#brad simpson fluff

[arcticharrie]

yeah… that’s hot 😩

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[beth-yeet365]

“You’ll be the death of me” - bws

Pairing: Bradley Will Simpson x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: You’re Tristan’s cousin and just gotten together with Brad, Tristan’s bandmate. You share a flat with the both of them but during this honeymoon phase you and Brad find yourselves in, you also want some more umm... space;) Basically the three you and Brad try to get it on and the fourth time you’re successful

Word count: 4k+

Warnings: mentions of sex, implied sex, cheeky Brad and reader, alcohol consumption, motherly cousin Tris

A/N: This is sort of a part two to “We’re not finished” but you can read both separately. If you haven’t read “We’re not finished” you can find on my masterlist :))

my masterlist, if you so please

*flashbacks are in small italics*

THE FIRST TIME 

You’ve recently moved into a flat with your cousin, Tristan, and Brad. It was for economic reasons since living in London is expensive but you and Tris always had such a close bond and you were quite fond of Bradley. Well, more than fond since he is now your boyfriend. How Tristan found out was less than fortunate...

You couldn’t think straight as his now swollen lips moved down to kiss your jaw and neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He would suck, then lick your skin to soothe it.

To say the boy was talented was an understatement.

You could feel him smile against the skin on your collarbone when he found that spot that would’ve made you fall if you were standing up.

“We’re home again!“ Tris’ holler interrupted your little session, making Brad groan and fall on top of you.

“We brought the champagne!“ James then hollers.

You both moved away from each other and sat up.

“Coming!“ Brad yells back at them which you were grateful for because you didn’t trust you own voice.

“You go ahead,“ Brad tells you. “I have to just sort something out.“ 

You snicker at him.

“We’re not finished,“ you tell him before walking out the door, smiling like an idiot ‘cause you couldn’t contain your happiness and the feeling of bliss.

One thing you forgot before greeting them was checking yourself in a mirror before greeting the guys.

“Hey guys!“ You greet.

“Uh, hey Y/N,“ James greets you back, holding back a chuckle.

Connor turned away to try and calm his laughter.

“Brad! Why does Y/N have hickeys down her neck!?“ Tris shouts while walking to your bedroom.

And currently you find yourself in sort of the same situation. 

Tris is out shopping which left you and Brad alone in the flat. You never wanted to have sex while he was home, out of respect, but also because you couldn’t bear to think about him overhearing you guys. There were a lot of things that you didn’t mind but that would be too awkward. 

So here you both were, breathing heavily out of desire, on the sofa. You were straddling your boyfriend’s lap in just your jeans and bra, making out with your boyfriend. His hands around your waist, and yours around his neck. Brad’s hands then moved down to your butt giving it a good squeeze, eliciting a small giggle from you. You both broke away from each other. 

Brad looked deeply into your eyes and brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out. “And much, much too good for me.”

You buried your head in the crevice of where his neck meets his shoulder, suddenly feeling shy. You could smell his almost intoxicating cologne. He brought his arms around your waist to bring you even closer to his body. 

“Hmm, do I make you shy?” He playfully asks. You can practically see his cheeky smile. You nod, still tucked away in his shoulder.

“Damn you, for doing what you do to me, Bradley,” you mumble making him laugh. You weren’t a shy person. You always went after what you wanted and didn’t think about what others thought. Never afraid to speak your mind and great to start new conversations. Those are only some of Brad’s favourite things about you but seeing you so bashful from his compliment, seeing you hide yourself away made him laugh. 

“And what, may I ask, do I do to you, y/n/n?”

The fucker. 

You finally move your head up and meet his smile with your unimpressed look. “You know what you do.”

“Oh, yeah?” He asks and you nod. “Is it this?”

He moves his mouth down your neck with featherlight kisses. He moves both of you around so you end up lying under him on the sofa. As he continues his downwards towards your bra, you move your legs up and wrap them around his waist. 

It quickly gets heated again and you both don’t hear Tris coming home with the groceries, too occupied with each other to pay attention to the world around you.

“Shit!” an exclaim break you apart. You end up kicking poor Bradley off of you and onto the floor. “I thought I said no sex on the couch, Jesus! I sit on that and the boys sit there!” 

Tris’ clear exasperation makes both of you laugh out loud. 

“We promise not to have sex on the sofa, Tris, don’t worry,” you manage to get out in between laughs. 

“Yeah, we had plans to move it to the bedroom,” Brad adds to your promise.

“Well just to refresh your memory and please, for my sake, put your top back on y/n;” Tris says and throws you your top. You blush and put it on. Tris then walks away to the kitchen to put the groceries away you presume.

“You know, you have really strong legs, darling,” Brad referencing to you kicking him off the couch, nursing his hip. “Don’t make it a habit ‘cause it really hurts.

You only laugh more.

THE SECOND TIME

You were sat playing drums as usual. Your own personal outlet. You never wanted to pursue it like Tristan, it was only meant as a hobby. It’s an electronic set so you won’t annoy any neighbours but you will always prefer a real drum set to the electronic. It’s just not the same.

You’re alone in the flat as Brad and Tris are in the studio with Connor and James to work on songs, preparing for their upcoming tour. You decided to stay back to spend time to yourself and also let them work. Living with the guys was fun but sometimes it’s nice to have time to yourself.

You are working on new skills and playing along to songs. The set is in the living room as you didn’t quite have enough space in your own room and then the guys could also get some joy out of it. 

You see the guys come in before you hear them as you’re wearing headphones. they both wave at you and you stop and take the headphones off.

“Hey, how’d it go?” you ask and get up from your stool.

“Oh, it was great! We actually finished a song and I wanna get your feedback on something, y/n/n,” Tris says, salutes you and walking to his room.

“Looking forward to it,” you answer, reciprocating the gesture. You turn towards your boyfriend. “How are you?” you ask him, giving him a peck on the lips making him smile.

“Oh, I’m fine what about you?” He asks back. “Saw you were whacking the drums you do know how much more attractive you are when you’re playing, right?”

“No but tell me more,” you smile, you lead him to the kitchen. “Want any tea?” you ask him to which he nods. You put the kettle on and put out the mugs and fetch the tea bags.

You see Brad leaning against the kitchen counter. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck and he reciprocates by wrapping his around your waist. You kiss him and you stay like that for a little while. 

“The studio was good?” you ask him. 

“Yeah it was, we played around with some new techniques and Tris is really excited to show you what he’s working on,” he answers. 

“Good to hear and I love seeing you talk about the things you love,” you tell him. “Your face lights up and you get this smile on your face and you get really passionate.”

The kettle starts howling and you move to turn it off. You pour the boiling water over the teabags and let them sit to draw for a while.

You move back to Brad’s warm embrace in the same position as before and brush some curls out of his eyes while he doesn’t say anything. He looks at you with adoration and leans down to kiss you. Your lips move together in perfect sync innocently at first and it gets a bit heated. His hands move once again down to your butt and give it a good squeeze. Though, this time you don’t giggle as it only drives you crazy. 

“You know I never considered you an arse guy, Brad,” Tris disturbs you. You try to move away but Brad just pulls you back in again. You manage to pull away though to get your tea before it gets too strong. You fetch milk from the fridge for the both of you.

“Well, usually not but-”

“I beg you not to finish that sentence, Brad,” Tris interrupts him. 

“Yes, me too,” you say to save yourself the mortification. 

“What? You love it,” he says and smacks said body part. In front of Tris.

“Bradley!” you exclaim. 

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that and burn that moment from my memory and go back to my room,” Tris tells both of you and does exactly what he said to do.

 “You’re gonna be the death of me, Bradley Will Simpson,” you tell him. 

He pulls you into him again, your back against his chest. “What a shame, I was hoping to keep you around for a while.”

THE THIRD TIME

Brad and yourself were getting antsy. You both wanted some alone time so you took every chance you got. 

“I’m going out, see you guys later!” Tris shouts.

You hear the door slam shut and you and Brad quickly find each other. His hands on your hair and yours already under his shirt. Your desperation clearly portrayed in your kiss. You gripped his shirt and pulled upwards as to gesture for him to take it off. He took notice and broke away to take off his shirt. He threw it away somewhere while moving mindlessly to his bedroom. On the way, you bumped into various things surely leaving a trail of mixed items on the floor. He tugged on your shirt as if to ask if it was okay to take it off. You made a noise of consent and off it went. 

You finally made it to his bed. The back of your knees met the foot of the bed and Brad gently pushed you down. Falling down on top of the duvet you crawled up to rest your head on the pillows. Brad crawls on top of you the messy curls on top of his head hanging down, too tempting not to play with his hair. You continue your make out like that until you roll around so you’re on top. 

You move your lips down his neck. You could hear his labored breaths and you smile at the effect you have on him. His hands move once again down to your arse surprise. You move away from his neck and back up to his lips. When you pull away, his teeth lightly tug on your lips. 

“You really are an arse guy, Bradley,” you tell him, your hands caressing his jaw. He lightly chuckles at that and gives it a good squeeze. 

“Can’t help it,” he says. “It’s a nice place to rest my hands.”

“Doesn’t seem to be doing much resting,” you tell him. 

“Yeah, maybe, but it is a really nice arse,” he shrugs. “Must be all the drumming.”

“Must be,” you laugh. 

You go back to making out. His hands stay the same place as before but yours move down to his belt buckle. You fiddle with it for a while before finally getting it open. You manage to also unbutton his jeans.

You hear distant laughing but you think nothing of it because Brad’s hands move up to unfasten your bra. He does so with skill and easily manages to do so. The bra straps fall down your shoulders making it easy to take it off. 

“Hey, did you guys forget these? WOAH that is way more of y/n that I ever wanted to see!” a voice yells. 

You quickly roll off of Brad and turn away from who you recognize to be James in midst of the frenzy. He was stood there like a deer caught in headlights holding both of your t-shirts. You cover up your boobs, still with your back turned. 

“Oh, fuck off, James!” Brad shouts and gets up from the bed and shuts the door. You hear some rustling and Brad hands you your bra. 

“Thank you,” you thank him. You put it back on. It was very quiet in the bedroom. Too many thoughts were running through your head. You laid down on the bed with your hands over your face. 

What just happened? What did he see and how much?!

Brad laid down beside you and moved your hands off your face. He gingerly kissed both of your hands. 

“That was way more than I ever wanted James, or Connor for that much if it were to happen, to ever see of me,” you tell him. 

“Yeah same,” Brad agrees. 

“Pfft, you guys have probably seen a lot of each other on tour it’s not like he’s seen you in just your jeans before!” you sputter. 

“Oh no no no, I meant you, you are only reserved for me,” Brad explains and pulls you into his side. 

“You’re quite possessive, Bradley,” you chuckle. 

“Well it comes with having a girl is gorgeous as you, love,” he tells you. He gently kisses you and you reciprocate. You break it off before it can go any further.

“We should probably go out and face them,” you say. 

“Yeah, probably. Want a t-shirt?” he asks you.

“Yes, please I’m not going out in just my bra,” you answer.

Brad rummages through his closet and throws you an old t-shirt. You thank him and sort yourself out to make yourself look presentable. 

You walk out with Brad, hand in hand. It’s very quiet in the living room. You assume that the guys are there. James most likely told them what he saw.

Oh God, I hope not.

“And the lovebirds have revealed themselves!” Tris announces. 

“Filthy animals,” Connor remarks. 

“Sorry to say but what were you expecting?” Brad asks, and sits down on the couch, taking you with him. You sit on his lap curled up, glad that he’s talking for you since you’re still recovering. “You clearly saw our clothes on the floor since James is still clutching them.”

“Did you forget that the boys were coming over?” Tris asks. 

At that you look at each other sheepishly. You had forgotten the reason for Tris’ outing. Oops. 

The boys were coming over because they were going on a UK tour in two weeks and wanted to talk some of the last things over before taking off.

“I’m so sorry, y/n,” James apologizes. “I did not mean to see all of... that.”

“It’s okay, James, but could we forget about this, please?” you ask. “And could we get our shirts back?”

“Yes, of course,” James all but throws you your shirts, clearly finding this situation extremely awkward. Well, it is awkward. 

“We had something to ask you, y/n, though” Tris says. “Well, Brad, did.”

“Yeah,” Brad continues. “Would you like to go on tour with us?”

This caught you by surprise. You expected to visit them every once in a while but this was a great invitation. It would be lonely in the flat all by yourself and you would miss them for the few months they’d be away. 

“Yes, of course I would!” You exclaim. Brad smiles brightly and pecks your lips kindly. 

“We thought it would be nice and Lucy and Kirstie will be visiting a few times as well,” Connor explains. 

“If you both can keep your hands to yourself on the bus,” Tris comments to both you and Brad. 

“Of course, we promise,” Brad assures them. 

“I think the problem lies with you, mister,” you tell him. He gasps, shocked at your accusation. 

“It takes two to have sex, love, thought you’d know,” he teases. 

“Not to go too deep into the topic but the amount of times I’ve caught you making out you have been the all too eager one, Brad,” Tris says. “I have seen too much of you groping my poor cousin.” he shudders with disgust. 

Laughs are exchanged and the boys continue to poke fun at you and Brad.

THE SUCCESSFUL TIME

Things had gone well on tour. The boys were currently performing their last show at the O2 in London. You and Brad had kept your promise from that evening in the flat. It was fun being on the road with the guys and you got closer to Lucy and Kirstie. It’s also your birthday tomorrow and tonight is the big afterparty to celebrate finishing tour.

Currently you were watching the performance from the wings of the stage. They’re halfway through the last song before they bid goodnight to the crowd. You were there with Lucy and Kirstie dancing around since you aren’t allowed to sing while on the wings of the stage. You will never get tired of seeing Brad in his element jumping and dancing around the stage with the boys. 

Sooner or later they were exiting the stage and Brad came running towards you, captured you in an embrace that lifted you off the ground. You laughed at his excitement. He set you down again and you give him a chaste kiss.

“You did great out there,” you tell him. “You all did.” You also hugged Tris which he reciprocated. 

“Thanks, y/n, even though it is always nice to go on tour it’s nice to come back home to your own bed and such,” James said and kissed his wife Kirstie.

“I could imagine that,” you say. “I sure miss mine.”

“Your bed is also very nice, nicer than mine,” Brad agrees.

“Yeah, you should know all about that,” Connor remarks. 

“Okay, enough about this we have an afterparty to get to and I have champagne!” Lucy says holding two bottles of champagne by their necks. 

The boys cheer and Brad pulls you along as he rushes you to the dressing room where friends, family, and crew have gathered to celebrate the last show of the tour. 

The music was pounding and the energy high. Everyone was dancing and drinking and there was a fully stocked bar to make your own drinks. You met new people and Brad’s sister, Natalie, and become good friends with her. 

The clock soon struck midnight and the music stopped. You looked around, confused. Everybody else didn’t seem to think it was weird. In fact, they were smiling. You had been dancing with Lucy and Kirstie and they were smiling like cheshire cats.

 “Happy birthday to you!” 

You turn around to see the boys singing holding a cake with candles on top. You could not stop smiling feeling overwhelmed with happiness to have such good friends and a boyfriend like Brad.

“Happy birthday, dear y/n! Happy birthday to you!” They finish and hold out the cake for you to blow out the candles. They cheer and you hear loads of birthday wishes. You hug all the boys and leave Brad for last. You kiss him passionately not caring about the people watching. 

“Thank you everybody and please help yourselves to slice!” you tell them and the party resumes. 

You dance a bit with Brad, loving every minute of your birthday. 

“Wanna do shots?” You ask him over the music. He nods in agreement and you pull him towards the bar. You hold two bottles up, one vodka and one tequila, as if to ask him which one. He pointed to the vodka one and you nod. You line up three shot glasses for the both of you and pour the liquid into the glasses. 

You cheer and start downing the shots. You don’t flinch but welcome the burn of the alcohol and the effect it has on you. You both move back to the dance floor getting more frisky by the minute. Grinding on him, moving to the music and kissing and making out. You feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and see Tris. 

“Can we talk?” He asks over the music. 

“Yes, of course!” you answer. You kiss Brad on the cheek and follow Tris as he walks to the bar. 

“Want a beer?” He asks and you nod yes and he hands you one. 

You sit down on a bar stool and crack it open on the counter top. “What did you wanna talk about?”

“Just to be clear this is not a birthday present but it may feel like it,” he starts. “I’m crashing at Con’s place tonight... thought you might want some alone time with Brad. Some privacy.”

You smile at him. This is why you love having Tris as your cousin. 

“Aww, thank you, Tris, that means a lot,” you tell him. 

“You’re welcome, y/n/n,” he answers. “Wear protection! I wouldn’t survive having yours and Brad’s children running around.”

You only laugh and hug him. You go back to the dance floor and dance until the guests have left and stay with the guys to clean up. 

“Really, y/n, you should go,” Connor tells you. “It’s your birthday.” You’re told for the fiftieth time this night. 

“Yes we’ll handle it,” Lucy assures you, as does the rest. 

“Are you sure though?” you ask them and they make sounds of agreement. “You ready to go?” you ask Brad. He nods and collects yours and his things. You hug them all goodnight and thank them for tonight. 

Brad orders an uber to take you both home as you’re in no condition to drive home yourselves and have no car either at the arena. The car arrives and you hop in. 

“Isn’t Tris coming home with us?” Brad asks.

“Nope, he’s crashing at Connor’s,” you tell him. “He told me at the party. He didn’t tell you?” he shakes his no. Then smirks.

“Does that mean we have the place to ourselves until morning?” He asks an you nod. 

The ride is silent but filled with tension. Brad’s hand moves up and down your thigh and you can hardly contain your thumping heart. When you arrive at the flat you quickly scramble out of the car and pay the driver. 

When in the elevator you start making out. The elevator opens again and you both stumble out continuing your kisses. You manage to open the front door in your love-drunken haze. Inside, Brad slams it shut with his foot and make your way to the bedroom. You only leave a trail of clothes behind you not knocking things over this time. Desperation has filled you both long enough.

You’re pushed against a wall and Brad kisses down your neck, sucking and biting and soothing. 

“Your room or mine?” you ask, out of breath.

“Yours,” he mumbles against your neck.

You push him out of there and pull him into your bedroom. You’re on the bed much like you guys’ first kiss. 

“Have your way with me, kind sir,” you laugh.

“I think you’re wrong, y/n y/l/n, you’ll be the death of me.”

THE NEXT MORNING

You woke up to something tickling.

You open your eyes and see Brad looking at you. He was brushing some of your hair behind your ears. You smile at him and he smiles back. 

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologizes in his raspy morning voice. 

How is it possible for him to already make your heart melt?

“Mmm, it is something I could get used to. What’s the time?” you ask.

“A bit over ten and happy birthday, birthday girl,” he says and kisses you. 

“Thank you, Bradley,” you tell him. “Thank you for last night.”

“You’re welcome, love, birthdays are supposed to be special occasions. How are you doing?”

“’m okay, a bit sore though,” you answer. “But that is to be expected after the three rounds of sex last night.”

“You mean this morning,” he teases. “But it’s not too bad, right?”

His concern about your wellbeing is endearing and makes your heart fill with adoration. His hands move underneath your duvet and grip your naked waist and pull you closer to his warm body. 

“No, it’s not too bad,” you ease his thoughts. 

“Does that mean you’d be good for a round four?”

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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)

The Vamps requests are open

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[fallingforel]

Hi can i request prompts 9, 10, 16 & 20 w Brad Simpson? Could be kinda angsty but also fluff please

A/n I've been so slow recently a lot has been going on but I'm slowly working through requests so here it is and lets get on with the showwww 😅😅😅

prompts 9,10,16 & 20 “I could never leave you behind.”, “Come with me.” “Drop the attitude.” “You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

words: 1,835

It was a great night, Brad performing to a sold out arena show, with his best mates by his side. It was honestly such a pinch me moment for all of us 20,000 people out there tonight. I had been there for all of it, I didn't mean to give them their break It happened when I was working for EMI I mentioned that my boyfriend had a band one day when he asked what my plans was and said that I was watching my boyfriends band performed, he came that night and then offered them a record deal and it just happened in a whirlwind.

But as I was saying it was a good night...until it wasn't Brad had bought out Sabrina, the one girl I didn't get along with. She made it her mission to break me and Brad up, but it didn't work. However when he was up there with her it hurt me because he seemed so in love with her when they were singing together. Ultimately, I knew it wasn't the truth but I'm a chronic overthinker and it's things like this that send me into overdrive with my overthinking.

Brad didn't know I was here tonight, thinking that I had to work late tonight. So that just made it worse, I was genuinely working late but as I work at his record label and everyone knew I was his girlfriend, Kirstie my bestfriend in the workplace, took over my work so that I could surprise him tonight.

However, I still went backstage to congratulate everyone, I still cared and who was I to turn down a drink with my best mates? They deserved it especially after coming down from a tempestuous high. Alcohol and good music in the green room was the best way to do this, so I went to go find them.

"JAMES!" I shouted spotting the tall blonde boy from a few metres infront of me, "Y/N! what are you doing here? Brad told us you were at work." "well I was. But Kirstie took over my work so that I could be here tonight knowing it was your o2 show tonight. You guys did so good!" I said ending my sentence with a bit more enthusiasm than usual. "Kirstie is so good to you, you'll have to bring her to one of our concerts sometime! I know we'd all love to meet her" "Oh James! She'd love that. Not to mention you two would be perfect for eachother!" "well, that gives you even more reason to bring her round. C'mon drinks are calling our names. May I?" He asks politely making a loop with his arm on his hip. Gesturing for me to link my arm in his, which I nod to.

After just a few twists of the hallway we were at the green room and as soon as I opened the door noticing Brad and Sabrina laughing together, all close as well. But, I was soon distracted by Connor and Tris shouting "Y/N!" at me, followed by both of them wrapping their arms around me. After niceties were made I soon had a vodka cranberry passed to me by Brad, followed by a kiss where he went in for the lips but I turned my head, so it landed on my cheek. Brad clearly upset by it said "Drop the attitude, Y/n. It's not the look you think it is" "yeah it is, especially when I'm pissed off at you" which earnt a few oohs from the other lads in the room which made Brad go off to the balcony where Sabrina fled to when I entered the room.

"Hey Y/n" James said sitting next to me, after watching my face drop when Brad left the room to join Sabrina. "You know you have nothing to worry about right?" "really? Cause you say that...but." I say leaving it up for guesses before being dragged up by Connor to join them in dancing to whatever random song was playing.

After a few songs I had to refill my drink it was a bit too empty for my liking. "What did you mean by what you said earlier?" James asks scaring me because I didn't hear him approaching me due to the loud music that was playing right now. "Nothing that concerns you. You have nothing to worry about Jamesy. Brad and I are fine. Dandy in fact."

"You see. You can't get away with saying that you and Brad are dandy because dandy's your truth hiding word." "Truth hiding word?" "Everyone has one... Tristan's is honestly, Connor's is haha, you know that sarcastic laugh he has?" he asks which earns a nod from me. "Thats his. Brad's is fine. And yours is Dandy." "Whats yours?" "C'mon you seriously don't know? I'm your best mate! surely you know!" "Yeah I do, Its okay. You always say it with a frown on your face. THAT'S yours. I was just testing you Jamesy" I say patting him on the shoulder before walking off to rejoin the party. "That's true, you tricked me! You're trying to change the subject! Don't walk off from me!" "JUST DID MCVEY!" I say while putting my middle finger over my shoulder.

As soon as I rejoined the party (just Tristan and Connor) I felt a force pull me down and my arse hit something soft... which was the sofa, and the force being James "now come on tell me, what's really going on with you and Brad?" "fine but not here...out the room" "okay" is all he says before he's pulling me up from the sofa and pulling me out of the room.

"spill." "Ever since Brad met Sabrina they've always been close, she's tried to break us up, It's clear she feels the same way I feel about him. And what was I supposed to think tonight when she was up there with all you, with Brad singing lovingly, him too. At the one concert I wasn't supposed to be at. How do you think that makes Brad look" "Bad..." is all he replies with realising how it all looks.

"like he's cheating on me, and I know he probably isn't but it's the way it looks James. What else am I supposed to think? How else am I supposed to react? like everything is A-okay between us? I think not... I'm never gonna act that way because I'm not what she is." "Which is what?" "fake blonde and fake as fuck...Now let's get back I need Connor and Tristan to bring my mood back up" which earns a laugh from James before we walk back into the room where Brad and Sabrina had now joined them dancing.

"Y/n!" Brad exclaims before he's pulling me into the dancefloor. which I pull away from and slump on the sofa. James joins them though, switching places with Brad who joins me on the sofa. "You don't seem like yourself tonight, Y/n" Is what he says breaking the ultimate silence between us not the room.

"mmh, wonder why you think when you've only been in the same room as me for all of 5 minutes, before running off with SaBrInA" "Oh come on Y/n I went out for air, And she was helping me set up something" "what for the two of you?" "no for you and I." he says which makes me tilt my head to the side in confusion.

"Come with me, I want to show you something" he takes my hand and pulls me off the sofa still holding my hand before dragging me out to the balcony, where it was set up with a little table with a red gingham print table cloth and red wine on either side, fairy lights keeping the light so we could actually see what was going on. "You did all this for me?" "I kinda knew you'd be here tonight, I asked Kirstie if she could get you away, I knew I needed you to not be near me the whole night so I thought I'd act like I was with Sabrina the whole night and act dumbfounded. I needed to set all this up." I shove his side lightly. "You idiot, I hate you," "You love me." "You're right I do. Unfortunately." "OH come on it's not that unfortunate sweetheart." "Damn! why do you have to be right everytime!" is all I say before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling in for a kiss on his lips.

We stay like that for a few minutes, before he pulls away. "There is actually a reason I did all this though." Is all he says before he drops down slowly onto one knee and pulls a box out of his pocket.

and I'm saying yes before I even realise how old I am, though I don't think it ever mattered between Brad and I how young we are.

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1 year later

"I understand you have both written vows, Brad if you'd like to say yours to Y/n first?"

"Y/n ever since we were little I always said that I'd be there through everything even if I didn't understand what it meant just hearing our mums say it to eachother meant it must be important, when we got to 11 I didn't realise I was in love with you until you were on your first date with some guys name I don't remember, then at 14 you confessed that you loved me and thought you always had. What you didn't realise was that every night I was secretly praying to whoever was listening up above to make you in love with me too and it happened. Then at 16 you gave me my big break at your internship with EMI and she thought I would leave her behind. But Y/n darling I could never leave you behind. and here we are at 20 together, 6 long years of us being in a relationship. 20 years of friendship and we've been through everything together, And I'm still going to be here together through everything"

"Brad, where do I even begin? Even though I say James is my bestfriend, you are, you always have been, but you've been more than that. At 7, my mum told me that a husband should be your bestfriend someone that doesn't feel like a chore to be with, someone you'd rather spend time with than be away from. And that's exactly what you've been from the very beginning. Even though we're only 20 right now I know we're it for eachother, we'll be both lasts and firsts and I think that's how we're made to be, together or apart I'll love you forever" Is all I say before he's pulling me in for a kiss and dipping me down. Earning a standing ovation from everyone and making the couples kiss. Safe to say, we bought Kirstie and James together, because front row they were kissing for the first time.

#brad simpson x y/n #brad simpson angst #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson fluff #brad simpson imagine #bradley simpson #the vamps #brad simpson #james mcvey #connor ball #tristan evans

[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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[just-my-type-x]

Masterlist

✨smut ; 🌺fluff; 🥶angst; 💌 normal/playful

Colby Brock

Constructive Arguments ✨🥶

A Scare At The Bellaire ✨🥶

A Hot Mess ✨🌺

The Other Way Around 🌺🥶

Chill Day Headcanon 🌺

Playtime Headcanon ✨

Black Swan Inn 🌺

You're fucking with my head 🥶

Hot Piece ✨🥶-ish

Say My Name Like It's Holy ✨🥶

Thinking About You Playlist Headcanon 🌺

Not So Sneaky Afterall 💌

Call Me By My Name ✨

"Colby, i swear to God..." 💌✨-ish

Not So Shy 🌺💌

Everything I Didn't Say 🌺

Evil Lurks Here 🌺

If You Weren't Here 🌺🥶-ish

Will You Marry Me? Headcanon 🌺

Another Pretty Lie 🥶

Make Up Your Mind 🌺💌

Mizpah Hotel 💌✨-ish

Unholy ✨🥶

Bitch, U Better Be Joking 🥶

Detective Brock 🥶

Spoiled Surprise 💌🌺

Ghostly Encounter 💌🌺

The Aftermath (Part 2 for Hot Piece) ✨

Home Alone 💌🌺

The Lighthouse 🥶🌺

Old Washoe Club 🌺

Late Night In 💌🌺

Hate The Game 🥶✨

Brad Simpson

Mob The Vamps 🥶

Love Again pt 1 🌺🥶, pt 2 ✨🥶, pt 3 🌺✨

Lover Of Mine 🌺🥶✨

Drive Me Insane ✨

Don't Talk Nonsense, Darling ✨

Hush ✨

Jealousy Headcanon 💌

Protective Headcanon 💌

Naughtiness Headcanon ✨

Boyfriend Headcanon 💌

Making You Feel Better Headcanon 🌺💌

Best Of Both Worlds Headcanon ✨💌

Forever Yours ✨🌺

Birthday King✨

Countryside Escapade ✨

Just My Type/Dating a Brazilian Headcanon 💌🌺

Nice To Meet Ya 💌🌺

A Team Headcanon 💌🌺

Hell Week Headcanon 💌🌺

Sleeping with Brad Headcanon 💌🌺

My Day One 🥶🌺

Vampire Headcanon 🥶🌺💌

Playful Fingers Headcanon ✨

Call Time ✨

It Feels Too Good 🌺💌✨-ish

Tying You Up Headcanon ✨

Showstopper 🥶

You're A Vibe (Part 2 for Showstopper)🥶✨

Deadline For Love 💌

"Be a good girl" (Part 2 for DFL) ✨

Sweet Dreams 🌺✨-ish

Flirtationship ✨

"Eyes Up Here" 🥶✨

"I'd Get On My Knees For You" 🥶✨

Friendly Much 🥶✨

Smoke and Fire 🥶

Untouchable 🥶

New Us 🌺💌

Talk is Cheap 🌺💌

Another Me🌺💌

Mr. and Mrs. Simpson ✨

Night Outs and Nightclubs 🥶✨-ish

Little White Dress 🥶✨-ish

Body On Me ✨

Tell Me How You Really Feel 🥶

Glass Half Full 🥶

Honey, You Got All Of Me ✨

Most Feels Aren't Temporary 🌺✨

Tit For Tat 🥶✨

If Brad Simpson was ur boyfriend 🌺

Curly Heads and Caffè Lattes ✨

Tristan Evans

Naked Confessions ✨

Dylan O'brien & characters

From enemies to lovers 🥶✨

Misunderstood Smiles 🥶✨

Love Yourself 🌺

An unusual context // Stiles Stilinski 🥶✨

Things Take Time // Mitch Rapp ✨

Victorian Habits 🌺💌

Cody Christian & characters

Fixing You // Asher Adams 🌺

Not So Evil After All // Theo Raeken 🥶🌺

"Champagne" // Asher Adams 🌺✨

#masterlist #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #brad simpson #colby brock #stiles stilinski #the vamps #dylan o'brien smut #colby brock imagine #sam and colby #colby brock smut #sam and colby imagine #brad simpson smut #brad simpson imagine #bradley simpson #stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinski imagine #mitch rapp #mitch rap imagine #mitch rapp smut #cody christian #cody christian all american #cody christian smut #cody christian imagine #all american #all american asher adams #asher adams #asher adams imagine #noah beck #noah beck imagine

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I posted 26 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

6 posts created (23%)

20 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 6 of my posts in 2022

#fezco x reader - 3 posts

#dominic fike x reader - 3 posts

#tom holland x reader - 3 posts

#euphoria - 2 posts

#peter parker x reader - 2 posts

#euphoria imagine - 2 posts

#brad simpson x reader - 2 posts

#nate jacobs x reader - 2 posts

#angus cloud x reader - 2 posts

#vinnie hacker x reader - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 33 characters

#tom holland peter parker x reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

MASTERLIST

Fezco:

-Butterflies

Dominic Fike:

- Headcanon: Dating Dominic

Tom Holland:

- Love Songs (Peter Parker)

Brad Simpson:

-coming soon

Zabdiel De Jesus:

-coming soon

Nate Jacobs:

-coming soon

Calum Hood:

-coming soon

Vinnie Hacker:

-coming soon

99 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#4

REQUESTS

Hey loves! I wanted to start a blog cause I enjoy reading the works of others. I wanna take requests from those who would like to submit any. The people I will write for are listed below, if there is someone different you would like me to write for, put it in the request! I don't have many rules, but if I don't feel comfortable with a request I will not write it. Please give me some time if you do request something I will definitely try to get it done asap. I don't mind writing smut but I am definitely not the best at it. If you have any requests you can submit them in the request link on my account! Thank you so much!

Rules:

-Please be respectful

-Specify the gender pronouns, I will assume female pronouns

-Please be specific in the details of your request

-Please be specific in character preferences

I will write:

-Scenarios

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content

I will not write:

-Anything that I am not comfortable with writing

-Anything that may offend someone's sexuality, gender, identity, or ethnicity

-Dylan O'Brien (Stiles Stilinksi, Mitch Rapp, Thomas)

-Sebastian Stan (Bucky Barnes)

-5 Seconds of Summer

-Calum Hood

-Luke Hemmings

-Ashton Irwin

-Michael Clifford

-Jack Harlow

-Kian Lawley

-JC Caylen

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116 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#3

Love Songs

Summary: You and Peter are best friends and get seated together on the plane for the trip to Europe. Thanks to turbulence you and Peter have a moment.

Requested by @gpiggy98

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I paired this imagine with Love Songs by Maggie Lindemann, listen to it while reading it! Enjoy, let me know what you think!

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom's) x You

Word Count: 870 words

Warnings: Fluff

https://youtu.be/C84k1OgZre4

You and Peter have been best friends since you moved into the apartment next door to him. You two were always together, most people assumed the two of you were dating. But that wasn't the case you were just friends. Every time someone would ask if you were a couple Peter was always quick to tell them you were just friends. It was freshman year that you felt different when he would call you his best friend. Then it hit you realized you had a crush on Peter. You knew you needed to keep it a secret.

You were getting ready to go to the airport for the Europe trip. A knock on the door lets you know that Peter is ready to go. You go to let him in and you see the way he looks at you with his cute smile

"Hey Pete"

"Hey, you ready yet? I called for the taxi it should be here in like five minutes"

"Yea, give me a second to grab my stuff," you tell him walking towards your room to grab your bag

"Let me help you," he says when you walk back out pulling your suitcase.

"I got it," you tell him.

"No, let me be a gentleman and help you," he smiles.

You grin at his antics and let him get the suitcase. He grabs your suitcase along with his and you two go to the elevator to the lobby of your building to get into your taxi. He puts your bags in the trunk and you get in the taxi.

"Are you excited?" he asks you

"Yes, but I'm a little nervous. I've never been on a plane before" you tell him honestly.

"You'll be okay, hopefully, we get paired up to sit together," he says with the smile that gives you butterflies

When the two of you get to the airport you check in your bags, go through security and meet up with the rest of the people going on the trip. You and Peter check in with the teachers and let them know you guys are there. Peter goes to say hi to Ned, while you find a spot to sit. The teacher then calls for everyone to come over, that they have announcements to make on how things will work when we reach Prague. You pretty much zone out for most of the speech due to mostly everyone talking over them. You pay attention when they say something regarding seating on the plane

"You can sit with who you want, you all need to pair up, you are all old enough to make smart decisions on where you sit, please make good choices"

You feel eyes on you, you instantly look up to find Peter looking at you smiling. When the teacher finishes their speech, Peter walks over to you.

“You ready to go,” he asks you

“Yup”

The two of you follow the rest of the group into the line to check-in. You scan your ticket and walk on the plane with Peter. The two of you find your seats, put your bags up and sit for the flight. You take the window seat and Peter sits in the middle. You start feeling a bit nervous when the plane gets going. Peter taps your leg you look at him passing you an earbud. You put it on hearing one of your favorite songs playing

"I'll take away the hurt"

"Tell me all your fears"

"And if you're feelin' scared, I'll be here"

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218 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

Dating Dominic Headcanon

Pairing: Dominic Fike x You

Request by @gaiath: Hi can I please request dating Headcanons for Dominic Fike?

A/N: Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy!

-Dominic always come to you for your opinion on his outfits

-He always tries to take you with him wherever he goes

-He's always there for you no matter what

-He calls you babydoll

-He loves seeing you get along with his family especially his mom and his little sister

-The two of you take his sister out whenever you go to Florida

-He takes you to Naples to show you where he grew up

-He loves to go on trips with you

-He loves going on adventures with you

-You always go to the studio to watch him record

-You help him with writing songs

-He takes you with him on set for Euphoria

-He loves to spoil you

-You to go to all of his shows

-He's always holding your hand

-He loves to cuddle with you

-He loves to just be in your presence

344 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Butterflies

Summary: You and Fezco never really hung out or got to know each other. But when you two end up sharing a blunt alone, things get a little heated.

Pairing: Fezco x You

Warnings: Smoking, Mentioning of drugs, Language

Word Count: 1,054 words

You and Rue have been friends for years, when you found out she ended up in rehab you honestly were terrified. You always told her that she needed to stop, you never did anything stronger than smoke weed.

Rue just texted you that she was on her way to your house to hang out. Knowing Rue that meant she wanted to go get some stuff from Fez. That's all the two of you did together anymore since she got outta rehab and she became friends with Jules.

You hear a knock coming from the window, you look over to see Rue standing there.

"Hey bitch" you say letting her in.

"Wassup, you ready?" she asks.

"Yea, where we goin'?" you ask her already having an idea.

"To Fez's to chill," she says.

You two walk outside and start your walk to the gas station, it's about a twenty-minute walk from where you live.

"Where you been lately?" you ask Rue

"Around, with Jules mostly," she tells you

"What's up with you two? You dating" you ask

"Kinda, not really. All I know is, I like her a lot" she says

You smile, you've never seen her like this. You two finally make it to Fez's. Rue starts knocking on the door mad hard. Ash opens the door looking mad asf

"Why the fuck you knockin' like the cops' bro?" he asks

"Cause I can," Rue says walking in the house

"Hey Ash," you say walking in after Rue

"Come right in then," Ash says closing the door behind us

Rue and I walk into the house and into the living room. Fez is sitting on the couch on his phone. He looks up to see who walked in

"Rue I told you I'm not giving you any more drugs," he tells her

"C'mon Fez, I just need a couple," Rue says

"No Rue, you just got outta rehab and shit. You needa stop messin' with this shit" he tells her

Her phone starts ringing, she answers it and talks for a minute. She hangs up the phone

"I gotta go," she says getting up and leaving without a word. Once the door slams shut. Fezco looks at me and asks

"What'd you need?"

"Just give me my regular," you say now wanting to get outta his house.

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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

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“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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Hi! can you please do 14, 19 and 24 with Brad???

Prompt(s): ‘great what did you bring home this time?’ ‘I can’t- I can’t believe you actually remembered.’ and ‘You okay? You seem a little bit off lately.’

Prompt List: August Week One

She blinked rapidly letting out a soft chuckle as she heard Amanda groan from somewhere in the apartment. She was being nice and supportive allowing a few of her mates to crash at her place, the storm was stronger than they expected.  Since moving off campus last semester it was save to say her three bedroom flat had become the groups safe haven. 

“Tell me why we were blessed to be sharing a place with these blokes..” she mumbled holding an empty bag of crips. Chewing on her inner cheek, y/n looked back at her and shrugged her shoulders. 

“Let’s just make the best of it, yeah?” she hummed scrolling through some document her had had forward. He had promised if she tried to learn the family business he’d buy her a flat. “plus, it’s not everyday you get to live with fit lads, enjoy it babe.” 

“Hate when you’re right..” 

y/n let out a soft chuckle before going back to her work, eyes scanning the documents making the changes necessary, and adding a few notes and things she needed to be clarified and some suggestions. An hour and a half later, she was almost down a glass of wine in hand when the door to the flat slammed open. Hushed voices in the walkway catching her and Amanda’s attention. 

Looking towards the hallway her eyes were meet, with a pair of nervous brown ones. She frowned at the curly hair boy who was blocking the walkway. 

“You okay?” she asked licking her lips, chosen to ignore the warmth that spread through her as their eyes meet. “You seem a little bit off lately...” she added as he looked around the room. 

“What, no yeah...” She rose her glass before taken a sip. 

Amanda rolled her eyes knowing something was definitely up, chosen to ignore whatever plan Bradley, Jacob and Ben had up their sleeves. Announce she was gonna get a head start on dinner she stood up, watching as Jacob quickly came to bloke the entrance as she walked passed with with a raised eyebrow. 

“great what did you bring home this time?” she mumbled walking past them trying to peck into the hallway. 

“Nothing that concerns you blondie..” Jacob smirked as he leaned forward causing her to shove him lightly. 

“God you’re so annoying, hope y/n kicks you blocks out.” 

“You're just jealous she has a soft spot for curly here..” Ben smirked as Amanda waved him off, causing y/n to roll her eyes as she drowned the rest of her drinks. 

“Seriously what did you lads drag back here now..” she sighed sending from the chair she was on.Hand resting on her hips as a small white dog slipped between Bradley’s leg. 

“Shit, Peaches!” he huffed running after the pup. She watched with wide eyes as the small fur ball stopped by her feet. 

“Peaches?” 

She watched as he bent down picking the small white puppy in his arms. Eyes locked on her own as he stood up straight. She couldn’t help but reach forward letting her fingers touch the soft fur with a small chuckle. 

“Who’s dog is this.” 

“Your’s.” 

“Wait what?” 

“Just hear my out, the other day when we were driving up for the footie match you told me how lonely it got here alone. Your birthday is coming, so happy birthday..” he chuckled nervously as he handed you the small dog. 

“Its a Maltese..” He nodded with a soft chuckle. 

“Yeah, you told me they were cute..” 

“I can’t- I can’t believe you actually remembered.” he waved her off going back to the hallway to get all the essentials she would need for the time being. 

“Got you a few things too, you don’t have to keep the name peaches. The lads and I just thought it fit.” 

“Bradley Simpson you sure know a way to a girl’s heart.” 

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[mistrose23]

I love you - B. Simpson

DISCLAIMER: Just pretend that the boys didn’t release the song “For You” already AND Teresa is not a real person, I made her up. Enjoy and happy holidays!

SUMMARY: A Brad Simpson Christmas fluff. Y/N and Brad are spending the Christmas holidays together. The band is also there with their partners. Fluff fluff fluff

WARNINGS: F L U F F & some sexual innuendos

WORD COUNT: 4088

* “Bab” is Birmingham slang, it’s used as an affectionate term for “love or dear”

December 23rd

The cold British air hit Y/N her face, when she reached the top of the underground staircase. She tightened her scarf around her neck, and she put on her gloves. Y/N sped up her pace with one grocery back in each hand and she made her way home. Today she had her last day of work before the Christmas holidays and she was so happy that she had some free time. With Brad and the boys their tour and her busy work schedule, Y/N hadn’t seen her boyfriend that much the last couple of months. Brad would be home when she would return. He and the boys were writing some songs for their new album for next year. Y/N was getting used to the routine they had. Songwriting, recording, putting the album together, releasing some singles, promoting the songs, releasing the album, promoting their album, going on tour and then they had some free time.

When Y/N walked around the corner and went into her street, something cold and wet hit her face. She looked up to the sky and saw that it was snowing. A smile appeared on her face and she rushed to the apartment building where Brad and she lived. Brad and Y/N were dating for five years now and they are living together for two years. They had never been happier. Y/N reached the front door, so she put down the grocery bags and unlocked the door with her keys. Y/N also pressed the doorbell to their apartment.

After a few seconds, she could hear Brad’s voice over the intercom. ‘Hello?’

‘Brad, could you open the front door for me in a second?’ Y/N said. ‘I went grocery shopping and -’

‘Hi, love,’ he interrupted her, and she could hear the smile in his voice. ‘Of course, see you in a bit.’

Y/N blushed and smiled, and she thanked him. Quickly she walked inside, kicked the door shut and walked towards the elevator. Luckily, the door was already open. Y/N stepped inside, and she pressed the button to their floor. Within a couple of seconds, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Y/N was greeted by a blond-haired boy with a big smile on his face.

‘Tris!’ she yelled.

Y/N picked up the bags and, put them down again outside the elevator and she jumped into his arms. Tristan was one of her best friends. She met the boys through some mutual friends and Y/N hit it off with Tristan immediately. But the curly brown-haired boy caught her eye. They went on a date because of Connor and James. They knew from Tristan that Y/N had a crush on the singer, so the two guys made a plan to trick them. James told her that they were all going out for dinner just because and Connor told Brad the same. At first they were a bit shy and awkward, but after a few minutes the two were laughing and talking and swooning. Brad and Y/N even kissed that night. And now all of that is history.

Tristan brought Y/N back from her daydream by crushing her bones. ‘I missed you so much. You look so good. How was work?’

Y/N laughed. ‘Easy. I missed you too. Work was fine, I’m very happy that I’m free for two weeks. How are you?’

He released her slowly and grabbed the bags. ‘Good, little bit tired. Happy to see you.’

‘Oh, Tris, no, I can carry those,’ she argued.

‘No, you just returned from work,’ Tristan said while shrugging his shoulders.

‘Yes and you just returned from tour today,’ Y/N argued again. ‘Plus, you guys are working right now.’

He raised his eyebrow. ‘Let me be a gentleman please.’

She giggled and nodded. ‘Fine, let’s go. I want to kiss my man.’

‘Gross,’ Tristan laughed.

She shot him a playful glare. ‘I bet you didn’t say that when Teresa wanted to kiss you.’

‘Don’t drag my wife into this,’ he shot back, but with a wink.

‘Wife...’ Y/N mumbled. ‘I never thought that you would be the first one to get married.’

‘Me neither, I always thought that it would be James,’ Tristan chuckled. He and Teresa just got married three months ago. ‘Or you and Brad. Honestly, I can’t believe that he didn’t got down on his knees already.’

‘Believe me, he goes down on his knees regularly,’ Y/N said with a chuckle.

A few seconds passed until she realized what she said. Immediately, Y/N eyed Tristan and he looked at her with raised eyebrows. The look on his face made Y/N laugh.

‘Yeah, I didn’t really need to know that,’ Tristan mumbled, but he smiled.

‘I’m sorry, Tris,’ the woman said, still laughing. ‘Come on, let’s go.’

They walked down the hallway towards the open door. Another blond man was standing in the doorway and Y/N shrieked.

‘Connor!’ she said happily, and she ran into his arms.

‘Hey there,’ he greeted her, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. ‘It’s good to see you.’

‘Missed you, Con,’ Y/N mumbled.

‘Y/N!’ someone yelled.

She peaked over Connor his shoulder and she saw James. He stood in the kitchen with a cup in his hands.

‘Go,’ Connor said to her and he released her.

He walked towards Tristan and took one of the bags from him, while Y/N made her way into the apartment.

James put down his cup and he hugged Y/N tightly. ‘Hi, sweetheart.’

‘Hey, James,’ Y/N said, and she hugged him back.

‘Would you like a cup of tea?’ he asked her. ‘I was just making some for lads.’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Y/N nodded. ‘Thank you. How are you?’

‘Good!’ James replied and he took another mug from the cabinet. ‘I’m really glad to be home for the holidays.’

‘Same,’ she replied, and she took off her coat, scarf and gloves.

She hung her scarf and coat on the coatrack, and she put her gloves in a drawer in the hall.

‘Where do you want the bags, Y/N?’ Connor asked her.

‘In the kitchen, thank you, lads,’ Y/N replied.

‘Anytime, Y/N,’ Tristan said when he placed one bag in the kitchen. ‘Where is that man of yours? I thought you said something about kissing him.’

James and Connor laughed, while James handed the two lads and the woman a cup of tea.

‘He wanted to finish a part of the lyrics of For You,’ James said, and he took a seat at the kitchen island.

‘Oi, Brad!’ Connor yelled and he sat down next to James. ‘Your lady is home and she wants to snog you!’

‘Connor!’ Y/N scoffed. She started to unpack the groceries and within a second, Tristan helped her as well. He put everything on the counter, so that she could put everything in the cabinets. ‘Would you turn on the radio, James?’

Y/N turned around when the music filled the room and she began to put some cereals and biscuits in the cabinet, but then she felt two arms wrap around her waist. Y/N shrieked and almost bumped her head against the cabinet door.

‘I heard that someone wanted to snog me,’ someone whispered in her ear and she felt goosebumps.

She knew it was Brad, so she slowly closed the cabinet door and she turned around in his arms. There he stood, right in front of her, their chests were almost touching. His curly hair was a bit longer than the last time she saw him, and his eyes were sparkling.

‘Brad,’ she whispered, and she blinked a few times. ‘Hi.’

‘Hi, bab,’ Brad smiled, and he kissed her forehead. ‘I missed you.’

‘I missed you too,’ Y/N mumbled, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She needed his touch and she needed his body against hers as close as possible. Brad chuckled and he pulled her even tighter in his grasp. Y/N put her nose in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply, she needed to smell him. He smelled like home. With dislike, he let go of her body, so that he could place his hands on her cheeks. He smiled lovingly at her before kissing her softly. Y/N was melting. Melting for Brad and melting because of this kiss. She moved her hands to his hair, and she tugged it. That was one of the advantages of Brad’s longish hair. Out of reflex, he moaned quietly.

‘All right, lovebirds,’ James said, and he clapped his hands. ‘Knock it off or get a room.’

Brad released her lips and moved his hands from her cheeks to her hands. ‘I would love to take you to our bedroom.’

Y/N blushed, while Tristan choked on his tea. He heard two of his best friend talk about their sex life two times within 15 minutes. Brad ignored it and helped Y/N putting away the last of the groceries. After that, they also sat down at the kitchen island, a cup of tea in their hands.

‘So, how was work?’ Brad asked his girlfriend and he held her hand.

Y/N blushed again and squeezed his hand a bit. ‘The same old. Very busy, I had to take care of a lot of things because of the holidays. But, I managed.’

‘Proud of you, bab,’ Brad said, and he kissed her temple.

‘How was the rest of the tour?’ Y/N asked curiously, and she sipped from her tea. ‘I read on social media that the fans loved it. But how about you? I’m sorry I couldn’t come.’

‘It’s okay, love,’ her boyfriend reassured her. ‘Don’t worry about it.’

‘Yeah, we really appreciate it every time that you do come,’ Tristan said.

‘We don’t expect you to follow us around the world,’ Connor added with a wink.

‘I would like it,’ Brad said jokingly. ‘You have your job, I respect that. They respect that.’

‘One hundred percent,’ James confirmed. ‘But the tour was really nice. We saw so many nice things and places and cities. We tried some local food. It was great. But we are also happy to have some free time. To spend the holidays with our families.’

‘That’s great to hear,’ Y/N smiled softly. ‘Are you all going home for Christmas?’

‘I’m leaving tomorrow evening,’ Connor said. ‘Lucy and I will have a Christmas brunch tomorrow at my place and after that she will go to her family and I will go to mine.’

‘I’m leaving tomorrow morning,’ James told them. ‘Kirstie and I will visit her family tomorrow evening and on the 25th, we will visit mine.’

‘Teresa and I will stay here,’ Tristan sipped from his tea. ‘Our families will visit us, so no traveling this time. What about you?’

‘We will visit Brad’s family the 25th,’ Y/N informed the lads.

‘Tomorrow evening, Y/N’s family will come here,’ Brad said.

Everyone nodded and it was silent for a few seconds. But then an idea popped into Y/N’s head.

‘Can we do an early Christmas dinner tonight? Here?’ she suggested, and she stood up. ‘Lucy, Kirstie and Teresa are of course welcome. I can make lasagna or pasta? We have enough drinks. Oi, that reminds me, I got a Christmas present from work and it’s some fancy champagne.’

Brad stared at his girlfriend with a big smile on his face. She was talking to them so enthusiastically. Her whole face lit up and she was making gestures with her hands.

‘What do you think, Bradley?’ she asked him sweetly.

Brad laughed. She only used his full name when she wanted something from him. But because of her, he got an idea on his own and it would be great. ‘Oh, I see what you’re doing. Actually, I agree with you. We can host this dinner.’

‘I love that idea,’ James stated. ‘I’m going to call Kirstie.’

He stood up, took his phone and walked away from the kitchen island.

‘Lucy will love this,’ Connor said, and he also took his phone.

Tristan looked a bit doubtful. ‘The idea is wonderful, but it’s Teresa’s birthday today. We wanted to spend it together tonight... but I can ask her.’

‘It’s okay, Tris,’ Y/N reassured him.  

‘No, no, I will ask her,’ Tristan said, and he got his phone too.

The three boys were calling their partners and Y/N leant against Brad. He had wrapped his arms around her waist and her head laid against Brad’s chest.

‘I love you,’ Brad told her, and he pressed a kiss on the top of head. ‘You know that, right?’

‘I do,’ Y/N whispered, and she turned her head to look at him. ‘You know that I love you too, don’t you?’

Brad smiled softly. ‘I do. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you.’

‘Brad,’ Y/N mumbled, and she stroked his cheek. ‘Where is this coming from?’

‘Nowhere,’ he muttered, and he kissed her nose. ‘I love you.’

‘Love you too,’ she said with a smile and she kissed him. ‘And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Just so you know.’

Brad grinned and he press a kiss on her forehead.

‘I wish you gave me kisses like that,’ Tristan joked, and he joined the couple again.

‘Well, come here then,’ Brad challenged him.

Of course, Tristan accepted the challenge and he ran towards Brad. He jumped on his lap and Brad started to laugh. He cupped Tristan’s cheeks and gave him a kiss on the forehead as well. Connor and James were laughing in the back and Y/N couldn’t contain her laughter anymore.

‘You’re such a man-child, Tris,’ she said. ‘Unbelievable.’

‘You’re just jealous that he put his divine lips on my forehead,’ Tristan mocked her with a grin.

Y/N watched him, and she was thinking if she could make another sexual joke in front of Tristan. She eyed Brad doubtfully, but then she saw the playful look in James and Connor their eyes. A smirk spread across her face and Tristan instantly knew the mistake that he made.

‘I’m not jealous of that,’ Y/N said with a smirk. ‘Especially not since Brad puts his divine lips on every party of my body without even asking.’

It took a couple of seconds before all hell broke loose. James and Connor shrieked with laughter, Tristan opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out and Brad choked on his tea.  

‘All right,’ Y/N clapped in her hands, trying to change the subject. ‘What did the women say? Are we having dinner together?’

‘Yeah, Kirstie was thrilled, and she is on her way with extra alcohol,’ James announced.

‘Lucy as well,’ Connor said. ‘She is brining some snack for after dinner.’

‘Teresa will be here in fifteen minutes,’ Tristan told them. ‘With cake.’

Y/N clapped in her hands. ‘Yes! This will be a great night.’

The boys chuckled and Brad gave his girlfriend yet again a kiss on her forehead.

 Fifteen minutes later, the three women had arrived. Everyone wished Teresa a happy birthday and after they all were talking and laughing to and with each other. The lads had set the table for Y/N and she had started with preparing dinner. They had chosen for the lasagna and now Y/N and Connor where preparing it.

An hour passed and dinner was served. Brad placed the lasagna on the dining table, while Y/N and Lucy poured everyone a drink. Tristan cut the lasagna in eight equal parts and Teresa gave everyone a plate, while Kirstie lit the candles.

‘What would you like to drink, Teresa?’ Y/N asked the brown-haired girl.

‘What are you drinking? Champagne?’ Teresa said and Y/N nodded. ‘I would like some of that as well.’

Y/N poured it in, and she watched the girl. ‘So no love baby yet?’

She chuckled and shook her head. ‘No. We’ve talked about it and we want children, but not right now. He has the band and I have my own career. Maybe in a couple of years. First we want to enjoy each other.’

‘Well said,’ Y/N complimented her and she raised her glass.

‘Speech, Y/N!’ Connor cheered and not a second later, Tristan and James cheered with him.

Seeing as she was the only one still standing, she rolled her eyes.

She raised her glass again and looked at everyone at the table. ‘Thank you all for coming here on such short notice. I want to thank all of you for this last year. We all had our ups and downs, but together, we made the best of it. I think the high light of this year was Tristan and Teresa their wedding. I wish you all the best and many and many years. Also, a shout out to the lads with their amazing careers and their great tour they just finished. Next year, you will rock again. A shout out to us ladies with the careers of our own. I don’t know what else to say. Thank you for being my friend and thank you Bradley. Thank you for believing in me, encouraging me, dreaming with me, sticking together with and for loving me. I love you all and happy holidays. Cheers!’

They raised their glasses. ‘Cheers!’

Teresa had tears in her eyes, and she wiped them away quickly. James had his arm wrapped around Kirstie her shoulder and Connor and Lucy were holding hands. Brad pulled Y/N down and he kissed her temple.

‘Let’s dig in!’ Y/N said. ‘Otherwise it will be cold.’

The group laughed and they started eating. They ate, drank, laughed, gossiped and enjoyed each other’s presence.  

 After dinner and desert, the group moved from the kitchen to the living room. Everyone helped cleaning the kitchen, so now they were seated in the living room with a new drink.

‘Tris, you told me that you were working on a new song,’ Teresa said, and she sipped on her white wine.

‘Yeah,’ Lucy chimed in. ‘I heard about this song as well. Isn’t it called For You?’

‘Didn’t you write it, Brad?’ Kirstie said.

‘Eh, yeah,’ Brad mumbled, and he scratched the back of his head. ‘We’re still working on some lyrics, but I finished the chorus this afternoon.’

‘We finished the instrumental parts too,’ Connor told the ladies.

‘Why don’t you play the chorus for the ladies, Brad?’ Tristan suggested.

‘I heard that you wrote it for Y/N,’ Teresa said with a smirk.

Brad blushed heavily and Y/N looked confused at her boyfriend. What were they talking about? Did she miss something?

‘He did,’ James confirmed.

‘Would you play the chorus for us, babe?’ Y/N asked shyly.

Brad his face lit up. ‘Yeah. Let’s go to the music room.’

The group moved again, and they followed Brad to the music room. He took a seat behind the piano, while the others sat down on the couch or on beanbags. Tristan had dragged Y/N with him to the couch and she was sandwiched between him and Connor.

‘I will start with the pre-chorus followed by the chorus,’ Brad said, and he cleared his throat.

He had a perfect view on his girlfriend and vice versa. Y/N held her breath, she was nervous for him in some way. Brad placed his hands on the piano, and he started to play. Y/N couldn’t get used to hearing him play the piano and don’t get her started on his singing.

‘All my friends were lost,’ he started to sing, and he search for Y/N her eyes. ‘But I was found. Then I threw it away. When we walked on the hallowed ground.’

Tears were forming in Y/N her eyes. She knew the deeper meaning of the lyrics already. A couple of years ago, right before she and Brad moved in together, they broke up because of their work. Y/N couldn’t deal with Brad his busy schedule and that they didn’t see each other that much. Brad had the same problem and he couldn’t handle that Y/N choose her education over him. But after a couple of months they saw each other again and they talked about it. They both admitted that they were still in love with one and other and that they would do anything for the other.

‘But I will run back into your arms,’ Brad continued. ‘No matter where we are. If you need me too. If you still got some space in your heart. I will tear this world apart. For you.’

Slowly the music died, and it was silent. Brad and Y/N held eye contact and it was clear that Y/N was crying. She loved the lyrics and the music and she loved the fact that Brad wrote it for her.

‘That was beautiful, Brad,’ Teresa said.

‘Yeah, it was... woah,’ Kirstie added and she too had tears in her eyes.

Lucy also looked at him with an approving look in her eyes.

‘Thanks, ladies,’ Brad said, but he could only focus on his girlfriend.

Tristan rubbed Y/N her back and Connor held her hand.

‘Y/N?’ Brad asked with a small voice. ‘Bab?’

Y/N smiled through the tears and she nodded as well. ‘It was so beautiful, babe. Especially the meaning behind it. And the fact that you wrote it for me. I don’t know what to say. I love you.’

The boys grinned and Brad stepped away from the piano. He made her way towards his girl, who was also standing. Brad took her hands in his hands and he placed a kiss on the top of one of her hands.

‘I love you too, Y/N, more than you can ever imagine,’ he said with a soft smile.

Y/N heard something behind her, so she turned around. She saw that Teresa took her seat next to Tristan and that Lucy was sitting on Connor’s lap. James and Kirstie had dragged their beanbag closer to the rest and all the couples were holding hands. Y/N giggled, and she turned back to look at Brad. She heard gasps behind her, but those noises didn’t make sense until she saw Brad. He was kneeling in front of her.

‘Brad?’ she asked with a trembling voice.

He sat on one knee and he stared at the woman in front of him lovingly. ‘Y/N Y/L/N. You are the love of my life and like I said earlier, I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you. You are the light in my darkness. You make every unpleasant thing a bit more bearable. You make me happy by just smiling. And I am so proud of you and everything that you have accomplished. I love you so freaking much. You still make me nervous, even after five years of dating. I had a whole speech prepared, but I don’t know what to say anymore, because I actually wanted to ask you this question privately on Christmas Eve. But this is even more perfect, in the presence of our closest friends, our family. Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on this earth, will you marry me?’

Brad opened the velvet box with shaking hands, and he revealed a beautiful diamond ring. Tears were running down Y/N’s cheeks and she looked at Brad with a surprised gaze.

‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Yes! YES! Of course, yes, I want to marry you!’

Brad let out a breath and he stood up quickly. ‘Thank goodness.’

Behind Y/N, the lads were cheering and clapping, and the women were celebrating. Brad shoved the ring on Y/N’s ring finger, and he kissed her hand, yet again. Now, Y/N could see the tears in Brad’s eyes. Brad wiped her tears away with his thumb and he kissed her. Their kiss was full of passion and love and lust. Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and his arms were around her waist. He lifted her up and twirled her around. Y/N smiled in the kiss and she wished she didn’t have to withdraw. On the other hand, she wouldn’t leave him alone later tonight. Then, she had him all to herself.

‘I love you,’ Brad said to her and he pressed a kiss against her forehead, for the umpteenth time. She loved those kisses.

‘I love you too,’ Y/N said with glistering eyes.

Their intimate moment was disrupted by the lads and ladies, because the band embraced Brad in a group hug. They were jumping up and down, while the ladies hugged Y/N.

This was the happiest moment of her life so far. She couldn’t wait what the new year had to bring.

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Bradley Simpson x Reader

Requested by Anon 

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Note: So sorry this is late, its been a bit stressful the past week 

“Alright that’s a wrap on today! Good job everybody!” The director called. No words were better to hear than those on days when you work upwards of up to 14 hours on set. I love acting, I never thought I would be able to turn my dream into an actual career; but long days were something nobody could ever prepare you for.

No matter how many warnings you get.

I ordered an uber to set and relaxed in my trailer while waiting for my driver. Instagram was blowing up with notifications and I figured to see what was going on. The first picture on my feed was nothing special, it was all the comments and all the mentions I was getting that grabbed my attention. A press photo had been uploaded of Brad and I recently going on a hike in the Hollywood hills; for us, a pretty standard date, but for everyone else, a media frenzy.

The comments were a mix of hate and support, but mainly hate, and mainly towards my boyfriend.

You would imagine the amount of times photos of the two of us were leaked we would be used to things like this. It’s not that we’re ‘private,’ there are the occasional photos of us on our individual Instagrams, but it was spare, uploading here and there. Deciding not to highlight every aspect of our private lives, instead deciding to keep things professional on the internet.

Comment after comment, I saw people trying to tear Bradley down. Commenting on his appearance, his weight and apparently how he has been treating me lately. I noticed some people creating false rumours and even asking if we were still together, how ‘it’s been so long’ blah, blah, blah.

Him and I are used to comments such as these, being in the public eye isn’t easy and you quickly figure out you can’t please everyone, or get everyone to like you. Usually together we would laugh at these comments and make fun of them, not justifying with a response, but something in me was boiling. Maybe it was the fact I was overtired, maybe it was the fact no one was here to tell me I couldn’t, but I just couldn’t help myself.

Y/Ninstagram: how bout instead of focusing on my relationship with my lover, you get off your ass and find your own  xx

Not caring for what the public would have to say to that response, I turned off Instagram and texted Brad.

The uber just arrived, I’ll be home within the hour xx

Bradley

My phone was going off at first due to the leaked photo of Y/N and I, however after turning off notifications, I got a new one from my girlfriend herself. Clicking on her name I saw her comment and couldn’t stop the smile that was quickly growing on my face. Our managers and press always told us not to indulge in what others had to say to us, we listened for the most part, but something tells me she was a little bit bored today after work. I quickly took a screenshot of her comment and turned it into my twitter head picture.

She was never one to listen to what others had to say – I guess that includes management.

A short while after her text the door opened and revealed my gorgeous girlfriend. “Hey Darling” I greeted, embracing her within a hug. “Hi babes” she muttered into my chest. “How was work today?” “Long. Tiring, but I’m glad to be home” she said. I led the two of us to the couch where she was quick to lay down with her head on my chest. Nothing could beat this; just the two of us, enjoying each others presence, not caring about anything around us.

However, it didn’t last long. Y/N’s phone was going off quite frequently with text notifications. “Do you want me to go get that for you?” I asked, but she just readjusted herself, “my phone’s at 2% just let it die off.” I chuckled at her, clearly too tired to focus on what the world wanted. “Besides. It’s probably Adelaine yelling at me” “for the comment?” I questioned, but all I got in response was a hum.

Sure enough, the pinging stopped and we were left in the silence of our own heartbeats. Y/N’s breathing soon turned into deep breaths, letting me know she had fallen asleep. Her hair was still in a tight ponytail from work and she just looked absolutely beautiful. Gently, as to not wake her up, I started running my finger up and down her spine, just the way she liked. I couldn’t believe this girl was actually mine.

“I am so in love with you darling” I whispered to her before closing my own eyes.

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“Could I have your number?”

Requested by @m-a-r-z​ - thank you for the request <3

I was wondering if you could do a Bradley Simpson fluff like maybe I’m a friend of Tristan’s and we meet for the first time.

Pairing: Bradley Will Simpson x fem!reader

Genre: fluff (there is a small smidgeon of angst in the start)

Word count: 1.6k+

Summary: your best friend encourages you to go to a bar to meet his friends and who knows? maybe you might find a new one...

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“Come on Y/NNN,” Tristan begs you.

“I just want to be at home, Tris,” you tell him, half lying.

Tristan, your best friend, has tried for the past 5 minutes to get you to meet his friends at a bar since you had only met them in passing and Tris wanted bring his best friends together so you could be one group of best friends. 

He had been asking for a while now and each time you turned him down coming up with different excuses each time like “I’m not in the mood to go out” or “I’m not feeling that well, raincheck?”.

Truth is, you were worried they mightn’t like you or you would feel excluded because you’re new to the group and they’ve been friends a long time now and therefore feel excluded. Like an outsider.

Also a guy you didn’t have a name for, ‘cause you only met them briefly, was so handsome with the most gorgeous curls.

“Y/N,” Tristan began, worried now. “What is it? You keep turning it down.”

You could see on his face he was worried. 

“Okay, well,” you began and cleared your throat before continuing. “I-I am just worried that they mightn’t like me or because you guys have been friends for a long time now that I will feel...” You trailed off.

“Y/N, they will love you,” Tristan assured you, grasping both your arms to make you at him. “They’re good guys and you won’t feel like you’re not there. I won’t let that happen, Okay?”

You sighed and looked anywhere but his face.

It had always been hard for you to meet new people but maybe now it’s a good time to meet new people - break out of your shell, you thought.

“Okay,” you began, seeing his face light up at your answer. “Just let me get ready quickly:” You told him, gesturing down to the joggers and oversized sweater you were wearing and you hair in a bun you had slept in. 

“Fair, I’ll be waiting here,” he said and sat down on your sofa.

You went your room and went straight to your dresser.

There you found some simple, dark blue jeans, a black, short sleeved t-shirt and an oversized zip-up sweater. Very casual.

You were already going out of your comfort zone so you definitely weren’t wearing something out of your comfort zone.

You looked in the mirror to determine what to do with your hair. 

You decided to take it out and throw it in a pony tail because of the kinks in your hair from the bun. 

You also put on some lip balm, mascara and tinted brow gel to make it like you at least tried.

You walked out of your room and saw Tristan look up form his phone.

“Ready?” he asked. You nod as confirmation.

You moved to the hallway of your flat to put on your shoes.

You locked the door and went down to Tris’ car.

You arrived at the bar and Tris stopped the car.

He looked at you again as if asking if you were still okay with it you smiled back.

You appreciated how much he cared for you.

You went into the bar and were instantly met with the loud voices of various groups of people sitting and talking with each other.

You felt Tris take your hand and leading you to a booth in the back where the three guys and a girl you hadn’t met before were sitting in and deep in conversation.

You guessed they chose the back to avoid recognition as much as possible.

You stopped at the table they were sitting at and the four before stopped their conversation.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Tris introduced. “You have met her before.”

“Yeah I remember you,” James started. “I’m James and this is Kirstie, my fiancée.” He introduced. 

His fiancée held out her hand to shake yours, which you gladly took. 

“I’m Brad.”

Shit.

That’s the handsome guy with the most gorgeous curls. 

So his name is Brad.

Oh Lord, he’s so attractive.

“And I’m Connor, but call me Con,” the guy with the pastel pink hair said.

Connor sat in towards the wall on his right with Brad to his left.

Brad moved in a bit to make some space for you to sit beside him and you gratefully took the invitation. You were sitting shoulder to shoulder since the booth was a bit on small side. Sitting this close

“I’m just getting a chair,” Tris said.

The conversations ran smoothly and they included you in the conversations. 

At first you didn’t give that much input in the conversations ‘cause you were still nervous but soon enough you loosened up a bit more and you made jokes with them. You felt at ease.

You do however notice that Kirstie looks at Brad with a raised eyebrow occasionally.

“It’s so good to have another girl today, Y/N,” Kirstie says. “Sometimes there’s just too much testosterone when you’re the only one.”

“Tell me about it,” you add. “Do you know how hard it is to keep up with him?” You ask, pointing at Tris. 

“Hey! We’re not that bad!” Connor exclaims.

“Well, you guys can’t feel ‘cause you share the hormone,” Kirstie answers.

“Us people with estrogen can definitely feel it at times,” you point between yourself and Kirstie. 

You laugh again but you stop when you feel a hand on your thigh.

You looked up to see Brad talking to James with his hand on your thigh.

Oh goodness, a really hot guy has his hand on your thigh.

This is not a drill people! His hand is on. Your. Thigh!

You could feel your face heat up. You weren’t used to this sort of attention from a guy.

You looked around for the bathroom and find the sign for the bathroom.

“I just need to go to the bathroom quick, I’ll be right back.” You say to the group.

“I also need to go,” Kirstie also says. “Scooch, James.”

James scooched and Kirstie made it out of the booth.

You go to the bathroom with Kirstie even though you only wanted to go in there to calm down and control your thoughts.

When you don’t go into a booth Kirstie looks at you with a questioning gaze.

“I thought you wanted to go to the bathroom?” She asks.

“Umm,” you think of what to say to her. “Not really.”

Really, Y/N? That’s the best you can think of?

“Is it Brad?” This throws you off.

“W-what are you talking about?” You stutter out.

“Sweetheart, I noticed it from when he introduced himself,” she tells you.

Your face heats up and you look anywhere but her face, fiddling with you fingers.

“Are you okay?” She asks when you don’t say anything.

“I’m just not used to this stuff,” you start. “Hell, it even took Tris a long time to convince me to come meet you guys ‘cause I’m not one to meet new people and then Brad is so pretty and handsome and puts his hand on my thigh and my heart keeps racing so much and I don’t frickin’ know why!”

You finish your rant with deep breaths.

“Well, he looks at you when you don’t notice,” Kirstie throws Brad under the bus.

“Really?” You ask to which she nods. 

Than you piece it together.

“That’s why you’ve throwing him those looks!”

Again, she nods.

“Why don’t you take a few seconds to calm down, clear your mind and go back out and remember that Brad also feels what you feel but I actually to go the bathroom so I’m gonna go now.”

You laugh and nod.

She went into a booth and you took a deep breath before going out the door.

“I need to get going now, “ Connor tells you and motions for you and Brad to move out the booth and you both comply.

“Yeah, Kirstie and I should probably head home as well,” James says.

“Yeah let’s all go home now, do you need a lift on the way home?” Tristan asks Brad.

“Yeah, thanks, mate,” he answers.

You all hug each other and all move to your separate cars.

“Shotgun!” Brad declares and you smile at it.

You move to the backseat while he claims the prized front seat of Tris’ car.

“I’m gonna leave Y/N off first and then you, Brad, ‘cause Y/N lives closest,” Tris tells both of you and you nod.

During the short drive that was the journey to you flat you heard some music.

You arrived at your flat and you got of your car.

“Bye guys, nice to meet you Brad,” you say and they both return the goodbye.

You’re almost at the door of the apartment complex you rent your flat when you hear a door open. 

“Hey Y/N!” Brad calls out to you and you turn around and see him jogging up to you.

“You almost forgot your phone,” He tells you.

“Oh! Thank you,” you thank him.

“You’re welcome.”

He turns around, walks a few steps before turning around to face you again.

“Could I have your number?” He asks you and you smile shyly and nod.

He unlocks his phone for you and you type in your number to his contacts.

“Thanks,” he says breathlessly.

“You’re welcome.”

You move to kiss his cheek and he blushes and you can’t keep that goofy smile off your face.

“Bye,” you both say simultaneously.

When he’s in the car again you unlock the door of the complex.

You do a little happy dance but nobody needs to know that.

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[imaginesxthevamps]

OI OIII

can you do a smut about Brad getting a blowjob and him moaning and gasping???

Adventures on a boring party | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 2.1k

Date: 26/03/2023

Proofread: yes (language and grammar mistakes can still be present)

Warnings: smut (oral sex, m receiving), swearing

Tags: Brad Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, x reader, fanfiction, one shot, smut

A/N: Hello hello, I hope you like it :)) Thanks for your requests!!❤

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Brad gets out of his car, locking it up while walking away. The gravel rustles under his shoes as he is walking towards the building. In front of him there is an old but beautiful castle. A red carpet is rolled down the stairs which lead to the front door. He walks up the stairs which are also lit up by torches. A security man asks his identity to which Brad replies with his name. As he enters the building he can hear classical music echoing through the halls of the castle. With a sigh, he enters the ballroom where the event is taking place. He got an invitation from Jaguar, the car company, to this fancy party. Tomorrow there is a race not so far from the castle and they wanted to unite all the biggest car sports fans the evening before. It’s an exclusive party for sponsors, influencers, shareholders and the important people who work in the racing world. It has everything that an exclusive and fancy party should have: fancy food, classical music, and people in suits and fancy dresses. Despite all of it Brad is really not in the mood for such a fancy party although he has no choice. 

Brad takes a glass of champagne from a tray and takes a sip. His eyes are scanning the room to see if he recognises anyone. With another sigh, he tries to mingle with the other people. This is really not his scene so he doesn’t know what to do. Should he talk to people or not? 

‘You’re Brad Simpson right?’, someone taps him on the shoulder.

‘Yes, that’s me’

‘Nice to meet you, I’m Jason, one of the racers’, he introduces himself.

‘Nice to meet you Jason, so are you ready for tomorrow?’

‘Oh yeah I am, I’m also not staying long, I need a good night's sleep’

‘Wish I could say the same’

‘You don’t like these parties?’

‘No, it’s not really my thing but I don’t really have a choice since I’m sponsored’

‘Yeah I get that, just try to enjoy it a little bit, at least try the food, it’s the best part’, Jason laughs. 

‘Maybe I should do that then’

‘I have to go, good luck mate, it was great meeting you’

‘Yeah, you too’

As Jason leaves Brad takes another sip of his glass. Following the guy's advice he makes his way to the table where the food is stalled out. He takes a few things to eat and he needs to admit that the food is not bad. He drinks from his champagne before trying some other things. When his glass is empty he takes another one from a tray. 

Brad turns around and decides to leave the ballroom. He walks down one of the castle halls where it is quiet. A few people smile at him when they walk by. In the distance, he sees a girl who is staring at a painting that’s hanging on a wall. Her silhouette and her long hair look familiar. He steps closer and more of her features become visual. 

‘Y/N?’, he asks surprised.

You turn around and you can’t believe your eyes. You can’t believe that he is standing here in front of you. It’s been years since you’ve seen him. If you remember correctly it’s 5 years ago since you’ve seen each other. Both of you were 22 at the time. You had a fling with Brad, not something really serious. Your relationship back then was more focused on sex and pleasure but you were young. Neither of you had ended things back then, you just grew apart. Brad went on a world tour and you went to study on the other side of the world. The contact was lost. 

‘Brad? What are you doing here’, you ask surprised.

‘I got an invitation for this party, what are you doing here?’

‘My dad works in racing’

‘Yeah that’s right’

You can see that Brad is taking all of you in. His eyes are scanning over your body. He is looking at how your tight black dress is embracing your curves. He bites his lip slightly. You can’t also keep yourself from looking at him. You can see how his shoulders got broader just like his arms and chest. It’s only now that you realise how you’ve missed those chocolate brown curls. You swallow which Brad notices.

‘Maybe we should go back to the party’, you say. 

Brad follows you back to the ballroom. When you enter it you see your dad. He is smiling and coming your way. 

‘Hi Brad! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you!’, He says and gives Brad a brotherly hug. 

Your father and Brad always got along well. When he was at your house they would laugh and joke the whole evening. If they didn’t talk about cars they would talk about golf as your dad is also a golf fan. Luckily someone starts talking to your dad which gives you the opportunity to pull Brad away from your dad. You’re not really in the mood to listen to a conversation all night that only involves cars and golf. 

‘What are we going to do now?’, Brad asks.

‘Dance?’

‘We’re surely not going to slow dance on this music’, Brad sighs.

‘Oh we are, you've got a better idea?’, you smile and you pull him to the place where a few other couples are slow dancing. 

Brad takes you by the waist to dance. It feels weird to be here with him but it’s more fun than staring at a few paintings. 

‘So, how have you been?’, Brad asks.

‘Good, I finished uni in California and now I’m working for a company in London. How have you been doing?’

‘We’re celebrating the band’s 10-year anniversary this year, it’s been going well

You smile at him not really knowing what to say. He is looking extremely hot and all you can think of his how much fun you two had back then. To be honest it was the best time of your life. Sometimes the two of you would do reckless things like driving around in the middle of the night or exploring places you weren’t really allowed to do that. 

‘I’m bored’, you say.

‘You were the one who wanted to dance’, Brad laughs.

‘What if we go discover this castle?’

‘Are we allowed to?’

‘I don’t know but do we care?’

Brad smiles and both of you leave the ballroom again through the same door. You’re wandering through the halls of the castle. The details of the interior are impressive. You open a door that makes a lot of noise. Brad looks at you with a scared face.

‘Y/N, do you really want people to hear us?’

‘Oh come on Brad, you weren’t so scared when we did this years ago’

Brad sighs as you walk into a big room. You guess it’s a big dining room as there is a long table with chairs. Brad follows you as you inspect the room. You touch a statue and you hear Brad sigh again behind you.

‘Please, you’re going to break something’

To provoke him you sit down on the table and Brad rolls his eyes. He stands before you and you take his hands in yours in an impulsive action. Brad looks surprised but he doesn’t let go of your hands. You pull him closer until he is standing between your legs. 

‘I’ve missed you Bradley’, you say. 

‘I’ve missed you too y/n’

Brad stares into your eyes and you bite your lip. Your fingers are playing with his and you can feel the contrast between his warm fingers and his cold rings. Brad’s eyes never leave yours and it feels like time stands still. It feels like you and Brad are the only people on this world. Brad can’t handle it anymore and pushes his lips onto yours. His warm lips are moving against yours and you can taste the champagne on them. His tongue slips into your mouth and you moan in the kiss. Unaware you pull Brad closer to you and you’re grinding against his crotch. The anticipation is building up as the kiss is getting more heated. You can feel Brad getting hard which turns you on.

‘We should take this to another place’, Brad says out of breath.

‘The guests are staying in the other wing, I have a room there to stay the night’, you say. 

You take Brad’s hand and make your way to the other wing. To go there you have to pass the ballroom again as it is on the other side. The halls on this side of the castle are more restored and the rooms are furnished as hotel rooms. You open the door of your room and walk in. You close the door when both of you are in. You turn around to Brad again and you start kissing him again. Your hand is going over his length which becomes even harder under your touch. 

Gently you push Brad onto the bed so he is sitting at the end of it. You walk towards him and sit on your knees. You unbutton his pants and Brad helps you to get out of his pants and boxers. His dick is hard and almost touches his belly. Slowly your hand moves over his length and you get wet only looking at his dick. Brad is looking at you with his eyes filled with lust and you look at him while you take his cock into your mouth. You start to suck on the tip and Brad closes his eyes. You take it further into your mouth while you go up and down. Brad moans and throws his head back. You try to take his whole dick into your mouth but it’s difficult because of how big he is. You take him out of your mouth again and you pump him with your hand. Pre-cum is coming out of the tip and as soon as you take him back into your mouth you can taste it. 

'Fuck y/n, your lips always feel so good around my dick', Brad moans. 

While you're sucking on Brad's cock, your hand is going up and down at the base of it, giving him extra pleasure. To add to that you start to gently play with his balls with your other hand. Brad gasps from all the pleasure you're giving him. 

Brad looks down on you to see how you're sucking his dick and he loves the view. He loves how your body looks in that tight dress. He loves the way you're being so desperate for him right now. Nobody could ever make him feel this good like you do. 

'How I've missed these lips, take it all in baby', Brad groans and throws his head back again. 

His moans are getting harder. You try to take him as deep as you can. His dick is hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag. You can feel his dick twitching inside your mouth, indicating he is close. You're going up and down faster. Your tongue is playing with his tip, making him go crazy. One of Brad's hands is gripping your hair while the other is keeping him steady on the bed. 

'Fuck y/n baby, I'm-, fuck', Brad moans out.

Loud groans are leaving Brad's mouth while his hot load is filling your mouth. You get his cock out of your mouth. His cum tastes salty but you swallow it. Brad looks at you and he smiles.

'Babe, this was amazing', he says.

You love the way he calls you babe, he used to do it all the time when you were together. You stand up and sit on his lap while you throw your arms around his neck. 

'Only for you', you say smiling.

Brad kisses you softly this time. A meaningful kiss which tingles on your lips. His lips moving slowly against yours while his hands are on the small of your back. After the kiss you rest your forehead against Brad's. 

'What do we do now?', Brad asks.

'I don't know, I don't-', you can't get out of your words.

'Tell me y/n'

'I don't want to lose you again'

Brad takes your face between his hands and makes you look at him. His eyes aren't dark and filled with lust anymore, now they are the brightest brown looking soft. A small smile is playing on his lips.

'I promise you, you won't lose me again princess', Brad promises.

Gently Brad kisses you again and it feels like your life lights up again. It's only now you realize how much you've missed him all these years.

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[fallingforel]

Hi! Could you write for Brad with prompt 19? Like the reader is part of the vamos and brad is up writing a sad song about his feelings towards the reader because he’s scared to mess it up. I really like your writing, it’s so good!!

a/n Hi lovely I would be delighted to write this also thank you for saying you like my writing it actually brightens my day up just a tinsy bit so thank you anywhoo on with the showww

PROMPT 19:“I’m worried about you.”

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"Have you noticed the change in Brads behaviour?" I ask Tristan from where he's sat next to me.

I'm in a band called the vamps, it's all fairly new for us we're currently on the way to record our second album . I sing alongside Brad and everyone says our chemistry on stage is unbelievable and everyone says they're surprised we're not together yet to which I reply we're just best friends which we are, but I secretly wish we were more no one knows that though.

I mean for one we don't act like we're bestfriends, we always favour to sleep in the same bed, we've shared a few kisses but apart from that we're best-friends. But recently he's been pushing back I've ended up on my own in my own bed. Brad's not speaking to me as much only matters about the band, It feels like he doesn't want me there and it pains me because if two of us aren't getting along then it could cause me to leave the band and I really don't want to do that.

"Hmmm" Tristan says from beside me, clearly focusing on whatever was on T.V. more than what I was saying. "forget it I'll talk to him myself about it" I say getting up and wandering about the big mansion we were given by management for our 2nd album, to record whenever we get a new idea, mainly for Brad and I as we were the ones singing and writing but occasionally one of the others would write so it was all of us here. It was a big thing located in the heart of the L.A. suburbs and Brad and I both got our licenses so we could be able to do road trips while we were out here.

I pass all rooms on the ground floor, and there was nothing so I make my way up to the first floor and there is nothing in some of the rooms but I hear muffled noises coming from the in home studio. so I go to the end of the corridor and stand outside the room to hear whats going on

When you were mine, did I push you far away? Blame this whole weight on my shoulders Baring down on me But then I only had to see you Don't you know how good that feels? These are all the words I should've said

Did I miss my chance? Is it too late to say?

Now I'm half a world away from you But you're always on my mind There's a million words that I could've said And you might still be mine And if there's someone where I used to be I hope he tells you everyday The million words that I should've said I wish I could tell you always

It's brad singing his heart out but he sounds broken hearted, it sounds too close to the truth of how I'm feeling and it scares me. I hear rattling about in the studio so I walk away to find James. I needed some good advice and James was always the best for this,

He ended up being out on the balcony with kirstie, which surprised me I wasn't expecting her, she was my bestfriend after Brad

"KIRSTIE!, you didn't tell me you we're coming out here" "she didn't tell me either" "oh Hi James."

"Rude, didn't even acknowledge I was here. Anyway, hey y/n, whats up?" James asks making my face drop realising why I came out to the balcony in the first place "errr I came to find some advice from you" "Oh do you want me to go?" Kirstie asks "No no, I could actually do with both of your advice to be honest" I say as I'm taking a seat on the empty chair that's not occupied by one of the couple.

"So what did you need advice on?" Kirstie asks. "relationship." "Have you got in a relationship? got yourself a little boyfriend?" James asks "errr, no not quite. Do you know what I'm gonna explain the whole thing and then you can give me your advice both of you" I say flicking my eyes between where the two of them are sat.

"So as both of you know, Brad and I are best friends." I say which they both nod at. "Well, we've been sleeping in each others beds, been sharing a few drunk kisses, which I'm not sure he even remembers. So I caught feelings naturally, though I think they were already there anyway regardless what we've been up to. And then like two days ago he stopped sneaking into my bed, stopped kissing me when we were drunk, stopped talking to me about anything and everything and only specifically about band stuff. And I'm worried, so worried that it could cause one of us to leave the band and that would mess up the whole dynamic. So I went to go talk to him a minute ago and he was singing a song but it sounded dangerously close to our situation and you know Brad barely likes to sing about real situations that he goes through. That's me I like to sing about that. So what do you think I should do?"

"First off, we all kinda knew that you we're sleeping in eachothers beds because I caught brad come out in his boxers of your room. We all thought that something else was going on, If I'm honest. We knew about the drunk kisses, We literally watched it happen back in the U.K when we went out that night before we had to leave for the U.S. you and Brad had kissed but you didn't remember the next morning. As for the two days ago thing, maybe he's also realised the same feeling you're having and he doesn't think that you feel the same so he's pulling away and giving you space." James says "And the singing?" I ask. "well, he never writes and sings about situations that have happened to him. Because none have been worthy of that but what's going on with you two, is so worthy of that. It worked up enough motions in him for it to happen so don't worry about that. The best thing you can do now is talk to him don't let this drive a wedge between you two and also a wedge between the band because it will. you need to talk" "thanks I will right now."

And I'm rushing off to the studio again where Brad was. I knock on the door before I hear a hush "come in" just faint enough to hear and I'm opening the door to where Brad was sat on the sofa and sit next to him.

"Heard you're song. Are you okay?" "You weren't meant to hear that. Truth I'm not Y/n I can't keep going on like this. I can't keep not talking to you but I also can't keep acting like we're together, when we're not and you don't feel the same because It's driving me crazy because I wish we were something else." "who says I don't feel the same?" "You. two nights ago. I said I loved you and you said I don't feel the same way." "Brad that was a joke, of course I love you anyone would be blind to see that the way we act is because we love eachother not because we're just bestfriends Brad I love you and I miss you In my bed" I say standing up and crouching down to his level "You really feel that way?" "course I do. now kiss me you Idiot" and we start making out on the couch before Brad interrupts and says "Will you be my girlfriend" "yes Brad."

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good idea; brad simpson

prompt  ‘can you please help me carry this pumpkin inside my house, it’s three times bigger than me.’

pairing  brad simpson x reader

Maybe coming home for Halloween was a bad idea - going to the pumpkin farm with your little cousin definitely was.

You’d driven up from university in London to your mum’s new house in Birmingham for the half-term, only because your friends were all going home too. The minute you arrived you were roped into taking the ten year old girl to pick out pumpkins for the house, and of course, she chose the biggest pumpkin in England.

You pulled up in the driveway of your parents’ house, hardly noticing the unknown one next to it. Your cousin immediately abandoned you and skipped into the house, leaving you completely helpless.

Actually, struggling to haul a large orange vegetable from the boot of your car to your front door wasn’t that embarrassing until you realise someone is watching.

“Need a hand, love?”

The deeper voice startled you so much you jumped back, nearly dropping the pumpkin from the car. It would have fallen and broken if your knight in shining armour hadn’t come to your rescue. He pushed it back to safety before grinning at you.

“Um, thanks.” You two were within extremely close proximity and it was close enough to spot the freckles lightly tracing his upper lip and cheekbones. 

You coughed, stepping away just a little. Jesus Christ, he was good-looking. Never in your life did you think a plain white shirt could look so perfect. And why was he wearing sunglasses? It was October! You didn't know, and frankly you didn't care.

“If it’s not too much bother,” You began, “Can you please help me carry this pumpkin inside my house, it’s three times bigger than me.”

“So I can see,” He laughed. God, even his laugh was attractive.

With complete ease, he lifted the pumpkin and carried it in through your front door. You followed behind sheepishly, looking defeated. 

“Thank you so much,” You told him sincerely once you both got the festive item placed in the kitchen.

“No bother at all, love,” He smirked, looking over his glasses and sending you a cheeky wink.

It’s fine - he’ll leave now and you’ll never have to see him and his perfect face ever again and he’ll never have to make you feel so giddy and giggly just by looking at you.

“Ah, darling,” Your mother began as she entered the room. “I see you’ve met Bradley. He’s Anne-Marie’s son - you now Anne? My work friend? Yes, well they’re spending Halloween with us - they live just down the street...”

You zoned your mother out and gaped at Bradley. He smirked gently at you, leaning on the counter as your mum blabbered on.

“Brad,” He smiles, shaking you hand. “And you must be the infamous Y/N.”

You shook his hand and smiled shyly. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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My man is out there, not looking like a snack but like a whole meal

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