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fallingforel · 11 months

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do numbers 5, 23, 62, 63, and 69 from your prompt list with like the reader being part of one direction and Harry dating her, and she falls for brad from the vamps. Like could it be angst between Harry and the reader where they’re together but then he cheats on her with someone (idk any celebrity or something like he dated Taylor at one point I think) and she goes to Brad and they’re friends but he’s been in love with her since forever and he comforts her and they get together. Also just make Harry completely regret everything if you can (I live for the cheating with no second chance trope, it’s amazing ❤️) thank you so much!! Have a great day!

A/N hi my lovely here it is for you, hope you enjoy and I hope you like it. dont forget those that want to request one the prompt list is here

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PROMPTS 5, 23, 62, 63 AND 69: "you made your choice" "they didn't deserve you" "you think that this is easy for me" "I hate seeing you like this" "I don't like you...I love you"

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It was a well known fact that I was the 6th member and only girl in one direction, I was also dating harry from my band, on the outside things looked squeaky clean and it looked like we had a perfect relationship but we didn't we fought all the time, Harry was always jealous because I was best mates with Brad from the vamps, Brad and I have been lifelong friends as we both resided from the same part of Birmingham and we also went to school together. It wasn't my fault that I've always gotten along better with boys than I have with girls they were just easier to talk to and the fact that they weren't snakes behind my back.

So you could imagine Harry's reaction when I told him brad was coming tonight, even if he tried to hide it in the best way possible. I still noticed. It was hard not to, however we hadn't had a fight in three weeks and I wasn't about to start one now, I had just finally hoped that we were in an all right place.

"Brads coming tonight. He's in town got a show tomorrow, thought he'd pop by then celebrate with us as the end of this leg is today, was thinking we could go to his show tomorrow"

"mmh, yeah, be nice I 'spose"

"Yeah it would, come on we've got to get ready, we've got a show to perform"

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And the show went spectacularly well, I was at my happiest when I was on the stage with my band, with my fans screaming my name it was the most supportive feeling in the world, and I loved every second of it.

Now we were back in our dressing rooms ready to go out, It wasn't often we went out while on tour we'd only ever do it for special things like birthdays, end of legs or if someone new joined our team halfway through. Tonight though, we were celebrating the end of the leg of the tour we were currently on, zayn left a couple of months ago. And with Harry and I on rocky ground we all secretly knew that the band was coming to an end, we were all scared to admit it though, too afraid to say it out loud because then it would all become real.

I'm broken out of my thoughts by a knock on the door, which makes me wipe away the tears I didn't even realise were there, before I'm saying "COME IN" and I'm met with Harry peeping round the door

"Hey, hey. why are you crying my love? What's the matter?" "The bands breaking up isn't it?" "no? what makes you think that sweetheart?" "I mean, with Zayn leaving, you and I on rocky terms, we're all not the same people we were 5 years ago Harry, the bands dynamic doesn't fit anymore"

"Yes okay, zayn may have left, You and I may be on bad terms some of the time and yes maybe we have all changed, but nobody stays the same, it's pretty hard to do that darling, otherwise you wouldn't grow up. The dynamic still works all the same though. So for now, dry your tears, get a fit dress on and lets take our minds off this band breaking up nonsense"

And I do as he tells me joining them shortly in the addison lee taking us into the main part of london, so we could go to a night club. I was sat inbetween Harry and Brad and could feel the tension rising, more so from Harry than brad, Harry was being weirdly possesive with me and it didnt feel in a good way, like it usually does.

Soon arriving at the nightclub we all head inside and Louis takes Harry to the bar to get some drinks for all of us, even he could sense the tension meaning it was bad.

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"you did great tonight, y/n/n. Smashed it, if only you could've heard the chanting for your name. It was unreal honestly." Brad says from beside me perking me out of my daydream of nothing in particular.

"awwh, Braddy. You're sweet you" I say placing a kiss on his cheek as a thank you. I've always called Brad, braddy ever since we were in nappies because I was never able to pronounce my L's I soon learned, the name stuck around though.

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Having not seen Harry since he went to the bar, and hasn't come back since, It's been well over half an hour now, so I was getting pretty worried. So I decided to ask around if anybody has seen him.

"LOU! You haven't seen Harry have you? Haven't seen him since we got here." "No I haven't. Last I saw him was at the bar, said he was going back to you, that was about fifteen minutes ago" "thanks lou."

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10 minutes later Niall comes up to me interuptting the conversation I was having with Brad I had given up trying to find him he clearly didn't want to be found, "I heard you were looking for Harry, I found him, but you're not going to like it" "what Niall, where is he" "mens bathroom, that way" he says turning to point me in the direction of where the mens bathroom is.

Walking into the mens bathroom, I found a sight I didn't want to see, Harry going down on a girl, the girl that wasn't me. "OH WOW!" I shout earning both his and the girls attention. "y/n/n, baby-" "don't you baby me Harry, it is so clear what you think about me." "who the fuck are you?" the girl quips back at me. "his girlfriend honey, actually no his ex-girlfriend. Keep him he's yours he was a slag anyway" "oh thats rich coming from you y/n, I saw you getting close with Brad, a little kiss on the cheek" "we've always been that way and you fucking know it" "oh but it's so easy for you breaking up with me though isn't it, now you can run away with the btec version of me cause it's clear you have a type don't you" "YOU THINK THAT THIS IS EASY FOR ME? YOU THINK THAT I WANT TO BREAK UP WITH YOU? WELL I DON'T HARRY OKAY?, BUT ITS CLEAR WHAT YOU'VE CHOSEN, goodbye Harry, I'll see you soon for the american leg." is the last thing I say before I walk out of the men's bathroom and back to where Brad was sat.

"Y/n? are you okay?" is all he says before I break down crying and he wraps an arm around me. And an executive decision is made between the two of us that he's going to take me back to his for the night.

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In the taxi on the way back, I'm still crying and he still has an arm around me. "

what even happened? why are you crying?"

"Harry cheated on me" is all I can muster out before I'm a blubbering mess again

"I hate seeing you like this Y/n all I know right now is that he didn't deserve you, he never has but I've always been supportive of your relationship always been the shoulder to cry on because I'm your best friend and always will be here, and you know that"

And soon enough I'm on Brads sofa, with Brad laying down giving me a hug.

"you want to say something dont you?" I speak up breaking the silence between me and him. "yeah I do, and I don't care if it's the incorrect time, or what but I have to say it now, otherwise I never will, I dont like you y/n I love you, and I have for the longest time, and if you need time to heal I'm okay with that I can wait a little while longer for you darling" he says shocking me to my core, I will admit I always loved Brad, and I don't think I ever stopped not liking him I just think Harry was a distraction while I was away from him.

"oh brad, I love you too" Is the last thing I say before I'm pulled into a kiss from him and we make our way upstairs to his bed where we both reside for the night wrapped up in eachother and if we were to get stuck into each other as well, then that's nobody's business but our own

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

we're both awoken to a pounding on Brads door, so we both rush down and he answers it, revealing a disheveled Harry who looks like he hadn't slept. He tries to enter but brad pushes him back with the door "she doesn't want to speak to you Harry, You really fucked it this time" "please just hear me out y/n. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cheat, I love you so so so so much"

"You made your choice Harry, please just go. I don't want you here, just please leave, be better on yourself" which I was met back with silence and then the turn of footsteps up brads gravel drive was all that could be heard.

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bradsbabe · 3 months

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For You | Brad Simpson pt 1.

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

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pairings | brad simpson x fem reader

warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where's y/n?” One of the fans said.

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

“Is everything okay?” He asked me.

“Yeah…”

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

“Kirstie told you?” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“A couple of months.” I said.

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

“After the tour…” I said sadly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What, why?” She asked.

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

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

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

“Where are you going?” Brad said.

“Back to the hotel room.” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you leaving?” Brad said.

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

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

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

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thevampsworld96 · 8 months

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Grab A Table - BWS

Hey, everyone. I hope you're doing well and had a great week and a great start to your week. I hope you enjoyed the lovely weather we have been having too.

Back again with another Brad fanfic, this was inspired by a picture of Brad on IG and Twitte.

I really hope that you enjoy this one cause I really enjoyed writing it.

Apologies if there are any spelling mistakes or grammar errors.

Please enjoy and take care...

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You were at a bar on a Friday night, you were with your friends playing card games, but you needed a break from all the competitive screaming and Yes, you were loving it, but you needed some air and some quiet time away from all the commotion. The bar tender handed over your driink you ordered for yourself, and you made your way upstairs where was a balcony area and it was more quiet too.

As you walked up to the balcony, you hoped to be alone, and when you saw no one was around, you were so relieved finally some peace and quiet that you have been waiting for. You didn't have any intention going out tonight, but your best friend insisted you come out with you, and you just couldn't say no, so you were here.

It was a very calm atmosphere out on the top of the balcony. There was a cool breeze as you watched the city cars and buses, driving along with other vehicles zooming by as the lights began to burn brightly as the darkness of the night had come. The image that stood in front of you was breath taking you could spend hours here watching as the world goes by while sipping the whisky that you had in your hands, and you were enjoying every sip.

Finally, after spending 45 minutes to yourself, your friends were asking where you were, and you told them that you were getting some air, which sadly had come to an end. They were all messaging you asking you to come down and join them again, but part of you wanted to stay, but they constantly asked you to come down and join once again.

While you gathered your things to go back inside, you bumped into someone, and you ended up spilling your drink on this person.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry"

You said as you bumped into him and threw your drink at him, of course not on purpose.

The drink went all over his shirt and black jacket that he had on.

"It's fine, don't worry about it"

He said to you in a polite way possible. You grabbed the nearest napkin that you could find on the table and started to dab his shirt.

"Sorry I wasn't looking where I was going, I will pay for any dry cleaning"

You said to him in the most polite way possible. You felt stupid for nearly falling on to him and spilling your drink all over him, but accidents happen. All you felt was guilt inside but mostly very clumsy and stupid for letting this happen.

"Honestly, it's fine, darling it's not that expensive"

He said in a calm, charming voice.

"I didn't do it on purpose. I just lost my balanced stupid shoes"

You said while chucking nervously, which made him chuckle too.

"It happens, don't worry about it. You're not the first to fall for me"

He said in a playful voice.

"I wasn't falling for anyone. I just couldn't see where I was going, honestly"

You explained to him while laughing. You did your best to clean the stain of his shirt jacket in the process he gently grabbed your hand, and it was the most gentle touch. His soft, warm hands slowly landed on your wrist as slowly moved your hands away.

"Hey, don't worry about its fine accidents happen. I'm Brad, by the way"

He says to you, putting out his hand for you to shake it. You gave him a smile and then introduced yourself to him, too.

"Lovely bumping into you, Brad, my name is Y\N"

You say to him.

"Pleasure meeting you, hey you wanna grab a table"?

He asked, and you really didn't say yes. Part of you didn't want to go back to a nosy bar, so you stayed with him, watching as he picked the perfect table with a perfect view of the city.

You started to feel butterflies in your stomach. You pushed those feelings away as you didn't want to ruin this amazing moment. You had no idea where this was heading, but turning back wasn't your intention.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

He asked.

"No thanks, I might just spill it on you again"

You laughed, and so did he.

The pair of you sat down facing each. You were definitely nervous, but you did your very best to hide it even though Brad knew it. You loved his company, and he loved yours it was like you have known him your life while when in reality you only just met him.

Instantly, you began to feel something for him. Literally, you began to fall in love with everything him about him. The way he laughed, the way he spoke, the way he looked at you, and the hs smiled at you when you were paying attention to everything that you were saying he was very interested in the conversation that you were having. You were talking about your job with him and he wanted to know more about you and you also did the same.

You spent hours talking and getting to know each other and finally you accepted his offer on the drink which he kindly offered to pay for.

There was no time limit for you, and neither for him, but then it was coming up to closing time, and bar workers ordered for everyone to leave even though you really didn't want this moment to end.

"Well, Brad, it was great chatting with you, but I really need to go now as ths bar is now closing"

You said while gathering your things and talking to him outside. He walked behind you, and with every step you made you feel all shy, you felt as if he was watching you, but you loved his eyes which was definitely on you, and yes, you felt it.

"Well, I had a great time. Like I said, it was a pleasure meeting you, and please don't worry about the stain. I'll sort it somehow. I really enjoyed tonight. Thanks to you"

He said now he was facing you and you were facing him. Everyone else walked either stumbling and unable to walk, and you were just glad that wasn't you drunk liks thsy werel. You were a bit tipsy, but that didn't stop you from walking correctly.

"I had a great time, thanks, and I am sorry for the drink again. I'm just very clumsy at times. I had a lovely night, and it was great meeting you too, Brad. "

You said to him.

"I'm sure we will see each other again"

He says very hopeful.

"Maybe we will"

You said with a smile,

Brad looked into your eyes, and you locked your locked eyes with him, too. The pair of you were unable to look away. Instead, you remained outside the rhw bar, letting others go by. He then grabbed your hands and his fingers wrapped around yours.

You then walked close towards him, his lips brushed against yours he pulled you close. You felt his breath, which was smelt like wine and minty fresh seconds after your lips touched. His lips delveroured yours. His lips tasted sweet, and you didn't want it to end you loved every moment you spent with him as it was just the cherry on top.

"I am definitely sure I'd be seeing again"

He said to you in between kisses.

"Oh definitely will now stop talking and kiss me"

You said.

He kindly obeyed your request and carried on kissing.you You have no intention to let you go atoeast, not yet anyways, and neither did he. This is definitely the start of something of something brand new for you, well the pair of you...

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holyghostbws · 9 months

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heartbreaks and mistakes ; bws 💔

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A week after his birthday, the call came.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For a second, silence filled the atmosphere.

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

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

“Goodbye, y/n.”

💔

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Writing? Seriously?” Connor said in disbelief.

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

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

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

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imaginesxthevamps · 2 years

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

You're mine | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 1.7k

Date: 20/08/2022

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are we going?", you ask.

"Yes".

"But I'm still wet".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bend over ", he instructs you.

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

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

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

"Yes baby".

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

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

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

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

"You taste amazing", he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck me harder Brad", you moan out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brad doesn't dare to look at you.

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

You stand up and hug him tightly.

"You'll never lose me, baby".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop, please, Bradley", you squeal.

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

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

You take his hand and take him into the shower.

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“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?”

#brad simpson fluff #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson imagines #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson x y/n #brad simpson x you #bradley simpson imagines #bradley simpson imagine #bradley simpson fluff

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catgirlmush · 2 years

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dunno how ppl write brad simpson from the vamps as a dom considering he's sung, in multiple songs, saying he wants to be tied down and taken advantage of, basically 😭😭.

cherry blossom song "nothing but you"

#brad simpson smut #the vamps #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson #bradley will simpson #brad simpson x reader

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alltoomaples · 11 months

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hello people! firstly, i wanted to say thank you sm for all the love on the latest work of mine! im soo overwhelmed with your responses and im so grateful for this! soo thank you once again!🫶🏼

talking about works, im working on my next post as we discussed earlier. soo after that, ive got to work on few new ones and that means

IT'S TIME FOR POLL!!!!🙌🏽

I've got 2 more polls for further 2 writeups soo keep a look out on that. I hope y'all have a lovely friday and a great weekend ahead! see yaa on the next post byeeeee

#alltoomaples with poll questions #bradley simpson #the vamps brad #brad simpson x reader #formula one #f1 x reader #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland #joe kerry #joe kerry x reader

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autumnscribbles · 1 year

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after the show | b.s

summary: brad finishes a great show in London, and after he loses the adrenaline and excitement, he just wants to be close to his favourite person.

word count: 918

A/n: thank you to the anon that requested this!!! i love fluffy brad! you guys are the best, all the requests in my inbox are so cute so feel free to keep them coming!

The roar of the crowd continued as the boys ran off stage, the four of them cheering as well. Their show at the O2 in London was insane, and the adrenaline was coursing through their veins.

“That was sick!” Tristan screamed, all of them agreeing in the form of cheers and hugs.

“Absolutely insane,” Brad agreed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He loved the feeling he got right after he walked off the stage at a show. The energy of the crowd would continue to feed off him for a while, and he would just continue to think about how much fun he had with the boys on stage performing for their wonderful fans.

They ran down the hall backstage to get to the dressing room, chugging water and getting undressed from their stage clothes, ready to be in something more comfortable. Brad couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, but as he looked around the room he wished you were there. You wanted to come to the London show so badly, but you needed to pick up a late shift at work so promised Brad you would have a nice night in together once he got home.

“Alright boys,” Brad said, wrapping his arms around all of them. “I’m gonna head out, the lady is waiting.”

“Have a good night,” Connor said while patting him on the back. “See you tomorrow, don’t be too knackered.”

“No promises,” Brad winked, grabbing his jacket that he had flung over the back of the chair as he headed out.

The adrenaline was still pretty high as he made his way back to your place together, his ears ringing as he sat in silence. It was always a weird feeling, going from the loud music and cheering to a silent car, or a silent room. It was a stark contrast and Brad sometimes found it hard to adjust. He replayed the night in his mind, still smiling to himself.

You sat on the couch, a blanket thrown over your lap and a cup of tea in your hand as you watched a Christmas movie. You felt cozy and warm and were happy to be done work. You looked at your phone to check the time, expecting Brad to be home soon. You were excited to see him and were disappointed that you had to miss the show tonight. You adored watching Brad on stage. The way he exuded such confidence, such joy and positive energy, it radiated off him.

You heard the door open and smiled, looking over your shoulder to see him walk through the door.

“Hey baby,” you grinned. “How was it?”

You beckoned him over to you, and he flopped onto the couch next to you, immediately taking your hand into his. His rings felt cold for a moment, but your hands quickly warmed up together.

“It was amazing,” he smiled. “I wish you were there.”

“Me too,” you pouted. “But I’ll be at the next one, I promise.”

“Can’t wait,” he grinned.

“Want some tea?” you asked, moving the blanket so you could get up and make him one.

“Yes please, babe,” he said, his soft brown eyes melting your heart. “And one of those ginger biscuits you buy that I love so much?”

“Of course,” you laughed, placing the blanket over him and walking to the kitchen to boil the kettle and get the biscuits.

You were able to see the couch from the kitchen, and watched as Brad pulled his knees up and rested his head down on the arm of the couch. He always got sleepy after a show once his adrenaline depleted. He would crash and just want to cuddle on the couch.

You poured the tea and grabbed the cookies, making your way back to where Brad was. You set the mug on the table beside yours and placed the cookies down as well.

“Tired?” you asked, sitting back down beside him.

“Come here,” he mumbled, opening up the blanket inviting you in.

You lay down, cuddling into him as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against yours.

“You have the post show cuddles?” you joked, tracing your fingers up and down his arm.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, squeezing you tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you smiled, interlocking your fingers with his. You loved holding his hands, they made you feel safe.

“Can I stay here forever?” he asked.

“I wish,” you giggled. “Want your tea?”

“Just want to hold you,” he smiled sleepily, brushing his fingers across your cheek.

You loved when he got like this. For some reason, when he had an adrenaline crash he wanted nothing more than to be close to you, touching you everywhere and holding you close. It made you feel warm. Safe. Happy.

“Are you gonna do this even when I go to the show tomorrow?” you teased.

“Of course,” he replied. “I’m gonna do this all the time.”

He sat up reluctantly, sipping his tea and eating his biscuit, smiling blissfully. He turned to your, placing his hands on either side of your face and pressing his lips to your forehead, and then your lips.

“You’re my favourite person in the whole world,” he told you sincerely.

“And you’re mine,” you smiled, kissing him again.

He lay in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his curls, listening to the slowing and deepening of his breathing as he dozed off, drained from an amazing night.

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson fanfic #the vamps #the vamps imagine #the vamps fanfic #tristan evans #connor balll #james mcvey #imagine #fanfic

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just-my-type-x · 1 year

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my request about jealousy will be an angst about Brad breaking up with the reader because she is "too innocent and annoying" and didn't like to drink and smoke like him, so she moves to LA, meets vinnie hacker and starts dating him ( Vinnie quits smoking and feels happy and makes the reader happier) and Brad ends up seeing them at a coffee shop in LA while he's there for work. he will be jealous to see the two

I hope you understand and thank you very much :)

Smoke and Fire

Again, whatever is presented in this imagine doesn't reflect the truth about their behaviour. Under no circumstances do i say that Brad does this stuff or behaves like this. Pics not mine. ♥️

"You can't just expect me to drop everything for you!", Brad shouts and y/n's mouth drops to the floor.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?", she asks in disbelief and scoffs, turning her head away from him. "I didn't even ask you for anything big, i didn't ask for the moon or the stars or anything like that!",she shouts and Brad is quick to roll his eyes.

"There are some things i really can't leave behind. These are my habits, as bad as they are, you should try and accept me the way i am!", he shouts back and moves behind the counter to get himself a small water bottle. He takes a few sips and let's it fall with noise on the table.

"That's funny, because last time i checked you asked me to become more outgoing, social and more friendly with your friends. And by the way, your friends liked me just the way i am, you're the only one who put a label on me as being too shy and introvert to hang out with the group. You left me at home time and time again when you went out. You even hung out with Liberty!", she throws her arms around the room and thinks if she should just grab her stuff and go. Brad's face isn't readable, he's just serious and doesn't seem to bother with the situation.

"Yes, because you never bring something to the conversation! You just sit next to me and laugh at whatever joke is made. That's not how things are supposed to work.", Brad says calmly and walks over to his couch.

"Oh so there's a rulebook of yours that i have to follow? And how are things supposed to work? Isn't it good enough that we get along just fine the 2 of us?", y/n walks in front of him and looks down at him

"You're so annoying when it comes to group hangouts. I start to believe that affects our relationship too.", he sighs and y/n is left speechless in front of the man she loves the most.

"Oh so I'm supposed to change my whole identity and my whole behaviour for you to consider me ok when hanging out with our friends, but you can't even give up smoking and some of your drinking?", she gives him a few moments of silence, hoping he'd realise what's going on between them and how stupid the conversation is. He just looks down, intertwining his fingers together.

"You should go, this won't work out between us, I'm sorry.", still looking down, Brad gets up and leaves the room.

A few months later

"You should really buy something else other than caramel macchiato, babe", Vinnie laughs as he intertwines his fingers with y/n's. She chuckles and brings his fingers closer to her mouth, placing a quick kiss on them. She rubs his knuckles, her gaze falling on his beautiful features and her eyes remaining on his. "What?", he smiles widely and a subtle shade of pink appears on his cheekbones.

"You're so perfect.", she sighs and leans on the back of the chair

"Definitely not, you know that.", Vinnie takes a sip of his coffee and makes the same move as his girlfriend. "I've been a pretty bad boy", they both laugh at his statement, but y/n shakes her head.

"At least you're perfect for me. You were there for me when i needed you the most and you've done things for me to make me feel wanted and loved.", she shrugs her shoulders and clears her throat, her answer sounding more emotional than she anticipated. "i mean, you knew i wasn't feeling ok with people smoking and you're quitting for me and i believe this is a real sign that you actually care about me.", she blushes and Vinnie's smile melts her even more. He has true feelings for her and she's found someone to understand this part of her.

"I did it because I love you and i know you only wish for me to be well", they lean over the table and peck each other's lips, but go in for another one, deepening it like no one's in the room with them anymore. Vinnie's tongue licks y/n's bottom lip and it's quick to find hers. They break the kiss, looking into each other's eyes and smiling like crazy at one another. He pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, whispering sweet things to her, while, from the outside of the coffee shop, Brad and the rest of the band think about avoiding the situation, but it's impossible. They're supposed to meet up with a brand manager and that's the meeting spot, a few tables away from y/n and her new love interest.

"Well, i think we should go inside.", Brad calls the shots, not taking his eyes off y/n, who's giggling and is visibly having a good time. The door opens heavily, or at least this is how Brad feels it, and the air in the room thickens when he enters the same lounge as her. As if she knew he was walking inside the coffee shop, y/n's eyes moved towards the entrance. Her face went pale, forgetting about the sweet words she's received.

"Y/n? What happ-", Vinnie turns around to look in the same direction as his girlfriend and stops when he sees Brad walking towards them. He walks past her, holding her gaze until he passes, the boys greeting them both and exchanging a few words.

Time goes at the speed of the snail and the coffees Vinnie and y/n drink don't seem to come to an end. Of course, they could leave, but outside is pouring. Sometimes it rains in LA, but even when it does, it's no joke. She also can't seem to find her peace anymore. She's agitated and constantly bounces her leg, stressed. Tho Vinnie knows who's the cause of that, he can only throw glances at Brad, who's very much drowned in whatever the brand manager tells them about the sponsorship. Somehow Vinnie believes that someone who's this concentrated at work, having their ex 5 feet away, means that they never had something strong or special while dating. But he's wrong. Brad looks towards y/n every chance he has. He barely hears the manager talking, because he can only replay in his head the conversation they had that night, fighting over a piece of nothing. Brad looks one more time at y/n, almost jumping off his seat when he sees the chair in front of her empty.

"Excuse me just a second, this is important", Brad leaves the meeting table, almost stepping on Connor's foot. He seats at the table with y/n, both shocked by the event. "I'm sorry, it won't take long"

"It better not.", she crosses her arms at her chest, her cheeks getting red with frustration and regret

"I couldn't just stay there anymore and watch you two together.", he admits without any problem, making y/n's jaw drop

"Bradley, you can't just say that and expect me to be ok with you", she shakes her head and tries to avoid eye contact with him by checking if Vinnie's coming from the bathroom.

"Stop looking after him", Brad says and taps on the table, while her eyes widen. "It wasn't supposed to come out like that. Just.. Are you happy? Does he give you want i didn't?", he asks, voice cracking. Y/n corrects her posture and straightens her back, trying to keep eye contact with Brad.

"Yes, he does, and he doesn't find me too inocent or an introvert, I'm not annoying to him and he did make some sacrifices for my sake", her voice shakes because of the built up anger

"That night still haunts me and I'm so sorry I've told you all that stuff. I was such a different man a few months ago."

"Oh, so you're trying to tell me that you've changed?", she scoffs and leans on the back of the chair

"Yes, i did, and it was so hard spending this whole time a few tables that way", Brad points to the table, where, fortunately, the boys were talking and keeping the manager entertained and focused on the job.

"I leave for a few seconds and you already come begging for her to come back?", Vinnie's smirk is anything but friendly and Brad chuckles when he sees it.

"No one was begging for anything, babe", y/n intervenes and takes a sip of coffee, the tension building up at the table

"We were just chatting. Did you enjoy your time in the bathroom? You've been there for quite some time. Are you feeling well?", Brad mocks Vinnie and y/n gasps, but holds back a laugh.

"Oh we've got jokes now? How about you go back and learn how to treat her?", he takes his phone and coffee cup and waits for y/n to do the same, but she's still seated.

"it's my pleasure taking her away from you", Brad smiles satisfied and Vinnie is stopped by y/n before he could say anything else.

"Please, stop, both of you are acting childish. Babe, wait for me outside please? I need to finish my conversion with Brad", she offers a smile but Vinnie just turns and leaves. "You can't talk like that, you never cared enough about me"

"And i regret every single thing that i haven't done right while we were dating. I didn't think things through and I'm sorry i made you suffer. But seeing you here, with him, made my soul shatter. I wasn't ready to see you with someone else. Not with someone who offered you everything you needed right away. I feel like shit for not offering you the world. Just give me one more chance ", Brad pleads and takes her hands in his. Hesitant, y/n takes her hands away, but the way her hands lingered more in his makes her shake her head and get up from the table.

"You can't just expect me to fall in love with you and leave my boyfriend for you", she almost chuckles. "And what are you even doing in LA?"

"Are you in love with him?", he asks her and a twitch on her face makes his heart pound harder.

"Of course i am", she starts walking towards the exit and Brad follows her close behind

"You're not. Your face didn't light up when i asked you about him", he stops her in her tracks

"Brad, this isn't any of your business anymore. I'm getting over you and please, if you see me on the Street while you're here, please ignore me. You don't do me good", y/n turns around to look one more time at Brad, whose eyes are obviously sad

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That unloving you will be the hardest thing i'll have to deal with. Now, excuse me.", she exits the coffee shop and leaves Brad in the same spot, speechless and hopeless. He gets back to the meeting table, ordering a glass of scotch and looking over the sponsorship notes.

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson smut #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson x y/n #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine

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fallingforel · 11 months

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the fluff /angst prompt list

below is the prompt list for my requested fics, i write for arctic monkeys, the 1975 one direction and the vamps so please if you would like to request don’t be afraid to I’ll do my best but yes please dont hesitate to ask any burning questions you may have.

“You’re family.”

“I care about you.”

“I need you.”

“Can I join you.”

“You made your choice.”

“This isn’t fair!”

“How could you do this?”

“Do you hate me?”

“I could never leave you behind.”

“Come with me.”

“That’s sweet.”

“You look great.”

“Where are you going?”

“That’s new.”

“Let me help you.”

“Drop the attitude.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

“Do you like it?”

“You smell nice.”

“They didn’t deserve you.”

“I trust you, do you trust me?”

“Karma is a bitch.”

“What the hell?”

“Son of a bitch.”

“I hope your day gets better.”

“I’m here if you need to talk.”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Sorry.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why are you acting like this?”

“How do I look?”

“Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.”

“What is this about?”

“You look like hell.”

“I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“It’s good to see you.”

“You know, you can stay if you want to.”

“I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.”

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

“I almost feel bad for you.”

“What you did was stupid.”

“No. You listen to me.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I know you’re scared.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“You’re not helping.”

“It’s not safe here.”

“You should leave.”

“Everything is fine.”

“I’ll keep you safe.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Just go away.”

“You don’t have to act like you’re okay.”

“I’m only here to help.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“Thanks for nothing.”

“I’m done.”

“You think that this is easy for me?”

“I hate seeing you like this.”

“You make me so mad.”

“I brought you dinner.”

“Say what?”

“You’ll be fine.”

“You’ve got me on your side.”

“I don’t like you…. I love you.”

“I don’t want you… I need you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“I can tell you’re lying.”

“You’re in danger.”

“You deserve better.”

“You’ve changed.”

“I think I’m in trouble.”

“You always find a way to surprise me.”

“You did what you had to do.”

“You have no idea.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“This is just great.”

“You’re here late.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“I wanted to apologize.”

“It’s just you and me.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

“Calm down.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh come on.”

“No one is perfect.”

“You’ve been quiet.”

“What did you just say?”

“I’ll always be there for you.”

“Fair enough.”

“When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“You’re not crazy.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You believe me, don’t you?”

“Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”

“Shhh… You need to be quiet.”

“Fuck you!”

“You don’t even know me.”

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bradsbabe · 3 months

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For You | Brad Simpson pt 2.

Words | 1.52k

pairings | brad simpson x fem reader

warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing

***

“Why do you want to leave?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

Brad gets up and walks to the door.

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

“Where is she?” James asked.

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

***

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

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

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

“Thank you, and of course.” I said.

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Brad, open up.” James yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, do you have a condom?”

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

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

We end the night together in a relaxing warm bath.

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

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

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

“What's wrong?” I asked.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

“Is everything okay?” James asked.

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

“Yeah, why.”

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

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

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

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

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