else, ever. I want to wake up and find you by my side, I want you to be the person I come home to, I want to be vulnerable with you, I want to share all my insecurities, all of me with you. There’s nothing I want more than that, and I would give it all up for you.” He said, his eyes searching for hers, his body moving closer to hers, his hands holding hers.

She shaked her head. She didn’t trust him.

“It’s so easy to say it.” Y/n replied.

“Yeah, let me show you” Brad pleaded, “I won’t let you down. Not again. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.”

By this moment, both of them were in tears. Y/n didn’t dare to look at him yet, because she knew once she saw his eyes sparkling with hope and adoration, she was done.

“I love you.” He whispered and took her inside his arms. Just by hugging her he felt as if the pieces were coming back together, as if she had never left. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

She raised her eyes and found a pair of deep brown eyes already staring, brighter than the Milky Way, so she slowly leaned over, brushing her lips with his and then crashing them together.

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[imaginesxthevamps]

hi! is it okay to ask for a brad imagine where him n reader are good friends and secretly like each other, and one cute thing ab their friendship is reader jus randomly repeats brad’s sentences/words with a british accent whether he asks her smth or he just speaks his mind? surprisingly he doesn’t find it annoying but rlly cute and he jus lovingly stares at her 🥺

A loving Christmas | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 1.5k

Date: 25/12/2022

Proofread: yes, grammar and spelling mistakes can still be there

Warnings: none

Tags: Bradley Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, fanfiction, one shot, fluff, xreader, request

A/N: Surprise! I gave it a little Christmassy touch to give you all a little present. I hope you like it! Let me know what you think :))💛

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Snow is falling as your father drives through the streets of Birmingham. The houses are decorated with Christmas lights, giving the streets a cozy look. The snow even adds a little magic to it. 

You're on your way to the Simpson's house to celebrate Christmas eve. Derek is a very good friend of your father as they both work at the golf course. They even went to school together when they were kids. But it's only since a certain event that they got really close. 10 years ago when you were 15 years old, your mom got into a car accident. When she had a green light, another car from another direction crashed into her. The car from your mother crashed into a building. She survived but was in a coma for three months. The Simpsons took you in as you were a minor and still had to go to school and your father was almost always at the hospital by your mother's side. They also took your father in because he was heartbroken and thought your mother was never going to get out of this. Because of these events, your family feels like family to them and since that year you all celebrate Christmas eve together.

Your dad drives up the driveway of the Simpson's house. As you and your mother get out, your father is already taking the presents out of the back of the car. "Dad, I'll help you", you say to him and you take some of the presents over from him. Your mom is already by the door as she smiles at you two. "My two favorite Christmas elves", she says and your dad jokingly rolls his eyes. Your mom rings the doorbell and a few seconds later Brad opens the door. "Brad!", you scream. "Y/n!!", he screams back and you fall in each other's arms for a big hug. You haven't seen Brad in months because he was on tour with The Vamps. You've missed him a lot as you two are such close friends.

Brad lets all of you in and gives your mom and dad also a hug. “Mom, they are here”, Brad shouts as he takes the jackets and hangs them in a closet. Anne-Marie, Brad’s mom, and Derek appear in the doorway. “It’s so good to see you all”, she says and hugs your mother first. “It’s been way too long”, your mom says and hugs her even tighter. Your dad is already talking to Derek. “y/n sweetheart, I’m so glad to see you”, Anne Marie says and also gives you a tight hug. “Since Brad is back from tour all he is talking about is seeing you again”, she whispers in your ear. You can’t help but smile at that, you’ve been missing him a lot too.

Once everyone is done greeting each other, Anne Marie leads you to the living room. When you enter the room Jack jumps off the couch and runs over to you. He jumps up at you and you try to pet him but he is too wild from all the enthusiasm. “He loves you a lot”, Brad says. “Of course he does, he loves me more than you”, you say jokingly. Brad sticks his tongue out in response and you do the same, making him laugh. 

“So how was tour?”, you ask Brad as you sit down on the couch. “It was so fucking amazing, it felt like ages ago since we were on a stage and the crowds were amazing”. “I’m glad it was ‘fucking amazing’”, you say and you repeat the words in Brad’s typical Birmingham accent. You always do this, not to make fun of him or his accent but because you love his accent so much. Most times you fail in copying his accent as you’re not from Birmingham. Brad tells you all about tour, he tells you about every show. For a second you even forget that your families are also in the same room.

Not much later Anne-Marie says that everyone has to move to the dining table as she is going to start with the food. You’re sitting next to Natalie, Brad’s sister, and Brad is sitting in front of you. Like the child he sometimes is he is kicking your leg with his foot. “You sure you’re an adult?”, you ask him jokingly. “I’m older than you”. “I’m older than you”, you repeat in his accent, making him laugh. 

Like always Anne-Marie’s food is delicious. That’s one of the things you missed when you moved back home when your mom was better. Since then she is like a second mother to you. You love it to be here, especially because your best friend also lives here. When you lived here, you and Brad became close. He was always there to comfort you when you were sad or when you were struggling. He felt like a brother to you. He is also just a few years older than you. Through the years you became closer and closer but he doesn’t feel like a brother anymore. He feels like your soulmate, like someone who is always going to be by your side. 

After everyone is done eating you and Brad go to his room. It’s 10PM which means it’s still two hours until it’s time to open the presents. “It’s like you still live here”, you notice when you enter his room. Everything is still the same as before he moved to his own house. “I left most of my stuff here and my parents want to keep it like this. They still want me to feel at home when I’m here”, Brad explains. “They are still having it difficult with that you left I think” “It’s better than in the beginninb,but yeah, it was not easy for them as we're so close as a family”. 

You sit on the bed and Brad sits next to you. “I’ve been thinking about buying or renting my own apartment too, I’ve worked a lot the past 2 years after uni and I think it’s time”. “You go girl”, Brad says and bumps his shoulder with his. You have to smile at him, his eyes are shinier than normal which means he is truly happy. You lay down on the bed, facing the ceiling. “Do you remember 10 years ago when you were here that we would always talk about the future and how it would look?”. “Do you remember?”, you repeat him and look at him, “Of course I do, I was going to live in a villa in Los Angeles as I was going to be married to Dylan O’Brien”. Brad can’t help but laugh hysterically. “I remember you saying that, you were sooo in love with him because of that tv show, how is it called again, Teen Wolf”. “Shut up”, you laugh. You take a pillow and smash it in his face. 

Brad lays down now too. He stares into your eyes and a smile is forming on his lips. “You look beautiful tonight”. “You look beautiful tonight”, you repeat him. “Why do you always repeat me?”, he asks genuinely. “I like your accent, I’ve always done that”, you say honestly. Brad doesn’t answer, he just stares at you. “What?”, you ask him. “I think it’s cute”, he tells you. You feel your cheeks heating up and you look away from him out of embarrassment. “Don’t be shy now”, he says and diverts your head back to his with his finger on your chin. “What would I do without you, Brad?”. “What would I do without you Brad?”, Brad repeats you now. You push his arm with your hand “What? Now I can’t do the same?”. “No, you can but my accent sucks”. “No, I like it, I like your voice”. “Please that’s cringe”. “So you can give me compliments but I can’t give you them?”, Brad pretends to be offended. “You can but saying you like my voice just sounded a little bit too much”, you say. “What compliments does the lady here like then?”. “I liked it when you called me beautiful”, you say while looking at your own hands. Brad takes your hand in his. “I can say it more if you want to because it’s the truth”. Now you’re looking at him again. His look is so soft and loving. Your eyes divert from his eyes to his lips and he does the same. Slowly Brad is closing the gap between you two. You can feel his breath and you notice he is breathing more erratically, meaning that he is nervous. You feel his lips touching yours slightly. Your heart is beating fast as if it’s going to explode. 

“Sweethearts, it’s present time!”, you hear your mother scream from downstairs. As fast as you can you back off again. Without looking at Brad again, you stand up from the bed and you leave the room. “Yes mom, we’re coming down”. 

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(I hope y'all don't hate me too much for the end)

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until i found you💌

back in the old times of love; drive-in movies, picnic brunch, slow dancing, handwritten letters, love songs, and the two of us <33

a/n: new theme for 2023! being single for a long time has made me confess my hopless romantic wants and wishes into these writings. soo hopefully y'all will enjoy reading these! At the moment, I will be writing for Bradley Simpson, Charles Leclerc and Lando Norris. In case i feel like writing for anyone else, will be updated here.

happy reading <33

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Protocol

Pairing: Brad Simpson x reader

Synopsis: the boys chase a drunk Brad down the street as he tries to make things right with you

Masterlist

“Hello?” Brad called out as he walked into the house. “I’m home.”

“Brad?” You froze in your tracks as a chill went down your spine. He came into your shared bedroom with an unsuspecting smile on his face, making your hands clench around the box in your hands.

“Hi darling.” He greeted you as he set his suitcase on the ground.

“What are you doing here?” You asked softly.

“I live here.” He teased before his eyes fell on the box in your hands. His face crumpled as he read “picture frames” written on the side in your handwriting.

“What are you doing?” He asked weakly, eyes never leaving the box.

“You said you were coming home tomorrow.” You reminded him.

“My flight was changed.” He told you. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “You weren’t supposed to be home.”

“What are you doing?” He repeated, firmly this time. You looked down at the box, unable to look him in the eyes as he slowly figured out what was happening.

“I’m leaving.” You mumbled without lifting your head. Brad slowly looked around the room, finally seeing how empty it was without your belongings. He looked at you in confusion and you nearly broke down.

“You.” You continued. “I’m leaving you.”

“What?” His asked, voice cracking. “Why?”

“You’re never here.” You told him with a shaking voice. “I’m on my own more than I’m with you. And when you’re gone, you don’t call. You don’t call or text or really give me any sort of indication that you remember me. I can’t do this anymore, Brad. I’m done.”

“But...what?” He rubbed his face as he tried to process what you were saying.

“I’m not happy, Brad.” You said weakly. “You’re a perfect boyfriend when you’re home but the second you leave for tour, it’s like I don’t exist.”

“That’s not true.” He protested.

“Its not?” You laughed sadly. “We hardly ever speak. Look at your phone. When was the last time you texted me?”

Brad took out his phone, sure that you were wrong. He looked at his messages and sure enough, you were right.

“Wednesday.” He answered sheepishly.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “It’s Monday.”

“You’re leaving me because I haven’t texted you in a few days?” He asked.

“It’s not just that.” You whined and walked past him. He ran after you and stood in front of you.

“Then what is it?” He asked as he blocked your path.

“I shouldn’t have to explain it to you. You should know.” You said and tried to move past him.

“But I don’t. Please, baby. I don’t understand.”

You stopped trying to get past him and looked into his glassy eyes. It took everything in you not to unpack the box and stay with him. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew you had to leave.

“Bradley.” You sighed. “I wake up every morning and I have no idea if you love me or not. I can’t keep waiting for you to let me be a part of your life. I have to go.”

You walked past him and went out the front door with him following behind you.

“Please.” He begged. “Don’t leave. I can change.”

“I’ve heard that before.” You said as you walked faster to your car. You tried to open your car door but he put his hand on it to keep it closed.

“It will be different this time.” He assured you. “I promise.”

You looked at all your belongings in the backseat of your car for a minute before looking back at him. He was silently begging you to stay as tears slipped from his eyes.

“I just can’t believe you.” You shook your head. “I’m sorry.”

You walked around the car and got in the front seat but he caught the door before you could shut it.

“But, darling.” He cried. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” You told him. His eyes lit up as he hoped that meant you were changing your mind.

“It’s just not enough.” You continued. His hand slipped off the door in shock, and you were able to shut it. He watched you pull away as tears fell from his eyes, and that’s when he knew he had lost.

2 months later

The boys were sitting around in Tristan’s living room, all mindlessly scrolling through their phones. Brad noticed James smile suddenly, then look at Conner and Tristan. They shook their heads at him and James quickly put his phone down.

“What?” Brad asked when he noticed the strange interaction. The boys exchanged a look, and silently decided not to lie to Brad.

“Y/n just congratulated me on All Night hitting 500 million streams on Spotify.” James explained. Brad stiffened when he heard your name and looked to the other boys.

“Yeah.” Tristan nodded slowly. “She texted me too.”

“I wonder how she’s been.” Connor said, earning a glare from Tristan and James. Brad let out a defeated sigh and rubbed his face, also wondering how you had been. He couldn’t find the words to say, so he just hung his head in shame.

“Sorry, mate.” Connor apologized. “I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

“It’s fine.” Brad shrugged as he got up. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sipped it while looking out the window.

“I talked to Kirstie’s friend from work. Remember I told you about Heather?” James changed the subject. “She said she’d go out with you tonight if you want.”

“Sure.” Brad replied, hardly listening.

“Give her a chance mate.” James suggested. “You might like her.”

“Yeah.” Tristan agreed. “Especially since Y/n-“

Tristan was cut off with a harsh series of hushes from the other boys. Brad returned his attention to them, knowing they were trying to keep something from him.

“What about Y/n?” He asked.

“Nothing.” Connor said as he glared at Tristan.

“Tris.” Brad singled him out. Tristan looked at him apologetically and sighed.

“I heard shes seeing someone.” He admitted. Brad stumbled backwards a little as the wind was knocked out of him. He sat back down in the living room and stared at the wall.

“Dude.” James hit his arm.

“He asked.” Tristan defended himself. “And he was gonna find out eventually.”

“Brad, you okay?” Connor asked.

“I’m fine.” Brad replied as he wiped his eyes. “When does that Hannah want to meet?”

“It’s Heather.” James corrected. “And she said anytime.”

“All right.” Brad downed the rest of his beer and stood up. “I’m ready. Text me the address.”

“Don’t you want to get dressed?” James asked kindly, noticing Brad’s week old pajamas.

“I am dressed.” Brad gestured to himself.

“When was the last time you showered?” Tristan wondered.

“Or shaved?” Connor added.

“Wednesday.” Brad shrugged.

“Mate.” Connor sighed. “It’s Monday.”

“Well if she doesn’t like me for me, she’s more the one.” Brad gave them a tipsy smile and opened the front door.

“Okay.” James said wearily. “Have fun.”

Less than two hours later, Brad stumbled back through the front door and flopped onto the couch.

“Hey, man.” James greeted when he heard Brad come in. “How’d it go?”

“Horrible.” Brad mumbled. “She ordered Y/n’s favorite drink and it was downhill from there.”

“Brad.” James sighed and rubbed his friends back.

“James.” Brad whined. “I don’t need you to play matchmaker for me. I don’t want anyone else. I want Y/n. I miss her.”

“I’m sorry, mate.” He said. “But it’s over with Y/n. You have to move on.””

“I can’t move on.” Brad teared up again. “I love her.”

“I know you do.” James nodded. “But you can love her from a distance.”

“No.” Brad decided as he struggled it stand up. “I have to go to her house. I can talk some sense into her.”

Connor walked into the room right as James was trying to reign Brad in.

“What’s he doing?” Connor asked as he helped keep Brad in place.

“He’s drunk.” James explained. “And he’s trying to go to Y/n’s house.”

“I have to see her.” Brad slurred and went for the door.

“Woah woah woah.” Connor held him back. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“She’ll listen to me.” Brad declared. “She’ll listen this time. I know she will.”

“I think you should lie down and get some sleep.” James suggested.

“No.” Brad broke free from their grasp. “I’m going to her flat.”

“You can’t drive. You’re drunk.” Connor reminded him.

“I’ll walk.” Brad said as he went out the front door.

“Oh no.” Connor groaned. “Grab him.”

Connor and James chased Brad down the hall right as Tristan was coming up the elevator.

“Woah. Where’s he going?” He asked.

“To Y/n’s house.” James quickly explained as Brad ran out the front door of the apartment building. “Oh no. He got away!”

The boys quickly ran out of the apartment and searched the street for where Brad had gone.

“Brad!” Tristan called. “Where did you go?”

“Oh God.” Connor spotted him in the distance. “He’s running down the street.”

“Come on.” James sighed. “We have to get him.”

The boys chased Brad down the street, but never caught up to them. Even while drunk, he was faster than them. Brad found your apartment building and easily made it past the doorman. The boys finally caught up to him in the hallway by your door.

“Brad.” James tugged his arm towards the elevator. “We have to go home.”

“No.” Brad fought back. “I have to see her. I have to get her back.”

“You can’t just show up there.” Connor protested. “She won’t open the door.”

“I have to talk to her.” Brad slurred. “I have to try.”

“Just let him go.” Tristan sighed. “We’re not gonna be able to stop him.”

James reluctantly let go of Brads arm and let him go to your door.

“Y/n!” Brad called as he knocked on your door. “Open the door please.”

“Come on. You saw her door. Let’s go home.” James tried to tug him again.

“Y/n!” He ignored James and called again.

“She’s not home, mate.” Tristan shrugged. “Let’s go.”

“No. I have to see her.” He cried and knocked again. “Y/n. It’s Bradley. Open the door please.”

Suddenly, you opened your front door to see the boys with their arms around Brad, attempting to pull him away.

“Brad?” You asked when your eyes fell on him. Brad’s face softened and for a minute, he was stone cold sober. You couldn’t help but smile a little at him after not seeing him for months.

“We’re sorry.” James apologized. “We couldn’t stop him.”

“Hi darling.” Brad said weakly.

“Hi.” You chuckled a little at the sight in front of you. “Is he drunk?”

“Out of his mind.” Connor confirmed.

“I’m so sorry for everything.” Brad told you. “I’m sorry I drove you to leave.”

“Brad.” You said softly, finally seeing how broken he was without you. Your heart physically hurt from how badly you missed him.

“Please take me back.” He begged. “I miss you so much. I just want...”

Before he coudk finish his sentence, he passed out on the floor with a hard thud.

“Oh my God.” You gasped as stated at his limp body. “Is he okay?”

“I’m sorry.” Connor grabbed his leg and began to tug it. “We’ll take him home.”

“Wait. It’s okay.” You stopped him. “I’ll take care of him.”

“Are you sure?” Tristan asked.

“Yeah. I dated him for three years. I know how to take care of him.” You smiled softly.

“All right.” Tristan nodded. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too. I miss you guys.” You said as you pulled them into a group hug.

“We miss you.” Connor said as he patted your back. “Just keep an eye on him, okay? He does this a lot. It’s the first time he’s been able to slip through our fingers.”

“I’ll look after him.” You assured them. “And I’ll see you all soon.”

“See you.” James called as they walked towards your elevator. With the boys gone, you turned your full attention to Brad.

“Come on.” You shook him gently. “It’s time to get up.”

“Y/n?” Brad asked in a daze as he slowly woke up.

“Yeah, it’s me.” You chuckled as you tried to lift him. “God, you’re heavy. Woah, and stinky.”

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled from the ground.

“I know. Stand up.” You commanded, and this time he listened. He slowly stood up and swayed a little on his feet.

“We’re going inside, okay?” You said as you wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Lean on me.”

You helped Brad into your apartment as he hung on your side like dead weight. His head was buried in your hair as you slowly helped him inside.

“You smell good.” He slurred in your ear.

“I wish I could say the same for you.” You teased as you held your breath. You carefully brought him to your couch and began to set him down.

“All right. Easy does it.” You said as you took his arm off of you and let him sit. Brad slumped on your couch like a rag doll and ran his fingers over the material.

“This is your couch?” He asked sleepily.

“Yeah.” You told him. “The previous owner left it.”

Brad winced a little as he remembered that you no longer lived with him and now had a place of your own.

“It’s nice.” He smiled weakly. “We used to have a couch together.”

“Yeah. We used to have a lot together.” You said softly as you sat next to him on the couch. Even though he was drunk, you could see the remorse in Brad’s eyes. He rubbed your couch with his hand and pouted.

“I miss that.” He mumbled. “I miss you.”

“I know, bear.” You modded. “Me too.”

“It’s been so long since you called me that.” He smiled a little when he heard his old nickname from your lips.

“I know.” You chuckled. “We haven’t talked in a while.”

“It’s my fault.” His smile fell. “I fucked everything up.”

“Yeah.” You said quietly. “You did.”

“I’m so sorry.” He told you. “I’ll never stop being sorry.”

“I’d be a lot more willing to forgive you if you took a shower.” You scrunched your nose at him.

“I can do that.” He laughed in his drunken state and tried to stand up. He almost fell over, but you quickly caught him.

“Come on.” You laughed as helped him walk towards the bathroom. “Into the bathroom.”

You lead him into the bathroom and let him lean against you as you walked. You told him it was to help keep him on his feet, but you really just missed his touch.

“Okay.” You pushed the bathroom door open. “We’re here. This is my shower.”

Brad stared at it for a minute as if he’d never seen a shower before.

“How do I use it?” He looked to you for help.

“You just turn the knob.” You laughed and turned the knob towards the hot water.

“Thats too much responsibility for me”. Brad mumbled under his breath.

“Its okay. It’s already warm.” You said as you ran your hand under the water. “Shampoo and conditioner are on the floor. The soap is in the dish.”

As you turned around, you saw Brad tangled up in his shirt with his arms crossed.

“Oh no.” You chuckled. “What happened here?”

“I’m stuck.” His voice was muffled behind the shirt over his head.

“I can see that. Come here.” You gestured for him to come over and he stumbled towards you. You helped him pull his shirt the rest of the way off, reminding you of that way you used to be. He flushed a little under your gaze, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

“You stink.” You scrunched your nose up again when his must hit you.

“I know.” He smiled a little. “Sorry.”

“I took one of your razors by accident. It’s in the cabinet behind the mirror.” You told him. “Use it, please. You look like a pedophile.”

“I’ll use it.” He said, never taking his eyes off you. You stared back at him as you fought the urge to lean in and kiss him right there. You took a step back before you could get ahead of yourself and patted his chest.

“Okay.” You smiled shyly at him. “Have fun in there.”

“I’ll try.” He called after you as you left the bathroom.

When Brad came out of the shower, there was a pile of his clothes sitting on the counter. You had stolen enough of his clothes to throw together an outfit for him. Next to the clothes was a glass of water and some aspirin. He got dresses, popped the pills in his mouth and downed the water before finding his razor in the cabinet.

Once he was done, he padded back into your kitchen and found you sitting at the island.

“There you are.” You smiled at him. “Much better.”

“I feel better.” He told you. “I puked in your toilet though.”

“Well then it’s a good thing I made you some food to fill back up.” You said as you put a plate of eggs and toast in front of him. He looked at you gratefully before digging in.

“Thank you so much.” He said with a mouthful. “I haven eaten in hours.”

“Really? You didn’t eat on your date?” You asked as you put another glass of water by his plate.

“I was hardly even there.” He shook his head. “I drank half the bar though. Wait, how did you know about my date?”

“Tris tells me everything.” You chuckled. “I knew you were on your way here before you even left.”

“Damn.” He laughed as well. You sat in comfortably silence until Brad remembered what drove him to get drunk in the first place. “He told me you were seeing someone.” He said without making eye contact with you.

“It’s not serious.” You shrugged. “It’s only been a few dates.”

Brad felt sick to his stomach as you confirmed his worst nightmare.

“Does he call when he says he will?” He laughed humorlessly.

“Yeah.” You smiled sadly. “And he texts me too.”

“Wow.” Brad rolled his eyes and took a bite of his toast. You got up and poured hot water into a mug before putting his favorite tea bag in it.

“And he owns his own business so he works whatever hours he wants.” You continued as you set the mug in front of him. “No weeks away in other cities.”

“He sounds perfect.” Brad mumbled as he took a sip of his tea.

“Yeah.” You nodded as you sat back down. “I wouldn’t really know, though.”

“Why not?” Brad perked up.

“Cause when I’m with him, all I think about is you.” You said sheepishly. Brad froze and looked at you hopefully when he heard you say this. You gave him a small smile and leaned your chin in your hand, raising your eyebrow a little to tell him the ball was in his court.

“I don’t deserve a second chance from you.” He shook his head. “I don’t deserve any of this.”

“Maybe not.” You agreed. “But I’m giving you one anyway.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” He wondered. “You never had to open the door. But you let me in, cleaned me up and made me all this food. I broke your heart, remember? Why would you do all this for me?”

“Because I love you.” You said simply. “And l’ve been miserable without you. I should’ve stayed and worked things out. I can’t tell you how much I regret leaving like that.”

“It’s okay.” He nodded and put his hand on top of yours. “It was my fault. I drove you to leave. But I promise, if you come back, everything will be different. I’ll call you so much, you’ll get sick of me. And I’ll start taking you with me on tour. No more months away. I promise.”

“I really want to believe you.” You sighed and toyed with his fingers. “I already know you’re sorry. You left me about 40 voicemails telling me that you are. You’re lucky I haven’t turned one into a song yet.”

“I guess I am pretty lucky.” He chuckled slightly.

“I still might.” You teased. “Next time you piss me off, I’m making a single out of “y/nnnn. I miss you. Please take me back” and getting on the charts.”

“Please don’t.” He whined as he got out of his seat and walked around the kitchen island to be near you.

“As long as you keep your word and make some changes, I won’t have to.” You smiled softly now that he was close to you.

“Thank you for letting me in tonight.” He spoke softly as he eyes stayed on your lips. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome, bear.” Your lips tugged into a full smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your forehead against his, relishing in his warmth. Brad took the initiative to lean forward and kiss you for the first time in two months. Three actually, since he’d been away on tour. You pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, feeling like you never wanted to pull away.

“Thank you for taking me back. I love you so much.” He mumbled against your lips. You rested your head on his shoulder and gently swayed with him in the kitchen, missing him more than words can say.

“I love you too, bear.”

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MASTERLIST

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I currently write about: Sebastian Stan; Bucky Barnes; Loki; Tom Hiddleston; Brad Simpson...(this may grow☺️)

Sebastian Stan (WIP)

Set in love(complete)

Y/N is an up and coming actress, so far only accomplishing small background roles in shows. But when a role is a new movie is a possibility, what will stop her getting the role. Maybe a crush on a certain actor? Where 2 co stars fall in love.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Final

After all these years

You and Sebastian have been beat friends for years, but what happens when flirting leads to love?

Bucky Barnes(WIP)

The 4 stages of hate to love

Y/N and Bucky despise each other. But what will sleep, showers and mission do to resolve that?

Secrets

Love is an amazing emotion, but it can also be very scary. Bucky and You are besotted with each other... yet only you know.

Breaking down contact barriers

Bucky was never a physical contact type guy, not even a handshake. Y/N was the opposite, but her powers slowly break his barriers.

Brad Simpson(WIP)

Loki (not currently writing)

'most fascinating view I've ever seen in all my 1000 years alive'-Loki

Loki is new to the Avengers compound and lays his eyes on a view he cannot seem to deny.

Tom Hiddleston (not currently writing)

How is there traffic at 4am?

Tom and Y/N are dating, but with Toms busy schedule, late nights waiting and sleepy cuddling are common.

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For You | Brad Simpson pt 2.

Summary | You and Brad have been together for almost a year, you both are happy together. You are even going on tour with Brad and the other boys and you couldn't be more happy, but ever since you got those hate messages from some "fans" you try your hardest to stay happy and not ruin the tour for Brad and the boys.

Words | 1.52k

pairings | brad simpson x fem reader

warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing

***

“Why do you want to leave?” He asked.

“I feel like I made you mad and yeah I know I should have told you about the messages, but I thought if I ignored them and blocked them then they would leave me alone. So I think the best thing to do is go back home.” I said.

Brad sits on the bed quietly, his hands run through his curly hair and I can tell he is still irritated. 

“I'm not mad at you, just upset that you didn't come to me when all of this was happening, I told you I can put a stop to it, but you don't want me to. Why's that?

“Because I don't need you to fight my battles for me.” I blurted out. 

Brad gets up and walks to the door.

“B, I didn't mean it that way.” I said.

“Maybe, we should take a break from each other.” He said walking out of the hotel room.

Tears started to fall down my cheeks and I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in there, at this point I missed my flight, and I don't know what to do now.

***

“Hey, is everything okay?” Kirstie asked Brad.

“We kind of had a disagreement, and we are on a break.” Brad said in front of everyone.

Kirstie went to see if y/n was okay, but once she went into the hotel room she noticed that y/n was gone, but her suitcases and everything was still in the room, even her phone. James came into the room to check on y/n as well.

“Where is she?” James asked.

“I don't know, all of her stuff is still here, maybe she went to get fresh air.” Kirstie said.

***

I needed fresh air, away from everyone, to think things through. I didn't want it to end up like this Brad breaking up with me, all because I didn't tell him about his fans hating me, for what, I don't know exactly what for. Maybe dating a celebrity was a wrong thing, but I don't see Brad as a celebrity, I see him as a normal, fun, outgoing, down to earth guy, who loves to spend time with family and friends and do normal things. I saw a couple of fans still waiting at the place where the boys are performing at, I guess they have another meet and greet. A few of them noticed me and came walking up to me.

“Aren't you dating Brad?” One of the girls said. I just nod my head.

“We noticed there are a couple of fan pages that have been hating on you, but we just want you to know we love you, and we are sorry people are mean and cruel, and if it's okay can we take a picture with you?” Another girl said.

“Thank you, and of course.” I said.

I talked to them for a few more minutes. I wasn't going in the building, I decided to explore France, which I was supposed to be doing with Brad, but things changed. I saw a cute little café, I went in and ordered a coffee and just sat there enjoying the view.

***

Brad's trying to enjoy the meet and greet, but with everything going on he seems more irritated and even some of the fans have noticed. The same group of girls that met with y/n was next in line and they started to talk about y/n, and Brad overheard them talking about the drama between y/n and those fan pages. Brad decided to walk out of the meet and greet, he tried calling y/n, but it went straight to voice-mail. Brad walks back to the hotel hoping that you're still there so he can apologize for what happened. Once he gets in he sees you watching tv.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said, I was mad at myself for not noticing what was happening, I don't want a break at all, I tried calling you, but I guess you don't want to talk to me. I wouldn't blame you. Brad said.

“I just came back in and my phone is dead, don't be mad at yourself, you didn't know, and I'm sorry for not telling you I just wanted you to have a fun tour, not have to worry about anything. I got you something. I saw this and thought of you.” I said grabbing a small box and handing it to Brad.

He opens it and inside is a small red heart necklace that I thought was cute for Brad. He immediately puts it on and hugs me.

“Thank you, I love it and I love you so fucking much.” Brad said.

He grabs my face gently and kisses me. He pushes me on the bed and gets on top of me. 

“I want you so bad, I need you now.” Brad said in between kisses.

“What are you waiting for then?” I said tugging on his shirt hinting him to take it off.

Before we got any further, there was a knock at the door.

“Just ignore it.” I said as I  unbuttoned his pants.

“Brad, open up.” James yelled.

Brad groans and gets up and button his pants. I fix myself and sit up from the bed. Brad opens the door and James and Kirstie come walking in.

“We were worried about you both, is everything okay.” James asked.

“Yes, we were actually in the middle of a TV show.” Brad lied. 

James looked at the tv and laughed, but before he got to say something Kirstie grabbed him and walked out of the room.

“We'll see you both in the morning.” She said pushing James out and closing the door. 

“Now where were we?” He asked, pushing me against the wall.

I started to unbutton his pants again, he was only in his boxers this time.

“It's your turn.” He said, pulling my shirt off of me.

"Make me yours.", I breathe out and his hands caress the length of my legs, pulling my pants down. He looks me in the eyes as his hands go back to my thighs. He grabs my thong, taking it off.

"You'll be mine after tonight". Brad says as he caresses my legs, pulling them apart gently, he drops to his knees, positioning his head between my legs. My cheeks burn and I gulp when his mouth starts kissing on my inner thighs, All of a sudden he stands up.

“Come on no teasing.” I whined. He picks me up and lightly throws me on the bed.

“There won't be any teasing.” He whispers.

“Wait, do you have a condom?” 

“No, but we should be fine without.” He said.

 He guides himself inside me, little by little like it was our first time. We both moan when it slides all the way in. He slowly slides in and out of me. He moves, as he's hovering over me, his arms on both sides of my head, and he buries his face into my neck, kissing and biting at my sweet spots. 

We end the night together in a relaxing warm bath.

“How about you and I go explore France together tomorrow.” 

“I'd love that.” I said snuggling into him.

Brad's phone rings and he gets up from the tub and wraps a towel around his waist and grabs his phone and answers it. The look on his face tells me it's bad news, I get out and wrap a towel around me and wait until he's done talking to whoever it is.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing, just Joe telling me to be on my best behavior tomorrow night.” He said.

“That reminds me, I have to go tell the boys about one of the songs I added in.” He said.

***

Brad is walking to Joe's room, and knocks on the door waiting for him to let him in. Once he get in he pace back and forth.

“Could we possibly take it down?” Brad asked.

“Yeah, but it'll take some time to, don't worry we'll take it down, hopefully tomorrow y/n will not see it.” Joe said.

Brad's walking back to the room, once he walks in he sees y/n sound asleep. He covers her and kisses her forehead. Brad walks to Jame's room.

“Is everything okay?” James asked.

“Do you remember that night in Italy at the club?” Brad asked.

“Yeah, why.”

“Well someone sent out the video of me and tris and a group of girls, I don't remember it at all and well to me it looks bad like I cheated on y/n, and if she sees it, she'll break up with me. Joe's trying to take it down before y/n sees it.” Brad said.

“You did nothing wrong, I know it may look like that but y/n will not believe any of it. Trust me she loves you man, and we all know nothing happened during that time.” James said.

“I just hope y/n doesn't see it.” Brad said.

Author: Thank you for all the love on the first part! And I hope you all like this one as well!

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