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fandomgirlz01 · 5 months ago

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Fated Encounters

Bradley Simpson x Reader

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Style of Writing: Fic

Rating: G ~ For all the fluff and cuteness as well as safe for all.

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4,416

Post Date & Time: September 25th 2024 at 4:16 PM

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Summary: Based off of the The Vamps: Secret Busker - BBC Radio 1 video. When the Reader, her Mother and best friend are coming home from a vacation they happen across an unusual moment with the Buskers in Waterloo station.

Reader’s Pov:

I feel a few good jabs to my arm, making me rapidly blink my eyes open and the light from the window of the train temporarily blinds me. I groan as I close them again for a moment before fully reopening them slowly, letting them adjust to the light. I stretch out in my seat while our train comes to a stop, letting out a yawn.

“Knackered much?” A voice asks with humor laced through it.

“Very. I’ll be glad to be home,” I reply as I look at my best friend Naomi, who laughs along with my mother.

“A vacation is supposed to relax you, not make you more knackered,” my mother jokingly comments, making her and Naomi laugh harder.

“I really had a good time, I swear, it’s just the journey there and home that makes me sleepy,” I argue before I let out a yawn while rubbing at my face and they both playfully hum at me.

“Oh, don’t we know it. Every trip we take, you nap when we get there and you nap as soon as we get home,” Naomi jokingly taunts me and I roll my eyes.

“Oh and don’t forget the sleeping on the transportation,” my mother jumps in and I groan as they laugh some more.

“Ugh, whatever. Gang up on me, why don’t you,” I groan out with another roll of my eyes as I huff, crossing my arms as I sink back into my chair, annoyed with them.

“We’re not ganging up on you, just giving ya grief is all,” Naomi jokingly empathizes with me and I groan.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say,” I pungently agree to disagree and again they both laugh.

The train then fully comes to the stop and we all stand. We each grab our carry-on bags before heading towards the door. The guy that stands at the door asks for names, then hands us our suitcases before helping us out.

Once we each have our retrospective suitcase, we start to walk through Waterloo station. I sluggishly pull my suitcase behind me, my eyes heavy as we walk for a bit. Soon we come up to where the buskers tend to play and my mother comes to a stop.

“You girls wait here, I’m just going to run to the restroom after that long train ride,” she informs us as Naomi and I watch a new band finish setting up.

I nod at my mother, who smiles as she sets her bag down before walking over to the bathroom. I continue to watch for a few minutes as the Buskers finally start their set.

“It’s a one, it’s a two, it's a one, two!” One of the guys shouts into his bandmate’s mic before he sits on the box drum as the others lead into the song.

“Yeah!” The whole band shouts out and I cross my arms as I recognize the tune they seem to be covering.

♪ I used to wanna be living like it’s only me ♪ the man that seems to be the front man starts to sing the familiar song and Naomi bumps me with her elbow, bouncing her eyebrows at me.

“Isn’t that a Vamps song that you're always singing?” she asks and I nod as I watch on as the older man band continues to play.

“Yeah, it’s called Somebody to You. They sing it with Demi, remember?” I respond and she gives me a deadpan look before shaking her head, amused once more.

“You know everything about that band,” she comments with a smirk and I shrug.

“That wasn’t really much. Anyone who’s a starter fan knows they sing that one with Demi,” I tell her in a nonchalant tone and she giggles, shaking her head.

“Whatever you say, y/n/n,” she agrees to disagree like I had earlier, but she keeps an amused look on her face to continue messing with me.

A lot of people slowly stop and stand around us as they too start to become fascinated with the buskers. My mother finally comes out and picks up her bag that she’d left with us.

“Well that’s very interesting, isn’t it?” she asks as the band continues to sing on.

“Very. Seems they like the same band y/n does,” Naomi comments as she elbows me lightly again.

“Oh. Look, that guy must like it. He’s putting money in their case,” my mother points out as an older gentleman in a red coat goes over and gives them some money.

“We’re Route 66. We’re right here from Arkansas, a little town called Little Rock. We’re gonna play the show tonight. You’re the best crowd on the whole damn tour!” The guy with blue spikey hair shouts into his mic and my mother laughs.

“Let me see those hands! Yeah!” The lead guy jumps in and they continue with the song.

“What do you think of this version, y/n?” My mother asks with humor in her tone as she and Naomi snicker.

“Definitely good, but not as good as when Brad sings. He’s just got—” I start my normal rant and Naomi playfully rolls her eyes.

“Such a smooth and calming voice. Yeah, I know, you say it all the time,” she jokes with her arms crossed and I blush lightly.

“Shut up, Omi, I do not…” I argue with a blush falling over my face and she laughs dramatically.

“Ha! Okay. I’ll believe that when you stop saying it,” she retorts with a snort and I shake my head.

“That’ll be the end of the world, dear,” my mother adds in, making them both giggle some more when I give them an annoyed look.

“Don’t forget it’s so calming you fall asleep to it every night!” Naomi continues as she jabs her elbow into my side again and I blush, rolling my eyes.

“Do not…” I mutter out shyly and my mother laughs again.

“I’m sorry to say, dear, but Omi is correct. You do listen to that same playlist a lot to help yourself sleep,” my mother adds on and I roll my eyes again.

“I’m going to film this,” I inform them, ignoring as they continue to make fun of me, taking my phone out and they both shake their heads.

Just as I pull my phone out, they finish the song off and the lead singer turns away from the crowd. He holds his arm out and bends over ever so slightly as one of the others count the next song in.

♪ I’ve been up all night no sleep

Cause I feel like I’m always dreamin

All night No sleep ♪ They start the next song as the lead singer slowly starts to dance a little more and for some reason the dancing seems slightly familiar.

“Naomi… does that dancing look familiar at all to you?” I ask her and she pauses to watch a little more intensely.

“You know what, it does a bit…” she agrees as she watches the guy a little closer now and I shake my head.

“I must be seeing things…” I comment, blinking my eyes for a moment and she giggles.

“When are you not? You’re always daydreaming, dear,” my mother jokes and I roll my eyes as she laughs with Naomi.

“Whatever,” I reply, waving my mother’s comment off before turning back to watch some more.

“Any dancers in the audience?” The lead singer asks as he looks out over the crowd.

“I’m looking at you,” he points to me and I pause.

I point to myself as I raise an eyebrow before looking behind me, then back and he nods with an amused smile. I shake my head no and he gives me a dismissive wave. Another lady runs in and he dances with her for a moment before she runs off and another comes in. They dance side to side before he steps back and she too runs off. He sings a few more verses before pointing at me again and wiggles his finger for me to come closer.

“Oh, come on now. The guy just wants a dance,” my mother comments with a snicker and I smirk at her.

“Ya know what? I’m only gonna live once, right? If some old guy wants a dance and a flirt, what could it hurt,” I reply with a shrug before dropping my backpack.

I smile as I dance over to him and he grins, coming closer. We meet in the middle and he holds a hand out for me. I grin as I take it and oddly his hand is a lot softer and less wrinkled then an old man’s hand would be. He spins me before pulling me into his side as we sway. He takes the mic away from his face for a moment and suddenly a voice that sounds very familiar is singing the song to me in my ear as the guy dances with me.

It’s only a split second before he pulls the mic back to his face and continues to sing in the other (now that I realize who it is) horribly accented voice, but in that split second there was no doubt in my mind as I took a closer look at his face. The lead singer that I am currently dancing with is actually Bradley Willam Freaking Simpson himself.

My heart beats faster as I come to the realization that he’s danced with me longer than anyone else he danced with. He smiles at me and winks, almost like he knows I’ve caught on and the shock continues to roll over me. He spins me one more time before seemingly reluctantly letting go.

I walk backwards for a few minutes, keeping my eyes on his as he keeps eye contact with me. I then quickly turn around, walking back to Naomi and my mother with wide eyes as they give me a very amused look.

“What? Was dancing with the old guy that interesting?” Naomi jokingly asks as I gape, opening and closing my mouth, trying to explain for a moment.

“Yeah, y/n. You’re blushing kinda hard,” my mother jumps in with a laugh as she pokes me in the side.

“Did you fall absolutely madly in love with the older gentleman, y/n/n?” Naomi continues with a laugh and I just stare off at Brad, not really joking back.

“No. You don’t get it…” I tell them, shaking my head admittedly as I finally look back at them again.

“What don’t we get, sweetie?” My mum asks as she reaches over and starts to rub my back, now worried as they both frown at me.

“That wasn’t just some old guy flirting with me…” I inform them and they look at each other before looking at me.

“What do you mean, y/n/n?” Naomi asks skeptically and I shake my head again, still in a sort of daze.

“That was Bradley Freaking Simpson. As in The Vamps lead singer. The one I’ve been absolutely crushing on since I was fourteen,” I hurriedly yet harshly whisper out with wide eyes and they both look at me like I’m strange.

“I swear to you. It’s him. I knew his dancing looked oddly familiar, but then when we were dancing he sang away from the mic and to me directly. There’s no mistaking it, that’s his voice…” I quietly rant and rave to them in shock, making my mother shrug.

“Sweetheart, sometimes voices can sound like someone and it may not be the person you think,” she informs me in a very skeptical tone and I shake my head.

“No. I know it’s him,” I firmly inform her and she sighs.

“Look, I’ll admit I wasn’t sure from the voice until he smiled up close at me. I got a good close look at that face with a smile. It’s definitely a hundred percent Brad,” I continue to try and convince them and Naomi seems to be staring intently at the guy now.

Suddenly she’s letting out a light squeal before covering her mouth and apologizing to those around us who give her an annoyed look. She quickly hugs me before pulling back and giving me an excited look.

“You're right, it is him and the rest of the boys. How did we not realize?” she whispers in shock and I grin in happiness that I’m not some crazed lunatic fan.

“I really don’t know, but I danced with him…” I say in another daze as I look back over to watch some more and he sends me a smile along with another wink.

“He just winked at you. Oh my goodness, he winked at you,” Naomi happily tells me as she shakes me and I just grin in my daze.

“Naomi, dear, don’t play into her delusions. She believes it even harder,” my mother jokes and I roll my eyes.

“Mum, I’m telling you it’s him,” I defend myself and she shakes her head in amusement.

“I hear it in his voice now too. The accent he’s trying to put on is absolutely ridiculous and horrible,” Naomi comments with a giggle as she crosses her arms and I nod in agreement.

“He’s trying to change the sound, but it still sounds like him,” I agree, making both me and Naomi laugh.

“Wait a second,” my mother starts as she pauses to listen for a moment.

“That does sound an awful lot like the voice that always comes from your phone,” my mother finally agrees, making Naomi and I smirk as she slowly seems to connect it all.

“See… it is him…” I agree with a light smirk at my mother before I watch on in memorization once more.

“Thank you very, very much. Peace and love,” Brad says as they finish off the slow version of All Night.

“This is Teenage Kicks. Let’s have some fun. If you wanna put some money in our guitar case here, then be my guest,” Brad tells the crowd, leading to the next song as he points at the case below him.

“We’re just trying to get home,” James adds on before Tristan starts to count in the next song.

Brad starts to dance around again as the music starts and they go through the opening of the song. A couple people go and drop money into the case as they continue to sing.

♪ I wanna wanna hold you tight

Get teenage kicks all through the night

Come on ♪ He sings as he dances around and I can’t help but grin as I watch on.

♪ I’m gonna call her on the telephone

Have her over 'cause I'm all alone

I need excitement oh I need it bad

And it's the best, I've ever had ♪ James takes over for the next verse as Brad just dances around.

♪ I wanna wanna hold you tight

Get teenage kicks all through the night

Come on ♪ They all sing together now and Brad moves all over the place.

“James, my mate! I mean Dusty!” Brad calls out and I giggle at his little mess up before looking at Naomi and my mother with a triumphant look.

“Okay. That’s definitely them,” my mother finally fully agrees without a doubt, eyes wide and a shake of her head.

“Oh my gosh. Y/n, you have to leave your number for him,” Naomi suddenly bursts out and I shake my head.

“No. I couldn’t, he wouldn’t even call,” I deny and my mother scoffs.

“Honey. He’s still watching you at this moment. Something tells me he definitely would take the opportunity,” my mother informs me with a knowing smirk.

“I don’t know…” I reply shyly, shaking my head and Naomi groans.

“You're unbelievable,” Naomi says in disbelief, shaking her head as she bends down.

She unzips her backpack and pulls her notebook out. She quickly tears a piece of the paper from the inside out and uncaps her pen, handing it to me.

“Here. Write him a cute message and leave it in the case for him,” Naomi demands, making me roll my eyes before starting to write on the paper.

“Hey Mr. Busker, or should I say Mr. Simpson? You seem sweet and you dance very well. Maybe message me sometime (—-) —- —— ;)” I write out and when I’m done, I cap the pen before giving it back to Naomi.

I fold the paper lightly then pull out a pound from my wallet before taking a deep breath and walking over. Brad again smiles at me and I smile back at him as I gently set the pound along with the note in the case before looking up again. Brad nods subtly at me, letting me know he knows I put something in and I nod back at him before standing up, smiling at him one last time.

I walk back over to my mum and best friend. They smile at me and I blush lightly as I pick up my bag.

“One more time!” Brad shouts as he continues to dance around.

♪ I wanna wanna hold you tight

Get teenage kicks all through the night

Come on ♪ They all sing as they rock their hearts out and as always, Brad is infectious with his crazy antics that make me grin.

“Come on! Thank you so, so much!” Brad calls out as the boys play the music out.

He runs forward and dances with four or five girls who came up and were dancing. As the music nears the end, he pushes back from them a bit and gives a few bows.

“Thank you so much! We’re Route 66, we’ll see you soon,” Brad calls out before doing a mic drop and I can’t help but laugh.

He spares me one last look with a wink before he along with the boys get led out by two men and disappear behind some door. With a sigh, I turn around and grab my stuff as my mother and Naomi do the same. We all start to walk back to where my mother had parked her car when I feel a nudge to my side.

“Can’t wipe that smile off now, can we?” Naomi jokes and I shake my head.

“I may still be smiling tomorrow. I can’t believe I just flirted with the boy I’ve been dreaming of since I was like-” I trail off as the shocked feeling falls over me again.

“Since you were like fourteen. Umm, I can’t believe it either. Especially since he’s all you really ever talk about,” Naomi jokingly exaggerates and I blush again.

“He’s not all I talk about,” I shyly mutter out, biting my lips as a blush covers my cheeks.

“Pffft, says the girl who used Mrs. Simpson as her Instagram handle AND password for practically everything at the time when she was fourteen to the age of twenty,” Naomi jokingly scoffs out with a dramatic eye roll and I blush.

“And she very well may be one day now!” My mum adds on and makes me blush harder.

“I don’t use it now…” I mutter out the quick lie and my mother snorts.

“Yeah, because that was so believable. Face it honey, you suck at lying,” she laughs as she pats me on my back and I huff, rolling my eyes once again.

Years Later:

I yawn as I walk through the hall of my mum and dad’s house, looking for a particular person. I smile tiredly to myself as I hug the oversized sweater I wear to my body. I walk into the living room and as I get closer to the couch, the very boy I fell head over heels for in the middle of Waterloo station turns to me. He turns away from what he’s watching to smile up at me and I can’t help but smile sheepishly back even though I’m tired.

“You look tired, love. Come here and get a cuddle,” Brad sweetly tells me as he holds his arms open for me, making grabby hands and I just smile more at him.

“I am tired. I need my post travel nap,” I reply sleepily as I get on the couch and we both get situated.

“Then take your nap, you jumper stealer,” he jokes with me and I grin up at him, my chin resting on his chest and pulling his attention away from whatever he’s watching on the tv.

“What can I say, stussy is comfy,” I joke back with a very tired shrug and he chuckles.

“I mean, I know. It is my jumper-” he starts, but I reach up and cover his mouth.

“No. It’s our jumper now,” I whisper as I take my hand away and he shakes his head, smiling.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart. You can keep it. It looks cute on you anyway,” he tells me and I smirk against his chest as he turns back to the tv.

“You think anything I wear of yours is cute on me,” I comment and he shrugs.

“Not my fault you're so adorable. Now go to sleep,” he demands softly as he leaves a kiss on my forehead before he starts to play with my hair while still watching the tv.

Slowly I feel sleep take over and I don’t know how long I actually sleep for before I’m being awoken by voices. I keep my eyes closed as I listen into the conversation.

“Some things just don’t change, do they?” I hear Naomi jokingly comment and I can only imagine her shaking her head as Brad lets out a chuckle too.

“No. Some things don’t, I suppose,” my mother adds on and I can imagine her wearing a cheeky grin.

“I mean I was hoping to see my best friend when I got in, but I guess it’ll have to wait,” Naomi playfully groans out and I can imagine her rolling her eyes super dramatically as Brad chuckles quietly.

“You can say hi when she wakes up,” Brad counters and Naomi huffs a playful annoyed huff.

“So she still takes naps after you guys travel then, does she?” Naomi asks and Brad hums softly, probably so he won’t wake me seeing as he doesn’t know I’m awake yet.

“Every single time. I find it very cute,” Brad quietly tells them and Naomi lets out a little chuckle.

“Of course you do. What don’t you find cute about her?” Naomi playfully jests with him and he shrugs lightly.

“Nothing,” he replies so nonchalantly and I smile softly, making him alert before anyone else that I am awake.

“Oh, will you two ever let up on making fun of my naps?” I groggily groan out as I cuddle farther into Brad’s side.

“Well, good evening to you too, you little eavesdropper,” my mother jokes through a laugh and I groan again.

“It’s not eavesdropping if you’re talking about me while I’m right here,” I mumble out, making them all laugh.

“I am so telling our kids about this one day,” Naomi playfully singsongs to me and I roll my eyes.

“And she’ll have video proof too!” My mum adds in and Naomi gasps happily.

“Oh my goodness, we should totally watch it again. Brad at the end stealing that note from Grimmy before he could read it was priceless to watch,” Naomi comments, laughing so hard where she stands in the foyer to the living room.

“Don’t forget how he goes ‘I think that’s for me,’ as he plucked it out of his hand!” My mother adds on with her own laughs and Brad rolls his eyes playfully.

“What? I wanted to get my girl. Is that so bad?” he asks to make both my mother and best friend sober up from laughing.

“No. It’s actually rather cute. I’m just glad we have the video evidence, thanks to my husband,” Naomi comments with a grin as she mentions Connor.

“What about me now?” Connor asks, raising an eyebrow as he walks in with two suitcases.

“I was just saying that we wouldn’t have the video evidence of Brad stealing that note if it wasn’t for you showing us the end of that video,” Naomi informs him and he grins.

“Well, we’ll leave you to it then. Naomi, you know where your room is?” My mother asks as she moves to head back to the kitchen.

“Yeah, I know mum. Don’t worry, I still remember,” Naomi playfully groans out as she hugs onto Connor.

“Good, now don’t forget dinner is in an hour,” my mother reminds us all with a strict look, making Naomi and I nod before bursting out into laughter.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you wouldn’t let us forget it, mum,” Naomi jokingly mocks your mother, who just shrugs.

“Can’t say you aren’t right. I taught you well, young one. I am going to find Arden and make sure he will be in for dinner,” your mother jokes back, making you and Naomi burst out laughing before she disappears on the hunt for your father.

“Well, we’re going to take our stuff up, see you guys in an hour I guess. Put the baby back to sleep so she’s not insufferable at dinner, would ya Brad?” Naomi jokingly asks and I moan out an annoyed sound.

“Don’t worry. She’ll get plenty of sleep,” Brad jokingly promises and I snuggle closer to him as Naomi hums before she’s pulling Conor to her room that mom deemed hers years ago.

“I always get plenty of sleep with you. Even before we were together, you could lull me to sleep,” I mutter into Brad’s neck, making him chuckle at the tickling sensation.

“Is that so? I guess that means we were meant to meet,” he softly whispers back before leaving another kiss to my forehead.

“I’m so thankful I decided to dance with you,” I tell him and he smiles against my forehead.

“I’m very glad you decided to dance with me too love,” Brad whispers into my ear and I snuggle closer to him, making him chuckle lightly.

“I love you, B,” I tell him in a sleepy tone and he grins again before leaving a feather like kiss to my head.

“I love you too, miss sleepyhead,” he responds as he starts to rub my head again and without hesitation my eyes slowly start to close once more, letting sleep take me over again.

The End

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anitalorimer · 2 years ago

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𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 | 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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

pairings | brad simpson x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I forgive you, Brad."

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

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

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thevampsworld96 · 11 months ago

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Tender Care - BWS

Hey everyone, I hope you're doing well today and having a good, long Easter weekend. Here is something I wrote and has been sitting on my draft for a few days now, but hers, it is, and I hope you enjoy this one, and I hope you all have a great Monday stay safe.

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You sad beside him in your shared bedroom while glancing down at him looking very concerned wondering when he will feel better. A few days ago, your Brad was bursting with energy jumping on to the stage, giving all he got, but today, he was confined to his bed battling a nasty, heavy cold and a coug. You came from the kitchen with a tray of hot chicken soup for him as he had no appetite, but you made sure that he was eating.

"Hey Brad, how are you feeling?" You asked him while placing the tray on the nightstand, then sitting next to him.

"I feel as if I have been hit by a tuck, love," he says to you with his horse voice and coughing, which was a very chesty cough.

He tried sitting up, but he felt weak and vulnerable. That's when you helped him place a pillow behind him and wrapped him with a blanket.

"Poor thing here I have made some chicken soup," you say to him.

"Thanks, love, but I'm not hungry," says Brad.

"Come on now, baby, you haven't eaten anything in hours. How in the hell are you going to get better if you don't eat come it will make you feel better" you calmly argued back with him and gave him a sad smile you hated seeing him so unwell and frail.

"Fine, I'll eat Y/N," He said to you, realising you were right, and so he agreed to eat.

You placed the tray on the bed you saw how weak and pail he looked, and you disliked it, so you took the spoon from him and started feeding him slowly and patiently. He coughed a few times, but you had a water glass with you, helped him take a few sips. Resumed feeding, and after a few minutes, he was done.

"Thank you so much for that love. I appreciate you doing this, but I hate being a burden, " he says to you while taking your hands in his.

"Yoour welcome and no your not a burden your unwell and I want to take good care of you cause I love you" you say to him while cupping his face feeling how warm he was and he was burning up.

"And I love you, but that should be my job taking care of you Y/N" he says to you while holding on to your hand.

"You're burning up, brad. Hold tight, I'm going to get a cold compress, " you say to him while placing your hand on his forehead while running back to the kitchen.

You came back and sat down next to him while you helped him to lay back on the pillow. You grabbed a towel from the nightstand and dampened the towel while dipping it in the water and slowly dabbing it onto his forehead a couple of times to cool down the fever.

"I wish you didn't have to do this," Brad says to you with his horse voice.

"Hey, don't say that. You're allowed to be sick, Brad. Just focus on getting better, love. That's all that really matters to me, " you say to him while gently dabbing the damp cloth on his forehead.

"You're amazing, you know that? I'm so lucky to have you by my side during this time, " He says

You smiled while brushing his hair from his forehead.

"I just want you to feel better. You're my rock, Brad, and you mean everything to me, " you say to him.

While talking to you, I watched as Brad slowly drifted to sleep. You sat beside him, watching him like his guardian angel. That is what he called you. Your love for him was unwaving even more in sickness.

After a few hours, you got yourself ready for bed. You got undress in to your pyjamas slowly without making another sound as you didn't want to wake up Brad. You slowly then got into bed, placing your hand on his forehead again, still warm.

Now you were in bed with him, and you got comfortable and relaxed while being as quiet as possible and laid your head down on your pillow. Brad knew you were coming in as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, baby." You say to him.

"Don't worry about it, I'm glad to have you in bed with me because I don't know what I'd do without you, Y/N. Im ao glad you're here with me. Please don't let go of me. I want to he wrapped inside your loving arms, baby, "

He says to you while pulling you close towards his hot body you do as he says, wrapping your arms around under duvet cover.

"I will never let go of you, I will always be here now sleep baby"

You said to him, and the both of you fell asleep in each other's arms. You kissed his forehead, pushing away his brown curls as you lifted off...

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

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pankowcrumbs · 1 month ago

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Masterlist for 5 Seconds of Summer, One Direction (minus Liam) and The Vamps

Please request anything you would like to see

💕Fluff 🌶️Smut 18+

Calum Hood

💕Summer romance (short series)

A short summer romance with a heartbreaking goodbye

Chapter 1. 2. 3.

Luke Hemmings

Ashton Irwin

Michael Clifford

Harry Styles

💕 Unwritten (series)

Y/N is a singer who meets Harry at a red carpet.

Chapter 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.

💕 Weekend at the Cabin (one shot)

a weekend away with Harry and friends leads to something more with extra touches and longing looks from Harry.

Zayn Malik

Louis Tomlinson

💕 Seagull (one shot requested)

A picnic with Louis ends up with him being chased by a Seagull.

💕 Puppy (one shot requested)

You and Louis get a new Puppy from the shelter.

Niall Horan

Bradley Will Simpson

💕 The Wedding (short series)

You see your Ex Brad at your cousin James wedding and it sparks something in you both.

Chapter 1. 2. 3.

Tristan Evans James McVey Connor Ball

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fallingforel · 2 years ago

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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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end.

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles angst #one direction #louis tomlinson #niall horan #brad simpson #bradley simpson #brad simpson x reader #the vamps #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson x y/n

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just-my-type-x · 2 years ago

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Body On Me

Part 2 of this

TW: language, drinking, unprotected sex

Smut

I exit my hotel room and knock on Brad's door and he opens it with a wide smile, his blue shirt loosely covering his upper body. I blush when i catch a glimpse of his well toned chest, my heart warming at the sight of his red heart necklace. I got it for him a while back, even tho our friends thought it's something he'd never wear, but here we are, years later, and he still rocks this necklace like the first day he got it.

Our friendship changed a lot since two weeks ago when the whole charades happened between Tris and I. Brad and i are definitely closer after confessing our feelings to each other, but he kept distance from me for a few days until the love bites faded a little bit.

"I'll remember my feelings for you when those disappear", Brad said with a serious voice, but laughed the second i rolled my eyes at his words.

Now that he can look at me with no problem, we became closer and tried to give in our feelings, we cuddled a lot and spent more alone time. It did heal our friendship, which i couldn't be more grateful for.

"Are the others ready?", Brad asks with a twinkle in his eyes, smirking at the way i was looking at him.

"I have no idea, i wanted to check on you first", i smile back and i hold his arm while walking to the boys' hotel rooms

"As you should", cocky as ever, i roll my eyes and we both chuckle as we check on the others.

Half an hour later, we make it to the nightclub and find a wide sofa that can fit all of us in one sitting. I take a seat next to Brad, whose arm falls protectively over my shoulders, his other hand squeezing my exposed knee. My hand falls on his thigh and we look around the club, seeing everyone dance and having fun. Connor shows up with a row of shots, which we finish fast by screaming a "Cheers" to hear each other in the loud room and raising the glasses in the air.

Soon after, Brad and i get in the mood to dance and i fix my skirt and shirt before getting to the dance floor, next to Tristan and one of his friends. Brad's naughty hands find their way down the small of my back, following the shape of my ass, giving it a gentle, subtle squeeze. I feel my cheeks burn because of the intimate gesture and he smirks, pulling me closer to his body. We keep dancing together and i turn my back to him, pressing my back on his chest and my ass on his crotch, grinding on him. I hear him groan in my ear, his hand grabbing my hips and pulling me even closer, letting me feel his boner through his pants. I swing my hips left to right, making sure i apply enough pressure on his hard member.

"I never thought you'd like getting this naughty in public", Brad chuckles and places a hot, wet kiss under my ear. I suck in a breath.

"With the right person, I'd have sex right here on the dance floor", i smirk, smiling wide when i see him gulp.

"I'd fuck you right here and right now", Brad's eyes scan my face, waiting for an answer, but he turns me around to face him and crashes his lips on mine. His lips are soft and hot, moving in sync with mine, his tongue brushing over my bottom lip. I get closer to him, throwing my arms around his neck, his hands on the small of my back. We pull away, looking in each other's eyes, before kissing again, this time rougher, my teeth sinking in his bottom lip.

"Oh wow", i giggle and Brad hugs me tight at his chest. "That was so good"

"Thank you, I've trained a lot for this moment", he laughs and i hit him playfully in the bicep.

"Asshole. I'm gonna go to the bar, do you want something?"

"The usual", he yells back as he walks back to the sofa. I ask Tris, James, Kirstie and Con if they want anything, but they decline and i carry on my way to the bar.

I wait behind a group of teenagers that shouldn't be in the club and when they drunkly walk away from the bar, i take a step forward, still following them with my eyes.

"Those kids should be sleeping", i scoff, turning my head to the bartender, my eyes widening immediately

"Who are we to judge?", he says and he mimics my exact reaction. "Oh my God, y/n!"

"George! Hiii", i get on my tiptoes to hug him over the counter. "Haven't seen you in ages.", i look him up and down to see if anything changed. "Other than your perm, everything looks the same", i laugh and he does too

"I'm the same man", he laughs. "Who are you here with? Because I don't think you'd be here in London by yourself"

"Oh I'm here with Brad and actually the whole band"

"That's amazing, do you mind if i join you after taking your order?"

"Not at all, two gins with strawberry sparkling water please". George hands me the glasses, insisting these two drinks to be on the house on behalf of our old friendship. We get to the sofa and Brad's eyebrows raise as he sees the two of us approaching.

"Oh my God, there's no way, George?", he gets up fast from the couch and comes to hug him. They saw each other a few times over the last couple of years, but they've always gotten along just great.

"I know right? We haven't seen each other since i finished uni a couple of years ago", i chuckle and sip on my gin. A few minutes later, the boys meet George and catch up with how him and i have been literal besties throughout our college years. "I'mma go to Kirstie, replace James for a second", i give Brad my glass and turn around.

"Do you mind if i take you for a dance before? I have to get back to work afterwards", George asks and i throw a glance at Brad, quietly asking for an answer, but he nods and smiles, mouthing a go ahead.

We head to the dance floor next to Kirstie and James and dance together, George spinning me around every now and then and jokingly making Waltz moves. The song finishes and something too techno to dance on starts, so our party mood fades instantly. His arms is still around my waist, holding me gently while we all make conversation. I laugh a bit too hard at one of his jokes and i lean closer to him, holding my belly with my hand as i laugh even harder when Kirstie joins in. I get back to my senses and i look at George who was already looking at me, scanning my face, his hand caressing my waist, until he reaches the small of my back, his hand lower than expected.

In a matter of seconds i smell the familiar fragrance and turn around to see Brad behind me, getting between me and my friend. Brad moves George's arm and he protectively puts an arm around my shoulders, glueing our bodies together.

"Well, I'm gonna get back to my shift, i hope you'll have fun"

"We will", Brad smiles quickly and nods his head once like he'd dismiss George. James chuckles and turns to Brad with an amused figure.

"Did he step on your tale mate?"

"Maybe", he turns to me, frowned, and leaves for the sofa, where i follow him to,asking him what was that about. "Did this happen the last time you went to the club with Tristan and Connor?", he intertwines his fingers while supporting his arms on his knees, looking up at me.

"I'm sorry, what? Why would you ask me something like this?"

"Answer me, y/n. Was this the way you and Tris got it going last time? Laughing together, Tris having his hands all over your waist?"

"Brad, why are you doing this?", i cross my arms at my chest and look away from him

"I never thought I'd be jealous of Tristan to be honest", he scoffs. "but there's a first for everything in life"

"I'm not doing this again with you. I can't be anything more with you other than friends if everything you can think about is how Tris and i fucked. Now, excuse me, but I'm going to the bathroom and then I'll leave. See you back at the hotel", i turn my back to him and find my way through the crowded dance floor. I take a right on a neon lit up hallway and pass two girls, one drunkly crying and the other one sober, trying to calm her down. I push the bathroom door when i feel my arm being grabbed. I turn around only to have Brad bump into me, pushing me into the bathroom, locking the door behind us. He pins me with my ass on the sinks counter, his strong arms lifting me up to sit me on top of it. His lips find their way to mine, his hand wrapped around my neck, keeping me in place as his tongue presses on mine hungrily.

"Never leave like this again", he trails kisses on my jaw, under my ear and on my neck. "And don't ever be someone else's again", his hot, heavy breathing makes goosebumps appear on my skin and i groan as his hands get under my shirt, his mouth already placing wet spots on my breasts.

"Make me yours, then", i breath out and his hands caress the length of my legs, pulling them apart gently. He looks me in the eyes as his hands go back to my thighs, pushing the skirt upwards until my ass is not covered anymore and he grabs my thong, taking it off in a swift manner.

"Oh, you'll be mine after tonight", Brad's voice is low and he pulls me closer to the edge of the counter as he drops to his knees, positioning his head between my legs. "Fuck, if you could only see this view". My cheeks burn and i gulp when his mouth starts kissing on my inner thighs, closer and closer to my pussy.

"You're out of your mind to take me right here, Bradley", my head falls back as his tongue runs between my folds, feeling myself getting wetter than before. "Fuck", i moan, his tongue nibbling at my swollen clit, the intense feeling having me arch my back and hold my head on the mirror behind me. His fingers find their way to my entrance, teasing me, as he spreads my wetness to my clit, circling it gently, before easily entering me. He pumps his fingers in and out of me painfully slow, making me breathe heavily. I'm a moaning mess under his touch and i groan when he removes his fingers from my pussy.

"You're so eager love", Brad almost whispers and i moan when i hear the nickname, pulling him by the collar to kiss me. I taste myself on his lips and tongue and we both moan in each other's mouths, his fingers moving in and out of me again. I push his head between my legs again and i moan loudly when his tongue works faster on my clit, building an imense pressure in my whole body. My legs tremble as he sucks on my clit and i grab on his curls.

"I'm so close", my voice breaks and after a few more movements of his fingers and a fee strokes of his tongue, i let my whole body tremble underneath his gentle, yet hungry touch. He gets up off the floor and i tear his buttons apart, exposing his chest and abs and he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, my eyes widening. "Hell, Bradley, you're not wearing boxers", my statement comes out more like a moan and i bite my lip as i take in the view, an open-shirted Brad, his toned chest and abdomen glowing under the radiant blue, wearing nothing else. His smirk is almost devilish and he reaches for my shirt to unbutton, so the two of us would be even almost. Brad motions me to get off the counter and he turns me around, lifting my skirt up again and bending me over the counter. I feel really grateful for the water tap for not being motion censored. I watch Brad in the mirror as he carefully analyses my whole body, starting from my ass to my breasts. His hands grab my hips and he groans in my ear.

"Fucking hell, y/n.", he leans in until his forehead touches my back. "You make me hate you so much", he smirks and i roll my eyes, smiling at him through the mirror. He lines himself up with my entrance and waits for my approval to carry on. He stands still and uses his hands to guide my hips, wiggling my ass right and left, until his head slips inside, both of our breaths cut short at the blissful feeling. I buckle my ass backwards and Brad can't hold back anymore and smashes the rest of his length in me. I grab onto nothing as his dick fills me up more than expected and I'm a moaning mess as he rocks his hips forward hard. "Tell me how good it feels, love", he groans, slapping my ass hard. I whimper but look at him through the mirror, his eyes already on mine.

"Fuck, it feels amazing, you make me feel so good, love", i moan and his hand grabs one my still covered by the bra boobs, squeezing it gently. "Oh, right there", i breath out as his dick hits my g-spot over and over again.

"You look like a fucking goddess, y/n. You take my dick like such a good, obeying girl. Am i fucking you good?", Brad's mouth is close to my ear and his teeth bite my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.

"You're fucking me so good.. And you're so big", i moan as he thrusts harder inside me and i grip tight on the edge of the counter. "I want you to fuck me like this forever". He smiles and swears under his breath, pulling out of me fast. He grabs me by the waist and motions me to stand up and i turn around to face him, confused.

"I'm gonna be yours forever, in any way you want me.", Brad kisses me hard, his hand around my neck. He pulls away and hops on the sinks counter. "Now ride me. Hard", he takes my hands in his and pulls me up on the counter. I get on top of him and hold my skirt up as i lower myself on his hard dick. His hands grip on my thighs, feeling his fingers leave bruises on my skin. We both gasp when he is all inside and i start moving up and down on him, adjusting again to his size.

"I'm gonna be so sore afterwards"

"You have no idea how much i wanted to make you feel like this", Brad's hands guide my movements and i crash my lips on his, while my hips move back and forth, both of us moaning loud and running our hands all over each other's bodies. "Mmm, do it by yourself", he moans and glues my hands to his chest. I move my hips to the same rhythm, Brad's moans getting louder, his hands grabbing my breasts. "I love seeing you jump on mu my dick, you look so hot", i moan at his words and let myself lean on his body as i feel getting closer and unable to keep my composure. I hide my head in the crook of his neck and i start biting and sucking on his sweet spots. "I love having your body on me"

"I'm so close, love", i whisper and Brad nods, breathing heavily. He helps me build up the speed as he lifts me up and down by my ass, both of us coming with a loud groan, hiding our faces in each other's chests. I feel Brad's dick still twitching inside me, his hot load warming my walls. I get up slowly and clean myself up as he does the same. We get properly dressed and hug tightly, both of us feeling really tired. "I never thought you'd be so good in bed", i chuckle and he laughs at my statement.

"Well, i always knew you'd ride me so good.", he smirks and kisses me softly. "Let's get out of here"

#brad simpson #brad simpson smut #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson x y/n #brad simpson imagine #bradley will simpson #the vamps #the vamps imagine #the vamps smut

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bradsbabe · 1 year ago

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For You | Brad Simpson pt 2.

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

Words | 1.52k

pairings | brad simpson x fem reader

warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing

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“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.

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“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.

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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.

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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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imaginesxthevamps · 2 years ago

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Can you do something about Brad eat out his gf on a lazy, rainy day? something like them lying in bed and watching a movie, Brad starts teasing her by putting his hand in her panties and squeezing her boobs txc

Lazy Sunday | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 1.3k

Date: 25/03/2023

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

Warnings: smut (oral sex, f receiving, fingering), swearing

Tags: Brad Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, xreader, smut, fanfiction

A/N: Another smut saturday! I hope you like it! Requests are always welcome :)) ❤

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The rain is clattering down on the bedroom window. Outside the wind is gushing through the trees making them swing in all directions. The cold outside is a big contrast with the warmth inside the bedroom. You’re laying in bed with the covers over you. You’re sitting between Brad’s legs, your back resting against his chest. He is stroking your hair with his fingers which makes you feel relaxed. Your favourite rom-com is playing on the tv. Brad has let you choose the movie and with this weather, you were in the mood to watch a good old rom-com. Brad is trying to pay attention to the movie but it’s not his kind of deal when it comes to movies. All he can do is stare at you and brush through your hair with his fingers.

‘I’m kinda too hot with the covers around me’, you say and pull them off you.

You’re wearing one of Brad’s shirts with some sweatpants. Brad looks down on you and he sees the outline of your breasts through the shirt you’re wearing as you’re not wearing a bra. He diverts his eyes back on the tv but his mind is wandering off. His fingers are still stroking your hair but now they go from your hair to your arms. They brush lightly over your skin. You didn’t expect the sudden touch of his fingers on your skin and you get goosebumps. Brad rests his head against yours and kisses your neck slightly.

‘Brad what are you doing?’, you ask laughing.

‘Distracting you’, he whispers in your ear and he sucks on your earlobe.

‘I’m trying to watch a movie here’.

He ignores you and his fingers travel from your arms to your shoulders to your neck. With one finger he goes down over your shirt, letting it slip between your clothed breasts. Your breathing is starting to change from the excitement. His finger goes up again until it’s back on your shoulder. Now he rests his hands on your shoulders and starts to massage them. His lips are on your neck again, sucking at the skin. A sigh leaves your mouth. Brad sees that your nipples are getting hard through the shirt out of excitement.

‘Can’t you wait a little while until the movie is over?’, you whisper.

‘You can concentrate on the movie, let me do the work’, he says.

Your eyes are concentrated on the tv while you feel Brad’s hands on your body. His hands are caressing the sides of your breasts. He is slightly moving his hands until they are covering your breasts. Gently he starts massaging them, squeezing them a little bit. Suddenly he pinches your nipples through your shirt, making you gasp. With one finger he makes circles on your nipples making them more sensitive with the second. While he is massaging your nipples he continues kissing your neck.

‘Take your shirt off baby’, he says.

When you’ve taken your shirt off, Brad throws it across the room.

‘Much better sight’, he says.

While one of Brad’s hands stay on your breast, the other travels down to your belly. His index finger draws circles around your belly button. His hand moves further down as he slips his middle finger under your sweatpants. His finger goes over the skin of your lower belly, touching the fabric of your panties. Slowly you breathe in to control yourself. His actions are painfully slow which makes it hard to concentrate on the movie. His hand moves over your clothed pussy and he starts to slowly rub it through your panties. As he moves down he can feel the wet spot that has formed because of all the touching.

‘You’re so wet already, do you like what I’m doing?’, he asks you in a husky voice.

‘Yes, I like it a lot baby’

His hand moves up a little bit as he starts rubbing your clit. A sigh leaves your mouth and you close your eyes. He goes slow at first but picks up the pace. The wet spot in your panties is growing as pleasure radiates through your body.

‘Can you still concentrate?’, Brad asks as he pushes harder on your clit.

‘Fuck it Brad’, you say and you turn the tv off.

Brad moves from underneath you and stands up. He walks until he is at the end of the bed. He grabs your legs and in a sudden move, he pulls you closer until your legs are hanging over the bed. He grabs your pants and panties at the same time and he pulls them down. They end up at the other side of the room just like your shirt. You’re laying in front of him completely naked. Brad sits down on his knees.

‘Spread those legs for me baby’, he says.

You spread your legs a little wider. Brad places his hands on your thighs as he starts kissing your legs. He sucks on the skin of your inner thigh making you gasp. A red spot forms on that place and he does the same on your other leg. His tongue makes a trail down your leg, teasing you even more. Eventually, his tongue reaches your pussy. First, he slowly licks over your lips but then his tongue disappears between your folds. Your moans are getting louder. Your legs are closing because of the pleasure he gives you but Brad keeps them open by pushing his hands down hard on your thighs. He moves his face from between your legs and hovers over you. He pushes his lips onto yours and kisses you hard. His tongue enters your mouth and you can taste yourself. Brad moves his lips from your mouth to your neck. He starts sucking on your skin. Two of his fingers enter your pussy. He is sliding them in and out fast. Your moans are getting more erratic with every thrust of his fingers. He slips his fingers out of your pussy and stops kissing you. His head goes back between your legs and he starts sucking on your clit.

‘Fuck Bradley’, you moan out.

While he continues sucking your clit, his fingers thrust into you again. Your hands find their way to his hair. You’re grabbing him by his curls. With his hand, you try to push him even closer to your pussy. You feel a knot building up in your lower belly, indicating that you’re close.

‘Brad, I’m gonna cum’, you moan loudly.

‘Let it go baby, cum for me’, Brad says and continues sucking your clit.

One of your hands is grasping his curls while the other is grasping the sheets. The knot that has been building up in your lower belly explodes as pleasure waves through your body. Your eyes are closed and you try to catch your breath. Brad gives your pussy one last kiss before he stands up.

‘Fuck Brad, why are you so good at this’

Brad laughs at your comment. He takes your hands and pulls you up so you’re sitting. He crouches down in front of you.

‘I need to take care of you my love’

You smile as you pull at his hands so he falls on you. You smile at him while your hands go through his curls. You connect your lips with his in a passionate kiss, your lips moving in sync with each other.

‘I think I have to clean myself up, I need a shower’, you say while holding his face.

‘Maybe we should make that a round two?’, Brad teases you.

‘You’re so eager today Bradley’, you laugh.

‘It’s not like we have something else to do with this weather'

Brad gets off of you and pulls you with him. He picks you up and you lay your arms around his neck as he carries you to the bathroom…

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autumnscribbles · 2 years ago

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friends | b.s

Summary: Y/n and Brad get into a fight, leading Brad to find support from his best friends and band mates.

Word count: 900 ish, a bit on the short side!!

a/n: hello friends!!! back with another brad imagine😎 i’ve been back into the groove lately (sort of) and i’m happy to have another imagine out! feel free to check out my recent conrad fisher one too!! anyway love y’all hope you like it❤️

Boop

“I-I think you should go,” you whispered, the now silent room chilled you. You stared at him, across the room, his eyebrows slightly frowning as he gazed at you.

“Y/n,” he sighed. “It’s fine we just need to sleep and we’ll be alright in the morning.”

“Brad I really don’t want to this time,” you replied. “I think maybe you should stay with one of the boys tonight and we can talk in the morning, okay?”

“If that’s really what you want,” he answered, nodding his head.

He didn’t want to go, it was the last thing he wanted. He ached at the idea of walking out that door. He knew it was what you needed, but he couldn’t shake the fear that you would never let him back in.

The back of his throat stung as he held back his words, wanting to beg you. He knew there was no point. When you made up your mind, you stuck to it. If you needed space, you were going to get it.

“Okay,” he choked out finally. “I’ll go.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, a slight curve to the corners of his mouth. It comforted him in a way, knowing you wanted him back.

She just needs space. He told himself. That was all. It wasn’t over, it couldn’t be.

He walked out to his car, the sound of his feet on the pavement echoing in the late night air. The world felt still, asleep. He almost laughed at the irony. Everything being so calm while he felt destroyed.

He let out a heavy sigh as he sat behind the wheel, pulling his phone out as he decided what to text the boys.

Hey lads. Need a place to stay tonight if any of you are available. I’ll explain later x

The rest of the boys answered almost immediately, offering up their places to Brad.

Let’s all meet at Cons! Tristan texted.

Brad nodded to himself, thankfully Connor was the closest to his and your flat. The faster he could get there, the better. He drove in silence, nothing but the hum of the wheels to distract his mind.

He got to Connor’s, seeing everyone else had already arrived as well. Brad couldn’t help but feel a tenderness for his best friends in that moment.

He walked in, knowing Connor’s door would be open, and was greeted by the concerned looks of his friends. They didn’t bombard him with questions, but the questions were swirling in their minds. Tristan passed Brad a glass of red wine, giving him a friendly wink as he raised his own glass.

“We figured you’d need a drink,” he laughed.

“Definitely can’t hurt,” Brad chuckled, taking a small sip as they went to go sit down.

He sat on the couch, letting his tense muscles relax briefly as he leaned back. He shut his eyes, trying to find a way to tell the boys what happened. They all waited patiently, not pushing him.

He loved that about them. Even if he didn’t want to talk about something, they were there for him. Whether he needed to rant or just sit in comfortable silence, they never let him down.

“Y/n and I got into this huge fight,” he finally said. “She asked me to leave for the night. Said she wanted space. I don’t know if that means she’s gonna end things or not.”

“I’m sorry mate,” James muttered, placing a gentle hand on Brad’s shoulder. “Is it a fight you can come back from?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I said some really horrible things, I wish I could take it all back. She probably doesn’t want me anymore.”

“You and Y/n are meant for each other,” Connor added. “I’ve never seen two people more meant for each other probably. We all know her, I don’t think she’d give up on you that easy.”

“You should have seen the way she looked at me when she told me to leave,” Brad said, the back of his throat stinging with the tears threatening to spill. “I don’t know how to forgive myself.”

“Mate we’ve all made mistakes, we’ve all gotten into bad fights with girlfriends,” James comforted. “You guys can and will get through this. I know she loves you, and she probably just wanted to sleep on it, let things cool off.”

“Maybe,” Brad shrugged. “Thanks guys.”

“We’re here for you,” Tris smiled. “I agree with James, I think you guys will work it out once you’re both fresh tomorrow.”

“I really hope so,” Brad sighed. “I can’t lose her.”

“Y/n is a smart girl,” Connor added. “She wouldn’t let you go that easily.”

The boys drank wine and chatted what felt like all night, until eventually their eyes became heavy. Connor set up the guest bedroom for Brad before turning in for the night.

Brad lay on the bed, emptiness lingering beside him. He wished he was in bed with you, where he was supposed to be. He went over everything the boys said; how you were meant to be, how she wouldn’t leave you this way, that she needed space.

He hoped they were right. Even if they weren’t, they still comforted him and made him feel like there was hope.

Hope that he’d walk through that door tomorrow, and you’d be standing there with open arms.

Sometimes all you needed to see it, were your friends.

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holyghostbws · 2 years ago

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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.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Writing? Seriously?” Connor said in disbelief.

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

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

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

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bronwiebear-brad · 2 years ago

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Request based on same to you pleaseee

anything for my lovies💛

Your hands were moving at a quick pace trying to unbuckle the belt. The sound of the metal hiting itself made you realize what was happening.

Eyes were close while mouths were moving and watering and begging for more contact.

The makeout session only started but you were running out of breath already.

The reason?

The reason behind such adoration and wimpers was the way his hand kept your hips moving forward and backwards on his leg at a slow, yet amazing pace. You had this tennis skirt covering such profanities, one tit out of the bra covered by a big veiny hand and a tshirt. The ring materials made it hard and the grip was sending you over the edge.

If someone walked in, in that exact moment, they wouldn’t notice the climax and heat your body eradiate.

The friction between his jeans and the cotton undies were leaving a trail of white desire on the black material. He found it lovely to see such a pretty painting made by your juices. The blush on his face when he got a glince of your parted mouth filling the air with a moan.

“M-more” you asked gluing your chest on his, defeated.

He smiled.

His hand falled down and started rubbing circles on your clit above the underwear.

It felt like the air have gotten heavier and you closed your eyes ready to give him everything.

His pace was incresing. It matched the growing bulge desperate to be sent free.

“M’close” you warned him.

At this point you had no voice. The sentence was said close to his ear and he felt goosebumps on his skin. His fingers delicately massaging you while you moved faster on his tight.

“Does he touch like I do?” He whispered. His other hand kept your head comfortably on his chest and his beating heart was a sweet melody.

You wanted to answer his question but the words didn’t came out. The bliss, the passion, you were speachless.

He touched your stomach with his index finger and you clinched at the tickling sensation.

“Bradley” you called for him and he noticed how your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your body started to tremble, specially your legs, and the stain on his jeans grew. He placed this sweet kiss on your forehead while you rode out of your high.

“Babe?”

You heard someone calling your name.

“Babe?”

The voice came from afar. It wasnt him calling you.

“Y/N?!”

Suddenly, you were pulled out of the trance you were living.

“Hm? W-What?” You looked at your boyfriend on the other side of the couch. He was looking at you worried.

“You were so into that book, I’m calling you for a while now” he smiled and you noticed a book on your hands. The same page on the last 30 minutes.

“I’m sorry I zoomed out” you smiled at him and he gently kissed your head.

It felt diferent.

Until you closed your eyes and there he was again, looking straight at you.

“Does it feel the same to you?”

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thevampsworld96 · 1 year ago

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Face Your Fears - BWS

Hey, everyone. I hope you are well today and hope the new year 2024 is going well for you all and going the way you want to go. First, imagine writing for this year took me a while but finally did it.

I hope you enjoy it. Enjoy the rest of your week and take care of yourself...

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You and your boyfriend Brad were on holiday. Finally, you had some free time now. It was just for you and him the rest of the world well that was now put on hold, at least for now anyway.

The time you spent together was very special to you , and both of you, really. You loved each others company it was just the best things ever you loved, how he treated you, love, and respect like the queen that you. To him, you meant everything to him. You absolutely loved him more than anything in this world.

Brad made you feel so happy and loved , no matter how he showed it cause he would always make sure to express it to you without a fail he would be there to make sure you know how much he does truly love you.

The pair of you were on holiday in Sydney. Finally, it was some time to be yourself, and now it was the time you got it.

On your second day, the weather was just amazing as the sun was shining bright, and there were no clouds in the not even one, which made the mood made of the mood to go out and explore together hand in hand you two set off for a day of an adventure.

After a long time of walking and exploring the pair of you, you came back to the hotel. You watched Brad taming a deep sigh and landed on the bed. You stood by the door smiling at him as you watched him, taking a long, deep breath.

"Looks like someone is tired"

You say to him.

"Very tired, my darling, but that was the best day ever"

You say to you. He turned to face you as you remained there watching him.

"Come anx, join me Y/N"

He orders you sweetly. You then jumped on to the bed next to him. Brad pulls you close towards his body, and you move closer to him. You put one of your hands around his neck as he pulls your face close towards him and gaze in to your eyes, and that is when your lips and body are now glued together kissed him deeply and passion not wanting to let go of each other.

"I love the way you kiss me. Make sure you don't stop"

You say to him while breathing heavily but loving the way he was holding you.

"Your lips are so sweet. You taste amazing"

He says to you.

"Then don't stop"

You say to him.

"I don't plan on stopping my love cause I need you"

He says to you.

The pair of you cuddled up in bed but had the best sex ever it was needed. Brad kissed every single inch of you and left small love bites on your neck, which you loved. He kissed your cheeks, then slowly working his way down his plans were to fill you and you filling him it was just the best, and you wanted to stay that way.

The night was still young. You thought you could now get ready for, of course. Brad had a different idea before dinner tonight.

"Hey baby girl, shall we go swimming"?

You say to you. His voice broke silence as you were moving things around ths room.

"Swimmjng now baby don't you think it's a bit late"?

You say to him.

"Love, it's half 8. we got plenty of time"

He says to you.

"I don't really feel like swimming. Can we just have dinner and call it a night"

You say to him.

"Oh come darling please we came here to have fun and spend time why don't you want to do that with me"?

He says to you while pouting which you always found adorable whoever he did it but you loved it but it was a moment of weakness for you.

"Come on, please, I want to be there with me. Y/N I really don't like being away from you, so please come swimming with me. I promise we will have fun"

He says to you.

It's like you didn't want to go swimming with him it was cause you had a huge fear of drowning. You didn't want to tell Brad as you thought he may laugh at you even though you thought that he would never do that to you, but it was just one of those scary thoughts you had in your mind.

You sat in silence thinking about the day when you nearly drowned and saw or imagined yourself being inside a huge pool. You're worried if it brings the nightmares back and, of course, more than anything you wanted to go swimming with him, but your fear and nightmares were the ones that kept you scared of any water activity.

"Y/N, you alright come here"

He says to you.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Brad."

You say to him to measure him, but you knew ew that weren't alright.

"No, you're not. Don't lie to me. I see that you're scared, so come on, talk to me, sweetheart"

He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you and brought you close towards him and gently pushed your hair out of your face as he saw tears rolling down your face and ge hated seeing you so upset.

"It's not. I don't want to go swimming with you. Love it's cause I am scared. I have serious nightmares of myself drowning, baby, and that's why I'm just scared of any water activity. I did want to tell you, but I'd thought you find it dumb and then laugh it at me. Other people have"

You explain to him.

"Hey, I'm not that type of person to laugh at your heart, my love. I want to help fight this fear, and we can do it together. I won't anything happen to you, my darling. I know that you are the strongest to concore any fear"

He says to you while leaving a short kiss on your forehead, which makes you feel better.

"We don't have to go swimming. Let's go to dinner, baby,"

He says as he is about to walk away. You pull him back and insist you go and give it a go.

"No baby, you're right. I need to overcome this, so let's go"

You said to him in a very confident face.

"Long as you're sure Y/N"

He says to you.

"I'm sure Bradley, let's do it"

You both got ready and made your way down to the hotel swimming pool. To say that you were nervous was an under statement, but you told yourself that you needed to do this, and today was the today that you would face your fear of water.

Once you were there at the pool, you looked hoping that no one was around and there wasn't, which made you feel relieved inside. You put your stuff down and mentally prepared yourself as you saw the huge pool sitting across a few steps from you.

Brad went in first, but he waited for you patiently. He took your hands and gently helped climb down to the steps that led to the actual pool. Although your body was shaking ths whole time but Brad made sure that you remained calm, which he was good at.

"You're doing amazing sweetheart keep going. That's it nearly there"

He said to you.

After a few seconds, you were now in the water with him. He left your side, and he remained holding on to your hands as you both splashed around the water together hand in hand.

"I'm so proud of my darling"

He says to you.

"Thanks to you baby"

You say to him.

"No Y/N you have don’t this by yourself, and I am so proud that you have done it. I love you so much"

He says to you while splashing water at you playfully, and you then splash him back.

"And I love you too more than anything"

You both then had a good swim together, you felt safe being with him and finally you have managed to face your fear...

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