#Brad Simpson Blurb

[alltoomaples]

until i found you💌

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

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

happy reading <33

love.jpg - LN

life in film - LN

you are in love - CL

--- MORE UPDATES COMING SOON ---

[ihopeimsomeonesstellasomeday]

Another You

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Brad put his hand on her knee once more to stop her from the insistent habit. It was understandable how nervous she felt, but the longevity of her behaviour surprised the band. Yes, the song was one of the most personal they have written together, and yes, it was nerve wracking. But the ball of stress didn’t leave her chest since the first time they decided that it would be best to include her in the performance. It wasn’t even a big performance anyway, just a cosy party with fellow industry people and an acoustic little performance. It was a piece of cake, just to have fun.

Breath in, and then slowly out. She repeated to herself a couple of times, willing his non-existing lunch to go down. God, wasn’t she furious with herself, felt betrayed most of all. It was just a stupid performance, but she was still thinking about the person she wrote the song to. About how he would feel after hearing the lyrics, if he ever did obviously. Would he feel sad, like a blade was piercing through his heart, like how she felt every time she saw him with another? The tears starting to cloud her sight was the last thing she needed at the moment, so she looked up and tried to shoo the unpleasant thoughts away alongside the tears. Standing up and evening out the edges of her skirt she marched out of the room with confident steps. It was enough time she wasted on feeling sorry for everything. Now it was showtime. 

She walked over to the small table that held cocktails and fetched herself the brightest one with the umbrella, it was going to be a great night. The big room wasn’t much, a classic penthouse if you will, with a small area in the farther middle with some mic stands and enough space to fit a small-portioned band. Very cosy and cute if you asked her. Even though singing in front of everyone made her nauseated from the start, even though she had to agree that the feeling mostly went away, she got used to it with time. And the boys really helped, they have known each other for roughly three years. The first meeting happened again in one of the industry parties she attended with 5sos, luckily there was another boy band that consisted of goofy youngsters, if you may excuse her French.  It was safe to say they hit it off from the start, especially her and Brad. They never cut ties after that night, having exchanged numbers already.

Brad was a constant thing in her life. Even though it was hard to keep updated of each other’s life every day, they did a splendid job at never making it too long, whether it was just a simple ‘everything good?’ or just some stupid joke they thought was the funniest thing they heard. Everything became easy after that and suddenly Brad was her comfort person. There were some things she wouldn’t feel comfortable talking about if it wasn’t with him, and vice versa. Which brought them here, about to perform one of the most sentimental and heart-felt songs they have ever written, together or individually.

 Another you, was written after both of their monumental break ups, when she decided to stay in England for a few weeks to catch up and to mend her broken heart if she can. Then the song was born. It was a piano ballad, it was sad, but it was also hopeful in the way it promised them a start. It helped them get their head straight again, gave them a place to hold on to, a place to carry them forward. The alternative was to drown in their heartbreak and cry themselves to numbness with a bottle of wine, which really lost its appeal after a week of doing exactly that. So, one night, when they were basically having a battle on ‘who can talk more shit about the other’s ex’ they looked at each other and decided to stop feeling like that. They wasted enough time dwelling on them, but now was the time they understood the craziness of the situation. No one is irreplaceable. So, if it was not meant to be, there will always be someone else. (Or not obviously, she was all for being independent, but that is not the point now.)

Walking back to the boys with a new-found confidence in her steps was something she would be proud of later in the evening, alone. A soft smile placed itself on her face at the sight of her friends, warming their voices up while messing around. It was always astonishing to see bands that got on so well, their dynamics, their friendship and all the other bonuses. No one can deny the appeal of a band like One Direction but something about friends from the start really played with the strings of her heart. The lightning inside the room had a golden dim to it, just enough to give it the necessary luxurious vibe with the sincereness still intact. 

“Do you know when we’ll be on?” 

She asked, to no one in particular. “Probably in about half an hour.” Replied Tristan, while threading his fingers through his hair. Nice, she thought, enough to get mentally ready, but not enough to drive you mad. She gently sat on the small place next to Brad who was playing some specific chords and singing along. She joined him and reached out to the piano a little farther in front of her. Singing something she wrote always brought calmness and happiness to her, Making her feel extremely proud and causing her to disassociate from the real world. Her voice combined with Brad’s calm voice soothed her. Couple of other songs, some warm-up sessions later they started to move over to the little stage. Some with their instruments and the others with a couple of water bottles in hand. It was true that she was only going to be in one song, but the boys will be there for a small set of about four songs. She did a couple more of those breathing exercises to decrease her heartbeat. 

Brad was seated on the piano, next to him was her on a stool with a microphone in front of her. She arranged the mic stand to her height while others either checked their instruments one more time or took a sip of their water, she raised her head and caught Brad eying her with a giddy tinkle in his eyes. He raised a brow, asking if she was ready and smiled wildly when she replied with a small nod of her head. 

He cleared his throat and leaned into the mic that was attached to the piano in a charming, his hands sitting on top of his thighs. “Good evening, everyone.” He greeted everyone first. 

“I am Brad, and we are The Vamps, plus one. This is our dear friend Leighton. She is going to be singing our first song with us. The song is called Another You, Leighton and I wrote it a while back and felt like it was time we introduced it to the rest of you, the song is very dear to our hearts and…. Hope you enjoy it.”

He faced her one more time to assure, and then started the song after a countdown. The first line of the song burned a hole in her chest, the desperation in the first verse was just as touching every time she listened to Brad sing them. She was amazed by the way Brad put these together in mostly freestyle. They were so heartfelt that it felt wrong to share with the world, the exposure was real in this one.

“Am I to blame?

Is "leave me lonely" written on my face?

Did I try too hard to make you stay?

Guess I let my hopes get high again.”

She easily found herself closing her eyes and losing the feel of anything other than the lyrics. The possibility of Calum seeing this was high, but she didn’t care at the moment. She just wanted to express that she moved on too. That she didn’t care that much either, that it was time she got him out of her heart too. Because it was unfair, in her opinion, how he got to move on as fast as he did, leaving no choice for her but to suck it up and do the same. She was almost sure he was pretending but the knowledge didn’t make it hurt less unfortunately. 

“It took some time

For me to figure out that I'll be fine

Without you there to keep me warm at night

I guess you never were my ride-or-die”

She knew the part that would hurt the most was her dig to their tattoos, but she just simply couldn’t help herself. It felt like the heaviness behind them was something to get over. They were not a ride or die, maybe in the past, but not now. So, she wanted to make that clear, and hit it low. Feeling the tears pooling in her eyes once more while singing her verse, she forced her voice to get affected by the personal emotions. 

The song seemed to end too quickly once it started and she was almost startled back to reality with the sound of light claps. While a genuine smile appeared on her face she thanked them quietly and gave Brad a quick hug, wishing him good luck on the rest of their performance alongside the boys. She walked away slowly from the stage, trying to find a decent enough seat to sit. 

‘That went well’ she said to herself once seated comfortably, with a new bottle of water she fetched on the way. Her heartbeat slowly turned back to its normal pace since she was out of the spotlight now. And even if the word gets out and finds him, well then… It is what it is.

[just-my-type-x]

Ok so i finally found a prompt list because i want to keep writing blurbs/short imagines based on those cuz i had fun with them last time.

Do u want me to post the prompt list so u could choose a number and a person, plus, if u already have an idea of what u want, the topic of the blurb?

I do have some rules tho:

The people i write for are Brad Simpson, Colby Brock, Sam Golbach, Dylan O'brien (&characters) and Cody Christian (&characters)

The Colby requests WILL NOT be smuts, BUT if the prompt u choose has some smut indication like the last one (hence "i will ruin u/ and i can't remember the rest), i will manage to not make them smut, just give them the idea of smut. I hope that made sense.

Also a Colby rule, I'm kindly asking u to be patient, in case u request something, and wait until he makes his health announcement again so i could start writing stuff ♥���

U can request whatever u want with the others.

U can combine as many people as u want in a request, i don't mind.

Be as specific as u want if u feel like u want something specific, i don't mind.

Please send the prompt, because they aren't numbered this time and i don't want to end up mistaking one for another.

[ohholyfanfics]

Hello! Can you pls do this week’s 15 with Brad?

Prompt: "You are a terrible liar"

Prompt Masterlist: x

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He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, as she rocked softly on her feet. Her hands behind her back and a certain glint in her eyes making his suspicion grow. They hadn't been together long, but Bradley knew enough to know when his girl was up too sometime.

"Anything you want to tell me?" he hummed leaning forward with a soft smile. His eyes tracing over her face, as she let out a soft giggle connecting their lips.

"Missed you.." she finally breathed out causing him to smile softly and tugging her closer into his embrace.

He hummed out a response as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck tugging him impossibly closer to her. His smile widen, before their eye contact broke.

"What was that?"

"What?"

"You are a terrible liar, darling.." he chuckled softly as he walked around her to get himself a cup of coffee. She looked at him in confusion knowing he had something more to add to his little statement. "I just heard a few things from a few people.."

"What's that suppose too mean?"

He shrugged pulling out two glasses of wine before filling one up and handing it to her. She licked her lips before taken a sip and trying to think what she said.

"Oh you know.." he mumbled as he looked her over before something finally clicked.

"How snitched?"

"No one snitched, you just aren't great at keeping secrets my love.."

She rolled her eyes leaning against the cool stone as their eyes met. His eyes studying her with a shimmer that made her heart skip a beat and her hands to get slightly sweaty.

"Oh yeah, that what's the big secret Simpson?"

"We're having a baby, which reminds me.." he mumbled leaning over and quickly shoving the glass from her hand making her blink rapidly trying to digest everything that was just said to her.

"Wait-huh?"

"You're pregnant that's what you're hiding from me."

He watched as she doubled over in laughter making him frown as he took in her reaction. Her eyes clouded with tears as the words he spoke kept repeating themselves in her head.

"Darling, that is perhaps the craziest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth.." she finally spoke as she calmed down a bit. "for the record I'm not expecting, but I do have a surprise."

"I don't get it, Tristian said-"

"Said that we're having a baby right?"

Brad nodded his head as he watched her pull out her phone and cutest little puppy showed up on her screen.

"This is our baby.."

[matchacloudz]

College / Uni AU

(Not mine, but god I wish he’d look at me like that) 

Masterlist

Requested: Yes / No

Summary: During a long day at school Bradley decides to take care of his girlfriend in the best way he can think.

TW: Mentions of smut (bc I can’t write it) 

Also: Short little blurb 

Bradley:

As I sit in Logic class, I can literally feel my soul leave my body - wanting to be anywhere but I here. It’s not a class I necessarily need, but I figured it wouldb be an extra credit towards my degree. However, I feel myself losing brain cells every second I sit in this desk. 

The one thing dragging me from my daydream was the constant buzzing in my pocket. I knew who it was and I knew I shouldn’t have looked at it - but anything would be better than what is currently happening in front of me. 

Y/N: Can you bring up some sort of emergency so I can get out here please? I’m losing my mind

Y/N: Braaaaad, you don’t care about Logic just leave

Y/N: And take me with you

Y/N: I don’t know if I can take this anymore 

Y/N: I might actually jump out of the window - it can’t be that far can it?

I couldn’t help the smile that graced my face. She is definetly dramatic, but at the same time jumping out the window would be something she would heavily consider. 

Brad: 1-10 how bad is it?

Almost immediately, the three bubbles appeared. 

Y/N: I’m about to fake being sick - I don’t even think this person cares about what they’re saying 

Weighing my options; I could help her relax and have some fun, or I could continue being bombarded with texts and keep losing focus in a class I literally don’t care about anymore. Going with the better option I gathered my stuff, nodded to my teacher and walked out the door. 

Brad: Meet me near the library

Y/N

I smiled, reading the text my boyfriend sent me and quickly collected my stuff. The teacher had his back turned and I quickly made my way out of lecture theatre, heading towards where my boyfriend was waiting for me. 

The short walk later I allowed myself to enter his waiting arms. Immediately being wrapped up in them. “How bad was it?” He whispered into the top of my head, still squishing me in his arms. “I wasn’t joking about the window - this is only what, the second floor?” I said, inhaling his perfect scent. “You know, Tris is out of town if you wanna head to my dorm.” I didn’t even answer him, I just took his hand and started walking towards his dorm room.

-

He unlocked the door and straight away went to the bathroom. “Get on the bed, take off your shirt” he ordered. I rolled my eyes but answered with ‘yes sir’. I stripped off my shirt, which was really his hoodie and took my bra off with it. A few seconds later Brad emerged his shirt off and a bottle of oil - the same oil i’ve been missing for a few days now. “Wait oh my god are you giving me a massage?” I asked rolling over to my front. “You’re always taking care of people darling, I just want to do the same to you” he said, straddling my waist.

I allowed my eyes to close as he spread an even amount of oil onto his hands and onto my back. Honestly, I was trying not to cry, Brad continues to surprise me everyday, and the fact someone actually took time out of their day to look after me is one of the sweetest things ever.

As his hands explored my back, doing deeper and lower I couldn’t help the moans escaping my lips. “Oh darling, we’re alone - be as loud as you wish” he whispered, kissing the shell of my ear. A few minutes later, his hands guided me to lay on my back. “Knew you wanted to see my boobs” I commented, getting a laugh from the boy ontop of me. “I mean, they’re lovely - and” as his hands oiled them up he seemed lost in the sight. I couldn’t help it either, as his hands kneaded and pinched, I could feel myself getting more and more turned on. 

“Oh fuck it” he whispered, capturing my lips in his. 

[itwaslastnightwhenifellinlove]

Preference #37: Ice Skating 1/2

Brad: I couldn't believe it was that time of year again. The cold weather and Christmas was right around the corner. I was sitting down at the kitchen table trying to plan everything. I loved having a list and everything planned, it just made everything so much easier.  We just a few weeks away from Christmas and I just had so much to do. Brad was good at knowing when I was stressed and when I needed a break. “Babe,” he said as he came downstairs. “What babe?” I finally turned away from my computer. “Let's go out to get something to eat” he said. “Sure” I agreed. I got up from my chair and stretched as it had been a while since I stood up. I made my way upstairs and got ready for dinner. We just went to one of our favorite spots that we normally go too. “I have a surprise for you,” he said. “What you mean? I thought we were just getting dinner” I looked at him. “Well I guess you don't know me that well” he smirked. “Brad,” I said. “Just trust me,” he said. He paid for dinner and came back to the table grabbing my hand. I followed him out of the restaurant but we didn't go straight to the car. We walked down to where the town just opened up this skating ring. It was for the season but I didn't know how to skate. “Brad, I can't skate,” I said. “Just trust me” he kissed me softly. “I don't want to fall” I took a deep breath in. “I got you” he smiled as he walked to get the skates. We both sat down on the bench and put our skates on. He stood up grabbing my hands pulling me up to him. We walked to the ring, he went onto the ice first. I stepped on the ice and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I held onto him though I wouldn't allow him to let go of me. “You got it, babe,” he said as he held my hands. “Brad don't you dare let me go,” I said. “You are doing amazing,” he said. He gently let my hand go and I was skating alone. He still had his arms out just to be sure I didn't fall. “I can't believe I'm doing it,” I said as I looked up. “You are baby” he smiled. “Whoa, you let me go,” I said. “And you aren't falling, I got you if you do,” he said. “Ok” I took a deep breath and started to focus on what I was doing. He intertwined our fingers together as we skated around. We soon took a break so we could rest, I rested my head against his shoulder. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked. “Of course,” I said as I played with his fingers. The night sky started to set in and the lights lit up the ring, it was beautiful. We made a few more rounds the ice before deciding to go home. I made up hot cocoa and we snuggled up by the fire. It was the perfect ending to the day.

Tristan: Living the fast pace of life was sometimes insane. I never could believe how fast time was going. It was just the new year and yet here we are again looking Christmas in its face. I always did my shopping as quickly as I could but Tristan loved waiting until the last minute. I couldn't even try to explain his mindset but as long as it got done. I sat down in the den with the fireplace going. I started to wrap the presents that I had gotten, just to get it out of the way. “Babe?” he leaned against the door frame. “Yes,” I leaned back so my back was against the wall. “What are you doing?” he questioned. “Wrapping the presents that I have” I said. “We normally wait until Christmas eve,” he said. “No that's you and then I have to help because you waited to the last minute” I looked up at him. “True” he smiled slightly. “But I love every second” I got up from the floor. “I know you do” he smirked as he pulled me to him. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I was wondering if you wanted to go do something tonight,” he said. “We should go ice skating,” I said. “Uh you know I can't skate,” he said. “Well first time for everything” I said. “Babe” he pouted slightly. “No we are going, Ill teach you,” I said. “I'll fall on my ass” he looked at me. “Please” I played with his shirt. “Only for you” he leaned down and peeked my lips. “Thank you” I leaned up and kissed him softly. “So do I need a pillow?” he chuckled slightly. “No, well maybe” I smiled. “which one are we going to?” he questioned. “Let's go to the one downtown, the one with all the Christmas stuff up,” I said. “And then we could go to that restaurant you love so much,” he said. “Sounds like a plan,” I said. We both went upstairs so we could get ready, I watched him in the mirror. I knew he was only doing this because of me which made me love him that much more. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Resting his head against my shoulder, his hands resting against my stomach. “Ready?” he whispered. “Yeah I am, just gotta grab my coat,” I said. “Alright babe” he kissed my cheek softly. I pulled myself free from his arms. I grabbed my jacket and phone before heading downstairs. I slipped on my shoes as he made his way downstairs. We got into the car and we were on our way downtown, it was a little drive since we didn't live in the city. We got to the skating ring and I went to get our skates, I could tell that he was nervous. I made my way back to where he was sitting. I sat down next to him and placed his skates next to him. I leaned in and kissed him softly, placing my hand against his cheek. We both put our skates on and walked to the ring. I got onto the ice before and reached my hands for him. He stepped onto the ice and took my hands, trying to keep his balance. He held onto the wall and my hand until he slowly started to get the hang of it. “There you go,” I said. “I can't believe I'm actually doing this” he smiled. He let go of the wall and we skated around the ring. He started to show off, I just knew this would land him in trouble. He tried to skate backward and ended up falling on his ass, somehow I got tangled up in him and fell onto the ice. “Are you ok?” he asked. “Yeah I'm fine” I smiled slightly before I started to laugh. He looked at me for a few seconds before he started to laugh. We pulled ourselves off the ice and went to sit down. We returned the skates and made our way to the restaurant. Even though he might have not wanted to go he seemed to have a blast.

[whatyourfathersays]

going to a concert with brad would include:

he would definitely surprise you with the tickets randomly for your fave band because you couldn’t afford them

he wouldn’t tell you until the day of the show

he’d make sure to book some time off work for you

it would be all inclusive: brad paying for everything and making sure you have the best time

even though you’re in the mosh pit and it’s difficult to have fun in a mosh pit where it’s so hot and so crowded

he’d definitely pay for you to have a new outfit

always holding your hand in the mosh pit when you get involved because he doesn’t want to lose you in the crowd

glaring at all the guys staring at you

his arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind when there’s sad songs

dancing together would be a definite

he’d have learnt all the lyrics so you could both sing the words together when your favourite songs come on

when a song he doesn’t like comes on that you like, he’d just hold your hand and stare at you

making sure you’ve always got water or you’re definitely fine. he’d have a pack of paracetamol with him in case you feel dizzy etc.

he loves seeing you so happy so he definitely manages to get a few vids or pics of you without you realising

when it’s finished, he’d hold your hand so tight so that you don’t get lost in the crowd of people

he would probably get you backstage to meet the performer(s), too

booking a hotel nearby so he didn’t have to drive home but mostly so you can get to sleep ASAP.

BONUS

when you get back to the hotel he would let you lay down and take your makeup off for you

paracetamol and water on your nightstand for when you wake up cos you’ll probably have a headache from the loud music

(and from the few shots you ordered behind his back. he would be more mad that you payed for it than the fact you took shots)

[v-vamps]

hey hey hey

i’m lou and i’ve made a lil imagine blog for the vamps

i’ve run imagine blogs before so i know how this goes, so please request imagines/preferences/blurbs for me to write because there is only so many scenarios that i can think of myself

so ye

cheers xo

[lnfours]

Its been raining all day here, kinda dreary. Can you do something about being stuck in the house w Bradley please?

anything for you, lovie

blurb night

you could hear the strumming of the guitar from the living room, almost loud enough to drown out the sounds of the pouring rain hitting the windows of your apartment. you smiled softly to yourself, putting your book down before padding into your bedroom, spotting brad on the bed, guitar in his lap as the notepad and pen sat in front of him.

you climbed up on the bed behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and putting your head on his,”hi,”

hed smile,”hi, love,” hed lean his head back,”did i distract you?”

youd shake your head no before pressing a soft kiss to his lips,”no, just really wanted to watch you play.”

hed nod and pat the spot in front of him, letting you get situated as you both sat criss cross on the bed, you watching as his fingers moved across the strings.

you heard paws sliding on hardwood floor and smiled as jesse made her appearance known.

“look at that,” hed smile,”both my favorite girls in one room.”

[cheepwine]

I actually just wanna run my fingers through his hair. I don’t care when. Hugging? Hands in his hair. In bed? Hands in his hair. Watching TV? Hands in his hair. He’s stressed? Hands in his hair. It’s just so soft.

[bradleybearsimpson-blog]

can you do an imagine where brad is throwing a going away party before going back on tour with the boys, and y/n talks to all of the other boys in the band and makes them promise to take care of her boy for her? btw I love your writing sm 🥺🥺

I love you! 

It was a chill evening, you spent the party at Brad’s. Even though you were happy for him that he finally got to go on tour again, your heart ached a bit at the thought of not seeing him in months. You were in the middle of the room, loud music and happy people surrounding you with a drink in your hand, completely lost in your thoughts. You flinched when you felt an arm wrapping around your shoulder. “Love, are you alright?” Your boyfriend  looked at you in concern. 

You shook your head and shot him a lovely smile. “I’m alright, it is just overwhelming”, you smiled and pecked his lip. “Go, have fun, I am good on my own”, you claimed. He lightly squeezed your shoulder and gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, before he vanished in the crowd. 

When you went to the kitchen you found Tris, Connor and James talking to each other, having a blast. You couldn’t help but went up to them to talk about something serious. “Guys?”, you started. “(Y/N)!”, Tris shouted, he was totally tipsy. “What a pleasure to see you, are you enjoying yourself?” 

“Yeah, I am”, you replied and chuckled, when he almost tripped over his own feet. “Actually I wanted to talk about something”, you explained and all three of them looked at each other. “You are pregnant! Are you? You are pregnant, I knew it when you started wearing baggy clothes, oh my god, congratulations”, Tristan shouted and pulled you in a warm hug. 

You stood there, not knowing what he was talking about. “Yeah, we are going to be the best uncles ever”, Connor cheered and you finally managed to free yourself. “What no? What is that supposed to mean, do you think I gained weight?”, you asked Tris and he backed off. “Wait, you aren’t pregnant? Well, this is awkward.”

“Anyway, I really need to tell you something and I really hope that you’re able to comprehend what I am saying considering you’re drunk af. As you hopefully know tour is starting tomorrow and I wanted to make sure that Brad is being taken care of, you know? Please make sure that he doesn’t do anything stupid, more importantly don’t encourage him to do anything stupid. If so I’m gonna kick your asses”, you clarified and they all looked terrified. “Yes M’am”, James said. “I mean it”, you told them once again and felt a presence behind your back. 

“Wow, you really earned their respect”, Brad chuckled and wrapped his arms around your neck with a glass of wine in his hand. “I’m gonna be fine”, he assured you and brought the wine to your lips. “Now, come on, let’s have some fun!”

[bronwiebear-brad]

Masterlist 🌸

You can find here everything I write, enjoy!

* = contains smut || » = angst

Bradley Simpson

blurbs / requested imagines

wedding vibes

morning views

 another cliche scene

one heck of a family

a few days off in the countryside

trowing a show in the backstage

lover

bubbly times

 9:45am

golf lessons

rainy sunday night

I’ll end the hunger, princess * 

laughing into the kiss

Tastes like heartbreaks and mistakes but I can’t wait *

Monday mornings *

 That bloody tea

Still loving you >

italian cottage 

stay *

nice, slow and deep*

aphrodisiac potion *

fell into your fingertips >

concepts

road trips

fooling around

jealous!brad

boxer!brad

quarentine with Brad

protective

protective 2.0

Mob!Brad

headconnons

vocal *

needy

hot baths 

good morning sir *

meeting his family

birthday special 

series

somebody to you: 1 2 3 4 5

Live long the prince: prologue; 1 2

Harry Holland

Where it all started

Jealous Haz

Intimacy

I'll love you right

[bws-holland]

been wanting to get back into writing for a while now, so i'm curious about what kind of imagines/concepts/ideas/blurbs you all would like to see ☺

(particularly involving tom holland or brad simpson!)

send in your requests here 🌸

[ohholyfanfics]

11 w/ Brad please. Thank you

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

Prompt mastlist: x

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

"What do you think?"

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

"I think we should-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmm what makes you think that?"

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

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

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

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

[danmacrae]

Silly 90s Intro Blab: A Thing To Skim Through On The Toilet

Hello! I’m semi-tolerable nuisance Dan MacRae! Why am I shouting at you? Not sure! Sorry, I’ll take it down a notch.

Instead of learning how to pleasure a woman or how to unlock the mysteries of grooming, I have devoted my life to TV nonsense. Blessed YouTube presence RwDt09 has been collecting these amazing compilations of era (and sometimes season) specific TV intros and they are my everything. Imagine having a child that didn’t suck? That’s the feeling RwDt09′s videos put in my heart.

I've been obsessively rewatching this collection of mostly forgotten early '90s TV intros. The bulk of these shows died a quick death and feel like the product of whatever drugs TV execs take. (Probably something snorted from one of those awesome McDonalds coffee straws they ditched in like 2002.) Because I'm a handsome pin-up hunk of the year, I wrote some dumb blurbs about the first few shows and have some stray thoughts on the rest. This appeals to no one but me AND I APOLOGIZE TO NO ONE!

In the immortal words of John Lennon, let’s get biz-zay!

DINOSAURS: I’m at a point in my life where I can acknowledge that Dinosaurs sucked. It’s incredibly freeing. Christ, this is like that stupid-ass Norman Lear show where dogs did social commentary BUT WITH HENSON PUPPETS! I hope Baby Sinclair was stomped to death and eaten as pudding before the extinction series finale. (Yes, that happened.) The intro isn’t bad, mind you. You get the lumbering theme song and Earl gets stuck in a door CUZ LAFFS! TIMES SURE HAVEN’T CHANGED HO HO HO! God I hate these fucking dinosaurs.

Intro MVP: It’s not a stellar pack, but we get a bit of Robbie Sinclair who census data has shown led to a variety of surprising sexual awakenings for youths at the time.

SCORCH: A 1300-year-old dragon named Scorch visits the 1990s on a budget that looks not far removed from Skank on The Ben Stiller Show. The song will make you want to barricade your sex organs from a world where you can bring children into a world with THAT CAWAZZZY SCORCH! The theme song really is a special brand of irritating and Scorch looks like a malformed Deviant Art dildo with a vaguely religious bent.

Intro MVP: Probably John O’Hurley for not actually appearing in the intro. (Even with O’Hurley’s weird résumé.)

FISH POLICE: Not to be confused with the (ARF! ARF! ARF!) Dog Police, Fish Police and Family Dog are shows I know almost exclusively from being mentioned as examples of the crappy post-Simpsons primetime animation gold rush. Fish Police actually looks good animation-wise, but it’s pretty clear you’re gonna be sledgehammered with endless “COULD YOU IMAGINE FISH DOING THESE OLD TROPES? DO WE NEED TO CALL A SEARCH PARTY FOR YOUR SIDES? ARE THEY SPLITTING ALREADY?” jokes. Congrats dipshits, you made a cinema-touched precursor to Frankie & George. You dummies. Also there’s the tone of casual racism UNDER THE SEA so do with that what you will. DID YOU SEE CHINATOWN? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SHIT?

Intro MVP: Thank goodness they specified who John Ritter voices so we could all bask in Inspector Gil as a character name. Fuck you, Fish Police.

CAPITOL CRITTERS: Christ, this looks UNWATCHABLE. Like walk into oncoming traffic as an alternative unwatchable. Capitol Critters centers around an animated mouse named Max (voiced by Neil Patrick Harris) witnesses his family being murdered in Nebraska and moves to D.C. and wait what the fuck is going on with those roaches? (Racism, mostly.) Who thought this was a good idea to invest time, money and animator joint damage in? Stephen Bochco, baby! I have a perverse curiosity to see an episode but after 90 seconds I know I'd be dying to eat a fucking gun instead of suffering through any more of Capitol Critters.

Intro MVP: Gotta be Bochco. Also, EAT SHIT BOCHCO!

And now a really tiny blab about the rest. Watch this clip package, ya goofs!

FAMILY DOG: Folks were fucking horny for Spielberg TV shit in the 90s, ditto Tim Burton too and that's how an Amazing Stories, uh, story was morphed into a shitball TV series that Brad Bird wanted no part of. Also, I have no idea how to explain things like the CBS StereoSound chyron to anyone born after Clinton left office.

THE CRITIC: Nice to see you, Jay Sherman! This is a lovely intro and you likely know that already. I've done a few rewatches of The Critic (not the web series season, though) and I say the show definitely holds up and is far from a duketastrophe. That said, some of the parody film clips that got raves at the time are kinda creaky in hindsight.

CHARLIE HOOVER: Can I say something? Fuck Sam Kinison. Hmm... That's a bit harsh. I guess I just don't get him on any level. The only thing he's done that I've ever found all that funny was when he said he wished Andrew Dice Clay die of stomach cancer from the inside out, like Bette Davis. Kinison's not my cup of tea is what I'm getting at. In Charlie Hoover (GET IT HURF HURF), Kinison is a foot high loudmouth in a long coat that's getting 40-year-old square Tim Matheson where he needs to be in life.

A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN: Or... "Betty Spaghetti's Here Which Is All The Star Power You Need!"

HARDBALL: A League Of Their Own had a fun, feel good intro with all the corny touches of ol' timey baseball. Hardball tries to sell you on Joe Rogan: Baseball Fella and the vague scent of urinal troughs.

GOOD GRIEF: Howie Mandel golfs in a cemetery and it's not particularly clear if he's just fucking around on strangers graves for fun. (Alternate Theory: Those graves belong to the family from Bobby's World. All the Generics!)

THE FANELLI BOYS: If enjoy broad Italian-American stereotypes to the point of falling down laughing at the sight of a pizza box, you'll love The Fanelli Boys! Joe Pantoliano and Christopher Meloni both star.

SOMETHING WILDER: Something Wilder was the sort of show where I wished Gene Wilder well and still kept 5000 miles away from watching it. Also, Wilder's face on that house is CHILLING.

DUDLEY: Embrace the luxury hotel elevator elegance of Dudley! Does it feature Dudley Moore make a series of faces where he seems surprised by everything? You better believe it. This was also where Max Wright got work in-between taking abuse from a cat eating alien and Norm Macdonald.

CAROL & COMPANY: It's a bit Carol Takes On in the intro with Carol Burnett in assorted costumes and that's alright because everyone does the assorted costumes intro thing. Tickets to the show are blown across America and get in the hands of whatever Orphan Black Carol happens to be in the area.

THE CAROL BURNETT SHOW: This is an extremely 90s sort of intro that feels like something more upscale soft rock stations did in TV ads at the time too. Richard Kind directs a bit of paper at someone midway through.

DREXELL'S CLASS: One of more storied entries in the Dabney Coleman being an asshole catalogue. The first intro features Dabney, ol' Drex himself, just hanging around in class being hot shit and occasionally mimicking a flying dinosaur. The second intro is a more traditional clip collection highlighted by a young Brittany Murphy (WHO WAS MURDERED! FACT! REMINDER!) and Coleman in a wild 8 ball jacket. Rembrandt off Sliders also makes an appearance.

TEECH: If this intro looks exactly like a sitcom where a Cool Black Music Instructor™ teaches Prep School bad boys in Bush Sr era America that's because it is exactly that sort of sitcom. Maggie Han deserves better.

THE ROYAL FAMILY: It seems extra cruel to take Redd Foxx's popcorn away considering he'd be dead before the fifth episode even aired. Della Reese is in this, die-hard Della fans.

ROC: This intro works perfectly. We get Charles S. Dutton, Ella Joyce and an easy to digest Jerry Lawson theme song. (En Vogue would do the theme later.) It’d be nice if they could get Edgar Allan Poe wagging a finger at seafood or something else in the background to push that Baltimore thing even more, but I still wish this intro from 25+ year old Fox comedy all the best in its future endeavours.

BREWSTER PLACE: Speaking of good intros, Brewster Place is a first rate brand of TV welcome. Brenda Pressley is the MVP of the intro over Oprah Winfrey which might explain why Brenda Pressley has been missing since 1992. (I know she’s on The Path. Just play along.)

SUNDAY BEST: The intro equivalent of getting someone to throw shit at a wall, we get an early 90s NBC grab bag of fuck it whatever shots of TVs and TV dinners with poor Carl Reiner trotted out partway through.

AMERICAN CHRONICLES: Mark Frost and David Lynch paired for a documentary series in the early ‘90s on Fox because Fox was like fucking UHF at the time. The industrial strength creepy opening doesn’t include any shots of narrator Richard Dreyfuss turning towards the camera and that’s a damn shame.

AMERICAN DETECTIVES: If you get horny for stressed out real-life detectives, this will send your undergarments to Mars! Lots of mustaches here. A whole Safeway bag’s worth. Some real rural gas station rock going on with that theme tune.

FBI: THE UNTOLD STORIES: The tone of this entire intro is: “Hey kid, wanna see a dead body? Or twenty?” Creepy music blasting over Jackie Kennedy on the back of JFK’s death limo and Wayne Williams heading to trial equals primetime party fun!

ENCOUNTERS: THE HIDDEN TRUTH: Suck it, Sightings! Encounters is leading a new dawn for crackpot horseshit to eat Bugles to! I appreciate the shameless X-Files knockoff intro thing Fox is doing (cuz it’s their show) that comes complete with head shop blanket alien head popping up midway through.

STEPHEN KING’S GOLDEN YEARS: Essentially Garth Marenghi's Darkplace with one hell of a music rights win tacked on.

TRIBECA: This opening reminds me an awful lot of terrible movies I was bullied into watching on VHS at a friend’s house.

WIOU: One thing I like in a TV intro is when something fun happens with the title onscreen. It’s a minor thing, but the way those WIOU letters turn into view? HOOCHIE MAMA! Eight is Enough’s Dick Van Patten does a fantastic job of conveying that being a weatherfellow is tough work.

GABRIEL’S FIRE: I will never for the life of me understand how the early ‘90s could not sustain a James Earl Jones fronted program titled Gabriel’s Fire. Those worlds are supposed to meld beautifully.

PROS & CONS: Gabriel’s Fire would morph into the more lighthearted Pros & Cons which symbolized its new form by laying it on thick with the Video Toaster touches. Instead of James Earl Jones peering at you from the darkness, this go-around it’s a lot of smiles and silly moments with Richard Crenna.

BURKE’S LAW: Hearing “it’s Burke’s Law” at the start of that intro is like when “Do you smell what The Rock’s cooking?” would play before Dwayne Johnson would wander down a ramp to kick Triple H in the stomach. In this case, it’s to get you fired up that Gene Barry’s back on television. This particular episode promises Dom DeLuise and Tawny Kitaen together at last!

MAX MONROE: LOOSE CANNON: If you only see one intro for a Shadoe Stevens vehicle that transitions from a Donut Hole shot to an extended leer at a lady’s bum, make it this one!

TEQUILA AND BONETTI: The creators of Tequila and Bonetti know that if you want folks to get on board for an L.A. dramedy about a New York cop and streetwise police partner dog, you should kick things off by trying to make you feel sorry for this asshole who “accidentally” murdered a kid. Seriously, that’s the route Tequila and Bonetti goes with this fucking insane opening that begins with newspaper headlines screaming “COP KILLS 12 YR OLD” while he cradles a black girl in her arms and then BOOM! we’re spun around to JACK SCALIA GRINNING AROUND WACKY LOS ANGELES AND ALL ITS CRAZY CHARACTERS LIKE A DOG THAT JUMPS THROUGH A FUCKING WINDOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? THIS IS LIKE IF SOMEONE STROKED OFF THE HANNITY VIEWING AND KEPT WHAT WAS SPURTED OUT ONSCREEN! It’s just a really, really, really bad intro.

[itwaslastnightwhenifellinlove]

Brooklyn’s Night

Type: One-shot about Brad Rated: Pg Word Count: 2452 Date: 3-1-19 | Requested: Yes Enjoy!

I found love but I allowed it to slip away from me. Everything was amazing with us but we allowed the petty stuff to tear us apart. It was so long ago that I can't even remember what the fight was even about. I didn't tell him that I was pregnant, that was one of my regrets. How can two people be in love one day and then the next has nothing to do with each other? I ran that question in my mind all the time, I wish I knew the answer. I wanted to pick up the phone so many times and call him. What would I say? I had no clue what we would say, would the love still be there? I gave birth to Brooklyn nearly 3 years ago. I moved out of the united kingdom and out of all the places to move so we moved to Brooklyn. It was just easier to be in New York, my work and my family was there. I could use all the help with Brooklyn but I still wanted Brad.

“What time do you have to be at work?” my mom asked.

“In about an hour” I nodded.

“You taking Brooklyn to daycare or do you want me to watch her?” she asked.

“Can you watch her?” I looked at her.

“Of course I can” she nodded her head.

“Thank you mom” I sat down at the kitchen table.

“I love watching her and being apart of her life” she also sat down at the kitchen table.

“I know you do mom, I'm glad I moved back here,” I said.

“Have you talked to Brad?” she asked. “No” I sighed before taking a deep breath in.

“Maybe you should, Brook will be turning 3 soon,” she said.

“We blocked each other on everything mom, I wouldn't even know where to start,” I said.

“You better get off to work” she nodded.

I grabbed my bag and slipped my shoes on. I kissed Brooklyn's forehead and then left the apartment. I went to my job but I couldn't get Brad out of my mind. I sat at my desk and tried to focus on what I needed to do. I leaned my head against my hand as I started to have flashbacks about our love story. I laid back in the bed we shared, watching him walk out of the bathroom. He leaned against the bedroom door, watching over me.

“Come over here and lose that towel” I looked at him and bite my lower lip.

“Maybe I shouldn't” he smirked as he watched me.

“And why is that?” I asked.

“I love to watch you squirm,” he said.

“Oh, you do?” I asked as I made my way over to him.

“You know I do” he looked at me.

I leaned up kissing him softly, pulling on his bottom lip. I ran my hands down his chest and to his towel. I gently tugged it making it fall to the ground. I smiled as I looked at him, he placed his hands against my hips. He placed his lips against mine, moving us back towards the bed. I laid back against the bed pulling him over top of me. He moved his lips against my neck, I placed my hand against his chest. I let out a few moans as he pushed my shirt up above my head.

“Y/N” someone called.

“What?” I snapped out of my daydream and went back to work.

“What are you thinking about?” my friend asked

“Just something my mom asked me today” I sighed.

“Which is what?” she asked.

“About Brad” I looked at her.

“Oh,” she nodded.

“I wouldn't even know where to start,” I said.

“You will figure it out,” she said.

We both went back to work and I pushed Brad out of my mind. I finally finished my shift it felt as if I was there forever. I got back to the house and of course, Brooklyn was already asleep. I went upstairs to my room and sat on the bed, undoing my shoes. I slipped them off as well as my socks, the memories started to rush back into my mind. I took a deep breath in and went into the bathroom. I started to the water and I leaned against the sink. I looked up at the mirror and for a split second, I thought I saw him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, a memory rushed back to me. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Looking in the mirror as he rested his head against my shoulder.

“Let's take a shower, see how steamy we get it” he smirked as he kissed my neck softly.

“Steamy huh?” I bite my lip.

He turned me to face him, lifting me up onto the sink. He leaned down kissing me softly, I grabbed the back of his neck and kept the kiss between us. I wrapped my legs around his waist making sure he wasn't going anywhere. He moved his lips against my neck, I left out a few moans. I leaned my head back as he moved down my body, gripping my shirt with his teeth. He pulled my shirt over my head and went back with his lips against my body. I pulled on his boxers as he continued to drive me crazy. I pulled him up kissing him softly but intensely. He pushed his boxers down, lifting me off the sink. I finished getting undressed and went into the shower, allowing the water to run over me. He wasn't too far behind getting into the shower. Wrapping his arms around me keeping me close to him.  

“Mommy,” Brooklyn said.

“Uh,” I snapped out of and realized I was in the shower with my clothes on.

“I hungry mommy, open door,” Brooke said.

“I'm coming baby,” I said as I got out of the wet clothes and got into my robe.

I came out of the bathroom and picked her up. I took her into the kitchen and got her a snack, we sat at the table so she could eat. Once she finally finished I took her back upstairs but she didn't want to go back to her bed. Of course, I gave in and allowed her to sleep in my bed. In the morning I allowed her to sleep in and I got up. I went downstairs and made breakfast, I sat down and ate mine. I put hers in the oven to keep it warm until she woke up. I opened my laptop and went through a few things. I searched around on social media and of course, I found myself on Brads page. I grabbed my phone and made that decision to reach out.

“Hello?” he answered the phone.

“Hey Brad, this is Y/N,” I said.

“Oh hey, how are you,” he said.

“I'm good” I nodded as I didn't know what to say.

“I would love to sit down and talk, I hate how we left things,” he said.

“I do too, but I'm not in the united kingdom anymore” I sighed.

“I'm in New York for a few weeks, for media stuff,” he said.

“New York?” I asked.

“Yes New York, Where are you?” He asked.

“I've been living in New York,” I said.

“Oh cool, we should meet up,” he said.

“Where?” I asked.

“What about dinner? Shot me your address and ill pick you up” he said.

“Alright,” I said.

We both hung up and I sent him a text message with my address. I wasn't sure if I should introduce him to Brooklyn before or after dinner. I started to get ready because I didn't know what time he was going to come. I sat in front of the mirror and started doing my hair. Brooklyn woke up and ran over to me, hugging me and giggling. I smiled as he held her in my arms. If anything good came from this was her, just everything about her was perfect. I took her downstairs and gave her breakfast. I sat beside her and started to do some work on my laptop. Once she finished eating I took her upstairs and got her dressed.

“Where we going mommy?” she asked.

“I have someone that you need to meet,” I said.

“Who?” she responded.

“Your daddy,” I said.

“I have a daddy?” she acted as if she was surprised.

“Yea you do” I smiled slightly.

I finally finished getting her ready and I finished getting myself ready. I sat on her bedroom floor and did her hair and we started doing flash cards. She loved doing flash cards she was pretty smart for her age. I heard a knock on the door and Brooklyn got excited and ran downstairs. I went after her and helped her open the door, allowing Brad to come in.  

“Hey Y/N” he smiled and hugged me.

“Hey” I smiled as I hugged him.

“Who is this little one?” he asked as he kneels down in front of her.

“I Brooklyn,” she said.

“Hello Brooklyn” he smiled as he stood back up.

“We need to talk,” I said.

“Yea we do, I'm sorry about the fight,” he said.

“Me too, we shouldn't have allowed it to come between us” I nodded.

“Are we going to dinner?” he asked.

“Yea but Brooklyn is coming as well” I nodded.

“Sure” he smiled.

I picked up Brooklyn and we left the apartment. I stood her in front of his car and went to get her car seat.

“You my daddy,” Brooklyn said.

“Uh? No sweetheart” Brad looked confused.

“Mommy says you are” Brooklyn folded her arms.

“I'll talk to you mommy” he nodded.

I came back and put the car seat into his car. I placed Brooklyn into the car seat and made sure she was buckled down. I shut the door and was about to get into the passenger seat but he stopped me.

“Do you have something to tell me?” he folded his arms.

“What you mean?” I swallowed hard as I looked at him.

“Is she mine?” he asked.

“Yes” I wanted to say more but that's the only word that came out.

“We will talk about this later, let's just go,” he said as he opened the door for me.

I nodded and got into the car. He got in on the other side and we were off to dinner. I think him meeting Brooklyn changed his plans because we pulled up to chuck e cheese. He got out of the car and got her out of her car seat. We walked into the restaurant as he was holding her. We ordered pizza and drinks, he got her some tokens. They took off and started playing games and going into the jungle gym. I barely even saw them just when they came to the table to get drinks. With what I saw they both were having a ball. I called them back to the table when the pizza arrived. She climbed into his lap and started to eat. He had his arm around her making sure she doesn't fall or get hurt as he ate as well.

“I'm sorry,” I said.

“We will talk about this later” he nodded. “She's beautiful” he smiled as he looked down at her.

“Thanks” I nodded.

“I want to be a part of her life, and yours,” he said as he looked at me.

“I would love that” I looked at him.

After Brooklyn finished eating and got off his lap. She grabbed his hand and started to pull him. He smiled and went with her and once again they were off. I ended up joining them, we were acting as if we had always been a family. She finally got tired and he picked her up. We left the restaurant and he placed her in the car seat and she fell asleep on the ride back home. He pulled up to the apartment and picked her up, making sure she stayed asleep. I showed him to her room and he laid her down in her bed.

“Thank you,” I said.

“She's perfect” he smiled as he walked out of her room.

“I really am sorry that I didn't tell you,” I said.

“I understand your reason but I'm here now and I want to be here,” he said as he grabbed my hand.

“Should we move to the U.K or stay here?” I asked.

“Could you two move?” he looked at me.

“Yea we could as long as we are stable” I nodded.

“I want to work on our relationship,” he said.

“I do too, I still love you” I took a deep breath in not knowing what he would say.

“I love you and always will” he kissed my cheek softly.

We went downstairs and talked about everything. The love that we shared was still there and it was as if no time had happened. I told him everything I could possibly tell him about Brooklyn. Just seeing her face light up tonight and laughing made everything worth it. He stayed with us over the next few weeks and they grew closer together. I realized I should have reached out earlier. I felt guilty that he missed out so much with her but they had forever to catch up. We did make that move back to the united kingdom. We moved into the house that he just bought an he made her the best princess room he could. Of course, she loved it because she loved everything princess. Our relationship started back out slow but we were on the right path. I had to get used to everything in the U.K again but I didn't mind. I was back in that love state of mind and I loved every second of it. He always came back home from the studio early so he could read stories to Brooklyn and tuck her into bed. It was always Brooklyn's night when Brad was around, she had her daddy wrapped around her little finger.